SithLore

Core Worlds
Coruscant System
Coruscant
-Aboard a transport shuttle in route to Level 1315-

Big green eyes stared into the corner of the transport shuttle as it made its descent to the urban planet. A muffled whine could be heard from the green eyed Twi’lek child in the mass of different sentient species smashed onto the rather small and stuffy shuttle. She tugged on her mothers robe, mumbling something in her native tongue. The girl seemed concerned as she cowered from the small figure in the corner. Her constant effort to redirect her mothers attention to that very corner seemed to fail and her heart rate continued to rise and rise. The girl fixated on the flaring nostrils of the alien as it began to emerge from the shadows.

Fingertips pressed the chilly metallic floor of the shuttle as the sentient held his small frame up with that of his toned arms. The girl began to shake visibly as a tear rolled down her face. The unknown male cocked his head in confusion to what was wrong with the girl. His curiosity almost matched that of the girls fear as a foot outstretched toward her. An appendage on what seemed to be the foot of the man whipped the tear from her face. A gnarly smile could be seen as she began to recognize he was just might not be a threat.

An audible gasp could be heard as the Twi’lek mother sensed danger for her offspring. She pulled the child away, shielding her from the curious alien. Disappointment could be seen upon his face as the shuttle jostled to a halt.

The masses began moving out to the dark smoggy environment once the doors flung open. But it seemed as soon as the crowd began to move out another crowd moved to take their place on the journey back up. A panic set in upon the male as the herd began to pack him back into the corner of that shuttle. He quickly acted as a buzzer sounded for the door to begin closing. His arms began moving as his feet grasped at bars about the top of the shuttle to swing his small body above the crowd.

Somehow just barely, the male managed to fling himself through the door as it slammed shut behind him. Collecting himself upon the bustling urban environment, the male took a glance around at his new surroundings. The underworld was alive and well on this planet as many different species moved about the street.

“Hey you! Dug!” a voice shouted from a nearby table.

The male Dug looked around confused as he noticed a flying sentient species. The dug was able to recognize the galactic basic; he had spent so many hours in mechanical manuals back on Malastare that he was able to teach himself the basic tongue of the galaxy.

Turning his attention to the Toydarian, the Dug swung himself toward the makeshift shop, looing upon the inventory. A small time blaster shop it seemed, as the rusty wares did not look worth the displayed price.

The Toydarian noticed the pack upon the Dug’s back, “I will give a fair price. You will need some sort of….. protection from the scum that lurk down here on level 1315.”

A foot outstretched into the pack the Dug had with him, grasping at a few credits to offer to the Toydarian. He knew nothing of weapons, but he could possibly use some of the parts that held the weapon together. Slapping a few credits on the table, the Dug grabbed the nearest blaster and began examining the parts the made it tick. The Toydarian was now visibly agitated as he viewed the sum of credits to not be enough began to reach for the weapon to retrieve it.

The brown skinned Dug began to panic as a toe graced that of the trigger, sending a small green blast straight into the crowd toward a pack of makeshift shops nearby. The shot landed firmly into the table of another vendor, sending him and his crew into a rage.

With the two sets of parties now visibly upset with the unfortunate Dug, he began to panic yet again. Before he knew it, his arms were flinging him in the other direction looking for any escape he could find.

A crescent moon neon sign allowed a visible escape for him as he entered the establishment with other patrons. The change of environment was drastic, as the loud environment was now elevated by the beat of the music in what seemed to be a cantina. The male Dug propped himself onto the stool and slouched over the bar, hoping to avoid any trouble that may come his way.

“No ma’am, I didn’t.” Chittering accompanied the reply and once more the upper middle aged human male sighed, “I’m sorry but I most certainly did not have by dry cleaning done here. You’ve got me mistaken with someone else.” The female Twi’lek continued to prod at him and two others pulled and yanked on the sleeve of his cloak as he nearly had to fight them off. Eventually the vendors relented their efforts to pressure him into paying them credits just to leave him alone and they moved on to the next unfortunate only to scurry away as a Coruscant Security Droid flew overhead and flashed its monitor on them. They vanished into the nearby stalls and so Ben was permitted to continue with his travels unmolested.

