Star Wars: Remember Tomorrow

2 years prior to The Force Awakens...
A persistent and interactive galaxy set shortly before the events of Episode VII

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Vague stood in the corridor for a moment, looking over his crew. Orev seemed to have suffered a similar pattern of interrogation as Vague had, if the burn's and fresh cuts were an indication. Thankfully, it looked like the First Order hadn't gotten around to pulling Rossi or Tsivoin in for questioning yet. Vague was grateful for that. His attention lingered on SlackJaw for just a moment before his eyes turned back to Nova. She wasn't undamaged, by any means, but her injuries were consistent with those she'd suffered planetside. Odd, that. Vague thought to himself... It had seemed, at least originally, that she was the sole focus of this entire operation, yet he, Orev, and Micaiah were the ones tortured?

He physically shook his head to clear out that line of thought. The Outlaw recalled how the Order used to beat the piss out of he or Orev, leaving the other unscathed in desperate attempts to turn them against each other during their captivity all those years ago. Perhaps this was again such a deception. It hardly mattered at the moment. They had work to do. The captain took several steps down the corridor, passing between his crew members, and wrestled the helmet off of one of the downed troopers that lay along the deck. A few tears and a couple of seconds later, he tossed the comm module from the helmet to Orev.

His face darkened a shade as he considered their situation before he moved onto the next nearest trooper and repeated the process, this time tossing the comm to Rossi. Finally, he took a deep breath and began to issue commands. "Orev, take the kids and secure transport. Preferably the 'Bedlam, ofcourse. Rossi, EssJay, find a terminal figure out what they've done with Masilda and whatever else you can glean from the network as to who's running this show and why we were targeted. I'll see to the good Doctor." He finished, his tone slightly strained. In truth, after the damage of the interrogation, Vague wasn't sure he'd be able to stop the Sylarian... but he owed it to her and to his crew to try.

"Vague, I don't know if you should go alone," Nova told him. "She seems to be killing everything that gets in her way. She'll kill you too."

Were it so easy. he thought to himself darkly. Vague finished ripping out the third communicator and slipped it into his pocket. Ofcousre he knew that there was a possibility that he wouldn't be able to stop Micaiah. It was a risk he was willing to take. If it were the case, he'd hopefully buy the rest of them time to escape. He stood from his crouch and looked down at Nova, his voice lowered slightly. "She isn't the only threat onboard, hazynam." he resisted the urge to glance over at Tsivoin, but hoped the young Jedi understood his meaning.
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Nova didn't even really need Vague to look at Tsiv in order to tell who he was referring to. She could still feel his thoughts plain as day. She almost blurted out that Tsivoin is not a threat but she bit her tongue and held it in instead. She knew the young Zabrak was still having trouble dealing with Rossi's fear of him, the last thing he needed was to know that Vague considered him a threat. Finally, with a sigh she turned around and looked at Orev.

"Do you know where the hangar is," she asked and Orev nodded. "Okay, I'll lead the way. You two stay behind me."

He looked like he was about to say something further when Nova stepped past him and ignited her lightsaber. He thought better of it then after remembering she could use that thing to reflect blaster bolts. The three of them made their way out of the cell block towards the hangar. They hadn't got far before they turned a corner and found some more of Micaiah's handiwork.Aortic spatter lined the walls and three stormtroopers lay dead in puddles of their own blood, their throats cut from ear to ear.

Orev let out a low whistle. "The Doc did this?"

Nova nodded. "Yea," she said quietly, "Kind of hard to look at, isn't it?"

Orev said nothing, but he had a pensive look on his face. All anyone knew about the doctor was that she was a pacifist--or at least she claimed to be a pacifist. Vague had mentioned she'd been traumatized by the violence back on the Wanderlust, but that was either a very convincing performance or there was something else going on. Something much worse.

"Which way should we go," Nova asked him, breaking him out of his current thoughts.

"Um, this way," he said, directing them with a gesture from his hand.

"Alright," Nova answered, then she took the lead as she lead them to the hangar...
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Vague sighed softly and watched the trio depart towards the hangar. He could tell from her reaction that Nova likely misunderstood his warning. He made a mental note to speak with her once they were safe, about the fact that the First Order officer had pressed him specifically about Tsivoin and the Force. The Captain was still trying to learn all of this force nonsense, but he imagined that the young Zabrak being put onto the First Order's anti-jedi radar was something Nova needed to know about, and he hadn't wanted to bring it up in front of the others.

He nodded his head briefly towards Rossi and SlackJaw as the pair set off to carry out their own tasks. Vague would have preferred to keep the team together but there were too many variables currently and he had little choice but to split them up. He took a moment to check the charge on his carbine, then slung it over his shoulder and back and took off aft towards the ships engineering section. If Nova was right, and Micaiah was indeed going for the reactors... well, he needed to get there first.

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Tsivoin suppressed a shiver as he followed behind Nova and Orev down the corridor. The teen had seen plenty of carnage in his relatively short life, but the clinical savagery of what they were coming across was of an ilk he had yet to experience. The Zabrak, being the youngest and least trained of the group, found himself carrying the duffel bag of equipment, and he again resisted the urge to reach inside and take hold of his husk of a lightsaber hilt. What would you do, throw it at a stormtrooper? He asked himself. Yet, he felt a draw to the object that he was unable to justify, moreso now after their visit to the destroyed temple than it had ever been previously.

Lost in thought, he mis-stepped and his booted foot slipped through a puddle of yet to dry blood. "I'm fine." He called out sheepishly as he struggled to regain his footing - trying hard not to look into the vacant faceplate of the trooper he'd fallen next to.

