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Requisition of the Past | CA dominion of Ilum [Hex S-16]

Matt the Radar Tech

ꜰɪxɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʀᴀᴅᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴜꜰꜰ
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UNKNOWN SPACE


The Jedi Temple; Ilum
Objective 2: The Jedi Temple
The young Viziter's attention was broken when he heard other footsteps nearby. Chaf'ivl'oarrou looked around, before smiling as he saw the familiar Exarch Vero'rscach'brast. While doing well in his Force training, the Prospect had to admit that he could hardly fathom half of what he had seen the Exarch do, and it filled him with awe to learn whatever he could from the older Chiss. Some of the stories from the earliest days of the Viziter training academy sounded horrible, terrifying even, yet here Vero'rscach'brast was - a success, by definition, one of the first generations of Chiss Force users that were accepted by the culture.

"Exarch Vero'rscach'brast, I don't mean to bother," The younger Chiss said as he trotted over, nodding his head in respect. "I was just looking at some carvings on durasteel embedded in the ice wall over there, and couldn't help but notice... something odd. Come on, let me show you!"

Chaf'ivl'oarrou moved at a quick pace, returning to the worn etchings, as he reached out to run a finger over the dull inscriptions. Some of the words didn't make sense to him, probably due to his training taking a more combative route, rather than scholarly. So, since Vero'rscach'brast was someone with - presumably - a lot of knowledge, from decades of training and learning, it was the Prospect's hope that he could fill in the gaps.

"See? Here, it says something about earning the right to walk the path - or way?" Chaf'ivl'oarrou crinkled up his nose as he strained his crimson eyes, struggling to translate. "Walk the... in the steps, feet? Of the Jedi, and... something... receive the Force's bounty? Or blessing? I don't know. But it kind of sounds like a hidden cache or something, right?"

Despite his training, Chaf'ivl'oarrou could barely contain his excitement, as he grinned at the bearded Exarch.

"Should we look for it? What if we find some amazing ancient Jedi objects?"

Chaf'ivl'oarrou willed Vero'rscach'brast to agree, with every part of his being!

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[member="Rorschach"]​
 

Matt the Radar Tech

ꜰɪxɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʀᴀᴅᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴜꜰꜰ
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ILUM
Objective 3: Secure the Crystal Caves
Location: Ilum Crystal Caves
[member="Alezan"] | [member="Zsuzsa"]

The Niners were doing their part, the comlink activating every so often as other marine battalions updated command, but the marines under Chaf'arcar'usorn's command were moving faster and more effectively. Maybe it was luck that they weren't hitting much resistance, or maybe it was that good natured competitive spirit to do the best they could? Either way, things were going well for the Niners.

Until they weren't.

"Copy that, Sergeant Flaz'suz'safis, good pacing," Chaf'arcar'usorn commented to the comlink on his gauntlet, before he inclined his head and listened. Didn't seem like anything. He contacted command. "Ninth Battalion reports tunnels one through five clear for topographers. Moving into tunnels six and seven now, over."

The confirmation came back, right around the time one of the Niners ahead began shouting a warning.

"Watch out, fallback!"

Ahead, down the icy corridor, a faint glowing heat could be seen. The Chiss' ability to see into the infrared spectrum made the emanating heat stand out considerably more so. Several other marines were moving back quickly, too, heads down and legs moving at speed. Before long they reached the main group of Niner One, before pointing further into tunnel seven, their voices raised.

"We've got an incoming Razhak, sir," A Private said, eyes wide within his helmet. "A big one, too. We estimate about ten meters!"

"Alright, stay calm, we can handle this," Chaf'arcar'usorn said in a low tone, soothing, as he walked to the front of the Niners squad and pointed. "Fire worm coming from that direction, soldiers. Get those stun grenades ready, I want a firing line, and when that thing rears up, aim for the gullet."

It was a plan, at least. Whether it worked, who knew. There was only one way to find out, and it looked like the moment had arrived. From around the passage, the coiling and slithering armored worm launched, the heat coming from it felt even from a distance. The Niners prepared, with Chaf'arcar'usorn and several others forming a defensive line, maser rifles at the ready...

