TK-710
B E S P I N
WEARING:: Halcyon Armour | Contact Lenses | Wrist Mounted APG | Ancile Shield |
EQUIPMENT: MAIN WEAPONRY: VW-864 Maser Rifle | DC-902d | Sunshot Pistol | Shiva Knife |
ADDITIONAL EQUIPMENT: 10x LX-9 Slap Charges | 3x Kushute Grenades | 2x Stunner Grenade | Valiant Red Injector: x4 Spares | Taozin Amulet
LOCATION: :: BESPIN - APPROACHING BRESKA STATION ::
TAG: @OPEN FOR DEATHDROP AND THE DAUNTLESS FEW
Whoever said you couldn’t go home again was probably right. For Jacen, home meant control. Opulence, luxury, but sterile. Planned. Choreographed. Everything was designed. He felt more like a product than a son…so he left. Left for a world of adventure, one where he was in control.
Then he ended up becoming what he was: a mercenary, fighting for money and making his name in the stars one contract at a time. A far cry from the admiral he was meant to be.
That path started here. Bespin. But this wasn’t a social call, nor a nostalgia trip. Something was wrong in the Breska Estate. For some reason, Jacen no longer existed.
This was more than your standard disowning. It was erasure. He was made a nonperson outside of Bespin. All of his assets, everything he’d acquired that existed inside SO space was consolidated inside of Bespin itself. It was as if Jacen had never left Bespin. His records, transcripts, accomplishments, gone. Wiped away. Everything he’d done since he left Bespin was destroyed, all of it only accessible through Breska Gas servers.
He could’ve walked away, started fresh. But the why mattered. Did his father hate him enough to kill him on paper? Or was this something else?
There must have been some mistake, he thought. Sure, they didn’t part on the best of terms, but they wouldn’t want Jacen to suffer. Would they?
. As much as he didn’t want to see his family, as much as he feared this was some trap, he simply had to know. So, gathering friends and making an unofficial posting in the DeathDrop Contracts, Jacen boarded his ship and set off for probably the one place he never wanted to see again: Home.
The Mission:
Find out why his family decided to unperson him and, if the reasoning was unsatisfying? Leave an everlasting memory of Jacen and his friends, of the life he made outside of Bespin, that the Breska Gas Family and all it’s workers would never ever forget.
The Reward:
Nothing upfront. Once his accounts thawed, everyone would be paid in full. And if things went sideways? The estate had plenty worth looting. If he wasn’t a Breska anymore, he wouldn’t act like one. He’d burn the whole legacy down.
If they decided he wasn’t a Breska anymore? Then he wouldn’t act like one. He’d burn the entire family down.
As the ship broke through the cloud layer and began it’s approach, the impressive silhouette of Breska Station began to come into view. A sprawling city station beneath a massive, almost palatial construct. He directed the ship upwards, approaching the Estate platform itself and almost immediately two ships screamed through the air towards him, swinging around and taking positions to the sides of his ship.
“Unidentified ship, this is the Breska Air Security ‘Rover’ off your port side. You are entering the personal air space of the Breska Family. Turn back, adjust your course towards Breska Station, or be destroyed.”
“Rover,” he began, "This is Jacen Breska, son of Garrick and Sara Breska. Transmitting my clearance codes now,” he said, clicking some panels on his console and sending his personal code away.
There was silence on the other side of the call that lasted far longer than it should have. Something was wrong. Jacen doublechecked the code he sent. It was right, it was his. This guy must be new, he thought, or Jacen had a wonderfully valid reason to worry.
“Sir,” the voice finally came back, “You are to follow us. Do not deviate or you will be shot down. Do you understand?”
Jacen squinted. Highly unlikely this was a new standard procedure at Breska Gas. Something was wrong. He keyed the comm and responded, “Copy. Follow and do not deviate.”
The ship guided him up towards the Breska Estate, a towering palace construct that hovered above the rest of Breska Station, with towers like a crown around the edges of the platform. An endless reminder to the people who worked for them that the Breska’s were, quite literally, above them. Ruled them. It was something he enjoyed at the time. Something he’d learned to detest somewhat since.
As they approached the station and he was directed towards a landing pad near the security stations, he keyed his other comm, “They’re looking a bit jumpy. Stay on your best behavior. I’m pretty sure they won’t shoot at me, but I’m not sure they won’t just kill you guys on the spot. And we’re not here to do that. Yet. So… stay cool."
As he brought the ship to a soft landing, he looked outside the cockpit window. Two teams of security personnel flooded out onto the landing pad and raised their weapons,
“Pilot, and passengers, lower the boarding ramp and exit your ship NOW with your hands up!”
Jacen powered down systems, exhaled through his nose, and stood.
“Alright. Let’s go see mom and dad.”
The words felt forced. He hadn’t said those names in years. Saying them aloud now felt heavier than expected. He left the cockpit and joined the rest of his companions, a feeling of dread slowly creeping into his heart.
