King of Korriban
Kashyyyk Starship Impound;
Docking Bay #23;
The Scimitar;
[member="Cryax Bane"].
Thrusters fired, numerous ion drives ran coarse energetic fields through whatever undamaged bits and pieces yet remained of the Scimitar. In four sectioned off and unfolding platforms, the roofing split apart and let loose the Infiltrator against the night sky. Black met with black, metal against night, the low rumble of the ship blasting girthy vibrations into the otherwise quite night air. A now insignificant pelting of blaster fire easily washed out in the acceleration, pushing Nejaa and Cryax straight into open air. Trees, lit with war glistening torches, still remained aglow, no doubt frenzied tech specialized running scans on an unauthorized ship in the air. But they were picking a fight they couldn't win- hiding was Nejaa's strongest suit. In uniform familiarity, the boy tugged at various controls, shifting and tossing aside one or two holo-beamed cubes of data and opening up what looked like a separate, interior codex panel. Quickly moving text ran along his screen and he gobbled up what he could, regurgitating it as quickly as his lips were able.
"Ship diagnostics-- deflector shields at... forty percent, substantial damage to our hull, left wi--"
Abruptly deciding it was perhaps better just to send the information in a quick sweep of his hands than to read it all aloud. Bane would more than likely decipher it and make value of it quicker than himself, and it wasn't looking good. "Engaging cloaking field," he started, fingers mingling with a myriad of intertwining programs and bracketed boxes. Blue tendrils of static rose over the carefully constructed sith framework, shocking it and pulling a translucent dimensional fabric up and over it, vanishing it from view. No eyes, no oddly formatted system, not even likely a lingering tangent of the force could locate them now.
"Scramble any and all frequencies that aren't a part of this ship's normal protocol... I'm getting off world."
Nejaa had received everything he wanted. Not only had he secured himself that blue devil as his prisoner, but he had found the key to finding any prize he wanted. To finding it, that was, taking it would always be his prerogative. Another pest to look after, but one who might make itself useful in more ways than one. If he were to grow the darkness which gave him these powers, he would need to bathe in darkness first. And he already knew who first to place as his quarry...
Docking Bay #23;
The Scimitar;
[member="Cryax Bane"].
Thrusters fired, numerous ion drives ran coarse energetic fields through whatever undamaged bits and pieces yet remained of the Scimitar. In four sectioned off and unfolding platforms, the roofing split apart and let loose the Infiltrator against the night sky. Black met with black, metal against night, the low rumble of the ship blasting girthy vibrations into the otherwise quite night air. A now insignificant pelting of blaster fire easily washed out in the acceleration, pushing Nejaa and Cryax straight into open air. Trees, lit with war glistening torches, still remained aglow, no doubt frenzied tech specialized running scans on an unauthorized ship in the air. But they were picking a fight they couldn't win- hiding was Nejaa's strongest suit. In uniform familiarity, the boy tugged at various controls, shifting and tossing aside one or two holo-beamed cubes of data and opening up what looked like a separate, interior codex panel. Quickly moving text ran along his screen and he gobbled up what he could, regurgitating it as quickly as his lips were able.
"Ship diagnostics-- deflector shields at... forty percent, substantial damage to our hull, left wi--"
Abruptly deciding it was perhaps better just to send the information in a quick sweep of his hands than to read it all aloud. Bane would more than likely decipher it and make value of it quicker than himself, and it wasn't looking good. "Engaging cloaking field," he started, fingers mingling with a myriad of intertwining programs and bracketed boxes. Blue tendrils of static rose over the carefully constructed sith framework, shocking it and pulling a translucent dimensional fabric up and over it, vanishing it from view. No eyes, no oddly formatted system, not even likely a lingering tangent of the force could locate them now.
"Scramble any and all frequencies that aren't a part of this ship's normal protocol... I'm getting off world."
Nejaa had received everything he wanted. Not only had he secured himself that blue devil as his prisoner, but he had found the key to finding any prize he wanted. To finding it, that was, taking it would always be his prerogative. Another pest to look after, but one who might make itself useful in more ways than one. If he were to grow the darkness which gave him these powers, he would need to bathe in darkness first. And he already knew who first to place as his quarry...