Faction Out of Time

[Damerous]

(Jalan Riyadosh)

Tatoo System...

Over 3600 standard galactic years ago...

“A3! Prioritise power...” there was a pause as the speaker behind those words just about dry heaved before sitting up straight again in his seat. “...power to the shields...we need to get out of here...”

Beside him, the silver protocol droid began throwing switches as he banked The Shadowlance into a tight downward spiral, just in time to avoid a burst of green lasers which rocketed by the Fury Interceptor. Behind them, the D5 Mantis soared by before executing a similar maneuver. The next burst hit them dead on the shields, shaking the craft as A3-J5 threw them into another series of complex maneuvers.

“Master, perhaps next time you should avoid causing a scene in the cantina when you’re trying to maintain a low profile?” the droid remarked drily as the ship bucked again from another barrage of laser fire. Beside him, Damerous gave a look that could only be described as innocent yet wounded as he gripped the arms of his seat. “Hey, he asked for it!”

A3’s reply was cut off as the vessel rocked a second time, followed by the flashing of an alarm light with accompanying sound.

“And there go the shields.”

Damerous punched a few buttons on the navicomputer as the ship shook a third time. “Doesn’t matter, we have lightspeed.” His hand moved to the lever, throwing it forward as A3 suddenly looked over in surprise. “Wait! Systems are showing the hyperdrive...” he was cut off as the ship lurched into hyperspace before suddenly beginning to shake. “...has been damaged...” he finished as he quickly began throwing switches in an attempt to drop them out of hyperspace. Damerous flew out of his seat, slamming his head into the control panel. “A3, what is happening?!”

“The hyperspace vortex is unstable. If we stay in it we’ll be ripped apart!” the droid continued flipping switches. “I can’t shut down the hyperdrive!”

Damerous suddenly looked up, before a feeling of calm came over him. He suddenly reached his hands, eyes closed as he latched onto the ship with the Force. Even though he did not speak it, the words came to his mind as he concentrated on the ship, the words spoken by his mother.

“When there is no emotion, there is peace...”

With a sudden exertion and strain evident on his face, Damerous pulled with the Force, beginning to move The Shadowlance out towards the edge of the hyperspace vortex where it suddenly emerged into real space...

Present day...

Damerous collapsed into his seat, face drenched in sweat and breathing heavily as A3 looked on with that blank droid expression of his. “What...was that..?” He looked back at his friend from childhood. “The...force...” he trailed off as he looked up and out the viewport window. “...where did we end up?”

A3 quickly checked the navicomputer, before turning back to his master. “It looks like we ended up close to our initial coordinates, the Crait system. However...this is odd...the charts are different from what I'm seeing on the sensors...."

 

[Jalan Riyadosh]

The Stargazer was idling through the Crait system, the large vessel cruising with extended solar sails while allowing for splendid views all around it. The passenger count aboard the casino ship was almost lackluster in one sense, a number of people aboard simply looking for something different but lacking a destination. The HRD Jalan Riyadosh was watching over the passengers, allowing Jalan to do as she pleased in the mean time.

All around, the droid crew was relaxed as droids could be, the human members of the crew taking turns watching their respective stalls as customers stayed relatively unseen. They stayed in the holo-theater or lounge, allowing the smaller groups almost complete monopoly over the casino and lagoon.

Her own starfighter was brought out, the woman opting to get some flight time in while there was a lull in activity. It thundered out of the hangar, the compliment of battle droids clamped to the underside of the wing as practice for maneuvering with the added weight. Space was it's own beast when it came to flying, and the more practice you could get under your belt the better she thought.

The HRD would have preferred, and made it clearly known, her charge remain aboard, something Jalan had ignored.

The starfighter burned well past the larger ship, rolling and weaving in order to get comfortable with the feeling of the new ship. It was fitted to her thankfully, the original she had been in leaving much to be desired for leg room given her height. It had previously been an uncomfortable squeeze, which now felt more like a worn in seat.

Something she was thankful for as something dropped from hyperspace ahead of her some distance. She banked to the left, running parallel to the vessel ahead of her.

