Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

[Field Marshall]

Above Felucia



Illya rolled, activated cloaking, and left the atmosphere. "Jace, meet us at these coordinates. When you get on board we're gunning it to Tatooine. Cargo's too hot to wait."


She switched off comms and sighed, idling at the meet up point. In the heat of the moment, the adrenaline let her forget her pain. Now, as it wore off, she slumped back into the chair, grimacing. The bandages were stained with blood and she squeezed her eyes shut, working through the pain before she spoke. "Liser't pretend at kar'taylir meg kaysh's doing. Kaysh's naas a a damned merc." (Can't pretend to know what he's doing. He's nothing but a damned merc.) It hurt like a vibroblade to the chest that he'd do such a thing. "Pehea Ru'lis kaysh? Di'kut! Vi trusted gar!" (How could he? Idiot! We trusted you!) she screamed.


Illya looked to Chuka. He was honorable. He would not do something like this. "If we don't keep this secret he'll be brought to a Lodge... if we do he gets beheaded for his treachery. Chuka... You'd never do this, right? You'd never betray family." They had a moment, so she unstrapped herself and moved into his lap, hugging him tightly. Her wounds screamed at her to stop, but she needed this right now.


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Above Felucia





Jace brought the freighter near the meeting point before sending the freighter plunging on a course to the fueling station like a ship sized or rather combined with the fuel at the station a station sized bomb. Jace slipped out the back of the cargo hold making sure to seal and pressurize his helmet before entering the void of space. He floated to his ship and knocked on the area near the boarding ramp. "Seal the bulkhead then open the hatch." Jace radioed Illya.


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[Grammatic]

Fueling Station


Looking up, Darth Trakus watched as the freighter plummeted towards his position. Standing with his hands folded, Darth Trakus watched idly, as a barrage of red lasers erupted along the freighter, their sheer firepower overwhelming any possible shields in moments. After the first volley, a second and third soon followed, and the freighter erupted in a barrage of debris, colliding with the ground, causing much less damage than the original intention.


Turning his head, Darth Trakus nodded as the form of a Harrower came into view. The Manticore was a seasoned warship, and Darth Trakus had little doubt the gunner crew aboard that ship had saved his life. He made a mental note to give the men fitting reward. As a shuttle exited the main hangar, Darth Trakus turned his head, watching as the mando vessel disappeared into the distance. This failure was a definite set back in his plans, but, not a hindrance. Turning, he made his way to the shuttle that was touching down, already preparing his next plans.

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Above Felucia


Chuka let out a sigh as he listened to Illya make the call to Jace. 'At least we'll get this over with quickly, once Jace is on board.'


He kept his eyes shut and snorted in agreement with the other warrior. "Chakaar!" (Scunbag!) He j felt the pain keenly, this was a pain worse then losing a brother in battle. Because at least then they died with honor. Rylos had spat on them and was without honor.


"We do not need to tell the lodge, this is a aliit wero." (Family problem.) We deal with it. No fine or disbarment for him." He was a little surprised at her question, but more surprised when he felt her climb into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and opened his eyes. "Draar. aliit sol'yc, ratiin. Ni Kelir ash'amur sol'yc." (Never. Family first, always. I will die first.) Hearing Jace call out, Chuka reached for the controls to seal the bulkhead and open the door. That's when he felt the sticky-slick texture of blood. After activating the controls and called to Jace. "You're clear to enter." Resting back into the chair he kissed Illya on the forehead. "We need to change your bandages." Smirking a little he raised an eyebrow. "Can you walk or should I carry you?" She would hear the light humor in his voice.


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[folclor]

Above Felucia





Illya nodded. There would be a beheading, then. At his answer she smiled slightly. "Sa Ru'kel Ni. Aliit sol'yc. Ratiin." (As would I. Family first. Always.) The kiss returned a blush to her face and she looked at him in shock. "Gar shi-!" (You just-!) He'd already said she was more than a sister and he was only two years her senior. In a split-second decision, she leaned up and kissed him, quite gently. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was an intoxicating feeling. "I can walk." She smiled and pushed herself up, moving slowly toward the bunks. Of course, 'walk' was not the word most would use for her hobbled limp, but she was a bit too proud to be carried. She was a warrior, after all.


