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[Marek Everso]

Location: Near the Outer Rim | Halmor Station
Tags: Valery Noble Darth Moskvin Kaila Irons Darth Nexion Diarch Rellik Tamsin Graves @Message to join

Marek was out of gas.

Up until a few weeks ago, he had never been inside of a starship, let alone piloting it himself. It had seemed so simple in hindsight; a quick little journey across the galaxy from Sith Order space to Korriban. He had to plot a rather roundabout route to get there, but he chopped it up to more time familiarizing himself with the Academy on Korriban. He had refused to assistance of a droid, believing himself truly superior to the mechanical annoyance.

How annoying indeed.

Luckily, Marek had dropped out of hyperspace at the edge of a system containing a large space station equipped for refueling and salvaging equipment for starships of various sizes. As Marek brought the small shuttle towards an open hangar, marked by flashing green lights, he took a moment to look around at the other ships currently docked at the station. Some of the larger freighters and craft were docked at external moorings, flashing lights illuminating hulls of various color, configuration and origin. Mon Calamari produced ships were docked next to Corellian tankers. Near the top of the station, in the largest mooring available, was an old Imperial star destroyer by the look of things. Marek could just briefly see the name blazoned on the side of the craft before he entered the hangar.

The Vector.

As Marek brought the shuttle down in the hangar, which was surprisingly empty of all life, a dark feeling began to settle over him.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Ship: Link
Weapons: Lightsabers

The stars stretched into lines as Valery Noble's X-wing exited hyperspace, snapping back into their usual twinkling state above the looming structure of a massive space station. She had been patrolling nearby sectors when a sharp disturbance in the Force pulled her from her intended course. Now, as the station came into view, the unsettling sensation only deepened.

Her amber eyes scanned the station's exterior — a labyrinth of moorings and blinking lights. Docked ships of all sizes and origins floated in eerie silence, their hulks illuminated by the station's external beacons. One vessel, in particular, drew her attention: an old Imperial Star Destroyer. The name "The Vector" etched into its hull only heightened her sense of unease.

Valery maneuvered her X-wing into an open hangar, the dark, yawning space swallowing her small fighter whole. The landing gear extended with a mechanical whine, and the fighter touched down with a soft thud. Inside, the hangar was dimly lit, shadows pooling in the corners. The absence of any personnel was striking — no mechanics, no droids, just the faint hum of the station's life support systems.

With a flick of switches, Valery powered down the X-wing and climbed out, her boots landing lightly on the cold durasteel floor. She reached for her utility belt, ensuring her lightsaber was secured at her hip. The weapon's presence offered little comfort against the oppressive atmosphere, but it was a necessary reassurance.

She began walking slowly toward the blast doors leading deeper into the station, her steps echoing faintly in the cavernous hangar. Her senses extended outward, scanning for signs of life or danger. The dark disturbance that had called her here felt closer now, coiling around the station like a malevolent specter.

The blast doors loomed ahead, a silent gateway into the unknown. Valery paused for a moment, placing her hand gently on the cold metal surface. Her heart was steady, her resolve firm.

She had to find out what was going on.

Marek Everso | Open​

 

[Darth Moskvin]

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -

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Location: Halmer Station (Arriving)
Tags: Marek Everso I Kaila Irons I Valery Noble I Darth Nexion I Tamsin Graves I Diarch Rellik





The massive station, formulated by engineers with concepts using various metals, plastics, illumination devices, and other building matters, stood out in the dark, cold void of space like a cyclopean beast, blinking wickedly and temptingly to draw moths to its flaming maw. The station, barely registering on scanners of arriving ships falling from hyperspace, was surrounded by docked ships of varying sizes and shapes as if feeding from the succulent teats of a metal mother who appeared under a spell of lackadaisical boredom. Yet, there was a fanatical sensation about the station, as though deep inside its intestines was a secret waiting to be stirred from a slumber best not disturbed.

From an advantage point near a sided viewport, I watched with growing curiosity as the ship I commandeered most violently prepped to make dock via the ship's autopilot system. It wasn't just this station that reaped the harvest of a blooming inquisitiveness that threatened to steal my focus, but the ships amassed at the station as well. There was something unsettling unfolding before my golden eyes, and yet, I could not place a single thought as to why. Some of the ships, I delicately guessed, seemed older than the era the galaxy now festered in, and yet, others seemed naturally in harmonic peace, as if they were pilgrims at last discovering that lost path to enlightenment.

