Public BLACK SUN PRESENTS Weekend Treasure Hunt 35: Treasure of the Traitor Empress (OPEN)

[Jerec Asyr]

The ruin of a crimson gas giant, shredded by gravitic warp, orbits the Hutt-sacred Godsheart Pulsar.

An unspeakable distortion from Xelec, the Lonely Warren, has thrown the century-old Sith flagship Chimaera into the gas giant's eternal storms. Probe droids report the ship is un-crewed, inert, and bursting with esoteric collections. Its two strange reactors are inoperable in any reasonable time frame.

This ship is the one and only treasure vault of Ashin Varanin, once the Empress of the Sith, conqueror of ten thousand worlds before you were born.

You know what to do.

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• At random intervals I will roll a d20 and the ship will lurch deeper into the gas giant's embrace. The longer you risk sticking around, the better your chances of great reward. When the total rolls reach arbitrary thresholds the ship will sink unless someone opts to take relevant actions.
• The gas giant's atmosphere is breathable and gravity is within normal ranges.
• Anything aboard the ship is fair game. The ship can also be assumed to carry a wealth of mundane treasure, carbon-frozen Sith rivals, ritual accoutrements, weapons, etc.
• I probably will not DM this thread — do not wait on me or anyone — but I reserve the right to make low-effort snatch-and-grabs encounter unforgettably horrible things.

CLAIMED SO FAR

Contempt, Ashin's armor - Varm Nul and Koda Fett
The lightsabers of Darth Shule, Je'gan Olra'en, illusionist and fencer, Fallanassi heretic, repentant Sith, briefly Grandmaster of the Jedi Order - Varm Nul and Koda Fett
Krath war droid with original pulse-wave bow and preserved five-thousand-year-old Jedi bloodstains - Varm Nul and Koda Fett
Ring of the Root-Mind - Warpriest Prime
Petrichor, a powerful translation ring - Tansu Treicolt
Khovesk, Ashin's mace - Warpriest Prime
Ashin's glove - Vestra Tane
Fragments of the Obsidian Throne - Vestra Tane
Chimaera nav database, including post-Planeshift data for huge portions of the Unknown Regions, gathered by a probe campaign as a gift to the Sith Empire - Kaia Starchaser
Immortality files - Varm and Koda
Knife collection - Darth Anathemous
Krath Omensight mask - Vakhari Lutris
Nar Shaddaa apartment keys - Quinn Varanin
Kaiburr Crystal - Quinn Varanin
Sunlight and ritual notes on Sith worlds - Quinn
Nova Holocron - Mercy
Theed estate keys - Quinn
Way of the Monolith - Mercy

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Jerec Asyr //:
//: O P E N //:
//: Aboard the PGEM M-SOC Gozanti Eidolon //:
//: Attire //:

Quinn had finally caught blips of a forgotten treasure. As of recent, she had made the claim of rising through the ranks of the Empire to take her place as Empress of the Sith and usher in a new era.

The small crew she had mustered inched forward on her newly acquired cruiser.

Much like her mother, Quinn had retrofitted a throne-like commander's chair. Sitting upon it, she watched as they began to draw closer to the forgotten ship. It had haunted her dreams, never showing up anywhere on radars, no matter how hard the young Echani had searched.

Finally, it was here; finally, it was within her grasp. There was one item that called to her, but she would take the rest as her birthright.

"Ma'am, probes state that the ship is uncrewed." A man turned and looked towards the Princess.

She nodded as she kept her hand to her chin. Of course, it was uncrewed, but knowing her mother, there were other reasons that this ship hadn't been found or touched until now.

"Alright, do more security scans. I want to make sure it's safe enough to board. Also search for any others that think they have a right to this vault."

 

[Nero Drake]

THE HOWLRUNNER
BLACK SUN CATACLYST RAIDER
Aylin Dara Quinn Varanin

Nero didn't like the groans their hull was making one bit. Pressure gauges on his station were pushing alarmingly close to redline. Their ship was built for these depths in theory but there were many a tale of crews lost to the tempest's wrath.

