Log:18 years a prisoner

Events happen on a derelict Prison Transport

Location: The Oberon Prison Transport
Participants: Juria Nexum, Qutha Buvu Pah, Evie Leven, Lira'una, Rey

[ Juria (Juria)]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

The people of Dweem have had it rough this season. The rains never came and the proximity to the Sith Empire had prevent any legal relief efforts from the Republic. With it being a small planet with no logistical interests to any faction, it fell upon noble few to provide what little support they could. Which is why Juria had contracted, with wife card, Evie to bring shipments of food, clean water, and medical supplies. Is it going to solve the issue? Absolutely not.. but it gave her an opportunity to get a lay of the land, see how best she could establish regular, more effective efforts.

It's also where she received a decade and a half year old comms transmission encrypted using her fathers old codes. The message was largely corrupted, half words, incomplete sentences.. all that came through clearly was coordinates and the name of a ship The Oberon II. Which turned out to be a First Order Prisoner transport ship whose last known flight route had been the Kessel Spice Mines.

With little to no information to go on, she turned to the people around her. Friends... family... a really cute little ten year old who she despirately wanted to meet her grandfather.

Aboard the Asteroid, these were the people she trusted, with the notable exception of her Padawan, but he's busy doing kids stuff it's fine. "Thanks, everybody..." She never asks for anything and is very rarely anything other than the bright ray of sun in a dark world. So it's likely telling how concerned she suddenly looks as they sit in the tail end of a hyperspace jump to the coordinates she'd received.

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[ Qutha Buvu Pah (Koof)]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Cast about on the currents of the Force, looking where he way for any imagery, shapes or anything else that might aid. He'd been so for some time, since sitting down before they'd even gone to hyperspace.

"Don' need t'thank, Miss Juria." offered from where he is seated, hands folding in his lap. "I f'git if I asked, but does y'have a picture of who we's looking for? Holo? Flat?" he had been floating for much of the trip in his meditations during the journey until the eddies in the Force gave him need to lift from his contemplations and be in the present.

Hia BD unit was resting on his folded legs, watching the room but remaining quiet during Qutha's meditation and subsequent questions.

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[ Evie Kora (11)]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Evennia Kora, despite the impression given by the armor she wears and her work as a merchant of death is not a heartless person by any means. What happens when you add the wife card to the pile? Well. It gets an arms shipment left behind and the Asteroid loaded up with humanitarian supplies, instead. While they're in flight, the Kuati-born woman is keeping her helmet attached to her belt rather than atop her head. "For better or for worse. I made the pledge, I wasn't about to back out now." she drawls with a lazy smile, keeping her eyes on the displays that monitor the outside as the stars fly by as fanciful streaks in the blackness.

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[ Lira'una (Lira)]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Lira had made her way to a countertop -- hopefully not one that was /regularly/ used for food prep. Or maybe it was just a holochess board. Whatever her perch, she sits there with her legs crisscoss, hands resting on her legs. Anyone that didn't know her in the /very/ beginning might think it was some Jedi meditation thing. In reality, it's just Lira. She was sitting like that before she ever realized it was cool.

Unlike Qutha who sat nearby, however, she was not, in fact, floating.

"Hey, you followed me like three klicks in rain that smelled like..." Lira's violet nose wrinkles, but the corner of her lips twist up into a grin. "...well, you know what it smelled like, just to calm me down when I completely freaked out about Aryn Cortess. It's not even that I /owe/ you. You're honorary family, at this point. So, you never really had a choice. You're stuck with me."

The Twi'lek's big, blue eyes shine with warmth, but even still, there's something less... frenetic about her than there has been in the past. Like she finally figured out how to dial the knob down from thirteen.

Granted, now it was like.. 9.. but progress was progress.

"Oh! A picture would be good."

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[ Rey (R)]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Rey was here too.

Having found a place to seat herself, the young woman is dressed in all-covering clothing of black hue. A cloak rests over her form, the hood drawn up, with only two loose strands of dark hair framing her face on either side. She was just quietly sitting there, her back straight, and her hands together on her lap, one a natural shade of pale skin, the other a glimmering hand of strange metals.

As the others spoke, Rey would look to them, her brown eyes wandering between them as the conversations unfolded.

