Space

[Cal Regium]

"Alright! Alright!" Cal said as he frustratingly made his way back to his bed trying to ignore the prettyboy comment. Lora had proven to him how resourceful she was and he was indebted to her.

 

Cal laid in his bed thinking about what Lora had meant when she called him a force user back on Myrkr. Why did the vornsykrs attack us like that, and why did Lora claim that it was my fault they were attracted to us? Cal gave the idea a little more thought as he felt the hyperdrive engines shift out of hyperspace. We must have arrived, he thought.

[handofthrawn]

Impressive, ShadowFett thought as his ship was sent into a hard and uncontrolled spin. It seemed that a great physical force had impacted with his ship, much like a collision, but his scanners told him that it had been a tractor beam. It must have reversed its effect to provide push instead of the standard pull.

 

The Vengeance's deflector shields were powerful and had taken the majority of the blow, but a section of hull plating had been cracked, damaging the circuits and systems directly beneath it. It wasn't anything that Fett required for combat, but the next time he wanted to check out a nebula he would have to get repairs...

 

Gaining control of the ship once again, the Mandalorian cranked the inertial compensator up to 97% for a moment as he pulled a tighter maneuver than most pilots would be comfortable with. He set it back to 94% as he leveled out into a smooth turn that brought him to face his opponent's ship head on.

 

He was mildly disappointed that he had not been able to track the Casino, but he felt that he had provided enough of a distraction to aid his allies at least somewhat. This pilot he was flying against was no ordinary pilot for sure, and it was impossible to tell how dangerous he could have been with a blaster rifle.

 

Regardless, Fett began to close the distance with his enemy's ship, a newer but less modified version of his own stock light freighter. He ordered 2277 to pour extra shield energy into his engines, reducing his shield strength but giving him a surprising boost of speed that closed the four clicks between him and his target in fifteen seconds.

 

As soon as he was in range, he opened fire with his pair of ion cannon, nine bolts striking with perfect accuracy, sending electricity dancing across his opponent's hull, completely disabling his ship, according to Fett's logic as well as his scanners.

 

Immediately pulling away to avoid a collision, the Mandalorian slowed down and executed a loop, approaching the dead ship, which was still moving due to its momentum. A little precision tractor beam work had it slowed to a halt. "2277, prepare a boarding tube," he said.

[Savior_of_the_Sith]

Sahv sat aboard his ship as it glided toward Mon Calamari. He could sense disturbances in the Force.

 

Insecurity. Confusion.

 

Were these things of the mystical sword Fynn had spoken of? Sahv did not know, but was soon to find out...

[Kirana Sunrider]

In the dark depths of space all is silent. The Jedi Knight at the controls, rouses from where she had slipped into an exhaustive rest, for the first time in ages with no nightmares. It took a moment for her to realise where she was, her memories flooding back to her of the confrontation with Nurgle. Her sleep had restored some of her strength and now she moved through to the medbay where she had managed to get Malin to before flying them away from that hell hole.

 

Still bound... still bound... still bound...

 

Kira shook her head as she sat on the chair beside Malin, taking his gloved hand in hers. She couldn't thank this man enough for what he had done for her. She opened her tired mind to his, giving back some of the strength he had given to her in the castle, knowing how weak he was...

 

"Please Malin... wake up..."

[Lord Asshat]

As the medium sized ship flew through space, Achzet was thinking if his master would recover.

 

Achzet looked at his own wound and there was a small trail of blood. He walked into the medical bay and tended to it for a short time.

 

Achzet began to look at his master. The healing process had begun and it the wound was slowly closing.

 

The ship rocketed through space until they arrived on Coruscant.

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

THrough the mighty power of insurance Scorp was able to fly his once damaged ship that had recently saved his life back to tatooine.

[Lord Asshat]

As the ship flew through the emptiness of space, Achzet turned to his master and gazed at the Jedi Knight. He began to look at his master's lightsaber and couldn't take his eyes off of it. He wanted one desperately, but he would have to wait until he was ready.

