Mooring Station and Starship Facilities

The YT-2000, Cheveyo, slid inside one of the many docking bays of High Port, its landing gear descending as it touched down. The ship let out a groan of strain as the weight of the vessel was placed entirely on the landing struts, while inside, Pago was preparing for his departure.

He realized that at the moment his appearance didn't really matter much. His white, hooded jacket was torn and dirty. His denim trousers covered in splotches of dried mud and old blood. The hilt of his lightsaber was chipped and nicked. Regardless, how he looked bore no effect on who he was. If he were to be rejected solely on the fact that he looked disheveled and down-trodden, than the Dark Jedi were not for him either.

Pago ran a hand through his dark, short hair, wondering just what it was that awaited him on Muunilinst. Again, that fear began to well up inside him, the fear of the unknown. Once more, he tried to suppress it, to take hold of it, recognizing the emotion for what it was.

Fear kept him alive. Fear was good. Being afraid, however, was nothing but weakness, and something he could not tolerate. When he felt that scared sensation making itself present, he always proceeded to get hold of it and reign it in, that he may still be able to function. There was no use to even living if he was too scared to act in a given situation, after all.

Locking his navicomputer so that the ship could not take off while he was away, Pago pressed a button that lowered the boarding ramp and began his descent.

They said someone would meet him here. Hopefully, the welcome was friendly.

If not, well ... He had dealt with that before.

The doors to the Starship Facility at Moring Station split open and springing forth from them are six armed guards of the Army of the Dark Jedi Order. In between the armed guards filing at a 2 by 2 formation was Captain Xara a female human hybrid from Tattooine. She had a cold exterior about her that was interestingly mixed with features that were incredibly pleasing to the eyes.

She came towards Pago stopping no more than seven feet from the man and looked at him harshly before she spoke. The guards ever at the ready for any unpleasant visitors watched Pago, particularly his hands.

=Captain Xara=

"I am Captain Xara of the 14th infantry of the Army of the Dark Jedi Order. What brings you to Muunilinst?"

So much for hello ...

Pago sized up his welcome wagon as best he could. From what he could observe, they were none too happy at his presence and would probably have little reserve in gunning him down for merely saying the wrong thing. The woman, in particular, regarded him with ice more cold than the surface of Hoth.

" What brings me here," Pago answered slowly, " Is the Order you serve. It's taken me many years, but I've come to find that the Dark Jedi call this world 'home'. I seek to do the same."

He was direct and formal in his approach: no dancing around the fire on this one. Pago knew what he wanted, and whether these people would give it to him, well, that was their choice. Regardless, he was tired of searching, tired of always being turned away. This was his final stop: either he was accepted, turned away from the Dark Jedi entirely, or killed.

There were no alternatives, not anymore.

Captain Xara nodded at Pago and gave a look that conveyed that she impressed with him. She preferred the no non-sense approach to political and social gladhanding and insincere flattery anyday.

"I cannot say that your visit will be a welcomed one for the Dark Jedi, on the whole, are a reclusive lot but we can see about securing you an audience."

She pushed her com link and was connected to the Immortal Dark Jedi Captain Dasos. The Immortals were an elite corp of Dark Jedi soldiers, silent in their killing on the battlefield and always draped in apparel that hid their faces, they were a scary bunch. After the conversation with Captain Dasos, Captain Xara looked to Pago and relied the instructions.

"You are clear to find your way down to Harnaidan. There is a skyhook that is located here on High Port that you can find and from there you can find a ferry to shuttle you over to Mariunhus. To insure that you are not bothered or...killed.."

She jerked her head towards two of the soldiers

"These two will accompany you. Good luck."

*The expert AI installation team from Reign Enterprises enters the private hanger holding the Rogue Shadow-class vessel, and begins the arduous installation process. It was not merely a case of plugging in an external unit, but integrating the AI into almost all aspects of the ship's electrical and security functions and then performing rigorous testing. They also needed to limit the number of access ports in order to help ensure it could never be tampered with or hacked, though considering the advanced nature of this new AI model and the security protocols it possessed, the chances of that happening were already minimal. After several days of work, the ship is finally finished. Now arguably one of the most advanced personal transports in the galaxy, it was cutting edge in terms of sensors, stealth, speed and onboard security. And although the armour and weaponry were light for a vessel of its size, the other benefits more than made up for it. They now simply wait for approval to ferry the ship down to Mariunhus, to be delivered to Reign himself.*

