SithLore

(( OOC All interested are welcome to join in, the only rule I have is that none can engage a fight with Evy where they can kill her or dismember her. Cuts and bruises or even some broken limbs are fine, but the other is a big no no. :3 ))


Loud ringing... darkness... pain... numbness... difficulty to breathe... Evelyn slowly regained consciousness. Her body felt heavy as if she was glued to where she was, where ever that was exactly. She felt an immense pain throughout her entire system, was she actually hurt? Trying to blink, her eyes couldn't see much around her. It was a very dim lit room with very little furniture. However, Swann still couldn't move anywhere, she felt drugged, yet still in real pain. Taking slow deep breaths, Evy tried to collect herself of what had just happened...

The last she could remember was that this young wounded man was slowly dying and she rushed to his side to aid him once the thugs ran off. The local authorities showed up on the scene and helped stabilising him further, only for all eight of them to turn on her and sedate her after a long nerve wrecking struggle. They had been triumphant due to a lot of stun blasters and sedative darts. The young brunette couldn't manage to fight them all off at once, and she had refused to leave the innocent by himself to those... corrupt scumbags being deep in the pockets of slave traders.

Evelyn's face had been revealed in the Imperial database now, and some were searching for this young lady to finish the job. Though if they were already near her or not, Evelyn didn't know. Right now, right this moment all she had to focus on was that she was hurt and the Force knows where... She had to find out and then get the heck away from there. Forcing her legs to cooperate, she felt like an old lady with a cane. Her right thigh was throbbing in irritation of her moving about, and the soreness was almost unbearable. Finally after what felt like forever, she had forced herself up and walking around in the room slowly. Her right thigh was sore due to bruises as well as her left arm, only her left elbow seemed to have lacerated up to her shoulder. The cut wasn't too deep but it stung like a bantha, and with the mixed feeling of not being in control of her own body and mind at the moment was a terrifying thing to face. Miss Swann had to find out a way on her own, but also safely as she was bruised from the previous encounter.

Limping her way stubbornly to the door, Evelyn was very quiet and very careful. The last thing she needed right now was to bring more attention toward herself. She had to find her things that was taken from her, and then bail the frick out of there, where ever there was. That was her plan and she would, one way or another. She had not come so far to be set back now. Taking a deep breath, the brunette counted to five inside her head and nodded to herself. It was now or never. Swiftly but carefully she applied pressure to the door handle to see if it was locked. It wasn't, great, so far so good, right?

Everything was still quite blurry to her and her senses not all there, so she was without doubt in bigger trouble than she would originally think. Listening, Evelyn tried to hear others nearby, but she couldn't, no one was there. Moving out to the big metal hall, she could only guess and try to use the Force as her tour guide.

"Now... where would they store my stuff..." She thought out loud in a mere whisper to herself as she slowly but surely limped down the empty hallways. Moving past a window, she took the liberty to gaze outside to get a better idea of where she was. However, it was of no help since all she could see was water and a deck as if she was aboard and actual ship and not one that can fly through space.

They had been swimming for kilometers at this point, armed with rebreathers and wetsuits. It made Emic feel like she was in the distant past, fighting like she was a soldier on a pre-space planet that still used seaboats. She and five members of the Aurek-112 were here as agents of Sith Intelligence, here after someone who had critical information about Sith operations. Their target was seeking refuge, here on this planet, here on this body of water.

Emic ordered her fireteam to ascend to the surface.

“Alright team, we’re a kilometer out from target. We’ll climb up on deck with ascension cables, then we’ll move into the hold to find our man. Until I give the order, no one fires a shot. Vibroshivs and garottes only. Let’s move out.”

The team sunk back into the deep, and finished their approach. The Chief of the Kings In Yellow’s tattooed red face, obscured by the veil of her wetsuit, returned to the black expanse of the water and she returned to her mission.

The hull of their target vessel rose in their view. They swept up by its broadside, and deployed their ascension cables up to the decks. When they arrived on the decks they took cover behind some cargo and comm’d to their base. “Fireteam to base.”

