Flick of a Feather (Shawn, open)

[Zherathul the Voidscale]

as the stars of the blackness of space filled the viewport of the cockpit and the soft hum of the engines echoed through the rooms of the ship, the calm of the ship seemed to hide the nervousness of the single occupant of the ship. as the Fury-Class Interceptor moved through the Vjun System away from the planet of Vjun, the occupant of the ship used the military-grade equipment outfitted in the ship to try and mask some of the ships presence on sensors. sitting in the command seat of the cockpit, the single occupant of the ship continued to stare outside the viewport in front of the command seat, eyeing every anomaly that looked different.

as the avian Fosh female narrowed her eyes and leaned forwards in the command seat, she moved from the seat and took her place in the pilot seat. feeling something off as she took a hold of the command stick and powered up the engines, she tightened her grip on the command stick, and readied herself. waiting for a long minute in silence, she continued to go through the last few days of this venture, and continued to tell herself this was stupid to not run. using the Force to keep her senses sharpened, she narrowed her eyes, and was on the verge on her seat. suddenly, her sensors indicated that they had picked up a large signal, a familiar signal, about to come out of hyperspace.

quickly switching her ship on and pushing it into combat readiness, the strike foils opened and she punched the engines into strike speed, just as the huge frame of the Sith Centurion-class Battlecruiser jumped out of hyperspace in her viewport. with the agility granted by the strike foils, the Fosh used this to evade the barrage of turbolaser fire, and directed the Interceptor towards the underside of the massive warship. as the memories of the last time she had encountered this ship, and the one who commanded it, she began to grow angry, the feathery hair lining her head turning a grey color. readying the weapons systems and heading directly down from the underside of the warship, she planned to strike where the offensive capability was lightest, as this Sith was not honorable, and so she wasn’t going to act so either.

[shawn]

Once the great Praetorian-class frigate MKI vessel was known throughout many a system as a humble research vessel but as time went on it was forgotten as was its crew. Little was known of why its great presence disappeared from the system or why noone ever reported seeing or hearing from its crew ever again. The last known thing about the Escort Frigate was that it supposed to meet up with some fellow ships to run a mission to rid the inner systems of some rampaging Sith but during the course of the mission all the ships went silent, including the Escort Frigate.

Now 2 years later, and still unheard from, the great warship would finally re-emerge from the darkest of places to once again prove devastating to the Sith Empire. Command still by the once well known Force user it would finally break habit of striking at Sith outposts in the mid to outer rim and appear to attack a vessel it had been tailing since just inside the unknown regions of space. Still full manned and commanded by some of the best personnel of all times the Oracle made preparations to drop from hyperspace, deploy fighters, and rain all hell down onto the Centurion-class battle cruiser. Unknown though was the fact that during the captions planning to strike at this vessel that another vessel, a Sith vessel, would be striking at it at the same time for an unknown reason to him.

Dropping out of hyperspace just moments after the battle cruiser, the Oracle blistened to life as light turbo lasers began to beam at the back of the ship and the 12 little Z-95 headhunters burst from the back of the huge Escort Frigate. Sparkling with lasers from their forward ends the head hunters darted back and forth towards the large target but no before breaking formation as a second Sith vessel appeared from under the belly of the first one, its presence a surprise to them all. Breaking away 2 of the fighters burst into flames and parts as they were struck by return fire from the primary Sith vessel.

Behind the glass of the bridge as the battle began stood the cloaked caption of the Oracle. Broad in the shoulders, slender but chiseled build, humbled blue eyes, and dark brown hair the man directed his crew with few words as he pointed or made motions with the occasional words to direct some sort of maneuver. Despite being human he had learned long ago that being angry and upset made his balance with the force go astray. Though surprised when the other vessel turned up he made no motion to try and attack it yet as he had all his forces power focused on the main battle cruiser though when 2 of his ships exploded he felt his heart sink a little.

Directing an open channel the man's voice went over open frequency to the two other vessels before him. Stern but yet humble his voice rang over the open link.

"This is the Gray Jedi Knight Shawn O'conner and the vessel the Oracle. Surrender or retreat from this area to prolong your life or stay and die to the blades of the Gray."