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Rossi forced herself not to turn around as she heard the report of SlackJaw's blaster rifle fire once more into the corridor. The quicker she keyed in commands on the console, the sooner they could move towards the hangar and rally with the others. The Kessurian's fingers were a pink blur as they danced over the keyboard. The ship was modern and had robust countermeasures in place to deter unsanctioned access to it's mainframe, but she was making progress. It wouldn't be long now.

There! She used two fingers and a thumb to pinch at part of the screen and expand it several times. This was the chink it the anti-intrusion armor she'd been searching for. Rossi excitedly keyed in a kill sequence, and couldn't help but whoop in elation as the firewall blinked out of existence. "We're in!" She called out to SlackJaw. "Now... let's see where they're keeping Masilda."
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The blasterfire died down after the last stormtrooper fell. Nova stared down at her handiwork then glanced back up at Orev. The two of them together took care of the guard around the 'Bedlam and any FIrst Order officers still left inside. "Masilda's not here," Tsivoin announced as he came back into the hangar bay from the Bedlam's boarding ramp.

"Probably moved her to medical," Orev replied, then he lifted his radio to his lips to alert the crew the ship was secured with a coded message.

Nova crossed her arms and looked at him. "You know, eventually you guys are going to have to fill us in about that," she said.

Orev shrugged. "Listen--," he started, but he was interrupted when a violent shudder throughout the entire ship sent all three of them sprawling to the floor.

"What the hell was that," Nova asked as she clawed her way back to her feet.

"Explosion," Orev said simply. "That little doctor is doing a number on this ship. Cap'n better get to her fast..."

Meanwhile, in the Admiral's personal shuttle Julien sat monitoring the security feeds of his former ship. An internal explosion blew a hole through the hull on the port side of the ship venting air into space. It was amazing the ship was still functional after the damage it had sustained. A testament to First Order engineering, but he didn't much care about that. His eyes were transfixed on the feeds. This tiny woman he thought nothing of was tearing his men apart. He only caught snippets of it here and there. One moment there was a group of stormtroopers on patrol, the next there was a flash of steel and all four of them were down, bleeding from their throats. Their assailant appeared briefly in the feed only as a lithe figure with white hair and then she was gone. She moved with such elegance and grace, avoiding cameras whenever possible and eliminating targets with expert precision. Perhaps the most fascinating thing, however, was the fact she had nearly killed the young Jedi. Until that moment Julien had thought they were part of the same crew. Whatever had caused this sudden change in the woman the crew of the Bedlam were not in on it.

"Interesting...," he muttered to himself. "Behavorial programing perhaps?"

The First Order had employed similar techniques in their recruitment and training of stormtroopers to varying degrees of success, but they were nothing like this. The woman was a pacifist who abhorred violence. She told him as much herself. This was a radical turn around for her, but it did shed a bit of light on her mysterious history. Another camera feed just outside engineering, there was a flurry of activity then three dead stormtroopers were left lying in pools of their own blood. Engineering had been her objective, no doubt she intended to destroy the entire ship to maintain her secret. An explosion of that size would completely disintigrate his tiny shuttle so now it was time to go. He set down the datapad and keyed in a course for his rendezvous with Kylo Ren at Starkiller base. No doubt lord Ren would be disappointed to learn that he had lost the Jedi, however, the information he would bring instead would no doubt prove integral to maintaining the military superiority of the First Order...

The lights in engineering flickered on and off periodically. A small group of stormtroopers stood nervously around the reactor, their weapons trained on their surroundings. Alarm kalxons blared in the distance and a flashing red light was the only thing illuminating the room. The sound of leather squeezing tightly filled the air as the troopers tightened their grips on their weapons. One of them backed nervously into another when he thought he might have seen something.

"Watch it," the other trooper said, pushing him forward.

"Hey--," the first tried to say, turning to face him. However, he never got to finish his thought before a knife hurled through the darkness pierced his neck, slipping into the space between the chest piece of his armor and his helmet. He gurgled on his own blood before he feel to his knees and collapsed in a heap. The other troopers immediately raised their weapons and started to fire at anything they thought they saw moving. Blaster fire danced around the room, burning into the bulkhead or melting through sensitive electronics. A shadow moved behind them and before they knew it two more of them were dead. On the catwalk above the last stormtrooper trained his gun on the girl who had slaughtered his friends. As he fired she dove to the side, snapping her fingers as she went. A blade materialized out of thin air into the palm of her hand and before she even hit the ground she hurled it at the last stormtrooper, catching him under the chin and slicing up into his brain. He slumped against the rail before falling to the deck below.

Micaiah pulled herself off the ground then retrieved her stash of detonators. A quick examination of the room told her there were no more remaining threats so she immediately set about rigging explosives around the ship's reactor. She had gotten about halfway through finishing her work when the sudden flash of movement behind her alerted her to danger. In an instant she snapped her fingers, half turned and hurled a knife at her attacker, catching Vague by surprise and knocking his weapon free of his grasp. Then she stood and created another knife before charging forward. The flash of a light suddenly flickered on revealing Vague's face. For a moment the young Sylarian froze in place, though whether that was out of recognition or something else was difficult to say. Vague decided to chance it anyway.

"Micaiah, listen to me," he started slowly, that seemed to snap her out of whatever haze she was in and the woman suddenly charged at him with the knife, swiping this way and that. Vague was hard pressed to avoid her attacks, his injuries making that all the more difficult. It was clear to him now, though, that he wasn't going to get through to her with words alone...
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