Faction Silence at Arkan [Imperial Knights]

[Imperius Indomitus]

Arkan Station was one of the Imperial Knights's most secretive assets - an isolated black-site facility tasked with the containment, study, and neutralization of Force-related artifacts deemed too dangerous for conventional storage. Suspended in geostationary orbit over the dead world Belthas IV, the station's position in the Outer Rim shielded it from public knowledge and enemy surveillance. Manned by a skeleton crew of loyal Imperial Knights, sanctioned researchers, and advanced security droids, it operated in complete silence - until now.

Seventy-two hours ago, a distress signal escaped the void: a fragmented transmission full of static, corrupted audio, and flickering holovid fragments. Among the chaos, a few chilling phrases emerged: "containment breach", "they see us now", and "the darkness is awake." Since then, all communication with the station has ceased. No response. No telemetry. Nothing.

The Imperial Knight's Command issued a priority Theta-Seven order to investigate. A handpicked strike and recon team of Imperial Knights was mobilized - elite Force-users trained not only in combat, but also in resisting the corruptive influence of Sith relics and forbidden powers. Their mission: secure the station, recover any surviving personnel, identify the cause of the breach, and determine the fate of the Shard of Vhass'Karr, a newly discovered artifact recently delivered to Arkan's vaults.

HIGH PRIORITY
Intelligence Briefing

The Knight Intel dossier indicates that the station had recently brought in a rare artifact discovered on an uncharted ruin-world, marked only in fragmented Rakatan script as "Vhass'Karr." The object - a jagged crystalline shard with pulsing internal veins - exhibited a disturbing aura even when sealed in null-force containers. Preliminary logs from the Arkan science staff hinted at rising tensions, unexplainable system malfunctions, and psychological instability within the last two weeks. The final update mentioned a Knight reporting "whispers in the dark" and an order for full lockdown.

The presence of high-level Force containment tech, including isodural vaults and psi-nullifier fields, suggests that whatever broke free either bypassed or corrupted these systems from within. No escape pods have launched. No reactor meltdown has occurred. The silence is... absolute.

Objective: Investigate the fate of the station. Secure or destroy the Shard of Vhass'Karr.

Glory to the Empire!

 

[Imperius Indomitus]

W A R M A S T E R
INDOMITUS LEGION
Through war, we bring order.
Through strength, we bring unity.

A New Empire
From The Ashes We Rise

Isabelle Falco | Aron Thress

K N I G H T S​

Outer Rim | Belthas System | Knight Cruiser Hangar

Imperius stood silently in front of the droid which delivered the briefing, a holo-feed projecting from its head as it read out the information of the situation at hand. His large figure was unmoved, clad in black and golden armor, a deep crimson cape flowing from his shoulders, the face hidden behind a helemt, he could have been some warrior-king from a prosaic novel. The large sword at his belt, on which's pommel his left hand rested on, a lightsaber hilt at the other side of his hip.

The Imperial Knights were a venerable institution and dire need of reinforcements, both in manpower terms as well as to carve a justification for existence in the new Empire, leading the military and security efforts and showing that not all those who were attuned to the Force sought personal glory, power or nihilistic beliefs. He had been an Imperial Knight under Rurik Fel, fighting the Sith, the Maw and the Alliance as well as other threats and to see this order restored was very necessary. A new Empire required a strong hand that could wield a blade against Jedi and Sith, a strong blade with a purpose.

He did not know any of the Knights present, but he hoped to experience their readiness and share his own, to fulfill the duty they set out to accomplish. There was honor, valor and loyalty to be gained and spread, a new Empire to be forged. They shared that vision. Hence why Imperius is here to aid on their distress mission.

From behind his vizor he eyed the other Knights, curious as to their reactions to the mission.

 

[Velcarin]

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Knight Cruiser Hangar, Belthas system, Outer Rim Territories;
The Silence at Arkan.
Tag: Imperius Indomitus

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"Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate....leads to suffering."
-- Yoda.

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SERAPH I.
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Artificial blue light cast it's shadow upon Velcarin as she listened to the mission briefing. There was no-where else that she would rather be. It had been a long time she had given herself over to the Imperial paradigm that now ruled her. No room for questions, or to think for herself. It was easier this way to follow, and obey. From the castle on New Alderaan, where The Inquisitorious lived, she had been sent to the Belthas system to be briefed on an incident at a black-ops site in a place she had not heard of before. Not that it mattered even if she had heard of this place before. If they told her to go somewhere then there she went. That was the job, and it was simpler to obey. To follow.