Like two young, inexperienced lovers embracing for the first time, the facility slowly and cautiously reached out, penetrating the ship carrying myself and my fowl feathered minion, with its extension; consecrating the docking procedure. It was then, that a glacial feeling crept into my blackened soul, spurring me to hover my hands, absentmindedly, over my two dangling hilts. I believe, and there is proof to this next collection of words, that I am the epitome of fear; that I alone am the haunter of the stars, and yet, for the first time in my undead life, something stirred uneasily inside me. It wasn't fear, or morbid curiosity, but a warning beyond the veils from names the living shan't speak openly.

"Come, Archie, let us go forth into this mouth of madness," I spoke, clicking my fingers together to draw my familiar to his perch, "I believe the wills of two horrors are on course to collide, and I am eager to invest in an outcome of atmospheric proportions."

 

[Darth Nexion]

Location: Halmer Station
Tags: Darth Moskvin I Marek Everso I Kaila Irons I Valery Noble I Tamsin Graves I Diarch Rellik


Nexion had been in the ship he "borrowed" from the Diarchy's hanger for some time now and he realised he'd need to refuel the thing before returning to the Diarchy, otherwise Reign would be a right pain about it. Thankfully, he approached a nearby a very large station outside of the system. Perfect.

Nexion took the ship in to dock, but as he was there, he gained the sense something was off. He couldn't tell exactly what, but it got him wondering just what was wrong with the station. He docked and exited his vessel, leaving it to find fuel for his ship. He took a look outside the station, finally noting how there were more ships docked on it than he first believed. It certainly didn't seem like the place many people would arrive at.

He turned back to his ship and shrugged off the odd feeling, before beginning his search for fuel, or at least someone who can refuel his ship for him.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Gambling never pays​

Recently Relliks entire schedule has been lavish parties, meetings with heavy hitters and constant talking of politics hidden behind small talk. It was time for him to take a little break. He had heard of a less visited starport where he could get a good drink and gamble for a while.

Upon his arrival there were several things he noticed. A large star destroyer in one of the moorings. A few small vessels entering the facility, one might even be from the Diarchy. "Who could that have been?" Most importantly though, he noticed the facility itself had a presence in the force. "Maybe this place is so unknown because force users WANT it to be unknown, fascinating."

With a new founded excitement for what might be in store here Rellik descended into the hangar bay he saw the previous shuttle enter. Whoever was piloting it before must have gone to find some workers as when he entered there was no one at the vessel or within the hangar.

"Alright, maybe there is a big event happening. Hells if no one is here that just means the drinks are free!" Commanding his litigation droid who was aboard his ship to lock down and warn him of any interference to his vessel, he gathered himself and his things and decided to move forward. Hoping to run into anyone else at this point.

Marek Everso Darth Nexion

 

[Tamsin Graves]

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Theme: Bullet With Butterfly Wings
Equipment: GL-13 blaster | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Inquisitorial Saber
Tags: Kaila Irons | Darth Nexion | Diarch Rellik | Darth Moskvin | Valery Noble

<Boooo wooop Beep!!>

Zero whizzed by Tamsin as she looked out one of the view ports of The Masquerade. Her head only turned slightly to watch Zero zip around a corner, he was a droid on a mission. Probably preparing for their drop out of Hyperspace, they were going to refuel before continuing their trip back to Canto Bight. It felt like forever since they had been back there, granted the trip would only be a few days and then her and Kaila would be back out in the wider galaxy.

It was a little weird, she loved exploring and learning about the wider galaxy, but the thought of home just sounded appealing. A place to rest for a few days, recuperate from the grind of life. The grind of life, from an actual slave to one of the working class it was funny in a way. Yet she wouldn't trade this new grind with being a slave girl, even if she had worries with all she had seen of the sith already.

She watched out the view port as the lines of stars that were hyperspace faded back into real space with a thunderous jolt into real space. Well actually it was pretty smooth, the Masquerade kept everything pretty quiet onboard you had to really be concentrating to feel the pull of hyperspace releasing. Tamsin loved the sensation so had been waiting for it.

Yet as soon as they pulled into real space Tamsin looked around at all the ships gathered around the station they were going to refuel at. It didn't feel right, something seemed off, but Tamsin could figure out what it was. She looked at as much as she could through the view port, but she couldn't spot what was giving her a funny feeling.

