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[The Gatekeeper]

Drip, drip, drip..

The sound of water falling from the ceiling one drop at a time was the only sound he’d heard for months. Or at least Kharn had thought it had been months. Truth be told, inside the ten by ten box that he’d learned to call home, time was hard to keep track of.

For what seemed like the billionth time, his watery blue and eternally bloodshot eyes flicked to the door of his cell. It was at least a foot thick and made of durasteel. It had to have been durasteel with how many times Kharn had broken his hands futilely pounding on it, begging for anyone to just let him out.

Sometimes he wondered if this was the afterlife. Maybe, somehow, he’d done enough bad in his life to deserve an eternal punishment like this. Machines gave him food and water. Well, technically it was food he supposed. Some kind of gray nutrient paste from a hose on the wall. Delivered three times daily.

Part of him wished for the fiery hellscape of an afterlife for lost souls that some of the galaxy’s religions talked about.

At least there he’d be able to hear something other than the methodical dripping of water from the ceiling. At least there he’d feel something other than the blinding fluorescent lights slowly burning away his corneas

At least there he wouldn’t be alone.

Kharn turned his eyes back to the ceiling. That door was never going to open. He knew that. Kharn was going to live in this square prison cell for the rest of his life, however long that might have been.

The intrusive thoughts made their return, now. Kharn had managed to keep the worst of them at bay up until now, but it got harder and harder every day. He didn’t have to live like this, did he? He didn’t have to live like some sort of caged animal abandoned by its owner, unwanted and long forgotten, right?

He didn’t have to live...

A new sound, much louder than the drips. An electronic thrum that crescendoed rapidly and then cooled off to a low groaning death rattle before fading away. The lights went out.

Darkness, pure and absolute.

Drip, drip, drip..

Auxiliary power. Some of the lights return but they are dim. The sounds of a dozen large durasteel doors sliding open - automatic emergency protocols. It took almost a minute for Kharn to accept what he was seeing as true. He just sat upright in his bed, staring out of the open door.

Eventually Kharn’s feet touched the floor and he started walking. He had no idea where he was going but it didn’t matter. The weight pulled off of his chest the instant he passed the threshold of his cell was only matched by the horror his eyes bore witness to when he passed through a set of double doors at the end of the hallway.

Keeping what wits he could manage, Kharn found a terminal that luckily still had some access to the emergency systems. In another life, Kharn had been a fairly decent slicer. He found what he was looking for before too long.

He was able to open one of the hanger bays. A distress beacon pulsed from the station into the inky void of space. It was on an open channel, one that could reach as many people as theoretically possible. Hidden within the signal was also the coordinates, somewhere in the far flung recesses of Wild Space.

In a way, it was like Kharn himself was yelling out for anyone, anywhere to help him.

Someone had to hear it. Someone had to come.

Drip, drip, drip..

Spoiler: OOC Notes

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[Waxillium Drast]

Wax was snacking on some roasted roses that the the padawan on the sugar high had given him. He should have tossed them down the trash shute the moment he had tasted one, but hadn't had the heart to refuse when she had offered them and now felt too guilty about getting rid of them. So here he was, sitting in the pilot's seat, staring out at the trippy spectacle that was hyperspace, and munching on roasted roses.

Thankfully the ship dropped out of hyperspace just as he was about to start on another rose, which finally gave him a real reason to stop eating. But, yet again, instead of tossing the remaining roses away, he stuffed them into a pocket. He'd just finish them later.

"Buckle up ladies," he called out to the two passengers waiting in the ship's kitchen, "we're about to land." They had been en-route to a Star Guardian location to help in an unofficial capacity when the distress signal had caught their attention. Despite having a padawan on board, it had been a fairly simple choice to make. Someone needed their help, and as Jedi they had to answer. He didn't much care for Clove's insistence on not being a Jedi, she was still acting like one, which meant that she was still a Jedi. The rest was semantics.

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[Trace]

As it turned out, Trace was no less of a trouble-maker as a Champion than she had been as an Acolyte. When the distress beacon had come through to her ship, she had had her curiosity piqued.

Guiding her ship along the short series of jumps required to make it to the navigational beacon, she put her hand to the scanner readout and let the information soak in through the Force. Her mouth twisted up slightly in a sneer as she took in the outer layer of the facility, wondering what in the galaxy its function was all the way out here. And why was it in distress?

