Prophet C'thyl
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Jul 10, 2019 2:48:11 GMT -8
Mon Calamari Shipyards - After the First Order's conquest of Dac
With the First Order having taken the world of Mon Calamari, also known as Dac, things began to settle down over the course of the next weeks, when the Galactic Alliance surrendered and dissolved. Following afterwards the Mon Calamari Shipyards would join the Quarren's cause, cooperating now with former enemies. Although Mon Calamari would remain an autonomous gouvernment under Quarren leadership for the moment, Imperial presence was still left within the sector in order to ensure that any resistance left from former Galactic Alliance members was erradicated within the system.
As the small Mon Calamari ceremonial ship emerged from the planet's surface, making its way towards the Shipyards' docks, the Prophet looked as usual in deep thought to the outside of the ships windows.
Space. The cold barrier between the worlds.
Death was here all present just like within the depths of the oceans. But unlike the deep sea, the eternal darkness around them was lit by the stars of other systems. Suns. Galaxies.
Some day though those lights would fade, one by one, slowly but steady.
And then, only darkness would remain and those which dwell within it.
"We have permission to land, your highness", the shuttle pilot merely mentioned in his deep voice in order to inform C'Thyl that there were no major problems regarding their landing.
The Prophet though didn't answer. His mind was more focused on what was to come. Two bonfires were already lit to hail THEIR coming.
Many more would follow.
And one of them would be the Mon Calamari Shipyards.
Some time later within the offices of Mon Calamari Shipyards
"So that means you threaten me with an embargo?"
The foreman of the Shipyards, an elder Mon Calamari, looked up concerned while as well angered, when the Prophet had told him that further Farium mining operations might be put to an end with the newest Chief Manager's election. The atmosphere within the room was chill, as present Mon Calamari Shipyards executives considered this message as an affront.
The Prophet himself remained calm though.
"I am no more but a messenger", he said solely, "My people wish to let Mon Calamari know, that its rescources come with a prize. Thus the will of the people is heard."
The foreman merely shook his head.
"This is madness, Master C'Thyl", he answered truthfully, "People can't just block our production facilities in order to sabotage the First Order. The war is over, rebellion won't be tolerated. We know that the Quarren leaders value you as an advisor, but Morjanssik
will fall to either the First Order's armies or to the national guard, if you are serious. And you should know that we also recieve materials from mining asteroids."
Silence again. If C'Thyl was impressed, it was hard to tell. Everyone in the room was slightly unnerved when eyeing him longer than they need to, knowing that something was ill about this Quarren. He was surrounded by an aura, which was hard to describe for most of them.
"The Voices have many followers, on Dac and outside", C'Thyl then said, letting those simple words nearly sound like a harmless threat, "But I agree, infighting won't bring us further as a whole. We need to cooperate. Build up a fleet.
Mon Calamari's navy shall be independent and grow once more.
This is what we demand. This ist what THEY demand!"
The following silence was interrupted by several discussions, most of the representatives being more than unconvinced by this seemingly pointless maneuver. They all knew that the First Order might see it as a threat, if the Mon Calamarian people began to produce new fleets in secret while denying them the rescources which they promised in order to cover the costly battle of Dac for the Imperial side. Yet, as much as noone on the table wanted to admit it, they needed the Farium alloys nontheless for future projects. The foreman knew that he had to solve the situation quickly before a larger dispute broke out.
"We all know that YOU demand this fleet from us, as the gouvernment would have informed us over more expansionistic approaches regarding the home fleet", he merely answered harsh, "Why should the Mon Calamari Shipyards follow your instructions if we profit the most if we don't listen to your command?"
"Because I know the way."
And as if it was nothing, the Prophet showed them a holo emitter. The imagery flickered at first, then it showed obviously the galaxy. And routes. Routes which lead outside the Outer Rim. The foreman's eyes widened when he began to understand what he was seeing there.
"Those routes!", he only brought out, "Are these-"
"Knowledge from when I crossed the stars the first time in search of knowledge", C'Thyl answered truthfully, "I have seen many worlds in search for more knowledge, crossed the barriers in search for more knowledge, traveled across paths, where no regular being would travel along.
