Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

Register a free account today to become a member! Once signed in, you'll be able to participate on this site by adding your own topics and posts, as well as connect with other members through your own private inbox!

Private The Artifact & The Experiment [NJO]


yO08PsK.png
In orbit of Uncharted Dwarf Planet XII-1109-1101 / Type 1 Atmosphere / Red Forest Planet
Aboard the Larimar Slider

Trigger Warning: Child Experiment

Ran followed the force. She followed it everywhere she went. Sometimes it led her to lost people, lost items, lost places. She often ended up in corners of the galaxy in need of her help, places where knowledge and truth only needed discovery. If she could, she gave herself to those places wholeheartedly and without reservation, that was until she returned to the planet where her life as Subject 19 began.

"No. That can't be right." She said softly with a testy incredulity and a scoff.

"This is not-" It was. Ran began to shake her head in a no gesture.

"This is not supposed to be here. This is the wrong planet." It wasn't. Her head continued shaking in confusion as she continued speaking to herself.

"I- I- I can't believe this. The artifact is here?" She asked. Her head stopped shaking. A look of bewilderment on her face remained, then a cascade of different emotions shattered it. No one had ever seen Ran lose her cool before, save for the Jedi in the cockpit with her that moment. Ran gasped frantically and altered the ship's course. The vessel jerked violently as Ran dead-stared into the depths of space. She paused and caught herself while the planet was out of her field of view. She moved her hands away from the controls and turned to the Jedi aboard the bridge with her.

"I'm sorry about this," She let out a shallow breath. "But I don't think I can go down there. If I did I- I- I-" The terror was obvious in her eyes. It clutched her throat and mind. She struggled to finish her sentence so she formed a different one. "I was made here." Saying it broke her.

Flashes in her mind. Strong emotions permeated within and around her. So strong one could sense or even see them through the force. Her consciousness lashed out providing everyone aboard the ship glimpses into her mind. Memories flooded in painfully.

A young Ran, Subject 19, being poked and prodded by scientific instruments. She was strapped to a hospital bed. Machines measured her forced mutations. Her tiny body convulsed in pain as Sith scientists looked on without sympathy.

Another flash. Young Ran was strapped to an altar. Sith sorcerers chanted and sang a foul and wretched spell. More pain for young Ran. She struggled to keep her eyes open. The only thing she could see was the Sith Holocron hovering above her. It's matrices reflecting dark side energy into her mind, subjugating it to the dark ones will. Then darkness as the older Ran's mind shut down. No more memories, just a loss of consciousness in the pilot's seat.

In her unconscious state she whispered to the young Jedi with her. "The holocron is the artifact. It must be destroyed."


 
Spitfire Soul, Heart of Gold
zeU8GQy.png




Distant Memories
Picsart-24-10-06-11-12-16-972.png

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman | Purple Bracelet
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 [x] | Lightsaber 2 [x] | Hook Swords

So much for a simple artifact retrieval mission under the Archive keepers' watchful eye...

The moment Ran slumped in her seat, the ship veered off course—fast. Azzie barely had time to shout a warning before the Larimar Slider pitched violently, a shudder ripping through the hull as the stars spun past the viewport. Emergency lights screamed to life, flickering red-orange across the bridge. The ship twisted in a slow, not quite nauseating tailspin, groaning with the strain of atmospheric gravitational pull.

Azzie lurched forward, bracing herself against one of the chairs to the side of her with a grunt. "Fark!" Her heart pounded as her eyes flicked to Ran. Still. Slumped. Whispering.

Azzie didn't allow herself to think about what Ran had said, what she had seen from the memories that threatened to overtake her. Made here. That was a fire for later. Right now? The situation was spiraling and she had to do something about it.

She dove forward, fingers at Ran's neck. A pulse—weak, but there. Relief hissed through her lungs even as adrenaline flooded her system. "She's alive," Azzie called, already moving. Her violet eyes locked with the brilliant silver of Everest, knowing that if there was one person she trusted in this moment to keep her steady, it would be the young woman she considered her sister.

"Eve—she's out cold, I need you on her, okay? Do whatever you can. I've got the controls."

