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Dominion Engines Screaming [SJC - Nooli]

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Worrying reports had recently started to trickle in from the spacers working off of the sparsely populated world of Nooli. Many of the traders and shuttle or cargo pilots were running scared, for recently, a number of vessels seemed to have come under attack. Some were stranded on one of Nooli's barren moons while others were simply left adrift in space. The lucky ones crashed down onto the planet itself, but with resources stretched thin, it was far from obvious that they would receive aid from the locals. It was one of the primary reasons behind why they reached out to the Concord.

Notably, the ships lacked any indication of being attacked by laser- or ion cannons. In fact, their hull often seemed remarkably well preserved bar the damages caused when they landed. Whether the crew was still there seemed to be more of a hit-or-miss situation as they were sometimes still there, shocked and scared but without any physical damage. In other situations, the crew were missing completely

Rumours, dismissed by the Nooli Space Authorities, but widely spread among the spacer community, told of a herd of Starwierds having infested the area. The mysterious creatures were a rare sight indeed, so rare, that some did not even believe that they existed. Tall, ghastly and gravity defying, Starwierds would appear on spaceships and spacestations alike and emit a powerful telekinetic scream to stun their target upon being spotted, before finally going to attack. Despite their nightmare-esque nature, some spacers who had claimed to have survived an encounter against them spoke of how the creatures kind of resembled the spacers themselves.

Unable to neither confirm nor deny any Starweird presence, the Silver Jedi Concord entered Nooli space with a well rounded force - albeit somewhat lacking, considering how the main focus still revolved around defending the long border against the Bryn.

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Objective A: In the rear, with the gear.
Many spacers have been stranded with their ships having sustained critical malfunctions. Some stranded on the barren moon of Nooli, others on Nooli itself and with the most unfortunate ones drifting around along the spacelanes. Some were sure to be injured, but the most prominent task for the Concord here was to aid in the repair of the damaged vessels and safe return of their crews.

Objective B: Ah! You scared me!
A manned space station which were supposed to welcome the Concord forces and sell refueling services has gone quiet moments before their arrival. Scrambling to respond to the sudden loss of communications, the Concord has sent several people to investigate the matter. External scans have indicated that the power generators have experienced certain malfunctions and all investigators have been recommended to bring light sources in case the ship bound lights go out. Well on the station, a number of Starweirds can be found and almost all of the crew which have survived so far have locked themselves into the large crew quaters.

Objective C: BYOO
Many traders and other spacers can be found in the system and are eager to establish new trade connections wherever they may find them. Some might have small favours to ask, others might not be quite as friendly. The moon of Nooli is mostly barren, but even then, there might be a few items of interest on there for those who want to explore a low-gravity environment in earnest.
 
"Locked and loaded captain?" Vulpesen asked the head of his security squad. Leaning forward a bit from his seat, Vulpesen peered towards the cockpit of the lupa as it drifted quietly into the hanger of the Noolian space station. As far as he could see, the entire place was a ghost town without a living soul in sight. Still, something about it was sending a tingle up his spine. There was something strange in that place... something he had never seen before. And for someone who was linked with the doors to the underworld, strange was not an easy bar to cross over.

"Yes sir. Aurek, Besh! Ready up! We land in ten!" Corren Harlow was a rather serious man, likely much more so than the Valde he worked for. Of course such a difference between the two only added to the balance in Vulpesen's personal squad. While opposites in many ways, there was an implicit trust between the two. Harlow would follow Vulpesen into hell, and in return, the Valde wouldn't spare a thought to his six, knowing that the captain had it covered. Of course, a squad consisted of more than its commanders.

"Ready, sir," replied Lt. Vixos, a man even more severe than the captain.

"I was born ready, Cap!" came the reply from Sgt. Garlan, a man of... a less conventional attitude.

Rolling his eyes softly at his Bravo lead, Vulpesen rose up form his seat and did a final check on himself, ensuring that every weapon was tucked well away into his armor, and that his mask was secured well just over his head, ready to be flipped down if needed. He had heard no reports of weapons being fired, or any struggle since the station went silent. Still, it was a big place to have suddenly gone mute. Taking a deep breath to ease away any nerves, he waited for the door to open, feeling the ship settle down onto the durasteel floor. "I've got a bad feelin' about this."
 
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Zayle Beiste

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Objective B: Ah! You scared me!
Vulpesen Vulpesen | Mathieu Brion Mathieu Brion

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The arrival of the Silver Jedi Concord had been met without greeting, Zayle Beiste having accompanied the first of the envoy in order to represent the Order of the Silver Jedi's interest and delegate with the crew and occupants of the Nooli Space-Station, whose objective was meant to introduce the Concord's long-term presence for the hope of further stability across the region.

What they had found instead upon arriving in the sector was zero communications between the space-Station and the small contingent of the Silver Fleet, prompting the need for a security team and Silver Jedi to dock with the station, board and ascertain the situation.

The Hangar that the transport had arrived in appeared empty of life and the power throughout the station was presumably lost, evidenced by the darkness that surrounded the small craft. Alongside their own transport, the Lupa had landed nearby for which Vulpseen and his team offered the brunt of what one would call 'Security Force', firepower if proved to be necessary.

For the Jedi Master, he relied instead on the Force to see him through.

Not a sound could be heard, save for the footsteps of their people as the others disembarked and set up to use the Hangar as their forward station until a more appropriate command position could be found and secured. The Lasat observed the area closely, and what his eyes and ears failed to pick up on, he reached into the Force for greater insight, seeking out all possible life within the orbital facility.

"Hmph" he grumbled under his breath, the Lasat casting a frown as he looked ahead to the blast doors leading into deeper into the Station. Something was making it difficult to see on, as though there was a cloud hanging over the facility, blinding him to all but his primary senses.
 
