Faction [NJO] [TDF] Confrontation

[DM Player-Slayer]

Gloam Spoke Relay
Tags: Saram Kote Jasper Kai'el Okuma Milogen Jand Talo Scherezade deWinter Kellan Jericho Rakaan Horne

The Mud Duck drifted in the black, its aging hull groaning softly as if the ship itself was holding its breath. Alone in the cockpit, Okuma Milogen sat in silence until the proximity sensors broke it with a sharp, chirping pulse. One vector appeared. Then another, blinking in quick succession across the nav display.

Ships were dropping out of hyperspace.

The sensors stuttered through their automated checks, painting ghostly wire frame outlines of the newcomers. Too distant for a clear read, too close for comfort.

Through the view port, the only landmark was the Gloam Spoke Relay. Its signal array still burned with weak, erratic light, casting the decrepit station in an eerie silhouette. Parts of its hull looked like snapped bones suspended in space, antennae sagging, girders cracked and frozen in the vacuum. Sections of the relay flickered with dying illumination. And yet… it wasn't dark. Someone, something, kept power flowing, even if barely.

The Mud Duck was the only vessel moored outside.

And behind Okuma's seat, the proximity alarm trilled again; Another ship vector cut across the display. It was starting to look like the Mud Duck was surrounded.

And as for Okuma's acquisition, well Braze just stepped back out on to the deck that were no longer magnetized accompanied by Kyric and Leos

 

[Jand Talo]

The T-6 shuttle reverted from hyperspace hot on the tail of Jasper's ship. The revelation of the small device being a tracker had allowed the Jedi to narrow down the location of Braze. Or at least that was the hope, this time. The events leading up to the new location had been complicated, but now the New Jedi were prepared for what might come next, which would - ideally - be an arrest.

"Sensors are picking up a structure called Gloam Spoke Relay," Jand said, as he stood over the droid pilot, looking at the screens beyond the chair. "I suspect that is where we will find Braze. Or perhaps another crumb on his trail."

With a flick of the Force, Jand activated the comm system, contacting Jasper's vessel.

"Jasper, does the tracker point us to that relay structure?"

The droid pilot maintained a loose formation with the other friendly ship, even as sensors warned of another arrival.

They weren't alone, it seemed.

"We may have trouble," Jand called to the Jedi in the shuttle, as he turned to look at them. "We are going in ready. No delays or games this time."

The droid pilot kept pace with Jasper, and followed as the other flew...

Kellan Jericho | Rakaan Horne | Jasper Kai'el | Braze | Okuma Milogen | Kyric | Leos​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Kyric Leos Saram Kote Okuma Milogen Jand Talo Jasper Kai'el

Braze squinted, pale eyes narrowing as silhouettes bled out of hyperspace and took shape against the endless black sea. Two of them he knew, familiar outlines that caused a tightened his chest.

Without hesitation, he reached down and scooped Gidgit up, the little droid buzzing nervously in his palm before he pressed it toward Leos .
"Get to your ship," Braze ordered, his voice clipped curtly, giving no room for argument. The Mud Duck would hold long enough for them to get clear.

He turned then, gaze falling on Kyric as touch of worry broke through the placid mask of calm he wore. "Keep him safe." The words were soft, but heavy with intent and meaning alike.

Before either could protest, Braze moved suddenly and swiftly emboldened by force speed. He sprang upward, boots striking durasteel as he vaulted onto the station's roof. His figure slipped into motion, padding away from the Mud Duck, and away from his companions, each step widening the space between them. Distance was safety in this matter. Distance meant the crosshairs would fall on him and not them.

He knew Okuma's ship still sat within the Mud Duck's hangar, and that the stubborn man would likely never leave without him, but Braze wasn't going to drag his friends into what was coming next.

The station groaned beneath him as he vanished into a shadow, as he tried to raise Saram Kote on comms from a small Earring he wore.

"This is Azure Phoenix, do you read me Silent Hunter?"

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

The Sable Verge
Tags: Jand Talo , Kyric , Kellan Jericho , Okuma Milogen , Saram Kote

Lightsaber, Refuge
​

"Jasper, does the tracker point us to that relay structure?"

"Yeah... That's it."

Braze's ship was there. Braze's presence was here. He could feel it with certainly.

Jasper maneuvered his Epo-1 towards the Mud Duck, quickly spotting the vessel amidst the scrap of the relay. He gave control of his vessel over to his astromech and opened up the cockpit of the ship, dawning his Anti-Toxin Face Mask 2.0. With some mustered strength, Jasper performed a Force Leap and surged through space towards Braze's ship, sending orders to Blip.

"Keep the ship out of harm's way," he ordered.

As Jasper flew threw the void, he caught a glimps of something that he couldn't ignore. Braze, turning and running. He wasn't on the Mud Duck. He would find his son later. It was the man who had taken him captive that needed to be dealt with first. If Braze wasn't aboard the ship, however, that meant there was no risk to his safety if it happened to be damaged. Drastic measures where the exact sort of thing that Jasper was most prepared for.

