Dead Space | Galactic Alliance Hex Dominion of Polis Massa

[Chloe Blake]

Hex Dominion of Polis Massa​

Polis Massa | Dark Space

Dark Harvest. It has been thirteen years since the Dead came to life on Dagobah. It had been a perilous time. A time when the Blackwing virus had merged with the Mnggle-Mnggle and the infection spread from Dagobah, to Elrood, Eriadu, and throughout Outer Rim, Wild Regions, and Unknown Space.

Polis Massa had been hit the hardest, the site of a terrible fleet incursion. Here the phobis device had been the site of a seed of power that had corrupted and twisted the minds of all who drew near.

While that Phobis Device had been destroyed, there was a stirring of spacer tales. Of freighters moving into the massive salvage fields of ancient Lords of the Fringe, Omega Pyre, Confederate Independent Systems, and Black Sun ships and never being heard of again.

Ships avoid one asteroid in the Polis Massa system, and that’s a tradition going back years. Get too close, and you’ll feel a touch of fear left over from a cataclysm a decade old. Find the nerve to land in a certain crevasse, and you’ll find an airlock set in the rock. The airlock opens easily. Inside is a branching cave system full of breathable air. Small cave chambers serve as makeshift living quarters and meditation rooms. Various internal atmospheric containment fields and airlocks prevent anyone from simply flushing everything out of the cave by breaching the main airlock.

Assuming you’re Force-sensitive, you don’t feel any stronger here; this isn’t a multipotent Force nexus. Instead, it’s a place where thousands died while under the influence of Velok’s Phobis Device. The rock retains the stink of their terror. Velok cultists come here to test themselves against the power of their own fear.

Velok cultists, by and large, are not the cream of the crop so far as Darksiders go. Even so, as followers of the so-called Last Blackguard, they prize diverse knowledge and actively seek to kill other Darksiders. Common loot includes scraps of Force training materials from traditions across the galaxy, as well as trophies taken from Sith (lightsabres, scalps, living or dead Sithspawn, etc.). Sometimes a minor holocron can be found here.


Velok's Maw, Polis Massa System

A memorial entirely was on the minds of Velok’s followers, especially after his death and binding at the hands of Master Aleidis Zrgaat. Velok cultists began pilgrimages to the epicenter of the Polis Massa Force disturbance, the place where the entire Phobis Device effect had originated. A self-sufficient airlock system was installed in the mouth of the asteroid cave, and the tunnels were pressurized and outfitted with air recyclers. The cave system became known as Velok’s Maw, a place of pilgrimage and testing. Those who journeyed there, if they survived, tended to emerge either broken or forged by new mastery of their own fear.

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  Investigate Velok's Maw, Polis Massa System.
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  Char Dev as you clash with Velok cultists!
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  Find loot?
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  Profit!

The Dead Space Graveyard

The remnants of the past float here as a reminder of the bloodiest fleet battle during the Dark Harvest. Nothing but skeletal remains of the lingering ghost ships floating silently. A scavenger's paradise for those looking to make a quick credit or use second handparts for their own upgrades.

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  Salvagers, independent or otherwise may come in and explore the remnants of the ship graveyard at polis massa. Hundreds of salvageable materials.

List of possible ships found, inoperable but with some salvageable material. Of course, there could be others, but these are just some of the very old designs that one might be able to find there. (Schematics of these ships belong to the writer who submitted them, please respect that. Salvaging for parts is okay though. )

• http://starwarsrp.net/topic/14489-thrawn-class-interdiction-cruiser/
• http://starwarsrp.net/topic/8317-tulak-hord-class-star-destroyer/
• http://starwarsrp.net/topic/4638-adamantine-class-artillery-frigate/
• http://starwarsrp.net/topic/27494-reaper-class-elite-fighter/
• http://starwarsrp.net/topic/9851-ghost-bomber/
• http://starwarsrp.net/topic/13273-tie-detonator
• http://starwarsrp.net/topic/12879-the-blackbird/
• http://starwarsrp.net/topic/42498-j-1-class-interceptor/
• http://starwarsrp.net/topic/41529-noble-class-star-defender/
• http://starwarsrp.net/topic/52458-utopia-class-corvette
• http://starwarsrp.net/topic/8859-protectorate-blockade-runner

Polis Massa Medical Complex and Archives

This medical complex is a repository of information on healing, medicine, diseases, and methods of combating them. The New Jedi Order along with the Jedi Service Corps are tasked with expanding the center and increasing its defenses as a medical and trauma staging point. It is here that the massive Bronzium statue for Domino, the former Black Sun leader stands proudly reminding all that she and the Black Sun found the cure to the Dark Harvest plague.