Objective 1: In the rear, with the gear
Rom was flying through space, listiening to one of his favorite songs before he heard the news
The news: " reports of attacks on nooil, and there is alot of panic and fear among the pepole of the planet"
I stop the ship and start to focus on the news i hear
The news: "Worrying reports had recently started to trickle in from the spacers working off of the sparsely populated world of Nooli. Many of the traders and shuttle or cargo pilots were running scared, for recently, a number of vessels seemed to have come under attack. Some were stranded on one of Nooli's barren moons while others were simply left adrift in space. The lucky ones crashed down onto the planet itself, but with resources stretched thin, it was far from obvious that they would receive aid from the locals, it is unknown who caused the attacks and as we speak, our brave fighters in the SJC are doing their best to uncover the truth and find who is responsble for these hororable actions"
Realizing what i had to do, i start to move as fast as i can
It took a while... A really. Long. While, but eventually i was able to reach nooil
And i start to look around for evidence before happining to meet what looked like a security guard, i walked to him and asked
"so, do you know anything about the attacks that happned Recently"
The guard says that he doesnt know, but i can ask
 
Objective 1: In the rear, with the gear
Rom was flying through space, listiening to one of his favorite songs before he heard the news
The news: " reports of attacks on nooil, and there is alot of panic and fear among the pepole of the planet"
I stop the ship and start to focus on the news i hear
The news: "Worrying reports had recently started to trickle in from the spacers working off of the sparsely populated world of Nooli. Many of the traders and shuttle or cargo pilots were running scared, for recently, a number of vessels seemed to have come under attack. Some were stranded on one of Nooli's barren moons while others were simply left adrift in space. The lucky ones crashed down onto the planet itself, but with resources stretched thin, it was far from obvious that they would receive aid from the locals, it is unknown who caused the attacks and as we speak, our brave fighters in the SJC are doing their best to uncover the truth and find who is responsble for these hororable actions"
Realizing what i had to do, i start to move as fast as i can
It took a while... A really. Long. While, but eventually i was able to reach nooil
And i start to look around for evidence before happining to meet what looked like a security guard, i walked to him and asked
"so, do you know anything about the attacks that happned Recently"
The guard says that he doesnt know, but i can ask
 
Be careful what you wish for.

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...

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Location: Open Space Above Nooli - Objective B
Equipment:
Conservator and Vanguard 2.0 (Lightsabers)
Comm-link, Rebreather, Custom Robes
Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Dilorian in cargo bay)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music"
Desbre Gensan, Milya Vondar (both unless specified)
Tag:
Mathieu Brion Mathieu Brion Vulpesen Vulpesen Zayle Beiste



CARRIER “LIBERATION” - CAPTAIN ANGELLUS’ OFFICE
DROPPING OUT OF HYPERSPACE
TEN STANDARD MINUTES AGO


As the Silver Fleet Carrier Liberation dropped out of hyperspace, and the windows viewing out of Captain Angellus’ office were vibrant in the change of color and scenery, Caltin sensed something. The others there, Captain Angellus and Commander Mueller of Omega Squad looked at him as if he had three heads, and even Mueller asked him, in his own special way, if he was alright. The massive Jedi Master nodded.

Yeah, just a weird kind of presence that I’m sensing through the Force.

This was something that he felt that the big guy had never experienced before. The feeling though was described to him a long time ago. Guess how long!

800 years reference, take a drink!

” LIBERATION” LAUNCH DECK
PRESENT TIME


Standing just outside "The Starlight Sentinel", Caltin was having a conversation with his droid "Roller" while others around him conversed amongst themselves. Anyone who was planning on travelling over to the space station like he was, was waiting for their transport to be ready to launch. Currently, all launch decks were queued for fighters launching.

[Are you sure that you do not wish to take your ship?]

I’m sure, “Roller” but I will need you and “Music” to be ready to launch.

[If that is the case, then why not just take us with you?]

He could say something snarky at this point, but that wouldn’t be right in front of Fleet personnel.

Well, we could do that. Are you sure you want to be around a spooky space station?

[Explain your meaning of the adjective “Spooky” in this context, please.]

Well, there could be ghosts.

He didn’t know this for sure, and in fact, thought the comment to be folly, but it could be fun to see the droid’s reaction.

[Ghosts? No way in Mustafar! We will wait here, if that is all the same to you.]

I should be ashamed of myself, but that was just too funny.

Laughing and reaching out to pat the droid on the “head”, Caltin missed as “Roller” was already half-way up the ramp. With a grin, he turned his head to speak to whoever was around.

I guess he’s not going!

The deck boss was not far away from them getting their transport ready to take Caltin and whoever else was with him, as well as Omega Squad over to the station. Within minutes, they were all loading and getting ready to launch. Many of the heavy fighters and escorts were launching ahead of time.




... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.
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Remain steadfast and you are never without hope


GAME ON YAKHEAD!
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LOCATION: Open Space over Nooli
LOCAL TIME: 1821 hours
BASED:
The Carrier "Liberation"
ORDERS: Provide "Overwatch" and offer rescue operations
WINGMATES: R Rom Kallung Mathieu Brion Mathieu Brion



CARRIER “LIBERATION” - CAPTAIN ANGELLUS’ OFFICE
DROPPING OUT OF HYPERSPACE
TEN STANDARD MINUTES AGO


“The Liberation” was almost at the end of her trip to Nooli, travelling through hyperspace, as several officers were gathered in Angellus’ office. The Pouiel brothers(Flight Director and Commander. Air. Group.), Commander Halpern the XO, and Commander Tantor the Second Officer and Chief of Security. They were going over what was going to happen the moment the ship dropped out of hyperspace. All fighters and interceptors were to launch immediately and provide patrols. Shuttles and escort crafts(gunships and heavy fighters) would launch when the area is secure. Bombers would launch with the purpose of running long distance scans for any potential threats headed their way.

They were not the only ones in there though as Jedi Master Caltin Vanagor, and Special Forces Team Leader Commander Aien Mueller would be going over their objectives as well.

“Dropping out of hyperspace, sir,” The Comms officer said over the link as Commander Halpern got up with a nod and walked out of the office to get everything going. He was more than capable of running a ship himself and was proving to be not only a resource but a major asset and weapon in Liram’s arsenal.

