Colt reached up to remove his helmet, clicking it to his belt. With a sigh, he moved to embrace Adara, tightly. He just held her there for a moment, before awkwardly releasing her.
"Still me... Krynn is... there was a tremor, a vibration... a scream... Ordo still lives, but he may be suffering her fall," he warned, letting her gather her things, his eyes moving about the freighter. "Your boyfriend may have just alerted half of Sith space of our presence though, we need to head toward Imperial space as quickly as possible," he added, then he smiled softly.
"You're of Clan Sorell, no matter how far, or how long, you have a home there, let's get going, we need to try to repair this ship, I have an idea, but we need to work fa-" he paused, tilting his head a bit, before glancing at his wrist, and the computer there, that was beeping, he let Adara see it... Jacobi's tracker was growing nearer... "Well, we have an early warning system, come on..." he added, tapping his collar, "Darius, we're going to try to make the freighter operational, if they start showing up, give us time to get out of here," he said.
"You got it," came Darius's response. Colt offered Adara a small smirk.
"Suit up," he said, "We'll celebrate and welcome you back proper once we are home safe," he told her, making his way to the engine room...
A Lonely Meditation
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Slade Xandir
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Re: A Lonely Meditation
There were simply things most mortals shouldn't be able to feel. For one, the Force. Many could claim it was a blessing, many could swear it was a curse, but Blood knew it wasn't simply one or the other. It switched sides between both heaven and hell.
The Shadow Pup had infected him with this natural phenomenon unnaturally, and Slade's body had reacted to it as any person's would to a foreign tainted object.
It festered, his mind taking this undeniably painful injection of death and carnage, of gore and forsaken souls, and it attempted to fight this sickness off. But there was no cure, nothing to save him from the virus, as it swallowed the entirety of him, whole.
Drowned in this mania was Slade, and down in a crypt, locked away in his own body, he lay awaiting a chance to free himself from his own psychotic mental manifestation:
Blood.
Blood was the healing of Dark Side virus, the scar tissue that hung over the gates Slade stood waiting behind. Blood was who was the keeper and captor, the stronger of the pair, and he found himself the only one deserving of saying who plays the hand at survival.
But as of right now,
Blood was sleeping, living over the entirety of his creation, all over again. From that scarred night on Tattooine where he was but a pup, introduced within the mind of Slade, where he took root and began to grow. A stubborn thing he was as the man violently and persistently fought back, but inevitably, Krynn's hold had too much on the man, and he fell to the embrace of the toxic Void.
It was only a matter of time,
this time,
when he was given name, given rank, given meaning.
But in the end, Blood had lost the reason for it. Again, as many nights before, Blood was left in the dark, alone, with no Sire to learn the skills he had needed to take that step forward into the greatness that was ahead of him. He was given the tools, not the directions. He was given the weapons, but never pointed towards the war. The Sithian made do with what he could, with what he had. He had amassed enough followers to make a tremendous impact, had reproduced, had spawn, done deeds, but it was nothing as great as what he was meant to do. He could swoon others to follow him, but who could he follow?
A light glittered in the void he swam in, his mind flashing some kind of light. But he hadn't moved. Yet it got closer. And closer. It turned from a brilliant white to a sickening shade of silvery ivory, something glossed over, something wrong. But in his heart, he knew what it was. It had been there to see him, to guide him, and though it was a scant thing, it left it's impression quite deeply. But just s it licked in his mind exactly what it was, it morphed into something even more terrifying. The unseeing eye blinked, and from the opening came the seeing eye. The never fading grim yellow, stricken by the scarlet rim that foretold nightmares and murder.
He knew that eye all too well.
It was his Master, his former Sire, and this was a warning. Not for Blood, no, but for the entirety of all who stood opposed to the Dark One. This man was back, and there was work to be done.
Sitting up from his bed in a startling snatch between the fading drifts of unconsciousness, Blood found himself all too awake. Almost expectantly, he saw a flicker on his holowatch, an icon appearing way too telling for him to deny it's existence.
It was Tormentous.
Joy and Anxiety flew directly into his throat, almost asphyxiating him as he sat there trying to figure how best to hand this situation. He had most certainly wanted to go to his former teacher and drown the man in all the information of what had happened in his absence, to simply give all of his words to this man, and show him how attentive he had been to making the Empire remain a stable and growing Pack. To introduce the man to his packmates, to his spawn, to the past. But Blood ultimately knew that what was between him and his Master was something much more than words, and they need only to communicate with actions, with feelings, and all would be well.
Words were wasted time.
It was then Blood heeded the call, not with words, but with those said actions.
