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[Through the Living Hope]

8 minutes ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

"Thank you." He said, turning to leave. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

She nodded. “BD-5 will take you to my ship when you’re ready.”

The droid beep booped. 

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

13 minutes ago, Through the Living Hope said:

She nodded. “BD-5 will take you to my ship when you’re ready.”

The droid beep booped. 

"Thank you." He said, and then made his way back to his ship.

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Alright. Time to grab my supplies.

Viator's ship wasn't big, but it wasn't crazy small either. It had some valuable machinery he couldn't move out, but he didn't care for it enough to try. He looked around a bit, and then took a deep breath.

First time in a while I felt it. This means it must be important.

He clicked all the buttons in a specific order, and then pressed a secret button in the wall.

When the secret compartment opened up, he breathed a sigh of relief. It's still there.

Everything was just how he left it, down to the very last detail.

It had his hands, arms, and all of his logging equipment.

He took the bag out of the compartment, and then went looking around for anything else he can salvage from the ship.

This might take a while...

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i dunno, when your read just say the droid takes me back

 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

6 hours ago, Through the Living Hope said:

She nodded. “BD-5 will take you to my ship when you’re ready.”

The droid beep booped. 

Kevlish looked after him (Coder), face distant.

“Hmm. Should I be joining him?”

Something was distracting him.

[Through the Living Hope]

9 hours ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

"Thank you." He said, and then made his way back to his ship.

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Alright. Time to grab my supplies.

Viator's ship wasn't big, but it wasn't crazy small either. It had some valuable machinery he couldn't move out, but he didn't care for it enough to try. He looked around a bit, and then took a deep breath.

First time in a while I felt it. This means it must be important.

He clicked all the buttons in a specific order, and then pressed a secret button in the wall.

When the secret compartment opened up, he breathed a sigh of relief. It's still there.

Everything was just how he left it, down to the very last detail.

It had his hands, arms, and all of his logging equipment.

He took the bag out of the compartment, and then went looking around for anything else he can salvage from the ship.

This might take a while...

 

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If you wanted to keep his ship we can probably attach the airlocks

2 hours ago, Through the Living Shadow said:

Kevlish looked after him (Coder), face distant.

“Hmm. Should I be joining him?”

Something was distracting him.

“Hm?”

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

5 hours ago, Through the Living Hope said:

“Hm?”

Kevlish frowned. “I would like to take up your offer, to join your crew for some time.”

[Through the Living Hope]

1 minute ago, Through the Living Shadow said:

Kevlish frowned. “I would like to take up your offer, to join your crew for some time.”

“Oh! Right. I thought you meant following him now. My mistake. What was your name?”

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

Just now, Through the Living Hope said:

“Oh! Right. I thought you meant following him now. My mistake. What was your name?”

He hesitated. He could be free with his name… he wasn’t a Jedi, after all. No one would be looking for him. “I’m Kevlish.”

[Through the Living Hope]

20 minutes ago, Through the Living Shadow said:

He hesitated. He could be free with his name… he wasn’t a Jedi, after all. No one would be looking for him. “I’m Kevlish.”

She nodded. “Aerith.”

[Shatter He/Him]

The old VCX-1000 freighter, Ryn had named Grey Wake, came out of hyperspace at the edge of the Ord Mantell gravity well, its engines shaking a little before settling into a sound that Ryn had heard for years. Static cracked through the cockpit speakers.

“Unidentified freighter, transmit your registry and cargo details.”

The controller sounded half asleep.

Ryn snorted quietly and keyed the transmitter. Ahead of him, Ord Mantell City spread out beneath layers of smoke and industrial haze, towers of rusted metal stacked on top of older towers, blinking docking lights cutting through exhaust clouds, freighters crawling through traffic lanes like insects.

The so-called Bright Jewel system.

Yeah. Right.

Ryn guided Grey Wake down through the airspace to Pad 213D. Hydraulic clamps locked into place with a heavy metallic thud, followed by the sharp hiss of venting steam. Before he had even unstrapped himself from the pilot’s chair, dockworkers were already moving toward the ship. Ryn stood, stretching the stiffness from his back with a quiet grimace. He grabbed the datapad containing the cargo inventory, shrugged on his worn pilot jacket, and settled his hat onto his head before heading down the ramp.