Rogue Shadow-class vessel (as constructed by Sienar/Santhe & updated by Reign Enterprises)
Weapons
- 4 forward heavy laser cannons
- 1 dorsal stern mounted dual laser cannon turret
- 1 mandible mounted concussion missile launcher (6 diamond-boron missiles)
- 1 bottom mounted Ax-108 surface-defence blaster cannon
Sensors
- cutting edge sensor array
- crystal gravfield trap
Stealth
- Stygium crystal cloaking device
- Matte black paintwork
- TibannaX-compatible engines
Miscellanous
- Bacta tank installed
- Force Cage installed
- Victoria-class ship AI installed
- Extra security protocols uploaded

*Due to the vast number of ships that now call Muunilinst home and the high risk, at any point in time, that at least some of them will be called in battle, a decision is made by Reign Enterprises, the InterGalactic Banking Clan, and the Dark Jedi Order to fund a joint operation that will both upgrade and expand upon the current starship facilities. The key elements are better facilities for conducting more in-depth repairs, larger facilities in order to handle a better number of ships at once, and a streamlined procedure to cut back on repair and maintenance time - with the caveat that quality takes precedence of expediency. Initial estimates place these renovations at 120 million credits, and the three project partners which sign an agreement to pay a one third share of all costs.

With final preparations for the project commencement under way, it is estimated to commence within days, and take two months to complete. During that time, the entire facility will be operating at a mere 10% capacity.*

*After slightly over two months of constant construction, and coming in just over budget - at a total of 128 million credits - the upgrades to the Mooring Station and Starship Facilities are finally complete. With a host of new berths, as well as several larger ones, High Port is now able to service all but the most damaged of ships, with enough space to house a fair portion of the Dark Jedi fleet. High Port officials, in conjunction with Reign Enterprises and IGBC overseers, begin to draw up plans to market the starship facilities within the outer rim to ships who seek quick and efficient repairs at a reasonable price....and without the usual bureaucracy.*

*Two Epicanthix, one a man and the other a woman, enter one of the small high security personal bays and board the Rogua Shadow-class vessel that had been gathering dust there for several months. After running an extensive preliminary check, but without activating the onboard AI, they execute a precise manual take-off and begin to pilot the vessel out of High Port and down in the direction of Mariunhus*

*Ironically, the starship facilities had been rather vacant since the upgrade project, whether neither civilian nor military vessels making much use of them. This was a fact that may have made the investment project seem like a complete waste, but for the rampant rumours that the mighty war machine of the Dark Jedi Order would soon be activated once again. Rumours aside though, both the InterGalactic Banking Clan and Reign Enterprises were keen to begin a new marketing campaign that would eventually lead to cornering the market on budget ship repairs along the Braxtant Run. Within the first month of advertising their new facilities, work increases by 35 percent, but unfortunately extra-solar business only rises a meager 4 percent. Obviously new initiatives would need to be developed*

*A single Lambda-class shuttle in black and green livery, carrying the sigil of the Apocalypse Exchange of Kiffu and Kiffex comes in smoothly and lands in a suitable area in a small berth. Darkara exits down the boarding ramp and, with a quick check of her location, makes her way to the High Garden. Her guards and pilots remained on the shuttle.*

* The Wraith docks at the station and immediately notices that their is no power except the emergency lights. Deimos takes a few moments to change back into his Blood Red and Black Dark Jedi robes. He places his new black bes'kar curved hilt on the clip on his left side. He brushes himself off and heads out the loading ramp into the Mooring Station. As he walks a few feet down to the lifts he notices two powerful energy signatures that he's never felt before. One he was definitely more powerful than and another that he was close to but not quite as powerful as. Which quite interested him.** I wonder who they could be, he wondered to himself. I've sensed Lord Reign, so this must be My Lord Governor Eversio, whom I've never been formally introduced to. I wonder who he's with? He says internally.** Before they can get read on Deimos he stealths his energy signal and continues towards Reign Enterprises HQ. Suddenly Deimos gets a quick vision of a battle inside for the control of High Port. With that Deimos' pace quickens toward Reign Enterprise's HQ. Battle and bringing enemies to Justice is what Deimos excelled in. The madness of battle called to him like nothing else with maybe the only exception of bringing said enemies to justice. Deimos' madness and rage was always on the brink of being let loose. An avalanche of chaotic fury thinly held back like a sheet of paper retaining a great flood of water. But yet he always maitains a genteel exterior, almost clownish when he faces down an enemy. Never quite able to resist making a witty retort or pun even in the face of death, which gives testiment to his dementia. He was, in the purest sense of the words, a Dark Jedi Marauder extrordinaire. As he arrives at the lift elevator, he goes to take the stairs since power hasn't really returned. Within several minutes he gets to the level of Reign Enterprises HQ.*

*A white CR25 approached the Port, awaiting approval and coordinates from orbital security. Again the ship hung lifelessly, the air around it growing lighter and darker with each second that passed*

