All Good Things Must Come to an End (Invite only, PM to join)

[Sage Bane]

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Location: Sage Bane’s Subjugator-Class Assault Corvette, Arcanus Obscurus​

A uncontrollable tic plagued his jaw as Hand of the Dark Lord, Sage Bane, strode down the corridor leading to the detention cell on his Subjugator-Class Assault Corvette, which currently hovered in space over Felucia. Sage was beginning to get more than a little irritated with his prisoner, Spark Finn, the Sith Lord's prize from his conquest of Csilla. Having taken the blonde technopath Guarlara riding on Naboo, then fighting an Acklay for her on Felucia, Sage was beginning to feel a bit like a twisted prince charming trying to court a very ungrateful princess. Sure the prince threatened to feed the princess to a giant sarlaac, but he hadn’t gone through with it, had he? That had to count for something! Perhaps, it was time for his game with Coren Starchaser to take another turn.

On his way to Spark's cell, Sage made a stop by the bridge. The Obscurus’ Captain, a Chagrian named Kanner Drea, met the Sith Lord with a sycophantic bow.

“My Lord,” said Captain Drea. “What is your command?”

“Plot a jump to Korriban,” Sage ordered. “We have another errand to run.”

He turned on his heel and made his way to the row of cells in the back of the ship, stopping in front of Spark’s. The door would fly open with a startling hiss, revealing the hooded Sith Lord.

“You look terrible, Miss Finn,” he said, wrinkling his nose in distaste. A thin hand tossed her a pair of glasses he had confiscated from one of his crew members. Whether or not they were her prescription was hardly his problem.

“We’re going to have to clean you up, Spark,” he stated plainly. “So, my men are going to take you for a refresher. Don’t try anything funny with them.”

Sage's lips twisted into a now-familiar wolfish grin.

“You’ll need to be much more presentable for where we’re going.”

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[member="Spark Finn"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Sayl Bane"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Starchaser had been busy. Yes, [member="Spark Finn"] had been captured at Csilla, and he wanted nothing more than to rush in to smash [member="Sage Bane"] into oblivion, but Starchaser wasn’t as reckless as he once was. He was working. He had to save the refugees they did find from Csilla and then the whole matter of being ready for a frontal assault. He had returned to the home he had in Levantine Space, met with a few Masters, learned a few new tricks, how to view and feel the Force. He wanted to make sure he did this right.

That meant getting the Underground and the rest of the galaxy ready for war against the Sith. It had carried on too long. On top of that? There was the need to protect the Frontiers Corps. He was keeping busy because he knew that chasing around the galaxy with a ship and [member="Rekha Kaarde"] wasn’t going to amount to anything. He needed a plan.

And there had been a message from Naboo. With that and the information from [member="Sayl Bane"], he had been working overtime, not sleeping, eating only when necessary, to make the galaxy safer. New armor, his astromech and a rent-a-shuttle with a few extra surprises, namely a self-destruct sequence, the Corellian was ready. He needed his crew back.

The Niathal running Republic tags was moments from real space outside of Felucia. That was the last place the abomination’s corvette was. Time to go to war.

“Let’s get ready, real space in a few moments.” Sure, he was talking openly, Rekha was aboard, and maybe Sayl. Maybe.

 

[Sayl Bane]

Normally, Sayl wasn't one to get involved in conflicts of this scale. Sure, this was a minor one when compared to the wars being waged across the galaxy, but it still drew the attention of the Sith, and that was more than enough. Typically she viewed clashes like this as taking up too many resources and wasting time that could be applied far more productively somewhere else. In the long rung it was always far more beneficial to avoid any fights when possible, keeping to oneself and only worrying about that which encroached over personal boundaries and struck too close to home to be ignored. That was always how she had operated, and she didn't see any good reason to change things.

This time things were no different. She had been on Csilla when the Sith had attacked, having been escorted off-planet once things began getting dangerous. That hadn't been her problem, until the bounty on her brother had been posted. That one simple listing had been enough to change her mind for good. And so she had sought out the one that had posted the bounty, [member="Coren Starchaser"], and offered her assistance in return for a chance to speak with her twin. Simply talk to him, nothing more, nothing less. Well, that and perhaps knock some sense into him rather literally. But that would come later, after a few words had been exchanged. She wasn't completely uncivilized, after all.

