Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

Mandalorian Ship/Hyperspace


@folclor


Nodding as she moved following her to the weapons locker that severed as the armory. "Aye. Dead. Much easier that way." The larger warrior had already restocked his normal gear, but heading there would be rancors he looked around thoughtfully. "Maybe we should each carry a rocket launcher with one extra rocket?" He remembered facing one once before and sorely wished for a rocket then. 


Arming up and talking about anything else cleared his mind, but part of him couldn't help but feel protective of her. He shook his head and swapped out one stun and one breaching grenade for two more thermal detonators. "I think I'll bring my new favorite friend as well." Referring to the grenade launcher that he had been making much use of lately. 
 
NAR SHADDAA
Maljin stared at Nikal, contemplating what was asked of him. Nikal felt perhaps something was off, but he was too unfamiliar with the Hutts in person that he couldn't tell.


"Risky move, Human, attempting to bite the hand that feeds you."


Maljin made a motion towards a different guard and Nikal soft-gripped the Heavy Blaster hidden in his waistband. He wasn't ready for this to go wrong, especially since there were more unanswered questions from the entire trip, but he at least planned on making it out alive. However, he was caught unprepared as the guard handed him a few hundred extra credits.


"But, unlike others I do appreciate good service. The package arrived far earlier than anticipated, and for that I am happy. Take these for your efforts."


Nikal eyed the Hutt for a moment before switching to the guard, and then finally reaching his empty hand towards the credits and gripping the blaster with the other. 'It can't be this easy, right?' went through his head, but it was reaffirmed that it was that easy as the guard let go of the credits and Maljin made a motion towards the door, signaling Nikal was free to go. 'Just like that? Is today my lucky day?'. He didn't stop to ponder too much as he once more quickly bowed awkwardly before turning and leaving the room. There were no guards escorting him this time, which made him relieved yet nervous. He took the opportunity to look lost so he could wander around the floor a bit, peering into a few open doors and taking notes of the Hutts' business that he could see.


After getting bored of walking around and feeling he had memorized every notable detail, he finally headed towards the elevator. Beside the elevator, he noticed a slightly ajar door that wasn't like that earlier. Forcing himself against the wall like someone's shadow, he made his way to the door. Behind it stood the Kel Dor Dark Jedi from earlier. 'Damn Hutts don't know how to pay proper for a wanted head.' He didn't know if he had been spotted yet, but he didn't wanna take the risk and decided to mask his thoughts as a bounty hunter while attempting to eavesdrop. 
 
9Nar Shaddaa


Zac sat in a his wan shen wrapped up and he himself was in a long robe he sat there with two other matukai these were his current traveling companions. It was his master a rather large individual taking up half of the booth, and his master's second student a young boy maybe half a standard decade younger at least. But Zac wasn't paying attention to them he was leaning back listening to a drunken conversation in the neighboring booth.


"I tell you it's true, heard the little birdie's report from Tattooine m'self the sith are fighting each other and boy did they tear the place apart. A lot of crime lords had merchandise they were selling there, their business slowed down or destroyed by that fight. Now word's getting around about the whole thing, the boss says he was expecting it for some time for something like this to happen. He said war is often bad for business but if he plays it right he can use it to take over the game. We're gonna be rich!" exclaimed a patron. From the sound of it he was likely under the employment of a clime lord, black market merchant, or most likely a slaver. 


Zac listened in on this news and saw opportunity in it as well but not to get rich but to get rid of the Sith Empire or at least help things along. Like any empire infighting and civil wars would destabilize it, the real war is inevitable when the Empire and the Republic go at it again. But till then he can do his part in sticking it to the Sith not for the Republic but for all those caught in their mess. At least under Republic rule things weren't as bad. As he was thinking this he noticed his master looking at him with a knowing expression. 


"This is something I have to do." Zac said already knowing what his master was going to say. "Our people are nomads but were also warriors, the whole galaxy is our home right now our home is in shambles. It's about time someone did something about it." Zac stood up from and begin to leave the booth. "Don't wait for me." he said. He grabbed his wrapped up wan shen and placed it in the strap sheath on his back. As he walked he looked back eyeing the patron who had spilled the beans a little too loudly, he saw the man was in fact a zygerrian. Zac was right definitely slaver, no surprise considering how big the sith are on slavery. He exited the bar throwing away the robe and undoing the wrappings on his wan shen. He had mission and he intended to carry it out.


@TwystedPhoenix
 
Korriban


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


The door closed behind them and Manara returned to her desk.  It had to be Delrick, but doubt played on the edge of her mind.  Did it have to be Delrick because she needed it to be him or because it actually was?  She considered her options, looking him over, waiting for him to make a mistake.  It had to be Delrick!  After several minutes, it seemed she might simply be wrong, though she couldn't recall ever hearing of a Mikel Nurn.  Those minutes had allowed her to keep the tears at bay, though anger shook her voice as she spoke.


