Jade moon, where fates collide and battles begin

[Marcus Faust]

Now that, that made him smile to the most that he could, and he shook his head with a chuckle. "Look at yourself, you claim to have no malicious intent but mere words whip you into an angry fervor, even Carnifex can handle a debate without descending to rabidness." The former Hand of the Dark Lord sighed, [member="Darth Ronan"]'s insults bouncing off him like a blaster bolt to a ignited saber. The man had fire, he'd give him that, but it was truly amazing how one could go on and on whilst being completely wrong about everything they said.

The dark side corrupted all it touched, if one submerged themselves in it, it would drown and consume them, such was its nature. Ronan could squabble and squeal, letting his temper be stoked but he only further proved Marcus' point. One did not swear themselves to a code that glorified violence and selfishness out of the goodness of their heart, Sith all followed the same path, perhaps they went about it differently, but they end goal was the same; power, and they cared not how many innocents they had to kill to gain it.

Marcus knew that better than anyone, he knew what the dark side did to the soul because his own was forever changed, and even now he could not ever fully remove its corruption. "There will be no fight, assuming you leave behind what is not yours to take." He responded, remaining in the Sith's path without so much as a hint of conflict on his scarred face.

Him, know nothing of the Sith?

How comical.

[member="Typhon Nebulos"] | [member="Kenshin Mamoru"]

 

[Kenshin Mamoru]

Kenshin was thrown across the room by a force push, but managed to break his fall with a roll, only sustaining more minor injuries, such as his non-dominant arm now being broken. He could fight, but fighting and grabbing the holocron or crystals would be a difficulty unless...

[member="Typhon Nebulos"] suddenly got hit by a powerfull force attack from [member="Marcus Faust"] . This was Kenshin's chance. Swiftly, he raised his non-broken arm and force pulled the crystals to him, both the ones grabbed by Typhon and the ones on the table. He then put them in to his satchel, and stood up.

"This is taking you more effort than it's worth. Leave, and I will not fight you."

Suddenly, Kenshin remembered his lightsaber. He picked it up off the floor and turned the blade floor and turned the blade off.

[member="Darth Ronan"] [member="Cecilia Wissen"] [member="Caseek Vadu"] [member="Mereel Vaun"]

 

[Cecilia Wissen]

Cecilia had expected to have to run multiple tests on the ships computers to find some small but obscure problem that had been giving Mereel grief. Most starship problems were caused by running into things. Not that she owned one, but she had worked at a spaceport for six years in Ta'a Chume'Dan. Cecilia stepped into the cockpit and closed the hatch. Well she tried to. She forgot that her staff was in its usual place, strapped to the side of the small pack she was carrying. Shrugging, she took it off and sat down, tossing her pack onto the ship's right wing as she did so, where it landed with a sound somewhere between a thug and a clank. She considered closing the hatch, then decided not to. Depending what was wrong with this ship, she would probably have to jump right back out again. Sighing, she booted up the ships computers. "Let's see what's wrong with this thing." The starfighter started almost immediately, and the systems soon followed, and almost every check light the ship had came on. "Oh..." She laughed, impressed that he had managed to land the ship, and equally impressed that he had managed to screw up his ship this badly.

"Let's see if he has all of them:" Cecilia began counting on her fingers, "Yup, hyperdrive is out, nice, oh, and it's power feed. Foward cannons are out, tail cannons too, go figure" Cecilia said, chuckling. "So I'm willing to bet the problem is..." Cecilia searched for the indicator that she was almost sure was lit, running over the displays with her left hand's index finger, as she was using her right to keep track. "...aaaannndd S-foils are out." S- foils, the ship's main way of cooling itself were out, which meant that heat buildup was almost certainly the cause of the problem. Well, counting the tailgunner cockpit, the six problems.

