Star Wars CLOSED 10 ABY: Fringe Elements and the Perseverance of the First Order

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Character Sheet
Name: Unknown
Age: late twenties? early thirties?
Appearance: a jumbled mess: red imperial guard helmet, purple and black mandalorian armor with the Rebel insignia emblazoned on left shoulder, blue slash going from waist to right shoulder that is adorned with the insignia of the Chiss Ascendancy and various Ascendancy medals, has a gold medallion hanging from his neck that bears the Bounty Hunter's Guild emblem. Inside the armor, their left arm and hand are completelycybernetic with no fake skin coverings
Allegiance: unknown
Bounty: Perhaps? not even sure if they're a part of the hunter's guild or not
Personal Effects: 2 lightsabers, one hanging from either hip. One orange and one red. A280c blaster rifle and DL-44 blaster pistol
Ship: Damaged Imperial freighter Swift Flood
Bio: He is a mess in every sense of the word. He didn't know who he was or where he was. All he knew was that he was wearing stuff from pretty much every major group he knew in thegalaxy and that he had no idea which one he actually belonged to. If any of them at all. The only reason he remembered the factions and overall galactic news was because of his ship's computer. And that was another thing, how did he come to be in possession of a large light cruiser by himself? And how did he have lightsabers? Did he even the ability to wield them effectively? The mysterious figure with the machine left arm had no idea on that either. In fact, he was too wary to even try to find out. Afraid.

All he knows is one thing above what he wore: He was here. Wherever here was.

 

Mara felt rested and more than 80% better for the bacta. She checked her datapadd and was surprised to find her bounty had been paid off. She felt a surge of relief. One less thing to worry about. She checked the landing docks as well. They seemed to be relatively quiet and unpatrolled, and the ship she had come in on was untampered with. She wrote a quick message of thanks to Korl and Icarus and headed out to make fast vapor trails while things were in this brief lull.

@The Jedi in the Pumas

 

OOC: Combined post with our ever accommodating and ever patient GM

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IC: Dathisi Niroon
(Mirri Kett)
Trande Settlement Clinic

Dathisi had been sat at the front desk of the Trande Clinic along with Mirri. The Cathar was sorting through a pile of charts printed on a transparent film and was digitizing them through the data-pad. One of the many housekeeping jobs that had slipped through the net in the wake of the Slave liberation at the mine. The sight of the stack of film clogging up an in-tray in her office had started to bug her, so while it was quiet, she had decided to make a start. Mirri was across from her, leaning on the desk and talking to her as she worked

"I really think that Un'hee is like a long lost sister. We have the same interest in music, art, and she's willing to teach me Cheunh...."

Dathisi smiled softly as Mirri spoke of her fondness for Un'hee. It was so refreshing and comforting that Mirri had made a close friend. Dathisi always suspected that Mirri would have loved a sibling, but Dathisi and Andren had been living in the Tumultuous times during the reign of the empire, raising the infant Mirri. It was just something that sadly never came to be. Besides, Mirri in her youth sometimes felt like she had the mischievousness and energy of two Children at times. A Jedi of the republic was not allowed to fall in love, marry or raise a family so she had never expected to become a mother. But even though Mirri was not hers by blood, it didn't make the love for her daughter any less real or true.

"...With all that we've been through, and all the traveling we've done, you know I've never been able to build strong relationships. Un'hee's been through so much and . . ."

Suddenly Dathisi grunted and her face twisted slightly as if pained. She brought a hand up to her forehead, as her mind was suddenly assaulted by a dark presence. It was so vivid it drowned out Mirri's words. She swore under her breath as she tried to regain her focus.

The presence she had felt the night before

They were here. Now.

In the clinic.

How the kriff had she missed it?! Her blood ran cold

Un'hee!

"Mum, whats wrong?"

Mirri's voice suddenly came back into sharp focus once more. Dathisi looked at her daughter, taking a breath to try and steady herself, but she must of looked shaken, Judging by Mirri's reaction.

Mirri I... I need to close the clinic. Go home and wait for me there, ok?"

"Why? What...whats wrong? What about Un'hee?" Mirri asked with ever increasing concern as her mother stood a rounded the desk and grasped her gently but firmly by the upper arms.

"Dear heart I don't have time, Just please just do as I say. I'll get Un'hee"

She implored, the urgency clear enough in her voice that Mirri finally nodded albeit hesitantly after a few seconds of tension hanging in the air between mother and daughter. She followed Mirri towards the door as she left and once it closed, she locked it. She had to contain this dark side user, keep them away from the general populace as best she could.

She sprinted down the clinic hallway towards the room that Un'hee was working in, rounded a corner and rushed through the door. She gasped as her eyes fell upon the scene before her. The room felt thick with the dark side, and it was emanating off Un'hee's "patient", who was holding the kindly Chiss woman's hand.

"Un'hee, no!"

She exclaimed as she grabbed the girls other arm and pulled her away from the man, breaking the contact. Dathisi pulled the startled Chiss girl towards the other side of the small room and stood in front of her protectively. Only then did Dathisi get a full look at the man. A fleeting look of surprise ghosted across her face as she looked upon him.

A flash of a memory surfaced in her mind. She was looking through her younger self's eyes, sat dejectedly on a bench outside the Jedi temple archives, but this time, the face of the Knight that had been shrouded in her vision was now clear as day. He had been younger then, but his Brown eyes, the dark distinctive facial tattoo's... The familiarity she had felt he previous night through the force... she knew this man.

A'Sharad Hett.

A Jedi General and veteran of the battles of Boz Pity and Saleucami among others, Hett's actions during the Clone Wars were well known to many Jedi during the war. Like herself, it appeared he had managed to survive Order 66, But now, he was here, on Trande and now full of dark-side energies. She could feel the darkness that rolled off from him in her own bones. The sinister intentions of the man clear in the force. Dathisi's eyes flashed as she addressed him

"It's you..."

A'sharad Hett rose to his feet and threw his cloak to the side. His body was toned, bronzed, and scarred from years of war, training, and slave labor over his life. Though the man's presence in the Force flowed with the dark side, his facial expression was one of calm clarity.

"Padawan Niroon...Master Teprae's padawan. I was not sure it was you until now." His eyes slid to Un'hee and back to Dathisi. "You know of me and...You fear me...Why? We were part of the same order. We are both...Jedi. The Force has brought us together... All of us together for a reason. Search it...You know my words are true."

He took one step towards Dathisi, slowly and confidently.

"Unless....You are no longer able to. Are you no longer a Jedi?

Dathisi inwardly bristled at Hett's words. She had hidden her true self for so long, forsaken the title of Jedi and her connection to force. But the force worked in mysterious ways. Despite all that, the force still found her worthy enough to wield it. It had indeed brought the three of them together, at this moment, in this room, on a small backwater in the unknown regions. But the big question was, why? Her stance had became more defensive as A'Sharad stood and took a step towards her and Un'hee.

I'm not a Jedi in name, but I still feel the force, and I can feel the darkness that surrounds you. The taint of the dark side."

She looked at him. His body was honed, toned, and bronzed, but the scars and marks that marred his body were also visible. The years had not been kind to A'Sharad, but she sensed that he was just as capable, if not more so than in his youth. She didn't understand. The A'sharad who had comforted her all those years ago had been kind, patient and encouraging. She remembered the soft smile he had given her as she reached up and wiped away her tears, bolstered by his words of encouragement. Right now, it felt as if she was speaking to a stranger. A total polar opposite.

"What happened to you?"

The hardened face of a warrior faded from A’sharad Hett’s visage as Dathisi’s words touched his ears. There was pain in his eyes. Loss. Abandonment. Defeat. His face grew remorseful before he responded.

“Everything, Padawan Niroon.”

The next step he took was slow, but as soon as it made contact with the clinic floor the ground crumbled beneath his step as he launched himself towards the women with a dash. He grabbed Dathisi with both hands on her arms and lifted her off the ground. His grip: callused and unforgiving.

“You have no idea the evils that lie here in the Unknown Regions. Consider death a release from what is to come.” His words grew gritty as Dathisi would sense a high amount of negative energy rising in A’sharad. Several blue sparks began to rise off of his shoulders.

It had all happened so fast. Dathisi hissed as A'sharad held her up by the arms, grimacing at the strength of his grip as she struggled to get free. Her lightsaber, concealed at her hip, was out of reach and she felt skin and muscle protesting at the pressure being exerted upon them. He held her up as if she had the weight of a rag doll. His strength would have been impressive if it wasn't so terrifying.

The Cathar's breath caught in her throat as she looked at him. She sensed a change in the energy within him. Negative energy that was rising rapidly in the fallen Jedi. She saw the blue sparks that began to rise from his shoulders. Dark side energy. Manifesting in a dangerous physical form.

"Got to...get free!"

She implored herself. Gritting her teeth, she drew her knees up to her chest as high as she could, and calling upon the force, she directed the energies to her legs and with a pained cry, kicked out as hard as she could muster with both legs, the soles of her feet aimed squarely in the centre of A'sharad's scarred chest.