"Braze is moving away from the vessel," Jasper relayed. "Two others are standing outside. One looks like a kid... They may not know what's going on. Operate with the assumption that the boy is a civilian, at least. I'm entering the ship to apprehend the primary suspect."

The Jedi Master would hit the window of the cockpit with a muted thunk. He oriented himself on the front veiwport, powered up the piston in his mechanical arm, and simply began swinging. A crack would begin to form, growing until Jasper could punch it open.

If the man who kidnapped Braze just so happened to be in the cockpit, he was in for a wild ride. Jasper would at least make sure he didn't suffocate...

Completely.

 

[Leos]

The Sable Verge
Tags: Kyric , Braze , Jand Talo , Kellan Jericho , Saram Kote , Okuma Milogen

Epo-1, YT-1760 small transport
​

Leos turned as he heard ships jumping out of hyperspace. He hardly had time to even think about what was going on before the little droid companion Braze had was shoved into his hands.

"Get to your ship," Braze ordered, his voice clipped curtly, giving no room for argument. The Mud Duck would hold long enough for them to get clear.

"Hey, what the-"

And then he was gone. Running. As Braze bolted off, a distant thud turned his eyes to the sight of a man now clamped onto the cockpit of the Mud Duck, punching the viewport like a madman. What the hell was going on? Granted, Leos had a feeling something was fishy with how Braze acted around that eye-patch bloke, but this was out of the blue and nonsensical.

Did the Mud Duck have pressure locks in case of a leak? Maybe he should get back to his ship. He didn't want Sari to get sucked out into space.

"I don't know what's going on, Mister Kyric," Leos began, "But Braze gave me an order. I need to get to my ship. I have to go."

With that, the young Themian boarded the Mud Duck and began bolting towards the hangar where his YT-1760 was.

 

[Okuma Milogen]

Location: Mud Duck
Tag: Braze | Jasper Kai'el | Jand Talo | Saram Kote | Kyric | Leos

It seemed that the idea of them having more time to reach their destination was just wishful thinking. They were just one more voyage away from their destination. The kage hadn’t gotten this far and put up with so much just to fail now.

Clenching his fists he needed to get Braze and leave this place now. Trusting that he if he needed to fight back against their Jedi pursuers then he would have a better chance dragging them into a chaotic dog fight instead of on foot. Also they’d likely be more hesitant if they knew his acquisition was on board his vessel. He just needed to grab Braze, board his ship and then-

Okuma was already readying himself to leave the cockpit of the Mud Duck before he heard a thud transparesteel viewport. Pausing he looked back to see a man outside it. Like some mynock parasite latching onto the hull of a ship. They were punching it, and making progress in getting through.

Just before the cockpit’s view port was shattered Okuma took a fiew steps back and unholstered his DH-17 Blaster Pistol, disengaged the safety and altered it to full auto. “Come and get it…” Okuma practically growled in time for the view port to shatter. Depressurizing the cockpit as some air was pulled out. Okuma squeezed the trigger and unloaded a dizzying barrage of green blaster bolts from his weapon. Hip firing without much care for accuracy and instead relied on the weapon’s unhinged 25 shots per second to neutralize the Jedi at the cost of utterly obliterating his weapon via overheating once it was done. ​

 

[Kyric]

Solemn Blade
The Sable Verge

Braze | Leos | Okuma Milogen | Saram Kote
Jand Talo | Jasper Kai'el | Kellan Jericho | Rakaan Horne

​

Panic spiked through Kyric's chest an instant before the ships blinked into existence, exiting hyperspace over the station. Their sudden arrival made the day's earlier concerns pale in comparison. Old traps and an inhospitable station were temporary problems. The kind careful planning and patience easily overcame. There were a few close calls before Braze, Leos, and Kyric managed to work their way through the station, but it wasn't too much trouble for the two trained Jedi and the young delinquent attached to Braze's hip.

Strangers were a different story.

Kyric didn't know what brought them to the station at first. Had they tripped some unseen trap that alerted the recently arrivals to the Mud Duck's presence on the station? His contemplation lasted as long as it took for Braze to realize the danger and leap into action.

This was it.

The reason the echani asked Kyric to play judge, jury, and executioner over his life. Something from the exile's past followed him all the way out here—to the Outer Rim of all places.

Kyric cursed himself for ignoring the potential of this very scenario from playing out. The peace he discovered away from the font, risking life and limb delving into the unknown, lulled him into a false sense of security. Of course whoever was chasing Braze wouldn't be far behind him. The concern the kiffar saw in his companion's eyes that night in the dojo spoke volumes, and Kyric failed to take it seriously enough to prevent it.

"I don't know what's going on, Mister Kyric," Leos began, "But Braze gave me an order. I need to get to my ship. I have to go."

Leos set off seconds after Braze. The themian didn't plan to stick around long enough to face whatever awaited them in those ships. And honestly, Kyric couldn't blame him. Now wasn't the time to second guess Braze. Kyric made him a promise, and he intended to keep it.

