Star Wars Star Wars: After the Awakening

IC: Kodo Prine (combo post with Sinre)

The argument was over - Jan and Kyle sulked off. Or, well, Kyle sulked off, presumably exhausted by the ups and downs of his relatively short time with Kodo Prine. Jan didn't sulk off so much as haughtily flounce. Callista opened a comm to Kodo. "Vincent is preoccupied. I gather something happened while he was under. Involving the Sith."

"Not news to me," Kodo answered. "I was there. Something to do with some ancestor of his. She blew a hole straight through Snoke. Probably the only reason we're all alive."

He turned to Juno and gave her a slight side-eye. "I feel bad for Kyle being dragged into whatever this is. It's clearly over his head. It's over my head, too, but it's at least my own burden."

He resisted the urge to start venting his life story to someone he barely knew. "Where are we going?"

'Not decided yet. Down to Galen and Quinlan. I reckon we'll join the Snoke Hit Squad. Leia Solo and her husband are about.'

She grinned. She was in her sixties, but her hair was still blond and she had probably dyed it. She held out a hand. 'Captain Juno Marek.'

Callista heard over the comlink. 'There is nobody aboard by that name.'

Juno reached over. 'That's nice, dear.'

She cut the channel. Simultaneous to that, the turbolift opened and deposited two men, one an aged Kiffar, if his facial tattoos were any indication. The other was too enmeshed in Juno's lips, having kissed her and collected her off the floor with a relieved grin to his face.

The Kiffar pouted. 'Another stray?'

Juno nodded. 'Quinlan Vos, Galen Marek, may I introduce Kodo Prine, former Padawan of the New Jedi Order and, if my read on his face is right, which it usually is, he recently told Snoke the Sith to stick it.' Juno shrugged. 'I gather Kyle didn't like his style.'

Quinlan appraised him, but did not reply to Kodo. 'Master Tholme is dead.'

Galen looked briefly surprised but Juno scowled. 'How did you know?'

'That, too, is all over your face. You overheard the 'Snoke Hit Squad' as the one called Wyn described it.' Quinlan didn't let her reply, a mysticism seemingly transposed over him. 'We are only on a mission to recover our comrade, who has now been killed.'

'We are either going to leave this wretched system, or we are going to join the hunt for Snoke. If I take instructions, I have no doubt that the Grandmaster will direct that we return... To elsewhere.' It was bad enough that they had exposed their secret, but to then tell a newcomer everything would be even more dangerous.

They had been walking while they spoke, back to the hanger. Kyle and the Moldy Crow had left, leaving a black hulled courier. The Rogue Shadow. 'I would take your counsel. Is Snoke going to be stopped, without our help?'

Galen scowled, Juno jabbed her elbow into his ribs. Quinlan held up a hand. 'Juno has offered you her word, I shall honour it. But before we depart, I would ask you this.'

"My counsel will be of little help," Kodo replied to Quinlan, "I can tell you that Snoke - Plagueis - was being accosted by more than just Mikaru and myself in the shadow world. And I'm inclined to say I wouldn't be standing here if he hadn't been stretched a bit thin. But," he sighed, "I'm not inclined to trust that he can be defeated without the use of every possible resource."

"And I'm still a Jedi," he noted quietly at the end, as if to remind himself as much as anyone.

Quinlan Vos stared at him. 'I see.'

'I, too, am a Jedi, but not of your Order... Such that it is. Galen is a Jedi too, though he came to the light from the teachings of the Sith as Vader's apprentice.'

'You are a Padawan, but have gone through more trials than many Knights, I suspect.' Quinlan Vos paused.

'Are we going?' Galen said, with a smile. It seemed that Juno was enough to light even his moody disposition.

Quinlan nodded. 'We shall join this Snoke Hit Squad, but not directly. We know little of them, and a group which includes Leia and Fett is a taut one at best.'

Juno nodded and broke her handgrip with Galen to prepare the ship. Quinlan looked at Kodo again. 'You are dislocated from events, I know this. But I shall help you find your centre again, if you so wish.'

"Guidance would be welcome," Kodo nodded, keeping his voice low. "I was a disappointment to Kyle, I should warn you, due to my susceptibility to Plagueis. His claws were set deeply, and he has repeatedly manipulated me to do his bidding despite my best efforts otherwise."

"I fear," he continued, "that he has accounted for more than we may know. Even now we may be fulfilling his plans."

Quinlan paused. 'Come aboard. I learned something from the Theran Listeners which may help with that.'

'Then we can talk more.'

Kodo followed Quinlan onto the ship, his interest a little more than piqued. To feel as though he had control of his own mind and his own will would be a welcome change. Every action he had taken from the moment he cast away the holocron had been an attempt to break Snoke's lasting influence, but it seemed that whatever path he took, Snoke was there waiting with a plan. Always one step ahead.

"Theran Listeners?" he asked aloud once the pair was in private.

'I spent some years there during the Dark Times,' he said, as he walked them up the ramp into the corridor, far from the cockpit. 'They mastered the ability to remove harmful memories from someone.'

Quinlan kept the sentence simple, and light. 'For now, buckle in.'

Vos resolved to say nothing else until they were safely off this ship. He wanted to see and feel how Kodo would react to the idea of his memories being fundamentally altered. But he did head to the cockpit to the seats behind the pilot and co-pilot.

Kodo strapped in and remained quiet, but was inwardly averse to the notion. It was the loss of his memories which made him vulnerable - that he was a blank slate onto which Snoke could paint a past of his choosing.

He settled into the seat as comfortably as he could, and quiet contemplation overtook him. It seemed there was little he could do but let go of his past - to accept the lack of answers and put little stock in what memories did return, for his own well being.

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Belila Gambros (Bre)
Someplace, Noplace

Silence.

A bubble of light within a world of blured sounds and hazy edges of darkness. Except for a wall that curled around her. Her own tower.

Sancutary.

No crazy Sith Lords from centuries past trying to come back again. No current Sith Lord trying to take her apart like some strange scientific experiment. No strange ladies suddenly appearing out of no where, talking about a time period Bre knew little about. Bre let out a soft sob. The urge was so strong to simply curl up, and push away everything....

Then she thought of big blue. The Jedi she had found. Elias Noble. She thought that perhaps after so many years of wandering around, she had found someone who, like her would understand. But something happened. What did happened to him? It was as if he had suddenly turned himself off. Disconnected from everyone and everything suddenly with no warning.

Kind of like the way she felt right now.

No, this was different, Bre tried to reason with herself. She HURT. And she should. She went up against a very evil being. Close enough to touch him. That thought alone was enough to make her suddenly feel very cold, and shudder. She delt with Force Lighting. Death. Here was safe. Here was light and warmth. Nothing could reach her here. The outside world didnt exist here.

But she was utterly alone.

Not even Fred could reach her here. No friends. No companions. No, this was not an answer. She had already spent so many years being alone. And that was before she found Fred. So much betrayal, and secrets. No family. No belonging. But it was dangerous to
be alone now. She no longer could afford that option. Not that Snoke now knew of her, stating that he would have her. So right now, it was better to be with others, than staying alone.

Bre forced herself to uncurl, as she lay on her back now, looking up at the soft warm light. She held up a hand, looking at the light play against her fingers. She chose the Force. And it her. She had been tired of wandering around. Of simply surviving.

She wanted a chance to belong. To do some good in the galaxy before she died. She just didnt expect to be shoved front and center of things!! To experience so much death yet again. Her eyes watered, as she balled her hand into a fist.

What about the others? Would Leia want her around, now that she knew her secret of being a shape shifter? Bre knew some beings looked at the various species that could shift as being less than 'honest'. Thieves, spies and cutthroats. Would they let her stay? Praxton already didnt like her. When he found out she was a Jedi, even more so.

Bre pulled her hand back to her chest. Bre started to cry more now. Afraid of the unknown. Scared, like in the beginning. If not welcomed, she would do as she had been doing before she met them all. Survive. Adapt. It would be painful. But whoever said
the Jedi path was easy?

Jedi. Was she still considered a Jedi? She had been alone for so long. Any training she learned on her own. She missed what she used to do, but she could not afford to practice it. But whenever she came across usable gemstones, she would save them.

Obviously some other Jedi had survived. Would they even welcome her again, after such a long absence? Would she even want to? So much unknown. But hiding would give her no answers. The pain would still exist, that much she knew. She couldnt just hide
forever. And no matter how much pain and suffering, she didnt want to end up like Elias. She would have to drawn on the Force, without becoming lost within it. As tempting and soothing as it was to draw away from all her problems and pain, it was a lie. Some lies, she could live with.

But not that one.

She needed to face whatever was to come next. Bre slowly stood up. She gently reached out, and touched her 'tower' feeling its warmth and comfort. Slowly, she stopped crying. She pushed at the doorway, looking out.

She gasped, as pain grabbed her. The instinct was to draw back inside, but she stopped herself. No. She had to do this. She looked out. It was dark, storm clouds seemed to roll about. Thoughts became fuzzy again, as voices seemed to get louder

...step.

...another step.