Really, the thing that stood out to her above anything else was that the warning bells in her mind were in full chime, practically screaming to her that something here was very wrong. But she wasn't wise enough to turn around and leave, so she guided the ship into one of the open hangars and set it down with a clunk.

She descended the exit ramp, fist slamming into the lock button on the ship and her other hand reaching down to gently touch that cold, metal cylinder that was her lightsaber hilt.

Anyone here?! she called out as another ship (@Wit) set in to land alongside hers. It seemed that someone else had received the beacon as well. It had been on a wide frequency, after all.

 

[Darth Draugr]

Another distress beacon came across. Draugr could feel it within him it may be Killiks once more. These damn things were everywhere, and the Warden of Dathomir would not stand for it any longer. This time though.. it came from the unknown regions. The very parts of space that were barren, unexplored, and dangerous. Danger?.. Draugr's middle name was Danger..

Dressing himself in his Sith robes Draugr grabbed his apprentice Caelian as he made his way out of the Sith base and onto an Imperial ship and setting the coordinates in for the location of the distress beacon. As he got the ship in the air and into space at hyperspeed he would look back to Caelian and Anai, "If it is Killiks.. we kill them all. And don't let them join you.. no matter the cost."

Looking back at them he had a serious face, stern, and looking for assurance. As they either answered or not he would nod to them and then back to piloting...

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The Ship would arrive to see the station floating in space. The area looked barren. Something felt off about the place. There was another ship landing in the hangar, so that was where Draugr would take his ship to land. If it were Killiks, they'd be in space fighting.. this might be something different.. something worse... The Zabrak landed in the hangar and and exited the ship to see only a single familiar face in Trace. He hadn't seen much of her, but had seen her around. The rest were all known for other reasons..

"Trace.. what have you gathered so far?" Draugr asked with interest as he let Caelian and Anai follow behind. There was an aura in the station. Something unsettling, but the Zabrak had a stoic look still. Not one to cower to anyone these days.

@Phoenix @Wit @Logan @Versok @Xorism

 

[Anai Skhess]

The Kaleesh champion looked through the ship's window at the space station they were about to board, space travel...It was something she had become used to, not even after all these years off her planet and as a part of the sith, space was so eerie, so vast and so unforgiving, captivating and yet deadly, and space stations and other metal contraptions designed by sentient species to conquer space could be just like it in the worst of cases, so strange and yet so alluring.

Clad in her sith armor, Anai looked at the renowned sith master as he talked, it was not the first time she had been led by Draugr, but the circumstances and reasons behind why she was insistent on taking part of this expedition were quite different. She couldn't be there when it mattered back on Korriban, back when their newest enemy attacked one of, if not the empire's most important planet, she felt like she had to make up for it, and it didn't help that her people had a grudge against sentient insect species in general, she wouldn't let bugs take over her new home like they did with Kalee during the time of her ancestors, she had to help if there was even the slightest chance of them taking over this station.

"Yes, sir." Anai nodded, her facial expressions behind her mask almost always an enigma but her voice was about as unwavering and resolute as ever. Her yellow gaze did set on what seemed to be Draugr's apprentice for a moment, scanning him from head to toe. She did not know the details about how he came to be Draugr's apprentice, but she did notice the state the man was in, she just hoped he was able to fight regardless of scars and lost parts.

As they approached and the void remained silent, Anai noticed the same thing the sith master did: There seemed to be no Killiks in sight, no ships trying to blow them apart. The silence inside the hangar once they landed only added to her thoughts about how this was probably something different...If it was something unexpected, the best she could do is remain alert. So the Kaleesh followed Draugr, lightsaber in hand as she looked around and then at the woman that Draugr apparently knew, doing for her a small nod as a salute.

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[IG-101]

When Buddy got the call from a strange space station, he wasted no time to get their. The Malevolence II would appear out of hyperspace alongside two other ships who had received the same distress beacon. How interesting! This meant Buddy wouldn't be alone. Maybe the IG unit would make a friend or two! How exciting! If Buddy had skin, he'd be getting goosebumps!

"Hi, friends! I'm Ranger IG-101, but you may call me Buddy." IG-101 would give his fellow colleagues a wave of his hand. One of the three looked familiar, but Buddy just couldn't quite put a finger on it. "All of you must be so courageous and selfless! Coming all this way to help someone in need- Very admirable indeed!" The droid's tone was very up beat and optimistic. "Hey...That rhymed!"

