What Comes Around

[Darth Empyrean]

Somewhere in the Unknown Regions
Circa 852 ABY
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It’d been months of searching the records of long forgotten archives and the hear-say of innumerable cartels; but where so many had failed to enlighten the organization, what came now was a truth he had not truly thought he’d hope to see. In the midst of rumors and slander, was the single connecting feature so many had failed to bring forth to date. Only now had something been done; as an aging god amongst men had been found.

Deep in the forgotten Unknown regions, where nebulas and anomalies riddled the paths the many were able to take was the slowly depreciating lucrehulk of a man no longer known on the galactic plane. A sith that served the Triumverate, a sith that ruled as Dark Lord, and a sith that held in his grasps the entirety of the now seemingly ancient archives of the One Sith; a man known simply as Adekos.

History had not forgotten his craven nature, nor had it forgiven him for innumerable transgression on humanity and mortalkind; but the man had looked to hide amidst the clouds of long forgotten star chains as a final retirement from all that he had created; the day of reckoning never seeming to close in despite the nature of his departure. It was a righteous day when the universe granted The GenoHaradan with that which would lead them to his location.

In the darkness of the space, a single cloaked corvette lurched into realspace, its soft whisper-driven engines letting almost nothing through as it rolled through the abyss. In the distance, Maliphant could feel the aging corpse of the lucrehulk; and on it disgusting visages created from years of solidarity and nothing but time to form a genesis of ill repute. It was blinding, amidst the nothingness of where the ship lurked, but it was no so much that he could not see his goal at the tips of his fingers.

Maliphant slowly opened his eyes, the darkness of his room meeting his gaze as he quietly stood and opened the door. The crew was moving about its usual processes, no questions as to who or why the group had come to this location; each of them knowing far too well that asking about things that didn’t concern them would mean their death. A need to know basis had been long established on the ship; and there was no reason to breach such a clause now, not at the precipice of greatness.

A hand moved to the communicator in his ear, his voice coming through to the bridge commander even now, a softness tickling even through the cybernetic digitalization of his tone;

“Prepare everyone in the hangar. We’re almost there.”

 

[Lief]

The ship rocked as it broke free from hyperspace, forcing the boy to look up from his studies and glance over the crowd of people who had been packed into the corvette. He still hadn't quite adjusted to that feeling, of being secure on a ship rather than carted around in the cargo bay like inventory, and he hoped that soon he'd be able to entirely ignore the sensation as everyone around him seemed to. That steady lurch was likely familiar to them; for Thesh, though, he had still expected to be flung aside, and the fact that he wasn't was rather unnerving.

At his side, Nilia sat. As he folded closed the book he had been reading, and pocketed the small dictionary that seemed to go everywhere with him, he turned his head to look at her for one fleeting moment before something else stole away his attention.

He hadn't quite adjusted to having a co-Apprentice, and though the woman was much older than he was it reminded him of a time long since passed, when he had siblings, and a family. Faces he could not recollect, names he could not recall, a time that consisted of blurred out visages and muffled voices in his mind.

Thesh shivered, and pulled his robes closer around his shoulders. He knew, by the change in static in the air, that they were nearing their destination. That only sought to make a little bubble of anxiety well up within him, for though he had faced many trials in the past weeks he had never had to perform in a place his Master might see. All of the reports had been made by third parties, and even then there had been things left off those reports.

Such as the scarring on his wrist.

This, though? This would be much easier for him to hear of any failures.

[member="Darth Maliphant"]

 

[Arekk]

THE UNKNOWN REGIONS​

Undetermined​

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INTERACTING WITH: [member="Nilia Saavilin"], [member="Thesh"]​

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Nothingness.

That's what he saw through the window, complete pitch black nothing. It had been a while since he had spent some time in space aboard any sort of vessel, traveling being a rare occurance for him if one considered his peculiar line of work. More grounded and less going back and forth between different systems, that's what everything had come to.

A couple of familiar faces were aboard the ship as he looked around, trying to make a mental note of everybody. Nilia had been sitting by herself by now while a kid laid eyes on her, seemingly busy with his studies. Strange to say the very least but what wasn't nowadays?

The silence had become unbearable by now so he plopped on the seat next to the only person he knew best than anyone here but remained quiet, not wanting to interrupt whatever she was doing or thinking about. Wherever they were going was serious business and he had high hopes that the whole ordeal would go as smooth as the others.

Disembarking couldn't come soon enough.