"A Sith Lord, Darth Nah-Iblen, has gone rogue.  He's stolen my daughter and I believe he's hiding on his home world of Dathomir."  The room dropped several degrees as her eyes narrowed, lightning crackling up her arms.  "We're going to kill the bastard and get her back."


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Mandalorian Ship/Hyperspace


Illya smiled at his choices.  "Yeah, rocket launchers all around!"  She made sure to procure one, along with an extra rocket.  "And then, once we start on this, we start hunting down that ver'verd Ryols." (mercenary)  There was a strange anger mixed with glee at the prospect and she glared at the weapons she was preparing.  The betrayal was still fresh and no amount of private time with Chuka could fix it, unfortunately.
 
 Korriban


@folclor


Delrick stood casually, watching Manara circle him and move behind her desk. 'Still keeping your emotions on your sleeve I see.'  Staying in character, Mikel Nurn crossed his arms over his chest nodding his head. "I see my Lord. I do not recall seeing or hearing anything about a council members daughter being taken in the official channels." The heavy voice modulation echoing in the room for only the briefest of moments.  He could feel the shift in her mood as manifested by the temperature change. "If that is the will of the council, I am obliged to help you." Mikel bowed his head slightly, his posture indicating an almost bored acceptance of the situation. 


Mandalorian Ship/Hyperspace


Chuka nodded aas swapped out the grenades that had been left on the bandolier and in the grenade launcher with all thermal detonators. The older warrior could hear the smile in her voice as she grabbed the rocket launcher. "An acquisition I'd gladly hunt for free."  Chuka looked around the cargo bay. "Ru'kir vi ulik his kov'nyn? Guuror a krayt dragon?" (Should we mount his head? Like a Krayt Dragon?) Moving to grab a rocket launcher. 
 
Korriban


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


"And you won't.  This isn't a matter for the rest of the council."  She wouldn't involve the others.  They would see this as a weakness and attempt a power grab.  This was not the time for such foolishness.  "We are leaving immediately.  I trust you have your own transportation?"  Manara truly wanted to rip something apart and was barely holding that inclination in.  As soon as this agent left, she'd destroy what was left of her desk, and likely much of the rest of her furniture.


Mandalorian Ship/Hyperspace


Illya's expression soured.  "Ibac's too jate par te merc." (That's too good for the merc.)  Her equipment readied, she sighed and crossed her arms.  "Could just feed him to a rancor or something...  I bet Jace would've liked his head on a platter but somehow I feel like the kid's dead."  Another sigh, a shake of the head.  "At least we still got each other."
 
Dromound Kaas


Standing quietly in the corner, Darth Trakus looked around him in wonder, watching as thousands of Imperial workers moved back and forth around him, carrying out countless tasks that kept the Empire running. Sitting on a nearby crate, Tall'a was busy holding her recently painted nails up to the light, turning them this way and that, and Trakus could only grunt. Ever since Tall'a had learned the finer points of being a free woman, Trakus had been shocked to see the sheer amount of items she purchased from the countless shops in Kaas City. Her current selection had her nails pitch black, a final choice Trakus hoped. Hearing his voice being called, he turned to see a servant approaching, who quickly bowed, before turning to lead Trakus and Tall'a through the crowd towards a massive set of doors, guarded by dozens of troopers and Sith warriors. 


Walking forward, Trakus swallowed dryly, the nerves finally getting to him, as he was so close...
 
 Korriban


@folclor


Mikel nodded and smirked behind his mask. "Yes my Lord." Inclining his head towards her. "I do. But before I go, there is some information I believe you will want to hear." Delrick watched her closely, his arms still casually folded over his chest. "It's in regards to location of a Master Delrick Karrim." There was a shift in his stance, as if the imperial agent was relishing the information he was about to reveal. 


Mandalorian Ship/Hyperspace


Chuka nodded slowly, agreeing with her as he loaded and then secured the launcher and spare rocket to his back. "You're right. Feeding him one limb at a time to a rancor is much better." Her chuckled a little at the thought of the grandiose notion of a head on a platter. "Vi ganar solus ashi. Ratiin." (We have each other. Always.) He meant what he said.  "Vi oya'karir!" (We hunt!) As picked up his assault rifle and loaded a fresh magazine into it.
 
Korriban


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Manara, having gotten to her feet in preparation for the anger she would release after Nurn's exit, felt icy shock run through her veins.  The anger began to freeze as she turned her eyes fully upon him.  Her mouth was dry.  Location?  So her daughter had been correct.  Delrick was alive?  Then why hadn't he come?  Questions flooded her mind, but she attempted to keep her exterior calm, knowing that the Imperial agent either didn't understand the significance of that name or was simply doing his job.  No need to needlessly attack.  ...Unless she heard something she disliked.  "Yes?"


