Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

Jace wa the last aboard towing a crate on with him that he would have to have shipped backed to Mandalore if they stop in a port. He demagged the container from the swoop bike and then removed his Beskar mandalorian armor and the equipment that comes with it. He went to a secluded area of the ship and changed into those stowing the ruined blue mandalorian armor in the container. He was much more well armed now and has the symbol of the Mandalore on his breastplate. He still kept his the darksaber with him as another symbol of the Mandalore's favor. He would likely be going to Korriban so he needs to show his best face and be prepared for any thing that could go wrong.


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Next he checked his comm link and found his employer responded back to holo message he sent. Jace played the meessage and robed figure who's face was unseeable appeared. It said "You are pretty clever their, not one of the Mandalore's favored for nothing it seems. The answer to your inquiry is a yes and so if you manage to execute the plan you'll still be paid. Something tells me you're only seeking an alternate route to get a little something or a lot of things on the side. Hehehaha!. Then the message cut out. Jace had his answer now he needed a plan.
 
Why'nn sighed and slid into the pilot's chair, checking everything before she got them off the ground. Clearing the atmosphere wasn't hard and as she steered them away and into hyperspace, she sent a call to her mother on her portable holocommunicator. As she had caused the damage to the communications console, she figured she would take responsibility for contacting her mother. Before the Sith Lord could pick up, she made sure to close and lock the door behind her. No sense in leaving herself open. Besides, she didn't trust the Mandalorian. She sensed something was wrong, though she couldn't put her finger on what yet.
 
Korriban





The holo terminal near Manara's desk chimed, as she had just begun to get back to work. She had had so many interruptions this day, it was beginning to grate on her nerves. With a sigh, she got to her feet, moved to the holo, and activated it. An image of her daughter appeared. Ordinarily she'd be glad to receive a call from her daughter, but the day had been so full of bothersome people that he patience had simply worn thing. However, she tried to not lash out at her daughter. "Hello, daughter. Is there something you require?"
 
"We have just jumped back into hyperspace. We have the Holocron and HK-50-01 captured the Jedi. He is aboard, restrained." The last sentence was something she assumed was true and something she'd see to once she left if it wasn't already done. "There is also a Mandalorian aboard... However, I sense trouble with him. He is Force sensitive, I can feel it around him. He's on a contract and keeps speaking of the 'target.' I was in the process of getting the Holocron when his passage was brokered." Her face showed concern. "He holds the Darksaber."
 
At mention of the Darksaber, her eyes widened. That relic had been thought lost for a very long time, and it seemed it somehow ended up in the hands of the Mandalorians. "The Darksaber is a powerful artifact...Unless that Mandalorian gives me good reason, I will be removing it from his possession. If you have no idea who or what his target is, it's best to keep a close watch on him. If the droid is as useful as he claims, make sure he keeps a close watch on the Mandalorian. I will think on how to proceed knowing he is Force sensitive." Manara lost herself in thought for a moment, then came out of it. "What is the status of my apprentice? I sense he is very upset and distracted..."
 
Why'nn nodded at the information. "Yes, Mother. Once he wakes from his repair cycle I shall give him that task. And if not for him it is likely Connor would be dead." Here she stopped. Had she used Connor's name to Mother before? She couldn't remember, but the question brought her back. "He is... obsessive with the Holocron, to the point that he almost caused a cave-in when he and HK-50-01 were separated from it by an ice wall. I was able to get through as there was a small hole." Again, she paused. "I believe he is unfocused because of it." Would what she just said cause punishment for him? "And... our relationship has changed. He worries you will not approve."
 
Manara nodded. She would have to teach the boy a lesson in restraint, no matter how much an object like that affects him. Then Why'nn mentioned that their relationship had changed. More possible torture for the boy. "What do you mean your relationship has changed? If it is what I think it is, then he is quite right. I do not approve. You are above him and he is not worthy. Not yet at least, one day perhaps." This brought her back to the Holocron. Perhaps the reason why...no, it couldn't be. "Keep an eye on him with that device. I don't quite care if he opens it, but I want you when with him when he does, and you will report everything you see."
 