The impact sent A’Sharad flying across the room, crashing into the clinic room wall and causing a small flurry of debris to fill the room. The dense stiffness of the older man’s chest caused a negative force reaction that sent Dathisi back as well, with less impact but slamming into the wall herself. The pain was more shocking than it was damaging.

Un’hee screamed and grabbed Dathisi to help her to her feet.

“Lady Dathisi, we have to get out of here!”

Years had passed since A’sharad had felt the damaging effects of combat. He had reconciled himself to the enslavement after his loss of hope upon entering the Unknown Regions. But it was like riding a falthier... All one had to do was get back on and it would come back to them. He was disoriented, but began to pull himself out of the hole. Before he was even standing the man used to the Force to grab the examination table to Dathisi’s right and flung it at her, full speed.

Dathisi stumbled a bit as Un'hee helped her up from the floor. The impact with the wall had felt more shocking than painful, probably due to the adrenaline that was now surging through her body. She heard Un'hees desperate plea to flee, but she knew A'sharad would not allow them to do so so easily.
The Cathar watched as He pulled himself from the ragged hole that now marred the clinic wall, but before he was even fully standing, he used the force to bring the rooms examination table flying towards the the pair. It moved so quickly Dathisi was just barely able to counter with a hasty force push of her own.
The sudden opposing force upon the examination table caused it to careen violently upwards and too the side, crashing down against a side unit and upending everything that had been stored upon it seconds earlier. Glass shattered and metal buckled and crunched as it came to rest amoungst the increasing debris.

Dathisi reached to her hip, removing the lightsaber from her belt and activating it. The sharp snap-hiss of the sabers vibrant green blade igniting cut through the air. She blew out a shaky breath.

"What do you want? I know the force didn't bring us together just so you could destroy my clinic! So tell me!"

She demanded as she held the weapon in a defensive stance in front of Un'hee. Her grip tightened on the hilt. She could feel Un'hee's fear through the force. Yes, they had to get out of here, but what risk would A'Sharad cause to the people of Trande? She sighed and looked at A'Sharad

"You have no quarrel with this girl. Just let her go, and talk to me"

He looked confused for a moment before understanding that Dathisi did not realize the gift that Un’hee possessed. He stood back to his full height and assumed a fighting stance, hands raised in front of him. He had no lightsaber but a physical weapon was no match to the power of the Force.
“She will be my guide. To allow me to find the true evil that hides here in the chaos of the Unknown Regions.”

He was referring to Un’hee’s sky walking ability: the ability to navigate the chaos of the Unknown Regions. In theory, most Force users could access the ability to find their way through most of the unmapped areas, however it was an ability that had to be taught and nurtured and perfected over time. Most Chiss girls lost the ability as they aged but on specific rare occasions, there were women like Un’hee that kept their abilities.

Un’hee reasoned, quickly, that she was putting Dathisi and the clinic in danger. It seemed that no matter where she went, there was someone seeking to control her, hurt her. The despair bled into the Force from Un’hee and A’sharad charged forward towards Dathisi, feeding off of the young woman’s emotions.
He dodged Dathisi’s first swing and landed a kick to her side that staggered her. She would try to swing and miss again, A’sharad ducked and pushed a heavy palm into The cathar’s stomach. He wasn’t afraid of her blade and, it would become clear, he was using the Force to alter her strikes so that he could dodge them. The fight was now close quarters and every missed attack led the potential for a devastating end.

"She won't be going anywhere with you!"

Dathisi hissed defiantly through the pain that radiated from her stomach. Spots danced in her vision for a moment as the wind was knocked out of her. He had moved with such speed, and it didn't take long for her to notice he was manipulating her strikes with the force. Clever. Dathisi's mind raced. If he was focused on manipulating the saber...

She swallowed down the bile that was burning in her throat. She brought the saber upwards as if to swing it at him once more, but at the top of the swing she deactivated it, dropped the hilt and caught it in her left hand. Concentrating the force to her right hand, she lunged forward and aimed a heel palm strike up towards his chin

A'sharad had sensed the duplicitous attack, but could not correct his momentum to account for it. His chin made a disturbing cracking sound as Dathisi's palm struck him and lifted him off the ground. She had broken his jaw, but A'sharad had felt worse pain through the torture he had withstood on Korriban. His jaw dangled from its hinges and his right hand clutched her left hand, squeezing it around her lightsaber, preventing her from activating her lightsaber. His other hand shot to her throat and lifted Dathisi as he began to squeeze.

"Die, Padawan Niroon. Go to the abyss and join your master."

Her throat was being crushed and Dathisi's vision grew cloudy as Un'hee stabbed a scalpel into A'sharad's neck, screaming at him. He winced, but did not release Dathisi until a blaster bolt pierced the forearm that was holding her up. He lost his grip strength as his arm aimlessly fell to his side. He tossed Dathisi into the far side wall and turned to where the blaster bolt had come from:

Mirri standing at the door opening, with the blaster her mother had given her to defend herself

In that moment, time seemed to stand still for Dathisi as she lay crumpled on debris strewn floor. A white Hot fear rose in the Cathar as her eyes fell onto her daughter in the doorway, blaster in hand.

"Mirri! No...no!"

She whispered, the words coming out a pained squeak after A'sharad's unrelenting grip on her throat. Summoning the last of her waning strength, she pushed herself up and stood on legs that now felt like heavy lead. She took up the saber once more and charged at him, the green blade igniting, willing herself and the force to strike true.

Mirri fired again and again, causing A'Sharad to dodge each bolt before reaching out in the Force with his working arm and plucking the blaster from her hands. The blaster turned around to Mirri's face, but before the trigger could be pulled, Dathisi's lightsaber slashed across the old man's back. He fell to the ground and released a pained scream that sent a shockwave through the Force, sending all the women reeling backwards from him.

"Enough." He commanded as he wrapped the Force around Mirri, pulling her into the room violently and towards Dathisi. A'Sharad stumbled to Un'hee and grabbed the woman by her waist and started down the hall of the clinic towards the front exit.

"Stop!"

Dathisi croaked out as she half ran half stumbled out into the hallway. Mirri shouted after her but her words were drowned out. Through her eyes the world seemed to lurch and spin as the effects of her injuries and exertions started to make their presence known. Everything hurt. In a last desperate attempt to stop the fallen Jedi, she called on the force, thrusting out a hand in the direction of the man. She willed the force to slow him down, keep him in place. Her hand and arm started to shake, and she hissed through gritted teeth.

"Let...her go!"

The only response from A’Sharad Hett was a sneer over his shoulder. Dathisi was unable to slow him down and the last she saw of the pair was of A’Sharad carrying Un’hee screaming out of the front doors of the clinic, turning in the direction of the sole landing pad in Trande.

Mirri struggled to her feet and ran to Dathisi. The world seemed to turn and shift and the former padawan had exceeded her limits after so many years of inactivity. She’d feel nauseated and weak, Mirri being the only thing keeping her on her feet. There could’ve been a number of things that Mirri could've said at this point. But now, with her blaster in her hand and after seeing her new friend taken away, she turned to Dathisi.

“We have to go after them.”

Mother and daughter took off after Un'hee and her abductor, Mirri keeping a few paces ahead of the exhausted Cathar. They were heading towards the settlements sole landing pad. He was taking her off world! A'sharad, even after being injured, moved so fast, bolstered by the dark side of the force.

The pair reached the landing pad, but Dathisi's heart sank as her eyes fell on a starship already ready to leave the planet. The engines kicked into gear and the landing gear rose up. Mirri shouted and raised her blaster, firing off a flurry of red bolts towards the ship. The bolts ricocheted harmlessly off the reinforced hull.

"No!"

Mirri cried as the ship rose off the pad, out of reach and range of the blaster. Tears began to well up in her hazel eyes as she stood there helplessly, her blaster falling to her side as she watched the vessel rise further up into the air. Dathisi's feline eyes were pools of despair as she watched the ship rise up and start towards the atmosphere.

"Un'hee...I...I'm so sorry I..."

Dathisi was unable to finish her sentence as the despair in seeing Un'hee taken overwhelmed her, taking away the last of her severely waning energy.

The world went sideways as she collapsed towards the sandy ground.

Everything went black

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Borek Tek
Onboard the 'Rupert's Run'

Tek moved quickly when he heard Zeek's static beeps. He walked over towards the console and began to read the information that Zeek had managed to pull up for him. As he read the information, his eyes grew to narrow slits. The Syndicate supreme? Humf. It spoke of multiple shipments of slaves to a ship referred to as the Bordamazian. Wouldnt put nothing past those low life's. Tek looked over at Zeek. "I'd kiss you, but yer not my type!" Zeek gave a warily bleep as he hovered up close to the ceiling. Tek simply laughed at his partner. Suddenly, Zeek let ou another beep, and Tek moved as a white startship of Chiss designed dropped out of hyperspace. That wasnt too unusual. What was unusual was the Fact that the Force was gnawing at him something fierce. He didn't like that at all. But it didnt feel like it was coming from that other ship. But where the...

