1 - Beginnings

[Veeren]

That same old dream kept coming back into Veeren's mind. He could no longer tell if it was a dream or a memory; it kept coming back as vivid as ever. It would start as his former mentor laid dying in his arms, staying on that scene for what seemed like an eternity until rapidly flying through Veeren's life after that event. The smuggling, the hiding, the running, the escaping, the training, and the thinking. The dream would then cut to unknown scenes; scenes of people with blurred faces and muffled voices. Scenes of turmoil and obvious action. Veeren always woke up right as one of the faces turned to face him; leaving him awake and half lurched up. He looked around, seeing nothing but darkness and crates all around him. Where am I? Veeren thought to himself as he positioned into a better sitting position. He could hear the humming of the engines faintly through the walls around him.

Trandoshans.. Veeren suddenly remembered where he was. He'd only planned to stow away on this ship until they'd reached a planet he could safely find passage from. Veeren knew he'd slept through his destination and then some. He knew what this ship was, a slaver ship. These people were either going to become livestock, hunting trophies, or slaves of varying natures. Veeren had no intention of returning to that life; he much preferred his... questionable lifestyle. Veeren did what he always did when he needed to calm down or focus. He took his two lightsabers out of their hiding spots and placed them on the floor; entering a meditative stance. The lightsabers floated through the air around Veeren as he made them connect and disconnect.

I need to get out of here... Veeren thought to himself as he returned the lightsabers to their hiding spots and stood, searching the room for exits, weapons, or anything to help him in what was about to come.

[member="Korogum"]
[member="Xhinx"]
[member="Quinncolson"]
[member="Yusan Fenn"]
[member="Sheva Visari"]
[member="Bethany Tal'verda"]

 

[Sheva Visari]

The Setting: Trandoshian Slaver Ship, Outer Rim en route to slaver markets.

So a droid walks into the ship's engine room.

KABOOM!

The sudden vibrations woke Sheva Visari in her small, solitary cell. Dull gray, Right on time, she thought, as she slowly got up from her lying position. The cell was deliberately small and confined, making standing difficult, so she had to crack her knuckles and stretch sitting down. She was in the orange jumpsuit, sleeves rolled up, and barefoot.

She could hear the other prisoners murmuring through the thick cell. The engines got blown to bits. Power shorted out. We're under attack. They speculated. My droid friend got to the engine room, Sheva corrected them, though she had no one to share the moment with. Then, as an ironically humane feature the doors to the cells opened. Sheva got out and finally stood up, watching prisoners of various alien species reluctantly emerging from their confinement.

A Trandoshian guard stood at the entrance to the cell block. A blaster was trained on them all. "Get back in your cells, meat!"

Sheva grabbed the nearest alien- some female Twi'lek tramp in underwear, who traded favors for extra rations and even a communicator in her cell. A communicator she was happy to lend to Sheva for their mutual escape endeavor. "Sheva what are you doing?!" In gratitude for her contribution, Sheva tossed her screaming at the guard. The Trandoshian and Twi'lek hit the steel wall, and in a moment Sheva was on him, using another alien as a shield just in case, and grabbed his blaster rifle. The Trando looked up at the large human female, who's had her fair share of humiliation and casual fridays waterboarding. The Twi'lek girl crawled away, despite her sore ribs. "...queen, I could have gotten shot." She murmured.

"He would't shoot you." She retorted. Males were like that. Especially after meeting this Twi'lek.

"Hey... hey no hard feelings right? The waterboarding was just for... Just doing my job-" He tried to plead. Sheva disliked the guard- that was an understatement. She used the blaster rifle on him- by bludgeoning his face to a pulp with the heavy stock. No sense in wasting ammunition. By the end of it, his head was a half-ruined mess of gore, blood all over the walls and Sheva's jumpsuit. She looted whatever other useful things he had.