"I'm on yer six, kid," Kyric sprinted after Leos. "I got an ol' bird on here from my pa's fightin' days, but I'll stick with ya'. She's seen worse."

Thrust into the unknown in the blink of an eye, Kyric nearly forgot the unwieldy prosthetic that had attached itself to him only a few short hours ago. The damn thing was heavier than any cybernetic he ever encountered. It glowed faintly, shifting across a spectrum of reds and blues. Power thrummed within the pristine gemstones built into the shoulder, elbow, and wrist. He felt that power bleeding into him. It sharpened his senses and strengthened his resolve.

With each passing second, a distant voice grew closer to Kyric. What started as soft murmurs increased in volume and tempo. He couldn't quite make out the words, but in time it wouldn't matter. That much was certain.

 

[Saram Kote]

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Tag(s): Braze | Jand Talo | Jasper Kai'el | Okuma Milogen | Kellan Jericho | Rakaan Horne | (Apologies if I missed anyone)

Saram's Equipment

Armor Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s) Rifle(s) Explosives Ship

• 
  
  • 'Ori'vuhyr'yaliyr'gam'-M
    
    • Equipment Mount: Empty.
    • Right Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Rammikad b' Marev' Gauntlet and Vambrace
      
      • Dartcaster:
        
        • Electro Darts (1 loaded, 2 reserve)
      • Weapon Mounts:
        
        • Left:
          
          • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
        • Top:
          
          • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
            
            • Trat'aab Oya'karur-P-class Brilliant Plasma Micro-missile (4)
            • Striilir'ika-M Brilliant Baradium Micro-Missile (Baradium) (4)
        • Right:
          
          • PC-05V Plasma Caster
            
            • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
    • Left Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Verd b' Surhaai' Gauntlet and Vambrace
      
      • Weapon Mounts:
        
        • Left:
          
          • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
        • Top:
          
          • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
            
            • Trat'aab Oya'karur-P-class Brilliant Plasma Micro-missile (4)
            • Striilir'ika-M Brilliant Baradium Micro-Missile (Baradium) (4)
        • Right:
          
          • PC-05V Plasma Caster
            
            • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
        • Utility Belt Loadout:
          
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
          • Hardcase Large Satchel
          • Softcase Large Storage Pouches (dump pouch)
          • Magnetic Clamp
        • Load-bearing Rig Loadout:
          
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
          • Central Secondary High Capacity Rylith Power Cell
          • Medium and Large Gription Panels
        • Holster Setup:
          
          • 1x chest-rig mounted
          • 2x belt-mounted
          • 1x thigh mounted (dominant hand side)
• 
  
  • 'Agol'ja'had'-R Medical Implant System
  • 'Ori'aal'briik' Nervous System Enhancer
  • 'Nejah Oya'karur' Full-spectrum Immunity Booster
  • 'Agol'gam' Muscle and Bone Enhancement
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• 
  
  • 'Shushai Rugam' Sensor Sphere (2)
  • 'Haa'yam'ika' Deployable Sensor Beacon (2)
• 
  
  • B-02 Beskad
  • K-03 Kal (2)
• 
  
  • LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-4x Short Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GVSR-APH Guided AP Magazine (1 loaded, 2 spare)
      • GVSR-EH Guided Electro-stun Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-TDH Guided Tracker Dust Magazine (1)
• 
  
  • BR-6B Verpine Shatter Battle Rifle
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-12x Medium Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • UGL-02 Underbarrel Grenade Launcher
      
      • Ammunition:
        
        • BG-02 Baradium Grenade (1 in the chanmber, 2 in the tube)
        • PG-02 Incendiary Plasma Grenade (3)
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GVSR-SR Guided SLAP Magazine (1 loaded, 2 spare)
      • GVSR-FBR Guided Flechette Magazine (3)
      • GVSR-VSBR Guided Voidstone Sabot Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VFBR Guided Voidstone Flechette Magazine (1)
  • AMR-4M Verpine Shatter Anti-Materiel Rifle
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-250x Extreme Range Optic
    • Ammunition1
      
      • GVSR-SAMR Guided APFSDS Magazine (1 loaded, 1 spare)
      • GVSR-HEIAPAMR Guided HEIAP Magazine (2)
      • GVSR-FAMR Guided Flechette Magazine (2)
      • GVSR-S-BAMR Guided APFSDS-B Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VSAMR Guided Voidstone Sabot Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VFAMR Guided Voidstone Flechette Magazine (1)
• 
  
  • TWT-01 Thermal Well Tape (1 roll)
  • PD/AM-01 Pursuit Denial/Anti-personnel Mines (2)
  • NGG-02 Nagnol Gas Grenade (2)
  • AWCGG-02 Anti-Energy Weapon Countermeasure Gas Grenade(2)
  • BG-02 Baradium Grenade (2)
  • PG-02 Incendiary Plasma Grenade (2)
  • VSGG-02 Void Stone Glop Grenade (1)
  • EG-02 Electronet Grenade (1)
• 
  
  • G-02H Vuhyr'galaar-class Heavy Gunship Shev'la Oya'karur
    • Aft port, starboard and ventral turrets removed.
    • No missiles.