He was equipped with his two E-5 blaster rifles, his MK sniper rifle, and his BD-2 Electrostaff. The station was awfully quiet. And dark. And honestly, it would've been frightening if Buddy was programmed to feel afraid. It made situations like this a little awkward for him. Sometime sounding optimistic about traversing through what could be a set to a horror movie probably made him sound insane.

"This is going to be fun!" He snapped his electrostaff together and activated both ends.

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[Quin Leonkri]

When the steady pinging of a distress signal woke Quin up from his sleep in the cockpit, his initial, groggy reaction was to reach out a hand and shut it off as if it were the snooze button on his alarm. He’d been having a decent dream, the first one in a while, and every instinct told him to go back into it and think nothing of the annoying beeping. But, knowing he wasn’t in his room back at the temple and that this could be important, he would rub the sleep out of his eyes and force himself to get a look at where it was coming from.

Leaning forward, it quickly became clear the coordinates being sent were those of a remote location in the Unknown Regions. That piqued his interest. He’d never been that far out in the galaxy before. There was another part of it too— even if he was on a borrowed ship, he couldn’t simply turn away and ignore the call. Someone would have to answer it, why not him?

After the jumps through hyperspace were complete, Quin would pull into the open doors of the station’s hangar. It didn’t look like there was an emergency from what he saw, however, though would it hurt to check? From what he could see from the viewport, it appeared as if a few others had gotten the call as well. Not knowing what to expect, he figured that he couldn’t go wrong with bringing with him his Jedi wanderer robes, his lightsaber, and his tool belt.

He stepped out of his ship, approaching those who were already gathered here and giving the general group a nod of greeting. From how everyone was milling about in the hangar, he assumed that they had probably received the same distress signal as him and were trying to figure out what was going on too. But who had activated the beacon? It didn’t look like anyone here had done it.

“Hey, you never know.” His arms crossed, Quin gave a sideways grin at the droid with the electrostaff beside him before turning back to the others. Fun might have been one way to put it, but this was already turning out to be a lot weirder than he’d expected (@Charles).

@Logan @Versok @Scoobert @Wit @Phoenix

 

[Maura Starwalk]

Maura had indeed brought an entire gallon-sized baggie of roasted roses with her. Ever since she shoved an entire rose in her mouth almost six years ago, she'd had a taste for the almost-sweet flowers. They were good raw, fried, sprinkled with spices, and of course, roasted.

"Sometimes I like to sprinkle a ton of spicy spices on them and see how many I can eat before it's too spicy. Then the next time I try to eat more and beat my previous amount!" Since Waxillium was the pilot, Maura had chosen Tazlen Axil as the subject of her ramblings. She'd also offered him some of her roasted rose petals, though they were unfortunately not seasoned to hell and back with spicy stuff. "One time I ate so much that my face got all hot and sweaty and I felt like I was suffocating. My tolerance is really high now though! I think... At least, the spicy sauce in the temple mess halls isn't spicy to me anymore."

Maura stuffed a handful of the roasted roses into her mouth, giving Tazlen and Wax several moments of silence while she chewed.

"Oooh, we're here?" Maura rushed up to plop herself in the co-pilot seat, buckled herself in, then leaned over as far as the seatbelt would let her so she could look out the viewport. They'd received the distress call on their way back to the temple, but they hadn't much of a clue what the distress was. "Is it abandoned?"

Their ship landed, and Maura quickly unbuckled to follow the two knights off of the ship. She very quickly caught sight of the newly knighted @Quin Leonkri, and waved him over. "Master Leonkri, over here!" Her eyes then found the growing gaggle of Sith, and she unconsciously stayed close enough to Tazlen and Wax.

"This place is creepy..." Maura commented under her breath, then realized that made her sound scared and puffed out her chest. "G- Good thing I like creepy," she added quickly. Still, Maura pulled the robes of her proper Jedi robes closer around her, covering the lightsaber hanging off of her utility belt.

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[Drow Venn]

Drow had intercepted the same transmission as the others and had heard the other Jedi respond to it. Although some of the younger Jedi might not recognize his name, he certainly knew theirs due to the database of active Jedi in the galaxy that he was privy to as First Shadow. That was what ultimately prompted him to respond to the distress beacon, even though it was completely out of the way to where he had been preparing to fly to. After his exile and appointment as leader of the Jedi Shadows, his chances to interact with other Jedi had been severely limited and the old Ishi Tib found himself desperately craving more human contact. Plus, there was a chance his presence might keep the younger Jedi safe from whatever was going on here and that was reason enough.