Level 1315, a hive of shady dealings but none so unscrupulous to be considered a level of lawlessness and rogue intent. Even so there was much for him to do down here and he’d been quite busy in his assistance with local law enforcement. For now however his duties were concluded and he just wanted to be away from here and return to his own quarters for some rest.

When the transit shuttle proved to be overloaded he just smiled at the inconvenience and made to rest beside a light pole until that same light pole became occupied by a street dancing Ithorian. Shocked three shades of blue, Ben retreated from the scene and decided that next time he’d take his own means of transportation… his face crunched into a near laugh. He had! Three days prior he’d taken his speeder down here only for it to be stolen. The load jack was being tracked but at this time it hadn’t been pinpointed and so he was forced to toil in the public transit system. Which in hindsight wasn’t terrible, but it was definitely time consuming.

He’d not noticed the acrobatics of the alien creature, having come to the stern door rather than the bow positioned door of the transit shuttle. But now that he failed to board the vehicle and now that he was resolved to rest he began taking his surroundings in. The place was bustling as it always tended to do even at this late hour. Crowds milling about and vendors calling out to passersby for the sale of their wares. Ben noticed a Dug standing at a Toydarian’s booth, a small arms saleman too. By a brief look most of the arms looked decrepit and almost antique but the Toydarian was obviously proud of his items and he looked displeased with the payment produced by the Dug. Perhaps the alien would have protested by the sudden discharge of a pistol snapped and shocked everyone around with sudden shock.

Ben too was startled, he’d not noticed the intent of the Dug to be hostile in any a manner. An accidental discharge then? Before he knew it the Dug was skittering away at a very high rate of speed while the Toydarian was flagging down the security droids and pointing in the direction of the cantina with the crescent moon sign hanging overhead.

Interested, Ben decided to see to this situation himself and so he advanced at a calm pace towards the very cantina the Dug had rushed within. Truly finding a Dug of all species would be simple enough and so Ben’s search didn’t take too long. He approached the bar and took the next available seat, ordering a water and looking to the Dug with interest. “If I may, sir, you don’t look to be from around here. Off-world I presume?”

Ben’s manner was friendly enough as he spoke, genuinely interested in this Dug. While Ben held no duplicity he also knew the Coruscant Security were going to come and seize him for the discharge of a firearm in a public setting. Though if Ben felt the accident genuine then he’d stick up for the newcomer but he wanted to know who he was dealing with first before he vouched for just any stranger. Ben wore simple tan robes with a leather belt and midcalf length boots. No weapons were attached to his belt and over the robes themselves he wore a simple yet heavy charcoal grey cloak that appeared to have been through some serious weather in the past. In truth the cloak had been his shield against the oppressive wind and rain of many a world across the Galaxy during his many travels.

Though for his lack of weaponry he did carry a shoulder length staff of which he used for walking and the like. Contrary to the Toydarian, Ben was unafraid of the citizenry down here in 1315. He had also noticed this Dug was short on credits due to his display back at the Toydarian’s booth. “May I get you something? A drink? Some hot food perhaps?”

Sat atop the bar, the young Dug curled his small physique into a ball. He had hoped not to stand out among the other patrons of the grimy cantina. Yet upon a quick survey of his surroundings, Viso seemed to be the only one of his kind. A few moments or two he figured would be all he needed before whatever security this planet had would track him into this bar. He began going over different scenarios in his head on how this would play out.

His train of thought was immediately cut off as the Dug began to notice carvings upon the metallic bar top. It wasn’t that of the casual wear and tear of glass over the years, but rather that of a language he did not know yet. A foot ran over the etchings, attempting to memorize the lines so that he might remember in the future.

