Ask Event Stygian Reaches Deepest Dark

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Team Doctor

After leaving the now burnt, charred and broken woman to her fate, Trodai had a satisfied smirk upon his face. He rather needed that, she had provided him the perfect vent for his frustrations. As he sat in the shuttle, slightly adjusting his environmental suit, he spoke to the Doctor and this inside who no doubt wondered what just happened, although he noted as well the white haired man had gone to see to the recipient of his ire. His wrath and rage and of the other Sith.

He saw no point, he should leave her to her deserved fate he thought. But if the white haired man wanted to waste time on such a weak individual, a insolent human woman who thought she could stick her nose into Sith affairs that was up to him.

"Sorry about that Doctor. I had to deal with a pest."

He listened as the Doctor spoke about anything living in the space station, agreeing. It was highly likely something was there, but what form of life was another matter entirely. Most likely he imagined it wouldn't be friendly if last excursions had been any indication. This place and the feeling it gave off, the calling of rage did not sit well. He had no desire to fight another primordial entity, although that was likely the case.

Trodai observed out of a view port, noting the clear path but checking just in case.

As the shuttle landed, he did a preliminary investigation. Accessing the area as he observed and took note of everything around as he slowly exited the ship. He motioned Kyssiria to stay close as he moved towards what seemed the only thing worth note in the hangar. All he saw was dust, emptiness and a strange looking ship that reminded him of a brick. He was intrigued by the statues, taking note of the bi-pedal creatures represented. Taking out his EZPhone he took a few pictures. Just in case they came in handy later.

And them he saw the message as he motioned his apprentice closer. As he looked upon the strange words, he was surprised. For some reason he found himself recognising some of them and what it said. He knew them since they appeared to look like some form of language that somewhere, at some point in history, shared common roots with the language of the Sith Pureblood Priests he knew back home on Korriban. The cursive and way it looked suggested it and was undeniable. He couldn't figure it all out but what he did understand did not bode well for the group if they opened the door as he looked upon the bottom. Especially as when he tried checking with the Force, the Dark Side gave him no warnings. Nothing.

He spoke aloud. Even as in his mind he read it, understanding it to read as "Death Resides Within".

"Come apprentice. Tell me what do you make of this?" he said, knowing but figured a quick impromptu lesson would do no harm. To see if she understood it as he did and actually did take in some of what he said. He called the others over only after she would answer.

"Doctor! All of you, you might want to hear this. I recognise some of what this says. Looks like at some point some ancestors of the Pureblood Priests came through here. I can't make out it all but the bottom message I understand and it's not good. It says Death Resides Within. Sounds like a warning, yet I feel no such warnings in the Dark Side of the Force."

Spoiler: Roll

D20: 20

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[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

Team Doctor

After the small situation with the woman, Caerllion and the other Sith had entered the shuttle. It seemed that their group had become reduced to the doctor, a Padawan, the Mouse and them. The white-haired man that had joined them early had left, perhaps to help what was left of the insolent Force user.

While the Annfyn felt indignant with the way that the Doctor talked, the Chiss had a point. They were going to an unknown space station, while the Force around them screamed with rage. They needed to focus if they wanted to leave this place alive.

Their arrival at the station was uneventful. With the exception of some debris flying around, which their pilot had evaded very well. Once they landed and Caerllion left the shuttle, he saw the abandoned state of the place. It seemed that no one came here for a long time. If he had to bet, Caerllion would say that the previous visitors came here at least a thousand of years ago.

He decided to stay close to Trodai and Kyssiara. The message that he had received early from the Force still remained fresh on his mind, leaving him with a feeling of danger. Due to that, he believed that staying together would give them more chances of fighting off any surprise attack.

Caerllion watched the rest of the team leave the shuttle before following the Purebloods inside the corridor. When he entered, they were talking about something that he didn’t pay attention to. Because he was distracted staring at the strange statues that surrounded the place. He never saw this type of architecture before.

The voice of his ex-apprentice took his attention away from the bizarre statues. Caerllion rushed to where the Purebloods had been, stopping next to Trodai. He stared at the message in the door. “Obviously it was going to be a warning of certain death.” the Annfyn sighed. “Even if we feel nothing. We need to be careful and stay together. Maybe there is some type of killing machine or out of control droids there.” he gestured to the door, but didn’t believe in these words.

There was something bad happening there, Caerllion was sure of that.