...more pain. Head throbbed. Her body felt like it was in cased in durasteel. She forced herself to not turn and look back behind her. She kept taking steps, slowly and surely into the dark void she could not see past. Dark angry voices, echoed around her. Each step more painful than the last. And just when she did not think she could take another step.

...she was out.


-0-

Yavin


Fred had stayed next to Bre, beeping softly as he watched over her. The others were busy handling the Falcon, trying to make sure it didnt fall apart before they reached a safe area. Fred was trying to process all he had just seen and witnessed, while he watched over his mistress. Her breathing had gotten so slow, that he was worried for a bit, beeping softly, trying to get her to respond. When she started to leak water from her eyes, he really became worried, worrying if it was the equivalent of some sort of coolant leak. Fred beeped gently as he reached out with a prob, trying to see if he could get her attention. Then he just sat quietly by, snuggled up close. He had never seen her like this before, and was totally out of his league of what to do. She still had basic vitals, so he didnt bother anyone, just kept a very quiet vigil over her, just in case the ship had to do any more crazy maneuvers.

Suddenly a very soft groan caught Fred's attention, and a small gasp that came after that. As he leaned over, Bre opened one eye. And if she had not been in so much pain, and exhausted, she would have chuckled at the sight of Fred hovering inches from her
face. Speech was exhausting. "Iss ok." she managed to say, as she offered Fred the briefest of smiles. The body was feeling heavy again. "Goan sleep now." Bre told him, as she held up a finger, to which Fred gently latched on to. She nodded once before
closing her eyes, and falling to sleep.


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IC: Argen
Yavin

When Argen heard the first call for medics he reached up and flipped a few switches. Like much of the ship, even the medical staff was automated. Though they usually stayed in standby mode. Moments later a series of cheerful, and somewhat more talkative than one might like in a droid, AZI-series Medical droids came filtering through the hangar’s main access door. Chirping along asking if people needed medical assistance and giving directions to the medical bay.

Back on the bridge, Argen got the coordinates from Fett and sat on them for a moment. He’d come here to join the resistance, but Fett had said no to tell anyone. That obviously meant that the rest of the fleet wouldn’t be joining. At the same time the person he’d came to meet, General Organa, had just docked with his ship, more than that, this was Boba Fett.

He’d dialed the coordinates in and was about to jump when the other fleet came in-system. He’d been expecting them, but he hadn’t been expecting that. His immediate reaction, jump, but the old Rebel in his heart told him that he’d be leaving the others as sitting ducks. Reaching over to the weapons console he flipped a series of switches and then pressed a firing toggle before veering to starboard and hitting the hyperdrive.

As the Rosa elongated and snapped into hyperspace three blue trails veered out from where she had been towards the Imperial Fleet. Discord missiles. Able to push ten thousand G the missiles covered the distance in seconds before splitting open, only they didn’t release Buzz droids, as the CIS Discord missiles of the past had.

Sensor jammers.

Dozens of small sensor jammers now littered the area in front of the Imperial fleet, inertia continuing to carry them forward in dispersal. They wouldn’t full ship board sensors for long, but they might give the Resistance fleet just enough time to…

IC: Vincent Mikaru
Invective

“Jump,” Vincent called out, his short lived victory, at the cost of his own humanity, overshadowed by the arrival of the enemy reinforcements. One or two star destroyers, they could take even a resurgence, but a dozen new ships and their support? Vincent looked to the Admiral, “We need to jump, and I know I said I’d stand by and let you command this but I’m sorry.”

He turned to Callista, “Intra-Fleet Link. Transmit coordinates to not-linked Republic and resistance ships.” They needed a place to go however, if they jumped straight back to Eshan this fleet would be able to determine their end point and Eshan didn’t need another battle right now, even if it was one they’d win. Vincent was short on resources, most of his way stations were in the Outer Rim, beyond their reach for safety, but there was one.

And he didn’t like having to reveal it but such were the times. “Transmit coordinates to Gehenna base. Advise all ships to prepare for entrance into an asteroid field upon reversion.” He looked back up at the Imperial Fleet, and the debris he’d just had a hand in, around him alarms went off, signifying that the Imperials were trying to get weapons locks. “All ships, Jump.”

Then the stars were lines, and everything descended into a swirling mass of violet and blue.

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IC- Izzy Stark a.k.a. The Ripper
Coruscant

Do not kill any but the target. We have plans in mind for the others. They are essential to the forthcoming designs of Black Sun.

Hidden in the shadows of a nearby building, Stark sighed with irritation. Rules, rules, rules. They were kind of bumming her out. If it were up to her, bits and pieces of every single one of these people would become the new outside decor for these old buildings.

She sighed again, wistfully. Oh, well, orders were orders.

Stark raised her right fist and extended her index and middle fingers so they were pointing at Lory's daggers. She twitched them and the daggers were torn from the Besalisk's grip and flew at Shevu.

One of the daggers sailed over the man's left shoulder, grazing his neck. The other dagger, aimed for the man's right thigh. The best part, it would have seemed as though Lory had thrown them.

Stark crossed her arms over her stomach, then leaned casually against the building she was using as cover. For now, she was content on watching the action she had just caused.

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IC: Sava Boutros
Battle of Ord Mantell

Sava put a hand on her hip as Phasma rebuked them for their efforts. For Coruscant's sake, they had been sent to help her without any real orders. She should be glad they even listened and hadn't flown off to some other planet. Sava knew she would never do something like that but some gratitude would be nice. With her trick, they could now gather the Mandos into the plaza and bomb them all together. If of course, Phasma let them. Phasma was ignoring her now anyhow and was asking Hidax if he had a plan. Mentally rolling her eyes, Sava jerked her head at Phasma to let Hidax know that they should just follow her lead. Phasma then told them that she would cover them if they led the charge into the plaza. Sava nodded and they small group made their way to the plaza, Phasma shooting Mandos along the way. Once in the center of the plaza, Sava fired off a series of three shots. Mandos began to climb out of the trees and other hiding places at once.

Sava yelled amidst the fire that had begun, "Keep your backs to each other. We'll be able to hold them away better."

Firing her blaster pistol at the Mandos, she saw them going down, one by one. Suddenly, a bolt whizzed passed her head and she ducked. When she got up, a Mando who had sneaked up behind her grabbed her arms and twisted back. Yelling out in pain, she was now an open target. Sava used the pressure from the Mando pulling her arms and propelled herself up and flipped, kicking the Mando with her feet. Landing her flip, she shot her captor with one of her extra blasters and while shooting, she rolled onto the ground to retrieve her pistol. This would be a long fight if these Mandos kept on appearing...

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IC: Bruturus Hidax

Phasma. Hidax grimaced beneath his helmet. This stood a good chance of being less than pleasant.

"You are late," she said flatly. "The Mandalorians had just drove us back, and your little trick appears to have caused them to withdraw."

Her tone hardened. 'Here it comes,' Hidax thought.

"And that has ruined my plan. The intent was to draw them clear and counterattack. Now they have simply withdrawn and will reconsolidate." She looked to the two troopers who had made it with them. "I note they have brought explosives. I presume you have a plan now you have undercut mine, Hidax."

"Our intel was poor, Captain. But the fault is mine, regardless," he nodded. "In such a small group we can move very quickly - quickly enough to cut off the withdrawal with explosives if we-"

"Keep your backs to each other, we'll be able to hold them away better!" Sava's voice interrupted him. In the few moments since he had been conversing with Phasma, she had darted off with the pair of remaining troopers and gotten into a skirmish. He was still for a moment, and considered leaving the overeager private to her own devices before his conscience got the better of him. That, and the fact of a dead squad doing nothing to earn him back his rank and reputation.

"Kids," he muttered disdainfully and peeled off to help, as the group was slowly being overwhelmed by emerging Mandalorians. Sava was impressive, athletically dispatching several of them via her blasters and some acrobatic maneuvers. What she missed among all the fuss was the sniper targeting down on her from a short distance behind. Hidax closed the distance quickly and quietly enough, whipping the riot baton from his hip with a buzz. Torquing powerfully, he caned the sniper across the back of the skull unawares, leaving the man in a lifeless heap.

"Private!" He barked, reverting to captain mode and forgetting for a moment that he was rankless. "Stick to the perimeter of the plaza. Move quickly, I'll be close behind. And stop trying to be a Han Solo," he ordered. Among the first order, the name of the now famous smuggler had of course become something of a cliche, synonymous with the antics of brash, gunslinging daredevils who thought themselves invincible. Such antics were of course rare among such a disciplined military culture as the First Order, but still frequent enough to be the target of widely known slang.

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IC: Kodo Prine

Kodo unclipped and stood from his seat to follow Vos to somewhere more private. There they sat on the floor across from one another, cross-legged. Kodo breathed deep once and winced from a pain in his ribs he hadn't noticed before. No doubt he was riddled with bruises under his robes. He hadn't truly slowed down much since his rescue from Dagobah - there was the brief few hours before Eshan and a short time on the cruiser before all hell had broken loose, but each time there was no break in the sense of immediacy. To say nothing of the unexpected and traumatic outcome of both situations.