"BRAHA'T!"

Tek exclaimed as he saw another hyperspace hole enter up. But what came out o it. He immediately ran over, putting Rupert's Run into stealth mode.

Borek quickly maneuvered his ships far from the Cradle as he watched a fleet of ragtag ships, some old, some new, and some on fire and careening out of Hyperspace in pieces. They flew past both of the smaller ships towards the Artemis Cradle.

Tek slapped a hand to his control panel, even as he strapped in. He dialed up the cloaked hunter's channels on the comlink. "Hey..Hope somebody got their listening hand on, cause you got a flaming pile of mess, heading yer way." Even as Tek had Zeek input the general coordinates to follow the trail of the Bondamzian, he slid his ship into a hiding position. Something had to attack those ships. And he didn't want to meet it, while he was in the middle of a jump. Besides, it might be kinda interesting to see what came next.

But he was ready to jump if things look like they were going sideways. After all, he had a gal to rescue.




TAG: @The Jedi in the Pumas

 

IG-66
IG's YV-666

The YV-666, which previously had had a massive whole ripped into it's hull was now decently repaired and ready for safe flight. The bounty before had been decent. A good pastime for IG to have while waiting. Waiting for something to happen. Constant wandering grew tiresome, but what else did IG have to do? The droid had nothing except this ship. But even that was stolen from a few Trandoshan slavers.

The slavers. They had taken something from IG. The closest thing IG had to a friend. So IG took their lives in return, and their ship. A fair trade, in IG's mind.

But now IG and Mandrelo were once again on the hunt. They were to follow Mirth Leech. IG registered this as good news, as the Cradle seems to have entered a state of chaos, as the organic lifeforms would say.

And so the two left the hangar bay of the Cradle, and glided into the inky blackness of space, with stars dotting the midnight canvas of the galaxy.

"We will follow this Mirth Leech, as instructed. We know of the ship they escaped in, and will follow from there." IG's robotic voice murmured. The droid's visual receptors turned to look at Mandrelo, offering him the eye contact that organic lifeforms often find comforting.

"Are you ready for our next bounty?" IG asked.

@The Jedi in the Pumas

 

First post with the GM!

Unknown IC:

Damaged Imperial Freighter
Orbiting around Vas Nihollia

Was it days?

Weeks?

Months?

Time, in no sure fragmental measure, had passed since the ship entered the orbit of Vas Nihollia. The Chiss pickedup the ship on the radar by sheer accident, as most of the telltale signs oflife or operation were down to their most minimal capacity. On theapproach, the ship bearing the Chiss Ascendancy logo shined a beam of lighton the damaged hull of the ship.

Imperial.

It would be risky to board, but that was the soldiers’ job: salvaging imperial intelligence when the opportunity presented itself. Especially when the ship was this deep in Ascendancy space.

The boarding began with the arrival of 2 blue armored Ascendancy soldiers and they were not sure what they would find.

He had been asleep when the chiss arrived. A small beeping had alerted him, though it had taken a while for him to rouse himself to full alertness.

"Someone? Finally. but who?"

Swinging his legs over the side of his bed and grasping his crimson helmet with both hands, one machine and one not which always made him pause, he slid it on and stood up. This was followed by the refashioning of the blue sash and its medals, something he had taken a liking to. 'Unknown' had programmed the ship's computer to alert him whenever there was a nearby vessel. it was still one of the functions the ship still had going for it despite is state of disrepair. He idly wondered how many credits it would cost him to fix this whole thing up. Was it even his to begin with?

it didn't take long for him to know the depth of what was going on after he exited the quarters he had taken for himself. He heard their footsteps. Sounded like maybe two or three people. He had been boarded already?Idly cursing himself under his breath, he put a hand on the blaster pistol at his hip. who were they?

One of the Chiss soldiers held up a fist.

He spoke in a foreign language. They both raised their blasters down the corridor in unison. The mysterious warrior would see their shadows stretching from around the corner. They had a superior position and capable firepower.

Now the speech changed to basic. “You are trespassing in Ascendancy territory. You failed to heed our warnings. Come out and explain yourself!”

His mind raced for an answer. The vague idea that ‘hi, i don’t remember anything including myself or where I am’ wouldn’t fly came to him.

Opting for a halting reply, he tightened his gripon his blaster. “Not so much trespassing as drifting, i think. You did see the state my ship is in, right?”

A small pause. “I’ll come out if you lower your weapons.”

The lead Chiss soldier signaled to his partner to lower his rifle. He, however, kept his in the low ready, to be raised if the mystery man came from around the corner blazing. The man made a good point and it caused a minor conversation in cheunh between the soldiers.

“Come out with your hands raised.”

Slowly, he holstered his weapon. Chances were this was the best he was going to get out of them.

“Coming out, don’t shoot.” A second later, Unknown moved out into the open and toward them at a walk. Hands up as requested.

“what now?”

“Now you tell us how you came into possession...”

They looked at him... he seemed like a living amalgamation of all the major players in the Galaxy. If he was a betting man, the leading soldier would wager that this man probably looked a mess under the Mandalorian helmet. This made him stand upright and blink a few times.

“Where did you get Ascendancy medals from? And why are you on an imperial freighter in orbit above Vanger assigned Vas Nihollia?”

His partner spoke aloud what he was thinking.

The one from behind folded him arms and said “I don’t think he knows.”

The man of many inflyences hesitated at their line of questioning. His mind searching, reaching, grasping. Ultimately, at nothing.

“I was given them. I think.” He sighed, shrugging his shoulders, “Your friend there is right.”

Admitting this hurt. It hurt a lot. To be lost was one thing, it became another type if beast once acknowledged.

“I can’t...I can’t remember. Really.”

The soldier leading the rear nodded and spoke something in cheunh that made the lead soldier relax his posture and take a step back. They conversed back and forth, sometimes pointing at the man and other times pointing at various aspects of the inside haul of the freighter. After a few minutes, they stopped and the rear soldier took a step forward.

"Alright. We're going to tow your ship down to the surface and try to figure this thing out without calling the Vanger Corporation...Which...I guess you wouldn't know anything about anyway."

The other soldier had already retreated back towards the doors to go back to their own ship. The remaining Chiss extended a gloved hand.

"My name is Jit'toro...You got a name? I mean...if you remember it."

“No, afraid I don’t,” He replied as he grasped the hand in a shake, “You’re pretty perceptive.”

Letting go, he motioned around him and gave a weak shrug. The armor shifting quietly as he did so.

“This is my ship, or at least, I’m claiming it at this point. Other than that, my mind has been a blank. Just.” He hesitated, struggling to find a word for it but sighing as he failed.

“Just,” he settled for with a shrug that felt like the world nearby was on his shoulders.

“Think i’m in trouble?”

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@The Jedi in the Pumas Approved

Name: Thallass Falkirk

Age and Appearance: 27 Duros of average build with a leather jacket, with a fur lining over a blast vest, a blaster at his hip and long cargo pants.


Personality: Knowledgeable, cool under pressure, and tries to defuse situations rather than escalate them.

Allegiance: None, he tries to stay out of politics.

Bounty (If not a member of the Guild): 1,000

Personal Effects: A necklace made of sea shells as a memory of his first adventure, a small holo of a bothan woman Terrez, memento of an on again off again relationship, currently off. His grandfather's leather jacket, and a holo of his grandmother that he keeps in a drawer in his cabin on the Borei.

Ship: A beaten up CR-90 Corvette called the Borei. How a single man can run a ship the size of a corvette on his own, he's not doing it alone. It is equipped with an advanced AI called Rei. She (the program self identifies as female) handles much of the day to day operations of the ship, weapons systems when under threat and autopilot when Thallass is needed elsewhere. How she came to be is a mystery and closely guarded secret of Thallass.

Bio: The newest generation of the Falkirk family to take up treasure hunting, his father, Bastrio, disappeared in the search for the treasure of Darth Malum, his grandfather Diomeade was an explorer and treasure hunter famous for uncovering the lost city of Alack, and finding the Saber of the First Jedi. Thallass took over the family business about ten years ago when Diomeade had a heart attack and nearly died.

It hasn't always been smooth taking over for his father and grandfather but Thallass has made a go of it, hiring different crews for different explorations and adventures, or striking out on his own to seek his fortune. Recently he's caught wind of a star map that could lead to a living treasure.

No Falkirk worth the name would let that slip past them.

 

PumApproved!

Name: CC-2115, aka Whisper

Age and Appearance: Exact age unknown, appears to be in his fifties.

Out of armor:

Armored:

Personality: Whisper has always felt comfortable being alone. He is quiet, introspective, and fierce when threatened.

Allegiance: Independent

Bounty (If not a member of the Guild): Expired

Personal Effects: Modified Mandalorian armor, sniper rifle, blaster pistol, other various armaments, Astromech droid R2-K5, aka Wheeler.



