[RoSM: Clan Odan-Urr - The Reasons Mav Drinks]


(Alethia Archenksova) #1

The Crew

Mayhem

Phase I:

Revenge path: Reach the main bridge, face and eliminate Captain Brith Kayle and extract valuable information from the computer core before the fleet destroys the ship.

Phase II:

Sabotage path: Reach the prison’s AI core to recycle the life support and free the prisoners. Prepare for a riot as many prisoners are powerful Force Users and Non-Force Users.

Phase III:

Sabotage path: Sabotage the Collective’s future plans by stealing the artifact by any means necessary.


(Morgan B. Sorenn) #2

Phase I objectives

‘‘Phase I begins on October 14th and ends on October 28th (two (2) weeks)’’

After intercepting a transmission from the now destroyed Brotherhood Listener ship, the Psi Termina I, your team has been hand-picked and sent on a mission. You are already boarded on the Dreadnaught-class heavy cruiser Akan, arriving in an Imperial boarding craft through the auxiliary starboard hangar, only several decks below your target. The Akan’s hyperdrives and major systems have been disabled by ion cannons from escorting ships and a battle still rages outside.

The ship’s power fluctuates with every blow from turbo lasers and ion cannons and you have limited time to complete your mission. The Collective regiment typically onboard is currently deployed, but ship security is fully staffed and some elements of the regiment may still be onboard. Intel expects Soldiers and Partisans onboard.

Your team has been tasked to complete one of the following objectives in limited time (you may complete only one (1) objective):

  • Revenge path: Reach the main bridge, face and eliminate Captain Brith Kayle and extract valuable information from the computer core before the fleet destroys the ship.

  • Sabotage path: Reach the primary computer core behind the main bridge, extract the information and set the ship to self-destruct before extracting.

  • Pacifist path: Reach the primary environmental controls on the main bridge, pacify the whole ship with Stun gas before extracting data from the computer core and calling in the cavalry.

Caution: the Captain is accompanied by an unknown number of enemy combatants.

The Phase must end with the bridge secured and the ship either pacified or destroyed. In all but the Revenge path, the Captain’s fate is up to you.


(Alethia Archenksova) #3

Dreadnaught Akan
Wild Space

The Mirialan was the first one to break the silence that had settled in after the boarding craft had shuddered to a stop. “Told you it’ll be the gas.”

Val snorted. For the perpetually masked Human, the sound almost passed as emotive. “We still have to get back.”

“What are you two prattling about back there?” Xirini Kurai asked as she sauntered into the passenger compartment.

Now free of the crash harness, Vez made a show of brushing herself off before answered. “Back when we hit those fighters and you started swerving around like a mynock with a cigarra up its vent, Val said your piloting would get us killed.”

The Cathar scowled. “My piloting is the only thing that got us here in one piece.”

“Eh.”

“Shut up, Turel.”

The Jedi just chuckled at the rebuke. “Everyone ready to party?”

The team murmured their agreement and shuffled into some semblance of a formation. Turel knew for a fact that Xirini, the Cathar, was capable of holding her own in firefight, but his other teammates were unknown elements. The two Mandalorians were killers. Val Cole, in the gray armor, and Declan Roark, in black, weren’t from the Okami clan. Nevertheless, Odan-Urr’s Mandalorian allies had vouched for their ability and dedication to delivering on a contract. Vez Hirundo, the girl—Turel spared a second to wonder when he’d gotten so old that he thought of her as a girl—was supposed to be some sort of hotshot slicer. She was the one who was going to sweet talk the Akan’s environmental controls into flooding the whole vessel in an incapacitating agent. Turel, Rin, and the Mandos just had to keep her and the gas from getting shot.

Sorenn held his lightsaber at the ready and slapped the egress controls with his off hand. The quintet made their way down the gangway, out into the cavernous starboard hangar.


(Luna Okami) #4

A squad of six Liberation Front marines were waiting for the boarding party in makeshift defensive positions behind crates. Droids and Technocrat crewman scattered to get out of the potential line of fire.

Keeping his lightsaber firmly in his right hand but deactivated, Turel moved down the ramp ahead of his mercenary colleagues.

Damn, Val Cole thought as he caught a glimpse of the tactical situation. That’s a fast response time.

“Excuse me,” the Jedi interjected in a nonchalant tone, “my friends and I are lost. Is there anyone who works here who can help us out?” Turel continued to slowly step forward waving his free left hand frantically.

For a moment there was only the sounds of astromechs rolling out of the hanger and an alert klaxon echoing in the spacious hanger. Both the Collective marines and the rest of the Odanite strike time (save Rin) were confused by Sorenn’s seemingly irrational actions.

“What he’s doing?” Vez whispered to her Cathar companion crouched next to her inside the boarding craft as they waited for the armored Mandalorians and Jedi to clear the ramp.

“Distracting them,” Rin hissed with slight annoyance. She had fought alongside Turel enough to know his signature tactics. “Be ready to strike.”

The male Weequay squad leader was not amused. “FREEZE! We have you surrounded. Put down your weapons or be destroyed!”

Declan’s icy gray eyes darted around the hanger as he reflexively scanned the room for targets and potential cover. He did not want to be exposed when the shooting started. Force users could deflect blaster bolts but not from six E-11s at once. This Sorenn fellow probably wasn’t going to survive the mission.

“Hey hey hey, let’s not get hasty here,” the Jedi quipped. “And besides, it’s YOU who are surrounded by our, um, assassin droids!” Turel closed his eyes for a moment in concentration.

There’s no kriffing way they’re stupid enough to— Val pondered sarcastically until two of the marines turned around and opened fire at seemingly nothing. When the Jedi’s amethyst blade sprang to life, the Mandalorian took the cue and swiftly opened fire while moving to cover himself.

Declan seized the moment and caught the Weequay squad leader with an expertly aimed headshot before lowering his M5 rifle and rushing behind a large durasteel toolbox. Rin and Vez rushed down the ramp guns blazing as Turel stood a few meters in front batting away stray blaster bolts. Another Partisan marine fell to a precise shot from Val, now in cover himself.


(Xirini "Rin" Kurai) #5

Rin shook her head slowly as the fighting began, deftly drawing her own slugthrowers from their holsters at her hips. The fight began to unfold in her mind as she spared glances towards the cover where Val crouched and fired expert shots into the Partisan soldiers. Declan’s unerring ability to hit pretty much anything that moved increased his body count dramatically as shot after shot lanced the air and defining space between himself and his opponents. Turel’s lightsaber created a whirlwind of color as the deflections created a staccato rhythm.