"Wait, wait," Chaf'arcar'usorn said in a low voice, as the Razhak slid to a stop, beady eyes blazing, as it regarded the food it had been chasing that had now doubled in size. "Open fire!"

The maser rifles lit up the icy tunnel, blasts of blue energy soaring through the space between marines and fire worm, the kinetic impacts pounding off the armored chitinous plating on its long body. In fact, it seemed that unique characteristic of the charric weapon was their saving grace, as the armor plating was pummeled by a dozen hard-hitting rifles all at once. And like a serpent, it recoiled, flaring up to display danger and aggression... and in that moment, with its mouth open and heat spewing outward, the stun grenades flew from the back of the line. Five of them landed, two missing, but the others were true - right down the gullet - and after three seconds the Razhak twisted and contorted, as the two stun grenades likewise exploded on the ground.

The marines took cover, their helmets absorbing most of the stun effect.

Chaf'arcar'usorn looked back, eyes narrowed, rifle ready. Ahead, the Razhak seemed unmoving, mouth ajar with all the serrated teeth showing. He ran forward, rifle held firmly in his left hand, before he grabbed the top of the mouth opening with his right and jammed the barrel inside. Chaf'arcar'usorn opened fire, blasting the inside of the creature for near half a power pack, before he was satisfied it was dead... to which the Razhak had a final death rattle, as it pushed forward with dead eyes, closing its mouth of razor-sharp teeth, swallowing the rifle and biting hard into the Captain's forearm armor!

"Sithspit!" Chaf'arcar'usorn cursed, as the internal heat of the worm began burning his hand and melting the armor, before the jaws locked and severed the forelimb completely. "Arghh!"

The Niners rushed forward, the medic in the squad sliding down to his knees as he pulled the Captain away from the dead thing. The other squadies aimed rifles, waiting, ready to blast the Razhak if it moved again, but it remained still. Meanwhile, Chaf'arcar'usorn was lightheaded and had a kolto-wrap around the end of his missing forearm and hand. The medic looked concerned, and called in a evac.

"Looks like you'll keep the elbow, Captain, but the flesh around the bite is seared and the limb will have to be cut back to avoid infection," The medic frowned, as he helped the Captain stand with the assistance of another Niner. They supported his weight, before walking back down the way they had come prior. "Who's in charge, sir?"

"Regrou--regroup with Sergeant Flaz'suz'safis, keep moving forward," The Captain said, feeling the kolto kicking in. "Don't get too close to those damned Razhaks, yeah?"

This was all Chaf'arcar'usorn needed. Well, at least the Ascendancy had superb robotic tech available, and the Captain was covered for injuries sustained, so a replacement limb seemed highly likely...

"Copy that, Captain," Another Private said, before opening her comlink and contacting the Sergeant. "Sergeant Flaz'suz'safis, this is Private Kale'san'ison... there's been an injury, Captain Chaf'arcar'usorn is being taken to medical. We've been ordered to join your command, should we continue down this tunnel and randevous with you ahead?"
 

Matt the Radar Tech

ꜰɪxɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʀᴀᴅᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴜꜰꜰ
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UNKNOWN REGIONS


Ilum; Space.
Objective 1: The Pirate Base
[member=Flitha'urian'alan] | [member=Karisa] | [member=Sivan] | [member=Vhirr’bel'laminis] | [member="Kvelduf Ioscyn"] | [member="Lannis Morcus"]​
The Csahn'arcsi moved through the battlefield among the stars, pieces of hull and debris floating in its wake. By taking the focus of the pirates still remaining, it was the Vice Admiral's hope that the larger and more durable warship damage would justify the minimal damage elsewhere to other vessels. Still, the two remaining pirate Corvettes were firing laser cannons while attempting to flee the area, knowing the battle was lost, but being surrounded by Chiss forces made evasion near impossible. Meanwhile, the Admiral's fleet was mowing through the smaller fighters and support vessels like a possessed Rancor, closing with the orbital base.

"Sir, the frigate has been completely destroyed," Said one of the crewmen, updating the Vice Admiral who stood on the bridge. "Gunnery crews now engaging Corvettes."

