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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Durin was taken aback by the sudden shift and very nearly paid dearly for the lapse. As it was, the outlaw suddenly found himself pressed onto the defensive as the Sylarian unleashed a staggering onslaught of knife attacks against him. His body was still recovering from being ravaged by the interrogator, his defensive movements and attempts to counter barely completed in time before the smaller, quicker Micaiah had followed up with another calculatedly lethal strike. In the back of his mind, Vague found himself trying to reconcile the nearly feral woman he was fighting now with the images he had of the docile, nearly catatonic Micaiah he'd helped aboard the Wanderlust, and the cool, calculated version who'd come to his aid while infiltrating Lyshani's den. It was a fruitless task.

A glancing blow to his chin cast the fleeting thoughts deep below his conscious thoughts and he brought his full focus to the struggle. He spent the next minute fending off the Sylarian's attacks while simultaneously studying her fighting style. One of Vague's most useful talents in hand-to-hand combat had always been his ability to identify his opponents fighting style and while utilizing his experience in several different disciplines craft an effective counter-strategy on the fly. Her attacks, though, fell into no identifiable discipline that he'd ever encountered before. The efficiency and speed of her strikes and movements was nearly staggering. In the end, Vague realized that in his damaged, weakened state his only hope of continued survival was to utilize his marginal height and reach advantage and do his best to keep her out of close range.

He blocked another of her attempts at a joint lock and forced them apart once more. Though something changed in his facial expression. He'd identified an opportunity. When she went in for another jabbing attempt, he purposefully allowed the attack to go through unblocked, though the Outlaw specifically twisted his frame to ensure that the blade struck his midsection in such a way as to avoid any lethal damage. This tactic seemed to startle the Sylarian slightly, and as she withdrew the blade distractedly he was finally able to connect on a counter attack that jarred Micaiah's grip on the blade loose, sending it skittering off across the deck.

The effort to land the counter had taken Vague out of position, however and before he could recover the Sylarian pressed her advantage. She struck with surgical precision, temporarily deadening the leg that most of Vague's weight was on and followed up with a pair of strikes to his trunk, causing him to fall backwards to the ground. He narrowly avoided clanging the back of his head off of the deck and before he could react, Micaiah had closed the distance and mounted him, replacing the lost blade with another that somehow seemed to materialize from her sleeve.

With the majority of her weight preventing his lower body from movement, Vague struggled to shift her off of him. He was able to block and redirect a pair of attacks, but paid a steep price in return. Micaiah's blade found its way inside his defensive screen and plunged up through his armpit, severing a tendon and a series of blood vessels, rendering his primary arm completely useless. As Micaiah withdrew the blade, he instinctively brought his other hand up gauge the damage. His eyes locked with hers, however, when she reversed her grip on the blade and wound back for a strike at his now vulnerable throat.

The knife came down hard and the outlaw closed his eyes. This was it, this is how he was going to die. He braced himself for the inevitable end, but when none came he opened his eyes again. Micaiah had frozen in place, the point of her knife just inches from his throat. Unable to comprehend what she was doing the Sylarian staggered backwards, her knife falling harmlessly to the deck. She stood in stunned amazement, staring at her hands as Vague clawed his way back to his feet. When she saw him moving out of the corner of her eye she moved to attack him again. Though this time without any of the certainty she possessed before.

Durin had been sure that was going to be his end. Now the Captain wasn't sure what to think. He'd staggered to his feet the moment she'd withdrawn and relinquished the advantage, hoping maybe whatever had triggered this onslaught had somehow ended... yet the moment she detected his movement she'd launched herself back in his direction. Though, even as he struggled to redirect her attack Vague noticed that her efforts had changed. If she'd still been attacking with the same efficiency and brutality as before, his handicapped state wouldn't have allowed him to counter. The status quo had shifted... and he couldn't afford to take the time to comprehend it in case it may shift back the other direction. With little other option available to him, and her coordination suddenly lacking, Vague resulted to brute force tactics. He landed a series of blows from booted feet and his one good fist into Micaiah's thighs, biceps, and flank in hopes of dulling or impairing the muscles beneath, then slid in close. It wasn't a particularly attractive takedown, but the end result was satisfactory.

Vague was able to bring Micaiah to the ground and lock her neck and arm between his legs. Without hesitation, he began to apply pressure. His goal wasn't to break the Sylarian's neck, he sincerely hoped that there was some other way than death to bring an end to her rampage. No, instead he was doing his best to apply enough pressure to the arteries that supplied blood to her brain. If he could just render her unconscious, even for a few moments... There. He heard the scuffing of her boots on the deck slow, then cease all together as the rest of her body went limp. Immediately he let go and extracted himself from the tangle of their bodies and for a moment he simply lay flat on his back, panting in exhaustion. He steeled himself with a very deep breath, then struggled one handed to his feet, locating his discarded rifle.

The Captain walked back over to Micaiah's still form and sighed as he rotated a selector switch on the Rebly manufactured weapon. "I'm sorry Mic." He muttered, and in his nightmares later that night, he'd be sure that he saw those cold, calculating eyes flash open one more time between his statement and when the stun blast struck her.
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Once Rossi had cracked into the ship's systems, she began to place data-mining packets in key locations. Her main goal was to locate the whereabouts of Masilda, but there was no reason not to gather as much intel as possible on the First Order and their ambitions in the process.

Unfortunately, the net she cast may have been a little too wide. She keyed open the file on Vague's interview absently and it played on in the background as she worked. Her curiosity got the better of her as she began to focus more on it than her coding. She'd not been called to be questioned before Nova arrived to spring them loose and she wondered what it had been like. That wondering was a mistake. She watched on, in horror as the interrogator and his droid tortured Vague and ultimately she swiped the feed away with a trembling hand. For a moment, she imagined what it must've felt like... until she realized that if Nova hadn't arrived when she did...

Distractedly, she pressed on in her search, only to stumble across a camera feed and witnessed Micaiah savagely dispatch a squad of First Order troopers in a corridor. Her audible gasp drew SlackJaw's attention away from guarding the door and for a few moments the pair simply stared at the screen in silence. The Sylarian had long disappeared and all that remained were the blood splattered bodies of the fallen troopers.

"We haven't much time." SlackJaw finally spoke, though his modulated voice seemed softer than normal.

The Kessurian nodded and forced herself to take her pink toned hands away from covering her mouth in shock and horror, and put them back to work on the pad. She was narrowing down on Masilda's location and vowed to not be distracted again... she wasn't sure she could handle witnessing anything else.

"Med bay." she spoke into the empty room, tapping a few more keys, she flagged a handful of top security transmissions that had gone in and out of the ship in the last day or so, as well as a flight log for the hangar and set them up to remote download into SlackJaw's database.

"Let's go get her."

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Vague stood over top of Micaiah's still from for a handful of seconds, catching his breath and dizzily trying to make sense of what was happening. It was no use, though. What he knew about the woman paled in comparison to the secrets she kept about herself and he knew it. For now, all he could do was focus on getting his crew clear of this soon to be derelict ship. With a firm nod, as if to confirm his own orders to himself, he set off to examine what the Sylarian had accomplished prior to his arrival.

Her work had been thorough, that much was certain. Vague added only a trio more of the explosives around the section before he was sure that the resulting explosion would properly eradicate the vessels very existence. What gave him pause, though, was a lack of detonator. He glanced back at Micaiah for a moment... Surely, whatever had changed within her... she hadn't planned on going down with the ship. He searched the satchel one more time, then frowned. Perhaps she'd intended to utilize the bracelet in some way to trigger the explosives.

The Captain cautiously approached her and with his one good arm tried to manipulate the device in hopes of removing it from her wrist. No dice. The bright green menus flashed in a language he couldn't begin to comprehend and by the end of it they started glowing a bright red instead. Thinking better of upsetting the foreign device, he left it and her alone and took a slow look around the engineering bay... "The old fashion way, then." He commented grimly under his breath.

