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The massive wedge of the warship did not slide out of hyperspace with the gentle thump that accompanied the textbook transition, but instead exploded into real space, smoke and fire bleeding from the stricken ship as it corkscrew towards the planet below. Down the centerline of the thousand meter plus long ship the entire starboard side began to disintegrate and separate, normal everyday items found upon the ship torn loose, some screaming and flailing, added to the trail of flotsam and jetsam left in the burning ships wake. The ship gained speed as the planet's gravity reached out and pulled the massive ship towards it like one would pull a loved, the tip of the wedge, now mostly a right triangle, starting to glow from the heated kiss of reentry as the ship plowed it’s way through the atmosphere.

The scene to those few scattered and hardy inhabitants who looked up into the clear blue sky of that hot day most merely saw a massive fireball streaking across the sky, shedding smaller balls of fire that simply burned themselves out somewhere between heaven and earth. Escape pods had been ejecting from the doomed ship ever since its violent eruption out of hyperspace, ships crew and personnel fleeing for their lives. Some of the escape pods actually made it safely through the atmosphere to be scattered across the arid hot and sandy world, the majority of the escape pods not being as lucky as the rest were pulverized when half the ship disintegrated or hard-boiled within their pods from the fiery downfall of what remained of the once proud warship.

The screeching alarms and flashing lights did not distract the flight crew from trying to wrestle any inkling of control from the dead ship as it plummeted from the heavens to the hard double sun baked ground at supersonic speeds. The right angled triangle slammed into the golden sand ceasing its axial spin, skidded and bounced back up into the air leaving a furor and shredded parts and personal in its kilometers long wake, staying airborne for what seamed a handful of heartbeats before slamming and skidding into the sand once more. It slid for what seemed an eternity as the rocky canyons walls that ran the length of the boxed Valley flew by the shattered viewports at blurring speeds, the nose of the ship created a bow wake of sand.

Those few brave remaining crewmembers could only watch helplessly through the shattered transparisteel as the looming canyons walls closed in on them as starship raced towards its final resting place. The survivors grabbed on to their control consoles, seats, and anything else that was handy in a vain attempt to brace themselves from the inevitable impact as the ship slammed into the end of the canyon. What was left of the pointed nose shredded from the jagged rocky spires, the aft end of the starship crushing the amidships as it raced forward to meet what was left of the bow, crumpled itself as it came to rest after its death throws slid.

Smoke dust and a myriad of other gases rolled out of the shattered transparisteel viewports of the bridge. The gallant crew which had fought so hard so there fellow crewmates could escape the dying ship lay scattered across the bridge floor and crew pits like rag dolls discarded from a board child. This is the scene she awoke to, not comprehending her surroundings and discomforted by the lack of life around her, even though she was sounded in a pile of deathly still, yet warm bodies.

They had cushioned her at the instant of impact, the crew, had made one last sacrifice, and saved their Captain.

To Anaxes

It was almost a routine of hers to mention his "mother", as if he were expected to know who she was. Of course, it wasn't unreasonable to expect someone to know of their own parents, the very souls that are the reason for their existence. Rokumasu did not, as they were likely lost with his past. Could she still be considered his mother? He was no longer the son that she raised, but a mere shadow of what was lost.

For a couple of years now, he has been a truly conflicted man. Ever since the dreams began, those small glimpses of another person's life, Rokumasu has slowly been consumed by the unexplainable urge to decipher their purpose. However, even if he were to uncover a past life, he has no interest in becoming him once more. Honestly, he set out on this quest to rid himself of the lingering presence that follows him in his dreams. This ghost that haunts him, relentlessly. They're may have been a woman who once had a child named Rokumasu, but he knew there would be no reunion.

He listened to her speak, but gave no response. Rokumasu was finished talking, for now. He simply turned his head towards the corner, refusing any further probing of his nature, for the rest of their trip.

Tython, Jedi Temple

Holograms appeared out of thin air, likely projected around training droids, or else high-grade sensors were monitoring how these two struck the moving images. Red streaks shot towards Seron and the Jedi. Seron deflected one accidentally as he moved, but his ultimate goal was to get behind the Jedi. She would be more deft at deflecting the blaster bolts, since Seron didn't have any of his armor or equipment with him (and there was no cover). Until they reached the objective on the other side of the room, Seron had to admit he was practically useless.

