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Star Wars: The Crimson Covenant / Re: CC: Refuge
« Last post by Medivh on July 07, 2025, 02:03:07 PM »Corellian Sector
Drall
High Orbit
Mara had worked with the engineers, slowly rewiring and reconfiguring a fleet of gravity well nets, changing their internal makeup so they could be controlled, not by the Republic that had purchased them, but by the Corellians who had captured them. The nets that had been used to control traffic into and out of the Republic; control traffic between the Republic and the Corellian Sector - they would now be a key element of Corellian defenses, making sure the Republic could not just drop in unannounced.
But wiring and engineering could only go so far. The gravity well nets were a technology created by the now long gone Trade Federation, and their proprietary technology included a bio-tech programming mix that prevented theft of these remarkable devices. The Corellian engineers didn't understand why Mara was uniquely suited to bypass the system; they only knew that their instructions were to not question her.
And she had some time ago ordered them away. Hovering now, alone, in the space above Drall - far above, that the planet appeared more like a ball in the distance than a planet - the nets had been tethered together with cables, wires connecting them all to a single ship.
Mara's ship.
The Refuge
It was the vessel she had traveled with Nevylinn on, through the galaxy, seeking answers, and now it was where she was spending hours upon hours and days upon days, isolated.
The anti-theft technology was possible to get around, but it was slow work, and it required Mara's bio-signature to work through the system, making the required adjustments. Even now, she was sitting in the chair, her eyes closed, lids fluttering, as the cable extending out of the back of her neck ran through the cooridor, and out to the next gravity well net she was reprogramming, her consciousness, swimming amidst a landscape of code, floating in a way not unlike a lone pilot traveling amongst the stars.
Navigating through one cluster of programming, finding the right destination, and then tweaking it. The first few had been particularly slow, as trial and error were required to ensure the program worked, without the risk of the failsafe self destruct triggering, without programming bugs. Now, it was copying and pasting the code that was perfected, line by line. But still slow work. Lonely work.
How many days had it been now? How many weeks? Even as she worked, her conscious typing and tweaking, her thoughts also lingered on everything that was to come. Riley's wedding. She wondered if it would be traditional, what kind of dress Gemma would wear, what kind of doppy grin Riley would have as he saw her walk down the isle. She wondered what emotions she would feel, seeing the one she had cared so long for finally in the care of another ...
Flash
Mara was startled by the sudden change. It had been so long since she had experienced one of these Force visions. Her powers had been maintained, but the prophetic nature of the force did not often reach out to her, whose powers were, afterall, artificially created.
Perhaps something about this weightless state of consciousness had opened her up to its power? She might ponder it more, if not for her efforts to pay attention.
She was running
Always running in her visions, a sign of urgency of danger
The grassy hills outside the Patten ranch on Corellia, the sound of wedding bells in the distance. She could feel that she was LATE, and she was running faster.
The bells suddenly cut off short, a final deafening dong along with a crash that echoed far louder than the chimes had.
Flash
She wasn't on Corellia - she was, again, on a space station, the sound of crying. Riley crying. She was back on Centerpoint, when the station was slowly self-destructing, when she was saving Riley and leaving Kimber on the cold steel floor.
But even here, something was different. She felt watched, and heard, a cackling laughter from somewhere behind her.
"You cannot save him. He's doomed to die"
Flash back on Corellia now, she could see the danger now, could she why she was late.
It wasn't for the wedding - or maybe it had been?
Ahead, she could see the red blade strike against the blue, as two nearly identical women fought.
Adubell and Nevylinn
Adubell was not alone - there were shapes, shadows with her that were attacking. . there he was ... Riley was dressed in a stunning tuxedo, the Corellian ceremonial stripe on the side of his pants, the blaster out, firing; Gemma, beside him, her white gown in sharp contrast to her own saber blade, and now she was running toward the sisters.
Mara, running, faster, her own yellow bladed light saber igniting.
Adubell, the better fighter, the undefeated, was holding her own, her weapon flashing as it struck each of their weapons, pushing them back. Adubell's reddish-yellow eyes turning to Mara.
"You can't save him. He's doomed to die"
Her laugh, a cackling, evil laugh that lacked the warmth of humanity lingered, even as Mara found herself back amidst the code.
She was breathing hard - a reflex that had been programmed into her, even though she didn't need to breath. She knew that prophesies and images lacked clarity, and this one was hardly new. It only told her one thing.