Now for the first time he felt some sense of closure, of forwardness. Dagobah was behind him, as was the holocron. There was a growing sense of triumph in what had ultimately occurred in the shadow world - though what had led to it was still a source of shame. And the short-lived, bittersweet relief which had come from the momentary certainty that N'Dul had killed his companion on Dagobah was again replaced with the nagging, souring guilty feeling that he might have done it himself. He was certainly capable given his apparent proclivities.

'Stop it,' he admonished himself. Guilt had become a faithful companion, but a cruel one whose only purpose was to make him vulnerable to Snoke.

"I am a psychometric," Vos blessedly broke the silence which had begun to summon Kodo's demons. "It is a skill of a Kiffar, and as a force user it is particularly potent. I can read objects. With sufficient push, I can read people, though I can be lost inside someone if I am not too careful."

A slight panic set Kodo's jaw to twitch at the thought of allowing such a thing. The sanctity of his mind, his thoughts, his memories, had been violated by Snoke countless times. What should have been his most private place was instead an unlocked door. And now Vos was turning the handle just as Snoke had done.

He quenched his anxiety, reminding himself that Snoke was a different animal. He scarcely knew Vos, nor the Mareks, but he was not a dullard. He had known from the moment he found the holocron what Snoke had been - and these people were nothing of the sort. Nor were Kyle and Jan, for all of their imperfections. They had done the best by Kodo that they were able - but his trust was ultimately misplaced.

"This is war," Vos extended a hand, "It is a given that many of the connections we will form are rushed, and sometimes misplaced. I do not believe I have misplaced them in you, but you believe you have misplaced them in others," he seemed to already be well in-tune with what the Kel Dor was thinking. "I would shell you of that jaded view, and explain what has happened to you. If you would allow me. It is time for Kodo Prine to rest, and rebuild. Vincent Mikaru will run to find himself.'

Kodo took the hand which was extended, hesitantly. Physical contact of any sort was a bit of an awkward proposition.

Quinlan paused. "Snoke will probably not let you. And so you need to decide what memories are yours, and what are not."

Kodo exhaled, and closed his eyes, willing himself to calm. "Can you bring them all to the fore? The ones I've forgotten? I need to know what happened on Dagobah - that I may be relieved by the best of it and come to terms with the worst. I think now I can separate the real from the fake."

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OOC: Combo post with Sinrebirth

IC: Rhoen Aquilla
Hangar, Rosa, Yavin

Rhoen landed hard on his feet causing him nearly fall to the ground. He scrambled to his feet and rushed over to Lysa's fighter, which landed first due to its faster speed. He got there just as she hit the ground.

"Are you ok," he called out dropping to a knee beside her. His legs were weak but, he was still going to try this. He draped her arm over his shoulders then hooked his other arm under her armpit to try and lift her up off the floor. He gets a step or two before his legs give out sending both bodies collapsing to the deck again. "Ok," the young man started, panting, "New plan, I'm going to lay on the deck until I have enough strength back to stand." He let the cool metal radiate though his face. His muscles burned and his head felt heavy, he was exhausted from the engagement that felt like hours long.

His mind began to wonder, on the decisions made, the people lost, on both sides. Did he really have to give the order to slaughter those transports? If he hadn't given that order how would things have turned out, would that pilot still be alive, would Genkal have made it out? A sense of failure entered his mind, this was his first command, his first action as leader of Corona Squadron, his mother's squadron, and now he'd seceded one of the most important planets in all the galaxy. Would his mother have done the same, would General Antilles, would anyone else have handled the situation differently.

He let out a breath, turning to look at Lysa her deep blue eyes drawing him in deeper, and the questions just faded away. There would be time for questions and soul searching later, after a bit of rest. "Alright," he said heaving himself up, his wingmate's arm still over his shoulders. He got back to his feet with as much help as Lysa could give. Medical droids began moving into the space checking on everyone present. Rhoen waved them off, "We just need some rest." He was as weak as a squall, a small docile rodent from his home of Chandrila but, together the two pilots could stand, and maybe get somewhere nearby. He cast his eye around content to let his partner make the first steps.

Lysa smiled at him. He had made her smile because of then floor comment. Typical Rhoen. As they stood together, Lysa took a tentatively step forward and then drew him after her. Together.

And then Goran Beviin stepped up, the man removing his helmet. "That was some spectacular flying, you two. Definitely Jetii level." He came around to Rhoen's over side and helped prop him up, sharing the burden with Lysa. Lysa grinned at how incongruous it was. A fully armoured Mandalorian, helping them.

A gurney hovered over, and Goran tapped it aside with his hip. "We don't need that." He helped them to sit on one of the benches, beside his satchel. He yanked it open, providing a canteen - electrolytes heavy, to restore what they had lost. He shook it at Lysa. "Ladies first."

She took and greedily drank it, while Goran eyed up Rhoen. "I bet you're sick of people saying this, but your mother would have been proud of you. One helluva pilot, that one." He pursed his lips. "You showed real beskar today, firing on those First Order freaks. Well armed or not, those transports needed to go down."

The weary pilot let out a little laugh, "You're right, I am a little sick of it." Did everyone in the entire galaxy know his mother? First Wedge Antilles, then Juno Merek, now this Mandalorian, so many people he couldn't remember meeting but that knew him already, it felt weird. He lazily rolled his head toward Lysa as she gulped down the contents of the canteen. A broad smile bloomed on his face, putting his feelings of getting commended on tactics by a Mandalorian, far into the back of his mind.

He nudged her lightly with his elbow extending his hand afterward, "You gonna' share that, or should I ask one of the droids?" His head was so clouded with fatigue he could barely register the words he was speaking. A huge sense of relief began to wash over him. He was still alive, Lysa was still alive, right now the battle raging outside of the hull of the Etti curser felt a galaxy away. The small laughs that he'd given up till now started to build up in him. They'd survived a duel with one of the best pilots of the Empire, overcome a numerically superior force, and made it through the most surreal battles they'd ever seen. All the time in the simulator never prepared him for a temple exploding, taking an S-foil with it. Then the final dash for safety on a ship he didn't even know was friend or foe, judging by the lack of guards or wardroids flooding into the hangar the Captain was inclined to say this was most defiantly an ally.

A deep breath ended his small laughing fit, finally releasing all the tension that had built up inside him. "Sorry," he said to the armored being, "Been a weird one today." When Lysa offered the canteen to him he gladly took it and drank as much as he could, resisting the urge to dump it on his head, he'd get a shower soon enough, hopefully.

Fett snapped his fingers at Goran and ordered him over. He had to act so obviously as Goran had removed his helmet. The bounty hunter stared at Rhoen through his visor and then directed Goran to replace his helmet so they could speak privately.

They were in hyperspace, at least. Lysa felt the vibrations and relaxed slightly, sagging against Rhoen. Her eyes closed slightly, and before she knew it she was nodding off.

The others, Susular, Leia, and so forth, were out and about and the group would be milling. Leia seemed to have a face that suggested that she wanted to speak to their savior now, not later.

"Hey," Rhoen shifted his shoulder trying to roust his wingmate, "Wake up." Her soft rhythmic breathing and warmth at his side made his head feel heavy. "Come on if you do this," He yawned loudly, he couldn't hold it back anymore, his eyelids began to droop. The right thing to do was to carry her to a bunk somewhere let her rest but, he barely had the strength to walk, much less carry her. "Alright you win," he said finally, letting out another yawn, "we'll rest here but, only for a bit." His eyes settled on General Organa-Solo she looked like she had something to do, hopefully it didn't involve him and Lysa, at least not for a little while. He looked up to see 'Han' looking over the hangar, the young pilot gave a lazy wave to the older man before turning to look at Lysa next to him.

He stopped fighting the fatigue and let his eyes close and his body slump down on the bench. His head tilted to the side coming to rest against Lysa's crown. It wasn't too comfortable but, he was too tired to care at this moment. They had leapt into hyperspace, safe for the time being, he could let his guard down. His near hand wrapped around hers and he let himself drift off.

If anything important happened, someone would wake them.

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OOC: Kahn_Iceay as Ryn-pain-in-my-arse

IC: Myna'vera
Dandoran

To say that Myna was in the sort of mood for shenanigans like this, would have been a lie as big as a Hutt. There wasn’t anyone who knew where she was going, other than the droids, and the person who contacted her in the first place. And anyone he might’ve told, she supposed to herself. Either way, she didn’t have time to figure it out now, and said as much.

“I don’t have time for th-”, Myna’s statement was cut off by a brief, yet intense spasm of pain through whatever was affecting her. Though to her credit, the hooded man appeared to lower his guard oh so slightly. Which Dee took advantage of with only the speed a droid could, and shot the man in the upper chest with a stun blast from it’s mounted blaster cannon. There was a 0.02% chance it would have hit Kate instead of it’s target, but considering the stun setting… Dee wasn’t worried about collateral damage, just taking advantage of the distraction.

Myna regained her composure and briskly walked over to the Astromech, taking the controller from the assailant and removing the restraining bolt from Kate. “Finish loading the ship Kate, Dee, watch him, I’ll be back in a minute.”

