Public Tuskan Nights

[Halitus Veikis]

TAG: Kebii'kara Solus

As Kuwana stood on the wall triumphant, her golden saber burning, Veikis laid there on the flat of his back once more and he felt that he had tired of being carolled like cattle by Jedi. Reaching his hand upward, his fingers a fleshen crown, at the tips bqlls of indigo turned into bolts that rose in gnarled streams striking the Padawan. Her skeleton could be seen in the strobbing of the shock of the lightning, and then she fell, her lightsaber hilt clanging as it knocked against the metal and rolled away into shadow.
Kuwana landed on top of the First Son, her eyes trembling as her moth waw a gap, a spurt of saliva and breath flying out upon impact. There Veikis looked into her eyes with his blood pupils and said,
“Only now at the end do you understand.. Our Father ( Darth Halitus ) chose poorly! Beguiled by your Mother he has become clouded. Now I have given him a reason to come hunt me, and then I shall honor his wish, strike him down and take the mantel of dark lord for myself!”
As he said this, there was a loud hum, and red light covering them, his blade was driven through her belly and rising he pushed her off.
Standing tall as a Shadow, he looked down at Kuwana and smiled.
“So long once Sister.. join your precious Jedi in death.”
With that he took a rope and scales the wall and leapt over. The waves of Raiders paid him no heed, as if he was unseen. His mastery of the dark side was showing at last. His next aim was to find his ship and get off this rock.

 

[Kes Stag]

Location: Tatooine
Objective: Farmland Fury - Make a Tidy Profit
Tags: Focus - Halitus Veikis Tia Moonrus Laphisto | Kuwana Ishaati Kebii'kara Solus

"Heaven offers nothing that the mercenary soul can desire"
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Kes' sniper echoed as it fired, the first round hitting a Tusken square int he chest as he made it to the top of the small wall that protected the settlement. The raider instantly dropped lifelessly and before his comrade could even process his death another sniper bolt pierced through the next raider sending him back off the wall. A few shots from their slugthrowers whizzed around the gunrunner but he paid no heed, the Tuskens had the hearts of warriors but their training left a lot to be desired. He traded more precise shots with the tuskens, nailing another two.

His attention was then turned to the darksider who had made his move on one of the Jedi. A clean stab straight through the stomach, the prospect for the Jedi seemed grim as she was left for dead by her opponent who disappeared into the desert wastes. But Kes' attention was not turned at the Jedi but instead her lightsaber, which he presumed needed a new owner. His jetpack sputtered to life and propelled him towards the wall. As two Tuskens scaled it to get close to Kuwana Ishaati he fired a volley of rounds with his pistol which shredded through the two raiders.

Kes landed more like a cannon ball than an ariel soldier but he quickly found his feet. He stepped over Kuwana's body and towards where his lightsaber fell and looked around frantically for it. He looked almost like a lost puppy, completely oblivious to his surroundings and solely focused on this prized trinket.

As Kes turned to blast another raider that got to close he caught a shimmer at the edge of his eye. He crouched and his hand reached out and he pulled the saber from the dark corner that it had fallen into, an audible sound of metal scraping metal as he dragged it out and picked it up. For such a small object it felt heavy, the Jedi seemed to wield it so seamlessly. Without hesitation he ignited the lightsaber and the golden blade shot back towards the sky. A sly grin stretched across the arms dealer's face.

"I see why you all you jetii put up with all that shit you call training, your whole life given up for a laser sword. Nothing really beats a laser sword." he said before swinging it at a Tusken. The blade made contact with the raider's shoulder and cut him down to his hip, mortally wounding him. A shrill cry was let out by the raider as he fell to the floor.

"I know a fair few people that would pay top coin for a trinket like this." he said speaking to Kuwana. Kes had no idea if she was still alive or not, he just couldn't contain his excitement to get his hands on a weapon that he had only mystics wield. "I'll make sure it goes to a good buyer, someone who can appreciate it for what it is. But first I'll give it a test run myself." he continued, slashing wildly at another Tusken. Kes lacked form and grace, his swings were wild and brutish and his blows weren't clean either.