"She's a mean old girl with a stormy temper," he tried not to sound afraid, "Maybe we should turn-"

One look at The Madclaw and Nero knew his very survival depended on not finishing that sentence. His prayers were soon answered when the hazy outline of a massive star destroyer finally entered visual range. Their rodian pilot reported some kind of unknown probe on sensors.

"Well blow it up."

Acting on Nero's orders, the Howlrunner opened fire on a nearby probe deployed by the Sith princess' Gozanti transport. Difficult to tell if they hit anything in all this sensor interference. There was no debating with Captain Madclaw when the wookiee smelled treasure so Nero began docking procedures with one of the destroyer's many airlocks anyway.

"I'll assemble the boarding party, cap'n!"

Most of the crew like Isur were mercenaries working for cold hard credits but sometimes they pressganged labor off shadowports like Kwenn Station. Aylin wasn't loyal to the Madclaw, but conscripts had their uses.

"Ladies first," Nero gestured to the airlock like a gentleman, "Go and check if the air's poison."

He knew the air wasn't poison but Aylin didn't.

 

[Lachadann]

While considering whether to join in the hunt, Lachadann evaluated

POSSIBLE BOUNTIES​

• Force Artifacts - 50,000
• Estranged Princess, Quinn Varanin - 150,000, unknown if present but clues or connection possible due to same last name
• Exotic Beasts - 50,000, rumor had it a carbonite-frozen Rathtar was aboard
• Boost some Imperial jackpad's ride - A unique ranged weapon
• Bounty — Sith & Dark Jedi - 100,000
• Bounty — Dark Side Holocrons & Artifacts - 20,000
• Standing Reward: Navicomputers and Hyperdrives - 10,000

What a smorgasbord.

 

[Lirka Ka]

It did not matter what fancy title she wore. At the end of it all Lirka Ka was a marauder, a thief, proper scum. Perhaps that is why she had gotten along so swimmingly with dear War Marshal Helix - when the prospect of ancient Sith treasures appearing out of thin air reached her helm's audio receptors, making an appearance was simply inevitable. The presence of Quinn Varanin merely sweetened the pot.

For as much as Lirka was a lying, murderous, marauding scum - she was also a leech. She had run the variables, considered the prospects. And the young Varanin had caught her attention, and to that end, floating in the girl's orbit whenever she could had become a secondary duty when time allotted itself. Indeed, there were many would-be-Emperors and would-be-Empresses that littered the domain of the Sith, Lirka merely understood that to see the Dark Path successful, she needed to put her lot behind the winning team, and see just how deep she could dig her wretched claws into the "winning team".

She loomed as a metallic giant in the meager crew the Princess had assembled. It certainly wasn't the sort of smash-and-grab assembly Lirka would have made, but she kept that opinion to herself. Taking the role of the near-silent sentinel for now - though at the mention of the notion that other looters may appear Lirka had to do her best not to chuckle. Birthright was a funny thing, she had been plagued by it in her youth. In the great wide cosmos, Birthright meant very little compared to the galactic constant of "claimsies."

"Like maggots to carrion, they will come. I advise haste."

She wore a curt veneer now compared to the droning preaching she so often espoused. Today was a day to watch and understand the most valuable of variables within the Empire.

 

[Tydeus Shorn]

As the Wayfarer-class freighter, Outbound, emerged from hyperspace, the blue whorl of hyperspace re-constituted into the black void of realspace marked only by an immense red glow of a gas giant. As they moved deeper into the gas giant's atmosphere, the storms became violent, rocking the freighter, but ahead - through the viewport - loomed a dark, triangle shape trapped in the planet's embrace, slowly sinking beneath the crimson clouds. Flashes of lightning lit the clouds, revealing the immense vessel.

"There she is," Tydeus pointed. "The Chimaera. A3, take us in for docking."

The astromech inside the cockpit gave a cheery whistle, initiating docking procedures.

Another crash of lightning, then droplets of helium rain began to pound the forward viewport.

