Star Wars CLOSED Resurrection

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Name: Ka'rta

Age: 34

Species: Human/Mandalorian

Gender: Female

Personal effects: Standard beskar'gam (Mandalorian armor) with a main color of dark red accented in gold, her family crest is on the right shoulder, three stars above a beskad (Mandalorian sword) with the family motto "Dar Solus" (No longer alone) written in the blade, has a white stripe that runs down the center of her chest. She has an assortment of weapons on her person, wrist mounted rocket launcher that can be fitted with different warheads, Jetpack with a concussion missile launcher in it, two Mandalorian style blaster pistols, one vibroblade in a sheath attached horizontally at the small of her back. Her ship is a TL-1800 called the “Hettyc Osik”

Appearance: Short black hair, though it is starting to gray just a little, with grey eyes, fair skin and facial features one could describe as pretty, if more dignified by age, if they ever saw them, she usually wears her helmet, around 1.74 meters tall, though a slightly stockier build than most.

Bio: Ka'tra was born to two proud Mandalorian Warriors and bounty hunters, Kot and Ka’ra. they were declared dar'manda (Not Mandalorian) shortly after their verd'goten (Mandalorian right of passage). Cast out and abandoned, they found comfort with each other, forming their own nameless clan. When Ka’rta was born it was the happiest day in their life, their little clan had grown by one.

She was raised as any Mando’ad would be, taught how to fight, and how to hunt. Even after her verd’goten Ka’tra stayed with her parents. One day they let her go on a mission alone, that’s when she killed her first being. When she commed her parents to pick her up, there was no answer, lost and alone on a foreign planet She did her best to survive, running into two former Republic Special Forces operators, that had become mercenaries. After a fight that ended in a draw they offered to help her search for her parents. After about a week they found their ship, empty, blood all over the deck. The scanners picked up several different DNA signatures, including her parents’. There was so much that the two mercenaries, Owen and Jerrod, said that her parents were dead. While not completely satisfied with that explanation, Ka’rta knew she couldn’t devote her whole life to the search, she needed money.

For the next few years she worked with Owen and Jerrod as a small merc company, until she decided to go her own way. She still looks for her parents but, has found it takes second place to her work as a freelance merc. She's been on her own for over a decade now. She has seen teams come together and break apart, seen the fall of Mandalore and reveled in it. Served them right for rejecting her parents, for rejecting her.

In all her years she has learned one immutable truth, everyone dies alone, might as well prepare yourself for that fact.

The years have not been kind her flesh is covered in scars each one a learning experience. She wasn't as reckless or as passionate as she was when she was younger. She had tempered that with nearly a decade and a half of Mercenary work. Her eyes carry the weight of a woman that believes in nothing, that has loyalty to nothing, that has nothing but, what she fights for. Ideals are for the young, love is for the stupid, compassion for a pacifist, and mercy for the weak, Ka'rta is none of these things. She left them behind long ago.

 

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Name: Feyna Morrow
Age: 32
Species: Human—Alderaanian
Gender: Female
Personal effects: A pair of blasters, comlink, vibroblade, datapad, some credits
Appearance: https://goo.gl/images/jf62Po (ignore pointy ears).
Feyna has pale skin, blue eyes, and curly brown hair she usually wears in a braid. Her clothes are typically comfortable but plain.
Bio: Feyna was born in Crevasse City, on Alderaan, in 18 BBY. She has no memory of her biological parents, and only knows as much as the orphanage told her. Her mother died of illness just a few weeks after Feyna was born, and her father, a construction worker, was killed in an on-site accident less than a year later. There were no other family members to care for her, so she went to the local orphanage.

In another timeline, one wherein Darth Vader did not exist, Feyna might have been adopted into royalty. But in this life, Anakin Skywalker fell, Padme Amidala died, and their twin children were separated at birth. No royals ever came to adopt Feyna—nor did anyone else. Feyna was a submissive child and shy of strangers, and many prospective adopters found her distant and hard to connect with, so she was constantly passed over in favor of more social children.

The timid child grew into a quiet and withdrawn teenager, with a touch of bitter cynicism. When a four-year-old boy was returned to the orphanage by his adopters when Feyna was sixteen, she gave up her last shred of hope for adoption and ran away. She made it to Aldera, and jumped on the first ship she could find, trading work on board in exchange for passage off-world. She existed in this aimless way, taking the odd job when she could find one (nothing shady), hopping to the next planet when she couldn’t, for the next two years.

Then Alderaan was destroyed.

Feyna had never really thought of Alderaan as home; it was where she was from, but she’d never had the feeling of belonging there, of being part of a family or community. Nonetheless she was still horrified and repulsed by the Empire’s actions.

She joined the Rebellion shortly after the destruction of the first Death Star, initially just working as a transport pilot, but was later reassigned to Alliance Intelligence, where she stayed for the remainder of the war.

After Endor, Alliance Intelligence was re-organized, becoming New Republic Intelligence, and now, ten years later, Feyna still holds her place in that agency. Her position is not a lofty one, and she has little interest in rising any higher, but she’s not at the bottom of the ladder, either. She works well with her fellow agents, but her experiences as a child on Alderaan conditioned her to not let anyone in, emotionally speaking, so she has never attempted to form close bonds with anyone.

 

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Name: Pascale Rouser
Age: 42
Species: Human (Commenor)
Gender: Male
Personal effects: Small hold out blaster, thermal detonators, vibroblades,
Fortuna, Baudo class star yacht, usually dresses smartly
Appearance:
Bio: Born to a wealthy brandy making family in Chasin City, the largest city of Commenor, Pascale grew up admiring the galaxy’s most famous archaeologists and aspired to be one of the greatest in the galaxy himself and so he enrolled in the University of Commenor where he began his studies.