As quick as his attention was directed toward the carvings, it shifted toward a man preparing to sit alongside him. This strange man immediately orded something and surprisingly directed his attention to Viso. It was shocking to receive such a friendly greeting from such a stranger within this underworld. A visibly crooked smile could be seen upon his face as the Dug swiveled on his stool to face the man.

Quickly, Viso scrambled to gather his pack, digging a foot within to search from a specific item he had brought along with him. He hadn’t brought much with him from his old life into this new beginning, but Viso wanted to keep with him a reminder of where he was from.

Grasped within the palm of his foot was a flat disk that he suddenly pulled out from the pack. A loud clank sounded as he slapped it onto the bar and slid it in front of the man. Viso activated it, revealing a holographic image of a unique planet.

“Malastare” Viso simply put, his galactic basic not quite fluent yet.

Viso looked the man up and down; weathered robes intrigued him even more as it suggested the man had been many of placed throughout this galaxy. Viso only wished he could undertake some more traveling around the galaxy, soaking in all of the different cultures and people it had to offer.

Again, his attention was redirected toward a heavy need for the young dug at the moment.

“Food, yes!” Viso barked out, as he felt a growing pit in his stomach.

A quick inspection of the bar revealed no food in sight, but that became the least of his worries as blue and red lights began flashing within the entrance of the cantina. A pair of armed security droids strolled into the bar, no doubt in search of the cause of that blast.

Snatching the hologram from in front of the man, he quickly placed it into the comfort of his pack and exchanged it with the small blaster he had just purchased. Specks of rust crumbled onto the counter as he slid it toward the man as he had done so with the image. Viso figured a man as traveled as this man seemed to be, he would know what to do with such a cursed item.

“An accident,” Viso mumbled out in a broken version of the language.

Security Droids had arrived at the Cantina; outside two speeders of official capacity had arrived and were closing down the entryway with additional guards while a duo of the droids entered the Cantian proper with stun blasters drawn, their green glowing eyes scanned the crowd who themselves were wary of the policing agency, not for actual fear so much as any sentient’s untrusting nature towards droids. They spotted the Dug at the bar and began maneuvering in that direction, Ben caught them out of the corner of his eye but granted them no heed at this time. His attention remained on the Dug.

“Malastare!” Ben responded with interest, “I’ve never actually been there to the world itself but I’ve been to outlying systems and to one of its moons once. I hear their pod racing is a fantastic sight to see.” He noticed the rough feet of the Dug and by estimation he decided that this one was not of wealthy stature but rather was one that worked well with his hands. A laborer or in this case a mechanic, Ben supposed something of similar nature but he did not voice his estimations as of yet. However to that point he began to feel more comfortable that this poor fellow had truthfully just been tinkering with the sidearm and he also truthfully hadn’t tried to harm anyone.

Returning to the bartender he ordered up another water, this one for his new friend and as well he ordered up some boneless Rhonto tenders which came swiftly as the bartender already had some on hand. Ben just added to his tab for the time being and he slid the hot plate towards the Dug. “Eat up, please.” He took one for himself and took a portion of the tough meat, not the best tenders he’d had but edible enough and especially welcoming to an empty stomach.

When the blaster was placed on the bar the bartender himself eyed it with caution. Despite the proximity of security droids there was tension here. Ben nodded to the Dug and accepted the firearm of which he disengaged the power pack and set it on the surface of the bar. Next he discharged the stored plasma in a short puff of gas which thusly rendered the piece inert and nothing more than a weight for parchment. He set the weapon back down and smiled in understanding, placing his hand in a comforting manner on the Dug’s shoulder and standing up to impose himself between the small alien and the incoming droids that were just now arriving.

“Officers,” he addressed in that very same calm manner. “I believe there has been a misunderstanding. I will handle things from here.” He offered up his identification which was briefly scanned and almost instantly the twin droids holstered their own sidearms and themselves disengaged from the situation.

