Ask Event Deepest Dark

[Kyssiara Serket]

Team Doctor
Kyssiara could sense the mysterious Pureblood crystal-bandit's excitement and energy radiating off him through the Force as she and the mechanic, gave chase, soon joined by the white-haired medic who she'd thought stayed behind. This guy was having fun, acting as if this was some kind of game? Pureblood or not, the acolyte was not in the mood some drawn-out chase. Certainly not when there were a trio of Sith champions, including her own master, blaming her for events going awry so early.

The group ran onto one of many walkways crossing over a massive open pit, coming to a stop as the wannabe tomb raider spun around and threatened them all with a lightwhip while yelling something in Sith about the crytsal belonging in a museum. Kyssiara was halfway through weaving a hand sign in response when the pale-looking guy of all people blasted the Pureblood with a perfectly-aimed stun bolt. She turned to look at the medic with an expression of slight shock on her face as he doubled down and threatened the bandit with... something? Whatever it was, it appeared to be her job to translate for the group as the only other Pureblood there.

<My friend here's a crack shot, ya don't wanna test him!> Kyssiara shouted to the Pureblood in their shared native language. <This vial of...> she paused, trying to not just translate but understand what the doctor had said. <...medicine stuff is quite dangerous, but we don't wanna hurt you. We need that crystal ta leave, you can put it in a museum after we're gone.> The acolyte took a slow step forward, hands extended and ready to draw on the Force to react to any sudden movements the other Pureblood might make. <Why don't ya just roll that crystal over here and we can all get outta here without anyone gettin' hurt?>

Kyssiara was lying, of course. She didn't know who this guy was, but she fully intended on finding out once the crystal was safely secured—and removing the lose end once she had.

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[Nye]

Team Professor — "I have a pretty good idea. I'll lead the way" Nye said to the Fiani woman. The kid seems very scared, is crying. Maybe Nye would try and help, he would face the child and then try to re-assure it. "Hello there. All is going to be okay." he said looking at the half-Sith child. "Why are you here?" he would ask. It wasn't enough to re-unite them with their parents, but what they need to do is get to the bottom of this mystery.

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[Cipher Four]

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___As the child noticed Four's tail and crept closer, she smiled disarmingly. She remained motionless as the youth grasped at her tail and stroked it.

___"Are you feeling better, little one?" Four inquired, watching the starstruck child gently squeeze and pet her tail. The girl took it into her arms and clutched it to her chest, peering up at Four with tear-stained eyes. The Cipher's heart of stone crumbled at the sight, her features softening. She reached out to the child slowly, tucking her hands beneath the girl's arms to raise her up and lay her against her chest, allowing the kid to keep ahold of her tail.

___"You poor thing," Four murmured. "Máthair," she continued, trying to imitate the word the girl was wailing moments ago. "We'll find your máthair. You're safe with us." Four smiled at the child in her arms, gently stroking the back of her head with her palm. The half-Sith buried her face in the Cipher's tail, squeezing it in her arms again. She peered up past the wall of fluff at Nye (@The Good Doctor) and stared apprehensively at him. Four turned about-face to look at Nye, eliciting a quiet sigh.

___"I don't think she understands us," she said. "I can only assume 'máthair' means 'mother,' and that's a shot in the dark at best. I don't think she'll be able to tell us anything," Four continued. She looked at the girl again, still smiling sweetly. "Do you know what we're saying?" she inquired slowly, brushing a lock of hair out of the child's face. "What is your name?" she added, gently tapping the tip of her finger against the girl's nose.

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[Iymril]

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Iymril glanced over to the Doctor as the Chiss offered their praise. The massive Sephi simply gazed at him impassively, their expression unreadable. Steadily, they would simply give a slow, measured nod of their head.

“I will take the course hours.” Iymril stated plainly. They of course ignored the genetically and mentally inferior Anfynn entirely.

Who knows what they could use them for, but free college education hours were better than nothing. Plus, Iymril was interested in what was taught at traditional institutions. So they would be the eternal student.