He landed his old Y-Wing fighter in the hangar, telling his droid Sparky to follow him as he surveyed the area. He didn't make any move to contact his fellow Jedi yet, wanting to make sure the area was secure first. He scanned with his E-11 rifle drawn and his lightsaber was hidden for now within a pouch on his utility belt. He was dressed in a simple spacesuit and any signs of him being a Jedi were safely back at the Jedi Temple. So far, so quiet - there were a few other operators who had responded to the call - humans, droids, Zabraks...

"Oh kriff..." Drow mutttered to himself as he recognized the Sith off in the distance. He'd actually interacted with Draugr as his smuggler persona of "Flophat" and knew the Sith by sight and by reputation. Fortunately, Drow's face had been obscured and his voice disguised for all of their interactions so the risk of him being similarly identified was small. As much as he might disagree with the ceasefire, Drow found himself thankful for it. While Drow did not fear a one-on-one fight with the Zabrak, he would fear for the safety of his fellow Jedi if such a battle were to take place.

"See him? You could stand to learn a couple things about positive thinking from him." Drow said cheekily to Sparky, nodding towards the enthusiastic Sector Ranger droid. In response, Sparky told him to insert his lightsaber in a place that Drow didn't think would fit it.

 

[Tazlen Axil]

Community service and being sent on diplomatic missions was one thing, being forced to listen to the Maura’s ramblings was a whole new level of punishment. Tazlen silently thought of ways he would strangle Councilor Fynn before his inner Jedi voice told him to temper his thoughts. Of course, none of those present had been yet notified of the tragedy that occurred on Mustfarar.

“Sure, kid, I’ll take one,” Tazlen muttered as he took one of the roasted rose petals. To his surprise, it was genuinely tasty. Living on Firrerre meant he had been exposed to a ton of spicy foods and he developed a taste for dishes with a bit of a kick. The Jedi stifled a yawn and checked his chrono, wondering what fresh hell this distress beacon would lead to.

As they strode out into the ramp, Tazlen immediately felt a sense of unease. Not only that, but he spotted Sith across from them. Draugr was easily identifiable and Tazlen bristled a bit at the sight. He placed a hand on Maura’s shoulder like a protective guardian, nudging her to stand behind the adults. The ceasefire was over and he didn't trust anyone.

“This place is creepy,” Tazlen said as he turned to look at her, “Being afraid is a good thing, Maura. Fear is what lets us realize we’re in danger and saves our lives. It takes bravery to admit to being afraid. Always remember that, okay?” His features softened as he offered her a smile, “But hopefully you won’t have to be while we’re around.”

With that he turned to face the Sith, giving them a curt nod. His hand always remained close to the saber hilt on his hip.

@lizziie @Logan

 

[Veer Altaris]

While Veer had enjoyed some time off in the aftermath of Thyferra, it didn’t take the Axxilan long to fall back into his normal routine. Widespread fear of Kilik’s and Joined meant that protection gigs were especially easy to pick up these days, made even easier by Veer’s own track record dealing with the Insectoids. Moreover, the broken ceasefire between the Jedi and Empire meant that hostilities were - to no one’s surprise - already on the rise.

He had been moving between Resistance territory when he picked up on the general distress beacon, tracing it back to coordinates in the Unknown Regions. After a few minutes of consideration and with amble skepticism, Veer decided to follow the beacon back to its source. Perhaps it was a trap set by the Kilik’s, or perhaps it truly was someone stranded and requesting aid. Either way, his curiosity was piqued.

The Axxilan arrived at the space station before too long, adorned in his standard loadout of equipment. He wore his signature armor, complete with a BM-548 slung over his shoulder and pair of pistols on his hip. For the moment, he carried his helmet tucked under his arm - getting a good look at his surroundings with his own two eyes.

As he stepped down the ramp of his ship, Veer couldn’t help but sneer - mahogany eyes flicking around the opened hanger bay. Every inch of the space station looked like bad news, and his mood only worsened when he spotted the Sith who’d also answered the call. He immediately recognized Draugr from Thyferra - and while the pair had been allies against the Kilik’s, Veer wouldn’t hesitate to pop the Zabrak if he tried anything.