Following the Jetii had been easy. They weren't exactly masking their jump and their ship wasn't cloaked, making it easy to track their outbound and make the same jump. She'd considered calling for help, but how the shab could she? She wasn't acting on behalf of the company, haran, she wasn't even acting on company interests. No, she was on her own, but she would make do, she always did. If it came down to a dogfight, she wasn't the worst pilot and she had considerably more firepower than that little Jetii shuttle, even in the state the ship was in. Shab, she really had look into getting a bigger ship for herself, she'd have to return this gunship at some point and the way things were going she wasn't sure she'd be able to return it in the same state it was given to her.

As the ship dropped out of hyperspace, the tac display lit up. a station, and docked with the station was the Mud Duck. Everything was a little too quiet for her taste. The quiet didn't last long, however, the two Jetii ships dropped out of hyperspace barely moments after she had even to her enhanced senses. She'd have loved to turn the guns on the Jetii shuttle, but she wasn't going to wage a one woman war against the Galactic Alliance, not unless they left her with no other option. She was running out of options, however, she had already tried to raise them but the anomalous conditions must have prevented them from receiving her signal. That was the other reason she didn't want to chance a dogfight. The immediate area might not have been messing with her sensors, but she didn't know if that would remain to be the case, and she didn't have the jetii'dral to fall back on.

Some part of her wondered why she didn't just leave. She was supposed to be on reduced duty, and she didn't owe any of them anything, not even Braze, who she at least knew somewhat better than the others. The fact still remained that Braze still needed her help, and given what he'd said earlier about the impression they'd made on his life, how the shab could she do anything less than at the very least try? After all, as that old Mando'a saying went, a friend in need was a friend indeed. She wasn't like her ori'vode who tirelessly worked for their very survival, but she could sure as shab help someone who'd placed enough trust in her to ask for it.

"This is Azure Phoenix, do you read me Silent Hunter?"

Saram was almost relieved to hear Braze's voice, especially given what had just been running though her mind, "Silent Hunter receiving, SITREP?" The station was now well in view, but she wasn't receiving automated docking telemetry. Then again, given the disrepair and age, she should have expected as much. It was then a plan formulated in her mind. Using both triangulation and fused sensor and scanner data, she could see where on the station Braze was. Saram carefully guided the gunship in, avoiding the floating debris and ignoring the other two signatures. With the gunnery droid brains set to 'auto', she extended the landing struts and clamped to outside of the station.

She engaged the automated boarding process, which quickly determined that an unconventional entry was required and engaged the Plasma Cut Boarding Device. An estimated time to completion appeared on one of the MFDs. Now all she had to do was wait, but to her enhanced senses, given everything going on and given everything she knew, that was going to be agony.

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Saram Kote Jand Talo Jasper Kai'el Okuma Milogen Kyric Leos Kellan Jericho Rakaan Horne

Braze bounded upward, scaling hand over hand until he reached the roof of the security tower, the highest point he could take without being boxed in. He pressed a palm to the comm stud at his ear, voice low but steady as he looked up toward Saram's ship.

"Boss man isn't a friendly. Hasn't been since before Coruscant. He's on the Duck, The kid and Kyric are heading to board. Silent Hunter… I don't want anyone getting hurt because of me. Least of all you. Truth is… I don't deserve your help. I've done things… things these Jedi don't know about. I've been running for a while, and if they find out… well... I don't know how it ends."

Static hissed between words, filling the silence as his gaze lingered on the gunship above.

"When we met on Sleheyron… I wasn't supposed to be helping anyone. I was guarding it. Just another credit run. Then you showed up. You made me remember what I should be doing... But that kind of stain? That doesn't just wash out..."
He trailed sounding a little broken up over the comms.

" I don't even know if you should be here with me, after that."

​

 

[Saram Kote]

​

Tag(s): Braze | Jand Talo | Jasper Kai'el | Okuma Milogen | Kellan Jericho | Rakaan Horne | (Apologies if I missed anyone)

Saram's Equipment

Armor Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s) Rifle(s) Explosives Ship

• 
  
  • 'Ori'vuhyr'yaliyr'gam'-M
    
    • Equipment Mount: Empty.
    • Right Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Rammikad b' Marev' Gauntlet and Vambrace
      
      • Dartcaster:
        
        • Electro Darts (1 loaded, 2 reserve)
      • Weapon Mounts:
        
        • Left:
          
          • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
        • Top:
          
          • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
            
            • Trat'aab Oya'karur-P-class Brilliant Plasma Micro-missile (4)
            • Striilir'ika-M Brilliant Baradium Micro-Missile (Baradium) (4)
        • Right:
          
