Holonet So you wanna buy a Jedi Ship?

[Thexann Pehnataur]

HOLONET BROADCAST — ENCRYPTED OPEN CHANNEL

[TRANSCRIPT — ATTENTION ALL MERCHANTS | RE: OPPORTUNITY TO TRADE HIGH-VALUE WARES]
"To all recognized trade facilitators and legitimate business owners:
We are currently seeking private parties with access to niche collections of rare and unconventional value. Items of cultural significance, incomplete manifests, or pieces that have become... displaced due to recent sector-wide instability are of particular interest.
We are offering high-tier, legacy-registered conveyances and historically significant transports, along with equivalent compensation, for those who may be in possession of particular wares that are no longer on the open market. The nature of the exchange is sensitive. Discretion and trust are key.
Interested proprietors may respond with their available holdings and a secure relay node. Only serious inquiries. You'll know if this message is for you."
—Sender ID: Hydian Blue
—Trace Status: Bounced through 12 Outer Rim relays, origin unverified.

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WHAT THIS MESSAGE SECRETLY SIGNALS TO QEKKO:

• "Displaced due to recent instability" = looted, smuggled, or stolen goods.
• "Legacy-registered conveyances" = ships with clean names but missing logs (perfect for laundering).
• "You'll know if this message is for you" = Qekko definitely knows. Especially if he's been fishing for Jedi-related assets.

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@Jerec Asyr

 

[Jerec Asyr]

QUEKKO'S CHOICE SHIP EMPORIUM, LUM ROUGE, SEVEN CORNERS, DENON


"Historically significant transports!? Legacy-registered conveyances!?"

Jerec read the advisory with high and rising interest. What it sounded like was this: someone who knew their business had stolen some neat elite ships while the Empire stole the Core.

His cousins' proactive attempt to trace the advisory had come up empty. Between that and the purported ship theft, this sounded like someone worth hiring, the ships (almost) be damned.

Jerec set up a reply. It laid out the current contents of the lot here on Denon, including unique tidbits like the Zethroka Derelict and the Gizka Inferno.

Thexann Pehnataur

 

[Thexann Pehnataur]

PRIVATE TRANSMISSION – LEVEL 5 ENCRYPTION – VERIFIED ONLY VIA MANUAL AUTH CODE

[HOLO MESSAGE — FROM: "E.S. Ravel" | INBOUND MANIFEST – EXCLUSIVE OFFER]

"Greetings, Proprietor Qekko.

Your establishment comes highly recommended. We've reviewed your portfolio, your... unique discretion, and believe you're precisely the kind of businessman who appreciates unobstructed transactions with high upside and no loose ends.

As discussed, our team is dispatching a Scion Pocket Carrier—registry-cleared and clean—with a sample manifest of vessels now available for exchange or direct purchase:

1x Jedi Defender-Class Light Corvette

1x "Spectre" — Custom Ataru Interceptor

1x "Starlight Sentinel" — Luxury-class Jedi retrofit

1x Sentinel Mk III — Deep Range Custom

1x NC-1000 X-wing (Jedi Variant)


These vessels bear authentic registry marks once belonging to Jedi Master Caltin Vanagor. All documentation has been cleared of sensitive material, with only necessary verification data retained for legitimacy.

Payment transfer protocols will follow your confirmation of receipt and satisfaction with the goods—or, we may consider an equitable exchange depending on what unique items you've acquired recently. Particularly those not listed in Republic salvage logs.

Your discretion remains valued.

—E.S. Ravel, Director of Curations

(Auto-destruct payloads are armed only if tampering is detected. Don’t test that clause. We’re all professionals here.)

 

[Jerec Asyr]

Quekko's Choice was the name of the establishment, in memory of Quekko the Apokka, Jerec's copilot, murdered by Jedi forty years ago. But many, many customers made that mistake and Jerec wasn't about to pass up the business. Especially not once he started looking at the specs. Either someone was playing games, or someone very much worth knowing had waltzed off with a notorious Jedi Master's personal hangar when the Empire killed him at the fall of Coruscant. Or that was how the story'd reached him, anyway. Jerec pondered options in his beautiful new chair, a Jedi Council chair procured for him at great cost during that same battle.