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[Field Marshall]

Mandalorian Ship





Jace entered and sealed the doors, he waited for the area to pressurize before removing his helmet. He made his way to the Bridge, the air about him slightly darker from how his rage at Rylos was tipping him towards the darkside. "Okay so Rylos is dead next time I see him, there are no buts about this he has betrayed us and nearly got you guys killed and pervaded our culture by becoming a merc." Jace said in a commanding tone the first time he has ever used one with Illya and Chuka. He then proceeded to inform them of his plan. "So I am going to handle the prisoner but the plan is if she cooperates is to sell her for the 160 Billion credits but if she decides she doesn't want to go with the client as our contract is up we'd be free to free her for naturally a large bounty. Or if she decides to go with the client we can contact loverboy and request a bounty to bring the girl back to him. We'd be taking a ton of money from the sith in doing so. Any questions?"


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[folclor]

Mandalorian Ship


He was trying to command but the plan was a dull one and, regardless of whether she was in a good amount of pain, Illya was going to stand against it. "The agreed payment was 120 billion credits. Unless the client raises the bounty on is own, we're sticking to 120 billion. A hunt's a hunt. It doesn't matter if she wants to go with the client and you know that." At the same time, the second idea was a good one. "Let me inject her with a tracker. We can sell them the information if they don't trust us to go after her." Too injured to continue standing, legs too weak (especially with the hole in the left) to hold her up, Illya collapsed on the ground. "But after this is done, Jace, promise me we'll tear that aruetii" (traitor) "to pieces..."

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Mandalorian ship


He was smiling warmly, one the only times she'd seen him do that. And when she leaned in for the kiss, he closed his eyes and let it wah over him. It was only seconds, but it felt like forever. He'd never thought about age being that important, the warriors effort was what mattered, and hers was outstanding. "That's good." He stood after she did, she was moving to check on the pilot and co-pilot properly, when Jace stormed in.


Even with being force sensitive, Chuka could feel the primal anger coming from his bother; he felt it too. "Cause one of us was going to argue for his life." His tone hard and full of anger as he gave a derisive snort, that Jace would know was directed at the chakaar (scumbag). He listened and stopped what he was doing and cocked his head to the side, about to bring up the point about the credits, but Illya, quick as ever, beat him to it. "I agree with Illya, no need to barter for more. Get there do the exchange and be done with the Sith spawn. But the tracker is a good idea, could prove useful." He let out a sigh and shook his head when she collapsed, he saw the effort it took to support herself and the pain was causing her to sweat. He moved to her side and helped her up, putting one arm over his shoulder to aid her to the bunk. "Alright atin'la verd, let's get those bandages changed and some pain killer." (Tough warrior) He did not fully carry her so as to not hurt her pride.


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[folclor]

Mandalorian Ship





Illya held onto Chuka more tightly than she needed to. "Vor entye." (Thank you.) As he lowered her onto the bunk, she considered pulling him down with her. No, that was a stupid idea. She needed medical treatment and there was no reason to distract him at the moment. This was... a strange moment, though. He'd always been her equal (and sometimes her better) in the hunt, but now she found herself wanting a deeper relationship, enough that it even distracted her from the pain of Rylos's betrayal.


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Raikou Kaminari

 

[Field Marshall]

Mandalorian Ship





"Right it was 120 billion, just got the number mixed up. I also like that tracker idea saves us the trouble with dealing with them again. Then afterwards we'll hunt down Rylos and put an end to his disgrace. While you handle medical matters I shall go get the target in the right attire. I am pretty sure I can modify one of IIlya's disguises into a slave girl outfit." Jace said before they walked off.


Jace went to the cargo bay and opened several crates until he found the outfit he was looking for. First he used it to wipe off some of the dirt and grease of his armor then he tore a few minor holes in the dress. He then went to the ship installed holding cells normally for wild living beasts. He first removed her lightsabers from her and then made sure the cuffs on her were still active. Then he wiped some of the dirt from his armor on her face and then proceeded to mess up and dirty her hair. He held the dress in his hands and said "I don't know how this part is going to work, the problem is whether she is wearing undergarments or not." Then he had a brilliant idea. He went back to the cargo hold and removed some discarded entrails of recent hunts. He went back to the holding cells and the rubbed the foul smelling entrails onto her current clothing and then left the now slave looking dress on the far side of her holding cell. He figured she would change to get out of smell. He then left the holding cell and reactivated the energy barrier. He walked off with her sabers and would later store them in the armory with the rest of their weapons.


