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Act I: What Goes Missing Must be Found [Event]

The Rift...

It's a world within a world, a place unlike any other -- the jewel of wild space and the richest star system in the galaxy. Here you can find many; pirates, bounty hunters, businessmen, miners, spacers, and just about anyone trying to make a fortune in this galaxy. You could consider it the final frontier. The vast asteroid fields, unexplored nebula, and mysterious anomalies, and countless legends make it perhaps just as infamous as it is wealthy.

A Primeval warship patrolling in this sector has gone missing... Their last report came just before they entered a small nebula outside of The Primeval's foothold in the Rift. It's been several weeks and the Host Lord is growing impatient.

Orders went out to every available person, bleeding sun or not.

Find the ship, find out what happened, and report back as soon as you do.


It's pretty straight-forward. Treat this as an exploration, your actions will reflect my responses but I am going to effectively be a dungeon master and respond to individuals and groups personally. You can tell if I'm responding to you because I will tag your names before my response in a post. If you have any questions just PM me, I will also drop a discussion thread for the event too in our discussion sub-forum.
 
The resident Warlord of the system of course, was the first to respond. After the subjugation of this system some time ago, prior to the loss of his arms, the Directory had begun the enactment of a grand quelling of the system. They systematically drove a straight line through the rift, with the sole purpose of eradicating every pirate base hidden in the asteroids they could find, so that mining vessels could safely take the ores the Primeval deserved. It would be easy to think that there was an incredible amount of resentment towards the Primeval from any surviving parties.

They encountered a ghost ship just prior to entering the Heart of the Rift, and since then have been attempting to outline the exact location of the heart, perilously trying to outline borders without being lost to the unseen force. Many ships within the Primeval Fleet were borrowed, and some were frequently lost to the unforgiving heart, though they usually turned back up in a few weeks having no idea what happened.

This situation though, was different. The ship in question that was lost, was far and away from the Heart of the Rift... this posed to be something... disconcerting. Obviously, the lone task force lead by the Warlord could not possibly have quelled the entire system... it was simply too large to accomplish such a colossal task. However, to make matters worse, somehow the Host Lord had gotten involved, caught word of the missing ship, and through a galactic hiss fit.

Now all of the Primeval would be coming to the Rift, to investigate - and eradicate - anything in the system that denied the Primeval their rightful obedience.

"Friendssssss, come out, come out wherever you are."
 
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Oh look, it's this place again.

Chiloon Rift. The last time that the Pantoran had come here, he'd been on the payroll of [member="Zambrano the Hutt"], and behind the controls of the most obsolete and archaic hunk of junk this side of the galactic center. The rusted out shell of a Z-95 Headhunter, with aftermarket engines that had left a great deal to be desired. Thrust, for one. Power, for two. Reliability... the list could go on.

At least this time, the boy was flying in something more substantial.

...well, riding in something more substantial anyway.

The transparent dome of the R3-series astromech revealed the internal workings of the complex machinery. The droid was plugged into the astronautical control console on the upper deck of the Sienar Star Courier, remotely operating the craft without any human input. One arm propped against the back of the solitary pilot's chair, and the other resting against the top of the droid's head, the blue-skinned youth leaned over the controls as his amber eyes prowled the view through the transparisteel window.

The boy had exchanged the uniform of the Levantine Academy for the light armor of a warrior in the service of the Primeval. The helmet rested atop the dejarik table in the lounge behind him, leaving his head and face exposed for the time being. The signature weapon of a Bleeding Sun agent made a sizable blaster against the youth's thigh, while the leather encased silver baton at his right hip denoted the boy's lightsaber. After spending time on Oswaft Station, in the class room or training ships of the Levantine Sanctum, it felt good to return to something more normal.

Of course, if this was normal, then that probably spoke volumes about how well his childhood was going.

C'est la vie. Someone had to keep the child psychologists in business.

The boy's lips were moving, though no sound escaped them, as he mouthed a silent prayer to Halrormalenth. There was a kind of foreboding, a 'bad feeling' in the air. Of course, there was rarely any good feelings associated with the Dark Side of the Force. The Jedi really did have the rainbows and happy sunshine poodoo pretty much monopolized to themselves. So, that by itself, was not all that unusual.

Except for the presence it hinted toward. "There's something out there..." the boy murmured, as his eyes scanned the void before him. It was tenuous. Elusive. Whatever it was, it was... clouded. Or he just wasn't trained well enough to be able to see through the veil.

He knew enough to conceal his presence. One didn't really need the Force to pull a trigger, and so much of his Force training was still lacking.

So it might be nothing more than his imagination.

Feth, this Force poodoo was some farkled skrog sometimes.

Gesturing with one hand toward a loose association of asteroids, the youth quietly spoke and said, "Fly us toward those asteroids, Ar-Three." Was that where he was sensing it? or was it merely his mind playing tricks on him? "But don't make it look like we're flying toward those asteroids," the boy added a moment later.

The head of the astromech swiveled around, turning inward toward the boy as the R3 unit gave a series of low whistles.

"I dunno," the boy answered with a shrug. "Just... fly casual."

Turning its head back, the droid gave off a rather rude chirp in response to its instructions.

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OOC Notes
There's room in the Equinox for one more if someone wants to ride shotgun.
 
[member="Zambrano the Hutt"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Boo Chiyo"]

A whirlwind of green, a torrent of Force energy and a swarm of little ghastly skulls circled the bridge of Zambrano's ship. Out from the torrent stepped the wrapped visage of the God of Dubrillion. Talos looked to the Hutt from behind the wrappings on his face, green eyes glowing in the blackness.

"We hear tale of a Ghost Ship...We are here to investigate and assimilate...We could lead the initial boarding party..."

Talos wore, obviously, black robes and his entire body was wrapped in black clothe, he held a staff and with him appeared three of the Legionnaires of Talos. Each Legionnaire had a Sith sword on their hips and were dressed in their normal robes.
 

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