After that Iymril’s gaze would return to the other consoles, they would make their way to the first one they could reach. They’d begin the process they’d just done once again. Their aim would be to get as complete of a map as they could have the facility. With that, they’d be able to plot routes if they needed to escape, with the group in tow or not.

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[Theia Durand]

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Theia grinned as the droid tended to take its attention to herself and the larger Sith (@Akheron), allowing for the others slip past and pursue their mystery thief. Her gaze returned to the droid as her attention was drawn to the weaponized arm that was now picking her as its newest target, "Someone didn't program you with a learning matrix..." she hummed. Swiftly the padawan moved out of the path of the chaingun that seemed to halt and creak under the tension of some opposing force. Even as close she as she was, Theia could still feel the heat of the weapons lasers as they past her and aimed at the sith who was trying to grasp its weapon in place.

Though, what they didn't also need was this security vessel to make another chaotic mess of the generator as it tried to put an end to the Sith with one shot after another, and instead of backing away and going on the defense, Theia moved forward. She would keep to the corner' of the droid, in case it decided to swing its weaponed arm to herself, she would make it keep moving in order to get an accurate aim. It was certainly a dance of a different kind, it was natural and yet she remained mindful of her own self and what was happening around her. The teen's vibroblade ignited as she swung her weapon, a backhanded low swing to the metal leg opposite to its arm. She hoped it would be enough to through it off balance and for the Sith to give it a finishing blow.

Dice roll = 11/20

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[Azathoth]

Azathoth was glad the backpackers didn’t open fire on her as she rejoined the group. It would have been a shame to have to kill them all without first finding out who they were and what this place was.

She arrived just in time to watch the tentacle-mouthed Jedi do.. Whatever it was that he was doing. She regarded him with a quirked eyebrow but said nothing, not wanting to interrupt whatever might be going on in case - much to her own surprise - it actually ended up being useful.

Something in the back of Aza’s mind was telling her that all of this shit just wasn’t adding up. They were missing too much information, too much context. They needed to get a move on and actually figure some shit out instead of wasting time.

She ignored that feeling for now, hoping that the Jedi would be able to waylay her anxiety and tell them something useful soon.

 

[Kaedan]

While the professor translated, Kaedan waited patiently to hear what was next. He wasn't scared on being shot since the people didn't seem ready to shoot by accident. Their leader had lowered her blaster from them in order to communicate which was a great thing. When the professor translated that the people wanted proof, Kaedan nodded.

The young knight sat on the floor and used the force to levitate his lightsaber. He separated all of the parts with the force before putting it back together. He then stood back up and smiled. "Let's hope that would be enough to convince them that we come in peace."
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[The Gatekeeper]

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There was a moment, where Alhazred reached into the minds of those in front of him with the Force. They had half been expecting him to do something similar so while there was some hesitancy to let him access their minds, there was only a moment's pause before he was able to reach in and transmit the visions he was trying to show them before speaking directly into their minds.

He was 'thinking' in Galactic Basic but before his senses, he would be able to feel it as it naturally shifted to a language that they were more comfortable with. Those Force sensitive in the area would be able to feel it as Alhazred's message was translated first from Galactic Basic, then to an accent of Basic that was known to be from people who grew up around the Tion Cluster.

Then, finally, that accent grew thicker and thicker until it was a different language entirely - one that was now mostly comprehensible to the group as a whole.

"Ceart go leor... is cuma leat je'daii. Tá na finscéalta fíor.

Unlike before, the group wouldn't need The Professor to translate for them as it was able to be broadcast by Alhazred acting like a kind of telepathic beacon so everyone would be able to understand it. Granted, it still 'sounded' like Tionese-accented Basic but still. As the group by the door were making breakthroughs with communication, there was still the matter of the child.

One of the women was still being retrained by the others as the leader seemed to adjust the grip on their weapon before making a proposal.

"Fágfaimid anois. Ach caithfidh tú an leanbh a thabhairt ar ais chuig a máthair."

