Private Ruby's Grace

[Darth Acharon]

Cyrus let out a bark of pain and frustration as another wave of sparks shot out from the open terminal before him. A fresh series of hot flashes cut across his exposed arms and face as he stepped back, tossing the wrench at the wall in frustration. Cyrus had been returning from a self decided mission to the Unknown Regions onboard the Ruby Path when the hyperdrive decided to suddenly, and rather dramatically as Cyrus recalled, die. The sudden shock of dropping out of hyperspace, tied together with his rather...creative repair work over the past few weeks while he was away from the Sith Empire, all came together to create a rather grand mess of things.

"I'm no bloody mechanic..." The words had barely left his mouth when the terminal in front of him exploded, sending a wave of spark and shrapnel in every direction. Cyrus barely had time to extended his hand in front of him, willing a brief blast of Force energy to create a shield in front of him. A piece of shrapnel was still able to get through his hasty defense, and he felt a fresh cut open across his cheek. Dropping the shield, Cyrus leapt forward, slamming his fist in frustration against the bulkhead of the ship. "And you are barely a ship! Are you trying to get us both killed? No one is gonna find you out here if you knock me off you overpriced piece of durasteel."

Cyrus paused then, staring into nothingness for a moment before he shook his head, turning away from his "work station" and making his way towards the bridge. He had been alone for too long these past few weeks, and it was starting to show. Climbing the few steps that separated the cockpit from the rest of the vessel, Cyrus flopped down into the pilots chair, which creaked and groaned under the pressure. Another thing he would have to get fixed, if he ever made it back to Imperial space.

Then again, he was still unsure if he wanted to go back.

 

[Aspect of Passion]

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Lost in Sith Space

The bridge of the corvette was quiet as Nara's glazed over stare looked into the empty darkness. It had been days since they had any signal, any sign of transport or fleet to raid - and the Fist of the Emperor demanded his tithe. With an exhale too lazy to spread her lips, she groaned and shot an annoyed glance to the bridge commander - who idled his own chair, stiff in fear of her wraith.​

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"Come on, there has to be something out there!", she commanded, as though the mere act would indeed create a trade log out of thin air.​

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"Mam, you must understand - with the enroaching fleets of both the Galactic Alliance and the New Imperial Order there is hardly any trade -", he began before being cut off.​

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"Quiet, naive.", she growled. It wasn't that he was wrong, it was just that she refused to be challenged with an excuse to openly.​

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She would punish him for such a transgression later.​

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"Mam...", a sensor operator said as he pulled the headphones off and gave her a weary glance.​

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She raised an eyebrow instead of responding.​

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"There appears to be a ship that just fell out of hyperspace. It doesn't look like much, and it has no registered flight log. Should we investigate?", he asked.​

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A mystery. While it wasn't a trade vessel, perhaps it was the lost ship of Antilles - forever twisting through the hyperlanes due to a relavistic breakdown in his hyperdrive. She mused for a moment before pointing forward - into the void.​

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"Take us there. I want to see it for myself."​

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Darth Acharon​

 

[Darth Acharon]

Cyrus was sitting in the pilots chair, his feet propped up on the terminal before him as he looked at the datapad in his hand. He had pulled the device from the ships primary command console, and on its screen was a rolling wall of text giving him a full diagnostic of the ship. After a certain point, Cyrus thinks it was around where the datapad started talking about internal thermal pressure, he began to gloss over it. Scrolling a finger across the screen, he began muttering to himself as the wall of text began to turn red, as he got to the portion of the update where the datapad told him what was no longer working.

"Primary power, offline. Back Up life support, offline. Aft lighting, offline. Waste disposal...working in reverse." He could barely control the shudder on his as he read that last one, knowing it had been several days since he had last emptied the ships waste system. Continuing to look through the datapad, Cyrus lost focus on it when a blaring siren began to go off in the cockpit. Glancing up from the datapad, he saw the proximity warning sensor flashing a bright red. Glancing back down at the datapad, he looked for that system to be on the list of broken or faulty things. It did not make any sense for him to be out this far, let alone another ship.

"Proximity warning sensors...online. Well, kark." Cyrus pushed himself to his feet, stretching his back as he turned his upper body in slow circles. Walking across the small space of the bridge and slapped the side of the display terminal. After a few seconds, a highly distorted image of an approaching vessel played across the small screen, though he could not make out any detail. "Seems we are going to have company Ruby. Best get ready to roll out the welcome mat."

