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Post by The Major on Aug 3, 2014 9:34:38 GMT -8
While it was possible to block sensors from recording sensitive, encrypted data. there was no way to stop a camera from recording from a distance without destroying it. With that in mind the homing missiles housed upon the largest ship that could be seen from this angle (as it was possible that a larger ship was currently floating on the other side of the planet) targeted the scout craft and prepared to fire in two waves. Meanwhile, a cyberwarfare suite began its own attack on the starfighter's own communication system, hoping to glean whatever information that could be stolen in this manner.
And then the missiles left their tubes and began their merry route towards the scouting party.
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Aug 3, 2014 10:08:04 GMT -8
Lights started blinking and shreeking noises scream at the pilots as each got locked on missiles. It was now really clear that they were not welcome. Leaving was on the agenda. The first to have deveated from the group punched the button that blinked the most, and jumped to hyperspace, its valuable data in its digital banks.
The double trouble group left had to decide. Punch the gas and hope for the astro-comp to calculate fast enough to jump, or take on the missiles, hope for the best there. One was arguing for a mixture of the two when chatter got... noisy. Both got a second flashy indicator activated under the "LOCKED ON MISSILE INCOMING" indicator. "CYBERNETIC INTRUSION DETECTED". Now this was intresting. The first to jump did not have this information, one of them will have to live to give this to high command. Knowing about possible cybernetic attacks beforehand can actually save a battle, especially if the cybernetic intrusion is documented.
Now... the TIE series. However advanced they now may be in comparison to their rather rubbish Fighter counterparts, they were still of the TIE series. Space superiority fighter, not scout ship, and neither a sofisticated computer sistem that could fight off an aggressive intrusion. They had to shut off all communication to stop any kind of possible infection.
Every man for themselves.
One turned abruptly towards the missiles, while the second punched the gas, and started the calculcation for hyperspace. These men were volunteers, and knew the danger of both the mission and capture. May their names ever be remembered on memorial walls and long outdrawn military ceremonies.
The one who turned around got the first attack from the missiles, he pumped the missiles with laser bolts destroying about half, and using the directional thrusters on its wings, manadged to dodge the rest, but he was far far behind his mate, whom was now very close to jumping, and far away from any missiles, just as his mate. Would his mate not have done this, the outcome would be rather less favorable.
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Post by The Major on Aug 4, 2014 9:05:38 GMT -8
While the aces tarried the subroutine delved deeper, taking anything in that was of use -or rather, trying to take everything and determining what was useful later.
The second wave of missiles had already been prepped for launch during the first wave, and now they too had been fired and were streaking towards their targets.
In addition to this, two flights of interceptors were scrambled and were in en route to, what else, intercept the interlopers. These would take significantly more time to arrive than the homing missiles. The cameras aboard the Defenders would probably make them out to be 12 Predator-class TIE Interceptors, or "squints" as they were sometimes called. The missiles may be simple to avoid, but should the scouting party tarry long enough for these fellows to get within range, then they would find their probability of survival rapidly diminishing.
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Aug 13, 2014 11:42:10 GMT -8
The second ship manadged to jump, holding out as long as he could. As the first wave of missiles that were locked to his ship got danger close, he struck the hyperspace starting button and saw the stars turn into lines.
the third, final and lastly end line of this little recon mission was in trouble. He was evading missiles that he couldnt destroy, starting a lovely ballette of turning and turning and trying to get one or two more into his reticule so he could continue after his wingmates. The second wave came in, this turned to be the end of the dance. He couldnt do this alone, and simply said SCREW YOU GUYS, I AM GOING HOME!
Seargant Nom Garb left behind himself three lovely children, of which one had expensive, but hopefully great talents in music. Now that Daddy Nom will not send home a paycheck beside that last big one, little Nom Jr, the smallest of his beloved children would not get that essential operation he needs to walk, because the rent on the large house of Lady Garb, Big Garb, Garb in the middle, And little cripple Garb, Nan Garb, Grandpa Garb and Doggie garb could not be held up.