” Alright, while you guys are headed over to the station, “The Liberation” will be providing cover and relief efforts. I don’t like the idea of having all craft out there, but this is a perfect ambush or attack opportunity.”

Aien agreed, so did Caltin who appeared distracted.

” Somebody fart through the Force or something?”

Yeah, he was an Angellus alright.

CARRIER BRIDGE
PRESENT TIME


“Conn/Tactical - weapons ready. Manual targeting. Conn/Engineering - tractor in any nearby ships that need assistance and keep us mobile but not in anyone’s way. Conn Sensors - maximum output.”

One thing that Liram had to deal with when on the bridge with Halpern, boredom. The man was just too good at his job as XO. That was a good thing though, he could focus on what was going on outside.

” Alright everyone, keep your eyes peeled, as this is the easiest time to let your guard down. Let’s provide “Overwatch” as best we can.”

The acknowledgments came swiftly. The bridge was getting better each day.


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GAME ON YAKHEAD!
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LOCATION: Open Space over Nooli
LOCAL TIME: 1821 hours
BASED:
The Carrier "Liberation"
ORDERS: Provide "Overwatch" and offer rescue operations
WINGMATES: R Rom Kallung



CARRIER “LIBERATION” - CAPTAIN ANGELLUS’ OFFICE
DROPPING OUT OF HYPERSPACE
TEN STANDARD MINUTES AGO


“The Liberation” was almost at the end of her trip to Nooli, travelling through hyperspace, as several officers were gathered in Angellus’ office. The Pouiel brothers(Flight Director and Commander. Air. Group.), Commander Halpern the XO, and Commander Tantor the Second Officer and Chief of Security. They were going over what was going to happen the moment the ship dropped out of hyperspace. All fighters and interceptors were to launch immediately and provide patrols. Shuttles and escort crafts(gunships and heavy fighters) would launch when the area is secure. Bombers would launch with the purpose of running long distance scans for any potential threats headed their way.

They were not the only ones in there though as Jedi Master Caltin Vanagor, and Special Forces Team Leader Commander Aien Mueller would be going over their objectives as well.

“Dropping out of hyperspace, sir,” The Comms officer said over the link as Commander Halpern got up with a nod and walked out of the office to get everything going. He was more than capable of running a ship himself and was proving to be not only a resource but a major asset and weapon in Liram’s arsenal.

” Alright, while you guys are headed over to the station, “The Liberation” will be providing cover and relief efforts. I don’t like the idea of having all craft out there, but this is a perfect ambush or attack opportunity.”

Aien agreed, so did Caltin who appeared distracted.

” Somebody fart through the Force or something?”

Yeah, he was an Angellus alright.

CARRIER BRIDGE
PRESENT TIME


“Conn/Tactical - weapons ready. Manual targeting. Conn/Engineering - tractor in any nearby ships that need assistance and keep us mobile but not in anyone’s way. Conn Sensors - maximum output.”

One thing that Liram had to deal with when on the bridge with Halpern, boredom. The man was just too good at his job as XO. That was a good thing though, he could focus on what was going on outside.

” Alright everyone, keep your eyes peeled, as this is the easiest time to let your guard down. Let’s provide “Overwatch” as best we can.”

The acknowledgments came swiftly. The bridge was getting better each day.


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I went back to my ship and flew to the location of the carrier bridge
When i reach there, i activate my radio and try to connect to the pepole below
"hello, is this thing on"
 

Aien Mueller

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You know those types you don't want to meet in a dark alley?

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ORDERS: OPERATION "Moonless Night"
GOLD TEAM: Azrael(Aien Mueller), Castiel(Zev Tantor)
BLUE TEAM: Sauriel(Tauren Saryl), Samael(Tomas Isaacs),
Michael (Laroyce Bromin)
RED TEAM: Gabriel(Ewan Isaacs), Bartleby(Dem Oniqua)
ORDERS: Travel to Station and get power running.
OVERWATCH: “Seraphim”
Tag: Zayle Beiste Mathieu Brion Mathieu Brion


CARRIER “LIBERATION” - CAPTAIN ANGELLUS’ OFFICE
DROPPING OUT OF HYPERSPACE
TEN STANDARD MINUTES AGO


“The Liberation” was almost at the end of her trip to Nooli, traveling through hyperspace, as several officers were gathered in Angellus’ office. Pilots, the XO, the Security Chief, normally a “Boomer” but this guy was an operator, Alien could show him the respect he earned. There wasn’t going to be much of a fight out there, according to intel, so naturally, Omega would go in heavy, “detailed intel was always a trap”. They were going to go and use Samael and Bartleby’s tech knowledge and return power to the main engineering, or at least get the lights on.

They were not the only ones in there though as Jedi Master Caltin Vanagor, he kept looking out the window though, odd for him.

“Dropping out of hyperspace, sir,” The Comms officer said over the link as Commander Halpern got up with a nod and walked out of the office to get everything going. This ship ran like clockwork, Mueller could appreciate that. Angelus was explaining what the carrier and fighters were going to do, it was prudent, he knew just like Mueller did that they needed to be on their toes right now. Hope for the best but plan for the worst.

Aien agreed, so did Caltin who appeared distracted.

How copy?

“Special Forces” for “Are you alright?” Anyway, the Jedi was fine. He was talking some "Jedi Speak, about some "presence" or something. Whatver.

CARRIER LAUNCH DECK
PRESENT TIME


Vanagor was busy talking to his droid and a couple of others. Omega Squad was busy doing weapons checks as Aien came walking up, already armed, armored, and loaded for bear.

Let’s go! Rock and Stock!

Rules of Engagement, boss?

Fire if fired upon.

So karkin’ babysitting?

As long as Bart doesn’t sit on me, I’m good.

Why you…

Bart smacked Gabriel upside the head.

Ow!

We’re going to Engineering, Bart, Samael, and you know what? Gabriel will all get the power up and running.

Alright, I’ll make sure I have all my tech gear, got it.