Veer ran a hand through his black hair, his gaze flicking over to the Jedi assembled. He offered the cluster casual jut of his chin, expression a bit less stern. It was only then that his attention flicked over to the IG-101 that accompanied them, blinking a few times when the droid happily proclaimed that this was going to be fun. “By all means, lead the way.” He muttered dryly. If the Toaster Oven-That-Could wanted to blaze a trail into the creepy station, Veer certainly wasn’t going to stop it.

 

[The Gatekeeper]

While those that had followed the distress beacon’s call began to congregate, they would each be bombarded with the sound of the hanger doors behind them suddenly crashing shut.

The clicking turns of the door’s durasteel locks would echo through the hanger until they found their proper place and once again fell silent. It would appear, at least for now, that the group of unlikely allies were now firmly sealed inside of the station.

The only light was dim fluorescent emergency lights which cast long and strange shadows along the walls. Across the hanger, a single vidscreen that hung on the wall sprung to life, showing an emaciated man sitting in a black office chair.

Had to seal the hanger, can’t let it out. The man said, his voice hoarse and raspy like someone had taken sandpaper to his vocal chords. Need to get to the center of the station,

The vidscreen would suddenly change to nothing but static for a few moments before returning to its normal state.

Stay away fr- Static. Elevator down bec-. Static. Whatever you do, don’t -.

Static.

Static.

Static.

The vidscreen would remain on only static. Whoever had just shown on it now seemed to be lost, at least for the time being.

If the group looked around the hanger, they would see a large set of double doors near the vidscreen. There was also a smaller door on the left and right sides of the hanger that each led to a different area of the station.

With little information to go on, the group would have some decisions to make.

Before they could do much, though, all of the terminals and screens in the hanger would light up at the same time, displaying the same static that the vidscreen had shown before. This time, though, the static sounded different. Almost like someone or something was trying to communicate with them but the sounds they were making were incomprehensible.

It almost sounded like screaming.

The screens would all turn off just as quickly as they’d come on, once again leaving the group standing in the dim, flickering emergency light.

Somewhere off in the distance, the keen of hearing could make out the sound of liquid falling from the ceiling and hitting the floor.

Drip, drip, drip

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[Trace]

Trace took in her surroundings as more people began to file in. Some were Sith, but she couldn't help note that the majority were, in fact, Jedi. That didn't bode very well and whatever the state of the galaxy's peril, she didn't trust Jedi to have her back when the dangers actually started.

She was about to answer Druagr's inquiry but was fortunately saved from having to admit that she had nothing by the fact that the hangar doors started to grind shut. The sound made her jump, her lightsaber springing up and to life in her hand as she spun, though, of course, it wasn't actually an attack. So maybe she was a little jumpy...

She lowered the saber but didn't actually turn it off as the video call began to play. She could make out the flow of the electricity through the board, imparting an image in her mind, but her attention was focused more on the voice, letting it sink in with every detail whether he was scared, worried, or any other mix of things.

And, of course, things cut out at the most critical bits. The real question on her mind was what "it" was, but she knew no one here was likely to have any answers to that. Before she could voice a plan, the room burst back to life with the sound of computer-screams and then silence again... well mostly silence. Except for that confounded dripping in the distance.

I don't know what the kriff that was, she said, trying to ignore the chill down her spine. But the only way out now is through.

Central door? she suggested, and would start making her way toward it to pass through unless someone objected.

Large enough for everyone to pass through easily and the most likely route to the center of the station. If we're going to believe Mr. Static, she said. And they really all should stay together...

 

[Darth Draugr]

Draugr took a look around at everyone present as they waited. He had seen a few familiar Jedi faces, some he had not but will remember. The Zabrak had an oozing coldness in the force around his body, those around would feel it grow they closer he got to anyone. His flicked back to the vidscreen as a warning of some sort came across it. The man looked worried and the only things they could make out were, 'Stay away from' and Elevator down bec' and 'Whatever you do, don't' so there wasn't much of anything to go off of. A tragedy really.

The Sith Master had looked at the rather large central door and then back to Trace. He wondered what exactly would be on the other side. Not out of fear, the Zabrak feared no one in the room, he was curious more than anything. Walking forward he would stop a few feet away from the door. Calling back to everyone he spoke in he raspy deep voice, "We stick together through this.. Korriban proves why we should."

Using the Force he would open the doors and prepare for whatever came on the other side. If the Jedi chose not to follow the orders of a Sith then they could go fuck themselves, but the Sith would know better than to disobey. "Now, let us remove whatever problem awaits."