Throwing on clothes in a precise but swift fashion, the Dragon Master hadn't bothered to go for fashionable appearance, and remained practical. Weapons, shirt, bottoms, socks, boots. Done. Hair was left in the manner of which he had allowed it to be as he slept, and it sat slightly ruffled behind and atop his broad shoulders. Snapping his holowatch into place, the Sith Lord ran directly to the docking bay of his ship, his Infiltrator awaiting him, and it powered up with Valkyr at it's helm. The Cathar Warborg threw power into the engines, and as she handled the ship, Blood sent the pinging coordinates to the ships mainframe, and thus Valkyr took off to the space of Sith.
It took nothing but an hour, if that, for the Cathar sithborg to bring them aboard the Naga Dread stationed within the territory. If anything, Blood hurried off that ship, jumping down the ramp before it even properly landed against the cold steel floor. As he did, Blood not only sent a transferred voice message to his Son, but he after finishing, he sent a directive to Lidmor, as well.
It was then, he began making his way through the ship until he got to the control center, where he was greeted by Lidmor.
"My Lord, the assets have been notified, and are ready at your command."
Blood nodded hurriedly, his hand waving out to the viewport in a 'shoo-ing' motion.
"Send them, all of them, directly to that coordinate. Ensure my Son has what he needs for success, back him up with whatever and everything. Everything goes to that coordinate. Everything. All of it." Blood repeated over and over until Lidmor bowed and hurried off to rattle those orders out, launching the squadrons as they went. The Naga itself upped it's speed, increasing it's lope through the space. As soon as enough speed went into the engines, the greenlight blinked, and forward they flew through the blurred expanse of hyperspace.
Breaking out of the hyperspace, Naga was surrounded by a multitude of ships, and this included a CC-7700, which was both following and followed by 24 other vessels, 12 of each: Skipray Blastboats, and Toscans. These Forces poured out of the hyperspace jump, taking their places around the two capital ships, all of the ships looming over the planet the ping directed them to.
Ziost.
Arid, dry, cold and unforgiving, Ziost was just underneath this carnival of ships. But before it, ships that weren't theirs sat just over the planet, as well. The ships seemed to be conversing themselves, having a pleasant sip of talk as they were surrounded by this tidal wave of war.
Such contrast between the vessels of Sith and these three foreign vessels, the blastboat before them so concentrated on this other floating hunk of ship, paired with a trillion in presence. All caught within orbit, spinning around Ziost in it's lazy geocentric pull. The frieghter spun with those three unknown ships, and Blood was only so much curious to simply ask...
"Who dares to tread where Nightmares call home?"
The Shadow Pup had infected him with this natural phenomenon unnaturally, and Slade's body had reacted to it as any person's would to a foreign tainted object.
It festered, his mind taking this undeniably painful injection of death and carnage, of gore and forsaken souls, and it attempted to fight this sickness off. But there was no cure, nothing to save him from the virus, as it swallowed the entirety of him, whole.
Drowned in this mania was Slade, and down in a crypt, locked away in his own body, he lay awaiting a chance to free himself from his own psychotic mental manifestation:
Blood.
Blood was the healing of Dark Side virus, the scar tissue that hung over the gates Slade stood waiting behind. Blood was who was the keeper and captor, the stronger of the pair, and he found himself the only one deserving of saying who plays the hand at survival.
But as of right now,
Blood was sleeping, living over the entirety of his creation, all over again. From that scarred night on Tattooine where he was but a pup, introduced within the mind of Slade, where he took root and began to grow. A stubborn thing he was as the man violently and persistently fought back, but inevitably, Krynn's hold had too much on the man, and he fell to the embrace of the toxic Void.
It was only a matter of time,
this time,
when he was given name, given rank, given meaning.
But in the end, Blood had lost the reason for it. Again, as many nights before, Blood was left in the dark, alone, with no Sire to learn the skills he had needed to take that step forward into the greatness that was ahead of him. He was given the tools, not the directions. He was given the weapons, but never pointed towards the war. The Sithian made do with what he could, with what he had. He had amassed enough followers to make a tremendous impact, had reproduced, had spawn, done deeds, but it was nothing as great as what he was meant to do. He could swoon others to follow him, but who could he follow?
A light glittered in the void he swam in, his mind flashing some kind of light. But he hadn't moved. Yet it got closer. And closer. It turned from a brilliant white to a sickening shade of silvery ivory, something glossed over, something wrong. But in his heart, he knew what it was. It had been there to see him, to guide him, and though it was a scant thing, it left it's impression quite deeply. But just s it licked in his mind exactly what it was, it morphed into something even more terrifying. The unseeing eye blinked, and from the opening came the seeing eye. The never fading grim yellow, stricken by the scarlet rim that foretold nightmares and murder.
