Space

[Capt. Phillep]

The Admiral's pathetic Chiss shuttle rocketed through space, with the coordinates of the Jedi haven laid in... it would be a time to test his own Sith training...

[Talon]

Talon's shuttle traveled through space, progressively heading towards various locations where he gathered materials for his special project.

[Durose Roshan]

The Dice of Hearts blasted through the emptiness of space before jumping into hyperspace. When he returned to normal space, Durose looked out the window to see the Grand Link Casino in all its glory drifting in space. Quickly he sent the information codes and received the clearance to dock. "He goes nothing," he thought.

[Cypher Skywalker]

Cypher could feel the coldness of space seep into the cockpit. The airflow and heating system in the A-wing were faulty but still good enough for use. He had hardened himself to get used to the most uncomfortable situations though, so it didn't effect him. His mind was in other places...should he continue his training as a Jedi? OR would he attempt to find a Sith Master....which could lead to a dangerous situation?

 

Cypher sighed in frustration over the matter. He began to set in the hyperspace drive when suddenly the indicator began to beep. Looking on the screen interface, he realized that the hyperspace drive had been disabled! What the hell? He had to find a nearby location fast before any problems arose.

 

((Sorry for the edit, but there was a change in plans.))

 

Cypher looked to his left at the strange remote planet that lay to the distance. "RD..where is that?" But before RD could respond, the alert came out over a built-in encrypted line. The message had alerted all Jedi to come back to the Jedi Base. Cypher was not sure of the new location...he wasn't even aware a new one had been made. RD unendingly made beeps and wounding noises. Cypher wasn't paying attention to him until he actually heard that the planet he was looking at was it's location.

 

If Cypher had not been in his former Master's ship...he would never have gotten the alert.[/i]

[Talon]

Talon's ship winked into the existence of real space with its target destination directly in front of it. The Jedi Order had several locations equipped with workshops and furnaces hot enough to fashion a nice sword, but this particular blade of Talon's would need the utmost attention. Talon could only think of one place that would be consistently hot enough to do what he needed: Mustafar, the volcano planet. And so the assault shuttle Excalibur II descended upon the molten world. En route, he was informed by his droid Zee that the Helix Station had been attacked and destroyed, but he and a majority of the Jedi aboard had evacuated and safely retreated to Haruun Kal. Talon never had liked the acidic green, poisonous planet, but he decided he would rendezvous there when his current mission was complete.

 

Pushing the matter to the back of his mind, Talon focused on more important things. The final phase of his quest was underway. A majority of the lava harvesting stations that had been in operation during the Clone Wars had gone out of business. There were, however, a few of them left scattered about the fiery surface waiting for future use. A brief planetary scan indicated a number of these at certain points, and his onboard computer highlighted ones that fit Talon's requested criteria. Talon settled on one located just off the equator, where two active magma rivers and an underground vent all converged into one turbulent mess.

 

When Talon's ship touched down, no one came to greet him. In fact, apart from the whirring of several motors keeping a protective shield about the station, and the occasional groan from the stations sole janitor droid, the station was absolutely silent”¦ and obviously uninhabited. It was for the better- he would not be intruding on anyone, and nobody would bother him. Talon exited the ship carrying all his necessary materials in the hoversled, and he walked across the catwalk of the landing pad into the facility. The whole building seemed to be shaded in fiery oranges and reds, and cool grays and blacks typical of the Mustafarian landscape. Talon, whose own lightsaber was a golden yellow-orange, found it quite soothing.

 

As the station was so low to the lava flow to begin with, the processing plant and forge in the station were very close to the entrance. As soon as he had come to a stop inside, the 12-sided holocron on the sled behind him lit to life. Talon smiled and inclined his head in a slight bow.

 

”œI'm ready.”

[Namiad Ydnah]

Namiad was tired. "When does this crap ever stop.." he said as he sighed again. He was headed to the Golden Link Casino, which made him have thoughts of dread from not even trying to turn Slicer in. "I should just die and become one with some nutcases belief. The Force my arse, no one gives a damn anymore...Might as well pack your guns up and get a job..." Namiad was comfortable talking with himself as for he felt more sane talking than listening to Cire's sarcasim.

 

"Hey, Cire. I've read that back before space travel was used, that people who had spoke with two tounges were burnt alive. If you dont shut up I'll land us into the nearest sun, O.K.?!" He said at last. He was expecting Cire to speak again, but tensed when nothing happened. Cire was finaly gone. What felt like days but were actually hours, Namiad saw the formation of the Golden Link Casino.