          • PC-05V Plasma Caster
            
            • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
    • Left Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Verd b' Surhaai' Gauntlet and Vambrace
      
      • Weapon Mounts:
        
        • Left:
          
          • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
        • Top:
          
          • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
            
            • Trat'aab Oya'karur-P-class Brilliant Plasma Micro-missile (4)
            • Striilir'ika-M Brilliant Baradium Micro-Missile (Baradium) (4)
        • Right:
          
          • PC-05V Plasma Caster
            
            • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
        • Utility Belt Loadout:
          
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
          • Hardcase Large Satchel
          • Softcase Large Storage Pouches (dump pouch)
          • Magnetic Clamp
        • Load-bearing Rig Loadout:
          
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
          • Central Secondary High Capacity Rylith Power Cell
          • Medium and Large Gription Panels
        • Holster Setup:
          
          • 1x chest-rig mounted
          • 2x belt-mounted
          • 1x thigh mounted (dominant hand side)
• 
  
  • 'Agol'ja'had'-R Medical Implant System
  • 'Ori'aal'briik' Nervous System Enhancer
  • 'Nejah Oya'karur' Full-spectrum Immunity Booster
  • 'Agol'gam' Muscle and Bone Enhancement
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• 
  
  • 'Shushai Rugam' Sensor Sphere (2)
  • 'Haa'yam'ika' Deployable Sensor Beacon (2)
• 
  
  • B-02 Beskad
  • K-03 Kal (2)
• 
  
  • LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-4x Short Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GVSR-APH Guided AP Magazine (1 loaded, 2 spare)
      • GVSR-EH Guided Electro-stun Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-TDH Guided Tracker Dust Magazine (1)
• 
  
  • BR-6B Verpine Shatter Battle Rifle
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-12x Medium Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • UGL-02 Underbarrel Grenade Launcher
      
      • Ammunition:
        
        • BG-02 Baradium Grenade (1 in the chanmber, 2 in the tube)
        • PG-02 Incendiary Plasma Grenade (3)
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GVSR-SR Guided SLAP Magazine (3 spare)
      • GVSR-FBR Guided Flechette Magazine (3)
      • GVSR-VSBR Guided Voidstone Sabot Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VFBR Guided Voidstone Flechette Magazine (1 loaded)
  • AMR-4M Verpine Shatter Anti-Materiel Rifle
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-250x Extreme Range Optic
    • Ammunition1
      
      • GVSR-SAMR Guided APFSDS Magazine (2)
      • GVSR-HEIAPAMR Guided HEIAP Magazine (2)
      • GVSR-FAMR Guided Flechette Magazine (2)
      • GVSR-S-BAMR Guided APFSDS-B Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VSAMR Guided Voidstone Sabot Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VFAMR Guided Voidstone Flechette Magazine (1 loaded)
• 
  
  • TWT-01 Thermal Well Tape (1 roll)
  • PD/AM-01 Pursuit Denial/Anti-personnel Mines (2)
  • NGG-02 Nagnol Gas Grenade (2)
  • AWCGG-02 Anti-Energy Weapon Countermeasure Gas Grenade(2)
  • BG-02 Baradium Grenade (2)
  • PG-02 Incendiary Plasma Grenade (2)
  • VSGG-02 Void Stone Glop Grenade (1)
  • EG-02 Electronet Grenade (1)
• 
  
  • G-02H Vuhyr'galaar-class Heavy Gunship Shev'la Oya'karur
    • Aft port, starboard and ventral turrets removed.
    • No missiles.

Saram took a quick look at the multifunction display; it was almost done cutting through the station's hull. She retrieved her rifle from where it was stowed in the pilot's seat and began making her way to the back into the gunship's troop bay, where the ventral airlock was. The guided sabots she had loaded currently weren't going to be much use in the confines of a station, she quickly switched the magazines for the one she had loaded with guided voidstone flechettes. While the flechettes themselves weren't made from or coated with voidstone, they would prevent any Jetii from messing with the rounds till the flechettes were released. No more non-lethal, she was tired of giving them chances.

She then realized that in the confines of the station, she might need to switch to a weapon with a shorter barrel and quickly put her AMR down, leaning it against one of the seats in the cabin as she swapped the magazine loaded in her verpine shatter battle rifle for one loaded with voidstone flechettes as well. With a breath to steady her thoughts, she stowed her verpine shatter battle rifle and retrieved her AMR. It was about then that Braze's voice filled filtered in through her buy'ce's speakers.

Braze's words hit her hard. It was a lot to take in, especially as she was steeling herself to board the station in his defense. She had been right about the other bounty hunter. She had been right to suspect him. She had been right about Braze having done something that had attracted the attention of the Jetii. She hadn't wanted to be right about any of these things. Braze deserved a fair trial in the very least, or ideally, the chance at a fresh start. She very much doubted that whatever he had done made him undeserving of the chance at a fresh start, and very much doubted that the Jetii would give him a fair trial.