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[Thraxis]

Loadout:

Spoiler

Chasis Slot: Thraxis Armour Helmet Slot: Enigma Gas Mask
Cloak Slot: Phantasm Cloak Greave Slot: Thraxis Armour
Pauldron Slot: Thraxis Armour Foot Slot: Thraxis Armour
Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: None
Rifle Slot: DEMP Sidearm Slot: Pistolas
Misc: Null Generator Hand-to-Hand Weapon: Vambrace

He weaved a thread of noxious gas, his mouth cocked open as he looked at his container. It was massive, riddled with holes and was filled with vile poison's, that leaked and pooled in the creases of his container. The thing was a shipping container, locked with a chain and padlock. There were rumours going around as to what was in it, peeping eyes seeing nothing more than large standing barrels, and the occasional crack of static and noise coming from some black hunched over beast that rolled around, vanishing from view. He would reminisce to say he hadn't started those rumours, mild boredom kicking in as he infiltrated the ship with a few of his men. They did their load, done their work and followed the rules. Paid handsomely too. All to sate his boredom and spread the rumours of what horror the Slave had brought along in that container of sickle smells.

But, time passed. And so with all jokes. They got old. To him at least, the childish games of soft bangings, murmured calls and prerecorded animal noises rupturing the silence in a vague parody of life. No, he got tired, and when the call came, when the Slave made the muted call of it all to end, for them to rock up the container began to wobble, and snap, the chains rupturing and shaking as he ran forward, the body a gallant hammer against a splintered door as he tried for freedom. The pad jingled, the chains jangled and the door juggled from it's weakened hinges before the imprint became clear, a look of confusion between the crew as smoke began to fester and roll from the door, a well-placed smoke machine for a sense of decor and ambience. Thraxis was a man of spectacular entrances and this seemed right. That and he was out of cracking fireworks.

Before finally, the door snapped open in the hangar bay chains falling with a clang as out rolled a festering pirate, mixed in the cloud of smoke as lights flickered and his own visibility toyed around at his cloaks whims. He looked around, his breath a heavy parody of some over-rated sith lord, a mutter, ac lang and a whisper as he snapped around, grabbing a crew member whose face had turned white, flipping and pulling him into the confines of his smoke. He whispered a soft cue, that it wasn't for the static might just be worrying as opposed to pissing terrifying.

He was in there for a good few seconds, the smoke rolling and dispersing as it blew fumes, it was there it was revealed, the vile toxins and shifty poisons were down the man's gullet, a wide birthed smile across his face as he looked to the stars, the smell of alcohol rife around as Thraxis pulled himself out, his mask removed as strands of greasy and intertwined hair rolled down, covering gaping wounds and horrific scars that danced around two eyes of devoid black. He took in a deep breath, looking around with a wide Brooker smile. It was deep, nasally and the sort of smile that came with inhaling the great outdoors as he took a few steps out. Around an arm was his duffel bag, in another hand a long tube that he had punched into his mouth, a keg with straps holding it together and on his back. Behind him, there was no sign of food, and for the days he survived off the only food needed in a galaxy like this. Booze.

He bent over, falling into the smoke as he ran his mouth along it, inhaling gulping swaths of smoke, pressing his fingers into an O and parodying a good smoke, a deep breath of black as he rolled out and took the first look around. It was morbid. It was pessimistic. And he might've been on the wrong ship. Afterall, the first thing he saw was a child. That was chilling. Some planets were considering giving him a Restraining order on all children. Not because of the reason you may think, he just tended to be a bad influence and the police couldn't stop him from offering every child he met a cup of rum. His look was confusion as he looked around, squinted eyes as confusion lapped across him.

"I don't think. I am on the right ship."​

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[member="Thesh"] | [member="Darth Maliphant"] | [member="Arekk"]​

 

[Nilia Saavilin]

Space, The Unknown Regions, Undetermined Time
In Transit | Assisting The GenoHaradan | Combating Who Knows What | Interacting with [member="Arekk"], [member="Thesh"], [member="Thraxis"] ~ Kamikazee ~ "I shouldn't want it, but I want it, and it's killing my black soul."
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Nilia was used to playing nice with others.

But this, this felt a little different.

Gone were the dresses and jewels, but something more practical, close to 'casual wear', her hair tied up practically to keep it out of her eyes, a warm white leather jacket across her shoulders and matching pants to ensure mobility. Blasters weren't her favorite but she had one on her hip regardless, you never knew what was gonna happen this far out. Sure, Nilia was born and bred from Wild Space, but contrary to popular belief, that was an entirely different demon to the Unknown Regions. Her gaze wandered over to Thesh as he looked up to her and she offered the slightest smile back, the kind of grin you offered someone of his age to try and settle the nerves they could experience, before her attention was stolen by Ar'ekk moving to sit next to her, offering a soft, "Hey." once he settled.

