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[Trextan Voidstalker]

WARDENS OF THE SKY

You are a Warden of the Sky or have responded to the distress call. Those willing to help have assembled a team for a daring mission to rescue the captured crew of the Bulk Freighter Majesty

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DEEP SPACE: Near Captured Baleen Class Heavy Freighter Majesty near the Rimma Trade route. Now

The small transport vessel reverted to realspace without warning. Sublight engines flared into life and drove the vessel straight on towards the distant bulk freighter. The Majesty remained motionless in space, but two Z-95 Headhunters appeared in her shadow and started on an intercept course.


DEEP SPACE: 1 Parsec from Majesty - one hour ago

"The ship released a single distress signal before they were jammed. The pirates docked and assumed control within ten minutes. Fortunately one of the crew stashed a subspace comm unit on their person and has been able to transmit information since. We know that the crew numbers twenty six, it was thirty but there were causalities. We know they have been placed into one of the cargo pods and left with a single guard. We know there are at least fifty pirates still on the vessel, but most of them are in the bridge and engineering trying to get the Majesty back into hyperspace. We know there are fighters and gunships in the area, ready to defend their prize."


DEEP SPACE: Near Captured Baleen Class Heavy Freighter Majesty near the Rimma Trade route. Now

The small transport accelerated, but started to bank away from its target. The two Headhunters started to turn as they recalculated their intercept course.


DEEP SPACE: 1 Parsec from Majesty - one hour ago

"The Majesty is already damaged. We can't risk a head on fight here. The cargo isn't important, we want to save the remaining crew. To do this, we're going to need to blind them."


DEEP SPACE: Near Captured Baleen Class Heavy Freighter Majesty near the Rimma Trade route. Now

The small transport ignored warning messages from the Headhunter starfighters. It's engines burned as hard as possible, but the nimble fighters started to catch up. A hatch on the side of the transport opened. A single metal object was hurled into the void of space.


DEEP SPACE: 1 Parsec from Majesty - one hour ago

"We've improvised a form of EMP bomb that will take out any nearby sensors when it goes off. The issue is that it will blind the ship that drops it too. Whoever goes in will be flying blind as their sensor ports will be welded shit. Visuals only. Once that goes off you get out of there."


DEEP SPACE: Near Captured Baleen Class Heavy Freighter Majesty near the Rimma Trade route. Now

The small object tumbled through space, falling behind the accelerating transport and pursuing Headhunters. It exploded with barely a flash in the visual spectrum. The two starfighters lost all sensors, but kept on the transport. They opened fire, guiding their aim with their eyes alone. Several lasers glanced off the shields of the transport before it vanished into hyperspace.


DEEP SPACE: 1 Parsec from Majesty - one hour ago

"Then we come in. One dropship, we latch onto the cargo hold of the Majesty and burn through. We can't risk landing in the hold. There's a maze of corridors and we have to locate the crew, get them back onto the dropship and get out within ten minutes or else they might recalibrate their sensors and we won't be able to escape. No one will trouble you if this sounds too dangerous."


DEEP SPACE: Near Captured Baleen Class Heavy Freighter Majesty near the Rimma Trade route. Now

The single dropship, carrying a collection of brave Wardens dropped into realspace and slipped through the darkness. It went unseen by the plethora of pirate vessels in the immediate region. It carefully approached the bulk-freighter and latched onto the hull.

Trextan took a breath. He hadn't taken part in anything this dangerous in over a year. The ship shook as it latched onto the hull as gently as possible There was a flash as they burned through the skin of the hull and opened a hole in it.

"Here we go," he muttered to himself.

"Split into small groups, find the crew and then hit a beacon!"

It was on.

Aeshi Tillian Lossa Darcuhl

 

[Aeshi Tillian]

Trextan Voidstalker Lossa Darcuhl Kaia Starchaser Raefe Khilasa
Omnicutter Terminus Shiv Jacket

This was classic Warden work. Where she belonged if she were being honest. Space. Voids and starships were the only places she felt comfortable. But apparently Jedi these days weren't up to snuff in protecting freedom and individualism as their legends tended to claim. Granted they could do some pretty magical things, but she felt they needed to punch things a little more and talk less.

