Hyperdrive Shenanigans

[Vosh Mozh]

​Credit to AdamKop for the art piece.​

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​​​Hyperspace - 18:56​

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​ Vosh lay back in her seat, reclining as the wild blue vortex of hyperspace whipped past the viewport in front of her. The holographic galaxy map was minimized in front of her, showing a vague estimate of where they were; the Outer Rim. The ship she flew in was an archaic Imperial corvette, one she had found in a scrap yard on Nar Shadaa a couple years ago, during a return trip. It was beaten and weathered, but it still worked well enough that she decided to commandeer it, permanently. The hull had begun to rust and the engines operated at a fraction of their potential, but she didn't care as long as it could get her around.

As she reclined, her cowl down and lekku dangling from her head, she closed her eyes and began to imagine herself sparring with an ambiguous random Jedi. She had never encountered a Jedi before, but she liked to imagine that they would fall at her feet and beg for mercy. She derived a great deal of enjoyment from violence, and significantly more so from violence involving lightsabers, leading her to develop her skills in Form II saber combat, specialized in dueling other saberists. She wielded only a single lightsaber, constructed by herself as part of her apprenticeship. It was a typical red blade, with a hilt that failed to impress. She was satisfied with its function but wanted a more ornate hilt at some point or another, if only she could afford the components necessary.

​​​Her master and trainer, [member="Darth Ferox"], wandered about the ship somewhere, though she wasn't sure where. She was about to get up and check on him, when suddenly the corvette screeched and tore through space as it plummeted out of hyperspace abruptly. Rushing to the flight controls, she frantically began mashing the ​FAULT ACKNOWLEDGE ​​button. When it finally registered, the blaring array of alarms and flashing lights gave way to a more calmed panel of warning lights displaying a discouraging arrangement of various damaged systems and urgent repairs. She slumped back down into her seat, rubbing her temples with a defeated sigh...

 

[Darth Ferus]

While he had not known her long, the Sith Lord Darth Ferox none the less remained on [member="Vosh Mozh"] 's ship, not knowing and not caring where they were off to. She had proven strong in the Force, strong enough that he would accept her as his third and final apprentice of this generation. And, she had a ship. It was nice that he didn't have to hitchhike across the galaxy for once.

In one of the rooms he sat with [member="DHK-51"] , his trusted droid assassin. As much as he could, he wanted to bring the phrik solid droid with him as an extra set of eyes and ears on any mission, as well as an extra blade to help defend himself with. And, of course, he did so love talking to the machine. His clever quips were not only entertaining, but useful insight on many things.

There was silence as the Zabrak had nothing to say, simply staring out the window at the lines of light passing by. But it quickly changed as warning sirens blared into his ears. What was a pleasant smile quickly turned to a frown, his blue eyes flicking up to the nearest alarm with annoyance. A quick motion of his hand had the Force crushed the loud speaker. While it did remove his immediate annoyance, the rest of the ship still rang out.

With a sigh escaping his lips he sat up, only to have the alarms die down as if everything was alright. Unfortunately, the lines of stars were no longer there. Blue eyes traveled to his droid companion, offering the most exaggerated of shrugs.

"Well, this probably isn't a good thing. Got any insight?"

 

[DHK-51]

DHK stood by his master, silently scanning the ship that they stood on. It hadn't really encountered the would be Sith, however it's master seemed to like the girl, so DHK would at least not try and kill her. The ship they flew on was old, much older than most in the galaxy. It seemed like the kind of ship one of it's 'relatives' would've flown on, and the age of the vessel definitely showed. From the droids brief scanning of the ship, it had discover numerous structural defects, and a few system malfunctions. As if to prove it's information, the ship suddenly dropped out of hyperspace, and alarms began to ring throughout the ship.

With it's master destroying one of the alarms, the droid wondered if it could destroy the rest of the annoying machines. But it's master asked it a question, so that thought would have to wait.

"Diagnostic: Multiple malfunctions throughout this vessel, many relating to it's primary systems. Sarcastic remark: We'd have been better off travelling on an asteroid."

[member="Darth Ferox"] - [member="Vosh Mozh"]

 

[Vosh Mozh]

With another sigh, Vosh stood from her seat, moving toward the door of the cockpit. She had no clue how to fix a hyperdrive or really repair any of the ship's functions. With either good or bad luck, they had dropped out of hyperspace only a few kilometers out from the Hutta space station. If the escape pods still worked, there was at least the hope that they could hire an engineer or two to fix things up. Her only concern was if she had the credits to do it.

As she reached the automatic door of the cockpit, nothing happened. She took on a puzzled expression at first, stepping back and forward again, but the door didn't open. Putting her ear to it, she could hear what was probably wires sparking on the other side. She hit the door with a yell, frustrated, but immediately regretted it as the door was solid metal. She rose her hand to the door, palm open, and imagined pushing as hard as she could in an attempt to break the door with the Force. She got a result, but it wasn't the result she wanted. As she pushed, she somehow managed to throw herself back a good three meters. She didn't bother to get back up, instead electing to pout on the floor until someone else came. Surely one of the other two had heard the ruckus she'd made.