 

I know I am ready.

[Namiad Ydnah]

As the NimaH soared in space, Namiad contacted a salesman on coresant for a new driod called D7. Though the offer was great, Namiads instincts told him to look it over. "I should do a side job....." Namiad was wondering why that sith lord didnt kill him. "Next time I'll be ready." Namiad looked at the NimaH's right wing. It was a shrewed mess, but with proper mending, it could be fixed. "Great, more money to spend....." Namiad counted his credits to find that he only had $50,000 credits left out of $150,000. "I might as well steal food of the streets after I buy the droid.....unless...I steal the droid run like hell, and fly back to tatooine and buy a cheap home there." Namiad liked the sound of that, but chose not to get his hopes up. Maybe he'll get a job as an assassin. Namiad took out a photo album of when Cire was still alive and he himself was 19. He was a Merc back in those days, making more money than he did now. Namiad stared in front of him and saw that coresant was a while from where he was from.

Then suddenly, the small radio on the NimaHs computer came on. Namiad flicked on the radio and a familiar voice came on. "MR.Ydnah, I got information on a heist in the Gold cassino, and you being a- Namiad interupted, "Want me to find the ones responsible and bring them in."

"YES." the voice sayed. Namiad paused for one seccond. "Sure, count me in."

Edited November 20, 2005 by Guest

[handofthrawn]

OOC: If you can't post in three days, you can wait three more. Three day rule.

 

IC: ShadowFett dropped through the hole he had had cut by the boarding tool, Westars armed and raised. He didn't immediatly see Rahalin, his opponent, but he knew that the man was prepared for such a boarding action. Snapping down his infrared visor, he located him behind cover, apparently armed.

 

The Mandalorian simply rolled a frag grenade in that direction. Rahalin detected it and executed a backwards roll to get out of its blast radius, opening fire on Fett's position as he did so. Fett dodged the poorly-aimed shots with ease and, using the cover of the now-flying shrapnel of his frag, returned fire.

 

His shots were on-target and they struck Rahalin on his chest three times with the fourth in his throat, killing him. The Mandalorian approached the man's corpse and shook his head. "Never miss," he said darkly. "Oftentimes, you're not going to get a chance to redeem yourself from a mistake such as that."

 

ShadowFett proceeded to access the ship's storage and found the torpedo rack. He rigged one of the warheads to detenate after a slow overload. The resulting exposion would set off the other warheads, providing a force capable of tearing the disabled starship apart.

 

And it did. From the safety of his own YT-2000, Fett watched the ship blow into fragments in a stunningly-bright series of flashes.

 

His task complete and his mission ultimately incapable of being completed, as he had lost the Casino, Fett turned his ship towards Dubrillion and entered hyperspace.

[Malin Kyrell]

Malin just lies there, still and stiff as a corpse, and due to his facial quirks, looks just about as healthy as one.

 

Still, for Malin, that's not necessarily a bad thing.

 

Life well springs in him slowly, building off the energy Kirana gave, emblazing the tiny spark that was left in the Jedi's faded body. Faded is perhaps the best term for him as there is nothing else really physically wrong- merely a weariness of the spirit.

 

"Kirana..." he whispers, tightening his glove hand. "We did it..." Though weak, his mind is as lucid as ever.

 

Thank you, Kirana. I'm glad I was able to be of help. I believe that while there may be some lingering traces of darkness left, you're free, unless you choose to return. We should head back to the Temple as a report is in order. I also believe Locke will be waiting for you.

 

Malin tries to sit up and partially succeeds, before falling on his back again.

 

I think though, that I should like to rest for a while.

[Slicer]

Slicer soon took the controls from his boss. He was silently fumeing about the fact they had left people behind which was a major no-no. Only his greed and the fact he had the credits on this ship kept him from screaming. He looked at the two members flying with him. one was already pretty much down and fracas was hurt and missing a limb. Between the two he could knock them both out dump them out of the ship and have all the criedts for himself. He already had bounty hunters after him. Having a casino and Black Sun after him wouldn't make his life anymore difficult then having just one of those groups after him. Sure all of his now team mates would become enemies but that was a loss he could deal with.

