Space

[Dar'Manda]

After making the several preplanned hyperspace jumps, keeping up the secure end incase anyone had tried to follow them upon leaving Artus, Canderous set the controls to autopilot on toward their final destination. Still wondering across his mind were many questions.

 

Why had the Empire and Sith attacked them on Artus? Where were the rest of the Black Sun members when they were needed the most? What in the hell was going on exactly? These were just a few of what tore at Canderous's mind as he turned to meet Crosa's gaze.

 

"While we give our brother a slightly proper burial with what we can, please explain to me what you know exactly? On why Artus happened, i mean." Canderous, his words echoing of the blank statements that ran through his mind. After all, all he knew was one minute he was bound for Coruscant, only to be told the other's had gone back to Artus. And upon his arrival there.... chaos and betrayl.

[The Black Sun Armada]

The Blood Carver and the two human pilots were the only one on board. It had been the last ship to flee Kraysis.

 

"With your ship attached, we can jump to the rest of our forces."

 

The stars streaked, and a short time later after making several jumps to disguise their route, the ship emerged amongst hundreds of other transport and escort vessels. The Blood Carver transmitted his voice to the other ships.

 

"Piccolo has instructed me to inform you all of the situation. He has decided to dissolve the council, due to the inactivity of its other members. Space Pirates should never have been permitted into the Black Sun anyway. He is looking for a safe location for us, and will transmit it soon. Be patient."

 

The Blood Carver turned to Terra.

 

"Follow me."

 

He led her into the empty hold. It was large enough to qualify as a training area.

 

"You have to show your skills as a new member of the Black Sun. Come at me."

[Omega73]

Crosa nodded. He looked around for either some kind of box or blanket. He found a large peice of cloth and started wrapping Delta's deceased body in it.

 

"Well you see, I don't understand all of it either, but I will try the best I can to explain to you what I do know."

 

Crosa continued to wrap up Delta73 while speaking.

 

"To my understanding, The Empire and Black Sun had worked out a ceasefire between them which had lasted until Piccolo attacked one of the sith that were taking over the Rebel Base at Gala. The Empire, being allies with the sith, were very displeased."

 

When Crosa was finished wrapping up Delta, he brought the body over the the ejecting port for dumping.."

 

"So The Empress made sure that would not happen again by sending over a good amount of stormtroopers as well as two sith to Artus. They expected that to 'put us in our place'. I delivered a message to Piccolo from the Empire, requesting another ceasefire. I honestly don't know how Piccolo responded."

 

After Crosa was finished talking, he made sure that ejecting Delta's body into space would not do any harm to him or Canderous. Crosa was never much for words, so he simply said

 

"Space Burial, a true burial for a soldier and a warrior."

 

Without anymore to say, Crosa pressed the eject button, and Delta was thrown into space.

 

 

((Not even sure if there is an ejecting port in a corvette, so sorry if I went against any rules))

[Terra]

Terra followed the Blood Carver into an empty hold.

 

"You have to show your skills as a new member of the Black Sun. Come at me."

 

Terra smiled at the challenge. She laughed, ”œAs you wish, but remember one thing Blood Carver, I'm an Echani.”

[Dar'Manda]

((I'm not sure either. There should be though, for waste disposal and such. BSA, i'm going to acknowledge your comm in the post to put us in their location.))

 

Canderous followed Crosa to the hangar area, the young Mando obviously looking for something to wrap their brother's defeated body in. It had been awhile since Canderous had attended a Mandalorian Funeral, the last being the one he tried ever so long to forget. Watching Crosa begin to wrap Delta's body up in a piece of cloth, the memory of the day flushed back into his mind.

 

It was a sorrowful day on Mandalore, and Canderous was only sixteen or seventeen at the time. His father and went with the current Mandalore at the time to Shogun, to aid their brethren in the fight again the other rogue clans that had started such a war on the planet. But both had returned without life, their death being one that seemed to leave their destiny unfulfilled, and their families without a father. That was the day Canderous was forced to take up the mantle of Mandalore.