And then the party came.

Nilia's gaze was immediately taken to Thraxis who absorbed her attention entirely, in the way an animal could perform a clever trick and draw a crowd's adoration. For the briefest moment she fell against her old Jedi companion, though really it was just an excuse to have her mouth closer to Ar'ekk's ear, so she could whisper a question meant to remain between them, "Please remind me that this will end well again, because I'm starting to suspect it won't."

 

[Arekk]

THE UNKNOWN REGIONS​

Undetermined​

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INTERACTING WITH: [member="Nilia Saavilin"], [member="Thesh"]​

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"Hey."

A K-16 Bryar pistol waited to be used beneath his leather jacket, trigger finger stirring to get some action soon. Everything seemed to take him directly to the inevitable point of shooting and taking someone else's life. It didn't make a difference to him who was on the other end as their image shattered in million pieces in his mind, making him forget forever.

The loadout he carried was pretty simple and straightforward for an operation such as this, traveling with light weight to maneuver in a fast and agile manner in closed spaces. An utility belt carrying some useful gadgets and the inner pockets of his jacket provided him with enough space to hold more items for the mission such as a datapad or similar.

The wait was killing him.

He met eyes with Nilia almost instantly, providing her with a reassuring nod and a smile that could warm the coldest of hearts. Pulling the girl closer as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and whispering into her ear gently, Ar'ekk tried his best to calm Nilia's nerves.

It wasn't the most ordinary of missions, let alone one that was like the ones they were accustomed to. The dangers of the mission were relatively unknown and that was slightly more than concerning.

"We will be okay, you hear me? Nothing will happen to you, I promise."

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[Lief]

Where previously the energy in the corvette had been minimal, those held within it relatively quiet, all at once that seemed to change. The sudden appearance of a man Thesh did not know, filled with fantastical theatrics, left the boy staring somewhat dumbfounded in the direction of [member="Thraxis"] who swiftly proceeded to express his uncertainty at where he was after staring in the kid's direction. No doubt he had not been expecting one so young to be venturing with them on this trip, but it was all part of his training and besides with all of his usual associates packed into the transporter, well, it wasn't as though he had anywhere else to be regardless.

When someone sat down next to Nilia, the boy turned his head and stared. Their show of affection, however brief and relatively amicable, left him somewhat confused, though he did suppose there was plenty about Miss Nilia he did not know. Why would she not have friends? And why wouldn't they be here with them now?

Still they hadn't spoken on the journey over here. Perhaps nerves were getting the better of them both, also. Not that either were likely to admit it, especially not to the likes of him.

Soon enough, however, instructions came forth for the men and women of the ship to gather within the hangar, and as with most things Thesh was quick to respond. He unbuckled himself from his seat, and rose on somewhat unsteady feet. Once he'd adjusted to being upright on a moving vessel, he set down the book he had been studying and instead picked up the electroblade that was never too far from his side these days. It had been resting beneath his seat, though being that their journey's end was nearing he thought it prudent to bring it with him.

He turned his head, waiting to see if anyone else was going to follow to the hangar, and set off in that direction himself. After all, he had no doubt that the instructions had been passed down from his Master - and Thesh wasn't the kind to defy the likes of [member="Darth Maliphant"] ... not if he knew what was good for him.

[member="Arekk"] [member="Nilia Saavilin"]

 

[Darth Empyrean]

The room Maliphant stood in wasd ark, almost clammy at the tempature he kept it. Far colder than the room had any right to be, he had been practicing breath control for much of the trip; a way to properly test his ability in manipulation of the force. He’d heard tales that some Jedi and Sith in eons passed were able to take a single breath in a month, though he was not to such a level yet. Between his meditation, telekinetic levitation, and his breath control, he had managed one breath per thirty two hours; which worked for him just fine.

For now at least.

Now however, was not the time to push his limits or test his powers in the force, as all of this was a warm-up exercise for what was to come. Reaching his closet, Maliphant moved to don the attire of what had come to be known as ‘Tiamat’, a mysterious god to the cult of the GenoHaradan, who up until now had only appeared as a hologram to most. Although his identity had been known by a number there, the vast majority he could not afford to have know this; and let it slide.

