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[Jorus Merrill]

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The Absolution - a privately funded exploration craft bound for Wild Space and the Unknown Regions​

Absolution personnel list, ranks and assignments​

Niathal-class Shuttles​

Cutter-class Interceptors​

Stormhammer-class Fighter-Bombers​

GEAR​

Uniform (emergency space suit function)​

Maneuvering System (takes 10 posts to get competent)​

Standard Sidearm​

Scanpack, Lightbringer Sensor Node (rare but available)​

Recon Suit (rare but available)​

WILD SPACE - BEYOND THE LEVANTINE SANCTUM​

COMPANION ESK -'THE WORLDS OF THE TUSK'​

DEEP SPACE NEAR SYSTEM N-2​

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Three weeks had elapsed since the voyage left Levantine Free Space. At least, that was the number that came to mind when Jorus could think clearly, which wasn't often. He couldn't even identify the raiders. All he could remember, as he floated here in the dark, was ion cannon fire, the crump-crump of coma gas boarding torpedoes, a flicker of stun rings.

The ship had no power, no lights, no gravity. Captain Jorus Merrill had sustained a blow to the head. From crackling panic over his comlink, he had the vague idea that the raiders had absconded with the ship's consumables -- their food, their water purifiers, maybe even their medical supplies.

The nearest starport was hundreds of thousands of light-years away. And Jorus still couldn't think straight for the life of him. In other compartments of the ship, the crew of four thousand would be waking up from the coma gas; the more durable among them had required additional stun shots, but so far as he could tell from the situation and intermittent comm contact, everyone had been knocked out.

Hopefully nobody had been taken.

He knew, deep in his gut, that this was one fix he wouldn't be able to pull off. If a miracle kept them alive, here in uncharted space, it would be a miracle of the crew's making. With a shaking hand, he toggled his comm in the total darkness. "This is the...captain. All stations...check in."

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COMMAND
Captain: Jorus Merrill
First Officer/Navigator: Commander [member="Chloe Blake"]
Diplomatic Officer: Lieutenant Commander [member="Spencer Jacobs"]
Chief Medical Officer: Lieutenant [member="Manu Xextos"]
Medical Officer: Lieutenant [member="Rianna be Ar'klim"]
Medical Officer: Lieutenant [member="Jericho"]
Quartermaster: Lieutenant [member="Marek Starchaser"]
Communications Officer: Lieutenant [member="Simone"]
Helm Officer: Lieutenant [member="Celeste Leon"]

DEFENSE/SECURITY
Security Chief: Chief [member="Ermac Laith"]
Shipboard/Away Team Security Personnel: [member="Gabriel Itera"], [member="Countess Xyhn"], [member="Lucifer Erebus"], [member="Lord Daemos"] [member="Darth Banshee"] (as 'Sedetta') (individual assignments provided by Chief Laith, case by case)

Small Craft Coordination Officer: Lieutenant Commander [member="Jared Ovmar"]
Small Craft Pilots: Lieutenant [member="Nickolas Imura"]

Naval Escort: [member="Naast'ika Laaran"]

RESEARCH
Chief Engineer: Commander [member="Judah Dashiell"]
Engineering Officer: Lieutenant [member="Anija Ordo"]
Archaeological/Sociological Specialist: [member="Pibit"]
Xenofauna/Provisions Specialist: [member="Mrrew"]
Xenofauna/Provisions Specialist: [member="Jaani Doosun"]
Xenoflora/Provisions Specialist: [member="Seanna Vel"]
Biosciences Specialist: [member="Silara Vantai"]

Chief Head Stowaway: [member="Robbi"]

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew had jioned the voyage to companion Esk to stay under the radar a bit- to make sure that the bounty hunter that had captured him didn't come back to do something worse. The voyage wasn't suposed to take long, and he kept in contact with everyone and ran the Guild through comlink contact, so everything should have gone smoothly. He figured it would be much like his visit to the jungle planet in The Tusk- exploring new terrain, probably barely surviving getting mauled by something or other. Simple as that, right? Heh. No. There had to be pirates.

