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

[Koda Fett]

Varm Nul

It may have been more lucrative to disable the droids and bring their metal carcasses aboard, selling them to the highest bidder. Five would have fetched a nice sum of credits. Only one was intact.

The droid's torso spun with unmoving, planted legs. It was as if that last shot, deflected off Nul's armoured vambrace, had been the last ounce of energy it could muster before the ion damage caught up. It swiveled left, then right with servos whining as stray wires sparked. Something in the programming was shot, unable to determine the greater threat and even less capable of acting.

"One should fetch us something," remarked Fett, taking steps forwards and placing a pocketed restraining bolt on the ancient war droid. After the repairs, that is. Skeevi might be able to work their magic.

He turned across to Varm, "Have one of the loaders take it back. We keep moving."

 

[Tamsin Graves]

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Theme: Glitter & Gold
Equipment: Armor | Other Equipment Here
Tags: Kaila Irons | Vakhari Lutris | Vestra Tane | Delila Castillon
Coming Soon: Eido Wreyth

"Caution your tongues."

Tamsin huffed as the Kaila spoke to her and Vestra Tane . She hadn't said a damn thing about the techie or to the Techie. She was totally unaware that the voice in her head had done so. It just added more fuel to the rage burning in her about Kaila current turn of face.

"...you're speaking to the Emperor's sister..."

Like that even mattered in the slightest, who wasn't above her in some high arch of power, influence, or family. On top of the fact she hadn't even spoken to her, she felt like Kaial was just trying to push her away and down. But she said nothing just gritted her teeth in frustration. Thankfully the order to spread out came and in that moment, Tamsin couldn't wait to get the hell away.

She half mockingly raised her right hand to her forehead in a solute to her sister. As she just turned and started heading off down a corridor by herself to look for a descent computer, she might find some sort of information on. She mumbled to herself in her frustration as she started off on her own.

The creaking and flickering light of the corridors leading her way. Just her and the voices in her head, which only added to her frustration. She knew the demon was stirring, but she had no idea what the hell it was doing.

"Rhand, is the vessel. We are the puppet, a carrier of that vast darkness. We have no interest in your flesh vessel, speak no more false words."

"If you are a puppet of Rhand then you belong to me too…." The voice of the demon cackled. Its words far from false it was Rhand and Rhand was it their dark souls fused, melded until the dark consumed them both.

I am Rhand!

And I see you!​

 

[Varm Nul]

HUTT SPACE
THE CHIMAERA

Varm Nul smirked with sharp teeth as he stood up from his crouch, his momentum ended and thrusters off. He enjoyed working with Fett, the two seemed to compliment styles, with the result being trashed guards droids; but not without one for a prize, which was ideal. As the other hunter mentioned cashing in the droid, Varm Nul was tapping on his wristpad, as the three E-B loaders began to lumber behind them again.

"Yep, on it," the Duros said as he completed the command sequence. "ID9, enter overwatch for Loader Three. Escort back to my position after delivery."

The seeker droid beeped, the droid loader moaned, both offered confirmations. The other two loaders continued to follow.

"Alright, let's keep things movin'."

As the restrained guard droid was lifted and carried away, Varm Nul slipped some more slug rounds into his weapon, before he returned it to the base of his back in the concealed holster. He preferred to use his twin blasters for the most part; plus the slugs weren't cheap. With a sniff, the Duros continued along the corridor, rounding where the guards had originally come from, and noted several doors and passageways...

"Left again?"

Koda Fett​

 

[Jerec Asyr]

As gravitic distortions shivered the Chimaera, hidden vaults and hangars cracked open, revealing even more treasures.

