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SPECIAL FORCES
 
Round 4
 
[GM Note] Just in case anyone is confused as to the physical layout:  the Lightwing is fully enclosed in a docking bay.  Some 15 meters away from the stern of the Lightwing are the bay's cargo doors.  DT and the cab are just outside that entrance.  There is a personnell entrance / exit 10 meters from the bridge of the Lightwing.  The ship itself came into the bay through the overhead hangar doors, which are currently closed.

Star Wars Special Forces, Round 4.6
Lazerian IV, Hgarik Docking Facility, 6:05 am Monday
Cargo Doors, Docking Bay 5

[GM]  DT notices a woman walking up the alley, carrying a databoard and speaking into a commlink.

[DT]  "Sh*t!" The Celonese tech thought to herself.  "That bribe didn't last very long at ALL!  Jeez, what a gyp!  Okay, okay - just be cool.  Nothing wrong here, occifer, no sir."

DT leans casually into the open window on the driver's side of the grav-cab and whispers to her Rodian friend.  "Stay calm, I'll handle it." Then, she raises her voice to a more casual level, making sure that she is audible to the woman approaching.  "Are you sure?  We didn't order anything. Do you have a manifest?"  DT rolls her eyes to the cab driver indicating that he should play along.

[GM]  The Rhodian cab driver, Jymmig Natowski, looks up at DT and whispers, "Oki dok."  Then he shouts at the top of his reptillian lungs,  "I've got two fists right here, girlie, an' I'll show ya both of 'em if ya don't co-op-er-ate!"

[Wei Ping] Having recognized DT and the cab from yesterday, Wei Ping surpresses a smile at DT’s obvious ploy to appear innocent for her benefit. Straigtening her tunic she moves up to the door and waits patiently for a response from her hail. She stands where she can keep tabs on DT and the Rodian in the cab out of the corner of her eye. She does not feel they are a threat to anyone's security.

Wei Ping lifts her clipboard up as if to examine its contents and adjusts the angle so that she can see behind her in the well polished surface of the metal clip. The clipboard is archaic-looking but serves its purpose.

[GM]  John "Bif" Ford moves through the Lightwing toward the rear exit, and is greeted by Aeon, who tells him that his droid has detected someone outside with a ship's laser.  Bif is heading out to open the cargo doors,  which he can reach at the end of this Round.

[Bif] Biff is alarmed by Aeon's news of a ships laser. "Shit".  When  he clears the Lightwing he heads for the Cargo Doors at a dead run. When he gets there he hits the open switch.

[Aeon]  Aeon watches out of the rear hatch of the lightwing as John Ford speeds across the deck.

[GM]  The cargo doors hiss ponderously as they slide into the thick duracrete walls of Docking Bay 5.

Wei Ping, ever alert, immediately recognizes "John Ford," and sees behind him, berthed in the hangar bay, the indomitable (some say indestructable) Skipray Blastboat called the Lightwing.  There just might be someone lurking at the rear hatch....

[GM] Biff, standing just inside the doors, is surprised to see Wei Ping Colter standing just outside.  He also recognizes Wei Ping, but had not expected to see her again until 8 am today at the Lazerian shipyards, the time and place
arranged to claim the L4 Transport on which  Colter has been serving as First Mate.  Behind Wei Ping is that irrepressible (some say irresponsible) tech, DT, and her cab of doom.  The Rhodian cabbie seems to be yelling something at her.

DT, for her part, barely hears the groaning of the cargo doors over the roar of the Rhodian.  She glances toward the docking bay, but the short woman with the databoard is somehow tall enough to block DT's view of whoever it was that opened the hatch.

[GM OOC: No, DT doesn't recognize Wei Ping yet either.  She has a talent for rolling a "1" on the wild die for perception rolls this round. :)  Guess it's all that distracting Rhodian racket.]
 


 

Star Wars Special Forces, Round 4.6
Lazerian IV, Hgarik Docking Facility, 6:05 am Monday
Aboard the Lightwing

[GM]  As Sha-Ahree monitors DT, another comm signal comes in to the Lightwing.  "This is Wei Ping Colter calling John Ford."  Sha doesn't need his warriors senses to tell him that no one else is answering the hail.

The BT-P8H droid, Betty, nears Sha.  The black-and-white protocol(?) unit looks at the screen, then at the Barabel.  "Master Sha-Ahree, do you require assistance?"
 
[GM]  Despite the comm traffic, Joan Blackhawk is able to slip back into her meditative state.  As soon as she does, she feels someone reaching for her through the Force.  Immediately, she recognizes the contact as that of Are Miklat, and the words, "Bring me back."

[Blackhawk]  Joan's dark eyes fly open though she continues to stare into space.  Her lips part and she breathlessly speaks, "Are." The ship's master begins to move - quickly but still as though in a trance.  She clingg to the tentative Force contact desperately.  Her heart is dragging her up and out of the pilot's flight seat, but she can't just abandon her post.  With a decisive gesture, Joan throws open the Lightwing's general intercom.

"Bothiss, R4.  Report to the cockpit immediately!"  While Joan's words are harsh and commanding, there is something almost pleading in her voice.

[GM]  The answer comes almost at once over the ship's comm.  "Bothiss hears, Shipsmaster.   Bothiss will come."  A series of beeps and whistles in the background signals that the trusty R4 droid is ready as well.  "Yes, you too, droid, come with Bothis."  The comm clicks off.

[Blackhawk]  As she waits, Joan stands, eyes still fixed on nowhere and nothing, and calls out through the Force.  She shapes her "voice" as though it were a raptor's call to its mate.  The turned Jedi flavors that call with the pure light she had so briefly glimpsed - just the once - in the training hall at House Harkenon.  And she casts her call out into the darkness, guided only by the bond between herself and Are.

[GM]  In the timeless place and the placeless time where dwells the spirit of Are Miklot, a keening cry reaches the Batellian's perceptions.

Are looks at the figure that he holds in his hand, and he sees not Joan Blackhawk, but the Haka'naar, mythical bird of Velani legend.  He begins to feel the breeze of beating wings on his face, and smells the open sky.

Next to Are, Vann's frown shifts to something else, an expression that is to a smile what a burn is to a caress.  "If you insist on bringing your toys, by all means, they may join us," he says.  Quick as a serpent, the Machshayfa's left hand snakes out and clamps on Are's.  A pulse of deep sapphire energy flows out of the swirling vortex, up Vann's right arm, through his body.  It pierces Are's skin where the sorceror's fingers grip Are like fangs.  "After all, not all sacrifices are willing, are they... son of Aaron?"

Vann's words bite into Are's mind like venomous teeth.  The sapphire energy rushes through Are like a raging tide, quickly pulsing to Are's left hand where he holds the talisman of... Joan?  Haka'naar? ...where it flares into a blinding cobalt spray.

Aboard the Lightwing, Joan Blackhawk feels needles of pain stab her consciousness; an agony that recalls her Dark Master, yet is utterly different.  She has found her wing-mate, but that touch is smothered by the grasp of another.

In the minds of both Jedi, Batellian and Imperial, the Machshayfa's words form:

"Shadow-Terror, you hold no fear for me.  For I swim the waters beyond darkness, and they are mine to command."
 

 
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