"You had no way of knowing," she said at last in response to his mention of what he was doing at that auction. "We all make mistakes. What's important is that we don't waste our chance at a fresh start and from what I can see you aren't." She glanced at the status indicator in her HUD to see how long till the hull was breached, not long now. She gripped her rifle tighter as she policed her breathing before she added, "This is no place to talk about this nor is this the time, but the Jetii won't let you have a fair shot and it will take more than what they brought to hurt me." Her implication being that the others were safe, though given how focused she had been on getting in, and given that she was still getting used to her new implants, she was blissfully ignorant of what was happening with the Mud Duck.

Saram had kept her tone even, compartmentalizing the parts of her mind that wanted to feel what he was saying. Braze's situation reminded her of what was wrong with the galaxy, what was wrong with the Jetii. Conditioning and years of experiences kept her emotions out of it, there was no space for them while the problem was about to board the station at any moment. To [abbr=""hell]haran[/abbr] with these Jetii, thinking they could go anywhere with no accountability and to haran with the Alliance for letting them.

 

[Leos]

The Sable Verge
Tags: Kyric

Epo-1, YT-1760 small transport
​

"I'm on yer six, kid," Kyric sprinted after Leos. "I got an ol' bird on here from my pa's fightin' days, but I'll stick with ya'. She's seen worse."

"...Right."

Leos nodded and continued onward through the inside of the Mud Duck. It wasn't long before he was at the hangar, but it felt like an eternity with how large the ship was. The industrial cargo bay really sold how oversized this thing really was. Leos's YT-1760 sat right where he had left it. He could have left it on Ossus, but the Themian didn't want it to be left alone. Not with what he had left inside.

The teen was quick to hastily make his way to the loading ramp of the vessel. The emergency airlocks hadn't deployed, so Leos could only assume the artificial atmosphere from the station was providing enough of a shield from the vacuum of space. He was pretty sure that Okuma guy was still in the cockpit...

He wasn't going to save him. That guy was definitely bad news. That was the kind of man who would work for his father.

"Alright, come on!" Leos called back to Kyric as he began lowering the cargo lift. It was slow, clearly aged a bit. "I checked the systems recently, so the engine should fire up-"

Without warning, a young Twi'lek woman about Kyric's height walked out of the ship and picked the Themian by the scruff of his shirt. Being as short as he was, Leos could only flail.

"Hey!" Leos yelped, trying to get his feet back on the ground. " Sari , cut it out! Now's not the time!"

"Your father has asked for your presence," the woman stated in a plain, robotic way.

In fact, a lot about the woman was droid like. Her movements were stiff, her eyes were blank and expressionless. It was as though something had hijacked her mind and turned her body into little more than a shell. And now that shell seemed to be tasked with taking Leos away to his father.

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

The Sable Verge
Tags: Okuma Milogen

Lightsaber, Refuge
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Hip firing without much care for accuracy and instead relied on the weapon’s unhinged 25 shots per second to neutralize the Jedi at the cost of utterly obliterating his weapon via overheating once it was done.

As Jasper surged through the window he was met with blaster fire. Lots of it. His instincts were quick to draw his lightsaber and deflect incoming projectiles, but between the sheer quantity and getting pulled by the equalizing air it was sloppy. One grazed his organic shoulder. Another hit his prosthetic forearm. The worst hit his leg dead on, passing directly through his thigh. A blood stain formed on his flight suit where it hit.

The Jedi Master didn't even flinch. He simply reached up and removed his mask, returning it to his belt. He didn't care that the air was thinner now that they only had the fringes of the station's atmosphere to rely on. He wanted his enemy to be able to look him in the eyes. A heavy exhale passed through his lips.

"You stole my son," Jasper stated plainly. "You're gonna regret the day you took that job."

Jasper withdrew a simple amulet from his pocket. A Neural Charm, it was called. He had it for a long time, since he was a padawan, but had feared using it as a boy. It overloaded the mind with knowledge and understanding, but was unpredictable and painful. He had since trained with it extensively. The charm was pulled over his head to sit around his neck. From there, Jasper opened his mind to the gifts of the amulet. A simple wince was all he gave as his mind was set on fire.

Everything was clear. Jasper was in pain, yet everything was clear.

He reached out his hand and shut the door of the cockpit with the Force. Neither of them would be leaving.

 

[Kyric]

Kyric raced through the monolithic hangar with little trouble. The harder he pushed himself the more he felt the arm seemingly acclimate to his body. The essence flowed freely between the kiffar and his new limb. He didn't feel the effects of their flight through the Mud Duck. His chest rose and fell comfortably, while his muscles felt well-rested as if fresh from a long night's slumber.

The appearance of a stranger struck Kyric as completely out of the ordinary. No surprise, really. His hand fell to the hilt of the Voice and he prepared to rip the blade from its sheath in answer. Where moments before nothing but the dust stirred beneath their feet, a raging wind cut through the serenity of the cargo bay. The ninjato slipped halfway from its sheath before the kiffar realized the twi'lek wasn't an assassin hidden away within Leos' ship to kill the boy.