[Ariane]

Silence.

 

Ariane had no idea whose fool-ridden idea it had been to name her ship that; it was anything but silent. Not that she minded, the continual machinal hum was something the woman appreciated to fill the chaos in her mind. It led it on, driving it, but also silencing it...

 

She had always appreciated hyperspace.

 

Was something then up?

 

She had left Coruscant, it felt like so long ago, a planet striken by war and torn... and now in space. Now away from wherever she had been before. Now away from...

 

Everyone's dead.

 

Maybe Tiana's not, but I don't know where she is.

 

Everyone's dead.

 

The woman bit her lip, picking a string of purple hair from her eyes. It always ended up there. It was so annoying. And she sat back down heavily into the pilot's seat, spinning it around aimlessly. Why didn't we get her her own ship?

 

A kid doesn't need a ship!

 

Why am I here?

 

Why am I”” "Talking aloud to myself?" she muttered. Fingers clicked across the ship's keyboard. ETA...

 

Yeah, yeah, whatever.

 

She jabbed a thumb into the screen button, flipped it over, and stared aimlessly at the scrolling text. Space was boring. Being alone...

 

...wasn't necessarily boring, but she hated it so badly...

 

it hurt.

 

A trip across the galaxy. Get the Empire back. Hurt them? Suuuure.

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp was somehwere in space, he figured that this would be a fine place for the transfer to his own ship. However he might need to land somewhere first. As far as he could tell the shuttle did not have a docking ring or anything of that sort.

 

Calling his own ship in he was suprised to find it not at Helix's last location but instead by the Dojo.

 

"No matter it will still be quite the wait."

 

Relaxing into a mediatative state he began to heal his wounds once more. WHen he got to his own ship he would have better medical faclites there such as well a medpack. He had used up the one he was carrying with him as well as the two that were on the shuttle. He was quite the patch work really.

 

After about a time his ship finally dropped out of hyperspace near is location. By remote contorl hacking he piloted to a near by facility on an astreoid. Then he quickly made the transfer, upon landing in the faclity's hanger bay.

 

Immediaitly he knew something was wrong, for starters he could feel someone inside of his ship. Making his way to the front of the ship he found, somegirl who had some how found his way into his ship.

 

"Uh... why are you on my ship?"

[Psyche]

Psyche had gotten very freaked out when the ship started moving on its own. She had rushed to the front, pushing all sorts of buttons, trying to get Link to override it, but it was impossible. So she nervously sat down to wait.

Finally the ship stopped, and a man boarded.

"Uh, why are you on my ship?"

Psyche froze for a few moments before replying.

"I, uh, found this ship at the Helix Station and um thought that whoever owned it had been killed when the station blew up." She awkwardly shrugged. "I figured I would need a ride."

So this guy just parked his ship there. Psyche was inwardly kicking herself.

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

'Scorp took a step back and sat down in well his seat. Forgetting about everything he wanted to make sure she clarified what she had just said.

 

"Did you say that Helix exploded?"

 

He gave a sigh as he awaited an answer. All of this moblization and fighting only to lose such a base. Had it been worth it? He would have to wait and see.

[Psyche]

If he was taking the news badly, that was a good sign. Not that it was good the news was bad, but it was good he was taking the bad news badly because that meant he probably wasn't bad.

That's just confusing.

"Yes, the station exploded. The Sith attacked. I'm not sure if they destroyed it or the Jedi made it self-destruct, but it's gone." She paused, curious. "Are you a Jedi?"

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

"Don't know I am beginning to think that I am just a guy with a lightsaber."

 

Scorp swung around and grasped the controls. He was far to tired, to hurt, and now too shocked to pilot a decent course to anywhere. So he simply told the ship to take him back from where it came. He despertly needed a bacta tank.

 

Despite the horrible taste of it, he would suffer through it if only to repair his damged lung, rib cage and legs. Plus tha fact that every muscle in his body ached.

 

Starting into a bad coughing routine he straightened up and went down to the refresher and after about five mminutes just in time to feel the ship enter hyperspace.

Walking over he looked the girl up and down.

 

"So let me see if I can get this all straight inside of my head. You are telling me that you were at Helix station, and it blew up. However you went to the Dojo, jacked my ship and it was at that moment I call my ship to this wonderful little area of space?"