Ship: Modified ARC-170 Starfighter



Bio: CC-2115 was cloned on Kamino before the beginning of the Clone Wars and bred for combat. When he came of age, he quickly demonstrated his elite skills and earned his rank as a Clone Commando, garnering the nickname Whisper due to his quiet nature and reputation as a loner amongst his squad mates.

Whisper was fiercely loyal to the Republic and his Jedi commanders. He became attached to a Jedi Knight named Luna Rasmus, often serving under her command during assignments. The two developed a close bond during a mission where they were stranded in foreign territory, struggling to survive together for weeks. But they were both loyal to their sworn duties and the oaths they took as a soldier and a Jedi, and never acted on their mutual feelings for each other.

After witnessing the execution of Order 66 at the end of the Clone Wars, Whisper abandoned his squad and left for the Unknown Regions, knowing he would be hunted down and killed for defecting if he stayed. Bounty hunters tried for a while as the newly formed Empire attempted to eliminate disloyal soldiers, but after several years of unsuccessful attempts, the attacks on Whisper became less and less frequent. Realizing early on that his Clone armor was a dead giveaway for his identity, he stole the armor of a Mandalorian bounty hunter that he was able to subdue, and has donned it ever since after adding some personal touches to its appearance.

Now, Whisper lives as a nomad with his Astromech droid, Wheeler, never staying in one place for very long, taking on odd jobs here and there to survive. To this day, he wonders if Luna survived the Jedi Purge, or if any of his clone brothers are still out there...

 

Episode 5: Conclusion Part II

There were no stormtroopers left on the unfinished Star Destroyer. Declan led Taza through the Star Destroyer to the boy. He was on his side, frozen in a catatonic state. They retrieved him and boarded Taza's small fighter, escaping the Star Destroyer before the entire ship was spaced. The hyperjump maze that had led her here would be impossible to back track. She was basically lost. Which is where Declan once again proved his usefulness, giving her the coordinates to the Artemis Cradle. She could refuel and they could go their separate ways. After all, he was running late to a party. As the ship prepared to enter hyperspace, Declan dug a knife into his hand and looked at the boy. He'd recover, though... He wondered if Taza knew who he was. Who he really was. It was not his problem now. If everything went as they were supposed to go, the kid would be safe and Taza would return him back to...wherever he was supposed to be soon. But...still... A lot could be avoided if he just killed both of them right now. His eyes turned to slits as the ship rumbled and flashed into hyperspace.
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Borek Tek and Zeek.

K'ir Tor, Mai'hun, and Myra Ukwai.

Possibly even Mara Jade from the Hangar of the cradle.

Their view was one of irregular ship after irregular ship pouring out of hyperspace. The ships, none above the size of a light cruiser, did not attack the Artemis Cradle. They flew off and became tiny as they got close to the Cradle's massive ring. It was a testament to enormous multi-planet size of the Cradle that the ships could all disappear next to a few of the middle floors of the cradle. The middle floors were what called out to K'ir Tor. That would be where he found Abaddon. Mai'hun began to steer the ship after them. Clearly, they were not the target of whatever assault these ships were here to make as the fleet did not fire on any of the other ships leaving or entering the Cradle. Zeek beeped a similar affirmation to Borek. They were in no danger here and they had a hit on where to look for Deya...But the Force alarmed. Throughout the sector. They were in danger and it was not in the form of a starship cannon or some superweapon.

A hyperspace portal opened and one of the strangest ships, to those that had never encountered the Grysk Hegemony, emerged. Easily the size of two Star Destroyers. It was...loud. It carried the same code of the Bordamazian. It was the Warqueen's Capital Ship: The Hell Hazard.



"A-Are those..." Myra could not bring herself to finish the sentence. Figures were being jettisoned from both sides of the head of the ship.

"They're people...Imperials and....Chiss." Mai'hun said through clinched teeth as the bodies surrounded the Tenasas and the Rupert's Run, blocking the view of everything around the ships.
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He whistled as he, alone in the turbolift, descended down to the Imperial floor. He flicked the hilt of one of his blades with a callused finger. Last time he was forced to use the girls was a few years ago during a Republic blockade. Now that...that brought a smile to his face. The comlink in his ear buzzed about the numbers of Imperials he could expect and the best plan of attack. He tuned it out and turned his com channel to play his favorite dust rock song. The numbers did not matter. 50...100...200...The more there were of them, the more he could let loose. Colussia was in the sector now. It was time to make an example out of the Imperial Remnant.

The turbolift stopped on its arrival and exploded. Out of the smoke and fire, Abaddon emerged with a serious face. A company of stormtroopers was there to greet him...And Abaddon was a killer at first impressions...
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The Ascendancy ship landed on the small landing pad of Trande. The young woman and Dathisi Niroon were surrounded by constables, performing first aid on the women. A man in curious armor was led off the damaged freighter that was towed behind the Ascendancy ship. Prompa walked over to the brown skinned man who had seen it all from a nearby rooftop. Prompa folded his arms across his chest as the old man looked him up and down and shook his head in disgust.

"Don't blame me. I don't know how long you thought the galaxy would leave this place alone." Prompa's filtered voice spoke from behind the mask.

"I'm retired."

"Even more reason for you to have stopped the guy from taking that girl. I thought it was called being a good samaritan."
Boba Fett's lips slid into a slight smile. "Why didn't you do anything?"
"I'm not a good samaritan. I'm a bounty hunter...Plus after I saw you hit the ship with that tracker, I figured what's the rush?"
Boba scratched his white beard and start to head to the stairs. "You can have tracking fob, Sompa...But-"
Prompa followed after the legendary bounty hunter. "I know...it'll cost me."
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He rose from the sand. Death...was not to be trifled with. Though it was reasonable.
He could only make the journey one more time.
Exegol...That was where he was hiding.
Knowing that didn't make what came next any easier.​

 

IC: K’ir Tor
The Artemis Cradle

There was a lot to take in and no time for it.Too many things were happening at once, with windows of opportunities opening and closing in flashes, both good and bad. Thankfully a few remained consistent; mostly good ones.

Hyperspace seemed to be bleeding ships of all kinds, all heading to the Artemis Cradle. Something big was happening, very big from what he was feeling in the force. The ships. They were not attacking, at least not at the moment. Still, despite all the ’noise’ that surrounded him, K’ir Tor remained calm.

There was a ship in their immediate vicinity that did not appear to be mixed in with the rest, whats more, K’ir Tor could feel a presence aboard. There was something curious there.

“Mai’hun, please hail that ship.” K’ir Tor would say, referencing the Rupert’s Run.

K’ir Tor’s attention was also powerfully drawn to the gigantic Artemis Cradle. From the schematics Mai’hun had shown him, he surmised he was being led to the middle rings. He just had to follow the ‘feeling’….the ‘leading’ he was experiencing to its conclusion.

Another powerful sensation hit him and he turned just in time to witness as a ship of enormous proportions the likes he’d never seen, burst out of hyperspace.

“What is…that!?”

Myra had also exclaimed aloud.

Then, as if to answer their collective question, the gigantic ship began to jettison bodies. So many bodies.

It was Death, and it had arrived.

Mai'hun confirmed it. Imperials and Chiss were being killed. Spaced.

K’ir Tor could feel each and every one of their deaths, he could sense their terror before their final moments. However, there were those who were brave souls among them as well.

This. This was the Legacy of the Syndicate Supreme.

“We need to figure out friend from foe….” K’ir Tor would say through clenched teeth, his face pained by the effort of filtering everything that was happening. Images flashed through his mind, revealing mere pieces of an impossibly large puzzle.

A man in a hat. A woman with red hair. A droid with many eyes. A bloodied young man. A woman with shorn hair. A large man with tattoos. A Chiss.

“It all get’s decided here…” He grimaced as he turned to Myra.

“All of it.”


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Borek Tek
Onboard the 'Rupert's Run'


As he sat at the console, he decided to click on his holoviewers to record this bizarre procession. But the ships were not fired upon by the Artemis Cradle. As he watched, his console communications beeped at him. Obviously, someone was attempting communication. The other ship perhaps, who had joined him in watching this strange parade of ships travel past them. There was something. Something about that ship. Tek frowned.

Tek slapped at his console./ "Yeah, this be the Rupert’s Run. What do you want?"/ he answered, his eyes watching the smaller ships move on. Indeed, they seemed to be seeking refuge, running. That meant something had been chasi....

Tra'vek!

The perverse sensation and surge he felt within the Force made his eyes open wide. The sensation of danger in such a way Tek had not felt before just as Zeek was going nuts, to the point that Tek was having trouble keeping up with all of his bleeps.

"WHERE?" Tek asked quickly.

The question immediately answered as a hyperspace portal opened and one of the strangest ships, Tek had ever laid eyes on emerged. Easily the size of two Star Destroyers. His ship could feel the vibrations as it entered their space. Zeek also told him that carried the same code of the Bordamazian. What???!