Doggie Garb was put to sleep.
He also left after debris from a TIE Defender modified with stock recon modules. A closer analysis would suggest The metal used in the construction of said space supperiority fighter came from Bilbringi. The alloy the Bilbringi shipyard used to create the ship matched with their stock alloys.
The escaped ships continued to jump to hyperspace from presumed neutral worlds, untill they would activate the IFF transponders and get into republic ones, when they were sure they were not followed. All essential recon information was sent home after the third jump, somewhat clear data on larger capitolships, pictures of reactions, formations, data on reaction times.
With military recon terms: A Phat load.
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Post by The Major on Aug 24, 2014 6:32:08 GMT -8
The standard high alert status is maintained for the next hour while the fleet maintains their defensive positions in expectation of a incoming invasion. Most time these kind of "police actions" tended to end with the slag recovered proving that the ship destroyed was no more than pirate, or civilian who was too slow on the clearance uploading. After the hour is consumed the fleet redeploys itself in case of presighting. Minutes after that a recovery team is sent out and they make like their namesake and recover the wreck. Once that lengthy process is complete the eggheads inside get ready to earn their pay grade in analysis. This scrutiny leads to the discoveries outlined above.
Meanwhile, a counter recon group is sent along the outbound route of enemy. It was unlikely that they would be stupid enough to jump directly to base, but it was possible that a investigation could turn up better clues.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Mar 25, 2015 8:49:47 GMT -8
A loud clap was heard from the depths of space as Red Star exited hyperspace from Korriban. The security detail surrounding Eriadu went online in moments. Malvus turned in his pilot seat and activated a transmission relay. The system's defenses then went on standby as the transmission went through. The holoprojector between Malvus and Sarah flickered to life as an Imperial officer came into view.
My Lord Tarkin, it is good you have returned. Was your trip to Korriban worthwhile, sir?
Indeed, Commander Taggert. I would ask that you have the servants at the Tarkin Estates prepare the guest room for my apprentice.
The holoimage bowed and flickered slightly as Commander Taggert acknowledged Malvus. He then keys something off the holoimage.
There is a transmission waiting for you in your office, my lord. It was relayed throughout the entire Galactic Empire; military and civilian channels. It is dated a couple days after your departure. You had best view it soon, sir. Taggert out.
The holoimage flickers away as Malvus takes control of the ship. His eyes glanced over at Sarah who sat in the co-pilot's seat.
I have another name on this planet, apprentice. I am Lord Ulric Tarkin, the ruler of this planet and a member of the Galactic Empire. When my uncle Cygnus and his spoiled grandson Adolphus died, I took the rightful inheritance that was kept from me. Thus, I have become the successor of House Tarkin.
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Post by Darth Saress on Mar 26, 2015 19:34:59 GMT -8
In the cosmic depths of hyperspace, I rested as Malvus piloted the Red Star to our current destination: Eriadu. I wasn't exactly sleeping when I say resting. It was more of a meditative state so I could recover my strength from the tiring events on Korriban's surface. If that was the last time I ever stepped foot within a tomb filled with Undead Sith, I'd rest easy for the remainder of my entire life. Within the hour, I found myself being jolted awake by the vibration of Red Star dropping out of hyperspace. My eyes flicked open to see a medium sized terrestrial, perfectly suspended against the star dotted background of outer space. After many years of living on the dry Sith Homeworld, this was a much needed and welcomed change. As I studied the detail of the beautiful world before me, a light flickering out the left corner of my eyes caught my attention. A quick turn of my head to the left revealed that a holoimage of an Imperial Naval Officer had come into view. The officer first referred to Lord Malvus by the name of Lord Tarkin. Something stirred within me at the sound of that name. It was as if Shadow had been listening and unleashed a bellow of rage that reached me all the way from the afterlife. I cold shiver ran down my spin as I tried to recall where I've heard that name and why it would cause the Being of Shadow anger. While Lord Malvus communicated with the officer, I turned to face the blackness of space and thought about Shadow. Even with my mind focused on contacting the being, nothing happened. I called out to him mentally, demanding if he knew any Tarkins in his pass life and why it would cause him anger. My hails went unanswered, so I pushed the thought from my mind and turned my glance back to the planet below.