As the proposal was being made, Kaala's droid would whistle to her in binary. Through the legs of the assembled civilians, the little droid was able to pull off a medium-distance scan of the room they were in. Specifically how the central console appeared to be a regulator console for a powerful generator - just like the one they needed to redirect power to the main spire of the station.

While Azathoth was re-joining this main group, she would feel a brush against her mind as the translating telepathy tried to reach out to her. As she was feeling this, however, she would be able to notice that one of the civilians inside the generator room seemed to be staring straight at her - and what would immediately catch her eye was that the person was registering as someone with the Dark Side watching them, a trained user of the Dark Side who was watching her, his human eyes yellowed and unblinking.

Likewise, Kaedan would feel the translating telepathy coming through loud and clear, his understanding of the language coming along in leaps and bounds if he allowed his fellow Jedi into his mind. Just as with the others, Kaedan would be able to sense the urgency within the mother in the group to return to her side.

Meanwhile, Nye would be able to understand more and more of what the child was saying as she started to regale them with a tale in the mile-a-minute kind of conversation that only young children could really do.

"Bhí mé i bhfolach mar gheall ar na haláraim ach ansin bhí mo mháthair sa seomra gineadóra cheana féin agus ansin... agus ansin... agus ansin bhí tú anseo!"

As a non-force sensitive, Four's own understanding and connection with the translation assistance that Alhazred's telepathy had provided was more limited. Rather than understanding the majority of the quick-fire chatting like Nye was able to, Four would be able to pick out different words but not the whole thing - not unless she was willing to lower her mental defences to learn at least.

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With his dominant arm hanging limp by his side, the Sith Pureblood stared back across the bridge, his eyes not the typical red or yellow of their race. Instead they were dark, perhaps black but most likely a dark brown. Still, they widened in shock and fright as Rowan drew out a small vial.

His free hand clutched the power crystal tightly to his chest, clearly needing to press it tighter to stop the shaking that seemed to have started.

When Rina started to speak to him, the unknown adventurer eyed her but his eyes kept darting back and forth between her and the vial held in Rowan's hands. He was paying attention to her but it was clear that there was a visceral fear to what he believed Rowan was holding - but still he responded to Rina, not certain if she wasn't going to be just as deadly a threat as Rowan had proven himself to be.

"J'us. Tu Tariam Gresti Mus right: Su Anas Siundiz! kintalkis Kash Nenx Lot: Ginklas - Zhol Kash Lot: Prazutis!"

His eyes moved again, leaving Rina and Rowan to focus on Kyssiara. There was a moment where he seemed to light up with understanding before, slowly, as Kyssiara spoke, his face became more and more incredulous. In the end the Sith just looked between the trio like they were literally insane.

"... Aras j'us Delsus? j'us Byloti Kais Lot: Berniuk, Kuris Mokijas j'us? j'us Setup Zudyti Savimi Nuo Mokslas j'us Mazo Nustikas." he declared bluntly before letting out a small sigh and slowly kneeling down, placing the crystal on the ground, keeping a hand on it, "Loimisa Tave Prazutis Ax Nu Valia Chwit Sis Je'as Tave Jena'tes."

Further back, by the generator itself, the droid seemed to take a moment to right itself even as it sprayed death in the direction of Trodai, forcing the Sith to dodge to avoid being shot full of holes. With his distraction, the Force allowed the droid to move its arm entirely unrestricted and it did so - moving its aim to the Jedi, starting up the fire on Theia, sending a trio of bolts barrelling towards her while she was running and dodging, none of them landing, before Trodai was in position and leapt into the fray with his lightsaber.

Unlike what the Sith was likely expecting, the lightsaber cut cleanly into and through the optics - before it seemed to hit a snag at the armoured chest portion. Instead of slicing cleanly through, Trodai would feel a sudden pressure against his grip on the lightsaber hilt that would almost threaten to take it from his hands when the lightsaber hit the edge of the armour and its progress slowed to a crawl.