At this time, Cecilia noticed the man running towards her, shouting some rubbish about her blowing up his ship. If she had done anything she would have tried to fly off in it. Although considering the state it was in, those two things probably weren't mutually exclusive. Waving to him, she moved onto the right wing, picking up her backpack and placing it in pilot's seat, although not before retrieving her hydrospanner and clipping it to her belt. She had moved her pack because she needed to work here, and she needed the spanner for that too.

As the man climbed up onto his ship, Cecilia sat down on the right side of the pilot's cockpit, putting her left foot on the seat and her right on the other side of the cockpit. He looked well enough, at least physically. His face was currently in a rather confusing mashup of what appeared to be fear, anger, sheepishness, embarrassment, and who knows what else. Looks like he had had a rough time. The man sat down and appeared to consider handing her slugthrower to her before apparently deciding that he should clean it first. Cecilia decided not to ask why he made that decision.

Getting up, Cecilia accepting the drink from the man with a "I'd be delighted" before immediately putting it down on the pilot's seat. While she would have loved a drink, she wasn't entirely sure how much time they had on their hands. Best to assume none. She stepped past the man and towards the tailgunner cockpit, taking her hydrospanner from her belt. She tried to open it, and, as the man had said earlier, it was quite stuck. She briefly considered trying to cut it open with the spanner's fusion cutter setting, before quickly changing her mind and instead deciding to just unscrew anything attaching the hatch to the spacecraft. That would probably be faster and less regrettable. As she did it, she started talking to the man again. "Not to sound impolite, but we do need to be quick if we want to be using this fighter for anything any time soon." She had been putting the screws in her pocket, and had almost dropped it off of the fighter. That would have been bad. "So, a few questions. First off, what is your name. Second--" At this point, Cecilia had managed to get the last of the bolts out and stopped talking so that she could pick up the hatch and put it down on the left engine to get it out of the way. Presumably this would have given the man enough time to answer her first question, which she would have responded to with "Nice to make your acquaintance then, Mereel", and shake his hand. If at this time Mereel had finished cleaning her slugthrower, she would have taken it from him with a "Thanks" and holstered it.

Then, Cecilia jumped down from the fighter's wing, using her hand to slow her fall. The screws in her pocket 'chinck'ed on her landing. Starting to work on fixing the S-foil underneath the right wing, Cecilia continued talking. "Second, how are you doing. Third, what's happening back there. Finally, what do you want working first: guns or engines? Oh, and if you think I know what's going on on this planet-- I don't." She ended the statement with a tone that made it clear that she was quite frustrated with this fact. At this point, Cecilia would have listened to Mereel's response, and continued to help him with repairs to his ship until they got it fixed to the point where it could do what they needed it too, or something else happened.

[member="Mereel Vaun"]

 

[Typhon Nebulos]

Typhon would slam against the wall that was behind him, with it splitting in half and falling on top of him. A loud grunt could be heard from him as it crushed him. He would almost immediately fall unconscious from the blast, and would lay still under the wall, as if he was dead. The unconsciousness would only last for several minutes before Typhon awoke with heavy pain in his legs and ribs.

He was certain his legs and ribs were broken, there was no way they couldn't be. Typhon would resort to the ways of the Sith and utilize the pain into rage, moving the parts of the wall off of him with the force. Other than this, he could do no more. He would lay in complete pain, not able to move. His last effort was to hide his lightsaber in his robe pocket.

"I-I surrender." he'd barely mumble out in his pain.

 

[Mereel Vaun]

Mereel saw that [member="Cecilia Wissen"] had put the flask back on the pilot seat and picked it up, upon opening it he noticed that the flask was still full. More for me then. He poured a small amount of the tihaar onto his white cleaning rag, and went to work wiping down every crevice of the slugthrower. "Sorry about this, but your gun is going to smell like tihaar for a week - actually maybe a month. You're lucky in a sense though, this blend of tihaar is the only alcohol I know of that smells this fruity."

Mereel threw the tihaar-soaked rag off to the side and watched as the wind carried it off and into the distance.