 

[Kuwana Ishaati]

TAG: Kebii'kara Solus
Kes Stag

Kuwana felt the bolts dig into her like stingers and then travel throughout her nervous system, causing a burning all over that madd he fall forward as her body smoked, her saber flying from her hand, and then she landed on Him, the saber impaling her. Ahe let out a gasp, and listened as the Dark Son told her of his plans. Then she was laid to rest, coughing and feeling her life force rising up through her chest, ahe fought it, and saw a Mandalorian taking her saber and his words echoing as she went into deep shock.
The last things she saw before going black was the faces of her Mother and Father.

 

[Tia Moonrus]

Tia made her way into desert towards the crash site, already scavengers in white hoods and tan wrapped clothes were descending on the site. The Bride of Ashla choked on the cloud of black that came from the ship, and as she approached a Jedi brother leapt out of the furnace screaming. Tia knocked the burning man into the sand, putting out the fire as he trembled and said, “those eyes! Those horrible eyes!”
Tia rolled the Knight on to his back.
“What happened?! Who are you talking about?!”
The Jedi Knight’s eyes suddenly became blood shot as he gagged. She tried to stabilize him, but blood began to pour out like faucet on to her, and then he was gone. There was commotion neat the wreckage as Scavangers shrieked, and there was the sound of blaster fire. Tia made haste to the scene where she watched people clawing at the sand leaving streaks in the grain like tread marks as they were pulled into the open haul. There was a sound of snapping of bones and the gruesome noise of organs being torn from their perspective places. The Jedi Lady took up her saber, and took a breath, something was tearing these people apart and had killed her comrades.
Whatever it was must be massive, to pull that many victims into the laire it had made out of the crashed ship.
Then to Tia’s suprise, someone stepped out of the ship.. their armor glittered like gold.

 

[O of House Marr]