He knew that eye all too well.
It was his Master, his former Sire, and this was a warning. Not for Blood, no, but for the entirety of all who stood opposed to the Dark One. This man was back, and there was work to be done.
Sitting up from his bed in a startling snatch between the fading drifts of unconsciousness, Blood found himself all too awake. Almost expectantly, he saw a flicker on his holowatch, an icon appearing way too telling for him to deny it's existence.
It was Tormentous.
Joy and Anxiety flew directly into his throat, almost asphyxiating him as he sat there trying to figure how best to hand this situation. He had most certainly wanted to go to his former teacher and drown the man in all the information of what had happened in his absence, to simply give all of his words to this man, and show him how attentive he had been to making the Empire remain a stable and growing Pack. To introduce the man to his packmates, to his spawn, to the past. But Blood ultimately knew that what was between him and his Master was something much more than words, and they need only to communicate with actions, with feelings, and all would be well.
Words were wasted time.
It was then Blood heeded the call, not with words, but with those said actions.
Throwing on clothes in a precise but swift fashion, the Dragon Master hadn't bothered to go for fashionable appearance, and remained practical. Weapons, shirt, bottoms, socks, boots. Done. Hair was left in the manner of which he had allowed it to be as he slept, and it sat slightly ruffled behind and atop his broad shoulders. Snapping his holowatch into place, the Sith Lord ran directly to the docking bay of his ship, his Infiltrator awaiting him, and it powered up with Valkyr at it's helm. The Cathar Warborg threw power into the engines, and as she handled the ship, Blood sent the pinging coordinates to the ships mainframe, and thus Valkyr took off to the space of Sith.
It took nothing but an hour, if that, for the Cathar sithborg to bring them aboard the Naga Dread stationed within the territory. If anything, Blood hurried off that ship, jumping down the ramp before it even properly landed against the cold steel floor. As he did, Blood not only sent a transferred voice message to his Son, but he after finishing, he sent a directive to Lidmor, as well.
It was then, he began making his way through the ship until he got to the control center, where he was greeted by Lidmor.
"My Lord, the assets have been notified, and are ready at your command."
Blood nodded hurriedly, his hand waving out to the viewport in a 'shoo-ing' motion.
"Send them, all of them, directly to that coordinate. Ensure my Son has what he needs for success, back him up with whatever and everything. Everything goes to that coordinate. Everything. All of it." Blood repeated over and over until Lidmor bowed and hurried off to rattle those orders out, launching the squadrons as they went. The Naga itself upped it's speed, increasing it's lope through the space. As soon as enough speed went into the engines, the greenlight blinked, and forward they flew through the blurred expanse of hyperspace.
Breaking out of the hyperspace, Naga was surrounded by a multitude of ships, and this included a CC-7700, which was both following and followed by 24 other vessels, 12 of each: Skipray Blastboats, and Toscans. These Forces poured out of the hyperspace jump, taking their places around the two capital ships, all of the ships looming over the planet the ping directed them to.
Ziost.
Arid, dry, cold and unforgiving, Ziost was just underneath this carnival of ships. But before it, ships that weren't theirs sat just over the planet, as well. The ships seemed to be conversing themselves, having a pleasant sip of talk as they were surrounded by this tidal wave of war.
Such contrast between the vessels of Sith and these three foreign vessels, the blastboat before them so concentrated on this other floating hunk of ship, paired with a trillion in presence. All caught within orbit, spinning around Ziost in it's lazy geocentric pull. The frieghter spun with those three unknown ships, and Blood was only so much curious to simply ask...
"Who dares to tread where Nightmares call home?"
"𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒, 𝐼 𝒶𝓂."
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Raphael Xandir
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Re: A Lonely Meditation
Eyelids flicked open to the sound of hustle and bustle outside of the grand suite. His body had been exhausted from the days prior to now. Yet, he had not felt rested yet. It was as if he had been supremely disturbed in the middle of healing and receiving rest. The young Sith had recently returned from breaking a few prisoners out from the reach of the Imperial overlords. Raphael was due some time off after such a long stretch of intense assignments.
Though it seemed he wouldn’t be getting that time off anytime soon.
Alarms now blared, signaling his body to move at a faster pace. He did just so, dressing quickly back into his plated bone armor and robe. Raphael signaled his protocol droid in the other room of the suite to have his weapons and equipment transferred to his Z-95 Headhunter while he deciphered what this mess was all about.