Both droids beeped an affirmative as she left the landing pad and headed back inside the house. It had been a long time since she’d even reflected on her past, but now, it would prove useful as she retrieved the relics of her past, occupation, a set of Mandalorian manacles. Quickly making her way back outside she restrained the still unconscious man’s hands behind his back, and started dragging him none too gently towards the ship.

By the time she had secured him in the Auxiliary airlock, Kate had the ship ready to go. Having set Dee to guard their prisoner, Myna set them on their way to Chandrila.

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More Than A Few Hours Later

While their prisoner had regained consciousness hours earlier, Myna hadn’t had the patience to deal with him, not to mention, she wanted to let him stew for a while. He’d been trying to talk to her off and on, but she’d never responded. He’d really only repeated his request to accompany them to Chandrila, which at this point, well, the only other option was spacing him. And he didn’t seem to deserve that fate. Yet.

With a groan, she resigned herself to finally go confront the man. When she arrived outside the airlock door, he immediately started pleading with her. She held up a hand to stop him, and when he finally took the hint, she addressed him.

“How did you know I was going to Chandrila? I never filed a flight plan, and it’s not like my droid would have told anyone, much less you…”

“I can’t tell you.”

“What do you mean you can’t tell me? You can’t? Or you won’t? Did someone else tell you? Or did you somehow glean this information yourself?”

“I’m a Ryn ma’am.” The man replied with a smile, uncurling his tail from around his waist for a moment. “We know things.”

Myna rolled her eyes again and held her hand over the outer airlock door control. “You better start explaining a little better than that…”

“Or you’ll space me?” He held up his hands, now, seemingly uncuffed, “I disabled the air-lock controls about an hour ago, along with sealing the maglocks, also disabled the alarm you had set up to go off if anyone does anything like that. You want to space me? You’re gonna have to decompress the whole ship.” The man continued to smile. “I answered your question, I’m a Ryn, we know things. Study your recent galactic history and you can read between the lines of that. I simply need to get to where you’re going, your ship is faster than a shuttle. I figured being more straightforward would have worked, than say, sneaking onboard one of the food crates?”

Myna turned and punched the nearest bulkhead. Why did poodoo like this always have to come in droves. “I only found out I was going to Chandrila this morning, got the message for it last night, unless you are somehow the one who sent it, I still don’t see how you could know, which means if I have to I’ll go put on an enviro-suit and still go through with my plan to space you.”

“Do you know how unsecure standard galactic communications are?” The Ryn tilted his head to the side, “If you like I can give you, as payment for this little trip, a lovely little decoding program that lets you listen in for things. Just plug it into a holocomm array and any signals that arrive locally will be scanned for certain markers, like say ‘from Chandrila’?”

“I find it hard to believe that my employer would have been so careless with his communique, but let's say I humor you and believe it was as easy as you claim it was. Why are you in such a rush? I mean, I’m getting paid to hurry, what made you decide, this.”

“Now that, I can’t tell you. Sorry.” And to his credit, he did look genuinely sorry. “Simply put, it is of great importance that I get to Chandrila, and do so quickly. Had there been another means, well, I would have taken it. Blame the Force, or Luck, or the Great Bird of the Galaxy, whatever you desire that it happened to be you. It’s just what it is.”

“If I give you my word that I won’t harm you, will you undo whatever you’ve done to my ship? I’ve been under a great deal of stress, and I feel like I’ve been uncharacteristically rude, despite, and considering, my past.”

“Oh I’ll undo it, but only once we get to Chandrila, I’m sorry but I just can’t take any chances.”

Screaming in frustration, Myna walked away, this was turning into a very irritating trip, and she hadn’t even gotten to the fun part yet...

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Belila Gambros (Bre)
Somewhere over the tain... Oh nope, wait....
Aboard the Millennium Falcon, Yavin


Fred stayed glued to Bre, while Praxton and Wyn moved her to a more comfortable spot. His worried beeps and whistles, every time they looked as if they might drop her, (Which of course, they did not!) still didnt passify Fred, until they finally laid her down. Then Leia, Praxton and Wyn leave the ship, technically leaving him in charge.

He scanned the area around him, noting all the damage, even as he had the Falcon run its internal diagnostics. He didnt leave Bre's sight, and scanned her frequently, even after her body rhythms fell back into what he would consider normal. He was still trying to process everything he had seen. information to be researched when he had some downtime. Perhaps there could be something useful hidden
there. With all the strange things that had happened around this planet. The appearance of the man in gold armor. How he appeared and disappeared. A bit of missing time, that Fred had in his memory banks. And then when they got to the planet. Enough to make a poor droid loose his sparks! He would have plenty to tell BB-8, if he got the chance. And then the fighting. Fred understood some things, but others
completely were beyond his scope of things. And after looking at Bre, perhaps it was better that way. Hmmm. Speaking of useful, Fred looked around until he located Bre's pack, near her poor bike. He quickly grabbed it, and dragged it back towards where Bre lay. The scorch marks, and bit of sparking from the poor Falcon would have to wait. Besides, it was still running its lengthy diagnostics program.

Sitting down next to Bre, he began to go through the items in her pack, muttering in a way, only a cantankerous nervous droid could mutter, while its many arms were busy searching for something. He continued digging through her pack. He remember she had something, she used once a very long time ago. It was when they were pulling a triple shift, and she had to stay awake to complete repairs on this ship
that they knew was working for the republic. It had been badly damaged, but Bre was going to make sure it got out of there, because there was another ship in the sector hunting it. They coudlnt allow it to be caught. Even gave it a bit of a paint job....but they got the job done.

He dug through her pouch, until he found what he was looking for, and then gave an excited little bleep. Yes, this was the thing. He also remembered that she didnt really like the after effects, so she didnt use it much. But as she would put it, 'in case of emergencies.' Wasnt this an emergency? He fought with himself. Yes, he knew she was tired. But would she want to be so out of things, especially now, after
what all that had happened? They were docked to a big ship they knew nothing about. But General Leia seemed to think it was ok. She was practically the first one off the ship. Fred rocked on all of his limbs, as he tried to reason with himself.

He popped the hypo.


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*crunch, crunch...jingle..*

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*Bweet, bweet, brzzz reet!*

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Prismaticspraycollidingwhitelightblindingflashbang! Heart.
Heartsmotorreavingclashaingsoundsofmetalsparkingflyingoutofcontrol.
AngerscreamingdeathdeathDEATHangerfurryhatemustkillsoontodiescreamslightingflyingaway...
screamscreamscreamscream...


'Wha?.. What?'

Bre slowy opened an eye. Consciousness wasnt exactly something she was looking forward to at the moment, it seemed highly overrated. But Bre kept hearing unusual noises, that were finally enough to wake her up. Her ears pounded, as she suddenly noticed her heart rate seemed a bit fast for someone laying on ... a bunk? When had she gotten there? Well, at least she was not in a jail cell, so there was that. The second eye opened, as she saw Fred, holding a hypro-spray in one of his many hands.

Well, that explained much. Wobbly, she reached over and took the spray from Fred, coughing to clear her throat. She made a gesture for something to drink, which Fred, now overjoyed that Bre was moving, happily moved to her pack, and grab something for her to drink, as he in rapid fire tried to update her on what had been going on, while she had been sleeping. She cut him off with a wave of the hand, as she took the pouch. Her hand shook. A lot. Too..much right now." she told him gently, while he settled down on the floor.

Bre looked up, and noticed that the lights in the room had quite a colorful effect going on around them. She would have to meditate, or she was going to have quite the headache behind this. With a bit of help from Fred, she moved to a sitting position. Hmm. The Falcon's engines were off. She was pretty sure Han would not have gone back to Yavin. So they were docked? She looked over towards Fred, gave her a forlorn bleep. She smiled softly, as she drank deeply from the pouch he had given her. After she finished, she gave Fred a gesture. Fred began a series of bleeps and other sound effects, as he attempted to catch her up on what had happened since she had been asleep. She was amazed to find out that she had not been asleep as long as it had felt like. When Fred was finished, he grew quiet, sitting on his haunches. Bre left out a large exhale. She did not allow herself to focus on what had happened. She was not ready for that. Not at the moment. Instead, she only focused on the now. And right now, that bloody narcotic that Fred had given her, would keep her awake, wether she wanted to be or not. For a while at least. But she was not ready to venture out, and see what was going on. So instead, Bre leaned back, feeling the cool metal of the ship against her back. She slipped the hypo back into her stuff, and shook her head, immediately regretting the movement. Another long sigh. With Fred watching over her, she closed her eyes once more. Fred wasnt worried this time. He knew what she was doing. So, he began going over the list of issues wrong with the Falcon while he waited.



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IC: Susulur Dha'tra
Boarding the Rosa, Leaving Yavin System

Seeing the bustle of activity and the surge of some form of droid line into the hanger was a bit off-putting. As in hand to the weapon at your hip kind of off-putting, still he didn't draw and he didn't fire, much to his own credit. Although the second possibly would of been that the twisting motion had sent a pulse of pain from his sternum that was able to overwhelm the nano-bot suppressors working that nerve cluster. Another reason he needed a medic, what he had in theory was a small flap bandage for something that required a surgeon and a lot more medical supplies than you find in most first aid kits. . . actually if he changed that to pain and inflammation blockers instead of a flap bandage that was exactly what he had.