[member="Darth Ferox"] - [member="DHK-51"]

 

[DHK-51]

Before it's master could respond to it, DHK picked up and what seemed to be a banging in the cockpit. Curious, it leaves the room that it master sits in, and heads towards the broken door. Seeing the sparking wires, the droid drops to one knee. It takes a few moments for the droid to hotwire the door, and upon entering would look down at the sulking figure of the acolyte.

"Mocking statement: Do you intend to sit there forever?" The droid said, as it approached the young force user and offered them a hand. "Statement: Your new master would not be pleased, you're lucky I was the one who came, I'm programmed not to kill you unless instructed."

[member="Darth Ferox"] - [member="Vosh Mozh"]

 

[Vosh Mozh]

Vosh looked at the droid, taking a hold of the metallic hand and allowing herself to be pulled to her feet.

​​"If Lord Ferox were less than pleased with me, then I will have failed as a Sith. I'd kill myself before he could even lift a finger." ​Her mouth bent into a smirk, half-serious and half-joking about what she'd said. She took her lekku and wrapped them around her neck, dusting off her cloak and looking toward the amalgamation of warning lights and various other safety symbols. Walking to the doorway, she peered out at the spliced wires, glancing back to DHK-51. ​"You wouldn't happen to have any repair protocols or something would you?"

​​[member="Darth Ferox"] - [member="DHK-51"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"I wouldn't joke about ending your own life over disgrace. The last of my apprentices that tried to do something as foolish as that had his other heart ripped out and replaced with a mechanical one. Gross thing, but a reminder to never simply lay down and die." The voice of Ferox sounded off behind [member="DHK-51"] and [member="Vosh Mozh"] . The Zabrak took off after the droid under the assumption something was wrong, which wasn't the case. Seems the girl was locked behind a door. Her own door.

"Now, how are we gonna get off of this ship?"

 

[Vosh Mozh]

Vosh froze for a moment upon her master's arrival, unaware of his presence. After a brief moment, she sighed and moved to the ship controls.

​"Well if that droid has any repair protocols like we could really use, and nothing needs to be replaced--" ​She stopped in the middle of her sentence, looking at an error message on one of the monitors. ​CRITICAL HYPERDRIVE DAMAGE. ​She turned back to the two who stood behind her.

​"Well, I suppose we could take an escape pod?"

[member="Darth Ferox"] - [member="DHK-51"]

 

[DHK-51]

"Interjection: A few of my subroutines would allow me to perform basic repairs to less critical systems." The droid said, before walking to the console that was flashing profusely. Motioning for the acolyte to stand aside, DHK would inspect the variety of options. Hyperdrive was in critical condition, engines had taken a hit from the sudden exit of hyperspace, and the power systems were fluctuating. Not a great state for the ship to be in.

"Conclusion: My repair functions would be insignificant to fix the ship completely, however I could attempt to jury-rig the auxiliary engines and direct us towards that space station. Mocking query: Where did you find this rust bucket meatbag?"

[member="Darth Ferox"] - [member="Vosh Mozh"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"If our choices are to either float our way there in a bigger ship or a smaller, I say we pick the bigger. Asides, this close to Hutt space if we left this wreck outside of a dock scavengers would pick what little is left and scrap everything else for parts. I assume you'd like to keep the ship at least, right?" Blue eyes traveled down to [member="Vosh Mozh"] with a brow raised. She seemed found of the ship, given she hadn't scrapped it herself despite it's awful condition.

"And, perhaps down there we can secure a mechanic, or rather a team of, to fix it up to at least minimum requirements. Maybe even find a crew. The choice is yours however Vosh, it's your ship after all."

 

[Vosh Mozh]

Vosh gave a momentary glare to the droid who had only just insulted her, before looking back to Ferox.

​"I think the best option is to use whatever engine power we've got left to get to the station." She sighed, looking at the station through the viewport. "I don't have many credits, though."

[member="Darth Ferox"] - [member="DHK-51"]

 

[DHK-51]

The droid, who didn't much care for the opinions of others, also looked out the window at the station.

"Statement: Do not worry about credits, there are other ways to persuade people to work." The droid said before turning to the door. "Announcement: I shall begin the makeshift repairs on the engines, though it may take some time. Suggestion: Master, perhaps you should use this time to show your student how to properly use Force Push, before she throws herself off a cliff." With that, the droid was gone, heading towards the engines at the back of the ship.

DHK reached the engines in a couple of minutes, and the sight before it was not a pleasant one. Ignoring the sparking and cracked hyperdrive, the engines themselves had wires popping out where there shouldn't have been wires at all. Luckily, the ship's power generator was still operational, so they wouldn't be stranded in the blackness of space. Wandering over to the auxiliary engines, the droid would begin the tedious task of replacing the broken wires, or reconnecting them to there intended recipient.

"Annoyed: This is going to take a while."

[member="Darth Ferox"] -[member="Vosh Mozh"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Push huh?" It was the simplest of abilities. One both the young of Sith and Jedi would learn early in their training. It did seem fitting. Ferox gave [member="DHK-51"] a nod as the droid left, before turning his gave down to [member="Vosh Mozh"] . "I don't see why not. What do you know about the Force first off though. I can't train you till I know where to start, right? And, there's a large empty room somewhere on here, aye?"