[Zherathul the Voidscale]

as the female Fosh turned the Interceptor around and began to rain a damage of fire from her ships weapons at the underside of the Battlecruiser, she kept her focus on the massive frame ahead of her as her lasers punched into the shields of the warship. as it began to unload its accompaniment of starfighters to wipe her from the face of the galaxy, the first squadrons of fighters were laid to waste as they left the hanger, thanks to the barrage from the new ship on the scene. seeing this and looking over at the new arrival, the Praetorian-class Frigate, the Fosh returned her gaze to the Battlecruiser and rolled the Interceptor hard to the left as the laser fire from the Sith fighters that escaped the hanger fired upon her.

evading and dodging the barrage of fire from the fighters as they gained a pursuit maneuver, she pushed more power into the engines and used the superior agility of the Interceptor to maneuver into a head on vector with the swarm of fighters. holding down the firing trigger on her command stick, she released the power of her weapons upon the fighters, as she pumped power into the forward shields. as fighters were torn asunder by the weapons of the Aviana’s Talon, she diverted her direction towards the Frigate, as the survivals of her anger resumed their pursuit of her. needing the fighters of the Frigate to finish off her pursuers, she continued to evade and dodge, as she made sure to stay out of targeting sight of the Battlecruiser, despite their best attempts.

looking at her command console as the hail frequency reached her, she flipped it on and responded with her anger. “stop talking and fight!” she yelled, then switched it off, returning fully upon the fight, as she poured the power from the forward shields to the rear shields, as the Interceptor shook from laser fire.

[shawn]

Directing the frigate to make a swift maneuver to the left to perform a full on broad side the captain made a swift disappearance once the ship was in position and firing. Not taking well to the return tone of whomever it was driving the Interceptor ship, he decided it was time he joined the fight on the front lines again. From the bridge he went in swift, long strides as he descended into the belly of the frigate. The crew knew what he was doing as as he came barreling through the passages, all moved to the sides so he could make his way to the hangar bay.

As the battle raged on there were no more communications from the massive frigate as lasers blazed through the emptiness between them, only a few finding marks on 3 more fighters from the frigates own. Down to 7 fighters left in the field to help the Interceptor battle the cruiser and only the light turbo batteries form the frigate it seemed like this was a hopeless battle as the frigates shields had to be near depleted but as it seemed that the battle was drawing near an end as one of the laser blasts from the cruiser struck home on the frigate causing a large explosion in one part something erupted from the flames like a bad dream. Flying quickly and like a raging bull a little black and gold spinning ship made its appearance from the flames and drawing some with it like a comet. Just moments later it turned and beamed towards the rest of the fighting, forward quad-pulse laser cannons exploding to life with red streams of brilliant light.

Striking down a fighter from the other ship the new fighter seemed much more skilled and intelligent than the others from the frigate as it bore down like a storm. Fast and piloted with an unbelievable amount faness it was barely seen as its belly vanished in the darkness then reappeared as the gold flashed as it chased down another Sith fighter ship. It was still coming towards the cruiser as laser beams still raged across the void between the two huge ships but as the small fighter drew nearer the enemy began to fire more on it as the frigate began to maneuver away from the fight, smoke bellowing from its left side as several chunks of molten metal scrapped away from it. Powering its engines it began to fall back further and further until out of range of the cruisers weapons before turning to stay out of the fray. While the ship limped from combat the other 7 fighters on the field that were still fighting began to also retreat from the new vessel and the interceptors battle positions. The smaller fighter though continued to bear closer towards the cruiser and the interceptor as lasers blasted at them both and fighters drove scraps across both ships hulls.

"Unknown Interceptor retreat from the area and fall back towards the frigate, we hold no chance against this ship currently and we will lose. Repeat fall back to the frigate. We will continue this fight later." Though broken the pilot of the Interceptor would be able to identify the pilot as the same that came over the open frequency earlier, a Knight. Scrapping near to the Interceptor the pilot of it would see a red laser passing just over the top of her ship as the gold flashed before her before her ship rocked from the explosion of a Sith fighter that was right on her tail before the fighter darted upwards towards the underside of the cruiser.

Again bearing down on it with full fire form every which direction the small fighter would dislodge a small piece of blinking metal from its own under belly before swiftly turning away from the battle and retreating from the battle itself, the piece of metal floating towards the ship before disappearing into a crevice on the ship and frever lost to the ships structure. Flying quickly away the fighter would take a direct hit along its right wing and begin to sway from left to right and though not bad enough to explode it was bad enough to make 3 of the four small engines on the back lose power and fail for the time leaving the nimble ship now slow and a small but easy target, though just out of reach of the main batteries of the cruisers anti ship weapons. Limping still towards the retreat point it seemed like the end was once again near for the encased Knight in the ship.