A dock official waited near the foot of the ramp with a bored expression and a scanner in hand. Ryn handed over the datapad along with his well-forged identification cylinder.

“It should all be there,” Ryn said. “Rations, medical supplies, machine parts, and some random orders. Payment clears after inspection, right?”

The official scanned the cylinder, barely looking at him.

“Assuming everything checks out.”

Ryn gave a single nod. “Good enough for me.”

The unloading process took longer than he wanted. Crates disappeared into cargo haulers one after another while Ryn leaned against the landing strut and watched the organised chaos of the docks. Ships came and went constantly, battered freighters, corporate transports, bounty hunter gunships. Nobody paid attention to anybody else unless credits were involved.

Just how Ord Mantell liked it.

Once the last crate was hauled away and the payment transfer finally cleared, Ryn climbed back into the cockpit and guided the VCX toward one of the long-term parking pads further away from the main traffic lanes. The old freighter settled down with another tired groan from the landing gear.

He shut the engines down and sat there for a moment in the sudden quiet.

Then he grabbed his jacket again and headed out.

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*heavy breathing*

that took a while to think up and write.

 

[Through the Living Hope]

1 hour ago, Shatter said:

The old VCX-1000 freighter, Ryn had named Grey Wake, came out of hyperspace at the edge of the Ord Mantell gravity well, its engines shaking a little before settling into a sound that Ryn had heard for years. Static cracked through the cockpit speakers.

“Unidentified freighter, transmit your registry and cargo details.”

The controller sounded half asleep.

Ryn snorted quietly and keyed the transmitter. Ahead of him, Ord Mantell City spread out beneath layers of smoke and industrial haze, towers of rusted metal stacked on top of older towers, blinking docking lights cutting through exhaust clouds, freighters crawling through traffic lanes like insects.

The so-called Bright Jewel system.

Yeah. Right.

Ryn guided Grey Wake down through the airspace to Pad 213D. Hydraulic clamps locked into place with a heavy metallic thud, followed by the sharp hiss of venting steam. Before he had even unstrapped himself from the pilot’s chair, dockworkers were already moving toward the ship. Ryn stood, stretching the stiffness from his back with a quiet grimace. He grabbed the datapad containing the cargo inventory, shrugged on his worn pilot jacket, and settled his hat onto his head before heading down the ramp.

A dock official waited near the foot of the ramp with a bored expression and a scanner in hand. Ryn handed over the datapad along with his well-forged identification cylinder.

“It should all be there,” Ryn said. “Rations, medical supplies, machine parts, and some random orders. Payment clears after inspection, right?”

The official scanned the cylinder, barely looking at him.

“Assuming everything checks out.”

Ryn gave a single nod. “Good enough for me.”

The unloading process took longer than he wanted. Crates disappeared into cargo haulers one after another while Ryn leaned against the landing strut and watched the organised chaos of the docks. Ships came and went constantly, battered freighters, corporate transports, bounty hunter gunships. Nobody paid attention to anybody else unless credits were involved.

Just how Ord Mantell liked it.

Once the last crate was hauled away and the payment transfer finally cleared, Ryn climbed back into the cockpit and guided the VCX toward one of the long-term parking pads further away from the main traffic lanes. The old freighter settled down with another tired groan from the landing gear.

He shut the engines down and sat there for a moment in the sudden quiet.

Then he grabbed his jacket again and headed out.

 

There was a peddler in the street selling handmade rugs, blankets, and tapestries. 

[Shatter He/Him]

31 minutes ago, Through the Living Hope said:

There was a peddler in the street selling handmade rugs, blankets, and tapestries. 

Ryn walked along the grimy street and caught sight of a peddler of blankets and rugs. He nodded at them and asked, "Do you have any ponchos? I've been looking for something like that recently."

[Through the Living Hope]

31 minutes ago, Shatter said:

Ryn walked along the grimy street and caught sight of a peddler of blankets and rugs. He nodded at them and asked, "Do you have any ponchos? I've been looking for something like that recently."

“Not currently, but I’m sure it wouldn’t be too hard.”

There it was again. An urging. 