She blinked into the void around it, the colors sharp against the dark backdrop of space. Squinting, she looked to her sensors. It was a strange vessel to her, seeming out of place as her hand hovered over the communication line to hail it. The vessel didn't seem pirate at a glance, and it's design lent itself towards another purpose. A small shrug and heavy sigh had her pressing the link line for the communication line.

"Unidentified vessel, this is Jalan Riyadosh...are you-do you need assistance?" She called over the line to Damerous with hesitation in her voice. She had never been one to address others, let alone encounter a strange ship in space.

 

[Damerous]

Damerous turned to A3 with a look of surprise on his face.

“What do you mean that the charts are off? We got updated charts back on Tatooine two days ago.” The droid ignored him for a few seconds while he tapped a few commands on the panels, then turned back to him and was about to speak before the sensors lit up with the notice of incoming ships. Damerous spun in his seat and began running a check.

“Two ships...one massive dreadnought sized and the other starfighter size on point three.”

A3 took a look at the scope on his side. “Strange, I do not recognize either.” Damerous nodded. “Yeah...plus that fighter is carrying what look to be combat droids. Though I don’t recognize the model...”

"Unidentified vessel, this is Jalan Riyadosh...are you-do you need assistance?"

The droid and the teenager stared at the commlink for a split second, surprised by the immediate hail. Damerous moved to answer it before A3 cut him off. “This could be a trap.” Damerous thought for a moment then shook his head. “Unlikely...besides she sounds kinda hot.” (Jalan Riyadosh) A3 stared at him for a solid second, then did the closest thing a protocol/pilot droid could do that amounted to a roll of the eyes.

He closed his eyes again, reaching out with the Force towards the two ships to search out hostile intent. With the fighter, he sensed within the pilot a guarded hesitation. That much he had gathered from her voice. But he could not detect any hostile intent. On the larger vessel, he sensed a multitude of beings, with all sorts of emotions that Damerous would normally associate with a casino on Nar Shaddaa. “No, they bear us no ill will...but no need to tell them who we are.”

He thought for a moment, then pressed the transmit button. “This is The Lucky Dog, we’ve experienced some damage in our hyperdrive. Would you be able to direct us to the nearest repair facilities?”

 

[Vemric Keldra]

TAG: Damerous | Jalan Riyadosh | Shuklaar Kyrdol​

Routine patrol.

The tedium of it was wearing on Vemric, as it was affecting his biological personnel. They have started to grow placid and that caused a drop in the great standard that was upheld within his fleet. This slight drop may not bother any other Admiral, but to Vemric, it was catastrophic.

So, the three support patrol vessels and their starfighter squadrons were ordered to practice their formations while doing their routine sweep of the area. While the commands were blaring over the comms, Vemric was bent over the blue prints of the Requiem's upgrades that Shuklaar Kyrdol had personally brought him. For some reason, the presence of the Mandalorian had his personnel tiptoeing more than usual. He had a good mind to enlist some Mando'ade in the fleet to help keep a firm hand on the personnel. Even the droids were behaving.

"These look quite acceptable, Master Kyrdol. I have little qualms, save one. Would it be possible to enhance the shield generators? I want the shields spread evenly strong. It is preferable to not be shot in the rear, after all." he said, looking at the armoured CEO of Breshig War Forge that was handling the upgrades personally. The man had really gone the extra mile with these plans. Vemric was not easily impressed, but the armour-clad warrior had exceeded expectations.

Scans bleeped from the bridge. The Sephi's head snapped up and looked over at the control panel. A lieutenant was hanging over the droid that had received the information.
"Report, Miles!" Vemric barked as he straightened up.
"Three vessels, Sir. One is the Stargazer, one a starfighter that seems to hail from the party ship and then an unidentified Interceptor had just emerged from hyperspace. Huh, odd...." Miles trailed off.
"Speak!" the Fleet Marshal ordered as he approached the control panel.
"The ship is old, Sir. Very old. These models are normally rusting beneath sand and vegetation. Not flying around. How that thing survived hyperspace is a wonder. They seem to be damaged." Miles quickly explained before his commanding officer decided that Miles belonged in the brig.
Vemric lifted a brow at this. "Hail them." he said.