TAG: Darth Malum of House Marr

To make an entrance into the Great Drama could only be done once. O of House Marr had waited long, living in the shadows till the time had come to reveal Itself. Where better to make the first stroke on the canvas of the the stars then on the Cradle of The Chosen One. The destines of House Skywalker had risen from the dunes, as O’s would. A fitting metaphor for The Cousin of Malum, to come forth from nothing.
The Marr’s golden vessel, The Heritage, came out of hyperspace near the desert planet and to It’s pleasant suprise, a Jedi class Cruiser was in orbit. The chrome behemoth held in the black just neigh the edge of the surface.
The Heritage with its regal crown shape passed close and was hailed, to which O sent a code, a Jedi One. A tractor beam pulled the decadent vessel onto the hangar, to which a Jedi in those monastic vestments and some troopers stood ready to receive O. How unaware these poor souls were of the slaughter, like Banthas being lead into a cave to be butchered. The Heritage landed and the ramp lowered with the customary smoke, like an incense making way for the sacred, for indeed this was a holy moment. Stepping on to the deck was a Woman in glittering golden armor with a train of crimson, the color of The Ancestor, The Bloodline. Taking a few steps her black wavy hair fell on the naked white skin of her shoulders. The Jedi eyed her, despite their rather drab attire, they could be handsome.
“Welcome! I am Jodar Mast. Have you come to assist with The Tuskan situation?”
Her gray blue eyes focused on the Master. He could not sense it, the danger, the Darkness, so close to him, and within reach to claw at his weak flesh.
“My purpose Master Jedi will be revealed in due course. Now, please lead me to your Captain. I have urgent intel for him..”
The Jedi bowed, yes that was proper, she was a Marr, that noble blood flowing in her veins. The escort of soldiers made her smirk, perhaps those that survived could serve House Marr, that is if any survived.
They came to the Bridge where a Jedi Master was in duress, he tried to reach those planet side with the comms. On the screen was red signatures surrounding a town, with the designation Anchorhead. Turning around The Captain looked at the Visitor with a furrow of his brow.
“Who are you?”
What a delightful query, to which O replied,
“I am O.”
The Master Jedi squinted, she could detect him searching in The Force, trying to divine the secret.
“O who? You are not dressed as an a representative of any enclave I know, and your aura is clouded.. which means..”
Suddenly the screen cracked, and troopers were flung to walls, metallic cords snapped free of consoles and found purchase in their flesh, tunneling into their arms and making them open fire on others. The Jedi Captain reached for his saber when the tail of Lightwhip snapped and flicked his cheek, leaving a searing burn mark of molten color that turned black. The Master lit his emerald green embers that became a long blade that he swung around, the magma colored whip snapping and swinging around. The Master droppee to his knee and rose up and grabbed O by the neck.
“Surrender!”
She smiled as she leaned in with her pink flesh colored lips to kiss his, this caught the Master off guard as something more unexpected happened, the face began to morph, the soft plumb cheeks formed into a chiseled jaw, the torso expanding as the golden covered breasts receded into flat abs, and the neck the Jedi had held rose upward, shaking his hand off and now a titan, a man stood where a lady had been.
The Captain aghast shouted,
“What in The Force are you?!”
The soft and playful tone now was replaced with a gruff and masculine one,
“Marr..”
O drew a new weapon, a Greatsaber that he beat the Jedi back against the glass view screen, and with a fiat he pushed his hand into it and shattered the already cracked glass, making the Mazter fly out into the vacuum of space, his face now frozen and contorted with a expression of sheer befuddlement.
O made short work of the crew on the bride, throwing one’s face into a console which set off an alarm as the ship then tilted and began to descend towards the planet. The breach sealed with a shield quickly after the loss of its Captain. The Cruiser fell or so was the perception in space, as thrusters directed it into sphere.
The Vessel sailed on the clouds for a moment, the scene serene despite the flames. On board the mighty forced of the Jedi made their stand, a band held at a corridor to the hangar, which O with his Great Blade cut through, the purple thick energy bearing down on the heads of these damned, sparks rising up as halos as he hammered the fighters. Sweeping into the hangar, he held his long handle on his shoulder, the long and wide blade hanging like a great wing as he pointed his free hand to reach out to troopers with the bolts of destiny. The noble defenders fell with groans as the gnarled bolts dug into them and made them kneel to House Marr.
At last the Chrome Crypt made its landing in the Sea of Sand, the impact threw many off their feet and made all assortment of tech fly and crush mechanics. The chaos was lovely, a treat for The Cousin of Malum. Each scream of agony a symphony that pleased him. The haul blew open and the fires spread, O made his way to opening where he saw locals coming for spoils. With a smile he drew his hand and coils of crimson that match the stone in her torso armor lunged on to the mummy looking people. He drank of them and pulled at them as they pawed at the sand. Once having enjoyed the wine of lifeblood, he stepped out on to sandy grounds, the heat immediately unpleasant and two Suns blinding above.
He then looked and saw a pretty face, a Woman with hair like golden lace, and robed like a bride. Had she come to wed him and join House Marr?

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto was too busy with Bevvin that he didn't see or hear the situation with Sunyia . A slight frown rolled across his face as he pushed his senses out to the battlefield before them before noticing the witch was standing straight in front of Commander Tarrien. he didn't want to need death, but he knew the farms would only be protected for so long, even if a truce was met this day. There needed to be something more solid, more concrete to ensure the safety of the innocent lives in this town.