Why'nn glared at that. "I lured him into it. I have a plan with this one, just let me play it out. I'm playing a long game with him." A little bit of a cruel smirk was on her face. Of course, her 'plan' and 'game' were to have a long term, committed relationship with Connor, but her mother didn't need to know that. She let her satisfaction fill her up as well as a little bit of sadistic pleasure at the thought of possibly torturing the Jedi. "Yes, Mother. I shall. When I end this communication with you I will go to him."
 
Manara nodded and considered what her daughter was saying. "Very well. I am eager to see the fruits of that endeavor." She wasn't sure what she would do with the Jedi captive. "I suppose we will give Jedi to our interrogation master. He will extract any useful information the man has." She sighed and looked off to the side. "Go and see to the boy, then. Make sure you remember everything you see when he opens the Holocron. Hold nothing back from me. We will talk more after you arrive home. Be careful daughter..." With that, Manara terminated the transmission and went back to her work, hoping she would no longer be interrupted.
 
Why'nn nodded once more before her mother closed transmissions, then stood. The ship would, more or less, pilot itself. However, she didn't trust the Mandalorian and, thus , when she stepped out of the bridge she made sure the door locked upon closing. That way only she, Connor, or HK-50-01 would be able to open it. Shooting a wary glance at the Mandalorian, she grabbed cuffs and fitted them around the Jedi's wrists. After that was done, she moved past the droid, who was still in recovery mode, and entered the private quarters, again locking the door behind her. "I've spoken to my mother. I may've stretched the truth on my intentions with you. She believes I've seduced you for the purpose of torment down the line." The young Sith sighed and sat on the bed, her head in her hands. She was exhausted.
 
Connor stowed his lightsabers when Why'nn entered the room. The empty wardrobe was completely destroyed now, but he didn't care. He had begun to feel a bit better than he had a bit ago. He turned around and sat down beside Why'nn. "That's fine...I don't think either of us are in any frame of mind to deal with your mother's attitude." With a sigh, Connor reached under his cloak and pulled out the Holocron. Using the Force, he levitated out in front of both of them, and he simply stared at it for a moment. It was almost like it was pulsating at him. "D-Do you feel that?"
 
Too tired to care about the wardrobe, her mind a little more confused now as she sank into a bit of a depressed state as her thoughts returned to the encounter with her father. Why'nn ran a finger along the tick marks on her saberstaff. "I feel..." Another sigh, this one heavier. "I don't know. My mind is clouded..." Her right hand rested over the disks in her pocket but she didn't pull them out. "Why don't you open it?"
 
Zerek took his sweet time getting to his ship, taking an hour and a half thanks to his injuries. As much as he liked the solitude of the barren tundra, two things annoyed him. One, he was injured heavily and it was REALLY FREAKING COLD! Two, he was wound up like a god damn spring, anticipating something. At seeing his ship intact, he breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly unlocked his ship and walked aboard, closing the ramp behind him. He first went to the ships modest medbay, giving himself basic first aid, and setting his bones. The latter caused a good deal of screaming in pain. Then he sat in the cockpit, punching in the coordinates to Nar Shaddaa and transferring the 10 billion credits to his account. 'With how this job turned out, I need an upgrade. Maybe something that protects against blasters and sabers. Hell, maybe a larger ship and a decent crew.' Not caring about anything nearby, he took off, flying out of the atmosphere and jumping to lightspeed as quickly as he could. He was going to use the medbay's better equipment to patch himself up during the several hour long trip.
 
Connor hesitated for a moment as he sat there staring at the Holocron. He wanted to open it, but he was scared of what information it might hold. Connor looked over at Why'nn, then looked back to the Holocron. With a deep breath, Connor reached out through the Force and opened the Holocron. As he did, it came apart in several pieces, and a hologram formed in the middle of it. It was a relatively young man who looked similar to Connor. After a moment of silence, the hologram spoke.


