Eerie Flight [The Kathol Outback; PM to Join]

[Lok Xiangu]

One month ago...

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

Fear. It was the only thing that lingered within the atmosphere of the once O.S.S. Expander. Ever since the late crew of the Expander ventured deep within the heart and core of the Unknown Regions of the Galaxy an uninvited group of guests invaded the ship and took over the ship with no casualties whatsoever. Ever since these creatures of the dark took over the ship it became a deathtrap to all who dared to take a step within the holds of the vessel. Spacers, salvagers, pirates, and many more from different backgrounds came to take whatever treasures from this abandoned ship, but they would only find their own grim fate and being converted into something far worse than death itself.

Something that Captain Jerni Tramel of the Underground was trying to run away from.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

The rest of his crew were now “dead” as they were outnumbered by the force that inhabited this vessel. They were smart and cunning, and they knew how to get the kill in a fast yet slow and traumatizing manner.

I should've followed the signs...

His everlasting running would come to an end as he was confronted by a dead end by the empty spaces that were once occupied by escape pods. The look of defeat was on Tramel's face and began breaking down. The unknown creatures would cackle and laugh to see their prey fallen in defeat. The captain would speak his last words in a transmission to General Merrill and some high ranking personnel of the Underground: "Don't try to look for me," he said while sobbing, "you don't wanna end up like me. Stay away from this damned ship." The captain would end the transmission and send the coordinates of his displacement before his meeting his sealed fate.

Thump, thump, thump...

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Now...

However, Tramel's distressed transmission would not go unnoticed. After liberating the Kathol Sector from the vile tyrants of the once Order of the Black Rose the Kathol Sector the rebels and freedom fighters would have their attention focused on Tramel's distressed call and send aid to him despite hearing his warning.

Coming out from hyperspace in the Firebrand Lok's eyes would see an enormous Star Destroyer in the void of space. That didn't caught his eye. What got his attention was the dozens or hundreds satellites of abandoned freighters and corvettes orbiting the star destroyer.

"Looks like we should've stayed away from it after all," the young Mandalorian said to himself. He was unable to participate at the Rebellion of Demonsgate due to his father's paranoia of the chance of Lok becoming a Croa from one bite or scratch from those cat-like beings; however, he would be allowed to investigate the whereabouts of Captain Tramel. As much as Tramel warned them from evading this optional fate, the Kathol Outback would lie on their chances and try to rescue whatever there was left from Tramel and his crew.

Even if it meant risking their own lives on the mission they would not leave a man behind.

Spoiler

OOC note: There is no artificial gravity, life support, or electricity available on the ship. You're going to need a vacuum sealed armor because no life support. Do whatever that contents your heart, and obey Wheaton's Law.

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[Bryce Bantam]

The Shining Starr exited hyperspace shortly after and followed the Firebrand. BB stood up from his command chair and walked along side his pilot. He beheld the space around the massive Starr destroyer, and it was littered with ships of all makes and models, some small patrol craft and others near capital sized.

"Looks like a kraking salvage yard." Alexia said.

His new Croa pilot was right, navigation would be tough but her skill seemed up to the task. BB reached over her and open up a comm signal to Lok.

"Firebrand, this is the Shining Starr. We are currently on your six and will follow you in." BB communicated over to the lead vessel.

As ominous as the situation looked BB was looking forward to a distraction. Fighting the Sith spawn broods that plagued Demonsgate had been taxing and he was hoping a nice search and rescue mission would break the monotony.

Opening a ship wide communication he said, "Ok boys and girls, stay sharp and get those void suits on, we may need to deploy shortly."

 

[Nate Phantoms]

He felt the Starr pull out of hyperspace, and he looked out the window to empty space, and made sure his Void suit was prepped, though slightly modified, it still got the job done. He checked his blaster rifle, and it's flashlight attachment. Satisfied, he walked out of the conference room and stood in the doorway of the cockpit as [member="Bryce Bantam"] finished his ship wide announcement.

"ready when you are,"
He tapped the console on his helmet and made sure his infrared mode was at peak efficiency.

 

[Eliza Steele]

Aboard the Firebrand
[member="Lok Munin"]

Feeling the familiar shutter of a ship coming out of hyperspace, anxiety cursed through Eliza Steele's veins as the petite smuggler hated being a passenger and not behind the controls, especially with a kid flying, but this time she'd caught a ride for the 'rescue mission' with some of the other members of the Underground instead of bringing the Corellian Dawn; Steele's beloved YT-1930 light freighter. Another swig of caf with a splash of whiskey was swallowed, then back to work prepping the last of the weapons the dark brunette had brought with her. She had a bad feeling they would need all they could carry given the distress call received.