Tydeus grimaced. He stood up, footsteps lumbering in his enviro hazard suit, and moved toward their freighter's starboard airlock. Gray eyes looked up to meet those of the woman who had agreed to join him on this hunt for a Sith Empress' lost treasure hoard.

"We won't have much time, these storms are too violent," he handed her a helmet. "You ready?"

There came a metallic thud and then a hiss as they latched onto one of the Chimaera's airlocks. Ready or not, they were here.

Tansu Treicolt

 

[Delila Castillon]

Floating through the vessel of now enemy Ashin Cardé Varanin , Delila found herself scoffing at each turn. She hadn't quite learned how to navigate the after life like she wanted. Learning curves on how to appear and not appear on demand was still tricky.

Last week she had found herself in the men's toilets on some derelict freighter. Some had ran out screaming, pants still down.

Now she was looking through the remnants of this woman's life. Well, lifetimes maybe. It seemed she changed bodies quite often.

Delila stared down at a charred, janky arm. Prosthetic.

"Was this queen a hoarder? Who keeps a arm for shits and giggles?"

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

Her father was always out this way. She'd stop in later. But finding the path to Xelec was easier for her than most. But the ship that was the target? More of a challenge. The Wandering Star made its way to the gas giant once it located the quarry and found a space to dock. Easy to remember.

Now the challenge was finding the target. She offloaded herself; Warden of the Sky special gear, able to move and fight but her lightsaber there just in case.

"Porter. Keep the ship running. Drifter, you're with me." She picked up her father’s astromech for this trip. Drifter was going to download the dead ships map and Kaia was going to make the smash and grab. Holocrons or navigation systems.

The girl had goals.

 

[Jerec Asyr]

Quinn Varanin Nero Drake Lirka Ka Tydeus Shorn Delila Castillon Kaia Starchaser

The halls of the Chimaera are as black and matte as the hull; bring a light. The main treasure vaults and display cases all branch off a central trunk line, bow to stern. The ship groans with the stress of gravitic and atmospheric pressures. It lurches as warps grip it despite its colossal inertia. It slips fractionally farther into the crimson stormscape, which bathes just the outermost corridors in thematically appropriate lighting.

 

[Ellissanthia]

Location: Eidolon
Mission Objective: Claim the vault.
Tag: Quinn Varanin Lirka Ka

It had not taken much in the way of persuasion for Ellissanthia to join the expedition to the Chimaera. The ancient Sith flagship had by most accounts, simply appeared in the Hutt sector as if by will of the Force, caught in the orbit of a crimson gas giant. For her part, the Undine had arrived to ensure that the vault—whatever its contents—was brought into the hands of the Sith.

And perhaps through her efforts, she might earn the right to study or better yet, claim a portion of the prize.

In that, Ellissanthia felt a pull towards a few select pieces that were rumored to be within the hoard. Of course, there was no guarantee that the pieces would be there, nor that she would arrive in time to claim them.

They could not afford to waste time.

A glance at the sensor readouts on the bridge confirmed her suspicions. There were other crews already moving to dock with the flagship, their greed palpable in the pulses of their sensor signatures. Features blossoming crimson beneath her cerulean-hued skin, Ellissanthia put on her face mask and activated her neck piece, at which point an invisible conformal shield formed around her head to generate a personal atmosphere which served to protect her from the vacuum. Still, as hot as her blood ran in the moment, the Undine held her place on the bridge, a taut coil of impatience and fury as the Sith—the Princess Quinn Varanin—moved to take the lead.

Perhaps they might be late. But in that delay came a wicked, thrilling promise: the opportunity for her to strike down the scavengers, marauders, and scum that sought to profane the hull of the Chimaera. In that, the Undine felt a twitch in her eyes, her instincts screaming for action as she glanced towards the towering, monstrous figure of her fellow Kainate, the Slavemaster General, by her side.

"Like maggots to carrion, they will come. I advise haste."

“Indeed, Lady Princess.” Ellissanthia echoed the Slavemaster General. “The rats scurry towards aurodium, mistaking it for cheese.” The Undine growled. "We must destroy or outpace them, before they realize the true value of the artifacts within."