[Shatter He/Him]

20 minutes ago, Through the Living Hope said:

“Not currently, but I’m sure it wouldn’t be too hard.”

There it was again. An urging. 

“It's fine if you don't have any. The name's Voss,” Ryn said.

He picked a rather spartan nerf-wool blanket out of the pile. 

“How much is this? I'd like to buy it.”

[Through the Living Hope]

29 minutes ago, Shatter said:

“It's fine if you don't have any. The name's Voss,” Ryn said.

He picked a rather spartan nerf-wool blanket out of the pile. 

“How much is this? I'd like to buy it.”

She named the price. Pretty good deal. 

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

9 hours ago, Through the Living Hope said:

“Hm?”

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Nah it's all good. He likes to travel light in new places anyway. Most of the special equipment was just convinience stuff for his previous work.

 

[Shatter He/Him]

55 minutes ago, Through the Living Hope said:

She named the price. Pretty good deal. 

Ryn scrabbled around in his wallet, producing a 15-credit coin and handing it to the peddler. “I'll have to run this back to my ship. I'll be back shortly.”

A few minutes later, he returned. 

“What's your name?” he asked.

[Through the Living Hope]

2 hours ago, Shatter said:

Ryn scrabbled around in his wallet, producing a 15-credit coin and handing it to the peddler. “I'll have to run this back to my ship. I'll be back shortly.”

A few minutes later, he returned. 

“What's your name?” he asked.

“Aerith. Yours?”

If that urging was right… well, her urges were rarely wrong…

[Shatter He/Him]

4 hours ago, Through the Living Hope said:

“Aerith. Yours?”

If that urging was right… well, her urges were rarely wrong…

“The name's Voss. I said that already.”

He narrowed his eyes but then relaxed. 

“What's your business here, Aerith? Like, not just selling rugs. What are you doing?”

[Through the Living Hope]

7 hours ago, Shatter said:

“The name's Voss. I said that already.”

He narrowed his eyes but then relaxed. 

“What's your business here, Aerith? Like, not just selling rugs. What are you doing?”

“Ah. Apologies.  

“My ship is low on fuel. I’m getting credits to fill up and hopefully have some left over.”

[Invested Flautist He/him]

IG-53 walked through the market, holding a lightsaber taken from its most recent target. It made sure to "face" the way it was walking, but it of course could see in nearly every direction at once. It reached the building identified by its newest employer, scanned its access chit, and stepped inside, door closing silently behind.

[Shatter He/Him]

5 hours ago, Through the Living Hope said:

“Ah. Apologies.  

“My ship is low on fuel. I’m getting credits to fill up and hopefully have some left over.”

“Huh. I was hauling cargo from Corellia. That's where I'm based, mostly. Mind if I sit here?”

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I'll be offline a bit because *family*

 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

On 5/12/2026 at 4:09 PM, Through the Living Hope said:

She nodded. “Aerith.”

He nodded, then looked at the newcomer, @Shatter.

“Hey.” He gave second, curt nod that was nearly swallowed by the cloth.

[Through the Living Hope]

1 hour ago, Invested Flautist said:

IG-53 walked through the market, holding a lightsaber taken from its most recent target. It made sure to "face" the way it was walking, but it of course could see in nearly every direction at once. It reached the building identified by its newest employer, scanned its access chit, and stepped inside, door closing silently behind.

“You’re late.” A voice, its owner hidden behind a black mask. 

1 hour ago, Shatter said:

“Huh. I was hauling cargo from Corellia. That's where I'm based, mostly. Mind if I sit here?”

 

“Be my guest.”

Just now, Through the Living Shadow said:

He nodded, then looked at the newcomer, @Shatter.

“Hey.” He gave second, curt nod that was nearly swallowed by the cloth.

She chuckled. “It’d be easier without the hood up. 

[Invested Flautist He/him]

2 hours ago, Through the Living Hope said:

You’re late.” A voice, its owner hidden behind a black mask. 

"The target used unexpected techniques. I have updated my databases and will be prepared for future occasions."

[Through the Living Hope]

20 minutes ago, Invested Flautist said:

"The target used unexpected techniques. I have updated my databases and will be prepared for future occasions."

“Don’t let it happen again. I have the data on your next target.”