No hesitation. Her legs moved before her thoughts could catch up. She slid into the pilot's seat like she'd been born to it, hands finding the console, fingers flicking through switches, instinct dancing with experience. The tailspin was sluggish, but damage could stack quickly if they didn't correct it fast.

"Xuko, Tyron—can one of you manually stabilize the ships atmospheric shields? The other sends a signal to the Grandmaster?" This had become more dire than expected, they needed to make sure their position was sent to the temple. "I don't care who does what, just that someone keeps the entry point from frying us like a Hutt's breakfast while I override the course correction. I don't know about you all, but I think I'd prefer to be smoked, anyway." The quip cracked in the air, dry and quick as a solar flare. It was for more than humor, but to ground them all in the moment in the best way she knew how.

She breathed through her nose, focused. Her fingers danced across the panel, reorienting thrusters and adjusting for spin compensation. "Come on, baby, come on…" The ship groaned, gravity pulling at them, but the nose tipped back toward control. Altitude stabilizing. It wasn't ideal, but it would hold as long as she kept at it. While systems realigned, she stole a glance at Ran again, concern tightening her chest.

She'll pull through. She has to. Azzie willed confidence into the Force, practically trying to convince herself as well, letting it flow through and outward despite the doubt that crept through the back of her mind.




 
Last edited:
Ran Serys Ran Serys Azurine Varek Azurine Varek Everest Vale Everest Vale Xuko Pagoi Xuko Pagoi Tyron Khan Tyron Khan
Location: Aboard the Larimar Slider


Rayia had spent the travel to the planet where the artifact allegedly was the same way that she spent all spacefaring. Restrained to her chair and fighting off the aggravation of hyperspace, all the while her claws carving and wrenching a pealing symphony as they carved through the faux-leather upholstery and durasteel frame beneath like butter with every twitch. Rayia suspected she appeared mad, though madness might have been preferable.

No, this was merely the same biological battle she fought every day. A curbing of instinct, of letting the beast within out and succumbing to it. She had gotten better at taming it. But there were still factors that caused it to fly into a rage. At the very least, the aggravation it felt in the presence of hyperspace was predictable. Like a needling spike of pressure in her skull, Rayia had come to expect the way it would throw itself at her mental restraints.

And so, as the twinkling, black void of real space returned, Rayia thought it might present her a moment to breath. A chance to wipe the sweat percolating from her brow. No, what awaited them was so much worse.

Rayia’s heart lept to her throat as she saw Ran collapsing, concern immediately blooming full force. But it was the flashes of memories that caused Rayia to wretch into her mouth. Not only for what she saw, but for the fact she understood it firsthand. Old memories were dredged up. An Imperial capital ship. Lying groggily on the table as she was hooked up to all manner of syringes, the carnage that followed. ‘You can’t think about that right now. Get up, do something!’

Rayia ripped herself up from her chair, leaving it a crumpled heap on the floor. She could still feel the beast lashing against its chains. The way her bones and muscles threatened to move under her skin, infused with unnatural strength. She had to find something to occupy her.

…The only question was what? Most of the tech was beyond her. And so, the new knight stood helpless amidst the chaos.
 
Last edited:
ATngI1G.png


Outfit: Robes
Equipment:
Lightsaber, Bracelet, Earrings, Engagement Ring
Tag: Ran Serys Ran Serys Azurine Varek Azurine Varek Rayia Si Rayia Si Tyron Khan Tyron Khan Xuko Pagoi Xuko Pagoi

FPA2fZU.png


The ship was lurching, lights pulsing red, and the hull groaning with every adjustment Azzie threw into the controls. But all Eve could focus on was Ran, slumped over the yoke, whispering broken things, sweat streaking her temples, until she was suddenly still and silent altogether.

Azzie’s voice rang through the noise, steady in its urgency, and Eve didn’t hesitate. She crossed the tilting floor in three bounding strides, every part of her ignited by instinct. Her fingers found the harness at the pilot’s chair, undoing it in one swift motion before reaching under Ran’s arms. The Mirialan was tall, her limbs long and heavy, and Eve was—well, not.

"Okay… I’ve got you, I've got you," Eve breathed, more to herself than to Ran. She braced, grounding her stance. Then, she reached inward—not for adrenaline, but for the quiet strength beneath it. The Force flooded through her muscles like light drawn through stained glass, amplifying her balance, her control, her raw power. Her legs flexed, and with a grunt of effort, she managed to lift and shift Ran from the seat.