"Not to sound impolite, but we do need to be quick if we want to be using this fighter for anything any time soon."

Mereel considered the flask in his hand for a second, and then downed what was left of the tihaar with one swig. "Don't worry, no offense taken. Name's Mereel Vaun."

Mereel decided to not respond to her second question, and handed her back her slugthrower, "Forget the guns, I'd rather be captured by pirates than shoot anyone else today."

Mereel hopped into the cockpit to run a diagnostic on the ship's sensor array. "What happened back there was a wild Mythosaur chase. All I saw in those ruins were some lightsaber crystals. Nothing worth anyone dying for."

Despite the condition of every other subsystem on the fighter, the sensor package seemed to be working fine if the diagnostic he had just run was correct, although the console was still reading off a host of other issues, including the S-foils. Great, those totally aren't important at all. "You may not know what's happening here, but what brought you to this planet in the first place?"

He hopped out of the pilot's seat and went to inspect the S-foils and was surprised to find Cecilia already working under the ship's right wings. He dropped to a crouch and said, "I'm not going to lie, I'm not a mechanic, but if you need a hand just tell me what to do."

 

[Cecilia Wissen]

"Well, I'm no legend, but I know enough to get by, at least on ships like this. Fighters are all pretty similar, at least in design." Cecilia had taken a maintenance panel off of the wing's underside and has started examining the inside with a flashlight she had in her pocket. "Oops. Yeah, here's a good example of why I don't do these things anymore. Well, at least that needed to come off anyways. " "Here--" she said tapping the exposed wiring. Cecilia vaulted back up onto the wing of the ship "Hmp. --and in the same place on the other side, and also there, the hyperdrive power sup." Cecilia pointed to the relevant section of hull. "At least one thing under each of those covers has melted and stopped working. If you can just replace the wires, it should be fine. them back into working order There should be stuff to replace broken wires in whatever basic repair kit the ship has. That would be a huge help. As for the foils, they appear to be in perfect working order, but clearly they weren't opening when they should have, so I guess the heat detection system is broken. You can still activate them manually though, but it's a bit of a pain. Not as bad as replacing the part we don't have though."

Cecilia walked back over to the pilot's chair, and sat down, on the chair this time, picking up the flask that she had left on the chair.Now that Mereel had confirmed that they had as much time as they wanted, she could actually enjoy herself. Also she wanted to avoid looking at the hyperdrive for as long as possible, hoping that the power supply failure had triggered both warnings. If that were the case, the ship would be good as old in a few minutes. Rather excited, she went to take a swig of this supposedly superb liquor, not noticing it was empty until nothing came out. Dissapointed and a bit embarrassed, she figured that Mereel had finished it when she wasn't looking. She hoped he hadn't seen that, and she wasn't going to look his way to check. He'd probably feel bad if he knew she had wanted some. Oh well.

Realizing that she had still not answered his question (Although his continued silence on question two was not lost on her) she replied "If I had known that this planet-- err moon-- was going to turn into a jedi-sith crap throwing fest, I would not have come. Even now I kinda wanna get this fighter repaired, bomb their stupid building from orbit, then leave before they can do anything about it... I had planned to look for a master here, but instead it's just a bunch of children. I'm going to head to the Je'daii order next. I think that's my best bet to learn about the force for now. Apparently their entire purpose is simply to study the force." As Cecilia contemplated her future, her mind slipped back to her earlier idea. It was actually a pretty good idea. If this temple did in fact hold some kind of weapon-- wait Mereel had said there were only lightsaber crystals. But the Sith had seemed so sure... "Mereel, are you SURE that it's only light-saber crystals? I don't know why a bunch of Jedi would go out of their way to guard lightsaber crystals from Sith. Don't they use different crystals? And that Sith lord seemed so sure..." ARC-170's usually carried proton torpedoes, and Cecilia wondered if they would be needing them

[member="Mereel Vaun"]

 

[Mereel Vaun]

Mereel walked over to the copilot' s cockpit and pulled out a repair kit that had some wires in it and a second flask. He tossed the flask to [member="Cecilia Wissen"] "Don't think I didn't see that. This one's Vasarian Brandy, second love of my life."