 

[Warpriest Prime]

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ᛖᚳ ᚠᛁᛚ ᛋᚣᚾᚪ ᚦᛖᚱ ᛖᛁᛏ ᚠᚪᚷᚱᛏ

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The void spat her out in a flare of blue-white fire.

The Queen's Chariot tore from hyperspace into the roiling shadow of the Hutt-sacred Godsheart Pulsar. Realspace stretched, snapped, and shuddered, and in its wake a crimson titan swelled before them: a gas giant in ruin, shredded and mangled by gravitic tides. The world was a corpse, forever raked by storms so violent the very clouds screamed. And nestled deep within that abyss, lashed by lightning, loomed a hulk that could silence entire star systems with its name.

The Chimaera.

The Empress's jewel. The flagship of Ashin Varanin, Sith warlord, conqueror of ten thousand worlds. Abandoned, swallowed by the storms, yet still clutching to its iron ribs the treasures of a throne long lost.

Domina lounged in her throne-seat upon the bridge, her azure claws clicking along the armrest as the voidlight painted her chitin in hues of blood and shadow. A slow drag from her cigar left her mandibles trembling with satisfaction; she exhaled not smoke, but a glittering haze of dust that shimmered across the command deck like a living nebula. Her five eyes dilated, fixed on the broken leviathan adrift below.

"Oh gee golly goody gumdrops what the KARK is all this then eh?" she murmured, her tone part amused hunger, part prayer.

X9, ever-faithful and ever-cynical, swiveled its head as streams of holodata and sensor readouts bathed the bridge. "I knew it, Milady. The Empress's former vessel. But we are not alone it seems~" Its voice carried both warning and delight as the holos projected a cluster of different crafts already piercing the storms, boarding claws latching onto the Sith warship's hide.

The Xeno's grin spread wide, predatory, as her massive tail coiled and lashed behind her. Rising to her full height, she stretched one clawed hand skyward, as if clawing at an unseen star. Shadows bent at her feet, and the Warwitch of Prime swelled like a storm within a storm.

"Oh, how the gods smile upon us," she declared, voice rich and reverent, echoing like a psalm in the thunder. "Their favor stirs the ashes of old tyrants, their will grants us plunder born of blood. This is no ruin. This is a feast!"

She flicked the cigar to the deck, grinding it beneath a claw. Then, with a laugh that rattled the bridge, she spun on her heel, tail swishing like a banner in war-wind.

"Bring us in, X9. Mama's going hunting."

The bridge lights flickered as she strode toward the hangar, every step a drumbeat of inevitability. Behind her, the storms raged, the pulsar flared, and The Chimaera awaited- Its vaults heavy with the secrets of gods and empires long dead.

Striding toward the hangar with sudden giddiness, smoke and shadow swirling in her wake. The drop ship waited, its belly open like the maw of some faithful beast, and already she was pulling open lockers of wargear, claws dancing over weapons with a chittering hum of delight.

"Hmm- yes, yes, what shall we bring to this feast of gods and ghosts?" She drew forth a mace heavy with cruel studs, swinging it lazily until the air whined with its weight. "Too blunt?" she mused, tossing it aside to the rack with a clatter. Next came a curved Sith sword, its edge drinking light like water; she held it up to her face, tilting her head as though appraising a jewel. "Beautiful, but fussy." She giggled, almost girlish, before reaching for the next.

One by one, weapons were drawn, swung, tested- hammers that could break armor like eggshells, rifles that hissed with energy, pistols polished in ancient silver, blades that whispered promises when held too long. Each she admired, and each she discarded, tail swishing happily as though she were choosing silks for a festival, not arms for a raid.

Finally she spun, claws full of steel, mandibles clicking in amusement as her eyes fell upon X9. She held up a massive warhammer in one claw and a wickedly curved vibrosword in the other, both humming with restrained menace.

"Well?" she purred, leaning close with a grin that glittered like the storms outside. "Tell me, my little oracle- should Mama Prime bring? Thunder...or fire?"

