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Srina Talon

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#1903480 The Devil's Lair | CIS Invasion of TJE's Copero Hex

Posted by Srina Talon on Yesterday, 11:19 AM




Location: [Copero City - Atop a Building - Adjacient to Parliment]

Tags:  Kurenai Yumi | Cardinal Vi'dreya | Darth Metus and so so many more...

Ally: CIS 

Enemy: TJE 




“Yes, Master.”


Srina knew when to obey and when to rebel. This was not a question of if she would guard her mind, only, how quickly. She had asked to be exposed to this raw fear before so that she may learn to defend against it. At first, in concern for her well-being, Darth Metus had refused. Her stubborn nature had led to the reversal of that decision. There was no way she could learn to prepare against mental assaults without experiencing the worst of it. Fear was not foreign to her, however, uncontrollable fear was.


In a hail of light, a hail of fire, and a hail of destruction the Planetary Shield was destroyed before their very eyes. Indeed, the Vicelord had ordered that they break through, and their ships had done so. Her arm raised lightly to block the dust and debris that blew past on the wind but nothing would stop the initial destruction that was leveled. The Confederate Fleet would not continue to barrage the planet for the simple fact that they would have boots on the ground.


As it stood, the Confederacy did not willingly sacrifice their own, nor, did they murder their own out of desperation or a loss of control. That seemed to be the tactic of the enemy.


As Srina stared at the bodies of the Chiss that lay on the steps of the Parliament Building she wondered how many more the CIS would leave behind, simply, by invoking the Force in such a way. The ivory creature breathed deeply, sharply, when the first wave of terror pressed into her being. She could feel it in the deepest corners of her heart. In her mind. In her bones.


For a moment her vision flickered. Fear. The world seemed darker and the edges of her sight blackened, as if tainted, by the wings of crows. She was too close to the epicenter, however, she could not leave. The Vicelord had painted himself, atop the building, a beacon. Anyone with the slightest bit of Force-Sensitivity would be able to find him. Her teeth ground together. Using fear, using emotion, was not something she often indulged. While some would drink it in like elixir and others would buffer the effects with the Light—she had neither luxury.  


Srina would, obstinately, push through—Even if it felt like her Master was peeling away the layers of her mind like an onion. She would stand tall. She would endure.


Copero would fall. Copero, would burn.    


Their electronic sensors spoke of defenses that the Jenari, or the Chiss, were attempting to raise though she did not allow worry to set in. The effects of the Phobis wanted her to. Wanted her to second guess herself, the nation, and everything she served. The Exarch would not. She knew that Allya Vi'Dreya, Rylan Kordel, and a few others were moving in with their mechanical army from the mountains. A distraction. Another, distraction. There were garrisons that seemed intent on trying to keep them out of the capital but for the most part it seemed to be too little too late. The reaction time was achingly slow, even if, the sky had been alight from the space battle for quite some time.


She saw Scherezade deWinter [Madalena Antares] enter the field of engagement just as a building not far away began to fall. Allya. Good. The small creature Cay-Yo that engaged Knight Antares was speaking, it seemed, but Srina was too far away to hear it. Kurenai Yumi was also there, close by, and the Exarch watched. Her gaze was intense. Whether it was the Phobis, or the truth, the Echani felt like something was amiss. The windows of the Parliament Building suddenly burst out and the slender female moved to raise a telekinetic shield, only, to realize that they were not firing at the small group on the building. Instead, they seemed to be firing at the ship Knight Antares had arrived it, and the dark-haired woman herself.


The battle over Copero must have been going well because Srina suddenly knew that Darth Tacitus also now had boots on the ground. She would know the Reaper, her friend, even though the Fear that pressed against all that she was. He brought more troops. More droids. More methods to do what needed to be done. Mercurial eyes flickered, when she realized, he was taking losses. Perhaps the Defenses of the City were timelier than she had assumed.


Still. Tacitus sent no distress call, no beacon for aid, and Srina held her faith.


There was a light in the sky overhead. Bright. Brighter than anything she had ever seen. Her eyes narrowed. What was that? “Report. What was that light?”


The chatter that passed through all at once caused her to tilt her head, to try and listen to it all, but eventually, she got the idea. A reactor in one of the Orbital Shipyards had gone off. No one was really sure what had triggered the event, but, Srina hoped that their fleet had the common sense to get out of the way. “One of the shipyards seems to have been leveled.”, she reported to those present, noting, that Darth Tacitus had come to stand with them.


To her comm, she tried, to figure out if any of their people had been present. “Casualties?”


Cardinal Vi'dreya had taken to the streets of Copero to exact the will of the Vicelord. Srina, actually, hadn’t seen the Dominus disappear—but such was the strength of their cloaking technology. But when an adjacent building began to fall? She knew what caused it. Moreover, she didn’t question it.