Aspect of Passion

 

[Aspect of Passion]

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Lost in Sith Space

The tractor beams took hold with a violent shake of the drifting vessel - dead in the water and tangled on the line of the Sith Ship. Darth Nara coo'ed slightly in her seat as both ships shook from the magnetic clamping dock reached out and began to cut a hole in the opposite vessel - deep, through layers of durasteel, as sparks of plasma flew into the void of space before disappearing under its cold embrace.​

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She lifted herself from the chair and began to move towards the docking bay, a slight swagger in her step. Long had it been since a ship had come her way, and she would search this one for everything it was worth - no matter what or who was onboard. Though there was a momentary thought of it being infected with Blackwing, she idled the thought aside to better allow herself the joy of such a catch.​

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When the cutting was complete, a group of sith marched behind her as she entered - black leather strapped over her stomach twisting as she glanced around at the oodles of nothing before her. Empty, dank, slightly moldy - she curled a lip up in digust at the lack of treasure.​

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"This better be worth my time...", he said with some anger towards herself, marching herself towards the bridge, keeping her eyes trained for anything still moving.​

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Darth Acharon​

 

[Darth Acharon]

Cyrus felt the tractor beam take hold of the Ruby's Path, glancing out into the void of space for the briefest of moments before he continued what he had been doing. The combat robes he had from the Sith Empire were not much, several layers of cloth wrapped in the slightest amount of armorweave, to offer at least a thought of protection to the wearer. He had been given them by his former master not long before Cyrus had set out into the galaxy proper, and he could only hope they would be of some use now.

He had just finished tying the belt around his waist when the magnetic clamp began to carve through his ship. He did not try to control the flash of anger he felt, the disgusting taste filling his mouth at the sight of his ship being torn apart. It might have become a piece of kark in the recent months, but it was still his ship. Turning, he extended his hand as he walked down the ramp of the bridge. His saberstaff flew into his outstretched hand, and he gripped the familiar cold metal tightly as he marched to meet whoever had decided to ruin his day.

Cyrus had just stepped down the few stairs separating the bridge from the rest of the vessel when he saw the woman walking towards him. Lowering his head slightly, Cyrus put himself between her and the bridge while angling his body to be prepared for sudden action. "I would have cleaned up a bit if you guys had let me know you were coming. Now I just feel embarrassed." He tried to keep his tone neutral as he looked at the individuals who came with the woman, a sinking feeling starting to grip his chest.

"Now, before I ask you all your name, could I interest you in getting the kark off my ship?"

Aspect of Passion

 

[Aspect of Passion]

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Lost in Sith Space

Nara paused as Acharon entered the room, her eyes glued in a more than obvious gesture at his saber staff. Her face betrayed the sudden excitement she felt - bland and unfeeling, her apathetic expression moved to meet his as the others in the room raised their weapons and pointed them. An unknown was an unknown, and they wouldn't hesitate to fire.​

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"Do you know how to use that thing, or did you just get carried away? Never too late to apologize.", she said with a slowly widening grin.​

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"What's up with this junker anyway? Get lost in space and the Fuel Rats not saving you?"​

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Darth Acharon​

 

[Darth Acharon]

The corner of Cyrus's mouth quirked up as he twirled the saberstaff in his hand slowly. Outnumbered, corned, and staring down the barrel of several blasters while a Sith by his guessing traded jabs with him. All in all, it was not the most awkward encounter Cyrus had ever had, but it was one of the most agitating. Gripping the saberstaff once again firmly in his hands, Cyrus turned one of the ends towards the woman before him, a smile spreading on his face.

"Tsk tsk, asking how well I can perform before even exchanging names. Have you no dignity." The smile he forced to his face did not falter as he looked around the Ruby Path, his eyes briefly focusing on a still exposed panel of wiring. Turning his head back to focus on the woman, he let the smile fall from his face as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Sometimes the best chance to see new things is when you get lost in space. Credits don't exactly flow nicely when you see lots of these new things you know."

Aspect of Passion

 

[Aspect of Passion]

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Lost in Sith Space

"Alone, floating in space, and poor as feth.", she groaned before putting away her lightsaber - likely only here for the loot.​

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Another sith wasn't the worst thing to come across, but it also wasn't worth it if there wasn't anything to gain. The Worm Emperor encouraged Kaggaths, but what was she to earn? A broken ship with bad wiring? A saberstaff she could get from anyone? It didn't matter. She motioned for the others to look around for any stragglers before glancing back.​

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"You got anything worth its weight in here, or all junk?", she said with a cock of her brow, crossing her arms over her chest.​

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"... Also, you a Zambrano Loyalist?"​

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Darth Acharon​