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[Sah'ra Ryun]

Sah’ra kneeled in the main chamber of the requisitioned CCM-220 freighter as it burned through hyperspace. It had been an arduous journey, much as Starck had explained it would be, with multiple realignments between jumps as well as other more dangerous obstacles but it seemed that they finally were closing in on their goal. Starck had proven valuable on multiple occasions but his innate knowledge of how to reach the Ascendency from his mother’s tales partnered with the recovered documents her ancestor had once held had provided them with the clarity needed to make the journey.

Alone, Tren in the pilot’s chair and Starck somewhere else on the small ship, Sah’ra would meditate and work towards finding her center before their arrival. Undoubtedly they would not be welcomed with open arms given the nature of the Chiss Ascendency but with cool heads and silver tongues then perhaps a meeting could be arranged. Alas, time would tell but between now and then, she needed to prepare.

Time would pass but before they could expect to have arrived at the Chiss homeworld, the freighter began to shake tremendously as it was forced out of hyperspace. Her eyes snapping wide open, Sah’ra pushed herself to her feet, her long black dress billowing at her feet as she hurried to the cockpit, placing her hand on the cabin wall to support her during the violent spasms their vessel was experiencing. Arriving behind her brother who had squeezed himself into the chair at the ship’s helm, she watched as he struggled to break the ship free from the invisible force that had grabbed them.

”What matter of disturbance is this?” Sah’ra asked her brother as she slid down into the co-pilot’s chair and began to read the scanners. Behind them, it was clear that a large frigate of some sort had them in a tractor beam. It didn’t take her long to put together that it must have a gravity well generator built in and had pulled them out of hyperspace. Pushing away from the controls with little they can do to break free, Sah’ra hurried back into the main chamber. ”Starck! Get out here!” she called out as she collected her lightsabers. Knowing they would be confiscated within moments of being boarded, she bothered not to hide them but kept them in clear sight on the belt around her waist.

“This is Admiral Huri’soket’cin of the Chiss Ascendency. Your vessel is not permitted within this space and as such, you will soon be boarded. Submit peacefully or be destroyed,”

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[Lucifer Starck]

Lucifer needed his moment alone as it was his time to relax and maybe even catch some shut eye for the ride. He rested in a room that seemed to be the bed room, at least he hoped it was. It had a bed within it. Lying there he had his eyes closed, wondering what his mother's home world was going to look like. He had never been, he only knew that it was cold and mountainous. The Half-Chiss was uncertain of how he would be treated by the men and women of this planet.

The flight was slightly rocky, though he was able to remain relaxed. Sleep was not at all an option unfortunately. He just lied there annoyed with his eyes closed. It was.. yea just awful. Just then he could hear the voice of Sah'ra call out his name to get him to come to the cockpit. It was enough to annoy him further. All he wanted to do was rest properly but this whole trip has ruined that part. Now he was being summoned to the cockpit for the sake of whatever the kark.

"Hold fast woman, I'm coming."

He rolled out of the bed and onto his feet readying himself to see what she had wanted. Starting his walk to the cockpit and finally making it,

"Now what in the hells do you want? I was trying to sleep."

A holo appeared before Sah'ra could respond. The transmission was very clear that the Sith were entering dangerous territory. The Chiss Ascendency was already preparing to board the ship Sah'ra owned. Lucifer was irritated that she could not provide safe passage, but ultimately he knew that his quarrel was not with her, but the Chiss. Only brandishing his single blade lightsaber he had it hidden in his boot. Hopefully they would not search that far below.

"Well.. time for us to be smart about this. Don't piss them off, we need to keep our ties professional."

Lucifer stayed still, waiting for the Chiss. Whatever they decide to do upon the ship, he was prepared to deal with.

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[Sah'ra Ryun]

The ship lurched forward as the docking tube was connected, the telltale sign that first contact between Sah’ra, Lucifer and Tren and the Ascendency was about to take place. She would not wait for them in the pilot's cabin, lest they see such an introduction as them trying to hide themselves away, but would rather wait just beyond the docking ramp, arms crossed and unthreatening. Both curved hilts adorned her hips in clear view and would remain there unless she was forced to use them; an outcome she had every intent of avoiding if she could help it.