Mandalorian Ship/Hyperspace


Illya smirked.  "So we're in full armor, maybe an hour away or so...  Where you think the acquisition's hiding?  I hope it's not a huge runaround.  Remember that Alderaan hunt?  It took forever!  And the bickering nobles didn't help.  I mean, really, who would want to live on a planet full of people that stuck up?"
 
Korriban


@folclor


Behind his mask a hint of s smile slowly formed, watching the shift I emotions play across the Sith's face. Despite her best efforts to hide them, he knew her to well to not see her tells; not to mention being able to sense her storm of feelings through the force. "My Lord, the last confirmed report that imperial intelligence got on his location was, that wonderful vacation spot of Hoth." The imperial agent looked around the office, as if ensuring no one else was around, as he took a step closer, but remained a respectful distance from the edge of her desk. "But when I traveled there to update and verify the report, which was a few years old, I discovered he had left. Recently I might add." The man stepped one stride closer to the edge of her desk, his hands reaching up to lift his goggles. "After a brief search I traced his path to Korriban. To this very training site." With the goggles sitting on his forehead, his storm grey-blue eyes looking at her. His hands moved to remove the mask covering his face. There was a slow hissing sound of pressure being released. "After a brief search I traced his path to Korriban. To this very training site." The mask hanging from the neck strap to rest on his chest. The faintest hint of a smile played across his face, she would still not feel him in the force, but the scars upon his face, that were given to him the night she killed him, would be instantly recognizable.  "I stand before you now, Manara." He would be ready for an onslaught, whether it be a physical assault, Force Lightning, or an emotional one. 


Mandalorian Ship/Hyperspace


Chuka laughed at the memory of that convoluted hunt. "That was terrible, and it kept raining! No, I don't think this will be like that." Shaking his helmed head, he set the rifle on the cargo box. "This mark knows they're worth something. They'll be trying to lay low, in the swamps." He tilted his head trying to recall something.  "Might even be trying to blend in with the locals, witches I think." He shrugged. "I have no idea how anyone can live with such arrogance that those nobles had."
 
Korriban


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Should she hit him?  Hug him?  Burst into tears?  She had so many conflicting feelings!  Eventually, a combination formed and she took a step forward, her open hand collided with his cheek, leaving a bright red mark.  Almost immediately after, she wrapped her arms around him, beginning to sob.  "Where were you?!  I understand being afraid of me, but you abandoned your daughter!  Do you know how much she acts out without you?  And how dare you come in disguise!  What?  Did you think I was baiting you?  You know I'd never use my own daughter as bait!"  The words were rapid and angry, likely something she'd thought since Why'nn brought evidence he was still alive.  "Even if you were afraid of me, even if you care about me like she claims you still do, how could you do this to her?  To us?"


Mandalorian Ship/Hyperspace


Illya shook her head and groaned.  "Seriously, can we just blow up Alderaan?"  The idea of dealing with 'witches' wasn't her cup of tea, either.  Hopefully they'd be at Dathomir soon.  She needed to fill something with holes.  "I almost hope we come across one rancor.  I'd enjoy blowing its head off."
 
Korriban


@folclor


Delrick stood still and closed his eyes and let out a slow breath as her hand came towards his face. The strike stung and turned his head slightly but as soon as her arms were around him, the former Jedi leaned his head into her and pulled her close. His arms holding the Sith just under her arms and wrapped around to her back. "I never abandoned anyone. You killed me, in front of our daughter." He spoke calmly, rubbing her back gently. "She gets that from your side after all. All that unchecked passion." Delrick held the Sith tight, squeezing her in a loving embrace, then held her at an arms length. "I did it so I could teach her. Show her how attachment could be cause pain." Kissing her forehead. "And how it can be a strength when reformed. You gave me a way to do that."


Mandalorian Ship/Hyperspace


Chuka let out a full laugh. "Oh! If only we could. But think of the loss of lucrative business deals. But I would love to see it happen." Shaking his head as he moved to the comm panel. "What's our ETA to Dathomir?" Asking the pilot, after a brief pause he got a reply. "We'll be exciting hyperspace shortly, and dirt side, if you can call it dirt, in about half standard hour." As the pilot finished Chuka nodded and rolled his neck, a quick series of cracks could be heard. "Finally. You wanna take point this time? I'll be ready to drop if the acquisition runs." He could sense her eagerness to kill something. 
 
