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Faction Whispers in Wild Space [THP]

Kitter Bitters

Keeper of Bitter Tales from the Galaxy



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The stars stretched into pale ribbons as the ship cut through hyperspace, the steady thrum of the engines underscoring the unease that had settled over the crew. What had begun as scattered rumors had hardened into a pattern, one too deliberate to ignore. Force-sensitive children disappearing from frontier settlements, refugee enclaves, and forgotten outposts along the edge of Wild Space. No signs of violence. No demands. No evidence that could be traced to slavers, Imperials, or crime syndicates.

Just absence.

Entire families left untouched. Local records quietly altered or erased. Witnesses who remembered only fragments—soft voices in the dark, a sense of calm that curdled into fear after the fact. It spoke not of desperation, but of belief. Of coordination. Of doctrine.

A cult.

Wild Space had always bred such things.

When the findings were finally brought before the Rebel Council, the response was immediate and grim. Rebel intelligence was already stretched thin, focused on survival and open resistance, but this was different. The disappearance routes overlapped with something the Council knew all too well. The Council agreed to intervene, not only because of the children, but because whatever was operating in the shadows was the exact threat this group fought against. It was their mission to relocate Force sensitives into safety, and the plight of the young ones in danger could not be ignored.

The ship shuddered slightly as hyperspace began to collapse, stars snapping back into focus. Ahead lay Lothal, a world no stranger to loss or quiet suffering. The most recent disappearance had occurred in a remote farming settlement beyond the old Imperial zones. No alarms. No struggle. Just an empty room and parents who swore they had heard voices carried on the night wind, chanting in a language they did not know.

But the disappearance is not the only troubling event on Lothal.

An abandoned Rebel extraction node hidden in Lothal's old supply tunnels was once part of a covert Rebel network used to evacuate Force-sensitive children, this site has recently gone dark. Could this possibly be linked to the missing children? What sinister events wait inside the tunnels?


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Location: Remote farming settlement outside the capital on Lothal The crew will investigate the site of the most recent disappearance.


Primary Goals:

  • Examine the child's home for lingering Force disturbances, physical evidence, or signs of ritual activity
  • Interview family members and nearby settlers for inconsistencies, suppressed memories, or shared symbols
  • Determine whether the abduction was conducted locally or if the child was moved off-world shortly after


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Location: An abandoned Rebel extraction node hidden in Lothal's old supply tunnels. Once part of a covert Rebel network used to evacuate Force-sensitive children, this site has recently gone dark.

Primary Goals:

  • Access encrypted logs to trace how the network was compromised
  • Identify who altered the routes and what data was stolen or repurposed
  • Discover whether the facility was abandoned—or deliberately left as bait






 
The sound of the chrono was the first thing hat came to her as she rolled over. Arm almost launching itself like a mouse trap onto the device near the edge of the bed.... and then it gave a shot of pain as she smacked it into several pieces. Rolling over as her curtain of black hair covered her form before she was rolling out of the bed. Her comlink on the interface activating to show she had messages now that she was awake and ready to be seen. One of them was from the hidden path that a team had gone dark on Lothal and that woke her up while she was walking. her attention going to the room she was in, the feeling of the old bunker that her little sister had discovered and they worked to rebuild. It gave her a place to be as she didn't like being around the temple all of the time... so she could be here and she would be able to help investigate once they arrived.
 
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Lothal.

Not a planet worth being fond of. Jack had endured so much history studies as a youngling revolving around Lothal he grew sick of hearing the name; frankly, he'd be thrilled never to have set foot on the backwater world. But the life of a Jedi never truly decided where they're needed, most.

So it was, and here he was.

Boots traversed the local plains, the surroundings of which a pale yellow in vast nature, the often loth-cat a menace waiting in the distance. Speaking of which, the settlement they were assigned to investigate was a striking silhouette amidst a sea of grass, the Force a hollow sorrow from a family wronged. The kidnnapping relatively recent, and there was a trail to be find, if one looked enough.

Been a while since he played investigator, Jack should've brought a hat. A datapad will do.
 
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Reflections of Ridiculous
Lothal
Abandoned Rebel Base





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[Check in]

[Blue Team]

[Overwatch]

[Red Team]

It was not often that Omega Squad split up, but if they did, it was for specific objectives and vectors in the same area. Each served their purpose, from slicing and inspecting systems, determining defenses, or watching for opposing forces. They were professionals, all of them, and did not need to respond with much more than that, unless there were issues.