The most important of these was a fellow Archon he knew only as Ninkasi. She was a female Sith Lord, and that was the limitations of what he knew about her. She had, up until now, kept herself busy with manipulations near the core, bringing her own Maven and Retainers to put herself in a higher role on Bentaal IV, enough so that Maliphant believed he had traced her actual identity to a single branch on a shipping company on the planet.

Through prodding and guarantees, he had coaxed her out of her solidarity for the prize of a lifetime; the entire teachings of the One Sith and the possibility of the Telos Holocron. It was a deal they made behind the backs of Marduk, the founder of the GenoHaradan, and Vecna, a sith Maliphant didn’t speak with as much as he’d hoped. As talk spread between the council of adding another Archon to there folds, Maliphant saw and opportunity to consolidate; to tear down someone he would one day kill regardless.

A grin crept across his face as the robes cinched themselves to his form, donning the mask he had kept for so long. It was blackened, skulled and formed to disguise his features, while a profound ‘beak’ with electrum plating engraved into its sides gave at least the smallest semblance of wealth to its otherwise intimidating features. Its eyes were an abyss of black, and with a soft sight he tightened to his face as the force alchemy within began to hide whatever was beneath.

As the hood came over, he stepped out, long strides beneath the cloak to take him closer to his eventual goal.

 

[Nilia Saavilin]

Space, The Unknown Regions, Undetermined Time
Waiting Around | Assisting The GenoHaradan | Combating Who Knows What | Interacting with [member="Arekk"], [member="Thesh"], [member="Thraxis"] ~ Kamikazee ~ "I want money, and power, and champagne, and fame."
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"Yeah, alright."

It was a basic, trained reply but the ghostly smile following it more than made up for the simplicity. Her mind was too elsewhere with what exactly they were here to do to focus on what exactly he'd said to her, anyway. But it was a comfort and comfort, she could appreciate.

Once it was time to disembark from their transport the woman easily moved to detangle from him, following Thesh like his taller, more feminine, much more fashionable shadow. Which, in some ways, was true; despite their age difference, he was the senior apprentice to Tiamat. Dwelling on that for too long gave her a headache, though, so it was best to just go along with it and figure out the minutiae later.

Her fingers wove together and rested behind her back, in a posture certainly befitting someone both of diplomatic training and perceived status. Was it a matter of waiting now? She hoped not. Patience had never been one of her dwindling virtues.

 

[Arekk]

THE UNKNOWN REGIONS​

Undetermined​

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INTERACTING WITH: [member="Nilia Saavilin"], [member="Thesh"]​

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Calm before the storm.

The corvette wobbled as it commenced its descent on no man's land, danger looming where you least expected it. A cold breeze hit the back of his neck and sent chills down his spine, some familiar thoughts flourishing from the entrails of his mind. Supressed memories of langsyne that were assumedly long forgotten only to return with the sole intention of haunting you.

How long until we're out?

He had lost count of the time, their journey to the Unknown Regions cut rather short when in fact a considerate amount of time had passed. Unfamiliar faces sorrounded him, Nilia had disappeared to meet up with the studying child from earlier. Why would they bring a kid here wasn't exactly a question he was in the right to know unless he wanted a bullet in the back of his head.

That would've been a great idea a year ago. Not anymore.

Shadow the two of them would be his plan for today, make sure nothing happened to either. An all too familiar story with a tragic outcome but today this wouldn't be the case. He promised that much.

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[Lief]

By the time Nilia joined him in the hangar, Thesh was already prepped to go. Or at least, in his mind he was. Whether or not they'd need any specialized gear, such as a rebreather, remained to be seen after all. His electroblade held a prominent position upon his back, his robes covered the training gear he'd traveled over here in, and beneath that, upon his belt, he had a couple of things such as a commlink and flashlight.

He hoped he wouldn't need much more than he had. That armour wouldn't be a requirement, or long ranged weapons, because he had no experience wearing or wielding either. Breathing in through his nose he tried to focus on the metaphysical energy which surrounded the Galaxy, hoping that by connecting with it now he would be able to draw upon it if or when the time came.

The sound of another set of feet had him turn his head, and there the man Nilia had been getting cozy with stood. Thesh narrowed his eyes in distrust toward the stranger, his posture straightening into a somewhat stronger yet defensive state. He even went so far as to take a step forward, sort of between Nilia and the man, in a protective fashion.

Which, given the size difference, and the fact that Nilia was much older and more capable of watching her own back than he was, was somewhat amusing to look upon.