She was here to help Juria, should the need arise.

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[ Juria (Juria)]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

"Still.. I know that..." She wants to say something about 'not having attachments' which she's often preached against... but shakes her head instead. Smiling at Qutha's question and Lira's second, "I do.. it's not a very good one, but..." She heads over to a shelf in the commons area and pulls a small holoreader from amidst other pictures to bring over for everyone to see.

It's a picture of a man in his late thirties, long black beard with grey near the jaw, and hard green eyes that very much resemble Juria's. He's wearing your typical spacer attire. Beside him is a young girl, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, who is very much a young Juria. "This was the last time I saw him before I went to flight school." She kneels down beside Katya, showing her as well since she's making it ABUNDENTLY clear she wont be left out.

The ring of the hyperspace alarms has Juria turning towards the cockpit, then back to the others assembled. In the cockpit, Evie receives a beep notification that they're about to exit hyperspace a few seconds before the stars jerk back into proper spartial orientation against the swirling maelstrom that protects the prison world. There's an interference that naturally comes from being this close to the Maelstrom what protects Kessel. Those who have been here know that it's host to a great many odd life forms that originate from within the Maelstrom. Those who have done research on the matter know that not all of them are natural.

"Alright.." She sets the holo down on the table and stands, pulling the zipper of her swoopsuit up like they do in the holo-action movies... if for no other reason to try and calm her anxiety.

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[ Qutha Buvu Pah (Koof)]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Studying the image while it is available to him, Qutha's eyes flicker between hazily unfocused and piercingly attentive. Taking in the details that are presented - nodding absently to the when and circumstances surrounding the image. Forming mental images and pondering Juiria's presence in the force. How it may be similar to kin to her.

The alert jolts him from the reverie, a new line forming between his eyes as the sensations of space around them rushes inward to join the presence of the Force that had been bubbled in hyperspace. Head canting to one side "Miss Rey, Lira, does you sense that?" rising from where he sits with his face drawing in a curious expression.

Hands folding before him and his steps light with his passage, "Evie? Kin you scan fer nearby..." pausing and his mouth moving like he was tasting the sensations, "Kin yu's scan fer a damaged reactor?"

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[ Evie Kora (11)]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Evie's not trying to interrupt the cheerful chatter by any means; she considers Juria's friends to be her friends by default, so they're all welcome guests in the family's home. When the alarms go off, though, she's immediately kicking the scanners into gear to see if she can find any information that will help the rescue team...

"Juuuuuria!" she calls out, glancing over her shoulder towards her approaching copilot. "I think you need to see this!"

What is 'this'? Well, it's the very same IFS code that the blonde had provided belonging to the Oberion. Sensor readouts suggest that -- other than barely-there life support and proximity shields, it's flying without power.

"Can't pierce the Maelstrom well enough to tell for sure," she responds to Qutha. "...but she's basically limping out there, unless it's some sort of sensor trick I'm seeing." Years flying with the First Order, Mandalorians, New Republic and others have definitely had her bear witness to such things.

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[ Lira'una (Lira)]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Lira's back stretches as she leans up and forward to see the picture, her entire expression softening when she realizes she was looking back in time to an almost-Lira-aged Juria, too.

"He's /so/ handsome..." Beat. "Not in a weird way. You know what I mean, right? You two..."

The Twi'lek's voice trails off when Qutha speaks up and she blinks. Because no, she obviously hadn't felt anything that wasn't the ship returning to real space, and she wasn't used to words like /sense/ being used to describe those sudden lurches.

"No sir," comes Lira's quizzical soprano, but when he rose, so did she, pulling the black of her cloak around her to fight back the chill of space as she followed him. Maybe it was just a mental thing, but no matter how comfortable everyone else seemed to be, she always felt like she couldn't get warm no matter how hard she tried.

She fell quiet as she listened to Evie, then her blue gaze shifted between the Mandalorian and her mentor. "Limping... damaged reactor. What does that mean? Is it still.. operational? Like, can we tell if there's still life support?"

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[ Rey (R)]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Rey's chin was down when the image came up of the man, and a young Juria. This caught Rey's eyes, that lifted up to stare on to it... but she said nothing of it.

