Lake Country

Raven hesitated in the water, closing her eyes and feeling the life force of those out in the lake blink out of existence. There was absolutely a struggle- and obviously a much bigger story going on, but it didn't mean she had to like it. Opening her eyes again, she continued on toward shore- but really felt like she didn't want to leave the lake. An overwhelming rage flowed from none other than Loki- standing on the shore, waiting on them to arrive. For a moment, Alora felt like he'd pounce on them and rip them apart as they struggled out of the water- but she knew better. This whole experience had made her slightly paranoid, and her over active imagination didn't help matters either.

She did- however, steer herself a little wide, so that she might walk up on shore at just some small distance to the left of the large Zabrak. He looked awful- robes still hardly clinging to their owner, smoking. His skin more black than red now. His cybernetic eye missing, and his face twisted in anger. But she did not feel that anger turned toward her, and for that she was grateful. She didn't look in top form either. Dripping wet- the Jedi's left arm dangled by her side, useless- a few of the fingers crushed and exposed wires. Her shirt- which had seen the edge of the lightwhip, now draped precariously over only one shoulder, exposing the long burn mark across her chest. It didn't hurt anymore, but she'd have to actually focus on it and heal it if she didn't want it to scar. What bothered her the most though, was her exposed shoulder- containing a fraction of the ever growing mark Legion had left on her. Inwardly, she hoped no one would ask questions about the odd runic markings.
Jerking her head back, she tossed the mat of wet brown hair from her face, revealing tired eyes- as her mind fought to retreat from the baronage of emotions, thankfully dying down around her- well except Loki's.

She did not speak to the Zabrak, not yet- as she turned toward the lake and watched as Adi swam Sinina back into shore. Then a voice behind her made the Jedi jump, and she turned her face around- then up at the somewhat familiar voice. Gregory? She asked, somewhat out of breath as she blinked in confusion. Uh.... I um, think I have something that belongs to you.. She held up the limp cat droid and frowned curiously. But I'll hold on to it... can you help Sinina, get inside, to her room please?
She asked, glancing out into the lake. The poor Echami woman looked like she'd had much better days. Alora would probably go see to her very soon, after she made sure Loki wouldn't murder Adieumus, right after Raven had agreed to engage in social relations with him.
That would be depressing.





Deep within the unflooded bowls of the ship Jashin now found himself..unconscious in- a skittering sound echoed. Obviously no one else heard it, and that was perfectly fine because the person making the sound really just wanted to get out, before the whole ship flooded with water and he drown.
The Kobok's clawed feet never served him well on metallic surfaces, and what with the ship tilted at such an odd angle, he found it difficult to even move properly. More than once, the spindly insectoid creature stumbled to the ground, flailed- then regained his shaky composure.
Pisces chittered in annoyance at himself, as he finally managed to make it near the bridge. He'd have to pass it in order to get to the back of the ship- where he sensed the opening was.
What had hit them anyways?
As he skittered past the opened door to the bridge, his third eye picked up the oddity and slowly, the yellow insectoid stopped, and turned his head- noticing the dead Nickto scattered here and there- and then, another presence. He saw warmth from him, so he knew the man wasn't dead- which prompted the Kobok to attempt to continue on his way. He was, after all- unarmed for now. No need in waking someone who might be dangerous.

Consciousness slowly came flooding back in the form of a dull ache and a pervasive cold. With a groan and a wince, Jashin Quire opened his eyes, the dull gray of the ships halls and the muted tones of consoles greeting him. Moving unsteadily, he winced as the pain in his gut and shoulder protested sharply, prompting him to check his wounds; he had nothing to fear, though, as a cursory glance showed that they were nearly two thirds of the way healed. By his estimation, he had been asleep for nearly an hour - probably just a little under based on his wounds. Slowly rising to his feet, collecting his weapons and holstering them appropriately, Jashin weakly leaned against the cockpit entryway. A skittering sound from behind had him turning on unsteady feet, a hand slapping first against his thigh, then against the butt of his blaster as he drew the weapon shakily. Peering through the ship, he couldn't make out where the sound had come from...nor did he care to find out. At least, not right now.

He had more pressing concerns right now.