Starck was ever arrogant in his approach with Sah’ra, his high and mighty attitude had begun to wear on both her and her brother, but his presence was necessary. As he made his suggestions of remaining civil, Sah’ra had no qualms with his words, though she had begun to believe that he himself may prove to be the one who stoked fires that did not need to be agitated.

The doorway that separated Sith from Chiss soon began to force itself open and in would step four characters adorned in all-white uniforms, military caps covering their hair. Each of the blue skinned Chiss were wielding small rifles, trained forward on the trio that awaited them whilst a fifth man entered slowly, his hands held behind his back. As his four guards entered the main chamber they would divide and two would move to each side, leaving the officer standing in the middle. Red eyes scanned each of the occupants of his captured quarry, settling for a moment on the lightsabers that Sah’ra possessed before lifting to look each of them in the eyes.

“It is not very often that we receive… visitors… from your section of the galaxy,” the officer would state coolly, both his voice and his eyes devoid of emotion. It was clear that this was not the Admiral that had hailed them upon their arrival but one of his underlings. “Very rare, indeed. Perhaps you could explain the reason behind this… intrusion? And perhaps you could explain why you’ve brought outsiders into our realm?”

The second portion of the question was directed to Starck directly, crimson meeting crimson as the Officer locked his gaze with their own Chiss companion. Sah’ra remained silent, nudging her brother’s mind through the Force to suggest it would be best if he too did nothing. This was a confrontation that was best left between Starck and his own people, a meeting that was indeed a long time coming. He had returned to the home of his people; it was up to him to show the Ascendency that they were here peacefully.

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[Lucifer Starck]

Looks like the welcoming party isn't very welcoming. Lucifer would look at his mother's people. They were protective, that was for sure, she always did mention that outsiders were never seen as guests. Never treated as such either. Most of the time he had spent with his mother, he would ask what Csilla was like, but of course she never liked talking about it. Probably for being outcasted by own people due to falling love with a traveler.

"Listen, I am Lucifer Starck, I am Chiss same as you. I would not bring outsiders here to Csilla if there was not just cause. My colleague and I, Sah'ra, look to aid you in the war. In return we only ask you hear us out in our proposition. A simple case of, I scartch your back, you scratch mine."

Lucifer gave a slight chuckle as he spoke, he looked at the Chiss boarding party. They didn't look too different from himself, looked like he may be able to make it through without being detected as an outsider. It was a risk, but he needed to try and fit in. He had a name from the outside but he was prepared to answer any questions that the Chiss would have of his name.

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[Sah'ra Ryun]

”Lucifer… Starck?” the Captain asked, his tone remaining neutral though it would be clear in the Force to both Sah’ra and Starck that he held a great deal of mistrust for not just the sibling pair but the Chiss man who had arrived with them. Despite this mistrust, the Captain was clearly unafraid of the intruders as he began to walk towards Starck, circling him with both hands clasped behind his back, analyzing the man from top to bottom. ”You may appear to be one of us… on the surface, but everything else about you is integrated with the stench of the outside galaxy. How you dress, how you speak… Even your name does not align with your claims,” Completing his round of circling Starck, the Captain returned to his position at the center of his men. ”What war do you speak of, Outsider? What could you possibly hope to offer my people?”

As the Captain continued to focus on Starck, both Sah’ra and Tren merely in the backdrop of their conversation, the woman would continue to remain quiet. It was already glaringly obvious that Starck was unlikely to convince these men that they were here for a just and right cause but she knew that her words were not the ones that would liberate them from this predicament but rather accelerate them into a far more perilous situation. So silent she would be, observing with curiosity.

It wasn’t until some movement beyond the docking tube caught her attention that Sah’ra diverted her gaze from Starck and the Captain. Beyond the tube, still within the Chiss frigate, a pair of youthful red eyes peered around the edge of the doorway, curious of the newcomers. A young Chiss girl, likely no older than six or seven, watched patiently as the officer conducted his brief interrogation. Sah’ra reached out through the Force, nudging the young child’s mind to turn away and go back to her room lest things turn violent but was shocked to find that the girl was so receptive to the action. A playful giggle came from the girl as she shut Sah’ra out after briefly allowing her to touch her mind.