When Mrrew's eyes finally opened, he did his best to put everything together. Greenish yellow gas. A boarding party. Shots of a stun blaster. And then he was out. The Togorian slowly stood up, albeit somewhat shakily. The stun shots had cleared from his system awhile ago- but coma gas can take out most sentients for hours... It certainly worked on him. Mrrew blinked several times, it was pitch black dark. Even in extremely low light, as a Togorian, Mrrew could see perfectly... but not in pitch darkness. Mrrew growled low in his throat, and reached for his balster pistol, just in case the pirates were still on board. And that's when he heard his comlink buzz. "All stations....check in" "Mrrew reporting. Xenofauna and provisions speciallist."

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Jorus' hand tightened on the comm convulsively. [member="Mrrew"]'s response lit up the airwaves with the first personable thing since he'd woken up. There was nothing warm or sentient about dark, cold, and zero gravity. Jorus floated into a wall and managed to snare a welded-on pictureframe, securing himself against something solid. He was wearing, he noted, one of the Razorhawk maneuvering systems -- had he seen this coming? He couldn't remember. That, and he still wasn't up to speed with the Razorhawk. Maybe he'd pressed the wrong button and hit a wall headfirst.

"Where you...located, Mrrew? Condition? Power down where you're at?"

This was all on an open channel.

 

[Mrrew]

(Oops, forgot about the zero gravity)

Mrrew's mind finally cleared fully from the coma gas... and he realized he was floating. ... They knocked out the graivty generators, too. Fantastic. A moment later, Mrrew heard another buzz, and [member="Jorus Merrill"]'s voice again. "Yes... power's down here too. Not sure where I am- dark." The Togorian looked around, searching for any light. He might as well had been underground. "I'm alright. Are the pirates gone?" If not, it was going to be rpetty hard fighting them in zero gravity. His grasp tigthened on his balster pistol.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Mrrew"]

"Unknown, but let's not...get jumpy. No need to shoot each other...up in...the dark. See if you can figure...out where you are, Mrrew, and we'll see if you're in position to help...us figure out our next step."

Decks were marked at infrequent intervals; if Mrrew found some kind of light, or some recognizable feature of the ship, he might be able to figure out his current location. From there, Jorus could tell him which way to go to find supplies or a rendezvous. He'd captained this ship for a long time.

The Razorhawk sputtered, pulling Jorus away from the wall and driving him into a flat skid that was only arrested by a doorframe. He grunted.

 

[Robbi]

Robbi had the habit of sneaking aboard ships, large or small, and making his way to the galley. And that's what he did this time. But this was the biggest ship he'd ever seen! He was confident that the corridors were endless, and the largest rooms could fit mountains. Of course, these were eggaterations, but he was five months old- this was all new to him. He had been happily munching on a box of donuts in one of the ships' kitchens, one he was pretty sure that one old lady cook he kept seeing kept for herself, when the gas came. Lucky for him, the gas didn't effect him one bit. There was advantages to not having to breathe. Every single one of the cooks in the kitchen, though, started dropping like flies... Why would they gas their own ship? Robbi had never heard of pirates. He didn't know what they were, or what they did. And he certainly didn't know what was happening. Then the lights switched off. That didn't bother Robbi much- he mianly got around using echolocation anyway, What bothered him was what happened right after... Everything started flying around. They'd turned the gravity off! Robbi scurried inside the box of donuts he'd been eating from, quickly closing the lid over it. He hated zero gravity.... last time he was in it, when that one spacer threw him out an airlock, he was sick for hours, even after he'd gotten onto another ship... Robbi frowned, and looked out the plastic window in the top of the donut box, hoping they'd switch the gravity back on soon. His stomach was hurting already!



Edit: Had to edit again,... because I forgot robbi dosen't breathe, so the gas wouldn't effect him. He'll just chill out in a donut box until someone puts the gravity back on. Lol.