THEY guided me. THEY showed me these places, as they will peak your interest."
"Mining operations within new systems will allow us to not only repay the Imperials, but also to increase our production output on the Shipyards as a whole", the foreman concluded, still being fascinated, "But in order to ensure the safety of these new routes, we require ... a fleet."
The Prophet showed no reaction regarding this revelation, as he could see the greed within the eyes of the most chairmen. He could sense that he had their attention now, just as he had back then the attention of the Quarren leaders, when he revealed only a small portion of the secrets, which he had obtained within his past from the Unknown Regions beyond Mon Calamari and its neighbouring, known systems. Therefore it was the foreman again, who adressed him, as he slightly fell under C'Thyl's influence, just like the others without them even noticing. Thus subtle was the mindtrick, that they simply began to believe him.
"Tell me, Prophet... who are you that you know so much about the outer regions?", the Mon Calamari asked in disbelief, "Can... can you show me what else you saw?"
And there it was.
The moment, when C'Thyl would share his visions with them, the moment, when he would show them his dreams.
The days after, things didn't seem to be the same at the Mon Calamari Shipyards, as new instructions were made. As per decree of Mon Calamari Shipyards main comitee, new ships had to be made within the secret wharfts below the planet's surface in order to satisfy the needs of the Prophet. New deals were made, as Farium was still sent to the Shipyards and new job offers began to spread within the deep sea Quarren cities, the ones, which C'Thyl had already influenced.
Over the course of days, some representatives of the Shipyards were found dead or crazed within their private rooms, those who survived talking only gibberish about a lurking thing below the seas, reemerging from a past, where it was assumed long dead. About a sunken city, full of unmentioned horrors.
The foreman and the remaining chairmen though didn't say anything about those incidents, as most of them didn't see the connection or were enthralled by C'Thyl's cult enough to simply accept it as a necessary sacrifice.
Overlooking the construction of the first MC90 cruiser below the surface, C'Thyl knew that the torch with which he had lit the next bonfire burned brighter than ever. As it had to, as one day the darkness would consume all the light.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Jan 25, 2020 8:16:03 GMT -8
With the annexation of Abraxin concluded and the Battle of Jabiim ongoing, production at the Mon Calamari Shipyards continiues its current production line as expected. Although a portion of known engineers either went missing, for either natural or more unnatural reasons, replacements could be found, as there were enough discredited scientists and designers, whose ideas for larger and more efficient star cruisers had been rejected. With the Sorcerers overseeing the orbital facility silently, these masterminds, some crazier than others would already work out the frames for the next line of starships, one more looking more massive and menacing than the other.
With the Dominion's first field test over Jabiim being seen as a success, more Recusant Dominion Dreadnaughts would enter production in order to subjugate more systems for the Triumvirate. The dark, menacing terror, which befell the Shipyards was only seen by a minority, as aboard the station nobody wished to talk about the possibility of monsters dwelling aboard the large complex within the abbandoned sections...
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Sept 30, 2020 3:45:16 GMT -8
Following the speech of the Quarren Dominion's remaining Triarch Fleet Admiral Chalu Eerills was quite nervous, given the circumstances. Like many within the already assembled fleet he had seen the speech directly, seen the attrocities committed by the fellow Triarchs. To think that one of the Triarchs would rebell against the others was a shocking reveal, one of which Eerilis was sure, that the people were even more terrified off, given that they had to deal most of the day with the fear of getting attacked by unknown entities within the city.
Here in orbit though the Admiral had to serve next to these horrors.
Sitting atop the front chair of the MC90 Star Cruiser Unmaker, the fish eyes of the Mon Calamari admiral looked briefly over the fellow crew members, some of them being regular officers like him, the rest either robbed men and women with an mysterious aura around them, mutated brutes, some not even dressed in uniform anymore and that hideous Amphi-Hydrus coordinator back behind him in the background, an everpresent slave master chosen by the Triarchs to oversee all these operations.