Wow… great deductive reasoning there big man.

This time Bart did not have the chance to swing, Gabriel was already well out of arm’s distance. Now it was a matter of the ship that was almost finished being prepped to be moved into place for launch. They could load in if they wanted to though, their prerogative.


... yeah, we scare them.

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Objective B: Ah! You scared me!

The recent attacks around Nooli were a cause for concern for this corner of the galaxy because of the havoc they wreaked on spacers and cargo pilots - implications of which could induce a ripple effect on the local economies. For a planet that was ill-equipped to deal with such fanciful creatures as the alleged ones described, they would benefit from the Concord's assistance.

Despite not being a Jedi himself, he had begun to take work with the Jedi to assist them where possible. His moral alignment closely resembled that of a typical Jedi and he respected their aim to do good in the galaxy so it was only natural to find himself among their ranks.

He had only recently been introduced to the Concord through a Jedi Knight he worked with by a coincidence but upon seeing the opportunity to earn money in a way that didn't involve breaking his own moral code, he sought work with the Concord and so wanted to make a good impression on his first job.

Oftentimes, it could be beneficial for the Jedi to have a non-Force sensitive accompany them and their mission today might prove that to be the case as they would be facing off creatures with a pathological hatred of the Force sensitive. They didn't seem too discriminatory of the non-Force sensitive either but if a Force sensitive was present then it would likely take the heat off the non-afflicted thus allowing them to better help the attacked or further the mission while the others contended with the otherworldly beings.

One disadvantage the non-Force user had was a blindness to the pangs of warning provided by the Force. He was blind to what the Jedi could see but in this situation both groups were an asset to each other.

With the rumours they had heard he wasn't looking forward to meeting what lay deep within the station. The Mandalorian had fully resigned himself to the role of a subordinate for his entire career so this mission would be no different. He was content to serve so long as he was not made to cross his own boundaries but that seemed unlikely under the Jedi.

 
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Objective B: Ah! You scared me!

The recent attacks around Nooli were a cause for concern for this corner of the galaxy because of the havoc they wreaked on spacers and cargo pilots - implications of which could induce a ripple effect on the local economies. For a planet that was ill-equipped to deal with such fanciful creatures as the alleged ones described, they would benefit from the Concord's assistance.

Despite not being a Jedi himself, he had begun to take work with the Jedi to assist them where possible. His moral alignment closely resembled that of a typical Jedi and he respected their aim to do good in the galaxy so it was only natural to find himself among their ranks.

He had only recently been introduced to the Concord through a Jedi Knight he worked with by a coincidence but upon seeing the opportunity to earn money in a way that didn't involve breaking his own moral code, he sought work with the Concord and so wanted to make a good impression on his first job.

Oftentimes, it could be beneficial for the Jedi to have a non-Force sensitive accompany them and their mission today might prove that to be the case as they would be facing off creatures with a pathological hatred of the Force sensitive. They didn't seem too discriminatory of the non-Force sensitive either but if a Force sensitive was present then it would likely take the heat off the non-afflicted thus allowing them to better help the attacked or further the mission while the others contended with the otherworldly beings.

One disadvantage the non-Force user had was a blindness to the pangs of warning provided by the Force. He was blind to what the Jedi could see but in this situation both groups were an asset to each other.

The hangar they arrived in was suitably eerie and with the rumours they had heard he wasn't looking forward to meeting what lay deeper within the station. The Mandalorian had fully resigned himself to the role of a subordinate for his entire career so this mission would be no different. He was content to serve so long as he was not made to cross his own boundaries but that seemed unlikely under the Jedi.

Hearing all of this, i realize the danger of this mission, but i then say
"hmm, i see
Well then, are there any clues to who could they be"
 
Loadout: Varos Cloak, Three Rhak Skuri Gas cannisters, Kits Yelp Bracer(With ten extra belts), his personal lightsaber, 2 EMP grenades, three frag grenades, 10 miscellaneous lightsabers, Three totems of Familiars(kath hound, Kreehawk, Acklay), Shadow Fox Amulet, VSF Fennec

Stepping off the ramp of his ship, Vulpesen motioned for his men to fan out. Wordlessly, eleven soldiers took position surrounding the ship, their weapons raised as they searched for any sign of a threat. "Hangar looks clear," Harlow announced, a grey tail swishing behind him. Nodding in agreement, the Valde still kept his lightsaber in hand, though unlit as they maintained a perimeter for the arrival of additional units. After all, it was a rather large station and as nice as it was to lead the Vitae in the initiative, he had to realize that this was not solely a Vitae mission. Rather, they were here as something of a supporting element.

"Aye, I'm not sensing anything here. Still, keep your heads up and your eyes sharp. Just because its quiet now doesn't mean it'll stay so. Given that our only intel involves creatures that may or may not exist and have a proclivity to kill folks like me with more aggression than a sith... I'm rather happy to wait for our friends on this one." Speaking of such friends, Vulpesen then took the chance to activating his comlink to speak to the jedi and allied forces coming towards the hangar. "Looks clear here, gentlemen. You're free to land."

Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor Ki'an Vizsla Ki'an Vizsla Aien Mueller Zayle Beiste
 
Location: Hyperspace, Headed Towards Nooli’s Orbitting Space Station
Local Time: 17:32
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Investigate what had occured in the space station that resulted in the station going dark.
Secondary Objective: Find a way to restore the space station’s power.
Ship: M-30S Krayt Gunship
Equipment: Loadout 2 (Swapped Westar-M5 w/
DR-04DB Class-D Disruptor Rifle)
Tags: Ki'an Vizsla Ki'an Vizsla | Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor | Aien Mueller | Zayle Beiste | Vulpesen Vulpesen

Not too long ago, Kranak had laid eyes upon a contract put out by the Concord. The gig was in Nooli, providing aid to spacers in need, as well as investigating the strange disappearance of crewmen aboard their ships in that system. According to the contract information he had read about, it got serious real fast. Losing contact with the planet’s orbiting large Space Station, with many small to large ships were found adrift, mostly or completely left derelict with no signs of damage that hinted towards a battle, the gig seemed wild to him. There were also no signs of boarding actions that could’ve hinted towards a deviously planned and executed operation from any pirate or a similar organization that could’ve pulled this off. Instead, there was some information regarding beings called Starweirds. The giant Ori’ramikad barely knew anything of these “creatures”. The only times he would hear these things mentioned would be in cantinas when he unintentionally eavesdropped on a bunch of drunken spacers. Spacers could prove to be good sources of information regarding many topics, but Kranak viewed the information regarding these Starweirdsas superstitious.