Her time aboard the ship had been spent mostly on her own, though they had convened to plan here and there. It hadn't taken long to rationalize fighting her brother, especially given the atrocities he'd committed in the name of the Sith. The most recent one was the final nail in the coffin. Now it was time to act, and she had meditated on that fact for a few hours at a time, reaching out to touch on Sage's signature every once in awhile, being careful enough so as not to be noticed. It wouldn't do well to give things away before they had managed to track him down. He might have been family, but he was Sith as well. That was enough to make Sage enemy.

When Coren spoke she looked up from where she was sitting, leaning against the wall. Realspace meant they were getting close, and that meant a clash with her brother was imminent. Sighing quietly, she pushed herself to her feet and stood, calling her saber into her hand and clipping it at her waist. "Well, I'm ready as I'll ever be. Let's kick some teeth in, huh?" With a roll of her neck, her vertebrae cracked in succession. It was game time.

[member="Sage Bane"], [member="Spark Finn"], [member="Rekha Kaarde"]

 

[Spark Finn]

Bony-butt sat on that cold, cell bench in her fav, now tattered, skinny jeans. Blond hair was frizzled and tangled. Several days old dried sweat, mud, dirt, and some Acklay blood that Sage missed wiping off with his 'charming' handkerchief caked her face. Multi-colored bruises were all over. Especially where those long, thin fingers of his liked to wrap around her arm. Shoulders tensed as [member="Sage Bane"] entered. Like an abused pet, she warily eyed her master. Well, eyed as much as her blurred vision allowed.

#helookedlikeablob

A hysterical smile almost tugged on her trembling lips.

"Hey," she sputtered at the insult and something hitting her nose. Fingers felt around her lap, enclosing around the foreign lenses and frames. Wait. Did he just say group shower?!?!

It was almost like he was [member="Rekha Kaarde"] right now.

Squinty eyes widened in alarm. That buzzing she felt since Felucia turned into a full-on flood gate in the force. She felt...everything. Overdosing on the collar had finally worked! Mind immediately wedged itself into the systems of Sage's ship.

Dry quip left her lips as her vision sharpened. "I am old enough to swim without adult supervision. Thank you."

Look at that! Words of gratitude. Didn't matter if it was sarcastic, right???

#right

Hooking her knees beneath the bench, two things happened at once: a force push went toward Sage Bane's lean chest and the ship's inner artificial gravity systems turned off.

[member="Sayl Bane"]
[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Sage Bane]

Aw, Spark didn't want to shower with an audience. Well, tough. She didn't have much of a choice in the matter. Sage was about to deliver a withering response to the technopath when suddenly he felt a strong tremor in the Force. It ebbed and flowed around Spark as she began to gather it up into her bony body. What the frell? The collar was supposed to prevent this kind of nonsense! Before he knew it, a potent Force blast knocked him in the chest, flinging the Sith Lord against the door of the cell.

"Nnnngh!"

His head slammed against durasteel surface with a crack, causing a momentary blackness to envelop him. His eyes snapped open and flashed a fiery crimson, then back to light brown. His fingers investigated the back of his head and came up bloody. Eyes locked onto Sparks with a malicious grin as he licked his own blood off his fingers.

So the little slicer that could wanted to fight him? He would give her a fight she would never forget.

Suddenly, the entire detention cell became inexplicably weightless. His feet, then his legs, and then entire body began to float like a cloud. Blinking in confusion he answered his buzzing commlink. The Captain's excited voice came through the receiver.

"Gravity systems are malfunctioning, My Lord! But we can't find the root cause."

"Make the jump to Korriban regardless," came his reply. "I want this ship in hyperspace NOW!"

Sage used the Force to help lower his feet to the floor and keep him there. His dark grin returned. Now with a warning.

"You've had your little fun, Spark. Whatever you're doing right now to the ship, stop."

As a demonstration as to why she shouldn't test him, Sage reached out with the Force and attempted to hit his captive with the painful blast of a Mind Shard. If she did not thwart the blow, it would feel like someone was raking jagged pieces of broken glass all over her brain.

[member="Spark Finn"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Sayl Bane"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"]

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Sage Bane"] [member="Sayl Bane"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]

Ewww, did he just lick...

Nose crinkled.

#totesgross

"Blehkkk, that's like, totally disgust-," there was a warning through the force and in his grin. Invisible force bubble came up. Blue-eyes narrowed in pain and anger as she felt a strong pressure on her brain. Seconds? Minutes? She didn't know how long she had until Sage's crew reversed the temporary damage she had mentally done on the ship's grav systems as she released it.