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  Expand the center and increase defenses.
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  Scout and survey the asteroids.

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SKOR | Trade Center and Bazaar

Skor II is a world of apparently unlimited resources, but, due to the varied nature of its climate and its planetary composition, these resources tend to be concentrated in different parts of the world.

Skor II is a planet in the Squab system and the homeworld of the Squibs. It was located in the Outer Rim Territories just west of the Rimma Trade Route. The world was small, with a varied terrain and climate that provided it with vast natural resources. The planet's system of government, known as the polyanarchy, was headed by a king. One major population center was Metrobig City, site of the Metrobig Interplanetary Blastport.

Metrobig City was a major population center on Skor II. During his reign, the Squib king Ebareebaveebeedee made numerous official proclamations from the city, in a location notable for its dilapidated appearance. The city was the home of a major spaceport known as Metrobig Interplanetary Blastport. A bronzium statue of Mace Windu stood there, a testament to the Jedi's deeds during the Battle of Skor II.


Skor Massive Business Bazaar

The completion of a new trade center has provided a venue for the local Sector Bazaar. Thousands of businesses and discount prices bring in a wealth of networking and contracts for those interested.

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  Neutral to lightside companies looking to have a contract with the GA May with the completion of a full story. ( five posts minimum).
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  Neutral to lightsided companies interested in a sponsorship with the galactic alliance may do so with a completed story ( minimum 15 posts).
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  Bring your own objective.

 

[Choli Vyn]

Polis Massa Medical Complex and Archives
|2| [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]

Nothing made sense.

The past few weeks were a blur to Choli. Honestly, she couldn't really put two and two together. Everything had felt so strange. Surreal. For the longest time, the olive skinned brunette thought that she'd never fly again. Never see any of the Rogues. Never talk to Chloe or Jan or Asmus. That it would all end right then and there on that muddy trench when the glop grenade got her and everything had gone black.

But it didn't -- And Choli didn't know if this was better or worse.

There were red lines along her wrists and legs where she'd been cuffed. A few bruises here and there and broken ribs, mainly due to the crash. The days that followed were blurry and confused. As if she were an observer watching through a thick haze of fog; the answer right there in front of her but out of reach.

When they found her, she'd been told that the First Order had dropped her off at a neutral area. Honestly, all in good health considering. No signs of torture trauma, so that was a plus. No, that wasn't the problem, Choli thought to herself, jaw flexing tight. The problem was that she didn't remember it. Nothing. It was all a fuzzy blank. Choli had no reference of time, yet they told her that it had been at least a month since the Battle of Kaeshana. A month.

How did she karking lose a month??!

Choli sat in one of the med-bays at the Medical Center, the tiny doll like nurse observing her bioscans. She wore a medical gown, standard and just as annoyingly drafty. Her hair was loose in dark waves, eyes sunken as if she hadn't slept in days. A call had been sent out to the alliance about her whereabouts, but they'd only known who to contact by her solider tags. Choli hadn't been awake for the transfer or the drop off.

No memory at all. Everything just... gone.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Skor
Objective: Massive Business Bazaar
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 1/25 (writer) 1/5 (Star Tours)

After having spent a few days on Zonju to build a spaceport control tower and terminal, it was time to take the AT-AT barge to Metrobig Interplanetary Blastport. She had to be careful these days, especially since they were treading close to GA space, even though they had several business locations in GA space: Dulvoyinn, Coruscant, Eriadu. The reason was simple: Star Tours was so heavily associated to the First Order, especially post-Kaeshana, that GA business parties were a little suspicious around the shipping giant. Nevertheless, Star Tours otherwise posing no real threat, Dunames decided to try their hands there again. Coruscant was a smashing success in the Core, but would that be enough to convince the Alliancist public that Star Tours was really safe? She was visibly nervous... but Merrily wasn't: the droid copilot hailed the traffic control around Metrobig Interplanetary Blastport. The Squib capital of Metrobig would be able to enhance Star Tours' presence in the Alliancist commuter market, that is, if it was allowed to do so.