The Cathar drew down on a soldier in front of her and fired before she none too gently shoved the cursing Mirialian slicer behind some cover as a blaster bolt arced through the air where she stood a moment before. Rin crouched behind the cover close to Vez and a grin broke out behind her visor.

“You should be more careful. Wouldn’t want that pretty head getting taken off before you’ve had a chance to do your job,” the Cathar murmured to her new companion. “Just stay behind me. Move when I move.”

Vez blinked and nodded, rubbing briskly at the shoulder that had impacted against the container she was thrust behind. “Thanks for that.”

As the Cathar paused to take stock once again, she noticed Val and Declan leaving their cover as all sound within the hangar stopped with the sole exception of the klaxons which continued to blare harsh and tinny. The rogue Jedi had extinguished his lightsaber and was grinning broadly.

“That worked better than expected,” Sorenn said gaily as several visored visages turned to look at him.

Rin grabbed Vez by the arm and hauled her to her feet before walking over to Turel. She punched him lightly in the arm and shook her head before laughing. “You always liked playing these games. Fortunately, you’re not as brash as you used to be.”

She looked at the gathered fighters and quickly began to gauge each of them. Once she spoke, the grin on her face was evident in the tone of her voice. “Alright, Mr. Roark. You’re in front, clear us a path to each target and we’ll be just fine. Turel, back up Mr. Roark as needed and help me keep our little hacker safe. Mr. Cole, you’ll be the rear guard to keep any pests from sneaking up on us.”

Each of them nodded in turn as she turned to look at Vez. “You better be worth the cost of getting this done. I’d definitely hate to be required to hurt you if you lied about your abilities.”

Vez rolled her eyes at the smaller woman. “You just get me there. I’ll take care of the rest.”

The Cathar and the Jedi took up positions near the Mirialian as Rin pointed to one of the large corridors. “Let’s grab the gas cart and move.”

Declan’s raised eyebrow was the only other acknowledgment he gave to the orders before he turned smartly and began to lead the way. They marched cautiously down the corridor, each member of the team moved in conjunction with those around them. Declan’s head seemed to be on a swivel as he moved with a purpose down the path. At junctures of the hallway, he would signal a stop and peer around corners ever watchful for any surprises that lurked around them. Turel and Rin exchanged a hushed conversation about the ship as Vez walked between them. The Mirialian’s hand twitched from the desire to light a cigarra, an action that had gotten the back of her head slapped the last time she had attempted to light up. Val, silent as the grave, patrolled a few feet behind them continuously checking behind them for any rear contact.

The leading Mandalorian held up his hand and called the team to a full stop as he neared the doorway to their first target. Declan motioned to the Cathar who moved with soft footfalls to stop abreast, but slightly behind the larger figure.

“What is it, Mr. Roark?” the woman queried to him.

“We need the slicer,” he responded in a gruff, almost rasping whisper.

Rin nodded and sighed inwardly as she motioned Vez forward. She motioned Val and Turel to the opposite side of the door, taking a position of her own facing the direction they had come from. “Get it open, Miss Hirundo. We have you covered.”

Roark and Cole were definite wildcards in this fight. She did not know either of them and her own trust of the Okami mercenaries that worked with Hoth was not very well established. The two of them contained enough skill to make the entire mission fail spectacularly if either one had the desire to do so. Rin shook her head slightly and smiled behind her mask. If the High Councillor thought these men were up to the task and willing to sign the checks to pay them, she was not the one to judge them ahead of time.


(Alethia Archenksova) #6

Vez scrunched up her face as she leaned in and inspected the door panel. Then she fumbled around in her jacket pockets before pulling out a small box and fished out a cigarra.

“Really?” Rin asked as the Mirialan lit up.

“Yup,” the slicer answered as she took a deep puff. “Can’t stand this recycled air. You can’t expect a girl to work in these conditions.”

“Open the door, Vez,” Declan grunted.

“Fine. Keep your armor on.” Hirundo plugged a computer probe into the door panel and started tapping away with black lacquered fingertips.

“Wait,” Turel interrupted, his eyes closed in focus. “Someone’s inside.” The Jedi hesitated for a moment, letting the emanations from the Force settle in his mind. “Several someones. Maybe two dozen.”

“Soldiers?” Rin asked.

“Yeah,” Turel answered, eyes opening to reveal a look of grim determination. “Probably cyborgs. Probably with droids.”

“They must have figured out our plan,” the Cathar sighed. “Probably from the security cameras. I prefer fighting stupid people.”

Declan reached for the pair of thermal detonators clipped to his belt. “Can you open the door just a few centimeters?”

“Yeah, but I can’t slice druk if you blow up all the terminals,” the Mirialan answered. “Nerve gas?” She nodded in the direction of the dolly.

“Won’t help with the droids,” Declan responded. “But it will keep us out of the room.”

“Is there another place we can do this?” Turel asked.

“You can control basically anything from the bridge,” Vez answered. “But that,” she continued, gesturing to the blast door next to her, “is the main life support control station. Your friends in there can override any of our shenanigans.”

“Unless we blow the controls,” Val added. “And it keeps the goons from tailing us all the way to the bridge.”


(Luna Okami) #7

The party’s conversation was interrupted by the entire deck violently shaking as the cruiser took a volley of heavy battery fire from the allied fleet.

Vez stood up from tinkering with her datapad, “This ship doesn’t have much left in her, we’re running out of time.”

“Can you trigger the self-destruct from the bridge?” Declan inquired of his Miralian teammate.

“Uh, sure. I can start a reactor overload but once it gets going there’s no stopping it.”

“The job is to get the information out of the computer core and take the ship out of the fight. There’s no time to mess with this gas poodoo.” The grizzled Mandalorian glared at the Cathar team leader.

Xirini looked at the gas cart and back toward Vez. She knew the merc had a valid point. Their orders were to try to seize the ship by incapacitating the crew and slice the computer core but the situation had changed. If they got bogged down in a firefight down here and failed to take the bridge the mission was a complete failure, but if they at least got the information and triggered the self-destruct, that was still technically a win.

“Turel, when this door opens I want you to Force push or whatever the cart into the room. Cole, once the cart is inside the room, throw a detonator inside and get clear. Vez, don’t wait, once I give you the signal seal the door and cut off ventilation to it. Roark and I will provide overwatch. Once we have the bridge we can open the vents and flood the deck with gas if anyone tries to follow us.” She paused to ensure everyone understood. The rest of the team nodded and took their positions.