"Greetings. I am Jedi Knight Aron Thorne. This message is intended for a specific person. Please stand by while I confirm you identity." The hologram disappeared for a moment and the pieces of Holocron spun quickly around Connor for a moment, before returning to their place in front of him. "Identity confirmed. Playing message. Hello, my son. If you've found this recording in the Holocron on Hoth, I'm very proud of you. Unfortunately I have to be brief. The information contained in this Holocron is too important to erase it for everything I want to tell you. If you are watching this, it means your mother and I were killed by the Sith who were chasing us. At the end of this message I've left coordinates of where you can find something I left for you. Something I managed to hide. I know you have a lot of questions like how I got this message into this Holocron. Let me just say that the Force is a mysterious thing. I'm surprised that we haven't been caught up to us at this point. This message will now be deleted. I have to go now, son. Know that both your mother and I love you very much. Follow the path of the Light. May the Force Be With You, son." With that, the hologram disappeared and a star chart took it's place.


Connor studied the star chart for a moment, but it also finally disappeared. He knew where the planet was, though he wasn't sure what he was looking for. After the message and star chart disappeared, a new hologram took it's place. "This Holocron is a record of events which ultimately led to the destruction of the Jedi Temple that once existed on this icy world..." Connor didn't want to listen to the rest of the message, so he stopped channeling the Force, and the Holocron reformed into it's cube shape. Too stunned to do anything, Connor simply let the Holocron fall to the floor and he sat there in silence, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
 
Why'nn blinked a few times. "What the actual fuck?" So Connor's parents were Jedi? She eyed him warily. 'A Jedi spawn... does Mother know? Did she kill his parents? Now that you know, that we know... Are you going to betray Mother? (Are you going to betray me?)' She watched him trying to sort through her own selfishness to be able to reach out to him. But if, as he might've suspected at one time, she wasn't being truthful she would take this opportunity to torment him. Things were different now. "I guess we're both Jedi spawn, then." It was an attempt at a joke. She watched him a bit longer before calling the Holocron to her and setting it aside. Once it was safe, she moved in front of him and took his hands. She felt his confusion and the... indescribable feelings she was dealing with at having seen her own father earlier that day. Instead of continuing to talk, she waited for him to speak first, when he was ready.
 
Chuka sat in the troop bay of the ship, not really caring where they were headed. He'd already checked his gear and replenished his supply of TD grenades, as well as add a few other types for some flavor. The warrior had his helmed head resting against the the bulkhead, then fell over as he suddenly passed out from sheer exhaustion.
 
Darth Trakus sat quietly at his desk, drumming his fingers along the hilt of his lightsaber, while he listened to the captain of the Lux troopers speaking. The report was of s subject Darth Trakus could not even remember, and even the captain sounded bored in his words. Holding his hand up, Darth Trakus waited a moment for the captain to stop speaking. Waving his hand briefly, the captain bowed briefly, before turning and walking out of the office, before sealing the door after him.


Turning in his chair, he removed the helmet from his face, rubbing his temples. The headache had been getting worse since the other day, and he contemplated sending for a medical staff member to deal with it. Before standing up, Darth Trakus thought better of it, before turning and looking across the room. He needed to find someone to delegate to.
 
Connor sat there for a moment, stunned. He didn't know what to think or say, he just sat there. After a moment, a thought did finally enter his mind. He remembered the day Delrick had been killed. He remembered that that's what happens to people who betray Manara. He looked to Why'nn now, barely hearing what she said. He knew it could be a joke, but he wasn't sure what to do. Standing up, he moved off to the corner of the room, away from Why'nn. He had begun to feel unworthy of her once more. With a hard swallow, he finally managed to speak. "Uh...yeah. Jedi spawn...If my master finds out about this...She'll do to me what she did to your dad. She'll kill me. That's what happens to Jedi, right? I've never technically been a Jedi, but I'm the son of two. I have served Darth Manara faithfully for the entire time I've been with her. She won't care...She'll kill me..." It was not fear that was causing this, not even anger or hatred. Connor was simply confused. He didn't know what he should do, though he was leaning heavily toward the idea of being truthful with his master right away.
 