Holstering the blaster, Jashin walked over to the pilot's chair, and took a seat. Keying up several consoles (more than one needing a firm hand and the occasional abusive slap to get them up and running) he eventually brought up ships systems and diagnostics. An outline of the ship, a simple diagram of internal systems - all of which was colored red, with red symbols where one definitely wanted green. "Ok...lot of red. I get the idea. Water is bad. Let's see if we can get a little more helpful information." A few more taps, several more diagrams. Apparently it was a second generation YKL-37R Nova Courier. One of Gallofree Yards last ditch efforts to get themselves out of bankruptcy, the ship got a lot of flack for belonging to a failing company. Jashin knew for a fact, though, that they were supremely reliable - designed specifically so that they could be repaired with light tools, the ships were notorious for packing a heavy punch while being speedy and maneuverable enough to lose imperial patrols, even if it meant going into asteroid fields. They were a favorite of smugglers and pirates, and a huge number of the ships fell into Rebellion hands where they became favored for their flexibility. "Alright, color me impressed, eh...'Sable Sabre' is it?" Said Jashin, taking a moment to pull up the ship's name. "You're in luck though sweetheart, I'm not seeing anyone right now. In fact, my last one kind of...exploded. I think you might be familiar with that incident. So...let's call this a mutual partnership. I save you from drowning. You save me from being stuck on this planet. After all, somehow I doubt that Adi fellow is going to be dowsing me in credits and offering me chilled wine in a decanter." Jashin snickered to himself, going over ships systems idly. This second generation Nova Courier was very similar to the first, though with a few differences. First was that it was a little less rotund - a little more flattened and streamlined, with a little more cargo capacity - twenty or thirty tons - as a result. Secondly, and most prominent, was that it lacked the starboard sensor pod and strut, retaining only the port cockpit pod in this configuration. It was a little rough around the edges: pirates had mucked up the power distribution net and installed some odd hardware to the shield generators (which Jashin strongly suspected was the reason for the shield failure). But, in all...

"I'm in love." Said Jashin with a sigh, reclining in the pilot's seat - HIS seat. After all, this was a genuine pirate ship, with genuine pirate cargo, pirate weapons, and other assorted pirate things. It seemed natural to him that he, a pirate, should claim said vessel in the name of pirates everywhere. With that resolve - the decision that the Sable would be his - came enthusiasm. Excitedly, he began pulling up various displays and diagrams. And, upon only a cursory glance, said enthusiasm was shot out of the air where it landed with a dull *thud* on the nearest hard surface - a hard surface called "reality". "I have horrible taste in ships. Ships and women. Good grief, how am I going to get you out of the water?" Said Jashin, deadpan, banging his head against a nearby bulkhead. "Main reactor is bust. Engines are cold. Repulsorlifts are surprisingly ok - but not enough to lift us out of the water. Auxiliary power is at fifteen percent. Emergency power at full. Only reason we even have emergency power is due to the fact that the system is deliberately decentralized from engineering by way of multiple power cells throughout the ship. Leaving us with our current situation..." Jashin leaned back in his seat, contemplative, drumming his fingers together. He had the beginnings of a plan formulating in his mind, albeit, nothing concrete. The ship was slowly, very slowly, taking on water - things that were normally airtight had a awful tendency to become very un-airtight when you ran them into things at high speeds. Sable was no exception. However, the dilemma here was simply stopping the water, not necessarily getting her out of the lake. Theoretically, if he could get some juice to the repulsors, he could push the ship through the water until he beached the Sable on (more or less) firm ground. This would, at the least, prevent her from taking on any more water than it already had. Pushing himself out of his seat, unholstering his pistol, he hit the ships intercom. "Alright. I know there's something scuttling around on this ship. I'll make you a deal. You help me, and I'll help you. Don't care if you're pirate or whatever. Can't imagine you get paid enough to drown. Mk, Kark'o'sabes?"