The Jedi clipped his saber to his belt and pushed the cart in position in front of the door. He took up a position off to the side where he could see the cart but wouldn’t be exposed to fire from the other side of the door. Turel reached out with the Force and focused on the handle of the cart where he would apply the telekinetic shove. “Ready,” he stated in a hushed tone.

Vez gave a thumbs up from her position by the door control as Val took up a spot on the opposite side of the door, ready to throw the detonator and get out of the line of fire. Declan and Rin placed themselves slightly down the hall behind some crates, prepared to lay down some fire into the room if anything went wrong.

“Go!” Rin commanded. On cue the sealed door flew open with a whoosh to reveal the central environmental hub for the entire ship. Turel made a hand gesture like he was pushing something directly in front of him and the cart moved as if shoved by an invisible person. The hovercart loaded with gas glided across the durasteel deck and into the room, coming to a stop with a clang on a handrail overlooking the giant air cyclers. Without being commanded, Cole leaned over and lobbed the grenade toward the cart and moved back out of the doorway in a single fluid motion.

“Close it!” Rin shouted at Vez. The Mirialan pressed a single key on her datapad and the door resealed itself with the same whoosh. The time between when the door closed and the muffled boom of the detonator going off on the other side couldn’t have been more than two seconds but it felt like a full minute to the team. They stood up with relief that the makeshift plan had worked.

“Sealing vents now,” Vez remarked nonchalantly as she finished her task and unhooked the computer probe from the wall panel.

Turel frowned, “There’s a lot of fear coming from inside that room. The gas definitely wasn’t entirely incinerated by the detonator.” Rin shot the Jedi an inquisitive stare as if to ask is there a problem? He picked up on the non-verbal cue and continued, “That’s done, onto the bridge.”

The Cathar gave a slight nod of approval, “Turel is right, there’s no time to waste.”

The team moved quickly down the hallway toward the main bridge. The ship’s damage control teams were stretched thin with the ongoing battle but they and whatever was left of security would certainly respond to an explosion in and loss of contact with the vessel’s main life support compartment. No sense sticking around.

Resistance was surprisingly light as they travelled to the command deck, the few technicians and droids they party did encounter were more concerned with keeping the vessel from exploding. The stairwell leading to the bridge was a different matter, however. A squad of Partisans guarded the heavy door leading to the team’s objective.

“How many?” Rin inquired of the two mandos closest to the stairwell.

“Eight confirmed, likely more on the bridge itself,” Declan replied matter-of-factly. Turel started to pull his lightsaber when Roark placed a hand back in a ‘hold’ gesture. “We got this,” he added with a nod toward Val positioned on the opposite side of the stairwell.

Both Mandalorians had their M5 rifles ready and set to grenade mode, Declan’s with micro-explosive rounds and Val with smoke rounds. With a hand signal from Roark, Val Cole leaned to his right and fired three smoke grenades at interspersed points surrounding the bridge door. The rounds ricocheted off the walls in precise angles to fill the antechamber with smoke.

“GRENADES!!” one of the Partisans shouted at the surprise attack. “IT’S JUST SMOKE, HOLD POSITION!” another replied. “BRIDGE IS UNDER ATTACK!” a third shouted into a communicator.

Declan stood crouched at the base of the stairs waiting for the smoke to give some cover, after a few seconds he leaned to his left and let loose a few volleys of microexplosives. The shouting became incoherent as the survivors of the squad tried to assess the situation.

“Jedi, go!” Declan hissed at Turel. The mercenary had enough exposure to Force users to know they could deflect blaster bolts, even from angles they couldn’t see. Turel was the most logical choice to lead the charge up the stairs to cleanup.

Turel had enough tactical training, mostly with his general wife, to know what Declan was getting at and why it was the sound choice. He didn’t hesitate, ignited his saber and rushed up the stairs.

“Knock knock!” the Jedi exclaimed as he reached the top with his amethyst blade blazing. “Strippergram for Captain Kayle.” Somewhere at the bottom of the stairs Rin couldn’t help but facepalm in response.

Two of the surviving partisans took potshots at the purple glow of Turel’s saber only to have their bolts redirected back at them. The rest of the assault team followed up the stairs as the smoke cleared.

“Clear,” Val exclaimed after sweeping the antechamber for further resistance.

“Vez you’re up, get this door open!” Rin commanded.

“On it,” the Miralian shouted as she rushed to hook up her probe to the dataport.

The rest of the team formed up on the opposite side of the bridge door, ready to storm in the moment Vez got it open. The ever-present alarms of the ship grew silent for a moment as a voice came over the antechamber’s loudspeakers.

“Sergeant, status report! Have the boarders been repelled?” The voice spoke in a posh, Imperial accented basic.

Turel smiled again, “Uh sir, they aren’t boarders. They claim to have a strippergram for the Captain.” He gave an exaggerated impersonation of a soldier’s tone and cadence of speech.

“This is the Captain! Who is—” The voice paused to regain composure, “—nevermind. Whoever you are, you shall not take the bridge of the Akan while a single member of her crew draws breath. Do you hear me? Reinforcements are on their way right now to take you, you’re trapped.”

“I wish he’d shut up,” Rin hissed under her breath.

“We’ll see about those reinforcements,” Vez quipped in a hushed tone. “Opening the gas vents now.” Rin shot the Miralian a death glare for breaching operational security so flippantly. “What? I turned off the mic for this room, he can’t hear us now.”

“That’s going to rush our timeline a bit,” Turel remarked.

“Door is ready to open,” Vez commented with a sense of self-satisfaction.

“Okay, on my signal,” Rin commanded. “Turel, you take point again.”

The former Odanite sighed, “Did Alethia tell you to use me as a meatshield?” Seeing the flash of anger in his team leader’s eyes Turel didn’t push the joke further. “I’m just kidding, yes I’m ready. Just be right behind me because I don’t know what kind of weapons they have and I can’t block everything. Even Jedi have limits.”

“Oh, I’m well aware of Force user limits,” Val commented ominously.

“Well, um, glad you’re on my side,” Turel replied awkwardly.

“Go!” Rin commanded.

The door slide to the side slowly like a bank vault opening. Turel moved in first with his saber in front of him. To his surprise no one shot at him. The bridge was occupied by a series of pilot droids and a Rodian in a Captain’s uniform pointing a pistol at him.