The floor pitched again. Eve stumbled, holding Ran against her shoulder like a wounded sister. Sweat beaded along her brow as she half-carried, half-dragged her to one of the passenger seats and gently, but firmly, strapped her in.

Only once Ran was secure did Eve kneel before her and press two fingers softly to the Jedi’s temple, then her neck. Pulse—weak, but there. Ran’s eyelids twitched as Eve checked them, drawing them back slightly. There was something strange in her aura. Not just unconscious—tethered to something. Something deep, like a dark memory wished to be forgotten, coming back to haunt.

A chill licked at Eve’s spine, but she didn’t recoil. She cupped her hands, drew in a slow breath, and exhaled into the Force. A shimmer of white-gold light formed between her palms, small and flickering like a single candle against the storm. She pressed it gently against Ran’s chest. No words, just warmth. Soothing. Steady. Here.

Around her, alarms still blared. The hull still rattled. But beneath it all, a flicker of calm began to grow.

And then… it passed.

The ship eased beneath Azzie’s hands. Not safe, but stable.

Eve looked up, catching her sister’s eyes across the cockpit. She didn’t speak. Her heart was still thundering in her chest, her hands trembling faintly from adrenaline. But she nodded—one, firm, resolute gesture.

Then she turned her head slowly, scanning the others. Her fingers still rested gently on Ran’s shoulder. Whatever this mission was supposed to be—it wasn’t that anymore.

It was becoming something... darker.

And they had already crossed the threshold.

 


FPA2fZU.png
Outfit: Clothes
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsabers
Saber Hilts: Guardian Hilt | Vanquisher Hilt
Master: Kaeleon Seleare | Kei Raxis
TAGS: Ran Serys Ran Serys | Azurine Varek Azurine Varek | Rayia Si Rayia Si | Everest Vale Everest Vale | Xuko Pagoi Xuko Pagoi
Mentions: Valery Noble Valery Noble | Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor



The Besalisk was sat in one of the passenger seats available for the team of fellow Jedi that accompanied Jedi Knight Ran Serys Ran Serys out of nowhere the ship had a sudden change of course. Tyron didn't need to use the Force to acknowledge there was something bad unfolding around the Jedi Knight who had been piloting the ship he was a passenger of.

A callout from Padawan Learner Azurine Varek Azurine Varek was heard as Tyron went to the communication panel of the ship. A request to get in contact with Jedi Grandmaster Valery Noble Valery Noble about their current situation. He began setting up a signal transmission to be sent out to her. All the while he didn't sit back idle to do nothing else. The atmosphere went from peaceful to intense real quick.

"A signal is being transmitted to the Grandmaster." Tyron stated to Azurine.


Tyron saw Padawan Learner Everest Vale Everest Vale hurry off to Ran Serys Ran Serys body as she had collapsed. Something about this assignment didn't sit well with any of the Padawan Learners in this group. Tension flowing through them all possibly but Tyron drew back to his Jedi training. Closed his eyes over and began to enter a state of meditation. Applying the use of Meditation of Emptiness.

Padawan Learner Rayia Si Rayia Si was in his sights and Tyron made a call as she got up out of the seat she was sat on. Being calm and firm to send ripples of stability to fellow Jedi. This mission wasn't going to cause further chaos or any harm upon anyone. Tyron is here to be the Shield that Jedi Master Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor spoke of previously in a lesson he was a participant in.


"Help Padawan Vale. I'll keep an eye on the comms and help with the ship's functions with Xuko Pagoi Xuko Pagoi and Azurine Varek Azurine Varek we'll get things secured."

Working together as a team would get them through this predicament. Tyron will fulfil what objectives and roles necessary to not only turn this situation around but accomplish what Jedi Knight Ran Serys Ran Serys set out. Time was of the essence. The Besalisk was active and alert ready to assist anyone and everyone within the ship.



FPA2fZU.png



 
Outfit: Standard Jedi Robes
Weapon: Lightsaber

Xuko had been meditating peacefully in the cargo hold of the Larimar Slider, doing his best to pass the time on the way to their destination.

The key word being, had.