Korriban


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Her open palm struck his cheek a second time.  "I killed you because you lied to us!  And apparently I didn't kill you, did I?  You're here.  You're not a ghost.  And what gives you the right to waltz back in now?  Why did you give her those disks in the first place?  Yes, I know about them.  Trying to subvert me?  You know what will happen to her if anyone thinks she's practicing Jedi teachings!  I can only protect her so much."  But here he was anyway, acting like he always did.  It was like he'd never left.  A flicker of a thought went through her mind: that if she killed him now he'd truly be gone.  That would teach him for abandoning them.  No.  Manara knew she wouldn't (possibly couldn't) do that.


Passions entwined within her and she shot forward, leaning up and kissing him deeply.  Yes.  She did still love this man, even after all he'd done to her.  Oh, she would kill him again if he ever stepped over his bounds, but for now that didn't matter.  She pulled back.  "We have to go.  She's in trouble, I know it.  You should see the way that scum looks at her.  It's sickening."


Mandalorian Ship/Hyperspace


"Point?  Yes, please!"  Illya grinned.  "Well, I mean... there are other places with lucrative bounties.  Let's be honest, here."  She chuckled as they prepared for the exit and the landing.  "Eh, not like we'd ever use a planet-destroying weapon, anyway.  I'm sure one could be made, but...  That sounds like a Sith thing."
 
 Korriban


@folclor


The second slap wasn't unwarranted, but he was surprised by it. Blinking several times he shook his head. "I didn't lie to you. I never said I was a Jedi so you wouldn't be hurt or be forced to do something that would utterly break you." Looking her in the eye as he continued, speaking forcefully and calmly. "What gives me the...? You called to me. You invited me here, even though you DoD not believe me to be alive." His features serious and his eyes piercing. "I do not subvert. She needed guidance in her lightsaber forms, I knew she would take up a form similar to mine, despite your attempts to the contrary. As for the other lessons..." His head lowered slightly to press his nose to hers. "Just because it is not Sith, does not make it Jedi. Both sides seem to think and deal in absolutes. The Force does not choose sides, it merely is." His tone was firm and calm, he had always been able to exude calm. Even when she was yelling and storming and smashing everything in the room, he remained calm. Which probably drove her a little mad, and possibly why he did it. There had only been a few times when his anger won out. It would have done a Sith Lord proud. 


Delrick leaned into the kiss, returning the passion he got. All of the old feelings he'd been hiding from himself rose back to the surface. For a brief moment it was if time had not passed. But when the kiss broke, so did the fragile moment of history. Smiling as she stepped back he pulled his goggles back down. "And I thought a powerful Sith Lord would just who you'd want to take an interest in Why'nn." The former Jedi master knew those words would sting, so he braced for an outburst, ready to counter her. 


Mandalorian Ship/Hyperspace


Chuka nodded as he moved back to her side, picking up his rifle. Glad Illya was eager to kick the acquisition's teeth in. "True, on both. We'll let the world ending weapons be made by the insane. There's no honor in it." As was his habit the warrior tried to slot the rifle onto his back, but remembered it was full at the moment with his dual-bladed sword, rocket launcher and spare rocket. So he grabbed a sling from the cabinet, clipped to the rifle and slung it to his left side. 


Feeling the ship lurch as it exited hyperspace and entered the gravity well of the planet, he gripped the cargo box. "Alright, we'll be landing soon, I'm gonna go prep the drop pods in case I need it." Tapping his head helmet to hers as he passed. 
 
Korriban


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Manara glared as he responded.  However, the continued affection seemed to calm the anger a bit and, as he returned her passion, she felt her feelings for him swell.  As he pulled his goggles down and spoke that sentiment her anger jumped up again.


"Powerful?!  He's traitor and a sadist!  He looks at her like a slaver looks at a young girl!  He had her thinking he was her master!  As if I'd ever let a perverted bastard like that be her master!  And she told him when to run!  Can you believe that?  How has he inspired so much loyalty from her?  He's a torturer!  I never wanted her to be that."  She shook, but didn't strike out at him just yet.  But, as the last words were out of her mouth, she remembered her reaction to her daughter's deed and the tears started falling again.  The Sith Lord could not look at her former lover.  "For once I was too harsh on her.  I punished her for the first time because of him.  I called her stupid, told her she was a traitor.  I choked her."  They fell faster and she let out a sob.  "She almost killed herself because of me.  This is my fault.  We have to save her."


Mandalorian Ship


Illya blushed once more at his affection but readied herself.  She'd be out soon, on the hunt for their acquisition.  Hopefully it wouldn't be too hard of a job.  The least they could do was have some mindless fun at the end, though.  The Mandalorian warrior stood straight and waited for landfall.
 