I turned back to Malvus just in them to see the holoimage vanish, leaving only the two of us within the cockpit as before. I stared into the dark eyes of the Red Sith for a moment before noticing I was being disrespectful to my master. I quickly shunned my eyes down at the area that filled the space between us, hoping he did not take offense. As Malvus began to spoke, I slowly lifted my gaze to meet his and listened to his words. Apparently, my master was known as Lord Ulric Tarkin, the sovereign of the planet Eriadu. I was silent for a few moments while I turned my eyes from my master and gazed off toward the planet. I did not expect Lord Malvus to be a ruler of an entire world. From my studies back on Korriban, Eriadu recently hit the population of 22 billion people. Most human, of course, but still, that's a lot of people to govern. As the star burnt brightly off in the distance, I nodded my head and turned my attention back toward my Red Master.
"It seems as if I have found a new home, my lord. Thank you for accepting me, once again."
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Post by Darth Malvus on Mar 26, 2015 21:02:10 GMT -8
Malvus looks over at his apprentice and, for the first time ever, a grin flashes across his red face. In time, Sarah would learn that her master was no ordinary Sith; he had been around enough to have a very interesting personality besides Dark Lord of the Sith persona. The Sith then takes the engines off standby and the vessel thrusts for planetside, heading straight for the main city of Eriadu.
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Post by Kairos on Apr 3, 2015 10:35:57 GMT -8
Space seemed to ripple and tear apart to expose itself to the hectic tumble of hyperspace. The flickering suggestion of motion conjured from its depths three dark grey shards of matter that accelerated their way out of the maelstrom of wormholes to force their way into the system, resolving themselves quickly into the triangular shapes of Star Destroyers. Breaking into real space well shy of the systems defenses they appeared in a arrowhead formation with one ship on point with the other to flanking to left and right. Slowing slightly they traversed the outer system slowly gaining on Eriadu, picking their way past the huge gas giant Tarastra and its moons.
Caed stood with his hands buried in the opposite sleeves of his dark robes, amber eyes narrowed to slits, watching out of the viewport as the Dismal Yew and her sister ships make steady progress towards their destination. The orbit of the outer two planets had dictated that they drop out of hyperspace at the edges of the system which was fine with him. It gave them cover from the planet they approached and also meant that they would no blunder into any early warning alarms or defenses. Not that such concerns were of an issue, or at least they shouldn't be. Eriadu was firmly aligned with the Empire, as it had been for decades.
He gazed on as the Nebula-Class Star Destroyers finally cleared the last moon of Tarastra, a frozen ball of ice and rock that was as pathetic a satellite as Caed had seen in his experience. His gaze sharpened a moment before Captain Maren called out for a magnification, allowing the viewscreen to firmly display their destination at about the size of a fist.
His voice came quietly from the shadows, easily carrying to where it needed to go despite its soft tones.
=Caed Maas= "Keep the weapon systems powered down, Mister Maren. We don't want to spook anybody."
The tall humans head dipped sharply in a nod, his precise military posture as straight as a Barabels honour.
=Captain Maren= "Yes, my Lord."
His voice sang out in firm commands to the crew before repeating the instructions to the other two Nebula-Class warships. The voices of captains Tasik and Dorn replied promptly from the Steel Fang and Painful Truth respectively.
