Log:A Tiny Hope: Prison Break

A Tiny Hope: Prison Break

OOC Date: March 6, 2025
Location: Mustafar
Participants: Cin'cirad, Ben Solo, Ben Relor, Jaq'n Greayf, Yuun, Darth Hadius and Vega

[ Vega (Ve) | 20:05:08 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*>

Mustafar was by far an unforgiving planet and the locals didn't like Humans or Near Humans for that matter. The fact that there is a Sith Empire prison just out in the middle of the planet is certainly something to ponder on later though. Or well...never if everything goes well!

Coordinates and plans had been given to those that there going to be in the group that attempted the prison break. While this was a prison break and there was going to be violence, they were going to try to stealth it for a few at least.

The plan isn't some elaborate thing, it's your standard, get in, disable hostiles, free prisoners and get back home without losing anyone.

It might be easier said than done though. Like any good mission is.

Vega's been nervous about coming back to Mustafar, because lets be honest, she's had a lot of breakdowns since remembering her time in prison here. The Echani Jedi is dressed in varying shades of black for this mission, because the Sith don't own the color! And oil stains are hard to get out of beige.

She powers down the controls and drops the ramp for those who are disembarking the ship. "Does anyone have any last minute questions?" she asks the group.

[ Cin'cirad (Sira) | 20:20:17 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*

Sira pulls out her datapad and sets it on the nearest surface she can find. Tapping on it a few times till it emits a little map above it. The thing looks old enough to had kids, and its datapad to have kids, or in this case - just old. The Mandalorian in her armor taps a few more times, and then a small map of the place, based on what knowledge they have of it, pulls up.

"I think the plan is pretty straight forward." She points along what the planned entry and exit would be for the plate, the little lines showing up on the holoprojected display. Her helmet looking up and around to the others before back toward the map. "I'll be forwarding this over to the rest of the group when they land. But we should take one last look. Do we have information on any of the patrols or troops? Or any other ideas of things we can do before we head on in?"

[ Ben Solo (BS) | 20:27:29 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*

Mustafar. It was a nexus of Force energy, of suffering and fire, even before Anakin Skywalker burned in its industrially polluted magma flows. It's an insidious game these new Sith play; where Kylo Ren and Snoke brooked little dissent from opposing Force users who would not join them... this long game of exile, imprisonment, spiritual /torture/ holds implications that, frankly, worry the Ronin deeply.

It may be a measure of wisdom that he doesn't speak on that concern directly, however. "Imperial prisons are never pleasant places, and Mustafar is worse than most." Clad in black and white accented leathers, his hood currently resting at his back, Ben Solo leans back into a nearby wall, studying the holograms-- and the gathered operatives.

"We don't know what condition any of them will be in-- less lethal weaponry and medical equipment may both be useful." As will steady will-- on all their parts. "I would not be surprised however if... at the least... the facility is grossly undermanned with regard to actual Imperial soldiers."

[ Ben Relor (Relor) | 20:29:49 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><

Ben Relor is smoking, as usually. He's been high energy for awhile now, and he still seems jittery and restless, but the edges of fatigue are starting to creep in, and the dark circles under his eyes have dark circles. "What's my role in keeping this mission from going to hell? I think you want me here for a big boom, right?" That's what they talked about last time, during the planning stages. There were a lot more Jedi present then. "Are we gonna need to blow the doors open, or can we slice 'em? Or...something else?" There /are/ Jedi here...maybe they can just Force those doors open. "Or do ya need me to rig a distraction somewhere in case we gotta book it? Wouldn't be a bad idea to burn the whole karking place down so they can't use it again easily, in which case, I'd wanna check for weak spots..." He'll be looking at that map as soon as he can, and at Sira and also Vega, before glancing over at Good Ben, aka Ben Solo. And he nods, pointing with his cigarette. "I think you're right about that. I'm not too worried about manpower. It's getting the prisoners out and away from here I'm more concerned about."