Korriban


@folclor


Once his goggles in place his hands began lifting his mask into place, as she was ranting the mask formed its seal with a short hiss, once again modulating his voice heavily. "He sounds like he's bucking to rule the council rather then sit on it." Rolling his neck and shoulders before adding. "He's a manipulator. He knows how to get inside someone's head." Though the thought of him teaching and touching his daughter raised his ire. His jaw was set in a grim and determined fashion. 


Delrick stepped forward and gripped the sobbing women's shoulders firmly. "Manara! You acted as a Sith Lord should! While I do not approve of it, you acted as you saw fit, your anger fueling you." He shook her a little to help snap her out of it. "Pull yourself together, lead your troops and help me save her. Unless you would prefer to stay here and wallow in your self pity as remorse." This Delrick knew would fly in her face, but he would rather have an angry Sith rather then a sad failing mother. 


Mandalorian Ship/Hyperspace/Dathomir


The ship flashed into existence above the red planet. Using the information from the bounty notice and what they had been able to pull from other sources, the pilots had a good idea as to the location of the acquisition. "If you wanna jump we'll be over the target area in five mikes, if not we'll be skids down in eight." The pilot called over the comlink to Illya. 


Chuka was strapping himself into the orbital drop pod. "I'll be able to monitor from here and if the acquisition runs or you need back-up I'll be planet side in two minutes. But what I wouldn't give for a Bes'uliik though." (Basilisk War Droid) The last part was said quietly to himself, but over the comlink Illya would be able to hear it. 
 
Korriban


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @HK Fifty


As he shook her, her instincts took over and she swung with her cybernetic arm, aiming to punch him in the gut.  She broke out of his hold and glared at him.  "Never say that to me again."  Self pity?  As if!  She whirled, storming out of her office.  She signaled to one of her guards.  "Find that sniveling droid and Commander Forge.  We leave immediately."


Her steps were quick as she headed for her ship.  It was time to go.  It was time to save her daughter.  The glare did not leave her expression.  The guard quickly left and her troops were ready to follow her.  Boarding her ship, she prepared for take off.


Mandalorian Ship/Dathomir


"No need to set down."  She prepared for the jump.  As soon as she received the signal, she jumped from the back of the cargo bay, activating her jet pack to cover the extra clicks to the acquisition's location.


The swamp planet was definitely one of her least favorite.  She frowned at the mess of trees as she landed.  Her feet touched down and immediately sank to her ankles.  "Well... Not the worst swamp I've been to."  She shook her head and began walking, drawing out her rifle as she watched her surroundings carefully.  "And, yeah, a Besuliik would be pretty good right about now..."


Dathomir


@TommyGun15


"Master, the signature from Tatooine is on planet, but it doesn't look like they're headed to this location.  Could just be a coincidence.  The other one is in orbit and I don't trust it..."  Sanguina watched the display, worry coloring her expression.  "I guess it's starting.  ...Do we really have to do this?"
 
Dathomir


@folclor


Nah-Iblen turned to Sanguina and looked her in the eye.


"Sanguina my dear...  You and I both know this is the only way.  Trust me.  Trust the Force.  And do what must be done."
 
Korriban 


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @folclor


Luckily for HK-50-01 , the Commander Forge had discovered him in one of the Sith Academy's corridors. The Chiss wasn't quite as assuring as Why'nn - and there was more he wished to tell the Commander - but he was able reassure the assassin droid to where he wasn't a mess of confusion when the emissary from his mistress arrived. M-mistress is going? I-I thought it wou-would just be me and Forge and a legion! Still , he did as his Mistress commanded and shortly found himself aboard Manara's customized Fury-class interceptor.


As he boarded he did notice there was someone he didn't recognize , some sort of Agent by the looks of it. If mistress has him along he must be proficient in combat or Intellegence... Remembering the level of Displeasure his Mistress had already displayed , he decided to wait until she required him to report to her. She had probably already seen him enter on the security system's cameras , anyway. 
 
The powerful engines of the D5-Mantis roared as Errin pulled at the clutch frantically, attempting to out-maneuver the proton missiles that were tailing him closer every time. At the moment, he wasn't exactly sure about how he had acquired the ultra rare picket ship, but he knew that its controls were in his hands and that it wasn't exactly in the best shape, two variables he would have never wanted to coincide for one reason: he was a horrible pilot. He jerked the stick back, then pushed it forward as hard as he could, pitching the nose of the large patrol craft down, directly towards the surface of the planet below him. "Fierfek!" (Damn!) He yelled out as the G's began to increase in the cockpit. Behind him, two unconscious members of the original crew bashed against a durasteel panel. Despite being absolutely terrorized, Errin let out a loud cackle. 