But was he chosen by the Triarchs? Or only by one Triarch?
Unlike the regular people of Mon Calamari Eerilis has witnessed more attrocities aboard his ship during the last months than a mere citizen could ever imagine. Crewmembers, which went missing and never returned ... until a newly recruited brute weeks later seems to faintly remind of the missing crew member, the glassy eyes and monstrous deep sea fish fangs making them look more like a beast than a humanoid being. Officers being promoted from one day to another like him - while they tend to mysteriously vanish after they argued with one of the robbed men hours before.
The screams of disciplined crew members. Entire sections of the Star Cruiser having been molded into dark corridors and prison cells. Some areas of the ship are still defect, as the mechanics barely return alive from the darker sections of the ship. Ommog-Droids and other mechanical horrors, which silently move through the vents and over the dim-lighted ceilings of the corridors as if they were hunting spiders, scaring sometimes even fellow crew members to death... some even claimed that these things murder their comrades, when only the Ommog and nothing else was around.
But all of that was pale in comparison to what the Amphi-Hydrus was.
What the Amphi-Hydrus did.
Chalu Eerills always was befallen by a cold shudder, when just thinking about him, that... thing, which claims to be an official administrator and navigator of the ship, yet in truth it was a slave master. A puppet master perhaps even.
Eerills faintly remembers any dialogues he had with this creature and that was the most horrifying part. He knew he had talked with it at some point. Like that voice... he will never forget that voice.
But instead of memories... there was nothing.
Blank spots, things where he knew he should remember them... it always returns, when he looks over to that fat toad, sitting there like a brooding ant queen, its merciless eyes always looking blank towards the Admiral as if it waited just for the right moment. Never had Eerilis witnessed as a star ship captain similiar terrors, when he served the Galactic Alliance, never would he have dreamt that the Quarren Dominion would go this far...
Perhaps Triarch Rolahc was right.
Perhaps the Triarch C'Thyl, the one the robbed men called a Prophet, was a sith lord.
Perhaps it was no coincedence that the entirety of the fleet was already assembled to obey the Triarch's call - just as if C'Thyl was already aware of the rebellion against the Dominion and solely needed an excuse to vanquish it.
Perhaps the rebellion against the Dominion was the just cour-
~Impure. Your thoughts are impure!~
Like a whip this voice slashed against the mind of the Admiral, as his eyes widened in shock. The Amphi-Hydrus!
And suddenly he remembered. Remembered how he argued against him the first time. Remembered how he held up the values of the Galactic Alliance and the written laws of the Dominion as one of his crew members was executed by these self-styled... sorcerers. But... oh no... no... there was more...
No, it couldn't be! His wife!? But... didn't she die in an-
No! The pain! How could they do this to-
Wait, what is that mechanical spide do- NOOO!
NO! BY THE WHILLS, MAKE IT STOP!
GOD PLEASE NO!!!
"Admiral Eerills? The Triarch has reached the flagship. Coordinates of the rebells' position have been given through. Give your crews all orders necessary."
As the robed figure next to him gently told Eerills these words, he felt as if he had awoken from a terrible nightmare. How embarressing!
Gathering his thoughts, he nodded, the stressed look still on his face. Yes, right, the rebellion.
Triarch Rolahc had assassinated the fellow Triarch Khell and the fleet had assembled to fight off the threat. Weird how clear his thoughts felt... just as if all the past concerns were forgotten. Well, in the end he was one of the Quarren Dominion's admirals. An elite within the proud Quarren nation, that would soon rival the Empire of old. Thanks to their leadership the Triarchy under C'Thyl would avenge the Galactic Alliance one day, making Mon Calamari great again!
Waving aside any odd thoughts, the admiral solely nodded.
"Move the ship within the formation. Course set to the New Pammant- space colony, Vector Delta, rendevousz with the Shark, sent from the Pammant Dockyards. Prepare the starfighter squadrons for launch, once we leave hyperspace.
May the Dominion be triumphant!"