*The ship proceeds to land in the open dock. The CR25 comes in slowly, not rushing the landing. The ship hovers for a moment not more than two inches above the pad before slapping down on the ground. The ship sighed, the engine powering down and the stress of the ship was now relieved and the white ship sat for a moment, again at a stand still. Another sigh was released from the ship and the ramp slowly lowered and slapped the ground. What strode out was nothing more than expected; a woman, tall and slender, walked briskly out of the ship. Draped in a white shawl and a matching, deep hood, she set one foot, then the other off of the ship, almost seeming unsure if the ground stable. She stood now on the landing pad, observing her surroundings from deep within her white hood. Since her necessity for supplies was simply a trick to try and get planetside, she decided to find out what she could about getting a shuttle to the planet. Before leaving the dock, the woman looks up to the camera that had been watching her, letting light hit from her nose down to her chin*
*A smile cracked across her lips for a few seconds, before she walked away toward the main body of the Port*

*Winfield surveyed the cameras as he stuffed the last bite into his mouth, and took careful observation of the woman's appearance. He only knew it was a woman because when the face turned upward, white hood hiding everything above the nose, the skin appeared smooth, and the build suggested female. Turning to the comm link, Charles thumbed the comm and reported his findings.*

:: Lord Hevn, the white ship has landed, and only a single personnel has left it. Woman, roughly 20's or 30's, white attire, deep hood that hides the eyes, by the whills she dresses like you fools do. Heh...she's made a grave error though my lord. She requested supplies, and food sir, and only she left the ship. Keep an eye out, don't know where she's headed yet, but I'll keep an eye on the ship. Just appears too fishy for a ship that big to be looking for supplies and not even let the crew stretch their legs or grab a drink. ::

*The woman continues walking, looking for a schedule of some kind. Among the bustling port, the woman passed as a shadow, moving quickly from television to television, checking for useful information. Finally, she found a schedule and marked the nearest time. 23:47, station 117.*
*The woman moved quickly to the station*
*She arrived only a few moments before the scheduled lift-off. She paid for her ticket and crossed through to the landing pad. The last passengers were entering the ship and the woman walked up behind them in line, waiting with her eyes focused on the ground. The woman, along with all the other passengers, crammed aboard the ship and sat, waiting. After being late for three minutes, for no reason that the woman could figure out, the ships engines turned on and began powering up. Inside the passenger bay, the stench of dirty flesh was growing and womans nose was crumpled in disgust. Finally, the ship lifted off the ground, out of the bay and toward the planet*

*The passengers of this ship would tell you, even those that rode this same shuttle every day, that this ride seemed to be wrong; the air was cold and stale, the engines did not sound the same and the ride was much more scary. Although it could have been a fault with the ship, many will swear that it was the woman, dressed all in white, who had never been seen before, that somehow had changed the flight on that day*

*One day. Questions. A start.*

*Taking her S40K Phoenix hawk-class light pinnace to it's assigned mooring point after being cleared to moor with the space center, Madieke instructs her astromech to handle the postflight checks once the mooring procedures have been completed and, lifting her small overnight bag onto a shoulder, disembarks and begins to make her way to the residential sphere to book into a hotel.* *Having familiarized herself with the CSF's investigation into the disappearance of the woman that is now her client and with the information her client was able to provide about her time on Muunilinst, Madieke does not anticipate that her stay will be a long one and so will be booking for a single night. If it turns out her investigation will require more than one day, Madieke can always extend her stay.*

*As she makes her way for the residential sphere Madieke tries fitting what she learned by studying the CSF investigator's report together with what her client, Cleite Kallas, was able to tell her.* *The woman claims to have lost her memory after an airspeeder accident here on Muunilinst, and to have learned that she was employed by the IGBC three years prior to the accident. Interestingly, the CSF report revealed that Kallas was, at the time of her disappearance, residing with and, by all available accounts, in a committed relationship with an Umbaran woman named Akulina Pajari, who, Kallas was able to recall, owned the private mergers and acquisitions advisory firm here on Muunilinst where she worked two years prior to the accident. Pajari also worked with the IGBC, with Kallas employed as her personal assistant, and Madieke believes that if she can locate and speak with Pajari, it will make her work a lot easier since the Umbaran will undoubtedly be able to answer many of the questions her client wants answered.

After checking into her hotel and dropping her overnight bag inside the room, Madieke makes her way to the space enter's skyhook, taking it down to Harnaidan, where the IGBC headquarters are located, to continue her investigation by seeing if she cannot get a start on tracking Pajari down or, failing that, determine if anyone currently employed by the IGBC would have worked with either Pajari or her client so that she can see if anything they recall might answer some of her client's questions *