Off to the starboard quarter, there was a brilliant flash as the pirate frigate exploded, atmosphere and gases and ordinance creating a bright expanding ball of fire, before the void of space quickly consumed it and all that remained was parts of broken hull, systems and debris. But the battlecruiser was focused elsewhere, the pirate's demise unceremoniously ignored in favor of dealing with the remaining threats their brethren posed. On the bridge, Mitth'orn'eruod saw numerous status reports coming in from his fleet battlegroup, noting that most were in good shape, with minimal losses. He felt that was due to overwhelming force against an ill-equipped pirate group, more so than anything else.

"Sir, the Admiral's flagship has destroyed the remaining Corvettes, all that remains is the base," Sensor crew updated, calling out from the lowered panel area. "Orders?"

"Open fire," Mitth'orn'eruod said simply, as he watched the distant flashes of the last pirate vessels exploding. "Have all starfighters return to hangars, maintain orbit and prepare to provide any assistance should the Admiral request it."

The bridge crew confirmed, before blue maser bolts began arcing toward the pirate base. While it was tempting to try to take it intact, the truth of the matter was that the CEDF had far superior defense platforms to use, and they wanted to eliminate any remaining traces of the pirates. That meant leaving nothing for them to come back to, or return for. Within several minutes of sustained fire from a number of Chiss warships, the base began to contort and rip itself apart, explosions punching out hull and filling the area with shattered remains of twisted metal, glasteel and components... and when it was all said and done, Mitth'orn'eruod could only smile, before the fleet began over watch in the space above Ilum.

"Excellent work, pass my congratulations to the all involved. I would like final status reports as soon as available on my personal bridge screens."

And with one last flash of explosive light, the pirate threat above Ilum had been dealt with.

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CEDF - 2nd Fleet, 1st Battlegroup
Commanding Officer:
  • Vice Admiral Mitth'orn'eruod
Command Vessel [Talon 1]:
Front-of-Line Vessels [Talon 2]:
Support Vessels [Talon 3]:
Fighters & Transport Vessels [Talon 4]:
 
When it raines, it pours.
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Ilum
Objective 3: Crystal Caves - clearing tunnels/mapping
MEMC 9th Battalion
[member="Farcarus"] | [member="Alezan"]


Theta squad moved efficiently into the next tunnel of the ice cave system. They were about halfway down the passage when startling comm traffic caught Flaz'suz'safis' attention.

Farcarus said:
"Sergeant Flaz'suz'safis, this is Private Kale'san'ison... there's been an injury, Captain Chaf'arcar'usorn is being taken to medical. We've been ordered to join your command, should we continue down this tunnel and randevous with you ahead?"
There wasn't time to think about the status of the CO's condition. Knowing he was being treated by medical is all Flaz'suz'safis needed at this point. What mattered most was to follow his last order and take command of his men. They would be shaken by this event and would need to be reassured so the squad Chaf'arcar'usorn was leading could finish their task effectively. The sooner the better too, then the 9th Battalion would be done and rally behind the Captain, that is if the Chiss was still alive.

"This is Sergeant Flaz'suz'safis. I copy you, Private. Affirmative. Continue to the junction with the rest of Alpha squad. I will meet you there with Theta squad. Precede with caution, over."

An affirmative answer was returned, then Theta One turned to her second in command. "Corporal Vun'urin'lomo... We will be absorbing Niner One's squad of greenies. Let's facilitate our sweep here quickly. I do not want the Alphas to panic if we are not at the junction when they arrive, then we can finish up the last of the tunnels and hopefully get the hell out of here without further incident."

"Roger that, Sergeant." ."
 
When it raines, it pours.
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Ilum, Ilum System, Unknown Regions
Aboard the CNS Vun'ruti
Objectives 1/Medical Support
[member="Farcarus"]


Brask'ari'sabosen monitored the conditions not only in the ensuing space battle, but also what was happening on the ground. With the pirates being subdued quiet easily by the CEDF forces in orbit without major incident, the Chief Medical Officer's attention went to the CEMC who were planetside securing the crystal caves.