Zerek had recently finished with the more extensive treatment his broken bones required. The burns weren't much, but they still hurt. After checking himself and thankfully finding that no organs had been ruptured during the events on Hoth, he sat down on a couch in the main lounge. Well, to him, it was a lounge. It was really a room meant for communication and group conferences. However, the way Zerek operated, very few people had access to this line, and were told to only contact him through this line if they felt it necessary. When the terminal began ringing, he felt it odd. He slowly got up, and answered the line. "Hello, you got me. What's up."


A Twi'lek was on the other end of the line, holographically projected so it looked like she was in the room with him. The girl had a similar fashion sense to Zerek in that it was very dirt and blended in well with the filthy streets the both knew. Zerek was quite happy to see his old partner on the line. "Fey! Why are you calling me?" Her expression changed from a more even face to one of irritation. "Din, what the hell happened to you?! All Lindlea told me was that you went to Hoth to sack a temple, I call you and you're looking like you just got attacked by HK-50-09 again!" Zerek chuckled. He did have some questions for 09 later that would hopefully avoid more broken ribs. "Job went south. Three Mandalorians, Two Sith, a Jedi Master, and another HK-50 unit." He paused for effect. "At the same time." Fey sighed, rubbing her forehead. Zerek hoped she wasn't going to ask what he thought she was going to ask. "Whatever. Did you at least get the holocron? Lindlea said there should have been one there." Zerek sighed and lowered his head. 'And there it is. Here we go.'





"No, I did not. And before you get angry, let me explain! The Sith were looking for it too. They had help from the Mandos and the HK-50. I was lucky to leave with my life. I tried to kidnap one of the Sith and loot it off them, but that led to my current situation. The HK-50 paid me in exchange for giving her back." Fey sighed in relief, looking a little happier that Zerek was alive and that he got paid. "Sorry, for going off on you, I got worried. Thought I might never see the day when Fey and Din reunited to take over the galaxy." At that, they both laughed. When they were both really little, they had teamed up just to survive on Nar Shaddaa and had big dreams, like most kids. "I still don't know why I gave you top billing on that. But I got paid enough to make the broken ribs worth it. I'll be planetside in about 4 more hours. See ya soon." Fey smiled and waved as he hung up and continued lounging, setting an alarm for 3 hours and 30 minutes from now and drifting off to sleep.
 
She was disappointed that he had pulled away from her initially, but stiffened as he mentioned her father and looked pointedly away. "She killed him because he betrayed us," Why'nn spat, going from her exhausted state to a steadily growing torrent of confusion and anger at the thought. "Besides, it's likely she was the one who killed them. You ever think of why you were two when she took you? No baby can survive on its own on Dromund Kaas. Why you excel at your training but she treats you like she does? She probably already knows." Beginning to shake from holding back the anger, her fists clenched. She would not strike out at him. More thoughts on her father, on his supposed death, she let out a hiss of frustration and scorched the ground with a sudden burst of lightning. Had he betrayed them? Yes. He'd lied to Mother and he'd lied to her. But he said, in the cave, that it was to protect the both of them. Her chest rose and fell rapidly.
 
Connor felt all of Why'nn's emotions despite the confusion he was feeling. He suddenly felt like a jerk and knew she was probably right. He should have put two and two together. What she said made sense. Instead of continuing to allow himself to wallow in self pity, Connor walked to Why'nn and pulled her into a tight, and close hug. If she struck out at him or shocked him or pushed him away, he wouldn't care. She clearly needed him in this moment, and he needed to prove that something like this wouldn't throw him into a complete meltdown. He was still confused with what had happened, but Why'nn seemed to be focusing him. "You're right. I know...I'm sorry. Learning that was just a big shock to me. I'm sorry..." He paused for a moment, trying to decide if he should ask. Despite knowing he shouldn't, he did anyway. "Why'nn...what happened in the cave? I know that I almost caused things to go bad, but...I feel there's more going on than just being angry with me for being stupid. Talk to me..."
 
