Kenari is a fairly obscure planet that few had ever heard of. The planet was long abandoned after being labeled as toxic due to an Imperial Mining Incident, which is why the Covenant was able to remain hidden as long as it has. The Planet's only inhabitants are the native tribes that live simple, nomadic lifestyles compared to the rest of the known galaxy. Kenari is most notably the homeworld of Cassian Andor.

The Covenant remains hidden amongst the planet's abandoned mines, within a canyon that had fortunately kept it from sight from would-be thieves and looters.Tunnels from the nearby mines act as shortcuts to the fallen ship. The upper hull of the Covenant* has been breached, granting easy access for those with the means, or willpower, to do so. Rainfall has dulled and rusted the surface of the ship, making certain walkways flimsy and dangerous to travel.

With few venturing out due to the danger. Members of Clan Plagueis and Clan Taldryan have been tasked with infiltrating the abandoned Venator to retrieve a most vital artefact that was codenamed: The Ark.

However, what stands in the way are members of the opposing Clan. The ship and the area around it have been designated as a free-fire zone by both the Taldryan Supreme Chancellor and Plagueis Dread Lord, with those entering it doing so at their own risk, as a work around to the non-aggression pact signed by both leaders in the Canto Bight Accords. This makes The Covenant a hostile battleground, both inside and out. Although it has certainly seen better days, The Covenant is a true testament to the might of a Republic from over half a century ago.

Rai-Ho found it easy enough to approach the decaying hulk of the Venator cruiser undetected. Like usual, the forces of the Brotherhood were distracted while fighting with each other. He was certain that the clans did truly want the coveted Ark reactor waiting within the wreckage of the Covenant but the self-styled treasure hunting extraordinaire also knew it was more important for them to show themselves as superior to their foes.

Style points or ego were of little importance to Rai-Ho, all that mattered was absconding with anything of value before too many of his “enemies” got in the way and too many of his “allies” started asking questions.

It was bad enough that the Taldryan leadership had made it a condition of accessing the surface that he escorted the Governor of Kasiya. Looting, more important looting without the clan asking for their cut, was going to be a tough task. But, Clone War era tech sold for a fortune on the black market and the wreck of the Covenant was one of the last caches left from that era.

The Governor wasn’t only a hindrance though, his lightsaber was able to cut them through the hull of the ship so that the duo could slip inside unnoticed by the larger scrum occurring between the clans at the upper hull breach. This was a plan Rai-Ho himself had suggested, having a smaller team sneak in using a distraction from the clan’s main forces. He had intended the smaller team to be made up of his own people but clearly the leaders of Taldryan didn’t fully trust him.

A series of what seemed like random clicks was sent through the comms by Celevon, a predetermined code that they had made it inside. Someone in the Taldryan fleet acknowledged the signal with another set of clicks. The duo had made it inside but the code from the fleet meant that the main force weren’t able to prevent all Plaugian forces from entering.

Celevon and Rai-Ho had made it inside but they’d likely meet resistance.

“We need to make our way to the reactor as quickly as possible so we can hold it until reinforcements arrive,” the Governor ordered.

“If I may, your excellency,” Rai-Ho had been waiting to alter the mission plan since before they made landfall.

Celevon looked at his escort curiously but nodded at him.

“This ship likely has more internal security than a standard Venator. If one of us could commandeer those systems it would make holding the reactor much easier.”

The Governor stared at Rai-Ho as if his eyes were attempting to pierce his soul. But, this wasn’t the treasure hunter’s first run in with powerful Force users. If he completely shielded his mind to the intrusion, the ruse would be over. Instead, Celevon would be fooled with the truth itself.

“I will proceed to the reactor,” the Governor responded, mistaking the treachery the Jedi sensed in Rai-Ho’s mind just as he intended. “You can proceed to a security office and attempt to turn any remaining security systems to our side.”

Rai-Ho responded to the command with a half-hearted salute. He needed to sell that disappointment to his “superior”. Celevon likely thought he’d just foiled Rai-Ho’s plans of somehow stealing the massive reactor when he had instead given the armored thief exactly what he wanted, free reign over the rest of the ship.