Now that the space lanes were clear for the medevac shuttles to fly, there was no need to set up a Chiss Mobile Surgical Unit on Ilum itself, which was a good thing as the extreme elements encountered on the ice world made the Medical Corps' job much more difficult. Care of the patients received would not change, but they would be much more comfortable being treated on the medical frigate as a whole.

Word came to the battle surgeon that a Critical was coming in Code One. Brask'ari'sabosen and her team rushed to the Vun'ruti's hangar to meet the airlifted marine. The report was he was attacked by a Razhak in the ice tunnels, suffered an avulsion of his forearm, and now was in shock from hypovolemia.

Upon first assessment of the wound, surgical intervention would be needed; a below the elbow amputation with complete debridement of the stump as well as fluid resuscitation and broad spectrum antibiotics to prevent infection. Later, he would be fitted for a cybernetic prosthetic after the remaining limb was healed. Baring any complications, the marine officer should make a full recovery...

"Alert the OR we are coming ASAP, and prep a fresh kolto tank for post-op. Let's move people," Ari called out to the medical personnel with her, then she looked down at the pale male Chiss laying on the medsled. Amazing he was still semi-conscious with all the blood loss. The Sabosen gave his uninjured arm a soothing pat as they moved onto the turbo lift that would take them directly to the medbay, and flashed him a reassuring smile.

"Do not worry, Captain Chaf'arcar'usom... We will have you fixed up in no time. Stay strong. Stay positive. We have your back."

Brask'ari'sabosen knew from experience if wounded pilots and soldiers went into surgery with a good attitude, their outcome was much better. Sometimes it was as easy as mind over matter.
 
Objective: BYOO - investigate dyson sphere around Mayferria's third moon​
Location: moon of Amily, planet of Mayferria, system of Mayferria​
Ally: [member="Dezoti"]​
To be honest, Sentiri was not entirely sure what they would find on the bridge. This whole place was nothing but an enigma. But there were only so many critical compartments on spacefaring vessels that housed sensitive information. The bridge was a logical first step. Whether they would be successful in obtaining anything useful was beyond the Agent's projections as they walked through the irrationally tidy but completely empty corridors.

"That's the idea," Sentiri stated plainly, unsure of what else to say, and certain to not promise anything at all. "A blackbox would at least give us the log for this ship. What would be ideal, though, would be something that links the entire structure together. Maybe something similar to how hyperdrives can be linked using a slave circuit. After all, this ship must be receiving power from somewhere, despite being centuries old. Tracing that source is our primary objective at this point, since that point will likely also have the greatest database of information. And even maybe our missing AI."

Sentiri had begun to speculate. Oh well, what was the harm. After all, the way to the bridge was conveniently mapped out for them on Sentiri's datapad. The pad received all the pertinent information from the docking bay terminal that the device could handle. And there wasn't much to look at. They had nothing to look forward to seeing besides corridor upon empty corridor, followed by a few turbolifts before arriving to the bridge. The docking bay terminal had only been so helpful, as there was little more than directional and functional data stored there. That left the CEID Agent alone with her thoughts and her Commando accompaniment.

Finally, the pair reached the turbolift that would take them to the bridge. A soft tone hummed along in the background as they rose upwards through the ship. Sentiri was almost disappointed that they were without some mundane, repetitive tune. The least the AI could do was have a sense of humor. After all, what else could be responsible for keeping this ancient vessel in such prime condition, especially considering the vessel was unlikely to ever fly through space again. Why keep the ship clean? Where all of the other ships just as pristine? A thought crossed Sentiri's mind. "So if we do cross paths with this AI, would you do the talking? I might be a little busy with the computers."

The doors of the bridge opened and they found themselves alone.
 

Dezoti

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Ilum System, Unknown Regions
In Orbit of Mayferria
Objective BYOB- Investigation
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"AI huh? Great." Dezoti mumbled behind her helmet as she followed [member="Sentiri"] deeper into the ship. Not only did they have this creepy ship to go through that was maintained by seemingly mindless droids, but there was an intelligence that ran it all leagues above their own. A cold shiver went down her spine as she thought about what could be waiting for the pair as they neared the bridge.

