A broken ship

[Khasil Johgat]

The Attecam had broken down. Finally after all this time the ship had given in to it's age and use. Zac and Six tried to keep her flying, but her engines weren't up for it. They did an emergency landing on a sparsely populated planet in the mid rim, hoping that someone would come and help them. Six was inside trying to call a repair ship on the Holonet so Zac decided to go for a stroll outside.
He took out a cigarette and walked down the beach, blaster hidden inside his jacket, just in case. He thought back to that message he'd gotten from home. It was a short message, but it's impact was tremendous. "The Resistance isn't dead. His majesty lives." If this was true, and not some Confederacy trick, like the pardon, this meant that... Maybe there was a chance to go back home.


Open RP, objective is to maybe set up a crew for some missions or just join if you're bored. No death though.

 

[Khasil Johgat]

He crushed the cigarette in the sand, watching the waves slowly break on the beach. He walked a few meters north when he saw a rock formation that looked just right for a nap. He climbed up and laid down under a rock, to protect himself from the light of the twin suns. If the SIR was still kicking than that meant he had to do something. He had to go back and join the others, he had to fight. There was no way he was going to sit back and watch while the Confederates destroyed what remained of the resistance, but he needed supplies, weapons, people and information...
He could steal the supplies, maybe recruit some mercs from Death Watch, but he still needed the info. There was one person, but getting in contact with one of them would be nearly impossible... If finding Salazar Paycora was difficult in times of peace, it'd be nearly impossible to in troubled times like these.

 

[Valen Pelora]

The Force never gave easy answers, one path might lead to a thousand. The greatest of Jedi with the clearest minds and the immeasurable gift of foresight might find the same answers as a youngling just barely brushing the edges of the Force. In times of conflict when the galaxy was engulfed by war the paths became even less clear. The Force was clouded, ever shifting, never still.

Jedi Knight Valen Pelore was adrift in the Force. His mind searching, no, pleading for answers. He was lost. He had been a Jedi for most of his life. He had thought he knew who he was. He had thought he knew what he had to do but the past weeks had thrown his path into turmoil. He was a healer, a diplomat. He was not a fighter and he regretted every kill he had ever made. He had joined the Jedi Army to pick up the pieces left behind and remind his fellow Jedi why they fought.

But twice he had found no way out, on Chandrilla and Argazda words had failed. Twice he used the Force as a weapon, twice he used the Force to kill. He had never been a savant with a Lightsaber. He was not especially strong or agile, but his connection to the Force was strong. Where others struggled, he learned easily. His strength, his gift, had always been wielding the Force. He had chosen to use that gift to heal. To treat the Force as an ally to help those who desperately needed it. Twice in the past month he had used it as an instrument of death.

Now he found himself in the cockpit of an Antarian Starfighter looking for answers he knew weren’t there. He took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and ended his meditation. He wouldn’t change. He wouldn’t let the war change him. He would not forsake his path. He knew the Force moved in all things and the Force had a plan for him. He needed to listen and he needed to follow. He couldn’t leave the Army and the Order wouldn’t have him. He needed some time away to center and to remind himself why he had left. To remind himself why he had abandoned Tython to go to war. All he needed was some time.

Valen was shaken from his contemplation by a beeping on his coms panel. He grabbed the fighters controls and casually flicked through the display screens. A ship. A quick scan revealed that it was either dead or dying. A ship on its way out. He felt a nudge in the Force and on a whim sent out a broad communication.

“This is call sign Shaman Three of the Jedi Army. If anyone is listening your ship is out of commission, I have supplies and spare parts aboard my fighter. Please respond.”

Valen waited a response sending his mind wide searching for life in the Force.

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[Khasil Johgat]

Zac's mind was going crazy tthinking of a way to locate Paycora when his gauntlet beeped. "Zac, there's a Jedi star fighter in orbit and he's willing to help us and in our condition I doubt we can turn him down" Six said through the comms. He knew the droid was right, they'd barely manage to land on the beach before the engines went off, and life support had failed when they entered the systems, so there was no chance they could pass this up, even if it was one of those crazy Jedi.
Throughout his time on the known galaxy, Zac had come across a few Jedi. All of them thought they were better than the rest the folk, and they carried themselves like royalty, he never liked them. But it was impossible to refuse the help.
"Tell him to go ahead and land, I'll be there by the time he arrives." Zac replied. He got up and stretched his limbs, taking one last look at the twin suns before he jumped down to the sand. The Solephian lit a cigarette and he picked up the pace.