"Kaila something doesn't feel right about this place?" She said turning her head towards where Kaila was. "It feels off." She said not sure how to explain what she was feeling.

 

[Kaila Irons]

"I feel it too..." Kaila hummed in thought from the nearby pilot's seat, and as her yellow eyes narrowed at the durasteel form of that derelict station, she realized that their golden glow against the theadian cockpit was the only light to see.

And yet they would need the fuel, no matter if the place had been attacked, abandoned, or merely experiencing power failure.

"You senses are improving," she began, deciding not to dwell on the thought whilst guiding their ship into an open hanger.

"More quickly than when I began my training. I think you're ready to focus on combat training then, so I will teach you another saber form when we reach Canto Bight. Shii-cho is a good choice for initiation, similar to the weighted movements we practiced with those training sticks, it teaches safety. But it is somewhat dated, coming from the age of sword, and so we should move on."

"Next I think I will teach you Niman, the Way of the Stranger. It is a well balanced form, and excellent for beginners. Those who master it however, are frighteningly versatile. Exar Kun for example was an undefeated duelist."

"It is my favored form." she added with a hint of pride, but more so her voice carried a tone of reassurance, meant to remind Tamsin that she too would become a powerful sith, one who needn't fear whatever dwelled within places like these.



When they at last landed, Kaila had donned her signature mask and armor over her bodyglove, shielding her mind from anything which might affect those onboard and from that which her lightsabers could not. However it did little to dispel her concerns as the boarding ramp lowered and they were not met by employees, nor droids, nor even armed security despite her having sent Zero to repeatedly beam them transponder codes when the station control failed to respond.

Despite her eyes darting in suspicion imperceivably behind the mask, her gloved hand came to rest on Tamsin's shoulder for but a moment as they came to the bottom of the boarding ramp.

"I don't plan for us to stay overlong, Tamsin." she assured her, though her voice was artificially cold when spoken through the modulator.

"We'll leave once we have our fuel."

Then Zero rolled past them to open the nearby blast door, and they began wandering deeper inside.


As they entered, she extended her senses outward, at the cost of also revealing her force signature across a wider area of the ship. Her presence was a cold thing which reeked unmistakably of the dark side. And yet it was somewhat different from that of most Sith, for it felt more of suffering than hatred, and more of regret than anger. Yet there was something equally wrong about it, for it felt as if it belonged to an entire group of sith, some feeling ancient, and primal.

And to a few on board, such as Darth Moskvin , Darth Nexion , and perhaps even Valery Noble , it may have felt strangely familiar, even if somewhat changed now.

Tamsin Graves Darth Moskvin Valery Noble Darth Nexion Diarch Rellik Marek Everso

 

[Marek Everso]

Location: Near the Outer Rim | Halmor Station
Tags: Valery Noble Darth Moskvin Kaila Irons Darth Nexion Diarch Rellik Tamsin Graves @Message to join

Marek wandered around the station for a time, though his further investigation yielded the same result. There was no one here. He encountered droids in isolated parts of the station going about their daily functions, though some of them sported signs of damage. The more Marek explored, the more things were starting to be bizarre. Marek found several shops in the central area of the station that looked as if they had been barricaded; random furniture and containers thrown haphazardly in front of the openings.

As Marek was pushing his way into a shop, a droid emerged from around the corner of the station. Unlike the other droids, this one came straight towards Marek, red eyes gleaming in a black carapace. It looked like a medical droid, and its arms, soaked almost to the shoulder in what looked like dried blood, pretty much confirmed it.

Marek drew the blaster pistol from its holster, priming the weapon with a flick of his thumb as he leveled it at the droids head. What he wouldn’t give to have a lightsaber already. “That’s far enough.”

The droid came to a shuttering halt, raising its arms in a warding gesture. “Please wait! I am CR-449, representative of the Director for this station and we require your aid!”

Marek felt his finger twitch on the trigger, the unease and nerves from this whole event urging him to lash out. “Who the hell is the Director? Tell me what’s going on here or I will add a new exhaust vent in your head.”

The droid let out a worried wail, shaking its hands frantically. “Please sir, you must understand we have little time. You and the other survivors are in danger here. They will awaken soon now that there are living beings on the station.”

