Objective 2

Manually added by Grand Master Telaris "Mav" Cantor

Declan Roark (Pravus/Sarin/Matt) submitted for our team

Objective 3 Chosen

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The Anchorage
Esstran Sector
Deep Space
38 ABY

Dracaryis gripped the controls of his TIE Avenger and scanned his HUD for signs of enemy fighters. This was his ninth security patrol in as many days, but Dracaryis didn’t mind. He felt most comfortable behind the controls of a starfighter, and he enjoyed the break it gave him from his other studies and training exercises. He gently turned the controls and proceeded along the next leg of his patrol route.

“Anchorage control, Vortex 5.”

“Vortex 5, Anchorage control, go ahead,” the operator replied gruffly.

“I’m on the last leg of my security patrol.” Dracaryis stated, eyeballing his HUD again. “I’ve got nothing on the scopes, request permission to return to base.”

“Vortex 5, acknowledge request, remain on patrol route and stand by for RTB approval.”

Dracaryis reduced his engine speed and turned towards the next waypoint. He would have stayed out here for another few hours, but he knew he had an evening training session with the combat master and he needed to get some lightsaber practice in before hand. Where Dracaryis excelled in his pilot skilled, he lacked in his ability to handle a simple training saber. The past few months of constant pounding from the combat master hand frustrated and discouraged him. He was going over his training session in his head when he heard the internal alarm informing him of a craft suddenly entering the Anchorage security zone. The new target, still too far out for identification, appeared to be on a direct intercept course with the Anchorage.

“Anchorage control, I have an unidentified craft moving on approach vector towards the Anchorage. Can you confirm?”

The response was immediate. “Vortex 5, approaching craft is a flight of old Y-Wing fighters. Initial scans show they are armed with heavy rockets. Move to intercept, destroy if necessary.”

Dracaryis recycled his shields and punched the fighter’s engines.

Finally…some action.

Within minutes, the enemy fighter information populated on his HUD. Three old Y-Wings with no discernable markings flying in an echelon left formation moving directly towards the Anchorage.

“Unidentified craft, this is Vortex 5. Alter your course and depart the area or I will be forced to fire on you.”

The comm unit crackled with static. The Y-Wings were not responding.

“Unidentified craft. You have thirty seconds to alter your course or you will be destroyed.”

Dracaryis was now within visual range of the fighters. He moved into position behind the trail Y-Wing and powered up his weapon systems. Suddenly, the unmistakable yellow glare of heavy rockets appeared in front of the Y-Wings.

“Achorage control, incoming heavy rockets. Y-Wings are hostile. Request permission to destroy.”

The approval came immediately. Dracaryis fired two missiles at the trail fighter and quickly switched to lasers. He would deal with the rockets after defeating the fighters. The lead Y-Wing broke formation and maneuvered into a position behind Dracaryis’ fighter. Dracaryis opened fire on the second Y-Wing, destroying it quickly. His fighter was faster than the craft trailing him, and he knew he must destroy the rockets before they impacted the Anchorage. Suddenly, the unmistakable sound of laser fire impacting shields filled his ears. Dracaryis banked hard right, and moved to engage the remaining Y-Wing. The agile TIE Avenger easily maneuvered behind the final fighter, and within seconds, the final fighter had been reduced to molten slag. Dracaryis targeted the rockets, and realized he had seconds to destroy the rockets before they struck the Anchorage. Too far out to engage the warheads with conventional weapons, Dracaryis reached out with his mind and attempted to use his limited Force capabilities to change the rockets’ path. Slowly, one by one, Dracaryis forced the rockets off their fight path. Dracaryis turned his attention to the final warhead one second too late. The warhead impacted near the hangar bay, blasting a hole in the hull of the old station.

“Vortex 5, Anchorage control: Return to Base and proceed immediately to debriefing.”

Dracaryis swore. Nine days of uneventful patrolling, and now this. Three Y-Wings and five rockets defeated, but the damage was done. Dracaryis knew he would pay for his failure, and he was prepared for it.

“Anchorage control, Vortex 5: Acknowledged, returning to base.”

It’s going to be a rough day, Drac...

GJW Round 2 Fiction: PRT DRACARYIS #13802

Dracaryis crouched on the small rock outcropping overlooking the Valley of the Dark Lords and surveyed the area carefully. It had been three days since his Master directed him to travel to Korriban to retrieve the ancient scrolls detailing the Rite of Immortality, and his search was turning up nothing of value. Carefully descending the cliffs, he made his way across the sands of the Valley and towards the ancient Sith Academy. Dracaryis had decided earlier that day that if was to ever track down the scrolls, he would have to begin at the place where they were originally uncovered.

This mission was incredibly risky, especially for a Protector armed with a training saber and a few undisciplined Force skills, but Dracaryis was not afraid. He excelled at working alone, and along with his keen intellect he was a natural detective; an obvious choice for this mission. “Find the Scrolls,” his Master said simply. “Find the Scrolls and retrieve them, so that your journey along the Dark Side may continue.”

Dracaryis approached the destroyed door at entrance to the ancient Sith Academy and stepped inside. He knew where the scrolls were found, and he was certain that he would find clues as to where the scrolls were if he examined the site. As he traveled through the dark corridors of the Academy he found himself in awe of its construction. The symmetrical halls, the sparse living quarters, the large training area; this had been a place where warriors were cultivated. He felt oddly comfortable as he walked the halls.

As he came to the excavation site, he became convinced that he was being watched. Though his Force training was still very unrefined, he was certain he could sense a strong presence watching his every move, waiting for him to drop his guard to in order to strike. He kneeled over the site where the scrolls were unearthed, and ran his fingers through the ancient soil, reaching out with his mind for some kind of sign that would point him in the right direction. He heard the hum of the lightsaber before he had a chance to react, and was lifted off the ground and thrown against the wall by an invisible entity. Dracaryis shook his head and attempted to regain his focus. As his vision returned, he found himself looking directly into the eyes of a female Ikotchi…he was face to face with Darth Necren.

“Who are you?” Necren demanded.

“I am Dracaryis, Protector and servant of Clan Plagueis.” Dracaryis replied quickly, but without fear. He knew how he spoke and interacted with Necren would determine whether or not he survived this encounter.

“Why are you here?” the Elder questioned.

“My master sent me in search of the scrolls defining the Rite of Immortality. I am to return them to him in order to continue my training.” Dracaryis replied. It was better to tell the truth to Necren than to lie, as she would know if he was lying anyway.

“Your master sent you to Korriban, with a limited knowledge of the Force and armed only with a training saber? “ Darth Necren asked skeptically.

“My master is confident in my abilities. I will find the scrolls, and I will destroy anyone who tries to get in my way.” Dracaryis declared, igniting his training saber. “I am not afraid of anyone or anything on this planet, including you.”

The words were out of his mouth before he could silence himself. He stood there, gripping his training saber and preparing for Necren to strike. Darth Necren surveyed the young Protector pensively, running her fingers along the hilt of her lightsaber. Suddenly, Necren burst into patronizing laughter.

“You have spirit, Protector, I will give you that, “ the elder laughed. “You would not stand a chance against me, but I believe you can be of use. I also seek the scrolls. Abandon your master and join me, and I will continue your training.

Dracaryis was taken aback by this offer. To serve under Darth Necren would be a great honor. But there was the concern of her potential loyalty to the One Sith. Dracaryis didn’t care too much about that, as he preferred to operate solo. If he could learn from Darth Necren and then eventually betray her and usurp her power as all Sith are expected to do, so much the better for him.

“I am honored, my Master…” Dracaryis replied. “What would you have me do?”