Back on the ship, Six opened a channel to the Jedi starfighter while he tried to fix one of the power relays "Yeah we can see that the ship is out of commission and we'd appreciate the help, go ahead and land I'll be with you once you've landed." He was a bit more sarcastic than he initially intended to but oh well.

 

[Valen Pelora]

Valen listened to the gruff voice through the com. The sarcasm was not lost on him but Valen had spent his life among the forgotten of the galaxy. It would take more than a little sarcasm and rough attitude to disrupt him. Years on the outer rim had given him a thick skin. He flipped on his com to send a short message back to the ship.

"Acknowledged."

He grabbed the controls of the fighter and moved his fighter towards the planet. He tried to calm his mind as the planet loomed large before him, it had been years since he performed an atmospheric landing. He rarely flew the Antarian Fighters and when he did he always launched from the Peacekeeper. He tried to tell himself it was just like riding a bike. He pressed the controls forward, preparing himself for a bumpy ride. Alarm bells rang and the ship rocked as he slide through the atmosphere. The heat shields held, his nerves were worse for the ware but eventually he found himself skimming through the skies. A quick scan revealed the ships location.

He maneuvered towards the downed ship. He briefly expanded his awareness in the Force, searching for the ships crew members. He sensed no open hostility and no hidden crew members. Confident he was not about to land into a trap he steered a short distance from the stranded vessel and landed. The fighter rocked as it settled on its landing struts. One last check of the Force and his equipment and Valen stepped from the fighter onto the planet's surface. There he waited for the stranded crew.

@Khasil Johgat

 

[Khasil Johgat]

The ship's sensors, one of the few systems that still worked, beeped telling Six that the Jedi had landed. The droid dropped the wrench and sent a text to Zac, "Jedi just landed.". He took a look around and sighed, the Attecam needed a lot of work. He lowered the access ramp, which got jammed halfway through meaning he had to jump on it to make it go all the way down, and exited the ship.
"Hey, I'm Six, pleasure to make your acquaintance," The droid greeted the Jedi, "Here's a list of everything that needs repairs and the parts that need to be replaced." He said handing the Jedi a datapad. "I hope you're willing to get your hands dirty, we will of course compensate you for your services." He continued, "We did try to call a toe ship but our long range comms array is down." He explained.

Zac took a short cut through the forest but his troubled mind made him get lost a few times. He got the text from Six and picked up the pace, making it to the Attecam in time to see Six come out of the access ramp to greet the Jedi. He walked out of the forest and crushed the cigarette before making his way to the Jedi.
"Name's Zac, glad you could help us." He greeted drily and waited for the Jedi's response.

@Valen Pelora

 

[Valen Pelora]

Valen was surprised to see a droid exit the malfunctioning ship. He had expected a biological life form but he had known droids with more personality than many of the galaxies inhabitants. He took the datapad and skimmed the need equipment. The ship had more broken than working parts, luckily, he likely had enough to help them get the ship running. For how long he couldn’t say.

“I don’t have everything you need but we should be able to at least get you off the planet. Not all Jedi are afraid to get their robes dirty, I make most of my own repairs in the field and it looks like we will need the extra set of hands.”

His senses flared as a figure emerged from the tree line. The man was young, rugged and Force Sensitive. It was raw and untrained, like clay yet to be molded. He wondered if the man even knew. The galaxy was filled with Force Sensitives who credited luck, karma or unusual skill instead of the Force. They would never realize the gift they had. For every Jedi, Sith and trained Force user there were twice as many who would never know.

“Pleasure, my name is Valen Pelora. If I believed in luck, I would say you are very lucky. I should have enough spare parts to get you mostly up and running.”

He handed the list back to the droid and opened himself up the Force. He had been brought here for a reason, now he just needed to understand why.