• A map of the Jaquenta, the Narrow Roads.
• A scroll of interdiction ritual: On Forbidding Passage.
• Master keys and maps to Ashin/Ajira Cardei's house in Theed from decades back, currently owned by some other Naboo noble.
• Map and notes on Bristlebark Cave, a nexus on Naboo.
• Map and notes on the Sanctum of Cronas Ren on Varunda IX.
• An Aksifas Transpositive Ring and a statue of Ashin. After a basic ritual of attunement, the ring's owner can transpose their entire consciousness, temporarily or permanently, into the immediate vicinity of any non-trivial statue or shrine of themselves.
• A Krath Omensight Mask.
• One of the semi-unique Khovesk maces, Ashin's longstanding personal weapon.
• A Ring of Cold Rites.
• The ring called Petrichor.

Varm Nul Koda Fett Delila Castillon Tydeus of Tion Kaia Starchaser Lirka Ka Quinn Varanin Domina Prime Tamsin Graves Nero Drake Kaila Irons Ellissanthia Vakhari Lutris Darth Adekos Vestra Tane Tansu Treicolt Eira Dyn Eaton Waters Aylin Dara

 

[Tansu Treicolt]

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A side-eye so bombastic, it earned a full head turn (another annoying factor to the suits; the peripherals sucked).

"What is that?"

Then shortly after, "Who is that?"

The sound of footsteps grew louder and the ship groaned. Tydeus had made short work of the first two metal antagonists, but the sheer noise of others sounded like enough work for both of them. Her brow furrowed "Mechu-deru'd probably be real handy right 'bout now but—wait—ain't that a dark side trick?"

Stomps of metal got louder and Tansu's hand drift to the hilt at her hip.

"Absolute near-indefinite rain check on that." And pointed down the hall t'ward the arrival of war droids.

Just as one fired, Tansu ducked. Not out of self preservation, but reacting to the sudden shift in the ship. The judder had released a panel in the wall, and a soft tink drew her attention as a piece of jewelry bounced along the floor.

Hastily, with no time to give it a once-over, she scooped the ring up and shoved it in an external pocket.

Then she moved. Zig-zagging like a cat, as best she could in the damn suit, through the narrow hallway to the lead droid.

Another volley unleashed, but that was more a Tydeus problem — for she was already inside its reach. Sabre hissed to life and carved a line across its midsection; sparks sprayed as she pivoted, boot colliding with its knee joint. The war droid toppled awkwardly, half-cut wires dangling from its gut before the glow of her yellow blade finished the job.

Its second companion came faster, clawed hand swiping for her head. The helmet nearly caught the blow for her; but she dropped low, sliding under its swing, and jammed her saber up through the exposed servos in its armpit. The weapon shrieked through hydraulics, and she twisted, forcing the machine to seize and convulse before it clattered sideways in a heap. Yanking her blade out, she did another quick stab in the same fashion Tydeus had: Through the photoreceptor.

With no space between the first, let alone the second and third, it only took a second for the third to be on her and become her problem. Its nearness a detriment to it: A clean slice took the emitter clean off before it could fire. Sparks spat wild. She spun with the momentum, drove the blade down into its chestplate seam, and kicked. The machine toppled backward in a sparking heap.

She exhaled through her teeth, the helmet's comm crackling "Three's a crowd."

Then she turned to look at Tydeus and vaguely gestured the pointed end of her sabre at him and the little glowing pig.

"And we're already crowded. And karkin' fogged up. Hate this suit. Let's go, tick-tock."

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Tydeus of Tion | Darth Adekos
RING FROM: Jerec Asyr roll
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[Domina Prime]

I HEAR THIS VOICE KEEP ASKING ME
IS THIS MY BLOOD OR IS IT BLASPHEMY?​

The Chimera groaned around her, its ancient bulk creaking like the bones of some titanic beast roused from sleep. Every step Domina took echoed with a mockery of laughter. At least, that's how it felt. The ship was alive in some way, its guts twisting and re-shaping into corridors that had no end and no beginning.

Domina, however, strolled through the shifting labyrinth as though it were a market street. She dragged the head of her Axe along the wall, scoring sparks with each swing, humming some formless tune that reverberated with the ship's hollow breath.

