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This Crude Matter (open to the Republic's Jedi)

Means of ingress: Sekairo-class stealth transport. Stygium single-blind cloak, gravitic modulator, thrust trace dampers. The holy trinity of stealth.

Location of target: Kenobi-class praxeum ship. Seventeen hundred metres, forty thousand droids, crew of just under eighteen thousand. One very large bow gun, type unknown.

Primary line of defense: Second Skin. No way for me to hide the Dark Side signature, but this suit isn't for treading lightly. I'll use scattering to keep even Jedi seers from perceiving us, but they'll all feel that something is wrong. The suit should, emphasis should, be able to keep me incognito.

Primary ally: [member="[/I][I]Ket Van Derveld"]. Known random element, to say the least, but we share a few goals.

Objectives: Sith talismans, amulets, texts and tracker bugs taken from the Korriban Temple. Minor healing crystals. Mental mazes. Holocrons, if any. We know that part of the Korriban cache was placed on the praxeum ships, but we don't know if there are any holocrons, either Sith or Jedi, present on this ship.

Estimated time of arrival: Six minutes.

The Sekairo-class, invisible and hidden to all sensors, narrowed in on the Kenobi-class praxeum ship. Many, many corporate connections had been required to give Rave some idea of where this ship might be, and it had taken rather a long time. Mobile praxeums, after all, tended to move around. This particular location was at the outskirts of an inhabited system; they'd apparently caught the praxeum ship not long after its reversion.

What would the Jedi do, when faced with a feeling of foreboding and a small potential hyperspace contact that hadn't actually produced a ship?

Heads up to [member="Kiskla Grayson"], and I'll post this thread up in the Republic forum. The premise of this thread is pretty much just 'We know Korriban got stripped clean, we're guessing it's spread out and there's a chunk of it on this praxeum ship we've been trying to track,' which folks on both sides feel is pretty reasonable.
 
Ket stood quietly within the Sekairo-class stealth transport. He had been quite surprised when he'd received Rave's encrypted transmission a few days ago. Yet, as daunting the task seemed, the rewards were well, well worth it. He'd agreed to this endeavour with nary a thought. The Sith artifacts on-board would be his, within reason. He wasn't that greedy, no, he just had plans that required a fair few of the trinkets Rave mentioned. His sabers were secure within the spring-loaded holsters upon his forearms. He pulled the KD-30 Dissuader slugthrower from it's thigh holster, and popped the clip. A quick glance told him it was still fully loaded, and with a quick push, it slid back into place. The slugthrower found it's way back into the holster, and he snapped the retaining strap into place.

His main focus, however, was masking his Force Signature, sufficiently enough that to anyone whom might be trying to feel him out, he was just another merc trying to get paid. How sorry he felt for them, at this moment. They truly would have no idea just what lay in store for them. Then again, be it Jedi, Dark Jedi, Sith, Mandalorians, it didn't matter much to him anymore. He lumped people into three groups these days; Those with power, those without, and those who had no clue. This day, he felt those aboard that grand Kenobi-class Praxeum fell right into the third category.

"Are we ready?" he said quietly to his companion in this whole ordeal.


[member="Rave Merrill"]
 
Kana had to admit she found herself surprised to be on the Praxeum again. Last time she had been aboard she had convinced herself that it’d be somewhat something of a once in a life time experience.

The ship was still amazing in her eyes and she welcomed all the space, both on the inside and the outside. She looked around the ship, what kind of girl would Kana be if she couldn’t at least appreciate the beautiful flirt with death in case something went wrong here?

Not that anything would actually go wrong, what could possibly go wrong here? They were in the middle of space. Then again, last time she had been aboard there had accidentally been a ‘malfunction’ in the life support systems. Now whether it was because Kana and VlPER had gotten a bit too carried away when they explored the ship or not was a matter of discussion for another time, or preferably never.

Idly walking through the corridors of the magnificent beast that was the Praxeum she hummed and whistled to the great annoyance of those around her trying to focus.

“Oh, uh, sorry.” Kana bowed. “Won’t happen again.”

Yes it would - and soon - this ship had that effect on her.

[member="Ket Van-Derveld"] | [member="Rave Merrill"]
 
Corvus didn't need an excuse to travel on the Praxeum. When the opportunity presented itself to go on-board to view a holocron with information about Master Fisto's use of Teräs Käsi alongside his usual lightsaber skills, she jumped at the chance. Corvus considered herself competent at both but combining them without Tracyn to guide her was proving challenging. So she reviewed the information whilst, at the same time, engaged a droid to help develop her blending of the two.