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[hudhouse]

Korriban


Tyran slept in orbit as his ship recalled droids from the academy. They brought with them the equipment to make exactly what Tyran needed... new armor, and a giant lightsaber. Tyran was nearly wiped out of credits, but his hunt for the Darth would be impressive. In the dream world, Tyran finally realized what would happen if he was the one who killed the Sith. He could take his place... and that just made his eyes snap wide open. He promptly fell back asleep to the soothing sounds of a construction bay creating new armor...

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Mandalorian Ship


Chuka felt the extra grip Illya had on him, and he liked that she was holding onto him, nodding his gratitude. "Don't you have a slave outfit from that one job on Nal Hutta?" Smirking at the thought of she hated being the bait on that one. Once she was in the bunk, part of him wanted to get out of his armor and craddle her in his arms, but he stopped himself. He picked up the medkit and gave her a painkiller. "That should start to ease the pain." Then he started peeling off her blood soaked bandages and cleaning them before applying new kolto bandages. With his normal non-smiling face, but with a little warmth and humor in his voice. "Think you can keep from ripping these loose?" He raised an eyebrow at the warrior he was beginning to think of as someone he wanted to know forever.


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[folclor]

Mandalorian Ship





Why'nn was coming to as someone was rubbing something foul smelling upon her clothing. She tried to move her hands, but they were restrained. Whoever was touching her stopped and she heard him...her...it leave. Slowly, the girl opened her eyes. Something was on her face and her hair felt strangely dirty. Hadn't she washed on the way to Felucia? But she had taken a tumble...


It took her a good while to completely understand the situation and she saw that she was in a cell, that her hands were bound together, and someone had smeared entrails all over her robes. Lucky for her, she didn't mind the scent of death. Her saberstaff was not at her side but feeling around a bit told her they'd somehow missed her knives. Who'd done this? She moved, reaching down into her boot and pulling out a pin. Thankfully, she was able to get out of the cuffs quickly. With the force, she picked up the pile of cloth and made a face at it, dropping it. Whoever was holding her was really stupid. It didn't take much effort to manipulate the controls and drop the energy barrier. The problem with her clothes being covered in entrails was her captors would smell her before she could get to her saberstaff. So... she stripped down to her undergarments and crept along the hallway.


Finding her way into a washroom, she took the opportunity to wash the dirt from her face and fix her hair (she might not be vain but that didn't mean she was going to accept someone messing her up like that). As she exited the washroom, she slipped her knives from their sheaths and headed toward the noises of footsteps and voices.


---


Illya frowned at the memory of Nal Hutta. As the only woman on crew she'd been bait more than once. That was, by far, her least favorite. In response to his question, though, she laid back onto the bunk, grabbed his arm, and tried to pull him down on top of her. "You should get out of that armor." Her voice was soft, a bit higher pitched than normal. "Join me for some R&R."


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[Field Marshall]

Mandalorian Ship





Jace returned to the hold with smelling salts and a better slave disguise one he found while digging through Illya's stuff, she must have put some work into hiding this one being she probably hated being bait. He figured he could wake her up with them and make sure she put on the slave outfit. He arrived to an empty cell and the knowledge that maybe it wasn't so smart of him to just leave the prisoner unwatched. He dashed first to the cockpit and looked around inspecting the controls and navicomputer. They were still on course for now but that just means the prisoner is likely roaming around doing something much worse. "Try to be nice and.... I am so off my game." Jace mumbled.


He realized he was right in front of the ship controls and thought about raising the alarm but then thought better of it. The prisoner probably didn't know that he knew the prisoner was loose. He activated his comm and tried to reach Chuka and Illya with their code phrase. "Anyone up for Krayt Dragon pearl next hunt?" If they heard it they would know it but he doubt they heard it, he knows his team has a habit of muting him. So it was likely up to Jace to be the hero.