Tying the last bit of laces on his boots, the Acolyte stood to move out into one of the many hallways on the CC-7700. Men and women from different walks of life ran up and down the halls as they scrambled to their stations. Raphael too began to scramble as he ran towards the command room to speak with one of the men.
Doors opened up to the capital ship exiting hyperspace around a familiar planet. A cold frozen one, it looked to be the Sith world of Ziost. His gaze was caught by one of the ships commanders who looked intent on conveying a message to him.
“Your father has issued commands to deploy fighters to a nearby location. We are scrambling the fighters as we speak…” the man relayed.
Without hesitation, Raphael turned on his heel to move down towards the ships hangar bay. Along the way fingers began tapping away on his holowatch, the Crow was somewhere aboard this ship as well. He would send a text transmission to meet him at the hangar with haste; her star fighter would be prepared for her on arrival.
The Prodigal Son wondered if this was another one of his father’s insane realizations. The old man had been chasing a ghost for a long time now, and Raphael didn’t believe the one they called Tormentous would ever return. But nevertheless, he would follow orders for now while Blood grasped hopefully.
Arriving at the docking bay, Raphael had no time to look around for his companion Kressara. He trusted that she would soon be here and in her star fighter as needed. He watched as his weapons and equipment were fully shut into the cargo of his Headhunter before climbing up the ladder to the cockpit. Raphael had been getting used to flying as of late, spending countless hours in the seat of a flight simulator; this was going to be an easy practice run it seemed.
Placing his helmet around his thick dark black hair, the Stih was ready to launch into space.
Though it seemed he wouldn’t be getting that time off anytime soon.
Alarms now blared, signaling his body to move at a faster pace. He did just so, dressing quickly back into his plated bone armor and robe. Raphael signaled his protocol droid in the other room of the suite to have his weapons and equipment transferred to his Z-95 Headhunter while he deciphered what this mess was all about.
Tying the last bit of laces on his boots, the Acolyte stood to move out into one of the many hallways on the CC-7700. Men and women from different walks of life ran up and down the halls as they scrambled to their stations. Raphael too began to scramble as he ran towards the command room to speak with one of the men.
Doors opened up to the capital ship exiting hyperspace around a familiar planet. A cold frozen one, it looked to be the Sith world of Ziost. His gaze was caught by one of the ships commanders who looked intent on conveying a message to him.
“Your father has issued commands to deploy fighters to a nearby location. We are scrambling the fighters as we speak…” the man relayed.
Without hesitation, Raphael turned on his heel to move down towards the ships hangar bay. Along the way fingers began tapping away on his holowatch, the Crow was somewhere aboard this ship as well. He would send a text transmission to meet him at the hangar with haste; her star fighter would be prepared for her on arrival.
The Prodigal Son wondered if this was another one of his father’s insane realizations. The old man had been chasing a ghost for a long time now, and Raphael didn’t believe the one they called Tormentous would ever return. But nevertheless, he would follow orders for now while Blood grasped hopefully.
Arriving at the docking bay, Raphael had no time to look around for his companion Kressara. He trusted that she would soon be here and in her star fighter as needed. He watched as his weapons and equipment were fully shut into the cargo of his Headhunter before climbing up the ladder to the cockpit. Raphael had been getting used to flying as of late, spending countless hours in the seat of a flight simulator; this was going to be an easy practice run it seemed.
Placing his helmet around his thick dark black hair, the Stih was ready to launch into space.
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Kressara Thryn
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Re: A Lonely Meditation
“I’ll raise you ten credits.” Kressara upped the stakes on her recent play, smirking at her opponents from across the makeshift table they’d set up in one of the lesser used supply rooms. The three crew mates took a while to assess the situation before one of them forfeited.
“I’m out. She’s gonna start force choking people if we win anyways.”
Kressara chuckled and leaned forwards on the bucket she’d perched herself on, reassuring them with a sly grin. “Don’t be silly. I’m not that skilled yet...so cupcake, what are you going to-” A beeping on her comlink interrupted what was sure to be a good natured taunt followed by an aggravated sigh. Kressara was finally taking some time to enjoy herself and as per usual a certain someone had to call for her to join him on another escapade. “Oh what now...Alright boys, I’m sorry to cut this short, but I have work that must be tended to.”
Her new found friends started packing up the table and said their goodbyes, still acting nervous around the sith initiate. Turning on her heel before she left the closet, Kressara noted with a dangerous look in her eyes that didn’t match the smile on her lips. “And if any of you mention I was here, I’ll poison two of you and flay the last alive, understood?” Suddenly the boys stood straight and acted as they had when they first encountered the crow, fearful and professional.