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Sitting aboard the Dominion's bridge, flanked by two of his Sentinel guards, Prophet C'Thyl watched with glee as the massive dreadnaughts of the Quarren fleet slowly began to move, flanked by the almost tiny looking MC Star Cruisers and the Zatarus. With Elre Zhir and his Amphi-Hydrus coordinators keeping the fleet in check, conditioning the navy officers mentally, should they disobey the given orders, the war machinery of the Quarren Dominion was running fluently.
A dark tide, sweeping towards their enemies to crush them mercilessly.
It was a battle to which C'Thyl was looking forward to.
The first real test towards the naval forces of the Dominion.
The shattering of an already doomed rebellion from within.
And as the Prophet's mind reached out for the important individuals aboard his own ship, the fleet went into hyperspace, entering the endless void beyond the stars.
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Prophet C'thyl
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Apr 26, 2021 3:31:20 GMT -8
By the time of the warlord's perilious defeat at New Pammant, the Dominion's gouvernment would be restructured into the council of Triarchs being overruled by the chosen Protector, the former Triarch C'Thyl.
Given that there was now no opposition among the warlords and two of the new elected Triarchs were members of the Sorcerer cult, the souvereign controll of C'Thyl over the gouvernment itself has now been secured, putting him now into a similiar position as once Palpatine did, when he declared the Galactic Republic to become a Galactic Empire. Over time he would be able to dissolve the remaining warlord holdings into nothing more than symbolic titles, as the military would pledge their oath not only to the gouvernment, but to the Protector directly.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Aug 16, 2021 0:11:02 GMT -8
The large hulls of dreadnaughts leave the dockyards of the Mon Calamari Shipyards once more, as the Prophet's demand was heard. Skeleton-like the shapes of Recusant-class Dominion Dreadnaughts, improved versions of the Separatist larger destroyer variant, appeared from the port holes, while they each flanked a larger vessel, that floated like a shark admidst a fish swarm beneath these deadly weapons of terror.
Once again the Dominion was mustering for war, while the two Bavos II heavy duty military space plattforms in orbit were maintaining their defense routines. Yet even their admirals and ship captains weren't quite sure which target the Protector wished to strike with a larger fleet at his disposal.
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Endor
New Rebel Alliance
"No man is good enough to be another's master."
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Post by Endor on Mar 4, 2023 8:53:23 GMT -8
Streaking across the Calamari system were two StealthX starfighters fresh off the ewok run assembly line of the Incom Corporation, immediately slowing to sublight speeds as they veered off the nearby hyperlane, practically invisible against the star speckled tapestry of space thanks to their matte-black fiberplast outer shell. Piloting the first was our protagonist, the daring and ruggedly handsome former space pirate and knight errant, General Endor of the New Rebel Alliance (NRA). He checked the gravitic modulator in place of the third torpedo launcher and confirmed the device was working. "Sensor negators seem to be functional." He spoke into his helmets mouthpiece, which translated his words into binaric text his astromech, R6-66, could more easily understand. The droid responded in the affirmative on the display console, causing the the heroic rebel to scowl. He still needed to program a bit more of a personality into that droid. Sometimes it felt like he was talking to a Sakiyan. He checked his sensors and as expected, he couldn't get a reading on Tarfang's StealthX.It had been a bit of work to convince his best friend and former co-conspirator Tarfang, galaxy renowned space captain of the Lack of Faith and retired leader of the Bespin Blood Pirates, to join on to the mission. A bottle of Corellian whisky taken from the academy headmaster's private stash had helped to smooth things over, as did a gentle reminder of the fruitful employment opportunity he had provided the disenfranchised ewoks of Bright Tree Village at Incom. Reluctantly Tarfang had agreed, which was well because this was a dangerous mission he wouldn't trust to just anybody.He knew Tarfang likewise wouldn't be able to detect his StealthX, but here in lay the starfighter's advantage when piloted by someone skilled in the Force. Endor closed his eyes and took a deep breath, centering himself in its currents as he extended his other worldly senses and sought out the bands of connection that bound every living thing in the galaxy. Spotting a familiar thread that vibrated with resounding curses in almost every Unknown Regions dialect, he knew this to be his friend, and let the sensation guide him. Taking the controls in hand, the General maneuvered his starfighter around so that he flew above the elderly ewok's stealth