Private A Soul Made of Static

[0-7]

Location
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NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155, Songbird (lightsaber), Vibrosword
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"No... it wasn't." She muttered with an eerily cold voice. "You must be Sev. That short for 'Severely Screwed' or something else?"

"Seven," the Evereni stated in a plain tone. No elaboration followed.

"Why do you know my name?"

"You've had several bounties on your head, and were at one point a Galactic Alliance citizen," Seven reminded him. "Most people have paper trails to follow on the holonet."

Seven had done her research on Braze before Kalrath had sent her to retrieve him. She wasn't even a particularly adept slicer. Privacy wasn't really something that semi-public figures got to enjoy. Even if you were some random Joe all it took was one time on the holonet or a nation with a database to upload your records.

Unless, of course, you didn't exist.

Braze mentioning they had brought speeders made her furrow her brow.

"Well... at least it's something," she expressed.

Hopefully they could avoid any Imperial entanglement and get the hell off of this rock.

"The locations I have nested are Veridia, Refuge, Centerra, Dorin, Tatooine, Dagobah, Khar Delba, Hoth, Ilum, Tython, Lothal, Sacorria, and Jutrand…"

Jutrand. Seven's eyes would narrow, but she didn't say a word. She recalled mention of a raid on Dromund Kaas some time ago now. How was that managed? Braze was reckless, but perhaps he was closer to the fire than she had initially assumed.

She wouldn't say a word on the matter.

 

[Xan Deesa]

The moment of tension immediately fell flat as the grey woman made her name known... at least, as much of a name as a number can be. Xan had a degree of understanding, though the indifferent face did a good job of warming up her artificial blood. A more pressing matter came up as Braze asked how the cyborg knew his name, though Seven provided an exact explanation of how Xan got his name.

"What she said. All I did was run a check on your voice. So either you're Braze, son of Jasper Kai'el... or you're a twelve year old Devaronian named 'Karok'." Xan explained with a snort. As Xan finished up with gearing up, she idly listened to the two plan on how they were going to proceed with the gig.

"We brought speeder bikes to make the trip less of a hassle. We can return to Dantooine from here, then board a ship once we are there. I do not have a portal location set up on New Cov. It's being plagued by some strange corporate harvesting and export operation. They're after naturally occurring biomolecules indigenous to New Cov. They are completely gutting a living world and calling the wound an industry…"

A long pause overcame the neon Demon. Technicolour eyes flicked between Seven and Braze.

Old habits reared their heads the moment the words left the Echani's mouth.

Her war was far from over...

"What we can do..." Xan began, closing up the locker to lean against it. "Get back to Dantooine with that funky portal of yours. Take a ship, get to New Cov, we complete the gig... and if you're willing to give me my full pay, I'll help you kids with your harvesting problem." She explained with arms folded. A dangerous enthusiasm laced her words.

She spared a glance at Seven, the grey woman seemed uncomfortable about something in Braze's explanation. The unknown variable needed solving. She didn't press it, but the desire to help the two kids was evident.

0-7 Braze

 

[Braze]

Tags: 0-7 Xan Deesa

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"… Hold that thought."

Braze suddenly, and rather quickly, took out a separate comlink that looked like a sleek black Compact mirror. He snapped it open and accessed the holonet, his thumb moving with brisk, suspicious urgency. A faint blush still colored his ears.

A faint blush climbed up the tips of his ears as he angled the compact away from everyone else, thumb moving with an urgent little haste across the screen. A cheery pink-and-gold icon bounced up from the display with a tiny heart-shaped notification. The Zinder icon trembled on the screen, with the app's logo wiggling in place, stubbornly refusing to vanish.

His thumb jabbed again trying toe delete it.

Nothing.

His brows furrowed in frustration as he turned the comlink sideways, then upright again, as if the entire problem might be one of angle.
A little notification chimed just them from the compact it's self audio coming to life since the screen was open and engaged denoting an event.

He tabbed in to it by mistake and a menu opened; he tried to open setting to find a way to extract this application form his compact but he tapped the wrong thing.

A profile preview flashed up for half a second before he clapped his other hand over the screen with the speed of a man deflecting live blaster fire. His posture stiffened, shoulders tucked, chin lifted in a fragile attempt at dignity while his ears remained traitorously pink.

After several more frantic taps, one sharp inhale, and a whispered threat about feeding the app directly into a trash compactor, the icon finally gave way to a ... prompt!