[Zherathul the Voidscale]

piloting the Interceptor with years of skill, and making fine tuned corrections as the shields of the Aviana’s Talon continued to be tested, the Fosh continued to maneuver, and bait the Sith fighters towards their doom. pushing the engines to get a distance ahead of the fighters, she did another maneuver and gained a heads on direction towards the fighters, and letting her anger lead her control of the Force, she unleashed more fire upon the fighters in bursts, so she is able to correct for any who try to pull away, as well as not to unleash her anger upon the fighters from the Frigate.

once she had passed through the remains of the fighters she had blasted, she made the Interceptor fly towards the Battlecruiser. evading and dodging the weapons of the warship, she focused on her target so much, that the signal of the new fighter was ignored, until the laser fire streaked across her viewport. when the words of the male passed through her comms once again, she ignored them, and continued to direct her vessel towards the bottom of the warship, as it continued to try and blast her from the sky. as she saw the fighter blast at the bottom of the warship before she could, she narrowed her eyes, and flew downwards and then turned her ship around, following the fighter with her gaze.

as she watched the fighter and was about to ignore it for her target, she watched as it was struck, and now was a easy prey for the warships weapons. punching the engines into full power, she blasted towards the wounded ship, and just before the Battlecruiser could fire, she blasted into the targeting reticule of the warship, and knowing the commander of it, she would become their targeted prey. as if on cue, the Intercepter was laid upon with a barrage of laser fire, and gave the wounded fighter the precious moments to get out of firing range.

[shawn]

Pushing the limits of his damaged machine Shawn thought it was over before the Interceptor darted by to draw the fire away from his little ship once more. With disbelief of this pilot trying to protect him with knowing his intentions was one that caught Shawn off guard but as his ship escaped the cruisers fire range his R2 unit was able to route auxiliary power to the other 3 engines giving Shawn the power to fight again but with reduced shield capability. With a swift flick of his wrist Shawn flipped the little ship around to try and get the interceptor and its pilot away from the cruiser as its signatures began to spike for a hyperspace jump.

Flying back into the fray of oncoming fighters Shawn no longer engaged the fighters but rather darted all over the void of darkness to try and get to the Interceptor. With twists and flicks the little black and gold ship evaded blasters and bursts of energy from incoming fighter lasers and cruiser point fire lasers. It was incredible difficult to maneuver with so much disruption but his skills had been honed for this type of flying and combat but his ability to sense and connection with the force gave him somewhat of a better grasp of the incoming fire. As he continued to travel quickly and with such agility he realized many of the fighters were beginning to pull back for the upcoming jump.

Punching the fighter to the maximum power allowed by the field repairs by the R2 unit the small vessel caught up to the Interceptor to again get a communications link open. "Pilot back down from the cruiser. All is not lost but back down or be powered down by force. A plan is in progress to back down!!" The communication was clear and precise with Shawn's voice. After he finished the transmission though he broke free from tailing the Interceptor to begin his trek back to the Frigate and fighters kilometers off in the distance.

[Zherathul the Voidscale]

as she evaded and dodged laser fire from the Battlecruiser, she brought the Interceptor into a collision course with the warship. having planned this for the last two years, she had planned to end this this day, or die in the attempt. evading and laying upon the warship with the Interceptors weapons, she looked at the comms system, and listened to the voice of the male. paying no heed to his words, she instead activated a control panel she had rigged in the last year, something she had done to escape the last time she had encountered this ship.

as she had rigged one of the power cell compartments as a makeshift bomb with enough explosives to turn the interceptor into a flaming wreckage of unrecognizable debris, she narrowed her eyes, and prepared the release of the compartment. sealing the engine room for the release of pressure and oxygen, she continued to lay fire upon the warship, as she tried to bring its shields down more to make the bomb work even more effective. while she was so focused on the warship and laying down her anger upon it, she didn't looked at her sensors, as the help of the Frigate has worn the shields of the aging warship, and so didn't know their shields were gone when she got ready.

once she was at the point where the point defense laser cannons were able to track her without her being able to evade effectively, she pulled up sharply, and at that moment, released the rigged compartment, letting out an avian yell, and pushing all the power she could into the engines, shooting towards the direction of the fighter of the male. having rigged the power cell compartment with raided Sith Magnetic Mines, she had planned this out, and as the warship continued to focus on her, and the one leading the warship was solely focused on her, the bomb went unknown until it was too late, where it was able to attach to the hull of the Centurion-class Battlecruiser. suddenly, as one of the barrages from the Battlecruisers weapons finally knocked down her shields, a huge series of explosions blew open the warship, sending the ship into a cascade of failures and explosions which will result in the demise of the Battlecruiser. finally looking at her sensors, she detected a vessel leaving the doomed ship, heading straight towards her, as she felt the sense through the Force of the one she had been seeking to end through this attack.