The Governor of Kasiya waited until Rai-Ho was far enough away before allowing his amusement to show. As a thief himself, Celevon completely understood the lure of getting a decent chunk of credits without another entity wanting a cut of the profits. And there were most certainly credits to be had, especially in terms of the armory and weapons arsenal carried aboard a Venator-class vessel.

As a Seeker, the Jedi could have easily sought the truth beyond the half-truth his ally had allowed him to see. The Mind Arts of the Force had always been a particular affinity of his, as it had been the first sign of his Force Sensitivity, long before any formal training had commenced. Back then, however, it had simply seemed an uncanny instinct to determine if someone were lying to him or actively concealing something.

It had led to many fights in card games, as the opponent always assumed he was cheating in some form or another.

In truth, the Shaevalian-Umbaran hybrid could care less if the Mercenary took anything and everything he could carry on his person that wasn’t bolted down. His objective was to secure the prototype ARK Reactor System until there was an area of the battlefield secured for retrieval.

As he approached the area of the ship where the main generator was located, having studied a map of the vessel’s layout in preparation for this mission, Celevon was able to sense the presence of several individuals within his target location. Even without the Force, there was no missing the gaping hole where someone had cut through the blast door.

The Shaevalian-Umbaran focused on his partner for this mission, directing a singular thought toward the Epicanthix via a telepathic nudge. ‘Company.’

With his comrade alerted that they weren’t the only ones to think of infiltrating the ship during the melee outside, the Seeker leapt through the circular hole, silently tucking and rolling back to his feet. Channeling the Force into his legs, Celevon jumped to a higher platform to observe, careful in selecting his handholds after grasping a loose cable. He then vaulted over the railing, onto the platform.

And just in time, it seemed, as one of the individuals he had sensed was patrolling where he had been mere moments before. The enemy infiltrators had already begun cutting away at the struts that kept the kyber-hypermatter acceleration reactor system in place.

Reaching out toward the trio working on the ARK Reactor System with the Force, Celevon lightly tested each mind before removing the probe. As he glanced back toward the patrolling member, both organic and cybernetic eyes went to the cable he had grabbed earlier, a bit of advice from his past coming to the forefront of his mind.

“Fear can unhinge even the most stable of minds...”

Taking a deep breath, the Seeker reached out with the Force and pulled the loose cable free, utilizing the Force to send it snaking down toward the patrol, forming a slip-knot as he did so. The moment the patrol stepped into the path of the knot, the Shaevalian-Umbaran pulled it back harshly, sending the person rocketing off with a yell, the cable tied about his neck, only to go silent as gravity took hold and the cable halted with a sudden jerk.

Celevon crept forward as the trio looked away from their work to determine what had happened to their now-deceased comrade.

“This place is so frakking creepy... It’s like a tomb, but worse... and now we’re being killed by ghos—”

“No ghost killed Moran, Kellan,” the leader spat, glancing around every nook and cranny that was visible. Due to the lack of power, this was very little. “Get back to work so we can finish this mission.”

Grinning to himself from his perch, Celevon sat lotus-style and evened out his breathing, reaching out with the Force toward the one called Kellan. His thoughts were frantic, panicky.

It made it all too easy to superimpose his will over that of the enemy infiltrator. There was a definite upswell in the level of terror when Kellan lost control of his own body, eyes opening of their own accord, though this struggle was in vain. He could feel the tense strength in the skillful hands, strong arms and upper body of the vessel he was possessing.

The eyes of the body flitted down from the arc-welder to a fairly hefty wrench. He reached down and grasped it, savoring the moment.

“Kellan, what the hell are y—”

The moment he felt a hand on the vessel’s shoulder, ‘Kellan’ swung around, the wrench shattering the faceplate of the leader’s helmet with the kinetic force of the impact. There was no time to determine if that one were simply unconscious or dead as the vessel turned to face the last remaining member of the infiltration squad.

“Kel, hey man... C’mon, I’m your friend...” the final member pled with the possessed Kellan tearfully. “We’ve known each other for years...”

“Nothing personal,” ‘Kellan’ replied, voice overlaid in an oddly distorted manner, overlaid with Celevon’s own voice.

As Kellan brought the wrench down on his friend, the Seeker released the hold on the possessed man, to allow him to see the aftermath of his actions.

And people wondered why Celevon always laughed when they called him ‘Jedi’?