Suddenly the ship lurched violently, and with a cry of alarm Xuko was flung sideways into a pile of wooden boxes. Smaller boxes tumbled around him as Azzie fought with the controls up in the cockpit, and Xuko rolled with this new momentum to narrowly avoid a crate from falling on top of him. The ship stabilized somewhat after a few moments, leaving Xuko cursing the sudden disturbance while gingerly touching a rapidly-swelling lump on his head.

Xuko began making his way towards the cockpit, unsure of what had caused the sudden maneuvering but knowing that finding a seat to strap into was probably wise given the klaxons blaring throughout the ship. Add it to the list of things that I do not know. Xuko hadn't been given many details about the mission- not because of negligence from the Jedi Master leading the expedition, but because details were in short supply. And Xuko couldn't tell by the ration of Knights to Padawans whether this was going to be a dangerous mission or a teaching one. The Force was leading the small band of Jedi... somewhere... in search of... something.

At least their recent reentry into realspace, combined with whatever was happening to the ship, indicated that he'd likely have his answers sooner rather than later.

That, or he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore.

Xuko made it to the bridge and took in the situation. The leader of this expedition, Ran Serys Ran Serys , was slumped in a passenger seat, being buckled in by Everest Vale Everest Vale . He should probably approach the Echani at some point about the bump on his head, but she looked to have more immediate concerns. Azurine Varek Azurine Varek was helming the ship, and not for the first time, Xuko felt a swell of pride for his fellow Iridonian. Like their initial meeting in the jungle forest of Tython, she was acquitting herself well amidst a challenging situation.

Rayia Si Rayia Si was standing nearby, looking like she wanted to crawl out of her skin. Xuko didn't blame her- the shuddering of the ship, the wailing of the alarms, and the pounding in his head- meant that he, too, needed something- anything- to focus on besides his discomfort. Fortunately, Tyron Khan Tyron Khan , himself a beacon of calm amidst the chaos of the bridge, provided direction and assurance; help with the ship functions.

"I need your assistance" Xuko said to the Felacatian, trying not to focus too much on the remains of the chair nearby, nor how sharp her claws would've had to be in order to leave it in such a ruined state. "Your ears are better than mine. When I touch a button, I need to know if an alarm stops or if a new one starts." The Zabrak had no idea what any of the controls in front of him did, but he did know three things:

1) There were a lot of buttons.

2) None were labeled.

3) Most were flashing.

Here goes nothing.
 

yO08PsK.png
Her mind was fog. Her senses broke through sporadically. First it was the feeling of being carried, then the sound of Azurine's voice as she took control of the situation, and finally there was the force and its brilliant light. She could feel its warmth at the center of her heart and mind. In a few small moments her pulse adjusted, life came back to color her face, and the fog that had her mind dissipated leaving her only with some sort of stress-induced headache, a minor annoyance. Still, unable to open her eyes completely, images and memories flashed privately in her mind.

Her time on the uncharted dwarf planet had been torturous, with Ran living her life as a backseat driver in her own body. The feeling so unnatural and twisted she tried to rebel against it for thirty years to no avail. The closest thing she had to a name was Subject 19, and she hated it. She wanted her body back, to make the name Subject 19 mean more than forced death, destruction and subjugation made in the Sith's name. There were times when she almost gave up only to be shepherded and bolstered by what she came to realize was the force and her destiny. All those years spent in the backseat of her body and mind until she could take control, and take control she did.

More memories of kindness, control, and the force came to her. Her quest to undo the atrocities committed with her body. Her quest to become a Jedi Knight and protect the galaxy from the Sith and the past that had created her. This world had no more control over her and she knew that, but her senses screamed to stay away in some misguided trauma response. Ran in her half unconscious state reached out to the force and quashed those hard feelings she had as Subject 19, because she was no longer Subject 19, and hadn't been for a long time.

I am Ran Serys. Jedi Knight of the New Jedi Order. She repeated in her mind a mantra as she fought back the demons of the past.

I am Ran Serys. Blade of Selvaris. Chief Archivist of the Jedi High Council. Jedi Knight of the New Jedi Order. Friend of many. Foe of the dark side. Family to those I love. This world has no hold over me. She declared in her mind, with all the strength she could muster, breaking free of the past's hold on her, at least for now. Still half-incapacitated she remained as she watched herself and the events on the bridge unfold from some sort of outer body experience. She reached out from the other side, telepathically, with the force and with the knowledge she had to push the padawans and knights in the direction they needed to go both literally and figuratively, and she promised she'd be okay soon. She wondered if she'd get through to them.


