Fires Of Liberty

Squatter's Rights
Liam Durane's Inner Monologue

The face off with the Sith seems to have produced some interesting items. I was able to retrieve a case full of several kyber crystals. Such things should be handled carefully. Something Kali is good at with her desires to experiment and tinker. Not long after handing them off to her for safekeeping, I felt a pull to a cabinet. The pull was dark and cold. Upon opening the cabinet, I found it filled with Sith Holocrons. Such dark knowledge is to dangerous for anyone to have, so I simply used my lightsaber to rid the galaxy of these dark devices of teachings.

Many of us had become somewhat bothered by the lack of information on this place. Considering the little bits being spoken by K’rk and what we have been discovering. While I just wanted some explanation, Kell and Dargrania took more drastic measures to gain information in the form of threatening death. I only learned it was something that could stop the Maw and then the comms went silent for a few minutes. Something more is being hidden, the question is what.

We gathered together and took a lift to proceed further down into the complex. We soon heard small explosions and the lift stopped. Someone had set a trap. We squeezed out of the lift and then heard a commanding voice in the distance in an alien language. A language I recognize as Chiss. What is the Ascendancy doing here and what is there objective? It seems everyone just wants to come here and claim it as theirs. Seems a bit dangerous considering the radioactive state of the planet.

Ancient Remnants
Liam Durane's Inner Monologue

We’ve arrived at a planet called Tund, somewhere on the Outer Rim. The entire surface appears to be an irradiated wasteland. According to K’rk, the radiated zones can be navigated to where he is trying to lead us to. I feel something very dark ahead of us here. It did n’t take us long to arrive at the location specified by K’rk. When we arrived , there was a Selonian Cone Ship already there. Without so much as a hailing message, Cavisek blew it apart with a missile. I think he still has some paranoia from when his sister and fiancé tried to forcibly take him back to his homeworld.

Once we landed, it was obvious someone had disturbed the area recently. Not long after that discovery, Jade took a rocket to the tasting palette. Apparently the owner of the Cone Ship didn’t like losing her ride. After talking out the issue with no bloodshed, which is odd for most of this group, the female Selonian joined us is entering the structure the K’rk had brought us to.

Even though the structure did not appear to have been functionally used in some time, it also appeared to have been rummaged through recently by someone. This was not the doing of the new Selonian that accompanied us. We made our way to a room that looked much like a council room similar to ones the Jedi had used. This is when I discovered the strong Force signature that felt as if from everywhere and the darkness it brought with it. It was completely clear the Sith had twisted this place when they discovered the enormous Force energy it held.

We proceeded further in and found what looked like a giant capacitor. After Kali inspected it, she informed us it was exactly like the ancient starship that was on Ibaar. The was someone or something inside providing Force energy to power the structure. As much as I dislike saying this, I don’t know if removing who or what is inside is a safe course of action at this time. It was at this point that Zarof manipulated a keypad control to turn more functions on as if he had been here when it was built, over 20,000 years ago, which would be impossible. He said he had been here before, another unlikely possibility as he did not mention any familiarity when we arrived. After talking to Batarang on some events I had missed, it is very possible Zarof might not be who or what he says he is. Possibly a link to this being called the “Author” the group has been speaking about recently.

Now that the elevator was functional, we proceeded to the next level. After only moving through a small area of this level, we came upon a room that was not as deserted as the rest of the structure. There were three red skinned humanoid being with fleshy like tiny tendrils near the edge of their mouths. I had seen picture of being such as this in the archives of the Dawn Temple. They were thought to have been completely extinct, these were Sith. The actual species that led to the name being applied to the followers of multiple species of dark side Force-users. Ancient structure with the remnants of an ancient race thought long died out. A discovery that poses a significant a real threat.

Race Against the Clock
Liam Durane's Inner Monologue

I knew we would find a way to disable the forcefield around the mansion, but the hover skiff crashing the party caught me by surprise. We were able to locate everyone but Kali and Batarang were rendered unconcious by the skiff falling into the main banquet room.

Once we had Cavisek up to speed on Yak Yiyar’s threats, he surprised me by suggesting we split up to save both mine and Kali’s families. I did not imagine he would have since I am not a part of his crew. Even more surprising was he is coming with me to save my family, while Kell and the rest head for Kali’s.

Since Cavisek has had the most experiences with high speed piloting, he glady took the wheel. I have to say, I was impressed by his handling in a speeder. I doubt anyone could have matched his skill. We got to my family’s residence in record time. Since our assassin friend was blinded, we decided it was better to leave him on the exterior while we swept the residence interior.