The strangest thing happening seemed to be a sudden shift in the Force. Where once Fear seemed to fill her core there was something new, despite the fact that it was a faint, whispering echo. It was the Force at work. Someone was trying to push back the tide of Fear that Darth Metus had rolled mercilessly through Copero City. She focused. Following the blinding lines of light, with gold hewn eyes, she eventually placed the culprits. It made her shift in place, almost uncomfortable, when she discovered the source...Of course. Coren Starchaser and Mishel Noren held pity and compassion in their hearts. Enough, that they would refute the application of Phobis from the Vicelord.


It was interesting, however, it wasn’t a priority. Neither side would be able to wipe the other out and neither side would be able to keep it up forever. If her Master wished for her to add her focus to maintaining the terror, he would of course, let her know. In the interim she remained a stalwart sentinel.


The scent of fresh blood caught her attention. “Kainan…”, she murmured the name of Darth Tacitus, as she knew him, and watched as he dug deeply into his palm with a weapon. Blood. Darth Metus had always told her that there was power in blood. The hair on the back of her neck began to stand on end. It was then that she realized what he was doing and her eyes closed against it for a moment.


She could taste the death. Necromancy.


“Let the Jen’ari feel us, then.”


It was a simple statement as the bodies began to rise. Space superiority was well on its way. The planetary shield was down. Copero City was slowly being disabled and torn apart. The people were already rioting without their efforts. It seemed that everything danced on the edge of a blade.


All they had to do was push it over. 

#1902195 Antebellum | CIS Dominion of Iktotch (U, 38)

Posted by Srina Talon on 15 January 2019 - 12:40 PM



Location: Seedy Cantina

Objective: Meeting A Friend 

Wearing: Inappropriate Exarch Clothing

TagsDarth Tacitus | Scherezade deWinter | Veronika Fleischer


The response was swift. If she were a woman that gambled, or knew how to, she would have placed it to credits. Scherezade deWinter, Madalena Antares, was a paradox but the wintry woman could still read her physical reactions quite well. It was her mind that left the Echani at a loss. Srina was not the most adept when it came to emotion, feelings, or sentiment. Yet, she did know the intimate flavor that imminent violence presented.


If Darth Tacitus did not release the well-endowed Knight immediately, there would be, violence.


It was a blessing that both parties seemed to freeze and step back at her arrival. The young woman never noticed why, though, she did notice the rest of the establishment returning to normalcy once the knife disappeared. Her own awareness about her person was bleak, from her appearance, to her apparent status. Many that were not of her Eshan thought her to be beautiful, exceedingly so, to the point of being referred to as ethereal. There was a touch of otherworldliness about her that was moreso due to her demeanor. No one seemed to understand, that on her homeworld, she wasn’t particularly special.


She looked exactly like her sisters, and her mother, and her mother before that. The Exarch was a dull representation of science gone wrong, and mostly, a case of extremely unoriginal genetics.


The patrons of the bar would not understand this. Kainan, despite their horns, and ruddy skin—seemed demonic. His claws were proof of that. Srina was something else entirely.


‘Do not provoke her, Kainan.’


Her mind brushed against the taller Sith Lord with the grace of a breeze. It was a whisper, a soft prayer, and nothing more. When he moved back sufficiently from the two women she stepped into his personal space to let an arm slide beneath his cloak, and partially around his waist. Compared to his size, she would seem almost childlike, and a starkly different. The half-embrace was touched with more cordiality than she usually expressed though it was still quite business-like until she withdrew. He thanked her for coming and her head inclined…“You are welcome.”  


Mirrored eyes fixated pointedly on a golden-haired female that accompanied Scherezade, silent, for the span of a breath. She had never understood the need to for honorifics but she did recognize why it existed. It took her longer than she would have liked to place the face of the spell-weaver, though, she could not be expected to recall every member of the Confederacy at a glance. They had met in passing once before but Srina did not believe that they had been introduced. She was lucky that she too had been blessed by the Pact of the Jart before the Nightmother took a mysterious leave. “You may both address me by name, Ms. Fleischer, Knight Antares. We are in an establishment where my shoes stick to the floor. Be at ease.”


Her suggestion seemed to entirely ignore that this looked like a place one of them might suffer an attempted robbery. It was a fine place to become a murder victim. Both women suggested a drink in some fashion or another and a ghostly smile crossed her lips when Darth Tacitus seemed to visually recede back into himself. “I—“


She didn’t get the chance to elaborate because the owner of the bar arrived, as if on cue, to bring refreshments. There were a variety of options that were placed on the table and the Echani didn’t immediately know how to respond. She didn’t particularly like being referred to so formally, though, it seemed to happen everywhere she went. “How…Considerate of you. I apologize for the slight disturbance.”  


The owner seemed to wave it off, perhaps, sensing that the danger was over. There had been no actual harm done.


Her focus fell back to Madalena, who still, expressed a measurable amount of displeasure. “Please forgive for the rapid response of Kainan, Knight Antares, but you must know by now that this is no game. You truly do resemble someone many of us once knew. He meant no disrespect.”


She moved to take a seat at the table that all the drinks had been placed at. The seats were higher than normal, and even that, the Exarch managed to lift herself into with a certain level of elegance. Truthfully she couldn't have looked more out of place unless she had arrived in the nude. It might have been an improvement. 