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[Alhazred]

TEAM PROFESSOR

As the ship landed, Alhazred mentally sent a picture to his spawn on his back. Perhaps it was just becoming a habit, or perhaps it was to ease his mind, but he found the more he spent time with his spawn, the more he instinctually sent it images in his head and allowed it to talk back to him. Perhaps this was why he missed the fact that one of the Jedi left the group. The image he sent was that of the group he was with, as well as a feeling of unease comradery. Not exactly friends, but companions. The image sent back to him wasn't exactly clear either, but Alhazred wasn't expecting his young to understand such complex things yet.

Stepping off the ship's ramp, Alhazred removed his helmet to look around. "How peculiar..." Alhazred stated. He didn't have time to study anything, as the Togruta pilot called on him to cover her back. He nodded and began to follow behind her towards the door.

For an Imperial, she is quite trusting of a Jedi... Alhazred thought to himself, noting the armor the Togruta @Interdictor had on. Though I never expected a Togruta to be an Imperial...

"Do you think they will be friendly towards us?" Alhazred whispered to the Togruta, not due to nerves but underdeveloped vocal cords. As she knocked, he mentally prepared himself in the Force to defend himself and his companion.

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[Rina Oziaf]

TEAM DOCTOR

Rina stood frozen as Trodai (@Akheron) strode past her, leaving a broken and scorched sentient in his wake. The little Tintinna had felt the Sith's expenditure of power; she had always been able to "feel" such things, but had always been afraid to seek an explanation for it.

Regardless, by the time Rina had collected herself enough to bolt, the shuttle had already buttoned up and left the docking bay. She tried not to look at her teammates as they made the transit, wondering now just what in the nine hells she had been roped into...

Rina checked her helmet once more as the shuttle's boarding ramp lowered, looking around at the interior of the disused hangar. She was briefly drawn to the blocky ship that occupied the space alongside their more familiar transport; Rina by no means had an exhaustive familiarity with the Galaxy's many starship types, but there was something about this ship which struck her as particularly... unfamiliar. She did not have time to dwell on the notion, realizing that the rest of the group had moved on without her. Glancing at the heavy footsteps in the dust, she shivered, and then scurried after the others; the Sith did not exactly reassure her, but they were more familiar than anything else around.

When she reached the group, having slowed to look up at the strange, metallic statues, Rina found them clustered around a door. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the strange text scrawled above the controls, and then to the controls themselves. Swallowing, she came forward.

"Killer droids?" Rina said, catching the tail end of what Caerllion (@LouJoVi) had said. "I mean... d-does that follow?"

Rina, having spent a good deal of her career around droids, tended to give machines the benefit of the doubt. In her experience, so-called "mad droids" tended to owe their behavior to improper programming or faulty construction at the hand of an organic. She'd heard of the Instance 13 dataplague, of course, but how common could such things be? And in what might well be another Galaxy, no less!

She walked closer, peering up at the door control.

"One thing's for sure... I've never seen instrumentation quite like this. Although it seems simple enough."

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[Kyssiara Serket]

Team Doctor​

Kyssiara sat near the front of the shuttle next to Iymril and across from her master, angry thoughts still lingering on the broken, smoking woman. She had trampled on the Pureblood's pride, on her honor, and her intrusion had put Kyssiara in a worse position. What had started as a simple, likely forgettable transgression for speaking out of turn had become a situation where the acolyte's actions were ultimately responsible for everything that followed; she'd have a hill to climb to redeem herself.

The first step towards that would be to make some good come out of the whole altercation. Kyssiara reached into her satchel, removing the short vial of blood she'd successfully extracted from the Force-user's unconscious body and leaning towards Iymril. "If ya'd allow me to make up for the distraction my comments led to..." she whispered, careful to make sure nobody else might overhear. Surely those big, pointy Sephi ears were better than average. "I took the opportunity to procure a sample that might help identify the wretch who interfered in our affairs." The acolyte offered the vial to Iymril as discreetly as possible, allowing them to take it if they wished. "Or failing that," Kyssiara continued, "inflict further suffering should she manage to survive."