"Metrobig Approach, this is Star Tours 4269, requesting landing clearance"

"Star Tours 4269, cleared for landing, gate #62"

"Roger, Metrobig Approach, gate #62"

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Skor II Bazaar
Objective: Shopping
Post #1

Networking was tedious, but something that Joza had gotten used to for the most part. The Zeltron was no stranger to social situations, nor was she afraid of talking to people and expanding her business—but there was that lingering fear of messing something up. Luckily today, things were more laid back. Her last stint with the Alliance had her talking to a stern faced doctor on Terminus, having Heartbeat’s credentials as a humanitarian organization thoroughly vetted. While she had nothing to hide in that arena and did not mind being scrutinized out of good faith, she couldn’t deny that it was a little unnerving.

No, nothing like that today. Today was about shopping, and the toddler at her feet holding a child-friendly container of crackers.

“Mumuh,” He repeated for the umpteenth time, shaking the canister while looking up at her.

“No,” She spoke firmly, though not unfriendly. “No more crackers. You won’t eat your lunch,” At her denial, the child became frustrated, shaking the container while making a sour face. “I said no,” She repeated, bending down to work the vessel from his hands before throwing it in her over-the-shoulder bag. “Come on and let mama carry you for now. You get to help her try on clothes today! Or maybe look at some pretty jewelry…would you like that?”

She reached down, scooping up the kid up into her arms and he began to calm, distracted by all of the new sights and sounds there were up here on grown-up-person level. He braced one hand on her collarbone, the other pointing wildly in the direction of something shiny while cooing.

 

[Loto Afu]

Location: The Dead Space Graveyard
Objective: Tulak Hord-class Star Destroyer
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 1/25 (writer) 1/5 Gallofree

A small fleet of six GR-105's came out of hyperspace lead by the Loto Afu. He had recently become a right hand man for Bryce Bantam, Owner of Gallofree yards and elected leader of the mining collective on Demonsgate. He was here to follow up on recent reports of a Tulak Hord that may be able to be salvaged intact.

"Brada captains, stay sharp. Dis place is evil and you can feel da spirits of the dead play here. I want dis done quickly, today we hunt a rich prize, one that will help strengthen out people. Now the ship may be looted but if da hull is in tact then we can refit her. This is a noble quest, so do not let the dark spirits remove that thought from you minds. Think of your families, think of your honor... and if that don't work thing of the script promised and do your job."

They were on the edge of the field, and with the amount of debris to would take them some time to move in. With luck the spirits would be with them and this mission would go smoothly. With luck...

"Big chief, we have reached the Polis Massa System, the hunt has begun."

 

[Chloe Blake]

The Dead Space Graveyard
|3|

The Aurora Hawk cut into reversion with a quiet blip. The highly modified YZ-1200 slowed its speed as the Warden within quickly went over her controls. The entire cabin resonated with the upbeat sound of a catchy Corellian tune. A smile broke wide, the blonde sing-songing along. At least until the distant slow moving asteroids came into view.

There it was, the Dead Space. Crazy really. Seemed like a lifetime ago that the Warden of the Sky had flown the Aurora through here. More so considering the memories of all that bloodshed. All the death. A greater part of two weeks had been collecting the dead; what they'd been able to find.

Now all that was left were the mangled twisted remnants of that crazy, bloody space battle. A small prayer to the dead came from the blonde. This was after all, a final resting place. The last echo of life for those who had fought bravely here.

One had to have some respect for that.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: Research Velok's Maw and deal with any cultist currently residing there
Post: 1

She had still been on Lorrd when the incident referred to as the Dark Harvest took place, a bright-eyed graduate student in university without any knowledge of how the Force worked beyond a historical study. Now, she was far more experienced with the galaxy and the Force and that was why she had decided to study an oddity in the Force. She had read up about the battle in the system, the ship graveyard evident of just how chaotic things had been with the unleashing of that twisted creation. Records indicated that the forces had been affected by a massive spike of fear, likely caused through the Force and directed by something powerful. From what she had gathered, when a certain ship was destroyed, the effect stopped... but she was curious all the same.

She had taken her ship to the asteroid where records indicated the fear effect had started and a cursory scan showed there was an airlock embedded in the surface and a network of tunnels underneath that. She hadn't been able to scan for life signs, too much interference, but she could imagine there was some sort of welcoming committee within. In the Force... she could feel the leftovers of whatever had been at work, and it would likely be stronger the more she explored the cave system.