”By the Force…” Sah’ra thought to herself, puzzled at what she had learned. It seemed that Starck was not the only Force Sensitive Chiss in attendance...

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[Lucifer Starck]

Blah blah blah. This was all that Lucifer could hear. Just constant blabber over 'You're not a real blue boi' 'you have weird name' 'outsider this outsider that.' When would the insufferable blabbering discontinue? Knowing the extreme levels these people go through though, it probably wouldn't end even after Lucifer killed the entire leadership of the Chiss. If he wanted to of course. Perhaps he should be displaying power through eliminating the highest ranking officers though.. It would make for the Chiss to understand who the more powerful ones are.

"I can offer you the rest of the galaxy.. You see I possess something that the rest of our brethren cannot at my age. I possess the force. I possess power you cannot imagine. So does my acquaintance. I have traveled too far for you to send me away or attempt to kill me. I know that our people love this planet. It is home. But imagine the possibilities the rest of the galaxy has to offer. Let my friend and I help you with this dispute in the nine families, and all we ask in return is that you help our Order win this war with the Galaxy.. I am sure having all of Csilla under your control would be quite glamorous. It would also put you at a higher and more respected title."

Of course Lucifer's intentions were similar but different to the one she was told by Sah'ra. The Chiss only respect two things. Other Chiss, and power. Lucifer happened to possess both in nature. Yes, he may be from another planet, but he is Chiss all the same.

"Take me to your higher ups, and I promise you will see the benefits that the Sith have to offer our people."

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[Sah'ra Ryun]

As Lucifer continued to speak, Sah’ra could observe the impatience of the Captain grow. Starck made mention of a conflict within the nine ruling families but instead of relaying how he had come across this information, if it was even true, he simply prattled on about the benefits the Chiss could earn from allying themselves with the outside galaxy. He made promises he simply could not keep, promises that only The Eternal could make if they were present. Yet one thing that Lucifer said seemed to buy him some reprieve.

”The… Force?” the Captain queried, uncrossing his arms and allowing them to hang at his sides, a single blue eyebrow arching upward. ”This… Force… Could you mean… You still possess the Sight?” The Captain again walked close to Starck, uncomfortably close, as noses nearly touched. Squinting as he looked into the Sith’s own eyes, a smirk began to form on the Chiss official’s lips. ”I highly doubt that,”

”It’s true,” Sah’ra finally spoke up, warranting the officer to turn his attention towards her though remaining directly ahead of Lucifer. ”Both he and myself are members of a group of Force Users known as the Sith. We both wield a power that is unmatched against any in the galaxy,”

The Captain merely scoffed at her words, offering her a glaring once over.

”You will remain silent, Outsider,” he replied before turning back to Starck. ”You will get your wish… In time. Men,” Turning and taking a few steps away from the trio, the officer placed his right hand in a closed fist behind his back whilst raising his left with two fingers held upward. ”Subdue them,”

Before any of the three had a chance, stun bolts flew and would leave them incapacitated, allowing the Chiss navy the chance to take them down to the brig where they would wait...

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[Lucifer Starck]

It was definitely clear that, the Sith were still not very welcome to the planet of Csilla. Lucifer was ready to act, but he was too slow to defend himself from the stun bolts. He felt the hit on his body, and his eyes would close immediately. The Chiss soldiers would be able to capture and bring the Sith down to the brig. A very unfortunate case for the pair of Sith marauders in the Order.

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Waking back up in a set of cuffs designed to stop force user capabilities, Lucifer would be immediately angered that the Chiss have been able to take this advantage against them. He began looking around at his surroundings. He noticed Sah'ra next to him and that they were all surrounded by the Chiss soldiers. They were under arrest it was clear. Though for now, if Lucifer could find a way to get out of the cuffs, these men would pay for their insolence.

"Sah'ra.. Any ideas to get out of the cuffs? I am prepared to exterminate some pest from the western galaxy."

He sat impatiently on the ground leaning against Sah'ra and looking at the guards around him. It was enough to make him show anger. Which wasn't ever common. It was his human side coming out.