[member="Rave Merrill"] | [member="Ket Van-Derveld"] | [member="Kana Truden"]
 
Marcello sat quietly on the bridge of the Kenobi-class Praxeum vessel. The Jedi Master had elected to remain onboard following the mission to Eclipse. Why? Truth be told, he had no idea. The allure and pull of the stars constantly drifted against his mind. There were few places that the spacer turned Jedi felt at home - amongst the vastness of space was certainly one of them. Outside of that, it seemed that, perhaps, the vessel had been without a steward a supervisor for nigh on too long. Funny thing - he'd asked for no permission and made little more than a passing notification to [member="Kiskla Grayson"]. A part of him wondered if he wasn't, perhaps, avoiding her to some extent in the wake of recent events.

Marcello, of course, knew that was not true. There wasn't any reason to avoid Kiskla. They'd had a very necessary conversation, but the bliss that followed the reunion quickly became overshadowed by reality. The simple reality was that they were both needed elsewhere...on the front lines of the struggle against those which threatened to overtake all. Running a hand through his long, golden hair, the Jedi Master thought back to his days in the military. There was, pretty much, no chance of him cutting the flowing hair anytime soon. It had become every bit an element of his identity.

As his hand drifted down to lightly scratch at the stubble on his face, Marcello's glacier-blue gaze remained locked on the view outside. For the time being, they had no real committments, need to be anywhere. Marcello, privy to conversations the others onboard weren't necessarily, knew that it would be time for them to return to the heart of the Republic before long. It seemed the 'powers' in the government were all in a frenzy over a great many initiatives. Kiskla had asked him to return with the Praxeum he temporarily exercised stewardship over so that Asmundr could remain amongst the stars - guiding the training of their youth. Vessels couldn't just float around space indefinitely, after all.

Coming to his feet, the Jedi Master adjusted the folds of his black cloak as he proceeded towards the flight deck's exit. Perfect time to check on the others - the enthusiasm of the Order's newer members always helped to give him hope for the future. That was when it hit him. It wasn't as blunt or obvious as most sensations of darkness rippling around him, but he'd been battling the forces of the Sith too long now not to...recognize similarities. He supposed he had repeated exposure to the likes of Darth Shara to thank for that.

Stopping cold in his tracks, Marcello slowly turned his head back in the direction of the bridge. Long, purposeful strides carried the Jedi Master back through the blast doors and directly to the vessel's Captain. "Captain... We're alone in this system, correct?"

The Captain looked at the Jedi like he was crazy for but a brief moment. He hated when the Jedi did their mystical thing. "Uh...yes, Master Matteo. Why?"

Marcello's ocean gaze stared at the holographic representation of their immediate surroundings for a few silent moments before he shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing. Just had a...feeling." Nodding his thanks, the Jedi turned once more and prepared to return to his original course.

"There was something a little bit ago...sensors managed to detect a brief celestial vergence."

Marcello merely stared at the Captain, expecting the man to continue. "Yeah hyperspace event, I got it Captain, accelerate to your destination."

The Captain cracked a brief smirk. "Turned out to be nothing. We did a full sweep - didn't detect any vessels or movement. May have just been an issue with the sensors or perhaps residual raditation from some other celestial event."

Marcello nodded his head...slowly. "Yeah. Maybe. Let's just keep in mind we are at war...training ship or not."

"Of course, Master Matteo."

With that, Marcello hastened his departure once more. He was calm and no more on guard than he tended to constantly be these days. He did, however, keep himself just a touch more open to the gradual motions of the Force around him. Perhaps he was just tired.

[member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Rave Merrill"] | [member="Ket Van-Derveld"]
 
[member="Ket Van-Derveld"] [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Marcello Matteo"]

The Kenobi-class boasted serious sensor capacity, but the Sekairo's triple crown of stealth systems trumped...pretty much anything known to man, except for that odd little sensor node that Silk had just started making. As the transport bore down on the praxeum ship, it became fairly clear that Silk's little sensor node had not been included in this particular design. Force bless the Yalara trove.