[ Vega (Ve) | 20:52:17 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*>

"It's a pretty basic plan written from a fragmented mind." Vega tells Sira with a bit of a haunted smile. "We do have times on the rounds outside, most of them do not like to be outside for long given the lava and all of that." she admits. "They'd complain about the planet a lot from what I remember of being lucid here."she muses.

"Let's get moving though." she tells the others. The white haired Jedi was not expecting to see the other member of the party that had joined and for a brief moment Vega stops as she recognizes the frame that belongs to Ben Solo. It is followed by a very bright smile, probably the most genuine one since she got freed. "Well, I didn't expect you to show up, but welcome to our little rag tag band of misfits." she tells Mister Solo. "Relor, Solo. We can't mix up the Bens." she points out.

"As for people inside, the force users are usually the worst in shape. They tend to keep more trained in a drugged state or severed from the force." she admits uncomfortably. "Relor, if you want to blow this whole place up after we clear it...that's a great idea. One less focal point for the dark side here on Mustafar." she states.

[ Ben Solo (BS) | 20:59:13 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*

"I can take the X-Wing in, distract from your presence and knock out their comms while I make a few ways in and out if you like, Vega." Ben Solo has a way of popping up here, and vanishing there. As if walking through the Force itself as often as material space; or maybe he's just Batman.

"It will also help ensure a clean extraction, once attention is... likely inevitably.. drawn." At the obvious cost of letting the facility know that /something/ is going down, up front.

"Either way, once that is done I'll take point lookout on the ground; unless they have powerful Sith on sentry duty, I'll see whatever threats we face before they see me." Some would call this 'cocky'. Solo seems to think it's just /fact/.

[ Ben Relor (Relor) | 21:03:24 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><

Relor snorts, flicking his cigarette away and folding his arms. "Just call us by our last names. And..." Vega said the magic words, didn't she? A huge, shit-eating grin spreads across Relor's face. "Making things hard for the Empire is what I /live/ for, Vega. And I can bring enough explosives to make it happen. You better believe it."

He narrows his eyes a bit at Solo, raising his broken eyebrow. "Hey, Force Hero. We're a team, ya know. You don't have to prove anything to anyone. We all know how badass you are, but even /you/ can only do so many things at once, huh? Maybe stick to one thing at a time, and don't leave us all behind. This is a prison for Force Users. Who knows what kind of shavit they could do to you in there?" Though he glances at Vega when he says that, because she'd definitely know better than him.

[ Ben Solo (BS) | 21:06:27 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*

Who knows what kind of shavit they could do to Force users in there? "I do." Solo murmurs simply, transforming the rhetorical into the ominous.

[ Yuun (Yun) | 21:07:50 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*

Yuun stretches out a little bit as he joined the others. Having been running a little late, he still makes it and he blinks as he sees who all is here. A grin shows on his face as he sees who's all here, and he quirks a brow up as he sees Ben. "Hello Ben." he says to Solo, not Relor. He does wave to the others and bows his head.

Shaking his shoulders a little bit, and he chuckles at Relor and Vega about him blowing things up. "This is going to be interesting." he says. "I will help where I'm needed, I do have some computer skills, not the best but I can help fight which I'm sure we all can." he chuckles.

[ Cin'cirad (Sira) | 21:11:26 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*

Sira adjusts her gloves, threading the fingers between each hand and pressing down. They are, point in fact, not normal gloves for those that care to know. She turns the helmeted head between those present, and there's a sort of grunting noise from the helmet, "So you're one of the Solos, huh? Good to know. I remember seeing one called Han all over the wanted posters a while back."

She adjusts the holoprojection, zooming it a bit further out as she tilts her head to look back at it, reassessing the view that's presented. She points at a couple of the areas, "If we got jetpacks all around, or climbing gear, this might be a good entrance. Or else over here..." She points at another, "But if we're wanting to try and not stir up the nest before, might be best not to hit it with an X-wing."