"Not gonna lie...was expecting this to be much more exciting~" she chirped again, though her earlier teenaged groan had twisted into a sing-song mockery. Her voice was swallowed whole by the silence.

No reply. No X9.

"Right X9?...X9?" She murmured, looking back to see the droid had VANISHED without so much as a peep. "X9 quit it it's not funny!"

Her ear-fins twitched, and she stopped in place, lips curling into a sharp grin. The droid hadn't just wandered off. The ship had taken him. That thought didn't unnerve her; it made her wonder.

The Chimera rattled like the coffin of a god, gravitic distortions shivering its blackened spine as if some hidden heart had just awoken. Domina staggered only for a breath, steadying herself with a feral grin. The silence was no longer silence. Something stirred in the ship's belly, and it was calling to her.

Panels and vault doors cracked apart, coughing dust and shadows. From one yawning split in the wall came a glow—crimson and gold, like a wound bleeding firelight. Domina's five eyes widened, her chest rising with a sharp intake of breath.

"Ohhh...why hello there, pretty thing..." she purred, stalking toward the light.

Within the vault sat a relic upon a plinth: a weapon. A mace, heavy and brutal, its head etched with runes that shimmered faintly as though drinking the darkness around them. Gold inlays traced its haft like veins of fire, pulsing, alive. Khovesk. The name whispered itself into her skull unbidden, an echo from the past.

Domina gasped like a child handed a forbidden sweet. Her own axe clattered carelessly to the deck as she reached out all four clawed hands, trembling with anticipation. When her fingers closed around the haft, the weapon thrummed- a vibration that shot up her arms and into her chest like a heartbeat not her own.

She exhaled a laugh. It wasn't reverent, wasn't solemn. It was delighted.

"By the Manda...you're gorgeous."

She turned it over, admiring the heft, the way the runes writhed faintly under her touch. Then, unable to resist, she swung it once, twice- Testing the balance. A grin split her face.

Moments later, the test became play. Domina SMASHED the mace into the wall, shattering pipes and stone alike. She crushed a decorative sconce into molten slag. She slammed it into an obsidian column until the rune-markings flared in approval. Each blow drew out more impish laughter, echoing sharp and wild through the haunted halls.

"Wow," she giggled between swings, "I take it back, this trip is so worth it~"

When at last she stilled, standing in the wreckage of priceless Sith craftsmanship, Domina held Khovesk in two arms, while her other pair scooped up her discarded axe. She slung both across her back with the casual menace of someone carrying toys rather than engines of slaughter.

Four arms flexed. Five eyes gleamed. Her tail lashed with giddy menace.

"Alright, ship..." she cooed, pacing deeper into the darkness. "Show Prime what else you're hiding~"

The Chimera creaked, its corridors twisting further, as though in answer.

OPEN
Team-Ups & Face-Offs

Tamsin Graves | Eaton Waters | Vakhari Lutris | Delila Castillon | Kaila Irons
Quinn Varanin | Jerec Asyr | Kaia Starchaser | Lirka Ka | Nero Drake | Tydeus of Tion
Varm Nul | Vestra Tane | Koda Fett | Aylin Dara | Ellissanthia

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[Vestra Tane]

OBJECTIVE: Archaeological Inquiry
EQUIPMENT: Prosthetic, Sword, Standard Shipbreaking Gear
Tags: Tamsin Graves Kaila Irons Vakhari Lutris | OPEN TO INTERRUPTION

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The Emperor's Sister.

Vestra held her tongue, but she tucked that information away for later. There were already a thousand schemes rolling around in the back of her skull. For now, though, Lord Anathemous was right - it'd be idiotic to pick a fight with someone so important. Without a solid plan, anyway.

Besides, it was time to start the - very respectful and solemn - looting. The Sith took a right once she got the okay to split, and soon found herself wandering, alone, through the twisting corridors of the Chimaera.