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Rossi and SlackJaw had made quick work of the few remaining guards around the med-bay and secured their Ryn comrade. She looked no worse for wear than the last time they'd seen her, which was a relief. Now the pair were carefully racing back through the ship with Masilda secured to a hover-gurney. They encountered minute resistance along the way... finding it more of a struggle to navigate around the corpses Micaiah had left strewn about than battling with any survivors of her rampage.

They were nearing the hangar when Orev's call came through telling them that the 'Beldam was secured. The pair followed his comm with a confirmation that they'd found and secured Masilda and were on their way to the ship. It was shortly after that they rounded a corner and came to a jarring halt. With SlackJaw in the lead, Rossi at first had a hard time seeing what exactly had caused them to stop. She leaned to the side in an effort to look past the olive and tan droid and sucked in a gasp at the sight.

Vague was leaning against the other side of the corridor, bruised and bloodied. He had Micaiah's left arm draped over his his back and left shoulder and held it in front of him with his right arm. What looked to be the sling from his rifle was wrapped around both of their waists and kept her pressed up against his back. For a moment, Rossi wasn't sure she was actually seeing it, then something audibly snapped in her mind and she shouted out. "By the stars, Vague what happened?!"

Vague stopped and half turned at the sound of her voice. Seeing his face only added to her panic. The parts of his skin that weren't covered in blood were pale from blood loss instead. His knees seemed to falter a bit as he turned to address them. "No time." he replied to her question, then took a couple short breaths. "Comm's damaged. Ships set to blow.... We have... three minutes..." He tipped to the side, his body catching the edge of the corridor.

Rossi wasted no time, immediately keying her comm. The gurney wouldn't hold the weight of two, no matter how slight in figure Micaiah was... and it was obvious that Vague was hardly in condition to get to the hangar by himself, much less carrying the Sylarian on his back.

"Guys, we're in the main spine, about eight bulkheads from the hangar. Vague and Miciah are hurt. We need help, and we don't have much time."
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"Already on it," Nova answered over the comm. Then she half turned to Tsivoin standing beside her. "Just like lifting rocks, okay," she told him. "I'll get them over here you help me catch them."

Tsivoin looked uncertain but nodded his head. Then Nova turned back to the corridor. Sorry, guys, this isn't going to feel pleasant.

She held out her hand towards Vague and the others then keyed her radio. "Guys, I'm sorry in advance."

Rossi lifted the radio to her lips again with a look of confusion in her eyes. "Sorry in advance for wha--aaaah!" She cried as she and the others were suddenly lifted into the air and thrown forward at a rapid velocity. Nova used the Force to keep them aloft and moving as fast as she could manage but she could already begin to feel the strain on her body. Once they were close enough she let go, allowing their velocity to carry them the rest of the way. Exhausted, the Jedi collapsed to her knees. The next part was up to Tsiv, he was going to have to catch them... All of them.

At first, Tsivoin was flushed and disoriented as he experienced the sudden and fierce surge of the Force emanate from Nova by his side. The teen took a half step back and bent at the knees to brace himself against the sensation. Nova hadn't been entirely clear about what her plan was, but the jist he'd garnered frightened him to the core. His wide violet eyes glanced over towards her and he could tell there would be no opportunity for clarification, and as the strain in her arms slackened and she dropped to her knees, he knew that the rest of his crew - his families - fates were in his hands alone.

The frail teen took a couple of quick, deep breaths and reached sideways to flatten his palm against the landing strut of the 'Bedlam to ground himself. Just like lifting rocks... she'd said. Tsiv exhaled slowly and did his best to quiet his racing hearts. Since their last practice session where Nova had highlighted the importance of a Jedi's ongoing and innate connection to the force, he'd focused on little else. Now, even though terrified, he found himself easily submerging into a cool, dark lake. For a moment, he simply absorbed the sensations of opening himself up to the greater force.

The serenity was fleeting, though. Instead of the calm surface he'd become accustomed to, the lake within his mind's eye was disrupted by a ferocious and artificial current an embodiment of the energy Nova had called upon to hurl their friends towards them. Tsivoin opened his eyes to look upon the angry waves of thick, black water and though his pulse raced, he followed the ripples backwards to their source.

At first, all he saw was a massive and blinding violet light, several times his size, half submerged in the lake and barreling down on he and Nova like a freight train. Instantly he felt his lower back and neck prickle with uncertainty and fear. Nova was counting on him. He couldn't let her down. Couldn't let all of them down. His anxiety was growing, creating its own counter-current in the water around him. Tsiv took another deep breath, and let it out slowly, giving himself over completely to the force. The ripples around his form ceased. Similarly, the massive violet light shattered, revealing five smaller individual pinpoints in its place.

He physically lowered himself, placing one hand flat against the surface of the water and stretching out towards the crew with the other. They were coming at him too fast! Like rocks. he repeated to himself. With a final surge of determination, the force poured into the Zabrak and a wall of dark water shot up from the depths in front of the approaching crew. One by one, the wall acted as a sort of net... somehow grabbing hold of each of the crew and arresting their momentum. It certainly wasn't graceful, or gentle... but in the end, just before Tsiv fell backwards and off of the boarding ramp to the hangar deck below, he'd managed to catch them all.

"'Rev! Help Vague and Micaiah," Nova shouted as she hopped off the boarding ramp to check on Tsivoin. She knelt down next to him and lifted his head.

"You alright, Kid," she asked. The Zabrak nodded weakly, a broad smile on his face. Nova smiled too. "I knew you could do it," she told him. Then she reached out a hand and helped him to his feet.

Leveraging his arm to support his weight the two stepped around the boarding ramp to meet Vague and the others. By Now Orev had come down to take the weight of the Sylarian off of Vague's back. Both Rossi and Slackjaw were already loading the gurney carrying Masilda onto the ship. Of the five of them she probably had the easiest time of it. While the others might be feeling a bit of whiplash, Masilda was strapped down and secured. At best all she felt was the momentum of her gurney being pulled forward.

Behind them Vague limped to the boarding ramp as Nova and Tsivoin fell in beside him. "I'm sorry," she said, "I know that couldn't have felt very good, but Rossi said there wasn't much time so I tried to get you here as fast as I could. The only way I knew how."
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Vague offered her a wry smile in response, only barely wincing as it stretched the crack in his upper lip. “Can’t speak for the others, but I’ve had worse.” He spoke, then almost distractedly he reached his good hand up to reapply pressure to the stab wound in his underarm. It was bleeding at a significantly higher rate than the one in his abdomen. His gaze darkened a bit as he looked up the ramp towards where Orev had taken the doctor.

Nova must have said something that he hadn’t heard, as she and the Zabrak were both looking at him expectantly. He shook his head and motioned forward. “Come on, we have less than three minutes to clear the blast zone.” Even as he spoke the trio could hear the propulsion systems kicking in.

Nova glanced up at Orev who was busy shackling Micaiah to a rail in the cargo bay. He had already shackled her right arm and was now working on her left. With a concerned look in her eye she turned to look back at Vague. "You need medical attention," she told him. "Tsivoin, get Rossi. I'll help him to the medbay."

Vague watched the Zabrak take off and paused, letting go of the pressure on his wound to slap the release on the ramp causing it to rise and seal rapidly behind them. A smear of fresh, wet blood was left behind on the control. He took two steps forward and keyed the intercom there. "EssJay, get us out of here. Granite Hawk." He barely got the command out before he began coughing. Twice, then twice more... He took a quick and deep breath, then the coughing became uncontrollable, droplets of blood escaping his lips.

"That's enough, Vague come on," Nova implored, swooping under his arm to help bear some of his weight. "Med bay. Now." She didn't wait for a response, though Vague didn't resist either, as she started the pair off on the thankfully short trek towards the medical room. While on their way, the telltale sensation of the freighter accelerating away from the doomed Frigate and jumping to lightspeed could be felt by those not too distracted to notice them. Less than a minute after they fled to hyperspace, the detonators aboard the Nebulon Frigate went off and reduced the craft to little more than superheated slag and atomized matter.