Very little seemed to matter after what they had done after Nespis VIII. There was only the job, and the instructions it gave. Nothing more, nothing less. Devout, and privileged to serve the confederation as they saw fit. So she sat there, listening intently, focused and resolute. They had sent for Velcarin due to manpower shortages. The coalition which consisted of The Empire Reborn, The Imperial Sector Authority, and The Risen Empire whom had founded the coalition that she existed only to now serve was still in the early stages of it's infancy, and so with only little to work with, they had sent her to fill in.

Nothing more, nothing less. To obey was to be happy. To serve the confederation, and it's leadership, was to be content.

As a former Jedi, Velcarin possessed some expertise when it came to handling Force-artefacts such as the one being described in the mission briefing. While the blue hue of the artificial lighting of the holographic continued to play, which cast it's eerie light across The Dark Sister and the others sent to be debriefed, Velcarin did not turn to look around the room like her cohort in Imperius Indomitus was doing. There was no curiosity or consideration for the others here. Just the job: investigate what happened to Arkan Station, and to neutralize the threat. That was it.

No more, no less.

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[Pel Grennin]

Pel had plans for his retirement.

It hadn't been an immediate thing, though he certainly had access to enough wealth to justify retiring at an early age. But he'd had a long career, full of accomplishments and innovations, and had teenage children who, thus far, didn't hate him.

He was, frankly, doing much better than most in the Galaxy. He'd been happy with that, and had made plans to eventually cut back on his projects and ambitions and help guide a new generation into leadership positions in the Empire of the Lost, and would have the opportunity to look back on a life few people could be satisfied with.

And then the Empire of the Lost collapsed.

If Pel had wanted to, he could have liquidated some of his holdings elsewhere in the Galaxy, taken his family, and run off somewhere else where he would be less likely to be caught up in the chaos of it all. But Pel Grennin had already shied away from responsibility, tried to keep his head down and live well, and on his watch, the best chance the Empire had of reclaiming its glory had fallen apart around him.

That would not happen again, not on his watch.

Pel was familiar with places like Arkan Station. His duties for the Empire of the Lost had been similar - recover Dark Side artifacts that were causing problems and store or dispose of them. He saw little value in Sith artifacts, and so he tended to have them destroyed. Some, however, were more difficult than others.

And so, here he was, part of an Inquisition he hadn't founded, cleaning up a mess he hadn't had a part in making. Such was the job; he had seen what had happened when it was someone else.

Where the others, such as Imperius Indomitus and Velcarin were staring forward, focused on nothing else, Pel was drinking a cup of over-sweetened caf.

"Rakatan artifacts tend to have a focus on control, of enslaving others to the will of the user. They were obsessed with commanding slaves and armies to their bidding. You may be tempted to cut yourself off from others. This is a mistake that such artifacts will use against you," Pel said. He took a sip from his cup, "In isolation, you are easier to conquer. We must act as a unit. We must be responsible for each others' well-being, as well as ourselves. You have greater power within yourselves than you realize. If one of us falters, the others will reinforce them. This is true as much as in any combat we might see as it will be in our own minds. We are together, and we are with the Force."

He took another sip.

"You are not weak for asking for help. You are strong enough to admit it when it happens. Do not falter alone. Stubbornness and arrogance is our foe here."

Pel stood next to Velcarin, and spoke softly, "That goes double for us. We have few friends here. They will expect us to be the weak link. Among these Knights, we are the outsiders, and, frankly, we are outsiders to each other. If I'm right about this artifact, then our team is the mission. Our divisions are our weakness. Let us show them, and ourselves, what it means to be a Brother and a Sister of the Inquisition."

He gave her a brief smile. He did not expect her to accept his sincerity - not yet, especially after everything she'd been through recently. Contrary to the idioms, though, words were their own kind of action, and he knew they had to be spoken.

 

[Aron Thress]

O B J E C T I V E
Location: Outer Rim | Belthas System | Knight Cruiser Hangar
Tags: Imperius Indomitus Pel Grennin Velcarin


Aron shuffled back and forth silently, adjusting the armor’s fit on his shoulders and testing his range of motion. He was used to non constricting, flowing clothing. In fact, he’d never worn armor a day in his life prior to this. The red plating did provide him some sort of comfort, though. Aron wasn’t sure how much protection the Imperial Knight armor actually provided, wasn’t particularly interested in testing that, but was happy to be wearing something all the same.


