Open Orbit

*The Swift Justice enters orbit and unlinks from its hyperspace ring. The ship then transmits the Gray Jedi codes and heads down to the temple.*

*The Black Crow head into orbit and plots it's course for the Core. Within a few moments the ship takes off into hyperspace.*

*Two shuttles appeared in orbit carrying twin Knights. The identical twins were in their thirties both ginger with long curly hair and pale as the moon. Scanning the planet they input the code given to Xeonon on Aaragu and head towards the Gray Jedi Temple.*

*Riddick pilots his fighter out of hyperspace, after an extended trip in the unexplored territories. His destination was the shipyards, so that he could get his fighter serviced and upgraded.

His trip was long, and he was glad to be home, though he had learned and seen much while away.*

*The Black Crow entered Ossus' orbit from the Gray Jedi Temple. Marak and the rest of the crew sat in the main hold, looking at a galactic map being displayed by the holoprojector in the center of the main hold.*







*Twitch took off to the cockpit and the ship soon entered hyperspace, bound for Naboo.*

*Riddick's fighter was finished, the upgrades giving his fighter refined computer systems, and better 'legs' and better 'second wind.'

Riddick, having heard of his fellow pilots' exploits with the new systems, was admittedly eager to try them out for himself, in spite of such exploits not being of a more grand nature than patrols and training exercises. His own craft, prior to refits, still managed overall excellent service for his adventures in the uncharted territories of the galaxy.

After refits in the shipyard were completed, Riddick made his way down to his home, in Knossa, to reintegrate himself with his kind and his homeworld.*

*Riddick checks out with the fleet and civilian traffic control grid, as he breaks atmosphere and punches in coordinates, destination: Yavin. Once he is clear of enough of the planet's gravity well, he throttles forward into hyperspace.*

The merchant vessel Thunderous, a converted Corellian Blockade Runner in service to the Hearth family, had been holding orbit above Ossus for close to a day waiting for clearance to land at one of the planet's busiest spaceports. It was a particularly crazy day for the traffic controllers, but once clearance was given, the vessel accelerated its engines to match orbit- only to have its Number Three booster explode, sending the ship hurtling toward the surface of the planet. Oddly enough, the ship never broadcast a broad SOS, instead sending a single, private transmission to someone down on the planet...

*A flash if bright shocking light radiated outwards as a limping starfeld Z-10 Seeker erupted from the swirling maelstrom of hyperspace.*

*The vessel was heavily lilting toward its port side and even upon a cursory glance by any nearby vessel whom could obtain a visual would have been able to comment that the vessel had sustained significant damage to its port side. Once where had been the port pod capable of holding extra cargo, there was now an ugly jagged chasm as though some leviathan of space had taken a bite out of the vessel. Scorch marks and deep gouged pot marks peppered the vessels hull and a whispy trail of freezing vapor suggested that the vessel was leaking coolant of some form or another.

The port engine too seemed to have sustained lateral damage and the vessel was staggering toward the looming orb of Ossus on one sublight engine and a semi functioning sublight engine. How the vessel had managed to make the jump through hyperspace was anybodies guess, highly likely the engine had been hit just as the vessel made its jump.*

*The scout ship traveled toward the the growing sphere, the orange and yellow hued planet with its seemingly swirling plains of green began to fill the forward viewport. Inside the cockpit of the vessel a male humanoid with dark hair lay slumped across the console. Leaning forward at an odd angle thrown out of the pilots chair, his left hand still lay out stretched near the hyper space levers, his head lay slumped resting beside the arm a thick congealed pool of blood surrounded his head and the nearby console. The vessel effectively unmanned was headed toward Ossus on an unusual vector any attempts made by flight control would sadly fall on deaf ears.*

*Further down the corridor moving out of the cockpit lay a dead corridor, the air rolled thick and clammy with smoke, warning sirens blared and the green emergency lighting cast an eerie light upon the graveyard like scene. Upon the floor some four meters away from the cockpit lay the sprawled body of a woman, outward signs showed no sign of injury unlike her male counterpart. Her soft auburn hair cascaded about her form as dead unseeing eyes looked up at the ceiling, her mouth frozen in a gape as she had died in the throws of attempting to draw a breath of clean air.

To her left was a small magnetically sealed door designed to hold cargo. The small hold was sealed tight and its single whimpering occupant was thus protected from the toxic fumes that had taken his Mother.*

*Curled up in a tight ball knees drawn into his chest and arms pulled tightly around his short legs the young boy lay motionless except for the shallow ragged rising and falling of his chest. Wet silvery trails ran down his cheeks and his body spasmed as another sob took him. All around him now hung virtual silence except for the feint periodic siren. The young boy had no idea of time nor space and he lay curled up in this frightening space with no idea of what was to befall him. He prayed and hoped that one way or another it would just come to an end, or that he would suddenly wake and he would be warm and safe in his Mother's embrace.*

*The doomed vessel labored its way toward the possible safety of Ossus' atmosphere.*

*Unbeknownst to the doomed crafts single occupant the very vessel that had all but left the transport a dead husk burst out of lightspeed.

A single Marauder class corvette, a silver vessel with red markings and unlike the Seeker it was fully operational and was wasting no time in closing the distance.*

*On board the ship a middle aged man with a dark curtain of hair sat hunched forward toward the viewport, his left hand resting upon his silvery cybernetic leg his single deep brown eye and unblinking red cybernetic one stared at the limping vessel as though staring at it would halt its fall.

Without turning he raised his hand and clicked his fingers and inquired how long it would be before the vessel was within firing range, coupled with this he asked also how long before scouting patrols would be upon an intercept course. The answer seemed to be unpleasing for his eye glared and his brow furrowed. He commanded all available power be driven into the engines. He not only wanted to catch the vessel but obliterate it. He couldn't have it, then no one would and he would wipe the vessel away and everyone would know and fear the Wolfhand pirates.*

*The engines flared brightly and the cruiser began to eat up the space before it closing the gap and in moments the cruiser had closed the distance of meters as the Z-10 Seeker edged on entering Ossus atmosphere. The order to open fire was given, power was diverted away from the engines and the laser batteries locked on target and sputtered to life as the laser blasts glanced off the port side before eating hungrily into the vessel. Pieces of metal flew off the vessel, the laser blasts peppered the seeker and danced across the aft section striking the already struggling engine. The seeker lurched violently and went into a spin, a spin that however flung the vessel into the atmosphere of Ossus.*

*On board the pirate vessel the Pirate Captain leaped up he swiveled to look angrily at his crew he turned violently to stare after the vessel.*

"Get us out of here." *Spittle flying in anger He strode from the bridge as the pirate ship about turned.*