During a work experience archeological dig, Pascale discovered he had a taste for capturing artefacts but also decided he wanted to make some money for himself. So he decided to sell these priceless artifacts off, damaging the reputation of one of the archaeologists on the dig. Thus began his descent into the underworld of smuggling as he made some contacts with black market dealers. Returning to the University, he plagiarized an essay from one of his fellow students, but unable to prove he did steal it, he was awarded the Archeological Prize.

His family name and wealth got him a job at a prestigious museum where he became assistant curator. However his job didn't last long as he became suspect in the funding of a grave robbing expedition which caused the deaths of several of his fellow employees and a Coruscanti archaeologist. With his dreams in tatters and fired, Pascale decided to become a mercenary and smuggler for hire for whomever could afford him.

His skills in acquiring artifacts and treasures for several criminal gangs and underlords made him a household name in smuggling and mercenary work and made him several enemies and rivalries which he relished with a passion. During the Galactic Civil War Pascale hired himself out to whomever could afford him, be it the Empire, Rebels or the underworld. He didn't care so long as he was paid on time and he delivered what was asked. The Empire may have stamped out alternate forms of history which troubled him, but he knew there were always treasures and artifacts to find.

He is presently awaiting his next contract.

 

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Name: Madelyn Linnett
Age: 30
Species: Human
Gender: Female.
Personal effects: Her lightsaber.
Appearance:
Bio: Madelyn Linnett was five years old when the Jedi Purge happened. She had barely grasped being a Jedi before it was all ripped away from her. When she had come to the Temple, she had mostly spoke Mando'a and had barely grasped basic despite the Master's efforts in teaching her. While a Knight had tried to protect her from Vader, he had been defeated and the Sith had taken her instead of killing her. Madelyn was then given to the Emperor who must have seen more potential in Madelyn because he made her one of his first Emperors Hands. It was not an easy life, but Madelyn was treated well; so long as she followed orders. When the Empire fell, Madelyn felt very alone for the first time in years and now wanders the galaxy in search of Sith artifacts and holocrons, hoping to expand her knowledge and find meaning in her life again.

 

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Name: Lady Qi’ra
Age: 44
Species: Human - Corellian
Gender: Female

Personal effects: Gold ring with dual half-circle symbol of Crimson Dawn, pair of Kyuzo petars – modeled after Dryden Vos’ personal weapons and specifically made to balance and fit Qi’ra’s smaller hands, personal comms – various, a hand-written log journal – extremely private

Bio:
Qi’ra was born on Corellia, growing up on the rough streets of the notorious Coronet City slums. Quick-witted, savvy and smart, she eventually became pulled into the life of a “scrumrat” for the White Worms - an underworld criminal gang that operated out of the sewers beneath the city. Thieving for their leader, Lady Proxima, she earned herself a notable spot in their ranks for her ability to adapt and con her way out of any situation, and into the pockets of those she stole from. This was how she met an intriguing young man by the name of Han. The pair bonded easily, working together as teenagers and eventually becoming lovers. They both craved a life beyond their proverbial chains and longed to escape in a ship of their own, to be free and experience the galaxy at large.

Eventually finding their moment and hatching a plan involving stolen, highly valuable coaxium – a raw mineral that once refined is used as hyperspace fuel – they attempted to bribe their way off planet. The plan went awry and Qi’ra was recaptured by the Worms as Han was forced to flee alone, separating them for several years. During that time, as punishment for her escape, she was sold by Lady Proxima into slavery. This put the young girl on a treacherous path that saw her end up in the employment of a wealthy gangster named Dryden Vos, the public face of Crimson Dawn – an emerging, yet powerful crime syndicate.

It didn’t take Vos long to take note of Qi’ra’s potential and he eventually offered her a valuable position within his organization. While this new role gave her a more luxurious and powerful lifestyle, her forced loyalty to a master would remain. Becoming Vos’ top lieutenant and most trusted operative, she still bore the branding of Crimson Dawn upon her skin. Not literal chains, but permanent ones just the same, ones that taught her many brutal and tough lessons – most of which she refuses to speak of to this day.

Through a chance encounter during this period of her life, she was reunited with Han, now known as Han Solo. At the order of Vos, the pair were sent off on a mission that would see them grow close once more, only to tear them apart another, final time.

In a climactic betrayal, Qi’ra killed Dryden in order to spare Han’s life, but she did not flee with her former flame as they had long ago planned to do and he still expected to. Instead, seeing Han safely away, she chose to step into a drastically different role and personally hail the true leader of Crimson Dawn, a figure shrouded in complete mystery and darkness.

Maul.

In the wake of Vos’ death, the former Sith apprentice immediately summoned Qi’ra to his side on Dathomir. She obeyed, leaving Han and her old life behind for good.

It has been many years since that fateful decision…

 

IC: Ka'rta
Gryyl Asteroid Belt

Something didn't feel right. It wasn't the fact she was escorting a shipment of slaves, slaver money spends just as good as any other money. It wasn't even that she was handing said slaves off to trandoshans a species not known for their kind treatment of other races. No it was the flight Owool fighters sweeping right around the exit point of one of the stable hyperspace routes into the system. It was all just a little too perfect. A younger mercenary wouldn't have cared or chalked it up to coincidence. But, Ka'rta wasn't that girl anymore. She'd learned from her mistakes, from rushing in foodhardyly and having to make it up as she went.

"Non-interference my shebs." She muttered looking at the passive scans of the fighters. They weren't loaded with torpedoes but, that didn't mean they weren't dangerous. The wookiees at the controls would be a down side better than her, and already had an advantage of actually being a space superiority fighter. Her best option was to sit and wait and hope they pass. She turned off everything she could trying to make her look like just some flotsam in the asteroid field nothing interesting. Though she hoped they wouldn't see her from behind the slow moving asteroid she had attached herself to.