Eliza finished putting the E-11 blaster rifle back together after giving it a good cleaning, then the fiery Corellisi slung it over her armored shoulder and grabbed her gold and black Mandalorian-style helmet off the crew lounge table and proceeded towards the cockpit of the Firebrand to get the status on their operation. Dark chocolate orbs went wide when they peered out the transparisteel viewport at the 'parking lot' of seemingly abandoned ships after entering the cockpit. What in the nine Corellian hells...

"Su'cuy… Mebana?"

 

[Lok Xiangu]

"Copy that, Shining Star," the Mandalorian replied back to [member="Bryce Bantam"] and was glad he wasn't the only one here on this rescue operation. Just by the looks of the many vessels orbiting around the One Sith star destroyer is what going to take more than two hands to try to get Tramel and whatever remains there was of his crew. The feelings of goosebumps got on his skin and began to shake a little bit.

Man, I should've stolen my dad's ring he got from killing those cat spawns.

Then came his passenger which was a pretty, armed Corellian woman that spoke to him in Mando'a. Lok was surprised for a moment, but saw the traditional Mandalorian helmet on her person. "Su'cuy, vod. And I've no idea what happened. I wish I did so we knew what we're up against cause this doesn't look like a walk through the park type of rescue mission," the Initiate said to his companion. "If you need more guns, there in the back if you want some," he motioned to the back of his ship.

He would then speak to in the encrypted Kathol Outback comm to his allies, "All right, guys, this looks like your typical Wyyrlok-Class Star Destroyer. You should all have the blueprint designs of the ship cause we are not gonna land on the hangar. We will be using the airlocks to land on the Expander and from there see what happened to Tramel and his men. Got that?"

[member="Eliza Steele"], [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]

 

[Eliza Steele]

Aboard the Firebrand
[member="Lok Munin"]

"Vor'e vod, but I'm good… unless you got something real special to offer me for this particular mission," Eliza replied in partial Mando'a to the kid as she took a seat, then pulled out a datapad from its protective pouch on her utility belt.

The petite smuggler brought up the blue prints of said capital ship before them and studied it as Munin replied to the Shining Starr. An airlock boarding would be okay. She'd done them before when salvaging, but Eliza still couldn't quite get out of her mind the question why so many 'ghost' ships were here.

That bad feeing from earlier came back gnawing at her insides. The fiery Corellisi reached down to one of the leg pockets on her black armorweave flight suit and grabbed a small flask that was kept there. She brought it up to her full lips and took one last good sip of the richly-colored amber liquid.

"Want a little liquid encouragement? I promise no cooties," Eliza quipped lightly, holding out the container with whiskey in it after wiping off the opening's rounded rim.

"Port side forward airlock seems to be a straight shot for you," the experienced freighter pilot added as her dark chocolate eyes scanned ahead over the expanse of the Expander.

Okay… so Captain Steele was back seat flying here. Deal with it! What did you expect… her to roll over and play dead? Corellian, remember?!

[member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="Bryce Bantam"]

 

[Bryce Bantam]

"All right, guys, this looks like your typical Wyyrlok-Class Star Destroyer. You should all have the blueprint designs of the ship cause we are not gonna land on the hangar. We will be using the airlocks to land on the Expander and from there see what happened to Tramel and his men. Got that?"

"Roger that fire brand we will follow your lead, however I should tell you that bird is coming back with very weird signals. There's life on here to be sure but as to what it is scanners can't get a reading, recommend EXTREME caution, Over.." BB said before closing the signal.

As the Starr fell in line with that Firebrand the two ships floated past numerous craft that all seemed undamaged. It was just so strange, from the amount of ships outside the target one would figure it must have been the scene of a battle, however not one ship was showing any signs of battle damage. It just didn't make any sense....

Turning to this new ally as he had entered the bridge he pointed to the sight beyond the view port and asked. "Nate you ever see anything like this?"

[member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="Eliza Steele"] [member="Lok Munin"]

 

[Nate Phantoms]

He looked over BB's shoulder at the field of deserted star-ships and glanced at BB. He shook his head and checked the sight and flashlight on his rifle.

"I've seen a lot kid... but this is outrageous. I have a grudge with these things.. remember Demonsgate? yeah.. paybacks a queen."