After the Sephi champion's response one way or the other, the Pureblood's gaze and thoughts returned to the other smokin' woman: the redhead girl piloting the ship. Kyssiara's eyes remained afixed to the girl's half-visible side profile, the slightest of smiles slowly spreading across her face until the shuttle's landing snapped her out of it. It was then that the acolyte's logical brain finally caught up to the present, putting two and two together as she realized the pilot had come from the other group. The Jedi group. Kyssiara's head quickly snapped back around to face the lowering exit ramp as she felt her face heating up. This was NOT the time for distractions, much less allowing herself to be distracted by the enemy. How foolish was she?

The Pureblood hurried down the shuttle's exit ramp and fell into pace next to her master, eager to escape the distractions in her mind. The hangar they'd all landed in appeared to be empty and abandoned, yet that did nothing to quell Kyssiara's worries. The place was eerie enough, but the line of footprints through the thick layer of dust proved that something else was here with them; and she was in no rush to meet the group's "hosts."

Before long, Trodai motioned her over to a strange message in a foreign script. Well, perhaps not too foreign; the closer Kyssiara looked at it, the more it reminded her of the Purebloods' native language. "A few of these look a bit like ur-Kittât, don't they?" she replied to her master's question, moving closer to trace the strokes with a finger. "I ain't too familiar with the ancient script, but I recognize some of these letters; this looks like an "i" here, here, and here, and this middle word looks like it might start with an "r" with "s's" in the middle and end. 'Resides,' maybe? I can't fully make it out."

Luckily for the group, it appeared her master could actually read and understand the whole thing, providing the group with useful (and totally not ominous) information that "Death resides within." Of course. What else could it have possibly been besides creepy? "How charming." Kyssiara noted, attempting to appear far more confident than she actually was. She'd never admit it, but the acolyte was thouroughly creeped out and was starting to wish she'd stayed home on Umbara. She let the mouse-like alien investigate the door, already starting to draw on the Force as if tensing a muscle to prepare for whatever inevitably went wrong next.

Spoiler: Text Comprehension Roll

13

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[Iymril]

Team Doctor​

Iymril sat in perfect silence as the other Sith slid into seats around them. They didn’t tense or react at all, particularly when the acolyte took a seat beside them. She had done more than simply make a mess of things, her actions had forced the hand of three Sith. Her thoughtlessness, rebellious attitude, and lack of respect for her Master had led to their group being down two members. One of which was a doctor.

Plus, the most unforgivable offense, their nails were ruined.

So when she spoke, Iymril didn’t seem to pay her any attention. When the acolyte offered Iymril a vial of the burnt woman’s blood, Iymril simply extended a hand in her direction and opened their palm. They would accept the acolyte’s gift. It didn’t redeem her in Iymril’s eyes but it was a reminder of her resourcefulness and a step in the right direction.

The Sephi would slide the vial into their pocket and spend the rest of the trip in utter silence and neutrality.

When ship finally touched down and all of the Doctor’s group filed out, Iymril ensured they were somewhere in the middle of the pack. They had no want to file recklessly into danger but neither did they care do the idea of being picked off by some unseen force at the rear. There was relative safety in the middle of a group, so that is where they remained.

The group followed the tracks leading from a blocky ship, down a corridor, and to a dimly lit hallway. At the end was a message written in a language that was vaguely familiar to them but before they could begin translating, Trodai read the inscription out-loud.

Death resides within? Great.

“We have no where to go but forward.” They stated, their voice not revealing the depths of their displeasure. “The door, Acolyte.” Iymril indicated for her to open the door and step through first. @René

If there was a risk to be taken, it only made sense for the Acolyte to be the one to do it. She’d either be fine, die horribly, or evade death and prove her strength. It didn’t matter to Iymril, she was an Acolyte and Acolytes were expendable after all.

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[Theia Durand]

Team Doctor

Theia paused and turned around quickly before walking up the ramp of the shuttle, feeling the sudden surge of the darkside wash through her like a ripe tide. It put the young jedi on alert, feeling the need to jump into action as the confrontation between the group of sith was swift and unforgiving. She felt a moment of helplessness, as quick as the woman had spoken she was crippled, the white-haired doctor rushing to help along with the other medical techs. She questioned what she could have done, fantasy versus reality, knowing she would possibly end the same as that woman or worse if she would try to take them all on herself. And for what?

The padawan knew the darkside and the Sith were cruel, but now she understood exactly what it meant.

She felt a hand on her shoulder from the Chiss Doctor (@Nefieslab), his faith in her bringing her some calm to her emotions as she gave a nod and headed on board for a relatively smooth and uneventful flight from the Wildcard to the station. Except they were down two party members, realizing the doctor McHots (@Sreeya) didn't come with them.