"Rosac," she commed the smuggler bringing the cargo, "Hold don't jump yet got some Wookiees poking around. Want to see if their going to pass us by." A short burst com hopefully wouldn't be picked up, though it was far less of a risk than a freighter loaded with slaves just dropping out of hyperspace right around a well known smuggler's route. One was suspicious, the other was an out right criminal. She kept the com open and one eye on the scopes. She wasn't tense or sweating, these were the risks of the job. She already had her escape route planned, and the hyperspace jump calculated should things head that way.

Another lesson. Always be prepared.

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IC: Pascale Rouser
Location: Fortuna, approaching Kashyyyk system

Another adventure was about to begin…

The Kashyyyk system was his next destination, this time an anonymous message to come to Alaris Prime in the Kashyyyk system. His mission, should he choose to accept it, was to locate the ruins of a Jedi Temple that was supposedly there.

It was apparently in a place that was hard to navigate, but if there was a challenge to be had, Pascale relished. During the Galactic Civil War and beyond he had sold his services to whomever could afford him, being it the Empire, Rebels or criminals. He had scoured the entire galaxy looking for artifacts and treasures which could earn him the most money. He didn't care about politics or war, just so long as he got paid for doing and finishing the job.

And he always looked presentable doing it.

His family name still held clout even if said family wasn't talking to him that much nowadays. It was slightly tarnished by his underworld connections but he was well renowned for his knowledge and expertise as well as being able to handle himself. He enjoyed fine food and drink with the best clothes money could buy and only credits could get you that.

He didn't know what he was looking for, or what traps or potential hazards were waiting for him there, hopefully the former would be explained once he reached the rendezvous point. The only thing he did know during his research was that it was in a forested area that was difficult to navigate. There was no information about the temple itself no what laid within but as mentioned before he hoped the answers would be given when he arrived.

He had managed to get in system by explaining that he was here on a archaeological research trip which was the reason he gave for most of his trips. He had managed to find many temple, some related to the light side Jedi, some for the dark side Sith. The history of temples and artifacts always intrigued him and it was always the thrill of the chase so to speak that got him involved in archaeology in the first place.

Bringing in Fortuna to a smooth stop at the rendezvous he shut her down and made sure she was secure. Adjusting his white jacket he unfurled the ramp and strode down the ramp with a smile on his face.

It was time to see what his mysterious employer had for him.

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IC: Feyna Morrow
Bar, Rwookrrorro, Kashyyyk

Feyna was good at being anonymous.

Unremarked upon. Unnoticed. Just another face in the crowd. It was incredibly easy for her to blend in, to slip through the cracks of society—especially since she’d basically been doing just that for half her life.

And for someone in her line of work, it was a handy skill to have. Discretion was a necessary part of the job, for a New Republic Intelligence agent.

She’d been in shadier places than a Kashyyyk bar, and there was enough of a mix of species here that the human woman near the corner wasn’t going to draw any unwanted attention, but that didn’t mean she was going to get complacent. Letting her guard down was a good way to get into trouble.

But all her caution and vigilance didn’t count for anything if her contact didn’t do the same. Feyna cursed under her breath when Admiral Drayson, of all people, walked in with apparently no care for protocol, paying no mind to the heads he was turning. He moved toward her with a purpose, his mouth set in a grim line.

If he’d just been any other agent, she might have told him off, but Feyna wasn’t stupid; she wasn’t about to mouth off to her superior. Hoping to diffuse the attention that was quickly settling on them, she greeted him with a smile, like they were just old friends meeting up for a perfectly casual drink. No, nothing to see here. Nothing at all.

Her expression was friendly, but her eyes betrayed both confusion and concern. She didn’t bother with pleasantries. “Something’s happened, hasn’t it?” she asked him quietly.

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IC: Madelyn Linnett
Near Alaris Prime, Kashyyyk System

Madelyn Linnett was at a loss. It had been ten years since the Fall of the Empire. Ten years since she had lost the only family she had known, been on the run from Jedi. On the run from the Rebellion and it's New Republic. It was an understatement to say she wasn't stressed. But on the other hand, it wasn't her fault she had become a hand in the first place. Madelyn had been five when Darth Vader had stormed the Jedi Temple. I hadn't even spoken Basic yet. She had hidden, behind a bed; until the sounds of fighting were over and then emerged.

And it was Darth Vader who had stopped the Clones from shooting her. Whether it was the determined look she had given him, ready to fight someone three times her size or maybe he had tired; Madelyn had never found out. Instead she had been given to the Emperor. One of the first children to be trained as Emperor's Hands.

And now she was alone.

Madelyn realised she was low on fuel, on food. And decided to take a risk. She set her course for Alaris Prime, sensing little spots of darkness around the system, before she made the short jump. Madelyn knew she was risking discovery. But it was better to be amongst people. It was better to blend in. And at least she could eat. When the message came through, Madelyn frowned and tilted her head, resting her head in her hands. I will go when I am done here. When I am ready.

Tag: @Sinrebirth @JediMasterAnne @galactic-vagabond422 @Jerjerrod-Lennox

 

IC: Qi’ra
Savareen - some time ago.

Her eyes found his, over such a distance that she could not make out anything other than his outline – a small undefinable dot on the wind-torn cliffs below, growing ever smaller as she climbed higher into the skies. Still, she knew they saw each other, she knew that they would be looking beyond the surface as they were always able to do for one another and seamlessly, easily reading what the other was thinking and feeling. Now, in him she would see sorrow, hurt, confusion, in her he might intone reluctance, but above all else there would be resolve. That would be startlingly clear. Enough so that he would never try and follow her, never try and change her mind, he would be certain that this time he must let her go.

“I’m so sorry, Han,” she whispered, the pair of figures far below now disappearing as wispy clouds covered her view. She didn’t move away, not yet, permitting her thoughts to wallow in what was now lost to her. A wash of sadness crossed over her face, her eyes becoming glossy though no tears would fall. Her heart raced, twisting while she recalled memories from her past, mourning her young life with Han as scrumrats on the treacherous streets of Coronet City. His faith in her and his love for her had given her the strength to live, it had given her hope for a better future even while drowning in some of her darkest moments.

