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Faction [TDF] - Cradle and Coffin - [ The Sable Verge]




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Tags: Kyric Kyric Leos Leos






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Gidgit clicked home with a tidy chik. A shower of glyphs chased across the screen, and the Relay begrudgingly yielded. He continued to rattle off words...



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[Gidgit]
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"Access: Aux Grid / Cameras / Door Control (limited)
Charge Cells: 18% (decay curve accelerating)
Magnetization: Intermittent (deck zones A3, Active)
Cameras: Most offline. Two feeds live: OVR-1 Stairwell, C-Span Catwalk.
"





From the alcove, the maintenance droid came a bit closer. Its single eye contracted, the red pin of it sliding from Leos' chest to Kyric's hip, then up.



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[M.U.-07]
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Droid: "Bwee-orp… chirrrp—whup… kreeek-bwoooop…"


[Binary Translation]
"Station degraded. Fuel present—pumped dry to freighter Hearth-Cart seventeen cycles prior.
Logs show evacuation order—then blackout. Security Logic… is… hungry.


Station droid roster: inactive. Unit count: thirteen.
Status: eight offline. Four missing. One still moving. Unknown designation.



Warning: Unit unknown. No registry. No friend-code.
Signal returns… like shadow.
Designation logged: ECHO IN RED.
It wears friend faces."



Hungry?

A low thunnnng rolled underfoot as Kyric Kyric advanced... Somewhere ahead, a breaker threw, lights bloomed, then died. On the wall, the OVR-1 stairwell screen sputtered to life long enough to show a still frame in the light before fading dark: the steel spine of stairs, litter and cable drifts falling from above, a glossy red bead hanging like a firefly at the first landing.

It blinked.

The feed cut to static.
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M.U-07 lifted one jittering claw and pointed at a narrow hatch stamped MAINT. SPINE.



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"Short… cut. Avoids… mag-locked floorings. But… tight."




Gidgit's wings fluttered, and his vocoder brightened.



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[Gidgit]
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"Proposal: Recommendation: protégé acquires filtration masks from Hab Ring cache. "


Somewhere in the dark, the faint sound almost imperceptibly quiet of needle-clicking stopped. A moment of silence stretched long enough to choose. Then the Relay exhaled a tired gust through the vents as life support kicked back on and stale air hissed through.

From the corner of the corridor, a recessed panel shuddered. Dust fell as ancient servos groaned awake. A single turret swung free, its barrel whirring as it locked on to Kyric.

The motion was slow, like a predator stretching after long slumber. A red targeting diode winked against his chest in the dim corridor.

But nothing followed.

No bolts, nor muzzle flare... Only the steady whine of the weapon's capacitor, charging but never releasing, the barrel tracking him with the patience of a hunter that had not yet been told to strike.

The corridor ahead looked ordinary, scarred durasteel patched with rust and grime. As Kyric's foot pressed down, the metal groaned once, then gave way.

A sharp SKRANGK split the silence. A section of flooring collapsed beneath his feet as the plate went crumpling inwards. Beneath yawned a maintenance shaft filled with coils of dead cabling, insulation cracked and blackened with age.​
 

Warning: Unit unknown. No registry. No friend-code.
Signal returns… like shadow.
Designation logged: ECHO IN RED.
It wears friend faces."

Leos felt his spine stiffen at the mention of this unknown unit. That had to have been what he saw, right? The phrase 'It wears friend faces' didn't exactly due anything to quell his nerves. That certainly wasn't a pleasant image to put in his head.

Hopefully that wasn't literal and was just about energy signatures.

The young Themian watched with suspense as Kyric pressed on ahead through the hallway. It was tense. He was half expecting to watch the Jedi get torn to shreds by blaster fire by the sudden emergence of a turret. Fortunately it didn't seem to be operational any longer. The knot in his stomach untied itself, but only for a moment.