Jashin almost put a stream of bolts into the...thing. It's not like he had anything against insectoids, what with their eyes (or lack of) and their gangly limbs. It didn't help that this one was both gangly and had compound eyes (and a third extra one, from what he could tell). Slowly, though, he lowered his blaster, waving at the creature. "Yeah, I won't kill, dismember, or shoot you. And that's Golden Fox. What is it with Zordo and proper names?" Jashin huffed slightly, and shrugged his shoulders, giving up. Walking back to the cockpit, being careful not to turn his back on the creature, he eventually turned back to the being known as Pisces. "Two requirements for us to both part ways more or less amicably. You call me Fox, so I assume you were with the pirates. Or not. Whatever. Find the Captain's cabin, and find the ship's registry. Should look like a datapad, only all fancy like. Bring it to me. After that, you go on top of the ship. Ship is in water. Ship is taking on water. We need to boot the repulsors. You reroute power under dorsal panels A-1 through A-5 to the ventral repulsorbanks. We don't need any repulsor or retrothruster control for the dorsal surface, ok? Shunt it all to ventral. When you're done, I'll float and drag this son of a kark to land, and you get off." Jashin patted his gun at his side meaningfully. "And if you stab me in the back, I'll shoot you in the face. We level karkosabe?"

*Sin held on tightly, once on shore she stood up, grateful for his help to get up, her dress soaked, the coat given to her by Jashin now soaked. She was carrying alot of extra weight around with everything she wore so saturated with water, making walking on her recovering knee even more wearing. She was surprised as Adi's arm went around her waist, but leaned towards him, accepting the help.

She watched and listened to the conversation, trying to peer around Adi to have a view of what was going on at least. She waited for them to mention her, and being taken back to the Villa, She looked at Adi, then Raven and Loki. Then she looked at the stranger. They seemed to trust his story, but she, being the daughter of a Sith Assassin was harder to throw out trust to strangers. She cautiously made her way to the being. It looked like he wanted to pick her up and carry her, and she wanted none of that. She instead laced her arm through his so he could escort her back. She was if anything, as stubborn as her mother, Loki would be able to confirm as such. She waited for Gregory to start off, she took another look at Adi. She couldn't help still having feelings of anger when she looked at him over the happenings of Etti, but she was at the same time very grateful for his help to get to shore. She felt confused. She bites her lip softly and looked back at Raven, she assumed it was just the fact she was an empath, but she felt very trusting of the woman for such a short time. They had fought and held the line together. The Echani in her saw it as an honourable to fight alongside each other and that alone was enough for her.*

Thank for getting me to shore.. Sorry to be an inconvenience..

It came to her quickly that what had occurred her was centered around one individual. She could not see them, could not hear them but as she reached into the Force it came to her quickly that she could sense them. Scarred by the night that consumed her father, rent into a taste of his personal hell by the her mere existence. It made her shudder at the mere contemplation of it, how his father could so quickly cast aside something he had seemed so intent on possessing. She could remember the words she'd exchanged with her father about Anna, about the Seer that could grant her an understanding of the future and the past, but as she remembered them it brought her back to the present; and to the events of the facility on Etti IV. She couldn't understand the man, she was afraid to but knew better than to approach the thoughts with fear alone. And as quickly as she comprehended the thoughts they had vanished along with the pain and sorrow that consumed her mind as the small woman addressed her. A strange woman cloaked in the light, but a woman none the less.

Glancing down at her, eyeing her with darkened but reflecting eyes, she thought on what the woman had said. She was aware of the damage, of the chaos but there was an express understanding in the inflection of the woman's voice that told her there was more. Reaching out with the Force, beyond the yellow beacon that the woman seemed to be, she could feel the night and day that flowed through the Force from each her reach passed. There was Adieumus, the man who had risked his life to save Anna and there was Loki, the beast- no the Zabrak, who had seemingly given up everything for a woman he barely knew. Or so that was the impression that she took away. With those assessments made, and an ignorance of the insignificant insect before the Zabrak, her senses brushed past others. Others she did not know the name of, but that were of significance regardless. A significance she could not distract herself with as she pushed them aside and returned her attention to the woman speaking to her.