The always-cheery voice of Liaison Officer Luce Dunwich came through the comm static. “Base to fireteam, transmitting the layout of the vessel to you.”

Emic displayed the layout of the craft on holo for her team to see. She pointed out specific zones where the target was likely to be held. She split up her unit, each member making their way to their own destination room to hunt their quarry.

Emic allowed her team to disperse and she departed from her hiding place back to the deck. A patrolman came out for a break on deck. She stepped out from the shadow, readied the garotte cable in both her hands. With one motion it was around his neck, choking the life from him. She stripped him of his clothes, donning them herself over her wetsuit, and dumped his body over the rails of the deck.

She hid her vibroshiv in one of the pockets, her rifle slung behind her back, and her garotte hung from her belt. She listened for footsteps beyond the metal door, and when there were none, she entered through, heading for her target room.

Just a lil piece to show i've made it! xD

Raven kept her sights on the screen before Officer Luce, her shadowed amethyst eyes following the smooth and clearly experienced mechanics Luce seemed remarkably versed in. Well, remarkable to anyone besides the guarded and emotionless Raven, who knew this skill was basic to the trained eyes of Sith Intel. She, after all, as the Cerberus' Phantom, knew she had to be on top of it all. Anyone could see how lethally serious she was about her job, until they no long had the ability to see, at all. That's when they'd know how invested she was in not rising rage in Blood.

She mentally matched up the tracework Luce pointed out, while keeping her ear to the radio, more or less shadowing the Team and watching to see if they're as professional and precise as they were hired to be.

(Hope you don’t mind another “good guy”)

An unmarked hover van soared across the ocean waters heading towards the last known location of a Jedi padawan who’s comlink had gone silent. Inside the drivers seat of the van was a large Dashade wearing a dark grey coat over a suit of unmarked armor. The pilot hadn’t planned on being here but had received notice that the padawan hadn’t checked in for to long and he was the closest Antarian Ranger who could investigate. Upon further investigation he had learned that it was Kenobi’s apprentice and he owned that master Jedi his life. Unfortunately at current the last time the commlink was powered on was in the middle of the ocean...

“Ranger Badaash, do you copy?” Came a female Cathar voice.

“Yes Commander Linok,” Badaash’s raspy voice responded. “Still no sign of Jedi Swann, I’m on route to the last ping we received from her comms, unfortunately it’s in the middle of the Sith forsaken ocean.”

“Understood Ranger, keep us informed,” Linok’s voice replied. “The rest of the Silver Mynock crew is on stand by and ready to be deployed if you find her.”

“Thank you Commander, I’ll be in contact.” The comm channel went silent and Ranger Badaash was once again alone in the hover van. “By the Force please still be alive.”

The van continued its trek across the choppy waters bellow, still no sign of the Jedi or where she might currently be.

OOC: Five's a crowd? Hopefully not.

IC: Adar hated the sea. Not because of its vastness, but out of fear of what lies beneath. That and his limited swimming capabilities. But he really needed the money to make it back home. Bloody Alliance and Empire with their system travel prices. He wasn't too far away from having enough to get a ticket home, but he needed to work on this ship for a bit more.

The job advert was for a janitor aboard a ship, but it didn't specify anything more. That had made Adar both curious and scared. He was already carrying a blaster with him at all times ever since he helped Zasabi eliminate the Sith assassin that was after him, along with his marksmen droid task force. But to set sail on a ship of unknown destination or unknown cargo? That was the fault of his endless curiosity that usually got him into trouble. Then there was the issue of him being... force sensitive? No, he had potential in the force, but no connection or training yet. And although he had a lot to wonder about, he focused on moping the deck and hallways of this vessel. Until he saw her.