Their connection had never wavered in their years apart. Though she had been forced to deny them in order to survive, been taught to beat her feelings down so deeply she would fear they would be forgotten, they always remained. Stubborn as ever, just like him. But that all ended when she chose herself, when for the first time in her life she chose Qi’ra over all else… and there would be no going back.

Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, the ghostly imprint of his trusty golden dice filling her right palm.

For luck.

That determination he had given her long ago became her own - it came from no one else and nowhere else but within. From here on out, she made a vow that that’s how it would stay.

A small smile and a deep, steadying breath later, she released Han. And herself.

Her focus began to shift, her emotions regrouping and Qi’ra of Crimson Dawn settled into becoming the woman she already was, though had never been entirely free to be. There had always been shackles to a higher power that never truly let her off the leash and suddenly, there was no leash.

The pain that had sat upon her exterior slid away, as if shedding old skin, confidence effortlessly taking its place.

Qi’ra abruptly turned away from the viewing panel and moved back across the spacious penthouse office, towards the ornate desk that sat as the focal point. There was the ring she had removed from Dryden Vos’ corpse, still perched in the communication device she had used several minutes prior. A spike of cold drove up her spine as she removed the gold piece from its slot, recalling the creature it had summoned, who in turn summoned her.

Like a common slave, his slave.

She raised her eyes to glare at the space his holo-image had been, her lips curling into a sneer.

Maul.

The horned ex-Sith that was the actual head of the snake for Crimson Dawn while Dryden had been its public face and enforcer. He had answered only to the zabrak while all else was under the latter’s control. She had dutifully, almost robotically called on him in the aftermath of Vos’ death, finding it only natural to lie as to what had caused that event. In hindsight, how could she have expected Maul to respond any differently than he had? There was a hole at the top of his network that he would be seeking to fill and she gained the distinct impression he did not accept ‘no’ for an answer.

Qi’ra had never met him personally and had only ever had whispers and rumors to rely on, but her gut had consistently warned her of him whenever he was even remotely referenced. Then, on this day, having laid eyes upon him in real time it was as if she could feel his insatiable hatred and hunger for power, the sheer magnitude of it traversing the great distance that separated them to seek her out. Like something reaching out for her in the dark, a phantom stalking its prey.

The encounter had frightened her in truth, but it had also thrilled her, which was puzzling when she considered it. That aside, in the end she realized all she was doing was subbing in Maul for Dryden. One master to serve for another. The pattern of her life continuing without her say – obey, suffer, survive, repeat…

No more.

Raising her chin with her face set, she stepped to her right and began deftly moving her hands over the touchscreen controls on the far side of the desk; Dryden’s way of bypassing his flight crew should there be any insubordination. The First Light was a ‘luxury’ yacht in every sense of the word, its former owner having made sure almost every amenity and security measure possible for a ship this size was integrated, easily overridden by the being in charge. That person was her now, and she planned on taking full advantage of everything it had to offer, starting with adjusting the current flight course with a few swipes of her fingers.

Just as the yacht exited the atmosphere of Savareen to slice into the starry void of space, Qi’ra manually assumed control of the remote destination configuration that had been set on Dathomir, altering the coordinates to prep for a jump…. elsewhere.

Quickly her keen mind worked out her options. Run. Hide. Or fight.

She smirked on the last, and without so much as thinking the location, she looked down to see the controls demanding a confirmation to her selection. Mandalore - a main source of Maul’s influence as it stood presently. So, a fight it would be. Her finger hovered over the display, Qi’ra knew full well what she would do if she continued along this path. It was reckless. It would certainly be bold, it would not be without significant risk.

But if she succeeded, it would have all been worth it. Wouldn’t it…

A tap down with the hand and the coordinates locked in, only moments later the stars becoming elongated streaks as the First Light entered hyperspace, and Qi’ra entered the game.

~

Present.
Concordia, the Moon of Mandalore

Qi’ra was tired.

Aboard her flagship of sorts, since renamed Eventide in the decades since she claimed ownership, she was draped across a large, plush couch in her personal quarters. Most days she felt far younger than her actual age would suggest she should feel, but some days, one such as this, the exhaustion would seep so deep it made her bones feel heavy. Lying on her back, one arm across her abdomen and the other up by her face and bent on an angle so that her forearm covered her eyes, she knew she was desperately overdue for a solid night’s sleep.

Sleep was hard for her, however, always had been. Something about drifting off to dream of the unknown frightened her, her mind always opening the darkest corners of her thoughts whenever she sought out calm and rest.

With a sigh, her arm fell away from her head and she slowly pushed up to a sitting position, thankful for the dim lighting she had preset – always helped with her near constant headaches. Another sigh and she stood, crossing the spacious room to a private lift that would take her up one level to the top of her yacht, where she normally conducted business and held gatherings. Much like its former owner did, though in a far less gawdy manner.

She loathed those parties.

Exiting into a small outer room and entering a code into the keypad on the opposite wall, a second door slid open to permit her entrance to her private office. Circular with an encompassing viewport that offered nearly three hundred sixty degrees of sight, it was shuddered for now, well… it had been shuddered for days.

The Eventide had not seen flight, let alone interstellar flight in years, Qi’ra traveling via other vessels when needed though usually choosing to remain near Mandalore – the planet that had become her home base over time and the only place she would actually consider to be a ‘home’ for her. Turned out her impulsive decision to come here so long ago had been the right choice, everything falling into place since then. She had earned everything she had wanted, her plans unfolding just as she would have liked… and yet, she had been left…. Unbalanced.

The unexplainable way she felt was more noticeable at certain times more than others, now being one. She felt restless, like she couldn’t sit still. Apprehension. Anxiety. Nerves. They would escalate for seemingly no reason at all, making her skin crawl as if it were electrically charged.

She had been pacing behind her desk but abruptly stopped, nearly feeling as though she would be sick…

WHOOSH. Then a metallic-screeching crash.