He tried to think like the prisoner, who would probably be seeking their weapon so he thought he should wait in the armory for them. So he crept to the armory and locked the door behind him with a passcode. He then tried to reduce his force presence to just the inner area of this room through meditating on the floor. He could also feel the presence Whynn and how much to the dark side she was it was as he expected of the daughter of a Dark Council member, she was likely also a better fighter than loverboy.


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[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Mandalorian Ship





He chuckled at her response as she tried to pull him on to her. "Well I'm glad the painkiller is working." He let her start to pull him closer, and once he was close enough to touch his nose to hers he grinned. "If you were in better health, you could try and wrestle me out of them." Letting his weight press her into the bunk, the warrior whispered into her, just as he glanced up to see if the door were secured. When he caught a glimpse of a the lower portion of a bare leg, a female leg, slip past the door. "Isn't that the acquisition?" Starting to lift himself from her, when he heard Jace put the duress code over the com. "Ad be a kath hound!" (Son of a Kath hound!) He reached for her weapon, since it still had the tranqs, and handed it to her. He grinned and winked at her. "Maybe I'll get to play medical droid again later?"


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[folclor]

Mandalorian Ship





Illya grinned. "I'll wrestle you now. I can still beat you." She was about to start getting him out of his armor when he stopped and then Jace's signal came and she took her pistol from him. "Thanks. Yes, later I'll let you be my medical droid." Laughing, she began to sit up. "Did Jace really leave the acquisition so unguarded?"


---


Why'nn heard two people talking and began trying to decide where to go from here. More clothes wouldn't matter. It sounded like one of the two speaking was female. She could just take clothes from that one's stash. Her main mission right now was to get back to Connor and retrieve her weapon. A thought occurred to her. She could signal him with her holocommunicator! ...That was in pieces on the bedroom floor in Connor's ship. The girl swore under her breath and started moving.


Must be a ship meant for a smaller crew. It wouldn't have any smaller fighters so her only chance was to get to the cockpit. Looking about, she began to sneak toward the cockpit. Managing to slip in without anyone seeing her (she hoped) she locked the doors and put the two (unconscious? dead?) bodies against them, then sat down in the pilot's seat. She'd be no good against whoever it was if she didn't have any allies near.


Opening up the comms array to contact any and all Imperial comms near, she put out the call:


"Mayday, mayday! This is Sith Apprentice Why'nn, daughter of Dark Council member Darth Manara. I am in possession of an unknown vessel. Hostiles aboard. Transmitting coordinates now!"


She sent out her coordinates then noticed something strange. They were away from Felucia headed toward... Tatooine? And about halfway there. Unfortunately, she wasn't versed in this kind of ship so she was having trouble figuring out how to pilot it. She'd have to turn around somehow. The controls were so different from the ships she was used to, however, and it took her a moment to figure out how to stop movement.


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[Field Marshall]

Mandalorian Ship


Jace noticed her presence move towards the cockpit and sighed he should have locked the Bridge behind him. He looked to her saberstaff and decided it best if he got rid of the weapon before she could get it. He brought it to the garbage disposal and basically jettisoned the weapon into space. It was then he realised they were out of Hyperspace. "Today is so not my day!" Jace exclaimed racing to the sealed Bridge doors. He drew his Darksaber and stabbed the weapon into the Bridge doors and proceeded to cut a whole into them, he could have them replaced later but right now was an emergency. He quickly threw in a concussion grenade through the hole. He then focused on getting the doors opened using the force and his memory to locate and press the control button on the Bridge's doors. He marched looking imposing in his red and black Mandalorian armor. "Surrender!" was all Jace said he then threw a force push not at her but at the Hyperdrive level which sent the ship right back into Hyperspace.


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[Grammatic]

Manticore


"Play it again, captain." Standing next to one of the communication consoles, Darth Trakus listened as the garbled transmission was played again over the ships comm unit, then looking to the helms officer as the coordinates came through. Typing in the coordinates to his console, the officer turned and nodded to Darth Trakus, confirming he had the location. Nodding back, Darth Trakus moved forward in the bridge, standing next to the captain. "The moment we come out of hyperspace, we must be ready to disable the vessel." Nodding at the Darth's words, the captain turned to address the weapons officer...