“What survivors?”

“There are six other survivors currently on this station. Other droids have been sent by the Director to collect everyone and bring them together…” The droids words were cut off by a distant, ethereal scream that seemed to seep through the very walls of the space station. It was answered moments later by another scream, and then another.

“We need to go,” the droid said, and without another word, turned and set off into the dimly lit corridors of the station. Marek hesitated for a moment, before setting off after the droid. He was not sure what was going around, but at the moment, the droid was the one guideline that Marek had at the moment.

 

[Darth Moskvin]

Meeting of the Dead

Location: Halmer Station
Tags: Marek Everso I Kaila Irons I Valery Noble I Darth Nexion I Tamsin Graves I Diarch Rellik

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -​

The air circulating around the poorly lit hanger bay was stale, a wafting stench of a mold-like mixture that clung to air particles like parasites. The walls, fastened together piece-by-piece mainly from durasteel and other known and used metals, bore in areas, some concentrated and some scattered about as if done by frightful hands, scorch marks that dotted along the walls on all four sides. The ships, those tiny miniature one-man outfits, sat hopelessly by, as if they held a secret, one they wished not to speak into inquisitive ears.

The floors, once wholesomely polished and kept free of litter and debris, now were smeared with lubricants, stains of unknown liquids, and in some realms, what appeared to be a dry crimson aftermath. Up above, in the spectrum of the ceilings, the judgement of the dimly poor lighting could be easily explained to the copious fixtures that were either broken, crackling to expel its breath of illumination, or produced enough light to hold back the encroaching darkness.

Outside the initial greetings, the hanger bay was as silent as the grave.

It was when the lone, and only operational door, slid open that the world had changed....

Behind this one singular door, carnage laid strewn about; as if a cosmic explosion had erupted, ripping from the innards of the vessel all that it held dear. Once working machines rested in heaps, bountiful riches to an expert salvager, and whilst I stood there with folded arms, and Archie perched upon my left shoulder; I pondered with deep intrusive thoughts as to what could have caused such a beautiful, themed amusement park of mayhem. Outside the masterpiece that laid before me, it appeared that the artist was a recluse of sorts; not wishing to entertain their enthusiasts with an adoring presentation of their works.

And as I stood there, growing ever fond of the artwork, turning slowly into a fangirl of this artist, that I caught a glimpse of marks splayed out all over the floor. Slowly, as if I was under a spell of hypnosis, my body was drawn to a gathered collection of blemishes, where upon reaching the destination; I crouched down to further examine these crude intricate designs. I ran my fingertips over the coarse marks, noticing the indentions etched into the metal were made with a violent force.

From my crouching vantage point, I could see more of these same markings elsewhere; that there was a pattern created in the surface that led in one direction; blessing me with two conclusions. I stood up, realizing that these marks where not made by machine, but by fingernails of someone or something being forcibly dragged away; that was my first conclusion. The second was simple to deduce, as that feeling of annoyance, I felt back on the ship crept back in.

"Archie, we are not alone."

 

[Darth Nexion]

Location: Halmer Station
Tags: Darth Moskvin I Marek Everso I Kaila Irons I Valery Noble I Tamsin Graves I Diarch Rellik

Nexion had left the hanger he had landed in and began to make his way through the station. It was odd how he had yet to find anyone nearby, until he noted that the hallways began to become more torn up. Tears along the walls, lights destroyed and flickering periodically. It should have been cause for concern, but Nexion continued to ignore such thoughts and feelings.

After walking deeper into the station, he began to feel others nearby. Some closer, some fainter. Some familiar, some were new. He decided to continue on his way, wandering the halls while wondering just what happened on this station.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Coming out of the hanger Rellik knew he was on the trail of someone he knew. As he moved deeper he came along signs of a battle. Some drunkard smugglers probably let a wild animal or pack of them loose within the facility. It reminded Rellik of the hunt for his Adar pet. They had taken over a facility and torn it to shred.

Moving from room to room the feeling in the force of a familiar presence grew stronger. Augmenting his speed with the force he picked up the pace until he saw the shadow of a ghostly figure that he knew from many council meetings. Using the force to have a whisper travel far he spoke to Darth Nexion "ha ha, behind you my friend." A serious but friendly look on his face, Rellik waved a single hand to his Archon of death. "Was all of this you?"