Are you sure you want to delete Zinder?

Braze tapped yes.

Would you like to rate your experience first?

His eye twitched frantically tapping through different sections of menues.

"No."

Tell us why you're leaving.

"For the love of...."

Braze's blush deepened as he glanced away, selected other, and jabbed confirm with more force than necessary.

We're sad to see you go! The app deleted with a powering down sad sort of jingle.

"Be sad quietly," he muttered, snapping the compact shut.

"I'm not invested in New Cov's pest problem at the moment; those industries have slowed down. There are more pressing concerns I'm invested in, with far larger and longer-reaching ripples of consequence that I need to focus on. But if you want to cause them problems, I'd be happy to supply you with thermal detonators or paint cans."

He sighed slolwy trying toe regain his composure.

"The galaxy's a big place. Why should anyone worry about little old me?" Braze asked. "It's not like I break the law or anything…"

He huffed, still faintly pink, and moved to lead them toward the speeder bikes, of which they had only brought two.

 

[0-7]

Lothal
Tags: Braze , Xan Deesa

NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155, Songbird (lightsaber), Vibrosword
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"...the hell is a Zinder..."

Seven muttered to herself but didn't waste much time. When they arrived at their speeder bikes, only two being present, the Evereni was quick to plant herself in the seat of one. She was making it clear what she wanted, but she did voice her intentions afterwards just to make them clear.

"I'm driving one," she stated, as though the decision had already been made.

No way in hell she was gonna be a passenger again. That was just asking for a killer spider to come at them all over again. She would much rather be in control in such a scenario.

She really needed to meet other people who weren't Jedi.

 

[Xan Deesa]

Braze's sudden shift drew Xan's curiosity. She watched him as he began to fiddle with his compact device, clearly in a hurry to sort something out. A diminutive form of Xan's neon avatar would appear on the screen, peering at what the Echani struggled to accomplish. She couldn't help but chuckle with a shake of her head. "You know that's not gonna do much, right?" She remarked, unable to help herself.

Xan made her way to stand next to Seven with a lingering grin as they both waited for him to finish up with his incredibly important business. Finally done, he voiced his thoughts on Xan's suggestion and brought forth a daring grin. "It's just a bit of fun." She remarked calmly in an attempt to hide her true desires.

She had a galaxy to burn...

The trio finally got underway with their journey. Seven immediately annexed a speeder and left the other two to fend for themselves, but Xan's mind was somewhere else. The sun's rays warmed her skin and hurt her eyes. Even on Denon the sun never did that much, no matter what level someone stood at. The pollution and industry always muted the sun's touch in some capacity. But here on Lothal, away from the pollution and smoke, Xan could close her eyes and hold her arms out to welcome the sun in all its might.

A deep breath released from her lungs and her eyes opened to look back at the complex next to them. She lingered for a long moment as old memories came back. Memories from a simpler time with those she loved most before she was turned into a digitized monster. Decades long past with people long gone. "It's good to be back..." She muttered, greeting the complex with a hand held high as she rejoined Braze and Seven.

Braze 0-7

 

[Braze]

Tags: Xan Deesa 0-7

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Following the route they had taken here back would not be too difficult. Braze invited Xan Deesa to join him on his speeder bike.

"I advise you stay off the compact. There are experimental viruses and other nasty things on there," he stated simply, before they departed the facility.

They made their way back to the rocky alcove and the cavern, where he disembarked briefly to turn the large dial set with colored stones. After a few moments, the portal rippled to life, and he moved to walk the speeder through.

They ended up back on Dantooine, in the chamber he and 0-7 had originally departed from. It looked like a hangar or garage of sorts, with a large circular device set against the far wall, the one they had seemingly stepped out of.

"Is there anything you will require before we depart for New Cov?" he asked, already mentally going down the checklist.

 

[0-7]

Dantooine
Tags: Xan Deesa , Braze

NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155, Songbird (lightsaber), Vibrosword
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"You know that's not gonna do much, right?"

Seven squinted at the remark. Whatever this Zinder thing was, Braze seemed to think it had a lot if his data in it. Given that he was already on several databases somewhere, it probably meant that the hacker was right. Whatever this database was, Seven made the mental note to never use it. She had no paper trail, and given how useful that was she intended to keep it that way. Stay a ghost.

It seemed annoying anyways, given how it talked to Braze.