Better not waste it.

Ever the pragmatic, she complied to Sage's command. "What I'm doing right now," teeth ground out. "Okay."

Didn't say anything about what she might do to the ship, next.

#lawyered

The door to her cell, blood mark and all, hissed open behind that smirking face of his as the slicer mentally worked something a little closer to home. Force bubble slammed outward like an invisible wall with the intention of rocketing the sith lord back into the corridor. The lights to his ship flickered next, before plunging the crew, the blond, and the crimson-honey-brown eyed captor into utter darkness.

Nothing happened to disrupt the hyperspace functions or course to Korriban...yet.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

[SIZE=12pt]We will we will Rock you[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=12pt]Rekha bobbed her head as she prepared herself for this once again she was the only non-force user on the team. Not that she wanted to be force sensitive just meant she had to be wittier, smarter, and keep her eyes open.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]Blasters, check[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Knife in the boot, check.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Well as Squinty Eastwood would say, got your boots on you’re ready for battle. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]Rekha walked out from her hiding place where she had spent the last part of a half hour speaking to whatever gods there were listening. She knew [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]lay ahead, and she had kind of seen what she had to do, and when they were successful the other things she had to do.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She looked forward and could see Coren. He was ready for this, had been bouncing around clawing at everything looking for hints. She saw Sayl too, Rekha for once had not fraternized with everyone. She had kept to herself she hadn’t even made any flirty remarks towards Coren.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Well, I’m ready” Was all she said, it was now. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt] [/SIZE]

[member="Spark Finn"] [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Sayl Bane"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]​

 

[Coren Starchaser]

If there was one thing Coren Starchaser was good at, it was making things that moved cause a whole lot of damage. Sure, he wasn’t James Bond, nor was he Steve McQueen, but sometimes? Sometimes he figured his use of vehicular warfare as a means to an end was pretty close. Sure, sometimes the writer wished he had a character as cool as anything Steve McQueen could play, but for now? It’d just have to be Coren. It was coming up on time for a bit of action, and the man in charge of the Niathal shuttle was in his newly minted Vanguard armor. Trial by fire was always the best way to do it.

He looked back, what did he have for his crew here? [member="Rekha Kaarde"], the smuggler who he could never read, but always had his back, and the twin of Sage Bane, [member="Sayl Bane"], that one… he wasn’t sure how to handle, but she hadn’t stabbed him in the back yet. Could this go poorly for Coren, having her aboard? Absolutely. Was he worried?

Listen, he was Coren Starchaser, he could probably handle her.

Maybe.

“As soon as we pull into real space, we need to find his ship. Sayl, if you can touch him in the Force… I’d recommend trying.” He looked at his astromech and nodded, the unit was plugged into the ship’s sensors and was going to be tracking down every ship that seemed to be a match. This was the best lead they had.

“Dunno what we’ll find aboard that ship. Rek, if it gets bad, you get everyone out, I’ll delay Sage.” Delay here meaning hold him until any charges they placed took down his fething ship.

The droid beeped once more and Coren nodded. Time to go to real space. “Lets get to work.” He pulled the ship out of hyperspace and started navigating it through the space lane, watching the sensors starting to ping every ship in the system… Searching.

They were coming.

[member="Sage Bane"]
[member="Spark Finn"]

 

[Sayl Bane]

"I'll find him, don't worry." Because it was always a good idea to touch on the mind of a Sith Lord. That certainly wasn't a dangerous and possibly life-threatening endeavor at all. Well, perhaps not when you happened to be said Sith Lord's twin sister. Then maybe those mental defenses would be far more lax, allowing her past either instinctively or consciously. After all, they were blood, and Sayl knew that Sage still cared about her to some degree. Now, it seemed was the chance to put that to the test. If her presence was unwelcome, she would know almost immediately. Her brother was a mentalist, and if there was one thing he was good at, it was keeping people out. Hopefully he hadn't bargained for her.

Exhaling slowly she reached out, into the ether, searching for that one aura that so closely resembled her own despite rather blatant differences. It took mere minutes to find him, years as a child spent tracking him down through nothing more than her own grasp of the Force finally paying off. Now came the fun part. Was she supposed to actually try and talk to him, or just locate his signature and point them in the right direction? She opted for the latter, deciding to go with the safer of the two options for the moment. "This way." She pointed. "He's close. Distracted, so he hasn't noticed us yet. Keep it on the down low, but move fast. He's arrogant, but he isn't stupid." At least not in the traditional sense.