 

Snapping back to reality as Crosa began his tale of what he knew had happened, Canderous found it all too true. "So, the Empire attacks us and then has the nerve to request a ceasefire?" Canderous asked, his words showing his hate for the Empire even before his joining the Black Sun, his eyes watching Crosa load Delta into the waste disposal. "Then let's hope Piccolo shoved it into thier face."

 

Watching Crosa hit the eject button, Canderous's comm went off as a Black Sun channel flew open upon the Blood Carver's annoucement. Canderous nearly jumped for joy at the annoucement of the council being called off, his hate for the 'forced' council showing even more than his hate for the Empire. If it had been Canderous's choice, he would have taken them all on single handedly, death or life mattering not.

 

Opening up the comm channel, he sent a reply to the Blood Carver. "This is former Vigo Canderous Bralor along with Crosa. That is indeed good news to hear. We will be awaiting further orders along with the rest." Canderous spoke into the comm, his voice echoing through the slightly static frequency. "Ohh, and before i forget.... our plight at Artus was not in vain. I managed to help Piccolo secure a prisoner as you should very well know, as well as what Cortorsis we still owned. Bralor out."

[Piccolo]

A heavily encrypted message arrives for the Black Sun forces from an untraceable location.

 

"Disguise your route. Go to Selvaris. You will be safe there."

[Delta73]

Delta eyes snapped open, he was in some sort of medical bay or ship...

 

”œHello there, you are finally awake.”

[Idarah]

:= Idejjen passed rather awkwardly after Quintus toward what seemed to be the Black Sun Citadel =:

[The Black Sun Armada]

(Sorry for the wait Terra)

 

The Blood Carver had allowed her to show some of her skill. Now it was time to return the favor. As she swung her legs in, the creature revealed its agility. It's inverted legs acted like springs, or the legs of a grasshopper. The creature hopped over the attack, before slamming both feet into her mid-section. It somersaulted off of her as its attack struck, landing again.

 

"Alright, get up. Not bad, but you can do better. Try again. Think before you attack."

[Terra]

(No problem)

 

As Terra swung her kick at the Blood Carver's legs, he suddenly jumped over it and kicked her in chest. Terra stumbled back coughing.

"Alright, get up. Not bad, but you can do better. Try again. Think before you attack."

 

Terra nodded and slowly advanced, bringing her leg up and kicked the

Blood Carver in the chest with a swift front kick.

 

Well, this is fun.

 

Terra somersaulted to her right and flung a punch at his ribs.

 

”œHow much more do you need to know?”

[Skye Organa]

Serenity surfed through hyperspace on it's way to where the Healer was called...

[Gavin Ryaro]

Gavin was a little unsure about the technology that was carrying him to Ilum. Something this high-tech shouldn't have been reserved for the Special Ops. This could have been very useful to many people, but that wasn't his call. For now, he was content to ride in seclusion, meditating in the seat that fit him best. Next to him, his master was doing...something, which Gavin wasn't particularly too keen to know about.

 

He stood and made his way to the galley, preparing himself a steaming mug of hot caf. He sat down at an empty table and enjoyed the drink while he waited for the pair to arrive at Ilum.

[The Black Sun Armada]

The Carver slashed her hand away, drawing blood.

 

"A lot. You have to think more, plan more carefully, and be more detailed in your execution."

 

The Blood Carver had noted Terra's skill. But she needed to refine it more. With some training, she would be ready. She had a great deal of potential.

[Ary the Grey]

Aryian zoomed through space. Frozen monkey. Blah.

[Terra]

Terra watched as the Blood Carver struck. Everything about the creature seemed deadly. But she had spent her life fighting monsters far more dangerous. She smiled at the blood this creature had drawn from her.

 

"A lot. You have to think more, plan more carefully, and be more detailed in your execution."