“Understood.” The lead droid responded. “Release of subject to the care and custody of the Master Jedi. Closing case file.” It smartly turned and marched right back out of the Cantina, the speeder lights snapped out too and all was returned to normal in the level 1315.

Ben turned back to the bar and resumed his seat accompanied by a comforting smile towards the Dug, he picked the sidearm back up and offered it to him in the process. “Your pack is probably a safe place for this little guy.” Finally Ben extended his hand to the Dug in introduction, “It is a pleasure to meet you, Ben Kenobi,” he paused, typically he did not offer any titles but after being called out by the security droid he felt it awkward to leave it silent, “Jedi Master.”

“Wonderful forests…. Pod racing dangerous,” Viso let out in regards to his home planet of Malastare. In truth, he was becoming a bit homesick as this accidental situation continued to progress. But his curiosity of the galaxy overwhelmed the fondness of his home.

Viso studied how the man before him disassembled the archaic weapon. While he could mend a plasma transvertor on most starships made their way to Malastare, weapons were a foreign concept to the Dug. Being a quick study, he figured he would have to get his hands on a manual or two before fully understanding what the man was doing.

Once he was done, he just simply slapped it on the bar as if it weren’t a threat to the whole room or the bartender standing behind the counter. Viso turned to realize none of the patrons were focused on just a single weapon on the bar but rather the actual threat of security droids entering strutting around. Frozen still, the dug eyed how the man next to him just casually continued about while the rest of the room’s heart rate accelerated.

It didn’t take long before the droids identified their target as they made a direct line toward the young Viso. Their weapons were drawn at their side, ready for an immediate reaction from him although he had not such intentions.

As the man suddenly turned to face the droids, Viso adjusted his posture above the stool to project confidence to the authoritative figures. He was prepared to go along with them wherever they wanted to go, but the man quickly unveiled identification that stopped them in their tracks. Viso couldn’t help but wonder who this man could actually be as he got them to close the incident report on what had happened in the street.

Master Jedi…. Viso wondered if this could this be a title of security officers of this planet. Such an odd name, calling their security officers “Masters” seemed peculiar to the young Dug.

Nevertheless, the tense situation came to an end and Viso could finally relax once more. Watching the droids turn to leave, adrenaline dropped and he could soon feel the pit in his stomach growing as the patrons too returned to their food and drink. He quickly gathered the disassembled weapon and placed it back within his pack as the master security man had suggested before consuming the contents of the plate before him.

“Much appreciation Master Security Ben,” Viso mumbled out with a mouth full of food. "Viso Gelgan, starship mechanic!" he exclaimed.

Once the plate was clean, Viso turned to slide the remaining few credits he had left toward the man. He wanted to show his gratitude for the man diffusing the tense situation.

His foot then would go on to grasp at his robes once more to examine the weathering upon them. “Where from?” he asked, curious as to where the man came from in this rather large galaxy.

He felt the pang of sadness at the mention of his home and Ben too could recall such feelings. Though he didn’t know it exactly as perhaps the Dug did. He was fascinated with the innocence of Viso, it was true and pure. He was without the hardened heart often associated with the Galaxy where life could easily be very cruel to even the most unsuspecting. But something else Ben saw within this little Dug was a feeling of importance. Certainly the Dug didn’t flaunt arrogance or anything but it was as if the Force surrounded Viso in just the right way that had drawn Ben to this very location at the very moment that blaster shot had discharged. If he’d come to understanding anything he knew well enough that there were no coincidences.

At this point he was legitimately intrigued and after feeling out a little more he came to learn that his name was Viso Gelgan. Not a name he recognized but learning he was also a starship mechanic was very interesting. Mechanics were prized for their skills and even more so those with the skills to operate their craft on starships.

But Ben had to turn aside the gratitude at least in part. He didn’t want to establish himself as something more than he really was. “Oh no, I’m not in charge of the security detail.” For once though he was relieved that his affiliation with the Jedi would not be influencing how a being regarded him, it was refreshing. Viso had apparently not heard of the Jedi or perhaps he just didn’t recognize the word. Regardless, Ben would not correct him on this issue.