fighter, flying upside down until their cockpit canopies were nearly touching. Even through the blast-tinting on the transparasteel he could see the grey furred ewok flipping him the bird, causing the roguish Jedi to snort. As they came around the sixth orbital position of Sep Elopon, the massive Mon Calamari shipyards surrounding the circumference of Dac came into view. As expected, he could see a number of large vessels in varying states of construction. Using hand signals he motioned to Tarfang through the cockpit window to take the lead. It was the only way this was going to work. As capable as the old pirate was, Tarfang lacked Force sensitivity. His only method of connecting with Endor would be over the comms, which would reveal them and give away their position. So instead he'd allow the elderly ewok to lead and rely on his own connection to allow him to follow close behind.Not a perfect system, but he'd known Tarfang since they were children so following the old codger was a bit of his speciality at this point. He throttled up, spewing TibannaX fumes that turned dark a millisecond after fusion. The two StealthXs flew around the shipyards until Tarfang spotted what they were looking for. The pirate captain rubbed the worn leather patch over his empty left eye-socket, dispelling the phantom itch that seemed to assail the ballsy bear at the worst of times. He led them towards a pair of MC80s that looked like they were nearing completion. They were missing most of their guns, but the outer hull seemed mostly intact, which should hopefully be enough to keep the ships from falling apart when they made their escape. Once more he flew above Tarfang's canopy and made hand gestures, signing that his companion should take the liberty-type variant on the left while he handled the home-one variant on the right. The pirate nodded and the two StealthXs peeled away from one another.Endor was careful as he magnetically clamped his starfighter to the side of the hull next to an outer airlock. He doubled checked that his flight suits helmet was properly sealed before opening the cockpit to inhospitable vacuum. As he floated free of the cockpit, he stopped to pat R6 on the head, mouthing to the droid to 'keep her warm', just in case. Then using a plasma torch, hydrospanner, and bobby pin, he sliced his way into the airlock controls and opened the outer door. The General floated inside and hit the cycle controls, sealing the airlock from the void and waiting as the small compartment filled with breathable atmosphere. A click sounded when the room was pressurised and Endor could feel the cruiser's inertial compensators press down on his previously weightless body in the form of artificial gravity. He slipped the wooden hilt of his lightsaber into his gloved hands and stepped out into the hall, staring down the long corridor as he simultaneously probed his surroundings with the Force. He almost recoiled as he felt something dark and offensive reach back, like oiled claws scraping against his skin. Focusing on his own aura, he tried to make his presence in the Force as small as he could, until he was barely perceptible to all but the most learned of mystics.There was definitely something evil aboard, something...familiar. He hadn't felt its like since he'd been at the Corellian academy and received that disturbing message. This had that same stink all over it, he was sure of it.Raising his right wrist, he tapped a sequence of buttons on his mounted communicator and hopefully opened an encrypted short-wave comm channel to Tarfang. "I'm made it aboard the Home One. How's it going over at the Liberty?" Endor kept his eyes peeled for danger as he waited for his best friend's reply. Thankfully the surly pirate didn't leave him waiting for long.I'm aboard. I had to stun one of these squid buggers on my way in. There was a noise over the channel that sounded like a swift kick in the side from an ewok foot. These quarren are uglier than a dulok's arse, and that's including the warts. Somethings not right with em..."Stay focused." Replied Endor, now walking up the corridor as he sensed a pair of patrolling quarren coming the other way. "We need to find the communications suite aboard these beasties." He ducked into a maintenance closet and waited as he heard the sounds of footsteps outside pass by before stepping back out into the hall. "Be careful." I've got about as much chance of that as you do hooking up with a wookiee woman. T-Fang out. "A man can dream." He said, lowering his arm and continuing through the ship. With the vessels nearing completion there wasn't the same amount of staff aboard, mostly just random maintenance teams putting the aesthetically pleasing finishing touches on the ships. Minimizing his aura made it difficult to detect those teams, causing him to nearly stumble upon a few. He'd been forced twice in the last ten minutes to deliver a few knockout blows to quarren soldiers he had stumbled upon. Endor did what he could to secure them before depositing their unconscious forms into life-pods, damaging the controls so they couldn't be opened from the inside. He hoped Tarfang was having an easier time.