Soon enough though, they made it there without a single bit of trouble. It really seemed like whatever was running the show didn't think the pair of Chiss were worth it's time or a threat. She wasn't sure which she preferred. She entered the room first, clearing it before she'd allow Sentiri to follow in. Once she was sure it was clear, the Commando waved a hand.

"Clear, for now. Get what we need so we can get out, yeah?"
 

Matt the Radar Tech

ꜰɪxɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʀᴀᴅᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴜꜰꜰ
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ILUM
Objective X: Don't die...
Location: CNS Vun'ruti
[member="Karisa"]

On the transport to the medical frigate, Chaf'arcar'usorn was shifting in and out of consciousness. The pain in his left arm was excruciating, despite the medication he had been given by the medics, but ultimately the Captain only had himself to blame. The wound had been dressed, the bleeding largely stopped until a more permanent solution was applied, and it was a matter of getting back to the specialists on the frigate. While being moved about on the hover-sled, red eyes dazed and mind wandering, Chaf'arcar'usorn heard a distant voice saying his name, to which he smiled, as the blurred visage of a medical officer cleared and was looking down at him.

"Oh yeah?" Chaf'arcar'usorn said in a hoarse voice, as bright lights flashed by overhead, hurting his eyes. "That's good... thanks, doc."

At that point, Chaf'arcar'usorn started to black out. He was no stranger to becoming unconscious, so instead of fighting it, he simply let it happen. If the medical team was sure about the survivability he had then there was no need to keep putting up with the pain and suffering. Besides, the Captain supposed there would be enough of that to come from the Niners, who would have no end of laughs about how Chaf'arcar'usorn had had his arm chomped off.

Honestly, how was Chaf'arcar'usorn to know a dead Razhak could still bite?

But thankfully he wasn't conscious long enough to think of an answer, as Chaf'arcar'usorn finally passed out.
 
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Ilum, Ilum System, Unknown Regions
Aboard the CNS Vun'ruti
Objectives 1/ X - Medical Support
[member="Farcarus"]


The surgery would take several hours before Brask'ari'sabosen was completely satisfied with the end product. The damage to the native skin, vessels, nerves, and bone was worse than initially thought. The battle surgeon had to do a bigger cut down and revision than she wanted too, but still was able to keep the amputation below the elbow, which was important for natural movement and fit of a cybernetic prosthetic.

When the surgical procedure was over with, Chaf'arcar'usorn was transferred to a waiting kolto tank. The Captain would be immersed in the healing solution for at least one standard cycle. He would be monitored continuously by a team of medical personnel in the critical care unit. The Marine's condition would be reevaluated at that time. If the stump was healing well and no sign of infection, then an additional surgery would be done to attach the new forearm. Whether it was a metal one or synflesh covered would be determine at that time.

Walking out to the waiting room, the doctor was greeted by a sea of anxious faces from the 9th Battalion. Brask'ari'sabosen crimson orbs made their round of the room, then she flashed the Niners a small smile.

"Captain Chaf'arcar'usorn's surgery went well. He is in critical though stable condition. If there are no complications in the next twenty-four hours, your commanding officer should make a full recovery. Now, I suggest you all go get some chow and rest. You may check back on him tomorrow."
 

Matt the Radar Tech

ꜰɪxɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʀᴀᴅᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴜꜰꜰ
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UNKNOWN SPACE


The Jedi Temple; Ilum
Objective 2: The Jedi Temple
The young Viziter's attention couldn't be contained any longer, as he moved back to the far wall and continued to read. It seemed there was some kind of tunnel or door one could access, if the rough translation of the ancient language was accurate. It was time to use the Force, it seemed. Chaf'ivl'oarrou reached within himself, letting out a calm breath, as he began to follow the ebb and flow of the powerful energy around him. Some Viziters focused on emotions, some on peace, while others on memories to utilize the power... but for Chaf'ivl'oarrou it came down to a strange sensation of pain. That was what he had responded to the most in his training.

The young Viziter reached up, one pinky finger grasped within his other fist - he snapped the digit.