It was akin to trying to stab a lightsaber through layers of durasteel far thicker than the armour on display here.

Blinded, the droid tried a sweeping arm gesture in Trodai's general direction even as its gun-arm began to fire randomly, the barrels heating up quickly as blasts went everywhere. The addition of Theia's vibroblade strike to its vulnerable knees was enough to send it veering off to one side, sinking to one knee as it did so. One of them slammed into the observatory glass but succeeded only in a small crack as The Doctor watched.

What was, however, more alarming was that one of the blasts clipped the generator, steam billowing from it as one of the coolant connections was severed. The Doctor cursed, having made a mental note to add the colleague credits to Caerllion and Iymril later - back when they were in the Galaxy again.

"Iymril, Caerllion - we need to shut down the flow of coolant to that part of the generator. Can either of you get access? And someone, for the love of the Gods, please throw some lightning down the droid's now cut-open head unit?!"

Spoiler: Tionese Accented Basic

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

At first Trodai was happy, revelling in the moment and the excitement of the combat. This was what he lived for. Although it quickly turned to annoyance and anger as the lightsaber hit a problem when it sliced through the optics and made its way towards the torso, catching at th chest portion. Feeling the pressure threatening to take his lightsaber, he took it out, dis-engaging and attempted a different tactic now the droid was blind. Unable to see it appeared to be firing randomly. Hoping to hit anything.

They needed to end it quickly, before it caused more damage he noted as the droid damaged the generator in some way as it carried on. The longer they did the more damage would be done he imagined. The more it went into the more rage Trodai felt, no he wouldn't let the droid best him. It was more difficult than expected but he wasn't about to let it win. He was a Sith.

Heading Doctor Lile yell out he heeded the call. And in that moment of rage, anger and wrath he felt the call of the Dark Side, and His rage increased until he could no longer contain it. At a droid trying to beat him. And so he attempted to aim for the cut open optics and the head, as he moved to a better position on the right, a hole burnt into his hand as for the first time lightning unleashed in a torrent of red energy that crackled and shot from his fingertips. when the medic returned he would need to see to it probably but for now he had other priorities. His eyes were a midnight black as it happened.

He saw how it managed to destroy and disable the weapon arm of the droid, as the beam tube cannon became inoperable. As the internals were cooked by his lightning and yet the droid refused to die. Leaving the droid flailing about but unable to shoot. It was very close, he was sure of it. It just needed a extra nudge, perhaps the Jedi or another would oblige.

Spoiler: Action - Roll to disable droid with Force Lightning with Advantage

D20: 10
D20: 9

 

[Alhazred]

The moment Alhazred began to understand the woman was both exhilarating and confusing. How in the Force was such an accent so thick? Still, It was progress. And he partially recognized the accent now. He remembered his days on Yag'Dhul as a mathematician of the Givin Body Calculus. There was an eccentric and frequent spacer who often had wild tales of the void that Alhazred listened to out of fascination if not for the tales themselves, then just the unique way of talking.

Ah, child...so you were right Togruta Alhazred continued in telepathic while lowering his hands from his head slowly. He didn't realize how tired his arms were getting just from holding them up so long. He shot a glance towards the others and sent a telepathic message to everyone who would recieve him if possible.

If anyone can locate a missing child, we may have a better time earning these people's trust.

If anyone else needed to ask these people any questions, now would probably be a good time to start while Alhazred was helping telepathically.

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[Rina Oziaf]

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Rina looked between Kyssiara (@René) and the stranger, her broad ears twitching slightly. There was almost no way she could be more on edge, but the alien syllables were managing it.

"Okay what language is that? I kinda wanna know what's going on here, seeing as I'm between you two!"

Rina, in spite of what others might have assumed, was no slouch when it came to languages; she could understand Binary, of course, if not speak it, and next to its complexity organic languages were fairly easy. Whatever language the two red-skinned humanoids were conversing in, however, was making the Tintinna's fur bristle.

She watched with interest, however, as the stranger set down the crystal. Good.