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[Sah'ra Ryun]

Awakening from her imposed slumber before both Tren and Lucifer, Sah’ra found herself secured in a cell with bindings around her wrists that kept her hands behind her back. Each of the ‘invaders’ were placed in separate cells, though Lucifer and Sah’ra were only separated by a wall of durasteel they both leaned upon and a glowing red barrier that led out into the main corridor of the brig. It took the woman a moment to shake the fog of her incapacitation but within time, she would be of a clear enough mind to kneel in the center of her cell and begin to meditate. It was difficult to find her center, however, the cuffs that had been placed upon both Starck and herself not being their only prison. Indeed, a neural collar could be felt around her neck, electrical pulses feeding into her spine and breaking her concentration just as soon as she could begin to find it.

Groaning coming from Lucifer’s cell soon told her that the half-Chiss was awakening and even though her connection to the Force was severely diminished by the neural collar, she could still sense the anger emanating forth from the man. Indeed their current predicament was not a good one but was still something she had expected; why he had not was anyone’s guess. As he began to speak, the woman slowly shuffled her way back over to the wall where they could speak quietly through the vents.

”The only pest here is you if you believe that violence will serve us well,” Sah’ra spoke up. It would be hard for them to discuss anything without the guards hearing their words but a careful tone would make it hard for them to discover just what it was exactly that they were saying. Shaking her head, her eyes remained glued on the guards as they stood at attention outside her cell. ”I suggest patience. You’ve been promised the opportunity to meet with their Admiral. Let us see how things play out for the time being. Best we play the role of diplomats rather than warriors when we are so severely outnumbered and far away from any chance of rescue,”

Pausing for a moment to allow Lucifer a response, Sah’ra’s mind soon returned to the young girl she had seen during their initial contact with the Chiss forces. She was so strong with the Force, yet Starck had made a comment that caused her to be curious of these people.

”What you said earlier, about possessing something rare for your age. Is Force sensitivity uncommon among the Chiss?” she queried. The more she knew about these people, the better suited she would be for the inevitable interrogation that was to come.

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[Lucifer Starck]

It was an angering situation, yes. Lucifer was ready to just make it out and slaughter the higher ranked officers in their military and take over as ruler. A tough job to do, though he knew it was doable and all it takes is for him to get out of the cuffs and collar and then he can get rid of the pests he was speaking of previously. They may be his people but they only have half his blood. It's not like they had exactly treated with some sort of respect or hospitality. They questioned him and stunned him.

"Look the best way I can explain everything, is that in adolescence the Chiss lost the ability to wield the force. It is unfortunate. I can only currently wield it at my age because my father is human. Otherwise if I had been able to receive the force as a gift then I would have lost it by now, if not sooner. Me being able to wield the force should be enough to give us the advantage."

Lucifer leaned the back of his head against the wall and would close his eyes. Eventually there would be someone of importance to come speak with them. Just sitting in a cell is not ideal.

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[Sah'ra Ryun]

Sah’ra listened as Lucifer elaborate on the truths of Chiss and their connection to the Force, or the ‘Sight’ as the Captain had referred to it as. What they called it didn’t matter; many different cultures had a variety of names for the mystical energy that bound the galaxy together but in the end, it all meant the same. Starck wasn’t the only Force Sensitive Chiss on board though in time, it seemed that the young girl may well lose her abilities. The wheels in the back dof Sah’ra’s mind began to turn, the influence of her father bubbling to the surface. Could such abilities be restored in a young Chiss child? Could it be preserved?

Whether or not Lucifer’s final remark indicated he still intended to devolve this situation into violence or not wasn’t clear. Whatever ‘advantage’ he referred to, he wasn’t wrong. A singular Sith was worth dozens of elite soldiers and on the flip side of the coin, the power of the Force was significantly more convincing than even the most skilled diplomats. Hopefully he believed in the latter; she wasn’t simply going to let him throw away this first contact opportunity because he felt offended. Then again, it seemed that many Sith she had met were solely content with sticking their lightsaber into affairs before proceeding with a cautioned mind.

