Talak's ship dropped out of hyperspace above Sullust and he braced himself for what was to come. This was a world that he could immediately sense was filled with darkness and pain. It was distinctly Sith in the impression that it gave him, and that was an impression he was all too familiar with. He’d spent his life growing up around this. No one could inflict misery like the dark side.
This begged the question: how long had the Sith had hold of this world? He’d heard rumors about worlds falling under their sway, but being here now and feeling it. He couldn’t mistake it. He only hoped he wasn’t too late. He and Crix had moved as quickly as they could to break into - or, uh, rather “liberate the records - from the communication station on Coruscant. That had brought him to here. Crix had not been happy when Talak had told him that he couldn’t actually come, but Talak was not going to survive this just to have Trys kill him for bringing her son into an active combat zone.
That all was assuming he made it out of here at all.
He reached out with his senses as he descended. Beyond the darkness and beyond the fear he could sense it. The swirls of black and red had that speck that was Trys, a purple and blue that he’d come to recognize oh so well. From a galaxy away he could sense it. Even with the closing in of pain and violence around her, she was there. And if he could sense her, that was a good sign. It meant there was more than just a chance.
I’m coming, Trys, he said quietly. He slipped two lightsabers onto his belt in preparation for might come. He was walking into the rancor’s den.
And he hoped he wasn’t alone. He had spread the word to anyone who would listen. Corran and Zad would no doubt have spread word through the Sector Rangers, Talak had spread it through the Jedi, and with fortune the Rangers would have gathered others from the FWA. It wasn’t unlike the Battle of Ryloth and he hoped that others would come. Trys had become a symbol of justice and the entirety of the Free Worlds. No doubt a mission to rescue her would draw in the best and the brightest.
Those who had heard the word would have also received the com channel. Encrypted and for use of the strike team. He took a deep breath in before reaching over to a panel on the display in front of him. With the press of a button he broadcast to whoever else would have come.
This is Jedi Knight Talak Rand to anyone on this frequency, does anyone copy, over? and then there was a moment’s silence as the ship set down on world.
This begged the question: how long had the Sith had hold of this world? He’d heard rumors about worlds falling under their sway, but being here now and feeling it. He couldn’t mistake it. He only hoped he wasn’t too late. He and Crix had moved as quickly as they could to break into - or, uh, rather “liberate the records - from the communication station on Coruscant. That had brought him to here. Crix had not been happy when Talak had told him that he couldn’t actually come, but Talak was not going to survive this just to have Trys kill him for bringing her son into an active combat zone.
That all was assuming he made it out of here at all.
He reached out with his senses as he descended. Beyond the darkness and beyond the fear he could sense it. The swirls of black and red had that speck that was Trys, a purple and blue that he’d come to recognize oh so well. From a galaxy away he could sense it. Even with the closing in of pain and violence around her, she was there. And if he could sense her, that was a good sign. It meant there was more than just a chance.
I’m coming, Trys, he said quietly. He slipped two lightsabers onto his belt in preparation for might come. He was walking into the rancor’s den.
And he hoped he wasn’t alone. He had spread the word to anyone who would listen. Corran and Zad would no doubt have spread word through the Sector Rangers, Talak had spread it through the Jedi, and with fortune the Rangers would have gathered others from the FWA. It wasn’t unlike the Battle of Ryloth and he hoped that others would come. Trys had become a symbol of justice and the entirety of the Free Worlds. No doubt a mission to rescue her would draw in the best and the brightest.
Those who had heard the word would have also received the com channel. Encrypted and for use of the strike team. He took a deep breath in before reaching over to a panel on the display in front of him. With the press of a button he broadcast to whoever else would have come.
This is Jedi Knight Talak Rand to anyone on this frequency, does anyone copy, over? and then there was a moment’s silence as the ship set down on world.
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