The droid patched the Requiem through to the relevant vessels' comms.
"Unidentified starships, this is Admiral Vemric Keldra of the Capital Sector Armada. You are surrounded. Please proceed to the hangar of this ship for questioning. Stargazer, you have been identified. Please subject to scanning. Any resistance would be met severely."

 

[Jalan Riyadosh]

There was a hanging tension as she waited for the return on her line. Her eyes wandered over the sensors once more as she waited, biding her time as the signal from another ship came through.

Her eyes went wide as the first signal from Vemric Keldra warned her to come to their vessel. The return signal from Damerous also came through after, her gaze trailing off to the damaged ship as she cut hard to follow Vemric's command. The starship in her control banked and made for the required ship.

"Admiral Vemric. This is Jalan Riyadosh of the Knights Obsidian. Moving to the hangar as requested." she called over the communication line quickly. Jalan switched lines as she addressed the newcomer.

"Lucky Dog, the Fleet Admiral will be able to better help you. Make for the hangar and follow instructions from there."

The stargazer gave the affirmative in receiving the order and slowed to a stop, shutting off engines and requesting its guests to remain calm for inspection. The HRD made it clear in her reply to the Admiral she would follow any further instruction required of her.

 

[Damerous]

(Jalan Riyadosh, Vemric Keldra, Shuklaar Kyrdol )

Well this day kept getting stranger and stranger.

Damerous shot a look over at A3, who looked back at him with that same blank expression that only a droid could manage. “Capital Sector Armada?” Damerous asked with an eyebrow raise. A3 tapped a few keys on his console before turning back to his master. “Three warships, unidentified make, as well as starfighter accompaniment. Also unidentified make.”

Damerous pressed his lips together in thought, leaning back in his chair as he stared out the viewport at the three approaching warships. “Best to comply for now. Signal that we’re coming in. I’ll prepare for our hosts...” he spun his chair around and got up, striding for the cockpit door which opened at his approach. Left alone in the cockpit, A3 stared after his master before keying the commlink. “Lucky Dog, complying as requested.”

Meanwhile, Damerous moved through the connecting hallway to the spacious lounge in the middle of the craft, then moved to the door of his private cabin, keying the entry code. As the door slid open he crossed the room to a large cabinet and keyed in the code there, which opened to reveal a full set of armored robes with a mask.

He reached forward and touched the black armorweave almost reverently, with a tear forming in the corner of his eye before pulling it off of it’s stand and dressing in the full suit of armor. He then threw the armorweave cape over his shoulder, then took the mask down from its place on the rack and spun it around in his hand so that he was looking into the face of it. A thumb ran across the faceplate before he spun it back around and slid over his head, then raised the black hood up.

He clipped his lightsaber back onto his belt, then turned and looked over at another lightsaber which rested on a shelf in the cabinet. After a moment, he reached out with the Force and pulled it from its spot on the shelf into his waiting gloved hand, where he stared at it for a second before clipping that one to his belt as well. With that, he exited his cabin and moved back into the cockpit where A3 was bringing them into the hanger. “We’re coming in...” he trailed off as he saw Damerous in full armor.

Damerous for his part folded his arms and stared out the viewport as they came into the hanger.

 

[Shuklaar Kyrdol]

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Spoiler: Equipment

• Armor:​
  • Beskar'gam
    • Shoulder mounts:
      • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
    • Back mounts:
      • A-03S Verpine Shatter Autocannon
      • MML-02S Miniaturized Missile Launcher
        • 8x Type-12A Anti-Personnel Rocket
        • 8x K-26 Explosive Anti-Vehicle Rocket
    • Left Vambrace:
      • CP-03V CryoBan Projector
      • PC-05V Plasma Caster
      • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
    • Right Vambrace:
      • METL-02V Micro Energy Torpedo Launcher
      • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
        • 2x Type-12A Anti-Personnel Rocket
        • 2x K-26 Explosive Anti-Vehicle Rocket
• Implant:​
  • 'Rammikad' Enhancement Package
• Weapons:​
  • 2x M-06S 'Skirata' Mra'jitr
  • Bes'phatir
  • DP-02 Class-D Heavy Disruptor Pistol
  • FL-01 Verpine Shatter Flechette Launcher
• Droid:​
  • Jare'la (on board gunship).