She tilted her head, feigning a swoon as she pressed the sword dramatically against her chest. "Ya know what, your right. Can never go wrong with a classic~" She quipped before X9 could even answer, tossing both the weapons in her claws to the floor and reaching into the locker to pull out a large battlexe and tracing her azure claws across it's golden steel.

The drop ship hissed as it powered up, its engines growling like a beast straining at its leash. Domina's laughter echoed through the hangar, wild and exultant, as she prepared to hurl herself headlong into the storm and claim the vault of an empire for her own.

"WHELP...lets get evil~" She sang as she boarded the ship and it's engines roared like a creature from the deep. Carrying the xeno towards her quarry~

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Lirka Ka //: Ellissanthia //:
//: Aboard the PGEM M-SOC Gozanti Eidolon //:
//: Attire //:

Quinn was lucky to have some of the Kainites' best with her, along with her own apprentice. She looked towards the ship, and as she narrowed her eyes, she realized.

"I think it's sinking into whatever that is." Quinn waved her hand over the viewpoint. "Play it back." The bridge shuffled and listened to the woman as she groaned. Of course, this was how it was going to play out. Looking at Lirka and Ellissanthia, she nodded.

"If you two could board first with whatever you've brought, that would be the best course of action." She stands from her command chair. As she stepped down the short dias, she became shorter than the once-Selphi.

"I can bring up the rear, and if Eira ever decides to show her face on the bridge, she'll come too." She looked around, not seeing the feral woman she had claimed as her apprentice. Either way, she would be fine on her own if necessary.

"Take us as close as possible, we'll take care of the rest." She ordered, and the resounding yes from the bridge began to push the cruiser closer. The ship wasn't meant for a fight. Still, if necessary, it would hopefully be able to maneuver enough out of the way to jump to hyperspace.

If all went according to plan, the Chimera could find its place back in a Sith Fleet.

She paused and looked at the two, "We aren't far, so prepare to board."

Quinn wasn't the brightest when it came to ship command, so she hoped both her comrades were a bit more knowledgeable as to when to board and how far they needed to be. The haughty princess made her way from the bridge towards the docking tube location.

Hopefully, that was the best way they could do this, or if either of her companions had a better idea.

She paused for just a moment. "Your discoveries are yours and your kills will be rewarded." Quinn exhaled as she focused on the one item she desired.

"I'm only looking for the fragments of a lost blade of my mother's. So do as you please, both of you, but do ensure you come back alive." The Princess smiled, keeping her guard up around the pair.

"I'd hate to explain to my Uncle what happened."

//: Tydeus Shorn // Nero Drake //: Jerec Asyr //: Kaia Starchaser //: Eira Dyn //:​

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Aboard the PGEM M-SOC Gozanti Eidolon
Objective: Steal items important for Quinn
Equipment: Vibro-daggers, vibro-sword, blaster pistol, mask
Outfit: Assassin Attire
Tag: Quinn Varanin | Lirka Ka | Ellissanthia | Tydeus Shorn | Nero Drake | Jerec Asyr | Kaia Starchaser

Looking over the report, Eira confirmed the items that were going to be there and noting several that seemed to be of high value and importance, perhaps not necessarily the highest priority but if they were available to grab on the exit. No point letting them go to waste, especially since some use would be found for them. Her note taking and care consideration of everything that could be taken and used was the reason behind her tardiness. Though it was hardy that late. She was merely a few minutes behind everyone else and caught the comment about her not being on time to the meeting with Quinn.

"I am here Master," Eira extended her hand several people deep in the crowd of people looking over the information at the bridge. Squeezing through, the acolyte made her way to where Quinn, Lirka and a new face that Eira did not recognise. The assassin stood as respectfully close to Quinn as she could, "I was not going to leave you own Master. Not when I can help out." A grin behind the mask, she was keen on showing how valuable she could be for Quinn as well as the Sith Order on a larger whole.

Eira needed to show that she was progressing and was able to become a more powerful piece on the board. It was just something that would be taking time.

Looking at the situation, things seemed to be getting unfortunately more dire as the time passed, meaning the priority item was even higher on the list. Everything else was much lower down. If even possible now. "Ready to go when you are," nodding to the trio of other women.