 

[Kur Harwutma]

@Valen Pelora @Khasil Johgat

Solephus had flown low on the Brotherhood radar even before the confederacy rose to power. The planet had bountiful resources that could be used for war. Unfortunately, the planet was well defended and the Sith were more interested in taking planets away from the Republic. Communications from Solephus were monitored less and less. It was on a lazy day that they intercepted a short communication to a merchant vessel. The resistance and it’s leader were still alive but what made Attecam worthy of receiving the message? They had no records regarding him an there for couldn’t establish any connection. The man may be a Jedi spy or an old supporter of the imperials. There was no way of knowing. After the discovery of the signal, Kur was approached. Many acolytes possessed infiltration Abilities but lacked in other areas. They chose him because of his exceptional combat prowess, skills in force suppression, and knowledge drain. It was an opportunity that would allow him to take a break from galactic conquest, at least for awhile. Simple scouting and reconnaissance was an easy enough job. Acolytes often took this kind of work.

Kur left Korriban under a different name, leaving his cloak behind. The transport ship would take him to Attecam’s next stop. He would pose as ex-military looking for some honest work. Ruht Makurwa would be his new name and he wouldn’t be asking for much in the way of compensation. Just a few credits, a place to sleep, and couple of meals. Kur would suppress his force Aura for weeks before being comfortable enough to stop. Attecam was not a Jedi in disguise but a young man driven from his home. The Sith encouraged Kur to stay all the same. Begrudgingly he accepted their request. The ruse continues and Ruht helped in many tasks around the ship; even performing maintenance when he could. He knew almost nothing about engineering and relied heavily on the Force for guidance. That didn’t seem to help him much as he required a few data pads for instruction. Maintaining a ship wasn’t easy and it may have been somewhat Ruht’s fault that they were stranded.

Their decent to the surface was bumpy but Ruht slept through it just fine. He was having a most wonderful dream where he was surrounded by lusty women. They served him the bones of a great dragon on bronze platters. Bones crunched in his mouth, each bite shook the ground beneath him. The world was dark barren otherwise. Light broke through the sky and shinned upon the waistband. Where sun had bathed the ground, grass and flowers grew. Ruht awoke with his heart pounding. His eyes shot open as he whispered “Jedi…” The Force that awoke with him quickly subsided. Force sensitives like this Jedi could sense a Sith like the pungent smell of rot and blood. Ruht focused and meditated hard until he was concealed: hopefully the Jedi didn’t sense him. Ruht dressed in his clothes. They were standard streetware with black workers boots. His shirt was white and stained with oil. Then he equipped his Weapons, both lightsaber and blaster. They were concealed by the brown leather jacket he put on.

Outside Zacrig and Valen stood across from one another. Ruht stood by the ship entrance and leaned against the frame. “I’ll help you fix it sir. I ain’t very handy with machines but I Can follow directions pretty well..” Ruht smiled and waved at the jedi. He walked out just as Valen was talking about luck. “Names Ruht Makurwa if we’re making introductions.” The young worker made his way to planets surface to greet the Jedi with an extended hand.

 

[Khasil Johgat]

"It's okay Six, lower your rifle." Zac said without even looking back. He turned to the man who'd approached them and said, "Sneaking up on my droid is usually the last thing people do." He turned around to look at Six, who still had his rifle pointed at the stranger. "Come on Six, drop it." He ordered, this time more firmly. The droid lowered his weapon and made his way back to the ship.
"If you get shot by one of these barbarians, I won't come to help." Six replied in Solephian as he made his way to the ship.
"Oh get your screws together tin can!" Zac replied. He turned back to Valen and Ruht, putting on his Solephian manners, "I'm glad you got our distress call. If you go inside and talk to my droid, he'll give you a datapad with everything that needs repairs." He lit a cigarette before continuing, "I have a small kitchen and we should have enough food for the three of us, but you two will have to share a bedroom." He said, texting Six to clear up the second bedroom, that had turned into a sort of medbay. "My room and the bridge is off limits, and at the end you will be compensated for your work of course."

[OOC: After Valen replies I was thinking I could do a sort of fast forward post with what happens until your characters discover about the Solephian resistance and stuff. Or we could each do a small fast forward post and I'll post last, message me what you think.]

 

[Valen Pelora]

The Force pulsed. Valen’s eyes darted towards the new comer as he walked towards the small group. Strange. He felt the crush of the Darkside but it had vanished before he could be sure. He cautiously reached out in the Force, probing, searching for any hint of corruption. The Sith were aggressively advancing, he knew no planet was safe. He felt nothing. Whatever had been there was gone. He sensed nothing from the man introduced as Ruht Makurwa.