Time was running out.
TBC
Drall
High Orbit
Mara had worked with the engineers, slowly rewiring and reconfiguring a fleet of gravity well nets, changing their internal makeup so they could be controlled, not by the Republic that had purchased them, but by the Corellians who had captured them. The nets that had been used to control traffic into and out of the Republic; control traffic between the Republic and the Corellian Sector - they would now be a key element of Corellian defenses, making sure the Republic could not just drop in unannounced.
But wiring and engineering could only go so far. The gravity well nets were a technology created by the now long gone Trade Federation, and their proprietary technology included a bio-tech programming mix that prevented theft of these remarkable devices. The Corellian engineers didn't understand why Mara was uniquely suited to bypass the system; they only knew that their instructions were to not question her.
And she had some time ago ordered them away. Hovering now, alone, in the space above Drall - far above, that the planet appeared more like a ball in the distance than a planet - the nets had been tethered together with cables, wires connecting them all to a single ship.
Mara's ship.
The Refuge
It was the vessel she had traveled with Nevylinn on, through the galaxy, seeking answers, and now it was where she was spending hours upon hours and days upon days, isolated.
The anti-theft technology was possible to get around, but it was slow work, and it required Mara's bio-signature to work through the system, making the required adjustments. Even now, she was sitting in the chair, her eyes closed, lids fluttering, as the cable extending out of the back of her neck ran through the cooridor, and out to the next gravity well net she was reprogramming, her consciousness, swimming amidst a landscape of code, floating in a way not unlike a lone pilot traveling amongst the stars.
Navigating through one cluster of programming, finding the right destination, and then tweaking it. The first few had been particularly slow, as trial and error were required to ensure the program worked, without the risk of the failsafe self destruct triggering, without programming bugs. Now, it was copying and pasting the code that was perfected, line by line. But still slow work. Lonely work.
How many days had it been now? How many weeks? Even as she worked, her conscious typing and tweaking, her thoughts also lingered on everything that was to come. Riley's wedding. She wondered if it would be traditional, what kind of dress Gemma would wear, what kind of doppy grin Riley would have as he saw her walk down the isle. She wondered what emotions she would feel, seeing the one she had cared so long for finally in the care of another ...
Flash
Mara was startled by the sudden change. It had been so long since she had experienced one of these Force visions. Her powers had been maintained, but the prophetic nature of the force did not often reach out to her, whose powers were, afterall, artificially created.
Perhaps something about this weightless state of consciousness had opened her up to its power? She might ponder it more, if not for her efforts to pay attention.
She was running
Always running in her visions, a sign of urgency of danger
The grassy hills outside the Patten ranch on Corellia, the sound of wedding bells in the distance. She could feel that she was LATE, and she was running faster.
The bells suddenly cut off short, a final deafening dong along with a crash that echoed far louder than the chimes had.
Flash
She wasn't on Corellia - she was, again, on a space station, the sound of crying. Riley crying. She was back on Centerpoint, when the station was slowly self-destructing, when she was saving Riley and leaving Kimber on the cold steel floor.
But even here, something was different. She felt watched, and heard, a cackling laughter from somewhere behind her.
"You cannot save him. He's doomed to die"
Flash back on Corellia now, she could see the danger now, could she why she was late.
It wasn't for the wedding - or maybe it had been?
Ahead, she could see the red blade strike against the blue, as two nearly identical women fought.
Adubell and Nevylinn
Adubell was not alone - there were shapes, shadows with her that were attacking. . there he was ... Riley was dressed in a stunning tuxedo, the Corellian ceremonial stripe on the side of his pants, the blaster out, firing; Gemma, beside him, her white gown in sharp contrast to her own saber blade, and now she was running toward the sisters.
Mara, running, faster, her own yellow bladed light saber igniting.
Adubell, the better fighter, the undefeated, was holding her own, her weapon flashing as it struck each of their weapons, pushing them back. Adubell's reddish-yellow eyes turning to Mara.
"You can't save him. He's doomed to die"
Her laugh, a cackling, evil laugh that lacked the warmth of humanity lingered, even as Mara found herself back amidst the code.
She was breathing hard - a reflex that had been programmed into her, even though she didn't need to breath. She knew that prophesies and images lacked clarity, and this one was hardly new. It only told her one thing.
Time was running out.
TBC