 

[Darth Anathemous]

Location: Boarding the Chimaera
Wearing: Armor
Tag: Tamsin Starfall Vakhari Lutris Vestra Tane | TBA

The SIN II "Haunt" entered system near the storm's edge, cloaked and unseen.

Darth Anathemous could hardly believe the rumors were true when the probes returned; The Chimaera, that storied old thing, drifted silently somewhere within the maelstrom. She'd met Ashin Cardé Varanin once before, during the Sundering Dawn crisis. They explored prophecies together, unlocked secrets which confused and disturbed.

But most of all, it told her that Ashin was not to be trifled with.

The young lord made a decision when she entered the stealth boarding craft with her team of "collectors". If the Chimaera was fated to be destroyed by this storm, than it's contents must be saved at all costs. If Ashin came for them, she would explain her reasoning and hope for the best. There was simply too much history—and power—at stake to risk anything less.

"The Masquerade" departed it's mothership without haste, cloaked of course, while Zero plotted a complicated but uneventful course through the storm, though it was still a bumpy ride.

They would arrive close to the back half of the Chimaera, deploying a Plasma Cut boarding tube to insert themselves inside the historic vessel.

A team of modified SB-H Commando Droids entered first, each sweeping the hallway with militant precision, before forming a defensive parameter around the breach.

Anathemous made heavy footfall behind them, dressed in darksteel and exo-muscle.

The hunt was on.

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[Delila Castillon]

They would arrive close to the back half of the Chimaera, deploying a Plasma Cut boarding tube to insert themselves inside the historic vessel.

'Hearing' the noise, Delila left her spot of digging through Ashin's personal effects. Seemed quite vain in her eyes but could it really be all that important if it was floating on here on a junked out, glorified storage vessel? The ghostly redhead doubted the woman was even using sunscreen and moisturizer that she implicitly stressed. Very concerning to see your once decent-looking body break out in liverspots because its new owner couldn't be bothered to visit the local department store beauty counter.

Drifting through the corridors, a fine eyebrow raised at the armor-clad crew entering the old storage vessel.

"Come to raid this hoarders den?"

It was a fifty-fifty shot if they noticed her. A lot didn't. A lot did.

Darth Anathemous | @Tasmin Graves | Vakhari Lutris | Vestra Tane​

 

[Vakhari Lutris]

Tags: Darth Anathemous Vestra Tane Tamsin Starfall

Imagine, just sitting in your office, then all of a sudden some Sith lord contacts you... Speaking about some hidden vault of treasures that belonged to a previous empire.
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"Is there truly an empire in this day and age? How can one have full faith in something like that when the threads of fate are controlled not by us?"

A testament to her words when she had spoken them on Rhand, things come and go, empires rise and they fall. But there was something that always remained, that has been since the first stars screamed out into the void like a babe emerging from a mother's womb.

But today was to be different from the typical, dealing with all these vessels intrigued by trinkets... She would be a hypocrite if she herself wasn't at least interested in what sorts of books and or holocrons littered this place.

"Jacking in now."

Vakhari states over their secure comms, imagery and text appearing right before their eyes.

. . . Welcome . . .

. . .

. . . Vitals . . . Normal . . .

. . .

. . . All persons accounted for . . .

. . .

The techie hired on for this mission, one Vakhari Lutris. She synced with all their systems, even any gadgets they carried on their bodies. She would see through their eyes, monitor all vitals, and deal with any technical issues. All they had to do was watch her back, the girl wasn't build for physical combat.

"Right, keeping a watch on your vitals along with getting to look through your eyes. Deployed droids are also connected, they find something or take damage you will be in the know."

Tech aside, Vakhari had bonded her force with the group. She would be using them all as conduits, along with mobile cams.

"Droids are on overclock, should be at their maximum capacity just in case."

Before the group would delve deeper into this place, the young Lutris had made sure to protect both their systems. Physical and technical, a robust firewall made by a supercomputer Arkainian should keep out unwanted threats.