“I’ll never allow one of your kind to take this ship! We’ve lived so long under the yoke of the Force using oppressors like you. Well, no longer! My marines will retake this bridge you’ve won nothing Jed—” Captain Brith Kayle’s final monologue was cut short by a blaster bolt to the head. Turel spun around in surprise to see Declan behind him and off to the left with a smoking blaster pistol.

“He talked too much.”

Turel lowered his saber still in shock, “That’s the point! We could have gotten some good intel off of him, possibly taken him prisoner.” He looked down at the charred mess that had been the Rodian’s head. “Such a waste of good potential.”

“We don’t have time for your Jedi sensibilities,” Val quipped.

Turel cocked his head to the side with a sassy glare that silently seemed to say seriously.

“We don’t have time for squabbling either,” Rin cut in with authority. “Stay focused on the job.”

Vez shot one of the droids, cleared it out of the way and hooked into the central computer terminal. “Okay, just give me a few, I’ll have the data and we can leave.”

Declan resealed the bridge door then shot the controls. Rin looked back at him, “Why did you do that for?”

“We can’t go back the way we came. The bridge has an escape pod we can use.”

Rin nodded, again the veteran merc’s assessment of the situation was spot on. “I’ll signal the fleet to pick us up once we’re aboard the pod.”

“Getting close… and got it.” The Miralian unplugged from the central computer and rushed to the engineering console. “Some of the data was encrypted but I copied it, we can analyze it later when I’m not on a ship that’s about to explode.”

“I sense more enemy approaching, not sure how many. Good thing you sealed the door,” Turel announced.

“SELF DESTRUCT SEQUENCE INITIATED, SILENT COUNTDOWN, ALL CREW PROCEED TO DESIGNATED ESCAPE CRAFT,” a computerized voice announced over the loudspeakers.

“Time to go!” Vez exclaimed as she got up from the engineering console. “The bridge escape pod is this way,” the Miralian pointed to a side door which was now opening to the left side of the room. “There’s just one problem.”

“What’s that?” Rin inquired.

“It’s a four seater,” Vez stated matter-of-factly. “We can squeeze in there but someone won’t have a seat.”

The two Mandalorians wasted no time and buckled in at the rear of the pod. Vez followed suit and took a seat next to them leaving a single empty chair.

“Ladies first,” Turel quipped with a bow.

“Fine,” Rin buckled into the last seat as Turel squeezed into the pod. As the door to the escape pod closed the Jedi crawled onto the Cathar’s lap and looked her directly in the eye.

“I can sit on your lap, you know, for safety. I don’t want to bounce around in here.”

Rin hit the button to eject the pod into space, intentionally digging her claws into the Jedi’s flesh just enough to cause pain. “I gotta have a tight hold. Don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Yeah,” Turel grimaced. “That would be awful.”


(Morgan B. Sorenn) #8

This Phase lasts from October 29th until November the 11th (two (2) weeks)

Request from the organizers: Please add a note to the top of the next post which path your team will choose in this Phase. Thank you.

Phase II objectives

Your team left the dreadnought Akan with information that, together with the data analysed by Clans and the Inquisitorius, has lead your to the Meridian Prime space station, a fortress, correctional facility and space dock floating in interstellar space just off the Wild Space boundary. Already under attack by Clan and Dark Council forces, dogfights light up the blackness around the behemoth, and intel suggests the shields and defenses have not yet been weakened enough for a full-scale naval assault. The station is on full alert and firefights have already started as skirmishes between Collective troops and Brotherhood assault teams pepper its three massive hangar bays.

The station houses civilian and enemy personnel, including a correctional facility that holds hundreds of Brotherhood prisoners of war, both Non-Force users and Force users alike. The prison has an isolated security system, its own power generator and life-support. Intel suggests that the prison is managed by a powerful AI (artificial intelligence) controlling the Dioxis security system, many defense blaster turrets, ray shields and a large complement of Imperial Sentry Droids acting as guards, controlled by the prison warden. The interior of the prison itself is pumped with a thin mist of Dioxis gas, preventing escape and anarchy.

You have been dropped off on the lower decks via boarding pod.

Breath masks are provided for this mission, should your team require them. Any Possessions item that prevents inhaling of poisonous gas will be effective as well.

Your team has been tasked to complete one of the following objectives in limited time (you may complete only one (1) objective):

  • Revenge path: Reach the correctional facility and eliminate prison warden Rutgar-4. Caution is advised as there are Imperial Sentry Droids defending him.

  • Sabotage path: Reach the prison’s AI core to recycle the life support and free the prisoners. Prepare for a riot as many prisoners are powerful Force Users and Non-Force Users.

  • Pacifist path: Reach the prison’s AI core and disable the security systems to allow incoming Brotherhood troops to secure the facility.

The phase must end with the prison facility secured, one way or another. In all but the Revenge path, the prison warden’s fate is up to you.

Relevant character sheets:

  • CS: Rutgar-4
  • Since there are no character sheets for droids, participants will use the Possessions i9tem page as reference: Imperial Sentry Droids
  • See the station wiki for other possible adversaries

(Xirini "Rin" Kurai) #9

Sabotage Path

Meridian Prime Space Station
Lower Decks

The Cathar looked around the room they had been dropped in and sighed. It was always hard to blend into a trade hub when most people have never seen one of your kind in a long time, if ever. She pulled a datapad out from a pouch on her armor and tapped the screen. A rough outline of the facility showed as as Rin turned to look at the others.

“Alright, so we’re here to terminate this station’s usefulness. I think the best way to do that would be to cripple it as much as we can, gather any intel we come across and make our way to the Command Center,” the woman said softly, her voice reaching only those ears she had intended for this conversation.

Vez made a show of studying the map, Declan and Val seemed intent on checking their weapons. Turel glanced around his eyes flat and angry. Rin sighed inwardly as she realized that this would be her show once again.

“Alright then,” she continued. “We need to make our way casually to the next deck. Reports say that the prison section has no air in it, so we’ll have to be careful. We can move through this level with relative ease, start a few fist fights and disappear into the shadows.”

She looked meaningfully at the two mercenaries. “No killing unless the situation requires it if you don’t mind.”

Two visored faces turned to regard her for a moment before each nodded tenuous assent. Rin was less concerned about them than she was Turel. She looked at the man and handed the datapad to Vez. “Find us a quick path after we get to the prison.”