He wanted to say something, to get the man to back up, but all he did was glower and glare. In truth he was somewhat afraid of upsetting Nilia in the process, not only because it would get back to their Master but also because he enjoyed her presence. But he had no reason to trust this man he had never seen before, who Nilia had never mentioned before. And he didn't look like he was ready to back down any time soon.

[member="Arekk"] [member="Nilia Saavilin"] [member="Darth Maliphant"] [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Loadout:

Spoiler

Chasis Slot: Thraxis Armour Helmet Slot: Enigma Gas Mask
Cloak Slot: Phantasm Cloak Greave Slot: Thraxis Armour
Pauldron Slot: Thraxis Armour Foot Slot: Thraxis Armour
Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: None
Rifle Slot: DEMP Sidearm Slot: Pistolas
Misc: Null Generator Hand-to-Hand Weapon: Vambrace

Well. He could tell when he was the odd one out. They muttered between each other, a few odd glares and stares as Thraxis responded with a raised brow. "Right..." He responded, he looked around, this didn't seem to be the hangar. Which brought the question of how the hell he managed to get his container in here. But it seemed he didn't have time as the group of motley misery and friendship stuck together, shifting out and away in a heartbeat. He could've stopped them hell they might've at least given him the courtesy of what ship he was on but in this galaxy? Courtesy was dead and to expect it was a wasted effort. Jackasses. They had left a sour taste in his mouth as he looked around. Then he shrugged. Then he sat down.

He knew where to go, he wasn't daft, he was to meet at the Hangar Bay, but didn't particularly want to go with Romeo and Juliet and their long-lost son. It's just a kettle of awkward and something he had no intention of tagging along too. So, he waited, he propped a leg up on one of his empty kegs, a fresh tube brought out as he suckled at the nectar of death. Letting the minutes pass as he counted on his finger.

400, 399, 398...

255, 254, 253​

4, 3, 2...​

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1. And like that, he jumped from his chair, no time for stretches, no time for pause, he simply began a straight drive, running for the Hangar Bay. He hadn't put it to memory, hell he wasn't sure if this was the right ship still, so on the occasional turn, he paused, grabbed a stranger yelled in his face for directions, then broke back into a sprint, his festered wounds dripping as sweat pooled and rolled following his skin in intricate veins before finally, the whole room exploded with space, a true hangar bay found as he caught a glimpse of the trio of quiet, sullen misery. Well. He was hoping otherwise.
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[member="Thesh"] | [member="Arekk"] | [member="Nilia Saavilin"] | [member="Darth Maliphant"]

 

[Koda Fett]

THE UNKNOWN REGIONS​

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There wasn't a thing that consumed the Bounty Hunter's mind in the current moment. His Carbine held some weight to it with it's sling over his shoulder, dangling freely, and within reach at all times. The Clone was a cautious man, and perhaps his caution borderlined on paranoia, but it was truly warranted. Fett had been the target of several attacks, Empress Teta and Tatooine being the two most recent events, of course. The price on his head was complimentary, but ultimately bothersome. It hadn't inspired fear within the Mandalorian, but instead painted a picture that was to leave him out in the open more than he usually was. It had been beneficial for others to maintain friendships, call upon someone in need, but that wasn't the case with Koda. Already, he sat himself down with a staggering disadvantage. Yet, it was in his nature to do so. Fett didn't have friends, maybe one; only allies, only adversaries. Friends? They got you killed, created more problems than you ever required.

He stood still and silent, as per usual, the scratched, scorched, battered and bruised armour he wore over the entirety of his muscular frame told more stories than he ever could. A man of few words, such as himself, didn't have much to say anyways. Fett's gaze occasionally went left, right, up and down, seeing those that made their way into his line of sight. His back happened to be pressed against the wall behind him, his jetpack ever-present. A useful tool, and to think that one encased in such heavy armour could act as the tank, instead opting for agile versatility.

As a patient man, Fett could wait, and wait, and wait, and wait. He was, after all, being paid to stand there. That was how it seemed, truthfully.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

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‘Tiamat’

When Maliphant put on the mask, he had to put on the personality. The cruel, mysterious nature imposed by the persona he carried, shrouded in robes and whatever reputation came with the face he wore. Step by step, he fell into the rut that was the enigmatic persona known as Tiamat. All emotion fell, and only the Archon walked.

As the hallway panned, the mask became clear of his fellow Archon, that known as “Ninkasi”. Her metallic features haunted and held tight, her voice as cold as the durasteel she was layered in;

“Greetings, Tiamat.”, she said through the distortion of the mask’s vocalizer.

“Greetings.”, he responded, his voice twisted and distorted by his own.