Mereel climbed under the wing and began replacing the burnt out wiring. Mereel arched an eyebrow at her, some thing still didn't quite add up. "Why were you so convinced that Jedi would be on this moon when you got here?"

Mereel winced when she made her comment about bombing the place from orbit, "No. No. Absolutely not. Those torpedoes are for emergencies, and I don't consider bombing Togrutan kids an emergency."

Mereel closed the starboard wing's underside panel and got up to start wiring the port wing. As he climbed under the port wing, he didn't hear Cecilia's comment about joining up with the Je'daii. He was too busy being smacked in the face by the panel he just opened, but he stopped being dizzy in time to hear her last question.

He rubbed his face where the panel hit him, "From what I saw while I was in there, there were only lightsaber crystals. Why do you ask? Were you expecting something different?"

 

[Cecilia Wissen]

Cecilia took the flask and some spare wires from the bag, smiling. Than was more than enough motivation to get her back to work. "Well then cheers!" she said, taking a sip. "Oh, that is good! Nice taste Mereel. "Oh, I had no idea that there were going to be Jedi here, just a guess, hoped I might get lucky. Heard something about some force related event or something." She didn't mention those smugglers getting killed.

"And don't worry, I wouldn't actually do that, just nice to think that I could." It was mostly something Cecilia had said in an effort to try and regain some sense of control over the situation she was in.

She popped the panel off of the hyperdrive power supply. As expected, many of the wires were damaged. She started cutting the melted ends off with a pair of wire cutters from the bag, then connected them with the spare segments. Fortunately she had turned the ship off before leaving the pilot's seat, so neither of them were going to get electrocuted today. She heard a bang beneath her, then a few seconds later Mereel asked her another question.
"You're okay, right?" She waited for his response, then continued answering his question "I wasn't really expecting anything, but I guess those guys were. I didn't know Jedi and Sith would make such a fuss about some crystals. Wrong I guess. Or maybe something was here, but whatever it is is apparently gone now."

Cecilia was about a third of the way done with the repairs on the power supply. Leaning back from her work to stretch, she briefly glanced to her left and noticed the suit of armor in the tailgun. (Which still had its hatch removed, she couldn't forget to put that back on.) Interestingly it was Mandalorian armor, or so she thought. She had never actually seen such armor herself, but the helmet especially resembled the descriptions she had read. Still, she wasn't entirely sure, but maybe she could figure it out from Mereel. She was also curious why he had a full suit of armor. So she asked him, "Hey, Mereel, what's this armor" A rather vague question, and purposely so. Vague questions usually got the longest answers. THough that wasn't a guarantee. Sometimes vague questions got vague answers, it was up to the answered really. Though if Mereel responded with "nothing", she was going to be rather annoyed.

 

[Mereel Vaun]

Mereel was still rubbing his cheek, as he finished connecting the new wires.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just had a little disagreement with one of the wing panels." Mereel said, closing the panel and making sure it was secure.

Mereel also found it hard to believe that so many people had shown up searching for lightsaber crystals, but he tried to find a way to rationalize what he saw. When Cecilia asked about his armor, he thought he might be on the verge of understanding it.

He got up and walked over to the tailgunner's cockpit. Seeing that the hatch was currently removed, he started looking about for the bolts that normally held the hatch in place.

"I'm a Mandalorian. That armor is my beskar'gam, my iron skin. She might not look pretty on the outside, but she's got internal systems for just about whatever a soldier needs, and enough weapons to outfit a small squadron. That armor has been passed down in my clan for generations.