Qi’ra swung around at the loud noise, the door to the main lift ripped from the wall and thrown back into the room as if by a controlled explosion of sorts. She had her twin Kyuzo petars in her hands in an instant, peering though the light cloud of dust that had been disturbed in the commotion, bracing for an intruder to follow… though her eyes saw no none.

Despite that, she knew she was not alone.

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IC: Pascale Rouser
Location: Fortuna, Alaris Prime, Kashyyyk System

He had arrived in the right place as his client’s ship was parked next to his. And it seemed his client was Twi’lek who was dressed in a rather skimpy outfit that showed basically nearly everything.

So she aims to distract me. Nice try….

It seemed she had probably picked up on Pascale’s penchant for the ladies. Beautiful and intelligent women were more his type but he had one cardinal rule, they never got in the way of a job. And since this job seemed quite important he was keeping his eyes on the prize not the Twi’lek and her skimpy clothing.

She held up a datapad. “All I have about the Temple. It’s somewhere in there,” she gestured vaguely towards the immense greenery that was lain out behind them. “It’s not continuous. Some of it is just trees hanging over the gorge edge. My sensors could not find where it ends, and the terrain is too irregular to pick out a Temple. All we have are old records and the general continent. The Temple was destroyed before the Battle of Naboo, apparently, when the Trade Federation interfered here…” She hefted the datapad again. “Qui-Gon Jinn and his Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi foiled them, also apparently, with some other, unimportant Jedi, who died here.”

“Ideas? My… backer is en route to the system and I would love to give her a progress update.” she said her voice sounding alluring.

She is really trying hard to distract me. Such a beautiful woman and yet she seems to be trying too hard. Especially with the outfit…

So this Temple must have been important enough for two legendary Jedi to visit. He had discovered various Jedi Temples himself and this was potentially another one to add to the list. A shame hat this one was ruined as he would have liked to have explored it intact to see if there was anything that could be gleaned from it’s past history. Perhaps there could be something to add to his extensive collection of artifacts. Sometimes before selling bits on he liked to study them to discover any mysterious legends or tales linked to these objects to add to his archives for future historical study.

Pascale had to be careful here it seemed, stray too far and he could end up falling down a gorge to his death. And who knew what creatures lurked in these lush green forests.

“Fortuna holds an advanced sensor suite” he responded the smile still on his face. He had his sensors upgraded to be the most advanced they could be, penetrating places where normal sensors could not discovering caves, underground chambers and so forth. As an archaeologist you didn't just need the tools and weapons for the trade, you needed the gear on board.

“If you could send me the records of what you have I can tell what I am looking for and why this Temple was so important to the Jedi. It will help in future research and perhaps also reveal if here are any treasures that may be left within. You can assure your client that the job will be done professionally that I can tell you”

He cocked his head to the side “Speaking of which what is it I am looking in there for you?. I am sure you have not hired me just to find a Temple for you.”

He waited for her answer not noticing that somebody else was coming in to join the party. Whether they were fellow competitor, friend or foe Pascale would find out eventually.

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IC: Ka'rta
Gryyl Asteroid Belt

"No time for that Ka’rta," Rosec scoffed, "we’re on a deadline here. I’m keying my jump in 5…"

"Don't," The mercenary shot back, as four TIEs made themselves known flying out of the asteroid belt. Ka'rta held position waiting to see how this all turned out. When the Y-Wings lept in, she released the clamps holding her to an asteroid. Ka'rta was right, it didn't feel right. It was a trap, laid for the Imperials not the smuggler. That might be something in her favor. Three more Imperial craft jumped in chasing the wookiee prototype. Everything was going south fast.

"Rosec, cancel that jump." She roared.

It was then that Rosec jumped in right into the middle of the mess.

"What the frak! Ka’rta, where are you?!" Rosec shouted. Ka'rta opened the throttle diving down to slip under the combat brewing.

"On my way," she growled, "Dive down maybe you'll draw some of the Y-wings with you or the TIEs, it'll give a distraction for someone to capitalize on." Angling up just slightly she let off a few blasts from her laser cannons. Not trying to harm anything but, causing more chaos. "Rosec I hope you're ship is fast, because he aint got time to wait around." Lowering the nose again she made a bee line for the surface. She was not a fighter pilot in a snubfighter. Her craft was meant to get her from point Aurek to point Besh not fight a battle at point Cresh.

TAG: @Sinrebirth

 

IC: Qi’ra
Aboard the Eventide, Concordia, Mandalore

There this low, obnoxiously persistent buzzing sound emanating from someplace deep in Qi’ra’s brain, echoing out through her ears. It made the hairs on her arms stand on end and her eyes felt as though they were being pried open and held wide.

She knew what the false noise and its corresponding physical reactions meant, it's happened before though not at this intensity. Roughly shaking her head in a vain attempt at silencing it, several sections of her short, blonde hair came loose from their pins.

“I don’t have to see you to know you are there!” she called out as the dust began to settle, her eyes darting all over with uncertainty. The air stank with something that could not be discovered by a normal sense of smell, but rather just sensed. Which was confusing, which lead to distracting. And yet Qi’ra’s well-toned muscles were coiled and warm, ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice. The decades she had spent mastering Teräs Käsi kept her body agile and light, movements now so rehearsed she could fall into them without so much as considering 'which foot first'.

Regardless, beneath the bravado she was afraid, there would be no denying that. She was always afraid.

Stalking slowly, cautiously out from behind her large desk to creep closer to the lift shaft, she recognized a peculiarity to this current fear she was struggling to keep at bay. It was hers but there was this sensation of intrusion. Like an implant of emotions upon her own – astonishment being most prevalent – mingling in her mind like it belonged there and baffling her all the more. It was foreign and malicious, screaming I do not belong.