“Yes Ma’am!” Their change from gambling pals to insecure pawns amused Kressara and with a wave of her hand she left them to relax.
Her lazy gate quickened and soon Kressara was strutting down the halls through throngs of people with long strided steps. Her demeanor changed from fun loving and sly to completely serious within moments of arrival to her starfighter. With a quick check of her gear she made certain she was prepared. Her vibrosword sat on her hip like always, armor under her favorite black hooded coat. As of yet Kressara hadn’t needed much else in her time with the sith and relied solely on her brute strength and cunning to get her missions done. After she was certain everything was in order, Kressara took her position within the starfighter and awaited the dreaded jump to open space.
“Now let’s see what this is all about.”
“I’m out. She’s gonna start force choking people if we win anyways.”
Kressara chuckled and leaned forwards on the bucket she’d perched herself on, reassuring them with a sly grin. “Don’t be silly. I’m not that skilled yet...so cupcake, what are you going to-” A beeping on her comlink interrupted what was sure to be a good natured taunt followed by an aggravated sigh. Kressara was finally taking some time to enjoy herself and as per usual a certain someone had to call for her to join him on another escapade. “Oh what now...Alright boys, I’m sorry to cut this short, but I have work that must be tended to.”
Her new found friends started packing up the table and said their goodbyes, still acting nervous around the sith initiate. Turning on her heel before she left the closet, Kressara noted with a dangerous look in her eyes that didn’t match the smile on her lips. “And if any of you mention I was here, I’ll poison two of you and flay the last alive, understood?” Suddenly the boys stood straight and acted as they had when they first encountered the crow, fearful and professional.
“Yes Ma’am!” Their change from gambling pals to insecure pawns amused Kressara and with a wave of her hand she left them to relax.
Her lazy gate quickened and soon Kressara was strutting down the halls through throngs of people with long strided steps. Her demeanor changed from fun loving and sly to completely serious within moments of arrival to her starfighter. With a quick check of her gear she made certain she was prepared. Her vibrosword sat on her hip like always, armor under her favorite black hooded coat. As of yet Kressara hadn’t needed much else in her time with the sith and relied solely on her brute strength and cunning to get her missions done. After she was certain everything was in order, Kressara took her position within the starfighter and awaited the dreaded jump to open space.
“Now let’s see what this is all about.”
There is a place that hurts the most, but will I go there? I cannot climb, it's far below. I have to fall there.
Just another anarchist sith assassin wishing she'd grown crops instead.
Just another anarchist sith assassin wishing she'd grown crops instead.
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Adara Silver
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Re: A Lonely Meditation
Adara hugged her buir back. It was nice to have a positive connection with someone again. Tormentous and his Sith weren't big on hugging, not that she'd have wanted a hug from any of them. Granted, Colt didn't do it much either, but he also only hit her if they were training. Which, to be honest, she hadn't done in a while. She hoped that she hadn't lost much in the way of her skills and strength. Floating out here alone wasn't entirely conducive to real training, although she'd certainly tried to keep herself in whatever practice she could, bouncing between the walls and the ceilings, keeping herself quick and flexible.
"Darius is...?" She was pleased that he was still around, and she looked a little covertly back towards the entrance to Colt's ship as she fastened her shin guards. Was it foolish for her to be so excited to see Darius again? She bit her lip to keep her smile from taking over her entire face and took a breath through her nose as she finished putting her armor on. She looked at Colt to make sure he wasn't transmitting her words over to his ship. "He still likes me? I mean... I figured he'd probably find someone else... I mean... um..."
She listened to Colt and looked over at the connection between this decrepit ship and his Skipray-- though she hardly knew what sort of ship it was, having not seen it. She really wanted to go there... but...
She let out an exasperated huff of breath as she realized Colt was going to try to bring the freighter to a working state. "I don't think this heap of junk can be fixed," she said finally, annoyance giving her voice a slight edge, while she followed after Colt towards the engines. "And besides, if--" there was a slight hitch in her speech as she avoided the word that her buir had used, "--Darius really did end up alerting the Sith, then we should leave now. Don't you think?"
Without access to Colt's ship and scanners, Adara had no way of knowing that they might already be too late to leave before the Sith arrived.
"Darius is...?" She was pleased that he was still around, and she looked a little covertly back towards the entrance to Colt's ship as she fastened her shin guards. Was it foolish for her to be so excited to see Darius again? She bit her lip to keep her smile from taking over her entire face and took a breath through her nose as she finished putting her armor on. She looked at Colt to make sure he wasn't transmitting her words over to his ship. "He still likes me? I mean... I figured he'd probably find someone else... I mean... um..."