Before long they were back on Dantooine, prepping to depart for New Cov. Seven herself still wasn't entirely sure what it was Braze was seeking to get done here. Sure, hit some corpos, but what was the long-term? But to know would require conversation. That wasn't really her strength. Not around strangers, anyways.

"Is there anything you will require before we depart for New Cov?"

"How about a plan," Seven finally spoke, offering a suggestion. "That might help her..."

There. Now she didn't have to ask directly. That was convenient.

 

[Xan Deesa]

Braze's warning fell on deaf ears, Xan simply waved the concern off with a scoff. Seen or unseen, there were very few things in the galaxy that scared her after what she went through. She didn't know what Braze's capabilities as a slicer were, but she doubted that the viruses he could cook up were any nastier than the things sent to eradicate her.

Plus the satisfaction of making people anxious were too good to pass up.

Their journey back to the cave was a swift one. One hand held onto Braze and the other held onto her cap. She smiled for the entire ride as the wind whipped through her hair and around her jacket. But the journey came to an end and a portal appeared from nothing. Xan came up beside Seven and rested a hand on her shoulder. "You mind holding onto me? I'm gonna lose signal once we walk through." She quietly asked her. Sure enough, the moment they stepped through, Xan's body collapsed like a corpse for a few long seconds before Xan could establish contact again.

When she came to, technicolour eyes lit up and the energetic cyborg was back in full swing.

"Is there anything you will require before we depart for New Cov?"

"How about a plan," Seven finally spoke, offering a suggestion. "That might help her..."

Xan grinned at the two for a beat. "Well I wanted to say a shower would be nice. But yeah, a gameplan should help us out... can always just wing it." She remarked, arms folded while she studied the portal they emerged from. It was bizarre, certainly not standard technology. She couldn't tell if it was extremely advanced or ancient, but it held her attention for a while as she walked around it. "Incredible..." She muttered, struggling to make sense of it.

Braze 0-7

 

[Braze]

Tags: Xan Deesa 0-7

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Braze curiously watched how she folded over and went limp… So...She had lost signal? He would have to keep that in mind for the future.

“There are showers here, and baths on the Mudduck. You can use either, if you like. I can fetch you some towels and other toiletries,” Braze offered.

His gaze lingered a moment longer, before shifting to 0-7

“The plan should not be too difficult,” he went on. “We are going to New Cov Jedi Temple, the one that was put back together. I will want protection if we go there, so I will see if Saram Kote wants to come along.”

He paused there, his fingers brushing absently over the edge of his sleeve.

“I keep having visions of it.” The admission came softly, as though speaking it too loudly might give the images more grasp of reality than he wanted them to have.

“I have been losing contact with other Jedi Shadows. One misses a check-in, then another stops answering through an old route. A safehouse goes cold, or a dead-drop is emptied before it should have been touched. ”

Braze’s mouth tightened faintly with a frown as his teeth grit at the thought snowy white brows furrowing.

“Sometimes there are rumors of a body. More often, there is nothing at all.... No distress signal.... No final message....Nothing left behind.”

He looked back toward her.

“ I think someone is making them disappear.... Or killing them, then cutting the record clean afterward... I want to know who.”

Braze drew in a slow breath, then let it pass.

“I know New Cov was Valery Noble’s temple. Her personal one. . .” His gaze settled, intent and steady. “If those terminals have anything left in them, I want it recovered. Active files, deleted files, corrupted logs, old NJO traces, Shadow dossiers, clearance pings, safehouse routes, dead-drop records, access histories; everything the systems still have.

I need to know who had access. Who altered the files. Who erased them. Who knew enough to find people trained to vanish.”

For a moment, his attention seemed to drift inward, caught on something only he could see.

“The Force keeps pulling me there,” he murmured. “Again and again. It does not give me answers, only pieces of a puzzle.”

His expression went still.

“I think there is something at New Cov that explains what's happening to the Shadows. Or at least… where to start looking. So that is the plan. We go to New Cov. We recover whatever can be recovered from those terminals, even the deleted material. . . And then I find out who has been hunting us.”

 

[0-7]

Dantooine
Tags: Xan Deesa , Braze

NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155, Songbird (lightsaber), Vibrosword
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We recover whatever can be recovered from those terminals, even the deleted material. . . And then I find out who has been hunting us.