When we decided to breach the door, Cavisek did not hold back. In fact, he knocked the door clear out of the entry and into the house. We both got inside to face off against a few Rodian henchmen of the Yiyar Clan. We quickly dispatched the Rodians in the first room. Cavisek then moved faster than I had ever could have conceivably imagined and took out not only the ones upstairs but the ones that were in the dining room holding my family hostage.

Once that was over, he keenly discovered the bomb planted in the house. We got my family out to safety, now we just have to find a place for them to lay low for awhile. I feel I owe Cavisek a debt that I can only pay by joining up with his crew. Since the best place for me to send my family to lay low is probably Port Tuga. My only other concern is hopefully Kell and the others had just as much success rescuing Kali’s family.

A Father's Need for Revenge
Liam Durane's Inner Monologue

An encounter with Yak Yiyar, can’t say it’s a surprise. He holds me as one of the responsible parties for the death of his sons. While I was there and participated in the fight, I did not strike any of the killing blows. Nor did I attempt to strike a fatal blow. I simply defended myself. But this will not satisfy the anger of Yak. He has made his intentions clear to myself and Kali. Either we kill Cavisek and the rest of the crew or he kills our families.

While he made the threat, I feel his attempt against my family to not be as dire as he believes it to be. Some strange sensation seems to be comforting my thoughts of my siblings safety. However, Kali’s family feels more vulnerable. They only way to help them is to find a way past the forcefield Yak has put in place. Kali has an idea, but will need time to finish. If I must reveal what I am publicly, so she can achieve her results, then I will do so. Luckily neuranium can conceal the energy reading of a diatium power cell. I just hope I will not need them.

Gala of Vengeance
Liam Durane's Journal

Kuat, never thought I would be back here anytime soon. I find myself drawn to the event being held at the Mechanus estate. Even though my family generation was of humble living, my great uncle was the Royal Weapons Master to Bail Organa. This distant noble connection gives me some credibility in attending high class social events.

More than I expected was at that event. Looks like the Force keeps bringing me into the path of Cavisek. Kali, Kell & Batarang are still with him. So is a few others I had never seen before. The most curious is an old woman, who appears to be Miralukan. She is dangerous, I can feel the darkness emanating from her. But, she is not the only one. Another stronger in the Force then myself and the old woman. I find the source, Unix Carlisle, her eyes fixed on Kali in a menacing way.

I spoke with Kali and she told me something even more unexpected. Sabawyn was alive and on their ship. It shouldn’t be possible, but somehow she had survived. Before I could say much else, another guest was announced. Yak Yiyar, the father of the three Rodians we clashed with on the Miser’s Courage. This night will not be ending well. Too many individuals that want us dead and have the resources to do it. This will be more than an interesting evening.

Needle in a Haystack Made of Needles
J.T. Vandros' Log Entry #8

Kuat, one of the most densely populated and advanced worlds in the Galactic Core. Supposedly this is where we will find the next piece of our journey. Sounds a little like hogwash. But with everything I have seen lately, hogwash is the new truth.
We only have two obstacles. The first is the restriction on weapons and armor. It will be harder to deal with any kind of threat with just basic blades and slugthrower pistols. The second is trying to find what we are looking for without knowing who or what it is, especially on one of the busiest worlds in the galaxy.
Cavisek decides to do what he does best and hit up the local dives for information. Most of us decide to go with him. I figured it is better to stick by the captain in case trouble finds him as it seems to quite often. While he doesn’t cause or look for it, it seems to seek him out regularly. For a pirate he conducts business in a way I am used to, only without political agenda motivating it. Makes this run easier to deal with in some ways.
Dargrania and the Bothan went over to some church while Kali and Batarang took interest in Fulcrum Industries. Kali’s destination doesn’t surprise me, if it’s technological she is going to poke around.
I am sure you know the old saying, “there is always quiet before the storm”. Well it was quiet until the news feed announced Theo Mechanus was alive and found by two Chadra-Fan. Only on planet for half an hour and we have already called attention to ourselves. This has to be some kind of record.
Cavisek managed to roll with it and is planning our next stop, the evening gala at Jeda Mechanus’ estate. This is going to be an interesting evening, probably one that does not end with a good night’s rest. Good thing I am used to not sleeping.