 

He smiled at the though of being so rich. He would be untouchable with that amount of money. He decxided that the course of action would however be bad as his solider training began to kick in. So with a shruggle he altered the course for correction to durbillion and continued piolioting now only fantising about such an idea. Knowing his training prevented him from such.

 

((We will arrive in my next post I want time for people to have the same thoughts as I had or other ones.))

[Bekka]

As her ship entered hyperspace, she set the alarm, and went back to check on John... on her way to him, she dropped her overnight bag into her room.

 

She reached him, and noticed he was a mess... "Look at yourself... you are a mess. Let's get you cleaned up... "

 

She grabbed his hand and lead him to her room and to the fresher...

[John Skywalker]

He looked at her and let her take his hand... "Thank you, but I am fine. Take me to Dubrillion, I will reclaim my ship and possessions and we shall part ways there. I have a need to return to my Brothers and I fear it is urgent."

 

His voice was different and partially weak, the Pirate had been Force-sensitive and in battle, John feared, it was beginning to show itself. He would have been a great asset for the Sith, but he knew the Sith would be least trusting of a Pirate than they would be a Jedi.

 

He motioned for her to return to the cockpit, he'd deal with his problem of his own accord, the Black Sun would have the means to... 'fix' his dilemma.

[Bekka]

Bekka waved him off... "Nonsense... the ship is on auto pilot, we are making three jumps back... no sense in taking a chance that we will be followed there.. oh... and your face is plastered all over the holonet... you are probably one of the most famous sith at the moment... "

 

She pushed him down on the camode and covered his mouth with her hand... "Stop... I'm going to help whether you like it or not... so you might as well just let me." She got out some bacta pads, and some pain killers... she he grabbed her hand when she went to open them... and he said her name... she just rolled her eyes and showed him the label... "Just regular aspirin... don't worry... see. It is only to help the pain in your head you have got to be feeling from getting your head pummeled... "

 

She cleaned him up, patched him up... taking care not to hurt him more... and looked at him... "Um... thanks for not pummeling me... sorry I knocked you off your feet, but you had to start a fire... " she smiled, and reached into a closet and pulled out a shirt for him... "Here... put this on... and I think I have some pants in the room that you can wear... "

 

she headed out into the room and turned... "Oh, and Ganelon was going to leave without both of us... Just so you know... "

[John Skywalker]

He nodded and offered no resistance, what she had said was right... they'd be at Dubrillion soon and he could... remove his broken extremity, there. He'd seen his Master do it before... he'd done on himself, as well... after all, the pain was numbed but it was still excruciating. His leg was practically hanging on threads of flesh. This was a moment where he'd appreciate his lightsaber or some other cauterizing agent.

 

He looked at her and offered a smile, "I know. He's a dirty monkey-lizard, what did you expect?"

[Bekka]

She came back with some pants for him and tossed them to him...she hestitated a moment... "John, look unless that ship is vitally important... I did um... take our share off of Ganelon's hands... but I have every intention of telling him that... when we get there... or if there is somewhere else you want me to drop you... " She looked at his leg... "I have a bacta bath...sorry no tank, but it could heal that up for you... "

[John Skywalker]

Now that he could focus on his leg, he realized that it was still bleeding beneath the covers and he nodded, "I have some fairly important valuables I'd need from Dubrillion, so I'd like to be dropped off there... I could use it."

 

He sat up and poked the bottom portions of his legs and began to realize that he had no feeling in it... apparently the nerve endings were severed. He had seen his former Master cope with such an injury and knew what he had to do... time for a little gruesome Mad Scientist...