"That's the reason I wanted you to blow it up. It would be dishonoring the dead if I let it fall into anyone else's hands besides another Mando'ad after I've kicked the bucket. If the Sith value their lightsabers as much as I value that armor, I could see them justifying quite a bit to obtain those crystals."

During his entire speech, Mereel hadn't found the bolts for the tailgunner hatch, "Have you seen the bolts for the tailgunner hatch?"


[member="Cecilia Wissen"]

 

[Typhon Nebulos]

Typhon would finally feel as if he had the energy to move, after resting for quite some time. Typhon would feel his hands over his legs, and empower himself using the force to heal them. He would remain in extreme pain, but at least he could move. He'd struggle up, and slowly step out attempting to not be seen by any of the others still in the ruins.

When he'd get out of the ruins, he'd forget where he landed his ship. It's been a good amount of time and he's been too distracted. He'd see a ship in the distance however, as well as what looked to be people. Typhon would make his way towards the ship, that was now looking like an ARC-170.

 

[Cecilia Wissen]

"Oh, I have them right here, in my pocket. Here you go." She handed the bolts to Mereel. "I'm glad you have something to be proud of." Cecilia said, referring to the armor. She sat down in the fighter's pilot seat, and started the ship again. No lights were on. Cecilia clapped her hands in satisfaction. Now if Mereel got the cockpit back on, he would be all set to go, and she could leave the moon and head to Auram. What the people at the temple did was their concern, Cecilia had her own things to seek. Namely, truth.

[member="Mereel Vaun"]

[member="Darth Ronan"] [member="Caseek Vadu"] [member="Marcus Faust"] [member="Kenshin Mamoru"] [member="Typhon Nebulos"]

 

[Typhon Nebulos]

He'd finally make it to the ARC-170 he was seeing, and his legs that he was using the force to walk with, finally gave out. Typhon would fall flat on his face and grunt right in front of [member="Cecilia Wissen"] and her ship.

"Please... help." He'd barely be able to get out.

 

[Mereel Vaun]

Mereel was finishing up attaching the tailgunner cockpits's hatch, and was about to thank Cecilia for her help when [member="Typhon Nebulos"] collapsed close by.

"Please... help."

Mereel scrambled for the DC-15AB he had left on the ground. Right now he wasn't going to take any unnecessary risks with any Sith.

Mereel picked up the rifle and trained it on the Sith, and slowly walked back to the tailgunner cockpit. It would take him ten minutes to put his armor on alone on a good day, even more time to put on the whole suit while keeping an eye on the 'injured' Sith.

Mereel opened the half-attached tailgunner hatch and pulled out his armor's body glove with one hand still holding up his rifle. "Cecilia, there's a medkit in the copilot seat, left side. I'll be right there in a second."

Mereel quickly removed his jacket and trousers and slipped the black, synthmesh and armorweave body glove on as fast as he could, all the while keeping his eyes on the Sith.

[member="Cecilia Wissen"]

 

[Typhon Nebulos]

Typhon in his last moments, would take out his saber and place it in front of his head. Laying it there, as his last wish.

After he placed his saber down, Typhon's body would give out. His inexperienced force use could only do so much, and he would die.

His body would fall limp, and lay lifeless on the dusty surface of this horrid moon.

 

[Mereel Vaun]

Mereel had severely overestimated the amount of time he needed to don his armor while adrenaline was pumping through him. He had already connected and secured all of his torso plates, his helmet, and the armor pieces for his right arm when he saw the Sith placing his lightsaber in front of his head. Mereel raised his rifle in response, "Cecili-

Something was off.

The Sith didn't seem aggressive in his movement.

For a split second he was torn between letting events play out, and intervening.

Mereel dropped his rifle and retrieved the medkit. He ran over to the fallen Sith and lifted him up with his unarmored arm. If the man was still alive he would be looking Mereel eye-to-cold unblinking visor.