Dammit...

She certainly didn't trust the sith to handle any injuries anyone obtained, and did trust it would be them getting the rest of the party injured. So not only were they cruel, but they were also stupid... the padawan would mentally bookmark that for any future encounters.

Glancing over the sensors, Theia was relieved that the station was still pressurized and the atmosphere was breathable, though she would be surprised to see another ship in the hanger. She didn't recogize the design and she was familiar with some of the rarest seen in the galaxy while attending with her mother in her work. Exiting the craft, the others carried forward as Theia's steps were slower, taking in the semi-shut hanger, noticing the stuck panels - were they damaged by something, either forced open...or did someone try to close them but the station was just sitting here for that long it rusted out and couldn't close. Her lips pursed in thought as she noticed the small mouse-like individual (@AutoFox) took notice of the ship too, but carried on with the rest of the group.

Theia continued to the blocky ship, noticing the footprints that lead to the opening or doorway of some sort. Though what bothered here were several things....

One, they arrived here before them, but not long enough that dust has collected in their footprints. Two, this hanger would have been in disuse for some time to collect this much dust in general, so how long has this station been here? Third, as she glanced around briefly for other signs of the party that arrive to have left, like another empty space where a ship once sat, and foot prints returning back to the hanger, she couldn't be sure those who arrived here before them, had left. So did that mean they came here, forced their way inside, thus the stuck panels... and didn't leave?

While the others went to check out the doorway, Theia started checking the ship, looking for a door or a ramp to see who exactly came here, and for what purpose. Her fingers ran along the metal hull, quietly using her senses to feel for the electrical signals and alike to gain a path onboard and some answer to the guests before them.

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[Kaedan]

Team Professor
Kaedan held on as Kaala flew the ship. Her flying was pretty smooth which felt great. Having a ship that flew this smooth was a good change of pace. He wouldn't trade his ship for anything though. Maybe he should get a professional take a look at it though. Well, he would need to get back to his galaxy first. When the ship landed he rose from his seat. It was a somewhat rough landing but he had been in worse ones.

He rose from his seat and slowly left the shuttle, allowing others to leave before him. He looked over at the stalls, seeing the different stalls filled with their products but no employees or customers. As he kept looking around cautiously, he heard the pilot speak to his fellow knight, asking or more so making a request for him to cover her. He also heard the response from the Fiani agent.

Seeing that the atmosphere was breathable, he took the helmet of the suit off. As he slowly walked around he quieted his mind. He could hear something in the distance. It sounded like cloth rustling. Then there was that other sound. Was someone crying? Since there wasn't much intel on the place they were in, he decided to try something different.

Kaedan walked up to the freshly scattered products and the shopping baskets. He knelt and took a deep breath. "If anyone is available to cover me, that would be appreciated. I am going to try to use the force to see if I can find out what happened here." He closed his eyes and listened. He focused on the sobbing, trying to connect and hear the person or thing crying.

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OOC Note: Kaedan is attempting to Use Force Sense to try to hear the person sobbing

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[Merian Sere]

On the Wildcard


The first attack hadn’t been altogether unexpected.

Though her move meant she wasn’t in a position to defend herself perfectly, that at least one of four dark side users saw fit to intervene was a likely outcome. Merian accepted that.

But when the second attack came, from the man whose quip in support of the acolyte had let Merian believe he might stay out of it, she realized her risk had gone wrong. Crawling by the wall, still reeling from the impact and attacked on multiple fronts, she didn’t even try getting up. What good would it be? Already the giant Pureblood was closing in to claim his due. Even the girl, the one she’d thrown away the mission for because she’d done her the disservice of reminding her of herself. Closing in, knife drawn, like she was a fish ripe for gutting. She could have laughed at the absurdity of it. Standing up for a Sith. Death would be easier than dealing with the downfall.

Only the most primal sense of self-preservation let her use the remains of her considerable power to mitigate the worst blows of the giant’s Force assault. By the time the knife touched her skin, Merian felt nothing anymore. Not the agonizing rest of it, not the cold floor, not the medic kneeling at her side. She was back on Iloh, adrift in some ocean, but she didn’t feel the waves.

Only floating, and peace, and sinking.

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The pain returned before consciousness did.