“Let us be seated.”, the slender creature reached out, and gestured for Tacitus to sit beside her. When he did glacier eyes slid over a menu. She was actually a little hungry. “And our dear Emperor will purchase us whatever it is that we desire.”


“Now. What does one eat in a place like this?”


Her gaze would flicker expectantly between Madalena, Veronika, and Kainan. The drink that she chose was a curious one. Mostly, due to the fact that it was something she would have asked for, because much like Tacitus, she did not willingly imbibe. It was a plain fizzy soda with a mint leaf.


Iktotchi really were interesting. 

#1902100 Oh, Hoylin | CIS Dominion of Hoylin [Hex X-39]

Posted by Srina Talon on 15 January 2019 - 02:50 AM



Location: Hoylin~Dojo Near the Lake

Objectives: Hand to Hand Combat Instruction and Limited Force Use

Appearance: Clothing | Hair

Nearby: Adron Malvern | Luna Terrik




Hoylin was unique.


She would not be one to stop and stare at every flower, and every rolling wave of crystalline water, but Srina could not deny that which was blatantly obvious. Elbright City was a beacon. Something about it made her want to stop, relax, and breathe. There was no need to run. No need to move from battle to battle, simply because, war would always exist. It would always be there waiting in the dark.


Peace? Peace was different. Fragile, fleeting, and often a lie.


She would accept this moment of tranquility for what it was. The slender creature moved through the expansive dojo with ease. The wooden floor beneath her bare feet felt natural. The Exarch had set up a few barrels full of water bottles for anyone that chose to stop by, though, most of all she was looking forward to the small chance of reflection. She was slated to share the space with Adron Malvern.


Srina didn’t mind. Her fellow Exarch was welcome to breach her personal space as he pleased, let alone, having a whole dojo to peruse. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t put him through his paces.


“Metus chose me to teach in an area of which he lacks.”


It was a fact. Srina, her first time holding a lightsaber, had put her Master on the ropes before he used a little Sith Magic to restrain her. Mirrored eyes flickered as her gaze fell to the former Imperial with a silent sort of amusement. He seemed to be enjoying the fresh air as well. The diminutive creature was dressed plainly in form-fitting material. Black pants hid toned legs and her torso was wrapped in something she would have at home, a simple white cropped airtex top with cutouts. “Good morning.”, she greeted Adron, reaching out softly to touch his arm. She leaned close, briefly, before withdrawing.  


“I would have liked to fight your instructor. I respect how you hold a sword.”


Respect from the rather dull, lifeless creature, this was high praise. She remained near Adron, orbiting around him for a moment, before she drew toward the middle of the area. The much taller man mentioned that they ought to get started and the Echani felt a ghostly smile spread over her lips. The prospect of combat, rather, the notion of working physically with others placed her at ease.


“Stay on your side of dojo. I do not wish to hurt you, Adron.”


Whether or not she was serious would be difficult to tell. Regardless, a few curious Obsidian Knights entered not long later. One filtered over to Adron while the other decided to speak to Srina regarding technique. “Your stance is too wide. Unbalanced. It leaves you vulnerable.”


One of her first corrections, typically, was incorrect positioning. She had no problem with nudging someone’s foot where she wanted it to be until they got the hang of it. 


Across the sands outside, through the sunlit, beachy weather—A new voice came to join the small chorus of individuals that were slowly streaming in. Most had arrived in the wee hours, so, the barracks had been used appropriately. Mercurial eyes flickered toward the Dauntless Commander and her head tilted slowly. When the young warrior drew close enough the wintry Exarch inclined her head. “You have heard correctly. Please, come in. You may leave your footwear here.”


A true Echani. Less clothing, less armor, was always more.


Her hair was pulled back in a braided ponytail and it swung, just slightly, when she moved toward the marked combat ring. It offended her eyes to see such hardwood touched with paint, however, it was a necessity to maintain rigorous form. This instructional day was meant to teach. To learn—It wasn’t about winning or losing. No, if that was the case, neither she nor Adron would have bothered to temper themselves to make an appearance.


“Come stand with me Luna Terrik.”  

#1901733 Antebellum | CIS Dominion of Iktotch (U, 38)

Posted by Srina Talon on 14 January 2019 - 10:14 AM



Location: Seedy Cantina

Objective: Meeting A Friend 

Wearing: Inappropriate Exarch Clothing

TagsDarth Tacitus | Scherezade deWinter | Veronika Fleischer


For the first time that she could remember Srina was not required to attend the diplomatic needs of one of the newest worlds. No, that duty had been taken up by Adron Malvern. She thought better of his constant distraction with Alessandra Creed since he was essentially taking a blaster bolt to the chest for her. The meaning still held true, though, the Echani knew very well they both preferred taking a sword to the chest. Or to the back, depending.


With the burden lifted from slender shoulders, she found herself moving through streets of Ankhela with some vein of interest. Overall, she liked the Iktotchi people. They were hardy and didn’t seem to waste time with unnecessary trivialities that most of the galaxy seemed so obsessed with. Their buildings were made to last, not, for aesthetics. As were their clothes, their weapons, and even their horns which were capable of regeneration. To the untrained eye, they seemed gruff. Easily displeased.