A young woman, with brunette hair, was moving around in the hall. He was sure she wasn't part of the crew, as he had met or seen everyone so far, apart from the captain. She seemed... lost but not directionless. It was like she was heading somewhere, but even she didn't know where that was. Adar was hesitant at first to bring himself to her attention, as his paranoia had him keep his distance from others. But then, he saw her injuries. She could be in need of medical assistance, or the advert's secrecy was for this reason.Slavery?, he thought. Adar had the intuition to understand that he should approach her slowly, with his hands visible. Scaring her would help no one right now. His blaster was already hidden within his coat, and he had no desire to use it, unless he had to. And he hoped that the recipient of his blaster shot would be a Sith or someone associated with him, not an unfortunate folk who got mixed up in a misunderstanding.

After getting closer, but still keeping a safe distance for them both, he gently spoke.
"Hey, are you alright? May I help you?"

(( OOC Not a crowd Adar. I know we all can handle this just fine. :3 ))

Continuing down the empty hallways, Evelyn wondered why she hadn't stumbled into anyone as of yet. Had she been brought to a haunted ship or something? Shaking her head as a small amused smirk rose from the corners of her lips, she tried to focus. She could sense other sentients aboard even though she was still weak. If only she could get the drugs out of her system faster, but alas, young Evelyn only had ordinary cotton clothes on, all of her belongings were there somewhere, and her vague sensing of the Force guiding her would eventually pay off one way or another.

It wasn't easy though, as for every step that she took, pain cursed through her very being, it was so unbearable that silent tears strolled down her cheeks, and inside her head she wanted to scream in agony. Had they strained her right leg somehow in the fighting? Was that the reason why she had those sore bruises? In the end it didn't matter, no, she refused to just give up and give in to the massive pain inflicted upon her human form. Miss Swann could handle this. She had to. If she didn't she would die, that much was cetain. She needed to deal with this situation despite the pain, despite her mind longing to just break down and be done with it. Clenching her teeth, the young lady was stubborn, she was determined, even though she was hurting and it felt as if her heart was breaking through her chest bones.

She had a choice right now, to give in to the darkness trying to manipulate her, to make her feel weak and alone, the dark whispers tingling at the back of her mind to manipulate her to fall and make her feel not good enough to actually succeed.... or she could refuse and fight with every single fibre in her body to overcome the obstacles in front of her and remain alive. Swann had chosen the latter. She would do everything and even more so to prove her poisonous thoughts wrong, she was a survivor, always had been regardless of the challenges ahead. So with that determination, Evy took a slow deep breath, held it for a moment then exhaled calmly, allowing herself the small push she needed to continue on.

So far the young Jedi Padawan had no dang clue as to what was going on outside. She had no idea that Sith Intelligence was there, nor the fact that her Master's Antarian Ranger friend was searching for her whereabouts. Evy would have known had her connection to the Force not been compromised at the moment because of the fact that she'd been drugged by a bunch of sedatives perviously. They do really make one woozy... She thought to herself as her legs slowly carried her through the hallways still limping on her right leg in search for her belongings.

What happened next was quite the surprise to Evy, as she was taken off guard. The gentle voice almost echoing through the silent hallways, made her keep her guards up in case the person wasn't genuine and out to cause trouble. The two posed questions felt authentic enough, as she looked upon the young man. He didn't seem to be involved in this mess, so he was a civilian. "Greetings there friend," she started before continuing with a slight smile, "yes, maybe you can. You see, I am pretty sure that the owners of this ship have forgotten to bring me all of my belongings. So I need to find it..." Her hazel orbs gazed at him, to kind of sense his intentions to the best of her ability in her state, his true intentions, but she found none with malicious intent. "I have been better, but I will be alright as soon as I find my things. I wouldn't be lucky enough, to be lend a hand in this search by any chance? My body is a bit ragged up."

The Zabrak kept her head on a swivel, looking for any sign of her target. After all, she knew the real reason they were there. The story about a target that had critical knowledge of Sith ops was a fabrication. Something Luce dreamed up to keep the troops focused. What Emic knew that they didn’t, was that their target was a Jedi.