Borek considered himself a man rather educated. He had seen what horrors and pain living creatures were willing to inflict on one another, whether it is for money, status, power, pleasure, or simply because of all the pain and suffering it would bring. People were murdered all the time. But even this sight made Borek Tek pause, as the ship suddenly started to jettisoned people from both sides of the head of the ship. Bodies came pouring out of the ship.

IF that was the same type of ship that Dara... "Zeek! Start scanning those bodies coming out of the ship PRONTO. You know what I'm looking for!" roared Tek as he leaned forward, peering out into the void. The transponder called this ship the Hell Hazard. He would try to look for a reference later.

Tek was white-knuckled as he stared out, as so many of the bodies surrounded the pair of ships that were hovering, staying still and silent that it was blocking the view of everything around the ships. The looks on some of their faces-

"What kind of Bak would do this?" wondered Tek aloud, as the bodies of what looked like Imperials and Chiss floated about his ship so thickly, that he could barely see anything else. He knew what kind of person who did this. Someone who wanted to send a definite statement. And from what it looked like, they did not care for the Chiss or the Imperials either. Or perhaps they had ticked off this being, and now payback was beginning. Either way, it was nothing to him. After what felt like long minutes, Zeek told him that Daya was not in the group of those beings, and he sat down hard, his heart racing, glad he did not have to carry out the thought he was thinking. But now another problem had messed with his plans.

This ship had the SAME code as the Bordamazian. That could mean anything or nothing. After all, if Tek was into running slave ships, using the code of something big and ugly would probably keep people from messing with you. Doesn't mean that they come from the same area. Tek just knew that somebody here was going to die. Probably a lot of them.

But he had a trail that would not last forever...

"Zeek, help me get ready for light speed," he said thickly, his voice dark and heavy. He sat down again and the console and slapped at a switch.

/"You got something to say...better say it now." /

Tek was not going to wait around.



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Approved by @The Jedi in the Pumas ...

Tiona
The Treasure Seeker​

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Age: 28
Personality: demure, determined and tenacious
Allegiance: independent
Bounty: (If not a member of the Guild): ?
Personal Effects: vibroblade, blaster pistol, grappling hook launcher
Ship: The Sparrowhawk [U-wing]

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Bio: Tiona Kareen was born on planet Mirial to a noble family, just as the old Republic fell. She grew up knowing only brutal Imperial suppression, as the Emperor sought to stamp out the Mirialans’ cultural reverence for the Force, and the Jedi. But there was always an underground resistance. Her family participated in keeping the old traditions of the Whills alive in secret temples, and waited for the Return of Balance to the Force. The Mirialans believe the Force runs through all life, and though not all may be gifted with the power to control it fully, in meditation anyone can sense and channel it within themselves. Priests of the Whills trained Tiona in these techniques, including swordsmanship and a form of balance-body-control akin to gymnastics.

When Imperials uncovered the temple, her family were executed and she was enslaved. A near-human species with exotic looks, Tiona was taken offworld and traded amongst Imperial nobles, used, and abused. However, one day she fought back and killed her master and tormentor with a ceremonial vibroblade from amongst his own collection. She joined the Rebellion and fought against the Empire. When they were defeated at Endor and the Galaxy celebrated its new and fragile freedom, Mirial entered the fledgling New Republic and Tiona returned to her homeworld.

She sought refuge at a temple of the Whills and took some time to cleanse her soul. There she reconnected with her people’s lost culture. Many sacred artefacts had been plundered or rushed offworld to avoid destruction from the Imperials, scattered to the Unknown Regions. She also undertook a pilgrimage to the former site of Jedha City and mourned its loss along with so many Jedi artefacts.

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Tiona took it upon herself to venture to the stars and attempt to retrieve these treasures, and perhaps those who had fled with them. She was furnished with a surplus U-wing starship from the former Alliance military, and had it fitted with a fresher, small galley and a hammock for long flights. She still carries the vibro half-blade that won her freedom. She does not yet have the facial tattoos common to her culture.

This quest will earn her the right.

 

Taza Talone
Her shuttle

Taza just followed him around in the huge and empty Star Destroyer and they finally found the boy and she left it to Mr. Awesome to transport him, she was still badly injured. When they finally arrived at the ship the large super-structure was mostly abandoned it seemed. The Empire seemed to run away from something.

On board she fired up the engines and pulled the small unspectacular lever that activated self-destruction. In case she died the boy was lost and the least she could do for him was take this guy with them. There was no sign it was activated, no alarms and displays showed it. She would reset it every half an hour until she got rid of him.

They set a course for the Artemis Cradle, she knew the course would be recorded. She had gotten half of her targets, but really felt this whole mission had been a cheat and her contractor had probably known more than she had revealed. She would set the woman on her blacklist.

Leaning back in her pilot seat she began counting backwards from 100.000 and began taking care of her wound. Bacta spray and pain killers did their job pretty fine. Maybe these kind of jobs were for younger people she thought and considered silently to take a break of a decade or two.

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Chiss Ascendancy Planet Chuuvanti



A unique planet in Chiss space, Chuuvanti is a tropical destination world. Under the rule of Olio Royal Chiss family, adventurous daredevil and known playboy Prince Luce Olio has turned the small planet into a prime destination for the wealthy and royal Chiss family lines. The planet is largely a desert climate, besides large patches that are tropical and provide the main tourist destinations. The desert parts of the planet have been scarcely explored, due to dangerously high temperatures and the fauna of the regions. There were unconfirmed rumors of ancient ruins and extreme wildlife...buried treasure even...Nothing certain...Until now.


Promotional video provided by the Chuuvanti Tourism Authority



Luce Olio has recently decided to host a number of explorers and hunters from across the Unknown Regions, much to the chagrin of his family and the Ascendancy. The daredevil is claiming that he has ventured into the deserts of Chuuvanti and has discovered treasure and lost artifacts, the likes of which the galaxy has never seen. Of course, since he was the only survivor of the expedition, most are skeptical of Luce's claims. While skeptical, many have come to party and enjoy the peaceful relaxation in luxury the planet provides. A select few daring hunters and adventurers have decided to see if Chuuvanti really does hold something amazing beneath the sands and Luce Olio is counting on them to find it. The elaborate parties, promotion, and planning are rumored to have cost him a great deal of personal wealth and his family is on the verge of losing the rights to the planet. This makes the claims of treasure even more dubious. Yet...a true adventurer, as Luce states in his promotion video, is one that is never satisfied with not knowing.​

 

episode 6: Hunters Gotta Hunt and Killers Gotta Kill
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Artemis Cradle, Surrounding Space

Mara Jade's ship emerged from the Artemis Cradle into a cluster of strange ships. Just hovering. They were allowing traffic to leave from the ships, but blocking all ships from entering the Cradle on the floors they were surrounding. As she began to look for a way out towards a hyperspace lane, two of the strange ships altered their course to follow her, breaking away from the pack. They didn't fire. They didn't signal to her. It appeared like they were scanning her ship. Or trying to.

Further away from the Cradle, bodies filled the vision of K'ir Tor's and Borek Tek's ship. The Rupert's Run's stealth appeared to be holding strong and failing to pick up notice by the Nomad Fleet. Or maybe they were just ignoring him. Zeek beeped loudly as he confirmed that he had a Hyperspace lane and a clear path. The Rupert's Run was not quite ready for lightspeed. It would need a few more seconds. The Tenasas had a different problem. The path to the Cradle was becoming crowded by the Nomad Fleet. A blockade was forming.

"Tor..." Mai'hun's began. "We got lik'a maybe hutt's asscrack of a chance of getting through there without being considered hostile. Whatta I'm sayin is I hope this baby has some major firepower and shields." The ship began to hum as she began their approach and the weapons systems activated. This did not go unnoticed as three fighters broke off from the blockade and made their approach towards the ships. The question on whether they were hostile or not was answered when the first laser narrowly missed the Tenasas' wing. "We got action, boss!"

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Exiting out of hyperspace, safely away from any engagements, Taza's ship alerted her to their arrival in the sector. The boy was still silent. Declan sat up and rapped on the armrest with his knife. "That big, hulking mass of ship over there, with all the bodies coming out of it...That'd be my stop, love. Set a course, if you would and I'll be out of your hair."

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Artemis Cradle, 41st Floor

Abaddon's rampage was an overwhelming assault. He was just as advertised. The welcoming committee of Imperial Stormtroopers had been decimated and he moved deeper onto the Imperial floor. Syndicate squads were arriving onto the floor and were battling the Imperials that had survived Abaddon's initial assault.

Fold grabbed his blaster rifle and was calmly commanding his forces around the floor. They could hold back the squads as long as Abaddon's attention was elsewhere. Therein lied the problem: what could hold the Prince's attention long enough? He limped his way out of the hub, which was surrounded by stormtroopers and blaster cannons. They were dug in waiting for Abaddon's arrival. Fold checked his weapon.

"I believe, Admiral. This is where we need your help the most. My men are preparing a counteroffensive and executing our contingency plan. I ask that your men provide all the-"



All the lights on the floor went red and the ceiling went black. An Artemis Cradle security protocol. Fold examined his datapad.