Dark eyes flickered briefly crimson, a minute change that went unnoticed by her. "And listen, Coren, you aren't fighting him on your own. I know this means a lot to you, and that it's more than personal. I can respect that. But what I can't respect is you charging in blind like an idiot just because you want retribution for what he did. If it comes down to it, let me handle him. You might think you know him, but you didn't live with the winbekhia for ten years." No one knew the twins like they knew each other, and nothing would change that. Now came the ultimate test of just how far that knowledge extended, and whether either of them were similar enough to their old selves for it to be remotely successful. Flying blind was never a good thing, but now it was their only option.

Glancing between [member="Coren Starchaser"] and [member="Rekha Kaarde"], she flashed an easy smile that was undermined by her next words. "I'm not going to turn on you either. If I wanted to do that, I had plenty of opportunities earlier. We're in this together, whether you like it or not."

[member="Sage Bane"], [member="Spark Finn"]

 

[Sage Bane]

Sage's Mind Shard attack crashed against Spark's Force bubble over and over again, like a battering ram. The tenacious Sith Lord was so determined to break in, that his obsession left him woefully unprepared for what happened next. The door to the cell opened behind him, and the Sith Lord was blasted backwards into the corridor, whipped up into the air by the absence of gravitational force.

"Sithspit!"

Floating like a hot air balloon, with as much hot wind to match, Sage grabbed his commlink and patched into the channel for his special forces.

"Bring me a Force suppression collar NOW!"

The ribbon of red lights that lit the corridor where Sage hovered began to flicker. In a few moments, there was a hum and a whir as the Obscurus was plunged into darkness.

Sage, as a half-Chiss, had a modicum of low light vision, and as he gazed around him, blinked in consternation. All along the dim corridor, soldiers, prisoners, and crew members floated helplessly in the air, bobbing like buoys on a rocky sea. One of his men, holding the Force suppression collar in his teeth, dog paddled in the air towards him, attempting to carry out his master's orders. Sage heard a sharp, frightened whinny. Whipping his head in the other direction, he saw that his Guarlara mount had somehow gotten free from the cargo hold and was soaring weightlessly past the corridor, headed towards the bridge. By the Maker if something happened to Nightbrother, there would be hell to pay!

Enraged, the Sith Lord gathered the Force around him to tether him to the grated floor. The Dark Side brimmed off him so strongly, his robes billowed out around him. Wait, no. That was the lack of gravity. Either way, Sage vowed to kill Spark in a slow and painful manner, raise her from the dead and kill her again, rinse and repeat.

As all this was happening, the crew of the Obscurus continued to carry out Sage's order and prepared the Corvette for the jump to Korriban.

[member="Sayl Bane"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"]

 

[Spark Finn]

Ooooooo.

The pet made its master mad. Knees firmly hugged the edge of the bench she sat on, fingers coming down to clamp around as well. Blond-hair floated in a tangled mess around her pale, face.

"Maybe you'll think twice before requiring group showers," the awkward-girl hollered as she jerked her chin sharply to the side. The cell door closed again, this time of her own volition. With a click and a whir, the used-up force collar broke free from her slight neck and floated...somewhere.

She wouldn't see them now but a rainbow ring of blue, green, yellow, and black bruises circled her skin from where the collar had been. Overdosing had come at a painful price, which sadly, wasn't very fashionable. #futuretrend? #ewwwno

Hooked into the system of Sage's ship, she could feel the jump about to go. To Korriban. Stomach dropped. Korriban!

She, of course, didn't know Coren was close by. If she had, she would've worked harder to stop the jump. Instead, she did what Mister Blue Eyes taught her. She searched for one of those space buoys. Coren would sense it - get it eventually. She was sure of it.

[<Sage is taking me to Korriban. Hurry.>]

But would it be in time?

The closed cell door wouldn't last for long. And the sith lord on the other side wanted to rip her head off, or worse, do that whole shower thing!!!!! #creeper

With no warning, the artificial gravity systems popped back on. Blond-hair flopped back onto her shoulders. The used-up force collar clunked harmlessly on the floor.

Gritting her teeth, her mind dove more fully into the ship's programming looking for one specific control: life support.

[member="Sage Bane"] [member="Sayl Bane"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"]

 

[Sage Bane]

Thunk!