 

[Darth Banshee]

She had to leave the one sith after zelron raid, she felt sick inside from it. Her people where no longer true sith. As true sith would not killed the civilians, for the simple reason they were not worth the effort. She had signed up to a crew of space ship known as the absolution, hardly state of the art craft that use to designing. She posing as a security guard, a mandalorian one they get paid slightly more. She had armour from the battle of teta, when they came to invade it. She could speak their language, and she knew their customs as well. She learned them over her time of hiding amongst them, when she posed as member of red legion. They were less complicated times, and she learned a lot from them. They even made her battle armour, which was know hidden with most of her other possessions. Apart from her lightsaber that she kept hidden and her pedant, that she could use to heal herself with. She had also learned to hide her force signature, this was useful in her main role as an assassin or spy. As it was harder for people to sense her, and in doing so underestimated her.

She then woke up, the ship must crashed or something the gravity was not working. The room had filled with gas, she was unsure what type gas it was, but had knocked her out. She also did not want to give away who she was, by using the force. She pushed herself of the wall, and went for her armour. She could get the helmet on quick enough it had rebreather in, so if gas struck again she be alright. This protect her from whatever it was, after that she could get the rest armour on. She could then check, and see what the rest of crew were like. As she need them to survive, what ever this was.

[member="Robbi"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Mrrew"]

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew grimanced, and tightened his grip on his blaster pistol. The pirates could still be lurking around any corner, probably with glowlights. But [member="Jorus Merrill"] was right- he didn't want to just go and shoot anything that moved. "Right. I'll find something." This was the third time Mrrew wished he had started carrying glowsticks... He kept forgetting to look into it. He'd have to write himself a sticky note, or somehting. The Togorian flicked his ears every which wya, listening for any sign of pirates, and made his way forward through the zero gravity- hoping to find a door, or other crew members, or anything really. Or a glowlight. That would help too.

 

[Pibit]

Pibit had signed up for a voyage to Esk as soon as he had heard of it. It was a perfect oppurtunity to learn of the foreign cultures in another galaxy- and a perfect oppurtunity to discover why Esk had been seperated from the greater galaxy for so long. He'd expected to discover long-lost planets, prehaps meet some tribal natives, maybe even discover a modern civilization or two. What he didn't expect was to be attacked by pirates. He'd been alone in one of the bunkrooms, the door shut,w hen the gas hit. But plenty enough gas still seeped in under the door to take him out; it dosen't take much to tranqulize someone who weighs about six pounds. He was asleep before he even realized what had happened.

Hours later, he was awake. And he was floating. It was pitch black dark... and it looked like the gravity generators were offline. Pibit looked frantically around the room, for any sign of light, or any sign of what was going on. He was so tired.... He felt like going straight back to sleep. But he had to figure out what was going on.... He heard distant voices. They sounded so far away... His comlink. They were coming from his comlink. Pibit slowly reached for the comlink strapped to the litlte harness he wore, and put it up to his mouth, speaking groggily.

"Is... anyone there...?"

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Garza]

Ugh, why did my head hurt so much?

Rubbing my head, I felt as though I was flying. When I opened my eyes, I could see my tri-barreled pistol floating about a meter away from my face. I looked up and around to see that most of the lights were out. The backup generator must be working to some account. I shook my head. my hair out in every direction. I could feel pain in my chest, looking down, I saw a few blaster marks along my chest. Good thing I was wearing my wyvern gear. I moved my hands to my pockets, Checking that I had everything. Both of my lightsabers were still clipped to my belt. I reached out to try and grab my pistol with the force. however it didn't come to me.

"Frak."

I couldn't concentrate enough. looking around, I found my back was against the wall. kicking out, I floated over to my pistol. Grabbing it, I rolled over myself in the ship as I checked to see that it had been fired recently. only two sets of rounds left in the weapon. I shook my head as I heard that people were on the air. bringing the com link to my lips, I spoke into it.

"This is Lieutenant Imura calling in. Who am I speaking too?"

I wanted some kind of answer from anyone to figure out what happened. I know that we got attacked, but from who? and why? I shook my head looking around to see floating parts and pieces. As well as a few ships that were off their landing gears. I was smack in the corner, slowly moving towards the center of the Hangar bay. Which hangar? I had no clue.