At the last possible moment and with some calculations done by the barely-functional navicomputer, Errin pulled the control stick with all the strength he could muster, nearly breaking it. The ship lurched and against all prognostics, the nose pitched upwards and soared through the sky at an incredible speed for such a bulky ship. In the rear-view cameras, Errin saw a patch of the planets surface erupt into two balls of red and orange fire, and the urge to wipe the sweat off his brow came to him suddenly, incapable of doing so because of his helmet. Relief flooded his being, but he soon remembered that yet another threat was behind him: the fighter who had fired the tracking missiles in the first place. 


It was a fast bugger, but Errin caught the thing in the corner of his eye, quickly switching on the targeting computer to autofire. It would take a few minutes before it got a signal from the ship and managed to lock on, and maybe even some more due to the state the craft was in. "Come on, you di'kutla (idiotic) machine! Do your damn job!" he yelled at the control panel. He instantly wondered if the ship had heard him because the targeting system came online immediately and he heard the attack foils screech into position, the large cannons aiming at the small fighter. Errin smiled to himself. "Jate adiik (Good kid)" he said, once again in mandalorian. However, the targeting system needed him to have the fighter in sight so that it could get a proper lock and fire. Though once it was locked, there was no getting away from it unless you were a damn good pilot, as far as Errin knew. He jolted the control stick back, once more making the ship pitch its nose backwards, and right in front of his eyes was the fighter. Their distance, however, did not give the aiming system enough time to get a proper lock, so the fast Liberator class starfighter - most probably stolen - zoomed past Errins view. The bounty hunter cursed and fumbled the controls to get the much larger - and slower - patrol ship to turn around. Eventually he did, but the Liberator was already on another attack run. 


This time, however, the ship was right in his sights and far away enough for the computer to get a good lock before the fighter pilot had a chance to figure out what was happening. "Target lock acquired." appeared on the viewport and Errin grinned once more, squeezing the red button located on the top of the control stick with his thumb.


He heard three loud burps as the powerful cannons fired and three large plasma bolts - proper of a larger ships cannons - fired off from the D5-Mantis, colliding with the Liberator. The small starfighter was immediately engulfed in bright orange flames and ceased to exist, the pilot along with it. Errin celebrated briefly, throwing his fist in the air. "And stay down!" he yelled, laughing in excitement. However, he quickly realized that he didn't have much time to celebrate. The onboard navicomputer showed four red blips on the screen, and Errin gritted his teeth in realization that, by himself, he was no match for the faster and more agile fighters which outnumbered him. Once more, he pulled on the control lever, pitching the crafts nose upwards and throttling it to the maximum, hoping to at least reach the planets orbit before the fighters reached him. 


Once he reached the planets orbit, he frantically began looking for the ships hyperspace controls. As a patrol ship, he knew it had to have some. As he searched, he found the ship was somewhat low on fuel, and realized that he'd have to ditch it soon. It was too big for his taste, anyway. 


Finally, after looking through the whole control panel, he found a set of buttons he recognized, and he began to push them in sequences, hoping that they were the ships hyperspace coordinate controls. Indeed they were, but he found there was already a coordinate on the ship, somehow. He had no idea what sector or system the coordinates belonged to, but he figured it would be better than where he was: the blips on his navicomputer were getting dangerously close. He closed his eyes and let out a long breath, pressing down the button and pushing the hyperspace lever forward. Seeing the stretching stars in the viewport always made him a little queasy. He suddenly felt the ship lurch forward as it entered hyperspace and after a while, he opened his eyes once more when he felt the ship return to its normal speed.


The sight that greeted him was not one he had seen before. He attempted to sort through his mind what the planet he was looking at could be, but he really couldn't find anything in his memories, or even when he recalled his mentor and fathers teachings. It was a red planet, as there were many in the galaxy. But this one gave Errin a bad feeling, as if something was... off with it. he searched through the navicomputer, wondering if he could find any hints as to what the planet was, when he finally found the hyperspace travel display. There were figures all over the place and some other things that Errin didn't catch, but in clear basic was written a name, the name of the planet that belonged to the coordinates: Dathomir. 
 
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Korriban


@folclor @HK Fifty


Beneath his mask Delrick smirked, glad to see her back up, the anger rolling off of her was palatable. "Yes, my Lord." He turned and followed her out, watching the underling scramble to follow her orders. As he passed T7 Delrick tapped on his cranial. "We're leaving." He didn't break stride, knowing the sassy droid would follow, sooner rather then later he knew. 


The imperial agent kept pace with Manara until she boarded her ship, it was then he broke off and deactivated the security and walked up the boarding ramp. Sealing the outer hatch and airlock once T7 was on board. "Ini, we're taking off, destination Dathomir." Ini was in the cargo bay, pulling a few more parts for the missile launchers, having finished the chairs shortly after landing. The old master shrugged and went back to work.