Seven didn't say anything for a moment. Jedi shadow. That explained the mention of Jutrand. An undercover operation perhaps. She didn't intend on going near Sith space any time soon, but she'd still keep that in mind so she didn't blow his cover in the future. She spoke again.

"If this individual is so efficient at hunting Shadows, I would assume that they were one of your own kind," Seven noted. "Your Shadows aren't immune to temptation, much as they would like to be. A life of vanity can be alluring to anyone..."

The way that she spoke would make it clear that she had met such individuals before. Not a shadow specifically, but a Jedi still. Kalrath had turned one before, seduced him with lies of power to get info. The fool got so sucked in that he hardly noticed the dagger being driven into his back. Her Master never had any intentions of letting him walk away alive. And even then, she knew that Kalrath himself had been a Jedi Shadow. Seven knew that Jedi were capable of flipping.

The question was how one was efficient enough to cause so much damage.

"Jedi business is always complicated, isn't it..." she muttered, half to herself.

 

[Xan Deesa]

The cyborg's technicolour eyes shifted between Braze and Seven as she listened to the plan. It was a straightforward gig, nothing out of the ordinary. The only complex part of it was extracting old and deleted files, but that's what they hired her for. It was difficult, but probably not impossible. It all depended on the state of the terminals she needed to access.

But her focus was on something they both said. "It wasn't an individual that killed the Shadows." She remarked. On the outside, her attention seemed to be on them, in reality her body was just one of many windows she could see the physical world. Holonet traces, comms, pings and camera feeds, she scoured as much as she could to help figure the mess out.

"The Sith went on a rampage. Kill teams and traps. It was organised. But... I agree, someone had to have sold them out." Withdrawing from her search through the Holonet, Xan could once again focus on the task at hand. "Let's get moving." She urged them, ready to move out. She had friends in the Core. As much as she disliked Jedi, she still had good friends within their Order that were no longer around. This time she could say with confidence that it wasn't old age or natural causes.

It felt like she learned something new every few hours that reminded her of her failure.

"When this is over, Braze, I need to talk to your dad. There's... stuff to discuss." She continued, sparing a glance at the Echani. The mask slipped just a little, a fire in her eyes that betrayed her usually casual performance. "Same goes for you." She turned her attention to Seven. "I want to know about these other engrams you mentioned." She continued with a tone that indicated it wasn't a request.

She was only back for a few days and her whole world was upside down.

Braze 0-7

 

[Braze]

"If this individual is so efficient at hunting Shadows, I would assume that they were one of your own kind," Seven noted. "Your Shadows aren't immune to temptation, much as they would like to be. A life of vanity can be alluring to anyone..."

Tags: 0-7 Xan Deesa

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"My thoughts exactly… And the only Jedi Shadow I know who seemed to know just about everything was Valery. If that is any indication to go by, I think my best bet is to go to New Cov," Braze offered.

He tilted his head curiously, appearing to understand that she had meant Jasper Kai'el .

"Right. I'll give him a call," he assured her.

Braze went to fetch a few things so she could take a bath, returning with fresh clothes he thought might fit her, should she want them.

"These should help."

He passed a glance toward 0-7 .

"Where is it you're headed next?" he asked curiously, uncertain what her goals might be now that she was more or less free.

 

[0-7]

Dantooine
Tags: Xan Deesa , Braze

NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155, Songbird (lightsaber), Vibrosword
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"Same goes for you." She turned her attention to Seven. "I want to know about these other engrams you mentioned."

"...very well," Seven remarked. "I can share what I know. It is limited, but I've done some research."

All as a contingency. She imagined that Kalrath may have uploaded her somewhere on a whim if he decided that she would not have the luxury of dying.

"Where is it you're headed next?"

"Back to your Refuge," she decided. "There are normal people there. I... want to see the galaxy through those eyes. Not the cold distance I seem to be stuck in. I should remind you I have no intentions of joining your order, if that's what you're curious about."

She felt the question still looming somewhere. Braze would ask again sooner or later.

 

[Xan Deesa]

Xan watched the two for a moment, especially Seven. She hated enigmas and unknown variables. No matter how many scans she did, nothing popped up of her. But she was telling the truth from the look of things, they could meet up after the mission was done. Her attention returned to Braze when he returned with some fresh clothes and goodies for her. She gave a quiet "Thanks." and followed after the two.

Once they were underway, Xan disappeared into the bathroom and didn't emerge for a long time. The occasional laugh or hum would echo from within while she enjoyed the simple sensation of running water against her synthskin.