When the ship lurched, and Qutha spoke, Rey had felt it just before his familiar voice echoed her own thoughts. It's here that her eyes close again, her mind focusing on the flow of the energies around them here in the room, out across the ship that they occupy... out further to the space beyond them, and lastly to the sense of a ship drawing closer as their own vessel moves in toward it.

"I sense it." Rey quietly confirms, her eyes opening. "The reactor is leaking..." She grimly notes to the others before she rises up to her feet, her black cloak quietly adjusting to her change of state around her form.

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[ Juria (Juria)]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Juria moves towards the cockpit and leans forward to stare at the massing swirl of astral storm clouds that comprise the Maelstrom. At this distance, she can almost make out the derelect skeleton of what use to be a ship.. parts of the hull have been striped away, others have a faint blue glow of shielding covering obvious breaches and there's dozens of small objects hovering around the exterior surface. If that ship has moved anytime soon, it's done so only minutely.

The front end is crushed.

As if it hit something solid and just /stopped/ and one of the massive nacelles is connected only by extended wiring pulled tight in the void of space. It's close enough to the Maelstrom that objects have been flung at the hull, which probably accounts for the proximity shields being a continued priority. "What the heck..."

She furrows her brow and makes her way back into the commons with a pensive expression. "Uh... Evie's going to get us closer, but something-" Or someone, "-did a number on that ship." She brings up a display that links to the forward view cameras of the Asteriod so that everyone can see what she'd just seen.

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[ Qutha Buvu Pah (Koof)]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Reaching out, attempting to trace the direction of the man in the image, Qutha's eyes have closed again and he simply turns where he stands. Head lifted as if looking to an absent sky for signs and breathing slowly. Hands folding before his stomach, the zelosian's senses are set to drift. Unfortunately, for him, it seems to little benefit. His features bending in a concerned frown.

"Miss Evie..." eyes still shut he approaches where the Mandalorian pilots, leaning towards the console with clear intent on tapping a heading into the controls, only to halt when Juria gives her exclamation. Emerald gaze towards her, then the viewscreen - where he only squints before his hand comes up to his temple.

"S'too dark f'me... wha'ssit look like?" dim light and only the soft blue of shielding being too low lit for his sense of sight.

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[ Evie Kora (11)]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* "Not /much/ life support. But it's there. If anyone's on there, they have a chance." Evie replies to Lira, though she lowers her tone so as to not worry Katya. Her attention then turns to Juria once again, especially at Rey's words. "It's your show, darlin'. I can make sure the ship dances to the tune of your drum."

There's clearly been damage here, and the void combat veteran suspects that it was, indeed, a 'someone' rather than a something that did the damage she's seeing, so she doesn't want to draw too much attention to their crew. Manuvering with the skills that made her an Empress in more than just her own head, she gets the YV-666 settled in nice and close in a manner designed to avoid setting off alarms. Anything to give them an advantage. She feels like it might be needed.

"It looks like it tried to /ram/ against something didn't quite win the fight. Like... uh.. " Frowning a bit as she considers how to make the connection a bit better. Spying an emptied FizzyPop can in the trash, she pulls it out, and smashes it against a console. "Kinda like this." she explains, holding the can up for Qutha to see properly -- hoping the interior lights of the cockpit will help out where the exterior darkness would not.

As there's a beep from her console informing her that she can't automatically dock -- not enough power. She frowns. "I'm gonna step out to try and feed that bird some power so y'all can check it out. Try to keep me looped if you need to get out quick... I'll need time to get us /un/tethered, too."

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[ Lira'una (Lira)]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

/Focus/ was still hard for the young, lavender-skinned Twi'lek. Qutha had repeatedly counseled Lira about staying in the moment, but there were times that she worried she lived /too much/ in the moment. Or, at least, just the window of it that was right in front of her face. She wasn't used to /feeling/ the Force as a constant thing, yet. It was still a thing she reached for on purpose, not something that existed as part of her consciousness.

Once Lira remembered that, though -- that there was something beyond her eyes that she was learning to tap into -- she was always surprised at how simultaneously easy and difficult it could be. It was elusive, like trying to land a hovercraft on a boat in rocky seas, but when she actually /made/ that connection...