But that wasn't the goal now. There were pirates. There were hostages. There was a ship in distress.

She could feel the excitement tingling down her spine as the small dropship hurtled towards the massive freighter. There was a hiss from the ship's tech as they breachd the hull and Aeshi strode forward.

Aeshi traveled light for this one. Just the vibroknife and an omnicutter. Her slugthrowers would be too powerful for the hull and far too loud. She wasn't interested in throwing down with nearly fifty pirates.

"I'll go to port side," Aeshi said in a low whisper, pressing her back against the bulwark to gaze aftward and forward.

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

Location: Captured Baleen Class Heavy Freighter Majesty near the Rimma Trade route.
Equipment: Danger Jacket, Outfit, PGEM/MESS - Full System, Discreet Hearing Enhancer - Left Ear, Long Handled Double Lightsaber, Concealed Sling Bag
Tags: Trextan Voidstalker Aeshi Tillian Kaia Starchaser Raefe Khilasa

The Zeltron had spent the first portion of her integration with the Warden group fiddling with the bacta bandage across her nose. The heavy lifting of fixing the cartilage and tear beneath her eye by direct bacta injections already.

Now the topical work was nearing its end, and it was irritating her to see the gauzy material in her peripherals.

Denon had been a jarring experience from her comfortable temple life, thrust into the everyday life of a Denonite. Chased in the access tunnels by corporate goons, hearing of the daily struggles, and seeing nothing truly done about it by those that could.

It had upset and deeply troubled her.

Her own lifestyle choices called into question as she sought to be better. Especially with what she had come to learn outside the bubble she had lived in.

Sitting inside the transport, she'd fussed and fiddled until she was certain the bandaging would both stay and not block her vision. The jarring shake of the transport latching on brought her back to the moment at hand.

Her own wonder about handling the situation settling on not being worse than how she'd handled a grenade to the face.

Bodies moved, the more senior members of the group advancing as she kept pace. She didn't have a full idea of how they worked, and the strange feeling of being the odd ball tag along crept in.

"I'll take the, other side." She figured she'd wait for the more competent one to head off in the direction she'd said.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Trextan stepped through the oval that had been cut into the hull. He kept his hands away from the hot metal, but even as the energy of the cutting beam dispersed he could still feel the latent heat on his face.

He stepped past the Zeltron and into the dark corridor.

"Starboard," he said quietly.

He carried a handcannon in his right hand. The oversized blaster was easier to handle with his artificial arm. His lightsaber remained switched off in his left hand. He couldn't duel well with his left, but he could block a blaster bolt on instinct.

Trextan stretched out with his senses, trying to find the collection of life forced that would be the crew. When it came to the Force he was good at shouting, not listening. He could use it far better than he could sense through it.

"Don't shoot unless you have to," he muttered at the Zeltron. "One shot and this will be chaos."

He had never been one for talking a lot, he preferred to brood in silence.


Aeshi Tillian Lossa Darcuhl

 

[Aeshi Tillian]

Trextan Voidstalker Lossa Darcuhl

Aeshi nodded as they spoke behind her, hefting the Terminus shiv in her one hand before tucking it carefully back along her palm.

"Unless you'd rather stay as a team," she kept her voice low, letting her eyes dart across the corridors. "Watch for cameras and security systems." She should have brought some of her other gear, but this was a rush job, coming straight from Defiance Nova with Trextan.

The rest of her stuff had been left aboard the Requiem. But it would have to work. She closed her eyes and let her mind sink into the Force.

It was blurred, as was typically the case. She felt better with the interstellar Force. The cosmic force, some called it, but she wasn't sure it was quite the same concept.

She felt the movements of gravity and planets and hyperspace better than she did living things. She rested one hand against the wall, focusing on the feel of the vibrations emanating through the hull.

 

[Caradon Sun]

THUNK!

"Last time boy, where is the spice?"

"There...is no spice. It is just...fish."

