Jaina Nyriss

‘There has never in the history of the galaxy been such a period of peace and balance in the force. We are the guardians of that balance, and under our care, the force grows strong in its restfulness. Swelling in huge currents which I can feel coursing through everything. It heals its wounds and holes after millennia of being ripped and torn in all directions. I have felt the grounds of Malachor 5 and even Korriban and Dantoine growing and healing. But in this, the golden age balance comes also our greatest risk, for if one were to truly harness and seek to utilise this new, strong and whole force, a truly devastating thing it could become; and so our duty has never been so important in the history of our order.’

K half slips on an empty packet of galaxy wafer, just manages to catch himself only to let out a cry of disgust as he finds his foot half stuck to the floor with space gum. "Annoyed statement:That is the last straw master Jaina, I shall not suffer this indignity any longer. Conclusion: Next stop I am hiring a cleaner to look after this ship, some incompetent meatbag no doubt." Jaina shrugs biting her nails. "We are approaching the pick up. You can hire who you like, meatbag or otherwise." K sighs, an odd noise coming from a droid. "Nostalgic musing: Things were so much easier when droid slavery was permitted." Jaina's eyes close. "Something isn't right. I sense a huge pull on the force, a major current. Something drew from it heavily. A brief brilliant flash and then silence. The stream is unsettled here still finding a level after the event, it may have been days ago." She stands "If there was a force user here they are probably long gone by now, but we can't ignore this. Leslie, check the holonet, I want news of any disturbances or unusual occurences locally to our pickup zone within the last two weeks."

Jaina's fingers twitched. "Query: Do you wish me to terminate this meatbag master?" The Hutt's guards already had guns in hand and leveled at them, but Jaina had little doubt that K would still shoot first at the slightest hint of consent. "Don't screw with me Nadar, I held up my end, no issues. Now where is the salvage?" The Hutt is silent for several seconds before letting out his deep rumbling hut laugh "Have I ever failed to keep my word to you?". Gesturing his guards to lower their weapons, he hands Jaina a data chip. "Good luck Nyriss" She felt his eyes runnning all over her as she left the room. "Frustrated statement: I don't understand why you suffer that meatbag to live master." "He's reliable money; stop calling me master, we don't want to be overheard." "Confirmation: As you command, meatbag." She sighed, she had been around in circles with this enough times to know she couldn't win.

Jaina jerks awake from her doze as the ship suddenly leaps out of the hyperspace lane. There was always a worry that the drive had just broken. Checking the computer she confirms they were at their destination. K was already at the sensors looking for their prize. The scene out of the window was not reassuring, vast emptiness spotted with the occassional asteroid. "Confused statement: I found a ship master, but its emitting a distress signal. Conclusion: This is probably not the right ship, the meatbag's rewards are never manned. Query: Should we ignore it and keep looking, or extort them for aid. Warning: It may be a trap. " Jaina pulls her feet off the desk and its up straight. Thinking a moment. "Make a loop around, no direct approach. Psycho, man the guns and keep a look out. Leslie, try to reach them on the coms."

Psycho's tattoos glow with a soft red light in the darkness behind the cockpit. "The guns? Yeah, good thinking. The meatbag's rewards aren't usually manned, so we hull this one and it won't be either. Nice and simple." The glow fades as she leaves the cockpit. A few seconds later, there's a crackle on the comms as she hooks into the turret's intercom. "Ready to start slugging, just say the word."

Uɴɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪғɪᴇᴅ sʜɪᴘ. Aʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴇss? I ᴀᴍ ғᴜʟʟʏ ᴄᴀᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅɪɴɢ ʀᴇʟɪᴇғ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴇss. Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ᴘɪʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴘ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʙᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴀᴍ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴄᴀᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴋɪɴᴅs ᴏғ "ʀᴇʟɪᴇғ."

The message rebroadcasts for a third time. No response. Jaina chews a nail, considering the options, but K interrupts her. "Assessment: There are no signs of any ships in the area, and not many places to hide. Conclusion: This is a genuine distress call. Master I advise we blast their hull and I board to look for salvage." Jaina considers him for a moment, she knew the advice was sensible for once, but she couldnt help but remember that itching tug on the force. "Maybe they all died, nobody responded to the comms. I'd rather stay quiet. Check for lifesigns. Then make ready to board" Jaina grabs a demolition bag and her weapons. "Psycho, you've got point, ready in 2 minutes."

"Fuck, really? I'm all ready to blast this fucker up here... you ask me, the robot's the smart one on this ship." Psycho's voice crackles through the intercom with a twinge of disappointment. 20 seconds later she shows up at the main airlock - there's no need for her to get ready, as she habitually carries her Sternmeyer SMG21 with her at all times anyway.

Jaina winces under her helmet, she knows her companions are right, but she can't help this nagging feeling. Some disturbance in the force which she needed to get to the bottom of. "K, you know the drill, see if you can get us in." "Philosophical musing: Never a day goes by when I am not reminded of the inadequacy of you meatbags. Your reliance on oxygen is just one of your many inferiorites." The Blackfish pulls close alongside the docking hatch of the scrap ship, and K jumps from the side of the ship on a rope. His plasma cutter makes short work of the larger docking gate and soon he disappears from sight into the hole he made. Now its just a waiting game.

As K speaks, Jaina feels something brush over her with the force. Not a tug of heavy use, but the kind of connection she would often feel back at home with the other priestesses when they would hunt together. "K we are alongside, prepare for docking. And be careful, I think you may have company."

I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴜʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ sʏsᴛᴇᴍs. *bing bong* Eᴍᴘʟᴏʏᴇᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ: Iᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ɪɴᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴀʀᴍs ғɪʀᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sʜɪᴘ.

The cofferdam from the frigate locks onto the Blackfish's undercarriage smoothly. There's a whoosh as the structure fills with air and the ramp lowers to allow transit to the other ship.

"Oh, you bad boy... starting without me" whispers Psycho with a ferocious grin as she sees K open fire on the J drone. As she runs towards the cofferdam, cybernetic feet clanking on the metal floor, she pulls a battered sPod from her belt and selects some sweet electronic tunes. She cranks the volume up to max and sticks the earbud in her ear as she crosses the cofferdam into

Cᴀᴜᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴅᴏᴏʀs ᴏᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ. Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴsᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀɢɢᴀɢᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛɪᴍᴇs. Tʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ Cᴏʀᴇ Gᴀʟᴀxʏ Sʏsᴛᴇᴍs.