[member="Eliza Steele"], [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Lok Munin"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Docking with the Derelict
Allies: Undetermined. Possibly [member="Lok Munin"]

The patrol craft drifted quite unsteadily, but on course. As it got close, an assault pod fire from it, streaking towards it. Within sat a man in full manadalorian armor, battered and care-worn. A shotgun sat over his lap, hands checking the settings. Dials, buttons, everything was pre-set, for Ijaat was absolutely no pilot of fame. A pistol rested in the thigh holster over the armor, well checked and oiled, waiting. And a sword leaned up against his shoulder, ready and waiting, gleaming beskar in a two-handed saber, electrum studded settings. A buc;ye sat on his lap, silvered visor flickering in the red emergency lighting of the pod.

"Impact in 5...4...3..."

And now, we begin...

Standing, he clicked back the hammer on the shotgun, cinched the belt of the sword on, and grasped a handle as the impact shuddered, and then slammed his fist to open the hatch.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Boarding with the Derelict
Allies: Undetermined. Possibly [member="Lok Munin"]

The message going out had been bad enough. A rescue call, for sure. The call would be answered. But first, something beckoned that... Well... Frankly? The reborn swordsman could not ignore what his contacts had told him. With his new found body from [member="Ajira Cardei"] being Force Sensitive, he had begun studying Force Crafting. Of course, the Je'daii and Tython had come up. Along with the art of Force Imbuement, their most complete and surviving contribution to things, at least in wide acknowledgement. Something within, and he wasn't sure what precisely, just that there was a cache of artifacts within this ship, trying to be moved off planet, or collected, to One Sith space.

Essentially, someone high ranking in the One Sith, it appeared someone named [member="Darth Carach"] or that the Sith Lord was involved, had found this cache. They had been in charge of Tython, and became a bit of an obsessive over the planet and its' former inhabitants. What it was, he didn't know. But the derelict was cursed, it would seem, and never delivered it's more mundane, or less mundane, contents. So Ijaat had shown. If the relics of Tython remained here, then he would collect them. If he could. And once they were recovered, he would see about this distress call and what he could manage.

As the nose of the pod breached the derelict, he charged forward, shotgun swinging at the hip. And stumbled into an empty, waiting hallway. Which immediately alarmed him...

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Exploring the Entry Point
Allies: Undetermined. Possibly [member="Lok Munin"] & Co.

Heavy shod boots clanged against grated floor as his visored gaze passed up and down the hallway. The place reeked, even through his filters, and several blink commands brought up air anaylsis. The atmo here was temporary, caused by the breach of the pod and the expulsion of gases. Hastily, he sealed his armor completely, and the smell went away and his climbing heart-rate calmed. Still though, the sonic shotgun in his grasp tracked, and almost he went for the signature assault rifle on his back. But that would give him away utterly. Plus it was such a powerful weapon, if he missed, it would cause quite a bit of collateral damage. And that was something he didn't particularly care for having happen to him.

Clanking clangs echoed again as he began to sweep up and down the hallway, his scanners tracking but finding nothing quite yet. As he had hoped, the massive and bizarre life-signs were absent here. They had quite a bit of bunching where he was going, but here it was a rather sparse location. Nothing pinged his radar, as it was. But military discipline kept him guarded and on point. A crushgauntleted hand curled and relaxed, knuckles for once not creaking as he stalked forward along the hallway. Pings began showing up, half-ghosts, on the scanners. He saw a fallen barricade and kicked it up, resting the shotgun on it, taking a knee and grinning.

Well then, come out and play, karkers...

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Awaiting the First Wave.
Allies: Undetermined. Possibly [member="Lok Munin"] & Co.

Itchy trigger finger... Decades of war had conditioned the old body to suppress the urge. Whilst his mind knew and had the impulses restrained, the muscles were still new, as was his consciousness with them, so the finger tremored, ever so slightly. Breathing, in through the nose, out through the mouth. A blink command switched on the three-sixty degree view, which he almost swam into the void over. The view was nauseating as well. But it was needed, in case these things knew how to avoid life form trackers. Which honestly, given all he had to go on was it was an abandoned One Sith ship haunted by what was likely Sithspawn or some infernal creation from the twisted Lords of the Dark Side. It would not be terribly surprising or out of the ordinary.

Suddenly, something slimy, shiny black chitin, chittering like mad and slithering like an eel, shot at him as it wrecked a floor-grate to get to him. The shotgun in his hands was whining in a super-sonic pitch, and bucked with both barrels slamming their charge. Whatever it was screeched in pain and halted it's advance, writhing in the floor. It wasn't dead, the armor had been thick enough to crack in a few spots, but not particularly devastatingly so. Dropping the shotgun and putting it against the barricade, he drew his pistol and several heavy bolts slammed into the beast, leaving smoldering holes. Ever was he thankful for the heavy hitting DE-10 he had bought so many years ago.

"Come on now, where's the rest?"

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Advance to the Goal.
Allies: Undetermined. Possibly [member="Lok Munin"] & Co.