Whatever Rowan had given her wasn’t enough. Nothing would be enough until she was put back under. Every part of her was screaming, like her bones were grinding themselves to dust with the tiniest movement. Staying still barely made a difference. Pained moans escaped her, uncontrollable, before her eyes could even open. She didn’t know where she was. Or when. Only that death would have been preferable. Never again could Merian live with herself.

It was some time before she even registered the presence beside her. Was it a man?

“M—Maros?”

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[Rowan Allaird]

Wildcard


“Up the dose to 500 mcg,” Rowan calmly called out to the droid assistants over the woman’s agonized moans of pain. Soon enough, she would feel numbing relief and a cold sensation through all her extremities. She already had various bacta patches and ointments on her to help the burns heal, but Sith Lightning was a bit out of his depth. Nonetheless, Merian was out of any immediate danger with most of her injuries superficial.

The Arkanian loomed over his patient after a moment, his shock of white hair enough to confirm he wasn’t who she thought, “M’am?” He asked calmly, “You are in the medical bay still aboard the Wildcard,” He explained slowly, knowing she was still reeling from a measure of shock, “You were attacked by multiple….Sith. I recovered and stabilized you. You will make a full recovery,” He said, his voice projecting confidence unlike what she would have witnessed earlier when Rowan was about to descend to the space station. This was his element, so it didn’t make him nervous.

“What is your name?” He asked before his gaze flicked to the droids, “Give me a vitals check. Fix that IV,” Merian had some hairline fractures from whatever the Pureblood male did to her, but she fortunately mitigated the worst of it. Rowan’s gaze flicked back to Merian, focusing his attention solely back on her for her response.

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[The Gatekeeper]

Team Professor
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The market made in the old hanger bay was eerie, no doubt, but not in the same way that the abandoned hanger way for the doctor's team. Instead, it was eerie because the more that Nye, Four and Kaedan looked around, the more they would uncover that told them that the market was recently in use.

There were small slithers of metal that Nye was able to find, tucked away on the market stalls, slightly out of the way. They were regular in shape and many of them were imprinted with the same characters - with a sudden inspiration, Nye would realise that he was handling hard currency of a kind he had never seen before. The similarity to the Hutt Peggat, albeit an older printing, was immediate.

Four, as they looked around, would be the one to hear a sound in the distance - her ears far more sensitive than the others going through the market. The sound was something like rustling fabric but something caught her attention beyond that. Her hears would twitch as the sound of a soft, high pitched, whimper carried across the empty hanger.

Kaedan's own search, aided with the Force, wouldn't give him the clarity that those trained in Psychometry would receive but it would give him a sense through the Force that there was no trauma here. There was nothing to indicate anything was amiss, except for the fact that everyone who had been here was gone. Instead, the Force would be humming in the air, alive with the typical mixture of the Light and the Dark.

Kaala's march to the door would be made easy by the clear emergency-style markings directing traffic towards the locked blast door. As Alhazred and the Professor would hurry along behind her, getting to the door at the same time as she was knocking. The Professor rubbed his hands together as the younger person knocked on the door.

"Oh this is so exciting...!"

There was a pause, a moment where nothing happened.

Then, a hatch at the top of the doorway opened up - just enough for an electronic camera on a metal stalk to poke out and stare down at the trio. It zoomed in and out audibly for a moment before the door panel buzzed and a tinny voice called out in a language that none of them understood.

"Níl aon airgead againn duit anseo. Imigh leat!"

Even through the bad audio quality, and despite the lack of comprehension, there was a sense that the voice was trying to urge them to leave. It was pushy but with an undercurrent of fear in the tone.

Team Doctor
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The empty hanger that the Doctor's team landed in allowed every sound to echo throughout, every step that they took reverberated and rebounded, reiterating that they were so alone. Which was what made it all the worse when there were still signs that someone, or something, had been visiting the area fairly recently. As Theia was able to deduce, the evidence presented did suggest that the driver of the other ship had arrived before them but after the dust had settled.

As she approached the strange shuttle, the padawan would notice that the door to the shuttle was firmly locked but it appeared to be a more physical lock than the digital locks that more modern starships were equipped with. Instead of using a keypad, it looked like there was an indent for a physical key to be used to open it.

Over at the main door forward, the assembled Sith were able to puzzle out some of the meaning behind the writing on the door despite not having an exact translation.