Moving forward from his position in the shadows at the back of the bustling bridge he made his way up next to the captain and drew his arms from his robes, folding them instead across his chest. His eyes found the communication officer, a slight nudge through the Force drawing her eyes to him. A nod was all that was needed for her to divine his request, the subtle urgings of his power enough to help her find her way to his needs. She returned to establish an open channel to the planet before she turned back and gave him a nod.
Attention Eriadu aye tee see. This is Lord Caed Maas of the Dismal Yew bringing you greeting from our glorious Emperor Nicademus. I require communication with the Tarkin here..."
He wasn't one hundred percent certain who the current Tarkin in command of this system was though he was fairly sure he knew the answer. He was also pretty sure he had taken a Sith name and didn't want to cause any unnecessary offence by referring to him by the wrong title.
We will be in orbit within the next twenty minutes and I expect you to have some form of welcome ready by then."
After all, he was the Emperors hand and he so no need to let anyone here rest on their laurels.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Apr 3, 2015 15:38:38 GMT -8
One of the orbital security posts nearby the Nebula-class Star Destroyer receives the transmission. Afterwards, the transmission was sent planetside to the Tarkin Estate's security. Commander Taggert was the one who received it and would relay it personally to his master.
After just a few minutes of silence, a hail was made by the nearby orbital security post. Once the hail was accepted, a transmission went through.
Lord Caed Maas of the Dismal Yew. His Lordship, Ulric Tarkin, is more than happy to welcome you and your party to Eriadu. He says he has been expecting an arrival from an Imperial delegation and has made necessary preparations for a formal welcome. You may bring a single shuttle craft to the planet. Your landing location will be at the Tarkin Estates. Observe all local and Imperial laws during your stay, Lord Maas.
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Post by Kairos on Apr 5, 2015 10:51:53 GMT -8
The wry smile that alighted Caed's face at the response was not missed on the bridge crew of the Dismal Yew, prompting a round of muted chuckles and snickers. He found it rather amusing to be referred to as a delegation, such diplomatic niceties rarely reserved for one of his tender skill set.
Captain Marens face was twisted in a deep frown as he glanced at his Lord, eyes containing an equal mixture of amusement and scorn. With a snort of breath that had all the characteristics of an animal snark he gestured to the viewport as he spoke in a growl.
Captain Maren= "Insolence... We ARE the Empire!"
Caed's amusement continued to hold purchase on his features as he turned away from the view of the planet to nod to an enlisted rating stood at the back of the bridge. With a slight nod the man turned and disappeared into the turbolift to prepare the way, once again highlighting the emoathy with which the crew operated their masters whims. A shuttle had already been fueled and prepared, a compliment of honour guards and the Siths ever present acolytes standing by.
"It is fair to assume that not all who operate within the Empires bounds will adhere to its laws and regulations..."
His voice was a soft and dry as always, forcing those to whom it was addressed to focus all their attention on it, making the voice the centre of their world for that few seconds. Such attention was not to be underestimated and was used by Caed as a tool to promote obedience as well as a method of subversion, opening avenues for deceit and misdirection.
"None of us are above the Empire's laws, Captain. Is that understood?"
The expression bled from Marens face along with the colour, leaving a pallid, sickly looking shell in its place.
Captain Maren= "Yes, my Lord. I didn't mean to imply we were above such restriction..."
The Hand casually waved a negligent gesture of dismissal as he turned away from the man, ignoring his obsequitous tone. While he often shared a camaraderie with the crew of the ships under his command it did not do to foster too much familiarity and a firm word was needed every now and then to forestall such relationships. Wasting no more time on the matter Caed departed the bridge and was soon firmly settled into the shuttled that would take him to the planets surface.
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Post by Luxeria on Sept 5, 2015 16:39:34 GMT -8
Luxeria's Lethisk-class armed freighter emerged from hyperspace at blazing speed before slowly its pace as it approached the planet. As with most places she had been recently, a fleet was present and would grant or deny landing privileges. She hoped that denial wouldn't be the case. She desired to press forward with her training, not run around the galaxy trying to figure out what to do. She may have gotten a bit of a hand from Gavin and Anya back on Kuat, but they would be no help in the long run aside from what memories Gavin had passed to her.