"Right, okay. Any of you see anything you don't recognize and it doesn't kill you, bag it. I'll take a look at it back on the ship."

This initial hallway was, sans Vestra's own footsteps, blessedly quiet. She got the feeling that wouldn't last much longer. That was fine, though. It was welcome, even; it wasn't very often Vestra got to mix academics and ultraviolence.

The Sith was quiet over comms for a few moments. Mostly because there wasn't anything interesting to say. Not, at least, until she reached the end of this lonely, winding hallway and found herself somewhere enchanting after wrenching open another door.

High walls, covered in art. Dozens of mundane but nonetheless breathtaking relics from across the Galaxy. It may as well have all been solid electrum, as far as Vestra was concerned. Her voice, when next her team heard it, was breathless, tinged with the sort of wonder that only really came from understanding.

"Looking around, I'm seeing...a lot of art. Nabooan, mostly. Sculpture, a few landscape pieces. Should probably save it before the ship gets torn up, but nothing special. Besides that, we've got..." She strolled around the room, casually, and tapped black-and-gold synthetic fingers against glass cases. "A collection of black shards, stone, unknown providence. Strong presence in the Force. Hints of," the scholar paused for a moment, to focus on the Force, "Pain, rage, deception. Also, we've got a single glove here. Force active. Resonance harder to make out. Unknown providence. Pretty, though."

Another few seconds of radio silence, while she tap-tap-tapped on the glass and thumbed a few latches here and there.

"Nabbing both for further research. Anyone else found anything interesting?"

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Mercy //: Lirka Ka //: Ellissanthia //: Eira Dyn //: Jerec Asyr //:

The docking sequence went smoothly enough. Quinn trusted her crew, and seeing how both Lirka and Ellissanthia operated, she understood why the Kainites carried such strength. Rank mattered to the Echani, and watching Lirka offer her the deference due a Princess — ceremonial or not — only deepened her trust in the Sephi.

A dangerous gesture, but one calculated.

Quinn geared up quickly, gathering what she needed, and stepped aboard as the docking finished. She gave Eira a small nod.

"Good. This will be the perfect time to show what you've learned."

With Lirka, Ellissanthia, and Eira at her side, they had the makings of a strong strike team. Still, Quinn had made sure to bring her own muscle — someone she trusted above anyone else on this ship. Clearing her throat, she touched the small comm device in her ear, sending a subtle ping.

"I brought a little muscle," she said evenly, waiting at the doorway. Mercy would keep pace. She always did.

"I agree," Quinn said, turning back to the others. "Let's head to the sanctums first. Stay tight."

She exhaled slowly, stretching her senses through the Force.

"We're not alone."

The Echani moved quickly down the corridors, following the faint traces that lingered. Her mother's presence was etched into the Chimera itself — forceful, oppressive, yet in a strange way, almost familiar. Almost welcoming. But Quinn pressed on, her focus clear. The ship itself meant little to her. She was here for the sword.

"Mercy," she called, pressing a finger to her ear in case the woman hadn't closed the distance.

"Take what you want. But I'm here for my mother's blade — the Ravening."

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

"And we're already crowded. And karkin' fogged up. Hate this suit. Let's go, tick-tock."

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"Guess I'm not the only one who's been practicing," Tydeus muttered, appreciating the carnage left in the Jedi's wake.

Coming out of the crouch he'd ducked into to avoid the blaster shot, Tydeus glared at the holocron's figure, "What I wanted was a schematic of a Sith empress' ship," who by all accounts his creator knew, "No matter."