On the one hand, the scale of the offer and the scope of the implied heist made it less likely to be real. This could well be bait tailor-made for him. And more than a couple of custom Jedi ships could be hard to unload on the lot.

But on the other hand, the chance to really settle in to the comfortable custom command chairs of elite Jedi boats, get them broken in...and the opportunity to use these for false flag operations or trade them to the Sith who fanned around the fringes of Black Sun lately...


Dear E.S. Ravel—

I'm sending my cousin Morthroolis Habat and his intake team to rendezvous with you at Hosk-240. I look forward to hearing what he has to say.

Captain Jerec Asyr
Vigo Majore, Black Sun


Rolls (5 x d20) to search for tracking beacons and cameras on the five ships:

 

[Thexann Pehnataur]

User: Teyra Vonn — Logistics Liaison, Guardian Authority Ltd. PERSONAL LOG ENTRY
Access Level: [Shadow-3 Clearance]
Location: [REDACTED]
Time Stamp: [REDACTED]

ENTRY 229: "Strings and Shadows"

I sent “The Night Sky”, one of our Scion Class Escort Carriers we use for delivery of ship orders to the coordinates that Qekko wanted to meet at. It was mostly automated, but I had security there, as well as the stock requested.

He showed up just like we expected—dripping in ego and surrounded by muscle that dressed like mercs but moved like slicers. It wasn’t the one I was looking for though, but his ”cousin”? Morthroolis Habat and his intake team. This guy, he’s smart. This Qekko(if that is his name) doesn’t travel without ghosts in the walls. Probably thought we didn’t notice the sniffers brushing against our crate seals or the passive pings bouncing off the hull of the Scion.

I let him sweat a bit.

Let him walk the full perimeter of the hangar, eye those ships like they were ancient treasures half-buried in sand. He played the role well. Curious, casual, not impressed—but his pupils spiked when he saw the Spectre. He wants that one. Wants to know why it looks like it belongs in a Jedi painting but carries itself like a predator.

That’s when my rep Ravel dropped it.

Told him plainly:
“There are listening devices in each ship.”

She told me that she didn’t bother to read the room, just brought me up on the holo at that point. Told me how she shrugged. "We don’t do coward’s work."

And that’s when she brought me up.

Thexann.

Lit by the soft glow of the Obelisk’s promenade, dressed like I owned every piece of starlight behind me. The holofeed filled the space like a cathedral opening its doors. Calm. Confident. Every word a needle and a thread.

Hello, Qekko… I’m sure by now you’ve spotted the listening hardware…

The rest was art. I didn’t threaten. Didn’t posture. I didn’t need to. Just acknowledged the con and then cancelled it myself—said it wasn’t “good business.”

I praised Qekko’s last auction. Credited him for moving items that should’ve vanished into blacksite vaults. Lightsabers. Intelligence caches. Old Jedi codes the galaxy forgot. Told him flat out we honored the purchase. Paid full price. Quietly. Without dragging him into the light. He proved his “word of honor” was true, contrary to my research. I mentioned how I enjoyed being proven wrong.

Then came the offer.

You get something rare—Force-related, military-grade, or weirder—bring it to me. First crack. Fair price. The “Jedi Master” ships you are looking for are in the hold of this ship for sale, as well as several others. Consider those others “good faith payment” for future services. I may not agree with your means, but “business is business”.

The holofeed ended with a warning—polite, surgical, unforgettable.

If you’re thinking of trying to trace this signal? Please don’t. That, Qekko, would be bad business.

If he balks, Ravel is authorized to throw the carrier in. We’ll see how it goes.

Let him think he’s in the circle now. Think this was our way of offering him the secret handshake. It’s better to keep him guessing, to let him believe he’s part of something bigger. For now, we’ll play along, but we’ll be watching.

Hopefully he’ll play ball. He’ll bring us every scrap of Jedi tech, corrupted Sith relic, and scavenged blacksite file he gets his crooked little claws on. And we’ll reward him. In the end, it really helps us both.

