The Legion’s Foil

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KCC

Jan 1, 2025 9:51 am
https://i.imgur.com/3WVrFZ8.jpegThe front window of the Meridian Astra swims with bright slivers of light, as C4PQ punches in the final confirmation and then the whole vessel shoots forward at speed!

Entire systems flash by in seconds, as the small vessel and its rebel crew slices through space, towards some unknown end! Moments pass, and then the ship is burped out into the Dathor System! Light ceases rushing by at breakneck speed, and the Meridian Astra slows before sitting still in Dathor space!

C4PQ’s delicate touch has seemingly saved the crew from being thrown into the midst of one of Dathor’s radioactive storms. Where, a moment ago, there had been the dazzling light of passing systems, the front window of the ship is full of swirling purples and greens and golds. Even from this distance, you can tell that it is rumbling, explosive and violent. Had your ship exited into such a maelstrom…
https://i.imgur.com/rVYGwOm.jpeg

KCC

Jan 1, 2025 10:01 am
[ +- ] Hss’kas Vision
Jan 1, 2025 11:11 am
Hss'kas knew the risks of using the Force at such times as these. Other sensitives could also sense such use, even from afar. But it was a risk he felt he had to take, given the urgency of the situation.

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Jan 1, 2025 11:21 am
"That's no moon..." The Trandoshan's eyes were still closed, but his mouth began a series of sibilant sounds that described to the others what he saw, "... That does not belong here..."
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KCC

Jan 1, 2025 11:22 am
Before you, only a short ways away, lays the dark and desolate rock that Hss’kas warns doesn’t belong. You had reached the coordinates given to you by Alliance High Command. AC-D3 was right. The Imperials were on their way. Would you try your luck, and spend your time, with the pirates? Or would you creep closer to the moon, and so search for Ado Thorsh yourself?
OOC:
Wrote a lot! Stopping for posts!
Jan 1, 2025 6:48 pm
"Alrighty let's see what we're working with here!" AC-D3 exclaims as they come out of hyperspace. He begins to direct the ship's sensors at the moon thing that has the Jedi worried. "What about that null space you were talking about, space wizard? If we land on that rock, all you going to have access to your force?

He figured the answers to these questions would inform their decision on whether to involve the pirates.
OOC:
Not sure what our ship's sensors can do, but I'll check it on all spectrums - life signs, power sources, defensive capabilities, docked or landed ships, any "it's a trap!" like things 😁
AC-D3 takes the Jedi's measure while he awaits his answer. Despite the apostrophe in his name, AC-D3 had to grudgingly admit he had earned his respect. In fact, he felt a unique kinship with him. Like him, the Jedi channeled power. In fact, he might be the only organic that understood what that felt like. But, instead of coming from inside him, like AC-D3's fusion reactor, he claimed it was "all around him," usually with this dopey, serene look on his face. Well, sensors told otherwise, but he had seen his Jedi power first hand, not to mention that deadly, violet lightsaber he had hidden away. This guy was their big gun, and everyone knew it.
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Jan 2, 2025 8:02 am
"Difficult to see, the future is always in motion." Hss'kas continued to face towards the moon, even though he sat inside their ship with no line of sight to it, his eyes far away. "But I do not sense this nullifying karrak, I should be good to proceed there. Let us make haste." Without clearly anticipating when the Imperials will arrive, time was still on their side, until it wasn't.
Jan 2, 2025 11:36 am
Knibbec puts his head in his hands. What are these people even talking about?! "Nshtabaa ubuntuu?"
At least space is pretty?
Jan 2, 2025 10:08 pm
Plok, for his part, wasn't over the apostrophe yet. He also wasn't fond of double negatives, and That's no moon that does not belong here strayed fully into level two brow knit territory for the Rodian. Of course, it was hard to tell when his bumpy green brow was knitting, but he knew and that's what mattered.

On the journey Plok had told everyone about the Hutt angle with the pirate, and the preposterously on-the-nose name of the red-headed human in the gang. Now seated at the ship's weapon station, the little alien asks, "Dar abh ti gloda bu tooda mef te zamtam tidi?"*

* So are we going to search for the pirates first?
Jan 2, 2025 10:58 pm
"Oh dear. Plok, I do believe the sensors will provide us with more pertinent information before we make a decision on which path to take. AC-D3 is already diligently working on it. Now, do you suppose those dreadful pirates are aware of the base? Perhaps we could... oh my... sell them information and use them as a distraction as we catch Ado Thorsh! Although, I must say, I’m ever so prepared for diplomatic measures... However, I cannot shake the fear that they might double-cross us and hand us over to the Empire! Such treachery is always a possibility!"
Jan 3, 2025 1:48 am
AC-D3 appreciates PQ's call for patience. These sensor readings were taking a long time

"Look, this is not the fastest hunk of junk in the galaxy."

"The pirates seem like a good option if their defenses are a match for Hss'kss' utility knife."

"But, maybe Ado Thorsh is just sitting there all alone, writing her diary 'Woe be told, I have committed so many crimes against the galaxy, if only some brave team of rebels would swoop in her and make me pay for my crimes, I would be ever so grateful.' No need to get the pirates involves and make things complicated! Let's give it another minute, at least."