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Tsiv had a hard time tracking Rossi down at first... In fact he didn't exactly end up tracking her down at all. When he couldn't find her initially, he instead went to the med bay himself - as if somehow he could help Nova provide Vague with treatment of some kind. The door wooshed open and he almost went head over heals as he barreled into the hover-gurney that used to hold Masilda. Thankfully, as he steadied himself he realized that Masilda had been moved back to one of the stationary gurney's aboard the Bedlam.

"Campo, what's wrong?!"

He turned his spiked head sharply to see that Rossi had indeed already been in the Med bay the whole time. "Rossi-its-Vague-he's-hurt real bad-Nova-" He started to spill out the words a mile a minute, but before he could finish, the doors opened once more behind him and he grabbed hold of the hover gurney and moved it off to the side as Nova and Vague came stumbling into the bay.

"Rossi, you need to treat him now. He's lost a lot of blood," Nova said as she stumbled under the strain of Vague's weight. His legs had turned to jelly just moments before entering the medbay and now Nova was bearing most of his weight on her shoulders and clearly struggling. Both Rossi and Tsiv came to her aid and together the three of them somehow managed to get him into a gurney.

As Nova took a step back Rossi stared down at Vague's body, noting the wound in his shoulder as well as the various cuts and bruises covering his chest and arms. "I don't know, Nova, this is... This is serious. Shouldn't--," she stopped herself. The words catching in her throat. They had only one qualified doctor on this ship and currently she was chained up in the cargo bay.

"You really want to wake her up and bring her back here," Nova asked pointedly. There was a tinge of fear in her voice that Rossi had never heard from her before. Micaiah had nearly killed her and she had already been at death's door once before. "We have to do this ourselves."

The Kessurian averted her eyes away from Nova's gaze for a moment, took a couple calming breaths, then looked back at Vague. The young Jedi was right - Frell, Micaiah was the one who did most of this to him. she though to herself and suddenly felt a bit embarrassed that she'd even suggested bringing the Sylarian in to treat him. In a moment, she steeled her nerves as best as she could, and nodded firmly, looking back up at Nova. "Ok." She said, trying to project confidence. Orev and Vague had taught her quite a bit about first aid over the years and due to her having a far steadier hand than either of them she'd become the crews defacto medic... but none of them had ever been quite so grievously injured before.

Durin groaned a bit and tried to adjust himself on the gurney. "I can help." He offered weakly. "Walk you through it... Tsiv go grab a mirror, would you? So I can see." He turned to Nova next and listed off the instruments and supplies they would likely need. Before long, the trio had rounded up what they could and were preparing to start. Vague explained to them that the wound under his arm was the only life threatening one, the rest were superficial or at the very least weren't arterial bleeds.

Nova stood at the head of the bed, holding Vague's damaged left arm up above his head while Tsiv stood near the injured captains hip and held the mirror so that Durin could see the wound and what Rossi was doing. For her part, Rossi was doing everything she could to hold it together, forcing her hands not to tremble through a sheer feat of willpower.

Vague was looking paler by the minute, and his speech had slowed down considerably since they'd laid him on the gurney. "Alright Roz... We don't have the capability of repairing the damage to the joint onboard, but she cut the artery and I need you to close it off or I will bleed out. It'll have shunted back by now in response to the blood loss so you'll need to search for it. It's going to hurt but no matter what you have to keep going."

"Can't we give you something for the pain?" She asked, a quiver in her voice.

Durin shook his head. "Painkillers are a depressant, too much blood lost, could send me into shock. It's alright Roz. Get it done." he affirmed.

Rossi shut her eyes tightly for a second, then opened them and focused intently. "Three, two, one-" Her spine and shoulders shuddered as she pressed her fingers into the wound. Vague's teeth gritted together and he groaned in pain, his feet kicking slightly at the end of the gurney. She stopped instantly and looked back down at him in concern.

"Keep. Going." he bit out.

With tears brimming up in her honey colored eyes, she did as she was told. The several seconds she spent digging around felt like an eternity as she watched the pain flash through Vague's face and eyes. Finally, she brushed up against the artery and felt the pressure of the blood it was still spurting out. "I found it." She spoke, her voice sounding hollow even to her own ears.

"Good," Vague grimaced. "Now grab the forceps there. You'll need to get hold of it and clamp it down. Then we can cauterize it to stop the blood flow. Tsiv, can you shine the light- perfect." The Zabrak had instantly adjusted his aim on the glowrod allowing Vague to the wound better in the mirror.

Rossi did as instructed, picking up the forceps and gingerly guiding them along the back side of her fingertips until she found the artery. She opened them and tried her damndest not to notice Vague's booted feet rustling in response to the pain. It took the Kessurian three excruciating tries before she finally managed to get the forceps clamped around the artery in question. With her hands tied up on the clamp, Vague weakly talked Nova through the process of cauterizing the opening.

Once it was over, Rossi dropped the forceps into a container of sanitizer, took a step back and pressed a trembling hand to her mouth. She looked over but Vague was no longer conscious. If she'd been able to bring herself to glance at the readouts above the gurney, they would have told her his vitals were still low but steady... that he'd simply passed out - likely from the pain. She didn't have the wits about her to do so, though... instead her frenzied eyes sought out Nova's. "Did I...?"
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Nova was still finishing up bandaging the wound when Rossi spoke up. She glanced first at the Kessurian, then at Vague and finally at the readouts above his bed. She never had a formal education so of course she didn't know what any of it meant, but the little spiky line was still doing the beep thing which was good, right? Finally, she turned back to Rossi with a note of frustration. "I don't know, you're the doctor. Read the thing," she said, pointing up at the readouts.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the ship the young Sylarian awoke with a start. The first thing she noticed upon waking were the cuffs binding her arms to the rail. The second thing she noticed was Orev standing in front of her with a blaster leveled at her head. She glanced up at the Duros with a look of worry and desperation in her eyes. Her usually cool and calculated demeanor had evaporated entirely.

"Orev, where's Vague?" She cried, "Is he alright? Please tell me I didn't kill him!"

The Duros had tensed as he noticed the Sylarian starting to come to and just prior to her gray eyes opening he double checked that his carbine was set to stun. Orev regarded Micaiah for several moments after she spoke, his large orange eyes emotionless and his lipless face devoid of expression. He hadn't encountered the doctor onboard the frigate and could only compare how she acted now to how Nova had described her upon their breakout of the detention area.

"Orev, Please?!" she pleaded once more.

He took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly. "The Captain is in the med bay, Rossi will do what she can." He finally replied, voice tinted with equal parts suspicion, animosity, and concern.

Tsiv slipped into the cargo bay just as Orev finished answering Micaiah. He froze in the threshold at the sight of the Sylarian awake and pleading with the Duros. In the back of his mind, he was instantly reminded by images of the dead troopers she'd left in her wake back on the frigate.

In med bay? That's where she should be, but after what happened back on the imperial frigate she doubted they would even let her out of this room. She toyed with the idea of pleading with Orev to let her go see him, but she knew the Duros was just as cautious as Vague if not more so. Perhaps she was lucky she was even still alive. Why didn't they just shoot her back on the ship?

"Kill me, please," she whispered under her breath, but just loud enough for him to hear. "Just do it. I'm a danger to all of you..."

He maybe should have, but the Duros didn’t hesitate. Instead he replied in an icy tone, “Not our style.” The implication was clear, after seeing the aftermath in the corridors, it would be difficult to see her as anything other than an efficient killer.

Micaiah was crestfallen after Orev's response. Both he and Vague were too much of a hero to murder in cold blood no matter how much she deserved it. "Orev, please. I can't guarantee I won't be activated again. It's for your own good!"

She practically screamed the last part at him. Looking up at him with desperation in her eyes and tears streaming down her face.

Orev's eyes narrowed slightly and he tilted his head in response to her admission. The Duros reached out and pulled a nearby crate over to rest against, bringing his eyes more in level with hers. "Let's pump the dampeners for a second." He spoke, his voice having shifted in tone significantly. "Mayhap you could explain to me what you mean by activated?"

Micaiah let out an exasperated sigh, telling him that would reveal more of Sylaria's secrets and place them in even greater danger. It would be easier if they just kill her, but it didn't appear as if they would grant her wish.