Michael, the Team Leader was with Connel. They were searching the main areas, or at least Connel was. This was because there was a feeling he was having about the place, not out of visual appearance, but out of a ripple in the Force he was susceptible to.

There was something ridiculously wrong here. Curioser and Curioser.

Meaning?

Something familiar and not at the same time.


 


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Location: Lothal
Objective: Investigate the dissapearance
Tag: Jack Wright Jack Wright / OPEN

A disappearance on a homestead? The irony wasn't lost on Silas, if anything, it struck a little too close to home.

Reports had filtered through the Hidden Path of people going missing near the capital under strange circumstances. Witnesses claimed to have heard unfamiliar voices around the time of each incident, but since then, everything had gone quiet. In response, a small group was dispatched to investigate further, Silas among them.

As he approached the site, he noticed a lone figure waiting just outside the perimeter. He didn't recognize them, but Silas was confident they were another Jedi sent for the same reason.

"Well," he said as he came to a stop beside them, eyes scanning the area ahead, "looks like I wasn't the only one asked to come out here." He glanced over briefly. "You didn't happen to bring a datapad, did you?"


 
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(Tags: Silas Westgard Silas Westgard , OPEN)

Acknowledging his fellow detective for the day, the Force immediately picking up on another Jedi, Jack's answer came in the form of a coy smirk, lifting up said 'pad holstered from the right of his belt, tapping the inactive screeen with a free finger. That Dantoonian accent carried with a contrasting mirth against the sombre atmosphere.

"Never leave home without it." The Knight quipped, lowering the device while taking in the homestead, not far from their observat position, "We're gonna have to note every detail the family're willing to share." The weary exhale was inevitable, Jack clicked his tongue after a long second, "The poor things. Lothal's an easy target if you want to hunt someone."
 
Eloise stood in the front yard of the homestead, her arms crossed. In front of her was the victim's grandmother. Wrinkly and toothless, with her white hair pulled up in a bun, the old woman shook her head sorrowfully. Only she had been in a state to answer questions. The child's mother was inconsolable, while the father had left with the search party, scouring the countryside for any sign of his kid.

"He fell asleep on the sofa in the living room," the grandmother said. "That was the last place I saw him, curled up with his toy."

"What kind of toy was it?" Eloise asked. As she spoke, her gaze briefly drifted over the woman's shoulder, spotting the other two Jedi over by the gate.

The grandmother, not noticing Eloise's wandering gaze, took a moment to remember. "A little stuffed wolf. He called it Wuffen. He brings it everywhere, and it... it was left behind."

She was barely able to finish her sentence before she broke down, pressing a crumpled tissue to her nose. Eloise decided to halt her questioning there. "Excuse me a moment," she said, before walking over to the two Jedi. "Hey," she greeted them, gesturing to herself by way of introduction. "Padawan Eloise Dinn. Are you working on this case?"

The man with a beard, she didn't recognize, but she did know Silas Westgard Silas Westgard by reputation. She gave him a gentle nudge in the Force to draw his attention to her. Her outward expression didn't give anything away, but the message to Silas was clear: You don't know me, but we need to talk whenever you get the chance. It's important.

But for now, they had a mystery to solve. They say that the first twenty four hours after a disappearance are the most crucial. "I haven't been able to get much out of the family. Their stories line up, but they all say that they were asleep when the kid was taken. I haven't searched the place yet, and there may be a neighbor who saw or heard something last night."
 


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Step inside, Walk this way



Two Days Ago

Corellia — The Ruby Dragon Nightclub

The bass thudded through the Ruby Dragon like a second heartbeat, vibrating the floor, the walls, the bones. Drinks flowed freely, credit chips vanished just as fast, and the air was thick with perfume, sweat, and bad decisions. Cages hung above the main floor, each holding a dancer swaying to the music while others weaved through the crowd, serving drinks and keeping wandering hands in check.

Katarine Ryiah had been undercover for a little over a month now. Long enough to hate the glitter. Long enough to learn which smiles were harmless and which ones came with teeth. Posing as a dancer had given her proximity to the club's real business, and tonight, finally, it had paid off.

After trading shifts with a vapid twi'lek who went by "Pixie," Katarine had maneuvered her way into a private dance with her target: a suspected slave trafficker with too much money and too little sense. Between the liquor and the spice fogging his brain, she was surprised he stayed conscious at all. Still, he seemed pleased, especially when she settled into his lap and tugged his shirt free.