Sira picks up the datapad then and passes it toward Ben, "This is what we got on it, see if you can get anything useful on weakpoints." She turns a bit in the seat and finally gets up, stretching her arms up as high as she can for a moment before turning to look at Yunn, a bit of a nod.

[ Vega (Ve) | 21:17:00 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*>

Vega gives a bow of her head to Ben Solo, "Any help would be appreciated Mas...Solo." she tells him. "And I trust your judgement." she adds as she gives him a softer smile. "It is good to see you again, hopefully the next meeting won't be under a rescue mission." she tells him.

Vega takes a deep breath at talk of what could go on inside, "I was here for a long time...but I'm not going to go into details." she states. "They are understaffed though...so it is a benefit to us. If anyone is willing to surrender I'd say we honor it and give them to General Dameron and others if they want to deal with finding them a nice cell to sit in." she nods to this.

"Welcome in, Master Yuun. I think we're just about to see about kicking the door down as it were." she looks to the others to confirm that everyone is ready for...

ACTION!

[ Cin'cirad (Sira) | 21:49:46 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*

With Sira now in the pilot seat, she reaches up and flicks a couple of the switches to shut down the active sensors, relying on the passive ones and the ol' classic eyeball for this approach. On the closed channel with Ben and Ben (Solo and Relor), <<"Hapan and Ronin, Coop. Beginning my approach now. Comms will be out in five seconds. On approach, 2 minutes out, going dark.">> She counts down the time in her head, then flicks a couple of the switches to further make the ship 'quiet' even turning off half the receivers to ensure nothing comes in or out of the ship that she doesn't expect.

And then everyone feels their stomachs climb toward their throats as the ship DROPS and the internal compensators struggle to keep up. A combination of flipping to repulsors and nosing the craft over. She drives it toward the ground as the rollercoaster begins. Dropping the ship toward the ground at a speed usually reserved for crashing. One hand on the controls while the other starts to flip a few additional switches.

With a reverse of the sensation, and a few hundred more feet as the flips the ship back to its engines, the craft levels out a few hundred feet above the lava flows. The hard banks, taking her along through the ravines leading up toward the facility. <"One minute."> Sira says to Vega and Yunn. The Mandalorians hands now solely on the control and throttles as she uses them both to bank them along through the turns toward the west side of the facility.

[ Ben Solo (BS) | 21:52:27 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*

Accompanying the unassuming light transport from a pirate point off the normal approach vectors to Mustafar, if such a place even -has- 'normal' approach vectors, are a single wing of X-Wing snubfighters.

The first craft is vintage, an original run T-65c, though the clean, high intensity burn of its engines in sublight and beyond speak to substantial more recent after-market work. Its paint is a faded red and grey and white, with iconography of the OG Rebellion emblazoned on its hull; a hero in its own right.

On the way in, the Ronin shadows Cin'cirad's course in the larger craft, trusting the other veteran to pick a surreptitious approach while concealing his own signature within her engine wash. It's only once the lava-hewn crags of Mustafar come into view below the atmosphere that Solo rolls off, powering sensors and weapons systems as he picks a tricky path through those crags to avert the notice-- or at least the fire-- of any land-based anti-air systems the prison has online.

With a touch of luck, it's both the offworld transmitter and the base's organizational command disabled in one, voluminous blue boom. << "Accelerating past-- we'll lose them around the bend and then double back to land! " >> There's a clear break in the calm, /exhilaration/ in the Ronin's transmission.

[ Ben Relor (Relor) | 22:04:44 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><

So you're not supposed to like your callsign, but Relor absolutely detests his. He grits his teeth as he banks hard, the g-forces pressing him into the seat, muscles tensed against the pull. He's getting better at this -- faster, sharper, hungrier for the rush. This was supposed to be a side skill, a backup plan. Now? He's eating up the air like it was made for him.

Blaster fire lights up the blackened crags of Mustafar below, his HUD painting Imperial signatures as he zeroes in on a guard post. Locked. He squeezes the trigger, and the station erupts into an orange fireball, metal and bodies spiraling into the burning rock below. KABOOM! He lets out a sharp bark of laughter, rolling too fast, too loose, pushing the fighter's limits as he loops around for another pass.