”My name is I'vya. You know my father.” She uttered flatly, with a voice devoid of concern, as she stepped past the woman and unfolded her arms to let them fall slack at her sides. Yes, she knew her father, but that very acknowledgement seemed now to be a death sentence. Turning and eyeing Raven, the woman's name as she'd presented it, and watched her carefully. ”That however, does not define me.” Her words final, and her form turning just as quickly, she stepped away from the small woman and made her way towards where she could see where her father's former friend now stood, the Zabrak moved away to deal with what appeared to be a ship that had been floating on the lake. It was hard to look at Adieumus as he was now. Feeling the conflict and confusion that flowed through him even as it was masked by his apparent self confidence. He was an enigma of a man, capable of doing more than others believed him capable. And yet, as she dug through his presence through the Force she could feel that that same confidence was laden with an uncertainty.

"The man you knew, your friend, is gone." She breathed as she turned her eyes to watch the Zabrak go about his business. Menacing and violent as she was coming to know him to be, but with an anger she could feel was driven by the pain felt by the woman now in the attendance of others inside the villa. Gazing once more into the void that stood amidst everything, drawing upon the Force and her surroundings alike she resumed her contemplation of everything that had passed; Everything that could and might be. She was no Seer, but there was much she could learn still from the aftermath. Her father was chaos, but in his wake was design.

"Say what you want about insectoids - they're efficient" Muttered Jashin to himself as Pisces handed him the ship's registry. A datapad with a specialized thumb (or relative digit) reading bioscreen, the datapad served to legally change ownership of the vessel, and recorded prior and future owners by way of said screen - with other pertinent information filled in at time of transfer. The Ship's registry was thus more or less identical to any other Register used in the galaxy - except most Ships registries uploaded their contents periodically via the HoloNet to various legal government organizations. Out on the rim, though, and in the hands of more illegitimate groups, the update function was disabled. You didn't exactly want governments to know who was flying what ship and doing illegal activities, after all. This being so, the Ship's registry functioned as something like a bearer bond; whoever had the registry and had their credentials in it as being "present" owner was the owner of said ship.

Jashin, though, wasn't all too keen on flying said ship around, and getting harassed by planetary authorities.

Walking about the cockpit, he began inspecting the dead with a more critical eye. If he were a betting man (and, let's face it, he was) then he'd bet that that the Captain had stayed behind in the cockpit and let his lackeys done all the dangerous work. He wouldn't have been one of the Nikto that had held his arms down...so perhaps the one who had punched him? Kneeling down next to one of the prostrate bodies, Jashin picked up a hand, and pressed a thumb against the small screen of the datapad. The machine beeped in response, a small line of green light passing up and down the screen - reading the digit - before an affirmative beep unlocked the device. "Thanks buddy. I guess. God you're starting to smell." Walking back to the pilot's chair, taking a seat, Jashin leaned back and propped up his feet on a nearby console. Filling out myriad personal information he set up a ship transfer document, uploaded his own print and biochemical signature, and when all was said and done, hit complete. Only to have the sound of the datapad buzzing in the negative sound throughout the cockpit. Again, Jashin hit complete, again the buzzing sound. Again, and again buzzing. Like some demented buzzer from a late night HoloNet gameshow, the buzzer buzzed. "Son of a kark! Son of a prostituting gone wrong, idiotic, moronic, cleaning dirty shoes with your tongue -" And then the cursing began. Because, the Captain, in a fit of wisdom, had apparently password protected the datapad. Not a long password mind you, about five symbols, but enough that it meant it would be a problem. Registers were notoriously hard to crack, even by veteran slicers, and no doubt a Register owned by a notorious Hutt, leased out to an underling.... "Wait. Nah, he wouldn't be THAT narcissistic. I mean, he owns all the ships, true, and his underlings just have the Registers for ident...he wouldn't...would he?" Slowly, Jashin typed in 'Zordo' into the Register, and the device beeped in the affirmative, carrying out the process of changing ownership. "Gods damn it Zordo." Spluttered Jashin, tossing the datapad over at an empty chair.