Commander Tarrien raised his rifle towards Sunyia, and so did the other two soldiers nearby as he began to shout a demand," On your knees! Keep your hands where I can see them!"

chaos was strewn already, but he reached out towards Bevvin and gave a small nod before turning towards the front of the city." Stand down, commander." marching forward, laphistos body language gave off an aggressive aura, his steps heavy and harsh against the sand. when he reached the witch he thrust his hand outwards, grabbing her by the throat - though not enough to cause her to not be able to breath but just enough to keep her in place for now- " your going to take me to the tuskan chief, tell the tusks to stand down first or my next step of action is to drive my sabe through your heart"

almost as if to add emphasis on how serious laphisto was he pointed the blade towards the witch, pushing and pulling on his precognition, hoping to peer into the future at hand should she try and escape he wanted to be ready. he had an idea this would end only one way, with the least amount of bloodshed, an honor duel though he wasn't one to try from diplomacy first


Tia Moonrus Kebii'kara Solus Kes Stag Halitus Veikis

 

[Sunyia]

TAG: Laphisto

Sunyia got in her knees and raised her hands at The Commander’ behest. Then to her surprise, the Drake like One told the soldiers tp stand down, and then suddenly she felt a jerk of her neck as he took hold. He urged her to choose, peace or death, as his blade came close. She looked at him with solemn eyes,
“I will speak to the Chieftan. All I ask is my sisters not be harmed. They followed my orders. I alone should bear the responsibility.”
Sunyia would not use the tunnels of her Magicks to flee, too many of her sisters were vulnerable and she would not sacrifice them for her own survival. That was the Way of the Night, to stand by your sisters no matter the cost, without this covens meant nothing.
She held her hands put as she rose to her feet, her crimson dress blowing in the wind.
“Will you be accompanying me? I did not get your name.”
The Night Sister admitted that he was a handsome creature, one she had never seen before. Despite Tatooine having travelers from alp sectors of the galaxy, she still lived rather cloistered in the Dune Sea. That Coven did its best to remain seperated from the locals, save for the Tuskans who had a similar belief. Their corner in the desert was a little Dathomir, and she feared this rash act would jeopardize it.

 

[Halitus Veikis]

TAG: O of House Marr

The First Son once beyond the wall saw the great ship fall. Its smoke trail like a brazer in this barren wilderness. Veikis made his way to the crash site, when he saw the locals het shredded into piles like the stuff they wanted to scavenge.
Stepping out on to the sands was a rather sparkly figure. A man of great height with armor of gold and eyes of blood. His black hair like ravens that stretched to his nape. Whoever this was, The First Son sensed something he had not since leaving Argos IV.. strength. This Man was full of the dark power and demonstrated it by his carnage of the caravan of scavengers. Veikis had never met anyone else who possessed the Flame of Bogan. In his isolated life under The Father, he had been groomed to think they were the only Dark conjurers. Now he realized how small that life had been and so he approached the Titan and unclipped his lightsaber, igniting the red flame and digging it in the small dune as he took a knee. The First Son knew that if this Sorceror could bring down a ship, he was not to be trifled with. Besides he wanted to know more.. if there was other Sith than his rag tag band on Argos IV. Already that had been confirmed to an extent by this arrival, but what if there were many more? What of there were as many as the stars?’! The thought overcame Veikis as he bowed his head in reverence. He hoped this act of subservience would stir The Great One to show clemency and perhaps take him off world to see a greater wide galaxy than he had even dreamed.

 

[O of House Marr]