PEW! PEW! PEW! "Oh stang! Oh stang!" Cursed Tarfang as he ducked behind a bulkhead corner as a couple of quarren soldiers filled the corridor with blaster bolts. It was just his luck to have stumbled across the only bad guys in the galaxy that seemed able to hit what they were aiming at. He patted down the flames rising off the scorched ends of his weather worn blue long-coat. Reaching for his sawed-off bryar pistol, he fired a couple bolts into the grill covering for a garbage chute. The metal erupted in a shower of sparks that left a charred opening large enough for a determined ewok to squeeze through. He took one last look around the corner to flip off his pursuers. "So long, you ugly squi..." He ducked at the last minute as a crimson bolt nearly took him in the head, leaving a scorched tuft on fur on his balding scalp. Holding his gnarled wooden cane against his pudgy body, Tarfang ducked into the garbage chute and yelled all the way to the bottom. "Stang!" The chute ended in a watery pit of trash, ejecting the elderly pirate captain into the stinky soup as he reached the end of the tunnel. He splashed down on his rump, groaning as he rose to look around the trash compactor. He held a paw over his nose as the raw sewage stink assailed his senses. "Sweet baby Yoda, it stinks like a dulok swamp in here." He carefully made his way over to the door and began to fiddle with the lock, giving up a few minutes later when the damn thing refused to budge. Stepping back, he raised his blaster pistol and fired a shot into the door mechanism, immediately regretting his decision to do so as the blaster bolt bounced back and proceeded to jump around the room as it was deflected repeatedly off the magnetized walls. "Alright." He grumbled. "No shooting my way out. Let's try something different." Pulling back the right flap of his long-coat, Tarfang plucked the ornate hilt of a light-foil from its resting place. He held the ancient Tapani weapon in his paw, running his furry fingers over the smooth ridges on the handle, touching his knuckles against the inside of the guard that covered most of his hand. Then, he thumbed the activation stud.SNAP/HISS! An acid yellow energy blade lanced from the light-foils emitter out to a meter in length, illuminating the trash compactor as the hobbling ewok held it aloft. Slowly he pressed the narrow blade tip against the door, a smirk spreading across his fuzzy features as the metal began to glow orange, then white before sloughing off. As he worked on the door he was too distracted to notice the eldritch horror rising from the filth waters of the compactor behind him. The giant eye of a mutant dianoga, emerged from the odorous sludge and fixed its malevolent glowing red gaze on the back of our intrepid ewok hero. Sewage brine sluiced off its tentacles as more of the creature's body emerged from the muck, reaching towards Tarfang who stopped what he was doing as he felt a few filthy drops of water on the back of his neck fur. Slowly turning, his mouth fell open and his good eye widened in a mix of surprise and fear as the monstrous dianoga lunged at him.