A sharp SKRANGK split the silence. A section of flooring collapsed beneath his feet as the plate went crumpling inwards. Beneath yawned a maintenance shaft filled with coils of dead cabling, insulation cracked and blackened with age.

That was when the stress boiled over. Leos took a firm step forward and threw out his hands, reaching out through the Force to telekinetically lift Kyric to keep him from falling. It was certainly sloppy, and Kyric would not feel stable in the slightest, but it was enough to keep him from falling for a moment. The young Themian was clearly under strain doing so, however, not used to using the Force in such an overt capacity for long periods of time.

"I got you, Mister Kyric!" Leos called out. "Maybe! It's... really hurting my head!"


 
Rusted hinges screeched their defiance at Kyric's approach. He turned up at the turret just as the pinpoint of red light paused on the center of his chest, the Voice of the Wind rising into its path at eye-blurring speed. When not a single shot pulsed from the whirring machine, the kiffar's stance relaxed. He sheathed the ninjato again, the movement fluid and well-practiced.

"Woo," Kyric exhaled. "That was clo-"

The floor gave out beneath him in that moment. His words shifting from relief to something caught between a grunt and a scream. Caught off guard by the immediate danger presented in the form of the turret, the Jedi Knight failed to notice the danger right beneath his feet. He thrust out a hand in a vein attempt to catch anything, but there was nothing nearby left to grab. Without the strength of a Force Nexus to empower him like back on Ruusan, he was severely limited in his capacity to fold space, leaving him with no option but to brace himself amid the fall and hope he could survive the impact.

Or so he thought.

Space itself seemed to halt Kyric's descent. Rotating in the open air, he eventually rounded about to see Leos' hands thrust forward in what Kyric realized to be an impromptu rescue. Concern vanished from his features, replaced by a broad, toothy grin.

"Ya' got it, kid! Don't focus on the pain. Focus on the outcome! It's like carryin' a box; just shift your hips, move yer arms, and put me down on solid ground. It ain't nothin' fer ya', I promise."


Tags: DM Player-Slayer DM Player-Slayer | Leos Leos
 
Kai'el Brat "Guardian of the Light"

Braze was beside Leos and he too seemed to be smiling though weakly. He reached out a hand to steady Kyric offering Leos a minor assist. "Well done~! Good job, very good job... see ? You're getting the hang of things. " It was a marked improvement from the struggle with little marbles to catching a whole person mid fall. Once Leos had ensured Kyric was back on solid ground Braze looked up towards the turret that was still seemingly tracing them.

"It doesn't look like this place has seen maintenance in a long time. " Braze surmised simply. " Better watch our steps and use a little more caution. " Kyric seemed un injured at least.

"Gidgit thinks there might be some respirator masks in the habitation ring but I think if there were they might have already been taken. It seems life support is running again, but I think this place is just running on back up generators at the point.... so time is probably limited. "
 

The Sable Verge
Tags: Braze Braze , Kyric Kyric

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"Ya' got it, kid! Don't focus on the pain. Focus on the outcome! It's like carryin' a box; just shift your hips, move yer arms, and put me down on solid ground. It ain't nothin' fer ya', I promise."

Just like moving a box.

Leos ignored the pain and just let himself be in the moment for a little longer. He rotated his torso and in turn rotated Kyric towards solid ground. Then he lowered himself, bringing him down to a somewhat gentle landing. It wasn't very articulate, but it was successful. That was all Leos could ask for. When the Themian finally released the Jedi from his telekinetic grasp he dropped to one knee with labored breath.

That had taken a hell of a lot out of him.


"Well done~! Good job, very good job... see ? You're getting the hang of things. "

"Yeah.... yeah."

Leos stood himself back up and shook off the weariness, or at least he tried to. He was still a little tired.

"I'm shocked anything is running in this place at all," Leos muttered, "It smells like fried electrical wires."