The giant Ori’ramikad had accepted the contract regardless. He wanted to help those who were in need, and return the favor to the Concord in a way, as they had provided aid when a big earthquake hit Manda’yaim not too long ago. Moments after accepting the contract, Kranak punched the system’s coordinates into his ship’s nav-computer and jumped into hyperspace, headed towards Nooli.

It would take some time for the Ori’ramikad to reach his destination. Putting the gunship on auto pilot, he spun the pilot’s seat around and stood up, headed for his quarters to prepare for the gig. He wasn’t sure what he’d face there. He would need to restore the power to the space station somehow, but he wasn’t a very good mechanic. He specialized in patching up people, not fixing machines. “Well, there’ll probably be others coming to help that'd be more knowledgable in fixing up a power generator...” he thought to himself as he began preparing his weapons and gear.

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Local Time: 18:11

He had returned to his seat once he finished with checking and re-checking his gear for the contract. He gazed out of the viewport, watching the light show right outside while he was in Hyperspace. It was a beautiful sight. He understood why some people loved spacefaring. Not too long into his muse, the nav-computer indicated he was about to drop out of hyperspace soon. The giant Ori’ramikad disengaged the auto-pilot with the flick of a switch and prepared to translate out of hyperspace.

His gunship momentarily trembled as it dropped out of hyperspace. Looking out of the viewport, Kranak could see a number of powerless derelict ships in many shapes and sizes floating in space, with the large space station orbiting Nooli not too far away in the distance. This was an eerie, bizarre sight. He hadn’t seen anything quite like this before in his life. Navigating his gunship past the clumps of derelict, lifeless space crafts, it didn’t take him long to reach the station. Sure enough, the station had no power, eerily hovering in space, within Nooli’s orbit. His ships’ scanners hadn’t picked up any Concord ships in the near vicinity yet.

A hangar bay caught his eye as he got closer to the space station. He gently pulled down his rangefinder to get a closer look at the hangar bay, to see if there was enough room to land his gunship. He could see a bunch of unpowered smaller craft sitting idle within the hangar bay, but there was room to accommodate his gunship. With that, he lifted his helmet’s rangefinder and started to follow landing procedures, slowing down his speed and leveling the gunship with the hangar bay. He lowered the landing gear when there was fifty meters left to the hangar bay. A few moments later, he felt the landing gears touch the sturdy durasteel floor of the hangar bay with a satisfying thud. After landing, the giant turned off the ship’s engines and spun the pilot’s seat around and got up, walking towards the gunship’s rear boarding ramp. He pulled his Verpine Battle Rifle over his right shoulder, taking the weapon off safety with the flick of the rifle’s fire selector switch. Assuming a combat ready stance, keeping the rifle on low-ready, he lowered the boarding ramp with the press of a button on his left vambrace.

The durasteel boarding ramp lowered with a gentle hiss. What laid before the Ori’ramikad was complete darkness. Of course, the space station was not powered after all. Letting go of the grip of his battle rifle for a second, he lowered his helmet’s rangefinder with his right hand and turned on it’s night vision feature to be able to see in the dark. It casted a green hue over whatever he looked at. He cautiously walked out of the gunship afterwards, scanning his surroundings. There were a bunch of crates scattered along the hangar bay, with some small to large fueling hoses laying on the ground, some still connected to the ships. The station looked deserted. The Mandalorian pulled a six inch chemlight from one of his front pouches with his non-dominant left hand. A muffled crack resounded in the empty hangar bay upon snapping it. The chemlight emitted a strong, bright orange glow. He dropped it where he was standing, marking his insertion point. He would be dropping chemlights every twenty meters or so while navigating the station, effectively marking the path he took for others to find him easily.

He very much doubted these “Starweirds” were real, but at the time, he had no evidence to back up that claim. Who knows, maybe they were in fact very much real. Regardless of whatever the facts may be, he had a feeling he would soon find out what caused the blackout that shrouded the space station.
 
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Engines Screaming

Objective: B - Ah! You scared me!
Tags: Vulpesen Vulpesen Zayle Beiste Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor Aien Mueller Ki'an Vizsla Ki'an Vizsla Kranak Vizsla Kranak Vizsla

Maybe it was a vice. Mathieu tended to be quiet whilst en route to a mission. Locking the rest of the world out so that he could centre himself and focus on the challenges which he was about to face. Maybe it would have been better for him to socialise more with those who he would come to work with. While it was always good to centre oneself and be prepared, having a certain degree of report with one's allies was also important. With that in mind, Mathieu walked towards the bald Jedi Master and his droids, it seemed like a number of people were waiting for the transports to be ready.

From a distance, he could see how the Jedi Master seemed to have a rather amusing conversation with his droid but hearing what was said, however, was harder. Still, the large Padawan did pick up the word 'ghost', making him wonder what they were going to do. He had assumed that the fueling station might have a few rowdy customers or in a worst case scenario might have been invaded by pirates - but ghosts was not quite what he had expected to hear.

The atmosphere on the Liberation's launch deck seemed to be rather good with the troops all appearing to have good spirits to them. Finally arriving, Mathieu's lips carried a smile as he heard the last quips between Caltin and his droid. "I guess I'll be the one to tag along instead then" he joked before producing a slight but respectful bow "I am Padawan Mathieu Brion" he said, not having any clear recollection of speaking to the Master directly, although, it was hard to forget having seen his form and heard his word that time when the Assembly chambers were filled by dissidents. Caltin had not been one of them.