As he shifted his weight from side to side anxiously, the desire to begin this mission grew.
People trying to control something they didn’t understand. A tale as old as time, but one of the reasons he saw fit to come out this way, serve with these Imperials. The chance to do some good, any good, felt like it mattered more out here then it ever would in Alliance space, but right now he just hoped someone was still alive. Personal glory didn’t matter, the Imperial's honor didn’t matter, nor did their research.


The Imperial Confederation had a promise they had to live up too. Help provide security and order to those that had none. It was this promise that drew Aron here, that and the promise of servitude to the light. Perhaps it was naivety, but to Aron, there was nothing to learn from any darkside artifacts. Destroy what he found if he found it first. Take no chances. He’d clean this mess, but he wasn’t their janitor.

Armor was nice, though.

 

[Imperius Indomitus]

W A R M A S T E R
INDOMITUS LEGION
Through war, we bring order.
Through strength, we bring unity.

A New Empire
From The Ashes We Rise

Aron Thress | Velcarin | Pel Grennin

K N I G H T S​

Outer Rim | Belthas System | Knight Cruiser Hangar

Silence was indeed something that was too common. The brooding type was exceedingly popular among the younger generations of warriors, choosing to impress through an outward calculating manner. It was understandable - to a limited degree - for Inquisitors to be somewhat distanced to those they were tasked to watch and he approved of it. But going into a combat scenario that had the potential for casualties and more than challenging mental risks, it was better to know those around than to bolster one's silence.

Luckily Grennin had no such restraints and used every opportunity that was given to him, to fill it with a stream of verbal information. At least, most times it was information. If it were not mission specific and actually helpful insights he was giving, Imperius would have shut him down already. There was no time or opportunity for anything but relevant information.

"Inquisitor Dessico is correct, in more than one way. We are stronger when we are together, no lone-wolf tours, no unnecessary heroism. We are going to either rescue or kill former brethren and comrades, that will be taxing. Yet more importantly, we will be destroying the artifact that is responsible for this. Be watchful, even if you consider your mind stalwart, watch that your emotions do not triumph in combat. We are Iron."

Imperius' voice was deep and commanding, yet it did carry some warm undertones of eagerness and care, even if it was distorted through the helmet he wore.

"Nobody is going to die for a stranger." With a slow and deliberate movement, his hands clasped the helmet and removed it, accompanied by a sound of decompression. It revealed the face of a Sith Pureblood with black eyes, typical tendrils from brows and chin, deep markings and signs of cybernetics. Black hair was neatly tied up at the back of his head, streaks of white in it. "I am Imperius, I have served as an Imperial Knight under the last Empire."

Soon after the signal would come that they were in position, the shuttle was ready to carry them to the station with a Company of the 181st Stormtrooper Legion ready to jump in as quick reaction force which remained on the cruiser.

The flight to the station would be without interruption, without disturbances and without getting hailed from the station itself. Codes overriding their security measures allowed the shuttle carrying the strike team to land in one of the hangars without difficulties. But it was here where their true mission would begin, where their mental resolve and strength would be trialed. The Imperial Knights and Inquisitors of the new Empire might find their match here and grow beyond it or falter.

 

[Velcarin]

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Knight Cruiser Hangar, Belthas system, Outer Rim Territories;
The Silence at Arkan.
Tag: Aron Thress | Imperius Indomitus | Pel Grennin

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SERAPH I
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"That goes double for us. We have few friends here. They will expect us to be the weak link. Among these Knights, we are the outsiders, and, frankly, we are outsiders to each other. If I'm right about this artifact, then our team is the mission. Our divisions are our weakness. Let us show them, and ourselves, what it means to be a Brother and a Sister of the Inquisition."

Velcarin simply nodded to Pel as he spoke to her, muttering: "Yes."

There was an irony in the words of her Dark Brother. If not for the conditioning that she had been put through, following her capture on Nespis VIII, then she might have taken pause to consider it, and mull it over. They spoke of comradeship and yet, in the detention block where The Inqusisitorious had began their indoctrination of the former Jedi Knight, they had spoken of no such thing. Kindness and compassion were to be replaced with efficiency and focus. There was no room for others, or even yourself: just the instruction, the work, the job. Execute it diligently, and efficiently, with no room for failure. Get it done.