Looking at the odd little floating droid that bobbed over on a repulsorlifts he had to take a beat, and then let his helmet do so as well as it compared the droid to it's identification databanks. Finally a match displayed as the droid came up to him after getting waved away from the pair by the starfighters, "Do you require medical assistance?" AZI-model Medical droid matched. Interesting. He wasn't sure he had every run into one of the runts before.

"Yes." best to keep it simple until he got a feel for the droid.

"Please state the nature of the medical emergency. Are you bleeding externally or critically? Where does it hurt on a scale of one to ten? Please have a seat on the provided stretcher. Lay down if preferred so long as no suspected spinal injury. Oh good heavens that armor is getting in the way, may I cut it off via the body glove to be better able to perform an exam? What is your species? Any known pre-existing conditions? When was your last bowel movement? . . ."

Sitting on the stretcher had been nice as it floated up behind him. Unhooking from the repel line he let it auto-retract into his ship and sent the code for it to close up. Letting the questions wash over him he sat there in a moment of peace as they began floating toward what he assumed was an indicated medical bay. "Broken bones in sternum area. Just internally, and self-medicated in the field. Only if I can return the favor to your chassis. Listen, I have a basic medical record. I will transfer it to you, if you agree to annotate amendments to me and scrub all data afterwards. I need to be battle ready as of an hour ago. And can you perform an implantation? All with pain blockers only. I must not loose consciousness."

"Oh good heavens. What an unusual request, I shall have to see what we have in stores. Now what did you use? Field treatments by injured parties are shown to most often be highly inaccurate to the correct treatment protocols. Thank the maker you did not kill yourself in dealing with the pain, and you are talking far too much. You might not be feeling the pain with whatever you took but you are still agitating the area and possibly causing a shift toward an internal cutting of your primary oxygenation and nutrient distribution organs, lungs and heart respectively. Breath shallow if you can. My, my. What do they teach warriors these days, nothing about internal injury survival I'd wager. If I ever did wager anything, not that I have any credits to wager, but you get the point. Now let's see about all of this and whatever do you mean about an implant? I haven't even assessed the damage yet! No need to go jumping to lost body parts at the drop of helmet. Now. . . "

On second thought, perhaps he should reconsider that 'no sedation' request. That or else ask someone to take his weapons before he shot the medic.

TAG: Sinrebirth, Kahn_Iceay, @others in the hanger of the Rosa

 

IC- Izzy Stark a.k.a. The Ripper
Coruscant

Izzy grinned in delight at the brief skirmish she had caused. She was enjoying herself immensely.

When the Besalisk punched the human, she giggled. This was very thrilling.

'Come on out, Stark-y.'

Stark remained in the shadows, her irritation piqued slightly. Stark-y? she snorted. I may be crazy, but I'd only answer to that if I were insane.

'You must be here. Who wants me dead, then?'

Izzy straightened and slowly stepped out of the shadow of the building. Her pretty face was set in a mock pout. "Oh, come now, Lory. You're not gonna get far with that outlook on life. Why so glum, pumpkin? Did you miss your nap?"

Her arms were crossed over her chest. Unseen, her grip tightened on her daggers. She was ready to strike. All she was waiting for was the right moment.

Tag: Sinrebirth

 

IC: Susulur Dha'tra
Med Bay, Rosa

Looking at the skeletal face of the med droid in the ships med bay he calmly acknowledged it with a nod of his head in ascent. They both knew what he was here for. He had explained it to the AZI droid on the way here, once he was able to get words in edgewise, and the AZI droid had transmitted or communicated that information to the more stoic medical droids that now would actually perform his surgeries. With some reluctance they had carefully removed his armor and then his body-glove from the waist up. Surprisingly without too much agony on his part, although his partial nerve block by the nanites in his system probably had a lot more to do with that than the medical droids tender approach.

As the droids administered an injection the back of his neck. . .well to be honest seven small injections to numb both his intercostal nerves and provide a nerve block for secondary sensory nerves to his chest. After a few moments to let the drugs take effect he was laid back on the surgical table by guiding appendages and the spot light of attention was drawn to center mass. Disconcerting was the mildest form one could call this situation as he was expected to hold still as a knife was put to his chest, alright a laser scalpel but the definition still held.

The small incision was made, causing a mild discomfort, more so from the smell of his own burnt flesh tinging the air than anything. Small manipulators were inserted and grasped the edges of his bones. The whirring of the medical droids silent symphony and the changing data displayed in his bucce that he asked them to share was all that there was to distract or comfort him. As the droids pulled back on his skin he was glad that the meds were working, as he merely felt a tugging sensation instead of the pain of flesh being rolled back in any meaningful way.

As they shifted his bone back into place he noted the small hole in his sternum that the fracture bisected. A sternal foramen was the short answer that popped up next to his wondering gaze, as well as a simulation of the intense g-forces having broken his sternum in two along that point, although if he had been born with out it a second simulation showed that the chances of the fracture having been comminuted into many pieces, some shaped like needles that would of more easily punctured his lunges or heart increased dramatically.

The meeting began about then. He had nothing to add as he watched remotely through his helmets uplink in another corner of his vision. Truth be told beyond where they were going nothing of import seemed to be shared yet.

The droids then moved his two halves of a sternum back into place before moving them apart slightly. The fact that they were not having to scrape him off a bulkhead was a sign of the modern miracles of modern medicine at work when the proper drugs were given as per species, sub-genome expressions, and tolerances as stated in his medical history. One had to love medicine at a time like this. The droids then inserted a thin layer bone cement and brought the two ends fully together. As a specific frequency of strobe light played upon the hardening bone-cement another tubule was inserted and began secreting a bacta based gel around the wounded bone, and sprayed behind it on his heart sac and lungs, which showed some signs of bruising and rough treatment. Surprise, surprise.

Once finished the droids closed up his would and sealed it with some skin glue. Good as new or your credits back he was sure once one dug deeper than the warning labels of taking it easy for a few days to couple weeks. Still they were not finished as they began to inject into his skin lower, something which made him flinch as he realized it was below the numbed area and this, this would only receive skin numbing for the second operation. Well he guessed you get what you pay for, and in this case he really couldn't complain as they once made the smell of his own burning flesh accost his nose.

TAG: Sinrebirth, Kahn_Iceay

 

IC: Rhoen Aquilla
Hangar, Rosa, Yavin

Rhoen found himself pulled into a deep sleep, despite the uncomfortable posture having Lysa next to him helped ease his mind. He didn't dream just rested. At the edge of his mind he felt something dig into his side. A few more jolts into his side and his eyes snapped open with an audible "Ahh…" which he quickly silenced realizing that someone was speaking.

"I am Banker Damask," A Munn stated looking out over the group congregated in the hangar. "and I am here to convey to you my apologies for miring Captain Argen and his crew in this mess.' The 'Banker' gestured toward a Zabrak flaked by droids, Rhoen gathered that the being was the reason he and Lysa were safe. "But I would vouch for him, if such a matter helped."

The pilot didn't know this banker so his word that the horned humanoid was good didn't mean much but, actions spoke louder, the man had saved them, which said a lot. Damask continued talking about accounts or something, Rhoen was still a little groggy from getting woken so most of the finer points sailed over his head.

"Before we left," Fett spoke drawing the young man's attention, "I got a fix on where Snoke jumped. It's in Wild Space, and I fed those coordinates to Argen here. "Esfandia." Rhoen furrowed his brow looking over to Lysa, mouthing the name of the planet, it seemed important but, he didn't know why.

"Where Admiral Ackbar was heading with two of our cruisers." The aged Mon Cal captain piped up, causing the young man's eyes to widen, Ackbar was there, and two more battleships, why? He was glad they were far away from the mess that became of Yavin but, why were they ordered all the way out there?

"Financial data will be useful when to hunt the traitors in the New Republic," General Organa-Solo said, "as a starting point of where funds came from, but that's for the future." She cast her gaze over the group, "For now we need to decide whether we are in a fit state to press the advantage. We sent a Dark Lord of the Sith packing. If we are to recapture and deprogram my son, then we need to push on. I know it's been hard for you all, but we can do it."

He gave another look to his wingmate, they had barely survived that confrontation, he was still rattled, hands still shaking. Not to mention the damage done to his fighter, its effectiveness was significantly decreased.

"I can give Rhoen my fighter if he's up for it," Kyp piped up, that most certainly solved one problem but, not the other, of whether or not Rhoen was fit to continue this fight. "and join the crew of the Falcon, unless Fett needs co-pilot." One of the mandos snorts, "But," the legendary pilot continued, "we're in essence going to be deciding on an A Team, which is going to be the distraction on the outside of whatever ship or installation we're going to be raiding, and the B Team, which is going in." Rhoen was defiantly part of that first group, he was a pilot not a commando, he wasn't trained as a Wraith, his place was in the flight seat of a fighter but, doubt steadily grew in his stomach. Could he handle being thrown into the fray again?