He would change once they were in hyperspace, for now he quickly made his way to the bridge and began the takeoff sequence, then beginning the calculations for the jump to Dathomir. 


Mandalorian Ship/Dathomir Orbit





 





Strapped into the snug drop pod the Mandalorian smirked at the commentary coming form his equal. "We'll save up for two, how about that?" He felt the ship accelerate and then settle out. Sitting in the cramped pod, brought back familiar memories from his time in the military and his special forces unit. 





A proximity alert jogged him back to the present. "Talk to me. What's going on out there?" He used the pilot comlink rather then Illya's encrypted one. "A Mantis class picket just jumped in, not broadcasting any Mandalorian ID." Chuka raised an eyebrow and tapped the control stick. "Hail them, see if they're on a hunt. And warm up weapons just in case." "Rog'o." The pilot replied, before hailing the D-5. 





 





"Tion'ad cuyir gar? Pehea cuyir gar oya'karir?" (Who are you? How is your hunt?) The co-pilot had brought the weapons online and had lined up the ship for a quick firing solution, without actively using the targeting system, so the other ship wouldn't suspect anything. 





 





Over Illya's encrypted comlink spoke. "Mantis just jumped into orbit, might be just another hunter, but might not. We'll check things out up here." It was better to keep her informed then in the dark. 
 
Korriban/Hypserspace


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @HK Fifty


Manara stood on the bridge, arms crossed, glaring forward as her minions rushed around her, preparing everything needed.  In just a few minutes, her fleet rose into the skies and exited Korriban's atmosphere.  Not long after that, they entered hyperspace.


"Droid, come here," the Sith Lord demanded over a comlink.  She saw her pathetic possession board.  He needed to know his place before they got to the planet, before they attacked the traitor.  Manara's past had been one betrayal after another and she would not let this one take her daughter from her.


Not far from her, Connor leaned against the wall, observing.


Dathomir


"Thanks for the warning," Illya replied.  As she ventured deeper into the forest, she caught the trail of the Echani woman.  "Shouldn't be too long."  She shot forward, tearing after the slicer.  Her activity would give her away, but she didn't mind.  After all, she wanted a fight.
 
Korriban/hyperspace


@folclor


HK-50-01 felt the ship break atmosphere before jumping to hyperspace. The process , as always , took a few minutes - probably due to there being a large fleet - and his Mistress hadn't called for him during that time. For a moment he thought she had decided to leave him in peace , which made him rather happy.. Until her voice came through his built-in Comlink. Merely hearing the order given as forcefully as it had been caused him to shudder , but nevertheless he complied. H-Hopefully she is-isn't in the torturing mood...


In a few moment he arrived on the bridge , keeping his gaze - and the rest of his cranial unit - lowered as a sign of deference. Oh-One trembled slightly as he spoke , but otherwise he tried to maintain what little composure he possessed around Manara. "Query/Supplication : What d-do you require of y-your droid , most glorious and powerful Mis-mistress?"


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Korriban/Hyperspace 


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


T7-V8 hadn't surveyed anything , but then again he wasn't particularly looking. No , instead he was in a standby mode , waiting until his Master called for him. This was his idea anyway. If it were up to me we'd be doing none of this - no , we'd be fixing the ship as out top priority. And we'd be having plenty of breaks , too.


Delrick probably wouldn't have much cared - as it was a common occurrence - but a surly whistle came from T7 as he was tapped , approximating a curse. The tone - and the fact that he was alive - implied that he meant to be going as soon as possible , so the Astromech rolled along after his Master and quickly entrees the ship. If I wasn't ordered to do anything , I don't have to.. Right? I'll wait until he asks me for assistance.. So instead he went to the main hold and plugged into the charging station , alert enough to be able to respond to direct orders.
 
DATHOMIR ORBIT / MANTIS PATROL SHIP


"Dathomir, Dathomir..." Errin repeated to himself, trying to recall any information that he had on the planet. His mentor and adoptive father, Ryoh, had made sure Errin received all the information the former had managed to acquire in all his jobs and voyages throughout the galaxy. So far, Errin could only come up with one bit of information on the red, swamp planet: "Witches. Oh fierfek (damn) this isn't good." He looked behind him and saw that the two former crew-members of the picket craft - who he had knocked unconscious in his flight from persecution - were not moving one bit, and it didn't even seem like they were breathing. "Osik (crap), I don't even have a potential crew anymore. This situation is just getting worse and worse." a frown formed under the beskar T-visor helmet.