Almost, xenophobic, though not truly.


Srina saw them differently. She didn’t see their oversized hands, leathery skin, or their apparent stoicism. Echani eyes saw well-preserved emotion. Care. They were respectful of other cultures and rather than to trample on the beliefs of others they simply watched. Waited. Once they had enough information, they acted, both based on experience—and likely their precognitive abilities.


For the diminutive Exarch, they were still too emotional by half, but their sensitivities seemed well-governed. She could respect that, even if, she did not agree.


The ghostly woman had allowed her attendant droids to handle her attire. It was not appropriate for weaponry, however, that did not mean she was unarmed. She merely chose to be creative with her options. The ivory creature wore a combination of deep, burnished gold, and crimson. White-gold hair was swept partially up, braided, and while the rest fell into silken waves.


Though her footsteps seemed idle she was currently following a missive from a friend. He had given her instructions to meet him at specific coordinates, however, this locale did not seem his flavor.


Nevertheless, a familiar presence pulled her toward a place she thought she would have found in the Crimson Corridor on Coruscant before the Sith destroyed the Core. It was not an establishment that she would have regularly frequented, however, she didn’t expect Darth Tacitus to be here either. Yet, this was where her invitation led. Srina bid her ever faithful complement of Magnaguard to wait outside. Rather, in the shadows, and on rooftops.


The nightmarish droids made others feel unsteady thus stealth and discretion served them well.


She moved through the cantina without care. The Exarch was entirely out of place. Her aura was quiet, still, amongst a certain vibe that had started to spread through the patrons. Whilst they fled from her friend Kainan, Srina simply moved around them, barely disturbing the air. The pale beauty saw what she wanted them to see. Nothing more, nothing less. Mercurial eyes fell toward the hulking form of Darth Tacitus, surprised, to see him take hold of Scherezade deWinter [Madalena].




Her voice would be a cooling presence though hedged with a subtle warning. There was a softness to it despite the fact that Echani eyes could guess how this would go. Scherezade had never seemed the type to enjoy her personal space being breeched. Regardless, from experience, she knew that Madalena did not remember her. She did not recall Monastery. She did not recall Haseria. If Madalena did remember these events, in which, Srina had both threatened her very existence and saved it?


It was statistically safe to assume would not remember Kainan either. 

#1901685 Oh, Hoylin | CIS Dominion of Hoylin [Hex X-39]

Posted by Srina Talon on 14 January 2019 - 07:52 AM



O B J E C T I V E S 



Objective One: Camp Star Lake WorkShops – [Elbright City]

Objective One

Objective Two: Camp Star Lake – Elbright City – [Camp Social]

Objective Two

Objective Three: Southern Hemisphere – The Nothing – [Scientific and Healing Exploration]

Objective Three

Objective Four: Hoylin[BYOO]

Objective Four


#1900344 The Devil's Lair | CIS Invasion of TJE's Copero Hex

Posted by Srina Talon on 11 January 2019 - 01:00 PM




Location: [Orbit of Copero - En Route to Planet via Scimitar]

Tags:  Kurenai Yumi | Cardinal Vi'dreya | Darth Metus and so so many more...

Ally: CIS 

Enemy: TJE 



“Perhaps…But I am not a Knight, little friend. You must find peace. We are not going to die Journey. Not here.”


The little shard companion was amusing, though, the little Exarch was feeling less and less capable of such luxuries. The Confederacy had managed to remain in good spirits throughout their travel from the Southern Systems to the Northern Threat—but that would change. Wars such as these always brought about fluctuations in the people fighting it. It was ugly, graceless, and no matter the time it consumed it was always an act of attrition.


A few others from the Dining Hall, Kurenai Yumi among them, joined her in the shuttle. Was Koda Fett joining them? She felt her skin crawl. He claimed to be the last one standing…Though had he really been standing when a building fell on him? That seemed unlikely, however, she supposed it counted as standing when he ran away.  


Srina could also feel her Master, Darth Metus, arrive to the shuttle and the young woman settled in to receive the situational reports that she had requested. She felt infinitely more secure with the Vicelord present and her aura would express that, reaching out, lighting up as it swelled to meet him. She knew his concerns. She knew his fears, though, deeply hidden. Srina offered her Master security. Stability.


The Confederacy, and his children, could do this. It was what they had trained for.


The channels went silent when the Vicelord gave a small speech. It was a far cry different than what any of them would have heard before. It was short, but poignant, and the Apprentice could not help but take a mote of reassurance from it.


”Break. Through.”


As Darth Metus commanded it would be done. It was only a matter of time.


Aside from the mishap with the Veil, due to a miscalculation, it seemed that the Jen’ari forces were scattered. Thin. More than anything it seemed to be the Chiss forming applicable defenses. The white-haired woman could not blame them. Not truly. They had come on the wings of war to decimate anything, and everything, they held dear in order to deal with a growing cancer.