"Behavioral programming," she whispered softly. "When I was seven my mother enrolled me into the Order of the White Wolf, an accelerated learning program. The order had produced such effective agents in safeguarding Sylaria that it garnered as much prestige in Sylarian society as the Jedi in your Republic."

She turned her gaze away from him, the look in her eyes becoming distant. "I didn't know what they were at the time. I was excited to be attending one of the most prestigious schools on the planet. I served the Order loyally for so long until..."

Her words trailed off. Orev waited for her to continue but when it felt like she wouldn't he quietly nudged her. "Until," he asked, gently prodding her forward.

Micaiah turned her head to bring it closer to her hand and wiped away her tears. "I was chasing the report of some insurgents. Sylarian rebels trying to overthrow the government. When I finally found them I realized the intelligence was a mistake. They weren't insurgents at all, they were a family of refugees. When I reported this back to command they wanted to save face. The program couldn't afford bad press so they ordered me to kill them anyway, but I refused... Then they made me do it."

Her shoulders trembled as memories of that day came flooding back to her. "I still remember their faces," she said, her voice cracking. "After that everything made sense. Those long training sessions where they would take me away for an entire day and I wouldn't remember anything. They were programming me, turning me into an effective sleeper agent. After my first activation I got scared and ran. I didn't want them to control me so I fled to the Republic. I've been running from them ever since, but I couldn't run forever. Eventually, they caught up with me," she shook the wrist where she wore her bracelet for emphasis.

"Take it off me, please. Destroy it," she told him.

Orev looked confused. He had no idea what its purpose was for, only Vague and Nova had seen it in operation. "Why? What is it for?"

Micaiah let her wrist fall limply again. "I tried my best to reprogram it for medicinal purposes. I thought in the Republic I could do some good as a doctor, but there was a layer of security I could never get past and now I know why. The activation phrase to trigger me is buried in the code, preventing me from hacking it. Normally, I'd give up in frustration but this time there had been a major security breach. If Vague hadn't stopped me I would have killed us all."
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Orev absorbed the details that Micaiah was doling out in relative silence and without any discernible outward reaction. It was certainly a fantastic tale, and maybe just a bit too fanciful and specific to have been improvised on the spot. He was preparing to make a followup when a rustling behind him drew his attention.

As the Duros spun to face the noise, he immediately lowered the blaster carbine. It was just Tsivoin.

The teen sheepisly offered up his hands and averted his eyes. "S-Sorry. I uh. Just here to grab this plasma for Rossi." He muttered, getting a better grasp on the crate that he'd just dropped and hefting it up in the air. "Gotta-go." He didn't wait for a reply, instead he spun and hurried back out of the bay.

Orev watched the teen retreat, then turned back to Micaiah. "How can I be sure this isn't a trap? That you're not still... activated?"

Meanwhile, the Zabrak stopped about halfway back to the med bay and set the heavy crate down to take a few breaths. He thought back to what he'd overheard. If Vague hadn't stopped me I would have killed us all.

He shivered. She'd meant every word of it. With eyes till wide and anxious, he picked up the crate once more and rushed the rest of the way back to medical.

"Because I told you the truth," she answered, "My prime directive is to protect Sylarian secrets not divulge them."

Orev sighed just slightly. Secrets. Where would they all be without them? He regarded her for a few more seconds, glanced once backwards towards the rest of the ship, then stood from the crate. He'd have preferred to have had Vague nearby to back him up just in case, but-

The Duros set his carbine down on the crate and took a step forward, closing the distance between he and Micaiah. He turned his focus down to the bracelet and took a moment to study its exterior.

"Alright, Doc. By the Force I hope I don't regret this." He muttered while manipulating the bracelet. It glowed green, then red, then the light blinked out as the clasp gave way and he instinctively retreated a pair of steps, not quite knowing what he expected to happen next.

Micaiah shook the bracelet free of her wrist and let it fall to the deck. Then she kicked it away with her foot. "Blast it," she told him, "Then blast me. As long as I'm alive there's still a chance I could be a danger to you."

"Above my pay grade, Doc." he replied, leaning over to retrieve the bracelet. He wanted to go check on Vague, the man's injuries had been about as serious as Orev had ever seen the Captain sustain. Orev turned his back to Micaiah and set turned the bracelet around in his hands. "I saw what shape the Captain was in," He shifted the subject. "Are you hurt?"

Micaiah quietly shook her head, though Orev couldn't see it. "No," she said quietly. "Sylarians have limited regenerative abilities. That combined with the nanites from the bracelet allows me to heal insanely fast."

She glanced up at him. His back was still turned to her but she could still see him turning over the bracelet in his hand. "Please, Orev, don't make the same mistake I did. Just destroy it, space it, I don't care. Just don't keep it on this ship."
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Rossi and Nova had made quick work of the wound on Vague's flank. They cleaned it thoroughly and then applied a bacta dressing overtop of it. The rudimentary scanning equipment had confirmed that the wound had missed any vital organs and it simply would need time and bacta to heal. His shoulder, on the other hand, would require far more extensive and specialized care. They were just finishing up bandaging the cuts along the Captain's forearms when Rossi spoke up.

"I didn't get a chance in all the rush," She told Nova, "To thank you for getting us all out of there."

Nova paused a moment, glancing up at the Kessurian and shrugged slightly. "Thank him." She told Rossi, tilting her head at the door to the med bay just before it opened and Tsiv came hurrying through with the crate he'd been sent after. "I just yanked you out of the hallway. Tsiv's the one who caught you all before you slipped out of the hangar and into space."

Rossi stopped short of applying the adhesive bandage to Vague's arm and followed Nova's eyes over to look upon the scrawny teenager. She felt a bit of color rise to her already pink cheeks in embarrassment at her assumption. She turned and handed the bandage over to Nova before walking over and taking the crate out of Tsiv's hands and setting it down on the hover gurney. She then surprised the teen by turning around and pulling him into a quick hug.

"Thank you, Campo, for being there for the crew when we needed you the most." She half-whispered in his ear then let go and started to set up the equipment they would need to give Vague an IV. "If you have anything you need to take care of, or want to get cleaned up I'd go do it now." She told Nova, who in turn gave her a slightly confused glance. "This plasma can only do so much. He lost a lot of blood, and you're the only compatible donor on board."
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A couple of days had passed. They were still in transit to--wherever EssJay was taking them. Vague was resting peacefully now and had yet to wake up from his operation. Most of the crew had huddled around the common area during downtime. Almost no one went into the cargo bay if they didn't need to. Micaiah was granted a little bit more freedom of movement but she was still chained up. Orev or Slackjaw would bring her food from the galley but the others were expressly forbidden from interacting with her. At least until they knew more about what they were dealing with.

"You think any of that is true," Nova asked Rossi who was sitting across from her on the other side of a holochess table. The young Jedi cast a wary glance back over her shoulder towards the cargo hold. It still bothered her to think about how close she came to death again. If that stormtrooper hadn't appeared... She shuddered at the thought.

"Hmm," Rossi asked, looking up from where she was planning her next move.

"All that stuff Micaiah told 'Rev," Nova explained, "About behavioral programming and what not. Could someone really do that? Control someone's mind?"

Rossi gave her a look and Nova quickly corrected herself. "Without the Force, I mean," she added sheepishly. "What I do is basically magic, and it's temporary. But what they did to her that was science, you know? Like with machines and stuff, that's scarier. I just have so many questions. Like is it permanent? Can she be fixed? I just thought, you know--you're the smartest person I know, sooo..."

The Kessurian's lips twitched into somewhat of a smirk as Nova trailed off. "Well, thank you for that. It'd be easier to believe if you didn't keep beating me at Dejarik." She commented motioning at the holoboard. She took a few moments to key in her next move, then allowed her honey shaded gaze to look back towards the hold.

"It's not unheard of." she finally spoke softly, "A lot of folks say the Empire used it on their troopers and pilots. Some of the more nefarious syndicates and guilds have also been accused of it. Though I've never heard of something quite so intricate as what 'Rev described. Sleeper agents, activation phrases... It all sounds like a holo-drama, doesn't it?"

"I'm not sure, I've never seen one," Nova answered as she keyed in her next move.