Yet this man-- Imperius Indomitus , and her Dark Brother, Pel Grennin -- spoke of the need for togetherness during this clandestine operation. The recovered artefact, which was deemed responsible and subsequently described during the debriefing regarding this incident at Arkan Station, allegedly required them to be one unit. She would oblige them. Play her part well. Even if she had to fake it. As they stood up to their feet to leave the briefing, with introductions being made among the throng of Imperial Knights and Inquisitors sent to solve the incident at hand, Velcarin introduced herself quietly:

"Velcarin. Inquisitor. Here to assist Lord Indomitus, and the Imperial Knights regarding The Arkan Incident."

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Black-ops transport, Arkan team, Seventeen hours later.
Objective I: Assess the Arkan Station for signs of life. Locate missing personnel and learn more about The Arkan Incident.
Objective II: Locate Rakatan Artefact and assess the danger. Determine whether it is recoverable or to be destroyed.

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The transport rattled as the engines hummed on approach to Arkan Station. In the co-pilot seat sat Velcarin with a focused gaze upon the dashboard in front of her. Leaning forward into the intercom, she messaged the others in the back of the cockpit: "On approach vector to Arkan Station. Two minutes out. Transmitting overrides now. Disabled securing measures."

Averting her gaze from the intercom, Velcarin worked her fingers across the dashboard, and a few buttons pressed later, she transmited override codes to the station to disable security measures. As the transport continued it's approach a klaxon wailed throughout the ship elevating the tension and exciting the senses as scanners picked up weapon systems activating along the starboard bowl. "My stick," Velcarin informed her co-pilot as she took hold of the controls and allowed herself to delve into her latent Force abilities in anticipation of an attack.

It never came. As the klaxon wailed, scanners detected the weapon systems-- which were previously warming up after detecting the transport on approach-- were now deactivating as the security overrides procured by Imperius Indomitus did their work. With her free hand, Velcarin deactivated the klaxon and then with both hands she primed the nose of the transport towards the hangar bay which led into the bowels of Arkan Station.

"Taking us in. Weapons armed and ready."

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[Pel Grennin]

Pel did not need to give more of an introduction than stating he was the First Brother of the Inquisition. No, his introduction was something far more intimate. For the ride there, Pel meditated, floating in the air as he did so, touching the minds and emotions of each of those who were with him on the mission. Battle Meditation was one of the only techniques he'd sought out to learn in his time fighting for the Sith Order, because he'd known, or at least believed, he was weaker than most of his counterparts, and that he would have to rely on those who did not touch the Force in the same way as he was.

Over the years, his Battle Meditation had helped ordinary Stormtroopers overcome some of the fiercest Sith warriors and berserkers in the Galaxy, and he was doing so again here. He knew that the Imperial Knights would be resistant against a 'tainted' Force User like himself - as if their own Order's history was not filled with corrupt men and women as much as it was filled with heroes - but he only needed a light touch to begin coordinating them. It was not only his own presence he was making them aware of - it was all of them. Even when his meditations ended, they would remain in synch with one another, with himself, and Imperius Indomitus , and even the broken Velcarin . Through him, they would be aligned.

As they began to land, Pel stood, his feet barely able to reach the floor as he stepped out of the meditation, and pat the clearly nervous Aron Thress on the shoulder.

"No need to be afraid. There will be plenty of reasons soon enough. We are aligned. Why don't you and I step out first together?" he offered.

 

[Caliban Arkay]

Tags: Imperius Indomitus Aron Thress Pel Grennin Velcarin

The shuttle hummed low around him, a steel coffin cutting through the black, carrying a motley crew of knights and inquisitors. Imperius Indomitus stood like a statue forged from cold iron and darker purpose, Caliban could feel his strength in the force, having such an ally reassured him. Pel Grennin hovered in his quiet meditation,weaving his silent web of battle meditation around the group, Caliban felt its tendrils call to him and embraced, there would be no point in jeopardizing the mission by resisting it. Aron Thress fidgeted nearby though he sensed no fear from him, only restlessness.

Caliban's eyes darted between them, but it was all strangers here. Fresh to the Inquisition, he knew no one beyond their clipped introductions. There was no camaraderie there, just duty. But he'd heard the first brother's speech earlier, about needing to stay together, and he agreed, cooperation would be critical.

As Grennin came down from his meditation and touched Aron's shoulder, Caliban watched the exchange quietly. He was still the new man here. Only recently awoken from thousands of years in a cryo pod, thrust into the shadows of the Inquisition with barely time to understand the weight on his shoulders. Two missions, under his belt, not enough to warrant much of a reputation.

The shuttle's door would soon open, he studied the room one last time. It would be better to defer to the others on this mission, he was still not accustomed to the protocols and intricacies of this new empire.