 

He looked at the stump and said, "Sweetheart, you might wanna turn away... this is... going to be ugly." In a quick tear, he removed the extremity and looked at the bleeding stump, applying bacta patches all over it to close the skin until he got to Dubrillion where a slightly more permanent solution could be dealt with...

[Bekka]

Bekka watched as John tore the leg off... As he started bleeding, she knelt down and helped him and took out a hot iron... She looked up at him... "This is going to hurt... alot... " In one quick motion before he could say no... she put the hot iron on his stump, to cauterize it and stop the bleeding... using all her weight, she held it there... until she smelled burnt flesh... she took it away and grabbed a fresh bacta pad.

[John Skywalker]

John winced, grimaced and screamed a thousand and one expletives in his mind... Basic, Huttese, Archaic Sith, and a score of other languages that John had become fluent in through passing. When she removed the hot iron he looked at the imprints on his leg stump and said... "Dubrillion, I want my damn lightsaber... and some parts."

 

His eyes were weary as they looked up at her, "Let's meet up with the bastards, plus that ship has the coordinates for where I need to go and I need to go there... alone."

[Bekka]

Bekka looked at him... she could see pain on his face, but he hid it well... Impressed by him even more... "Don't worry John... we will be there soon... " She looked at her watch... "only about two and a half hours... you'll have your saber... sorry I didn't think to bring it... and once we leave Dubrillian, I need to go alone as well... and I doubt our paths will cross again."

 

She stood up and helped him up... letting him put his weight on her... she helped him to her bed and put him in it... she got him some pillows, and pulled up the covers... "you need some rest... I'll get you something to drink, and I can get you something for the pain if you want it... "

[John Skywalker]

He shook his head, "No, I'll need the pain for what I'm about to do... call it a quest of sorts."

 

He closed his eyes in the bed, having hopped all the way there, "Do dispose of my leg... I'd hate for my genetic signature to fall into the wrong hands. Some people are weird."

 

He then settled into sleep... it was absent of dreams and almost restful, if it were not for the impending need to approach Cardia.

[Kirana Sunrider]

A tear trickled down her face in relief that he was ok. It had been a strange ordeal and she was greatful that it was over.

 

"Just lie there Malin, regain your strength. I'll set a course for the Temple. I hope you're right about Locke..."

 

She squeezed his gloved hand again, showing how grateful she was before she headed back into the cockpit with a lighter heart. Coming out from another random jump, Kira set a course for the Jedi Academy on Coruscant, watching as white streaks again filled up the front view screen.

[Fynn Relmis]

The Templar streaked through hyperspace, little more then a glint of of light. Aboard Fynn relaxed going over the vision again in his mind. He sought an answers to the puzzle...but the more he contemplated the less he remembered. Still he knew what he had seen and felt, there could be no confusion of that. If only he could...

 

The warning sirens flared, Tatooine was coming up. "Dace, were coming up on Tatooine, not much to see but thought you'ld like to know..." Fynn said to his compatriot.

 

The ship slowed its engines, slowly slipping back into normal space.

[Bekka]

Bekka watched as John drifted off into sleep and then went to the galley and brought him something to drink, and some food... she headed back to the cockpit to wait on the last drop out of hyperspace... as they did, she put in the last coordinates to Dubrillian... Only another hour and a half.

 

She headed back to her room, and took out an outfit... heading into the fresher she showered and changed out of her foam covered outfit, and then went and sat in the chair next to the bed... she watched him for a bit...

[Dace Endac]

Dace seemed quite awake now, "Good" he siad simply. He looked at Fynn "About before, sorry for not really talking I was just thinking about.....Family Matters" He sighed. He looked around at the empty space. He felt like it was his duty as a jedi to find out about his grandfather. He was sucha great man, maybe a great jedi. But all he could do was wait, he had a mission to do first.