To him, it was just another dancer getting bold.

To her, it was opportunity.

When she leaned in close, her fingers slipped neatly into his open shirt pocket. One smooth motion and the datastick was gone, hidden against her body. Tricky, considering she was wearing little more than heels and lingerie, but Katarine had done harder things in worse situations.

The music faded as the session ended. Her patron slurred something about seeing her again, leering like he'd won a prize. Katarine smiled sweetly, already planning on it.

If the datastick held what she suspected, he'd be seeing CorSec before sunrise.

She made it into her dressing room and shut the door—just in time to hear a wolf whistle behind her.

Katarine groaned.

Bullock, one of the CorSec officers assigned to the case, leaned casually against the wall, grin firmly in place. "Looking good, Ryiah."

"Bite me."

She crossed to her vanity, pulled out a compact data reader, and slid the datastick into place.

"You know," Bullock said, "if I'd known all it took to crack this case was a g-string, I would've called you in months ago."

She didn't look up. "You can joke all you want but before me, all you had was a faulty wiretap and prayers."

Her eyes skimmed the screen. The scowl faded. A slow, satisfied smile took its place.

"We got him."

Bullock straightened instantly, all humor gone as he stepped closer to read over her shoulder. "Well I'll be damned. Good work, kid."

Her nostrils flared at the word. She was old enough to be his great-great-great-great-grandmother, but she let it slide when her datapad chimed.

Lothal. Suspected cult activity.

Her smile vanished.

"I've got to go."

Bullock blinked. "What? You're going to miss the best part."

He wasn't wrong, slapping cuffs on scum like that was always satisfying. But Katarine had a history with cults, and if the intel was right, the Hidden Path was involved. That meant Connel might be there. She hadn't seen him once during her cover.

"Just rough him up a little for me," she said, already reaching for her jacket and pants.

Bullock chuckled. "You got it. Oh and Ryiah? Good luck getting all that glitter off."

He took the datastick and left. Katarine exhaled slowly.

He wasn't wrong. That stuff never came off easy.



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Present Day

Lothal


Katarine should have been topside. That's where the investigation pointed, at least according to the intel. A few Hidden Path members were already handling it.

Which meant Connel wouldn't be there.

The tunnels were more his style.

The moment she descended, the Force prickled along her skin. Something was wrong. The air felt heavy and tainted. There was a darkness here, coiled and waiting.

Katarine quickened her pace.

She just hoped she found Connel before it did.


Connel Vanagor Connel Vanagor







 
You mistake my silence for patience
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Get to cover position… now. He wasn’t pulling rank. He wasn’t ordering anything. Michael was Team Leader, but when Connel was like this right now? You listen to him. That is something all of them had learned.

Moving… [Code Black]

[Copy That.]

[Moving to cover.]

[Moving.]

“Code Black” was an emergency abort. They had to move on the beacon of the member making the call. It was a reworded “Emergency Code Zero”, none of them asked, they just moved. Michael did not have to assign them positions, they were professionals, it was just a matter of waiting for whatever spooked “Captain Duracrete Face” to surface,

Connel was, meanwhile, searching the area on his own. Not to keep the others behind walls, or cover, but because something, or someone was lying in wait. The more he moved around, checking everything, the more on guard he became. Connel's instincts sharpened as he scanned the area, his senses attuned to every sound and movement. He knew something was off—too quiet, too still. His eyes darted from shadow to shadow, searching for the unseen threat. Whatever it was, it wasn't going to catch them unprepared.

Dank Ferrik…

Is he…

Yeahh…

We’d better get ready…

I know I’m new, but what’s the deal?

He pulled Morning Light.

I’m sorry… what?

When he pulls his actual, full size lightsaber… we’re in for a fight…

This is gonna suck.



 
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Another newcomer. My, aren't we popular, today?

Flashing a disarming smile, he inclined to the young woman, "Charmed. Jack Wright, Knight." He introduced and simultaneously affirmed to the first question of their new friend, "Indeed, we just got here."

At further news of clarity being made, Jack approved moreso, expressing that with a nod. Glad some informtion was acquired prior to the widespread investigation.

"Something's better than nothing, thank you, Eloise. The notion the kid's been abducted at night suggests these assailants knew what they were doing; it was pre-planned." Meaning, they were likely to leave minimal traces, but it was worth a try, "Most obvious course of action would be to search the homestead and interview the neighbour, simultaneously."
 

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