Sah’ra sat silently in her cell, continuing to attempt to find her center. She had no recollection of how much time had passed but eventually, the door to the brig slid open to reveal another blue skinned man in a stark white uniform. His blue hair was slicked back, crimson eyes flicking back and forth between the three cells that contained their prisoners as he clasped his hands together behind his back. To his left, the arresting Officer that had boarded their ship. His right, a female Chiss with a holorecorder. The corner of the man’s mouth tugged upwards ever so slightly, a hint of venom below the surface of his lips.

“So… The outsiders and the outcast... Welcome to the Ascendency,” His voice was as cold as the ice of his homeworld and instantly recognizable as the man who had hailed them upon their being torn from hyperspace. His words still warranted a snide smirk from his Captain at his side. “I do hope you’re comfortable,”

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[Lucifer Starck]

Just as Lucifer was calming down to accept his capture, it was almost as if he was just not going to be afforded the opportunity to have some peace and quiet. Another Chiss had entered the room, though he was accompanied by the Captain that had taken Lucifer, and Sah'ra hostage, as well as a Chiss woman holding a recorder. Of course she was, they would want to document all of this if possible. Who knew their intentions behind it. It would become clear who the tall man standing before them was when he had spoke.

"Comfortable? Why this is finer treatment than I presumed coming here would unfold."

Lucifer's own red eyes looking on the eyes of the Admiral who spoke first to the group as they were arriving. He had something sinister about him. The same could be said of the Sith, but this was different. Instead of hatred and dark side energy, it was almost the truest form of evil. Very rare to feel within someone.

"Have you come to gloat, or listen?"

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[Sah'ra Ryun]

Sah’ra watched as the Admiral moved slowly from cell to cell, crimson eyes burning into each of the occupants with the severity of a plasma torch touching bare skin. This was a man hardened by war and victory. Even with her dulled senses, she could see in his stare that he knew nothing but illustrious conquests and the glory of combat. His blue skin was far from pristine, scarred flesh peaking out from the collar of his jacket as well as pocked cheeks, likely from grenade shrapnel she surmised. Unlike his Captain, however, Admiral Huri’soket’cin also had an air of authority that was impossible to ignore.

“Gloat?” he asked of Lucifer as he stood before the glowing shield of his cell, hands still clasped at his back. “I would hardly call the capture of three intruders a moment worth relishing… Lucifer, was it?” The words hung in the air as the Admiral turned his back towards Lucifer’s cell before finally pulling his hands apart and reaching forward to retrieve something from one of his guards. Turning back to face Starck, the Sith would see Huri’soket’cin inspecting his lightsaber.

“No. In truth, you and your friends are quite insignificant as is your… offer... of alliance with your brethren. What interests me is the fact that despite your mother’s banishment well before your conception, you have managed to navigate the space between our realms and arrive here at all. Not unheard of but exceptionally rare. You see, I wish to know how you had come across the knowledge needed to accomplish this,”

Sah’ra finally knew it was her turn to speak up. While she remained kneeling on the floor of her cell, her eyes flicked upward as the Admiral asked his question.

”That is my doing, in part, Admiral. My ancestors and yours were once allies, detailed records of the relationship between our clan and that of the Chiss stored away in a vault on the world of Teth. It was my intention to travel to your territory in pursuit of further information of this alliance as well as to search for further relics of my family, should they be here,” Huri’soket’cin did not move from his place before Lucifer’s cell but if he had, he would see the subtle irritated twitch of the man’s upper lip. It would be clear that the Admiral had absolutely no interest in discussing such matters with an outsider but he was not so much a fool as to dismiss her statement. If such records existed on Teth, how many other worlds in known space held clues that could lead outsiders to the Ascendency?

“How did you come to know of the feud between the Ruling Families?” the Admiral asked of Lucifer, forgoing a response to Sah’ra for the time being. Rolling her eyes, Sah'ra continued to listen. “I’m afraid a great many pieces of this puzzle are still veiled in shadows. Please, illuminate the finer details for me,”

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[Lucifer Starck]

It was clear this man thought himself to be better. Lucifer was ready to ruin this man's life as soon as he got the opportunity, end it even. Though for now Lucifer kept calm. Looking into the red eyes looking back into his, he would just smirk at the thought of outsiders knowing about the Chiss families. Especially with his mother being banished. How amusing it would be to see them squirm for answers. It looked to be that Lucifer had an upper hand here, and he would use this as a scare tactic.