He clanged his manipulator arm against the sensor console to hurry it up (hey, it works sometimes).

"It's like this computer is in another time zone or something!"
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Jan 3, 2025 6:56 am
Plok looks from PQ to AC-DC and back again as they converse.

Wishing he could blink, he adds to the protocol droid, "Shob derp ple glap pidi te udo gabiobio ah tikasonto? Et puuto wormamor dipi?"*

* When was the last time he was wiped and reprogrammed? Is his warranty up?
Jan 3, 2025 10:36 am
OOC:
AC-D3 says:
"It's like this computer is in another time zone or something!"
LOL!

C4PQ turned sharply to face Plok, his photoreceptors glowing a touch brighter than usual, a clear sign of his offense. "Wiped? Reprogrammed? Oh, how utterly barbaric! I assure you, such treatment is the height of indignity for any droid, and we are quite beyond such crude measures. Shall we discuss when you last had the pleasure of an Imperial IT-O interrogation droid administering one of their... shall we say, persuasive interrogations? Hmm? Perhaps then you'd understand the value of retaining one’s autonomy!"
OOC:
Looking forward for AC-D3 and Plok's reactions =)

KCC

Jan 3, 2025 11:48 am
The Meridian Astra's central console lets out a put-upon trill, as it works hard to bring all the data to the crew's attention in as quick a time as it's dinged up, old hardware would allow!

CP-4Q and AC-D3 turn the attention of the ship's scanners and ocular instruments to the dark-blue moon below. The first thing to throw up a warning on the holo-map are the large chunks of blasted moon rock that are orbiting your destination even now. Pieces great and small are floating around and away from the moon in all directions, troubled little by the moon's weak atmosphere.

A little fiddling with some dials, and the scanner is investigating a large, still-smoldering crater on the surface of the Imperial moon. Zooming out and scanning more of the surface, the ship's scanners begin to come across dreaded Imperial architecture. Imperial shield towers, and many of them, pepper the moon. Scanning one, two, three... a dozen of them, and you're sure that they are all destroyed.

https://i.imgur.com/VviDPvI.jpeg

KCC

Jan 3, 2025 11:55 am
More scanning and searching the surface of the moon, and your thoughts turn to the base itself. The computer picks up some signatures a ways away from the blasted crater, and investigates.
https://i.imgur.com/lzgqKmN.jpegAs if the Emperor himself was sticking his tongue out at the rebellion, you see it! More twisted metal and floating debris surround the entrance to the Imperial facility. The Meridian Astra strains its scanning equipment to see that the static shield, the entrance to the base and what keeps its atmosphere livable, flickers on and off every few seconds. The communication paraphernalia and life support systems peppered about the base itself look in equally bad shape.

The whole base looks to have been through a rough go of it. And there, in the hanger, the Meridian Astra pings another ship. A busted up old patrol vessel out of Naboo.

Ship ID: Outlaw Toledohttps://i.imgur.com/QW2BsSg.jpegHad the pirates already beaten you to the prize?
Jan 3, 2025 10:42 pm
"Wiped?"

AC-D3 turns away from the scopes and squares of with Plok as PQ starts berating him.

"You wanna wipe me, laser-brain? You come on over and give it your best shot! The only thing around here getting wiped is this floor - with your kriffing ass!"

The results of the sweeps start coming over the screen but AC-D3 isn't paying attention. He snaps his utility knife out of its holder and wields it, menacingly, dancing from foot to foot as if ready for a boxing match.
Jan 4, 2025 8:56 am
"Scum and villainy..." Hss'kas muttered in the faraway voice that was now familar to the others, still semi-lost in his trance to see what else he could perceive of this unnatural situation. It was hard to tell whether he was referring to the clouded vision of what appeared to be a derelict imperial base, or a reference to the possible raiders in the pirate ship, or simply the unwashed altercation developing between AC-D3 and Plok, with wide-eyed Knibbec looking on underneath his hood.

Instinctively, with eyes still closed, Hss'kas hand extended its digits and made a waving motion, as if to disarm the puny knife that AC-D3 brandished "... keep the balance..." so that both parties were equally unequipped.
OOC:
just RPing don't mind me
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Jan 5, 2025 4:00 am
Plok is staring blankly at PQ (well, more like at two slightly divergent places on either side of PQ) when AC-D3 gets huffy and squares up, only taking about fourteen small, whirring, mincing steps to accomplish that.

"Teep dadka 'pooda' ee ut vionza pam," Plok is saying when the blade comes out. He'd fought killer Gonk droids before, the bounty hunter had, and he knew all he really needed to do was tip the thing over, or climb up on top. He opts for the former strategy as the Jedizard tries in his inert space wizard way to intervene...

I meant 'wiped' in a friendly way
OOC:
It's on! Plok intends to shove the deadly assassin droid in sheep's clothing onto its back! Tell us what we're doing, KCC!
Jan 5, 2025 7:51 am
Knibbec flails around in distress. "Utmmalaa pootiimama boogiisee! Koobeetoo matoo geedee."
Nobody's wiping anyone! Calm down, you shitpoofs!"
Jan 5, 2025 12:37 pm
"Oh my!"
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