"Evie, please be careful. There's something out there," Lira blurts out, her hand reaching out to touch Qutha's arm as much for her own comfort as to get his attention -- a sign in itself of how important she thought it was, maybe even a subtle request for /help/ with what she was feeling. She wasn't the type to spontaneously interrupt, after all (well, not Qutha, anyway). Her lekku, which had been laying relatively still against her back, were beginning to curl in an almost pained, helpless way. "A LOT of somethings." The girl's voice has a grave edge to it that's usual for her -- a tension in her voice like she was /sharing/ some uncomfortable sensation. "And they're /starving/. It's..." Her jaw tenses, her nose wrinkling. Maybe she was trying to focus. Maybe she was just trying to fight through something. "It's... awful. It /hurts/." She pauses a beat, her eyes shifting out the front viewport. "I've... got a really bad feeling about this."

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[ Rey (R)]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Rey appears in the cockpit entrance. Her eyes peer out at the viewports that show the scene of space beyond. She just stands there, not blocking the doorway, just standing off to the side of it. She listens to the others, she watches the container of fizzypop get crushed as an example of what lies out in the void.

"Be very careful." Rey quietly says to the ship pilot as she declares a rather dangerous method of solving what problem they've discovered here.

Her eyes go to Juria then, and she lowers her chin ever so slightly toward her. "We can bring more to this location, Juria. More ships, the Eravana for instance. We don't have to do this now."

She has to say it, as it is a option, even if it's one she figures does not have much a chance of being accepted.

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[ Juria (Juria)]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Juria is usually a bright fountain of light in a room. She can look at the cold of space, pick out a star, and smile about just that shimmering beam while in the midst of a pitched battle that has no clear indication of success. Right now? She looks nervous. An expression that's so alien to her, so absolutely foreign on that pale face. She stands there quietly staring at the view screen, chewing her bottom lip, and worrying her hands.

People are saying things to her.

She can hear them and know that she should be saying something. Evie specifically asked if she wants her to bring the ship closer.. and there's a lurch in the Oberion's skeletal direction.

She hears Qutha asking for details because he can't see them in the dim light..

Lira'una saying there's something..s.. out there. Starving and ravenous.

Even Rey, assuring her they can come back with more.

She just stands there staring until a tiny bronze hand grabs her by the pants leg and tugs on it three times. "Mommy, are we going to get gran'daddy?" The voice has a pronounced lisp. Big brown eyes peer up at her mother and Juria looks down at her.. Ah... there's the star. She smiles and brushes her hand across her cheek with a nod. "We are, yes... we.. not you. This is very dangerous, I need you to help Mommy with the ship? So be a big girl and go sit in the cockpit okay?"

She turns towards the others and motions, grabbing rebreathers from a cabinet near the loading docks, which she hands out to those who need them. "Scanners say there's life support, but we're not taking any chances." She fits the strap around her neck and lets it hang until they need to put them in. Eyes going over to Rey, "Unless that thing moves... this ship has sat here for eighteen years. I... no.. we can't wait. We have to go." Not just for her father. Lira, she nods, "Something's out there and .. yeah.. yeah we have to do something." Headed towards the docking clamps.

The interior lights flicker aboard the Asteriod as power conduits are established and there's a CLUNK when the docking clamps connect. "I'll be right back." She says to Evie, smiling, and leans over to kiss her cheek.

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[ Qutha Buvu Pah (Koof)]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Turning at the touch to his arm, worry lines in his brow deepening and the frown looking positively carved into his features now, "Ayuh... I agree wit Juria... I's goin' in." drawing the rebreather over his head and letting it hang from its strap about his neck. Looking to Lira again, mouth dropping momentarily open before he's blinking rapidly with an adjustment of his vision - pupils shrinking to pin-pricks.

"Fear nothin' Lira. All is as Th'Force wills it." reaching to offer a momentary touch at the twi'lek's shoulder. "Rem'mer that." the countenance of his face slowly changing to something else - a hard determination while his hands move to check his equipment, so little as there is.

"If'n t'day is the day - it were allus meant t'be f'us."

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[ Evie Kora (11)]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

"May the Force be with all of you." Evie tells the group -- though she'll make a point of kissing Juria before letting her properly go. You never know the moment which will be your last, afterall. Giving their daughter a quick hug, too. "Keep in touch. I'll get us ready to move as quick as I can when you give the word."