"Ready. I'm suspecting there won't be much need for butchery to get what we're after. These ships were sent out to keep training out of the hands of the One Sith. Tython's compromised, Ossus is compromised, Coruscant's gone -- the Order has subsidiary temples on Cato Neimoidia and Ruusan, from what I've been told, but I seriously doubt they're capable of functioning as primary bases of operations any more than this undergunned piece of art deco." Rave snorted gently against the inside of her biotech armor. "Not for any length of time. You should probably know, Ket, my brother sat on the Jedi Council until it disbanded. He doesn't read me in on Jedi secrets, but it's clear enough that he's been busy setting up redoubts and foxholes all over the Rim. This war's been lost, and I don't have a problem kicking them while they're down in order to get back what's ours, much as I'd gladly torture every One Sith devotee into oblivion. I'd probably consider these people allies if they could actually accomplish anything worthwhile.

"All right. In through the hangar field, cloak and shield both still up. We'll have a handful of seconds to disembark before a response starts to come together."
 
"The Darkness will consume all it touches. Stars will burn black, ashes raining on lifeless worlds."

Somewhere deep in the Kenobi-class praxeum ship, much like Moping Myrtle, sat in a seiza the ghostly figure of one Iridonian female. Whispers would murmur about the sightings. She came and went. Often when in the need of a particular search of knowledge, if one was ready for it, ready to lend a hand.

Other times... well... she could be quite the glowering force.

This would be no different...

Or would it?
 
"The Jedi are nothing if not resilient. When one falls, two more show up in their place. They are even more insidious than the Sith in their own self-righteous way." the ancient SIth Lord quipped.

He turned his head to the viewports of the ship, and craned his neck to the left, a few audible pops emanating from the vertebrae.

"I only need 3. Just remember, where there are training Padawans, Knights and Masters will surely be near by."



[member="Rave Merrill"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"]
 
And just like foretold Kana was whistling and humming again as she strutted further down the hallways contemplating whether she should go back to training her force barriers or not. She paused her whistling for a second to take a look around the area she was in. Something didn’t feel right, like some sort of suspense was forming in the air yet nobody was acting on it.

Passing around a corner she found herself walking in a beeline toward what she remembered as the hangars. The hangars which she had only seen once, no wait, twice so far. She passed by the door and continued her walk down the corridors.

If only she would meet someone, it felt like days since last.

pls no ded thread
[member="Ket Van-Derveld"]
[member="Adele Adonai"]
[member="Rave Merrill"]
[member="Marcello Matteo"]
[member="Corvus Raaf"]
 
Corvus sensed something...wrong. She couldn't identify anything in particular herself. In part, she sensed the unease of others on board. As if many Jedi were having the same uneasy thoughts. Deactivating the droid and stowing the holocron, she picked up her neatly folded robe and put it on.

Kana was on board - somewhere. It seemed that on Ossus they would always bump into each other (literally) - but here on the Praxeum, their paths never crossed. Where would she be? Practicing? Possibly - she'd noticed that Padawan Truden was really putting in the hours recently - devoting more and more of her time to her studies. Corvus both liked and appreciated that.

So, a quick check of the obvious training rooms over and Corvus headed for the next most likely place - the hangar bay. She remembered their first meeting and how Kana seemed most at home surrounded by all of the ships.

[member="Ket Van-Derveld"] | [member="Adele Adonai"] | [member="Rave Merrill"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"] | [member="Kana Truden"]
 

VlPER

Victory is mine!
Viper had been walking the corridors as well trying to make it back to his ship, when he walked directly into the path of Kana. "Oof!" Came from his lips as he left than gracefully staggered backwards a bit. Shaking off the momentary disorientation, he focused on who he had just plowed into. "Oh wow, I'm so sorry, I---" a smile soon formed on his lips.

"Oh hey Kana. Sorry about that. I was just heading back to my ship...but you seem to be in a hurry as well. Everything ok?"

[member="Kana Truden"]
 
The cloaked ship eased through the hangar field; its rear boarding ramp descended, though the ship didn't quite touch the deck. The atmospheric field distortion would have been visible for a couple of seconds. Right now, the ship's commanders would have their first genuine proof that Something Was Up, and they'd have a pretty good idea of what that Something might be: a stygium-cloaked boarding attempt.

As the ramp lowered, Rave stepped off. She fell through the cloaking bubble feet-first. A handful of hangar crew turned from the fading atmospheric field anomaly as her bio-armor boots hit the deck.