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[Drow Venn]

Drow narrowed his eyes at Draugr's swaggering. To think that he'd actually shared a drink with this man while undercover. It'd be so easy to just stick a blaster in his ribs and open fire...

No. Much good as it would do the galaxy, the Jedi and Sith were at a ceasefire right now and, even if they weren't, Drow wasn't sure of the wisdom of killing one of the few beings that were trapped here with him. Sith though he may be, Draugr wasn't the cause of this chaos and this fear and it would be unwise to start fighting with allies now, much as his Shadow instincts, honed as they were to take down Sith quickly and quietly, might tell him otherwise.

No, for now, he'd hang back, observe and react. He wasn't sure if the other Jedi or even some of the Sith had IDed him but, even still, he felt it was worth it to keep his lightsaber hidden and turned off for now. One never knew when the element of surprise would come in handy and, besides, it wasn't as though he wasn't lethal with a blaster too. In fact, he'd been shooting long before he'd ever picked up his first lightsaber.

"I'll take my chances with the left door here. Anyone who wants to follow is welcome to." Drow said to the assembled group, putting his E-11 in the ready stance and preparing to open it. He had no particular reason to pick the left door but he also had no reason to trust the words of a disembodied voice so he figured this door was as good as any other. And if it wasn't, he trusted in his skills and in the Force enough to be able to deal with it. That being said, he quickly switched his blaster from stun to kill, prepared to shoot at anything aggressive that came his way.

TLDR: Drow chooses the left door and prepares to open it to enter, rifle at the ready and ready to shoot at anything coming his way.

 

[Anai Skhess]

The Kaleesh champion's eyes darted in the direction of the jedi, she obviously knew about the ceasefire...But she also knew about how often it had been broken by both sides. However, Anai wanted to think neither sith nor jedi would try to kill each other in such a situation, not until they could ensure their safety at least...But she couldn't help but give them piercing glares all the same, yellow eyes staring deep into their souls from behind her mask.

Surprised by the hangar doors getting locked, the Kaleesh quickly drew her lightsaber, looking around as she expected their unknown enemy to attack them at any given time, but instead she let out a dissappointed sigh as the man they had come to "rescue" explained why he did that and then probably died, if the strange screaming was anything to go by "Fool's last action was to lure more people inside a deathtrap, he should've told us to shoot the station down if it is really that much of a problem, die with some dignity..." Anai coldly stated, partly because this might as well been a trap all along, now they had to deal with whatever had ravaged the station.

The Kaleesh champion nodded in response to Draugr orders, and followed him lightsaber still in her hand before she stopped herself for a moment, her pointy ears twitching a little as she picked up on the sound of a liquid hitting the floor, signaling the others to stop for a moment "Something's dripping from the ceiling up ahead, keep an eye above us, just in case" Anai said loudly enough for both jedi and sith to hear it, it could be a water leak, it could be something else, so it was for the better that they were cautious.

@Altaris @Sreeya @Fantasy Liver @lizziie @Charles @Logan @Scoobert @Phoenix @Wit @Sicadorito

 

[Quin Leonkri]

At the sound of someone calling his name, Quin’s gaze flicked over in the direction of where it had come from. His new title would definitely take some time to get used to. Although, his momentary look of apprehension turned into a smile as he caught sight of Maura waving him over. An immense feeling of relief washed over him to see that there were other Jedi here, and without a second thought he made his way over.

“It’s good to see you all,” he said with a smile, but before he could ask if anyone else knew what was going on, his train of thought was suddenly cut off by the clicking of the hangar doors behind him. And then came the message. Hoping for some answers, he would listen carefully, keeping his hand tightly around the hilt of his saber. What couldn’t escape this place? His mind instantly jumped back to Killiks, but they couldn’t have gotten all the way out here, could they?

The interruptions caused by the static only caused him to feel even more on edge, and what sounded like screams that followed made him glance quickly at Maura. He didn’t know how she was feeling about all this, especially being the youngest one here among a group of Sith, no less. However, despite his own fear, he felt that he had a responsibility to keep her safe. With Tazlen’s hand on her shoulder, he could see that the other knight probably felt the same way. Whatever “it” was, he was determined to take care of it.

The Sith seemed to have already decided on going to the middle, but Quin was hesitant on following them. He wasn’t sure if the others were coming, and he certainly didn’t want to be the only Jedi there. Instead, he felt better joining the Ishi Tib at the left door.