[shawn]

As the pilot of the Interceptor disobeyed his words Shawn was forced to turn back around when again so close to escaping the fray but as he did his ship rocked with a furious force. As he got the roll maneuver under control form the blast Shawn saw pieces of ship flying at him as explosion rocked the cruiser and broke apart. After a moment though he realized what the other pilot had done and that a compartment was flying towards him containing her force signal. As it drew near though another vessel was flying straight for her own escape means which was looking as if it was on a collision course with her own.

Responding quickly Shawn made a desperate and unorthodox attempt to stop the other ship from colliding with the survivors vessel even though right now he was enraged by their means of destroying his lead on finding a Sith Stronghold. Grabbing the joystick of the small fighter the engines were hard pressed as they thrust forward towards the pilots compartment. It was going to be a close miss if this went right and as he drew nearer and nearer just like the vessel from the cruiser Shawn pushed a few button to realign all of his power tto either his forward shields or his thrusters. Making the move not a second to soon Shawn was able to beat the other vessel to the pilot by moment as his ship collided with the pilots escape means, both ricocheting off each other with such force that both were tossed away from the on coming vessel but only by a hair.

Now with a severely damaged fighter with failing systems all over and the cruiser exploding above them Shawn thought it necessary to finally to get his ship and the surviving pilot out of there. Calling over the link it was moments later that the frigate was bearing down on them quite quickly, even for sustained damage, and using its tractor beams to pull both of them into its hangar bay.

With blast doors shutting to the bay once both were in the frigate began to pull away and not a moment to soon as the cruiser began to really break apart, the vital reactor systems failing. Getting to a just a bit further away the ship was able to do a hyperspace jump and clear the blast of the cruiser in just the nick of time.

[Zherathul the Voidscale]

as she put power into the engines and got the Interceptor maneuvering to face the Sith Interceptor, she narrowed her eyes and was about to unleash her ships weapons upon it, was interrupted once again by that male, being sent shaking and spinning away. struggling with the disturbance to her ship, she got it realigned just enough, and with her targeting ridicule locked, she unleashed a barrage of laser fire into the hull of the Sith Interceptor, turning it to slag, starting with the cockpit and her target. as she kept her gave on the corpse of the Sith Interceptor, and the end of her target, she leaned back in her seat, and shakily removed her hands from the command stick, as her anger began to subside.

as the tractor beam took hold of her ship and drew her into the hanger of the Frigate, she directed her ship to move smoothly into the docking hanger, and once the jolt through her feet from landing in the hangar, she leaned back, and let out a massive sigh, shivering a little bit as she let the adrenaline begin to siphon from her body. looking over her shoulder, and forcing herself to stand, she moved over to the sensors and equipment, and made sure that what she was good at worked. after a few minutes, she smiled as the fight was more then successful, but fruitful as well.

[shawn]

Pulled into the hangar bay of the frigate Shawn was less than impressed with the way this chase had ended. Hoping for the biggest Sith takedown of his life it was all thrown away by one pilot wanting to cause damage? This day couldn't get any worse he thought to himself as the screeching of his ship being set into the hangar bay was rang through his ears but he might have spoken to soon. Hitting the deck of the bay was enough to set the rest of his power system haywire and his cockpit began to fill with smoke as the electronics in the dashboard began to spark at him. Blast he thought this ship had just been repaired at the alst port and now was out again leaving him with nothing to fly yet again. Trying to escape the hatch of the vessel he was quickly greeted by other pilots and crew members as the cockpit was pried open for him to jump out just as a small fire burst at the dashboard but was quickly put out by his crew.

Thanks yall for the help and good work today. Take some rest we will find a station soon to make vital repairs and get some good leisure time. Shawn spoke out loudly to his crew in a roughed up voice from the smoke he had inhaled. This was a disaster in his mind still since he had lost a big lead and now had to deal with whoever this rogue pilot was going to turn out to be.

