Faction (DD & TDF) Loyalty Mission: The Son They Chose

Jacen Breska · Sep 2, 2025

B E S P I N

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.

Scherezade deWinter · Sep 3, 2025

Jacen Breska +open

Scherezade was strapped to her seat, armor and gear in place, and a bag of cheese cubes in her hands. She was using her cheese cubes as a distraction; when you were busy chewing on something, you rarely spoke out of place or asked dumb questions, so somehow, eating cheese cubes felt like the safe option.

She had come here today, because

Jacen Breska had needed help in something. She didn't even care about the money; Force knew she had more than enough of it, and the various missions she was doing across the 'verse with the DeathDrop people was more of an excuse to hang with a bunch of cool people than something she actually needed.

Which was what had brought her here.

There was no point in pretending she knew much about the Breska family background. Hadn't even bothered to look it up, to see what was in the public records. All she knew was that it was supposed to be family, but it wasn't anymore. Not in behavior. And that just strung some very person inner chords within the Sithling and angered her, some of it for obvious reasons, and some for reasons she had yet to make amends with herself.

Once landed and the orders game, she stashed what remained of her cheese cubes into a pocket, unbuckled her safety belt, and followed Jacen outside. This time, she hadn't been able to give him the forehead kiss she had like just before their mission on Lothal. Mostly, because she hadn't thought about doing so until it was too late, unless they wanted to do it in front of Breskan guards. She, at least, did not.

The request to put her hands up though… The Sithling grinned and complied. That was totally okay. She didn't need her hands if she wanted to make them bleed.

And though this whole situation wasn't really personal to her, she was going to kill people as if it were, once it came to that. And despite Jacen's warning, she had a feeling that it was very much going to come to that.

Braze · Sep 4, 2025

TAGS: Jacen Breska Scherezade deWinter

Braze had come along to support

Jacen Breska , and to keep an eye on him. He knew the man had a habit of getting in over his head, and tonight already carried that scent.

The 'welcome party' struck him as odd. Even as he walked, Braze weighed possibilities, recalling the fragments Jacen had shared with him. His mind kept turning them over, measuring risks against instincts.

He stayed quiet, letting his Force-sight seep outward like a tide through walls and flooring, brushing over the life signatures hidden beyond their path. Each semblance of presence sharpened his sense of unease, something was up. Either these men were following instructions to await Jacen's arrival, or they were uneasy about it themselves.

Nevertheless, Braze wore the mask well. His expression remained slack with boredom, shoulders slouched, hands buried in his pockets. He tugged out a pack of pink bubblegum, unwrapped a stick with casual indifference, and slid it between his teeth. The snap of sweet flavor was welcomed. Without missing a beat, he extended the pack toward the beautiful woman nearby,

Scherezade deWinter offering her his zebra striped gum.

Jacen Breska · Sep 11, 2025

B E S P I N

Scherezade deWinter |

Braze

The guards around the landing pad, all wearing light blue uniforms with a black hat and black chestplate, had their weapons trained on the trio as they descended the ramp. Jacen made sure to keep his hands raised above his head. He left his helmet aboard his ship, not wanting any excuse to get blasted if they couldn't see his face. He'd gone through some stuff, sure, but he was sure the security staff would remember or at least recognize him.

The security chief who stood at an impressive 6'5, stepped forward as the remainder of the security team, six more guards, split three each and went to go secure Scherezade and Braze.

"No weapons allowed," Jacen heard them say, and he turned his head over his shoulder and gave them both a look as if to say, 'please don't kill everyone'.

He turned his head back towards the Chief and locked eyes with the imposing man. His uniform had yellow stripes running up his sides marked his rank. A thick handlebar mustache covered his upper lip in raven black hair, the only sign of hair on his head besides for his eyebrows.

"Jacen," the man said coldly. No inflection in his voice. Or warmth.
"Thing's have changed, Hal," Jacen started, his eyes never left the man's, "once upon a time you called me Mr. Breska."
The bigger man narrowed his eyes, "Things have changed. You've marked your father's face," he said, a finger tapping under his own left eye.

Jacen bit the inside of his cheek, a feeling of anger rose in his chest. It wasn't his father's face, it was Jacen's. The tattoo was his decision. For Hal to treat it like...like it was his father's. He exhaled slowly and tried to move past the feeling, "What is this, Hal?" he asked, gesturing back towards his companions and the guards surrounding them.

The bigger man didn't answer. Instead he stepped aside and gestured, "You're going to turn over your weapons while you're here, Jacen. You and your friends are going to go inside and surrender everything you have. Armor included. We're not going to have you running around like a tank."

Jacen's face portrayed no emotion. He simply blinked once and turned back around at his two companions. "We'll do what they say," he said as he began to head towards the door at the entrance to the Security department.

He didn't argue or try to hide anything, carefully and meticulously undoing his armor and placing it in a secured locker along with his weapons. He did keep his Valiant Red on him, though. They said nothing about medicine, and that's all it was. That's what he told them, anyway, and they didn't seem to argue. Stripped of his weapons and his armor, all Jacen was left in was the black combat glove. He didn't feel totally naked but he hardly felt protected either. Yeah, it felt like home alright.

He wondered if the other two would be able to sneak something in just in case.
Outside, six barrels stayed fixed on Scherezade and Braze. The guards watched with sharp, expectant eyes, waiting for the slightest excuse.

"You two. Go forward," the Chief, Hal, said as he turned back towards them and glanced back and forth between the pair, "Don't cause a problem, just do as your friend did and turn over your weapons," he glanced at Scherezade, "And armor too," he added.
"We'll provide something to cover you if you're indecent," another guard smirked. A glance at him from Hal caused the smirk to die just as quick as it arrived.

"Go inside, place your weapons and armor in the containers, then you can enter the Estate," He said, walking past the pair. His eyes fell upon Braze's short stature, regarding the young man coldly before he looked at Scherezade. A thin, forced smile, hidden mostly by his facial hair, "don't give anyone a reason to turn this into a more eventful day."

Braze · Sep 11, 2025

"I ain't got no weapons," Braze said flatly, his voice neither defensive nor boastful, just a simple truth that somehow didn't lessen the edge in the air.

One by one, he began stripping away the layers. First the shoulder pads came loose with a muted clatter, then the goggles set aside, followed by the padded leather and fur-lined coat. He moved without hurry, each piece deposited carefully into the box at his side, the gesture almost ritualistic. What little armor he carried was soon gone.

His fingers worked at the fastenings of his tactical pants, tugging them down. Boots were slipped off, then gloves peeled away and tossed in after. By the end of it, every armored section had been dismantled, leaving the young man standing bare of his usual protections.

The change was stark. Without the bulk of gear and elevated soles of his boots, Braze seemed smaller, and lighter. He lost a few inches of height and more than a little of the imposing outline, but what remained was no less arresting. The cold floor pressed against his bare feet. His slight frame, wiry and scar-marked, was fully revealed now, speaking of a history written on his skin. He was svealt of frame with a narrow waist but decorated in faint marks all across his toned form.

All that clothed him was a sleeveless crop-top athletic shirt and matching shorts, black fabric breaking up the pale white of his form.

True enough, he had no weapons on him… or so it seemed. The way he carried himself, stripped down and unarmed, made it clear: Braze himself was the weapon.

He passed a glance back at

Scherezade deWinter before looking back to

Jacen Breska .

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