And then the ship lurched unexpectedly, making Jashin lose his balance, sending his feet that had been propped up falling to the ground with a *clunk*. A curse on his lips, Jashin's first thought was that Pisces had improperly routed the power (despite the creatures indignant huff that it knew what it was doing) and had inadvertently fired up the repulsors. However, all panels showed red, with no power flowing through ventral surfaces. "Ohhh...oh I don't like this ONE bit." Bringing up external monitors, Jashin surveyed the exterior - and on seeing the giant red Zabrak, complete with red lightsaber, Jashin started laughing. Not a minor chuckle, mind you, nor a hearty laugh - but a laugh of an exhausted parent over a petulant child; the laugh of a parent that simply has nothing left to give in their messed up co-dependent alcoholic fueled relationship. Bringing up a console, Jashin primed the concussion missile launchers, all three of them, and armed every single missile - all thirty six of them. After that, he cycled the emergency power cells, putting them on a sequential cycle that would slowly wind up to a critical pulse: IE, a selfdestruct. What power that was left in the core he shunted back into itself, inverting safety fields, disabling coolant interlinks, and, in general, attempting to make the entire affair as radioactive and explodey as possible. It was only when Jashin was convinced that the ship was as much of a giant bomb as it could possibly be, that he keyed he detonation function to a wristlink on one of the dead Nikto, which Jashin promptly clipped onto his own wrist.

Then, and only then, did Jashin walk out of the cockpit, out into the central hall, climb the ladder up onto the top of the ship, and slowly join the giant and Pisces. Walking up to the pair, hands clasped together in front of him, Jashin surreptitiously depressed an activation stud on his wristlink, and kept it depressed. "Hi." Said Jashin, his voice a deadpan monotone. "If you can let the bug go, that'd be swell. Innocent bystander and all. I wouldn't want that to affect our business relationship." Jashin shrugged, a wry grin coloring his face. "I mean, I figure you want to get back at tall, dark, and scary. My ship has sensor scans: records of ion field emissions, transponder frequencies, records of any unique patterns in that freak's shields or emissions. It was actively scanning on approach, you see. You feed that data to people with the right tools, they can find that ship for you." Jashin gestured at the destruction behind Loki. "I mean, you want to increase the odds of finding Darth Dresses All In Black, don't you? By even the tiniest amount? Cause if that's so, then you let us go, all non-violent like. No catch. Think of it as thanks for pulling us to the edge of the water." Jashin smiled a congenial smile, shrugging slightly. "Otherwise, if we have to do this violently...we're all going to die. Good, bad, and ugly - every single one of us will burn to a crisp, and them's that don't burn are going to have so much radiation they're gonna wish they had died the easy way. There's enough juice in the reactor and cells, not to mention missiles, that the Sable can turn this entire place into a fracking glow in the dark crater."

Jashin's eyes narrowed, and were a force user to peer into the Firrerreo, they'd perhaps be a little surprised. Surprised, one, at the thought shield that the Firrerreo was capable of. A childhood growing up with a Force using parent taught one how to close off their mind, after all, and was only compounded even further by the necessity of his trade. Second, was that of the emotion that did leak through the shield, utter calm was most prevalent. Jashin was not afraid. Not in the slightest. But, then, perhaps fear was the wrong word; Jashin didn't care was a more accurate term for the entire exchange. He didn't care if he lived or died. Didn't care if anyone else lived or died. Didn't care if they exploded or didn't. Some would call it a death wish, others would call it a lack of a cause or something to live for - whatever the base root, Jashin would just as soon turn around and walk away as he would blow up everything and everyone.

His eyes narrowed, his smile widening, his tongue working to free a stray piece of food from between his teeth, he eventually spoke. "So...whaddya gonna do?"

Dominic nodded at the information about the Sith. Seemed correct. "Ok, alright.." He responded out of instinct to reply, rather than any real meaning of speaking.

Oh. "Torn apart in the swamp..." Dominic muttered under his breath. From Farris words, she had gone there to kill herself. Normally, suicides were acted out to kill themselves quickly, and painlessly. Jump from a building, swallow a pill and go to sleep, shoot yourself in the head, that sort of thing. Not self mutilation and destroying your body. It was odd... Did she want to be eaten by something that lived there? Or was it a suicide mission or quest of some sort for the Force User?

"So, you are powering up those systems then, to keep them running with these shocks?" Dominic guessed. Seemed like the only other logical reason he was doing this if not the last reason. Mechanical things needed fuel, energy to run.