"A large fleet has entered the sector and are surrounding floors 39-50...Syndicate Supreme ships judging from their behavior. I didn't know they had a fleet."

A hail of blasterfire ignited the street to the south of the central hub. In the distance, Abaddon walked forward, carrying a stormtrooper in each hand. He smiled and yelled down the corridor:

"I'm looking for the manager! I got a few complaints on you boys' hospitality!"

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Trande Medical Clinic, Vas Nihollia

It was bright. Dathisi's eyes were hyper sensitive. Signs of a concussion. Her neck was bruised, her arms were bruised, and her midsection wrapped in bandages by the attending nurses. Andren was by her side, asleep with her hand in his. Andren's homemade chili and bread were on the table beside her bed. It was nighttime outside the clinic window and Mirri was standing, looking out of it, her arms folded. She was wearing different clothes and she was armed with a blaster rifle on her back, a new pistol on her hip, and Dathisi's pistol strapped to her leg. The energy coming from the girl was cold. She noticed the ruffling of the sheets as Dathisi began to stir, but did not stop her conversation with the other, unexpected guest in the room.

The Bounty Hunter Prompa Sompa.

It was a mystery for a few weeks why he had remained on Trande. They all thought it was because the Vanger Matriarch wanted the man to keep an eye on her son, but Von had been a model citizen (as far as violent criminals go) and Prompa rarely was seen near the constabulary. No...That wasn't even half of what Prompa had been up to.

"I know that you're trying to manipulate me." Mirri retorted to a comment from Prompa that Dathisi did not hear.

"You already signed up. The manipulation stops there. I'm just saying...seeing what your friend did to the clinic here, if you want first dibs before word spreads about the bounty, you're going to have to bargain with the old cat for his ship. He has the only other hyperdrive ship in your little settlement."

"Fine. I'll talk to him." Mirri turned to her mother and walked to her side. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

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Trande Precinct, Vas Nihollia

"You want a drink...uh...You're gonna have to remember at least your name son." Constable Muul'Nuruodo scratched his 5 o'clock shadow and slid a beer to the strange fellow that the Vanger security team had left him with. The guy had no memory, a bunch of different commendations and insignia on him, and had a busted Imperial ship that had been drifting in orbit.

Kuile'ke, he missed when things on Trande were simpler.

"We don't have much space for a traveler like yourself, so...We can try to go see if the security team that brought you here are ready to release your ship. Unlikely, but otherwise, I gotta throw ya in the cell." Out of lost and found, one of the deputies grabbed some greens pants and a torn black shirt and a coat. "You're welcome to change. Come find me when you're ready to set out."

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The Ahleio House, Chuuvanti



"Can you ...not bwing ze huge blaster wifle in? No one's going to be shooting this place up. Twust me." Prince Luce and his new bodyguard Whisper stepped down from his yacht speeder onto the beach in front of the Ahleio House. Luce was shirtless with swim trunks on and flip flops. His body was covered in tattoos and jewelry and the Prince, since picking up Whisper from the spaceport, had not stopped taking pictures and communicating on the holonet. Was this guy seriously a treasure hunter? He definitely had money. The amount he was paying Whisper for the next few days was double Whisper's normal rate. There were Chiss security personnel all around the islands. Not to mention the fact that they would be surrounded by partygoers and rich socialites for majority of the time. Easy job, easy money.

They entered the party and the crowd immediately began snapping pictures. Most of them were Chiss royalty or celebrities from Csilla. They were here for the parties and debauchery. A few however clearly were here for the treasure hunt that Luce was promoting. The blasters, blades, and drastic difference in the level of wealth portrayed were dead giveaways. The DJ stopped the music as a mic suddenly appeared in Luce's hand.

"I wanna welcome you all to ze lap of luxury, the location of lavishness...MY planet, Chuuvanti!!" Cheers could be heard all over, even outside, as his voice was broadcast over loud speakers. "Dwink and get loose, you raging animals. But for my more...dangerwous guests...the daredevils...the maniacs...the piwates...the weal adventuwers...Meet yours twuly on the top floor!"

He tossed the microphone to Whisper and headed for the turbolift at the center of the building. Inside the turbolift, Luce pulled out his datapad and his expression changed to a serious face. "Mr. Whisper...I want you to keep an eye out...For...all of them. Hunters can be...particularly aggressive."

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Whisper
The Ahleio House; Chuuvanti

"Can you ...not bwing ze huge blaster wifle in? No one's going to be shooting this place up. Twust me."

“The rifle stays with me,” Whisper said, but he wasn’t sure if the Chiss prince had even heard him, as the tattooed playboy had already begun to make his way down the beach towards the ridiculously large and lavish Ahleio House. Figures. Thirty years after earning his nickname and the man called Whisper still hadn’t learned to raise his voice. Shaking his head, the bounty hunter-turned-bodyguard followed his client, who was lucky he had such deep pockets. Whisper was leaning towards declining the job until he’d heard the figure. All those credits for putting up with some spoiled socialites who were already surrounded by Chiss security was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

When they entered the party, Whisper was taken aback by the loud music and the amount of attention Luce was getting, with pictures and live Holonet feeds being shot their way as soon as they walked through the doors, Whisper a couple paces behind, no one paying him any mind despite his Mandalorian armor sticking out like a sore thumb among the young partiers. They probably wouldn’t have noticed his disgusted expression even if he wasn’t wearing his helmet.

Suddenly, the music stopped, and the DJ flipped the microphone over to Luce. “This oughta be good,” Whisper muttered under his breath.

"I wanna welcome you all to ze lap of luxury, the location of lavishness...MY planet, Chuuvanti!!" Whisper routinely scanned the environment, standing inconspicuously in a corner nearby, as cheers rang out for the Prince’s greeting. "Dwink and get loose, you raging animals. But for my more...dangerwous guests...the daredevils...the maniacs...the piwates...the weal adventuwers...Meet yours twuly on the top floor!"

Luce tossed the microphone to Whisper, who was caught off guard and nearly dropped it. “The hell’s he want me to do with this?” he asked the DJ as he tossed it back to him, and followed the young Chiss through the crowd and on to the turbolift. Once inside, Luce’s tone changed.

"Mr. Whisper...I want you to keep an eye out...For...all of them. Hunters can be...particularly aggressive."

“Don’t have to tell me twice, Prince,” Whisper said. “How many of these hunters are you expecting, anyway?”

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Taza Talone
Somewhere near the Artemis Cradle

She simply nodded at the man's request and checked her clock. Ten minutes 'til reset. Perfect timing. This was some Outer Rim stuff going on. Criminals and such. She was no Bounty Hunter, or she would have moved out here. Had to be a prime hunting spot.

Setting the course she already had her jump to the core-worlds calculated. She and the boy needed medical attention, also probably not the same kind of attention.

Having only fulfilled 50% of the job she would not accept payment. She was not doing it for the money anymore.

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IC: Dathisi Niroon
(Andren Kett)
Trande Medical Clinic, Vas Nihollia

Dathisi moaned softly as she slowly started coming back to consciousness. First she felt warmth, and then she started to hear voices, which were too muffled to hear, Then there was light, light that felt too bright to her eyes upon them slowly opening. She blinked slowly a few times and she gingerly turned her head to the side, her eyes regaining a little focus as she started to recognise her surroundings. She was in a bed at the clinic. She felt a lightly callused hand holding gently onto her own, and her eyes fell onto the sleeping form of Andren, who even when asleep, was holding her hand. The voices in the room started to become clearer as her fogged brain started to clear.

"I know that you're trying to manipulate me."

That was Mirri's voice

"You already signed up. The manipulation stops there. I'm just saying...seeing what your friend did to the clinic here, if you want first dibs before word spreads about the bounty, you're going to have to bargain with the old cat for his ship. He has the only other hyperdrive ship in your little settlement."

The second voice was both familiar and unfamiliar

"Fine. I'll talk to him."

Mirri's voice replied. Approaching Footsteps found her ears and Mirri appeared next to her bed.

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

Dathisi carefully probed her bandaged midsection with her free hand and winced. How much damage had A'sharad done? She closed her eyes for a brief moment, to stop the light assaulting her hypersensitive eyes. She was concussed, Her head hurt, and her body felt heavy and aching from A'sharads assault. But it could have been so much worse. She had exerted herself too much, physically and through the force. She would need to rest, to heal.

"Sore..." She replied, her voice slightly raspier than normal, a combination of the bruising on her neck and a dry throat. "... But I'm alive, and only thanks to you, dear heart" She drew in a shallow breath. "How...How long have I been out?"

She asked. Beside them, Andren stirred and yawned, roused by their voices. Tired bleary Hazel eyes took a moment to adjust, but an expression of relief washed over the Trader as he looked upon his daughter and now conscious wife.

Dathisi, Darlin', thank the... you scared me half ta death!"

Andren exclaimed as he looked at her. Dathisi gave her husbands hand a weak squeeze as he turned his gaze towards Mirri. The relief on his face suddenly morphed into a frown.