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Tag(s): Vemric Keldra | Jalan Riyadosh | Damerous​

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For a moment, Shuklaar had been concerned that their bid to find work in the CIS was going to amount in abject failure. He was worried he was going to have to ask Visanj if she knew anyone who had more immediate work with a nice fat paycheck. Thankfully however, things kicked into gear almost immediately after. The CIS signed a nice long term contract with them, there was the deal with Kamino and Scarif and now the Capital Sector Armada's Admiral Vemric Keldra had put in a request for Breshig War Forge Consolidated to oversee the upgrades of his flagship.​

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Shuklaar, like most Mandalorians, believed firmly in leading by example. It was for that reason that he'd been personally involved in the design and development process for all of the above contracts, and why he'd frequently put himself at the head of most military operations that Strill Securities performed with or for the CIS. The personal touch certainly helped, he'd found out. It was for that reason why he'd brought the blueprints for the upgrade personally to Admiral Keldra.​

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"Easily done," replied Shuklaar in response to the Admiral's concerns about the aft shield strength. "Our generators are designed to operate as part of a larger network of generators if need be. We can easily install an additional generator exclusively to defend against aft focused attacks." Shuklaar was usually a man of not many words. Mincing one's words during a business transaction where technical details and specifics were involved was a bad policy however.​

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Shuklaar was no stranger to the bridge of a starship. The sound from what he assumed to be the main sensor station caught his attention. immediately. Not needing to actually look in that direction, Shuklaar nonetheless did so for the benefit of those potentially watching him. He listened carefully to the conversation unfolding between the Admiral and the bridge officer. What caught his attention was the fact that not only was this vessel old, but was barely hyperspace worthy. In his experience this generally didn't bode well. Especially given what he'd heard from Saram Kote about her experience with Darth Voph's call for aid.​

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"Send a squad of marines to the hangar, make sure additional squads are on standby," he said to the Admiral, not presuming to tell him how to do his job, but knowing better than to leave it up to interpretation about how grave the situation possibly was. He immediately began making his way to the hangar, taking his FL-01 off his back only once he'd left the bridge. For once, he regretted convincing Ragar and the rest of his Mishir-Jurkad Rammikade detail not to come. Fortunately or unfortunately, the Admiral's men were going to have to do if things went to haran in handbasket.​

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"Mereel, it's Shuklaar, I'm entering the hangar. There's a ship inbound. On my signal if, or if my bio signs flatline, I want you to unload everything you've got into it. You can't miss it, old as haran and has seen better days," he quickly ordered over the comms to his gunship pilot in the hangar. Mereel Kote, pilot of Beroya 1-1 seemed for a moment like he was going to argue, but instead just responded with a determined sounding 'oya'. Shuklaar wasted no more time in making for the hangar, jogging past crew who were rightly more than a little confused to seeing a weapon carrying Mandalorian moving quickly for the hangar.​

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Shuklaar stepped into the hangar just as the other ship broke the atmospheric containment field. Good thing too. He didn't quite bother with checking to see if Admiral Keldra's marines were anywhere to be seen. Conventionally, it might've been rude to leave the Admiral on such short notice. If he was right, however, about what might be waiting for them in the hangar, then he was sure that the slight might be forgiven. Only Shuklaar hoped to the Manda that he was wrong.​

 

[Vemric Keldra]

TAG: Damerous | Jalan Riyadosh | Shuklaar Kyrdol​

They complied.

Points to them for relenting. As the two ships started making their way to the Requiem, Vemric was just about to give the order for his troops to mobilise to the hangar when Shuklaar Kyrdol jumped the gun on it with his suggestion of the same. The Sephi lifted an eyebrow at this.
"Naturally, Master Kyrdol." he said aloofly before giving the order over the comms for arms to move on the hangar.

After giving the order, Vemric swept from the bridge not far behind the Mandalorian. The looks on his personnel's faces satisfied the Fleet Marshal. Clearly, Mando'ade made impressions.

As Vemric glided into the hangar, the age old ship was touching down first. He motioned for his men to approach and be at the ready while he also moved forward. He felt something odd, but could not put his finger on it.