Solo can practically hear the glee, the exhilaration in Relor's voice. He needs this. Another target locks -- another burst of plasma, another explosion ripping through the prison defenses.

This is what he's for.

[ Vega (Ve) | 22:17:41 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*>

Knocking out the communications is a good idea. Something that would ensure that the prison couldn't get a distress signal out to anyone.

The guards on the inside of the prison are already panicking. There hadn't been anyone trying to bother this place for many, many years. Most forgot about it until it was time to cull the Force Users that just were not going to break and join the Sith Empire. It was a place people went to rot and be lost to time.

Jaq's probably got NO idea what is going on, but what he knows for sure is that the guards are terrified and running around looking for weapons!

[ Jaq'n Greayf (Jgreaf) | 22:20:52 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*>

Jaq'n had just finished his long day of working in the mines and was settling down on his uncomfortable bunk when all hell broke loose. Standing he struggled to keep his cool as he steps out into the hallway, looking back and forth. He watches as the guards frantically run around, then steps back into his room and begins gathering what few possessions he has and heads back out into the hall.

[ Yuun (Yun) | 22:37:06 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*

As the attack run begins, Yuun gets ready. His clothing is that of pieces of armor and smugglers clothing. Using his skills to help keep low and hidden as best he can. His lightsaber hidden behind him so as to not draw any attention. He attempts to use his skills in stealth and the Force to help him keep hidden. He doesn't let Vega and anyone else with them get too far ahead or behind. They had to work in sync.

[ Vega (Ve) | 22:42:30 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*>

"Good flying." Vega tells Sira when the ship is settled down on the landing pad and sadly, there are guards already stirring to see what is going on.

There are two shiny looking stormtroopers that step out when the ship lands and the ramp is lowering. Vega gives a look to Yuun and to Sira and gives a little salute before the little Echani goes into GREMLIN MODE.

She leaps from the ramp onto the nearest trooper and delivers a devastating punch to the helmeted head of the trooper.

Relor and Solo are able to make their communications killing runs and get back to their drop point without much trouble.

For now!

[ Cin'cirad (Sira) | 22:46:26 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*

Sira just dropped the ramp, as she looks back to see Vega jump out. <"Thanks."> Sira says as she finishes preparing the ship. Flicking several of the switches so that the engines stay primed but not started. She continues down a checklist that she knows by heart, though she still checks on the augmented reality display to make sure that she's run down the whole list. Her head turning to the side to steal a quick glance out the ramp.

She's sure that they've got it taken care of while she finishes up - if not. With the last switch, she gets out of the seat and presses her thumbs to the palms of her hands as she activates the gloves. They are decidedly /not/ your standard gloves after all.

[ Ben Solo (BS) | 22:49:06 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*

Dropping velocity only in momentary bursts to unload his X-Wing's payload on the Imperial prison below, Solo concludes his run by triggering a massive rockslide at the far end of the prison, against its exterior wall. This is little more than noise, fury-- distraction. It makes an awful lot of noise, and one hell of a spectacle on the opposite vector of Vega and her team's approach.

Rolling his snubfighter on its side, Ben closes the s-foils and turns nearly 90 degrees in a horizontal 'climb', relative to the X-Wing's own orientation. It's a roaring, rocketing ride down a jagged canyon and out the far side... then directly back to Sira's planned insertion point. The Ronin wastes no time gliding his craft to an almost rushed landing-- almost, because even if he comes in awfully hot, the touchdown is light, practiced, nearly perfect; the Force is with him. It's a focus that the planet -demands-... not just for the prison, not just for the eons of pain that reverberate through its signature in the Force... but for his personal connection, here, to the trauma of his grandfather; to his bloodline's descent into the Dark.

The canopy opens, and Ben Solo backflips out, landing on black booted feet as his thigh-length hooded coat trails behind him, and a black-pommeled, silver-hued cylinder comes free of his belt, and into one black-gloved hand.