"Mirri, what are doing with all that? And who's that fella?"

Dathisi carefully turned her head to look in the direction of Andren's gaze. She blinked in surprise as her own gaze fell on the form of the Nautolan Bounty hunter she had encountered at the mine all those weeks ago. That was why the voice seemed familiar. Mirri looked different. Her clothes were different, and she was armed with more than Dathisi's blaster.

"Mirri, what's going on?"

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IC: K’ir Tor & Crew
Aboard the Tenasas, Artemis Cradle

The message to the Rupert’s Run and all other nearby ships was short and simple, because it had to be. Events were moving fast now.

[This is K’ir Tor. If we don’t stop the Syndicate here, there’ll be no place safe in the galaxy. Not for you or anyone. That’s a guarantee.]

There was not much else to be said, especially with everything else going on.

K’ir Tor did not shrink his awareness in the Force. He needed to feel it all, take it all in, bear through it and find the calm in the storm.

He turned to respond to Mai’ hun: “ You are the best Sky Walker there is.” He stated with an encouraging half-smile. “You focus on getting the ship docked, I’ll keep it from falling apart before that.

Before sitting down on the floor, K’ir Tor winked at Myra to reassure her.

“See you in a minute.” He said before falling into lotus position and closing his eyes.

K’ir Tor began with his own ship, becoming aware of all its compartments, its propulsion, its power, its bulk and armaments, the shields, then he pushed out to the other ships.The Rupert’s Run, all of them, then further beyond.

The three fighters, the pilots, their intentions, their armaments, propulsion, shielding, rate of movement. He would know them, feel them.

Their enemy's first salvo had missed them. Probably a warning shot.

K’ir Tor trusted Mai’hun to pilot. He would become their unseen armor and shield, their deflector and their integrity. His mind was set and the Force was with them.

The Light would shine on Artemis Cradle this day.


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Unknown IC:

Chuckling slightly through the helmet, he could only offer a wry smile before remembering that the constable couldn’t actually see his face properly.

“Trust me, I wish I could.” He took the beer gratefully, though eyed it immediately after. the man behind the helmet felt quite comfortable being inside and almost felt uneasy take it off in front of others. Was there a reason for that? Or just another confused delusion of his own making given that he was bereft of memories as well? Turning to look at Muul’Nuruodo as he spoke some more, he only nodded. Of course they would throw him in a cell. You didn’t get more shady than someone like him. His head bent back down as if to stare at his drink forlornly. What to do?

Another member of the precinct came out with some new garb for him as well and informing him to find him when he was ready. That settled that. He took the clothes, but set them down for a moment.

“Could I have a bag? To put these in. I think I’d like to stay in the armor for now, feel comfortable in it. But I wouldn’t mind having these on hand. thank you.” When that was taken care of, he’d thank them again and find the deputy.

“No point in waiting around, I’m already lost as is. Let’s go see if my ship is ready.”

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Tiona and Thallas
The Ahleio House, Planet Chuuvanti



Tiona Kareen finished the exotic fruit cocktail and placed it on the tray of one of the serving droids. The spotless chrome automaton hurried on its way, weaving between the colourful collection of sentients at the party.

Prince Luce Olio sure knows how to throw a party, she thought. Organise a treasure hunt? I’m not so sure.

The guests included some of the usual faces, and a lot of the rich thrill-seekers that she didn’t need to worry about. But there were a number of more dangerous-looking beings that made her think there was more to this than just an expedition. Blasters and blades at a party did not seem very friendly, and she envisioned some small arsenals of weapons in the eclectic collection of personal transports parked near to the Ahleio Club resort.

Seeking some alone time, she wandered round to the “beachside” of the complex – an ostentatious engineered ocean view that screamed indulgence on a parched world such as this.

Tiona was not really a mixer. She had smiled and nodded and traded niceties with the other guests. But the decadent nobles reminded her uncomfortably of another elite circle that she did not want to remember.

Another being was there: a Duros in a cool leather jacket. She decided it would not hurt to check out the competition, and approached the grey-skinned man with a smile.

Thallas Falkirk was enjoying a bit of alone time himself. Glad-handing wasn't his idea of a good time, more a necessary evil. You learn quick in this business that it is not what you know but who you know. And with a treasure hunting lineage that stretched back three generations he, or his family, knew a lot of people. Half the nobles and rich idiots at the party had either subcontracted or hired him for jobs. Still wasn't his favorite part of the job. Though it did come with perks.

The view was amazing and his red eyes soaked it in, and the top-shelf whisky that passed his tongue. It was almost, almost worth putting up with rivals and jerks at these events. Taking another sip, he watched the sun play across the waves sparkling in the water. He'd seen a hundred different beaches, on a hundred different planets, but that still didn't take away from the wonder of them. Though this one was clearly a little more constructed than natural.

Seeing movement out of the corner of his eye, he turned his head to see a Mirialan, lacking the tattoos common to their culture. Raised off-planet, not a particularly diligent household, or never got the chance to grow up there? They were all options. Thallass was still young under the Empire's reign but he'd seen the worse it could do to non-humans. He was lucky he never stayed in one place for too long, and his species was more apt to be pressed into service as navigators.

"Enjoying the view?" he asked, looking out to the horizon, pointing his chin towards the sun. His tone was professional, not sleazy or haughty like the others in the party.

“Yes, full of possibilities…” said Tiona, nodding and looking out to the horizon.

She appreciated his economy of words and lack of pretense. The Mirialans knew the Duros to be a practical race, one of the first space-farers, and they shared recent history of oppression under the Empire.

"Nothing like standing at the shore and imagining what's beyond the horizon," he said, joining her in the poetic metaphor, giving her another look.

She was dressed for the occasion but she didn't seem to carry herself like the others inside. She was quiet and understated, didn't instantly start bragging about how the black sand beaches of Sesid were far superior to this artificial sand. Didn't have her nose so far up in the air that she couldn't see what was right in front of her.

There was something familiar about her look, the long stare of someone that enjoyed their freedom, only usually seen in someone that had it taken away. Though he wouldn't assume anything about a woman he just met.

"Thallass Falkirk," he introduced himself, swapping his whisky to his other hand to extend a hand for a shake.

Tiona offered her own hand and inclined her head.

"Of the House of Falkirk, I assume? You found The Lost city of Alack, I think? I'm Tiona Kareen. You think there's another lost Jedi City out there?"

"One and the same." Thallass replied, giving a firm shake. "Though it was my grandfather that found Alack."

A droid trundled by and she scooped a cocktail. In the quiet, he took another sip of his drink, joining her in the moment.

He was about to answer honestly to her other question, but then saw the playful smile on her lips and returned with one of his own.

"Never know, the Jedi spread far and wide across the galaxy. Heard there was even a temple on Lothal of all places." He shook his head. "If there is I'm sure it contains all sorts of texts, and holocrons, if it's gone this long without being destroyed or discovered it's liable to be a good find. Or, it could just be a death trap of skeletons and rooms of impenetrable blackness. A credit flip really."

Tiona decided Thallas was becoming quite interesting, unlike many others at the party.

"Maybe it will be both," she said. "There are certainly lots of people here that look dangerous."

"That there are. Though treasure hunting is dangerous business. Old traps that still work, guardian monsters, other hunters that care more about their bank accounts than common decency. Though I would hazard to guess that a lot of the kind in there..." he pointed with his thumb over his shoulder towards the rest of the party, "are more liable to gut you before you even set out than try and beat you fair. So, you a hunter as well?"

Tiona nodded. "I'm newish to the game. I would be very interested in a Jedi temple."

She saw no reason to hide this. He would no doubt have looked at the guest list and asked around.

"Well, that is quite the challenge if you're new to this," he said, turning around and pressing his back against the railing. "But, if you're interested, I can give you a few leads I was working on before this opportunity showed up."

She smiled, "That's very kind of you."

He narrowed his eyes just a little, remembering her eagerness. "Any particular reason you're so keen to find the relics of a fallen order?"

She took another long sip of her drink and gazed out to the horizon.

"I am seeking lost treasures from Mirial and Jedha, scattered to avoid plunder or destruction by the Empire, and in turn for other lore and artefacts relating to the Jedi Order, now that Palpatine has fallen. It is something close to my heart."

Thallass kept quiet for a moment, choosing instead to sip on his whisky. He'd raided his share of scared artefacts, Jedi texts, lightsabers and the like. He'd never really thought of it as stealing from anyone. The Jedi Order had been dead for a decade, showing no signs of coming back. Though the Mirialan and Jedhan artefacts those, he didn't really have an explanation for outside of the standard, Duros gotta eat and treasure hunting only funds itself if you sell some of what you found.

Though he wasn't here to start picking fights. She seemed nice enough, and if she knew his family, she already knew the ways one survived in this business.

"Well, having things that are deeply personal can be good. Makes you hungry, makes you determined." He looked up at the clear blue sky, wishing it was nightfall already, so he could see the stars. "But it can also make you underestimate the challenges, or worse disregard them...I nearly lost my crew and my ship hunting for the Treasure of Darth Malum..."