Rossi blinked and her head tilted a bit to the side as she looked over at Nova with a surprised expression on her face. Her mouth slacked open a bit as she started to ask a question, then thought better of it. The hacker knew hardly anything about Nova's past and at the moment it was painfully obvious. "Oh- uh. Guess the Jedi weren't big on slumberparties, huh?"

Nova shrugged. "Not really. I don't remember ever seeing a single holovid in the whole temple," she answered. "I've seen them before, though, like in stores and stuff. I'd watch them for a bit, at least until the shopkeeper shooed me away."

Rossi's eyes went a bit distant for a moment as she remembered something from her own past. She was only ten when Vague had saved her life and taken her to the orphanage on Raltiir. By no means had she had a rougher upbringing than Nova or Tsiv... but things hadn't been easier for her all the same. If she hadn't learned how to slice and hack... well Force knows what might have become of her there. She knew enough about how unforgiving and bleak an existence in the streets could be.

"Well," she started, quickly keying in a follow up move for the strategy she'd been trying to put into place since they'd started this round. "I think I sense a Starflash marathon in our future. I'm pretty sure I have the first five series on holodisk. If I remember right, she - Micaiah said that her species was in tune with the Force as well. Maybe they used it one her and the others like her, too?"

Nova didn't waste any time keying in her next move. She barely even looked at the board. "I don't know," she answered, "I've never heard of the Force being used like that, but then there's a lot about it that I don't understand."

Rossi made a face as Nova's piece moved across the board. Then she glanced up at the Jedi with a curious look in her eye. "Like what," she asked.

"Well, back at the temple Obi-Wan mentioned something about the Veil of the Force. He said I touched it somehow," Nova explained and Rossi's curiosity shifted immediately to confusion.

"Obi-Wan? Was there someone else at the temple?"

"Kind of," Nova said with a shrug. "He was my mentor back when I was training, but he's dead... and also not dead... Like I said, there's a lot I don't understand."

Rossi rested her elbows on the holoboard and then placed her chin on her hand. "I guess." She replied with a slight shake of her head. She was about to ask another question when SlackJaw's voice interupted over the intercom.

"We'll be reverting to realspace in one minute and fifty two seconds. Prepare accordingly, if you're into that."

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"You don't want to be in here. Do yourself a favor and go back with the others."

The voice drifted through the hold and sent a chill up Tsivoin's spine. The young Zabrak had snuck his way through the ship and into the cargo hold, but now he suddenly stopped his advance and slowly turned his violet eyes in the direction of it's speaker. 'If Vague hadn't stopped me I would have killed us all.' He recalled her desperately telling Orev a few days prior.

How is that any different than you needing Nova to mess with your head so you don't blow the ship apart? A voice sounded in the back of his head. He hesitated there for a moment then took a deep breath and strode forward into the low light of the hold.

"I don't think I belong there, with them." He offered as he approached the restrained Sylarian.

"So you belong out here with me," Micaiah asked pointedly. She'd been sitting on the floor but as Tsivoin approached she stood and turned her back to him. "I'm not part of your crew. Why waste time with me?"

Tsiv's steps faltered as she turned away from him and the teen stopped a few paces away, standing awkwardly and wrapping his arms around his midsection nervously. "They're afraid of me... Now they're afraid of you too. Or, well, at least one version of you - I guess?"

The teen had only heard bits and pieces of the story and he didn't really understand it all, but what he did know is that Micaiah had attacked and killed a lot of First Order personnel aboard that freighter, and had almost killed Nova and Vague... and he'd seen the fear in Nova's eyes when she described it.

I'm afraid of me too, Micaiah thought wryly to herself. "Maybe," she said aloud, "but they still think they can save me. That's why Vague brought me back on board when he should've left me. And it's why Orev won't do the smart thing and kill me before I kill him."

Then she turned back to look at him, appraising him from head to toe. "But maybe you're different. Maybe you can do what's best for the crew. Just seal the hatch behind you and open the airlock. Please... I don't want to hurt any of you."

Staring at her now Tsivoin could see a range of emotion working its way across her face. She seemed sad, full of regret, but mostly she was afraid. Not afraid of him or afraid of dying, but afraid of herself.

Tsivoin had wondered about why Micaiah had been spared, but he was still pretty new to this outlaw life and they had restrained her at least. He suddenly felt vulnerable as the Sylarian turned to face him, her cool gray eyes sized him up critically and he coudln't help but imagine she was peering into his very soul. When she spoke, her tone was raw and her words were desperate.

The teen's expression initially twisted itself into a look of shock that she'd ask such a thing. Then his gray and black face darkened a shade as he considered whether she genuinely thought he'd be capable of spacing her. Before he could flat out refuse, however, something very strange happened.

Micaiah watched as the Seldarin emanating out from the boy seemed to flinch and retreat inward, all while a set of much darker Seldarin tendrils coiled their way around him, appearing through the deck below them out of seemingly nowhere. As she watched the whispy tendrils encircle the Zabrak, she watched his eyes grow distant and his expression slacken. So caught up in it all, she almost didn't notice the way his eyes suddenly flashed yellow and his lips curled menacingly.

"We'll be reverting to realspace in one minute and fifty two seconds. Prepare accordingly, if you're into that." SlackJaw's voice emanated from the ships intercom system. By the time Micaiah returned her attention to Tsivoin, all evidence of the strange Seldarin had vanished. The boy stood there before her as if nothing had happened at all.

"I better go, they'll probably notice if I'm not around." He told her and quietly retreated from the hold.

Micaiah thought about just letting him go then shook her head. "Tsivoin, wait," she called after him, causing the teen to stop in his tracks. When he turned to look at her the Sylarian's expression had shifted to one of remorse. "You're wrong, you know," she told him. "They're not all afraid of you. Nova isn't."

"How would you know," his tone sounded incredulous. He had so little faith in himself.

"Sylarian's are deeply empathetic creatures. We're so in tune with other's emotions that we sometimes feel them as our own... It can also work the other way around too, like just now."

Tsivoin didn't look like he believed her. "What are you talking about?"

She shook her head. "Never mind that, just listen to me. Vague is cautious, but he's very protective of you. They all are. They care about you, Tsivoin, don't give up on that. You may have a darkness inside of you, but unlike me you can control it. Just remember that Nova is always there for you if you need a little help."
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The 'Veiled Bedlam' careened back into realspace on the outskirts of the Shawken system and SlackJaw quickly corrected their course, diverting them north east to galactic relative, towards what appeared to be a massive blue and pink nebula. Behind him, Orev was busy making sure that the freighters passive stealth systems were powered up and properly calibrated. The Duros flipped a switch nearby and keyed up the comm. "Rossi, need you up in the turret, just in case." He ordered before turning back to his station.

Tsivoin, who had recently began exploring some of the 'Bedlams narrower and harder to get to crawlspaces, emerged into the commons area from the opposite side of the ship as the Cargo Bay that he'd just been visiting with Micaiah in. Deep down he was aware that Nova could likely sense his presence no matter where he was in the ship, but his hope was that she either didn't suspect any trickery, or that she simply had more important things to worry about. Either way, he was just walking in when Orev's voice came over the comm.

He glanced at Rossi as she stood and headed for the cockpit, then turned his gaze to Nova but she too had stood and was following the Kessurian. Knowing he wouldn't be any help up there, the Zabrak plopped down in a nearby chair and started to think about what Micaiah had said to him.

Nova and Rossi parted ways as the Kessurian climbed the ladder up into the dorsal turret, and the young Jedi continued on into the cockpit. She nodded once in Orev's direction, and then climbed into the chair that Vague normally occupied to SlackJaw's left. "Where are we?" She asked incredulously as she looked at the looming nebula in front of them.

"Eastern edge of the Shawken Spur, Core Worlds region." SlackJaw responded without pausing his manipulation of the controls. "That gorgeous celestial body out there is the Carinae Nebula. We're going to us it to mask our approach to Kidiet Olgo."

Nova's eyes narrowed a touch and then she asked, "Mask it from who?"