The Droid, Six, was not so trusting. It took several commands from Zac before the Droid grumpily returned to the ship. Valen couldn’t help but smile. It was strange two separate ‘rescuers’ would arrive on a backwater world to help a derelict ship. He didn’t believe in coincidences. The Force had brought them all here for a reason but that didn’t mean he would let his guard drop. He had felt the twinge of Darkness, it was unmistakable. He would help Zac and Six repair their ship but he would find what he had felt. He looked at Zac, then Ruht, before tucking his robes under his arm and rolling up his sleeves.

“No sense wasting any time. This planet isn’t going to get anymore hospitable the more we wait.” He trudged off after Six. It wasn’t long before Valen was covered in grease, dirt and at least ten other things he couldn’t name. Working with a hydrospanner felt good. Life was simpler when you could just work. No worries about light and dark, war and peace, life and death. Only the problem in front of him and his own two hands to fix it. For the first time in a long time, and if only for a moment, he felt at peace.

[OOC: Ready to fast forward as discussed!]

@Khasil Johgat @Kur Harwutma

 

[Khasil Johgat]

A few days flew by as the three men repaired the Attecam, meanwhile, mostly while the organics slept, Six searched the holonet for any mention of the name Paycora, or his yacht, but his came up empty. A week had passed since the Attecam had done an emergency landing on that forgotten beach planet in the midrim when a transmission came through from the SIR.
"Zac! Zac wake up!" Six shook the human awake. Zacrig jumped up, blaster in his hand mumbling what's wrong. "It's SIR, they're contacting us!" Eyes wide open, Zac followed the droid to the bridge, he took his seat and opened a channel.
"SIR this is Commander Attecam of the special ops squad of the fifth battalion of Infantry." He said as soon as the channel was open.
"Please state your access code, Commander Attecam." He heard the automated security program say.
"Access Code, 830 002 Charlie, Alpha, Romeo, 662." He replied.
"Welcome to the Resistance network, Commander. Long live his Majesty." The program said.
"And death to the Confederacy." He replied with the final part of his code."AN I was contacted by the network, can you patch me through?"
"Certainly Commander." The automated network replied. A few minutes later a hologram lit up on the holo display of the Attecam.
"General Rianov, Commander Attecam reporting for duty." He said to the man, a half-Zabrak in his late forties with dark skin and a beard that was rapidly turning to a dark shade of gray.
"You mean General Attecam. It's good to hear from you Zac." Rianov replied.
"General?" Zac questioned.
"Well the death of your commanding officer meant you were next in the chain of command," Rianov explain. The events at the end of the war were still foggy in Zac's mind. "I'm sure you haven't had news from home but a lot has happened since you left Zac." Rianov paused for a second. "Paycora managed to locate his Majesty, he wasn't dead like they claimed. He's being held in Gascoria, approximately 80 kilometers bellow the surface.", The general informed him. "The problem is, we don't have the resources to rescue him. They took our ships, our weapons, our headquarters and most of our troops are scattered throughout Solephus and the rest of the galaxy. We've been trying to contact our troops but it's taking some time."
"So what do you need me for?"
"We need you to gather all the men you can, mercenaries, someone who can pick up a blaster, hell bring that droid of yours! The Resistance doesn't have the resources to rescue his majesty and those idiots back at the council voted against breaking the Statute of Isolation so my hands are tied. I will help you by giving you any information I can on the matter, and I will try to gather some ships to cover your escape once you've rescued the Emperor, but other than that there isn't much I can do." Rianov replied.
Zac sighed, as if the weight of the galaxy had, without warning, been dropped on his shoulder before he had his morning coffee and his smoke. "General what you're asking me to do is treason, against his majesty and the council..."
Rianov scowled, "Treason. I called you because you were Taxo's second in command, you were on those council meetings, you saw how useless they were! I called you because I hoped that like Taxo you wouldn't treat the Emperor like a god, like those morons over at the council do!" The half-Zabrak spat on the ground before continuing, "Should have known you were nothing but a coward like the rest of them, running away when shit hits the fan." Zacrig's blood boiled with anger, he jumped up from his chair and screamed at the man.
"I DID NOT LEAVE MY HOME A COWARD! I LEFT BECAUSE COWARDS LIKE YOU VOTED TO END OUR FIGHT!" He slammed his fist down on the control console, "OR DO YOU THINK I'VE FORGOTTEN HOW AT THE END OF THE WAR YOU VOTED TO SURRENDER TO THE CONFEDERACY?! SENDING TAXO TO HIS DEATH. YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A HORNED PILE OF SLULL SHIT RIANOV! I WILL RESCUE HIS MAJESTY AS REQUESTED AND I ORDER YOU TO INFORM THE COUNCIL OF MY MISSION. I WILL CONTACT THEM WHEN I'M READY TO BEGIN,GENERAL ATTECAM OUT, and fuck you Rianov!" Zac sat back down, taking a cigarette from the pack he kept on the bridge. He let the smoke fill his lungs, enjoying the calming effects of nicotine. He was almost asleep, cigarette in hand, still burning when he heard a noise coming from behind him.