Broken, to be Remade
Dargrania's musings

I’ve been given some time to reflect on my actions. Lying here, facing towards the sky, I reflect on my most recent mistake, and the events leading to it. “Provoking the child was not a smart move.” I say to the empty sky, and yet my lips do not move.
Why am I here? Because I provoked a child strong in the Force, by attempting to intimidate her into ending her panicked flailing with the Force. What happened? I was sent flying upward, and broke through the outer hull of my captains ship. How am I alive? In a moment of foresightedness, I wisely decided to envelop myself in the protective embrace of the Force. Of course, said protection failed me, as I now lie broken on the hull of the ship, but I live.
Darkness threatens to envelop me, but the pain stirs my consciousness, giving me focus and extending my awareness.
I am left to ponder. ‘You shall face foes with powers beyond your understanding.’ The words of the dark one drift into my mind. Snoke, the leader of the First Order; his words speaking of my future puzzled me. I have known countless adversaries throughout my life, and many where once far stronger than I could entirely comprehend, but such foes had always been finite, and as such, ultimately fell to doom. But the magnitude of power I felt from this child, this power that seemed to dwarf even mine while I was at my peak, forces me to consider, could this be what he was warning me of?
… No. The dark one would not have warned me of the power held by a simple child. He called me ‘Ancient One’, he obviously holds some awareness of my identity. He must know the powers I have seen, he must know the challenges I have faced, many of which would make this encounter look easy by comparison… No, this was not what he warned about. Instead, it is something else, something greater, darker, something far more terrifying…
A laugh sounds, though I cannot move.
“Are you afraid?”
Of course.
“Will you run then?”
I want to.
“What will you do?”
What I’ve always done.
“Oh?” He leans in expectantly, I can imagine his piercing gaze hovering over my face. “And what’s that?”
I raise my head slightly, nearly touching… “Triumph, as always.”
And my Ghost does not answer. He does not need to. He cannot. He is not. I don’t require him to. My decision is made.
I shall start with me. Nothing will prevent my return to what I once was. I will recover my power. Strengthen myself. Discover my lost knowledge. Build myself up. Experiment. Change. Grow. Kill. Nothing will stop me.
The powers I cannot understand? I shall fight them. They are greater than me. But so where many of my defeated enemies. Nothing has changed. I am still the weak, targeting the strong. I shall close the gap, take measures to ensure victory, and ultimately emerge the victor.

I should give the dark one a gift. Perhaps he would repay in kind…

Interesting meetings
J.T. Vandros' Log Entry #7

We were pulled down onto this mysterious planet and found it to be in the hands of The First Order. We expected interrogation, but were greeted like expected guests.
They proceeded to escort us into a facility, until we came to a very large set of obsidian doors. The black clad guards opened the doors with what seemed like the space magic I have heard about many times during my life.
We continued inside until we stood at the foot of a large throne made of obsidian just like the chamber doors. There was a more who looked as if he had been put through a grinder. We were standing before the leader of the entire First Order, Snoke.
He spoke of the Author and the threat he represents to the entire galaxy. Then he questioned each of us about our purpose. Once he was done, he granted what we came to this planet for, the skills of the doctor known as Theo.
Theo came to the ship and examined the mysterious alien body, that we now knew was called a Yuuzhon Vong. He would not allow us to observe the examination.As we waited we soon heard Theo asking for help in the Med Bay. When we got there we saw what was so concerning.
Sabawyn had awakened from her comatose state and was choking the doctor with the Force. Pieces of the Yuuzhon Vong were everywhere. It is no doubt the sight of this was an incredible shock to Sabawyn to wake up to. We attempted to calm or sedate her but failed as she attacked us with her Force abilities. We managed to distract her until Theo was able to inject her with a sedative. No we must figure out what to do to keep her from going crazy when she wakes up again.
One of the crew suggested we find someone named Liam. Apparently he is someone with some kind of personal relationship that may be helpful in keeping her in check. Soon we will head to Kuat, as Snoke told us the next piece of our journey lies there.

Dying on the inside is great
Dargranias Mental Processes

Do you know how it feels to have everything you know and love lost to you and you realize that they never got a chance to find out what happened to you and that must have felt terrible and how much pain was felt especially those kriffing idiots who did the stealing away of the you while said everything you lost tore through their collective hides and you just wish the galaxy would just wither and die or be swallowed up by a supermassive black hole?
I now do.