Stepping aisde he looked though the hangar bay with a bit of sadness in his expression as he knew for a fact that atleast 5 good pilots had died today out in the battle and countless other crew members potentially injuried from the blasts taken to the Oracle sides when the shields failed. This would've never happened had it not been for the pilot not sitting in their ship across from his own now and seeing as they hadn't emerged yet he figured he should be the first one they see when they finally exited.

Making a small pivot on the ball of his right foot he began to stride towards this other vessel. Like always Shawn was dressed in the normal Jedi attired robes except his were all black like a Siths but gold trimmed all around for his position as captain of this vessel. On either side hung his light sabers, one a dual phase and the other a shoto so that when whomever exited the vessel saw him they should be prepared to either attack or state a reason for not backing down when he requested them too. Reaching the vessel he would stand at the base of where the exit doors would hit, his face blackened with smoke filled pores, his blue eyes filled with questions and rage, his black and gray hair slightly sticking up in places from the sweat from the furnace he had just came from.

[Zherathul the Voidscale]

looking at the console that scrolled with data she had ripped from the Sith Battlecruisers databanks, a grin would of crossed her beaked face if she wasn't so focused. eyeing the data as she did many times in the past, her attention was drawn from the console, when the sounds outside the ship caught her, despite being quieted thanks to the differences in the exterior and interior. lifting her hand and activating the entry ramp, she took one of her lightsabers from her waist, and kept it in hand, as she returned to examining the data, needing to do such an examination so she could then sort it out later, and isolate corrupted data.

[shawn]

Standing before the Sith vessel as it rest in hangar bay Shawn could only look along it. It was as tattered as his as it rest on the shining metal deck below it but as his gaze drew up and down it the sound of hydraulics caught his attention. Slowly but surely the bay doors to the ship opened before his soft, humbled blue eyes and as it slowly weighed itself down with the help of the hydraulics the soft sound of metal on metal rang through his ears as it hit the deck. With the sound of air leaving the vessel after the long battle Shawn just gazed into the internal portion expecting a figure or something but there was nothing. Feeling the presence of the force Shawn knew that someone was there but it was hard to tell if they were good or evil.

Gathering up his wits he slowly began to trudge into the ship, his motions fairly graceful even though his robes seemed like they would weigh him down significantly. Step for step his boots hidden beneath his black robes sang out with a sort of blissfulness and an essence of something else, the essence of freedom. Slowly his relaxed face appeared then his toned body then he was fully emerged in front of the light from the hangar bay. Shadowed in the front by the darkness of her ship Shawn looked upon its internals and scanned carefully until his eyes rested on the image by a computer. Recognizing it to be a Fosh he slowly smirked because it was rare to seem one with such a strong cling to the force and as he studied up and down he noticed something odd. He was no expert by any means in noticing things but he did see the hint of a hilt in one of her hands and without even budging from his position slowly put his hands on his waist before he spoke in once again a humble, yet troubled tone. "So I mean no harm if ya thinking bout trying to attack. I see your saber and unless you want ore trouble than ya can handle I recommend setting it aside and explaining why you destroyed that ship.."

[Zherathul the Voidscale]

continuing to examine the data that poured across her gaze, she paid no heed to the sound of the male who moved up the entry ramp and through the halls of her ship. as the male finally entered the cockpit and stood there, she looked at him in the corner of her eye, then looked back, as her focus was on the data more then him. while he was looking her over, she typed some on a console, isolated corrupt data she caught and noted it for later notice.

as he began to speak, and she listened some, she didn’t take her gaze off the console, as she moved her arm that held her lightsaber and pointed it at him. “sit down, before your legs decide to do it for you,” she spoke, then placed her hilt back on her waist, as she typed some and made the data process to make sure that is wasn’t laced with harmful corruption and spy programs. moving over to her command seat, she sat down with a groan, and spun to look at him.

“you want to know why i destroyed that Battlecruiser? well, where do i start….,” she spoke, then chuckled, as she leaned back and waved her hand in a dismissing manner. “i’m not going to explain a two year chase, especially when i was the prey. that bastard of a Sith has been on my tail-feathers for the last two years, trying to force me to the Dark Side, and trying to destroy me, so this is where i got my chance to get some peace finally,” she spoke, then took a deep breath and sighed.