Under the watchful gazes of the sentinels on both sides of the corridor, the Sith readied themselves - specifically with the acolyte being 'volunteered' to be first through the breach. Rina would be able to see that the console for the door was in good repair but quite old. But it was odd in that it was almost like a fairly "modern" version of an old design - as though the makers of the door still seemed to think that the outdated tech was perfectly functional as a security function.

It wasn't damaged, but it did show clear signs that it had been locked into the closed position fairly recently... as in, within the last hour recently.

As they examined the door, they would also be able to tell that the warning, written on the door, was... dripping. It wasn't blood - or at least not any kind they knew - but instead seemed to have the consistency of freshly applied paint. All signs pointed to this warning being fresh but designed to appear more ominous than it would be otherwise.

As they waited for the Acolyte and mouse woman to finish their examination of the door and start to open it, a small light began to glow, illuminating the corridor... accompanied by a grinding of metal against metal as one of the "statues" turned the rounded head to stare at the assembled group with a red optic glowing through a visor of transparent material built into the middle of the head piece.

It didn't move further.

It didn't say anything.

It just watched.

Then, almost too fast to be heard properly, a burst of binary erupted from speakers designed to be booming and loud.

"01000100."

On The Wildcard
@Sreeya @Volene​

"Of course, Doctor."

The reply was crisp, robotic, but laced with a small measure of empathy that was often missing from droids. They worked with their in-built instruments and with those from the medical bay. There was more work to be done but the droid in question was a combat medic model rather than a surgical droid - there were limits designed into it.

Still, it operated as a skilled pair of hands and tools for Rowan to use.

As Merian came back around, the medic droid that had been acting as the assistant to Rowan took a step back, to avoid crowding the patient. Its head tracked as Rowan gave his reassurances about her making a full recovery - it made no comment, it was a medic, not a full doctor droid.

It went to work on his command.

"Vitals steadying, Doctor. Patient is well within parameters for her species and age range..." the droid trailed off slightly, eyeing both Rowan and Merian before adding, "... please do advise if you need your pain medication levels adjusting for comfort."

It went back to work, fixing and securing the IV for a longer stay in the medical bay. As this was happening, the medical bay's in-built com unit came to life and a series of bird-like squawks were heard. The medic droid nodded a few times before ending the call and turning to the attending doctor and patient.

"Captain Outcard wishes to assure you both that all measures will be made to ensure you are kept separate from the aggressors while aboard his ship." the droid translated, its optics switching between the two of them, "He asks that you forward any accommodation requests to him directly so that allowances and arrangements can be made."

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Team Doctor

Trodai looked as the Jedi took to the brick looking ship. Perhaps it would provide some answers, perhaps not but for now he paid it no concern. He was more concerned with what might potentially lay behind the door, especially with the ominous warning upon it, a warning he took for the seriousness it conveyed. Trodai motioned for Kyssiria to step forwards and have her very little choice but to accept. Especially after the altercation that she had been the cause of.

She was on a very tight leash and thin ice so far as he was concerned. He would watch her very closely for she was supposed to be representing him and so far he had found her lacking. Instead she had created a massive mess that he had been forced to intervene in. So as part of additional punishment, one she would suffer throughout their time on the expedition if he could help it, she would be 'volunteered ' to clear any room they encountered first. While his Apprentice she was afterall still expendable until she proved herself otherwise. He would continue to scrutinise her, throughout. For this was a text just as much as any other he had given her.

So far she had failed and had alot to make up for. But with her explanation he did see some of the potential there he knew she had. He considered he probably needed to break her a bit more, but his thoughts were interrupted by a further examination of the writing, as he looked upon it be noted how the writing was dripping. Not of blood, he knew the smell of blood and the basic look having sent plenty to an early grave. No this was different, this was paint.

His heightened Pureblood senses could smell it. It was fresh paint, which meant whoever write the message was still close by. This made Trodai step back a few steps at the revelation they were not alone, just as he had suspected might happen. He became further cautious and suspicious when the statues moved and the glow illuminated the corridor. He didn't trust it at all.

He had visited enough tombs and seen enough movies to know moving statues were never a good thing. It usually meant a trap of some sort. Usually poisoned arrows, fire, gas, spikes or some other implement of death and maiming intended to cause harm. And so he willed his Apprentice forwards to check it out even as he looked upon the optic looking at them.