“I’ll come with you. No one fights alone,” he said with a slight smile. Then, he would draw his saber and follow him into the left door.

Spoiler: TL;DR

Quin follows Drow to the left door

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[IG-101]

"I was wrong," Buddy would say after the hangar locked on everyone inside. It would seem that now they were forced to delve deeper into the station to find source of all this madness. The IG unit was not opposed at all by Draugr's point of sticking together. It seemed foolish to do something like that now. But, the optimistic droid only felt more determined to figure this mystery out.

"This is going to be very fun!"

IG-101 began making his way over to the blast door on the right with the rest of the Sith when the Ishi Tib and Quin decided to split up. Almost right after Draugr mentioned not splitting up the party. Buddy, though always pleasant, thought that the Jedi had some screws loose.

"Strength in numbers, friends! You might die and none of us would be able to deliver your bodies back to your homeworlds." The IG unit's voice was as happy sounding and joyous as it was when he first arrived. However, now that he thought about it, it probably added to the creepiness. Either way, he would be taking his leave with the Sith now- for better or for worse.
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Spoiler: TL/DR

Buddy goes with the Sith to the door on the Right. He tries to convince the others that want to split up, but leaves with the Sith nonetheless.

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[Maura Starwalk]

Maura kept an ear to Tazlen as he spoke, only half aware of his hand on her shoulder as her large, black eyes darted from person to person. There was, of course, Tazlen and Wax, as well as Quin. There was also an Ishi Tib with a rifle, a droid who seemed pretty chipper, and some guy who didn't seem to like that droid all that much. Finally, there was a group of about three Sith, one of which she recognized but couldn't remember the name of.

"Okay," came her quiet response to Tazlen. "I'll try." It didn't soothe the raised hairs on the back of her neck, but it made her feel a little better knowing she wasn't the only one who was creeped out by this place. It kind of reminded her of something her master had told her once: it was how she faced her emotions that made her a Jedi. So, with renewed confidence, Maura straightened her posture and marched deliberately after Quin, pulling Tazlen along with her if she could.

"We'll go with you too!" she called out to Drow and Quin, grouping Tazlen and Waz up in her use 'we'. There was very little of her that wanted to follow the Sith, especially with the Zabrak's bad vibes. Though, if she were to be honest... she might've picked the central door too.

Just as she reached the door, her long ears caught wind of the droid's cheerful warning. They pressed firmly against the side of her head after, and her nose scrunched up a bit at the notion. One, two, three, four, five... A rush of air exhaled from her nose. Technically, she wanted to say, they had the strength in numbers now. But she didn't, because she was too on edge to be snarky with strangers.

"Do you want to come with us, too?" When Maura turned to make sure Tazlen and Waz were indeed following, her black eyes settled on Veer. He didn't seem to like the droid, so maybe he would want to come with them, Maura figured. Plus, going with the Sith would always be a bad idea. They liked to do things like hurt other people to make themselves feel better, or at least that's what Grumpy McGrumpy Pants had told her.

Spoiler: tl;dr

Maura joins Quin and Drow at the left door and asks Veer if he wants to join them too.

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[Waxillium Drast]

Wax had followed Taz and Maura down the ramp, and had spent a few moments taking in the motley crew that had gathered to respond to the beacon. There was no mistaking the Sith, specially the Zabrak, and Maura seemed to know the other Jedi who had gathered. Which left them with a choice, left, right, or down the middle. He walked up towards the hangar door, watching the Sith and the droid move towards the center, while the other Jedi started moving towards the left. Sure, there was strength in numbers, but for whatever reason he had a feeling that someone had to go the third way, cover all their bases and such. Worst case scenario, they'd waste some time, double back and regroup.

"I think," he said in response to Maura's question to Veer, thinking it was addressed to everyone else left behind, which also included him and Taz, "someone needs to go down that way as well." He let out a whistle, catching the attention of the one who Maura had called Mater Leonkri. "Keep an eye on this one, anything happens to her its your ass on the line." He gave Maura another look, and gestured for her to follow. "Anything happens, message us at once."

He turned to Taz and Veer, and gestured towards the path down the right. "Come on," he told Taz as he began moving towards the right, "she'll be fine with the Masters, I have a feeling something's waiting for us down this way."

Spoiler: tl;dr

Wax asks Taz and Veer to accompany him down the right path, so ensure all paths are covered.

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