 


FPA2fZU.png
Outfit: Clothes
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsabers
Saber Hilts: Guardian Hilt | Vanquisher Hilt
Master: Kaeleon Seleare | Kei Raxis
TAGS: Azurine Varek Azurine Varek | Ran Serys Ran Serys | Rayia Si Rayia Si | Everest Vale Everest Vale | Xuko Pagoi Xuko Pagoi
Mentions: Valery Noble Valery Noble



On the ship things may have taken a turn but everyone here are more than capable to handle matters. Teamwork made the dream work as the phrase goes. Stood in the ship's hall where everyone had been occupied performing their tasks. Tyron still waiting for any response from the Jedi Grandmaster Valery Noble Valery Noble as he sent out a transmission to her. There was no doubt and he wouldn't allow that to creep in on himself or anyone else around him. Steady the course and not break was on his mind.

The Besalisk closed his eyes over for a few moments to hone his focus into the Lightside of the Force. Bask in the energy that penetrates and surrounds not only him but the other Jedi with him. Decided to use the bonds and connections present among all. Tyron drew on the Force with good intentions behind his motions and began to send streams of the Lightside out to the others.

He was using the Force ability known as Inspire filling his fellow Jedi with courage and hope. The Besalisk becoming the calm eye of a storm that the team of Jedi were confronting. Even Jedi Knight Ran Serys Ran Serys could possibly pick up on the ripples Tyron was emitting out of his person unto everyone. Bolstered her telepathy too.


"I hear and feel you Master Serys. No-one is being abandoned. I know you haven't abandoned us. We're all here for each other master." Tyron spoke calmly backed by confidence and reassurance from the tone of his voice that all can hear.

"We are Jedi. Together we stand united. We will not give up." He was speaking to everyone on the ship. Hoping that his actions and words displayed a strong foundation of maintaining faith and hope as any Jedi should when there was trouble afoot.

Despite the situation among the group Tyron knew everyone would continue their roles as he would as well. The Lightside of the Force continued to wrap around and act as a boost to all the Jedi within the Padawan Learner's vicinity. They can tap into the energy and welcome it to concentrate further. It wasn't to be forced on anyone but there to serve as support.



FPA2fZU.png



 
Xuko was no closer to understanding what he was doing, but he was having a great time doing it. Guided by Ran Serys Ran Serys 's telepathic instructions and egged on by Tyron Khan Tyron Khan 's Force inspiration, the Zabrak contentedly pushed button after button on the console. Many of them had no discernable effect, but gradually the shuddering of the ship lessened, as did the number of alarms. The ship's atmospheric shields had been stabilized, but the team of Jedi weren't out of danger just yet.

A message flashed on the control panel in front of Xuko, and the Zabrak peered at it while the Larimar Slider broke through the clouds of whichever planet they were traveling to. "Excessive atmospheric entry speed detected" he read, confident that Azurine Varek Azurine Varek had come to the same conclusion but wanting the others on the bridge to be aware. "The ship suggests that we restrain ourselves in our..." his sentence was briefly interrupted as his eyes fixated for just a moment too long on Rayia Si Rayia Si 's ruined seat in spite of himself. "...chairs."

Shaking his head like an etch-a-sketch to clear thoughts of her claws shredding his arms next, Xuko gripped the armrests of his own chair a little tighter as the ship started shaking violently again. Before long they would be on the planet's surface; only Azzie's skill as a pilot would determine if it would be in one piece or many.
 
Ran Serys Ran Serys Azurine Varek Azurine Varek Everest Vale Everest Vale Xuko Pagoi Xuko Pagoi Tyron Khan Tyron Khan


Frozen as she was, it took a moment for Tyron’s words to register. Rayia glanced over towards Eve, watching as the smaller woman struggled to pull Ran from her chair to a suitable position to begin healing her. Beyond the initial difficulty of actually achieving a stable position, it seemed that Padawan Vale had things well in hand. Rayia could feel her soothing, steady light bolstering Ran against the onslaught and felt grateful. Grateful because the new knight could do nothing to help. She had not learned the healing arts.