He looked away, pain in his chest. It was his first adventure without his grandfather, the adventure he found out the fate of his father and mother, and the one he had to give up on.

"There are some things that aren't meant to be found again..." he said with a grave look in his eyes.

She looked back at him, eyes bright with determination. "And some things that are."

He saw the determination. She'd do well here, as long as she didn't get lost in her hunt. Lifting his drink, he toasted to her and emptied his glass.

His mouth opened to speak but their host deigned to arrive and make an announcement.

"I wanna welcome you all to ze lap of luxury, the location of lavishness...MY planet, Chuuvanti!!" Thallass's brow quirked hearing his accent. He wondered if that was the accent one picked up learning the native Chiss language then learning Galactic Basic. "Dwink and get loose, you raging animals. But for my more...dangerwous guests...the daredevils...the maniacs...the piwates...the weal adventuwers...Meet yours twuly on the top floor!"

"Seems that's our cue," the Duros said to Tiona. "After you."

“Very kind, again,” she smiled, stepping before him. “Let’s hope you are as chivalrous when we are out there…”

TAG: @The Jedi in the Pumas @galactic-vagabond422

 

[with sincere apologies, previous post must be credited as combo with @galactic-vagabond422 who produced the majority!]

 

The Ahleio House, Chuuvanti

"Oh stop wit ze prince stuff, I told you, call me Luce." The turbolift ride was smooth. Expensively smooth. "There are aboutz 15 or so hunters. All are highly weferred. I will givez them ze layout for ze hunt. We will lead zem to ze location. From zere, I will weward ze hunters who come back wit items of interest. What do people from ze Core say: 'Easy as pie'." The turbolift came to a stop and the doors opened and Luce put his show charm back on as he strutted into the room with the datapad under his arm. All of the hunters, pirates, and seekers were assembled, all surrounding a large console in the center of the room. Luce did his rounds, complementing the guests and offering them drinks. Asking how they're trip went. How they enjoyed the stay. The full treatment. He was a good host.

Tella Croviche​

"Thallass Falkirk. Isn't this is alittle big for the Falkirk pup?" Tella Croviche. Renowned treasure hunter and notorious pirate, depending on the day and the pay. She was a rival of Thallass' father and very briefly studied under his grandfather. The woman could find a needle in a needlestack, highly intelligent, and very deadly. There were several dead bodies and "accidents" that occurred to people who competed against her and everyone in the room knew it. Yet, Thallass was the one that she had chosen to single out.

She extended a hand to Thallass. "What are you thinking here, pup? This is where you plan on making your big entrance on the scene. Think again, pup."

A few feet away Luce and Whisper stopped in front of Tiona Kareen. Luce personally invited her here and it wasn't just because she was good at treasure hunting. He handed his datapad to Whisper and slicked his groomed hair back before making his approach. "Tiona...Kareen. Look at you, my darling. Zis is ze first timez we meet... face to face. I'm afwaid your holo profile does not do your beauty justice." Luce bowed and possibly even winked. "I am ze Prince Luce Olio and zis is my companion, Mr. Whiskers. I hope ze hunt will turn out in both of our favors."

He immediately turned around. Always leave them wanting more. He and Whisper took their place at the head of the center console and a display of Chuuvanti popped up. Right to business. Luce, despite his tendency for extreme lavishness, his partyboy persona, and his curious speech pattern, was a great presenter. The flamboyancy he displayed on the party floor was more measured as he explained the format of the hunt. They would be leaving for an island, to the West. The island was unexplored and the only explorers to the island had not come back, but...Luce left that detail out. They'd find out later.


Island of Nobu Genesi; the bottom half of the island was covered in thick, very thick forests. The northern part of the island, which was close to the desert north of Chuuvanti maintained a highly dangerous temperature. There was a central dormant volcano, that maintained an expansive salt flat on its western side and flat green plain on its east. Luce indicated that he and Mr. Whisper would be entering the island on the east. From his last hunt, of which he was the only survival, Luce discovered that the island contains a star map. The rules were simple: if he found it first, everyone would receive nothing, but could accompany him to where the map leads. If anybody else found it, he would be offering them a small fortune to turn it over, but at a minimum they would have to allow him to authenticate it.

At the conclusion, he clasped his hands together over his head. More drinks and a feast were brought out by droid servers.

"Ze questions....I know you all have some. Let us feast and discuss."

Tag: @Reynar_Tedros @Kurisan @galactic-vagabond422

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Trande Settlement, Vas Nihollia

"Ready for what, exactly friend? I reckon the Vanger security team won't be releasing your ship, but those boys might let you stay there instead of a cold cell." Muul said from the doorway. They set off soon after. The small spaceport was only three blocks away and the cool night air was refreshing on Muul's skin. He didn't take his usual falthier and instead determined that he could use the exercise, so they walked.

A few quite moments passed before he spoke up. "Y'know...I'm kind of an off the record type of guy. So, let's square some things partner. I get that your memory may be lost. Maybe when Dathisi is feeling better she can take a look at you and help you out. But...You should be able to recognize some of those symbols you're wearing. Most people here wont take kindly to seeing Imperial and Rebel insignia around here. So, as long as you're gonna stay here, you might rethink wearing those clothes we gave ya."

Muul took off his large cowboy hat and ran a hand through his hair. His hair was medium length and was turning gray at the roots. Another reminder that he was getting old. He pushed those thoughts to the side. "Correct me where I'm wrong here...Since you don't have any memory of how you got here, you don't know where "here" is, right? So...where would you go if they give you your ship back? Where would you want to go? Sometimes the heart knows stuff the mind don't. That's what my wife says."

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Trande Medical Clinic, Vas Nihollia

Before Mirri could respond, Prompa Sompa's filtered voice cut through.

"Mr. Kett, my name is Prompa Sompa. I am a bounty hunter."

Andren's eyes narrowed and he stood from the chair, hands gripping his belt. Andren was normally nice and cordial. There was nothing nice or cordial about his tone now.

"And what do ya have to discuss with my daughter, Mr. Sompa?" He asked defensively.

Mirri could see the tension rising in her father's eyes and the way he was clinching his teeth. There was no other time to break this news and it would never be an easy conversation. "Dad, I told you how Un'hee was taken. I'm going to find her. I've joined the Bounty Hunter's Guild."

"The hell you did! You bastard... You tricked her, didn't ya?" Andren started across the room towards Prompa. The nautolan reached, pinched where Andren had been stabbed a few weeks earlier, and sat the man down in a chair. Andren winced as Prompa let go.

"Mr. Kett, you need to calm down. Your daughter sought me out and signed up on her own free will. She now has obligations to the guild."

Mirri's hand grew unknowingly heavy on Dathisi's arm. "Prompa Sompa placed a tracker on the ship that Un'hee was kidnapped on. The fob he has will lead me to her." She turned to Dathisi, her face flushed in emotion and regret. "She needs my help and I'm going to go get her."

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Tiona
The Ahleio House, Chuuvanti

Tiona arrived at the top floor and surveyed the situation. Over a dozen competitors. That made things interesting.

She noticed Tella Croviche and sucked in a breath. Tiona had not directly encountered the dangerous pirate, but had once tangled with some of her crew; some rather large Klaatu’s had caught her in the undersea caves of Pho, tied her up, and left her at the bottom of a cavern filling with water. Using the sharp rocks to cut her bonds had taken time, and it had been a challenge to her speed-climbing skills to get out of that one.

Croviche seemed to have taken an interest in Thallas. Oh dear. The Duros had been keen to explain the dangers of treasure hunting to Tiona, which was cute. He had even offered to give some tips, which was cuter. She felt that Thallas was probably not the kind of person to tie her up and leave her to die, and she would definitely return the favour. That was only good manners.

Then the Prince Luce himself approached Tiona. She knew exactly why the Chiss noble had invited her. That might be a problem. She did not want to attract attention; a low profile was one of the secrets of her success so far.

He had a bodyguard; a big muscular man who had the look of a trained killer. Mandalorian, Tiona instantly identified the armour. Oh no. If she had thought Thallas was in trouble, she certainly did not want this man as her shadow. But Luce was hinting they could both gain from the hunt. She recoiled from the implications, but smiled sweetly as she did with everyone else.

Luce was soon gone and giving his presentation, at which, she had admit, he was good. She studied the map. A jungle – no doubt stocked with offworld predators. She wondered if Luce could afford rathtars and quickly decided he could. She would take the Blastech A-180 pistol rather than a hold out. She would need the stopping power. Oh, and a scorching desert to the north, with its own perils. The eastern plains looked most inviting. But the easy way is not always the quickest. She took a good look at the approaches to the volcano.

Luce invited questions. Some competitors asked. Tiona waited for a polite moment then raised her hand.

“Your Highness, how do we land on the island? Our own transport or are you taking us by boat?”

Her instinct was he would not allow starships to roam and scan all over the island – that would detract from the sport. But would he let them choose their point of entry, at least?

TAG: @The Jedi in the Pumas