"You ask this as if I am the only one with this knowledge... who knows who all had access to the recordings and data that Sah'ra found. Perhaps you have already been infiltrated. I can give you more clear answers if I weren't detained. Let me out of these cells and cuffs, and then I will be happy to answer your questions."

Was it a long shot? Yes absolutely. Though it was worth the shot. Lucifer had a plan set. Well sort of, he would get out of the cuffs and when he exits the room with the Admiral, he would kill them and kill who all else opposed him. The other plan would be to make it to where ever the Admiral would take him after questioning, and then take advantage there. If he had to fight for this ruling family and win a war. Then so be it, but he would come back take over full control of his mother's home world. It had to be done.

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[Sah'ra Ryun]

As Lucifer spoke, the Admiral continued to turn his prisoner’s lightsaber over in his hands to carefully inspect the finer points of craftsmanship in the weapon. Outside of the Sith, and the Jedi for that matter, civilians of the greater galaxy seldom received the opportunity to see such a weapon up close and those that did often did not live to speak of it. This far away from known space, such a weapon was doubly as rare. Even from their cells, it would not be hard for the prisoners to notice Huri’soket’cin’s admiration. And while the Admiral revelled in his capture and his new trophy, Sah’ra decided now was the opportunity she needed. Her words remained unheard by the Chiss leadership, her mere presence a barely tolerated fact. All focus was on the half Chiss next to her and his answers to their interrogation questions. Foolish.

The binders and cuffs used to restrain the trio of visitors were made to suppress a Force User’s talents but as it had been made clear, the Chiss were a people that had few interactions with those adept in such abilities. The items were effective for a time but as Sah’ra continued to relax herself and find her center amongst their detainment, she gained the clarity needed to overcome the binding effects they imposed. Once the Admiral began to respond to Lucifer, he wouldn’t hear the telltale sound of the binders on her wrists coming loose and falling to the floor. No, she would remain kneeled with her hands behind her back as though nothing had changed.

“Release you?” the Admiral laughed, his eyes finally lifting from the weapon in his hands before handing it off back to the Captain at his side. “You believe me to be a fool? You can give me the answers I seek right there from your cell and then perhaps I’ll grant you and your travel companions your freedom. Not before,”

Rolling her eyes at the interaction between both Chiss, Sah’ra began to wonder if either of these men were even capable of working together. Lucifer was trying to make a deal by feigning details he did not have, Sah’ra knew full well that the information that she had acquired had gone untouched for thousands of years. The Admiral believed that strong arm tactics would be enough to force a Sith to comply. Neither of them were getting anywhere.

Before Lucifer had an opportunity to respond, Sah’ra felt a disturbance echo through the Force that was simultaneous with the arrival of… the young girl from earlier.

“Father…?” she asked tentatively, twisting her fingers together ahead of herself as she stood in the doorway of the brig.

“Not now, daughter. Return to your dormitories. This is no place for you,” Huri’soket’cin said dismissively, his attention remaining on the prisoner before him yet the young girl did not listen.

“Something bad is coming…” she would say finally before running back into the corridor. As if on cue, the proximity alarms of the freighter began to ring out as power was cut, casting the prison wing in a red glow from the back up lights. With a growl and a cold stare towards Lucifer, the Admiral and his cohorts turned and began to make their way to the bridge to evaluate this new threat whilst leaving two guards to watch over their prisoners.

Waiting a moment as the chaos of whatever it was transpiring beyond the ship took hold over the crew, Sah’ra finally stood and pulled her hands away from her back. Coiling the Force around both guards, she would pull them hard into the walls to effectively knock them unconscious before waving her hand across the terminal, lowering the shield that held her in her cell.

”The ship is under attack,” Sah’ra told Lucifer as she proceeded to drop the shield of his own cell and remove the binder from around her neck, then moving towards Tren’s and releasing him as well. ”They’ve taken our weapons with them. We have two choices… Make our way to the bridge or the hangar and try to escape… but I didn’t come all this way for nothing,” After removing Tren’s own binders, Sah’ra turned to Lucifer and offered him a stern glare. ”Remember; we’re here to create an alliance, not burn everything around us,”

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[Lucifer Starck]

It was clear that Lucifer was getting nowhere with the Admiral. Most unfortunate for the Half Chiss and his acquaintances. All questions given to Lucifer would become void with his stubbornness. The same could be said for the Admiral as well. Maybe it was just a Chiss trait given in their genes. There was hostility and arrogance filling the room. Pretty common thing when two alphas butt heads.