She nodded, stiff and orientated around the shoulders; like a statue swaying in a harsh wind. It was a silent nod to each other, as the two came to the same unsaid conclusion. With this in mind, they walked into the hanger; black figurines that rolled darkness from their very form. By far, they were the most influential and strongest in the room, and their walk said that much. As the two walked, they moved to one of the local ships, moving inwards without saying so much of a word to anyone within, even those they might know.

The hanger itself slowly began to have a crowd form, more than the few Tiamat had brought, but many faces unknown to anyone there. These were Ninkasi’s Maven & Retainers, some of their faces recognizable by the well connected, others completely unknown, but each carried their own personality and style. They were dangerous, in their own right.

Before them, a spokesperson stood and began to speak on a makeshift podium out of a cargo block. His voice rang loud over the makeshift crowd, their eyes looking up as they all came from various sections of life; some mercenaries, some sith, but all of them united beneath two clans of the GenoHaradan.

“Aight, boys, here’s the job.”, he said with a boom.

“Inside that ship, we’ll be taking on unknown forces so we can get the bosses information. Holocrons, data, anything you can get your hands on that’s worth something. For every piece, you’ll be paid a percentage on top of your current rates.”, he said with a cry.

“Everyone report to your designated boarding craft, and we’ll get this thing started.”

With that, he hopped off the crate and began to read off alias, codenames, and real names followed by a number; each a designation for where they’d end up. Soon, they’d begin the journey through the void to meet the hull of this lucrehulk, and the transportation would begin.

[member="Koda Fett"] │ [member="Thraxis"] │ [member="Thesh"] │ [member="Arekk"] │ [member="Nilia Saavilin"]

 

[Jorel Geller]

Boarding action had never been something he particularly enjoyed, there were risks that one didn't have to account for when on solid ground. On one hand it encouraged creativity, on the other it kept the tools a his disposal so limited. Not that it mattered, this was the job, and he was being paid to do it, things being slightly less fun weren't going to stand between him and his share. Of course, the thought had crossed his mind to abandon the job and go for the bounty on the Mandalorian, [member="Koda Fett"]'s head would no doubt have caught a higher price than whatever his share was.

But that would have reflected poorly on his reputation, as well as the company's. And that, that couldn't be allowed. After all what was he without his reputation? He'd become nothing more than meaningless trash, waiting to be thrown out, he wouldn't matter. Beyond credits, beyond the enjoyment he found in carrying out every job, Jorel Geller needed to matter more than anything else. His choices had to matter, and how could they if no one fething cared.

He boarded without a word, sleek, but simple armor would keep him protected, and breathing if things went utterly sideways and he somehow ended up in the vacuum of space. It didn't suit his look, but aesthetic had to be compromised for functionality routinely, it was far better than suffering the humiliation of dying by being spaced thanks to a stray thermal detonator. That was no way for a dragon to die.

Several sidearms were holstered across his person, but the defining one was the rare beauty on his thigh, an LK-40 Flechette Gun. The thing was incredibly rare, only four had ever been built, and three had vanished after some fething degenerate had raided the shipment carrying the prototypes. But one had escaped, and now it was his, and he put it to very, very good use. Then of course there was his knife, a broad, terrifying thing that he'd taken as a trophy from his first mark.

The old man had an affection for the simple things when it came to blades, something he passed on to Jorel before his throat was opened. A shame he'd decided that the company's work was too 'immoral' for him, and he'd gone and talked to that foolish young reporter. Both of them could've been so much more, both of them could've mattered if they hadn't been so stupid. Alas, that wasn't his problem was it?

No, all that mattered was the task at hand.

[member="Darth Maliphant"] | [member="Thraxis"] | [member="Thesh"] | [member="Arekk"] | [member="Nilia Saavilin"]​

 

[Nilia Saavilin]

Space, The Unknown Regions, Undetermined Time
Witnessing A Strange Scene | Assisting The GenoHaradan | Combating Who Knows What | Interacting with [member="Arekk"], [member="Thesh"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Jorel Geller"], [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Darth Maliphant"] ~ Kamikazee ~ "My black heart's to blame."
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Nilia's eyes flicked first to Thesh, her eyebrows pressed together. It was an expression of 'what-the-feth-are-you-doing-my-guy' as she'd clearly noticed the sudden disconnect between Ar'ekk and her fellow apprentice immediately, the way the boy was positioned between them like he was prepared to square up with the former Jedi.

He wouldn't hurt me.

Thankfully for all involved, Nilia had been quite the successful diplomat.

