Faction Escape from Mytus VII | Iron Covenant

[Juno Wren]

ESCAPE FROM MYTUS VII​

Mytus VII is a desolate asteroid on the edge of Wild Space, utterly unremarkable, but for the forty-story facility known as Star's End. Once run by a corporate hegemony, now the facility is under the purview of the Dark Collective, a group rumored to have ties to the Sith. Heavily fortified and heavily guarded, Star's End is home to thousands of criminals, scoundrels, and political dissidents.

But some of them don’t belong. Among them is Juno Wren, a hardened Mandalorian bounty hunter, and Sōla Taan, a world-weary Jedi foundling. Wrongfully imprisoned and all but forgotten by the galaxy, the two unlikely allies have managed a nearly impossible feat: They managed to broadcast a message.

And the Iron Enclave heard them. ​

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Siv Dragr Jaikell Wyrvhor Sōla Taan Baal’ik Yautja ​

Hachi X-0

 

[Juno Wren]

JUNO WREN
Star’s End | Mytus VII | Cell 447-L34
TAG: Siv Dragr Jaikell Wyrvhor Sōla Taan Baal’ik Yautja Hachi X-0

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Juno wiped a spot of blood from her helmet. It was the only piece of her armor she had left— only she could undo the mechanism that sealed it to her head. ”Think anybody got our message?”

She turned to the cell’s other occupant. Sōla Taan, a girl about a decade her junior with eyes that were far too old.

They hadn’t been cellmates, originally. Every prisoner of Star’s End had been kept in stasis, separate and asleep. But six months ago, everything changed. The stasis pods shut off. The cell doors opened. And hell was unleashed.

The prisoners had free rein of the upper floors, and the biological guards kept to the lower levels, twiddling their thumbs while prisoners were murdered left and right. They only had to deal with droids, and they were easily fooled. Well, them and the other prisoners.

It had taken the two of them six months to gather the components to build a transmitter and make a back door through the communications array to send out a message. Six long, violent months. She’d lost count of the number of fights. She hadn’t lost a single one, nor had Sōla. Things had settled for now, but the place was a powder keg, and any small thing could set it off.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d been here, before the stasis was lifted. Years, at least. “And watch out for Baal’ik. Word is he’s still got it out for you. How’d you manage to beat him with the dampeners on?”

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[Sōla Taan]

SŌLA TAAN-KRAYT
Mytus VII | Star’s End | Cell 447-L34
TAG: Siv Dragr Jaikell Wyrvhor Juno Wren Baal’ik Yautja Hachi X-0

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”I believe someone heard us…” but I don’t know if help is coming.

Once upon a time, she might’ve been able to reach into the Force and catch a glimpse of her future, but with her abilities dampened by the shackles about her wrists, searching out the future was a lesson in futility. But she still had her tricks, small workings that could help avoid confrontation or end it, if the situation required.

She watched as Juno started pacing. Sōla still didn’t know what she looked like; the woman had never taken off her helmet. As far as Sōla knew, she slept with it on as well, and she never ate where anyone could see.

"And watch out for Baal'ik,” said Juno. “Word is he's still got it out for you. How'd you manage to beat him with the dampeners on?"

Sōla sighed. The forsaken warrior had wanted her dead for years. He was a formidable warrior, and deadly strong, but the Shadow had drained much of his vitality, and his dependence upon the darkside hampered him. Without the Force or his armor, he was nothing but a big, angry, brute. “I am not worried about Baal’ik. He has not learned to compensate for his diminished powers. I have. And if I ever get them off…”

A blaring klaxon cut her thoughts short. Ride lights flared along the walkways beyond the cell, flashing to the rhythm of the alarm. Sōla and Juno shared a glance. Then a flat, robotic voice over the loudspeakers:

“PRISONERS. RETURN TO YOUR CELLS. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. I REPEAT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. RETURN TO YOUR CELLS.”

Is this it? Is this our chance?

“Leave the cell?”

Juno nodded decisively. “Definitely leave the cell.”
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