"Chit, kid," Kyric slipped the weapon back into its holster and exhaled sharply. "Gimme some kinda warnin', would ya'?" He studied the twi'lek long enough to discern her strange behavior, a web of possibility unraveled within his mind, but neither Leos or Kyric had time for the kiffar to play detective.

"I'm beggin' yer pardon, ma'am," Kyric dipped his head in greeting. "We're in somethin' of a race against time here. I dunno nothin' 'bout the boy's pa, but we gotta clear out o' here one way or another. Ya' mind droppin' him fer me?"

Kyric maintained a forced smile by the end of his request, but the look in his eyes suggested he didn't intend to play diplomat for long.

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Tags: DM Player-Slayer | Leos

 

[Leos]

The Sable Verge
Tags: Kyric

Epo-1, YT-1760 small transport
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"Don't bother," Leos stated towards Kyric. "She's not herself. Just..."

He let out an irritated huff, squirming out of the woman's grasp and turning to face her directly.

"I'll head back to my father if you go back inside, okay?" he requested, speaking in a manner that was almost dumbed down.

The young woman stared at him for a moment before she spoke again.

"I will go back inside."

And with a heel turn she marched her way back onto the ship. Leos ran his hand through his hair and let out a sigh of relief. He didn't really know how long he could keep placating and undermining the orders that she was receiving from his father. It worked for now, and maybe deep down she was accepting the loopholes to resist the influence of that implant, but...

"Sorry," he muttered. "That's my big sister. Not like biologically, but she's basically my sister. She doesn't mean to hurt me, okay? If she's weird, just try to be patient with her. It isn't her fault."

It was his fault. She had fought his father to protect him. Now she was a shadow of a person.

With a moment to recompose himself, Leos turned and boarded his ship.

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Saram Kote Kyric Leos Okuma Milogen Jand Talo Kellan Jericho Rakaan Horne

The windless silence of the gloam spoke relay pressed in around him as only the faint tick of cooling durasteel and the distant thrum of ship engines echo through the station's bays. From the security tower's crown, Braze watched as the cockpit of the Mud Duck strobed with wild flashes of green light and the blinding-white flicker of a saber catching blaster fire. He felt the hit land, and Jasper's pain flashed like a flare across the Force, and his stomach turned. A pang of guilt washed over the half Echani.

"No more."

He dropped to a knee beside a cracked service panel, fingers slipping under a warped lip of plating. The tower complained as he ripped it free. A skein of brittle fiber and old fuses greeted him. Braze closed his eyes, let the Force thread the dead circuits, and pushed.

Across the station, a scarlet ring of hazard sigils spun to life and a guttering containment field hissed into being, choking the worst of the decompression.

"Silent Hunter," Braze murmured into his earring, voice steadier than he felt. "Containment field's up on the Duck's corridor; it'll slow the depressurization bleed....

You reminded me of what I should be doing back on Sleheyron…

Right now, that means keeping the boy safe is my priority...

That's what we do right? Protect the young first. I've made choices; But there's a kid aboard that ship who's only fourteen, and he's still trying to make a difference. He's just a kid trying to make his mark.

You wouldn't leave one of your own vod's children to the wolves. Don't leave him to this.... Not for me.
Make sure he gets out. Even if I don't.... If you see my blade light, don't come to me."

He rose back up to his feet as the station groaned beneath him, and walked to the tower's edge. Cold starlight painted his shilloett in silver. With a breath, he unclipped his saber.

Chalcedony teal and blue-violet blossomed to life against the black backdrop of space, cast high where every eye could find it.

He switched his comms to an open hail.

"If you want me here I am... You have my word. On Ilum's ice and every name I shamed to get this far; I won't run."

"Come to me," Braze said into the comms, voice calm as temple stone. "I'm done running."

 

[Kellan Jericho]

vibes

Chaos.

That's what their quest was progressively devolving into since their attempted detainment of one Braze had dragged on much longer than their team had originally anticipated. Their pursuit of the traitor would lead them to their current destination, a lone relay that housed no other signs of life aside from the one they were after and his ever-increasing band of companions.

He was still hoping to resolve this situation without any casualties on either side, but upon seeing Jasper Kai'el leap from his ship into the void and assault a vessel's viewport with his fists, Kellan was steadily losing faith that their target would come in without their threat of violence being made manifest.

"Bring us in, Jand!" Kellan would call out through gritted teeth. He gripped the back of Jand's seat with one hand, his other lingering at his side with his lightsaber already clutched between his fingers. "We need to bring 'em in before he gets somebody killed." Kellan pushed his grip off the back of the seat, pivoting around towards the shuttle's doors presuming their shuttle's course was towards the closest place they could sit their bird down.

He checked the blaster at his hip, switching the weapon off stun for the first time since their mission had started. The Jedi had entertained their games for far too long, and he wasn't about to let one of his own end up dead in the cold void of space because of the actions of a few misguided, albeit loyal, people.