 
Deposited back on solid ground after a few precarious seconds hanging over the unknown, Kyric sucked in a deep breath. This wasn't the first time he marched headlong into danger, nor the first time his survival relied on the efforts of another. He climbed back up to his feet and clenched his hand into a fist to stop the shaking. It never got any easier.

Kyric considered Leos before levying any more praise on the boy. He didn't strike the kiffar as the type to appreciate compliments all that much. Perhaps a side-effect of whatever drove him to join Braze's crew in the first place.

"I'm a lil' nose-blind ta' be honest witcha'. I got real bad allergies," Kyric explained, followed immediately by a sniffle. "What're we doin' here? Lookin' fer fuel, yeah?"

While he searched the corridor ahead of them for hidden danger, the kiffar fished out a stimpack from a belt pouch and handed it off to Leos. "Inject that. It'll help with yer headache." Kyric turned back to Gidgit. "Didja get any idea where the main generator fer this place is? S'ppose we can split up. I can go find and activate that, while ya'll go prep the pumps for usage. Maybe get those filtration masks, too?"


Tags: Braze Braze | Leos Leos
 
Kai'el Brat "Guardian of the Light"

Braze furrowed his brow, giving Kyric Kyric a sharp, concerned look.
"You almost got hurt twice, and now you want to split up?" he asked, one snowy white brow lifting.

"We're here to find fuel; this is the last plausible stop before Veridia. If we head upstairs, the security tower's likely where power and systems are controlled." He gestured upward, then nodded toward the lower halls. "After that, we'll probably need to check the cashier's level to see if there's anything left in the pumps."
 

The Sable Verge
Tags: Kyric Kyric , Braze Braze

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While he searched the corridor ahead of them for hidden danger, the kiffar fished out a stimpack from a belt pouch and handed it off to Leos. "Inject that. It'll help with yer headache."

The Themian hesitated for a moment, letting out an exhale as he worked himself up to using the stim. It wasn't dangerous. It was just medicine. His father wasn't here. A quick application and the stim was cast aside. To it's credit, he did feel his headache alleviate itself slightly.

"And there are Jedi on Veridia, right?" Leos inquired.

Not just an abandoned ruin like on Ossus. That was what Leos needed to learn, more than just having Braze teach him. He needed to be amidst their ranks. Learn how to live in that way. He wasn't going to become stronger if he couldn't.

He had to make sure they got there.


 
Kai'el Brat "Guardian of the Light"

Braze nodded lightly.

"Master Tirin Raene Tirin Raene and Knight Valin Zenth Valin Zenth , there's also Master Ty'Raj Vex Ty'Raj Vex , and Aether of the Iron Order Aether of the Iron Order ... maybe Knight Loomi Loomi or even Knight Ko Vuto Ko Vuto if we're lucky. My master Jasper Kai'el Jasper Kai'el might be there too on occasion, or even Mister Matthew of Valendale Matthew of Valendale — but he's not really a Jedi... he's some other Force tradition. His students Roten Roten and Jackie Rosso Jackie Rosso are trying to become Jedi.

From what I know, Tilon Quill Tilon Quill stopped by not too long ago with a convoy to trade some things. There are a few young Force users there too, like Kai'lyn Kai'lyn ... I'm hoping 0-7 0-7 made it there safely..."
He trailed off lightly, considering who all might be there. "Veridia has a secret enclave... it hosts a restoration retreat so the sick and injured can heal and rest in peace and safety..." He trailed again, thinking of Aliris Tremiru Aliris Tremiru , who had spent quite a while there when she was in her coma.

"Since the Core has fallen, a lot of Jedi have kind of dispersed... I'm not sure what happened to Zaiya Ceti Zaiya Ceti , Aris Noble Aris Noble , or Shan Shan . They might be wherever Valery Noble Valery Noble and Kahlil Noble Kahlil Noble have gone. A lot of Jedi have been working with Naboo, I think, and renewed the 'High Republic' name as it were. Casaana Casaana is with the High Republic if I can recall correctly... Jalen Kai'el Jalen Kai'el is stationed on Lothal with Aliris Tremiru Aliris Tremiru last I checked... she had been showing Niysha Niysha the treehouse there too... I bet Knight Corazona von Ascania Corazona von Ascania might be somewhere near Ukatis..." He trailed again, considering all the Jedi he knew.