When she finally emerged, she set the clothes Braze had given her aside. She stuck to her old clothes, but not without good reason. "It's a bit too small. But I appreciate it." She reassured him. Adjusting her jacket, she let out a happy sigh and made herself comfortable for the trip. The hum of the ship brought comfort to her, allowed her to integrate a little more into the body to tune out the noise of cyberspace a little more. She was in good company, she could allow herself a moment of vulnerability with the two.

Good company, a gig that paid well and a chance to go spelunking in the archives of the Jedi Order... this was living the dream. For the first time in years, she was genuinely excited about something.

Braze 0-7

 

[Braze]

Tags: 0-7 Saram Kote Xan Deesa

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Braze went to pester Saram Kote , asking her to come with them after calling Jasper Kai'el and informing him of Xan's request.

He made a point of asking Saram specifically for her assistance, admitting that he would feel safer with her around. He also explained that his sleepless nights had grown worse than usual, and that he had been waking far too often from visions buried within his dreams.

Braze carefully explained his suspicions and asked whether she would kindly come along and keep him company during the venture.

Before their departure, he made certain she was satisfied with the supplies they had packed.

During the short trip, Braze spent some time inside the sensory deprivation tank, attempting to meditate and recover some of the energy his restless nights had steadily taken from him.

 

[Saram Kote]

Tag(s): 0-7 | Xan Deesa | Braze |

Saram's Equipment

Armor Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s) Rifle(s) Explosives

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  • 'Ori'vuhyr'yaliyr'gam'-MR
    
    • Equipment Mount: Empty.
    • Right Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Rammikad b' Marev' Gauntlet and Vambrace
      
      • Dartcaster:
        
        • Electro Darts (1 loaded, 2 reserve)
      • Weapon Mounts:
        
        • Left:
          
          • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
        • Top:
          
          • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
            
            • Trat'aab Oya'karur-P-class Brilliant Plasma Micro-missile (4)
            • Striilir'ika-M Brilliant Baradium Micro-Missile (Baradium) (4)
        • Right:
          
          • PC-05V Plasma Caster
            
            • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
    • Left Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Verd b' Surhaai' Gauntlet and Vambrace
      
      • Weapon Mounts:
        
        • Left:
          
          • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
        • Top:
          
          • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
            
            • Trat'aab Oya'karur-P-class Brilliant Plasma Micro-missile (4)
            • Striilir'ika-M Brilliant Baradium Micro-Missile (Baradium) (4)
        • Right:
          
          • PC-05V Plasma Caster
            
            • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
        • Utility Belt Loadout:
          
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
          • Hardcase Large Satchel
          • Softcase Large Storage Pouches (dump pouch)
          • Magnetic Clamp
        • Load-bearing Rig Loadout:
          
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
          • Central Secondary High Capacity Rylith Power Cell
          • Medium and Large Gription Panels
        • Holster Setup:
          
          • 1x chest-rig mounted
          • 2x belt-mounted
          • 1x thigh mounted (dominant hand side)
• 
  
  • 'Agol'ja'had'-R Medical Implant System
  • 'Ori'aal'briik' Nervous System Enhancer
  • 'Nejah Oya'karur' Full-spectrum Immunity Booster
  • 'Agol'gam' Muscle and Bone Enhancement
  • 'Sur'haai Haata'got' Optical Cyberware Interface
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• 
  
  • 'Shushai Rugam' Sensor Sphere (2)
  • 'Haa'yam'ika' Deployable Sensor Beacon (2)
• 
  
  • B-02 Beskad
  • K-03 Kal (2)
• 
  
  • LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-4x Short Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GVSR-APH Guided AP Magazine (1 loaded, 2 spare)
      • GVSR-EH Guided Electro-stun Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-TDH Guided Tracker Dust Magazine (1)
• 
  
  • BR-6B Verpine Shatter Battle Rifle
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-12x Medium Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • UGL-02 Underbarrel Grenade Launcher
      
      • Ammunition:
        
        • BG-02 Baradium Grenade (1 in the chanmber, 2 in the tube)
        • PG-02 Incendiary Plasma Grenade (3)
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GVSR-SR Guided SLAP Magazine (1 loaded, 2 spare)
      • GVSR-FBR Guided Flechette Magazine (3)
      • GVSR-VSBR Guided Voidstone Sabot Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VFBR Guided Voidstone Flechette Magazine (1)
  • AMR-4M Verpine Shatter Anti-Materiel Rifle
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-250x Extreme Range Optic
    • Ammunition1
      