The Sith Lord was thrown to the floor as the Obscurus' gravitational systems suddenly resumed. Sage grimaced as he rolled over onto his side. A warning would have been nice. Scrambling to his feet, he flicked the activation switch on red blade, which came alive with a snap-hiss. A soldier waited behind him, holding a brand new Force suppression collar, full of Spark-nullifying chemicals, a collar which would soon be snapped around the little troublemaker's neck. He sliced into the durasteel door with his saber, melting the metal in a perfect line as he moved the blade downwards. Agitated voices could be heard from Sage's open comlink as he worked.

"Prepare to make the jump on my mark."

"Standing by."

“Jumping to Korriban”

With a long, ear-splitting hum, the ship made its jump. Meanwhile, Sage worked quickly, knowing that Spark could short out his weapon at any minute. Once he made a hole big enough to fit through, he yanked the Force suppression collar out of the hands of his soldier, and gave him his next order.

“Get [member="Kuryr"] on the line, and prepare a dropship”

As the soldier trundled off, Sage turned towards the technopath, holding the collar gingerly in his pale thin, hands, as if she were a cornered Akk dog. With snake-like quickness, he moved forward, his aim to snap the device on her neck.

“You’ve been a naughty pet, Spark.”

[member="Spark Finn"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Sayl Bane"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"]

 

[Kuryr]

Kuryr wan't known for his patience, especially when he felt he was being jerked around. He had gotten the call from Sage Bane about acquiring a highly valuable slave and he was interested right away. It wasn't often a hand of the dark lord called, well it wasn't ever, and that was fine for him. Anytime sith were involved there was always added layers of complications. Complications thaw he didn't need, his life was complicated enough without a sith pissing all over it.

The small cantina that he was in was mostly deserted, more because his crew was keeping people out than anything else. He really didn't want a crowd watching and listening in when this Bane guy showed up. His business was jut that, his business. Bane had said something about a rather lovely human slave, that was apparently something of value to someone Kuryr had never heard of before and didn't really care about. What he did know was that human slaves, especially good looking females sold well. There was no shortage of beings in the galaxy that held a grudge for humans and their constant need to be everywhere. More than a few felt it was a ironic revenge to own a human slave to two. Females sold better than most, and attractive females, sold to the right client, could fetch a small fortune.

He took a long drag of his cigarra and smiled, if all else fined the little beauty could be kept in his club on Balosar, dancing and entertaining high rollers. Dekka, his beat up gungan engineer wandered into the cantina and nodded, the smell of alcohol flowing off the man like perfume.

" Kuryr, yoo'sa got a call from that big poodoo sith. Hee'sa wants to talk to you."

With a sigh Kuryr pulled the cigar from his mouth and mashed it on the table in front of him, complications, that's what happens when you work with sith…" Let go see that the prissy sith wants. He probably wants a crown or a throne to something. You know how they are, always looking for something extravagant." He stood and began to follow Dekka back to the small command center that they had commandeered for their stay.

[member="Sage Bane"][member="Spark Finn"][member="Sayl Bane"][member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Sage Bane"] [member="Kuryr"] [member="[member="Sayl Bane"]"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"]

Blond-brows furrowed as she used the force to continue her quest to crunk-up Sage's ship. After a little more digging, she found life support. On the bridge. With a sharp, mental nudge, she scrambled the codes.

Alarms would blare and oxygen levels would plummet if she was successful.

She was so ingrained in what she was doing, she didn't notice the sudden red-fire of Sage's saber until the hole was cut in the door. Blue-eyes widened in the semi-dark. The lights flickered in her cell and the corridor. The slicer had no doubt that like the gravity, the engineers would have the lights functional again, soon.

As Sage lunged, she lunged. Thin-forearm went up to bat the collar to the side as she lunged away. Something sharp pricked across her skin. A drop, maybe more, had gotten through from one of the syringes. She felt her connection to the force weaken but she wasn't cut off, yet. Other hand balled-up into a fist as she went for a swift hook-punch toward the side of Sage's face as her feet continued their lunge for the door, to slip around the side of the sith master.

With a crinkle of her brow and some mechu-deru, her damaged cell door opened...along with all the prison doors in the hall.