Then Viso inquired where Ben hailed from. At this the aged human seemed to wander off in thought, recalling a distant past of which he had little to answer of. He simply returned to the Dug with a smile. “From all over, my friend.” He took up the offered credits and separated enough to cover the tip to the bartender, then he returned the rest to Viso. Ben gave a nod to the bartender who simply checked him out of an existing account and tossed the receipt. He didn’t need to take Viso’s last credits. Not being from a family of fortune he knew how hard it was out there, no, he’d not take Viso’s money either.

Ben got to his feet and picked up his staff, tapping it to the floor. “So, Mr. Gelgan, by the looks of it, you’re inbetween spaces. Are you by chance in the market for some work? I just so happen to own a ship and could use a hand. My last little adventure was a bit over the top and my ship took a beating. I can turn a wrench well enough but the work that my ship needs requires an expert in the field. Are you interested? I’ll pay well.”

A flare of his nostrils could reveal the visible confusion after the man revealed he wasn’t a part of the security detail on this planet. This provoked his curiosity as he wondered how a man could assert power over local security, yet not be in charge of them. Why would they trust the word of this man if he weren’t their boss? Better yet, what was the title they were referring to him as if not Master of Security? The word “Jedi” perplexed the young Dug. He had read through hundreds of galactic basic manuals, he hadn’t recognized this word.

His curiosity quickly began to fade with the subject as Ben quickly moved to a new one. Viso watched as the older man seemed to trail off to distant memories before revealing he no longer had one true home. As much as the Dug cherished his home world, something deep down inside of him yearned to be an adventurer like Kenobi. It was as if the galaxy had called to him all of his life, he craved these life changing experiences of exploring new worlds and cultures. Viso was so exciting for these experiences that he could hardly recognize a new experience unfolding in front of him. He was speaking to a species he had never come in contact with before and learning new things from this man, the young intellectual did not want it to end yet.

Relishing this conversation, Viso nearly jumped up to grab the man when he began to remove himself from his seat. Fighting this instinct proved to be the right one as Ben began to offer up a new adventure for him.

“Work? Yes! Of course. I will come with you, yes…” Viso said, stumbling over his words in pure excitement.

Viso snatched the remaining credits in the palm of his foot and leaped from his seat, anxious to get going. A noticeable smile could be seen as he began to shake from excitement. Once he was certain the older man was moving behind him, Viso began hopping to the exit.

“I will fix your ship, yes. Good as new!” the Dug boasted.

The exit from the cantina was a bit slower than the arrival and Viso was able to take in the street view upon his departure of the establishment. His curiosity was again turned to a new subject as he noticed a slender man lying down immediately outside the cantina door. He recognized the species of this man from his home world, the Gran. Most members of the Gran on Malastare looked down upon him and his kind. Even though he knew most to be arrogant, he had reason to believe some of this species could truly mean good in this galaxy. Viso could vaguely remember in his childhood, getting lost and an old Gran named “Isef” who helped him find his way back.

Viso recognized he could do some good in this situation as he approached the sickly male. Grabbing the hand of the Gran, he placed his remaining credits within his boney palm. The man seemed confused, but Viso greeted his confusion with a smile.

“I work now. No longer need it,” he declared.

Turning away from the man and back toward Ben, the Dug was ready to go off on his own adventure now, “We go now?”

Exiting the Cantina it appeared Viso cut a sharp corner and when the old Jedi made his way through the threshold he spotted the Dug handing a Gran the last of the credits he had to his name, reflexively Ben teased the Force just a bit and touched upon Viso’s mind ever so slightly and he viewed the emotions on the edge of the alien’s shoulder; they were genuine kindness. He wasn’t intending to show off or gain some kind of advantage, he had legitimately offered up his own possessions for nothing in return and out of the kindness of his heart. Ben passed the Gran with a nod and a pat on the shoulder, he didn’t have any sagely advice for the Gran but sometimes the best someone could offer was an understanding smile.