With slow steps, Mathieu started walking down along the line of ships, getting closer to where he was destined "You said there might be ghosts?" he asked - while he did not believe in the existance of ghosts that would cause harm on such a scale, he still tried to keep an open mind and if the Master had any wisdom to share he would listen.

Checking if he had everything he needed one last time, Mathieu felt well prepared to board the transport with Caltin and the others. He was clad in his normal armour, mostly covered by the robe on top, with both lightsabre's attached to his belt. Naturally, he only tended to use one, but the green lightsabre which had belonged to Purin had saved him on more occasions that one and had become something of a permanent item which he tended to carry with him in most situations. Importantly, he had also brought a flashlight and a first aid kit along with a few tools. They had been told to be prepared for a plethora of situations and that was something which he had tried to do. "Are we good to go?" he asked, right before stepping onboard the transport.
 
Objective 3- BYOO: Survive
Tags: No one (Open, if you're a rescuer.)

Slip held on tight to the console, as the freighter barreled down towards the surface of the barren moon. Alarms were blaring, and the crewmembers could be heard shouting to each other as they tried to regain control. This shouldn't be happening, it was all going so wrong. Why did Slip come out here?

Since the SJC had received the call for help, they quickly mobilized forces to go and rescue those that were stranded, and to figure out what happened, and how they got stranded. It had all gone smoothly, until they showed up. Those... things had attacked the ship, seemingly getting inside the ship. At first, SLip thought that they were his hallucinations, and that he was accidentally projecting what he saw to the crew. He had assured the crew that there was no danger, that what they were seeing was from him.

He had been so, so wrong.

They had screamed without even making a sound. It had reverberated in the heads of every person nearby. A high-pitched, horrifying wail. Everyone in the corridor was affected, instantly filling them with fear, terror, and panic.

But Slip had gotten the worst of the blow. It had left him shaken, as if he had stared Death right into its eyes, and then it had spoken to him. The thing had locked eyes with him before it had given the scream. The sound seemed directed at Slip. It had even continued to stare him down after it gave the soundless wail. The being made it very clear to Slip.

It was here for him.

Then, the creature began attacking the crewmates. Before they knew it, another one of those monsters had shown up. However, strangely, instead of going straight for Slip like they seemed to want to, they instead proceeded deeper into the ship, and Slip ran to the bridge to report the situation. Security crews were sent to try and stop the beings before they caused too much damage. They were toying with their prey.

And they had no way to stop them, nothing they had tried had worked. Then, all hell broke lose. They lost control of the engines, and now they were on a direct collision course to the moon.

Slip watched through the viewport of the bridge as the surface came ever closer and closer. "Do we have control?" Slip asked a technician.

The technician looked at him and shook his head. "Negative, we've tried everything, but nothing is working! We still don't have control!"

"Have you tried rerouting the power through the secondary couplings?"

Once again, the technician shook his head. "We already tried that, it didn't work. Like I said, nothing we've tried has worked. The reactor is going, I suspect that when the ship hits the surface of the moon, it will be highly unstable and at risk of exploding."

Slip grit his teeth. Damn, there wasn't enough time to fully restart the engines. Even if there was enough time, the crew was too busy with the things to be able to fully recycle the engines.

Slip could hear the fighting over his commlink. It wasn't going good. The beings were basically moving through the ship unhindered by the opposition of the crew. None of their weapons were working against the beasts. It wasn't going good.

The communications officer was busy trying to send a distress signal out to the Silver fleet. However, her efforts would be in vain. It would seem that long-range communications were down.

No one knew what was happening.

No one knew that they were in trouble.

And no one knew where they would crash.

"Comms are out, I can't send a distress call!" She said to the people on the bridge.

"So we're on our own then." Slip said, tightening his grip. He looked at the captain of the ship. "We don't have a lot of time. Captain, we need to go, now."

The Captain thought about it, then, she nodded. "Agreed, sound the alarm. Evacuate the ship."

The comms officer nodded and turned back to her console. She hit a button, and activated the ship's intercoms. "All hands, abandon ship. Repeat: abandon ship. The ship is lost." She said. Slip could hear the message echoing down the halls.

"Alright, let's get to the escape pods." He said, then, he and the other crewmembers of the bridge ran out into the hallway headed down the corridors for the nearest escape pod. Other crewmembers were also scrambling around, running to evacuate before the ship crashed.

Soon, the small group arrived at the pods. Other crewmembers were already climbing in and launching off. Slip spotted an open pod nearby. He could hear the sounds of fighting in the distance. Some people were trapped by the beings, and were attempting to escape. There was nothing he could do about that, though. They couldn't be saved.

Then, suddenly, everyone around Slip started shouting, yelling, screaming, and running in panic. Slip turned, and saw it. One of the monsters was in the same corridor as him. It slashed through multiple people, shredding them. Blood splattered across the walls, and the bodies fell to the floor. Then, the being locked eyes with him. It seemed... aggravated by his presence. It started flying at him at a considerable speed. Slip activated his lightsaber and, once the creature was in range, slashed at it as it slashed at him. He managed to dodge its attack, ducking under it, and moving behind the thing.

But his lightsaber passed straight through the being. He stared in amazement at his lightsaber for a short period of time before turning back around quickly. The monster turned around to face Slip. So, it was true, his weapons would just pass straight through it. The being stared into his eyes, then lunged at him.

In a last ditch effort, Slip used to Force to reach out with his mind and mentally strike the creature. Then, he felt it. He gasped in shock and pain, and the creature shrieked in agony, stuttered by the sudden attack that pierced its mind.

Slip could feel the insides of its mind. There was such hatred, directed completely at Slip for seemingly no reason. The creature was fairly intelligent, and he had no doubt that it was studying his mind to find out his weaknesses. He could feel the agony in the creature. This... this abomination shouldn't even be alive. It shouldn't exist.

Just like Slip. Neither this creature nor Slip should even exist in the first place. And yet, here they were.

