[member="Hion the Herglic"]
The hyperspace journey was mentally taxing and took the better part of several days. It took the better part of several days because Orcus and Adekos were both unrepentant, sneaky bastards. The Storm's Eye and its mercenary escort promptly exited One Sith space, traveling towards Widek and Galantos. That part didn't take very long- they had been situated by the border, after all. It took a few hours for the One Sith naval command to realize something was amiss (Immortal-class Star Dreadnoughts exiting allied space for neutral territories accompanied by unknown ships was often suspicious). What was more suspicious was when that same Immortal-Class neglected to return any attempts to communicate with it.
A task-force was dispatched to go after it, but by the time it finally left its home port, the
Storm's Eye fell off the grid. Its tracking system and link with the rest of the One Sith navy having been severed. By the time the investigating ships would catch up to where the
Storm's Eye was last detected, it was long gone once again. The path Adekos directed the ship along was essentially a circle around space controlled by the major nations of the galaxy. They hit Mindabaal, at which point they turned West and passed over worlds such as Gratos, Uystrao, Mayferria, and Mnenecheiasus. This took them along the fringes of One Sith space, but remained well outside their zone of control.
A pit stop was made at Yaga Minor. The Yagans were far too busy preparing for the inevitable (and violent) reclamation of their home by the Mandalorians to ask any questions about the ships they were refueling and restocking. Adekos wished them a great deal of luck and advised them to collaborate with the nearby system of Borosk, a notable fortress world. The next stage of the journey proved the riskiest, as it involved navigating the fringes of four different galactic governments. Adekos and company slipped deftly between Primeval space and the Mandalorian territories. Not once, but twice. It was positively nerve-wracking. Then they had to squeeze between the Silver Jedi's holdings and the Republic's tendril situated over Ossus.
"This is absolute madness." Webber wheezed, clutching his captain's chair for dear life. As if the anticipation of passing between Rhen Var and Ossus was somehow going to suck him out of his chair.
"
I don't see what you're worried about. Only an artifact or shiny bauble can incite the Silver Jedi to action, and there are hardly any on this ship."
Webber wheezed again, the Umbaran's humor lost on the Nikto.
Once they had passed that gate, they were essentially home-free. Briefly, the Storm's Eye appeared to broadcast from that area, but just as quick it would cut short. The area between Ossus and Rhen Var, where the Mara Corridor and the Parlemian Trade Route met, would be the last inkling the One Sith had of their location. Though, speaking of the Mara Corridor, the Immortal-class and its ramshackle pirate escort hopped upon the trade route and cruised through it at a now leisurely pace. Finally, they came to a halt within one of hundreds of uninhabited systems located along the route. Techno Union space? Not quite, though they were fairly close.
It was here they parted ways with Webber and his gang. The pirate fleet dispersed, off to new and possibly less insane ventures. Now the Immortal was left alone in the system, save for the handful of empty colony ships Adekos had ordered to be parked there for this use. So began the arduous process of accounting for the Immortal's crew and transferring them to the colony ships. Great, wondrous things were in store for these people. Sure, there were some tears and heartache. "I'll never get to see my family again" and "I don't want to be a colonist" or "let me go back to Coruscant, please, I beg you." Ultimately these fears were assuaged with a single time-honored saying.
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Oh, shut up."
Most of them were grateful for the opportunity to not die in a smoldering wreck in service to a psychotic and mysterious Dark Lord who had died three or four times by this point, at any rate.
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Control of Giju? For a single Immortal-class? Well, stranger deals have been struck." Adekos coughed into his first, despite wearing a mask. "
Good luck, anyway."