“Yes,” Ben answered, “we should go. We’ve drawn enough attention for now.”

They made way to one of the shuttles standing by, since Viso had first arrived it’d perhaps been an hour or so and the foot traffic had lessened to a great extent so that their progress was not impeded, though the Twi’lek scoundrels continued to eye Ben, he ignored them and boarded the shuttle without incident. Taking a seat towards the front of the shuttle he made plenty of room for Viso and within minutes of paying their fare the shuttle was ascending upwards through a dauntingly deep tunnel towards the bright lights of the skyline.

In itself level 1315 was very deep within the metallic skin of Coruscant and to travel from there to the outside world was not without time consuming effort. As such Ben continued to chat with his newly found friend over the simple course of inquiry concerning where he’d come to learn of his mechanic skills, how long it’d taken him, who he’d worked for in the past, what types of craft had he worked on and many similar questions that served to eat the time well. By the moment they’d arrived into the upper levels, the setting had changed from dour and dark to bright and clean. It was the face of Coruscant, the attraction of its tourism.

The ride to the docking bay was short enough and once they’d arrived and their fare paid, Ben led Viso into Bay 90-B78. It was a nondescript bay but it was one of the larger bays reserved for civilian starships. Entering the code to access the doorway it split apart to the view of Ben’s ship.

A Corellian YT 2000 Light Freighter. The hull was typical light grey with worn and faded blue accents that nearly looked like a shade of grey themselves. It seemed to be a vessel in good condition from the exterior though a few marks of carbon scoring could be spotted and at least one serious impact point where the armor had been scorched and melted from what was obviously hostile weapons fire. “Here she is.” Ben announced proudly, “The Talon.” They approached the entry ramp and were met by a silver and red plated astromech droid that squawked at them both in a harsh tone. Ben dismissed the greeting, he didn’t speak binaric or droid-speak and so he always just spoke to the droid in generalizations. From the tone he was pleased he didn’t speak the droid’s language, “And this is R5-D5, it tends to the ship but there is only so much a short little fella can get done on his own.” A sharp squeal sounded and the droid kicked out its tripod wheel and shot back into the interior of the ship. “Once you get to know him he makes for pleasant company.” With that he was being sarcastic but he didn’t dwell on the delivery.

Leading Viso into the YT 2000 they met in the galley and Ben waved his hand around, “She isn’t bad. So what do you think?”

Viso did enjoy the company of Mr. Kenobi; he saw something that he trusted in this man in the short amount of time he had known him. Somehow, the Dug felt comfortable enough to enjoy the long ride back to the surface. They had mostly discussed Viso’s story and where he had come from. He felt, he would get to know the man in the coming days and was more than happy to divulge his life story. Viso had discussed how he knew from his father; he had routinely brought Viso and his older brother with him to work at Port Pixelito to show them the ropes growing up.

Most of his childhood was spent in starship mechanical manuals that were brought in from some of his father’s freighter friends, he was different from most of the others and tended to enjoy his time alone reading and enjoying the natural beauty of Malastare.

Some of his knowledge was self-taught, but Viso will always credit his very skilled father for most of what he knows. Once him and his brother reached an old enough age, they both earned full-time jobs alongside their father. Mostly they worked on a variety of older freighters and transports space crafts. Viso noted on one rare occasion he was able to fix up a scouting vessel that was owned by a Bothan who was rumored to be a part of the Gallactic Alliance.

The young Dug finally revealed that once he earned enough to buy a ticket off world, Viso left behind his father and brother to travel the galaxy. It was a trying time for him and his family, as his father wished he would stay to help him with work but Viso felt that the galaxy called to him. Something bigger than the young Dug cryed out for him and he couldn’t ignore it any longer in his life. The first chance he got he boarded a ship to Coruscant; many of the freighters that came in to Malastare had spoke of stories on Coruscant. Viso didn’t see what they thought was so great about this planet; there was no natural beauty to be found. He was almost grateful to be on his way away from it.