If she had known about the pirate slaver, she might've shown him some of her best dance moves.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

[SIZE=12pt]If it gets bad he said I[/SIZE] [SIZE=12pt]F it gets bad. Wasn’t it already bad? She nodded, she understood the risk understood the what if’s. Rekha heard the self-assured tone of Sayl determined to find her brother. The promise of not turning on either of them. In it together. Together. She wanted to go and sit up there in the co-pilot seat, she wanted to tease him a hundred different ways to keep him relaxed but focused. But did neither.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]There was something Rekha was going to add to her little collection of weaponry. Two grenades, one sticky, one smoke. Before agreeing to anything else she headed back to find the two things she wanted.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]A hundred thoughts came and went drifting on infinite waves of color. Rekha had a hundred memories that she held onto every day, a hundred times how she had come through, and how she believed herself to be The Lucky Lady.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]The search was on and Rekha completely out of character was keeping back, staying away, just listening. The tiny tremor that went through her hand that tapped the side of her leg unconscious that she was doing it. Flashes of color came to mind-dark purples, menacing crimsons, and feelings of….desolation and fear…and the hint of joy. All this time being a threesome. Rekha smiled. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]She remembered the first day she met Jon and how he charmed her, he had taken her sass without a blink. Each time she pushed him away, he pushed harder to come back. He was out there, lost in the stars, and now mon loup was back. He was trouble in capital letters she knew it. What if he told the secret he knew to [member="Coren Starchaser"] and [member="Spark Finn"] . Rekha knew she couldn’t take that risk. She remembered that first time she met Spark and Coren. What a pair even then she knew she couldn't endanger them not after all of this. If she really wanted to help weren't her talents more useful up there, scanning, listening. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]Rekha’s green eyes looked at [member="Sayl Bane"] could she be trusted. Rekha would have to her lives depended on it. She bit her lip a bit nervous the plan was almost laid out.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She would have warned them both but did not think it would matter right now. They were both determined set in the minds, all she could do for now was support what they wanted to do.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]This for now was waiting.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt][member="Sage Bane"][/SIZE]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Not fighting alone? Sure, maybe he wasn’t, but Coren Starchaser didn’t have any of the Warbirds here, he had his new team. He could trust them, but it wasn’t the same as what he was familiar with. Even with Coren’s Angels, he had always felt a bit… second to his first team. He knew that he could trust the likes of [member="Rekha Kaarde"] and [member="Anastasia Rade"] and [member="Spark Finn"] with his life. The new team-member, the late-to-the-game Sixth Ranger of [member="Sayl Bane"], he was still unsure of. But they were here now, and hadn’t killed him.

The Niathal pulled from hyperspace into real space and the scanners had gotten to work. That was when the astromech started scanning the buoys as well, too many flights were moving and looking through that would have the ship list in the area.

That was the discovery of the message. It played over the ship. Spark was going to Korriban.

“Well, we’ve got a destination, we need a ship…” He looked out past the view port, muttering to himself. His other hand was working on putting in a jump to Korriban, just in case they couldn’t stop the ship here. And that’s when he realized it was gone. It had jumped.

He saw it fething jump.

“Fethin’ sith ass…” He shook his head and turned fully to the navigators chair. “Everyone ready for a jump?”

Right now he had two things on his mind.

Saving Spark and murdering Sage. And not necessarily in that order.

[member="Sage Bane"]
[member="Kuryr"]

 

[Sage Bane]

The collar clattered to the floor as Spark swiped it out of his hands. The Sith Lord growled. Sage was growing tired of trying to reign in the little blonde moppet, especially in light of the digital mischief she was making on his ship's computer. It was time for Spark to finally face her fate. When she lashed out to punch his face, his lightning quick reflexes kicked in. As her fist connected with his pale jaw, his hand shot up and clamped around her bony wrist. When she tried to run, she was yanked back by his death grip. The Force suppression collar flew up in to his free hand and he snapped it around her neck with a satisfied grunt. The Sith Lord pinned both hands behind her back and, holding her firmly by her arms, pushed her out into the corridor.

The Obscurus was still in complete turmoil. Some One Sith prisoners had gotten loose when Spark opened all of the detention cell doors, and were being chased around the cabin, and a few of Sage's soldiers were trying to coax Sage's mount, Nightbrother, back into the cargo hold, a difficult task with all of the frightened Guarlara's whinnying and kicking. Sage paid them no mind, instead making a bee line to the dropships with the girl in tow. He shoved Spark inside, where there were four soldiers and a pilot waiting. Then, ignoring Spark completely, he patched himself into the waiting Holocall.