She listened to Colt and looked over at the connection between this decrepit ship and his Skipray-- though she hardly knew what sort of ship it was, having not seen it. She really wanted to go there... but...
She let out an exasperated huff of breath as she realized Colt was going to try to bring the freighter to a working state. "I don't think this heap of junk can be fixed," she said finally, annoyance giving her voice a slight edge, while she followed after Colt towards the engines. "And besides, if--" there was a slight hitch in her speech as she avoided the word that her buir had used, "--Darius really did end up alerting the Sith, then we should leave now. Don't you think?"
Without access to Colt's ship and scanners, Adara had no way of knowing that they might already be too late to leave before the Sith arrived.
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Colton Hunter
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Re: A Lonely Meditation
Colt moved toward the back of the ship, looking over the Hyperdrive engines, she was right, it was in shambles, but- he moved to start taking pieces off, and pulled wires from the walls. He smirked just a bit taking note that she was careful not to use the word he had used.
"He has been a constant thorn in my side since you went all noble, and forced him to leave with me, without you... I've been busy chasing leads and struggling to find a path to reach you, had to make a few deals... hopefully some of them will work," he mused, as he began to rewire the Hyperdrive into the life support. They wouldn't be needing it anymore, they just needed a fast egress. "But Darius was constantly badgering me, if you guys decide to make things a bit more serious, pending our daring escape, I approve," he said at last.
"Jensaari, we have trouble," came Darius's response over his com, there was a sudden vibration that rocked through the ship as the Hyperdrive engines began to power up.
"Of course we do," he mused, "Stay docked, we're going to be boarding, fast," he said with a touch to his collar, "The thing is, we have a large fighter, a Skipray Blastboat, that means we lack Hyperdrive, fortunately, this ship has a now functioning Hyperdrive," he mused, moving to glance toward another subsystem. This particular brand of freighter had tractor beams to pull salvage or previously jettisoned cargo into it's hold.
"And now we just need tractor beams for this to work, Darius, send one of the Arexes over," he added, "I'll give him a couple of commands once he boards," he explained, moving to work on getting the tractor beam online. He gave Adara a brief, smug look, before putting his helmet back on, it wasn't a space worthy suit, but he'd survive longer with it on, if they had to do anything in vacuum. "Surely you remember what it's like to run with me, yes?" he asked her as an alarm began to blare throughout the engine room.
"He has been a constant thorn in my side since you went all noble, and forced him to leave with me, without you... I've been busy chasing leads and struggling to find a path to reach you, had to make a few deals... hopefully some of them will work," he mused, as he began to rewire the Hyperdrive into the life support. They wouldn't be needing it anymore, they just needed a fast egress. "But Darius was constantly badgering me, if you guys decide to make things a bit more serious, pending our daring escape, I approve," he said at last.
"Jensaari, we have trouble," came Darius's response over his com, there was a sudden vibration that rocked through the ship as the Hyperdrive engines began to power up.
"Of course we do," he mused, "Stay docked, we're going to be boarding, fast," he said with a touch to his collar, "The thing is, we have a large fighter, a Skipray Blastboat, that means we lack Hyperdrive, fortunately, this ship has a now functioning Hyperdrive," he mused, moving to glance toward another subsystem. This particular brand of freighter had tractor beams to pull salvage or previously jettisoned cargo into it's hold.
"And now we just need tractor beams for this to work, Darius, send one of the Arexes over," he added, "I'll give him a couple of commands once he boards," he explained, moving to work on getting the tractor beam online. He gave Adara a brief, smug look, before putting his helmet back on, it wasn't a space worthy suit, but he'd survive longer with it on, if they had to do anything in vacuum. "Surely you remember what it's like to run with me, yes?" he asked her as an alarm began to blare throughout the engine room.
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Slade Xandir
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Re: A Lonely Meditation
Blood stood in that extreme pane of looking glass, the port which showed all before them. And with intense silencing of everything, the world around him deafened in an intoxicating was of nothing as he dove his concentration of the Force. With a held wave of inhalation, the smelled the surroundings in the current of the Unknown, his mental eye focused on that single mass of vessels before them. He sniffed directly forward, the sticky and eager strings of Force Sense reaching out hungrily to learn a proper place to latch and learn. Ship hulls, warmth, bodies.
And that single whiff of cologne proved all he needed to know. It was a tracker he had found on his ship so long ago; and it would of course happen to be this disgraceable urchin.
