A fusion of bloodlines- Death of thy lover.

[Veritas et Lux]

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She had tracked the peracrious signal as far as she could- the bounty hunters' vessel was a glowing blue in a chilling idle looming in the darkness of the underbelly of the moon. Batvan was inside, and she needed to pluck him out before anybody noticed.
The radio silence was mildly hair-raising. She attempted to tap into the secure channel, but the re just wasn't any broadcastings around this system- if she was to engage, than she wouldn't have any help.

Her soft hands flipped the arbitrary switches and pressed at buttons that were so familiar to her- the lights and power wained and disappated into the darkness of space. She feathered her throttle control to idle the BabyBlue in silence closer- if she could release into the underbelly of the ship than she most likely wouldn't be detected in the dead of space lest a visual was accounted for. The cold of space was an amazing thing though, for she could not hear in her space suit-

Shad nestled close enough to the garbage disposals kick off from atop her frigate- it was a silly sight though, if the darkness of space hadn't have hid her so well. The small young Jedi going through such lengths to free her friend. With a pouring rain of refuse the omnipotent circular saw let loose a small trickel of light along with the trash it spat out. She used the force to enhance her jump, to soar through the sliding door and grasp the metal prongs stepping a small path into the trash compactor room.

Here she undressed, the smelly murk that the garbage from all across the ship finally lead down into- the newly emptied room. Her foot mid-air she step out of the bronze space fairing outfit. The seal hissed with the release of airlock, her nose meeting the stench of bounty hunters' waste..
Those tan legs hit the air- no doubt the most beautiful thing in the room. She ran the suit down her smooth shoulders cald within linen.

She stand there- dressed in the fashion that she recently favored over the rest of her wardrobe. She was wearing a new black ccotton skirt, newly ruffled layers amongst her frilly drape- a monomyth round' lace only to end where it had just begun. White blouse- overlaying new lingerie.
She hadn't even enough time in her immediate course of action to change from the black three-inch stilettos she had planned for tonight's voyage to coruscant.
The sapphire oval necklace she frequented during those nights out and the earings to match heightened her eyes. She had dark brown, almost chestnut, colored hair that she loved to curl on a annual blue-moon- whereas two or three days out of the week the moon glowed a stunning blue on Tython- being her excuse.

"Come- on, where are you Bat?" she questioned the air around her. Tracing the signal of his comm-link- he must have it hidden on his person, theres no way any bounty hunters of this season wouldn't confiscate his personals. She look down at her yellow compact to check the time.

 

[Batty]

Tur'nala was already on course to the Inner Rim when she got the eye-opening signal. It was one form none other than Batvan, her husband. She was working a spice run to Anaxes when the signal came in. It was choppy and hard to understand, but it was clear enough that Bat was fishing for clues for his rescue.

"Get your....me.... But why the Bestine sec-....But the Republ...is sure.... *smack* ugghh!!!.... You can...harder than that... 5 of you....that...

It cut out after that, but that was all she needed. Bestine was a large planet in the Core Worlds outside of Coruscanti space, and wasn't far at all from where she was currently travelling. With a few changes to her destination coordinates she was in Bestinian space in less than a standard hour.

Tur wasn't very tech savvy, but she was smart enough to trace a comlink within a few parsecs of its last known coordinates. Now to find him in this open space...

 

[Veritas et Lux]

Misha's uneasiness was getting the best of her. Hesitant to open the maintenance door- yet she felt no life boyond the cold steel of the hatch. With a 'click-clack' of her heels upon the floor she made her way over and placed her hand to turn the latch. An umph was in demand for it to open steady- and before her she beheld the lighted hallway somewhere in the lower levels of engineering. Nobody was in sight, but she was sure a passing patrol would make way back rpund' to her soon.
Void of life for now though- she climbed from the garbage room and replaced the door to it's former state, blending in like the rest of the white walls.
She followed the shadows and stayed quiet, the force would be a mute for the heels were a ruckus in the silent present of machinery doing their job.

She followed round till' she hit the turbolift, lo a passer-by. An armoured man, no helmet attached though. for he most likely was just a patrol headed her way. As she slipped into the cold darkness of a nearby crevase she waited for him to pass before apprehending him by the throat- a vice grip to the inner of her elbow.
A few gasps and spitty gags from the squeamish man preluded his unconsciousness.
His credentials would be necessary to take the turbo-lift soaring upwards en route to whichever level Bat was most likely detained on- or at the least somewhere she could find a data terminal.