"Go on my Apprentice. Get the door for us, and make sure the way is clear."

he said agreeing with Lymril to send her before them. Afterall what was an apprentice for if not also to use to test for traps for their Master and make sure it was safe. He heard the binary only as loud squeaking, causing him to briefly shake his head before continuing as he was doing as he spoke.

"What was that!?" he said aloud "Anyone hear what that was."

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[Nye]

Team Professor | Market — It was increasingly obvious that the market was recently in use as he surveyed the area. Yet the whole place is one big ghost town. Who is here? Better question, where did they go? Perhaps even more important, why? And then before too long, his eyes would come across snippets of metal. The reflection caught his eyes. He would pick up one of them to examine it. He's never seen something like this before, but they bare an odd resemblance. "These look like Hutt Peggats. But not quite." he answered the cat-lady who is nice enough to keep overwatch. "They look different. More archaic looking." he explained.

"Maybe this place has some sort of connection with the Hutts?" It's a little unlikely to be a coincidence. Although he doesn't know how far it goes. He may not sure he likes that, but he knows he doesn't care for the Hutts all that much. Nye would then casually pocket a handful of them without second thought. Samples to return home. Curious.

"I wonder what else is out here." he would go deeper into the market to continue his recon of the area , not caring about the Jedi or the professor anymore at this point. Maybe he will find more interesting and (more) valuable stuff.

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[Alhazred]

TEAM PROFESSOR

"Well...that answers my question... I think" Alhazred stated plainly after the electronic camera spoke to the three. He looked at the Togruta. "Did you understand any of that? It sounds familiar, but I must confess, I'm unsure where I've heard it before. "

Alhazred stroked his face tendrils in thought a few moments. The camera hadn't retreated at all, so it was safe to assume they were still being observed. Even if they didn't speak basic, perhaps they understood it, like Wookies or Gamorrean?

"Hello, unknown individuals..." Alhazred stated outloud. "We wish you no harm. I am Alhazred, and I am a Jedi. We are in need of help, and I sense you might need help as well. Please, if you cannot speak basic, I can speak with you telepathically if I meet with someone face to face. I give my word on the Force and the Dead God that no harm will come to you"

Alhazred looked at the two with him. "I don't feel it wise to break in . If the signs of the debris is any indication, these people are scared, and a break in might send people into a panic, something I'd hate to be the cause of"

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[Merian Sere]

On the Wildcard

The cold hit her before the relief, and for a moment Merian was elsewhere.

“No, no,” she protested, barely above a whisper. Her limbs tightened. “I need my drysuit. I hate cold water.” Her incoherent speech illustrated the haze the knight was in. But after a few seconds, she relaxed as whatever increase Rowan ordered worked its magic. Comfort. Squawking and a droid voice. How could she not be dreaming?

Her empty eyes like stared through Rowan and at the ceiling, unmoving. She caught all he said though she didn’t react. Full recovery. It sounded like a verdict. Sentence to life.

Then he asked her name, and even after all he’d done for her, in any other scenario, Merian would have lied without a second thought. But the pain and the drugs had stripped her defenses down to nothing.

“Merian,” she croaked.

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[Kaala]

Kaala frowned as she thought over the Nu-Vaal's words. "Chaos might lead to inadvertent conflict, true. However, the voice sounded scared…perhaps there is something wrong, and the person on the other end wishes to protect us. Or there is an illegal operation underway, and they believe we are law enforcement," she mused quietly, half to herself and half to her companions. Finally she holstered her pistol and retrieved her carbine from the floor. "The detonator on this armor is still functional, but I would like to refrain from using it unless absolutely needed." The Togruta paused. "Vaze, see if you can find a computer port and override the door controls. Oh, and see if you can find what in the name of Tano is going on!" The small bipedal droid beeped in confirmation, searching for a computer socket. If he found one, he would plug in and open the door, as well as attempt to gather info on the station. Kaala placed her helmet on her head and hleveled her blaster carbine at the door.
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[Cipher Four]

Team Professor

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___Four listened intently to Nye (@The Good Doctor) as he shared his observations, her ears flicking. When she heard that faint sound of rustling fabric, her attention immediately pulled to the side and her rifle with it. Her eyes narrowed as her ears pricked up and swivelled, trying to pick up on the origin of the noise. Then, she heard the dull, pitiable mewling of what sounded like a child. Whether it was human or otherwise, she couldn't tell.