@Kur Harwutma @Valen Pelora

 

[Valen Pelora]

Days blended into a week as the three men, and one droid, worked to fix the derelict ship. It was hard work that left him aching when he swung into bed. It was worth it. His mind was at peace for the first time in weeks. His only worry was the problem in front of him. He no longer felt the weight of the war pressing down around him. There were many forms of meditation and repairing this ship had helped repair him. He didn’t mind the dirt and grime of the ship, it gave the whole place character. New ships, new droids, new technology all lacked character. This ship had lived and seen more than it could ever tell. Valen found himself increasingly interested in Zac and Six. There was more to them than it seemed, he could feel it in the Force.

He rolled over and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He was restless. He was still having trouble sleeping. The planet was surprisingly beautiful at night and he had found he slept better after walking for a spell. Stretching his legs, he headed towards the ship’s exit when he heard voices. Zac and a voice he didn’t recognize. He was too polite to eavesdrop but the Force tugged him towards the sound. He followed. He stood a short distance away as he listened to Zac converse with the unknown speaker. He didn’t hear the whole conversation but he heard enough. He knew why the Force had drawn him here. Zac and Six needed help, the Jedi needed allies. He leaned up against the wall and ran his hand through his hair. A hydrospanner clanged to the floor. He cringed.

“Not the entrance I was hoping to make.” He smiled slightly before walking closer. “I did not mean to intrude, I was up trying to tire my mind when I heard you.” He could feel Zac’s anger in the Force, anger and determination. “I must admit I am not familiar with your struggle but you need help. I’d like to offer my services. The galaxy may have forgotten the Jedi do anything but fight the Sith but I haven’t. If there is oppression I will fight it.”

If Zac would have him then Valen would do everything he could to help.

@Kur Harwutma @Khasil Johgat

 

[Kur Harwutma]

@Khasil Johgat @Valen Pelora

Mechanics and auto repair had always been a difficult skill for Kur. Despite having to operate outside of his abilities, with a little guidance he still made a valuable asset. Combined, they made a great team: Kur's strength, Valen's knowledge, Zac's ingenuity, and Six's resourcefulness. The ship was on its way to a full recovery. “It won’t be long now.” Kur would tell himself every night before bed. The job was spiritually rewarding but it was mostly appreciated by the Jedi. Sith didn't think much about meditation through labor. Work of this caliber was best suited for slaves or a qualified mechanic.

Six would stay up late into the night searching the holonet. Kur knew not what it was studying but maintained silent regarding this matter. The only reason he was aware of its nightly ritual was because he had one of his own; each night they slept, Kur would sneak around the ship placing monitoring devices. One such piece was placed on the bridge, hidden out of site. The device only activated when radio signals or sound waves stimulated its sensitive receptors. Tonight it would record the entire conversation between Zac and the resistance. Whether that information was even necessary to obtain through deceit had yet to be seen. Valen had awoken and stirred Kur from sleep, the slightest of noises always woke him. This was a reflex from the early days of Sith training where heavy sleepers always fell prey to young acolytes with a vengeance. Instead of following, he tried to return to bed. Tossing and turning didn't help. Kur was awake now, eyes fully open and unable to shut. He rubbed the spot on his chest where an assassin's blade had dug into.

There came a ripple in the force, like a wave of anger being released. “The jedi?” He whispered. “No…” Unless Valen was actually a sith or padawan in master’s robes, it must have come from Zac. He rose from bed and tossed his hair into a mess. Sound of speech came from down the hall. Kur followed and watched Valen enter the bridge. Instead of eavesdropping, he walked right in. “Morning.” He said with a yawn. “Everything okay? I thought I heard yelling…” Whatever was or would be said had been observed by the small device hidden in the panels.