"Oh, no you don't. Listen to me well if you're still in there di'kut. I don't like your kind, but you aren't the hut'uun that brought up my PTSD nightmares with his wizard powers."

Mereel attached the medkit to the Sith's chest and ran a diagnostic, the Sith's ribs had been critically injured.

"And I've got to pay one of you back for shooting that kid back there, so you better kriffing live." Mereel spat the last words out as he entered a bypass code into the medkit's user interface. The code allowed him to drain the kit's full amount of bacta into the Sith's damaged ribcage. He pressed the confirmation button. If the treatment failed, Mereel figured that at least his own conscious would be spared.

[member="Typhon Nebulos"] [member="Cecilia Wissen"]

 

[Cecilia Wissen]

Cecilia, who was somewhat surprised by the course of events, had been rather uncharacteristically inactive as a result, and was rather relieved when Mereel had decided to attempt to save the Sith, if for no other reason then she didn't know what the right choice was. She was extremely frustrated with the course of events that had unfolded on this moon, and wanted to leave it as soon as possible. She hopped off the fighter and made her way towards Mereel, so that she could help if he felt it was needed. He eventually decided that it wasn't, because as they both could see, the Sith was quite clearly dead. Cecilia looked at Mereel to see what was going to do.

Spoiler

Pmed Typhon, and he confirmed that he is dead I know it's kinda weird after 10 posts, but he said that that's what he wanted, even after I made it clear that he could go back on it if he wanted

 

[Mereel Vaun]

Mereel ran another diagnostic through the medkit, nothing had changed. "Osik."

Mereel removed the medkit from the Sith's chest and slowly walked it back over to the starfighter. He took off his helmet and put it back with the rest of his unequipped armor. He had never wondered what Sith burial customs were before this moment, it's funny how death had a way of making people think about the perspective of others.

Clan Vaun traditionally honored their dead by taking a piece of a deceased loved one's armor. That was before his father had thrown the clan's tradition out an airlock. Mereel retracted his right gauntlet's wrist blade and cut away a small piece of cloth only about an inch long and wide from the Sith's robe.

It was enough to honor the dead in Mereel's culture, and he reckoned that the dead Sith didn't have the luxury of worrying about how the living honored his physical form.

"It's an old family tradition. A Mando tradition." He said, explaining the small piece of cloth he had cut away in case Cecilia was wondering.

Mereel finished screwing in the last bolt connecting the tail-gunner cockpit and shut the hatch.

"Well then, do you need a ride out of here or do you already have a transport?"

[member="Cecilia Wissen"]

 

[Cecilia Wissen]

Cecilia walked away from the Sith, and walked back to where Mereel was on the ARC-170. "No" She said, "but thanks for the offer. I hired transport." Cecilia offered her hand to him. "I hope we meet again Mereel. Take care of your ship, don't crash her into any monasteries or something. Hopefully next time we meet, I'll be some sort of force user."

Cecilia jumped off the ARC-170 for the final time, and walked back towards were the trader was waiting. When she got there, she paid him, and they headed home. Her next goal would be to head to Aurum and find a Je'daii.

 

[Kenshin Mamoru]

[member="Darth Ronan"]

OOC: Waiting on you.

 

[Darth Ronan]

Ronan looked at the Jedi coming to his senses, he slowly looked at the former master infront of him holding out the Holocron, "Take it- I-I don't need it." Ronan said surprised at himself that he was saying these words, Ronan's anger simmered down for a second and he regained his composure as he looked around his eyes scanning the figures in the room.

The Darth slowly deposited the Holocron on the floor looking around, It not that Ronan know's he would lose, he just didn't want to fight, Ronan always knew he was skilled with fighting but today- he just didn't feel like fighting.

"I'll be taking my leave, I will be warning you this one time, next time We ever meet again and we are in the same predicament again- it will not go as like this" Ronan said as he took his leave turning around and wa
[member="Kenshin Mamoru"]
[member="Marcus Faust"]