Followed by the wheels of three dozen GT-F0 anti-boarding droids. They looked like astromechs, and unimpressive ones at that; they were designed to blend in just about anywhere. This many astromechs couldn't simply appear without being noticed, but as they fanned out in all directions, aiming for side passages and Turhaya-class freighters, their short-term strategy became evident. So far, they did not engage. Clad in a variety of color schemes and top shells, they aimed to at least partially blend in with the other forty thousand droids aboard.

Right about now, at a guess, Rave was about to get a monopoly on attention.

Sky-blue lightsabre in hand, she poured on the speed, sprinting toward the hangar door.

TL;DR: Cloaked ship hovering in the hangar. 36 astromechs trying to spread out and blend in. Figure in biotech/alchemical powered armor sprinting for the hangar door, carrying a blue lightsabre. Smells like Dark Side.

[member="Ket Van-Derveld"] [member="Marcello Matteo"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Adele Adonai"] [member="Kana Truden"] [member="VlPER"]
 
It was, naturally, the Flightline Supervisor that noticed the anomally first from his position in the control tower. The man arched a curious brow at the obvious distortion in the mag-field that protected the interior of the hangar. However, when a figure seemingly popped out of thin air and landed on the deck, his curiosity almost turned to fear before his training took over. As the droids were deployed, the supervisor quickly went about doing what he could to secure the hangar.

While the Praxeum was not known for being a combat vessel really...at all, they still maintained the same level of proficiency as other elements of the Republic Navy in various General Quarters and battle condition drills. Immediately, the supervisor depressed the button to slam the secondary, steel shield shut - thus eliminating the ability for any vessel to come or go from the hangar. At the same time, he activated the lockdown procedure for the hangar itself. This consisted of the sealing of several doors - some of them rather large. Given that the doors were all internal, they closed at varying speeds. Those with a responsibility towards maintaining integrity of the ship should a breach happen in the hangar, closed quickly. Those without said capability closed a little slower.

For sure - [member="Rave Merrill"] might have been able to access the Praxeum via the interior corridor just on the other side of the main exit, but most of the droids might not be quite so lucky without some kind of help. Satisfied his immediate actions had gone into effect, he immediately contacted the bridge. "Boarding, hangar level starboard. Secure in progress."

The Bridge team reacted immediately. Though Master Matteo had asked for klaxons and the like not to be used for planned operations, this was certainly...unplanned. A series of loud klaxons began emanating around the ship as warning lighting was activated. For now, full flourescent lighting was maintained to ensure sustained use of sight for those on board. "General Quarters, General Quarters - all hands man your battle stations, up and forward on the starboard side, down and aft on the port. Set Condition I throughout the ship. Security teams, starboard side hangar." The announcement repeated several times.

As was protocol, the vast majority of the ship wasn't really informed as to the actual issue. If you weren't part of a security team, you manned your damage repair locker and just waited to hear what was happening.

Marcello, however, had sensed the unease in several crew members working in and near the hangar before the announcement ever took place. Given that he was coming all the way from the bridge, he was still at a dead sprint in the direction of the...disturbance. He had questions...but the time for those would certainly be later.

[member="VlPER"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Adele Adonai"] | [member="Ket Van-Derveld"]
 
Corvus arrived at the hangar and saw VlPER and Kana talking. No sooner had she seen them when it all kicked off. Klaxons sounded, lighting changed, doors started closing and droids everywhere.

"What the... Did you see what happened? Any idea what set this off...

Corvus' words dried up as she saw a 'thing' running in their direction, wielding a blue lightsaber. The thing was clearly heavily armoured and - judging by its posture - not one of the good guys.

Corvus immediately looked to Sense the newcomer. Friend or foe? What aura was she able to pick up from the intruder - if any? She immediately sensed something strange. The armour was...living?

[member="Marcello Matteo"] | [member="Rave Merrill"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="VlPER"] | [member="Ket Van-Derveld"] | [member="Adele Adonai"]
 
The ghostly presence of Jedi Knight A'dele Adonnai would stir. She was but mere energy, intangible, but aware as one in the Force. Something wasn't right.

Let naught but a candle in the darkness illuminate that which remains unseen.

Be the candle. Lest you turn into the dark that consumes.
 