As he pulled her in close, she fought with herself not to shock him, fear and uncertainty beginning to break the surface of the anger. "He's not dead," she stated before ducking out of the hug and pushing herself to her feet, pacing away from him. "He... he was the one who gave me the Holocron." Pacing back and forth, she flexed and clenched her left hand, as if stopping herself from reaching from her saberstaff, and her right was clenched behind her back. "He's not dead, Connor. His face bears the scar I put on it, his chest has a hole through it. He spoke. He hugged me. He's not dead." She neglected to mention the disks. "My father, the Gray Jedi, was in that cave on Hoth. He's the reason I didn't go down when the hole started to collapse. He pushed me through when he saw a rock falling to pincer me." Her mouth formed a thin line, her eyes strictly golden, but her skin beginning to gain a pink-ish hue.
 
Darth Trakus looked up at the burning sun above his head. In the heat of the day, Korriban was, as it always was, annoyingly hot. It irked him, and that was not good for the prisoners survival odds. Turning, Darth Trakus walked down the ramp and entered the Sith tomb, entering a side alcove. Inside the dimly lit room, 4 large obelisks rose high into the ceiling, with Sith runes carved into their length. Each one glowed dimly, the only light in the chamber. In the center of the room, chained to each of the obelisks, 4 figures sat hunched over. Standing next to each prisoner, Imperial soldiers stood silently, their gaze directed forward while Darth Trakus walked to the center of the room, looking at each of the figures in turn.


Turning away, Darth Trakus gave a brief hand gesture, and in near unison, 4 blaster shots rang out in the confined area. Turning to look back down at the bodies, Darth Trakus watched as the blood from the fallen began pooling into channels carved into the floor, before flowing down towards each obelisk. As the blood dissipated inside, each obelisk began to grow brighter, with small trickles of lightning play across their length as well. As they continued to grow brighter, the writing on each pillar began to rearrange themselves into different patterns. What once was gibberish was now becoming legible words, and Darth Trakus smiled as he began to read one of the obelisks.


That smile quickly faded as the obelisks began to grow dimmer once more, the lightning dying out. Letting out a roar of rage, Darth Trakus turned, igniting his crimson saber, cutting down two other slaves waiting for instructions. Turning to look at the soldiers, Darth Trakus briefly ordered them to get rid of the bodies, while he exited the chamber.


Since his arrival on Korriban, Darth Trakus had been looking for secrets that would keep him busy while he dealt with his main mission, these ruins being his current task. He had discovered it on accident a few days ago, and since then, had spent long hours trying to figure out the obelisks secrets. While researching the subject, Darth Trakus had found files stating that some ancient Sith technology had been powered by blood, and so, 4 slaves were picked at random. The evidence was promising, but, as Darth Trakus feared, he would have to use more.
 
Jace was keeping to himself resting in the cargo bay against the box with his blue Mandalorian armor in it. He was holding the Darksaber in his hand inspecting the weapon, he never disassembled the weapon for fear of ruining it's untouched structure and inner workings. This lightsaber must contain parts different from most other lightsabers and it's crystal must be close to a one of kind, there could possibly be a few others of maybe even another somewhere down the line. But there's probably a handful of the crystals out there and only this one must have been within reach.


Jace was shocked out of his thoughts by receiving another holo recorded message from his employer. "Listen abort your current mission, the target is needed for well....... anyway we want you and whoever to kidnap her and bring her to the following coordinates memorize them and then delete this message just like the others." The recording cut out after displaying the coordinates. Jace quickly deleted it from his comm device. Jace had long suspected that the man on the transmission may not he the actual employer but his pause when he was going to reveal the purpose was lost which means he isn't likely the mastermind. The question is who is and when will Jace meet them.
 
Connor looked to Why'nn as she spoke. Her father was alive, but how? He was dead. He was incinerated. "I suddenly feel like a jerk...I'm sorry Why'nn. Are...are you okay?" What kind of question was that? Of course she's not okay, look at her! Connor sighed and walked over to Why'nn, but he didn't touch her, though he wanted to. "Well, I'm glad he was there to keep you from getting crushed. Your mother would kill me if you ended up dead. That and I'd be..." He stopped himself. He knew the words he wanted to say, but he couldn't bring himself to say them. He wanted to tell her that he'd be lost and confused without her. It was probably too soon to feel that way, but it's what he wanted to say. "You know...I think that's the first time in forever you haven't called him The Traitor..."
 
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