[shawn]

All Shawn could do was laugh at her comment about sitting down cause he really wasn't scared of her but rather curious about what information she had retrieved that she had been looking over at the console. Watching her intently as she scanned the data before moving away to sit at the command chair Shawn could do nothing but enjoy the species before him, so honorable and elegant yet so filled with a deep rage that showed with her force sensitivity. As she sat Shawn began to move towards another chair to sit down across from her but yet never letting his calm,humbled blue eyes leave her figure.

Listening to the short story of cat and mouse Shawn could understand why she did what she did but at the same time she ruined the only lead he had towards finding a secret Sith stronghold that he had been looking for since 3602BBY. Letting a deep, regretting sigh leave his soil covered lips he slowly let his eyes finally depart from the Fosh's form as he looked past her out into the hangar bay. The noises outside were dying down and the crew clearing out as the ship cruised through hyperspace to get to a safe port for a leisure break. Blinking a few times as he thought over the day and the loss of many good crew Shawn knew that he should be mad with the Fosh but at the same time he would've done the same thing if he had been running for two years.

Slowly bringing his gaze back to the Fosh Shawn gave a small smile before giving a small nod at her and standing. "Just wish ya had let it go...I put a tracker on it so that we might discover the stronghold location it was supposed to be headed too. We have been taking small Sith strongholds and outposts for the last 2 years. For the last 5 months we have been tracking and chasing that very ship that was chasing you so that we could find its stronghold. I should be mad at ya for disobeying but seeing as I understand your motive I am not." Giving off a sigh again and taking a breath Shawn began to walk towards the exit to the control room and for the bay doors to her ship. "Come...let my crew take your data and begin decoding it with the ships control gear. Your ship needs repairs as does most of the ones here so when we get to the next spaceport you can get them...until then lets go find you a room up on the main deck by mine so that you can be left to meditate or what not to continue honing your skills...that is if you are continuing your training."

[Zherathul the Voidscale]

leaning back and letting her body relax, she listened to him speak and shrugged her shoulders as he understood her motive. smiling as she thought of how much he underestimated her vessels capabilities, she looked at the consoles of the cock pit. letting out a breath of air and rubbing her arm, she pushed herself up and looked at him as he spoke of getting her a room. “sorry, but i must decline, on all fronts. i would rather stay on my ship, and continue to sort this data myself. also, i happen to have the tools to get through the security of the Sith without destroying the data. also, if you want those locations, then leaving the data with me is best,” she spoke, as the data she did see already gave the location of an outpost.

standing up and moving out of the cockpit and moving past him, she moved towards a room that was well maintained, and she moved onto the bed. “anyway, why would i want to leave such a comfortable bed for some barracks bunk,” she spoke to herself, as she let herself relax and let out a sigh of relief.

[shawn]

Stopping when the female went into the room he was just passed the door as he listened to her speak. Giving a small huff to the words barracks he slowly took a step back and turned to his left so that she can see his face, a bit of disgust on it from the one foul word she had spoken. Moving his arms so that they were folded over his chest he kinda gave her a slight glare before a little bit harsher of a tone pierced out from his lips as he spoke. "Listen her barracks are on the ground for one and for two my crew might sleep in 3 person bunks for most but others, like the pilots and battle seasoned members, don't. Force users however all standout on the ship because I am the only one left...the others all hand rooms around mine with meditation pads and all were separate to focus how they sought best. Their rooms have been cleaned and cleared for when others are either visiting or being transported. So next time ya think barracks don't think my ship nor the birth arrangements.'

With stern, slightly enraged eyes glaring at her for only a few more moments Shawn pulled a well executed turning maneuver on the balls of his feet before stepping away from the door and down the ramp with the clanking of his boots on the metallic ground. Shawn took his crews morale and comfort to levels other captains didn't and being told that his fellow friends were in barracks hit home for him. Being a Jedi once he wasn't supposed to have those feelings but since he strayed away form the actual Order he became more in tune with his feelings again and more humbled to true loyalty. He didn't look back as he thought this all in his head as he headed across the bay for an elevator that was marked with 5 floors going up, 1st being the one they were on, 2 being the main training floor area, 3 the main communications and mission planning area, 4 the primary lounging and birthing deck, and 5 the command and control floor and jedi quarters.