Kana nodded at VIPER and gestured with her hand that she was in fact okay. It would seem it was simply a jedi thing bumping into each other like that. At least that’s what Kana could say from previous experiences. As she opened her mouth to provide an apology of her own she was interrupted by the sound of alarms.

"What the... Did you see what happened? Any idea what set this off...”

A familiar voice and it wasn’t VIPER. It was Corvus Raaf, what a happy coincidence.

“I don’t know, you tell me Padawan Raaaaa-…” Kana arched her eyebrows and tilted her head forward as she took a look into the hangar. “Who is that?”

She withdrew the saber from her belt without turning it on.

“I don’t like this.”

[member="Adele Adonai"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"] |
[member="Rave Merrill"] | [member="Ket Van-Derveld"] | [member="VLPER"] |
 
As Rave leaped out of the opened door of her stealth ship, Ket was already next to her, using his connections to the Dark Conduits of the Force to Conceal his very form from the naked eye, using the Art of the Small to mask his presence in the Force to the point of being sub-atomical in scale. One such as the ancient Sith Lord Ket Van-Derveld did not take chances on a venture as audacious as this. Only those with an almost intimate connection to the Living Force would be able to either sense or see him, and he highly doubted more than one or two such individuals were present upon the PRaxeum this day.

Ket sped across the hangar like a bolt from a blaster, hauling arse toward the closing hangar door. Just as it was about to close, he lept through the small opening, tucking into a roll before coming to a crouch on the other side. He wondered for a fleeting moment if Rave had made it through with him. One hoped she did.

TL;DR: Highly trained, ancient Force User using Force Concealment and Art of the Small in conjunction to hide himself from prying eyes, bolting through the closing hangar door. REEKS of Darkside energy, but Knights and Padawans alike would simply sense a dark anomaly.


[member="Rave Merrill"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Adele Adonai"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="VlPER"]
 
Grumble. Grumble grumble.

The grunts from the large Viking weren't inaudible to those on The Bridge. There were a few things that were influencing his discomfort.

1.) There was an anonymous pressure coming from somewhere he couldn't quite pinpoint-- but it was an irritating precognitive tingle that caused his grip to tighten.
2,) His massive, horned helmet was heavier than usual today.

The oracle's golden eyes were stormy, watching the flux of The Force for any telling strings of information. Swirls and voices twisted before his metaphysical vision-- but that nagging feeling of surprise was not dissipating.

Something was happening on the other Praxeum. The less awesome praxeum that he didn't oversee. Obviously.
 
[member="Ket Van-Derveld"] [member="Marcello Matteo"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Kana Truden"] [member="viper"]

Ket's trick, while impressive, left her visibly accountable for his dark side presence as well as hers. Much as she disliked being this obtrusive, she had to admit that she didn't mind feeling like two or three Masters rolled into one. It helped that her armor possessed a limited photokinetic cloak; she looked like a chunk of shadow, her movements debatable apart from her lightsabre blade.

She rounded a corner at a dead sprint, and found Raaf, Truden and Viper constituted her first serious obstacle. She'd never been the sort of Master to try handwaving away knights and apprentices -- she'd won a kaggath against a Sith Lord as a young knight, and learned that particular lesson the fun way. Anyone could get lucky; anyone could be smarter than they looked; any Master could make a mistake.

Her offensive repertoire was limited, in some respects; she was an alchemist, first and foremost. Lightning came to mind, but she preferred not to expend that much power this quickly. Instead, like any good alchemist, she put her trust in her armor and just kept running. Her goal was to sprint right through them, take some hits, maybe run into the Master she sensed up ahead, and let Ket and/or the droids take care of the kids. She didn't so much as take a swing at the three of them, though she wouldn't have recommended getting in the way.
 
The figure kept its rapid approach and Kana saw no other option than to flick her saber on. A green pillar of plasma as if she wished to indicate some sort of warning to whoever this mysterious entity was.

However the entity had simply passed her by. A most strange move and very much not what Kana had prepared for. Quickly turning the saber off she began to give chase but it would prove futile. Whatever it was that ran past her had seemingly disappeared into thin air. Kana however was not one to give up.

She slowed down to a hasty walk. Whatever that thing was it was fast and probably long gone by now but she was nonetheless determined to catch whoever it was that had managed to elude her.

Checking her corners and keeping an extra eye over her shoulder Kana proceeded to patrol the area. Where could it have gone?

[member="Rave Merrill"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="VlPER"]​
 

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