"I'm not sure what happened to Master Zark San Tekka Zark San Tekka ... the last I saw him, he was dealing with Koda Fett Koda Fett in the library on Coruscant... Then there's the 'Light Sworn'... I think Bernard Bernard is with them. I think they are a bit extreme, so you might want to avoid them... they put some notice on the temple wanting to hunt down other Jedi and put them to the blade, as it were. I found out from Aether of the Iron Order Aether of the Iron Order that he was impersonating Gabriel Pryce Gabriel Pryce to access the restricted section... not sure what for.

Everyone feels kind of splintered... practically scattered to the winds. A lot of places aren't super safe for the younglings to learn right now... So it's hard to say who's where. But there are a few good teachers on Veridia, and it's fairly out of the way of the Core's conflicts, so it should be safe for us."


He drew in a heavy breath and let it out slowly, running a hand back through his bangs. The truth was, he didn't know who all remained on Coruscant. The few he did know of, he only learned about during his brief visit to Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor 's funeral. He had no idea how many others might be gone for good, and the thought alone made his skin crawl with unease.

He glanced at Kyric with a frown, slipping his hands into his coat pockets.

"The little maintenance droid said there's something in here wearing 'friend faces'... I think we should stick together."
 
Kyric wasn't sure how to express his general disdain for working with others. The Tengu operated better when left to his own devices, but the look on Braze's face gave the impression the younger man would argue until he was blue in the face.

"Fine, fine," the kiffar huffed at the end of the long-winded explanation of the state of the Jedi, and Braze's second attempt to dissuade him. Turning to the stairs, Kyric took his customary position at the front of the pack and started to make his way upward.

"I wouldn't waste yer time with anyone playin' hide n' seek with the Empire. A Jedi is meant to be a beacon within the darkness, not a snake slitherin' from shadow to shadow, hidin' from the fight."

The stairs coiled around a central pillar affixed to the durasteel steps. A handrail rolled upward along the sloping wall, but Kyric ignored it entirely. He pressed upward two steps at a time, his mind fixated on the task at hand. All the talk of Jedi clearly soured his mood. His bandaged hand hovered within inches of his borrowed blade.

Kyric undoubtedly hoped to find a fight at the top of the steps. Perhaps this 'friendly-faced' droid the others were worried about could provide him a bit of sport.

Buried deep within him, a long-dormant part of the Jedi awakened, and he was none the wiser to its presence.


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Braze unclipped one of his ear-cuffs and pressed the small device into Kyric's palm.
"Here. If you're going to wander off, at least keep this on so we can stay in contact. It's a comlink; just tap it when you need to speak."

He gave the Kiffar a steady look before tilting his chin toward the tower looming over the bay.
"Try for the security tower. If you can bring the main power back online, the rest of this place will wake up."

Turning then to Leos, Braze's tone softened, but the command was clear.
"You're with me. Let's see what we can learn about the fuel."

He gestured toward a set of heavy, dust-caked doors. The durasteel panels resisted with a tired groan, but a subtle nudge of the Force made them yield, parting just enough to let the two slip through. Beyond lay the main concourse.

The space opened like the hollowed ribs of some long-dead creature. Market stalls sat toppled and broken, their contents spilled in heaps of rusted trinkets and forgotten goods. Carbon scoring marked walls and kiosks alike, scars of blaster fire from a skirmish long past. Dark stains marred the flooring, evidence of lives that ended here...yet no bodies remained.

The air was thick with dust and stale metal, the faint tang of ozone clinging to the vents. Every step stirred motes of dust into the weak amber glow of emergency strips.