"Okay. Okay... no need for mutual threats. Dammit what do you speak?!"

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[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

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Caerllion watched the fight happening. He was wondering why the group down there still didn’t destroy that droid. Really, they seemed to be playing around with it rather than trying to bring it down. Perhaps there should be more help for them, even he had believed that Trodai would have been enough to deal with it.

He turned his attention away from the fight when he heard the Doctor talk. “I can do that.” Caerllion said, before going to work on it. He went to shut down the coolant to the generator, leaving it ready for the arrival of the crystal. The Annfyn was still surprised that this system was so simple.

The Annfyn turned to look at Iymril, expecting them to do their part.

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[Nye]

Team Professor —Well, this is weird, he would turn towards the Fiani lady, and then relay what the child said to her as he understands it. Somehow between there two speaking in different languages, they are able to understand each other and vice versa. He was taken aback by this momentarily, not sure how this is working. But if this is a thing that is happening, he would take advantage and try to push forward - so to speak - in communicating and getting to the bottom of this.

So there were some sort of alarms he guessed. The alarms are probably what turned the a busy marketplace - and perhaps more of the ring-station - into a total ghost town. "Hmmm, do you know what triggered the alarms?" he asked, and would then pause. In either event. "We can help you get to your mother. It's safe" he would look to the sides and confirm there are no threats. "Uh, what is your name again?"

Then Nye heard a voice in his head, it sounded like the squid-faced Jedi. How is that? Is he using the Force or something. But yes, it is looking like they are missing their child, as Nye thought. Although he isn't sure on how to reply back.

Suffice it to say, if the child was ready to depart, Nye would be fine escorting the child where the others were at.

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[Kyssiara Serket]

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Kyssiara quirked an eyebrow ridge at the Pureblood's fear of something called Kintalkis; it wasn't what the white-haired doctor had threatened the bandit with, but all the better if he believed it was something truly dangerous. His comment about her accent seemed unnecessary, but at least the man put the crystal on the ground.

Rina's (@AutoFox) irritated demand to know what was being said drew Kyssiara's attention away from the other Pureblood for a moment, and she regarded the Tintinna with a confused expression for a few seconds. Only then did it dawn on her that outside of the Sith Order the wider galaxy had little conception of the Sith as a species, let alone their language. Hells, there was a good chance the doctor and the mouse creature thought she was some kind of Zeltron subspecies.

"We're speakin' our native tongue." Kyssiara explained in Basic, a clear matter-of-fact tone in her voice. "Ur-Kittât. Ancient Sith." The acolyte's golden eyes seemed to flash as she specified, hoping it might scare Rina out of asking any more questions.

"You." the Pureblood continued, pointing towards the doctor (@Sreeya) with surprisingly accurate aim. "He wants ya to put away the sickness vial or else he's gonna roll the crystal over the edge."

Kyssiara's attention flipped back to the other Pureblood, eyeing him cautiously as she tried to read his intentions. <I'll have ya know I speak perfectly fine.> she retorted with an air of pride. <But why don't ya just roll that crystal back to us real slow now, got it?> Truthfully, the girl fully expected the man to pull some sort of stunt to escape with his prize intact; as such, she was already gathering the Force around the crystal and intended to pull it to her hand should he make any move besides her direction.

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[Rowan Allaird]

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Rowan made himself look less threatening and waited for the Pureblood to roll the crystal over.

 

[Kaala]

Kaala started at the sound of the little alien's voice in her head. Stupid Jedi telepathy, she grumbled internally and then immediately realized how rude that must sound since the Jedi was listening to her thoughts. Well, too late now. Slowly, cautiously, the Togruta stood, lowering her hands. As she did so, she discreetly disarmed her Whistling Birds. Best to keep those hidden. Suddenly, Vaze beeped at her. Vaze has detected that the central console is in control of a generator. It will allow a redirection of power to the spire, She telepathically alerted the Jedi.
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[Theia Durand]

Theia was just as surprised to see the Sith's saber stop midway through the droid as it hit thicker durasteel. The glow of molten steel could be seen through the other side, but cutting through it quickly proved...ineffective. Though they would have bigger problems as the droid toppled over, the damage seemingly having no effect on its weapons. Fair enough...but annoying as Theia dodged to the left and down to avoid become fried by the desperately malfunctioning droid.