Before long, their trip was coming to an end as they approached a docking bay to see what he would be working with. Viso watched intently, as Ben entered the code and revealed such a gorgeous vessel. His eyes widened, as he had never seen such a beautiful spacecraft.

“The Talon…” Viso repeated back to Ben in amazement.

As they approached the ramp, a droid as short as him greeted the pair. Viso too greeted the droid as he curiously poked and prodded at the droid. It was astounding all of what Mr. Kenobi had; it would have taken Viso decades to save up for all of this.

Once the pair were aboard the starship, Viso began scurrying about to see if he could soak it all in. He began picking up random tools he could find around the ship before circling back to Ben.

“It is glorious Mr. Kenobi,” he stated.

In his wildest dreams, the Dug couldn’t of ever imagined being on a ship this magnificent.

“Should I work now?” Viso added, wondering what the man needed fixed.

The innards of the Talon were well maintenance and organized for the most part. Though it had its feeling of homeliness to it as well being that Ben was essentially a bachelor and this was his home since he traveled so much. However, the closer one were to look they would notice the freshness of paint or the shine of a new panel of plating amidst older decking, or perhaps even the occasional light fixture that was either out or flickering. In truth, the Talon had very recently been utilized in a prisoner transfer of the most notorious mass murderer and villain throughout the entire Galaxy… and unfortunately he’d escaped and left the poor YT 2000 in shambles as a result.

Ben had done what he could afford here and there and eventually got the ship back to a spitting shine of a condition though there were still some major faults going on that he didn’t have the expertise to manage nor was he certain of whom to take the ship to save short of taking her back to the Corellian System and the Corellian Engineering Corporation. While that was the best option for optimal repairs, it was the manufacturer and the manufacturer always charged an arm and a leg for service.

“Yes,” Ben replied and started down the long corridor, “the problem is this way.”

They moved through the ship and to a flight of stairs, which upon arriving to the flight leading downwards the smell of acrid tangy plastic melted and the sting of metal that had gotten so hot it had fused together and in portions it had disintegrated altogether. Upon entry to the lower deck it was a scene far and away from the clean and organized upper deck. The lighting was either out or very dim, there were blaster marks on occasion, even a few areas where blood had been spilt. The medical bay itself was open but inaccessible, blocked by stacked crates though peaking around the crates was the view of a bay that had been brutalized by what looked like a monster on a rampage. The bacta tank had burst from the inside, the medical gurney was crumpled as if it was caught in a vice, the medical droid was shattered in a dozen pieces and it only got worse as the scene went on. Along the nearest wall was a specific looking scorch mark as if a beam of super heated plasma had drilled a hole into the wall and melted… no… boiled the innards. Ominously there was speckled blood dried on the floor beneath the hole and the imprint of two shoulder blades that had been bodily slammed into said wall.

The corridor itself had been the scene of a lightsaber duel and in places the point of impact where two locked blades scored right through ceiling, floor and wall panels was easily visible. Towards the end of the corridor they had to step around the wreckage of a 74z Speeder Bike that had been slammed into the wall at high speed from the nearby cargo hold.

Ben could sense the questions flooding off of Viso, but he chose to continue his trip through the carnage until they arrived at the engine room. Within was not the scene of battle though the engines looked prime in their condition. It was beyond the engines. He led Viso into a small chamber where a rectangular device lay, it glowed inside with the energy it kept. “The hyperdrive.” Ben announced, “There is an issue between the computer brain of the hyperdrive and the navicomputer in the cockpit. A few mechanics had diagnosed the issue as a shorted fuse but I’ve checked every one of them,” Ben knelt down by the fuse panel and pulled it clear to show Viso that no fuses were blown. “I think its something bad in the brain itself but like I said, I’ve no clue where to begin. And with brains being so expensive I can’t replace it right now.” He pointed to an extensive looking tool kit, “Be my guest.” He said with a smile.