"Wait here, Artoo." Before the Ronin has taken three steps, R2-D2 is launching himself out of the X-Wing to follow along behind the group, bleeeeeeping his bad feelings about this.

[ Ben Relor (Relor) | 22:56:44 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><

Relor breaks away from Solo's attack path, peeling off hard to the left. If Solo's gonna do his thing, then Relor's doing his. He dives low -- stupidly, recklessly low -- skimming just meters above the lava flows as his cockpit HUD screams warnings at him. You better believe Five's yelling at him too.

He grins like a lunatic as he locks onto a weaker, unprotected structure -- ahhh, a fuel depot Wonderful. He pulls the trigger. Fireball. Shockwave. Everything rippling out like a miniature hellstorm. Just the way he likes it.

Heat haze shimmers in his wake as he rockets forward, barreling through the rising smoke without hesitation. Maybe he's laughing a little too loud, maybe he's flying too fast, but what's the point of flying if you're not cutting it close? And yeah, eventually, he'll join the rest of the party. Only when he's gotten his X-Wing a little scorched, though. Still laughing as he opens the cockpit and stumbles his way out of it like he's high.

[ Jaq'n Greayf (Jgreaf) | 22:58:56 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*>

Jaq'n Greayf makes his way through the hallway, stepping aside as guards hurry past him, mostly ignoring one unarmed prisoner in lieu of the attack going on. Ducking into a room, he finds a blaster on the ground and bends down to pick it up before continuing on his path to getting out of this place.

[ Yuun (Yun) | 23:27:49 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*

Having seen Vega go straight hand to hand as she runs up the ramp, Yuun channels the force through him and he feels the sudden fullness it provides and he feels lighter on his feet. His speed increases by a lot and he is soon quickly racing up after Vega attacks and hits one of the guards. His lightsaber ignites with that crisp snap-hiss and electric hum. The blue blade snaps to life rolling quickly from the hilt into the full blade.

Yuun jumps and spins down slashing down on the trooper in one fast attack. Not putting a lot of power into the blow, the electric blue blade slashes through the trooper. As he lands, his steps are soft. He moves in tandem wiht Vega and he slashes through the guard she just attacked. Finishing the guard off quickly and instantly the blade snaps extinguishes as it drops back into the hilt. Yuun looks around for a long moment and he quickly moves to the side and out of the way of the others.

[ Vega (Ve) | 23:35:11 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*>

Yuun's fierce slaughtering leaves Vega toppling over with a little skree. "Oof." she chuckles out as she regains her footing. "Think it is clear for now. I sense there is a lot of uncertainy in the prison. Let's hope they will lay down arms." she comments.

When the doors open there are three troopers that throw their weapons down and hold their hands up, "We surrender." they state in vocoded chorus.

There are prisoners that call out to Jaq as he goes past, "Let us out!" they cry. Will the newly freed force user listen or will he leave them to their fates?

Relor and Solo can fight through the small group of troops that try to stop them. No one gets paid enough to deal with Jedi and rebellious prisoners!

[ Jaq'n Greayf (Jgreaf) | 23:41:02 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*>

Jaq'n Greayf pauses as he notices people calling for help. Looking around, he spots a panel and moves over to it. It takes a few moments but he is eventually able to get the cells unlocked so that those who can escacpe are able to.

[ Cin'cirad (Sira) | 23:42:07 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*

Sira makes her way out of the transport, her eyes looking to the dead Stormtroopers but not turning her head, just using the displays on the inside of her helmet to look. The reflective T-shaped visor showing only a mirror to those around her. Her gloves still crackling with energy as she sees the Troopers that come out, she says simply to the others. <"I could use one of you to help me slap their own binders on them.">

Walking toward the Troopers and not looking like she's necessarily going to deck them, but not exactly looking like she's coming here for tea, she reaches out for the nearest one. One hand grabbing his pauldron and spinning him around before kicking at the back of his knee to get him down. Smoothly pulling the bindercuffs off the back and putting them on him.