It was then she felt a sudden chill, it crawled down her spine and danced all the way to her finger tips, the Sith (@Akheron) that she was fighting beside unleashed a barrage of lightning. Theia had never come face to face with the ability, no doubt she heard about it, but to see the power behind it as he aimed for the droid's weapon arm was something entirely different. She felt her jaw agape and she physically pushed her chin to make sure it would shut all the way and not appear to be so naive to his ability. She shook her head and readied her weapon. They weren't out of the clear as Theia remembered the weakness of the droid being its joints when she took her blade through its knee. So Theia went for the gun arm after the Sith attacked, bringing her vibroblade through its shoulder joint and trying to avoid any other joints that could be flailing about.

By this point she and the red guy were going to be curb kicking this hunk of junk to get it to stop functioning. Which she was ready to commit to doing in order to prevent it from causing any additional damage.

Roll- d20 = 11/20

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[Cipher Four]

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___As the child gesticulated and babbled wildly, it took everything Four could muster to follow along with the conversation. She blinked and followed the movements as closely as possible, her ears flagging and twitching erratically as she observed. An inevitable headache started to well up in the front of her head, at least until Nye (@The Good Doctor) stepped in and began effectively translating by making his line of inquiries. Her insensitivity to the Force prevented her from adequately hearing and processing Alhazred's (@Narzen) translation.

___"I'm glad you have an easier time understanding her than I do," Four chuckled. She gave the girl another reassuring stroke of her hair as Nye assured her she was safe. "He's right. We'll help you find your mother. I promise."

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[Kaedan]

Kaedan could finally understand what was being communicated to them, courtesy of Alhazred's telepathy. It was rather refreshing to understand them, considering the fact that they were pulling at straws and going by partial translations before. The weight of the missing child was projected and he empathized with the mother.

"We will ensure that your child be safely returned. I did sense a crying child earlier. Perhaps other members of our group have already located them. Regardless, we will do whatever it is we can to reunite you." He telepathically communicated.

As Kaedan faced the group, he noticed a change in the force. There was a dark side presence here and it was clouding the light. While that may be unsettling, he understood that making a scene was not the way to go. Right now, the important thing was reuniting the mother with her child. There would be a time to address the dark sider later.
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[The Gatekeeper]

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None of the civilians seemed to mind that Alhazred has lowered his arms from his position of surrender so the Professor did the same. No blasters were aimed and no voices were raised so it seemed that the locals had decided to allow them to relax a little bit. The Professor wasted no time in pulling out a datapad and tapping away at it, adding notes in his own short-hand as he experienced the language unfurling in his mind.

"Absolutely fascinating... it seems that telepathic communication will help us bypass the language barrier and, even, identify the language used!" he declared with an excited little noise, "I think we are the first people from our Galaxy to hear this language in almost ten, no, twenty thousand years!"

The little historian was abuzz.

While Kaala and her droid were relaying mission-critical information to their Jedi companions, both Jedi were promising to reunite mother with child. There was some scepticism from the assembled crowd of civilians - but it was to be expected. They had gone from "scary invaders" to helpful in a moment of translated clarity after all.

"Go raibh maith agat je'daii."

Still, there were some within the crowd who seemed against the agreement. One, in particular, seemed to be oozing with the Dark Side but the Jedi weren't able to identify which one it was. Azathoth, however, would be able to see who it was as they were doing their best to maintain eye contact with her, with an intensity that made it uncertain if they weren't trying to stare a hole right through the centre of her forehead.

But still, whatever they were attempting to do with the Force didn't seem to be connecting at all. The Dark Side user seemed to realise this and their presence in the Force began to shrink away to almost nothing as they reigned in the Dark Side.