"Heads up, deploying an extra droid. M0rtis will follow the group, just give him commands. Best used as a scout, but if damaged or destroyed it won't be an issue."

There wouldn't be anything that could get past for long, Vakhari seeing and monitoring through each and every member of this team.

"Oh and by the way, if you find any books or nifty little holocrons... I want them."

For both her safety and being a more logical thing to do, their techie hire on would remain on the hidden vessel owned by Darth Anathemous . Unless, the group was in opposition to this plan?​

 

[Eaton Waters]

In the order of things that Eaton was really good in?

One. Using things that others made for him, like the compass that sought out Force artifacts his sister created. It was why he was out near this gas giant, overlooking the Star Destroyer Chimaera. A treasure vault of someone whose skill in the Force even Brooke was concerned about. And if his sister was worried? So was he.

Two. Flying his ship. Typically an A-Wing but lately his hot-rodded Niathal shuttle was doing it for him. Reinforced, and roomier than the A-Wing, this was racing a strong longhaul marathoner versus the cramped sprinter that was his fighter. A roll, and he was in the gas giant’s atmosphere. Juking around the gravity anomalies, Eaton saw the vessel ahead. A few ships already here, but he landed himself in the hangar all the same. The red ship touching down as he grabbed his gear.

Three. Liberating things that weren’t his. And that was what he was here to do today. Making his way into the hangar, Eaton was in his dark clothes, an all weather suit really, a bandolier across his chest with a few knives, including one that can unlock many non-electronic doors. What he saw ahead of him was a computer terminal. Stepping up to it, he had his SCOMP out and started to get to work.

He was here to prove he was great at the third item.

 

[Tamsin Starfall]

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Theme: Glitter & Gold
Equipment: Armor | Other Equipment Here
Tags: Darth Anathemous | Vakhari Lutris | Delila Castillon | Vestra Tane

Under the surface an anger boiled in Tamsin, it wasn't that long ago she was at a bit of odds with her sister. It was the first time the two had really had an actual disagreement or argument and deep-down Tamsin really wasn't over it. Though she had put it to the side for the time being, went back to playing the good little apprentice. Still inside of her something was broken but like always she buried it and let it fester.

She said nothing as she came up to Kaila's side as the two descended into the Chimaerathe from the Masquerade. Maybe a treasure hunt on this ship from a long time ago would put her right though she doubted it. As they made it into the larger vessel Tamsin's eyes scanned the area with all her senses.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, as she felt like they were being watched. Yet she couldn't pinpoint from were. Before she could even try to figure it out though a voice popped over the comms and she felt a sickening presence in her head but only for a second.

A seconds after Vakhari Lutris hacked into there systems, Tamsin went dark from the system the mind crown cutting off connection at the command of the demon. A message returned to the Techie through mental connection.

"I AM RHAND and this one belongs to me!" The words violent and red as they projected back.

Tamsin totally unaware of what had just happened as she heard the comm message of being the techie and then returned to her scanning of the ship. That anger boiled in her, but she was curious about what sorts of things they might find on this trip.

"I feel we are being watched? Does this ship have some sort of AI?" Tamsin asked aloud to Kaila or anyone listening. It might have been paranoia or the fact that they had bad luck with AI and droids in the past. "Should see if there is a computer with a manifest in it?" She directed thinking that would be the best next logical step.

 

[Tansu Treicolt]

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Tansu whistled low, impressed.

"Sweet suns above… look at 'er. That ain't no ship, that's a whole dang county ridin' through the stars. You could stick a thousand homesteads in there an' still have room left over for a barn dance." When her gaze fell to the enormous engines clustered at the back, she gave a soft laugh. "Reckon those thrusters guzzle more fuel in a minute than Lin and my Barloz'll sip in its whole life."

She could have stayed awestruck for several minutes on end had Tydeus not prodded her with the helmet that would save her life.

Despite her best efforts, her lip curled in disgust and she sighed.

"Guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be in this stupid suit." Tansu muttered, a pinch close to a pout. She'd had to shed her beloved hat and leather jacket to don the atrocious outfit that matched Tydeus'. For safety reasons he'd insisted but honestly she'd take an acid burn over being caught dead in the outer shell presently donned. It even had silly little boots. And the helmet with the tubes — ghastly.

