Lost in Space [Open to all/Jedi/Galactic Republic]

[Darth Vazela]

Lost in Space​

Amongst the cosmos, where stars burned, planets swirled and debris floated by, from long lost battles and natural occurrences. In this case, asteroids had drifted by the capsule that was idly making it's way through the void. Comets had left behind sprinkles of ice that slowly dissipated and broken away from each other in the shimmering blue trails that followed. The individual inside the capsule was oblivious to all these phenoms. The enclosed space he found himself was so black, that it blended in with it's dark surroundings. Small and invisible to the eye, it would be very difficult for it to be picked up; and in between worlds, on a route not mapped before and consequentially finding himself lost in space, the notion that Jedi Master Vilox Pazela would ever been discovered was unlikely at best.

It was an interesting story to how the man found himself in this precarious position. The images of what had transpired in the bowels of Prakith within the confines of [member="Darth Shara"]'s library flickered by as hours seemed to become as equally as lost as he was. "This isn't what I saw happening," he told himself. "I didn't foresee myself... like... this..." Weeks had now passed since @Darth Orcus had done his final deed. It had taken all his energy to stop the expiration of his midi chlorians through Sith Alchemy; and it had taken longer for his physical body to recover from the mortal wounds that the former Jedi Knight turned Sith Lord had inflicted upon him.

Anyone else in the galaxy would have died, at hands of the One Sith. But not he. There was an accomplishment somewhere along the lines. Not that he felt it. Intending to take over the shadow organization for his own devices had not worked. Overpowered through the combined powers of the Maelibus, Whale, a former Sith Emperor in [member="Darth Shara"] and the Eye of the Dark Lord of the Sith himself, [member="Darth Isolda"], Vilox Pazela finally fell into the void. Not even his powers, great although they were (he had survived death twice and had fended off three Sith Lords prior to Isolda's involvement), he had failed to defeat those that protected the Dark Lord of the Sith that was hiding away in secret.

"Not everything is lost," he summarized. "I have learned a great many things about the One Sith. Things that the Jedi Order and Galactic Republic can use. Things that will maintain the facade I have created among the Jedi and Republic ranks. Manipulation and deceit remains my greatest weapons..." Vazela trailed off. If only someone would find him. He was somewhere in the Deep Core, he was sure. He remembered the moment he had been dumped in space; and as a man as clever as he, whoever had been tasked with dumping his body hadn't been in space long enough to leave the Deep Core behind.

So the shadow floated, bidding his time, waiting for rescue...

 

[Onrai]

"Well, well, well..."

With Coruscant under the control of the One Sith, and the Annihilator-class shuttle in use by the New Order, it wasn't hard for Circe to remain undetected out here. Her Annihilator moved slowly but surely towards the drifting body, which floated through space, preserved by the airless, heatless void. "It seems someone was busy making sure they couldn't retrieve what was out here. Get him aboard." Everyone sealed their suits as the rear door was opened, the body drifting into the cargo bay. When the doors sealed and the cabin pressurized once more, Circe took her helmet off and raised an eyebrow.

"Vazela?"

[member="Vilox Pazela"]

 

[Darth Vazela]

| [member="Enigma"] |

He felt the capsule come to a rigid stop and a shudder around him. He sensed that he had landed on something hard. Consulting the Force, he ciphered that the outside was breathable; and his deductions were spot on when he heard a familiar voice. With the power of the Force, Vazela blew the top end of the capsule open. The broke part flew up with the energy, ricocheted off the Annihilator-class boarding shuttle's ceiling and down somewhere at in the back.

Slowly, for the first time in a long time, he moved his upper body and struggled to sit up with in the capsule. What had been a young, smooth and handsome complexion was now an old, dirty and disheveled face, gaunt through the lack of vitamin D supplied to him by the sun, as well as the excess use of the dark side to save him. Alive as he maybe, the youth and vitality he had retained with the midi chlorian manipulation he possessed was gone, for the moment.

Allowing his eyes to adjust for a moment, Vazela averted his gaze away from the scene ahead to Circe Savan. Hoarsely he replied. "Pandeima?"

 

[Kaiden Rohn]

[member="Vilox Pazela"] @Enigma

Blink. Blink. The pilot motioned for them to get ready. The sensors were picking up the capsule. Doc nodded, but didn't say anything.

There was a hush, as Doc whispered. The Scout Vessel was silent, all Havoc Squad members extremely diligent in their silence. They finished their white and black face paint, cracking their necks. The cabin of the vessel began to turn red, as the lights turned off in the cabin, and the emergency lights came off. They were about 200 meters from the target, as the infiltrator ship went dark. Doc spoke quietly, as the Havoc Squad already knew the MO for space-extraction.

"Ten meter spread, disperse quickly when out in the vacuum. Wait until the air has been released before releasing your magnetic locks. We are approaching the hull. Demolition team is up first, and everyone else wait for me. I'm first out, last out."

There was a small green light that flicked on as the pilot's gave a green light, and a screen separated them from the vacuum, and they put on the oxygen and breather masks. Doc slipped on his helmet, and so did the rest of the Havoc Squad and the rest of the team that he had with them. The door opened quickly, but the magnetic locks that the troopers had in their boots made sure that none of them moved more than an inch. As the air was sucked out, Doc gave the nod, and the Havoc Squad team stood up, and locked eyes with their commander behind their helmet. Doc went out first, gently floating out to the ship that held their target, [member="Vilox Pazela"]. The rest of Havoc Squad came out, a near total of about 30 men. The ship was still dark, and it would have seemed to have gone off the sensors to the Sith. They shut off the engines, and locked the cooling plates over them. No thermal readings, beyond visual. Doc leaned in, and approached the Annihilator-class shuttle. Then, he turned and nodded. The demolition crews, about six of them, aimed their rocket-launchers towards the Annihilator. They silently fired, due to the vacuum of space. They impacted with a great thud, and with another volley, would knock out the shields entirely. They caught them off guard, that was for sure.