Even so, she drew strength from it and turned her attention fully towards Xuko when she heard him request her help. And as luck would have it, she was perhaps better suited for that task. Not only for her sharp hearing as Xuko had pointed out, but also due to her unique sensory perception as a Felacatian. Slowly, Rayia let her tail slip from its sheath as she stepped up with Xuko to the console and sucked in a breath as she stepped into the maelstrom.

A Felacatian’s tail was a highly specialized sensory organ keenly attuned to the vibrations of movement and atmospheric changes. It allowed Rayia to “perceive” motion in her vicinity, letting her interpret individual movements. It also… meant that travelling through space came with the sensation of falling continuously.

But as Rayua’s golden eyes strayed over Ran’s face, and she noticed that Ran still squeezed her own shut, she knew that nausea would be worth it. One long, tapering, tufted ear perk as Xuko hit one of the buttons on the console. Rayia shook her head as the soft, pneumatic hiss of piping crept forth and the sensation of falling did not lessen. “Nope. I think you just purged the exhaust valves. Try that one,” Rayia commented, doing her best to guide Xuko to the right button.

Eventually, as the shuddering of the ship stabilized and the brilliant flare of a reentry corona was shoved back from the cone of the ship, Rayia nodded. She half chuckled at Xuko’s suggestion that she resume her seat. It was a low thing, devoid of mirth. Hoping to forestall any further glances her way thereby distracting someone during a vital operation, Rayia spoke loud enough to be heard in the cockpit. “I’ll be fine. Just keep us from smashing on the rocks, please?”

Wrapping her arms around the headrest of the seat in front of her, and bracing her claws into the durasteel plating of the deck below her, Rayia couldn’t help a thought from popping into her head. ‘But I’m definitely gonna owe Ran a welding job.’
 
Last edited:
Spitfire Soul, Heart of Gold
zeU8GQy.png




Distant Memories
Picsart-24-10-06-11-12-16-972.png

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman | Purple Bracelet
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 [x] | Lightsaber 2 [x] | Hook Swords

Azzie barely had the time to look up the moment she took over control of the ship. Every second, every movement was precious. She heard the voices, giving nods of acknowledgment to each, but her focus remained on the ship.

"I have a plan. It's a risky plan, but it's the only one we've got at the moment. Strap in, ladies and gents! It's going to be a rough ride!" Azzie called out quickly to the others. The way a ship moved while it was in space versus when it was in the atmosphere were two completely different beasts, and they were smack dab in the middle of the transition point—going much too quickly. With the shields in place and the sheer size of the vessel, she was going to have to force a gravitational drift to correct the course.

"Pull up. Pull up. Pull up." An electronic voice went off at the front of the cockpit.

Rather than rely completely on the wheel, she moved a hand quickly to the thruster panel, augmenting them to a swift port-side shift rather than a more gradual one. Her other hand pulled the controls as hard to the starboard side as she possibly could. Immediately, the ship curled to the side as the shields met with the incoming middle part of the atmosphere, groaning from the pressure. Still not fast enough. Maneuvers like this were normally meant for smaller ships with much more maneuverability.

For a moment, as it felt like all air was being held in her lungs, refusing to release it, she whipped her head to the traction system... no, it was a crazy idea. One that would need an insane amount of timing and would very likely destroy the tractor system entirely. So crazy that it just might work.

Time slowed around Azzie as she let the breath out through her nose. For a brief moment, she saw the aura of Ran not just at her body but also next to her. She heard the encouragement loud and clear. "I need you to trust me... it will work." She whispered under her breath to the chief archivist, flipping switches to open the beam hatch. The target? A small asteroid burning up on reentry. One that would never hit the planet but could give a focal point to use centripetal force to their advantage.

Target locked.

"Hold on!"

Her fingers found the ignition for the SLAM system, bursting the engine power as high as it could go for the thrusters into the turn. The groan of metal followed by rapid pops and one quick explosion signified the loss of the beam. Both of Azzie's hands immediately took the controls, keeping the ship from barreling out of control as it was slingshot outward. She just needed to hold her steady for a little longer. Warning voices and lights eventually petered out. Well, all except for the poor tractor system. Hopefully they wouldn't need it for the rest of the mission.