"Quick it is — to avoid gettin' sucked in that storm and spendin' longer than necessary in this outfit."

The hiss of decompression drowned out her muttering as the airlock cycled open. Out the airlock, and onto the Chimaera, Tansu instantly bristled. The air might have been poisonous, but there was something more sinister than just biohazardous danger.

A crawling, skin-prickling pressure that rolled against her chest.

"You feel that?" She asked over her shoulder, voice tinny from the suit's modulations (another reason to hate it. Made her accent sound worse).

She clicked a glow rod to life rather than thumbing her saber, its pale beam cutting only a narrow cone through the matte black halls. The walls drank the light like they hadn't seen it in centuries, only giving back warped reflections and long shadows.

Tansu slowed, the prickle of wrongness dug deeper under her skin and she wrinkled her nose, freckles dancing with the motion. The ship itself seemed alive, shuddering with the crimson storm's pull. Time was of the essence, and since this was both their first time on the ship, the most efficient course of action would be to learn where to go rather than guess.

"You been practicin'?" Fingers wiggled the way they had back on Denon just before she pressed her palm to the dark walls, illuminated only by the green of her little light.

And then the hall became alive, filled with more than just themselves. Silhouettes passed briskly, treasures in tow, and Tansu followed in real time, one step after the other, as the shapes of personnel changed with the objects they carried. Every one felt Dark, cold, dipped in wretchedness.

Tansu frowned. It all felt so Sith.

When she removed her hand, she'd read enough to give a suggestion for their route.

"Sternward, main spine." She gestured, "We should cut through portside an' rejoin there, but —" she frowned. "This feels real dark. And not like ancient dark. Like active dark."

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IMMEDIATE: Tydeus Shorn
ELSE: Tamsin Starfall Eaton Waters Vakhari Lutris Delila Castillon Darth Anathemous Eira Dyn Quinn Varanin Warpriest Prime Ellissanthia Jerec Asyr Kaia Starchaser Lirka Ka Nero Drake
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[Varm Nul]

HUTT SPACE
APPROACHING THE CHIMAERA

Aboard the Nightseeker, Varm Nul worked the controls as he eyed the distant super vessel in the distance. He let out a whistle as he admired the thing; it was big, really big, and had drawn a crowd if the scanners were any indication.

"Well, call me a wet Bantha, huh," the Duros muttered, as he glanced at the co-pilot seat. "Looks like yer intel was good, Fett. Takin' us in."

The enforcement ship glided through the space near the Godsheart pulsar. That thing was another kind of natural beauty. All chaotic and hungry, drawing in more and more, a never-ending want. Kind of like Varm Nul and his want of credits. Kind of like Koda Fett, too. That was probably why the two got along well - there weren't any misunderstandings when it came to jobs.

"ID9, prep the haulers," Varm Nul called behind him, as the little seeker droid confirmed with a beep. "I managed t'bring along some E-B load lifters to make it easier... ya know, work harder and smarter."

Varm Nul smirked and winked a large red eye.

With the flick and press of several more buttons on the console, the Nightseeker activated a host of countermeasures and stealth modules, and was soon a very small hiccup on most sensors. The Duros guided the starship toward the floating colossus and looked for a suitable landing area; it didn't take long, there were several ways to get aboard, and soon enough, the smaller ship had found a maintenance hatch. The ship mag-locked to the hull, the boarding tube fused, and the opening was laid bare for the two bounty hunters...

"Maybe we'll even find a face or two that could fetch a pretty cred."

Possible, but not the purpose.

Varm Nul descended into the Chimaera, before he tapped the display on his vambrace, and three E-B loader droids trudged after the hunters, slave circuted to the Duros. They would handle the heavy lifting, with ID9 serving as a guide between them, if needed. And once inside the spacious passages of the bigger ship, Varm Nul looked to his companion and raised his eye ridges under the hat.

"Feelin' a direction to start lookin'?"

Koda Fett​