The group steps off of the ship and walks back towards their own ship with purpose. The fireball behind them alerts them to the fact that Taras' use of explosives was on the mark, that ship will not be flying soon, if ever, away from this planet.
Cardis nods to his allies and mounts the speeder racing off towards the capital city.
The three Sith lift off as the hour passes midnight intent on seeking out the Hutt's crash site.
As he prepares to leave on the Bloodfin, Cardis says, "Remember, use the cloaking device and fly low to avoid their scanners. Try not to draw too much attention."
Revving the speeder he takes off into the night, heading towards the capital.
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As the group gets into the ship, Praxis will ask. "So, we're looking for the Hutt now?" he asks. "He got anyone with him?"
Taras boards the ship with the others and moves to the cockpit, nodding once more to Cardis as the noble departs. He starts up the ship, activates the cloaking device, and takes off flying low. Similarly to Praxis's thinking, the Sith opens his feelings to the Force, searching for any signs of danger in each direction.
Endregaard - Night 2
Aboard the Scimitar - Praxis, Taras, Noss
Praxis seeks a connection to the force whether the excitement of the explosion or the presence on the planet he simply cannot get a feel for well anything.
Taras, a much more practiced wielder of the Dark Side is able to ascertain that east is indeed a poor choice. As for which way to go that is unclear as only east appears to lead to danger.
Endregaard - Night 2 into Day 3
Aboard the Bloodfin
Cardis whips through the forest confidently despite the breakneck speeds at which he races reaching his destination as the sun rises.
A dark haze hangs over Tel Bollin - a lingering reminder of countless burned bodies and homesteads. You pass smoldering wreckage in outlying areas as you continue towards the center of the city. The air smells like ashes, and the rising smoke stings the eyes.
Taras searches the Force for signs of danger, but finding only what they already knew, he frowns and takes control of the ship again. "Let's start to the west, and sweep north and south from there. We'll find something."
"Got it." Praxis acknowledges. Turning to the ship sensors.
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Endregaard - Day 3
Aboard the Scimitar - Praxis, Taras, Noss
Night turns to day as the crew flies west seeking signs of the crash site of the Hutt. The scanners pick up no readings of the ship nor do you have en encounter with any CSA IRDs.
Endregaard - Outskirts Day 3
Cardis Rin
You awake unmolested towards the late morning. After a quick meal you can head into town.
Taras continues piloting until he's fairly certain there's nothing this way. Stifling a yawn, he turns to the others, seeing them similarly fatigued. "Maybe we should rest, at least one or two of us. Enter a trance for a few hours, mull things over while we regain our strength. We can even take shifts on piloting while the others meditate."
Considering the city before him, Kalus decides to start in the northern part of the city, then work his way south.
Noss pinches the top of his nose, nodding, "Rest will be good. A good mulling over is never to be missed." he says with a smile.
"Even with the cloak, we wouldn't want to be taken unawares. Find us a nice secluded spot, Tara."
"I can take second shift while you rest." Praxis says, rubbing his eyes.
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"Seclusion? Let's just keep flying. I'll be okay for a little while longer, Praxis can take over when I need some rest."
Endregaard - Day 3
Aboard the Scimitar - Praxis, Taras, Noss
Endregaard - Tel Bollin -- Afternoon Day 3 - North Side
Cardis Rin
You work your way on foot through the city, taking cover when you hear a swoop gang looming nearby. This city is a disaster. The administration, if there is any left, is certainly not keeping the northern section of the city safe to be sure.
As you make your way, a sign on a building catches your eye, Skydove Freight.
Endregaard - Afternoon Day 3 - Somewhere West of Tel Bollin
The ship is on auto pilot and the crew is nearly coming out of their forced induced slumber when the alarms go off alerting you to the approach of an enemy ship!
Luckily, the fighter merely streaks by your position...
Roused from his meditations, Noss rushes to the cockpit to see the fighter swoop by. He checks the sensors to see if the vessel was turning about....but no, it continued on its way.
Turning to smile at the others, "Wonderful thing, this cloaking technology."
Settling back into the co-pilot's chair, he says "Let's continue on our previous path, that Hutt's ship must be around here..."
Taras also rouses from his meditation, and takes the controls quickly, as he was simply resting in the cockpit. As the other ship simply passes by, he unclenches the hand he didn't know was gripping a control, and looks to Noss. "Agreed. Let's continue the sweep."
Praxis will look up from their sensors, glancing at his comrades. "Single ship, not much to worry about." he reports.