"--Err, Ar'ekk, this is Thesh," She introduced the older to the younger with a stuttering voice, regaining composure after her revelation to try and keep things flowing smoothly, "And Thesh, this is Ar'ekk. I trust him with my life."

Hopefully, that'd be enough -- Her head turned as someone began to speak and direct them, forced into silence so she might listen and absorb as much information about the goal of all this. As the apparent-overseer began to organize and explain, her eyes wandered to the Bounty Hunter anyone with half their brain left would identify, the man with an extremely strange dual-pronged blaster, the one from before who she could assume was at least old friends with serious alcoholism.

What could go wrong?

 

[Arekk]

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SPACE, THE UNKNOWN REGIONS​

WAITING TO LAND​

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"Into the untravelled and undiscovered."​

w. [member="Nilia Saavilin"], [member="Thesh"], [member="Darth Maliphant"] and [member="Koda Fett"]​

Fiesty little one.

Ar'ekk's attention moved towards the little kid with the book, the same one that had been studying in solitude a few moments earlier standing between him and Nilia like a protective hound. It was an amusing thing to witness as Thesh became a little too overprotective, almost ready to tear off his head with a glare.

"It's nice to meet you, Thesh. You should know we are on the same boat here, I'll keep you and Nilia safe."

Regardless of what he said, the man was certain the kid would hurl back with some sort of clever response like youngings at their age always did. A simple word or phrase that'd sting you deeply because they didn't know better, because children always told the truth at a young age and somehow told the most awful of things to you without really meaning any harm.

"He's anger packed in a small container." He said while governing Nilia's ear, a muffled chuckle following his comment. "Impressive."

The infamous Koda Fett was aboard the corvette as well, drawn probably by the only reason someone of his kind would be here: Credits. He acknowledged him from afar with a firm nod, nothing else. Their mutual respect was regarded through effortless gestures.

How long do we have to wait?

 

[Lief]

Nilia's attempts at easing the tension between the pair seemed to work. Hearing from the woman's own mouth that Ar'ekk was no threat to her safety, he stepped back from between them though his gaze never once strayed from the man. He said not a word until Ar'ekk made a statement of his own, and there the boy shook his head once, firmly, and narrowed his eyes.

"I don't need your protection."

Which likely wasn't true at all, given that Thesh was just a child and had yet to get his first taste of bloodshed outside of wild animals and droids. Still, he couldn't allow himself to owe the man anything. Before he could say anything more the overseer began to speak, giving them their instructions. A hunt for information, for studious treasure, something Thesh had been privy to the process of before. Of course the likelihood of them getting what they needed without even the smallest bit of danger was slim to none.

Even if all they had to contend with were droids left behind from a bygone era.

When they were split up into boarding parties, the boy quickly learned that while he and Nilia were together as pre-planned and expected, so too was the man - Ar'ekk.

And so, with fury burning within his eyes, he stepped over to the shuttle that would carry them to their destination and double checked that he had everything he might need. At least with three of them they'd have a better chance of navigating and finding what they were after.

And who knows, maybe he isn't so bad.

Not that he'd let Ar'ekk know those thoughts, of course.

[member="Arekk"] [member="Nilia Saavilin"] [member="Jorel Geller"] [member="Darth Maliphant"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Loadout:

Spoiler

Chasis Slot: Thraxis Armour Helmet Slot: Enigma Gas Mask
Cloak Slot: Phantasm Cloak Greave Slot: Thraxis Armour
Pauldron Slot: Thraxis Armour Foot Slot: Thraxis Armour
Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: None
Rifle Slot: DEMP Sidearm Slot: Pistolas
Misc: Null Generator Hand-to-Hand Weapon: Vambrace

Thraxis was no idiot and new when cliques had been formed. The trio of parents and children were the only people who talked. Minus grand and glory on the crate up there, his other options were Koda, who he had met once before and that proved a futile effort in the whole, communication department and the newest edition, mister Knives didn't seem to have any vested interest in the talk factor of life. So, he clasped his hands, clapping a couple times, making those poot noises a kid does when their mind is addled by boredom before hearing his alias, which amounted to, his name and number.

He didn't take the time to find out who he was wit, lord knows that seemed to be a futile process. Instead, with his duffel bag in one hand and a keg in the other, he wandered off to the ship, the second to board as the Serial Killer with a penchant for knives had beaten him. What pleasant company. He sarcastically thought, the thing was cramped and small, big enough for a few people, but no beds to lay and no treats to dine. Instead, he took his seat at the long end of the seats, sticking in his gob the long tube and accompanying long slurps and suckling on the nectar of death as he placed his Dufel on his lap, removing from it a malevolent book. He could at least get some reading done for this long trip.