Exiting hyperspace, the Harrower began immediate scans, expecting to find the fleeing vessel. Slamming his fist against the console in front of him, breaking it in the process, Darth Trakus quickly moved to the helmsman. Leaning forward, he looked at the screen as the helmsman frantically tried to find out what went wrong, when Darth Trakus waved his hand for him to stop. "Pull up a galactic map. Now, using the moon we were just on as a starting point, and this position as a midpoint, give me the most likely trajectory the ship will be following, as well as all possible planets within that course."


After several minutes of this process, Darth Trakus nodded as the list of locations came up. Several were of planets he had no memory of, others were of Imperial control, so not likely. However...Tatooine, if any world would give shelter to bounty hunters with a stolen sith,l that would be the world...


Moving to the comms station, he quickly input a secure pattern into the console, before sending a long range transmission. "This is Darth Trakus. I know we have not been formely introduced, but I have need of your blade. Criminals have kidnapped the daughter of Darth Manara, and I am currently in pursuit. I have a hunch that the kidnappers are going to Tatooine, so, I request you get there as soon as possible, and delay them until I arrive with reinforcements."


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[folclor]

Mandalorian Ship





Why'nn was disoriented by the grenade, but not as much as last time. As the ship went back into Hyperspace, Why'nn readied her knives and sprang seemingly at Jace. However, he was in armor and had the Darksaber and probably a few other weapons. The only way she'd stand a chance required her to get her saberstaff back.


She hit the wall and pushed off, aiming to slide between his legs as her knives were pointed upward. If they made it through the armor he would be having a very bad day.


---


Illya got up and glared at the commotion. "Do we really have to do everything around here?" she muttered to Chuka. She aimed at the acquisition and fired, but missed, shooting a tranq into the cockpit. Apparently, her aim was way off.


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[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Mandalorian Ship


The warrior chuckled at Illya's exasperation. "Looks that way." Most of his weapons were lethal in nature, with the exception of the couple of stun grenades he had on him. So as Illya took aim, fired, and missed (which given she was injured and on pain killers wasn't unexpected), he readied the two stun grenades.


"DRAL ORAR!" (BRIGHT THUNDER) Giving Illya and Jace a split second to brace and let them know what he was doing. Throwing the first one just as she fired, no delay, it would go off on impact. Why'nn would feel that just as she reached Jace's feet. Jace would be unaffected by the stun grenades if he was fully armoured. The second grenade he held for just a second longer then rolled it so it stop at the edge of cockpit door, then detonate. There would be an extremely small chance that the girl would be unaffected and not rendered temporarily incapacitated. Which would he long enough for either Jace or Illya to sedate her. Again.


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[Field Marshall]

Mandalorian Ship





Jace leapt over the girl just before she came sliding in let the knives glance off his thigh armor plates. He landed near the controls turned around and braced for the two stun grenades, he took advantage of the moment to use the force to pry the knives out of her possession and gave Illya the neccessary time to fire another tranquilizer. The knives would clatter harmless to the floor.


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[folclor]

Mandalorian Ship





Two grenades. Stun grenades. Her knives were torn for her hands. She'd held on so tightly that her hands were raw and bloodied. Had she not been disoriented, she would've let out a cry of frustration. As it was, she blinked rapidly, trying to regain her vision. She couldn't hear, either. Still, Why'nn attempted to crawl forward, wherever forward was.


Illya took her time, lining up her shot before she fired. The girl dropped. Illya sighed. "Okay, this time we change her, restrain her properly, and don't leave her unguarded. Jace, did she do anything besides bringing us out of hyperspace?"





@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Raikou Kaminari

 

[Field Marshall]

Mandalorian Ship



Two grenades. Stun grenades. Her knives were torn for her hands. She'd held on so tightly that her hands were raw and bloodied. Had she not been disoriented, she would've let out a cry of frustration. As it was, she blinked rapidly, trying to regain her vision. She couldn't hear, either. Still, Why'nn attempted to crawl forward, wherever forward was.