He switched off the Adekon receptor, dismissing the ughnaught's form. He had, perhaps foolishly, hoped that the Invigilator would have had a record of this ship and could upload a schematic to his suit systems. He'd forgotten how obstinate the gatekeeper could be. Tansu was correct, Mechu-deru would have been useful right now, he could not deny, but between Tansu's ability to read the ship like - literally - the back of her hand, and her apparent expertise with a lightsaber, he wasn't sure he needed the prickly porcine Invigilator. As for the power's "orientation" on the side of light or dark, Tydeus didn't know - and didn't particularly care anymore than he cared about who created a sword. All that mattered was how he wielded it.

Moving quickly, albeit stiffly in the exosuit, he caught up to her and they continued on.

"What?" he could hear the defensiveness in his tone, "It's just a tool."

Ahead, he didn't hear anymore of the clanking announcing droids. Good. However, he felt the presences getting closer. Many more than he previously felt. And some practically bristling with power in the Force.

All heading in a similar direction.

But he and Tansu should be close to the spine of the vessel now.

"Do you feel them?"

Tansu Treicolt

 

[Ellissanthia]

Location: Chimaera
Mission Objective: Claim the treasure.
Tag: Quinn Varanin Lirka Ka Eira Dyn Mercy

Ellissanthia placed a hand over her chest and gave a relieved sigh when the Princess agreed to her suggestion. Following her down the corridor, the Undine caught sight of a computer terminal in a recessed alcove along the wall. Pulling out her multi-slice tool, she inserted it into the socket.

Silence. The screen stayed black and inert. Ellissanthia frowned.

“Is there a power droid anywhere? Was there one on the Eidolon?” The Undine glanced towards the others. “We might need a map to help us navigate quicker through the ship. I can try to download one from here.” She added.

Narrowing her eyes, the Undine placed her right hand over the terminal, before extending her senses into its internal components. Although she was not skilled in mechu-deru, her senses were acute enough to allow her to at least look inside of a machine, if needed.

However, manipulating it was a different matter entirely.

Ellissanthia closed her eyes and drew in a steadying breath, centering herself in the Dark Side. Her mind traced the pathways of capacitors, the arcs of the power distribution bus, and the faint hum of circuits that could be coaxed to life. Tentatively, she placed her left hand over the power port, brushing it with the tip of her index finger.

A sudden, galvanizing flash, surged through the Undine’s arm. Her eyes snapped open. Her finger ignited, and a living bolt of coruscating electricity screamed into the machine!

 

[Jerec Asyr]

A sudden, galvanizing flash, surged through the Undine's arm. Her eyes snapped open. Her finger ignited, and a living bolt of coruscating electricity screamed into the machine!

rolled 20-sided Dice for Rolling for Ellissanthia's attempt to power on the computer terminal with the sum of 1

Immediately the Chimaera lurched deeper into the gas giant!

 

[Koda Fett]

Varm Nul

He tread forwards, an unknown source of wet splashed beneath his boot amid the air that felt a humid weight and carried an air thick with derelict dust and burning. It may well have been the droids and their frayed wires. It did not matter.

Fett did not slow, not ever, to do so was to die.

But, a life was breathed anew into the ship. It hummed, as if in a surge of power, and lurched forwards. Closer into the gas giant, if the faint semblance of light from the nearby viewport could provide some indication.

Need to be quick.

"Keep left," answered Fett with that often held grumble, "It served us well so far."

 

[Tansu Treicolt]

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"What can I say, guess that peek into your upside down hangin' routine inspired me to shape up." She cheesed, and clipped her hilt back to its lodging.

It wasn't hard to miss the defensiveness in his tone — "I ain't judgin'." She shrugged and let her fingertips drag along the wall, keeping herself open to any more stories they might offer up.

The extension of her presence to read the ship inherently opened herself up to the encroaching feelings that prickled her throat. Made her feel cold and chalky.

"I do." There were many of them. All heavy in The Force, the way something deep and dark and heavy creates its own magnetic pull.

Her hands picked up no further tales and she frowned.

"What is it you're looking for again? Maybe if I see it I can focus my readings on finding it, rather than just hoping something useful gets seen."