      • GVSR-SAMR Guided APFSDS Magazine (2 spare)
      • GVSR-HEIAPAMR Guided HEIAP Magazine (1 loaded, 3 spare)
      • GVSR-FAMR Guided Flechette Magazine (2)
      • GVSR-S-BAMR Guided APFSDS-B Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VSAMR Guided Voidstone Sabot Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VFAMR Guided Voidstone Flechette Magazine (1 loaded)
• 
  
  • TWT-01 Thermal Well Tape (1 roll)
  • PD/AM-01 Pursuit Denial/Anti-personnel Mines (0)
  • NGG-02 Nagnol Gas Grenade (2)
  • AWCGG-02 Anti-Energy Weapon Countermeasure Gas Grenade(2)
  • BG-02 Baradium Grenade (2)
  • PG-02 Incendiary Plasma Grenade (2)
  • VSGG-02 Void Stone Glop Grenade (1)
  • EG-02 Electronet Grenade (1)

Galactic time difference was one haran of a thing. There she was, nursing her morning mug of spiced caf, a mug she didn't even have to brew herself, when her armor's comm unit went off. She glanced over from the small table in the common area that the members of Davaab squad were sitting at. The sound had echoed through the hallway, ensuring that if any of them weren't already awake, they surely were now. She had turned the notification volume all the way up to cut through the morning fog, especially since they were off rotation.

"That's yours," unnecessarily grumpily slurred Ran. She knew it was hers, they all knew it was hers. The half accusation hung in the air as eyes turned to her.

"I know, I know," she groaned as she stood to her feet. "I'll go check," she promised as she walked off back to her quarters where her armor was stored. She brought the Holographic Interface Datapad back to life with a tap. Suddenly she snapped awake, there were numerous messages from Braze detailing that he needed her help and that he would feel a lot safer with her around. Images of the time she let the Jetii take him away flashed through her mind. Sure, it had all worked out, and ideally, that shabuire ( Okuma Milogen ) was still on Veridia, but who was to say things would remain the same.

Saram thanked military discipline for ensuring that sans her armor she was all but ready to leave. Putting on her armor at this point was so routine she barely even registered having done so. She grabbed the rest of her equipment out of her quarters, smiling to herself as she was reminded of her last rifle's fate. That ad'ika certainly made her life more interesting, that much was for sure. "Ah, there, she's out again," remarked Anila as she passed. "Don't have too much fun without us, alor." Saram's only response was a rude gesture. Anila laughed.

"Alor." called Ran, prompting her to pause. "Be careful."

Saram turned to face them, shrugging, "When am I not, Ran?" she asked, with a laugh. Ran just shook his head at her casual confidence, though he was likely long used to it at this point. Saram followed the station's hallways to the hangar without difficulty.

It wasn't too long before she managed to find Rav and convince her to take her to New Cov. It didn't take long before Rav had recovered from the suddenness of it all and decided to call her on it over the intercom, "You realize the only time I'm off rotation is when you're off rotation, right?"

"'Lek," came her response over the comms. She had a good idea of where Rav was going with this line of questioning, but it was too shabla late to worry about the repercussions of her actions now.

"Just checking that you knew what you were doing before you shattered my peace and calm," replied Rav, understandably less than pleased. "You know who's not off rotation?" she asked, almost unnecessarily.

"Ruus?" Saram asked rhetorically, now having a good feeling that she was almost sure about where Rav was going with all of this.

"Abso-shabla-lutely, good shabla thing the ad'ika are old enough otherwise I'd have to call my buire, or Ruus would have to call his. You know the only reason I haven't told you to usen'ye is because you're aliit, right?"

"'Lek?" she answered hesitantly and more than a little sheepishly.

"Good, I would hate for your buir to think all those flying lessons were a shabla waste," continued Rav. In fact, Rav continued for a while in fact, justifiably. Long after take off, and right up until about they had made the jump. Saram had long learned to let Rav finish before she even dared to apologize. This time was no exception. It wasn't till they were over the skies of New Cov, "So once I drop you off, I'll stay on station for an hour, and if I don't lose your bio signs, I'll head back," she announced.

"Suvar," she responded. "And Rav?" sbe asked, waiting for Rav to turn to face the cockpit door. "Vor entye."