The Chiss Ascendancy, as a whole, had publically chosen the wrong horse to back. Regardless, it wouldn’t be the first time, or the last, that a population suffered from the decisions of their leaders. In order to quell the Jen’ari… War. Total conflict.


It was the only way.


Mauer…Please, standby. We expect that the planetary shields will fall soon.’, she transcribed to the Iron Warden, mindful, that although their transmissions were double encrypted that they should be kept to a minimum. The holo-model he provided went across her comm and silver eyes viewed the battle as easily as if she had full access to a holo-table. She forwarded the data to Darth Tacitus on the Fortressa as well so that it could be dispersed to their allies. ‘This will do nicely. Thank you.’


Mauer really had outdone himself. It would let the Exarch passively keep an eye on the space battle whilst tending to their own missions once they made landfall. The next report came from a former Viceroy, Jorco Czeku, and she made a mental note to keep an eye on the politician turned pirate. For this mission, and many others, he certainly served their needs. ‘Good to hear it. Be prepared to move and give your…War dogs, my best.’


From the Princess Leia she received an update from Shia Kyrze. Her familiarity with the Mandalorian on a personal level was slight, though, she had worked with the majority of the crew during the battle of Skor II. Some of them she had seen on Monastery after the destruction of the Core. One, she knew to be related to the Minister of Commerce. Another, Zak Dymo, left her unsettled. An Echani ensured that all knew how to fight. From cradle to the sword. He was young. By typical standards, or that of a clone, young—and it made her look twice. ‘You’re beneath the planetary shield?’


It wasn’t impossible, after all, the Stealth Scimitar’s and Drop Pods they utilized had technology capable of passing through it. Soon they would be in the same position.


‘Acknowledged, Leia. Please keep us posted, though, we’re right behind you.’


More or less, the entirety of the CIS war effort was right behind them.


Archim Calixis was a creature that Srina had never quite figured out. A cyborg, certainly, but capable of so much more than others she had met. There was no small wonder they allowed the Viceroy to turn Zhar into his own personal playground for robot-kind. His transmission that they had arrived to the Copero System was comforting and she could see his attack rain forward into Chiss defenses via the holo-model that Mauer provided. The Mechanus Armada was formidable. ‘Understood, Viceroy Calixis.’


He didn’t require anything else. No pleasantries, no encouragement, simply a notification that the transmission had been received. He knew what to do.


Then came the status report from the Veil. Adron Malvern informed her what had become of his prized SSD and the silvery-haired woman sighed. Their initial foray into this fight seemed successful, however, the cost was more than any had anticipated. He seemed confident that he would have the Veil up and running and Srina could only have faith in his abilities. “Do not fail.”, she responded simply, coldly, though her fellow Exarch would read between the lines.


If Adron died…Srina would miss him. She had not given him permission to do so yet.


Srina was jostled in her crash webbing none too gently when the Scimitar began to encounter defensive fire, forced to dodge through attacks from both sides, but still she reviewed the notifications that came pouring in. She could feel Journey’s sadness at potentially being destroyed and reached up to secure the floating Shard. She didn’t want him flying into any walls when they suddenly banked right or left.


When the Scimitar leveled she also responded to Amilthi Camlenn who offered up more good news. The removal of the shielding was paramount to their operation. They could do plenty of damage regardless, but if they truly wanted to cripple the Empire, everything needed to go. No aid, no ships, no planetary resources. ‘Acknowledged. Do what you can but do not expend yourselves unnecessarily.’


Word from the Fortressa, from Darth Tacitus, gave more detail that the holo-model did not. Srina did not respond to the Sith Lord other than to confirm receipt of the information. It wasn’t out of disrespect, far from it, she simply didn’t want to distract him. He had to take care of many moving parts and so long as things were running smoothly the Exarch had no concerns. The Orbit of Copero was a battleground in which Tacitus excelled.


Luna Terrik chimed in to report that their team would soon be at the shipyards. Srina nodded her head, absently, whilst trying not to let it bang off of anything while Cardinal Vi'dreya piloted. Rick Kaloo. Pickle Rick, was next. Srina wasn’t certain how to describe what she felt about calling a Jedi a Pickle in the middle of a warzone but it didn’t change the facts. The Admiral was doing incredibly well at adapting as the situation changed. ‘Thank you for looking out for the Veil. You shouldn’t have to wait too much longer for the shielding to drop. It is a work in progress.’




Location: [Planetside - Copero City - Near Parliment Building]

Friendly Tag: Anyone that was in the Scimitar 

Enemy Tag: Soon to be...Cay-Yo and Madison Liddell [Please note: Shifted to "Ground Battle" per DM from Darth Animus]


Eventually, communications scattered, while they descended through the atmosphere. Cardinal had their intended target. Copero City was vast, wide, and seemed to contain most of the governing bodies. The defenses that the city maintained were impressive, however, so was the stealth capability of the Scimitar. They flew low and slow, mindful of a decent place to land, though it wouldn’t be easy. They'd definitely taken a few glancing blows on the way in, but, that was more the arena of the Dominus. He was the pilot and would report as needed. If the ship got destroyed they could call for another—But it would be more efficient to keep it whole.