Nye, Four and the child were making their way closer to the group, engrossed in conversation. Well, the young child was talking and both Nye and Four were doing their best to parse what was said - they looked like a couple that was trying to understand their sugar-high child explain a story; slightly bewildered but listening regardless.

"Dúirt Máthair gur long í nár aithin aon duine í. she answered Nye before smiling wider, "Áine is ainm dom!"

Before they could get too far, however, Aine spotted the woman that had been held back by the other civilians and she bolted forward - escaping the grip of the two as she launched herself happily towards her mother. Said mother broke away from the group of civilians to sweep her up in her arms - the two of them crying tears of joy as they quickly chatted to each other in their native language.

Behind the mother, the civilians took this as the sign that things were alright and began to leave the room. Almost fifty of them had been crammed in behind the front row of people with blasters and they exited now, giving the newcomers a wide berth. The leader of the group shuffled slightly before gesturing behind them towards the now empty room.

"Is leatsa an seomra go léir. Measaim go gcaithfidh tú dul níos doimhne isteach sa stáisiún - bain úsáid as an ríomhaire ansin agus ligfidh sé duit an chumhacht a bhogadh leat."

True to their word, the room seemed to contain a single console at a central pillar. Beyond that, the other exits to the room seemed to be locked down.

"Gaotha cothrom."

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Racked by lightning, twitching in a manner almost living, the droid was weakened beyond the point that it could truly be considered operational. At this point it was only a matter of time before it ran itself down, flailing around like a distressed turtle would only bring its end about faster at this point. With the slicing of Theia's weapon through its already weakened joint, the droid crashed onto its front and tried, weakly, to right itself before the sparking energy leaving through the newly opened "ports" on its gun shoulder joint was too much.

Slowly, it began to power down, growing still as it 'died'.

Back within the control centre, the Doctor let out a small sigh of relief as the coolant issue was resolved. It would be for the best if they were able to get the power working quickly - he didn't know what was going on back on the Wildcard but he didn't imagine it was good.

"Thank you, Master Caerllion." he said with a brief nod, pushing his glasses up his nose, "I appreciate your... hmm. That is bad. Oh gods but that is not good..."

His praise trailed off halfway through though as he caught sight of the console that Iymril was working with. Unlike Caerllion's, it wasn't the picture of health. Instead it seemed to have started some kind of shutdown countdown due to recognising the lack of the power crystal. It wasn't going to blow up - he was pretty sure - but having the generator they needed shutting down entirely was, perhaps, even less helpful.

Still, they mustn't panic.

"Miss Theia - would you be so kind as to collect the crystal from our advance group? The generator appears to be, ah, over-reacting over its absence."

Over with the advance team, the strange Sith Pureblood gazed across the distance at Rowan - too terrified to tear his eyes from the Doctor. Rowan was trying his best to look non-threatening and the Pureblood was simply not buying it. To his eyes, Rowan was a highly skilled assassin and his current cover as some mild-mannered man was nothing but a paper-thin ruse.

And he refused to fall for it.

Instead, he was going to do everything he could to appease the man and do his best to exit the stage as quickly as possible - while he still retained his limbs. Even if one of them was still functionally uselessly from the stun blast. Shaking slightly, he rolled the crystal in the direction of the trio, his working hand up to show that he was unarmed and meant no harm. Instead he was backing away slowly.

""J'us Zinot Nenx Mokijas Savimi Tave Khutrai? Isar Tau Byloti Auotamas?" he shook his head, reaching out towards Kyssiara with the Force, tapping gently at her mental shielding, his fear making the probe incredibly light, "Anga Dvasi - Ar Mes Akis, Nu Gal Moketi Tave Khutrai. J'us Galez Svies Kia Byloti Verciau Vi Duobe'."

He was at the bargaining stage now - this trio of strangers from outside the station were far more than he was ready to reckon with so it was time to be as helpful as possible so that they would let him leave in peace. He just wanted to get back to the museum in one piece.

Spoiler: Tionese Accented Basic