Nothing came. The sensors were silent. Not a blip. And then he began to leave cover. A thermal detonator was primed in his left hand, pistol scanning and sweeping as he walked to the corpse. Thing was still twitching, hissing, but a massive amount of almost puss like white fluid leaked out of it, along with bright green streaking it, which when he touched it, the gauntlets he wore hissed and smoked. It didn't eat through them, being beskar, but the metal did come away with a bit of minor, minor etching and pitting. So these things were nasty indeed. Fast, agile, serrated teeth and acidic discharge within glands from the maw. Or, well, something would come out of that secondary set of tubules behind the canines. He hoped it was acid or poison.

Sliding the pistol back into his holster, he sighed. With a shrug, he pulled the rifle off his back... The Shacklebolt was probably one of his more deadly creations, really. Unerring accurate projections flooded his HUD as the micro-droid processor activated in the rifle with a flick of his thumb. A bolt was pulled, racking the slid, and the weapon hummed very quietly, miniaturized repulsors and gravitic cushions and the like helped to balance the thing as if no heavier than a pistol, and would help compensate for recoil when firing in the first place. Tracking forward, he began clearing the hallway foot by foot, going ever forward towards the pulsing beacon of his goal on his map.

 

[Runi Verin]

Location: Onboard the Boracyk; YTA-1300F Light Freighter
Objective: Sweep and dock
Tagging: [member="Gabriel Lethe"] | [member="Lok Munin"], [member="Eliza Steele"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] | [member="Ijaat Mereel"]

Primarily a salvager by trade, Runi Verin had counted herself a veteran of ship graveyards such as this, but even she was taken aback by the sheer number of abandoned vessels that filled her viewscreen as the Boracyk flickered into the system. Freighters, corvettes, even the odd frigate or two, stretched out as far as the eye could see, forming a grim funeral entourage in the wake of the Expander, forever locked in a silent procession across the blackened reaches of the void. A morbid thought to be sure, but an accurate one if even half the rumours Runi had heard about this place proved to be true. Given that she recognised several of the transponders winking back at her from the read out, she was willing to go out on a limb and say that they were. The Expander looked almost peaceful from out here, hardly reflecting the chaos already breaking out within its hull.

Runi snorted softly as she set her own vessel into an automatic flight path. It seemed to always be something lately. Between the starweirds and plague-ridden animated corpses, to name but a few choice encounters over the last few weeks and months, she almost longed for the days when the worst she had to worry about was rival competitors or the odd shipjacker awaiting her aboard such vessels. Kark, what ever happened to a good old fashion band of pirates and cut-throats? No one respected the classics any more.

She reached up and thumbed some life into the comm channel, the line buzzing slightly due to the older equipment she utilised. Almost forty percent of her vessel was salvaged scrap at this point, a number she might increase if today proved to be anything more than a foolish hunt.

<\"Firebrand, Shining Star, this is Boracyk. I’m going to swing another pass across this cheeka before docking a few down from you. Unless I get lost along the way, I’ll try and hook-up with you around the third intersection. I trust you can make it that far without me holding your hand, ‘lek?"/>

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Aboard the target
Objective: Scout & Kill
Allies: [member="Gabriel Lethe"] | [member="Lok Munin"], [member="Eliza Steele"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] | [member="Runi Verin"]

As he rounded a corner into the hangar, he abruptly reeled back like a drunken reveler. There was something within there, something he felt... The holocron from his benefactor had explained some of this, its' gatekeeper amused at his rank rookie nature in the Force compared to his combat and smithing. But sensing through the Force he could sort of use, to a crude extent. These things felt wrong, felt dangerous, felt utterly without presence. Letting the rifle drop to his side, he drew pistol in his off hand, and sword in his right.

Considering, thinking, he plotted his advancement as he checked the cannister and power-cell.... And then let the grenade fly into the room before ducking back.

 

[Raachwaroo]

Raachwaroo checked his surroundings multiple times. Ships everywhere, some nicer than his so he had been making stops checking some of the other ships before checking in with Bryce Bantam. Though it was curious as none of these 'things' that had taken over the big ship weren't here. Even more disturbing to one whom understood the world a bit more than Rachwaroo was that things were left as if someone had just gone to the bathroom and would be right back. He found a small blaster pistol and put it in his trusty dufflebag. He'd have to find a holster later, then he got back in his ship and began launching towards 'The Shining Star' Rung translated for his master quickly,

"Eyyyyyyyyy Bryce! Hope you're ready to hold hands we're docking now." Then he announced himself to the others who showed up for some salvaging like the Wookie had.