Qi’ra strained to keep her thoughts present and her gaze open for any sign of action, the last of the haze having dissipated and the room returning to its normal dim and dour atmosphere. Her booted feet came to a stop right by the bent-in door that had been blown from its holdings, again she tried to shake off the constant static noise that had seemingly only grown louder as she had progressed. She knew.

“I can feel you.”

Her voice was barely audible even to herself, these words being a secret she had not told a soul - dead or alive, mechanical or inanimate.

As if on cue, a lone figure finally emerged from the shadows of the vertical passage, keeping low and moving quickly. Speed was only an issue here because Qi’ra remained rather flustered and on edge with her internal racket. In truth the would-be assailant rolled forth at a startling easy gait and before she had even truly considered attacking, her left petar flung free from her fingers after her hand had thrust forth in the stranger’s direction, its micro laser-lined blade tracing red circles through the air as it spun towards its target.

A jolt, electric and invigorating, had triggered her to activate the additional measure an instant before the presence made itself visibly known, like she had already known what was about to happen.

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OOC: Combo w/ GM

IC: Feyna Morrow
Bar, Rwookrrorro, Kashyyyk

Playing along, Feyna glared at him, expression shifting from shock--she didn't have to fake that, it really had surprised her when he'd struck her--to anger. “Hey, pal, obviously you’ve already had too much, so how about you clear out—or am I gonna have to throw you out?” The irritation in her voice was only half-fake; usually, the idea was to avoid causing a scene, so this was a little frustrating. She picked up her glass, as if to move it out of his reach, surreptitiously grabbing the data pad in the process and concealing it in her sleeve.

Hiram eyed her, and he threw a punch - which the bartender intercepted, the Wookiee grabbing his wrist and lifting, bending the joint but not breaking it. "Ow, ow, ow!" The bartender roared at Hiram, and flicked him aside, sending him tumbling. The silver-furred Wookiee issued an interrogative growl softly to Feyna, more concern than annoyance.

[Are you alright?]

In his other hand came a blaster rifle, and the Wookiee made a demonstration of flicking it back and forth from 'stun' to 'kill'

“Yes, I’m fine,” Feyna told the bartender, getting to her feet. “And that,” she added, in an appeasing tone, as she gestured for him to lower the blaster, “Won’t be necessary. I know the guy, actually. Used to go with my sister, until she left him. Once in a while he gets drunk, confuses me with her. I’ll get him out of here, shall I, before he causes any more trouble?”

Obviously the cover story was a complete lie, but no one else would know any better. She and Drayson clearly wouldn’t be able to talk safely here, now that he’d gone and gotten everyone’s attention.

Without really waiting for the bartender’s response, she squeezed past him and crouched beside the Admiral to help him up. “C’mon, bud, let’s get you back home, huh?”

The Wookiee nodded, and everyone returned to their drinks. Hiram muttered something unintelligible, said sorry under his slurred breath, and palmed a coin on the bar loudly, before wheeling away, leaning all too heavily on Feyna as they left.

The bartender rolled his eyes and took the coin, testing it for authenticity between his teeth, and woofed his agreement. She could take care of him, and the coin would cover the inconvenience her family had caused his clan.

Feyna ‘helped’ Drayson out of the bar, heading for a nearby back-alley. Once they were well out of sight of the bar, and she was sure that none of the patrons had followed, she gave up the ruse. Ducking into an alcove where they wouldn’t be noticed from the main roads, she pulled out the datapad and looked to Drayson, waiting for an explanation.

Drayson stood up straight, smiling slightly. "Did you enjoy that? Hurnbacca and I have had this little play going for years. I rock up pretending to be inebriated, and he lets me go with a warning." He gazed at Feyna. "It's a good way to test agents, too."

The Director of Alpha Blue was clearly one with a lot of tricks.

She managed to refrain from glaring at him. Part of her wanted to point out that she wasn’t a rookie out on her first solo mission that needed testing, she’d been doing this for practically her entire adult life. And she was still a little indignant over the fact that he’d hit her. But she also knew that part of the job was staying on her toes, and once in a while agents needed to be reminded of that.

“If you say so, sir,” she replied dismissively. She tapped the datapad. “I’m more interested in what’s on this. You said something’s happened?”

“It’s happening,” Hiram said grimly, professionalism overwhelming whatever pique had caught him a moment ago. “The Disciples of Ragnos are in-system. Tavion’s lieutenant has been tracked here, and several ships retreating from raids or skirmishes have been noted as heading here.” He tapped the datapad. “It’s basic triangulation. Which means their not hiding, and means they’re making a big move.”
“In a matter of hours their various freighters, shuttles and carriers will arrive here. Maybe an Interdictor cruiser, too.” His comlink beeped. He took the call, producing with his other hand some kind of... leathery neck bracer of some kind.

“It’s worse than we thought,” Hiram said. “The Wookiee’s were setting up a sting of a Trandoshan slaving run, baiting it with a prototype fighter, and a group of TIEs just ambushed it from in-system. Which means they’ve a larger presence here than we expected - not just Alora on Alaris Prime. We need you to find a ship that’s making the move with them onwards, or can access their plans so we can get a task force to wherever they end up. They’ll have a spotter here, on Kashyyyk, at very least. Maybe in the spaceport - find their agent, and get moving.”

He held out the neck bracer as he spoke.

Feyna nodded, brow furrowing in concern as she listened. “All right. Do we have any information on the spotter’s identity, or any suspected ships?” She took the bracer as well, eyeing it suspiciously. “And what is this for?”

"It's a nodule of flesh from a Taozin," Hiram absently said. "It makes your presence blurry to Force users. Its an old trick that the Inquisitors used to use to track Jedi." Yes, he had said 'nodule of flesh' as if it was an acceptable sentence. "If you wear it around your neck, that is."

He shrugged. "But there's an Imperial shuttle in the spaceport, or, rather, a freighter that originated in Imperial space." He smiled slightly. "Need anything else from me? I already gave you some jewellery..."