As the pain washed over him, the world entered a new state of awareness and clarity, as the Force flowed like a raging river. Chaf'ivl'oarrou could feel it pushing him, guiding him, as he began to walk along the outer wall of the foyer, his hand tracing the cool surface. Meanwhile, the other hand - with the broken finger - was beginning to heal, as the Viziter channeled the Force into repairing the damaged tissue and bone. It would be alright later, but right now Chaf'ivl'oarrou had another focus, he really wanted to find the passage to whatever was in the secr--

"There," Chaf'ivl'oarrou muttered, his hand stopping. He pressed on a section of icy block. It moved, causing an opening to appear, filled with darkness within. "I'm going in, Exarch!"

Without waiting for a confirmation, nor fearing the unknown, Chaf'ivl'oarrou entered the tunnel. The young Chiss needed to see, and was met with his eyesight adjusting, the Force brightening his vision and allowing him to see through walls. Force Sight, if he recalled his training, and the new visual clarity allowed him to continue on his way. The tunnel was long, filled with stones and shards of ice, while being intensely cold. The temperature didn't bother him, as Chaf'ivl'oarrou was Chiss, and had grown up on Csilla. It was always cold there.

After what seemed a lifetime, the Viziter reached the end of the tunnel. But there was nothing there, just another wall.

What?

Chaf'ivl'oarrou frowned in the darkness, his usually red eyes now bright pale green. The Force Sight seemed... off... in this area, as though something wasn't quite right. He took a few moments to touch and press the wall in front of him, trying to find another secret entry or passage, but nothing seemed to work. With a huff of annoyance, the Viziter was prepared to abandon his search; but then he inclined his head, eyes narrowing, as he saw what seemed to be ancient letters sideways on the wall. He had thought them scratches.

Ignite...

It took Chaf'ivl'oarrou a moment, but he did just that with a gasp of realization. Activating the Viziter gauntlets lightblade on his right arm, the youth stabbed the glowing blade into the wall and began cutting along the outer edges, hoping to avoid whatever was behind. Perhaps it was some kind of ancient seal or something that kept the secret area hidden. Either way, within several moments the wall partition was removed, and Chaf'ivl'oarrou was greeted with a small desk within that held several items covered in dust.

"I found it! I found it!"

Chaf'ivl'oarrou grinned as he reached down, grasping the dusty square of a holocron. Beside that was a weird lightsaber handle made out of a warped, shaped wood. Now he could take both items back to the Viziter Academy for study!

"Yes! Time to get this back to the shuttle, then the academy..."

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[member="Rorschach"]​
 
When it raines, it pours.
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Ilum
Objective 3: Crystal Caves - clearing tunnels/mapping
MEMC 9th Battalion


It wasn't long before Theta squad met up with Captain Chaf'arcar'usorn's lone Alphas. The green marines were rattled from what had happened to their CO in tunnel six, but they had held it together and continued on with their mission as tasked. These newbies had been recruited to become one of the Niners... and today they showed why. Flaz'suz'safis would make sure to pass that bit of info along up the chain, but hopefully in person to the man she looked up to like an older brother.

"How we doing, Corporal Vun'urin'lomo? What's the sitrep with the topographers?" the sergeant inquired of her second in command.

"They are just finishing up with the last two tunnels. No further signs of trouble noted. I think we were lucky in that regard," he answered, then asked the big question hanging over all of them. "Have you heard any update about the cap'n?"

"All I know is the Captain made it to the medical frigate alive. He was rushed into surgery. Beyond that I don't know anything, but as soon as we're cleared here I'll try and get us permission to go see him. We are his family after all."

​The comm came alive with traffic... The mapping of Ilum's tunnel system was complete. Mop up orders were given with bug out to follow.

​"Well looks like this is a wrap. Get the squad ready to exfil."

"Now that is an order I like to hear. Roger that. Sergeant."
 
Rorschach was often very busy studying the images he had seen in the walls, glyphs of Jedi constructing their lightsabers thanks to the Kyber Crystals that had answered their call, and in fact he got too busy in reading the story to notice the young boy that had accompanied with him had tried to gain his attention. "Not now boy, can't you see I am studying the walls." He said clearly irritated for the moment, even though he wasn't that old having lived almost a century, he surely felt around the younglings that went with him on such missions that is.