Tython, Jedi Temple

As Seron took cover behind the padawan, the scene began to change. Stormtroopers were still firing at them, but suddenly, there was cover everywhere. A sterile white hallway had become an engine room. Seron dove for cover as the padawan shouted at him. He landed and rolled behind a narrow stack of crates. Narrowly avoiding blaster fire, he straightened up behind the stack and cringed as blaster fire showered his position.

The padawan moved forward nonetheless, however. Compared to Seron, she was like a tank right now. This was embarrassing. He was a colonel, a Mandalorian serving the Jedi Order, and he was cowering behind a student. Grimly, Seron resolved to bring the fight to the enemy.

He waited until there was a lull in the fire upon his position. The padawan kept drawing more and more fire away from him. That's when Seron moved from his position. He twisted out from behind the stack and sprinted toward the next line of crates. When little more fire came from his direction, he darted out again, sliding into cover just in front of the line of stormtroopers.

That's when laser fire started concentrating on him again. It seemed as if the targets were programmed to fire upon whoever was closest. Seron really wished he had a grenade right about now. He looked back at the Jedi padawan, who was just a few meters behind him and still deflecting blaster bolts.

"I need you to cover me!" Seron shouted.

Seron knew what Jedi and Sith were capable of. Members of each order were known to have taken out swaths of Republic and Imperial troops without aid.

"If you can get me close, I can do the rest!"

Anaxes .
Seeker...

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The Anzat's eyes intensified in study on the girl, considering her answer to the question. Should she lie outright it could push her away, perhaps not now but later... better to weave a web of subtle self-deception than to construct a lie around her. Before she could answer, however, the Bimm interrupted with a sense of urgency.

"Deepest apologies, Captain." She said, feigning sincerity. "My sister and I will delay you no longer from your pressing matters. I appreciate your.. hospitality. To be sure, you will be compensated accordingly." Mab left her words on a precipice, to be digested or discarded however the Bounty Hunter would be inclined, and departed the ship with Irella in tow. She took her time down the loading ramp, sensing unease in the blonde, in order to recycle her own thoughts.

As she reached the bottom and waited for Irella, she paused to study the girl once more. Why are you playing with her, Mabysyn? By all rights she should have fed on the force-sensitive on the ship, regained her former strength, and been done with it. Juggling the girl's questions with her own lies, betting on variables surrounding them both, and suffocating the former Knight's own senses with her own was a dangerous game. Dangerous - her favorite flavour.

"The answer to your question, sister, is yet to be decided." She did not say by whom, but left the thought to incite within the blonde's own confused and stirring mind. Irella knew what she wanted, Mab was sure of that, but it was a matter of what she'd be willing to give for it. Perhaps a Dark Jedi of sorts would be interesting, rather than a full conversion...

"But not one that needs to be answered right away. First, let us be welcomed." With that Mab turned away, closing her eyes and reaching out with the force. A slight breeze whispered through her ludicrously long hair for a moment, and then her eyes opened with a shine of excitement. '<Venia... I have come.>'

Missing Score.


Kennero was growing tired of this 'back and forth' with the Commander, increasingly irritated while he seemed to nearly refuse to speak what it was that he wanted from them. He'd openly admitted he was not charging either of them and despite their own claims of urgency and innocence of involvement with either Rikka Mord or Rokumasu, or even knowledge that could help him with his investigation, the bug kept them saddled.

"Commander," He said, low and deliberate as he opened his olfactory glands and allowed influential pheremones to seep out. He was unfamiliar with this particular race, but he was growing too tired to not try. "Knight Rahl and myself have already given you all the information we can and we are on a very urgent mission of our own. If there is assistance we can lend you then let us do it through shared communication rather than in person." A subtle mix of the force and his own pheremones filled the room while he spoke. It was not the most honorable means of treating with an officer of the Republic, or any sentient being, but Kennero had rarely considered his actions to be honorable.

Nar Shadaa, Jekk'Jekk Tarr


Eden stood slowly, rivulets of dark blood running the length of her arm, finding the creases of her hands, until finally falling to the floor to meet with the other puddles that rest there. The Quarren was still alive, barely, and she had matters to deal with.

"He knew nothing, other than rumors that trouble was being stirred. Could be spacers getting rowdy, could be Zietta's own people.. he wasn't sure." She said, speaking into her COM.

"" Was the concise response and Eden did not question it. She was hardly surprised at the response, having anticipated it, and she was already in the motion of meeting those demands. A matter of seconds had a new transmission programmed into her COM unit and she was in contact with her best. "Point Nadir - how soon can you be there?"