There were more dark signatures on the peripheries than anything that could be an ally. Which made sense, she supposed. Tydeus had said this was a Sith Empress' ship.

Suddenly the ship lurched again, with such Force that Tansu staggered and had to flail to the wall to keep upright.

Time pressed ever on, and still they remained empty handed. Save for the ring, which at this point, she'd already forgotten about.

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Tydeus of Tion
SOON, PROBABLY: Quinn Varanin Mercy Lirka Ka Eira Dyn Ellissanthia
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[Delila Castillon]

The force walker would tilt her head as the ghost approached, nightsister heritage allowing her to see what many could not. It was not an aggressive gesture, but neither was such predatory curiosity comforting.

"Hello~" she hummed, arms folded behind her back.

"With whom am I speaking?"

"No one important."

Which was the truth. No one seemed to worry about her death beyond maybe Jerec - he seemed a bit teary eyed when she came upon him in a bar. Beyond that the galaxy took no note.

'With whom am I speaking?"

 

[Ashin Cardé Varanin]

In a displeased sort of way, the halls and bulkheads of the Chimaera began to get cold. Uncomfortably so, right through one's boots; wish-I'd-worn-a-coat-over-my-space-suit, freeze-your-tongue-if-you-lick-it, man-that-lightsaber-looks-nice-and-warm-it-really-couldn't-be-that-bad
cold.
A partial exemption applied to Quinn Varanin and Mercy , Ashin's daughter and apprentice respectively, and to nobody else. Except Delila Castillon who was in fact a ghost. And not the tasty Force-Walkable kind either, but the deep true kind from the teachings of the Five Priestesses and therefore totally immune to, inter alia, frostbite.

An extra portion of cold applied to those who'd been noticed damaging the ship so far: Ellissanthia and Domina Prime . The ring in Tansu Treicolt 's pocket got very cold also.

Koda Fett Varm Nul Tydeus of Tion Kaia Starchaser Lirka Ka Tamsin Graves Vestra Tane Nero Drake Kaila Irons Vakhari Lutris Eira Dyn Eaton Waters Aylin Dara

 

[Darth Adekos]

Tydeus of Tion Tansu Treicolt

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"It's just a tool."​

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"Mmmm... Yes," hummed the Invigilator, despite the absence of his hologram. "We have that in common, you and I."​

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Having been dragged unwillingly into this awful, waking world, it seemed the Invigilator's departure would now be his prerogative. Someone well-schooled in technopathy could have probably shut him off for good. Alas.​

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[Kaila Irons]

Location: The Chimaera, rear section
Wearing: Armor
Tag: Vestra Tane Delila Castillon Tamsin Graves Vakhari Lutris

The sith would tilt her head curiously.

That was not an answer she expected, certainly uncommon for the spirits she was used to dealing with. Perhaps this was no dark side shade, hateful and arrogant, but simply someone who had yet to move on.

No reason to eat this one.

"I am Darth Anathemous." she said, more cordially.

"A name more important in Sith space than not."

Then with a simple nod in greeting, she continued walking, trusting the curious ghost would follow if she wished.

"To answer your question, I come to preserve history, much as my own gain."

"So many secrets. So many lessons."

Perhaps Vakhari Lutris might overhear this conversation between the living and dead, though it was equally likely that the machinery which connected them could not see Delila Castillon as she did, and that to her, the dark lord was speaking to herself, a madwoman.

But not so mad as her apprentices, evidently...

"Quite the round up of professionals I see, it would be best for your team if I remained. And best for you if you didn't threaten me with violent intent again, it's bad for your health."

"Hrmh..."

She would deal with her "professionals" later, they had a job to do right now.

One Vestra performed with enthusiasm, at least.

"A collection of black shards, stone, unknown providence. Strong presence in the Force. Hints of,"

"...black shards...?" she hummed into the comms.

Could it be...?

"I'm on my way. Take what you can, we'll appraise and divide it after. Lutris, send some droids to assist if you please."