 

Scorp leaned back in the chair and put his head in his hands.

[Psyche]

Psyche shrugged and nodded. "That's pretty much it, only I didn't hack into your ship, my droid did. I went to the Helix station to be a Jedi, but, that didn't work out so well." She recalled her embarrasing attempt at telekenises. "Um, are you ok?" He looked pretty bad, and her force-senses confirmed what her eyes told her.

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp really wondered if he should answer her on that one. He figured there was no reason to scare the girl.

 

"I shall live. I think. so if you were on helix station were you planning on becoming a Jedi?"

[Psyche]

"I was." Psyche wrinkled her nose. "I did some training with Norm Hassan, but not much, and I didn't do very well."

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp smiled before coughing and then smiled again after coughing.

 

"Well I kind of inadvently brought you back to the Dojo. tell you what if you wish to try again at becoming a Jedi as soon as I am all patched up I will train you. Heck I could start your training while inside of the bacta tank if need be. there this little thing I would like to try however if I tried it it would mean going inside of your mind."

 

A beeping from the console quietly worked its way into becoming a racket.

 

"However also if you wish I can get patched up and then drop you off anywhere you wish to go. The choice is yours."

[Psyche]

Psyche turned her back to him while thinking about it. It didn't take her very long. She quickly turned back around and said, "Yes. I would like it very much if you would train me." She got very excited and she smiled.

[Stephen]

Pravus relaxed and watched the in-flight holo-movie. This trip to Naboo better result in a future. He had nothing to go back to.

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[Guest]

While inside of the freighter Skon searches through the supplies for anything that might be of use to him.

 

He discovers thermal detonators, a com-link, blaster rifle, sith probe droid, and a sith speeder.Should be of use to me on Hoth.

 

After finding a secluded spot in the cargo bay, he closes his eyes and falls asleep.

[Rodya]

The lone Black Sun freigher made it away from Coruscant safely ahead of the rest of the Sun's evacuees. It flew through space, racing towards the world of Artus.

 

The medics on board worked at extracting samples of blood and DNA from the deceased Dashade. The more they could do now the quicker that could make him a new body when they arrived on Artus.

 

There was also another reason for extracting the DNA. Scientists had been at work for months on a secret project with Rodya specifically in mind. If all went well, then Rodya would awake from death new and improved.

[Durose Roshan]

The Dice of Hearts takes off into the deep dark blackness of space.

[ObliviousKnight]

A long, uncomfortable silence lingered in the Ghost Breath's cockpit between the last two Draygo women. Finally, it was Misal that spoke.

 

"Nice loophole."

 

Armiena beamed; as grudging as her mother's admission might have been, it was still praise.

 

"However, you will have to spend the journey in a healing trance, otherwise you might find it impossible to complete our objectives on Coruscant. The sort you'll be dealing with will likely attempt to take advantage of any perceived weakness." The subtle order was unnecessary. Even before Misal mentioned the words "healing trance", Armiena curled up in the pilot's seat and sank into the wonderful world of a Jedi trance.

[Durose Roshan]

Durose Roshan's ship came out of hyperspace in the Coruscant sector. After shortly setting down on the planet and contacting the Link base, the Dice of Hearts was once again gone; the destination being the Grand Link Casino.

[Bad karma]

A lone MC-90 exited Hyperspace with various shuttles resting upon its hull. The skeleton crew aboard the ship would be taking one of the shuttles back to Roon, the rest were part of the order the Jedi had called in. It was here they would wait until she arrived. As they waited, the Navcomps were erased of all data pertaining to where the ship had last been. The thought of someone figuring out the Single safe route into the Roon system did not please Trowa.

[Guest]

The humming was assuring, the people's presence relaxing. Damian's insecurities always led to him to a state of paranoia. He always had to have noise around, always needed to be surrounded by people in hopes that for once he wouldn't be the target. Perhaps one could blame it on his line of proffesion, on what he did for a living, but that would only lead to the troubled past, something Damian hated to think about, it only slowed him down.

 

Damian was a man of planning, statistics and possibilities. He knew that his views only opened up so much potential and almost no visible freedom. He only thought in terms of yesterday, today, and tommorrow and constantly analyzed his surrounds.

 

However Jarik was charismatic and often meant things with good intentions in mind......