Perhaps the unnerving part might be that her head doesn't turn to look down, instead pointed right at the other two troopers. Like she's staring at them, or at least perhaps giving the impression that she's able to watch all of it even while putting binders on someone. Impressions are key, right?

[ Ben Solo (BS) | 23:44:46 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*

Rather than hide himself, as chaos erupts within the prison, Ben Solo stalks forward and ignites his own lightsaber-- a weapon with no shortage of experience on this very planet. Now in the hands of one who would reverse its impact on the fortunes of this place. Rather than lashing out at the rattled guards, rushing to respond, the Ronin lets them dictate their own fate, inexorably deflecting and reflecting the handful of blaster shots that come towards him as he breaches the facility, and cuts back towards the main group. "We have a ship! Calm yourselves and keep your heads down, this is a rescue!!!" He calls out to the prisoners, panicked, enraged, confused-- or keenly preparing, alike. Good job, Jaq'n.

One by one, those who choose to fire upon the not-a-Jedi-Master fall from their defensive positions, and Solo strides onward. From around a corner, a desperate guardsman charges with a shock baton-- and his hurled sidelong into a reinforced wall with a profound crunch.

Within the minds of his fellow Jedi, and those allies who prove receptive, Solo's presence reaches out. || "There is in fact a practitioner of the Dark Side here; perhaps a powerful one. Center yourselves, guard your allies." || While the Ronin follows his own advice to the letter, his angle of ingress altering to plot an intercept point between the others... and where he feels that potent shadowed signature.

[ Ben Relor (Relor) | 23:52:26 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><

Relor is built for destruction, especially lately. He stalks forward in his heavy bomber armor, primed for the light show he's setting up later. But for now? Shooting troopers is more fun. He rips his helmet off -- he wants to breathe the gunpowder, feel the heat of the blasterfire on his skin.

He doesn't just shoot; he tears through them. Plasma bolts slam into armor, sending troopers reeling, collapsing, screaming. Helmets snap back, bodies crumple, the air thick with blasterfire and burning ozone. The grinning bastard loves this.

When he's had his fill of carnage, he heads toward Sira, grin stretched too wide, eyes too bright. "We gonna line 'em up firing style while we're at it?" This kind of thing is why Relor gets demoted, exiled, dumped into satellite fleets where the higher-ups don't have to think about what he's doing.

A stormtrooper lunges. Bad move. Relor catches his wrist, twists hard enough to make something crack, then drives the butt of his pistol into the back of his skull. The trooper crumples. Relor laughs. Loud. Sharp. Unhinged.

"We oughtta shove 'em back into the cells while we're at it," he muses, flicking blood off his knuckles. "See how they like being behind bars."

[ Vega (Ve) | 23:59:46 ]<*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*><*>

With the prisoners released and some of them set on revenge it causes there to be a shift in the air. Violence is something that stirs people into doing horrible things...and when you've been held against your will for varying amounts of time...sanity starts to go with it. One of the stormtroopers that had tried to throw down his rifle is set upon by a few of the prisoners as they drag him towards the exit.

It is Yuun that moves to help Sira with securing bindings in the moment, leaving Vega to move further into one of the corridors.

Solo's words cause people to look to him, distracting as it is with a lightsaber and well...his face is well known. "Can you rescue us too!" one of the guards calls out in a earnest tone.

Could he? Would he?

Relor's words cause a few of the surrendered guards to start to panic anew. Because they didn't think that anyone was going to give them a second chance. Not with the lives that they have led.

Solo's telepathy filters into the minds of the other Jedi, but the ripple that goes through the force is one that only the Ronin can predict. Vega's steps are haunted by something and there is an explosion that caves in the corridor that she has stepped into, essentially cutting her off from the others. There is a light here...a dim red glow of a lightsaber blade that cuts through the darkness and the refashioned Darth Nihilus mask that eerily peeks out from behind it, "Sister. So good of you to come home again." Darth Hadius states.

TO BE CONTINUED...