The thing was in great detail about things he would never comprehend and in a language, he couldn't quite read, but lucky for him that Velok fellow had the right state of mind and put Basic Translations on the other side. Lucky him. He was up to the part of a common Blacksmith, learning the craft of the Sith, it was rather fascinating, though less about what he wanted. He figured if he could understand the machinations, the subtle twitches before a force blast he might start faring better, however, this thing was just a book full of riddles and history. A good fireside read, not the best instructional novel.
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[member="Arekk"] | [member="Thesh"] | [member="Nilia Saavilin"] | [member="Jorel Geller"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Darth Maliphant"]

 

[Darth Empyrean]

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As the various ships were slowly boarded, Maliphant glanced towards his apprentice’s and their unknown company. He didn’t directly hire every single individual within his subsect of the GenoHaradan, but the sight of the two conversing at least caught his attention. Although he couldn’t dedicate himself to investigating it just yet, he made a mental note to follow up on the stranger; he couldn’t allow unknown influences on his greatest possessions.

His gaze moved back to the female Archon before him, watching her move to stand towards the front of the vessel as a number of shrouded Sith followed in behind them; each carrying soft caricatures of demons and animals, each carrying a name to hide their identity. They were not Tiamat’s apprentices, only his personal guard while on patrol, made up of a number of knights who had shown a willingness to surrender their will to him. Their loyalty was unquestioned, for now at least.

The rear door began to close, and the ship began to hover as its landing gear was disengaged, a number of other boarding ships following in suite as the many within the hanger were loaded onto their vessels and communication was established. The ships were capable of stealth, their major advantage as they threatened to go up against the likes of a Lucrehulk, and only the soft churn of ion engines would impart on the hanger as the void of space left by the ships was quickly filled with the return teams preparing themselves for the countless hauls of loot predicted to come off the vessel.

Much was expected of the ship, and much would be hoped for as the many sprinted through the darkness on their metal stallions. In his own shuttle, the Archon known as Tiamat glanced over to his would be compariot, studying her stoic nature and the static expression held by her mask. It was apathetic, the likes of which held by someone unafraid to die, unafraid of the unknown, simply impartial as it reigned control of whatever it was they sought.

He’d seen her many times on through their holographic communications, knew of her exploits from discussions with Marduk; as both were taken in around the same time. It was only Marduk that knew of their identities, who brought them from the folds of inequity into the secret organization of the GenoHaradan, but it would be Maliphant who removed this ‘Ninkasi’. She didn’t know the threat she posed, how she could easily rob from him the entire wealth he had gathered thus far. The GenoHaradan was growing, and he knew the truth of the situation better than even Marduk himself.

His gaze fell back to the empty wall before him, the soft chatter of the pilots behind their durasteel doors offering him nothing in the way of conversation. Only to meet him was the soft red glow that surrounded him, and the thought came to him that he hoped through all of this that his apprentice’s would come out alright. He knew the two were very inexperienced, they had very little in the way of combat training as of yet; only that they needed to witness was warfare was like before it was too late for them.

He only hoped they could witness the carnage before him, and walk out stronger because of it.

A sigh left his lips as the words rang out between the fleet;

“T-Minus 5… 4… 3…”, the countdown began.

Maliphant drowned it out as he beckoned the force to his will, letting its endless folds encompass him for a moment before the lurch of the vessel as it made complete contact with the Lucrehulk. With himself somewhat centered, the man then known as Tiamat moved with a grace that betrayed him, soft black cloaks kicking out from under him as the ship cut into the flesh of the aging titan in the abyss of space.

It took only a moment before the cutters pressed past the many layers of the ship, opening up to allow the guards he had brought with to rush outwards and secure the area. The ship was musty, a soft miasma and smell littering it, but the only signs of life nearby was the rush of blaster fire from droids yet identified. The Guards quickly moved to engage, while two of each affiliation stuck with Tiamat and Ninkasi respectively, the group moving deeper into the ship than the others would, almost instantly.

Seperate from it all, the small group were looking for not the archives tasked to the rest, but that of the true prize; The Telos Holocron and its Master, [member="Darth Adekos"].


[member="Thraxis"] │ [member="Thesh"] │ [member="Arekk"] │ [member="Nilia Saavilin"] │ [member="Jorel Geller"] │ [member="Koda Fett"]