Endor was having slightly better luck. The former Jedi had run into a few Mon Calamari that weren't as enthused with the shipyard new villainous overseers. They helped him avoid running into any trouble by providing him with the patrol routes the soldiers usually took. Twenty minutes later and he'd reached the bridge. Ordinarily this was the last place one would think to avoid running into squids, but because the ship wasn't yet in service it hadn't been occupied by a full crew. The turbolift doors parted and the General stepped out onto an empty bridge. He let out a whistle before walking over to the controls for the communications array. It took a few seconds of rifling through his pockets but eventually his hand came free with a data-crystal which he inserted into the comms console. He stared at the screen as he uploaded the special sound file that both he and Tarfang were carrying. When the upload was complete, he raised his arm and spoke into his communicator."I'm all set on the Home One-type cruiser. Are you in position yet?" Over the encrypted channel, he could hear the roar of some sort of bestial creature and the sound of splashing water, as well as what he thought was the hum of an engaged plasma blade. "Tarfang! Are you alright?"Eventually the sounds gave way to static, followed by ewok pirate's voice that sounded weary with exhaustion. Just peachy. I'm going to need to be hosed off after we're done. There was another pause as Tarfang caught his breath, he then continued. I don't think I can make it to the Liberty's bridge. Too many of these damn squids aboard.That was a problem. There was no way he'd be able to get over to Tarfang's position on the other ship without giving up on the Home One he was currently aboard. He rubbed the stubble on his chin. Come to think of it. There might be another way. "Can you slice into the Liberty's PA system?" He waited for a reply and was greeted by several curses that would have made a tusken raider blush as it sounded like Tarfang was trying to do as Endor suggested.Yup, I'm in. Now what? Before Endor could reply, the crafty old wok had figured it out. Oh, I see. Yeah, this might just work. It's definitely one of your stupider plans, but luckily you brought along an expert."I'm glad you approve." He shook his head in amusement. "Alright, standby. Let's hope this works." In unison the two of them simultaneously hit their respective buttons. What Tarfang was experienced was a large near deafening moan of a very familiar space-faring silicon lifeform the two had randomly encountered during their days of deep space piracy. The bestial tone echoed throughout the ship, filling every corner as it caused the hull to shake with rhythmic vibrations. Meanwhile Endor was operating the Home One's sensors to send out a sonar pulse, before playing the same series of animal moans and broadcasting them out on all channels out into the airwaves of space. Taking a deep breath, the former Jedi centred himself in the Force, expanding his aura beyond the shadowy smudge he had shrunk it to while concealing himself. His presence aboard the ship radiated like a bright white beacon, dispelling the darkness that seemed to permeate the ship and the yards beyond. It would be clear to any darksiders that one anathema to their corruption was among them, on that ship. He climbed out of the comms station seat and headed to the bridge doors. When he reached them, he thumbed the activation stud on the wooden hilt in his hand and brought forth a crackling white plasma blade. Rather than slash the door controls, he simply held the steaming energy blade next to the panel and watched as forks of electricity jumped from the firkraan crystal powered blade and shorted out the controls.That wouldn't hold them for long. Deactivating his blade, he jogged over to the main bridge window and stared in what he thought was the direction of the nearest hyperlane. He muttered an ewok prayer under his breath to the Great Spirit Tree of his homeworld, hoping he hadn't taken this enormous risk without at least some chance of success. Unmanned sensor stations beeped warnings as other ships in the yards began to take notice of the Home-One broadcasting oddly beautiful animal moans into the void. Some of those vessels were even beginning to move into firing positions. Sithspit. But then as all was beginning to seem lost, their backup finally arrived.Emerging from the swirling bluish depths of hyperspace was a massive school of Purrgil, entering the system in a swarm of smaller space whales surrounding the much more massive ultra variants that swam the hyperlanes. Endor watched through the bridge window as they covered the two MC80s, drawn by the mating cry of their species that both ships were playing over their speakers and broadcasting into deep space. Tentacles adhered to the hull, gripping it as tightly as beskar as they secured purchase on both the Home One and Liberty types. "I wish you could see this." Endor said over his wrist communicator.Scoffing. I've dealt with purrgils before, pal. Trust me, you won't be as awed when it comes time to scrape off the barnacles they leave behind on the hull. There were more sounds of blaster fire over the channel. Are we almost done? It's getting a little hot over here.""Hang on." He watched in amazement as a shadow crept across the bridge as one of the purrgil ultras began to glow, signaling that it was opening a simu-tunnel in realspace. Endor gripped the bridge railing and let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in. Grinning, he face the future with a smile writ upon his weathered features. "Now this is what I call pod-racing."The view of the stars folded over, replaced by swirling bands of blue as the purrgil school opened a hyper-tunnel and began to drag the two MC80s held at the heart of the swarm into its dimensional depths. In a blinding flash the space whales ramped up to lightspeed and leapt out of the system, carving their own path through space, dragging the two cruisers with them.
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