The Mirialian took the device and started touching various locations on the map, ash from a cigarra dangled almost forlornly at the tip, waiting to drop to the floor.

The Cathar touched Sorenn’s shoulder and gestured to the side of the room with her head. The pair stepped quietly away from the others and out of easy earshot. “Is this going to be a problem, Turel?”

The man straightened slightly, his eyes flashing dangerously. “Meaning?”

Rin sighed slightly and jabbed a finger into his chest. “Don’t play with me, pretty boy. You wear your bravado and showiness like a second skin. This place seems to have you itching for a fight. Is this going to be a problem?”

Turel’s features relaxed slightly as he looked down at his one-time friend. “I was in a place like this for a bit. The things they do to Jedi and Sith alike can stagger most imaginations.”

Rin nodded carefully, her eyes watching her friend closely. “Don’t do anything overly foolish, Turel. Not yet, anyway.”

She flashed him a grin and tilted her head back to their three companions. “Let’s go back.”

The Cathar moved to step away from the man, sparing him a glance over her shoulder. “I won’t let them have you again, Turel. Trust that.”


(Val Cole) #10

The mercenaries were finished checking their loadouts. They had both been keeping an eye on the exchange between the Cathar and Jedi happening across the room.

Declan opened a private com channel on his helmet’s centralized HUD to Val. “What do you think that’s about?”

“The Jedi’s probably still upset from when you fried that Captain.”

Declan chuckled, “There’s always emotional baggage with Jedi. At least the pay is worth it.”

As the group reconvened Vez snuffed out her finished cigarra and turned to present the map to them, “I got us a path through this maze… well… as long as our data is accurate.“

The holo map at the center of the team displayed corridors in a sea of blue, with a bright white line showing a potential path to take them to the lift leading to the Meridian Prime Correctional Facility. “Our only problem”, the Mirialian pulled another cigarra, “is that we probably don’t want to be wandering around this place with a flashy map looking like a bunch of tourists.”

Rin motioned to the two Mandalorians as Vez lit the fresh cigarra, “Could you upload that to their displays?”

Declan nodded slowly, but Cole shifted uncomfortably at the suggestion. Vez had proven she could slice the Collective’s naval security, despite his encryption allowing her any opportunity access their systems wasn’t a welcome thought. Before the younger Mandalorian could reply a prompt on his display activated.

>>>REQUEST: PARTITION AND DELETE ALL LOCAL FILES RELATED TO PROJECT VIZLA…
>>>CONFIRMATION – ROARK…

Behind his visor Val smiled.

>>>CONFIRMATION - COLE…
>>>EXECUTING…
>>>COMPLETE…
>>>AWAITING COMMAND PROMPT…

The team had watched the silent exchange between the two visored figures curiously, Turel had felt a brief sensation of apprehension then relief from Cole as it unfolded.

Val turned to the young slicer, “Ready for upload.” A series of prompts flashed across the display, followed by an image of the Lower Level map.

Delcan motioned towards the door, “Let’s get moving, we’re wasting time here.”

As the team filed out into the bustling, chaotic lower level Vez took a final quick glance at her data pad.

What was Project Vizla? And why delete everything related to it?

Vez decided that was a question too juicy for her not dig into one day.


(Declan Roark) #11

Meridian Prime Space Station
Lower Decks

Declan Roark’s centralized heads up display focused on the fern-green facial features of the Mirialan slicer as she glanced at her data pad. The skin around her blue eyes tightened and her brow furrowed slightly in a flash of surprise. The momentary shift in her features played on a recorded loop in in slow motion in the center of the Mandalorian’s display.

Declan’s left hand tapped reflexively on the grip of his holstered Westar-35 blaster pistol as he weighed the consequences of shooting Vez Hirundo. She saw something on her data pad, but Declan was uncertain as to the extent of the slicer’s capability and what exactly she saw. If he killed her, he would most certainly have to kill the Jedi and then the Cathar mercenary.

Not yet.

There was no doubt that Declan and Val would cut the motley crew down in a matter of seconds, but accessing the prison’s AI core would be easier if he used the complementary skills that the Jedi, pilot, and slicer brought to the team. Declan also knew that the Mandalorians were not the only ones with an ulterior motive on this mission.

Turel Sorenn was damaged goods. The Jedi, if that was what he was anymore, gave off the impression that he sought vengeance in the prison beyond the pale of Odan Urr’s policies. Declan had watched the man on their previous mission and it he was certain that Turel’s own motivations were much more complicated than that of blind loyalty to his Clan.

The view in Declan’s helmet transitioned from the video loop to the Jedi standing behind him. Turel’s confident smile faded into a look of grim determination as his own hand tapped on his lightsaber; mirroring Declan’s own movements. The Jedi’s forearm muscles coiled like a viper waiting to strike as his hand slid around the weapon’s hilt in preparation for something he sensed within the Force.

Declan turned towards the Jedi, his helmet dipping slightly in a nod to the Jedi.

“We better get moving.”

Meridian Prime Space Station
Correctional Facility Access Corridor

The clanking noise of the bipedal Imperial Sentry Droid’s footfalls echoed off of the walls of the enclosed security corridor leading the correctional facility. The droid’s advanced artificial intelligence was networked to the defensive systems within the correctional facility and its aggressive patrolling made bypassing it impossible.

The droid’s optical sensors triggered as a cylindrical ball rolled down the corridor, between its metal foot-pads, and to the correctional facilities access door behind him. A second ball followed the first and stopped between the biped’s metal legs.

Declan’s helmet prevented the deafening blast from rupturing his eardrums as he sprinted down the hallway an instant behind the explosions. He and Val were paces behind the Force-enhanced Jedi with the slicer and pilot trailing the party. The correctional facilities dioxis gas flooded the access corridor as the Jedi batted aside countless blaster bolts coming from automated turrets from within the facility. The Mandalorians helmets prevented the gas’s toxic effects while the remainder of the party were temporarily protected thanks to flimsy breath masks.

“Go go go,” the Jedi yelled as assault team burst through the correctional facilities entrance. The team had planned their movement in well-rehearsed simulations prior to the mission and each moved with the expertise of professionals.

Blue, green, and red blaster fire crisscrossed the facility in the chaos that is only known to warfare. The Mandalorians moved in concert, their blaster fire decimating droids, while the Jedi and Cathar focused on the turret fire threatening all of their lives. Vez rolled under a security table, her computer probe and sensor-jammer deftly finding their way into access ports.