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[ Lira'una (Lira)]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

"I remember, sir," Lira says, following the taller, greener man out of the cockpit and into the main area of the ship. "I also remember the last time you told me that, I got shot." But it's mirth rather than fear that twinkles in the Twi'lek's eyes. For better or worse, she was a bit of a thrill-seeker, and fear wasn't as much of an issue for her as the desire to rush head-first out there just to go see what had caused that /awful/ feeling in her stomach. It was /probably/ going to try to eat her, but even that didn't seem to deter her.

"I'm with you," Lira tells Juria when she takes that rebreather and slips it over her head (and lekku), letting it hang against her chest. She was first, maybe, in line -- at least, closest to the exit of the ship, for the moment. She probably /shouldn't/ be the first one off, but that youthful energy seemed to be compelling her to /pull/ the others with her body language. Impatient. But not rushing off on her own, at least.

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[ Rey (R)]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Rey just quietly resolves herself to this, though she does have some reservations. It is dangerous. Perhaps recklessly so, but she cannot argue doing very similar things in her past herself. Sometimes even pushing people away to do them on her own...

Back to the seat she'd claimed, Rey gathers up the black leather satchel she'd brought with her. It's strap is raised up over her head, and it's crossed across her torso as she turns to the others, her hand reaching out to accept the mask when it's offered. She raises her hands up then, casting her hood back with one, while the other prepares the mask. When she has it placed on, she turns to follow with the rest toward the derelict destination that awaits...

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[ Juria (Juria)]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

The doors slide open into ... darkness.. There's the occational interal hazard light, but even those have dimmed. These old transports were intended to survive in space for years, part of internment being the isolation from civilization.. It's an old Imperial model redesigned for inhuman, truly disturbing, intent. The fact that there's any power at all is likely due more to whomever deactivating most of the onboard systems aside from the minimum required to keep the occupants from dying in the cold of space.. so illumination was secondary.

Juria grabs a light from her hip pack and fixes it to the front of her swoopsuit after activating it. The cold white beam casts over torn panels, deck plating lanced with blaster fire, and... remains. Some of them human, some of them still wearing stormtrooper armor. She immediately fixes her rebreather on, but it's less about the potential for hazzardous environment and more for the SMELL... "oh.. wow..." She hiss whispers through the device. Squinting and moving into the corridor.

Off to one side there's what had probably been intended to be a barricade, but it'd been over turned. With more Stormtroopers, their armor mangled in places. Others wear prison uniforms, their sunken and desicated faces stare lifelessly from the floor.

<"Evie, I'm going to send recordings back to the ship..."> She says with a frown, glancing over to the trio with her and back again. Her hand goes down to the hilt of her lightsaber dangling from her belt, but doesn't yet ignite it.

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[ Qutha Buvu Pah (Koof)]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

"Oh bother..." already reaching out for the subject for their search and adjusting his sight further once they're aboard the derelict. His demeanor sad, quietly wishing this wasn't one of a number of instances he'd been aboard ships in this state in his long years, wandering the galaxy where the Force pulls him.

"They's was fightin' the same thing in th'end... Allies b'necceser-tea." hand moving to gently move corpses with the energy field, pointing with his chin towards several, "Jabbed up... sommat that could git through armor... like it had some kinda spear..." blinking again, requiring no light of his own to see.

"But he's mos' like this'a way..." giving an apologetic look to Juria as his pace moves deeper into the thick of the aftermath of the battle itself. "Deeper'n deeper im."

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[ Evie Kora (11)]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Putting her helmet back on to utilize the augmented reality feature to get a better view of what the group inside the ship is seeing, Evie frowns at the sight she's seeing.

<"Be careful over there... I don't know /what/ did that, but I have to believe we haven't seen what did all this yet."> Evie comments. Taking the opportunity to draw her blaster, because, with the ship docked there's always the possibility that whatever's out there /misses/ the rescue team and comes to the ship, instead. She'd rather be ready if that circumstance comes up!

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[ Lira'una (Lira)]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Once Lira'una has stepped out into what turned out to be as much of a mass tomb as a ship, she raised that rebreather to her nose as well, her eyes flashing over to a sign of movement she'd just barely caught when the flashlight swept over it.