I woke up in what passes for a field hospital on Tatooine, mildly surprised that I was able to move at all. Trying to recall the details of how I landed myself here among the wounded and unconscious, I realized with a start that all of my equipment was gone. And I nearly screamed bloody murder. Thankfully though, I was able to locate Kronk while he, Cavisek, and the crew where attempting to locate their equipment. Their efforts led us to an establishment run by a Toydarian named Steve, or something to that effect… Stressing a need for haste, Kronk dealt with him, securing us easy access to the stored equipment, enabling some of ours to lift some extra equipment along with our own in the process. Just one problem arose by this point; my equipment was nowhere to be seen. Furious, I confronted the Toydarian and demanded to know what happened to my possessions, only to be told that the little bastard never received my equipment in the first place.
Needless to say, this information angered me. Desperate to find my possessions, I stormed out of the establishment, determined to find whoever was foolish enough to steal from me, and subject them to horrors their worst nightmares wouldn’t be able to create. Then Kali entered my view, and I remembered the information I gleaned from her mind; she was the crew’s mechanic! I immediately asked if it were possible for her to track comm signals from my armor, and I provided the frequency I last left it on. She responded affirmatively, and set to work deploying small droids into the area, which apparently allowed her to start tracking the signal. After some time, her efforts yielded a location, a ruined settlement of sorts known locally as the Tusken Fortress. Inquiring with the locals about the place yielded many bewildered responses, with most insisting it was too dangerous to approach, even via air. Knowing from personal experience the vicious nature of Tusken warriors, I could understand their fear, but this would not dissuade me. I demanded that we head out to the fort, and crush it in an attempt to recover what was mine. My wishes where met with almost no resistance, surprisingly, and the crew began making plans to fly over the location and bombard the fort from above if it proved to be a dangerous location. I agreed to this course of action, as it was better that my personal items be destroyed along with the thieves, than have the memories they represent defiled by their touch. I anticipated slaughter, and I got it.
We approached the fort from high altitude, anticipating some sort of counterattack, but surprisingly encountered nothing. Seeing this as strange, the crew began scanning the area for signs of inhabitants, and found to our surprise, a sandcrawler and a group of Jawas occupying the fort. Several of the crew debated setting down and talking with them, but to my delight, Kronk sprang into action! Clearly anticipating a fight, based on our previous discussions, he targeted the sandcrawler with the ship’s missile systems, and fired! The shot was perfect. It tore completely through the behemoth, raining fire and molten metal everywhere! Jawas where flung in pieces every direction imaginable, and the searing heat ignited everything in the area, leading to the death of countless Jawa thieves. When we landed to inspect Kronk’s handiwork, I was amazed and delighted to find that my personal effects where present and miraculously unharmed! The Jawa who held my prizes was quite the sight to behold, kneeling on the ground, staring up into the sky with tears of cauterized blood fused to its face, clutching my lightsaber and cortosis armor in its cracked and scorched hands. Overjoyed I retrieved my effects and immediately replaced the ragged ensemble I had on me with my proper attire, aahhh… my perfectly crafted armor, freshly scented with the surrounding carnage, my crimson blade, humming and snapping delightfully as I tested it on the corpse that once held it. The vulnerability that I had been feeling all this while slips away, and I feel so delighted by what happened that I immediately seek out Kronk and honestly praise his excellent decision to eradicate the vermin and his displayed skill as a weapons expert. He will definitely be of use to me in the future…
Having finished with the Jawa’s, we returned to town, and our captain and crew began to investigate the explosion that had rendered us unconscious to begin with. My usefulness unfortunately was reduced, as we soon discovered a corpse within the debris, close to the epicenter of the explosion, that seemed to “push the force away”. This severely hampered my efforts to help, as attempting to enter the vicinity was enough to render me powerless and effectively blind. Unable to perform an autopsy on the cadaver, while our captain made arrangements to travel in search of a doctor from his earlier years, I took it upon myself to familiarize myself with the recent galactic events, and accessed his ship’s holofeeds. And immediately something struck me as strange. The events and dates mentioned in the news feeds I could access did not match with any ongoing events or conflicts I could remember. Headlines about power struggles with the New Republic and First Order dominated the feeds, and conflicts with other factions that had not been in play during the height of my power where everywhere throughout the galaxy. I brought my questions about this to other members of the crew, and they became equally confused, claiming to know nothing about several conflicts I made mention of, and seemingly thinking the dates I gave to them where part of a separate “Miralukan calendar”. I even mentioned the name of the Republic’s Supreme Chancellor (the Twi’lek, Leontyne Saresh), and only received blank looks, with everyone claiming to have never heard of her. Unfortunately, my access to the holonet was quite restricted on this vessel, and I determined that the best course of action would be to check a terminal at our next port… and so we left for Kessel…
The travel was largely uneventful, and we landed unhindered, a good start to our journey. There where some minor distractions here and there, mostly traders attempting to stop us and sell some of their product. It was here that I was given information about a fascinating new drug called Frangawl, and informed by my crew that it supposedly was made of people, and that force users seemed to be involved either in the manufacture or as an ingredient. Facinated, I convinced Cavisek to obtain some samples for me to test, netting me five vials of one dose apiece. Afterwords, seeing that I would not be needed in searching for the doctor in question, I made my way to an access terminal…
And so, here I stand, finally with access to a terminal that feeds into the galactic Holonet. And what I have found, disturbs me. I now know the truth of my fate; through the machinations of unknown enemies, I was locked away from the galaxy, and have emerged in my weakened state several millennia beyond my last memories. My senses twist and roil around me, I can no longer see anything clearly. Visions begin to flash in my mind, revealing conflicting events, old memories of battle, suffering and death blend with visions of my allies and closest friends searching, fighting, bleeding, suffering, wailing, torturing, raging, burning, killing, failing, falling, and crying out in despair. My strongest vision grasps me and I double over in agony, old wounds burning angrily as they remember the pain I have suffered, I see my two. My lovely two. The only two that matter. My Ghost and my Spymaster. He searches the void of space, endlessly seeking, endlessly questioning, never finding. He never weeps, he presses forward always, he cannot break, he confides in her… She investigates, uproots the conspiracy, questions the involved, only to be denied as they fall on their own blades in defiance. She silently despairs, but stands tall and performs her duty, she directs his shadow, both in unison, both broken, never to be whole…
My wounds, the pain bleeds into my stomach. Bile rises in my throat, heat travels up my chest, chills down my spine. I swallow, the vision loses power, I can’t discern my fears from actual visions, I imagine ghosts that should not exist surrounding me. Looking on in worry, fear, disgust, rage. My two stand before me. The pain rages, tearing, biting, cutting, burning, searing, my heart feels it shall burst. They reach out for me. I reach back… the vision ends. I am standing alone. Barely a second has passed. My lightsaber is in hand. The terminal blinks, drawing my attention again. The pain flows forth like a wave, my saber carries it in wild arcs. I scream, my rage building as I tear into the terminal, flecks of molten metal scatters in all directions, sparks erupt from cut conduits, bouncing harmlessly off me. A molten pile of slag and wire greets me as my senses return. My anger begins to cool, but my attention turns to something I find myself holding. One of the vials. The Frangawl. It seems almost to invite me, and I sense that I would enjoy imbibing it. My hand shakes, I raise the vial…
“Don’t.” She says. I stop my hand. “Chemical analysis.” He says. I gaze at the vial curiously. Yes… it would be the height of foolishness to try an unknown substance on myself without knowing its contents an purpose… “You will have to wait for another time.” I say to the little vial as I tuck it away. “We need to be rational.” I can imagine her saying. This is true, I have to keep my wits about me, in this strange new existence. “We have to prioritize survival; first thing is to obtain resources and identify potential allies.” I can almost hear him say. Already on it, provided my judgment of Cavisek and his crew was right. Ah, well… I suppose I already have a proper ally if I count Kronk… even if I only have known him for a few days… “Really…” I can imagine both of them shaking their heads exasperated, clearly displeased that that I am letting my emotion rule my thoughts. I chuckle softly at them… but they are not there to hear it. I choke back a sob…
Do you know how it feels…