She scrunched up her face, mildly disgusted. Sorry I asked... "Not that I can think of at the moment, sir, no."

Hiram nodded. "The datapad includes a tracker, a Castin Donn program. If you get it installed in their main ship, we can track it, maybe co-opt some of its functions. We still don't know the full strength of the Disciples. A few dozen Sith is an issue, but a fleet is a different one."

The Admiral paused. "I know you'll do the Republic proud, Feyna, but I wanted to do the handover personally. Its a dangerous mission. You might not make it back, and I noted that you haven't recorded any 'If I do not return' instructions... do you have any? Or was it just an oversight?" His gaze bored into hers, searching.

The question surprised her a bit. "Didn't see a point. You know I don't have any family that would be left behind, and I don't own anything particularly valuable, so my possessions could easily be given away or sold."

Hiram paused. "Alright, Feyna," he made a note to keep an eye on that fatalism... though he knew she would term it as realism. Of course she would. The Director of Alpha Blue looked down the alleyway. "We need to separate. Be careful, Agent Feyna. No heroics, and we shall finish this conversation next I see you."

He saluted, and turned to leave.

Feyna gave him a small nod, tucking the datapad into her pocket. “Until then, sir.” She returned the salute, then headed off in the opposite direction.

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IC: Madelyn Linnett
Alaris Prime, northern continent, by the Shadow Forest

Madelyn frowned as she moved down towards the edge of a forest on Alaris Prime. She sighed slightly to herself and felt a pang of hunger as she turned off her engines; and then a brief flash of darkness that appeared as quickly as it disappeared. Little darkness's or Sith? Madelyn hesitated and stood up; grabbing what little gear she had left, and a book that was more precious to her then anything else she carried.



She stared hard at the page where she had last read, and Madelyn briefly wondered if she was worthy of taking an apprentice. The Emperor had always seemed, in her eyes to favour her, and had left her this book before Endor. Perhaps he foresaw that I would one day create a new Sith Temple. As Madelyn shut the book; she slipped it into her back and exited the ship; lightsaber secure on her belt as she stared at the edge of the forest. It was dark, but the darkness didn't make her winch. The stillness in the air; the quiet was admittedly; unnerving. But fear was good. Fear has kept me alive.

Madelyn shifted her back and spoke softly to herself.

Peace is a lie. There is only Passion.
Through Passion I gain Strength.
Through Strength I gain Power.
Through Power I gain Victory.
Through Victory my chains are Broken.
The Force shall free me.

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IC: Ka'rta
Gryyl Asteroid Belt

Thankfully Rosec wasn't completely stupid diving down from combat as Ka'rta spat out indiscriminate fire. Her luck held as she struck a Y-Wing before falling in behind her smuggler client. She was moving as fast as she could her shields sparking as an ion bolt struck against them. The Osik wasn't going to last long against that assault she hoped that one of the TIEs got wise and took it out.

"Unidentified assisting freighter." The TIE shuttle commed to her, "Identify yourself, and your business with the Empire." Was it time to lie or just continue on her way. There were pros and cons to each. If she stayed quiet maybe the shuttle gets picked off maybe it gets distracted. Or it could try and fire on her. Though talking could get her in just as much trouble. She wasn't the best, not the most persuasive of people. For now she kept quiet, if they press the issue she could always fain comm issues. She did just get wacked by an ion blast.

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IC: Pascale Rouser and Alora
Location: Fortuna, Alaris Prime, Kashyyyk System

Pascale’s datapad pinged signaling that he had received the records. He quickly pulled it out to check they had all been received.

It seemed this Temple was a former Academy for the Jedi but no information as to how it had become ruined. It was rediscovered after the Wookiees decided to colonize Alaris Prime, and it seemed that Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi both legend of the Jedi Order had come to help and discovered the Temple themselves. And all this under the backdrop of the so called colonial war between the Republic and the Separatists.

And then the scantily clad Twi’lek decided to drop a bombshell. She was basically a Sith, part of the Disciples of Ragnos in Pascale’s opinion a mad cult of darksiders who were trying to resurrect some deceased Dark Lord. Still not to be messed with. And it seemed that she wanted to drain the Temple of its power and bring back this Dark Lord. And it sounded like she was now forcing him to do it.

He had heard from not just his contacts in the underworld, but within the Rebels and the Empire that this cult was going around and causing a lot of trouble, and it seemed they had the resources and manpower to cause both the Empire and New Republic as it was now some grief. Pascale however tried to stay out of their way, he only cared if they decided to barge in and try to steal some of the artifacts he was after.

He had also heard from his contacts that ships had arrived after he had departed, scouring the places where he had essentially just raided. It seemed he had his answer as to who was shadowing him. Perhaps it was even this female Twi’lek.

Now he essentially, against his will being held hostage. He was never squeamish, but this was making him uncomfortable. Once he had done his task for her, what would happen? Would he be killed? Or essentially would she just keep him as her slave? It didn't even bear thinking about.

“I guess I have no choice” he said keeping the smile on his face “You have essentially given me an offer I could not refuse. Plus you are paying me for it so…” he shrugged.

“From what I can see from the records the Jedi came to this place and retrieved a Jedi Holocron, so there could be something there for you or I to study as well as you draining the place. It must be important enough to send two legendary Jedi here”

He began to back up the Fortuna’s ramp “Plus since there is another ship that has just landed here it could be one of my competitors or even one of yours trying to steal all the glory from you”

He spread his arms “So, shall we get started?”

Alora watched Rouser work it out. All of it. The past few months; the Sith connection; the threat; the promise. He rose to it, and Alora was pleasantly surprised. He was an intriguing man.

Perhaps he will be useful in many ways, she thought, whimsy. A throb in the Force told her that her Lady was coming. Business first, pleasure later.

She nodded. “Come, a Dark Jedi was heading towards the Temple. Its presence in the Force is diffused across the forest, but between your expertise and my talents, I am sure we’ll make exceptional progress,” Alora purred.