His tall, regal frame came to a stop in front of the ship as the boarding ramp extended, revealing a masked, armoured frame. A brow was lifted again.
"State your business, stranger." he ordered as the sound of blasters being brought to shoulders could be heard.

 

[Damerous]

(Jalan Riyadosh, Vemric Keldra, Shuklaar Kyrdol )

As A3 brought the ship down into the hanger, he pivoted the ship to be facing outward so that the boarding ramp would be facing in.

Damerous for his part, as soon as the ship pivoted began to move towards the boarding ramp hatch, silent except for the sound of armored boots walking across the metal deck plating inside the ship. Before he left the cockpit though, he turned back towards A3 for a long moment before speaking. “You know what to do.” he said quietly before moving through the open doorway.

As the Shadowlance came down on it’s landing gear, Damerous steadied himself on the bulkhead as the ship landed, then straightened up and took a deep breath. There was a weight to this armor, and not just the durasteel and armorweave on his shoulders. He could feel it in his mind, the darkness trying to creep in. But he needed the benefits now, damn the risks involved. His gloved fist tightened as before he pressed the ramp release. He could sense others beyond the ship, armed men ready to kill him should he provoke them. Well, if that is what will happen today, he could take a few of them with him. With a hiss of steam and hydraulics, the ramp dropped down.

As he sensed, there was a squad worth of marines with raised weapons on him as he stayed at the top of the ramp, surveying the scene. Besides that, there was of all things what appeared to be a Mandalorian aiming an unfamiliar rifle type weapon at him. Damerous paused as his gaze crossed the Mandalorian. There was something...unfamiliar about that armor...it was obviously Mandalorian but...different somehow...the same with the marines. Unfamiliar weapons and armor...as well as the unfamiliar ships, droids...

Something was going on here, and he did not like it. But it was time to face this head on...

With a soft intake of breath, his armored frame stepped forward and moved down the ramp, black armorweave flowing as he surveyed them from behind the mask. Another being, Sephi by the looks of him...complete with a regal bearing of nobility and a uniform with enough brass and ribbons that he must be high enough rank, stepped forward in front of the ramp as Damerous came down.

"State your business, stranger."

He turned, regarding the man in charge with his best impression of what he had seen his father do in these circumstances. Cold, methodical movements as his arms came up and folded over his chest, thankful that the mask hid his youthful features, as well as distorted his voice slightly.

“I do not appreciate being interrogated at blaster point. Have your men lower their weapons and I will tell you my business.”

 

[Jalan Riyadosh]

The redesigned Porax came into the hangar slowly, the wine colored eyes a bit wide at the sight before her. Not in shock by any means. Shock was something that had long been stripped from her. Merely in surprise at the somewhat severe manner of greeting. Then again, a high ranking member of the fleet was present. And what she guessed were mandalorians by the cross referencing of images from memory waiting to greet the stranger also.

Her own vessel landed, making every conscious effort to be presentable, but not threatening as she could. It was one thing to be among Obsidian Knights and feel comfortable. She hadn't dealt with anyone from the fleet, never mind the Admiralty. She also hadn't had the pleasure of dealing with the mandalorian's yet either. Something that was apparently being remedied today as she silently watched the exchange, hugging her helmet to her chest with both arms.

Her eyes went back and forth, gauging the situation, and figuring she had better chances of remaining problem free if she remained quiet.

Damerous Vemric Keldra Shuklaar Kyrdol

 

[Shuklaar Kyrdol]

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Spoiler: Equipment

• Armor:​
  • Beskar'gam
    • Shoulder mounts:
      • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
    • Back mounts:
      • A-03S Verpine Shatter Autocannon
      • MML-02S Miniaturized Missile Launcher
        • 8x Type-12A Anti-Personnel Rocket
        • 8x K-26 Explosive Anti-Vehicle Rocket
    • Left Vambrace:
      • CP-03V CryoBan Projector
      • PC-05V Plasma Caster
      • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
    • Right Vambrace:
      • METL-02V Micro Energy Torpedo Launcher
      • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
        • 2x Type-12A Anti-Personnel Rocket
        • 2x K-26 Explosive Anti-Vehicle Rocket
• Implant:​
  • 'Rammikad' Enhancement Package
• Weapons:​
  • 2x M-06S 'Skirata' Mra'jitr
  • Bes'phatir
  • DP-02 Class-D Heavy Disruptor Pistol
  • FL-01 Verpine Shatter Flechette Launcher
• Droid:​
  • Jare'la (on board gunship).