Unexpected Luck
J.T. Vandros' Log Entry #6

Just when I thought Lilja Zepatt had drawn my number, some explosion saves me from the inside of an unregistered prison cell. All of us wake up in what passes for a field hospital on Tatooine. It doesn’t take us long to group back up and find our gear. Well most of our gear, this angry Miralukan woman’s gear was missing. She suggested a way to track down her gear with Kali’s electronic expertise.

We get a tracker and follow the signal to the ruins of Fort Tusken. We board Cavisek’s ship and proceed to low orbit to bombard any Sand People inside. Except, we found a Jawa Sandcrawler instead of Sand People. One of our new allies, Kronk, blasted it to hell. We landed and recovered the missing equipment.

We then proceeded back to Mos Eisley to see what we could find from the explosion site. In the course of our investigation, we found a datapad and a dead alien corpse that was unlike any species we know. Even more interesting, is that it created a blank spot in the Miralukan woman’s Force perception, to the point of making her blind when in close proximity.

We found a container to block the effect and took the body and datapad back to the ship. Kali retrieved the datapad contents that pointed the origin of the explosive to the Yiyar Clan. Dargrania was unable to find a way to study the body without being blinded by the whatever unusual effect emanated from the body. Cavisek decided finding a capable doctor to study this body was the more important priority and we then set course for Kessel to find a man named Theo.


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