She had to wonder... would cause her inner fears to appear? Make her face them? And could she observe the spell used and possibly replicate it? All important questions and she intended to find out the answers. Making sure her pressure suit was secure, she leapt from the ramp of her ship down to the surface of the asteroid and began making bouncing steps towards the airlock entrance.

 

[Chloe Blake]

The Dead Space Graveyard
|4|

“Has it really been almost thirteen years?” Chloe would kill aloud, hearing the slow roll of her GTF0 Droid as it would approach. Nicknamed Betty for short.

A soft series of beeps and boops came, confirming the date range. Chloe had refurbished the old reclaimed GT-F0 droid back when she had salvaged some old Lord of the Fringe tech. It had given her quite a zapping, the paddle gun knocking her out cold. It had a biometric recognizing system that would automatically prompt it to shoot the paddle gun at anyone else who might be labeled an intruder. Now after a long while of tinkering and working through with adjusting and reprogramming, Betty was the sweetest droid. Well, sweet unless you were in the database as a friend.

“Yeah,” Chloe added, the blonde running her fingers through her blonde hair. “It seems so quiet still.” But also had a sense of wrong to it. As if something wasn't quite right. It came and went, like the sensation one had of someone watching you. Of peering in close only to turn your head and not seeing anyone there.

“Well,here's to the dead, for you are never forgotten.” She sighed, taking two glasses and setting them in front of her. Unscrewing the bottle of Whyren’s, the blonde poured shots in both.

“Here’s to you.” Came her toast, holding her glass high before shooting it back.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Location: The Dead Space Graveyard
Objective: Tulak Hord-class Star Destroyer
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 2/25 (writer) 2/5 Gallofree

Things were really heating up in the region. Right on the new forming Kathol governments boarders both the Galactic Alliance and the First order were in a made power grab. Unaligned system were being scooped up like discount chaka candy after fehsium and assets once open to be harvested were now looking like they may be soon off limits. Without the massive ship yards of their neighbors they had been relying on instead salvaging older hulls and refitting them.

"Loto, good man, hopefully that intel we got on this hull is correct, would hate to have sent you into that den of misery. When you get in range send back everything you can, before you lock on and start towing I want to make damn sure that bird is not going to come apart on you."

The Tulak Hord was a damn fine command ship in its' day, built for smaller fleet command and assault combat getting one of them refit and into the group would be a nice addition. Hopefully the battle that ended its' past carrier had not been so extensive that this little salvage operation would be all for not.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Dead Space Salvage
1/25

From the bridge of the Wretched Hive, the debris field seemed to blur past like starlines or like flying through snow. Each chunk of a dead ship glinted in the corvette's headlamps or engine glow, or the light of the distant system primary. Ships that died in war tended to melt and refreeze into twisted, elongated forms with a high albedo. Look close enough, and any stretch of hullmetal had sprouted steel icicles thirteen years back.

The Hive sidled up to half a Subach-Innes interdictor. As far as Jorus' scanners could detect, the gravity well generator might be in decent shape.

Crews of suited Undergrounders leaped the gap to connect stabilization tethers and aiming beacons. Once those little figures got clear, the Hive's cutting torches burned to life, casting jagged shadows across the debris field.

 

[Chloe Blake]

The Dead Space Graveyard
|5|

The amber liquid shot to the back of Chloe’s throat with a smooth burn. No other whiskey was quit like that which was Corellian made. It made Chloe feel nostalgic. This particular bottle had been given to her by Malachi Blake, her granddaddy. The man who raise her and her siblings after her parents died.

Most would pity someone whose parents died young, but Chloe hadn't been raised to believe such like that. No, her grandparents had raised her in the faith. The faith of the Old Corellian gods. To believe that everything had a purpose. That it was all the gods plans. Most would consider her foolish for such quaint beliefs, but that was where her strength came from. That's where her trust in the Gods and the Force all came.

Chloe Blake is a true believer.

“Hey Betty, you ready?” Chloe smiled, reaching down to caress the top cortosis lined plating of the droid. Betty and she had some time together ever since Jorus had saved her life. Well, it had been more than that.

