@[member="Delila Castillon"] @[member="Thessa Kai"] @[member="Iron Giant"]
The navicomputer dinged. Jorus's mouth set in a firm line, and he spun his chair. The
Gypsymoth leaped into hyperspace.
"If I can find a new hyperlane by instinct, I can find a world, now that we've got reason to think he's Confed. That'll give us a place to start..."
He hunched over the controls, eyes shut, and a display began to tick down from 1.0 until it reached 0.4. They would get there very, very fast, even if they were starting on Belkadan, a whole galaxy away. In point of fact, with Jorus at the controls they didn't even need to deal with known hyperlanes. They'd be there in about six hours.
***
They reverted from hyperspace, and Jorus settled back in his pilot's chair. A small nebula and rocky dust cloud stretched out before them: The Cloak of the Sith.
"Roon," he said, turning his chair to speak to whoever had come up to the cockpit for reversion. He toggled the cloaking device and the view vanished. "Didn't think it'd be Roon. Good times were had by all." Many of the Vagrants had flown at his back when he and Alna had repaired Mungo Baobab's ancient route and cleared out the Bando Gora reavers. As a result, pirates had been able to move in, and then the Confederacy. A government that Jorus and his business had called home for a while. Feth, Silk's head offices were still on Ukio. The vast majority of their assets were outside Confederate borders, but still. This was risky. At least the
Gypsymoth had always kept a low profile; when he did business in the Confederacy, he flew the
Daragon, far larger and more official.
"Alright, folks, here's the deal. I've got a few connections here and there, but nobody inside the Templar camp per se. All I know is this. Roon's the home of their citadel, like, this is Templar HQ, Jedi Temple Lite. Daxton Bane's untouchable here. Here's all I've got on them..."
LEGEND
- Dark Red - Infirmary and Laboratories
- Red - Meditation Gardens
- Orange - Training Fields, Training Rooms, and Classrooms
- Gold - Archon's Residence and Master Council Chambers
- Yellow - Auditorium
- Light Green - Dormitories
- Green - Dining Halls
- Teal - Tower of the Sun (Light Side Vault in basement, Meditation Room on top)
- Turquoise - Tower of the Stars (Neutral Vault in basement, Meditation Room on top)
- Blue - Tower of the Moon (Dark Side Vault in basement, Meditation Room on top)
- Purple - Archives
- Brown - Security Office and Brig
- Gray - Landing Pad and Ship Storage
"Details are sketchy, none of this is for certain, but that Tower of the Moon on the west side, that's our best bet. There's only that one landing facility, and it's tightly monitored, though I know some folks who run bars and houses of ill repute around it. This place is a heck of a fortress. We go in, we may not come out again. Now, I could go as myself, upstanding businessman of the Confederacy that I am, and talk to their higher-ups, but we both know they'll never execute or even exile one of their precious Masters, they need'em too much. And they do like to close ranks.
"This is the second time the Confederacy's made us bleed. One way or another, there won't be a third time. But we're not here for the Confederacy, though Force knows I'd love to fly up to that citadel cloaked and just start unloading assault concussion missiles on that Tower of the Moon.
"So how do y'all want to run it? Do we go in quiet and diplomatic? Masks up, shock and awe, no explanation given? Or do we go in cloaked, land in the mountains undetected, hike in, and start taking a look at the bars around the docking facility, or try scaling the walls? Or do we wait for him to leave, follow him, and deal with him elsewhere?
Do we put on Taozin amulets and join the Templars? Do I call him out for a duel he can't refuse?"