 

[Khasil Johgat]

Zac was baffled. How did... How could... All he could feel was anger. Anger towards Rianov, anger towards his two helpers... All he could feel was anger. He jumped up from his chair and slammed his fist down on the console. "I thought I told you two to stay out of the bridge!" The bridge shook with anger, he could hear, feel it... It was similar to when the roof came crashing down on his squad, but this time instead of panic, all he felt was anger. He looked down at where his fist had lander, and the console was completely shattered. He took a moment to calm down, taking another cigarette and lighting it. He decided to deal with the intruder's later because as of now, duty called. Duty towards his home, and the emperor. "Six, give me a list of the mercenaries groups in the region, ones with good scores, we'll be in the heart of Confederacy territory. Second, open a channel back to the Resistance and try to contact Paycora, we'll need to get our hands on a lot of credits for this mess. Also send a message back to Deathwatch, I mean the Dominion, see if they have nay mercs for hire, and some ships. And plot the shortest root to Mandalore" He sighed turning back to Kur and Valen.
"So what did you two hear?"

@Valen Pelora @Kur Harwutma

 

[Valen Pelora]

Valen was startled by the anger that washed over him. He quickly erected barriers around his mind to hold the hate at bay. Zac was deeply wounded. The pain and anger that emanated from the ship’s captain was overwhelming. Valen had rarely felt emotion so strong. It was concerning. He may have underestimated the traveler and his droid. Valen would have to tread very carefully. He wanted to help, he was certain the Force had brought him here to help. Zac needed fighters. He was not the most skilled with a Lightsaber but he was strong in the Force. One Jedi was better than none. He was not overly enthused to travel to Mandalore. The Mandalorians had a complicated history with the Republic and the Jedi.

“I heard enough. You’re about to mount a ‘rescue’ mission and you’re low on rescuers. I am sorry for intruding on the bridge but you need help. Help that I can offer. It’s possible, in time, the Jedi Army or the Republic may be able to help as well. It doesn’t sound like we have much time to waste.”

He had not expected to charge headlong into a combat mission by agreeing to repair an old broken down ship. The Force worked in the most mysterious ways. He had to trust in the Lightside and know it would not lead him astray. The Force had a plan. He simply had to follow it. He hoped he would not be forced to kill, there was always a chance for peace.

@Kur Harwutma @Khasil Johgat

 

[Kur Harwutma]

@Khasil Johgat @Valen Pelora

Like the lightsaber which both jedi and sith use in battle, the force is double edged. What can be used to help can also kill. Zac was on the verge of bringing one side of the blade close to his heart. Impaling himself before opening to the force would be a great shame. Especially with the rage he show. This young man had great potential. The waves of anger that washed over them was inspiring. There at the corner of Kur's mouth sprouted the faintest of grins. His eyes darted for a second to look at Valen. Quickly as it came, the smile subsided. How Kur wished to bath himself in darkness. Stifling every urge to lash out at the jedi was difficult. Taking Valen's life would be easy too for they slept together. However, that would only satisfy Kur and alienate him. Zac could prove to be an invaluable asset and burning a bridge before it is built helps no one. The sith could mold him into a great warrior or even an immortal sorcerer. That is, if the jedi didn’t interfere first.

“Sorry about barging in...” He said apologetically. “Sort of figured it was okay when I saw Valen enter the room.” Zac returned to a sitting position and made some orders. Easy and simple enough for a droid to follow yet complicated in its own way. “Eh… well I was startled from sleep when I heard some yelling. I didn’t hear anything coherent though but you have peaked my curiosity.” No need for lies or even the full truth. Kur would receive all unedited dialogue in the end. Comparing what was said to what had been would be an easy feat. Either way, Kur had a feeling it had to do with Zac's home planet and the rebellion sprouting their. Valen confirmed these thoughts by mentioning a rescue mission.

The offer on the table sounded to good but maybe he could persuade Zac away from choosing the Jedi. “I doubt the republic would want to dirty their hands here for a simple rescue mission. They're too busy with conquest and senate squabbles. Maybe you could convince a Jedi or two to join up, considering how they like to stick their noses in everyone’s business.” Kur flicked his nose at Valen to emphasize his point. The Mandalorians and random mercenaries were not the sort to be trusted. Even long time soldiers have been known to turn traitor for the right price. “I think the those whom sell their loyalty are shady, at best, but they're at least reliable.” Kur might have to call in this mission unless his superiors forced him to stay on. It was very doubtful but sith lords loved testing their acolytes even if it means surrounding them with enemies. “Listen, they'll want some credits obviously but what do you think the republic will want in return? Complete submission. They’ll force you in the senate in exchange for helping. Maybe that’s what you want but there's going to be no choice if you listen to the jedi.” Kur looked over at Valen for a moment. Hopefully they would be on equal footing with a third party involved. "I'm not trying to offend you Valen. You seem much more respectable than the jedi I've encountered but I'd trust the Sacred Band over them any day."