“And when the Dark Lord returns, I shall ensure you are remembered to him.”

Pascale didn't know whether to be reassured by that statement or worried. He knew she would probably have her wicked way with him one way or the other, if he got the artifact or not. He was essentially heading into the pit of Hell, but he was getting paid handsomely for it and he could add another Jedi Temple to the list of places he had visited.

There was also a Dark Jedi now added into the mix which was also bad news. Perhaps this lovely Twi’lek would be able to protect his back if this Dark Jedi decided to make things difficult. Pascale had no doubt she was probably a deadly fighter.

“No doubts there” he said responding still keep the smile on his face “Come aboard, i’ll get those scans running”

He made his way to the cockpit, he knew time was of the essence here, and if they wanted to beat the Dark Jedi then they had to be quick. No doubt he or she would definitely have a head start as they would have the Force to guide them, but they need to know the terrain they were about to encounter and only advanced sensors could do that.

Pascale sat in the pilots seat and set the sensors to work. He used a penetrating terrain scan, anything that showed underground caves or catacombs would be detected, he also set the sensors to scan for any ruins on top, the sensors should hopefully penetrate the foliage around to find them.

He tapped his fingers on the console, hoping Alora was not getting too impatient.

A couple of minutes later his sensors pinged. It had found a structure with underground catacombs with ruins on top. There had apparently been a base built there as well, possibly during the showdown between the Wookiees and the Trade Federation.

Jackpot.

“The sensors have detected some ruins, looks like there may be catacombs underneath, probably where they kept their archives, Holocrons and such. The sensors also detect it was used as a base at some point as well, probably during the colonial war. Perhaps with your talents in the Force you can detect it’s nexus, where the Force stems from. I am not Force sensitive but I'm sure if you have been draining these sites you have an idea where the Force comes from in these places. I can download the data to my datapad so we have a map to follow, just in case the Dark Jedi tries to detect you.”

Alora nodded thoughtfully, stretching out with her feelings. Very astute of him. Between his records, and her senses, and the data she did have...

"The Temple was built some four millennia ago. During the Mandalorian Wars, Alaris was close to the front, so the Jedi Council ordered the system abandoned. Several Jedi refused, and joined Revan and his rogue Jedi. Even then, the Mandalorians never reached here, and Czerka Corporation discovered the Wookiees deeper in-system and enslaved them. Revan eventually returned and saved the Wookiees, of course, during the Jedi Civil War."

Ancient history, but important to the Jedi and Sith.

"Everyone at the time thought the abandonment of Alaris was..." A quirk of a smile. "Precipitous, at best. The Jedi Council was roundly criticised for actively endangering Republic citizens." A tap on her chin. "So it is a mild curiosity to me."

"However, let's press on." She Indicated a direction, pouring over the increasingly detailed maps Rouser had patched together. She remained with a thoughtful expression on her winsome face.

The history on this place was interesting and it was good of Alora to provide him with such. Legends, tales and myths always fascinated him as did the history of these Temples. People with powers he could never comprehend once marched through these halls with artifacts and treasures that they had collected through the years, things that they could record their history and teachings to pass on to future generations. Unfortunately it seems some of these Temples would never be used again.

However the Twi’lek wanted to press on and so Pascale obliged.

“This is probably the more direct route” he said tracing a line through the map “However with the Dark Jedi about we my have to deviate to avoid them, unless you would rather confront them, hopefully we can wait until after we have secured the prize for that” he said looking up into her face. “I’m sure you will probably need to grab some things from your ship, I will need to get changed and take some tools with me, just in case when we get there I need to remove something for you. And I don’t really want to get this nice suit dirty” he smirked at her “Perhaps I can even take something back to study. Or you might like something to add to your no doubt impressive collection”

“If the Dark Jedi does intercept our direct route we can go this way” he said indicating another route on the map “It will take us longer to get there, but it is also a less risky route out of the ones we can choose.”

Again he focused on her face “Hopefully your boss will be pleased with our results at the end of this”

"Lady Tavion rewards those who serve her. Perhaps she will bestow the Force upon you as a gift," Alora said, lazily. "It is within her power, after all."

That it was. Most of the Disciples were formerly Force mute, and Tavion had used the Scepter of Ragnos to bequeath them the Force. It was a skill that Lord Sidious was rumoured to have been unable to do unaided, of course. But he was a God in scale to Alora, and she regretted that she had never met the man who had made all of this possible.

"You are welcome to any trinket you like, of course, once it has been drained of its potential."

Alora eyed the routes. The latter took them to the rear of the Temple, supposedly, but the first would take them directly. "The quickest one. I shall use the Force to ensure that we are aware of any immediate danger." Alora was conscious that she was still shielding them both with the Force, but if they had speed on their side, she could afford to drop that and allow the Dark Jedi here to sense them…

It would be interesting to have the Force Pascale mused but perhaps a trinket would do, especially if it had history attached. And so long as he got his credits he would be very satisfied.

“Thank you for the offer, but i’m sure a trinket will suffice, it can help with my future research and another thing to add to my archives.” he didn't mention the credits, he didn't know if it would rile her up a bit or not. And to be honest even his weapons would be no use against her, she would dismember him with just her mind.

He downloaded the data from his sensors including all the routes to his datapad, checking they were all secure and that the direct route would flash up “Direct route it is then” he said nodding. “I will trust you to keep us both alive, and you shall have what you most desire” he rose from his seat, turning to face the Dark Lady.

“If you are ready I can get changed and gather my things, it won’t take long. Then we can head off with all speed. Time of course is of the essence”

“Hop to it, Rouser,” she said, smiling. “My Lady awaits, and if she does, so is the Dark Lord of the Sith.”

Alora looked carnivorous as she gazed out the viewport at the shattered Temple, all consumed by undergrowth and the worldforest itself. She tapped her comlink; a short-burst emerged.

Come.

“The figure waits for no-one,” she said.

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