Lidmor stood next to him, watching as the immense of brought ships moved to box in this crew of whelps.
And with a growl enrapturing the ends of the word in a hex of cinderous desire, Blood spoke.
"Fire."
And as he spoke it, so they had. All of them, blasters, lasers, bombs, turbos, ions, anything they had, all was launched at these undying peasants. Now whether they continued to stay there, or land across the streets of Ziost, or even try and fly their way around it all, Blood didn't exactly care. He simply wanted them dead. All of them. Anything involving them. Gone. Puff of ash. Vaporized beyond anything even remotely revivable.
He had no clue what his Son's involvement was, or even where he was. But what he was sure of was his call being spread through his pack like the important callsign howl that brought everyone to attention of the matter at hand.
An enemy was at their gates,
And needed to be shown how consequential that was. That was today,
And now.
And that single whiff of cologne proved all he needed to know. It was a tracker he had found on his ship so long ago; and it would of course happen to be this disgraceable urchin.
Lidmor stood next to him, watching as the immense of brought ships moved to box in this crew of whelps.
And with a growl enrapturing the ends of the word in a hex of cinderous desire, Blood spoke.
"Fire."
And as he spoke it, so they had. All of them, blasters, lasers, bombs, turbos, ions, anything they had, all was launched at these undying peasants. Now whether they continued to stay there, or land across the streets of Ziost, or even try and fly their way around it all, Blood didn't exactly care. He simply wanted them dead. All of them. Anything involving them. Gone. Puff of ash. Vaporized beyond anything even remotely revivable.
He had no clue what his Son's involvement was, or even where he was. But what he was sure of was his call being spread through his pack like the important callsign howl that brought everyone to attention of the matter at hand.
An enemy was at their gates,
And needed to be shown how consequential that was. That was today,
And now.
"𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒, 𝐼 𝒶𝓂."
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Raphael Xandir
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Re: A Lonely Meditation
The hangar opened revealing the chaos that ensued whenever his father was usually around. Another mess he created it seemed, but again the young man just went along with it. His Headhunter ignited its engines and his controls lit up as the ship headed directly towards the blue screen that allowed them to come and go as they please. He looked behind to see if his companion was close enough and surely she was, entering her own starship.
The emptiness of space welcomed him as he flew around to meet the already mobile forces. An order came across his ships screen to fire upon whatever was out there. Gazing out into space he found a squadron of Skispray Blastboats that has been mobilized.
Hailing the commander of the squadron in a transmission, “Commander. This is Silver One. Form up on my position. We will make a run at the Trilon and the Derelict ships.”
Waiting a few moments, the squadron formed up behind him quickly. They would attempt to form a few runs of proton torpedoing on the ships to disable them. In his Headhunter he would have no proton weapons to fire, but he would lead the attack and keep them organized. During this, he would hope Kressara had her own squadron to chase them if they somehow managed to escape.
“Crow. Take a squadron of Toscan’s to chase them down if they make a desperate attempt at an escape. We've got them caught. They can't jump to hyperspace in a gravity well. That’s where you come in," he relayed to Kressara.
The squadron of Skispray’s moved in on its first attempt at a torpedo run.
The emptiness of space welcomed him as he flew around to meet the already mobile forces. An order came across his ships screen to fire upon whatever was out there. Gazing out into space he found a squadron of Skispray Blastboats that has been mobilized.
Hailing the commander of the squadron in a transmission, “Commander. This is Silver One. Form up on my position. We will make a run at the Trilon and the Derelict ships.”
Waiting a few moments, the squadron formed up behind him quickly. They would attempt to form a few runs of proton torpedoing on the ships to disable them. In his Headhunter he would have no proton weapons to fire, but he would lead the attack and keep them organized. During this, he would hope Kressara had her own squadron to chase them if they somehow managed to escape.
“Crow. Take a squadron of Toscan’s to chase them down if they make a desperate attempt at an escape. We've got them caught. They can't jump to hyperspace in a gravity well. That’s where you come in," he relayed to Kressara.
The squadron of Skispray’s moved in on its first attempt at a torpedo run.
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Kressara Thryn
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Re: A Lonely Meditation
Thrusters pushed her ship off the ground of the hangar and with eyes on Raphael’s Headhunter Kressara shoved out into open space. Orders were what she waited for as she flanked his ship, neatly repeating to herself every reason she had to stay calm. His voice marked the beginning of yet another battle to which she engaged the transmission and responded with a purposefully zen tone, “Loud and clear. They won’t escape if I have anything to do with it...happy trails, Silver One.”