"I would be seeking to rejoin the naval command," Genkal said after clearing his throat, "at the earliest opportunity. I am not a..." He paused as if looking for the right word. "Fighter. So I shall seek to rejoin Admiral Ackbar at Esfandia regardless of whether you choose to delve deeper into the Unknown Regions." His gaze swept over the crowd, "Any of you are welcome to join me."

Rhoen bit the inside of his lip, he had a way out of this now, he could give in to the fear taking root in his chest. He could stay behind with command and let the others go off on their little assassination mission. However, at the thought of hunting down Snoke now that he was injured, a fire lit in the pilot. He made a promise to his pilots to make the First Order pay for what they did to Hosnian Prime, and a promise to himself to get vengeance for his mother. Now with the loss of Yavin, the flame burned hotter, the First Order had embarrassed him, made him look like a fool, a coward. He wanted so badly to repay the indignity heaped upon him.

He felt Lysa still beside him, his hand holding on to hers, looking to her, he recalled her words as they were en route to Yavin,

"I can't say with conscience what we are doing is right - taking out Snoke and Kylo Ren is hardly going to stop the Empire." She had her doubts from the beginning, if he made the choice to follow his vengeance, would she follow? Or would she stay behind with Genkal, washing her hands of this dirty business. He felt a stab of regret at the words he used, the absolute rage he directed at her. He apologized soon after but, the pain remained. She was right, the First Order was massive, would removing two beings really grind their advance to a halt? Did removing the Emperor and Vader end the Empire?

The case could be made either way but, the truth was the Empire was still around even without the dark lords ruling with an iron fist.

He was caught between two extremes, crippling fear and doubt that made him shrink away from his responsibilities as captain of Corona Squadron, and the burning rage and hate that drove him to dive deeper into the black, and darker side of warfare. This storm raged inside him as he did his best to not let his face show it.

One thought brought a modicum of peace to his mind,

'What does Lysa think, side was she on.' He couldn't do this alone, he needed someone by his side, someone he could trust. The only person that could be was her, Corona Seven, whatever she decided, he would listen. Though nothing had really been decided, she could still leave it up to him to make that choice. He rubbed his eyes.

There seemed to be a lull in the conversation, Rhoen waited for a moment, then raised his hand, "Do we have any word from the Salvation? And the rest of Corona Squadron? I might like to read them in on what is decided here." He turned his head toward the Jedi pilot, "I'll take your fighter Durron, until we can maybe get mine fixed." This was his third X-wing in as many hours, it was becoming a hobby for him to be forced to change fighters every so often, if this mission continued, how many more fighters would he go thru? How close to death could he get before it finally takes him. "But, I'd like a bit of rest before I come to a final decision on anything." He said finally nodding his head. "Need some distance to…get my thoughts in order."

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Belila Gambros (Bre)
Aboard the Millennium Falcon, wherever it was


Bre tried to meditate, but she could only manage a few moments of it, before her mind would get distracted. She opened her eyes with a sigh. Nothing at the temple ever taught her how to deal with something like this. Her mind was too busy, even though she felt so drained. She turned, and looked over at Fred, who was busy reading the probably lengthy list of issues with the Falcon.

"Hey Fred. See if you can contact BB-8, and find out what is going on out there, would you?" she asked him, as she leaned back against the bulkhead. She still felt weak, and really didnt want to be around a lot of other beings right now. After having used so much of the Force lately, she felt a bit over sensitized. She could swear she could feel all the beings on the surrounding vessels right now. Another sigh, as she tried to block the sensation. Several issues kept swimming around in her head as well. Of all places to be, why was Snoke there? It had to be something awful important, for him to attend to it personally. That was almost unheard of. Was it because of that other Sith that had been there? The one looking for a body?

Then there was Ulic Qel-Droma. Over a few thousand years old? He had spoke of a rule of three, something Bre had never heard of before. Ku'ar Danar, was he the gold Sith she had seen earlier? He had seemed pretty powerful. And Snoke seemed to have no trouble taking him on. And the third being? Bre pulled out the lightsaber she had taken from the body on the ground, and looked it over. Its design was interesting. She didnt know of his name. Snoke wanted that ritual to fail. So it must have been a threat to him.And then, in the bit, where Ulic died..that strange woman had appeared out of nowhere. But she seemed to know Ulric. She stayed with him. Her words to Bre still resounding in her mind. “Our time, has come and gone. The future is in the hands of the young and the gifts, and curses we’ve left our future generations.” She had knelt down next to Ulic, placing her hand on his. “Run, and fight another day.” Another force user had been there as well, but Bre never even saw that being. The one that started the ritual. Bre slowly stood up. And then there was the bounty hunters. They were tracking Snoke. Were there to kill him. Someone had hired them. The resistance maybe? So, what was the plan now? Well, if it was up to General Leia, she might want to press the attack, after all, Snoke was on the run. But to where? Bre had no clue. And right now, Bre was literally left with no place to go. She was hoping to catch up with other Jedi. And with Snoke now threatening to chop her up into bite sized pieces, she was not too thrilled about being alone either. But she might have to leave the Falcon if Praxon didnt want her there. And Genkal. He had seen her change. So most likely the others knew as well. So much uncertainty and unknown. But, like she thought earlier, as least she didnt wake up in a jail cell. So that was worth something.

Her stomach growled loudly, which kind of shocked Bre. She then gave a slow smile. It had been quite a while since she had eaten a decent meal. Maybe some food would lighten her mood. Bre took the time she had alone, to change clothing. A shower she would have to find later, but she didnt need to look like, well, to look like she had just been blown up! She quickly changed. Once she could determine if Fred could tell her any news, that she decided to venture out. Bre pulled a pair of goggles over her eyes, and checked on he speeder bike. "Oh Force..." Bre uttered softly as she looked over her bike. It would need some TLC as well. Bre gave it a soft pat, as she righted back up, and parked it to the side, tying it down. Yes, there would be much to do. Bre quickly realized that the ramp was not down..which mean the ship was docked to something. So she followed Fred as they moved towards the lower docking ring.

Bre dropped down on a gang plank of the strange ship. She didnt see or feel anything wrong. Bre could see in the distance, a group of beings, but they appeared to be breaking up. There was also a very strange ship sitting in this large area, with many other ships here as well. Bre frowned as she stared at it. She didnt recognize its type at all. Bre stayed hidden, up on the catwalk, as she watched what was going on, and how the other beings moved about. Fred had wedged himself right next to her. A bit too overprotective perhaps. But Bre welcomed it, it made her smile. She was pretty sure poor Fred didnt know how to interpret her recent strange behavior.

Bre sat quietly, crouched down, while she watched activities from afar. It was still too soon, to interact with all these people.




TAG: Sinrebirth, galactic-vagabond422, HanSolo29, Kahn_Iceay

 

IC: Argen
Rosa, Hyperspace

Argen for a time sat quietly, listening to the conversations going back and forth between the others and for a time it felt, right. Years ago he’d been part of the Rebellion, not a big part mind you, but a part. These conversations, these planning sessions, everybody gathered at some random place to share information, thoughts, plans.

“If I may.” Argen said raising a hand, “First I’d like to say it’s good to see you Generals.” He obviously was meaning Han Solo and Leia Organa. “I doubt you remember me, the Alliance was a big place, but I certainly remember you. Second, as I mentioned in my brief transmission earlier I had been shadowing the Imperial Taskforce I came out in front of for some time.”

“In addition to a lot of data on the fleet my ship intercepted a lot of transmissions, long range transmissions, which perplexes me as the Holonet has been down for weeks. Either the Empire has a way of bypassing the Holonet, or they’re behind it. But that’s not important right now. What is are those transmissions. I’m no decryption specialist, and my crew has been rather busy with keeping the ship running, so I have not been able to task them with it, however.”

He motioned at the Damask, “If the data my friend here is of any indication it’s clear the First Order has been preparing for this for some time. What’s more they’ve been doing a very good job of hiding their tracks. So if they’re making long range transmissions on a network that we normally can’t detect without being on their tails, there’s probably information in them that might be of use. We might even hope to find what we’re riding into.”

Tapping a button in his wrist comm a hologram filtered down from the ceiling, showing various garbled transmissions, and data. “I’ve an Astromech, and I see you’ve one as well. They’re notorious for their ability to overcome the odds in times of need. While we still have some time, I might ask that we task them with sifting through the data, we might find ourselves with an advantage if we do.”

Tag: @galactic-vagabond422 Ktala HanSolo29 Mitth_Fisto Sinrebirth and anyone I may have missed

Meanwhile….

The path to Cold Station Six was not a direct one. Zig Zagging hyperspace jumps, often with some back tracking or even jumping in the wrong direction was the standard procedure, and while following SOP was not something Nial generally did, in this case he took exception. That meant downtime.

Crews were working to re-enforce the power conduits to the secondary shield systems, while field reports were coming in from the two Republic-class cruisers they had taken, both staying close enough in Hyperspace for communications to actually work. Their systems would take days to repair, their shields were only half working, main weapons had been fried in the fighting, captain of one tried to take out the bridge with a Thermal Detonator, Nial would give the bastard that. He’d been dedicated.