“I’m not going to be able to shut down the droids and turrets for long,’ the slicer breathlessly screamed into the breath masks communicator.

“We only need a minute to gain access to the core,” Turel responded as his lightsaber batted a blaster bolt errantly towards the Mandalorians.

Val’s helmet displayed picked up the errant bolt as it scarred the panel above his head. His M-5 responded with the controlled focus of a marksman and cut down the droid firing on Turel. His mind filing away the Jedi’s sloppy lightsaber work for another day.

“Almost…almost…almost….got it,” Vez shouted as the droids and turrets shut down in unison.

“The AI in here is better than I am. It is already working on setting all the defense systems to operate independently. We have a minute at most.”

Meridian Prime Space Station
Correctional Facility – AI Core

Vez’s dentonite tape blew a field-expedient rectangular doorway in the center of the AI Core’s access panel. The Mandalorians entered the room and cleared it with expert precision.

“All clear,” Val’s modulated voice called out to the rest of the party waiting outside.
Turel flashed a grin as he entered the room and motioned for Vez to access the system’s main control panel.

“Do your thing.”

Vez’s fingers danced over the AI Core’s control panel. Letters flashed on the screen at a dizzying pace as she manipulated the system’s code to shut down the dioxis and set the system’s security systems to inactive.

“The dioxis is off, but I can’t shut down the security systems. The prisoners will have to make it through the droids.”

The slicer continued to write new code into the system as she attempted to delay the security’s response and then she saw it. A second line of competing code.

“Wha,” Vez said in surprise.

Her eyes watched the rudimentary release code and recognized it as a pre programmed algorithm entering the network. It was amatuer, but specific, and it was entering the network wirelessly.

Vez turned towards the Mandalorians, a look of betrayal on her face as realization set in. “The Mandalorians are releasing certain prisoners. Other Mandalorians.”

Rin’s dual BR-5010 slugthrowers turned towards Declan, vengeance seething from her core.

“What the hell do you thin…”

Her words were broken off as new alarms echoed throughout the facility.

“What is that,” Turel screamed over the noise.

Vez looked at the team, her face taking on the look of concern.

“That is the Warden and his security detachment,” Vez said with exasperation.

“Release the rest of the prisoners and let’s get out of here,” Rin said as she turned towards the door and the new threat. She gave a hateful glance back towards the Mandalorians.

“We will deal with this later, but for now we have a riot to start.”


(Luna Okami) #12

Vez Hirundo tried to drown out the sounds of the ensuing firefight as she deftly typed commands and executed scripts from her datapad. The Mandos’ amateur script actually proved helpful as it occupied the A.I.’s defensive subroutines. “Just a little more,” she commented to no one in particular as the final command prompt to open all the cell doors popped up on her screen. “Got it!” the Mirialan exclaimed as she went to press the execute button.

>>CRITICAL FAILURE
>>PERMISSIONS NOT PRESENT

“Wait, I don’t got it.”

Something happened, on a hunch, she checked the network traffic and sure enough, someone else was in the system working against her. She had already neutralized the A.I.’s defenses, this was another user, one with high-level administrator access. Vez ran a trace and discovered a sub-terminal with a direct connection to the detention facility’s A.I. core just down the hall from their current location.

“What’s the holdup?” Rin inquired between slug rounds.

Vez recognized the username, “It’s the Warden, he’s here and he’s trying to lock me out. I can keep him at bay but you have to get him away from that terminal.”

Turel could not contain his sarcasm, “Oh, that’s all. Just fight through this platoon of battle droids and kindly ask the Warden to let us keep control of his prison.”

Rin grunted in frustration but said nothing as she continued to exchange fire with the armored sentry droids attempting to overwhelm their position. This was not the time for the Jedi’s banter, though it rarely was.

The withering hail of blaster bolts from the assembled and growing group of sentry droids made returning fire or otherwise counterattacking extremely difficult. For all his inappropriate quips, Turel was glad to have Declan and Val on his side. Without their precision fire and liberal use of explosives, this situation would be even more perilous. Turel had studied enough of the Clone Wars to know that even a Force user had limits when facing an army of battle droids. He hated droids, as one who focused his Force training on mental abilities droids were a weakness.

“Where is the terminal located?” Declan inquired with an odd and calculating calm given the situation.

Vez gestured to the direction the sentry droids were coming from, “Down those stairs and through the blast doors on the left. There’s a dataport in there with a hard line to the A.I. core.”

The veteran Mandalorian nodded with understanding, his personal goals would be frustrated if the Warden regained control of the core. Tactically, their options were limited as long as they held their current position. They needed to advance and secure the next hallway junction so he and Val could conduct a hasty breach of the room.

“Jedi,” Declan yelled to get the attention of his Force-using teammate.

“I have a name you know.”

Ignoring the quip, the Mandalorian continued in a quieter tone, “We need to push forward to take that room, can you block for us?”

Turel considered the course of action for a moment, “Not for long, there’s too many of them. I could protect myself but there’s too many bolts for me to cover for all of–”

The Jedi’s sentence was interrupted by Val Cole setting off a thermal detonator in the sentry’s droids front lines, taking out four droids. “How about now?” the grizzled mando inquired.

“Uh, that will do,” the former-Odanite replied before leaping over the control station he had been using for cover with his amethyst blade whirling around his body in tight orbits deflecting stray bolts. “Come on! Just don’t shoot me in the back.”

Rin and the two mandos advanced behind their Jedi comrade, sending their own volleys forward to take out any exposed droids. Vez stayed behind, furiously tapping at her datapad as she fought their foe in the networks of the facility. Turel struggled at first to deflect all the bolts that would have hit his team but with their help suppressing or taking out opposing sentries it became more manageable.

Turel and Rin moved to secure the hallway junction past the doorway, while Val and Declan set up on either side of the door prepared to breach. With a coordinated nod, Val hit the control to open the side office door while Declan moved to throw in a frag grenade when he froze. A forcefield glimmered just beyond the now open doors. Standing at a wall socket dataport with a cord running from the port to the chest cavity of his droid body was Rutgar-4, the facility’s Warden. Declan hastily re-pinned the grenade.

“Oh, I’m afraid this shield is quite impregnable to your weapons. In a matter of moments I’ll have full control of the core and I’ll vent you and these meatbag prisoners into the vacuum of space!”