As they approached, she got close enough to where she figured she'd appear on their sensors. Weapons were offline and shields were active enough for the descent into the atmosphere. She took a deep breath, bothered to always have to go through this process. But it was protocol for many planets not wanting just anyone to land who would cause problems. After a moment, she finally spoke.
"Kyra, open a channel with orbital control."
=Kyra=
On the trip, Luxeria had made it know that she would no longer speak to the A.I. by reference of computer but by name. Also, she made it known that she wished to be addressed by Luxeria instead of Aleena as well. ::Understood, Luxeria. The channel is open::
::Orbital control, this Luxeria of the Mirax. I wish to speak with the Lord Tarkin.::
She did not speak further as to her intentions just yet. No doubt they would ask, so she'd have to say training or possibly guidance from him. She was also unsure of where to express her allegiance if asked. Was it to the Empire, or the Order of Ruin. She knew he was brought into the order, but it didn't mean the knowledge was well known. For now, she simply waited for their response.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Sept 5, 2015 17:49:06 GMT -8
Within the orbit, surrounding Eriadu, was a modest fleet. A simple defensive formation patrolled the orbit over Eriadu, led by an unnamed Imperious-class Star Destroyer. Yet it was an Ardent-class Fast Frigate that detected the transmission first. The captain of the vessel turned it over to the Vice-Admiral aboard the Imperious-class Star Destroyer. After a long moment of silence, a transmission was heard from the lead vessel.
This is Vice-Admiral Zanatos of the Eriadu Defense Fleet. Why do you seek an audience with Lord Tarkin?
The voice of the Vice-Admiral was commanding and stern. For this man had followed the male identified as Tarkin for many years. And he knew the man's mind well. Zanatos knew that his superior never liked sudden visitors at his doorstep.
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Post by Luxeria on Sept 6, 2015 11:12:44 GMT -8
And there was the question. She took a breath before responding, deciding to chose her alignment with the Empire for now
::I have come from the Empire's heart, Kuat, in hopes to seek guidance and training from him.::
There wasn't much else to say without exposing the full truth. Fortunately, her words were calm and clear because in a sense, she wasn't lying.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Sept 6, 2015 11:57:05 GMT -8
A silence fell upon the comm channel as the Vice-Admiral performed necessary procedures to grant an audience with Lord Tarkin. A message returned from the Estates, granting said permission for the visitor. A communication was relayed to Luxeria with coordinates.
Welcome to Eriadu. Please obey all local and Imperial laws during your stay.
With that, the communication was cut on the Vice-Admiral's end.
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Post by Luxeria on Sept 6, 2015 14:28:55 GMT -8
Luxeria let out a sigh as her permission was approved. Taking the controls, she brought the ship in.
"Kyra, load the coordinates provided."
=Kyra=
::Coordinates loaded.::
With a nod, she took the ship into the atmosphere and headed for the Estates.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Oct 21, 2015 15:56:11 GMT -8
The Guardian of Eriadu, an Acclamator-class Assault Ship, broke through the atmosphere and entered within Eriadu's orbit. Within viewing distance was a small flotilla, led by the Victory I-class Star Destroyer, Devastator and four Ardent-class Frigates. Once within position, Solaris, along with Vurkar and Luxeria, are transferred to the command ship in a short time. Once all had been settled and the flotilla readied, the five ship fleet would align with coordinates to Alzoc III and jump for hyperspace.