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Tag(s): Vemric Keldra | Damerous | Jalan Riyadosh​

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As soon as Damerous was down the ramp, Shuklaar's armor's sensor suite was already through most of the scans, with only the ID scanner still to finish its diagnosis. Based on how quickly it usually gave him a result, he was sure he wasn't going to get one. The dar'jetii standing in front of him couldn't be more obvious about what he was if he was trying, but Shuklaar nonetheless was...intrigued when the bioscan readout told him just how young the dar'jetii in front of him was.​

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He knew Mando'ade weren't the only ones to start them young, but as far as he knew, they usually weren't sent off on their own. Especially when his employers had a non-aggression pact with the Sith Empire. He was, of course, assuming that this particular dar'jetii was from the Sith Empire. He didn't even want to give any further thought to some of the conclusions he'd come to on his way down to the hangar. If it became apparent that he really was dealing with some ancient dar'jetii intending to kill them all, then he'd either not live long enough to regret not immediately opening fire or it'd work out fine one way or another.​

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Without needing to turn his head, he glanced over at where the Vuhyr'galaar was parked. The gunship's turrets weren't aimed in this direction, but thanks to the Manda tactical battlenet module in his armor, he knew that Mereel had not only run a scan, but had acquired a targeting solution. The admiral asked said dar'jetii what his business here was. Shuklaar waited and watched carefully, like a Strill waiting to strike, if the dar'jetii did anything stupid.​

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When said dar'jetii responded by asking Vemric Keldra to have his men lower their weapons, Shuklaar barely managed bite back a laugh. What came out was nothing belying even the slightest bit of mirth, rather a dry, rough cough that his helmet's speakers rendered as little more than a static distorted expulsion of air. "You're flying in a beat up, almost ancient ship, dar'jetii'ka. Where I come from, people like that don't get to make demands of any kind. So how about some shabla answers?" Shuklaar kept his flechette launcher aimed in the general direction of the dar'jetii, prompting his HUD to give him a targeting solution. He didn't need it. At this range, and with a flechette launcher, he sure as haran wasn't going to miss.​

 

[Vemric Keldra]

TAG: Damerous | Jalan Riyadosh | Shuklaar Kyrdol

Vemric's brow shot up almost into his hairline.

This interloper dared tell him what to do? He lifted his chin while Shuklaar spoke. The Mando'ade was definitely rough around the edges, but he got things done nonetheless. With his hands behind his back, his tall, uniformed frame made for an impressive visage.

The other fighter had touched down. Vemric's men knew to keep an eye on the pilot, but she wasn't the Sephi's main concern. At least her ship had been identified. His attention was on the identified, armoured person in front of him. When Shuklaar had finished speaking, Vemric decided that they had wasted enough time on pleasantries. He motioned to one of his men.
"Escort the girl to one of the interrogation chambers. Food and drink can be offered." he told the commando, who saluted before moving to the other pilot with some of his squad.

Vemric then turned his head back to the armoured being in front of him.
"You are in no position to make demands. You trespass into Confederate Space without clearance, then you come to my hangar armed and armoured and then you dare tell me what you will and will not do? You clearly have no idea who you are dealing with. These rifles will continue to be trained on you until you state your business. I would assure you that you will wish that one of these bolts took you out instead of Master Kyrdol's flechette. Now, speak!" he ordered, his usually bored tone turned ice cold.

He did feel a presence from the person in front of him. He had only felt this presence around the Vicelord and those similar to him, so it was quite clear what this man was aside from looking at the lightsaber on his belt. The Fleet Marshal gave his personnel a lot of grief about their conduct, but he would drop this man into the vacuum of space before he allowed him to go on a Force rampage in this hangar.