Then, the absolute terror and fear flooded his mind. His entire mind was filled with it. Slip was completely shocked, even paralyzed. It was so overwhelming. He wanted to scream, to move, to do anything, but he couldn't do anything. He was defenseless. The pure panic took over his body. He felt trapped, lost, confused. Were these thoughts his, or were they the monsters? Was the monster attacking him, as he had used his mind to attack it, or was this what it felt? Perhaps it was both.

Somehow, Slip managed to will the strength to hit it one last time with another attack, using the Force to shatter its concentration and to focus on its own agony. Slip managed to stumble away from the creature. He deactivated the lightsaber and clipped it back to his belt with shaky hands. His body felt cold, heavy. His limbs felt weak. His head was dizzy and light. His vision kept on wavering in and out, though he was sure that his eyes were open. But most of all, he felt ALONE. Other people were still scrambling around, rushing to get into the escape pods before the creature recovered. But he couldn't feel them in the Force. Strangely, for the first time, he didn't feel anything. His mind was blank, and the Force... he wasn't sure where it was.

By a hint of luck, Slip managed to stumble into an escape pod. He could vaguely make out the Captain, the comms officer, and the technician from the ship. He could just barely feel their presences in the Force, only tiny pinpricks of light, in a far away place, at the end of whatever tunnel he was down.

As they were about to close it, somebody yelled. "Wait, don't leave me behind!" Slip, in his drunken-like state, was vaguely aware of this. He saw a young man at the mouth of the escape pod, starting to climb in. But then, suddenly, something grabbed them. Slip might have had the senses and mental capacity of a vegetable at the moment, but he knew what had grabbed the man.

The monster was back. The man grabbed onto the inside pod. He was half in, half out, with the thing holding his legs. "Please, help me!" He pleaded, struggling against the beast.

Slip, with his last remaining strength and willpower, leaned towards the man, and grabbed his arms. He struggled against the monster, tugging on the man. The other people inside the pod also moved forward to help the man, trying to pull him in.

But the monster was strong, and they struggled against it. "Pull me in, pull me in. Please! I don't want to die!" The man begged.

"It's too strong, we can't pull him in!" The Captain yelled.

"Pleasepleasepleasenononodon'tletmedieIdon'twanttodie! Don't let me go!" He sobbed.

"I'm not... letting go..." Slip managed to say.

"We need to pull him in quickly, the ship is getting closer to the moon!" The technician reported, tugging on the man's right arm.

Slip looked at the being. He could see its glowing eyes staring into him. He had to do it... But, he couldn't, it could kill him if he tried to fight the creature once more in this state. But... he had to. He pieced together his last remaining energy pierced its brain again. He felt the monster, once again, overflow his brain with horrible thoughts and feelings. He felt the connection falter as he nearly passed out from the exertion. He managed to push out one, final attack onto the monster, before he closed the connection.

It was a weak attack, but it was enough to make it falter. They managed to pull the man a little bit further into the pod, so that only his knees were out of the pod. The young man lifted his right leg, the leg not being held by the monster, into the pod for a better foothold.

"Come on, pull!" The comms officer said.

Then, an automated voice filled the pod. "Surface detected. Ship trajectory: crash course. Lifeforms detected within pod. Auto-launching." Said the emotionless voice.

"What?! NO NO DON'T LAUNCH YET!" The man yelled.

Then, the hatch for the escape pod slid shut, right on the man's leg. The man fell towards Slip and the crewmembers, now that there was nothing pulling against him. Slip felt the escape pod launch, the rumbling of the pod as it departed and fell towards the surface of the moon. He heard the engine kick in, to control their descent down to the surface.

Then there was the screaming.

Slip looked, and saw that the man was missing the rest of his left leg below his knee. Where it should have been, was an empty, void space, and a horrible, bleeding hole with muscle, blood, and Slip swore that he saw bone.

The man's leg had been cut clean off. It was still on the ship, since it was nowhere to be found. The other members of the pod were trying to surpress the flow of blood, and were trying to find the medical supplies. They were shouting at each other over the man's wails of pain and agony. Another wave of agony hit Slip. He felt the panic bunch up inside him, he could hardly breath. Why was the Force abandoning him, except when there was pain? He could still barely feel the signatures of the other people in the pod, as if they were far away. What was happening? Why was this happening?

Slip fumbled around and grabbed his lightsaber. Within the confines of the pod, he activated it, the green glow lighting up the interior. Then, he slowly brought it to the man's bleeding leg. If Slip didn't do something soon, the man would bleed out.

He held his lightsaber to the wound, carefully stroking it over the man's leg. The stinging mad the man scream and wail even more, but thankfully two of the crewmates were holding him down and still. Slip worked carefully. Well, as carefully as he could, with his weak limbs, and fading vision. He passed the blade slightly over the wound, cauterizing it.

After thirty seconds of this, and when Slip was certain that the wound was no longer bleeding, he deactivated the blade, and collapsed to the floor. He could hear the crewmates calling his name, but their voices were muffled. He felt them shaking him, and turning him over onto his back to try and get him to wake up. He could only see their silhouettes, not the specific details of them. He only saw them as shadows, and theirs speech was muffled by his fading mind. To Slip, they weren't here. He could barely even acknowledge their presence, no less even identify them.

He turned his head to the left. He saw his lightsaber laying on the ground. The blade reflected the light inside the pod. It reminded him of the creature's eyes, and how it pierced into him.

And with that, Slip passed out, exhausted.

The crewmates made sure to check if he was still alive. He was still breathing, and he still had a pulse. They were relieved, because Slip had been the only one to even make the monster falter. The man missing part of his left leg was still in tremendous pain, but now he was calming down, and his screams of pain had now turned to silent sobbing.

And their pod fell to the surface of the barren moon, led by gravity and the engine on their pod. Countless other pods fell, and the ship continued its descent to the surface.

Only time would tell how many, if any, survived this encounter.

May the Force have mercy on them, if the Force was even still with them.
 