"I'd wish you jate'kara but you have plenty of tebec," replied Rav. "Don't take what I said too hard."

"Naas," replied Saram as the cabin lights changed color and the cabin doors opened to reveal the skies of New Cov. Saram leapt out, slowed by wings of invisible fire as she fell before landing in front of the temple. She didn't a quick check of the area to see if any of New Cov's delightful fauna and flora and decided to join them. She sent a quick message to Braze 'On location, SITREP?'.

 

[0-7]

New Cov
Tags: Braze , Xan Deesa , Saram Kote

NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155, Songbird (lightsaber), Vibrosword
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Seven found herself a secluded place to sit down and be by herself for the time being. The corner of the room, seated on the floor. She held a music-playing device that she had found on Denon a while back, as well as a pair of janky old headphones that she used to listen to it.

Of course, only one song was loaded onto the data card in the device. Seven really didn't care.

What frustrated her was that she didn't really understand what was being said. Not that it was in a language she didn't understand, but that it talked about some experiences that were alien to her, sometimes in ways that she couldn't picture in her mind.

She wouldn't linger on the silver box for long. Whenever they arrived at their location, she slipped up her hood and would silently follow along.

 

[Xan Deesa]

The trip to New Cov was a relatively quick and quiet one. Apart from her wonderful shower, Xan didn't have much to do onboard. Braze disappeared into some kind of tank and Seven disappeared into her own corner of the ship to... listen to music? Xan shrugged and made herself at home in the galley, deciding to take a very risky break.

She integrated herself almost entirely into her body, cutting out the noise and constant data of the Holonet to rest for a bit. Sleep wasn't needed anymore, as much as she missed it, but merely resting her eyes and toning out the cacophony that was her existence was a pleasure she could rarely enjoy. If something happened to her, it could break or end her existence entirely, cutting herself off could seize the myriad of operations and assistance she provided to an unknowing populace.

The silence was her tiny slice of heaven.

Eyes opened and flickered alive once the ship touched down. Her systems returned to normal and she prepared to disembark alongside Braze and Seven. Another figure, however, was waiting for them. Xan was hesitant at first, but there was no aggression or threat from the Mandalorian. A quick scan made her turn to Braze for a second. "Strill? How karkin' rich are you, exactly?" She asked the kid. The merc must have been some kind of friend of the Jedi, they didn't do work like this for cheap.

<"Where's the rest of your pack?"> Xan spoke in almost flawless Mando'a once they got close enough. With hands in her pockets, she studied the Mandalorian for a few moments.

Saram Kote Braze 0-7

 

[Braze]

Tags: Saram Kote 0-7 Xan Deesa

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"Strill? How karkin' rich are you, exactly?"

“Hmm? Oh… I’m sorry. Am I paying for our little excursions, Saram? I have no problem doing so if it helps keep you out of trouble with your bosses… but I wasn’t aware you were open to personal bodyguard duties. A retainer fee would be pretty nice, huh?” Braze said, as though he had only just realized what a wonderful suggestion this was.

“I suppose my lawyer did a good job and deserves a raise if you don’t know everything about me from the HoloNet,” he said with a cheeky grin, leaving the comment ominous and vague in reply to Xan Deesa .

He was the heir to a luxury speeder company that supplied highly customized vehicles exclusively to the wealthiest clientele. The profits from that trust and company had sat fairly dormant for many years, with its procedures continuing to run as they had been established. After Braze sought out a legal adviser, he was able to do a few limited things to turn all those hot credits sitting around into a military-grade shipbuilding company.

Then many other companies followed, with profits continually reinvested into additional streams of revenue. Many of these ventures supported projects that helped people or provided necessary goods and services, gradually branching outward into a small empire of contracts. Those connections with other companies provided a sturdy backbone for an expansive logistics network.

“When we’re done here, I intend to return home… You’re welcome to come along if you’d like to see the work in progress on the palace in paradise. I’ll extend that offer to each of you ladies, and allow me to prepare you all a very nice dinner as thanks for your assistance with this,” Braze offered softly.

The New Cov Jedi Temple stood ahead of them when they disembarked. It appeared Braze still possessed a copy of @Jasper Kai'el’s credentials, which he used to access the entryway and allow them inside.

He was well acquainted with getting lost here while searching for the training grounds and thus had no trouble leading them toward the archives.

"Let's start here. "