 

[Damerous]

(Jalan Riyadosh, Shuklaar Kyrdol , Vemric Keldra)

It would be so much more satisfying to slaughter the lot of them. The only real challenge would be the mandalorian pointing the rifle at him. Perhaps immobilize him with a blast of Force lightning...

No.

But it would be...

No!

Damerous immediately clenched his fists together and squeezed his eyes shut, a soft hiss escaping his lips that distorted into a slight burst of static through the mask’s vocabulator. With his eyes now closed, he reached out into the Force seeking to center himself again. Never before had the armor pulled at his emotions like this, attempted to corrupt him so much at once. Perhaps it had been a mistake...

He felt it. Someone else, strong with the Force. But...untrained, merely exhibiting massive raw potential...how could he have missed such a being? Opening his eyes again, Damerous swung his helmeted gaze over to where he had sensed the individual, coming to rest upon a young woman (Jalan Riyadosh ) who had just stepped out of that starfighter from earlier. She must have been the first one that he had conversed with. This was...interesting.

Such a powerful, beautiful woman, uncorrupted by both the Sith and the Jedi...she could be the foundation on which he gained his revenge. As the marines moved towards her Damerous wanted to reach out and throw them across the hanger...

NO!

Another gritting of his teeth which translated into a hiss of static. But as he gained control of himself again, two things clicked in his head which caught his interest and only added more to the confusion which was occupying his mind.

His ship was ancient?

And what was this ‘Confederacy’ the Sephi seemed so up in arms about?

They wanted answers? They could have their answers once he had some of his own. He stepped forward towards the Sephi (Vemric Keldra), arms still folded across his chest while out of the corner of his vision he kept an eye on the Mandalorian looking individual ( Shuklaar Kyrdol ).

“You want answers? How about telling me what is so important about this sector of space? What is this ‘Confederacy’ that you keep mentioning? Some offshoot government of the Republic that wants peace with the Sith? And my ship might not have been delivered off the assembly line recently, but being twenty five standard years old is hardly ancient.”

 

[Jalan Riyadosh]

Jalan walked with her escort, offering no argument or struggle. She didn't even glance back when she felt someone center themselves in the force. If they were to get answers, her presence was not needed to do so.

She waited quietly in the room, thanking them for whatever they brought as sustenance. She lightly sipped the water, choosing to refrain from seeming greedy by any standard.

In the meantime, she took a mental dive, her posture changing to an almost relaxed state in the chair as she dove into her memories of the event and gathered them all up.

From her choosing to leave the Stargazer to practice in her ship, to reaching the room, it was all present and ready.

Vemric Keldra Shuklaar Kyrdol Damerous

 

[Shuklaar Kyrdol]

Tag(s): Vemric Keldra | Damerous | Jalan Riyadosh​

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Twenty five standard years? Shuklaar was not exactly a young man, but he was sure he wasn't getting old enough that he'd forget something like this. He considered himself to be knowledgeable on the subject of starships, and he knew for a fact that the vessel sitting in front of him was at least several thousand years old, not a hundred. "That particular class of vessel hasn't been manufactured in over a thousand years to my knowledge. Not in that precise configuration, anyway." Everything from the laser cannon's focusing unit to the distinct lack of sensor systems in comparison to contemporary starships, was something that he hadn't seen except in vessels that he knew by reputation to be as old as he believed this ship to be.​

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Now when he mentioned the Republic, Shuklaar was quite confused. He was not really a historian, not when it came to the rest of the galaxy in any case. His knowledge of Mandalorian history was selective in any case, not that there were too many who could claim with absolute certainty that they knew much more. The only Sith he'd ever heard of had been the One Sith, and then the Sith Empire that had come after. "There is no Republic, and the Sith are already at war with the Galactic Alliance, if that is who you mean. As for what the Confederacy is, maybe it's better if you heard from someone who does a little more than take a paycheck." He glanced at Vemric Keldra and then returned his gaze to Damerous once more.​

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Shuklaar believed in what little he knew of the Confederacy's ideals, but that was just it, he didn't know all the nitty gritty. If the question was why he fought for the CIS, he'd have been able to answer that no problems. To answer what exactly it was? That might be best left to someone who'd spent more time in the Confederacy's employ.​