"Oh god am I going to feel bad in a few minutes."

[member="Pibit"], [member="Mrrew"], [member="Darth Banshee"], [member="Robbi"], [member="Jorus Merrill"],

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Fishing his comlink out again -- he was starting to get the hang of the Razorhawk, at least a little, but it was still awkward as all feth -- Jorus broadcast on all channels. It wouldn't do his comlink's battery much good, and it'd exhaust him pretty well too, but people needed to hear from the captain. Everyone would hear it.

"This is the captain speaking. We have been boarded by unknown forces. At this time, we don't know whether any of them are still aboard, but we appear to be missing most or all of our consumables. Power is still...down throughout the ship. No lights, no gravity.

"Your orders are to make sure the injured are located and treated, and you are to restore backup emergency power to the ship starting with critical sectors. Top priorities are gravity, air, and light. Pair up; no need to be swimming alone in the dark. I need anyone near viewports to verify that the enemy ship has left. Report to your senior officers if you can get in touch with them.

"You don't want a speech from me, you want gravity, light and safety, so go make it happen. Captain Merrill out."

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Darth Banshee"] would find that the coma gas was gone, though the sealed suit was probably a good idea; it would let her explore near potential leaks or vacuum breaches.

She would quickly stumble across [member="Pibit"].

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew blinked at his comlink as he heard a familiar voice on the open line. Was that the bounty hunter he'd met with recently? The one the Guild was sponsoring? Mrrew had the feeling he should've read the crew list. He just didn't feel like reading through thousands of names... Mrrew raised his comlink to speak into it, when he heard [member="Jorus Merrill"]'s voice over the loudspeakers. Right; first priority is that they don't suffocate and freeze in the dark. Reunions could happen later. The Togorian grabbed a hold of a doorway, and pushed himself through, half swimming half falling through the darkness.

 

[Pibit]

Pibit blinked groggily up at the speakers as they sounded off, trying to clear his head. He was much smaller then the majority of the sentients on board- and the gas had a much bigger effect on him. He could barely keep his eyes open. "R- right..." The Kushiban stared ahead in the darkness, trying his best to wake himself up, when he heard the door opening as [member="Darth Banshee"] appeared.

 

[Robbi]

Robbi had been sitting in the donut box for hours- and he'd been sick for most of that. Nearly all sentients contracted gravity sickness when exposed to zero gravity for to long, but Vesperts were ecpecially prone to it. He'd thrown up twice. Which, of course, just melted half of the donut box... Robbi sat in the far end of the box, groaning, when he heard the vocie coming over the loudspeakers. People were waking up! Finally! Maybe they'd turn the dang gravity on! Robbi slowly peeked out of the box, which was flying in mid air by now, and clicked several timesm taking in the surrounding area through the soundwaves that bounced back off everything in the room. The old lady cook that had been in the kitchen was waking up now... Maybe she would get the gravity turned on?

 

[Jericho]

Medical Station

Jericho's eyes opened slowly, his vision slightly blurred for a moment as thought waking up from a night of heavily drinking. A voice rang into his ear, for the first few words, he wasn't able to clearly make it out then realized it was captain [member="Jorus Merrill"]. The lorrdian rubbed his eyes light then felt a sting on his chest and back, that was all he could feel for the first few minutes. Until he clenched his fist tightly then relaxed getting a better feeling and control over his body once more, after which he did the same for his other arm then his face. Finally with a light shake of his head, he finally was able to relax and instinctively floated over to the nearest thing he could hold onto and grasp where he was. He remembered there being gas entering the ship, which he was unaffected by his breathing combat mask, but was caught off-guard with the zero-gravity followed by the stun bolt. After that, he remembered very little.

He felt his mask still covering his face. Check, that was still there. He lightly felt his chest, his armor was still on as were his jedi robes; why was he wearing armor while in the medical station? Because he's Jericho and he always wore his armor. He placed a hand on his waist, no belt which meant no sabers. He let out a heavy sigh remembering he left his saber in his room within his locker cabinet, didn't think he would need them at the moment seeing as he was going to be placed as a medical officer. Seems like he was very, very wrong, at least he wore his armor otherwise he may have sustained more injury.