Her shoulders slumped back against the pilot's chair, releasing all of the tension she didn't realize she was holding, the flight finally becoming as smooth as a knife through butter. "Everyone sound off; I need a head count of who's currently conscious, and we'll go from there."




 
Last edited:
ATngI1G.png


Outfit: Robes
Equipment:
Lightsaber, Bracelet, Earrings, Seer Stone, Engagement Ring
Tag: Ran Serys Ran Serys Azurine Varek Azurine Varek Tyron Khan Tyron Khan Xuko Pagoi Xuko Pagoi Rayia Si Rayia Si

FPA2fZU.png


Even unconscious, Ran radiated something powerful, something focused. Eve remained close, hand gently resting near the Knight's shoulder, the soft current of the Force still streaming from her touch. She could feel it now, fragments of a mantra forming, quiet but resolute, echoing from deep within Ran's spirit.

Eve closed her eyes for just a moment and sent back a pulse of reassurance, not words but something quieter, simpler. Warmth. Presence. A quiet message.

She opened her eyes and turned, catching Tyron's calm presence like a grounding tether in the chaos. His steadiness hadn't gone unnoticed. She gave him a small, quiet smile and a grateful nod, an unspoken thank you for the light he had woven through them all.

The ship lurched again. But this time… it settled. The alarms quieted. The groan of strain eased from the metal walls. The jarring turbulence gave way to something smoother, less like a crash and more like controlled descent.

Eve finally exhaled.

When Azzie's voice rang out over the cockpit, asking for a head count, Eve raised her voice, steady and clear.

"Ran's okay. She's stable."

She rose carefully, casting one more glance back toward the Knight, then made her way toward the pilot's chair. Azzie looked pale with effort, tension still clinging to her frame, but she'd done it. Somehow, against impossible odds, she'd done it.

Eve placed a hand gently on her shoulder, her voice low but full of awe.

"Well done, Azzie. That was incredible."

She glanced toward the controls — still blinking, still beyond her understanding — and gave a soft, sheepish smile.

"How's it looking? Are we in one piece?"

 
Blissfully unaware of the complicated, high-risk maneuver that Azurine Varek Azurine Varek was attempting to pull off, Xuko simply held on for dear life as the Slider rocketed through the atmosphere. He did, however, understand more fully the peril they were in, finding his earlier good mood evaporating quicker with every jolt of the Slider. At one point the ship actually accelerated- which, given their current speed, Xuko did not think was possible- before slingshotting around in such a way that drastically decreased their momentum and eventually brought the ship under more control. Xuko let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, feeling weariness set in as the adrenaline drained out of his system.

"Present and conscious" he said, with a slight shake in his normally even voice; being in such danger, and without the ability to impact the outcome, had strained him more than he cared to admit. He took a steadying breath and glanced around to see how the rest of the Jedi had fared. "Thank you for your assistance" he said to Rayia Si Rayia Si , but she wasn't the only one who had helped.

The Zabrak's gaze alighted on Tyron Khan Tyron Khan , who had somehow remained a bastion of calm throughout their perilous descent. Xuko resolved to ask the Basalisk for advice at a later point, envying the Knight's poise.

"I observed many smaller pieces breaking away from the ship and burning up" he said in response to Everest Vale Everest Vale 's question, missing the subtext behind her question. "I doubt we will be able to recover any of them on..."

Xuko turned his gaze back to the viewport, taking in the terrain that was coming into focus as the ship continued its descent. "...whichever planet this is. Where are we?"

Ran Serys Ran Serys
 

yO08PsK.png

From outer body experience to the blackness of unconsciousness, Ran followed the echoes of the force back home. The inspiration that Tyron used to connect them, and the grounding presence left behind in Eve’s wake, Azzie’s courage, and Xuko and Rayia’s cooperation, Ran tethered herself to their actions and finally once the danger of a rough ride was gone focused her innerself enough to recover.

A gasp, a ragged breath, and then a gentler one. Ran opened her eyes and looked at the Jedi gathered on the bridge. Slowly she undid the straps confining her to her seat, wiped a sweaty from stress brow, and stood up to her full height. Her bare feet balanced her stride as she joined those that hovered over the pilot’s seat.