 

”œVery well, I shall be more careful.”

[Omega73]

((Alright, I'm heading to Selvaris))

 

A ship landed in the hangar of the Silver Exile. Crosa approached the ship asking what it wanted. The Captain explained to Crosa that they thought that the Silver Exile was a medical ship and that the Captain had thought that they could assist. Crosa, after explaining that the Silver Exile was in fact not a medical ship, asked if he could join them in the ride to Selvaris. The Captain approved, and Crosa hopped on the ship, heading for Selvaris.

 

 

((Kind of a third person view, but I decided it would be quicker and more to the point...)

[Dar'Manda]

((Yeah, i was just about to post us leaving for Selvaris. Oh well. ))

 

Watching Crosa leave after recieving the comm from Piccolo, Canderous made his way back to the bridge and exited near the planet of Selvaris. Had it not been for a frozen monkey getting in the way, he would have been there sooner.

[Masochist]

*As the cold dark breeze blew through the airless blackness that was space, Maso sat comfortable on his beach chair as he floated sipping on a cup of Iced Jawa Juice under an umbrella trying to stay out of the different suns optic rays. He wore sun glasses and smiled highly at the planets.*

 

"LET THE TORTURE BEGIN!"

 

*cracks whip*

[Deton]

Shuttles and transports all tore their way through hyperspace. Each and every single one was carrying a payload of troops.

 

There seemed to be yet another problem in another sector of the galaxy, and naturally any problem of the Empire was a problem for a stormtroopers. It was akin to anytime Clark kent saw danger he would say "THIS LOOKS LIKE A JOB FOR SUPERMAN!"

 

Well for the Empire, when ever a problem or a trouble sector arose it screamed. "THAT IS CLEARLY A JOB FOR A STROM TROOPER!"

 

Deton however didn't mind it much. It was his way of giving back to the galaxy. Helping to make it into a better, more efficent and safer place for the good of all.

[ObliviousKnight]

"Master Draygo, installing the prosthetic will only take a short time. However, due to the procedure in order to insert the implant required to use it, it will be necessary to sedate you for a few hours."

 

"Resting"--that is to say--lying in a cot in the tiny medical bay of the Ghost Breath, staring apprehensively at a very large needle that was pointed directly at my temple, I simply nodded at the ancient 2-1B's instructions. The droid had been programmed to speak in a soothing, calm tone, meticulously calculated to reassure nervous patients, but with that silver lance mere centimeters from burrowing into my skull, I found it difficult to concentrate on anything but the droid's tools.

 

Arm, you realized what you were getting into when you designed that thing. Now be a big girl and deal with it.

 

"That's... fine. If you don't mind, I was planning on going into a healing trance during the operation." When I finally succeeded in driving my body into a hibernation state to achieve the unconsciousness necessary for the surgery, I heard the faintest whisper of my mother's voice speaking into my ears.

 

We can rebuild you. We have the technology. You will be better than you were before. Better, stronger, faster... more reliable, more efficient, shinier...

[Ariane]

It had been a long time since Ariane had done anything, and now she was on space--on route to do something. Very long time, she thought, and tried to remember what had happened.

 

A lot. Life was a blur and now she was in a ship in the cold of space--probably heading off for, at the very least, pain, agony, and death all in the name of the Alliance.

 

Oh, now, where did that come from? she thought sarcastically. It was true. She hadn't gone off to do anything violent in a while. Last thing she really remembered was that she had been trying to put together a squadron. That had fallen apart, and now she was just Captain Kyrie, well burrowed into the operations of the Alliance and a never ending war between good and evil, Jedi and Sith, Alliance and Empire. Every day itself could have been suicidal. No one in the employment of warfare could guarentee they'd live another day to be in space, all limbs intact.

 

Your daughter is dead, she firmly told her distracted mind. Well, no, it wasn't so distracted as it was focused--on the fact that everything she did now risked her death.

