Private Aftermath

[Lesaj]

E S C A P E​

LOCATION: Dromund Kaas' orbit.
WEAPONS: The Thorn Bearers (not conjured).
TAG: Mathieu Brion Chaussidier

The witch had no particular love for the Sith. There were many feats she respected them for, some of them she could push her tongue to admit tolerating the company of. Still, most of them were just a reflection of the same uncontrolled malady. Lesaj embraced darkness, evil too if need be. But never in the wasteful ways their puny lackeys spewed wherever they went. Her contract with the Empire was over, and she found her expectations of it unfulfilled. In her eyes, this was nothing more than setting a score straight. The witch was owed, she had simply taken what was hers.

Dark green robes were wounded tightly against her body, held together by black leathers of unknown origin. The hood over her head hid that vibrant green hair of hers as she boarded the passenger transport, headed to her next destination. Lesaj had decided it was time to leave Dromund Kaas, not knowing where she would be headed next was of little consequence to her. So it would be until her ambition found another prize to pursue. For now, all she wanted was hidden somewhere on her person. She had spent too long spilling blood for the Sith, her price was more than fair. Her own creations awaited her, and now the last tool to make them whole had been retrieved.

It was only the fault of arrogance that had seen this transaction end in dishonesty and violence. What else could she have expected from her associates? It was not a surprise so much as it was an annoyance. The Sith had fallen, but they still clung to whatever remnants they could find of their former might - even if it was only its pride. The witch took a seat on the floor, her back straightened against the cold wall of the vessel. It was crowded, too much for her liking, but everyone on this end of the galaxy seemed to be running away from something nowadays. The witch had every intention of spending this trip nestled into a light slumber, that was until she felt a pair of eyes on her.

Her emerald gaze rose to meet that of a twi'lek child. Scared, tired, and hungry like many of the people aboard. The innocent victims of wars they had not asked for nor understood. Only a few hours would pass before the witch knew their suffering would not end today, when a whisper from the void warned her of something she had both feared but expected. The sylphe stood into action just as the alarms went off, right before a loud bang deafened everyone aboard the vessel. Bodies crashed against her as the tremor shook the ship, followed by panicked screams and cries. The Sith had not had enough. They never did. "Cursed leeches..."
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[Chaussidier]

Aftermath​

A lonely beeping sound could be heard from the console. The operator, clad in a navy blue uniform, watched a screen connected to the sensor system, trying to figure out what kind of vessel it was. He ignored the general buzz from the rest of the bridge as he analysed the data that trickled in. Once the conclusion was made, he turned on his chair and reported "A passenger liner just dropped out of hyperspace, Admiral."

With hands clasped behind his straight back, Chaussidier looked over to the operator. With his pristine uniform and staunchly neutral expression, the elder almost seemed like he could have been a nobleman. He was not. The activity on the bridge around his central command console was running high as various officers worked to analyse the ship, making use of The Gouda's advanced monitoring systems - but the Admiral remained calm and steady. "Weapons?"

The operator did not know the answer. But he was not supposed to either. Instead, an analyst spoke up, holding a datapad in her hands "No external weapons, Admiral. The vessel seems to be purposed strictly for transportation. It is registered under 'Kaasian Connections' and has been on a regular shuttle route for the past months five."

"Good. We will keep safe distance. Continue monitoring it." Turning back to face the central command console, the Admiral's eyes narrowed as he scanned the general traffic in the area. Something was off. Decades of experience went to work as he tried to figure out what precisely it was. Eventually, among all movement in the sector, he seemed to be able to identify three, maybe four, ships moving towards the transport in what seemed like an attack formation. It was subtle and almost impossible to detect. But it was there. He was sure of it.

Before the old Admiral could act on it, however, a warning started sounding from a distant console. The operator rushed over to the station to quickly analyse what was going on. He turned back to Chaussidier. "Admiral! Three vessels, corvette sized, have activated their weapons. They are en rou-"

Not caring to hear the rest of it, already well aware of what was happening, Chaussidier cut the man off "Prepare the fighters and a marine detachment. Start monitoring the cargo liner in the N-4 section." The operator nodded and acknowledged the command whilst his chief communications officer sprung to action, quickly working to contact numerous departments of the ship, ensuring that the flight deck would be prepared and that the Marines would be ready when needed. Chaussidier turned towards the back end of the bridge and let out a loud "Mathieu"

The large Morellian had been meditating by the back of the bridge. Or at least tried to. He was never very good at it to begin with and after having been away from his fellow Jedi for so long, it was hard to keep it up. Still, being on Chaussidier's bridge helped him find peace. His eyes shot open upon hearing the Admiral call for him. Quickly getting back up onto his feet, he moved forth.

Chaussidier watched as the Jedi approached. The young Morellian was an impressive warrior and had done much for his most recent operations. It was always good to have a Jedi on board. Often, the Admiral valued them for their insight - but Mathieu was unlike most. He stood almost a head taller than the average crewman and his impressive physique dwarfed most them by comparison. His mind was more akin to that of a military strategist, rather than that of a typical Jedi. "Meet the Marines by shuttle bay one and prepare for departure."

The Jedi bowed his head "Yes, Admiral." he said, before turning to leave the bridge and do as commanded.

Whether to act or not could be a hard decision. The Gouda was flying under a Kaas flag itself and was currently registered as a merchant ship. The administrative and clandestine work to change its identity once more would be significant. But then, their purpose in this sector was to fight Sith and the attack formation clearly telegraphed that the current aggressors were of their kin. "Set an intercept course and prepare the weapon systems."

The order was given, and thus, the Gouda sailed in to intervene in what was about to happen. Suddenly, the operator spoke up once more "The cargo liner, it is sending three shuttles towards the transport. They are Imperial in design, Admiral." As the operator spoke, the first corvette opened fire on the civilian ship.

Not being close enough to intervene just yet, Chaussidier reacted quickly "Engage the cyberwarfare suites. Disrupt their weaponry until we are can put ourselves in between them and the transport. Redirect power from the point defence weaponry to the engines." The crew, working like well oiled machinery, executed the order, causing the Gouda's speed to increase whilst preventing further shots from being fired for the time being as the cyberwarfare suites sent the hostile targeting systems into disarray. The Admiral let out a sigh. The correct move was to launch the fighters and to send the shuttle to deal with the potential boarders. But he knew that it would risk the lives of his men whereas they could be kept safe if they stayed in the Gouda. But then, Chaussidier was not one to shy away from making the correct move "Launch the fighters. Send the the shuttle to the transport."

Lesaj​