“We’re in uncharted territory.” Ran answered Xuko’s question softly. “The wrong side of the Peranin Nebula.” Ran winced as the smallest sound, even her voice, reminded her of the trauma induced headache that vibrated against her mind. “That planet is the place where I was made, experimented on, it is the source of a life I lived before the Ran you all know today.” She let that sit for a moment. It was confusing without all the details.

“Good work in keeping the ship upright,” She said to Azurine, changing the subject. “For bringing me back,” To Everest and Tyron. “And for being there for each other.” To Xuko, and Rayia.

“This will be a difficult time for me.” Pain shot through her mind again evidenced by another wince. “I hope you can be there for me just the same.”

She sat down again already tired. “Take the ship down. We need that holocron. We’re not leaving without it.” She said as if it weren’t up for debate, but she knew that the mission was always up for debate when this many Jedi were involved, and this many complications had occurred so quickly and so early.


 
Spitfire Soul, Heart of Gold
zeU8GQy.png




Distant Memories
Picsart-24-10-06-11-12-16-972.png

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman | Purple Bracelet
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 [x] | Lightsaber 2 [x] | Hook Swords

"Let no soul here ever be able to say that I can't wrangle my starships." Azzie joked releasing more tension than she realized she was holding. She moved to setting a few switches back into place to bring the Larimar Slider back into a soft cruise so that she could better assess the situation at hand. "Ladies and gentlemen, you are now free to move about the cabin."

Her focus shifted to the group first, eyes scanning each person while her ring scanned ar vitals. There were a few elevated heart rates, but nothing major so it seemed.

"How's it looking? Are we in one piece?"

"I observed many smaller pieces breaking away from the ship and burning up. I doubt we will be able to recover any of them on..."

"If by one peice, you don't include the tractor system, then yes. It went out fighting though, what a hero." Azzie gave a mock salute before pulling up a diagnostics pannel, running over the results that came back. "Nothing that should keep her from being unoperational. We have some minor hull damage, mostly from the heat. The shields and engine shunts are going to need a good long cooldown. Other than that, we seem on track."

As Ran spoke, she put her full attention to the master. This was already rough on her, she could see it in her eyes. A mental note was made then, almost a promise to herself, to make sure she was ready to take charge wherever, if ever, it would be necessary again.

“Take the ship down. We need that holocron. We’re not leaving without it.”

"Give me a second to reset the tracking coordinants aaaaand—" her hands moved across the controls as she spoke, while the map display switched through different modes and manual inputs, "There we go. Looks like I can't set us down right on top of it, not enough landing space, but I have a radar scan showing a clearing a few meters to the south-west near a mount ridge."

Keeping her amethyst hued gaze out the cockpit view points, she started taking the decent down through layers of cloud cover. "It might be helpful if we have an idea of what we might expect out there, if you don't mind Master Serys."




 
ATngI1G.png


Outfit: Robes
Equipment:
Lightsaber, Bracelet, Earrings, Seer Stone, Wayfinder's Flare, Engagement Ring
Tag: Ran Serys Ran Serys Azurine Varek Azurine Varek Xuko Pagoi Xuko Pagoi Tyron Khan Tyron Khan Rayia Si Rayia Si

FPA2fZU.png


Eve’s hand slipped from Azzie’s shoulder as she took in the others’ voices, their chatter overlapping in the aftermath of crisis. Xuko’s assessments, Tyron’s steady assurance, Azzie's usual humour brightening the cockpit, even though she still wasn't quite sure what a 'tractor system' was.

Ran’s voice drew her eye. The woman seemed both fierce and fragile in the same breath, standing tall while pain flickered like static behind her eyes. Eve’s chest tightened. She felt the weight in Ran’s admission about this planet, the invisible scars that place had left on her. She inclined her head towards Ran, quietly respectful.

"We're here for you," she said, voice lowered, intended only for her.

She glanced at the console lights still blinking, all very confusing for her, as the shadows of clouds rolled past the viewport. She brushed her fingertips against her temple, trying to ground herself. She glanced at the flickering diagnostics, struggling to make any sense of it all.

This is why I hate ships...

She lightly rubbed her temples some more. The array of flickering lights were starting to give her a headache.

 

Users who are viewing this thread

Top Bottom