 

Your daughter is dead. Dead because you sent her to the Jedi.

 

Your husband is dead.

 

Dead because of the Empire.

 

Strange that you should internally war against two factions. But eventually, you must take a side. If your daughter is dead, it is because she fought for good, and therefore it is the side you chose...

 

Space was big. Very big.

 

Big enough that here, Ariane could wonder if it was worth it to hang onto her angst. Probably not, not if she was going to do anything in the here and now.

 

She headed off to a destination somewhere in that largeness that was space.

[Raven Nasra]

Raven's Ship the Trigon's Fury, exited hyperspace at the Rendezvous point her master had determined. Raven was still slightly crying, she wiped the tears from her eyes and commed her Master...

 

"Master, what do we do now?"

 

She waited for a response, hoping her master had not seen or felt her fears...

[The Black Sun Armada]

The creature gasped in surprise. He began coughing uncontrollably for several moments.

 

"That was . . . good . . . but . . . stop."

 

The Blood Carver twisted its neck in pain. It's voice sounded low and gravelly.

 

"Alright. Why don't you pilot us to the main base? You are in. Take us to Selvaris."

[Terra]

Terra leaned over the pained creature and squatted down to hear it better as it croaked,

 

"That was . . . good . . . but . . . stop. Alright. Why don't you pilot us to the main base? You are in. Take us to Selvaris."

 

”œThank you Blood Carver. I shall do that right away!”

[Syn]

The Unlucky 7 popped in and out of hyperspace at undisclosed and random locations. Running at full thrust the ship and its crew moved with ease. Each time the ship returned to real space scans were engaged on the hull, searching for tracking devices and unwanted guests, as well as the surroundings looking for anything that might have followed it. Finding none the ship darted back into Hypersace.

 

From within the ship, An-Dur rose from the Cockpit and headed to his room, in an attempt to get some rest to prepare for what was to come. he left Ichigo to his own devices, the ship engaged on autopilot with the inputed destination. Inside his room An-Dur quickly fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of his parents, his surrogate father Sato Sora and his new future as well as a certain human female.

 

An-Dur awoke what seemed like several minutes later in a cold sweat, he had envisioned his base burning, everyone he cared for, everything he worked for, engulfed in flames. He himself, severely wounded, crawling away from his ruined and destroyed life, leaking a trail of blood; he agonizingly crawled towards his ship, which was engulfed in flames, before it too exploded into a fiery wreck. The last thought he had was being eaten alive by a pack of vornskyr. The Zabrak didn't understand it, one minute it was a good, really good dream, the next a horrible nightmare. An-Dur arose from the bed, shaken to his core and walked towards the sink in his room and washed his face several times trying to rid himself of the dream and his cold sweat.

 

He emerged from his room and walked back to the cockpit in a black suit with light blue tie, white shirt and dress shoes. His shoulder holsters exchanged for hip holsters and his Mando blasters placed in one at each side of his hip. Still somewhat haunted by the dream he entered the bridge, like an entirely different person. An-Dur sat in the cushioned seat and disengaged the auto-pilot, looked down at the internal clock only to find it several hours later and reemerged in real space, repeating the process once more.

 

The ship blinked once more into hyperspace, only a several light years from to Manaan...

[Ichigo Kurosaki]

Ichigo didn't have much to do during the trip to Manaan, and after a short while of staring out into the blueness of hyperspace he gave his friend a pat on the shoulder and got up from his seat making his way to his cabin so that he could get some shut eye before he arrived for training with his master. It was still hard to believe a Jedi had sent word for him to be trained, how he had known of Ichigo's existence was odd enough, it must have been the moment he had been isolated from the rest of his populous that he was found and thus this master sent him a message as soon as his tremor was felt. Ichigo was happy to be found trainable by the Jedi, but alas, he was unsure it was his path to choose. He felt that something elsewhere was lurking, awaiting Ichigo to find it and become one with it.