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Recognizing the company, Cardis pauses, considering his next move. Realizing that, at the very least, there may be information as to the Hutt's whereabouts in there, he dirties himself up and surreptitiously, yet carefully studies the building.
Endregaard - Day 3 - Mid-Day - Somewhere North of Tel Bollin
As you sweep North you appear to be seeing more of the same from this area as you did in the west.
Endregaard - Tel Bollin -- Afternoon Day 3 - North Side - Skydove Freight
As you case the building there does not appear to be anyone inside. You do again hear the sound of swoop bikes and screaming in the distance.
"Noss, would you run the sensor suite for me? I'm good with upkeep, not so much with actually running the routines." He turns to Praxis. "It also occurs to me you might want to take over as pilot, since I'm guessing you have more skill at this. I guess I'll just wait until we find something to kill, hmm?"
Noss frowns at the display, nodding to Taras, not satisfied himself with the resolution. He fiddles with some knobs and switches, hunched over the controls. Finally, he sits back and shrugs, "Can't find anything of interest."
Drawing his blaster, Cardis cautiously moves to the door and tests it to see if it's open. If so, he'll quickly open it, slip in, and close it. He then turns and surveys the room.
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Taras looks over the controls, but he can't make heads or tails of how to really use them. "Sorry, like I said, not very good at this."
Endregaard - Day 3 - Afternoon - Somewhere North of Tel Bollin
You spend hours surveying the desolate landscape of Endregaard. Your search reveals nothing at all. Flora and fauna but nothing of value.
Endregaard - Tel Bollin -- Afternoon Day 3 - North Side - Skydove Freight
You enter through a forced open side door. It is clear that the building has been ransacked. Much the same as what took place in the outpost you investigated if it was portable and had value it has been taken away.
Broken datapads and chips are scattered about the room. A wide area of the room was set up with a dais that appears to have been a second floor which was not original and is relatively new construction. The dais is littered with several blankets.
Along that same back wall scrawled in large red paint graffiti is the following phrase:
Fallen Warrior
Well, I at least found where the Hutt's hideout was.
It was obvious looking around that there was nothing left of value, but Cardis didn't particularly care about the credits. He wanted the Hutt. Considering, Cardis carefully examined the room, searching for signs of where the Hutt could have gone.
Noss slams his fist down on the console, "Blast it all, nothing. Go around again Taras. I'll try to re-calibrate this piece of kriffing junk."
He begins to use a second set of controls, fine tuning the sensor suite , tightening it's signal detectors...
"Its possible they took an unexpected path." Praxis brings up the rare possibility that they were outsmarted.
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"Are you sure you're working this right, Noss? I thought this dial had to be a little more to the right..."
Endregaard - Day 3 - Afternoon into Evening - Somewhere North of Tel Bollin
The afternoon draws into the evening. This time you are sure that the ship did not crash up here. Your sensors though do pick up a small anomaly. There is something there on the surface but you will have to land to discover what it is.
Endregaard - Tel Bollin -- Afternoon Day 3 - North Side - Skydove Freight
A further search of the warehouse reveals nothing else of interest.
Certainly the writing on the wall had some meaning to someone, time will tell whether Cardis can decipher what it is trying to tell those who look upon it.
Noss blinks as he watches the land scrolling by, both outside the viewport but also on the sensor array. He's about to raise his hands in surrender and possibly wreck the whole cockpit with his lightsaber, when a small ping from the sensors attracts his attention.
Leaning forward, he makes a tiny adjustment, "What do we have here.... he says, pointing at the indicator, "There, we go there...
"Is it the ship?" Taras frowns at the readouts and looks to his companions. "Looks like just some... thing. Still worth checking out. Set us down." With that, Taras moves down to the landing ramp and puts his helmet back on, only hoping a little for a fight.
Praxis will file out of the ship quietly, letting the bounty hunter take the lead.
Disappointed at not finding further information, he considers the phrase painted on the wall. It could be a red herring, but they couldn't leave any stone unturned. He thought about whether that phrase referred to a cantina on the planet, or a ship, or perhaps a story or ballad enjoyed by the Hutt.
Endregaard - Day 3 - Afternoon into Evening - Somewhere North of Tel Bollin
As you circle the spot where you found a reading you can see that you have discovered a mining operation and it is still active!
You land, with the cloaking device still enabled and no one at the site seems to realize that you have arrived.
Endregaard - Tel Bollin -- Afternoon Day 3 - North Side - Skydove Freight
The turn of phrase brings nothing to mind.