Just a youngling, but according to Emic’s briefing, the apprentice of a very powerful Jedi master. This order came from the top, and Emic was more than happy to have some practice against Force-users, even if they were at the bottom of the ladder. She made her way through the sparsely-guarded halls of the vessel, recalling the face of her target from the briefing.

“Troops, remember rules of engagement. Crew is expendable, but the target is not to be killed under any circumstances. It’ll be our necks if we kriff it up.”

She continued through the bulkheads, until she heard a conversation down a steel hallway. She pressed against a wall, and listened.

"I have been better, but I will be alright as soon as I find my things. I wouldn't be lucky enough to be lent a hand in this search by any chance? My body is a bit ragged up."

Feminine voice. Could be her target. Emic unzipped her pack and out crawled her ysalamir, coming to rest around her shoulders. Would be helpful if she ended up having to fight the target. She peeked ever so slightly around the corner and confirmed that she had indeed acquired their quarry. She had.

“Team, target acquired,” she whispered into comms. “I’m trailing. Track my position and move to intercept.” She waited in hiding for the target and the crewman to make their way somewhere. She checked her weapons one last time. Today, she’d capture a Jedi.

The Dashade driver was beginning to get tired of the endless ocean view as the van sped towards its potential destination. He took a deep breath as his eyes refocused on keeping the vehicle goin in a straight line.

“Master Badaash,” a robotic voice spoke up from the back of the hover van. “A large water traversing vessel has been picked up on short range scanners, it is currently heading westward at a speed we could easily match. This is the only thing we’ve picked up in the last hour.”

Varn glanced back at the espionage droid assigned to him by the Coalition. He was never a huge fan of droids but this one had proven itself useful. “Send it’s current trajectory to my console,” he replied.

The droid did as it was instructed and a moment later a new set of coordinates were in front of the pilot. As Varn returned his focus on driving he pulled the van in a hard left turn and pushed it to its max speed. It didn’t take long for the larger vessel to appear on the horizon.

“Try hailing them MC-2,” the pilot yelled back.

“I have made several attempts to contact them and have received no reply,” the droid responded. “Should we go in hot sir?”

“Let’s see if they do anything if we do a fly by,” he replied while continuing to push the armored hover van towards the sea vessel. “But contact the Silver Mynock about the vessel just incase we end up shot out of the sky.”

“What did you get yourself into Miss Swann,” Varn muttered to himself.

The madame seemed to trust Adar. That was a relief, though now he had to think of a way to get her out of this ship. The captain will call him a traitor later, but is rebellion evil if it is against evil? Adar didn't think so.

"Yes, I do believe I know where they should have your stuff miss. Here, let me help you walk. Put your arm around my shoulder."

The young man knew there was a forbidden room in the upper deck that most likely contained her items. Though, what could they be? Medical supplies? Weapons? Something else? His curiosity was ringing within him, but he didn't let it distract him. He was going to get this woman out of here, money be damned. He would find another job after they reached shore. While they were on their way to the upper deck, Adar struck up a conversation.

"I'm Adar by the way, and no need for the facade, you didn't board this ship with the rest of us, not willingly at least, and I knew this ship was up to no good the moment I got unto it. But I'll get you... wait."

They were standing in the open door that lead to the outside. And that was the thing that alerted Adar. The door was open, the guard was missing. Something was wrong. Something felt wrong. The guards wouldn't move far from their posts, and his absence alarmed the already paranoid man.

"I really don't like this." he uttered, then took out his blaster from within his coat and looked around until he saw the fire alarm. Without really thinking, he pressed it. The siren started echoing immediately, and that made even Adar jump from surprise. He realized that his paranoia might have suddenly hit him real hard, and that he just alerted the entire crew for nothing. Dammit Adar, what are you doing? he thought, as the siren's ringing increased in intensity.

Probably not going to post much since I’m NPCing it and just a noisy bystander- Keep skipping me!

Raven watched with keen interest the dots of the Taskforce keep in line with the map, how they kept formation and stealth utmost priority. And with even more muse, she kept her eye on how the one known as Emic nigh ran the show.