Kressara flipped a couple of switches and booted up her targeting system as her ship’s engines roared, accelerating to join with the squadron of Toscans that she had orders to lead should a chase ensue.
“This is Crow, commander. Order your men to follow my lead. If the enemy flees then we are to catch them. Is that clear?” The voice she used when dealing with the head of the squadron was far more authoritative, intimidating even. A responding transmission pinged back to her fighter with immediate compliance, agreeing to her orders. “Crystal clear, Crow.”
Now it was a matter of watching the enemy for signs of retreat. Kressara put her squadron on standby, circling the enemy in a wide arc so as not to make a target out of her men by keeping in one place. Come time to fly after any fleeing ships, they would be ready.
Kressara flipped a couple of switches and booted up her targeting system as her ship’s engines roared, accelerating to join with the squadron of Toscans that she had orders to lead should a chase ensue.
“This is Crow, commander. Order your men to follow my lead. If the enemy flees then we are to catch them. Is that clear?” The voice she used when dealing with the head of the squadron was far more authoritative, intimidating even. A responding transmission pinged back to her fighter with immediate compliance, agreeing to her orders. “Crystal clear, Crow.”
Now it was a matter of watching the enemy for signs of retreat. Kressara put her squadron on standby, circling the enemy in a wide arc so as not to make a target out of her men by keeping in one place. Come time to fly after any fleeing ships, they would be ready.
There is a place that hurts the most, but will I go there? I cannot climb, it's far below. I have to fall there.
Just another anarchist sith assassin wishing she'd grown crops instead.
Just another anarchist sith assassin wishing she'd grown crops instead.
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Adara Silver
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Re: A Lonely Meditation
"Oh... Did I need your approval?" Adara asked with a small laugh. If she'd needed his approval on everything, she probably wouldn't have stayed with Tormentous for as long as she had. On the other hand... "But that's good, I guess?"
As the engines came back online, Adara looked at Colt for a second, perplexed. "You... probably need to teach me how to do that kind of thing," she said. "I mean, I could have gone back myself. How did you even do that so fast? I--"
She did remember what it was like to be out here with Colt, though, fighting against Sith instead of surviving against them. She offered him a grin. "You know my armor won't let me outside, right?" she reminded him, then used the Force to push her back to the freighter's cockpit. "I don't suppose you happened to bring the shielding up?" she asked, taking the controls as a bunch of ships fired around them. This was a freighter, hardly the most maneuverable ship in the galaxy, but still, Adara did her best to force it out of the way, down slightly closer to the planet's surface. Their enemies marked the metal plating on the top of the ship with their initial volley, but fortunately, didn't get anywhere near to damaging the newly repaired engines.
"Did you do something to piss these guys off?" she asked Colt. "I mean, they all left me alone here for... for..." She shook her head, unsure of how much time had passed. "Well, for a long time, anyways! The only reason they'd come after me would be if--" She paused to consider the thought, then shook her head. It was pointless to think about that while they were in the middle of a fight. The current moment was where she needed her head to be right now. She gave a determined frown as she saw the next set of enemies heading towards them. "We are really outnumbered here... I could try skipping us off the planet's atmosphere," she offered, and would begin to do so if Colt agreed.
As the engines came back online, Adara looked at Colt for a second, perplexed. "You... probably need to teach me how to do that kind of thing," she said. "I mean, I could have gone back myself. How did you even do that so fast? I--"
She did remember what it was like to be out here with Colt, though, fighting against Sith instead of surviving against them. She offered him a grin. "You know my armor won't let me outside, right?" she reminded him, then used the Force to push her back to the freighter's cockpit. "I don't suppose you happened to bring the shielding up?" she asked, taking the controls as a bunch of ships fired around them. This was a freighter, hardly the most maneuverable ship in the galaxy, but still, Adara did her best to force it out of the way, down slightly closer to the planet's surface. Their enemies marked the metal plating on the top of the ship with their initial volley, but fortunately, didn't get anywhere near to damaging the newly repaired engines.
"Did you do something to piss these guys off?" she asked Colt. "I mean, they all left me alone here for... for..." She shook her head, unsure of how much time had passed. "Well, for a long time, anyways! The only reason they'd come after me would be if--" She paused to consider the thought, then shook her head. It was pointless to think about that while they were in the middle of a fight. The current moment was where she needed her head to be right now. She gave a determined frown as she saw the next set of enemies heading towards them. "We are really outnumbered here... I could try skipping us off the planet's atmosphere," she offered, and would begin to do so if Colt agreed.