 

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The searing pain traveled up and down his leg in rather sudden impulses, Damian tried to pace his breaths to stop it but that resulted in nothing. His attempt at sleep was equally successfull, all he could do was close his eyes and think.

 

 

Damn

 

Jarik knew he had screwed up royally, he just hoped that a direct blaster shot to the leg would be the worst of it. Now he was on the run in a Public Galatic Transport to Coruscant. He would have to get away from this or he wouldn't live for long.

[Ariane]

((From Mon Calamari, to the Alliance base. Whee))

 

The Silence left Mon Cal. For the sake of speeding up a post, Ariane got to sleep on her way through hyperspace until the alarms went off. A Jedi could have exited hyperspace manually, of course, and someone extremely lazy could've had a droid exit hyperspace. She preferred a balance point, not leaving a droid to do all the work for her, but not possessing the extremely sub-human reflexes of a trained Jedi Knight.

 

The lone shuttle exited hyperspace in a stream of flowing stars.

[Kratos]

((3 days are up))

 

Kratos could feel his clone awakening in the clone tube. He was now fully consious and felt stronger than ever. Then a sudden feeling overcame him. He had lost to Hartel. He would make sure that the next time he had a chance he would kill Hartel like he did to him. Kratos drained the fliud around him and jumped out. He was not clothed so he pulled some spare from a nearby desk. He dressed himself and then relized he was in Dagon's shihhp. He could sense his Master's presense. He walked out of the room toward the signature of his master. Hopefully he would find him.

[Fynn Relmis]

Fynn's craft soared through hyperspace stopping only to change coordinates and make a series of uniform jumps to shake any followers.

 

"She's out there somewhere...but where."

 

The droid co-pilot bleeped back a short message

 

"Your right, it could be any jedi base."

 

Suddenly the computer fed back a response on the frequency scan.

 

"Aracoun Morion? Thats a pretty long jump. Alright prep series of jumps. I only hope we don't get there to late. Punch it R-5"

 

With that the shuttle shuddered and blasted back into starlines.

[ObliviousKnight]

A number of private shuttles and freighters descended upon the Alderaanian Graveyard almost all at once, obviously the select crew that Armiena Draygo had mentioned would be coming to take possession of the captured MC90 Cruiser and the various goodies that were stashed within its hull.

 

A weight of reverance immediately befell Armiena Draygo as she observed the Alderaanian Graveyard for the first time in years. It had been a long time, perhaps too long, perhaps not nearly long enough, she wasn't sure. Her homeworld's destruction and the tide of suffering that was present in its explosion's shockwave was a wound that the Jedi still carried in her heart, one that might never fully heal.

 

One that she never hoped would gain another partner.

 

In her cockpit, she paused. Armiena had prepared a number of gifts for her late father and closest friends, but she hesitated before keying her comm unit to recite the formal words of the Return. Instead, these words issued from her lips, in unpracticed pronunciation of a language that she was obviously not fluent in.

 

"Ni su'cuyi..."

 

I am alive...

 

"Gar kyr'adyc..."

 

But you are dead.

 

"Ni partayli..."

 

I remember you...

 

"Gar darasuum."

 

So you are eternal.

 

Grateful that her mother had declined to join her on this excursion in lieu of preparations on Coruscant, Armiena collapsed on the Ghost Breath's control surfaces and silently wept.

 

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Some time later, the private ships boarded the captured MC90 to take command of the Cruiser and the other goods that Armiena had ordered from Trowa Barton. Once the Jedi Master blazed through the transaction with almost frightening disregard for her money, she joined her partners on the bridge. Even though she had a pretty good grasp of capital ship tactics, the Alderaanian knew almost nothing about the actual operation of the cruiser, so she stayed out of the way of her crew and caressed her new Verpine shattergun rifle with almost loving attention.

 

Multi-caliber bore and magazine... perfect balance... anti-reflective device... multi-view scope... all under five kilos. This gun is a blooming work of art... With this rifle's design characteristics, she could turn a pebble into a deadly round. The Jedi Master and gun nut practically whimpered in pleasure as she rammed the stock up to her shoulder and viewed the world through its scope, causing the other Alderaanian in her crew to become slightly weirded out.

 

Once the cruiser's systems were inspected and confirmed for their integrity, the MC90 Cruiser disappeared into hyperspace.

 

Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Barton...

[Guest]

The mysterious figure's ship activated dropping out of hyperspace and returned to Cardia...