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[Gidgit]
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"Worry not apprentice! You're with Master Braze now. That's practically a guaranteed survival package. Well… statistically speaking. If anything scary happens, I can make myself extra shiny. Scary things don't like shiny. At least… I don't think they do?"



Something up a head was calling to Leos through the force... it was however... faint.



Meanwhile, Kyric's geta clanged against the creaking stairwell as he ascended toward the upper levels. The habitation ring and its rest-lobby lay half-lit, stripped of warmth. Rows of cubicle rooms stood open, their bunks stripped bare, while a row of communal showers lined one wall with corroded fixtures and dangling hoses.

The lobby itself was scattered with the remnants of a life abandoned in haste, datapads strewn across tabletops and chairs, pages of half-read literature curling with age. Cups sat overturned on side tables, frozen mid-use as if their owners had simply vanished. A cracked comm-relay stood silent in the corner, its transmitter dish drooping like a broken neck.

Everywhere, the sense of decay lingered along an eerie absence... it was too clean, too empty, as if the bodies that should have been here had been swept away by something unseen.



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The droid shuffled toward the base of the stairwell and reached for the railing with a rusted claw. The servos in its knees whined as it tried the first 'step'. Its photoreceptor flickered dim, then bright, as if each movement strained its failing core.

It hauled itself up in to a small railing at the base of the stairs but the effort was too much. The frame creaked, joints locking, and with a defeated clank it slid back down to the landing.
[Binary Translation]
"Pow…er levels… low. Attempt… again…"

The cycle repeated, clutch, heave, stall, slide. Each attempt seemed to drain it further, the faint red eye stuttering like a dying ember. It clung stubbornly to the railing, dragging itself upward in fits and starts, always just a few steps behind Kyric before slipping back again.

When it finally managed to hold at the fourth step, like an old man catching breath.

[Binary Translation]
"Sec…urity tower… once hub of station. Turrets linked… doors locked. Recommend… caution. Do not… trust doors that open too easily."



 
Presented with the cuff, Kyric looked between it and Braze for a moment longer than necessary. He took the cuff and fitted it to his left ear with an exasperated sigh. What remained of his right couldn't house the tiny communicator. Lacking the arm on his left side would make the activation of the device more difficult, but that was a problem of his own making.

"Sure thing, lil' man," Kyric nodded his understanding and turned back to the steps. Once the other two departed in search of information on the fuel, the kiffar set off up the stairs once more.

The habitation ring welcomed the Jedi with an unnatural stillness. What remained within the lobby suggested a hast departure by the former residents. Overturned cups and abandoned datapads weren't the most damning as far as evidence went. The fact they remained was the bigger issue. Whatever put the station out of commission did so quickly enough that the maintenance droids hadn't returned to this particular ring since.

There should've been bodies.

From the off-kilter cups left on the table, to the cracked devices strewn about, everything within the room suggested a slaughter. But Kyric couldn't find an ounce of dried blood for the purposes of a psychometric vision. Nothing within the lobby contained even the slightest emotional imprint, either.

"Hrm," the kiffar hummed softly to himself. "This is a lil' too clinical fer yer average sith or bounty hunter," he said aloud, wandering from room to room. "So, what're ya'? A droid? A serial killer?"

Kyric found himself in front of the staircase by the end of his musings, his hand hovering close to the Voice of the Wind. With no other option, he pressed onward and upward in search of whatever powered this place.


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Up ahead the stairwell pulsed in dim amber, light spilling forth like a lantern underwater and a hush fell heavy enough that even the dust motes felt suspended.

From the landing above, metal scraped against stone in a cadence too deliberate to be decay. What emerged was a being made of Dark glyphs burned in to the surface of a humanoid like frame, bearing scars hammered into antique geometry.

Six feet of plated alloy and stone-like plating descended step by step. Wires like veins throbbed with crimson current. A single ocellus glowed in the mask of its face in a vibrant red bright pupil of a predator.