But they didn’t need to be ready to fight, they needed to be used as transports.

“What are you planning?” It was Captain Nereda, standing at the front of his desk with a large thermos of caf and a cup. “I know you, you’ve got a plan, you might have been some reckless rebel in the Rebellion but you didn’t get to be General by being stupid, Sir. So as you XO, I have to ask, what is your plan?”

The general looked up, his cybernetic eye scanning the Faleen for a moment. Nereda, had served with him in the Vong war, her record wasn’t clean, but it was legitimate. The Republic Office of Naval Intelligence was always thorough when they chose people to work within Special Operations and the Strike Troopers. He knew she could be trusted, but then again, everyone on his ship could be trusted. “Well, seeing as the secret will come out soon anyway, my plan, is Project: Razelighter.”

“Razelighter Sir? As in the Director General?”

“Named after him,” Nial stood up pulling a fresh Cigaara and lit it before taking a long draw. “See, back at the end of the war we realized how soft we’d gotten. Nobody disagreed with Mon Mothma’s sentiment about how we should be better than the Empire, but a lot of us at the start disagreed with the levels she took it. The war showed us that.”

“Back in the Rebellion, we took losses, but nothing like this war. Our tactics were still good, we just couldn’t follow them right. We lacked the resources, the man power, the war machines. So General Razelighter, and a few others, myself included, decided to do something about it. Thus Project: Razelighter was born.”

“A new training regimen? Back up forces?” The officer at this point had taken a step back, she didn’t often mind the General’s smoking, but sometimes it overwhelmed her, downside of a species that used pheromones, one had to suppose.

“That and more.” The General sighed and put the cigaara out, he’d smoke it later. “General Elysin’s been overseeing the training of seven Regiments, fourteen thousand special operations forces. I know I know, officially there’s only two regiments there, one for training, one for defense. Never trust records. Those forces are intended for the second half of Project: Razelighter. Five purpose built Star Destroyers, weapons platforms, pure and simple. No fancy additions. Crew quarters, weapons, engines, shields, hull. Pure dedicated war machines.”

The General turned back to the Captain. “By the time this is done, we’re going to take those ships, and we’re going to make every single Imperial Bastard who decided to venture back out from the Unknown Regions wish they were never born.”

 

IC: Kodo Prine

Vos' voice was gentle as he drew Kodo into another realm. This was not the physical plane, nor was it the shadow world in which the young Kel Dor had briefly crossed blades with Plagueis. This was inner space - the vast expanse of Kodo's mind. Laid against the backdrop was the outline of his surroundings on the ship, a faint apparition of the physical world, gray and hazy as if behind tracing paper. He could see through it and past it, and found that the longer he gazed the farther his vision and awareness stretched into an endless landscape of empty white.

At last he blinked, and all at once returned to himself like a stretched spring released to coil itself back into place, and he was suddenly aware of Quinlan Vos pacing behind him. He stood, calmly, and faced the man with an inquisitive look.

"My darkness," Vos turned to gray, his hair was inked black and his eyes sparkled with gold. "I apprenticed to Darth Tyranus in an effort to discover the identity of the Second Sith. I failed, and I fell to the dark side. Or so I suggested. I started as double agent, and then became triple, and then again and again, turning myself inside out until I had in-fact, fell. I pulled myself back from that brink, with the help of my friends and... A woman, a woman who I fell for on my fall into the darkness. Her death sobered me, drove me to find my way back to my now wife, and I found my solace and faced down Order 66 and survived." The grey and black and gold receded, and for a moment in Vos place stood a woman, with long pink-purple hair, and a baby swathed in a protective blanket.

"I passed my true Trial. In many ways, the Jedi Order's arrogance came from the fact that it judged itself too lightly when it came to personal darkness. Many Jedi did not wrestle with it, did not face the mirror and passed the Trial. Rigid control replaced inner peace, and an adherence to the rules became more important than right over might."


Shortly in the distance, a dark smudge took shape into the likeness of Kodo himself. Inked with splotches of black, and marred by a scar which ran the length of his face. With an anxious huff, Kodo realized that it was his own self-perception which now stared back at him. Quinlan Vos' voice broke the silence again. "The most balanced Jedi are those who have truly faced their personal darkness and triumphed. Sometimes the greater the Jedi, the more of these trials they will face. Your Luke Skywalker faced it many times over. With the redemption of his father, with his dabbling at the hands of the Emperor, with his wife's illness, with the death of..." Vos's face frowned. "No, not that."

"The death of who...?" Kodo asked numbly as his eyes remained fixed on his facsimile. Vos paid his question no mind. "You focus upon the negatives, but you do not see this," Vos gestured, and Kodo could see clear through to the beating heart of the simulacrum. Pure and unsoiled. "You are a strong soul, and have excised much of your personal darkness from yourself. But doubts undermine you, nibbling at you," he cast a hand at the black patches. "Because of your mental scar; your missing memory."

With a wave of Vos' hand, the tar-like imperfections were pulled away, and floated before them as an amorphous, softly writhing black mass. "I can attempt to remove it, with your consent. It will either permanently remove the memory, and the attached fear, as you will be unable to worry about it... Or it will reveal what is hidden, and all that flows from there."

Kodo shut his eyes tightly for a moment, and opened them to stare for a long moment at his traumas. "I should prefer the latter, if the choice were put to me," he said. "For better or worse, I must know the truth. I must know what thing I have done, if I have done something terrible."

TAG: Sinrebirth

 

Joint post with Sinre


IC: Vincent Mikaru
Invective, Observation lounge
System AMP-3765990-A "Gehenna Base"

“No,” He shook his head at the man’s offer, and continued to gaze out of the window into the dancing specks of asteroids as the fleet moved slowly towards what had, up till now, been a clandestine operational base. “My family line, predates that conflict. It occurred after the Galactic Cold War yes? We don’t know many details, but my family has records of some being involved, though the specifics are, not told.” He let out a breath, “No, Revan was our Emperor to fight first. Morganus the Banished, broke ties with family, and clan to fight against the Mandalorians, and then Revan, in the wake of those wars he formed our family.”

Aden frowned. 'I see. My family tree runs through Naboo and Serenno. Less recent.'

That was honesty. Aden's frown deepened. They continued to walk. 'So you predate it.' He inclined a head. 'On the Echani side?'

'Kallig...' Aden tapped his chin, speaking to the air. 'The Jensaarai do not forbid the study of the ancient Sith, and as such I can recall that the Kallig was a Sith slave name for three millennia. Before that, however, it was a name that made its mark in the Exiles War - the war which the Sith that initially left the Caldera waged after a year of consolidation. Dreypa began it, and Tulak Hord continued it.' He gestured to Mikaru. 'However, it was during the second of the Great Galactic Wars that the name became synonymous with a prominent member of the Dark Council... And then with the Alliance against the Eternal Empire...'

Aden's eyes widened and he looked at Mikaru in surprise. 'And then it became synonymous with that of the Outlanders and their philosophies that surpassed light and dark...'

"And Imperious was an Outlander, that I can recall clearly, she even said it." Their path took them to a turbolift, that began its slow descent towards their destination. "The Outlander's, the old Sith, and the Jedi coming together... it seems rather familiar doesn't it?" He leaned against the wall of the lift, trying to get a moment's respite. "A few years ago the Remnant and the Republic allied to fight a greater threat and won, just now forces came together to fight another, and won. It is said, that those who fail to learn history, are doomed to repeat it. But the Echani also say, those who fail to learn history correctly are simply doomed. I believe, as you suggested, that it might be worth looking into some family history. Probably even more."

Aden smiled freely. 'Is there room on your voyage for a guide, through the land of the dead?' He was referencing a poem from Corellia, which made mention of Nine Corellian Hells. 'Do you need a Vergere?'

The smile became sly.

Callista didn't like it.

"There is room, though less for a guide than a fellow traveler. You used me, and that is not easily forgiven. You live, because I haven't let my body guard here give in to her desire to snap your neck." The lift came to a halt and opened up to the hangar level. "And because while the Enemy of my Enemy is still my Enemy, they are a useful asset none the less." He gave the man a glance, "That was Yusanis' teachings anyway. You've some way to go before I trust you, Aden. If that is even possible."

Aden bowed over his hand. 'Then I shall endeavor to prove more useful dead than alive for as long as possible.' The Jensaarai shrugged. 'It's a war. I will do what have to, if it means winning.'

"A wise decision." He continued forward, with something of a purpose, even if he didn't know it yet. "For the moment we need to get the Republic ship refueled and unburdened, and then go our own little ways. I must return to Eshan, to gather anything I may need for this little journey, but first, I must have words with a Jedi Master."

Aden's face grew neutral. 'Oh yes, the Jedi Order. Which committed suicide and disbanded. How much help do you expect to receive?' Kyle Katarn was sitting on the hangar floor, eyes closed, meditating, breathing in and out the negative influences of Darth Plagueis.

As they approached, he spoke. 'I let Kodo go.'