Mentioned: Darth Malum of House Marr

The Cousin of Malum looked intently at The Jedi Woman, she was in shock. Not unreasonable in his presence, when turning O saw someone had stepped forth. He had felt him approach, and sensed his rapture. The Young Lad was on bended knee, fitting a Marr, and his crimson saber a sigil to signal he was no Jedi. Stepping closer O began to morph, the body shortening, the hard abs rounding and riding like eggs, and the figure more slender and refined. Taking her hand, she lifted his chin.
“Well now, what a handsome thing.. you show some intiative.”
Looking down at his crackling saber The Cousin of Malum snickered,
“Happy go see me, you are not the first. It seems I have been sent my choice of concubines.”
She watched as this startled the Dark Lad. She stepped behind him and pointed to the Jedi.
“Want to earn your place in our House? Bring me that one. Extra points if you convince her to go willingly.”
This was O’s Way, playing with souls like marbles. It was a game he/she had learned to play, made much easier when you could be two persons and convince both parties to destroy one another.
The Morphite watched as this Shadow Son took up his blade to do her bidding.
“Good pet.. hahahah!”
She wove unseen strings, and watched with glee as this Darkling moved in on the Jedi. It was the usual sqauabble that had raged for eons, light versus dark, principles versus power, yatata. What truly matter was legacy, power passed on through family. The galaxy had seen its share of bloodlines, The Sunriders, The Dromas, The Skywalkers, The Solos. Real power dwelt in blood, distilled in the cells over ages as The Force became strong in familia dynasties. Ironic that The Jedi avoided this power with their eon long ban of attachments and the Sith often seeing attachments as weakness severed them. Those who knew better built their legacies, so that when they passed on others would take the mantle.
What of adoption? This Lad sought transcendence, should he be grafted in? Marriage afforded that to others, why not him? To become a Marr was to mingle with the blood of The Forefather. Such a privilege would have to be earned and only Cousin could consent to it. At the very least this fiery young man could be a blade, and die in the name of the House.
O felt someone creep up behind her, a creature of the Sand. It
rose up with some sort of stick, and barked like a beast when it brandished its weapon. The Morphling stopped its advanced with snapped of her gloved fingers. Turning she walked up to the scarf covered face that had googled of brass and little points like Zabrak horns made of metal.
“Heidious..”
Another snap of her index and thumb finger and the stasis ended, the hunter lowered its stick and looked disoriented. Tapping the back of the sand head, O made it turn violently, it thrusting with the point on its stick. She stepped aside and morphed back into The Man, who now towered over the barking dweller of this barren land. The shadow of Malum’s Cousin blocked out the sun, sheltering the Tuskan from the twin suns as it turned, and cried out. There was a sound of crunching, and shrieks, and the shadow passed from a dune where laid the tattered form of the sand man who’s body was bludgeoned and who’s robes were painted in the smear of scarlet, its weapon lying in the sand, drops falling from the round blade that looked like a mace.

 

[Tia Moonrus]

The Bride of Ashla watched as this Being switched between male to female and began to charm Veikis. She tried to catch her breath, the smoke from the wreckage covered the area, and now The Dark Lad was approaching. Tia took up her cross guard hilt and snapped the turquoise blade to life. As Veikis closed distance with a swing, The Jedi parried and did a sweep, she now in ear shot of the First Son said, “Perhaps I should have put you to rest on the rooftop.”
She said that with a disappointed tone. She saw some potential in the Young Man, he was not fully given over to the dark side in her assessment. He possessed the possibility of redemption or so she thought. Now he had decided to join forces with this Chameleon, this bizarre being that had killed her comrades and destroyed a cruiser. Why did not matter, his aura was darker than Veikis, there was no mistake on what spectrum of The Force the he/she, the It was on.
As she spun her blade in a flurry of cuts, she caught his blade in a lock up.
“You do not have to do this Veikis, there is another way.”
She tried to appeal to him, but in his crimson glowing eyes she saw something that was not there before.. resolve.

 

[Halitus Veikis]

The First Son did the bidding of this Sith Master, moving on Tia with a ferocity that he had not shown during their duel pn the rooftops. His cuts had the hallmarks of Djem So, raw power with his blows that beat her blade aside as he moved in for the kill. During a lock up the pretty but misguided Jedi pleaded with him as those of her kind were want to do, a sign of weakness.
“It is too late.. I have slain Kuwana.. you are next!”
The First Son swung with such rage, he knocked The Jedi’s saber out of her hand and she had to call the Force around her palms to block his thrust. She was strong in the Light, that much as sure, as powerful as pretty. But this Blondie was to be his bridge into a greater world of Shadow. So removing his hand from his hilt he pointed his fingers in their black leather, and caused a current of lightning to strike her, sending her flying back. He then marched to deliver a final blow. With her head he would purchase a new destiny.