When the Scimitar settled the young woman unhooked her crash webbing. They were on Copero. Finally. The Planetary Shield was still up, but, some of their forces could slip through. It was at their own peril, but, technology made it possible. Their first target? The parliament buildings. [Cay-Yo and Madison Liddell]


Taking leave from the ship was easy enough. The streets of Copero City were in a state of anarchy. Rioting. There was so much fear in the air that it felt like thick tar. From a building adjacent to Parliament, Srina felt confusion, because much Lore of the Chiss claimed that they were extremely military-minded. Perhaps she had misunderstood. Through a pair of monoculars she could see what appeared to be local militia and other groups trying to hold the crowd in check…But it didn’t seem to be working.


Her gaze paused on the steps of Parliament. Was that blood? Were those bodies?




Though, strangely enough, not of their own making. Her observations would be made known to all that traveled with her.


“They cannot control the civilians. They are…Killing their own?” 

#1900074 The Sound of Silence

Posted by Srina Talon on 11 January 2019 - 12:28 AM



The trio of misfits had taken notice.


Regardless her suppressed Force Signature… It was to be expected. Her fellow Exarch, Adron Malvern, appeared as he was. There was no guise. No attempt to hide who he was, what he was, or what he was capable of. He was like their Master. A hammer, in a vast universe, where everything was a nail. Srina was the opposite. Precise, cold, and meticulous.


The vision in white took in a myriad of emotions clotting the ash-filled air. Anxiousness, fear, apprehension, and even a vein of distrustful anger. A sword was drawn, bright in the dark, and primrose lips curved into an amused smile. It was a very human response. Reacting to the unknown, to the mysterious, to the endless primordial dark. Some, would always overcorrect.  


The dust that rose from scorched earth, that became the raven, was a familiar presence. A beloved mentor. A friend. Family. She reached up to touch sleek, corporeal black feathers, before her head turned to affectionately release a melodic chirruping whistle. It was approval. Gracious, acceptance. The last time Darth Metus had taken this form had been long ago. He hadn’t wanted her to venture into a world full of Fexian Skullborer’s without him. Her Master was protective.


Mostly, the Echani indulged it. They both knew the truth. The Dread Queen needed nothing. She simply required that which was of use.


A finely arched eyebrow rose whilst Allya Vi'Dreya sought to play peacemaker. Her fingers moved, twining with Adron’s, but no words would leave her. It was a scene that unfolded, exposing too much, of the little warrior. The progeny of her Master was mature, in so many ways, but still so soft. So youthful. Wishful. The Exarch’s of the Confederacy approached in their own time. They did not hurry. They did not stumble, no matter the terrain, especially as her sure footing led the way.


The snow-kissed woman stopped neither too far, nor too close, before bringing her finger perpendicular to her lips.




The sound she exuded was slight but it held an incredible, almost impossible, weight. It echoed through the terrain and present company would be hard pressed not to notice how even the gurgling flow of the river seemed to obey. Hush. Like a mother quieting a newborn in the dead of night. In the opinion of an Echani that used combat as a perfectly acceptable substitute for language—everyone involved speculated and talked too much.


‘Let the dead sleep. You could shovel this ash, like snow, into hollow graves or you can let fate run its course. We all return to the dust. To the Force.’


Her lips never moved. Telepathy, to be heard clearly, was her current avenue of choice. The pale specter did not burst into the minds of those present unwarranted. She did not seek to impress upon their faculties, to break into the prison of their consciousness, no, she merely wished to be heard. She was not attempting to read their minds and had no desire to.


Mercurial eyes turned to the tall female that had started it all. Srina knew, who had started the blaze. It was irrelevant. She recognized self-sufficiency. Independence. She had also seen the gestures that had been made from afar. The little cat, who was not so little, was quite mute. It didn’t take much to piece that together. Anyone else would have said something whilst being challenged.


Instead, her reaction was physical.


Srina understood that.


Silver eyes seemed to reflect what little light existed as she glanced at Adron, first, before continuing. It would be clear that there was a conversation transpiring that others wouldn’t see. Do we proceed? Almost delicately, she drew Adron’s hand high, twisting it, so that the back of it brushed her cheek—before letting him go.


Her fingers formed words through a short series of gestures that would be clear to the Firrerreon-female. Elegant, in all things, she wove a simple tapestry of four letters. [Safe]


Safe. Truly safe, because the Exarch demanded it. She would not take kindly to anyone that thought otherwise.


Her mental voice would chime in again for all present, sweet, and crystalline as the dawn. It had often led others to confusion. From Masters to minions, many, had often wondered how she could possibly be Sith. ‘What do you seek?’


Who was she talking to?


Whomever answered.  


Adron Malvern


#1899292 The Sound of Silence

Posted by Srina Talon on 09 January 2019 - 02:56 PM



The white-haired woman was pulled all over the Galaxy by visions of fleeting images. She was blessed with a feeling. A sensation, which often, led to a particular set of coordinates. The listless Echani did not often know why these visions pulled from the ether, nor, could she predict when they would suddenly have her parading the Ferocity all over the verse. The young woman simply knew not to fight it. There were consequences that could not be avoided. It was simply the will of the Force.