Illya took her time, lining up her shot before she fired. The girl dropped. Illya sighed. "Okay, this time we change her, restrain her properly, and don't leave her unguarded. Jace, did she do anything besides bringing us out of hyperspace?"





@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Raikou Kaminari

Mandalorian Ship





"I expect so, we can assume that the imperials after Rylos's betrayal know our ship's signature so our sudden resurgence and then disappearance would probably allow them to line us up to where we're going. Meaning if they weren't looking for us already now they are, look I doubt they are going to let this one slide. They'll likely send a sith and a powerful one, I will handle that but I may not survive. If I don't just make to Rylos dies painfully." Jace replied. He also surfed the comms logs and she did do an open broadcast.


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[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Mandalorian ship


Chuka was moving towards the girl as soon as he let the second grenade go. He was confident Illya would make this shot. Once he was over her, the warrior rolled her onto her stomach and with a couple of restraints secured her hands, palms out, behind her back. Even though she was in her under garments, not leaving many hiding places he did a search. This time coming up empty, though he would have Illya do another search just before they dressed her as the client wished.


Happy that the acquisition was secured, he kept one hand on her bound hands and one knee on her lower back, with most of his weight on it. Looking over his shoulder to Illya he asked. "Could you see if we have a neural inhibitor, just in case she comes round before we reach the client."


He looked to Jace at his proclamation of facing a Sith alone. Yes he was the only one who could use the force, but solo combat was dumb. "Haran nayc! We're stronger as a team. If they know where we're going, then we have the advantage of being able to set an ambush and accomplish the job. Sa a aliit!" (Hell no! As a family!)


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[hudhouse]

Manticore
"Play it again, captain." Standing next to one of the communication consoles, Darth Trakus listened as the garbled transmission was played again over the ships comm unit, then looking to the helms officer as the coordinates came through. Typing in the coordinates to his console, the officer turned and nodded to Darth Trakus, confirming he had the location. Nodding back, Darth Trakus moved forward in the bridge, standing next to the captain. "The moment we come out of hyperspace, we must be ready to disable the vessel." Nodding at the Darth's words, the captain turned to address the weapons officer...


Exiting hyperspace, the Harrower began immediate scans, expecting to find the fleeing vessel. Slamming his fist against the console in front of him, breaking it in the process, Darth Trakus quickly moved to the helmsman. Leaning forward, he looked at the screen as the helmsman frantically tried to find out what went wrong, when Darth Trakus waved his hand for him to stop. "Pull up a galactic map. Now, using the moon we were just on as a starting point, and this position as a midpoint, give me the most likely trajectory the ship will be following, as well as all possible planets within that course."


After several minutes of this process, Darth Trakus nodded as the list of locations came up. Several were of planets he had no memory of, others were of Imperial control, so not likely. However...Tatooine, if any world would give shelter to bounty hunters with a stolen sith,l that would be the world...


Moving to the comms station, he quickly input a secure pattern into the console, before sending a long range transmission. "This is Darth Trakus. I know we have not been formely introduced, but I have need of your blade. Criminals have kidnapped the daughter of Darth Manara, and I am currently in pursuit. I have a hunch that the kidnappers are going to Tatooine, so, I request you get there as soon as possible, and delay them until I arrive with reinforcements."


@hudhouse

Hyperspace


Tyran's computer began to compute the message, realizing just how extreme the situation was. The computer sent back a message, replying with, "Requiring name of Targets and or pictures...." Tyran's ship zoomed back to Tatooine, the ship adding the finishing details to Tyran's new armor and lightsaber. He would reach super levels of strength and height! Tyran's throat was cut open and inserted with several nutrient pills. The bed above Tyran would fire out intense light to begin photosynthesis within the body of the Sith...

 

[Grammatic]

Manticore-Hyperspace


As the message came through, Darth Trakus smiled. This warrior was strong enough to delay the targets, or even defeat them on his own. "Send all available information on the targets, including pictures of Darth Manara's daughter, and the data we picked up on their ship. Hopefully, it will be enough." Nodding, the comms officer quickly began sending the second transmission, while Darth Trakus turned and headed down towards the hangar. The moment they exited hyperspace, he wanted to have transports in the air. With him on one of them.


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