Jorus. The name brought up a measure of affection. Chloe knew that she would always hold a special place in her heart for him. The years may have passed, but her affection for him was just as strong. It didn't fade, but instead it grew. It grew into the sort of love that is happy and content of his joy in his own life.

Thinking of Jorus always made her think of Mara. How must she be doing now? The blonde gave her empty glass a slight tap with her nail. Maybe after this salvage run I'll call on her. See how she's doing.

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Velok's Maw
Allies: No one as of yet?
Enemies: All clear

The air lock hissed shut behind Dax and he pulled off the EVA helmet and stripped from the suit. The air felt cold here, in the stone coffin floating through space. But it wasn't space that made it feel cold. It was something else. A shiver ran down the Master's spine as he let the protective suit fall to the ground, taking his first few steps into the labyrinthine cave. He was starting to understand why no once came here....

Dax's saber roared to life, the orange blade giving him little comfort. Whatever was held within these walls would surely be worth the venture though. Dax had seen cursed objects before. It had never stopped him.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Dead Space Salvage
2/25

From down on the dead interdictor's hull, the Hive looked kind of impressive in its way. Cutting torches, mining processors, tractor beams and tethers made the corvette-scale freighter writhe and glow with activity. It would never be a gorgeous ship, but he had to admit, he'd made something special out of it.

Still, there were other ships around, a lot of them better-looking. Was that a YZ-1200 skimming past out there? One gloved hand on a steel icicle, dangling off the interdictor's hull, Jorus watched the other ship until it passed out of his line of sight. Then he turned back to the task at hand, remembering a ship a lot like that one, and a blonde storyteller whose hand he'd held once upon a time.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: Research Velok's Maw and deal with any local cultists
Post: 2

If she hadn't had the post-battle records to go off of, she could see how this place might be missed. The airlock was concealed in the mouth of a cave in an out of the way asteroid field in the far reaches of the Outer Rim territories. There was no external controls that she could see... closing her eyes, she reached out with the Force and found something that made a smile appear. There was presence just on the other side, she must have missed someone else entering the airlock.

To be on the safe side, she was keeping her Force presence down to the size of a pinhead to avoid detection. She wanted to make sure whoever had just gone through the airlock was not an enemy, as that would likely result in unpleasantness that would take away from her study. Oh she had no problem dealing with whoever was here when the time came, but she would prefer to get at least some research done before the shooting and the killing started.

Even from her current position outside, she was getting some valuable insights. The chill leftover from whatever had caused the fear was still powerful, which made her believe it hadn't been some simple Force Fear projection. Something more insidious had been kept here in this facility.

 

[Chloe Blake]

[SIZE=9pt]The Dead Space Graveyard[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]|6|[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“She's all grown up now.” It was true, the thought drawing up a faint smile over the Warden’s lips. Dusty boots rose, finding a perch on top of the piloting console. Most would say she should just get on it and head off to find a decent salvage job, but Chloe understood this a bit better. Dead space wasn't just a ship graveyard dotted alongside asteroids. It was a place to commemorate the dead. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“We’ll get on this soon,” Chloe told Betty, the GT-F0 droid moving along to her right side. Chloe gave another chuckle, giving the droid another pat on the head. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Just doing some mulling. Dreaming. Remembering.” It had been a while back that Mara had been through some terrible tragedy. From what she could gather and after checking up on her, Chloe realized that there wasn’t much the Warden could do for Mara besides support her. There were demons that the young woman had to fight through on her own. No one else was going to be able to do that for her. Chloe would be there or Mara, in whatever manner she so desired. However, the direct after effect had been that the young Merrill simply wanted to be left be. Chloe could respect that. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]She knew that Mara was strong enough to swim. Might take a bit of wading, maybe a few adjustments of strokes. But she’ll do fine.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Mara was Jorus’s and Alna’s daughter after all. [/SIZE]

 

[Loto Afu]

Location: The Dead Space Graveyard
Objective: Tulak Hord-class Star Destroyer
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 3/25 (writer) 3/5 Gallofree

Smaller debit bounded off the Hydroformed Permacrete outer hull of the GR-105 Loto commanded.

"Helm, easy brotha, we got no need to be rushing here. Chief says to play it save so that is what we need to do. Slow down and feel da flow of da field. It flows like hyperspace waves. Feel da gravity as it spins the debris, don't fly in blind but move with the flow."