The ethereal balance would see it done.


Srina found herself standing on the far edge of a village that was still burning. Silver eyes, moon touched, curled around the smoke and against the ash. The area reeked of death. It was a scar, a blight, on the planet that told a story any young apprentice knew. She could follow the charred corpses like a story unfolding. The scent of death, the phantom wail of pain, was all part of the orchestra by which this act had been committed.


Her heart did not weep. Her soul did not tremble. The slender creature had seen such wanton waste before. In the Core. She’d coughed up ash from her lungs for weeks afterward. With that in mind she brought her cloak a little tighter, moving away from the winds, versus with them. She needed to be able to see with all of her senses. There was no need to accept the destruction as a viable distraction.


Her attire did not suit this world. It did not suit a plane of villages and muddy streets. From head to toe, she was swathed in white, which was slowly turning a shade of grey. Her presence would be suppressed. Delicate footsteps pulled her forward. There was nothing about her form that did not exude grace. It was the nature of her species, versus, something that had been learned. She knew how to move without making a sound. Her eyes, Echani, missed nothing.


Her extra senses led the way toward three individuals. Two, near one another. Another making the approach? White-gold hair slipped from her hood, glimmering like starlight, and a darker presence made itself known to her. Familiar. So, he had decided to heed her call. “Adron.”, she breathed, holding her hand out to the much taller man, as she often did. She was his opposite in every way. Whilst some likened her to a celestial being, or a ghost, her partner was entirely visceral. Solid.


“Walk with me.”


She was a creature of few words, however, he would know to move with her. They were more familiar with each other than individuals, who weren’t lovers, had any right to be. But it was so. He would follow her to the edge of the world, and she, would follow him. Sightless, mercurial eyes, swept over the dying horizon. The ivory shimmersilk of her clothing raked along the ground. She wore a traveling dress that held tight to her hips before producing a flare of elegance. The sides were split, straight to her thigh, with protective leggings beneath, to allow ease of movement.


Her vision grew complicated. She could see the flames, a box, and a woman… Where was she?


“There. They are departing.”, she nodded in the direction of the trio that seemed as if they were beginning to leave. She could not see the face of the female. It didn’t matter. She had seen it before. Over, and over. She had seen actions, deeds, in their barest forms…But the one thing her visions always lacked?


A voice.  


Tag: The Wayfarer | Vice | Adron Malvern | Shakti Sweet

#1897933 The Devil's Lair | CIS Invasion of TJE's Copero Hex

Posted by Srina Talon on 05 January 2019 - 02:44 PM




Location: [Fortressa] - Cafeteria to Hangar - [Copero System]

Tags: Dianah Vi'DreyaKurenai YumiKyberScherezade deWinter | Cardinal Vi'dreya 

Ally: CIS 

Enemy: TJE



Kurenai Yumi is correct. I will not be giving anyone an oil massage.”


Srina chimed in, having overheard, just before sitting down. The quiet woman did not understand what their troops were doing to prepare for what would undoubtedly be a long a gory battle. If Kyber wished to clean the Fortressa dining hall he could do so without resorting to a card game to engage in domestic services. She settled in beside [Scherezade deWinter] Madalena Antares and for the life of her could not figure out why the woman was giggling so much. “Are you feeling well Knight Antares?”


Thankfully, she was given new cards. Silver eyes burned into them.


“Madalena. These cards are worse. I believe this game is for horrible people.”


No. She would not be reading any of these aloud. Some of it was extremely offensive, and some of it, she couldn’t begin to understand. Did she need a translator? Regardless, in the spirit of things, she tried to play a few rounds but when she felt a touch of rouge spread to her cheeks Srina was most definitely through with it. Anything that could make her blush, in any capacity, ought to be wiped from existence.


Srina was grateful for the interruption from Journey, a Shard, which worked regularly with Cardinal Vi'dreya. The seemingly delicate Echani was actually quite friendly toward the unit. It spoke plainly and mercurial eyes swept over it carefully, almost kindly, before she returned its praise in sentence form. “My features are fairly symmetrical, Journey. Their general sameness is pleasing to your sensors.”, she started off, before an empty smile, devoid of life crossed her wintry countenance. “But…I appreciate the sentiment.”


However, the message that Journey, an Obsidian Squire carried, was far more important. A moment of silence would pass around the table, but in those seconds, everyone began to move. When Madalena asked that Srina declare the winner the Exarch frowned. How did one win from such revulsion and indecent humor? “I win. Thank you for playing. Please, burn this game at your earliest convenience. You may also toss it out of an airlock. That is acceptable.”  


She had been the only one to refuse reading what was on the card, so clearly, her lessons in basic etiquette had not been in vain. Her gaze went back to Kurenai Yumi, Kyber, Dianah Vi'Dreya, and Jaron Lesan. She hoped this would not be the last time she saw them in good health. “Now—Everyone, get to your positions.”