 

However, all this philosophy amongst other things was beginning to make Ichigo's headache and he finally laid down on his bed, allowing the stress of all the forecoming, and what he was leaving behind to roll over him and leave him with nothing but the placidness of a comfortable mattress and a pillow. He began to drift into a sleep, allowing his body to regenerate the energy he would undoubtedly need in the time ahead of him.

 

Ichigo was walking amongst the surface of a planet with rolling hills and valley, with meadows and plains as far as the eye could see. Such wonderful scenery gave him a feel of the serenity of life, and he stood there and embraced it in full. He began to allow the warm sunset take his body, and give it new light and allowed himself to just stand and enjoy this rarely enjoyed feeling. The wind began to chill just softly, rustling through his orange hair and giving him a slight cool off int he heat of the dramatic sun.

 

However, he was not alone, the footsteps of another soon came forward to him and he looked up to see another man standing beside him. This one was dressed in all white, with a black undershirt beneath his jacket. His hair was lank and dark, and he just stood there as well taking in the same thing Ichigo had been. He looked model, someone anyone could envy, someone anyone could see as a hero.

 

"This is pleasant isn't it Ichigo. It has been sometime since I saw you last, only then you were not able to see me or hear the words I spoke, you were not ready for my wisdom then, but now it appears you are able to comprehend everything I have said, and thus it may be time for me to reveal myself, and guide you to your path."

 

Ichigo just stared blankly at this man. He was kind-faced, with his long hair wept back with but a few strands remaining in front of his face giving him a face of power, but also one of charm and trust. Ichigo was unsure of his words, but he did feel familiar, his presence made him feel more at home with himself. Who was this man, and when did he last meet him.

 

"My name is Rivan. I am the one who will guide you to a path only you out of so many have been selected for. This honor has only been given to a select few over hundreds of years, I was awaiting you to come of age Ichigo. You have a power to become more than anyone before you, but to do this you must recognize the force as it is. This is why you will train to become a Jedi.

 

"Some see the Jedi as weak honor-bound selfless hero-driven fools. I however do not. The Jedi have a power no other could ever understand, the power of righteousness the power of determination at any cost. To protect what you hold dear, not for the sake for fighting spirit, but for those who may be just strangers to you. Such a trait is admirable, and it is my desire that you become a great Jedi Knight Ichigo. Can you do that for me?"

 

Ichigo could not help but be swayed by the man's words. His voice was soothing and he seemed to be so calm and serene about all of his points that it would be hard not to be persuaded to do what his will was. Ichigo, was no fool however, and he saw reason in the words of Rivan. He looked to the man and nodded.

 

"I will be a Jedi Knight, not only for your Rivan, but for me."

 

Rivan smiled, "Good. Now wake up Ichigo Kurosaki, your journey is about to begin."

 

Ichigo woke up more calm and more invigorated than he was before he slept, all his doubts were cleared, all his thoughts were at ease, and he was now ready to begin the training many wished for. He got up and went to the cockpit to see An-dur already waiting for him.

 

"Did you get some rest too?"

[Tiana Calthye]

They were in space. Space which was large enough Tiana only barely found her mind flitted back to another figure somewhere else--in space--she recognized.

 

She set the memory away.

 

Mother?

 

No.

 

Of course her parents were long dead in the destruction (s) of Coruscant. And even if they had survived, they surely thought their wayward daughter was either dead, or a Jedi Knight by now...

 

From the Domino Tiana commed back Raven. "Well, we could land on Naboo, or we could sit up here in space and have a deep phychological discussion about the Force. Space is a good place to do that... heh, reach out for a bit anyway. Take a look at what's out there. Nothing. Space is so big that all you can see with the Force, immediately, is no life, is dark, is miserable."

 

Tiana missed Hoth.

 

"Get familiar with it; comfortable with it. And if you're going to spend time crying, at least come to terms with why."