"Oh I'm aware." The Echani replied, with a bit of venom in his voice. "I think maybe, Kyle, I should expand upon something I said at Eshan." A hologram of Vincent appeared closer to the Jedi, arms crossed. "This is my seat of power." The Hologram spoke, not Vincent, but then his voice boomed through the hangar intercomm. "Here, on the confines of this ship. I am all seeing, all knowing." The hologram shifted, faded away, and Vincent took one final step forward, his foot clapping against the deck as gravity shifted to Eshan standard. "So I saw it all, how in your padawan's time of need, when he was at his weakest, his most vulnerable. You did not let him go, you abandoned him." He motioned at the Crow, "All because of the crazed conclusion jumping of a woman who claims to love you but has as much understanding of the Force as you do in the art of making Bith souffles. Kodo Prine saved us all. He put his entire being on the line to distract Snoke so we could be saved, and in his last actions in that Shadow World he threw himself upon you, to protect you from harm. And you abandoned him."

Kyle opened his eyes. 'I know.'

'I am beyond excuse.' His face grew neutral. 'But I needed to keep him away from you.' Aden's eyes blinked in surprise.

'He's on a path to find himself.' The Jedi Master stood. 'And you are on a path of 'I did the right thing for the maximum number of people'.' The man folded his arms. 'Kodo will get over it. Will you?'

Katarn did not even acknowledge Aden. He just glared at Vincent Mikaru. 'Go on. Give me an Echani platitude to justify your actions, your apparent embrace of your Sith heritage.'

Aden felt the gravity increase and winced, winded, but Kyle simply went down to one knee, as he glared. 'I am a Jedi Master, I shall not be intimidated by a Sith.'

"Luke Skywalker killed hundreds of thousands of people when he destroyed the Death Star, an act you were compliant in in your help to retrieve those plans. Do you accept that heritage, as part of doing the right thing for the maximum number of people, or are you a hypocrite where it only applies to your view of what is good, and what is just? Her name was Nereza, and she was a slave, born into slavery because of the actions of your Order's ancestors. And she saved you, she saved this Galaxy, more than once. She put aside her Sith heritage, every single aspect of her upbringing and training that told her that people like you, and the Republic were the enemy, to unite with them to save the Galaxy. To do the right thing, for the maximum number of people, despite herself, who are you to judge?"

'I judge the use of the Force to dominate. To control. To rule. You are constantly acquiring power over others. That had nothing to do with 'uniting the galaxy'. It was purely about you killing people.'

Aden Kya stepped to Vincent's side as Kyle stood, slowly, his hands clear away from his weapon but bunched into fists. 'He does not understand, Vincent. He's a Jedi.'

"Like Skywalker killed people. You don't get it Kyle, what difference was there in using the Force to send a Proton Torpedo down a tube to blow up some Imperials to save a Rebellion and using the Force to save a Fleet? The difference of course is a Jedi did one and I did the other. I have no patience for hypocrites and bigots. I know Jedi. My closest and most trusted friend is a Jedi." He thrust an accusing finger out at Kyle. "You are no Jedi, you are a bitter and broken man, who failed to achieve what he set out to do, and has now taken to lashing out at others in order to make himself feel better. You abandon the people who need you. You abandoned Kodo, you abandoned the Order, but it's always someone else fault. If me being descended from a Sith burdens you so, then draw your lightsaber, since anger and violence seem to be all you know."

Kyle held out his hands, open, now he had ascertained his stance against the gravity. 'I need not do that. A Sith is self-defeating, and you shall see it. I do not have the right to kill you at this point, I have the duty to simply point out the path you are going down.' Kyle smiled softly. 'It is not the Jedi to make decisions for people; it is their way to stand in the way of evil. When you need me to do that, I shall.'

'If you are done, I would take my leave.'

"And again, you aren't a Jedi. Get off my ship, I wouldn't try and recall the system we're in on your navigational computer, it'll end badly for you." Vincent turned and walked away, snapping a finger as gravity returned to normal. "Callista, have the station begin refueling operations, i want every ship except the Dominator outbound within an hour, and keep the Admiral off that ship."

Kyle Katarn bowed. 'Thank you, Vincent. I shall heed your warning.' He turned to leave.

Aden watched him go, releasing a breath he hadn't realized he was holding once gravity equalized. 'Is it wise to let him go? He's dangerous. He's already clearly stated he is going to get in our way later.' The Jensaarai paused. 'I'm not suggesting you kill him, absolutely not. Just... Keep him here.' The man shrugged. 'Either way, it's your empire.'

"I am no Emperor, no tyrant, and no Sith." Vincent stepped back into the lift and let it seal once Aden and Callista had joined him. "If I am anything it seems I am a living legacy. I was born to uphold tradition, I always thought that regardless of my aspirations I would one day claim the title of Sovereign." He held out a hand, and Callista produced a datapad that Vincent began to type up orders on. "Send a message to our station at Eshan, tell them to prepare the Ascendant Pride and to inform the family curator that I will be visiting the Legacy when we return." He handed the datapad back and the young woman nodded. "It would seem, Aden Kya, that before I am to take the title as a leader among my people, I am to be an Outlander. And if that is my destiny, so be it."

Aden smiled broadly, completely and warmly. 'Excellent. Well, I am more than happy to assist. Chandrila is a responsibility that I wanted to attend to but the Saarai-kaar was more concerned about our datachip falling into the wrong hands.'

Aden nodded to himself. 'The same logic applies to whatever exists in the depths of the Braesenthor's tomb...' Again that tapping of his chin as he thought aloud.

"If anything is actually there." Part of him was skeptical but there had been stranger things to happen in the past. "Regardless we must hurry. Once we return to Eshan I will leave you in the care of Callista for a time, she won't kill you unless you give her a reason. I will take only the time needed to go through the records at the Museum. After that, we should be on our way, if there is a dig going on at Chandrila, then we should try to get there soon, I fear we may find dignitaries and bureaucrats are not the best archaeologists."

Aden gave Callista a look. 'I still have bruises from the last time I fell out with this lady.' He snorted. 'Let's not do that again.'

Aden waved at Vincent to go. 'I shall be good. The chip got into the right hands, I was simply unsure that it was yours.'

'Enjoy the Museum. I shall be waiting for you. Maybe I'll keep an eye on the Mon Calamari Iceberg.'

Tag: Sinrebirth

 

IC: Sava Boutros
Battle of Ord Mantel

She was still stinging from Hidax's comment about her being "Han Solo". It wasn't her fault that one of those blasted Mandos had grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her. She had been lucky to escape his grasp before the other Mando had shot her. Hidax should just realize it took team work to fight. He was being a karking sleemo because he was embarrassed that she had a rank and he didn't. Sava scolded herself for her language even though it was in her head. Phasma told her then to cover the plaza while Hidax covered the stairs. Suddenly, a roar shattered the air and several Mandos hopped out with ignited rocket launchers. Groaning, Boutros closed her eyes briefly. Then, Phasma looked at them all and set the explosives to detonate in three minutes with an order, "Charge".
Charge. Charge? CHARGE???!!! They would definitely die if they charged. They needed to get out of the vicinity if they were going to set off the charges. However, Phasma was a higher rank than her so Sava must obey her. Nodding, she ran at the Mandos, shooting her pistols as she ran. Face to face with one, she elbowed his jaw as he tried to grab her. She then shot him on his way down to the ground. Then she continued her charge.

Tags: Darth_wanderguard Sinrebirth

 

IC: Bruturus Hidax -- Ord Mantell

He didn't need the force to see the tension in Private Boutros after the admonishing he had directed at her. It was perhaps a valid criticism, but no doubt inappropriate given the rank dynamics at play. Mentally swatting at himself for his lack of discipline; 'Remember you're just Hidax now,' he thought. All the same, there was no place for hurt feelings on the battlefield and he wouldn't apologize as long as they were under fire - the Private would get over it soon enough.

The charges were set, and Phasma was doling out orders when the sound of seven jetpacks triggered simultaneously. And for each jetpack, a Mandalorian was now waiting in the cover that he and Boutros had utilized before.

Phasma triggered the charges, and in three minutes the plaza would go up like a thousand Imperial Day celebrations. There was no other path but to plunge directly into the belly of the waiting Mandalorians.

"Charge," came the order he expected from Phasma, even and calm. Hidax clapped Boutros on the back as if to jumpstart her, and kicked off into a nimble run with riot shield and stun baton in hand.

Letting Sava and Phasma take blaster sponge duty, he peeled off slightly to the right as the women charged straight on, dashed up a steep tree-shrouded embankment, and flanked the Mandalorians. Emerging from the bushes, he felled one quickly with a greave to the side of the knee, bending the limb grossly with a crunch, and he slammed his baton downward to finish the injured guerrilla. Five remaining. He took a pair of shots to the shield from one of the Mandalorians who was more coherent, though the majority were scrambling now from the unexpected two-pronged assault. The shots punched through the shield, but it had done its job enough that his arm plate was singed and his arm wasn't. He pushed forward in a crouch and exploded upward with his shield, disorienting the Mandalorian before coming across with his baton to catch him at chin level, hurling him to the ground and out of the fight.

TAG: Halle Dray, Sinrebirth