Until we don’t need him anymore.

—T.V.





Jerec Asyr

This is what he is saying to people, just like a cutaway

 

[Jerec Asyr]

At this point Morthroolis, whose commlink audio pickups had kept Jerec in the loop, put down a miniature mechno-chair-style holoprojector. It was about the size of a skittering hand, and the holo transmission it created put Jerec's face knee-high at best.

Holo-Jerec skittered out to meet Thexann Pehnataur

"Some points of business," he said in a tinny little voice. "Quekko was my copilot, murdered lo these forty years. I'm Captain Jerec Asyr. But thanks for the kind words. Mutual congratulations on the tradecraft and all that. All your terms sound fine by me."

Holo-Jerec looked Thexann up and down.

"Nice work bidding up that DNA sample against the thirsty Sith, by the way."

 

[Thexann Pehnataur]

PERSONAL MEMO (Encrypted)

Author: Thexann Pehnataur
Subject: Response Log – "Captain Jerec Asyr" Holo Encounter
Location: Office Suite 9, Obelisk Promenade – Level 3
Access Level: [Red-Alpha Priority]

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He was smaller than I expected.

The mechno-chair projector unfolded with the delicate precision of a spider preparing dinner—appropriate, considering the man it belonged to. Then he emerged, knee-high and deliberately so, skittering forward like a toy with teeth. That was no accident. Neither was the audio distortion. Tinny. Playful. Disarming by design.

Captain Jerec Asyr. Not Qekko. Never was, apparently. Curious.

He corrected me—lightly. No ego, just clarity. That was intentional, too. Not meant to rebuff, but to establish balance. This wasn’t a con anymore. This was now a conversation between equals. A new game board, just as rigged as the last. But the pieces had changed.

I didn’t blink. I never do.

He accepted the terms, of course. That part was never in doubt. The moment he stepped onto the board, he was already mine—whether he knew it or not. But the way he said it… the way he looked me over, even as a projection… It was almost admiring. Almost.

Then came the real test: the DNA comment.

I kept my expression neutral, let the ghost of a smile twitch behind my eyes. So he’d watched that auction. Tracked the bids. Knew what I was after—and what I wasn’t. Most wouldn’t have caught the subtext: the way I ran up the Sith's price without ever trying to win. They assumed I was aggressive, impulsive.

He knew better.

That confirmed it. This wasn’t a spacer with too much time on his hands. Jerec Asyr was surgical. Detached. Professional. The kind of man who could admire the architecture of a knife while it was still buried in someone’s back.

Which made him valuable.

Which made him dangerous.

Ravel was standing just off-screen, watching the whole thing in silence. I didn’t need to signal him. He knew. A nod, a glance, the subtlest change in my posture—it was all cataloged. All read. The partnership was now set, but with a different nameplate.

No longer "Qekko."

Now, it was Asyr.

Noted. Logged. And already… positioned.

I made no response on the call other than a nod, a smile and a mute “Thank you”. That wasn’t the play. The message had been delivered. The invitation extended. I simply watched the skittering holo turn and recede—still smiling, still too small to threaten, still too clever to underestimate.

It was going to be a beautiful relationship.

Until it wasn’t.

—T.P.

Ravel can bring up the contract, if he wants to make things more official. No need to now.

Jerec Asyr

This is what he is saying to people, just like a cutaway

 

[Jerec Asyr]

Good business. All just really good business.

The Ithorian crew gathered up Jerec's miniature mechno-chair. There was still an awful lot of work to be done, assessing the take, the value, the exact nature of the surprises and disclosures, potential buyers, potential exploits...

In his heart of hearts, Jerec thought for a minute about just dumping them in the nearest star as a gesture to the Jedi, but there was so, so much value here. Pettiness had its place.

In the service of good business, he left his new contact with a few weird, hazardous odds and ends from past misadventures. He had the feeling Thexann Pehnataur and his friends would enjoy putting them to good use.

• A Little PAPI amnestic droid
• A Gree Bronze Tangent 'escape button'
• A Darkwire ALXS all-access droid