The side room Rutgar-4 had sealed himself into had only one entrance, the one now currently blocked by a forcefield. There were other ways to get in by force but none they had the time for.

“Let me handle him,” Turel said with determination. “We need to get our people off this station. That’s the job you’re being paid for.”

Declan considered the Jedi’s point, killing the Warden wasn’t part of the contract and he had his own objectives in this facility. “Very well. Val, you’re coming with me.”

“I’m coming too,” Rin interjected with a glare, “to ensure the job gets done.”

“Suit yourself.”

The Jedi moved to the forcefielded door to confront the infamous warden. “I’ll watch Vez’s back. Go! We got this! The Force users upstairs will more than likely be drugged and need help getting out of here and the rest will be unarmed against those droids, even if they are trained agents and soldiers.”

Rin, Declan and Val headed further down the hall toward the cell blocks where a full scale riot had broken out from the sound of it. Vez continued to fight the Warden inside the code of the facility network but for all her skill she was losing ground. Crude as his tactics were, Rutgar-4 had full administrator rights and had his consciousness directly linked to the network without the need for crude manual inputs.

“Hurry!” Vez exclaimed. “I can’t hold him off much longer!”

The HK chassis of the Warden turned to face Turel who stood directly on the other side of the force field. “Ah, Prisoner 24601, you’ve returned to us. I didn’t expect to see you again after we lost that outstation facility.”

Anger swelled up inside the Jedi as vivid memories of cruel experiments at the hands of Collective medical droids while holo-images of high ranking officials watched. One of the images was Rutgar-4, not many Collective officers had the visage of an HK assassin droid. “SHUT UP!” he screamed.

“So irrational, it’s a trait we noticed you share in common with your Sith counterparts. No matter what beliefs you claim, deep down you’re all the same. Emotionally unstable, illogical and playing with forces of the universe you do not understand. You think some happy accident of birth makes you superior to everyone around you. The galaxy won’t be free until your kind is wiped out of existence.”

Anger gave way to clarity as Turel sensed the signature presence in the Force of a living being in front of him, a being with a mind that could be attacked. He wasn’t sure how this apparent assassin droid was alive but it gave an avenue of attack. The Jedi reached across the currents of the Force and grasped the Warden’s mind and flooding it with raw fear.

“You’ve failed and if you do not surrender you’re not leaving this station alive.”

The HK chassis seemed to twitch as Rutgar-4 struggled to hold to his purpose while his worst fears of failure, being forgotten, all his centuries of knowledge lost for nothing. It was enough to distract him from his digital battle with Vez. Within seconds the forcefield came down. Turel wasted no time and gave the droid a hard telekinetic shove, just enough to knock it off balance. Rutgar’s consciousness was overwhelmed with his focus split between the physical world and the digital one. The datacord pulled out of the wall socket as the droid chassis tumbled down.

Before Rutgar could regain enough focus to get back up, Turel was on top of him. The HK’s head and arms sliced from the torso with precision. Vez came running down the stairs and into the room.

“I don’t know what happened but he got sloppy all of the sudden and I was able to isolate his access and open the shield.” She paused to look down at the mangled droid chassis. “He was an HK droid? They aren’t known for their slicing skills.”

“No, he’s alive still.” Turel remarked coldly. With more time to focus, he realized that he had felt a presence like this before. Solari. He quickly removed the chest armor and sliced open the droid’s torso to reveal a ruby red Shard in a housing unit. “He’s a Shard!”

“What’s a Shard?” Vez inquired.

“No time to explain,” Turel remarked as he deftly ejected Rutgar’s housing unit.

“Put me down!” the Shard flashed as the voice modulator of the housing unit rang to life.

“You’re my prisoner now!” The Jedi exclaimed with no small amount of satisfaction. The Shard housing unit was no bigger than a tall drinking glass which allowed Turel to stuff it into his coat pocket.

“We’ve got to help the others get our people off this station, I saw files about a self-destruction sequence in the network.”

“Well, lead the way then.”


(Morgan B. Sorenn) #13

This Phase lasts from November 12th until November the 19th (one (1) week)

Request from the organizers: Please add a note to the top of the next post which path your team will choose in this Phase. Thank you.

Phase III objectives

The Brotherhood advances. What started as sporadic fighting in the major hangar bays of Meridian has turned into an all-out battle on all decks. Spurred by your team’s success in the prison, your Clan forces have come to support you and issue new orders for your team.

Daggo Mouk, one of the leaders of the Collective and the Guildmaster of the Technocratic Guild, has been confirmed on the station. With him he has a potent Technocratic Artifact that, if whisked away, would threaten the position of the Brotherhood in future engagements.

Daggo’s last known position was in the command center, however we have been having trouble following his movements. Wherever he is on the station, he would not leave the artifact unattended. The return of the artifact to Brotherhood hands is of absolute strategic value.

Your team has been tasked to complete one of the following objectives in limited time (you may complete only one (1) objective):

  • Revenge path: Confront and eliminate Daggo Mouk. Have no mercy.

  • Sabotage path: Sabotage the Collective’s future plans by stealing the artifact by any means necessary.

  • Pacifist path: Capture Daggo Mouk for interrogation and trial.

The phase must end with the artifact retrieved. Daggo’s fate is open-ended and up to you.

Relevant character sheets:


(Val Cole) #14

Sabotage Path

“Wait!” exclaimed Vez, “I’m picking up an encoded message in the network, looks like it’s from the Clan Summit… no kriffin’ way… he’s here?!”

“What? Who’s here, what are you talking about?” replied Turel.

“Your mother is here, Jedi” the shard’s modulated voice answered.

The Mirialan scrunched her nose at the Jedi and his new prisoner then keyed the comlink to the remainder of the team, “Rin, Roark, Cole. Mouk’s here. Daggo Mouk is here, on this station! The Summit wants us to go after him and… wait… he’s got some kind of crazy artifact!”

Rin immediately cut in, Turel and Vez could hear blaster shots background as she spoke, “We need to put him down.”

“He knows too much for us to kill him, we need to… exploit him for information…” replied Turel.

Vez chuckled, “Look, I don’t care what happens to him. I just want to see this fancy artifact.”

Taking cover behind a durasteel bulkhead Rin glanced at the two Mandalorians who had remained quiet so far. The pair was focused on returning fire towards the Collective troops blocking their path forward.