 

[Batty]

Tur romped around the sector for what felt like an eternity. She never really understood that cliche until now. Although the clock had only registered 1.5 standard hours, it felt like days had passed until she finally spotted an idle ship just outside of Bestinian space. Bestine was by no means a 'popular' planet, despite being in the core, and certainly wouldn't have traffic let alone stationary ship in its sector- this must be them, and if it isn't its as good a place as any to start. the ship was large, it was big enough to accommodate multiple levels, and even its own small-sized onboard hangar. She pulled The Breakneck in close and saw the hangar was still open, no seal or any shielding up to protect it. The slugs must have just docked and are prepping for their trip. She had to hurry.

A ship of that size must take several hours to prep for a trip, particularly a long and arduous one was going cross-galaxy. She pulled the ship into the hangar and examined her surroundings. There were 2 ships docked inside, and a small transport carrying 3 speeder bikes onboard wainting casually for departure. Tur was no stranger to this procedure. The Breakneck was not a small ship by any means and along with the other ships was hardly small enough to fit inside the hangar without causing a ruckus. She opener her docking ramp and departed her ship, sealing the entrance behind her. Carrying on her only what she standardly did- her twin blaster pistols, her vibroblade tucked in her boot, and a vibroknuckler, she ran headlong into the ship regardless of who actually owned or piloted it, and began searching for clues.

She wasn't dumb enough to try to signal Bat back. By the way he was talking he clearly wasn't publicly showing his comlink, and exposing it was bad enough- but exposing that help was on the way could be fatal. She took her first steps inside the inner doors of the vessel and began searching.

Upon her quiet search through the ship, she came across what appeared to be a mess hall. A small dinky kitchen suited for maybe 10 or so individuals was closed for the time, and everything was shut down for the night-everything except the access terminal. Some lazy deck hand forgot to shut the terminal down and left it bright and obvious to Tur. She entered the room being cautious that someone may be watching or heaven forbid stalking her. Accessing the computer she hastily navigated screen after screen- menu after menu and finally came to the floor plans and layouts. after scouring the display, she finally found her lead- in bright blue letters in a nice black box the screen showed DETAINMENT CELL on the 4th and top floor. That was her next stop. She exited the mess hall and ran straight towards the staircase down the hall from her current spot...

Who ever did this was going to pay- and NO ONE was going to stand in her way...

 

[Veritas et Lux]

She was on the midnight turbolift to- well... Anywhere.
She couldn't find Bat, but she would. She was determined to.

A hallowed Jedi, she was. Tales of infamy struck her through the halls- and the searing fire, the calm waters that were two flip sides of the same coin.
At it's stunted travels were cut short, the turbolift's doors swung ablaze in a frim attempt to apprehend Misha- but within the cavity there was noone. The emergency exit atop the lift was her escape. She could be on any level of the ship. Only through paranoia did she believe that she would never be caught- these were her waters.

"Never heard a man speak like this man before- Never heard a man speak like this man before, watch me now." The tune slipped through her head.
Goliath- by the naboo volta.

She tread in the shadows where darkness fear to tread waters so deep. Invisible was she through the force and invisible she would remain- away from the wide open. The cliche symbolism of light and dark pissed her off sometimes, but it was- whatever.

Amongst the darkness she found the light- the bright blue terminal recently... Carelessly abandoned.

An illustration was burnt into Misha's eyes. Containment black was only a couple of levels away- and strategically speaking, she hunched that the stairs would be her best bet.

Away she swept, silent into the night that was a ship prepping for passage..."

 

[Batty]

There wasn't time to lose. She needed to find Bat and she needed to find him now. The stairs certainly weren't going on as long as she thought they were- but dammit it felt like a long time. Every flight felt like another moment that could be Bat's last and every step felt like another breath towards his end. She knew Bat was strong, but the paranoia still exist and that's what bothered her more than anything.

She had finally reached the top floor and burst through the door with a blaster in hand now nearly panicked and ready to approach whatever may reside on the other side. Much to her relief, the hallway was empty. Lowering her weapon, she took a deep breath and got a bearing on her surroundings. There was the stairwell she just exited from, next to it looked like another similar stairwell, and across from her was the turbolift. The hallway continued down several meters before it took 90 degree turn- presumably towards the detainment cells. The other end of the hall continued down a few meters, but there was a simple fire extinguisher hanging on the wall and a maintenance closet across from her view.

She held her gun at the ready and starting walking down the hall when she heard a peculiar noise. It was that of someone running up the stairs from the adjacent stairwell. The figure sounded light, agile, and precise. Clearly not that of a thug or a merc, but still too light to be a ship hand. She had no idea who it was but if it wasn't her Batvan she wasn't interested...

Entering the stairwell she had just came from, drawing her weapon and waiting to spring who ever it was running up the stairs. No one was going to interfere with her rescue. NO ONE.