Then out of the corner of his eye, Lucifer could see a child. She had the presence of the force. The only way Lucifer could tell was it was roughly the same feeling, when Sah'ra entered his warehouse. This was intriguing. Then she said father.. and the Admiral spoke. Even more intriguing. There might be a good way to work this around against the Chiss Admiral. Maybe even better, turn to make the Admiral kneel to Lucifer. Yes that was much better.

All of the officers left the room to deal with the attack. It was clear after the sirens and bumps. Lucky enough Sah'ra was quick with escape. Soon enough the Sith were freed and only needed to retrieve their weapons. Her comment about the ship being under attack.. well..

"Obviously.."

She mentioned going to the bridge or hangar. Now why would the Sith offer something and then leave without showing what they could offer? Made absolutely no sense what so ever.

"The bridge of course. The girl is our ticket to power. I know you felt the force within her. So let's offer them to train her as a show of loyalty. The only thing we want in return is to bring the Chiss to fight for the Sith. Helping with whatever battles come ahead is no problem. We have dealt with worse. Now let us go retrieve our weapons."

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[Ronan]

In a word, Ronan was jaded. Bored.

One opportunity after another, one promotion after another had passed the young Chiss by. The time for advancement within the ranks of the Chiss Expansionary Defense Force had long since passed. He remained a Lieutenant Commander, perpetually stuck and bound to the mediocre position. Nothing more than a cog within the CEDF.

The galaxy was infinite, and so were the possibilities that lied just outside of his reach. Ronan had never desired to be one of the many faceless cogs that existed within a larger system, doomed to repeat the same meaningless tasks day in and day out. He desired recognition and respect. He deserved recognition and respect, and he would not rest until he possessed both.

Power and influence were the only two powers that endured the test of time, and he did not intend to be left behind and forgotten to history. He wanted to shape history. Every fiber of his being craved and longed for a challenge, for a greater purpose. All that stood in his way were the foolish bureaucrats, too blinded by their own pride to see the potential for greatness in him. He would be great, with or without their permission. His position was mediocre, but Ronan the Chiss was by no means mediocre.

The choices that laid before him were clear, and there were only two. Remain a faceless, disrespected cog and allow his limitless potential and his mind to slowly waste away or seek out a new opportunity. The CEDF was content to watch Ronan's potential and prowess crumble, but Ronan was not content and would not resign himself to such an existence. To not live up to his potential was to not live at all.

Ronan was destined for so much more, and if the CEDF would not allow themselves to see that... perhaps someone else would. The only question that remained was who?

The seizure of a CCM-220 Freighter was the first interesting thing to occur in days. The freighter had been entering Chiss space via a hyperspace lane, but the larger Chiss frigate had easily pulled the freighter out of hyperspace with its tractor beam.

Two of the freighter's passengers had been taken to the brig for further questioning. Admiral Huri’soket’cin was to see to that personally, and Ronan's skin bristled when he was not asked to accompany the Admiral for the interrogation.

Ronan did not even attempt to shake the offense off, instead allowing himself to wallow in the anger and indignation he continued to experience at every turn in his career. He stood in the bridge, his body tense with hidden rage as he stared out into the expanse of space.

The sound of the proximity alarms shook him from his dark thoughts, and the entire frigate was cast into darkness momentarily. The red emergency lights flickered to light, but the alarms continued to sound. No doubt Admiral Huri’soket’cin would return to the bridge to assess the situation, but what about the prisoners?

They were guarded, but this unforeseen emergency would provide them with an opportunity to escape. Ronan was ready to abandon the CEDF and seek opportunities elsewhere, but he would not leave a job undone.

The Chiss turned, walking through the hissing doors of the bridge and making his way to the holding cells.

