SoS In the Depths of Space

[sacred]

OOC note: First post! Come explore a old derelict rakata space station and its many secrets, well if they haven't been wiped from the core yet Any are welcome.

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Floating in the blackness of space, an ancient and decrepit station flickered with its last signs of life. The last hundred or so years had not been kind to it. Constant power failures and coding glitches had crept up in the old droid brain and it could no longer cope. It knew it had one duty, protection of the life that rested deep inside. One single life, yet it knew it must preserve it. As the power generator started to sputter, finally giving out, the emergency back up kicked on for the last time, red lights illuminating the hallways and a single signal being sent into the core of the complex. Inside what was once a lavish medical experimentation bay a start up sequence began on the sole working stasis vat that remained operational, the long waking up process begun...

The droid brain received the confirmation of its command. It checked the bits of the station that it still had control over, and found no suitable craft for any type of exodus from the derelict. In a final act to fulfill its programming it broadcast a message on all channels and languages that it had recorded...

S...O...S

It wondered for a moment who would get the message, if they would even come. It wanted to do more but it no longer had the ability, its core was corrupted. It started the purging and with one final sorrowful beep to the galaxy its lights began to fade...

 

[Break]

Breaks ship moved along slowly looking for a source of the signal S.O.S he WAS on his way to capture a new exotic creature to add to the Echidna ecosystem but came across the help signal. He finally found the derelict station and began to think
"What in the seven hells could be inside that?"
He sent out a signal to hail himself aboard the ship

"....I hope I don't regret this..."
And against his better judgment he moved in to check it out.
[member="Sacred"]

 

[Haytham Kaze]

As of late, Haytham grew tired of the confines of Temple Ruusan, Ossus, and the others. He spent the majority of his time traveling between temples and receiving training from the Masters, reading the archives of the different orders, and dueling with other Padawans around his age. And finally, at this point in time... He grew tired of it.

So he set out, and journeyed through space in the hopes of adventure. Not something that he'd usually do, and although some may justify it as times are changing... In Haytham's mind frankly, nothing has changed that much. He had the same routine all the time, for the past few years at this point as a member of the Jedi Order. He hasn't one to stick to the rules unless there was a valid reason behind it, and one of the most important rules were to not leave the temple unsupervised he knew. But this time there was a valid reason, one that Haytham wouldn't expect any Master or Senior Knight to understand.

Boredom.

When the One Sith had first emerged in the Galaxy, wars had been waged all across Republic Space. The eastern quadrant, in the core, everywhere. At least that's what he had heard, Haytham hadn't even been apart of the Order then, and he still heard of those battles. Of the crushing defeats the Republic had suffered, countless military and Jedi deaths. And yet, where they now?

Haytham hadn't encountered a Sith in a long time. He didn't miss them, as long as they weren't slaying innocent Republic citizens then it was fine. But it left him curious, which is why he was doing this. Not just for adventure, but for information. Information that could be used for himself and most likely for the Jedi Order.

The ship reverted to hyperspace, slowly reverting to real space.

I wonder if it's possible to time travel with hyperspace. I bet people tried.

He shrugged his shoulders, just as he started to take notice of the space station ahead.

Haytham's panel lit up with a message. It was an S.O.S, but with no additional information... There was a pause in Haytham's mind, he was still in the Core yes, but what if it was a trap. A trap to attract Jedi like him to their death?

...

His grasp tightened upon the controls, and he shoved the toggles forward. His ship began it's scan of the station, and before Haytham realized it, he was starting to land in the hangar bay...

[member="Break"] [member="Sacred"]

 

[H3xle]

[member="Sacred"] [member="Break"] [member="Haytham Kaze"]

Taenor was traveling nearby in a Mandalorian freighter. He had hired them because he certainly wasn't going to be flying himself. They had been out prospecting in various unaligned systems for rare minerals and metals when the SOS flashed across the communication systems.

"Looks like there are a couple of other ships responding. Neither are Mandalorian." The vod at communications reported. "Though they do not appear to be from hostile nations either."

"Good, take us in to the same hangar, the others appear abandoned and powered down." Taenor replied, then stride from the bridge to armor up. He pulled out a communicator and activated it as he walked. "Get the med bay prepped, just in case. I also want everyone in armor when we land."

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The mining and prospecting vessel docked in the expansive hangar, Taenor emerged from the ship, fully armed and armored. Fit the moment he made no particular ploy for stealth as he recognized at least one ship that was also here. The sight of Break's ship brought back memories of the rakghouls they had fought together on Teth, not the most pleasant of creatures, but Break had honored his word and Taenor had gotten pays well.

 

[sacred]

[member="Taenor Arrocco"] [member="Haytham Kaze"] [member="Break"]

The Hanger had just enough reserve power to open when hailed by the lead ship. Red filled the vast near empty bay as emergency lights flickered here and there illuminating only portions of the hanger, leading towards a open door. Near one of the ships, a defunct, un-powered and very old loader droid stood, three crates in its arms. One crate was stamped with the symbol of the ancient Sith Empire, the other two were very faded Mandalorian signs of a long past dead clan.