 

Tiana gestured loosely, though Raven could never have seen it. She was in her X-wing while her apprentice was somewhere else entirely.

 

"So, go ahead. Land or stay."

[Raven Nasra]

Raven nodded and stretched out with her feelings, and meditated”¦..

 

Her feelings stretched out from her, out of the ship and into her vast surroundings.

 

Space, so full, yet so empty, filled with the never ending struggle of Dark versus Light, the black void with only starlight to fill the great abyss. Raven feelings stretched and found something, A small ship hurtling through hyperspace, a ship filled with refugees from Corascant, only the young and the very old, the rest had been taken by the Sith for...only the force knew.

 

A small child cried over the loss of her father in the war with the Sith”¦.

 

And then they were gone, far away, towards another distant planet, that would also soon be conquered by the Sith. Raven stretched out again and found nothing but a dark void filled with”¦nothing.

 

Raven activated her comm,

 

”œAs you wish master, to Naboo we go!”

[Terren Jethrow]

Once we hit space, I gently let the engines die, allowing them to idle. I could feel the ship come to a slow drift.

 

After assuring myself that we were safe, I turned around to face Sydney.

 

"I have some business to take care of. After that, however, I'd be more than willing to catch up on things with you."

 

She eyed me in that way she always used to. I cracked a small smile. It only remained on my face for a second before I wore my normal mask of neutrality.

 

"I've just received a new gift I'm eager to try out. Excuse me," I said to her.

 

I pushed myself up from the chair and moved over to the large crate I'd gotten from Dagon.

 

Eager, but trying not to show it, I slid the top off.

 

I could only gaze at the marvel: My new armor. Resting on top was the helmet, which I gently reached down for. I picked it up like it was glass; the top of the polished helmet gleamed in my gloomily lit ship; the T-shaped visor was as intimidating as I'd hoped.

 

I found myself turning towards Sydney with a large grin on my face.

 

The rest of the armor followed; It was perfect. It matched every specification I required.

 

I started taking off my other set of armor and tossed in on the floor. Only my undershirt and leggings were left.

 

The first part, I decided, would be the greaves. I pulled them up over my hips. They felt weightless as I twisted and bent.

 

The boots were the next part; I slid them on and could instantly feel the gel inset form to my foot and thighs. I wiggled my foot a bit and noticed a perfect fit.

 

He's good, I thought. Very good.

 

The best was yet to come, however. I picked up the chest plate, also deceivingly light. The red lace over the black paint job was a sight to behold. I couldn't help but smile once more as I slid it over my head. I rotated my head and shoulders to find my maximum range of movement, which turned out to be excellent.

 

The gloves came next. They were as I expected: A perfect fit.

 

Almost hesitantly, I reached for the helmet once more. Staring into the T-visor, I could only imagine what others would see. It slid onto my head almost effortlessly. Instantly my systems control was initiated. Display screens popped up all over my visor, yet I already knew I was the only one that could see it. It showed all of my systems, my health monitor, and other assorted things I'd have fun exploring.

 

I flipped on my external speakers and couldn't resist.

 

"Does this suit make me look fat?" I asked jokingly of Sydney.

[Guest]

Sydney had sat down and leaned against a table and placed her elbow on it letting her cheek rest in the palm of her hand. She saw his face and the big grin on it. He'd changed. Alot.

 

She let a small smile appear across her face then it was gone in an instant. Her eyes scanned the giant room. Her eyes that showed years of hard work and sleepless days. Her face showed the rough life of a bounty hunter yet it always seemed to have a softness about it.

 

She closed her eyes,not out of respect to Terren,she could care less about seeing him undress but more of she need to think and she couldn't do that with her eyes wandering around the room.

 

She opened her eyes and looked to Terren as he asked her a question. She nodded without a slight hint of humor. Then a big smile crossed her face as she couldn't resist. How long it had been since she was able to smile.