The large pirate dropped the just barely turned adult human, letting him lay on the floor. Turning rather quickly, he gave a long kick onto the side of the human, causing him to cough out. The pirate would soon walk out, speaking to one of the guards.

"Your turn...he has to crack at somepoint. If not...we got more."


Aeshi Tillian Trextan Voidstalker Lossa Darcuhl @

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

Location: Captured Baleen Class Heavy Freighter Majesty near the Rimma Trade route.
Equipment: Danger Jacket, Outfit, PGEM/MESS - Full System, Discreet Hearing Enhancer - Left Ear, Long Handled Double Lightsaber, Concealed Sling Bag
Tags: Trextan Voidstalker Aeshi Tillian Caradon Sun

She side eyed the one that stepped past her. She was pretty certain he was making fun of her in some way, but she saved her irritation for later as the made a plan.

Or at least the bare bones of one. If that.

"Splitting up would make it easier to find the crew. Harder to deal with trouble but ya' know. Time isn't a friend today." She huffed, a dancers grace carrying her forward in the wrong side of the ship she had opted to take. "And I don't carry a blaster."

The hiss of her words a final gift as she trailed after the slim thread of life force she sensed off in the portside direction.

Keeping sound in mind, she kept her steps light with the force, hand gliding along the corridor wall as she slowed down to not pop into the unknown.

Coming to a corridor, she paused long enough to slip a glance around the corners. She didn't see anything distinctly camera shaped, but in a ship that could have honestly been anything. At least there weren't people in the way-

The thought never finishing as she heard footsteps down a different hallway from her spot. The echoes making her guess the direction.

Leaning out a little more, she spotted a hulking figure shaking their open hand in the air as if in pain, walking her direction as she pursed her lips in annoyance.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

He had been trained by the Sith, not the Jedi. He had been honed into a weapon to be used against his father, taught that strength only came by challenging strength. Trextan knew why they sulked about, but he would have preferred a straight fight. No jedi or Warden training had removed that instinct entirely.

The Zeltron girl huffed and took a verbal swipe. Trextan made a disapproving noise at the back of his throat but had nothing else to say.

She darted ahead. Was it Loxa? Louisa? Trextan followed, noting the recent blaster marks on the hull from the recently skirmish.

Trextan had tried to visualise the maze of corridors and cargo containers in his mind before they set out, but it didn't prepare him for this. Shadows jumped out from all angles, the pressure of their time constraint making him anxious.

He almost bumped into Lossa at an intersection. Trextan stepped around her and glanced down the corridor. He heard the sound of something being struck and voices. A huge man was walking down the corridor.

"Right."

Trextan stepped out into the corridor. Holding out his left palm he wrapped the Force around the pirate and slammed him straight upwards. Hard enough that the man went limp before being dropped.

"I'll hide him, keep going," Trextan hissed. If he could muffle a stun blast that would do. Concussion was nasty, but the pirate would only be stunned for a minute at best after being thrown into the ceiling.

 

[Sentinel of Light]

A faint blue glow surrounds the unconscious pirate and a figure wearing silver armor manifests into being. A hand gently lifts his head, while the other calmly hovers over his temple. Looking into the Pirate's mind, he witnesses acts of cruelty and winces.

Sensing another presence, the being looks upward and stares at Trextan.

 

[Aeshi Tillian]

Trextan Voidstalker Lossa Darcuhl Sentinel of Light

She could feel it now, not the direction she was heading. It was the other direction, which brought a frown to her face, but she sighed and followed after the others, stepping lightly across the metal, pausing just in time to see Trextan slam a large man into the ceiling. Aeshi grimaced in sympathy before shaking her head.

She felt that would have hurt. It practically hurt just thinking about it. But there was something else nearby, something she couldn't identify or recognize, and she pressed herself against a wall, letting her eyes dart across the corridors.

 

[Sentinel of Light]

Trextan Voidstalker Aeshi Tillian
Resting the limp form back down on the floor, the being rises from the ground like that of a spectral phantom. Opening his hands, he reveals that for the moment he was unarmed and peaceful.