Objective A: In the rear, with the gear.
Location: Tritones II-class Heavy Cruiser Paladin's Commitment accompanied by Martan-series Carrier Corvette Rescue Two and Catalina-class Light Corvettes Blue One and Blue Two

"Scans show about half dozen confirmed derelicts adrift in this section of space....but there's another two dozen signatures that could be a small starship."

Gir nodded in acknowledgement. The apparent vast emptiness of space sometimes made it difficult to remember that there could be countless anomalies which could partially conceal an object or thwart accurate long range sensor sweeps. That simple knowledge had sent him here - his little flotilla had been dispatched to on the area, just outside of main rescue area covered by a larger number of vessels. While relatively tiny, the Directorate officer's forces appeared to be more than sufficient for the task at hand. The Paladin's Commitment, a Directorate cruiser borrowed while en route to enforce the Silver Jedi Concord's position at Nimban, was one of the most modern and powerful warships that could reasonably be available to him. The Rescue Two was a carrier corvette dedicated for deep space rescue operations, carrying dozens of old buy highly capable Sprint-class Rescue Craft and a number of CUVs that normally serviced one of the SJC's starfighter training schools. Together, the small craft could rescue crew and provide any number of small needed repairs to the stranded vessels. Lastly, the two Catalina Corvettes provided him with an ability for endurance scouting or additional screening for the relatively vulnerable Rescue Two.

Gir toggled his headset comlink, switching to the channel he shared with Captain Rogriss, the Rescue Two's captain, "Chet, everything looks clear so far. We have a half dozen signatures that I expect you and your people will start working on right away. There's, a couple of signatures out there that might be ships that need help, but these still need to be confirmed. I'll be dispatching the Commitment's starfighters to do some quick flyby's to check those signatures out before you dispatch rescue craft to those areas..."
 
BYOO: Help the Survivors
Tags: Subject 648 Slipknot Subject 648 Slipknot
"Mom..." Kuxirra's voice came through Zenda's comm, and she immediately knew something was wrong. "Mom, I can't feel Slip..."
"He's tough, just like you. Don't worry, I'll do what I can to find him."
The Knight left her ship, putting on an oxygen mask for this type of environment and heading towards the nearest escape pod.
Help is here. If you have oxygen masks, put them on if you wish to leave the pod. There is no oxygen outside, Zenda told the people inside the pod through the Force. Noticing Slip was in there as well, although unconscious, she sighed in relief. "Kuxirra, he's alive." She told her daughter through her comlink.
"Thank the Force."
 
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Starweirds, the name out ice in her soul and made fear spring up, her hands clenched into fist as her mind came to a conclusion....she was going to face these abominations down and remove them from the very existence. Letting a breath out she maintained a low force signature while her hands guided her little shuttle towards the station, suicide it may be but she had been itching for a grand fight and to claim to kill several would suffice.

She wore no armor, her weapons were stashed aboard but was not on her person, to a mandalorian this would make them feel naked but for stardust it was a way to prove she didnt need them to defeat such a damned evil. The old veteran had ran out of challenges to fight and now this one would be the true test

Her shuttle slowly and carefully landed, downing a oxygen mask she took a breath and opened the ramp, letting her signature ignite like a shining beacon and held her hands out as she got a wicked grin

come on you abominations! Stop picking at the weak and come get a tase of a real meal! If you can win

Suicidal? Most definitely, but that was just stars style
 
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Be careful what you wish for.

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...

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Location: Space Station - Objective B
Equipment:
Conservator and Vanguard 2.0 (Lightsabers)
Comm-link, Rebreather, Custom Robes
Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Dilorian in cargo bay)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music"
Desbre Gensan, Milya Vondar (both unless specified)
Tag:
Mathieu Brion Mathieu Brion Vulpesen Vulpesen Stardust Solus Skirae Stardust Solus Skirae Zenda Tano-Bonteri Zenda Tano-Bonteri Subject 648 Slipknot Subject 648 Slipknot


CARRIER LAUNCH DECK
TEN STANDARD MINUTES AGO


Nice to meet you, Padawan. Master Vanagor.

Offering a handshake over the “normal” bow, or head nod, Caltin was not in the mood for formalities right now. There was too much potential strife ahead and there needed to be no concern about it right now. They will have their problems soon enough. He did not emanate an aura of calm, there was no need to, everyone around them was professionals and knew exactly what was needed. When asked about “Roller”, and “ghosts”, he just looked the way of the droid and smirked.

No, that was to spook my droid. He’ll be fine though. The station lost power, and there’s a worry of Starweirds. They’re… unique… aggressive incorporeal beings, especially towards Force Users. So if the talk is true, we’ll have to be on our toes, so trust in yourself and the Force, and you’ll be fine.

It's what he had believed, but the truth is, there was an odd feeling out there, faint, terrible. However was it one of something barbaric and cruel, or one of something that was reacting as if those here on the station, or in the area had not belonged. Either way, there were innocent lives on that station, and in trouble, and that was why they were here. The transport was ready, and so was Omega Squad. So yeah...

Ready as we'll ever be. Let's do this.


TRANSPORT 4
PRESENT TIME


The trip was surprisingly smooth, not to mention fast. As the transport pilots could be heard talking over comms to a group apparently already on the station. Fighters patrolled the area, and more and more of the Silver Fleet approached. The people in the ships, on the planet, they would be safe, and it was clear to get into the station,

“Coming in.”

There was nothing but darkness out the viewports, and what looked to be emergency lights. This was not going to be an easy experience. Caltin could sense them, and what’s worse they could sense him. That meant that they could sense most everyone attunes to the Force. This was going to be a bit of a nightmare after all, who knows how many of them there are. This was going to be a fight either way and while he was prepared, Caltin didn’t want to risk those around him.

Pulling his backup “Vanguard” into his left hand, Caltin asked those around him.

Who doesn’t have one that needs one?

As the ship set down, the loading ramp opened, and Caltin looked towards it.

Here we go. Level by level. By the numbers.

... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.
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