"Borleian Dominion." Vague's voice responded before SlackJaw could reply. "One of the more well organized factions of the Imperial Remnant. They call this little slice of the galaxy home, your Kamparas belongs to them, as does our Contingency Site on K-Olgo... sort of."

The Captain was leaning on the console opposite of Orev's station, his damaged left arm in a sling and an unsecured button down shirt draped over his shoulders. When Nova moved to stand, he shook his head. "No, stay put. Not a lot I can do there right now anyway." He then turned away from the veiwport and started to converse with Orev in a lower volume.

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Several minutes later, having been caught up on what he'd missed while he'd been unconscious, Vague made his way back through the commons tossing a lazy salute towards Tsivoin as he passed by. He didn't like leaving the cockpit during their insertion into RABD territory, but there was little he could contribute to the effort and he had to trust his crew to do their jobs. The captain paused just short of the threshold for the Cargo Bay, took a deep breath, and then entered. He let his eyes adjust to the change in light, then limped his way over to where Micaiah was restrained.

Micaiah heard him before she saw him. As soon as he came into the light and she could see his face she was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. She wanted to rush forward and give him a hug but as soon as she did two things happen. One, she ran to the edge of her chain and was yanked back and two, Vague instinctively took two steps back from her. Sheepishly, she half turned away from him, unable to bring herself to look him in the eye.

"I'm sorry," she whispered quietly. "I tried to stop myself, but I...," her words trailed off into nothing.

Vague's eyes narrowed a bit at the corners as she set into motion and before he could think better of it, he flinched. He sighed softly as she turned away. Great start He chided himself. The Outlaw willed himself to close the distance, purposefully making sure that his last step put him within her limited striking distance. "The Frigate was destroyed. I made sure of it." He told her with an even tone. "Not sure if the others mentioned that to you or not."

"I don't care about the frigate," she told him, her tone tinted with a hint of disappointment. This wasn't the first thing she wanted to talk about.

"How's your arm," she asked, turning back to face him. "Nova bandaged that didn't she? She may be quick and nimble with a lightsaber but she is clumsy as a doctor."

Vague shrugged with his good shoulder. "She and Rossi were able to seal off the artery at the shoulder, but they're no surgeons..." He trailed off for a few seconds before looking her in the eyes. "It could use a more, advanced scope of treatment." He had been told by Orev that she wanted them to destroy her bracelet... but the nano-tech would likely make short work of his destroyed shoulder and hopefully return to him the use of the arm. He'd hoped to have more time to speak with her before bringing that up, though.

"No," she said flatly.

"No?" Vague repeated, a curious look in his eye.

"You want me to use the bracelet," she said. "I told Orev to destroy it. He hasn't yet, has he?"

She sounded angry, but mostly she was afraid. Afraid to go near it, afraid to touch it. Afraid to ever see it again. Her fear was plainly visible in her eyes and in the shakiness of her shoulders. She gripped her left arm tighter to try and control her nerves with very little success.

Vague's face tightened a bit in response to the haste of her reply, and it took a few calming moments for him to clamp down on his initial rebuttal. It wouldn't do either of them any good to get into an argument about the bracelet's fate right now. Instead, he simply nodded his head in resignation. The Captain clearly mistook her refusal as a universal one and replied, "I understand. We know a night nurse where we're headed, I'll have Orev call ahead. Hopefully he'll be able to repair the damage before it's too late."

"No," she said again, perhaps a bit too quickly. Her cheeks immediately flushed red in response and she turned away. "I mean, I'll do it," she added quietly. "Just... I won't use the bracelet."

He realized his mistake and breathed out a sigh of relief. Truth be told, he hadn't fancied his chances under the night nurses blade though after being at the other end of hers a few days prior... "Let's go, then." he told her, stepping forward to manipulate the restraints. "You can examine it now and we can determine whether we have what you'll need onboard or if we'll need to shop once we get to K-Olgo." The chains dropped to the deck with a heavy clang and Vague stepped back and to the side, motioning with his good arm for her to proceed in front.

Micaiah's relief at finally being unchained was dampened somewhat when Vague insisted she go first. His military training would never allow him to walk in front of a potential enemy. She sighed and stepped in front of him, heading out of the cargo hold and towards the medbay with no deviation whatsoever. They passed Tsivoin in the commons room, her eyes locked with his for a brief moment but she said nothing. She didn't know what to say, this is not how she wanted any of this to happen. She was just starting to get attached to this crew. Now she was lucky if they would ever trust her with a knife again.

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Back in the cockpit, Nova was wondering why there were going to Kidiet Olgo and not straight to Kamparas. "I don't get it, if we're working to avoid detection, why not jump as close as we can to Kamparas and sneak in from there?" She asked.

"It's complicated." Orev responded from behind her. He turned slightly away from his screen and motioned out into the void. "Lot of politics involved. Both Kidiet Olgo and Kamparas are in Borleian Dominion space, which in turn is part of the Imperial Remnant. Kamparas is a full on member world of the Dominion, it was an Imperial held planet before Endor. It's far more closely guarded and monitored. Olgo on the other hand, is and always has been an lawless world. It's in Dominion space, but it's an autonomous world and keeps to itself. There's only a small sector border force patrolling this area." He paused to check back into his station, then continued. "In order to make landfall on Kamparas, we'll need proper codes and clearance to pass through its Planetary Defense Fleet. Codes we'll need to procure while on Kidiet Olgo."

Nova was a bit crestfallen. She had hoped their trip to Kamparas would have just been a simple in and out. She didn't quite know how dangerous the Imperial Remnant was. The war had long since died down to smoldering embers. Whatever was left of the old Empire seemed to prefer warring amongst themselves rather than with the Republic. Anyone else who didn't stick around after the Emperor had died had traveled into the Unknown Regions to become part of the First Order. What little she knew about the Empire she got from history books, anything else she learned from Luke.

"The Empire branded the Jedi traitors during the Civil War," she said quietly, after a moment of silence. Then she turned to Orev. "They're probably not going to be too happy to see me, are they?"

The freighter had officially entered the nebula by this point, and the cockpit's interior was bathed in an ethereal pink hue. Orev considered Nova's question for a moment, then nodded. "A lot of misconceptions about the Remnant out there... They are definitely not the Empire of old. Each Faction is different, some more progressive than others. The Dominion, for example, has shunned the old Empire's prejudice against both females and nonhumans. But it's safe to say that wherever the Imperial crest reigns, there will ultimately be some stalwart holdouts of the bygone era." He and Nova adjusted slightly in their seats as the artificial gravity compensator struggled to keep up with a particularly abrupt course change that SlackJaw had made. "Caution ought be the watchword as long as we're in the sector, no flashing that glowrod of yours unless it's absolutely necessary, yeah?"

Nova had a sullen look on her face. It was starting to feel like no matter where she went in the galaxy it felt like there were potential enemies waiting for her. Is this what it means to be a Jedi? Luke may have glossed over a few things when he offered her the chance. Guardians of peace and order in the galaxy has a nice ring to it, but Nova never fully understood what that meant. Now she was on a quest to stop her fellow students from unleashing a dark and terrible power on the galaxy. It was just so much for her to bear on her tiny shoulders.
"So what's the plan," she asked, shifting gears somewhat. "For when we land, I mean."

The ship spun up on its horizontal axis and banked around a particularly dense cloud of stellar particles, just as Tsivoin ventured into the cockpit area. The teen stopped dead in his tracks and nearly dropped the glass of juice he was carrying. His violet eyes grew to be the size of suns and his skintone went palid. He blinked twice then spun on his heel and scurried back the way he came without uttering a sound.

Orev harumphed a laugh at the kids expense, then turned a watchful eye Nova's way. "Part of that depends on how the boss conversation goes with the doc." He started. "We'll be shopping for medical supplies, or medical services... maybe both. We have a place here, like Tailring back on Dosuun. Granite Hawk. We'll restock and resupply there put out the feelers regarding passage codes that'll get us to Kamparas. Kidiet Olgo is a lawless place, a lot like Ord Mantell but shinier, more... exotic. Shouldn't take us long to find what we need."