When he finally spoke, his voice was cold, measured. "Lead the way."

 

[Aron Thress]

O B J E C T I V E
Location: Outer Rim | Belthas System | Transport
Tags: Caliban Arkay Imperius Indomitus Pel Grennin Velcarin

Aron said nothing, maintaining his polite and anxious silence as he made his way into the shuttle. Finally, he thought. Soon enough the mission would begin in earnest, and this mess that had been created can just be cleaned.

He kept his mind facing inward, thinking about the decision to come here, be apart of this growing Empire, and wondered silently to himself if he’d made the right choice before shaking his head and exhaling softly. It didn’t matter, not anymore. He was here, and he had a job to do, and that’s all that mattered. This introspection was disturbed at the feeling of another presence. One he didn't recognize or particularly appreciate.

The clasped hand on his shoulder startled him, and he couldn’t help but jump at the sudden sensation he hadn’t expected. Aron turned and looked to see who it was that decided to touch him and saw a face he didn’t recognize. Not that that was unexpected, Aron didn’t recognize anyone here. He didn’t know anyone yet.

“Afraid?” he repeated, raising his eyebrow in confusion as his eyes met the stranger, “I’m not afraid,” he corrected, his voice held steady as he spoke. “Anxious, maybe. Eager to do the job. Nervous being around people I don’t know," he paused, biting the inside of his cheek, "And I don’t trust.” He said, his eyes never leaving the Inquisitors, and he slowly shook his head. “But not afraid.” He turned his gaze away from the stranger as the ship landed. "Mhm, we are aligned," he agreed, muttering the words, "to what end, I wonder," he finished with a click of his tongue and for a brief moment allowed his mind to wander again.

The sight of Iziz burning flashed into his thoughts. Partisans executed at the orders of a fully cybernetic Sith Lord. Innocents, murdered and the battle that followed, the horrors of war he’d witnessed. Aron willed the memory away as quickly as it came, and looked around towards the others in the shuttle. Now here he was as a servant of an Empire, working with those that’d have been his enemy a year ago. Aron shook his head. Maybe the stranger was right. Maybe it was fear that caused his feet to shift. But not at whatever they’d find. It was fear that he’d made a mistake.

The shuttle came to a relatively smooth halt in the hangar and as it did so Aron took the time to prepare himself. After a sharp exhale, he reached down to his belt and grabbed his lightsaber hilt from it, gripping it loosely as the door slid open with a mechanical hiss. Despite his misgivings of offering his back to these strangers, the Jedi in him compelled him to be among the first to step out anyway, to protect his allies. Training not so easily overridden.

They were aligned, they were his comrades. Whatever the cause of this, whoever to blame, they faced it together.

 

[Imperius Indomitus]

W A R M A S T E R
LORD INDOMITUS
Through war, we bring order.
Through strength, we bring unity.

A New Empire
From The Ashes We Rise

Aron Thress | Velcarin | Pel Grennin | Caliban Arkay

K N I G H T S​

Outer Rim | Belthas System | Arkan Station

It was unusual for Imperius to stand back and let someone else pilot the shuttle. He wasn't used to it in recent years, having been in the cockpit more often than in the passenger cabin. His gaze observed the efficient and professional handling of the shuttle by the co-pilot and the Inquisitor, a compulsory check to see if he was in good hands, standing behind the pair. It was a quick decision to wordlessly approve of their work and let them do it undisturbed.

His enhanced audio and hearing picked up the brief exchange between Grennin and Thress, marking the latter as a potential weak link that the opposition might exploit. Doubt should be replaced by duty. These new Imperial Knights needed guidance and inspiration.

"Stay together. Remember your training." Were the only words of encouragement he offered to begin as the ramp lowered and the depths of Arkan Station came to greet them.

Expecting the far too talkative Inquisitor and the anxious Knight to take the lead as announced, Imperius followed right behind them, his right hand having unclipped the blaster from its mag-holster on his thigh, holding it up now as he marched down the ramp. His armors systems started scanning the hangar right away, seeking bio signatures and evaluating the environment.

The hangar was empty. It was extremely empty to say the least, no other space craft were present, not even the hint of equipment. It was clinically clean. Even for Knights or other Imperial operations, this was more than odd for readiness and activity were part of their strength. Cleanliness was not. There were no signs of life or traces of combat in their vicinity. Only several exits opposite the ray shielded entrance they came in from. The only indicator that something was not right were the emergency lights, dimming everything in deep red.