No one came to greet the ship, in fact if the droid brain on the station were still functional he would have been dismayed by the knowledge that none of the servitors came to welcome the guests. They did not get them often and it had made a ordeal out of it when someone called. The station itself groaned, trying to draw power from dry wells, and the SOS beeped more urgent, a set of red emergency lights flickering a path in tune to the SOS signal as if to lead the explorers deeper into the dying station.

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Deep in the ancient core of the station the servitor droids were abuzz, frantically trying to receive orders from the master. Yet no matter how much they called out to him, the old droid brain did not light up nor speak to them. They chittered away at each other, trying to draw consensus on how to proceed. The Master had wanted the Sleeper to come to no harm. But the Sleeper was waking... One of the droids brought the notion that once the Sleeper awoke then they would be free of obligation.

There was consensus.

A beep brought attention to the hanger, 3 ships nestling inside. With limited power to the station the Servitors did not have much control, but these ships were advanced, so much more so than the lasts that had seen so many years ago. A new consensus began to form, they could use parts to fix the Master...

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In the medical bay the stasis vat hummed, drawing off most of the reserve power to cycle through its awakening process. Inside the frozen over glass, a man started to twitch, feeling coming back to his fingertips. Sparks of thought shot through his mind, firing off the cybernetic processors embedded in his brain stem. Jumbled memories, shattered images and lost thoughts swirled as a hazed vortex of dreams. Confusion sunk in. "Who am I" ... that thought blazed through the haze, taking root. As his body began to thaw, that thought repeated over and over, each time a small part of a much larger image puzzled itself together in his splintered mind.

 

[Break]

The HRD droid walked into the loading bay. Hie didn't know what could be in the station seeing gow it was a distress signal. For all he knew this could be a trap. The Jakals did this all the time to unsuspecting people and Break wasn't about to become stranded. He activated the 2 PRT-100 droids he always brought along to guard his ship. Armed with plasma blasters the two droids could fight off a few pirates if needed but anything larger than that and they would need him to come running back.

Break stepped out into the ship ages of caked on dust left footprints on the ground as he walked. Ar.Armed with his plasma arm canon and his trusty vibro-katana he would explore the ship and help anyone in need. The first thing he noticed was the 2 other ships following him inside one Mando the other was unknown. Really the only reason why he knew it was a Mando ship was because he had met [member="Taenor Arrocco"] on an earlier mission to...Teth? He thought for a moment. ..that trip was kind of fuzzy for him he really needed a new memory chip soon or he would soon forget more important things than an awesome trip killing Rakghouls. But he moved along... the second and more interesting matter was the decaying loader droid carrying crates labeled for the sith empire. Break turned his plasma blaster to the plasma cutter setting and would try to open one of the crates.

[member="Sacred"] [member="Haytham Kaze"]

 

[Haytham Kaze]

When the transport ship landed in the hangar, Haytham had made sure to check the ship's scanners and sensors before hand. Just in case the other ships that were in the area decided to suddenly go from neutral to hostile. As he got up from the pilot's seat, it seemed that that wasn't going to happen, so he extended the ramp of the ship, tightened his belt, straightened out his robes, and strode off of the ship.

Glancing about the hangar bay, he nodded his head. This was definitely a place where you could learn stuff. Like history, cultures, and what not. The Jedi were big on that stuff he knew, if the archives were to give any idea.

One is a Mandalorian ship. Haytham glanced to the other side to look at [member="Break"]'s ship. Unknown origins.

Haytham was probably the furthest thing from an android, or a robot, (in his opinion) but with the longevity of his memory and remembering everything picture perfect, well, it'd be safe to assume that Haytham had spent a lot of his free time learning. Looking at holograms, and pictures was something that helped a lot with learning about parts of the Galaxy you've never been to.

How am I to even proceed in this situation?

He took a deep breath, saw the android thing in the corner trying to open up a crate, then he looked over to the Mandalorian disembarking from his ship, and he decided to head over there. He had never met a Mandalorian, he didn't know much about them besides their warrior like culture, and their bad ties with the Republic, amongst other things. Probably best to not say something that'd state the obvious...Haytham thought to himself, before smiling inwardly at the first stupid question that came to mind.

He stopped a few meters away from who seemed to be the leader, performed his customary bow in greeting, whether it was a Jedi or not, and said, "we're here for the same thing. To find out who is sending out the SoS, and how we can help. Instead of rummaging through the ship alone, we should come up with some sort of plan."

Then a small grin broke out onto his face when he thought back to his joke.

Did you receive the SoS too?

[member="Break"], [member="Sacred"], [member="Taenor Arrocco"]