Nova's eyes trailed after Tsivoin's retreating form. She would have thought after being on a ship for this long he would have overcome his fears of space, but she guessed she was wrong. "About that," she said quietly turning back to look at Orev. There was a look of uncertainty in her eyes. "Are we sure we can trust her? Even if she's back to normal what if it happens again? Hell, we don't even know what caused it to happen in the first place. What if someone just happens to say the wrong thing and she snaps?"

"Mmm. Trust is a fickle mistress, isn't it?" The Duros spoke. "Honestly kid, I really don't know. There's only one way to find out, otherwise we're just left to assume the worst about her, write her off and move on. I've known Vague for a long time, been through a lot with him. He's a lot of things, but unfair isn't one of them."

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Vague watched the range of emotions wash over Micaiah and he winced a bit. He could understand her perspective, but he hoped she could at least acknowledge his own. Not that either of them could kid themselves into thinking he'd stand a chance at subduing her in his current state. The pair entered the med bay and Vague took a moment to glance at the monitors keeping track of Masilda's status before he made his way straight to the second gurney in the bay.

Since he'd just woken back up a bit earlier, the gurney was still half covered by his now dried blood from before. He carefully pushed himself up on the side of the gurney with his good hand and sat there facing Micaiah, watching her keenly but trying to show that his attention was not negative or hostile.

Micaiah's examination of Vague's injuries was thorough but short. Vague couldn't be sure but she seemed rather pleased with the work Rossi had done. As she was replacing his bandages she commented on that.

"I might have to have Rossi replace you as my assistant," she said with a half smile. The joke was meant to lighten the mood but her heart wasn't in it so it came off as a bit awkward.

She stepped off to the side a bit and picked up a datapad. Her hands worked the keys with surprising speed and after a moment she turned and handed the pad to Vague.

"This is everything I'll need," she said and as he took the pad from her and prepared to leave she stopped him with a gentle touch on his arm. "Have someone else do it. You need to rest," she told him. Her concern for his wellbeing showing plainly on her face.

His dark brown eyes looked down at Micaiah's hand on his arm and lingered there for several seconds, then his gaze traveled up to meet hers. His brows furrowed a bit as he studied the concerned expression on her face and he offered her a slight nod of his head. "I'll see what I can do." He replied noncommittally.

There was a slight pause as he stood... a darkness washed over his expression as he considered whether or not he needed to explain her situation to her. Ultimately, he decided to offer her the benefit of the doubt. "We should make planetfall in a few hours." He spoke over his shoulder as he limped his way towards the hatch.

"You're not going to chain me up again," she called after him before he could leave the room.

Vague stopped dead in his tracks and turned to look at her. "Is there a need to," he asked.

"I'm dangerous, Vague, you know that," she told him. "I know you don't want to leave me with your crew unsupervised. I also know you can't turn your back on me. You're afraid I might stick a knife in it at any moment."

She held her wrists out toward him. "Chain me up here, if you must. Just... Don't take me back to the cargo hold."

He sighed, and stepped forward, closing his good hand around both of Micaiah's slender wrists. "Mic, if I put you back in chains now -" He paused and glanced behind him at the rest of the ship, then turned his eyes back onto her. "They will never be able to trust you again. I'm not ignoring what happened back there, but I'm also not pretending to understand it, okay? We'll have that conversation when we need to. But for now, you may see it as easier if everyone hates or fears you, that's your decision to make. I won't be party to it. What I know, is you had every opportunity to open my throat from ear to ear and you didn't. Right now, that's enough for me."

Micaiah was a little relieved that Vague wasn't going to chain her up again, but she knew her situation was much more complex than he made it seem. Chains or not, the rest of the crew wasn't going to be able to trust her for a while. "I don't want them to hate me, or fear me," she said quietly, diverting her eyes away from him. "I ran away and became a doctor because I wanted to help people. I've always wanted to help people. Whatever I am... Whatever they made me. I wish I could make it go away."

She stared down at her hands, realizing that Vague's grasp on her wrists had lingered the entire time she'd been talking. Almost instantly her cheeks flushed bright red and she pulled her arms back involuntarily. At the same time Vague also noticed the awkwardness and withdrew his hand, reaching up to scratch the back of his head sheepishly.

"Um, I have some work I need to do," Micaiah added quickly to cover up her embarrassment. "After the bracelet is destroyed I'll need to update your facilities here. They're adequate, but they could be better. We'll start with everything on the list I gave you."

"Right." Vague replied, his voice an octave lower than normal. Just then the ship's compensator seemed to blip, SlackJaw must've been pressing his luck navigating the nebula. The pair were shifted off balance and instinctively reached out to the nearest solid object to steady themselves which awkwardly enough was each other. Just as quickly as they realized that fact, they disengaged and stepped quickly apart. "I'll uh- Leave you to it then. Better go see what EssJay's playing at up at the controls." Vague said and quickly retreated from the bay.
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Re: Star Wars: Remember Tomorrow

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Nova had a lot to think about after her talk with Orev. The Duros was right, they couldn't just write her off completely. That wouldn't be very Jedi-like of her to do so. Still, just knowing the doctor was on the ship made her extremely nervous. Micaiah had disabled her arm and leg with such ease, Nova had never seen anything like it before. All of a sudden she found herself completely helpless and at the mercy of the Sylarian. Even without the Force the woman went toe to toe with a Jedi and won. It was only a small comfort that she wasn't actually trying to kill Micaiah. Even if she had been the fight was over so quickly she barely had time to process. Even more frightening than that was her cold, dead eyes. Completely devoid of any emotion. It was like she was a machine. A living, biological machine.

She felt a cold shudder run down her spine as she thought about it. She was so distracted by her thoughts she barely took notice that the ship had landed. Orev and EssJay had clambered out of their seats and when Orev saw that Nova hadn't moved he gently set a hand down on her shoulder, startling her slightly.

"Sorry," he apologized, "but we're here."

Nova looked up at him then out the viewport at the hangar they landed in. "Um, right. Of course," she said sheepishly. She got up then followed them back down to the commons room where Vague was waiting with instructions. He seemed a little put off by something and for a moment Nova wondered if it had something to do with Micaiah. "Everything alright, Boss," she asked.

Vague turned to look at Nova and the hard edges of his expression softened somewhat. He offered her a somewhat distracted smile and nodded his head. "Relatively." He replied to her question, taking his eyes away from her too look around the main hold of the Bedlam. Nova was granted a rare opportunity to peak underneath the Captain's usually stoic exterior as he tiredly took stock of the setbacks they'd all survived through recently. "What uh, what about you?"

Nova had a brief flashback to her interrogation at the hands of Ben Solo. She was still trying to process the reality of his betrayal. Master Luke attacked him?! The very thought of it seemed improbable.

"I'll, um. I'll have to get back to you on that."

The brief pause and the twist in her expression reminded Vague that he had yet to debrief with the rest of the crew following their captivity. Surely he and Micaiah weren't the only ones who had been questioned. Durin nodded and rested his good hand on her shoulder briefly. "Do that." He instructed, then leaned a bit closer and lowered his voice. "Also - This place is a hotbed for the slave trade. Keep an eye on the k... say where is Tsiv?" He had trailed off towards the end as he finally noticed the conspicuous absence of Nova's shadow.

Nova looked around. She hadn't even noticed Tsivoin was gone. She'd been so distracted since everything that happened while escaping the First Order that she barely took notice of him, even while he was in the room. Almost instantly she felt somewhat guilty for that. He probably took her aloofness the wrong way. It wasn't his fault, she just had a lot to think about.

"I'll go find him," Nova answered finally, but before she could leave to go look for him the door to the medbay opened.

"No need," Micaiah said as she and Tsivoin entered the room. "He was just visiting Masilda."

It wasn't exactly an outright lie, but a slight altering of the truth. On top of that she failed to mention the fact she found him inside a crawlspace in the medbay. She wasn't quite sure why Tsivoin had taken such an interest in her all of a sudden, but she could feel his uncertainty emanating from him like waves on the ocean. He was still struggling with his place on the crew.