She turned to the prisoners. "Grab your shivs and find an escape pod. I've got an appointment with a Hutt." She said, and the prisoners cheered, grabbing hidden improvised weapons from their cells and running amok. Sheva though, was deliberate and headed for the armory first.


[member="Veeren"]

 

[Emperor Xhinx]

"... Go forth and bring me my disciples, and you shall be granted my gift."

This Godsend floated in the black knight's head. Xhinx was on a mission, a mission to unite a chosen populace. With no further information he scoured the galaxy with only a vision. Xhinx was not looking for a powerful being, or even a political elite, he was looking for those also on this Godsend.

In the dead of space the sounds of a former slaver ship being set to ruin echoed throughout. This caught Xhinx's attention as it would being eaten from within. Curious, he went with intent to board. The closer he got to this ship the more he felt like he should be here. All he saw were dead Trandoshans lying about and freed prisoners of all sorts escaping with their new found hope. Xhinx knew whatever caused this was still here however and intended on finding this source.

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Quinn would have caught sight of the slave ship from miles out and knew something needed to happen. She was in the cockpit of her ship The Time Bandit She would very quickly turn on her after burners to make up the time between her and the ship. As she made it into range for her guns to fire she let loose a hail of fire on the ship hoping to stop its progress before it made it to its destination. She didn't like the thought of people being sold by other people it made her sick

[member="Xhinx"]
[member="Sheva Visari"]
[member="Veeren"]

 

[Bethany Tal'verda]

The croke was looking at the people as she remained there on the ship standing still, hair giving a look to some of them before her attention but avoiding the touching of the others. Slavers were a problem they could deal with before she straightened her hair in the thick dreads with her sword at her side. More of the things they had showed on the screens she she expanded her concealment and illusion to keep her hidden from the sight of the slavers so they could move while there were other people she could sense and feel on the ship. "Alright come on, lets go and bust some skulls." Oh yeah that is the type of attitude Zandra would have and she could work with that.

 

[Sheva Visari]

As fighting erupted throughout the ship, Sheva simply strolled towards the armory. Armed and armored slavers fought off very angry former captives, with little to fear or lose. When blasters began to change hands, the prisoners only became more emboldened to fight. Former tormentors now faced the vengeance of their victims, as shivs found their way into necks and eyes.

Sheva reached the armory, using her liberated blaster to kill one sentry, and a bull-rush the other, his brain recoloring the drab gray metal interior of the ship. She looked around to see if any other prisoner or passenger came her way. Once satisfied of her safety, she uses the dead guard's hand to activate the biometric pass.

The ship's armory was well stocked, but the chaos of the breakout offered the guards little time to equip themselves. Sheva searched the crates for several minutes, actually taking the time to weigh her options. Anyone could have come by at that point, but by the end of her search she had what she wanted, a set of heavy armor an old Z-6 Rotary blaster. A smirk came to Sheva's face as she loaded it with a fresh energy clip.

[member="Bethany Tal'verda"] [member="Yusan Fenn"] [member="Quinncolson"] [member="Xhinx"] [member="Veeren"]

 

[Serah Oricion]

Yusan stood over the body of the trandosan he had snapped he neck of, his eyes looking down at the body and kicking it before grabbing at the saber he had taken from Yusan. How he had gotten on the ship and in this situation was easy enough to figure out as the last thing he remembered was getting drunk off his ass but there was something he had to smile at and it was that what ever was happening had given him a way to get out of his cell without the force, even though that was a small problem at that.

He was out all the same, and as he looked towards the other areas where prisoners were fighting, he decided he wanted to deal with this some other way. So without a second though he moved towards the elevator out of this section of the ship and was planning to head straight for the bridge of the ship. He was going to deal with this in his own way, and that way mean making sure this ship didn't get help. Plus, a little revenge never hurt anyone.

[member="Sheva Visari"] [member="Bethany Tal'verda"] [member="Quinncolson"] [member="Xhinx"] [member="Veeren"]