Question after question. Though, it was important they find a large empty room, less the pair end up destroying something that isn't already busted. The ship was damaged enough after all. With a tilt of his head to the doorway the elder motioned for the Twi'lek to lead on, and bring them to what would end up becoming the training room.

 

[Vosh Mozh]

Vosh looked at the door for a moment, thinking about the various room modules throughout the corvette. ​"Well, there's what I can assume was the cafeteria for crew members." ​She was unsure at first, but seemed to reassure herself within her head. ​"Yeah, that could work. We'd need to move some stuff around, but after that it would be pretty spacious."

The cafeteria was the worst room in terms of cleanliness. Food that had been prepared but uneaten was strewn about as if the entire ship had gone up, down, and sideways in less than a second. It wouldn't be easy to clean, but if it was done it would definitely be worth it. The open space, high ceiling, and blandness allowed for a lot of movement and focus. If there were any room on the ship to practice in, it was here.

[member="Darth Ferox"] - [member="DHK-51"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Right. Cleaning. Huh." A frown settled on the lips of the red man as he looked about. It wasn't that he was a prude too good to clean, just that he wasn't a fan of cleaning. No one really was. A long drawn out sigh escaped him as he began to scratch the side of his head, gazing about at the mess. Then, an idea hit him. Why clean normally when all of this was trash anyway? "Alright, so we're gonna make this some training too I suppose. You're gonna use the Force to push everything to one side of the room. There, we'll get it into the trash chute. Everything must go, aye? Once the bulk is gone, we'll deep clean the walls and floors and make this into a proper training room."

[member="Vosh Mozh"] [member="DHK-51"]

 

[Vosh Mozh]

Vosh was far from impartial to cleaning. Though she didn't have much better to do, she always felt like she couldn't be bothered to such menial tasks. Despite, or more probably because, she grew up in poverty, she wasn't very appreciative of carrying out the small duties and tasks required to maintain everything. However, despite her feelings on the subject, she figured that this was a good way to start practicing her force abilities. Over her time training, she had focused much too disproportionately on her saber form than her Force abilities, and now faced the consequences.

​"Okay," ​she said, her voice soft as though speaking to herself. ​"Focus...focus..."​ She rose her hand, her eyes closed, as she both literally and figuratively reached out, attempting to send a general wave of force out through the room. Visibly, some of the smaller and lighter objects would nudge a bit, but not much was accomplished. She lowered her hand, letting out a grunt. ​"Everyone makes it look so easy, but this is just...ugh."

[member="Darth Ferox"] - [member="DHK-51"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"You're trying to hard." The Zabrak stood beside [member="Vosh Mozh"] with his eyes narrowed on her target. "As a Sith, it's not about focusing the Force, but your emotion. Hate, joy, love, jealousy. I care not which you choose, and neither does the Force. Your passion gives you your strength. Find a feeling, focus on it." To demonstrate what exactly he meant, Ferox lifted up his own hand. Hate burned through his mind, controlled of course, and with it he unleashed a small blast of the Force. One of the tables before him flew from the ground and slammed into the far wall, landing with a satisfying thud.

"Always remember your emotions are your power, and your weakness. Control them, and you control the Force. Loose control, and the Force will consume you."

[member="DHK-51"]

 

[Vosh Mozh]

Vosh heeded his words. He was still a relatively new face to her, but she could feel his experience. Vosh raised her hand once more, this time choosing to let the frustration of not being able to do it be the fuel for the ability. With a yell forcing its way from her chest, one of the larger tables was thrown across the room, crashing against the back wall and ringing out with the agonizing echo of metal-on-metal impact. Vosh looked for a moment, a triumphant laugh bubbling out of her chest. She looked up to [member="Darth Ferox"] for validation.

"How was that?" ​Her face beamed.

 

[DHK-51]

The droid was still replacing wires in the engine room, trying to fix it so that it and it's meatbag companions could get some help. Things definitely looked better than they had when he'd first entered the room, so it took that as a small win. However, the slamming of metal coming from the cantina was quite distracting.

"Aggravated query: Why did you have to choose tables to practice on?" It said to itself before getting back to work. With the final wires put into place, the droid stood triumphant. It left the engine room, heading for the cafeteria. Upon reaching it, the droid would look at the master and student, knowing that it's master was going to teach the young one well.

"Announcement: I have completed what repairs I can, shall I attempt to fly us to the space station?"

[member="Darth Ferox"] - [member="Vosh Mozh"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Much better than before, certainly. Keep it up. Repetition will help it become more natural. Once natural, we'll start introducing more unique applications, aye?" He smiled encouragingly, before turning to [member="DHK-51"] as he entered the room. Repairs done? He wasn't really surprised. Not many repairs could be done after all. "Yeah, take us to the spaceport. Just, don't crash right?" There was an emphases on the not crashing part. With that he would turn back to [member="Vosh Mozh"] to watch her progress. Once they got to the station there would most likely be plenty of situations for her to use it.