Reaching the elevator he pushed the button that was there to bring it down to that floor and then waited. The elevator was on the 4th floor so it would take a few moments before it reached the deck. Still slightly insulted Shawn just stood and looked at the dial that indicated the elevator was coming down slowly.

[Zherathul the Voidscale]

listening to his words, and not saying anything else, she closed her eyes and sighed again. while she meant no offense in her words, she did still let her anger lead her words, as it slowly ebbed from her system. as she listened to his footsteps slowly fade with distance, she opened her eyes, and pushed herself from the bed, and stood up. grabbing a comlink, she moved to the loading ramp, and looked at him. “hey!” she called out after him, and tossed at him the comlink before the elevator could arrive. “call before you come, and i’ll call you when the data is ready,” she called out, then moved back to the interior, closing the loading ramp when she reached the top of the ramp.

returning to her room, she sighed, and began to remove her clothes and throwing them into a bin. removing the wrappings from her chest, she climbed back into the bed, and pulled the covers over her. closing her eyes softly, she let out a sigh of tiredness, and slowly let herself relax and get some rest.

[shawn]

Caught by the female at the elevator, Shawn caught the comlink as it was tossed at him from the ship. Listening to her he could only give a nod towards her before the elevator dinged softly and the door opened. Turning away from her and the ship Shawn disappeared into the elevator and clicked the button for the 5th deck. Stepping back into view of her ship for a moment Shawn stared at it before the doors shut tightly.

The ride up in the elevator was quiet and slow but yet extremely smooth. Thinking about the day as he rode up, Shawn could only remember was watching the Fosh female take on the battlecuiser by herself until him and his men attacked in full force. Leaning back against the wall Shawn looked down at the comlink and debated on calling her in order to discuss what had happened more in detail earlier but decided against it. Looking up from the comlink to the numbers as they clicked 4 then 5 before the elevator slowly stopped and the doors parted. Shawn stepped out and went towards the front end of the ship, the sliding doors at the end were to the bridge but just prior to that were 6 sixs, all once dedicated to force users including himself.

Walking past one then the other Shawn whispered words of gratitude at each passing room before he reached the final one on the right. Turning slowly he disappeared behind the heavy metal doors. Disrobing Shawn made his way to the shower. Without letting the water warm up at all he just stepped into the cold, yet soothing water. Rinsing off all the heat of the day and shame of a minor defeat Shawn took his shower quickly and without much relaxing. Getting out he redressed in just a simple farmers pair of pants and no shirt. Going to the large window in the room he knelt before it then sank to crossed legs and let his chin meet his chest. Shawn rarely used the bed in the room and as he sat in this new found position he slowly began to fall into a meditative rest, a humble yet stressed sleep.

[Zherathul the Voidscale]

resting for a few hours in a dreamless state, the beeping of her datapad she had beside her bed would awake her. slowly opening her eyes, she turned her head, and looked at the datapad. slowly lifting herself up, she winced in pain, as she looked at her left arm, which was badly bruised from the upper arm down to her wrist. figuring that it must of happened in one of the more violent moments of the battle, she moved her arm to her chest, and held it there, as she moved her legs to sit at the edge of the bed. picking up the datapad, she read through the report of the examination of the data. standing up and tossing the datapad softly onto the bed, she moved to the bathroom, and grabbed some bandaging wraps, and tied a sling for her arm. once her arm was properly positioned and set in the sling, she grabbed a night robe, and put it over herself, as she moved from the bedroom, and made her way to the cockpit.

moving to the consoles, she examined the data that scrolled across the screens, she typed some onto the console, and the data began to organize, as it was now hers, and she had all she needed. moving to the command seat, she sat down, and turned around to the viewing port, as she activated the comms system, to contact the male who called himself Shawn.

[shawn]

Being in a relaxed and very calm state was wonderful until the comlink went off. With the annoying beeping drawing him back into the world of the living Shawn slowly opened his dull blue eyes to peer onto into the passing stars and non-existent plants that were passing by while they traveled at lightspeed. Bending forward to stretch, it wasn't until he was getting ready to lean back again that his back began to pop and didn't stop until he was fully erect again. Twisting some and getting some of the same results as when he leaned forward.

Finally getting up to his feet Shawn walked over to the comlink and picked it up. Looking to see who it was he slowly pushed the answer button and spoke. "Yes? What can I help or you help with me with miss?" Yawning some Shawn set the comlink back down before sitting beside it to listen to the female Fosh.