As Micaiah joined the others in the common room she could feel a shift in the air. Suddenly the room had become very tense and everyone aside from Vague and Tsivoin were watching her very carefully. Micaiah tried not to let her disappointment show on her face but her shoulders slumped and she hesitated before stepping closer.

"Anyway, I just need some supplies from my room," she lied as she tried to uncharacteristically hurry from the room.

Vague watched the pair carefully, and raised an eyebrow slightly as he took in the vibe. "Why don't you give her a hand, kid." he suggested, holding his good hand down by his side, open and palm facing Nova to forestall any objection she might have had.

Once Tsiv had agreed and followed along behind Micaiah, the Captain turned back to Nova and lowered his voice again. "I want you and Rossi to head out and gather what we need. Orev and SlackJaw have work to do on the ship and I'll be meeting with some contacts. I can conjure up a reason to keep the kid on the ship if you think the slavers will be a problem, or he can tag along with you. Your call."

Nova's eyes trailed after Tsivoin's retreating form. Even without the Force she could tell the doctor wasn't telling them something. Something was wrong with Tsivoin and she felt a bit hurt that he decided to confide in the doctor first before her. She was his mentor after all.

"No, that's fine," she said finally, turning back to look at Vague. "Tsivoin should stay on the ship."

Durin nodded without hesitation. “Understood.” He replied, then opened his posture towards the rest of the crew and doled out the assignments. Orev, Tsivoin, and SlackJaw would remain at Granite Hawk making repairs and resupplying the ship. Rossi and Nova would take the landspeeder into the nearby spaceport city to pick up the supplies they needed. Vague would hitch a ride with them on the way to his meeting.
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Re: Star Wars: Remember Tomorrow

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Kidiet Olgo was perhaps the seediest place Nova had found herself to date. As she and Rossi wandered the crowded marketplace her eyes were darting this way and that, taking in the various sights, sounds and smells that surrounded them. Vendors lining either side of the market were selling a variety of goods, from precious gems to alien cuisine, some of which actually smelled pretty good. Of course, that was just what she saw on the surface. The seedy underbelly of Kidiet Olgo made itself known in the shadows of darkened alleys. A drug deal here, a slaver there. It was probably for the best that they left Tsivoin back on the ship. Nova wasn't entirely sure how he would react to seeing young slaves carted off to work in some spice mine on Kessel or something.

"This way," Rossi said, gently tugging on the sleeve of Nova's jacket so has not to lose track of her in the crowd. "We should be able to get most of what we need from a vendor we know."

Nova simply nodded absently, unaware and indifferent to whether Rossi could see it or not. She followed the Kessurian down a side street in the direction she indicated and as they walked she found herself unable to shake this nagging feeling. Someone had taken a curious interest in them, specifically her. She only caught glimpses of him through the crowd but she thought she saw a young Rodian looking in their direction while talking on a communicator. The second time she saw him was the last, a woman dressed in extravagant clothing clad in bright vibrant colors passed between them and that was the last Nova saw of him.

The vendor Rossi referred to was actually quite successful enough to own a storefront. He was outside in front of the building setting up a display when Rossi and Nova approached. "Rossi, long time no see," he said when he finally looked up and saw her.

"Boswick, it's so good to see you," Rossi told him as she stepped in close for a hug. The two held each other for a moment then the man Rossi identified as Boswick stepped back, turning his gaze to Nova.

"And who's this," he asked.

"Just a stowaway," Rossi told him with a half smile, "but we've gotten pretty attached to her."

"Well then," Boswick answered, stretching his arms wide and then pulling Nova in for an unexpected hug. "Any friend of Vague Durin is a friend of mine."

"Um, thank you," Nova answered awkwardly as he patted her gently on the back.

Finally Boswick pulled away from her and stepped back. "So what can I do you for today?"

"We've got a list of supplies we need," Rossi told him, then she handed him the datapad, "Here."

Boswick looked it over carefully and nodded. "Yea, I could get you most of this stuff," he said, "but we're running pretty low on bacta here. Some Red Key thugs set up shop here recently and began buying up every bit of bacta they could get their hands on. They're creating an artificial shortage so they can purposefully raise the price and they're coercing good honest merchants into selling at a significant discount. Nearly ruined my business a few weeks back."

Nova glanced at Rossi then tilted her head slightly to motion for an aside. Rossi gave her a curious look then turned to Boswick. "Excuse us," she said. She followed Nova a few paces away and in a hushed tone she asked, "What is it?"

"Red Key," Nova explained, "I've heard that name before. They came to Canto Bight looking for Tsiv and we had a bit of a dust-up. Long story short they saw me with him."

Rossi sighed. This job was already complicated enough. Micaiah needed bacta to treat Vague and currently there was none available to buy. At least not here. If what Boswick said was true then the only ones selling bacta on Kidiet Olgo were the Red Key Raiders and they were selling at inflated prices. Money was tight at the moment after their last job ended in failure. They weren't going to be able to afford the bacta they needed at anything above the normal market price. "We need to talk to Vague," Rossi told her, "but for now, at least, we can still get everything else."

Nova nodded, but her attention was elsewhere. That nagging feeling was back again only this time it was stronger. She couldn't quite see who it was but it felt like someone was watching them. "Make it fast," Nova said finally, "I have a really bad feeling about this."

Rossi simply turned and headed back over to Boswick. The two of them quietly conversed before heading into the store to get the supplies they needed. Nova, meanwhile, was too distracted to hear what they were saying. At various points in the marketplace around them she could see one, two, maybe three hooded beings keeping an eye on her. One of them turned his body just enough for his robe to swing open and reveal the handle of the repeating blaster he had concealed underneath. Nova was about to turn and head into the shop to warn Rossi when someone pushed her from behind.

"Hey," she cried, catching sight of a young child racing off down the street holding something that clearly did not belong to him.

Nova's hands instinctively went to the small of her back where she felt around for a moment and found nothing. In a rising panic she realized the kid had taken her lightsaber. Ignoring for the moment the irony in having the same thing happen to her as what she did to Luke Skywalker on Vorzyd V she raced after the boy. "Hey, Kid, stop," she called after him.

The boy rounded a corner and headed down an alleyway. Nova barely caught sight of him as he slipped between two passersby. She practically slid to one side as she raced around the corner at full speed. The boy was just ahead of her now, a little bit further and she could reach out and grab him. He turned a corner again and Nova followed him. As soon as she turned the corner, however, she immediately skidded to a halt. A small band of thugs were waiting for her with blasters drawn. The boy who took her lightsaber ran up to one of them and handed the weapon to him, then he pushed past the group and kept on going.

"'Allo, Love," the man said as he idly twisted her lightsaber in between his fingers, "Fancy meetin' you again. You don't happen to have your little friend with ya, do you?"

Nova grinded her teeth in frustration as she counted the number of thugs with guns. Six, seven--no eight, she thought to herself.

"Well, go on and speak then, will ya," the leader said impatiently, "We ain't got all day."

"Tsivoin isn't here," she lied, "I split up with him after Cantonica. Little brat was weighing me down so I sent him on his way."

The man smiled a toothy smile at her and shook his head. "See, I know you're lying, Love. Seen you and your friends pulling that job back on the Wanderlust. Heard the whole thing went to hell in a handbasket, made the news even. Guess who I saw there with ya?"

Nova swore under her breath but tried to keep her cool. "Look, you don't have to do this. Just walk away now and you won't get hurt."

The man's smile turned into a devilish grin. "Try it," he told her.

Nova reached out one hand to pull her lightsaber to her, but the second her arm moved eight fingers squeezed eight triggers. The stun blasts were faster than her reflexes and all eight shots struck Nova all at once. As she fell limply to the ground the lead thug frowned at her. "This could have been a lot easier for you, Love," he muttered under his breath. Then he half-turned to look at his men. "You three take her back to the hideout and make sure she's bound up nice and tight. And you," he said, pointing at a massive Devaronian. "She was here with someone else back at the merchant. See to it her friend gets the message. The rat and our money for the girl. Can you handle that?"

The Devaronian nodded and hurried back the way Nova had come. Meanwhile, the Red Key thugs were busy lifting Nova up off the ground...
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