"Reckless Rookie Rebel inbound. RRR docking with Shining Star" The RRR for short, with Rung, Rachwaroo, and the Rebel X. A name that Rung came up with and hadn't told his pilot about yet. Bryce had mentioned a welcome back present to his walking rug friend onboard the ship. He was excited, the last time Bryce handed him something it was a drink. That was pretty fun. Nevertheless the Rebel X got behind the star waiting for docking approval.


[member="Lok Munin"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="Eliza Steele"] [member="Ijaat Mereel"] [member="Runi Verin"]

 

[Bryce Bantam]

"Dorsal air lock ready for ya Raachawroo." BB signaled his furred friend now that Raawarchoo was finally done salvaging and decided to join the party.

BB somehow always felt safer with that big wookiee around. Ever since their chance meeting on Biitu the two had been fast friends and having him on this mission was a great comfort. Plus if everything went well they would need his unique expertise to salvage any of these birds anyhow.

Turning to Nate he slapped him on the shoulder and said. "Good stuff, looks like we are getting the band back together. Now all we need is Ria, wonder if she is still hiding out somewhere?"

[member="Eliza Steele"] | [member="Raachwaroo"] | [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | [member="Runi Verin"] | [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] | [member="Lok Munin"] | [member="Ria Misrani"]

 

[Ria Misrani]

Location: The Shining Star
Objective: Prep
Allies: [member="Raachwaroo"], [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"], [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Ijaat Mereel"], [member="Eliza Steele"], [member="Lok Munin"]

Ria had been offered and told of beds and rooms aboard the Shining Star, but honestly she enjoyed the tight space just above the cargo hold. It reminded her of Nar Shaddaa's Corellian sector. Always humming with activity, she could hear the ship hum and purr. Bryce picked Ria up from her own personal salvaging expedition. Loot from that expedition now laid scattered along two workbenches down in the cargo hold below her. EM-4 rested in his trunk, she'd have to link back up with Runi to see to EM-4's actual repairs. Unfortunately they couldn't get much done and were just lucky to have escaped with their lives. Solikno would be looking for them again, soon.

For now, though she knew wherever Bryce was taking them - it was probably scary enough to send a Rancor screaming for its mama. If, Rancors cared about such things anyway. Ria popped open the hatch and using her dispenser cable climbed down. Feet plopping onto the deck, her duster and hat laid on the back of either stool by their respective work benches.

Quietly, she approached Bryce. "Where are we, now?"

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Aboard the target
Objective: Obtain Access to the Cargo Hold
Allies: [member="Gabriel Lethe"] | [member="Lok Munin"], [member="Eliza Steele"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] | [member="Runi Verin"]

There was an explosion, but not of a thermal detonator... He must have grabbed the wrong one, because a cryo-mist hissed out. Unsure of what was happening, the former Mandalorian turned his head. The creatures he saw, wraith-like and spindly, were frozen in place. Apparently, whatever they were, Dark Side spawn or not, the grenade had an effect on them as well. Still not entirely trusting to his luck, Ijaat tested the weight of the sword in his hand as he stalked forward, eventually resting the flat of the blade on his armored shoulder, the pauldro easily taking the weight. In the center, there was a smaller locked complex he could see. Well, he reasoned the center little room was locked, but he didn't know for sure, no. If he were the owners of this hulk, such a prize as what he sought would be in there. Besides, even with his weak Force senses, he could tell that there was something keeping his scanners and his soul from the place.

Why go through so much bother if nothing of value were in there, eh? And so he advanced hurriedly, knowing the grenade would not hold the beasts forever.

 

[Nate Phantoms]

He nodded a greeting to Raachwaroo, extending his hand out.


"Nice to meet you, just don't break my hand,"

He added the last part as a flashback of the last time he shook hands with a wookiee popped up; it wouldn't end well if the same thing happened, especially since he was still trying to ring himself back in, mentally, after the encounter he had on Demonsgate with BB. Any other person wouldn't voluntarily sign up to fight off more spawn after they nearly got infected by one, but he was no normal person, and he had a slight problem with holding grudges. He looked at BB, and a faint smile played at his lips.

"Is there a spot open for someone like me, and my certain ares of expertise?"

He felt somewhat better after spending bout a day and a half in a bacta tank on BB's ship, but now he had a mass amount of scars, mentally and physically. He heard a feminine voice approach, and he turned and saw a woman set down her duster and hat, standing next to BB. He nodded a greeting to her as well, extending his hand to her, needing something to take his head out the past.

"Nice to meet you."


[member="Ijaat Mereel"], [member="Ria Misrani"], [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Raachwaroo"], [member="Runi Verin"], [member="Lok Munin"]