Once again Rin decided she would need to step in to take charge of the situation the team faced, “Look, we’ll see what we can do about bringing him back, ok Turel? No promises though. We’re the closer team, so we’re going to head to the Command Center. I need the two of you to help get the rest our people from this prison to safety and whatever you do make sure you keep Vez near a terminal in case we run into any issues along the way. Any questions?”

The team all acknowledged and closed the comm channel.

Declan fired one last salvo from his M-5 Blaster before finally speaking, “Path’s clear for now. Let’s get moving”

Val glanced at the Cathar as the team began to move, “You realize our price just went up?”

Rin struggled to contain her anger with the nerve of these mercenaries. How could they even be thinking of a price at a time like this!

“We can sort that out later, we need to move before Mouk escapes,” she replied.

Val nodded, “We’re fine with that.”

Meridian Prime Space Station
Correctional Facility - Outside Secure Lift

The fight through the Correctional Facility had taken precious time the team didn’t have. They had battled through multiple engagements as additional Collective personnel flooded the area in an attempt to regain control of the prisoners. The three person team found themselves huddled around a corner of a corridor that ended in the doors to the Control Center lift, blaster bolts ricocheting off the formerly pristine wall next to them.

“Vez, we need this lift door opened now.”

The slicer’s voice responded over their comms, “I’m working on it Cole, why did you guys have to pick the lift with the most encryption levels on it?”

Rin’s slugthrowers barked loudly as she returned fire at the new Collective personnel reinforcing the makeshift barricade at the end of the hall, “How many more are down there now?”

“Fourteen” Declan calmly replied, “Cole, how are you looking on ammo?”

The Mandalorian fired off another volley of blaster bolts before answering, “I’m out of detonators, two sonic grenades left, and rifle is down to ten percent charge. Sidearm is fine. You?”

“About the same, still got a thermal though. Vez, update on the-”

Behind the team a glorious woosh announced that Vez had finally cracked through the Collective security. Val primed and threw a sonic grenade towards the Collective personnel before any of the team said a word. The deafening blast was muffled by the Mandalorian’s helmets, but Rin doubled over grasping at her ears.

She felt two gauntleted hands grab her by the back of her jacket and unceremoniously shove her into the open lift doors where she landed on the floor. Seconds later as she came to her senses she saw Val standing up from the floor next to her and Declan examining the control panel.

His dark green visored helmet looked down at the two of them briefly then turned back to the panel, “Ok Viz, send us to the Command Center.”


(Declan Roark) #15

Meridian Prime Space Station
Command Center

The heavy doors of the secure lift opened with a hiss of compressed air. Technicians of various species looked up from sunken work stations that lined the Command Center’s central walkway. A lone figure sat behind a series of laboratory tables on a raised dais at the end of the room. Appendages, both mechanical and biological, moved in a series of synchronized patterns. A saw-like tool whirled at the end of a metal claw, a plasma-cutter fired from a natural hand, a cybernetic hand tapped at a datapad, and a pincher closed the lid on a small brown case.

“You are too late,” Daggo Mouk’s voice rasped mechanically through his voice-modulator.

The Ithorian did not bother to look up from his work. His T-shaped head swayed with the weight of his mechanical harness, exposing a large brown bandage on the back of his elongated neck.
“I have transmitted my findings to the Collective. You have failed.”

The five members of the Odanite strike team exited the secure lift and moved towards the Ithorian. The clanking of metallic spurs echoed off of the walkway as the Mandalorians moved at the point of the formation in front of their comrades. Val Cole, armored from head to toe, stepped on to the dais and slid the brown case away from Mouk. The twin clasps on the case snapped open and Val lifted the lid slightly.

Pure light escaped the case and bathed the Mandalorian’s armor in a golden glow. Val’s helmet dipped slightly as his T-visor darkened to shade the bright light from his eyes.

“Val, are we good,” Declan asked the other Mandalorian.

No response. Val stood motionless, transfixed by the contents of the case.

“Val, I said are we good,” Declan asked again, this time on the Mandalorian’s closed communication channel within their helmets.

“Yes, we are good” Val finally responded out loud as he snapped the lid of the case shut.

“No matter, no matter” Mouk mumbled. “My associate Gwendolyn will be turning this station and all of us into atoms. As I said, you have failed.”

A high pitch whistle broke the Ithorian’s monologue. Turel Sorenn’s lightsaber ignited as the noise escaped his mouth. The blade sparked and spit as it tore into the floor of the Command Center’s walkway.

“Time to go,” Turel impatiently said as he cut an escape hole.

“What about the Ithorian,” Rin asked in a tone that implied she was happy pushing him out of the airlock.

“Bring him”, Turel said in response. The Jedi Warden knew the Ithorian could provide information and he knew that bringing him to Odan Urr could provide justice to those who sought it.

Stolen Shuttle
Wild Space

“Hang on tight, it is going to get rocky back there.”

The Cathar’s hands danced over the shuttle’s jerking controls as a barrage of green laser fire stitched across the ship’s hull. Rin expertly adjusted the craft’s aft engines and spiraled through the black of space avoiding a second barrage of fire from three additional assault shuttles.

Val righted himself in his passenger compartment chair, his Peacekeeper blaster placed near Mouk’s head, in an attempt to keep the Ithorian from using his mechanical appendages as weapons.

“We are go—” Rin began to yell back to her companions as the shuttle was rocked from the concussion of a detonating sonic mine.

Val’s trigger finger jerked, accidentally, as he tilted over in his chair. The Peacekeeper discharged a red bolt of deadly energy. A torrent of brown mist, brain matter, and skull fragments splattered the back of the passenger compartment. Turel stared in disbelief, Vez gasped out loud, and Declan simply cursed. The group of four sat quietly for what seemed like an eternity before their pilot’s voice broke the silence.

“Everything good back there?” Rin’s voiced called back inquisitively to her crew.

Aurora Ta’var’s Residence
Wild Space
Three Hours Later

The Proconsul’s crystal blue hair and eyes might as well have been on fire. Aurora’s soft pink skin toned darkened to a shade of red as she took in the scene before her. A small, blaster scored shuttle, sat in her front yard. The passenger compartment ramp was down and the interior of the shuttle was painted in Ithorian gore.

“You mean to tell me the Mandalorians accidentally executed him,” Aurora demanded impatiently.

Rin, almost sheepishly, responded. “Well, one of them.”

Aurora Ta’var stepped up the shuttle’s ramp before turning back to Vez and Rin.

“Why did you bring him here? Did you see a sign on the door that says dead Ithorian storage?”

The End