"Guard the ship." Lord Indomitus nodded to the co-pilot. "We go in. The Command Station is on the top deck, adjacent here are quarters, storages and the medbay. Below are the containment and research decks. Suggestions?"

He knew what he would do, but he was not here to exercise authority and force alone, the Knights needed to regain confidence, even if the Inquisitors here were not part of the Knights - in the organisation and structure that Imperius knew and envisioned, they were.

 

[Pel Grennin]

As Pel had indicated, he was the first one through, his Inquisitorial Lightsaber lit and ready for incoming fire as he stepped off the ramp. The lack of opposition was equal parts anticlimactic as it was disappointing. As much as Pel didn't want to kill any loyal warriors of the Empire, he was looking forward to showing off at least a little. This was, after all, one of the first operations with multiple Inquisitors alongside the Imperial Knights. There was a lot at stake, at least politically. Still he tried to keep those thoughts to himself, even with as much as he had opened up to the lot of them. Dwelling on such ambitions was not exactly healthy, but he wasn't about to deny them, either.

After the last few missions he'd been on, Pel was hoping for something more straightforward either way.

"The artifact, if it does, in fact, seize control of subjects, is likely to have been brought to a secure area with plenty of connections to the rest of the station, so that it, or whomever is wielding it, is able to exert control. The bridge is likely, but obvious. My best guess would be security for the research decks, where it can better control the other artifacts, but still reach command. Whatever else is kept here may also be compromised and attempted to be used against us. Either way, securing those artifacts should be a high priority so that the situation doesn't escalate," Pel recommended.

 

[Velcarin]

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Knight Cruiser Hangar, Belthas system, Outer Rim Territories;
The Silence at Arkan.
Tags: Caliban Arkay | Imperius Indomitus | Aron Thress | Pel Grennin |

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The hum of the transports engines increased in noise, adding to the tension and trepidation of the group within, as Velcarin guided them through the dark, eerie mouth of Arkan Station and into a hangar bay that should be teeming with activity but was eerily silenced. Lowering the landing ramps and running through procedures, Velcarin reached out to the communique to arrange for inspection and docking procedures with the station's crew. It was procedure for an officer to be waiting for them at the foot of the landing ramp, usually accompanied by a protocol and astromech droid, where they would ask routine questions and request their flight plan to verify identification, operating numbers and the reasons as to why they were here.

But as her hand reached out, guided by routine and normalcy, Velcarin hesitated and then slowly lowered it back to her side. Her eyes peered through the viewing port of the transport and saw no officer walking towards them as it had been usually the hundred or so more other times that she had docked onto an Imperial station to carry out her orders. There was no-one waiting on the other side. Just silence and the eerie feeling that something was wrong.

As she unstrapped herself from the pilot's seat, Velcarin moved past the co-pilot and lowered her palm to the utility belt which hung there. She drew her Lightsaber hilt but did not activate the weapon. It was a precautionary measure now that they were here in Arkan Station. As the others in the strike team gathered at the base of the ramp, Velcarin moved past them as they deliberated on where to begin their search for the alleged Rakatan artefact that had been recovered, and the apparently missing crew. She swept the hangar bay with purpose to look for signs of threats and danger but found nothing.

Turning back, as Imperius Indomitus asked for suggestions, Velcarin volunteered some: "Three Inquisitors, two Knights. We should split into two groups in order to cover the most ground and expedite the completion of our objectives." A hand gestured to Pel Grennin and Caliban Arkay . "The Inquisitorious should handle the recovery of the artefact. We are the ones trained for this. The two Temple Knights should make way to the bridge. The weapon systems of the station were still operational on approach therefore it gives credence to other systems, such as scanners and life support, are still functional. You can use them to find the missing crew."

As she explained her suggestions to Imperius Indomitus -- a man who towered her in size, and strength-- it was clear that her words were more than that. They were instructions designed to expedite the matter and make their strike-team more efficient because as she finished explaining her thoughts to the group, Velcarin nodded to Pel Grennin and Caliban Arkay to follow her out of the hangar bay and into the nearby junction which split off into the other areas of the station.

While holding her deactivated hilt in one hand, Velcarin held aloft in the other a datapad which registered the life signs of all five members of the strike-team and the drawn out schematics of Arkan Station. Using the map as guidance, she led her fellow Inquisitors into the bowels of the station in search for the alleged artefact with a sensation of empowerment and determined focus alleviated by the powers of Grennin and his battle meditation.

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