___"It could, although I'd prefer it didn't," Four answered Nye's inquiry. She followed him as he proceeded deeper into the market; thanks to her perceptive hearing, she could follow him without facing him. "Do you hear that?" she asked. It was a long shot, but she had to ask. "It sounds like whimpering. It might be a child, but I don't know for sure. I can't figure out where it's coming from, either," Four stated. "There's too much of an echo, and this place is too big to pinpoint such a minor sound."

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[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

Team Doctor

“Yes, Acolyte. We will be right behind you.” Caerllion voiced his support for the idea of sending Kyssiara to open the door first. Since she was the individual with the lowest rank, the Pureblood would not be missed if there was some trap for waiting at the entrance. After all, the exchange from early on showed that Trodai wasn’t really close with her. He could find something better among other Acolytes if it was necessary.

True to what he had said to the Pureblood, Caerllion was really behind her. More precisely 5 feet. He didn’t want to risk being hit by a blaster or a flamethrower if there was any trap that would be activated when the door was open. For precaution, the Annfyn decided to take another step back.

Before the door could be open, some type of light illuminated the corridor. The sound of metal moving immediately made Caerllion turn around, right on time to see the statues moving. If before he felt that they were suspicious and could even be droids, now he was pretty sure of that.

The loud sound that came from the speakers made Caerllion wince and wanted to cover his ears. Sometimes he regretted having such a keen hearing. “Yes, I heard that.” he answered Trodai. “It seemed to be some type of binary. Anyone here understand what was being said?”

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[Kyssiara Serket]

First Iymril, then Trodai, and even the Annfyn champion; Kyssiara gulped as she faced the door, realizing she really had no choice in the matter. Given the pit she'd dug herself into, the thought of a snide comment didn't even surface in her mind. There was only one path forward, one where she either proved herself or died to some trap so that the champions might live. She would not die here.

Kyssiara approached the door, examining it closer before she dove head-first into whatever trap lay behind it. The message. Whatever had been used to write it was running. The Pureblood dabbed at it with her finger, rubbing it between her thumb and index finger as she lifted her hand up to her face to smell it. Paint. Relatively fresh, at that. Whoever had written this wasn't some ancient evil, but more likely the owner of the giant brick back in the hangar; but that didn't mean Kyssiara was willing to dismiss the message entirely.

As the girl began to steel her nerves, the sound of grinding metal behind the group caused her to freeze. She looked, eyeing the statue's bright red optical sensor with a cautious gaze before the speakers blared out some kind of message she couldn't understand. The other side of the door suddenly didn't seem so bad. "Well, death it is." Kyssiara muttered to herself, drawing on the Force as her right hand formed the sign for pyrokinesis in preparation for whatever lay beyond. The acolyte pressed a button on the nearby keypad to open the door, intending to enter through it with as much caution as possible; slowly, carefully, and with the small orange orb between her fingers extended with the intention of blasting anything that attacked her.

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[Rina Oziaf]

TEAM DOCTOR

Upon hearing the brief burst of sound, Rina looked up from the door, directly into the glowing eyes of one of the statues. She took an involuntary step back, bumping into Trodai's (@Akheron) legs. She hastily corrected her stance, glancing fearfully up at the Sith, then back at the statue, which continued to regard her.

"B-... Binary!" the Tintinna blurted. "That statue just spoke in code-burst! Uh..."

Rina studied the statue, taking a step toward it. It reminded her, vaguely, of an archaic model of droid she had once seen, a literal museum piece in a collection she had visited during her years at university; a heavy labor machine, unarmed but for the strength inherent in its over-built servos. This one had emitted a variant of Binary, the universal droid language; Rina had spent a good deal of time overseeing droids which communicated exclusively in such, and though it took her a moment to puzzle out the dialect, she found she was able to translate.

She pointed at the statue.

"That... that's a droid!" Rina blurted. "It seems to think we're technicians... wants to know if we need any help!"

Abruptly, Rina heard the door whoosh open. She glanced at the open entrance for a moment, before looking back up at the machine. She racked her brain; could she speak to it? For some reason, she found it unlikely that it could understand Basic.

"Um..."

Rina dug in a pocket. After a moment, she withdrew a small datapad; it was a nearly disposable type, capable of displaying text and video, or taking dictation. Even so, Rina thought it might be able to do what she needed it to; opening a basic text-to-speech program that came with the device, she punched in a series of numbers, then pressed "play."

"01010000."

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Rolled 1d20, result 18.