 

[Khasil Johgat]

He sighed. Zac hadn't been in a mission like this since the end of the war. Sure he had been with Deathwatch but he'd been an underling, he took orders, he didn't issue them. The pressure of being accountable for every minor detail in a mission was something he always dreaded.
"There are treaties in place and the less people we mix into this the better. We're going to Mandalore." He bid, ending the discussion. "You're more than welcomed to join me on this suicide mission but don't expect to come out alive. We'll be deep beneath the surface and in the heart of enemy territory." He stopped, turning to Six.
"Paycora's says he can have a ship meet with us at Mechis in three days. We can make it there but we risk burning out the Hyperdrive." The droid said, knowing what Zac wanted to know.
"Tell him we'll be there. How much is he bringing?" The human asked.
"Enough for a battalion and some ships." Six replied.
"We need to leave now so make your decision." He turned back to face the two men who'd helped him repair his ship. "And please don't take too long."
@Valen Pelora @Kur Harwutma

 

[Valen Pelora]

Valen grimaced as Ruht disparaged the Republic and the Jedi. The unfortunate truth was he wasn’t wrong. The Republic would want the saved planet to join the Senate or sign an alliance accord. If he could convince the Republic to divert troops. The Jedi would send what resourced they could spare but, lately, those resources were spread thin. The Army was singularly focused on the Sith. Too often their other responsibilities were being left by the wayside. He doubted the Order could be moved from their temples. Mandalorians and Mercenaries were their best option, if undesirable. He was thankful Zac was as dismissive of the Sacred Band of Ziost as their Republic counter parts. There were some lines even Valen would not cross. The Sacred Band was one half of the Darkside armada bombarding the galaxy.

Ruht continued to be an enigma. The man was every bit the earnest space drifter but most of the galaxy’s riff raff didn’t casually mentioned The Sacred Band. It was troubling. He reminded himself, again, to keep a close eye on his fellow interloper. Zac didn’t give them much time to think things over. He didn’t need it. He could feel the Force guiding him. He had faith in the Lightside, it would not lead him astray. He took a deep breath and steeled himself.

“I’m ready, when you are.” He was not sure what was to come. He had asked the Force for a chance to change, to rediscovery himself. The Lightside had provided. He was ready for whatever lay ahead.

 

[Kur Harwutma]

@Khasil Johgat @Valen Pelora

Sith and Sacred Band do not always work together. When they did, the children of Ziost became the lesser of two evils. From experience, Kur found these soldiers to be some of the most compassionate people he knew. War after war hardened the soul but the men and women that served with him retained what made them human. Some would say a strong man changes war but is not changed by it. No one leaves the battle untainted. Truthfully, all those whom kill have been corrupted and it is those people who choose to defend the pure. Sith do not protect the weak as they see only to subjugate. That is their way of guarding the undefiled. 'Through victory, my chains are broken.' They are not driven by the need to controll but the desire to make all stronger within the galaxy. Dark side is a perversion only because the path to power is a ferocious one. Even the Jedi fail at keeping the poison from infecting themselves. That is why they seporate emotions in a futile effort to maintain "honor". Kur wished more than anything to tell all this to Zac, hopefully winning his trust. Valen stood too close and their captain was unswayable. They were not strangers but lacked the connection friends have. Trying desperately to earn affection was not the way, no matter how genuine. Faith and loyalty brought those around you closer. That is why Kur was able to confidently say. “I'll follow you into the storm itself.” With a smile, he brought a clenched fist to his chest and bowed respectfully. Their acquaintanceship was young, only made out of necessity to fix a ship and complete a mission, but Kur could easily see himself befriending this man from Solephus.

 

[Khasil Johgat]

They set out for Mechis, ready to take on the massive enterprise of rescuing the Solephian Emperor.

[OOC: Sorry for the late reply I'll start working on the other thread sooooon]

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