He looked around seeing mostly darkness until he enhanced his own sight with the force. First attempt failed, his mind still boggled by the stun bolts, he shook it off and tried to concentrate once more. Second attempt, failed once again, this time he took a deep breath and relaxed himself once more. The third time was the charm, as he slowly exhales he looked around checking the medical station, he didn't see anyone else yet but noticed that the medical equipment floating about and slightly raided, missing mostly health kits and bandages. He lightly pressed on his comlink in his ear to speak the the captain after he laid out his orders.

"Medical Officer, Jericho reporting. Medical station is down, no light, no gravity, and I have yet to find anyone. It seems a small amount of medical supplies were taken mostly kits and bandages. I apologize, Captain, I let down my guard. Expect another report when I find someone or somehow gets things running once more. Jericho out."

He stated has he ventured out elegantly from wall to wall, of the medical station using force sight to see in the darkness, then he felt a similar force signature a dark one and followed it. Oh, the irony; It was the man who called himself the rose, [member="Nickolas Imura"]. Jericho moved to himself silent and spoke, "Have you any injury? I can heal you if needed." He stated calmly. They were near his home turf and it was free space so for now and was stationed here as a med officer so he was going to do what he was signed on to do. Take care of people not hunt them.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Jericho"]

"Lieuten...kssssh...port received. Acknssssh...port."

The captain's comlink, it seemed, was running low on juice. The captain, if he was to be honest with himself, wasn't doing so well either. He'd found the damp, tacky spot on the wall where the misfiring Razorhawk rig had introduced his skull to the durasteel bulkhead. The pain might have subsided to a dull throb, but it was the kind of dull throb that ruined days.

 

[Garza]

After sending the question through the airwaves of the communication, I heard the Captain speak. Saying that we needed to restore the systems. Goddamn only if I had one of those repulsor suit things from iron crown. Those would have been perfect for this situation. Right now I was in about the middle of the ship. I needed to find which way was up, and which way to go. I looked around. Taking my pistol, I went ahead and started to load it. Looks like I would first, need to find someone who was alive maybe [member="Jared Ovmar"] was still alive. Considering he was more powerful than myself, it was plausible.

it was then I heard a familiar voice over the air. [member="Jericho"], or "Ghost" was on the ship. I shook my head. it had been a while since the both of us had fought. However, he asked if I was hurt or injured. I nodded my head, making a very short call to the Ghost of my past. "Long time no see. No, however I see some bodies here in the hangar bay. No clue if alive or not. You may want to come down here and check them out." it was when I also heard the captian's radio slowly going out.

Oh crap.

 

[Simone]

"Ugh." Simone blinked slowly, trying to shake off the feeling that she'd been partying hard for a week straight. Floating she remained still, trying to process what had happened. There were flashes of memory, alarms blaring and then darkness. "Well," she said aloud "that narrows it down." She listened to the inbound information, reaching for the comlink in her ear. What had happened wasn't important. She needed to know where she was.

"Liuetenant Denning checking in." she responded to [member="Jorus Merrill"].

So there were potentially pirates on board. Fine and dandy, easy way to deal with them: Don't get caught.

Her arm brushed something solid and she flung her hand out to grab it, eyes not adjusting to the dark. It felt like a door. Doors were good, provided they weren't shut. She pulled her self down the length of the door, finding it partially open she squeezed through. There was a little light now, residue from the stars, not much, but it was something to go by. She planted her feet and kicked off towards the viewport, drifting slowly past it.

"I can't see anything, from...hell i don't know what side I'm on! Anyone have a map of this place?"

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Simone"]

He took the report for what it was worth, even before its liberal sprinkling with 'kssssssssh' at the figurative hands of his comlink. His acknowledgement was straightforward; maybe she caught it through the static of his failing comlink, maybe not. Or maybe he hadn't said it at all, and just thought he had. His head was killing him. Frustrated, he moved wrong, and the Razorhawk jetted him toward a sealed door. By the stinking thrusters' light, he just barely made the horizontal landing.