Kellan felt the landing gear reach solid ground with an audible thump, the shuttle's frame briefly dipping before its stabilizers kicked in and smoothed out the remainder of the process. The doors to the shuttle slid into the hull, a ramp descending towards the ground before the bead in his ear clicked to life as an open hail connected into the Jedi's shared frequency.
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"If you want me here I am... You have my word. On Ilum's ice and every name I shamed to get this far; I won't run."

"Come to me," Braze said into the comms, voice calm as temple stone. "I'm done running."​

Kellan pressed the earbead, his voice accompanied by the sound of boots descending down the ramp. "We're coming for you, kid." He stopped briefly at the end of the ramp, shifting his gaze behind him and beckoning Rakaan Horne to follow with a gesture. "Enough games have been played-- now you're toyin' with the lives of our own. Tell your people to stand down-- or else we can't guarantee nobody won't end up hurt from this foolishness."

Closing the line a second later, Kellan waited for Jand to follow suit down the ramp before setting off at a brisk pace into the direction where the hail had originated. His lightsaber was still visibly gripped in one hand whilst the other carried the tracking device that isolated Braze's location within the station.

Saram Kote Kyric Leos Okuma Milogen Jand Talo

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[Kyric]

"Don't bother," Leos stated towards Kyric. "She's not herself. Just..."

Kyric nodded without argument. His furrowed brow and worried stare gave off the impression of one who wasn't fond of this runaway train of a situation. The idea of things going anymore off the rails only would've made things worse. And he didn't need anymore danger.

When the twi'lek about faced and climbed back up the ramp, Kyric looked back at Leos with an unreadable expression. The kiffar listened to the explanation without interrupting, but of course the short answer provided did nothing to explain why Leos' 'sister' traveled with them—in hiding—or what caused her strange state.

"I ain't gon' make any trouble fer yer sister. I'm a lil' more worried about yer father, though." Kyric followed Leos up the ramp into the light freighter. "With everythin' else goin' on, I got a feelin' yer old man showin' up to stir the pot won't help."

The Jedi Knight did a once over of the ship as they moved through it. It appeared standard fare as far as he knew. Kyric wasn't the most knowledgeable about ships, and he didn't care enough to ask. Leos would mention something crucial if it came up.

Hopefully.

"If Braze wants us gone, its best we get gone. I can chart a course fer Veridia if ya' want." Kyric hopped in whatever passed for the co-pilots seat. "Its been two years since I last passed through, but I ain't one to forget nothin'."

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Tags: Leos

 

[Leos]

The Sable Verge
Tags: Kyric

Epo-1, YT-1760 small transport
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"With everythin' else goin' on, I got a feelin' yer old man showin' up to stir the pot won't help."

"My father doesn't know where I am," Leos insisted, "and it's gonna stay that way."

He didn't elaborate any further, leading Kyric onto the ship. For her part, Sari seemed to vanish into one of the crew's corridors on the ship, not bothering them any further. The Themian would settle himself down in the pilot's chair before turning back to Kyric.

"You can punch in the coordinates," he accepted. "I doubt I'd get us there. Never been."

Leos paused before letting out a sigh.

"I'll explain later... now's just a really bad time."

He hoped he'd get the chance to explain things to Braze. Given everything that seemed to be happening, the boy wasn't sure when they'd see each other again.

 

[Kyric]

"My father doesn't know where I am," Leos insisted, "and it's gonna stay that way."

Kyric very much doubted that.

"Whatever ya' say, Leos." He held up his hands in appeasement. The likelihood of the themian escaping his father without further trouble seemed low to Kyric. Not that he knew the man in question, but rarely were those worth running from in this galaxy kind enough to live and let live.

In the meantime, Kyric turned his attention to the navicomputer and punched in coordinates to Veridia. His short venture to the planet in years past saw him there amidst a festival of some sort dedicated to flowers. For reasons unknown, the kiffar entered into a dueling tournament of all things. After a few rounds with the locals, he encountered Braze in the final match.

"Alright, navigation systems are locked n' loaded. Just need to get off the station and make the jump."

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Tags: Leos | Braze

 

[Leos]

The Sable Verge
Tags: Kyric , Kellan Jericho , Jand Talo , Rakaan Horne , Braze

Epo-1, YT-1760 small transport
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"Whatever ya' say, Leos."

Leos tried not to react.

He knew that his father would inevitably put a little extra effort into finding him. It was inevitable, really. There were no other heirs to the family business. He'd want Leos to take up the mantle. The only real way to end it once and for all was to kill him. In his current sorry state, the young Themian didn't stand a chance in a fight.

The skepticism was valid. He just needed his own words to be true for just a little bit.

The young man was quick to get his YT-1760 up and running, getting it in the air and disengaging the landing gear. He gripped onto the yoke of the vessel and began headed for the hangar door.

"Well... hope they don't start shooting at us," Leos muttered.

That would be bad.