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[Sah'ra Ryun]

With a drawn out sigh partnered by the rolling of her eyes, Sah’ra leaned down and retrieved one of the blasters that had been wielded by the two guards left to oversee their detainment before tossing it back to Tren. While Lucifer and herself commanded a weapon greater than any other, he was not so fortunate as to feel the Force as they did. His bare hands had always served him well in the streets but this was no alley brawl. Together, the trio began to make their way out of the brig and into the ship’s corridor when Lucifer’s opinion about the girl registered; one such opinion that caught her completely off guard.

”That…” Sah’ra furrowed her brow in frustration as she peaked around a corner, ducking back into cover as three Chiss guards hurried in the opposite direction of them. ”Did you not just tell me that Chiss adolescents lose their connection to the Force over time… As they age?” she continued to hiss quietly. ”What’s the point in offering training when they’re just going to transition back to an average person?” While her words were slightly venomous and her outward expressions were one of exasperation with her newest colleague, within she continued to ponder the possibilities that had been burned into her mind earlier. If they could gain custody over the child with the willingness of the Admiral to cooperate, she could take her to her father’s lab. Together, they could inquire into the genetic possibilities and potentially be on the verge of one of the greatest scientific breakthroughs in generations. And for a moment, Sah’ra’s expression would falter and betray her outward projection of irritance, the corners of her lips twitching upward as the possibilities began to dance through her mind.

Tren then interrupted the thoughts of his sister with a forceful shove of her shoulder, his own display of aggravation clear for her to see. While Tren was not an adept with the Force, the twins had bonded over time and were no longer required to speak to one to understand what the other was thinking. This ship was foreign to them both, if not all three of the prisoners. Finding either the bridge or the hangar would be beyond either of them. Looking to Lucifer’s crimson eyes, Sah’ra shook the scientific inquires from her mind.

”So here’s a thing,” she began, cautiously glancing around the corner a second time. ”How do we get to the bridge?”

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[Lucifer Starck]

"Yes, Sah'ra.. Chiss often lose their ability to use the force. Though in rare cases it is not impossible. It has been done before throughout Chiss history. Majority of the time they were female. Hence why this girl is our ticket. We can.. bend the truth.. if we have to to get them to comply."

This other Sith was insistent on Lucifer trusting her, now she wants to show mistrust in him. A little bit hypocritical if you ask him, but that may just be him. He knew he needed to come up with something for their passage to the bridge. It won't be easy to just walk in, too many guards all over the ship. Then salvation showed up in the room as he was thinking.

"You there, how would you like a position of power?"

Lucifer had his attention set on the Chiss Officer that had walked into the room containing the Sith. Not many people give up their chance at gaining power but sometimes they have the hero complex that is just stubborn as hell. Should the officer choose to bite, then Lucifer and Sah'ra may have found their passage to the bridge. If he choose to fight, well.. the Sith will be forced to clear their path of the Chiss man in their way.

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[Ronan]

The frigate's proximity alarms continued to blare overhead, the loud alarm drowning out the sound of boots against metal flooring as men and women rushed toward the Bridge and their assigned positions. The frigate had descended into chaos, but the Chiss Expansionary Defense Force prided themselves on always having a plan despite the chaos that surrounded them.

Ronan's assigned position was in the Bridge, but he had decided not to follow orders this time and instead follow his gut. Turning one corner after another, the Chiss rushed down hallways lit only with red emergency lights until he reached the holding cells below deck.

Before he could take another step, the doors to the holding cell hissed to life and slid open. His practiced hand drew the SE-45 Blaster Pistol strapped to his side, placing his long finger on the trigger. Pointing the blaster toward the doorway, he approached the holding cells just as a woman stuck her head out.

"Hold it!" he ordered, taking a few more cautious steps forward, stopping once he could see into the holding cells.

Somehow all three prisoners had escaped without so much as a scratch, the guards responsible for keeping them under lock and key unconscious on the floor.

Perhaps even more surprising was the fact that one of the prisoners was a Chiss. Ronan's eyes widened for a moment, even more shocked as the Chiss prisoner spoke to him. Was this some kind of joke? A test?

"Don't take another step," he warned them, his hand reaching for his second blaster. Clearly, these prisoners were a lot more dangerous than his commanding officer had given them credit for.

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