The younger helmsmen as still new to be sure, gifted but impatient. Some thing with flying can be rushed, like navigating a dense field for instance. Instead you needed to expand your mind let the direction come to you. Pressing harder only made it worse. In time the helmsmen began to get the idea and a short time later they had arrived at their target.

"Fether, Looka take your ships to the aft and do some deep scanning of the engines on this bird. Seluka, Kenar, same with the bow. When you have them send dem to the chief. He wants a complete scan before we try movin her."

 

[Chloe Blake]

[SIZE=9pt]The Dead Space Graveyard[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]|7|[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]In Corellia, after the tragedy of Alkala renting her homeworld in two, what was left behind was something much like what was here on Polis Massa. The Netherworld event saw a mass disappearance of trillions across the 'verse. Nothing would compare, however, to the destruction that was wrought upon Corellia in the aftermath. In Akala's desperation to be reunited with her lover, her selfish experiment resulted in the sundering of planets, releasing the energy she had collected to be the conduit of energy on the planet.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The results were that the netherworld rifts sundered the two worlds, separating sections of Corellia and Lashtu only to mash them together. The cities crumbled under the weight of the burst of the Force, incinerating in a violent wave of light, resulting in the millions of deaths as the worlds crumbled apart.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]There was a darkness there that still lingered on Corellia. Spacers would tell her tales of it. Of an area where the dead could still pass through to that of the living. Chloe could believe that. The Gods told of one who oversaw the land of the dead. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Would there be a place like that here? Would such a tragic event have left a mark?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Pouring herself another shot of whiskey, Chloe mulled on that, her sky blue eyes staring out into the black velvet of space and those seemingly silent asteroids and drifting wreckage beyond. [/SIZE]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Dead Space Salvage
3/25

Tractor beams peeled a fresh-cut rectangle of hullmetal off the interdictor. Tried to, anyway: through the hull beneath his mag boots, Jorus heard and felt metal ripping. Any number of connections remained partially intact: conduits, pipes, wires, wall paneling. The Wretched Hive's big salvage torches couldn't get a good angle on them without sacrificing position.

A Koensayr KUT-42 Stark man-portable plasma torch, however...

The torch had enough bulk that people tended to strap on repulsorlifts when using it in a gravity well. In this new, younger, and leaner form, Jorus no longer had the raw strength to use a solid beskar shotgun as a club. In plain vacuum, though, he could move the torch with a finger. He just had to be realistic about acceleration and momentum.

The KUT-42 projected a thin flat plasma blade, currently keyed to twenty metres in length. Jorus inserted it into the new gap, parallel with both the hull and the half-removed rectangle. One by one, those connectors began to part.

 

[Chloe Blake]

[SIZE=9pt]The Dead Space Graveyard[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]|8|[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“They call it a rift you know.” Chloe would tell Betty, the Warden’s eyes reflecting the distant stars. “A portal that connects to the very beyond.” a finger went tapping upon the glass. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“To the underworld itself.” the woman let the pink tip of her tongue sweep over her lower lip, picking up the bead of whiskey that lingered there. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Do you reckon that perhaps we’d find some of men and women who died here there?” would they be able to come through? Would they have another chance? There was an old tale said of a man who had gone into the Underworld in order to bring back his beloved. How he’d bartered with the God of Death himself to reclaim her soul. There was a bittersweetness to that. That a love as such would have a man go face to face with a God for his beloved. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The story ended in tragedy of course, for every Corellian legend had a morale to the story. Yet it didn’t make it any less beautiful in the telling. [/SIZE]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: Research Velok's Maw and deal with any local cultists
Post: 3

After a sufficient amount of time had passed, a few minutes anyways, Taeli decided it was high time to enter and explore what lay beyond the airlock. A simple application of the Force and the doors parted, and she stepped inside. The door closed behind her, the chamber cycling as she removed her helmet and suit. Normally she was garbed in Jedi robes or a dress, but one couldn't really fit those under a pressure suit so today she had been forced to opt for a lightweight armored jumpsuit, not unlike what her special forces from Aurora wore.

Checking to make sure her lightsaber was still in its place on her back holster, she gingerly stepped out of the airlock and into the tunnel network. She could feel it in the air, cold and heavy... hinting at unspeakable terrors that lurked just beyond the unconscious thoughts of the mind. Whatever had been behind this... she shuddered... was it the fear still or just a rush of anticipation at solving a mystery to her understanding?