 

He looked at Fynn "Did you feel that, another ripple. Its like its calling out, though, its so small I can't really home in on it. Its like echoing of other things. I think Tatooine may be one of the those things." He looked at the empty space again "Lets carry on, we have no time to lose. The sith or another faction that dislikes us, coudl already be getting close. We do have a limit for time on this mission I think"

[Namiad Ydnah]

Namiad left the casino, hoping that he could find the ship that contained the money, he didnt realy care about the people. "Let me see, there's five of them..........and one of me, I don't know what they look like, and my ship is falling apart, I only have 50,000 credits, they have whatever, and if I cant beat these people or I'm going to end up like Cire." Namiad flied on aimlessly through space. Namiad started to think about Orik, and how that he was nearly inches from death for being too reckless. "Dont worry, I'll be ready next time....." Namiad sighed, he would need to hitch hike another ship due that he had a lightsaber mark his right wing, and that wing of this ship was falling apart from the rest of it. Namiad sighed again and turned on his radio. "Is any one out there who is willing to help a black N1 starfighter called the NimaH, I will offer $50,000 credits to any one who will help, my name is Namiad Ydnah." Namiad said waiting for a response from a sith, jedi, bountyhunter, or thief.

[John Skywalker]

The Sith Master was within the cockpit of his midnight black A-wing, the vessel was just like him... and like him, the R7 droid beeped in confusion. John never much liked droids, never liked machines, never much liked becoming what he hated... the dead and lifeless... yet he was. His leg... was lifeless metal. He would have cursed it and tore back out and remained a stump if he'd be left completely useless... at least now, he was functional. He hated it, but he had something to focus his hatred on and it was... his weakness. He was too easily defeated by the bounty hunter. He was broken... and he clenched his teeth, his anger and pain and resentment brimming to the surface. He punched the hyperspace coordinates after his brief respite, with the jumps set for Cardia... the Sith Academy.

 

He did not know what to expect and he could feel his strength leaving him, he drew upon the power of life and his being... his blood, his life. Without a portion of him, he felt... weakened. He could feel his own strength straining itself as he piloted the vessel... perhaps he needed a true rest. Perhaps, he was being torn apart by guilt and grief... he didn't know what it was, he only knew he'd have a great deal to face in the few months to come. He leaned back and placed the ship on auto-pilot, he would awaken in a few hours when the ship would call his attention for a landing...

[Slicer]

Slicer looked down at durbillion one more time before setting in his coordinates for his next destination. He had a very strange feeling. One he couldn't quite place however he knew that the feeling did not come from with in him. It was more of the feeling one got standing to close to a shield generator. Only on a much larger scale. IT would seem he was sensing power of some sort. Running a scan on his ship he found it wasn't his ship creating the feeling.

 

Gunning up his enegines he flew a few parsecs out and was still peturbed by the feeling. the only thing he could determine so far about the feeling is that ever was causing it he wanted it. It felt powerful. Sending his computer on a research task to find what it could be or to give him info on what the feeling could mean he also set the computer on finshing his desgins for his suit of armor. Then punching in the coordinates he shot into hyperspace.

 

Unbuckling himself from his harness he stood up and walked over to his guest.

 

"Do you watch the holonet?" He asked as a shadow passed over his face. His right hand was near his hip as it normal rested. He glanced at his cockpit before turning back to her again.

[Rajah]

"Holonet?" she asked with a snort. "Sorry. Don't bother with it. It's nothing but underhanded deception and sleazy propoganda 99.9% of the time. I'd trust the trechery of Palpatine himself before believing anything on holonet."

 

She turned away momentarily, then spun back to face Slicer. Her eyes narrowed. "Why ask about holonet right away?" She stepped a little closer. "Please tell me I'm not an unwitting accomplice to whatever it was you've just done..."

[Slicer]

"No your not an accomplice. For if you were you would have some serious cash. As of now I am a millionare." Suddenly his computer beeped alerting him that it had gather information on what he had requested. HE walked over and skimmed through most of it promising to look back later at it in detail. However what caught his eyes was that the thing that was bothering him was just a sword with untold power. Saving this to his ship he turned around.

 

"So is there anyplace you would like to go?"