Suddenly, one of the many lights on the control panel blinked to life and he could begin to hear a faint beeping sound. He found this light belonged to the communications array, and the display told him that it was another ship attempting to establish contact with him. Errin swallowed audibly, and he decided to play the message. Its not like I'm in the best of shape to fight right now, not in this rusty thing, he thought to himself. He pressed the display, at which point the ships loudspeakers relayed the incoming transmission: "Tion'ad cuyir gar? Pehea cuyir gar oya'karir?" (Who are you? How is your hunt?) 


Errin released a small breath of surprise as he heard mando'a. Must be other bounty hunters. Either I'm really lucky, or I'm in for a really nasty ride. After quickly assessing his situation, he found he was in a clear disadvantage. I have no crew, I have a beat up patrol ship and I don't know where they are. Ni ganar nayc balace, I may as well talk to them. (I have no opportunities) He quickly searched for the relay button, and began recording his answer to the unknown mandalorian vessel: "Ni cuy' beroya, a Ni ganar nayc oya'karir" (I am a bounty hunter, but I have no hunt) He said, truthfully. At first, he had thought of lying and saying that his hunt was going well. However, he quickly realized that the message could very easily be misinterpreted and he would be flying through the emptiness of space without any ship at all. 


Although he was positive he wouldn't survive an encounter with a fully crewed ship, he warmed up the plasma cannons, preparing for a fight at any moment.


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna
 
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Dathomir Orbit/Sith Warship Escape Pod


HK-51 stared out the vertical window of the escape pod. In front of him was Dathomir, a planet which would soon unravel the plots of many beings tied together by the mysterious and eternal weave of the force. Sometimes, when he had days of down time between contracts, HK would use his cognitive functions to attempt to understand the force. Unfortunately for him, he could only look through the lens of a constructed intelligence, it was as if he were walking on the bottom of the ocean, but the water merely parted in a sphere around him instead of enveloping him. This truth came with benefits and challenges. It gave him the perspective of an outsider. Organic beings were inevitably trapped in the force, contributing to its flow and suffering from its infinite connection to itself. He was an observer from the outside, watching all of the organics flail about and struggle with or against one another. He could witness the effects of the force, he could contribute to the force through the alteration of the organics within it, but he could not feel the force, he was not a piece of it like the organics were. It was this single aspect of 'life' that HK-51 envied. Not because he didn't enjoy being a droid, not because he felt organic life was superior to mechanical life, but because organics could experience something he could not, no matter what he did.


Laying across his lap was an ultimate tool of force alteration, his modified E-90 blaster sniper rifle. His body was outfitted with double bandoliers and an XL utility/combat belt. He carried on his person dozens of sniper cartridges, at least one dozen grenades of various varieties, an extendable vibroblade built into both of his wrists, built-in smoke launchers were fully activated and at ready, a personal Verpine shield generator, one amplified sonic blaster and one Mandalorian Disintigrator, a bothan droid disruptor magnetically clung to the wall of the escape pod. He was in field combat mode, all aspects of his 'loud' battle system were activated or at the ready. All things considered, he looked like more of a walking tank than a protocol droid. It was on Dathomir he would finish the forsaken contract he accepted from Darth Trakus, ending the life of the Sith Manara. He knew his presence could never be sensed in the force, but sometimes he would fantasize that his soon-to-be victims could sense his intent through the force. He hoped that in the microseconds before their deaths, they realized what perfect artistry they contributed to with their deaths. They were sacrifices for something greater, for the spectacle of assassination and all it had to offer for the galaxy.


The droid knew that it wouldn't be a good idea to try to pilot his own way to Dathomir, so instead he kept a close eye on the flight logs of Korriban. He watched and waited for a chance to leave the blasted wastes in the most concealed manner he could. He devised a plan where he would stow away on any ship following a hyper space lane that passed by Dathomir, he would then somehow disrupt the ship's condition so that it fell out of hyperspace and launch out of an escape pod programmed for Dathomir's orbit. .He used his connections within the droid circles on Korriban to alter the passenger manifest of a Sith Frigate class warship to include one 'diplomat/protocol droid'. Using coercion and threats, he convinced the ship's navigation droids to program the auto-pilot to drop out of hyper space near Dathomir. He then jettisoned off of the ship on an escape pod while maintenance droids cut power to the ships internal diagnostic systems. The Sith Frigate's crew wasn't even aware an escape pod had been used up until they had resumed their travel into hyperspace. Having no recorded data on the pod's departure they assumed it was merely a malfunction of the pod's launch initiation program due to the strange power outages. No one except a few relieved utility droids were even aware that a forgettable protocol droid was missing.


Presently, the metallic assassin waited for his time to make a mark on the Galaxy, for his chance to be a part of the force. His unmoving yellow eyes stared out onto the planet below with a typical cold indifference. Behind them cognition protocols and planning algorithms ran non-stop as a performer dreamily gazed at their new stage.
 
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