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Post by Kaan on Oct 22, 2015 11:01:07 GMT -8
With a flash, Kaan's vessel exits hyperspace near orbit of Eriadu. Unfortunately, the patched together ship has been pushed to its limits in reaching its destination. A series of detonations erupts along the starboard engine as the overtaxed backup hyperdrive overloads. Warning alarms shriek in the cockpit as Kaan desperately tries to regain control of his now listing craft, sparks exploding from half the consoles around him. He knows he's fighting a losing battle, but hopes he can keep the vessel in the black just a little longer. For once, he actually adheres to one of the Jedi Codes and tries to keep his emotions in check, though with little avail. A life of rage and anger is not easily changed, even if one wants to. He slams his fist against the bulkhead and shouts to his ship's AI.
"Damn you, Icks! Fix that stabilizer! Eriadu's southern hemisphere is currently in the north!"
:: Working...ERROR. I am detecting multiple microfractures along the outer starboard hull. There is a danger of... ::
the AI cuts off as a loud bang echoes through the ship
:: We have a breach in the inner hull. We are venting atmosphere. ::
"Seal it! Activate particle shields!"
There is a brief pause :: Particle shields inactive. Power at critical levels. Atmosphere at 89%. Attempting to seal hatches. Door controls offline. Atmosphere at 72%. ::
With a primal roar fueled by frustration and survival instinct, Kaan leaps out of his seat and toward the cockpit entrance, dragging the doors shut with the Force. "Bloody AI is going to get me killed..." he mutters to himself.
:: Atmospheric levels steady at 68%. Power levels in main core dropping at prodigious rate. 19%. 18%. 17%. 16%... ::
"Just put it on the damn display and stop counting down! Eriadu control, this is the freighter Icarus. I have sustained heavy damage and am losing atmosphere. My engines are gone and I am on a direct route for the planet with no semblance of control. You will..."
He pauses. This was never an NOE world. He wasn't even sure if it was a Sith world...it might be best to be more diplomatic in his approach.
I....request....assistance. grunts Please respond.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Oct 22, 2015 11:29:03 GMT -8
It seemed like a typical day above Eriadu for the Nebula-class Star Destroyer, Pride of Seswenna. Command had been given to temporarily-promoted Fleet Admiral Vicus, a Eriaduan human who had been a member of Supreme Commander Solaris's staff for years. His current rank was that of Ship Captain, but with the absence of Solaris over at Alzoc III, a temporary promotion was given to ensure his authority was obeyed.
Traffic seemed usual; casual exporting and importing freighters, occasional personal vessels and what not. Admiral Vicus was calmly seated in the command chair aboard the Nebula-class Star Destroyer, examining some reports of a dispute between two merchant vessels that wanted to land, but were refusing to land unless the other was banished. He forwards the message to planetary security for them to handle. A sensory officer then picks up the damaged freighter inboard. For once, some action, thought Vicus, as he stood up from the command chair and approached the viewport. He glances upward, listening to the transmission with some curiosity. An officer nearby nods to the Admiral who sends a response to Kaan's ship.
This is Acting Rear-Admiral Vicus of the Pride of Seswenna. We can lock a tractor beam onto your vessel and have you brought to our hangar bay for necessary repairs. It should sustain you long enough to reach the planet's surface for more extensive repairs if that is required. Our ship is plotting an interception course, standby please. Vicus out.
With a gesture of his hand, the lumbering Star Destroyer moved from its position and made best speed for the damaged freighter. A nearby Raider-class Corvette throws in its assistance as the faster ship moves in. Though its tractor beam was weaker than that of a Star Destroyer, the more local Corvette locks onto Kaan's disintegrating freighter long enough to hold the ship in place before the Nebula's tractor beam takes over and retrieves the ship, drawing it towards an opening hangar bay.
Vicus orders several repair crews to Hangar Bay 4 as well as recovery and medical crews. Fire extinguishing equipment is given to Fire Control squads who also approach the Hangar Bay. A full complement of repair, recovery and medical personnel meets Kaan's vessel as it is drawn into hangar bay. The hangar's fire extinguishing equipment goes off and showers the vessel with cooling liquid to put out some fires on the surface of the vessel. Fire Control Crews approach the vessel to extinguish flames that weren't reached by the hangar's fire control systems. The ship looked like space junk than an actual freighter due to the damage it sustained from hyperspace and before.