"Irons, what sorts of targets would you want the droids to attack? Anyone not registered in the squad?"

"Hm..." she hesitated a moment, wrist-comm held close.

"Demand identification. If you encounter Sith forces, find out who's Sith and standby for instructions."

"Everything else...?"

"If it draws a weapon... It dies."

She was just about to say something when the ship lurched forward, and her breath seemed to turn misty as it shot from her helm. She leaned on the wall for balance, her muscular frame and metal bones rendering her more susceptible to gravity's pull than most.

"Damnit..." she hissed, stumbling towards Vestra Tane 's position.

"We need to move quickly."

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[Kaia Starchaser]

She didn’t feel good about that cold… at all. “Porter… what was that?” She called on her comlink. The droid beeped back that he wasn’t certain what it was. Something going on with the ship, but he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what, or from where. Probably not a good sign.

What she needed to do was get what she could, and get out of here. “Drifter? Any chance you got a manifest of what this thing was carrying, or its navigation data?” The droid beeped back in an apparent ‘I received a lot of data and haven’t gone through if any of it was useful, yet.’ Of course. Made sense to Kaia. Still… that Chill, it was the Force, she knew it was.

Had to be.

Looking down at the map and feeling the confusion in her head, from the gas giant to that blast of cold… She ran into the next vault she saw. “Scan it.” She ordered her droid as she took a moment to clear her mind of distractions. What was going to have the most information, or… honestly, get her in the most trouble?

 

[Eaton Waters]

What in the Force was that? He had just gotten here… Seen a Mirialan chick run off with a probe droid. He had an inkling of who she was, but it didn’t matter right that moment. Eaton was here to start robbing, collecting, gathering… pick a term. The man had no droids, no teammates and was honestly looking way too overdressed for this. Something nice about being a racer and having some funds coming in that weren’t murder-hobo vibes like some in this galaxy had.

Moving quickly through some of the halls, he was looking, and wandering. Aimless to him, not so much to the Force. What he had in mind was something vastly different today. What he didn’t expect was that blast of cold. Leaning, he looked. That wasn’t good. He needed his bearings.

Okay, docking was behind him, he was moving ship forward, he needed to get to the upper levels. That door, was a lift. He pulled out the SCOMP and got to work. It was an elevator door, but it was a military one. Took a little but it opened and the lift arrived. Letting his hands run over the controls he could hear his sister’s voice.

Let the Force work through you. Was all it said and he jammed a number at random.

Now he waited.

 

[Eido Wreyth]

Location: The Chimaera, cargo hold
Wearing: Armor
Tag: Tamsin Graves

It slithered through the vent.

A little black snake, idly tasting the air with it's tongue every few seconds. When it came to a grate in the wall it slipped right through, coiling into a ball to protect itself as it dropped several feet to the floor.

It landed, hissed, and shook it's little head before searching for the door.

All it took was a little boop of the nose on that control panel, the door unlocked and opened.

Eido stumbled a half step forward as though puppeted on a string, the connection between her own mind, and the snake's, spread too thin to maintain control.

Her eyes unrolled from the back of her head, and she blinked uncomfortably.

They fell, beedy red little things, upon the snake, to whom she took a knee and outstretched her arm. The little servant was quick to coil, climbing around her tattooed arm and over her shoulders, before wrapping around her neck like a loose scarf. It even nuzzled the girl's cheek.

"G'boy."

The two entered what looked like the cargo hold, crates of all manner and strange baubles arranged far as her eyes could see. All mine, she thought to herself, sifting her fingers through various jewelry and oddities she did not recognize.

Until the ship lurched, and she found herself stumbling over a pile of trinkets.

The ring she'd been about to grab rolled along the floor, and as she fell prone, she reached out to snatch it back up.

Eido was done playing Adeline Noctua 's elusive games.

She needed all the power she could get...

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