A blue three-dimensional image of the pirate named [member="Kuryr"] flickered into life.

"I'm in space over Korriban to deliver that special merchandise that we previously discussed," he said in a clipped tone, gesturing towards the gangly technopath with a dark smile.

"Send my men the landing coordinates, and we'll be dirtside shortly."

Sage glanced over at Spark and gave her a mock-frowny face.

"Sorry, Spark. This relationship really isn't working out for me. I think we might need a bit of time apart."

[member="Spark Finn"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Sayl Bane"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"]

 

[Kuryr]

The holoprojector sprang to life and the image of a pompous looking humanoid male and a rather homely looking female filled projector array. As he listened he wondered exactly what all of the noise was about in the background. It almost sounded like sirens. The sith hardly seemed like a lord, even though his arrogance was pallable as he spoke, but it was obvious that the girl was more trouble than she seemed to be. "Seems like you have had quite an adventure, Lord Bane." He managed to keep most of his contempt for the title out of his voice ,even as the disfigured gungan in the background chuckled lightly. It was no secret that Kuryr held disdain for almost every other being in the galaxy, at least until they could prove they held worth besides their own self worth.

"Tell your pilots to head to these coordinates, I shall be waiting." He tapped in the coordinates to the newly opened Golg slave pits, " Does your.. guest... have any special needs that I should be aware of?" He was sure that anyone that could frustrate a sith lord was someone to be careful around, turning to Dekka he added, "Go and find Chuka, tell her bring a leash and cuffs, we might have a fighter on our hands." He wasn't against torturing slaves that couldn't be kept in line, but he wanted to avoid that with any potential profitable slaves. If all else failed he would use his electrowhip. A few lashes from that usually kept wayward slaves in line.


[member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Rekha Kaarde"] | [member="Spark Finn"] |[member="Sayl Bane"]

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Kuryr"] [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Coren Starchaser"][member="Rekha Kaarde"][member="Sayl Bane"]

With a yank, snap, and click the petite Underground member was cut off from the force for a second time. Her neck ached as new bruises mixed with old. Bare-feet shivered against the cold, deck plating of the drop ship. Shaking out her punching hand, she sat silently, blue eyes beneath glass lenses widening slightly at the exchange between her captor and some muscular, green looking BA dude.

#definitelyBA

Relief at no longer being exposed to the smirking, smart-ass face of Sage Bane quickly turned to dread and anxiety with realization of her new fate. Ironic that so much work helping refugees escape this position landed her in it.

#ImissSpacebook #coreniscomingright? #maybeslavesgetwifi

Blond tangled and frazzled hair from the past week remained unkempt around her pale face. Refusing to look the Sith Lord in the eyes for fear of losing the small amount of courage or hope she had left, she muttered one word.

"Hypocrite."

 

[Sayl Bane]

It was more than obvious neither [member="Coren Starchaser"] or [member="Rekha Kaarde"] trusted her, but none of them were in the position to pick and choose who they were working with. And besides, there were more important things at hand. Such as actually catching up to her brother and showing him the error of his ways in a rather physical manner. Something that Sayl would happily help with, at this point. "Yeah, let's go. The faster we take him down, the faster everybody gets away happy." And she was more than ready to help miff up his pretty face. It would be a mercy to inflict nothing more than that, at this point. Sage deserved far worse than something superficial, and even she would deliver that at this point.

Still she kept one ethereal tether connected to her twin, lingering behind the curtain of his subconscious, only evident should he actively look to sift out her presence among the more immediate auras that were no doubt more pertinent in his mind. A part of her was half-tempted to reach out in a manner that would be immediately noticed, and perhaps speak to him through telepathy. Anything to immediately halt his progress and give him pause enough to allow them to catch up. But she wouldn't put the rest of them in danger just because of her own idle thoughts. Just as the rest of them, she would have to settle for waiting until they met face-to-face.

But it wouldn't hurt to ask. "You want me to try and talk to him? Telepathically, I mean. To maybe slow him down, get him to doubt himself." Of course, even she had her doubts that anything would cause Sage to find himself uncertain of his next move. It was difficult to unbalance an individual so self-import and overconfident when it came to their own skill. But maybe the presence of a sibling that he hadn't spoken to in a year or more would do just that. It was worth a try, but she would leave it up to the two of them. There wasn't a point in making anyone more uneasy with her being there.

[member="Spark Finn"], [member="Kuryr"], [member="Sage Bane"]