The presence in the Force was about the thing and it was twisted. It felt like a scream pressed flat into silence, an echo of some obscure tradition long since drowned in shadow. Whoever forged this thing had sewn their will into it… and then lost control.



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Target acquired.



The ocellus pinned Kyric with surgical malice. Air pressure shifted, as though an invisible hand was pressing against Kyric Kyric 's ribcage. Each step the machine took down the stairs made the railing tremble like a tuning fork.

Its movements lagged, arriving moments after shadows recoiled, as if reality itself was catching up to its intrusion. Then it leaned forward, shoulders low, accompanied by whining joints as it began to run.



 
Crimson light bathed the corridor in a malignant gloom born of the automaton's twisted nature. The creature's descent shook the staircase beneath Kyric's feet with each heavy step. He slowly slid the sword from its sheath, his single-eye locked on the creature's bloody-red ocellus. There wasn't a need to question the thing—not to Kyric. The power rolling off of it chilled the air, pressing downward for the swordsman not unlike a great, invisible hand.

Kyric steeled himself and denied the automaton's intent. Both feet remained planted beneath him as he took deep, steadying breaths. Tension bled away from the kiffar's shoulders with each inhalation. This was exactly what he wanted. A good old fashioned scrap. One that didn't demand deeper insight into himself or his surrounds.

This creature presented danger. And danger provided Kyric an excuse to let loose and destroy the threat.

Once the automaton squared its shoulders and began its charge down the stairs, Kyric narrowed his good eye, shifting his focus between its knees, hips, and shoulders. He sought an exploitable weakness of some kind. Droids and other metallic creations were heavy in nature, which could be manipulated to his advantage.

In the meantime, the swordsman waited until his assailant was nearly in arms reach before he leaped upward. Kicking off the railing, Kyric vaulted over the automaton's shoulder and spun sideways, the Voice of the Wind arcing out for the back of the machine's neck.


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The Sable Verge
Tags: Braze Braze , Kyric Kyric

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Turning then to Leos, Braze's tone softened, but the command was clear.
"You're with me. Let's see what we can learn about the fuel."

"Right..."

Leos couldn't help but still feel... wrong. What if Kyric ran into that thing? There was no way that was going to go well. The young Themian walked through the gutted market stalls of the station with a shudder. It was like walking through a corpse. Something was cold in here too. He imagined that was more just a matter of the station's temperature regulation unit no longer being operational.

"Worry not apprentice! You're with Master Braze now. That's practically a guaranteed survival package. Well… statistically speaking. If anything scary happens, I can make myself extra shiny. Scary things don't like shiny. At least… I don't think they do?"

"Thanks... little dude," Leos sighed. "I'm sure they don't..."

There was still an itch in the back of his mind, even as they walked. He didn't like it. A call like that was wrong. It felt like he was fighting against his body to keep himself moving in the right direction.


"Braze... do you feel, like... a weird pulling feeling?"


 



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The Voice of the Wind bit down across the automaton's neck-plate with a ringing krang, sparks scattering like embers. Instead of severing, the blade scraped against layered alloy that shifted unnaturally under impact, almost as though stone and metal were flexing together. The glyphs across its plating flared crimson, absorbing the shock.

The machine didn't stumble. It pivoted with a disjointed torque, reality itself lagging by half a heartbeat. Its ocellus snapped back on Kyric mid-air, and an arm lashed up with hydraulic force, fingers splaying like claws of wrought iron to seize him mid-vault.






Braze gave a little shrug, pale hair shifting as he shook his head.
"No… I don't feel anything. What are you talking about?" he asked.

For Leos, however, the sensation only deepened. The tug gnawed at the back of his mind, pulling him toward a shadowed row of broken kiosks. One backroom in particular seemed to breathe wrong, its half-collapsed doorframe gaped wider than the others, and the stale air that drifted out of it felt... heavier.

Something was waiting there.
 

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