"Up there. I saw something with a tail. I don't think it liked the light."

She's pointing with her left hand, and Juria might have been to reach for the hilt of her saber, but Lira'una was not. She might have had a pocket-flashlight in one of the pouches of her belt that she could have used, but if she'd learned anything about the blade, it's that it worked great as a reading lamp.

Combination lantern and baddie-wacker. So, super useful. Her thumb hovered over the activation switch, but she hesitated.

"I can still feel them," she says, her voice echoing in that sort of super creepy way that it did in derelict spaceship movies. Why did the ship /sound/ more hollow? "The things, from before. They're in the vents, I think.. all around us. I can't tell where... or how many." She pauses, maybe for dramatic effect. "..And they're still /really/ hungry."

Her eyes are had been cast up into the darkness, thoughtful and searching. It wasn't until she looked back down, tracking Juria's light, that she seemed to really begin to understand what the smell was.

"Oh sithspit... what /are/ these things?"

And finally, her thumb twitches, and the blade of the stunsaber springs out, telescoping and glowing white at the same time. She holds the blade out and off to the side -- like a torch that she wanted to illuminate the area around her, to keep her from tripping over anything unfortunate, rather than a sword in guard position that she couldn't see through the glare of.

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When the ships were connected, their atmospheres balanced, Rey stood there with her mask on, the two strands framing her face waving gently around her cheeks. She stares in to the dark, the others up ahead of her. She joins them, her hands going to the black leather strap of the satchel she'd slung across herself.

At first it just sounds like her own filtered breathing inside of the mask... but soon she's realizing she's hearing the whispering voices of others. They bounce around her, in a way she's experienced many times before. The first instance of this had happened on Ahch-to, when she'd been chasing after Master Skywalker... It had sent chills down her spine.

It still did today, nearly two decades later.

With the whispers washing over her, Rey focuses on the corridor they're moving down. She knows the sight of fallen soldiers of the First Order all too well, but as the others move their lights about, Rey's eyes adjust to take in the sight of it all.

She just breathes... inside that mask strapped to her face, she just follows after the others...

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[ Juria (Juria)]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Juria glances back to Qutha and nods, letting him direct them down the path.. Several are still barricaded, fallen soldiers and prisoners on this side as they pass. The further they go, the more lights flicker and illuminate the obvious signs of pitched, near constant, fighting. She's careful to pick her way over, furrowing her brow and staring at every single face of every single prisoner. Lighting it with her flashlight clipped to her vest, then moving on when she doesn't recognize them. Even if it'd be impossible to recognize anyone after eithteen years of decomposition in the, surprisingly warm, interior of these corridors.

There's an almost bog-like feel. Humid. The smell of death clinging as they move past doors sealed shut with thick run welding lines.. or with panels blasted out at point blank range. No sound at all aside from the occational hiss from pipes in the walls and ceiling, their own foot falls, and the groaning of a ship left adrift in space for almost two decades.

Ahead there's the faint shimmering blue glow of shielding blocking their path with a single panel hanging gutted against the side of the emitters on one side. Juria reclips her lightsaber and steps up to it, twisting lines, reconnecting the damaged terminal enough she can deactive the barrier, after several tries, so many tries... SO MANY TRIES... It flickers, pops, and whines down to allow them acces into what remains of the crushed bridge.

The ship groans louder as it adjusts atmosphere to the environmentally controlled interior of the bridge and the deck plates all around them protest with the sudden shift.. Followed by a howl.. so many of them. Dozens... hundreds.. With something, so very many something's, attacking the welded doors in the corridors behind them. "Sithspit..." She glances back and heads into the bridge. <"Get the ship ready, Evie, something's.. I'm going to get the...-"> ...

A woman stands, a Twi'lek. Near one of the pilot seats. Another, a Stormtrooper who'd removed his helmet slides up from where he was laying on the floor. Then the man from the holo picture stands up from behind one of the terminals.. He's gaunt, eyes sunken and dull, with long black hair run through grey. His prison outfit barely fits his boney frame anymore. The twi'lek was in profile, but as she turns part of her face is missing.. jaw hanging slack at an odd angle. With something clinging to her back. Translucent, ungulating, starving.

All three people scream, a howl, and start climbing over the tops of terminals towards the intruders.

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