Before he knew it, the boy had gone without him. "I swear one of these days me and that boy is gonna have a very long chat." He said in a grunt, always tired of the energetic young ones always pushing on ahead. "Sure don't stick to Rorschach he is just an old fool." He groaned silently to himself. Finishing his studies of the sculptured Ice walls, he would have to make a note to himself, to come by sometime in the future to study more if not set up a Vitizer outpost in the meantime, but he did notice the young man who ran off was now carrying several items, he gave the boy a nod and tried to hide his irritants.

Soon they found themselves departing the halls of the Jedi Temple, and the older Chiss made a note to himself, on how he very much wanted to study the Jedi should they ever find themselves coming to this world, but now he was pleased with the findings they managed to acquire.
 
Objective: BYOO - investigate dyson sphere around Mayferria's third moon​
Location: moon of Amily, planet of Mayferria, system of Mayferria​
Ally: [member="Dezoti"]​

The slicer waited for the signal from the Commando before exiting the turbolift. The bridge, no different than the corridors, was perfectly maintained. Any debris had been cleared and all of the seats were intact down to the artificial fibers of their padded rests. The consoles all glowed faintly, though without displaying any kind of content. The front viewport was the only oddity. Ship parts of other kinds could be seen just outside. Had they been in space, the proximity would have been frightening, but considering the vessels were all welded together and completely inert, the sight was more unsettling than alarming.

Sentiri gave the bridge a lookover, trying to make a determination for where the most information would be stored. The urge to start activating consoles was heavily overridden by her desire to not draw attention to the pair's presence in the construct. They hadn't been obstructed yet, but turning on some lights and flying through an otherwise open door seemed like simple things. Downloading sensitive data from a computer core was a far more severe action. One spot in particular seemed liked an obvious place to start. The Agent sat down in the captain's chair, and the panel on the armrest chimed as she did. A holo appeared from a projector. A brief piece of blue text hovered in the air.

Greetings.
If you are reading this message,
then I am no longer.
I was Captain of this vessel.
This ship is the Nurendun,
my home.
The former crew was left with final instructions after my demise.
I hope that this ship will serve Technis well.
It has served me and my family for many years.
If this is not Technis, then you must have come
upon this vessel at its behest.
It is gracious. Listen to its wisdom.
And let it learn from you in return.
Goodbye,
ret. Captain Gellia Betensei

Sentiri shut the message off after reading through for anything relevant. Aside from the sentiment that the former Captain was grateful to the AI construct, there wasn't much there. The AI must have been either incredibly persuasive or incredibly insidious to earn working ships in such manners rather than derelicts from scavenging. Less cynically, maybe the program offered something in exchange. Another mystery left unsolved for the time being as, when Sentiri powered up the Captain's console, no alert or sign they had been detected arose. The command console allowed her direct access to the blackbox. Sentiri cabled the probe droid to the chair and set the machine to download.

"Alright, we're in progress here," the Agent offered to the Commando. In a way, she almost felt bad. The mission had turned into a babysitting job for the soldier after all. While Sentiri was grateful they never came under fire or even had to defend themselves, she almost felt like the Commando's time could have been better spent elsewhere. "Thanks for having my back. Empty or not, this place is... eerie." Sentiri offered that with a small smile to Prusde'zoti'lore. She was sincerely glad the other woman was here, if only for the company. "Maybe next time we get paired, we can actually converse," Sentiri chided, as much at herself as at her Chiss compatriot. "Unless that's too unsoldierly."
 

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Dezoti snuck a glance to the message as it popped up, quickly reading through. So the AI was a welcome one. The Science division would love this. Her gaze again went around the room they were in, just in case this Technis wasn't as kind as the captain of old believed. But as much as her worry filled her the Agent eventually spoke up, and relief filled her mind. Finally the creepiness of this ship could be left behind.

At least, soon.

"It's no problem." Her helmet retracted as the Commando took her first breath of the stale air. It tasted clean, if old. Her red eyes fell upon Sentiri as she smiled. "That'd be nice, I feel. I'd like to avoid places like this that stress me out." She lowered her blaster, letting out a sigh. So far so good. "You almost done?"
 

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