As the commotion went on outside of Kaan's vessel and measures where taken to secure his ship, a small whisper within the Force is felt. The whisper is willingly granted to Kaan's senses and appears to be coming from the planet itself. Somewhere on the planet's surface, something stirs and focuses its gaze upward like a curious beast awakening from hibernation. A voice rings out from within the Force, speaking to Kaan.
You... I am surprised to sense one of your kind still alive...
Yet the presence does not linger, for the whisper within the Force then fades away as the focus and voice disappear. To some, it would seem like a hallucination as whatever was there before ceased to exist without a trace. whoever had spoken to Kaan was gone within an instant.
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Post by Kaan on Oct 22, 2015 12:05:02 GMT -8
Kaan is glad to receive the response, though it's not until he finally feels his ship touch down in the hanger with a rattle that he lets his tense muscle relax. With a dull thud, Kaan drops his forehead against the console in front of him. He remains still for some time, finally breaking the silence briefly only to say a single thing to his ship's AI.
"Icks...let's not do that again, yes?"
:: I heartily agree sir. Sir, if I may, perhaps some rest might be in order? ::
"Icks, I've been sleeping for gods know how long. The last thing I need is more rest. What I need is...is too..." He trails off for a minute or two, unsure of what precisely he is attempting to do. The only reason he was here was to escape from Pzob...something he never thought he'd have to do. But a dead jungle world was no place for him. But what did he hope to accomplish? His brothers were gone, possibly dead...not that it mattered overly much to him. He had survived without them, and would survive still now that they had vanished. Though he would miss the company of Lord Havok, somewhat. That sentient had a good sense for the finer things in life, like torture. The only being he should truly concerned about was Marrik. His son's fate was surely a viable pursuit, was it not? Or at least it should be, yet even the thought of his missing offspring provokes little reaction, and almost no concern in the Sith's mind. Time enough for that later...he is suddenly broken out of his musings.
:: Sir? ::
"Right. I have no idea, Icks. Best to have our repairs done and be on our way. There's really no reason to..."
Kaan leaps to his feet, nearly bashing his head on the bulkhead above him. He stays in place, every muscle tensed like a wound up spring, ready to explode in a flurry of action if needed. He draws the Force to him, readying himself for anything. He waits, the seconds slowly ticking away, but the presence vanishes almost as quickly as it appeared and says no more. He mulls over a few possibilities in his mind. The voice said "your kind". Did it mean Sith? A darksider? It would have to...his own species was a secret he kept to very few besides himself. It had to have meant Sith. But if that was true...were the Sith gone? Or at the very least driven from this part of the galaxy? Best to be cautious until he learned what was going on...perhaps there was more on this planet than he first thought. It had been one of the only coordinates in the navicomputer that was completely whole.
"There are no coincidences...this might prove interesting..."
:: I do not understand, sir. ::
"Switch off, Icks. I think we may have extended business here. Stay sharp and don't let them reprogram anything. Lock the navicomputer and open it to no one but myself, voiceprint authorization Kaan: six-one-eight-b-six."
:: Done. Best of luck, sir. ::
The AI's light on the dashboard flickers out. Kaan strides out of the cockpit, ripping the sealed doors back open in the same way he shut them. It would not do to cause too much of a stir yet. If what he assumed was true, those outside his ship might not be welcoming to "one of his kind". He hides his lightsaber in his flightsuit on his way to the entrance, stopping by the dorm-turned-armory to grab a 434 and holster it to his hip. Many force users he knew thought them crude and unnecessary, but Kaan preferred every advantage he could get. He rummaged through what was left of his ship's stocks and found a knife or two in serviceable condition, strapping one to his forearm and shoves the other in his boot. He makes his way to his ship's hatch and with a deep breath exits into the hanger.
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