As she prepared to do the same Srina become keenly aware of someone present that offended her, even more, than playing Cards Against the Confederacy. He had entered the Dining Hall as if he had a right to the air that filtered into his metallic helm. The Exarch tucked her hair into her hood and pulled it up over her face. She hid pallid skin, glimmering eyes, and a heavy gaze that was laden with displeasure. There was a reason Alessandra Creed had handled the acquisition of this one. “Koda Fett.”


He would be hard-pressed not to hear the darkness in her voice. Over and over…He sought to take someone infinitely precious from her. She would not stand for it. Though, for the time being, the Vicelord seemed fond of him. “Try not to die. I’d hate to be robbed the pleasure of killing you myself.”


Whereas Darth Metus would eventually forgive her such a transgression, for murdering his favorite Mandalorian, Koda Fett would remain dead. The reward outweighed the risk.


She pulled from the Dining Hall without waiting for a response. She didn’t hate the Bounty Hunter. No, nothing so specific. He was merely guilty of trying to break someone that belonged to her. Nevertheless, she would oblige him, if he wished another building dropped on his head. There were plenty and Srina, if nothing else, was patient.


The Exarch found Cardinal Vi'dreya in the hangar easily enough. It was in time for the Fortressa to emerge from Hyperspace, and, to hear the words of Darth Tacitus. It felt strange to her. Distant. This whole war was one born of practical necessity. Not hatred. Srina had boiled it all down to a game of numbers. Math. The few versus the many. “Present, Dominus.”, she greeted the dark-skinned man as she stepped upon his stealth ship.  


Darth Metus would be along shortly, however, until then the Exarch began to request situation reports from the varying moving parts of the Confederacy. The Holo-Comm lit up as she found her seat, heavily encrypted, and adjusted her crash webbing.


“This is Exarch Talon. Report, from all Confederate Units. Check-in and relay status.”


This went for every official member of their governing body or military that had deigned to set foot in Chiss Space. Even their allies. From Darth Tacitus on the bridge of the Fortressa, to Adron Malvern on the Veil, to Luna Terrik, Rylan Kordel, Coren Starchaser, and many, many others. She didn’t care who spoke for their group, as long as they checked in, and communicated.


Srina would re-route the responses as needed, as long as she could, before the true fight began. Once that happened she would need to pass much of it off to their automatons for proper handling. Regardless, the Exarch would be kept apprised.


Chatter began. Rapid, fast paced. The Veil was hit.  


Her eyes closed, briefly, but there was no reason to panic. It was a surprise. However, Adron knew what he was doing. Whatever the Jen'ari threw...He could handle. 


 “We need to be on the move sooner than later Cardinal. We know our duty.” 

#1897036 Concord Dawn [Moon]

Posted by Srina Talon on 03 January 2019 - 09:55 AM

Gilamar SkirataNo need to apologize! You're good to go now - Please, Enjoy! Approved. 

#1896741 The Devil's Lair | CIS Invasion of TJE's Copero Hex

Posted by Srina Talon on 02 January 2019 - 08:38 AM




Location: [Fortressa] - Cafeteria - [Arriving to Chiss Space]

Tags: Dianah Vi'DreyaKurenai YumiKyberScherezade deWinter

Ally: CIS 

Enemy: TJE



The ever silent Exarch had sojourned to the cafeteria of the Fortressa for a light snack. All of the preparation they had done seemed to have taken more out of her than she had initially anticipated. The Vicelord, Darth Metus, had insisted that they take moment to breathe before it was too late. They slender woman left the room that was reserved for war preparations feeling a little startled. They’d been cooped up so long, she’d forgotten to eat, and she’d forgotten the time. War, by nature, was an all-consuming monster. It took everything one had to give.


And many things they didn’t.


Upon being dismissed in an official capacity she had demanded that her Master find the nearest refresher. Her words had been plain. “Master, I wish you not to die. Please see to your hygiene so that the Jen’ari do not smell you upon our arrival.”


She offered the man a ghostly smile before departing. Her ways were chilled, touch with frost, but never deliberately cruel or offensive. Srina had also chosen to shower, just in case she’d been contaminated, and dressed practically. With that in mind, she set to gearing up correctly. The Obsidian Knight Strike armor, shaded with violet, a terentatek body glove, and a few other small items. Her weapons were already awaiting her on her chosen Stealth Scimitar.


By the time she arrived at the dining arena it was pretty picked over, but she found jogan fruit, and a few other things she both enjoyed and found sustaining. What caught her attention, mid-bite of a jogan fruit, was the gathering of Confederates at a large table. Immediately, her elegant brow furrowed. Was something wrong? Normally, before battle, the troops tended to rest. Take what little personal time they could. Her melodic voice would carry over the group as she made her inquiry… “What is this? Training? Preparation?”


Scherezade—Madalena Antares tried to explain but wound up pulling her into an empty chair. The ivory creature did not resist, unintentionally curious, but would appear to be very perplexed by the concept. Srina Talon could do many things. She could access the Force, more than ever, and aid her Master in leading a war against a new Imperial threat. She could try to defend the land that her better half had once protected. She could fight. But, there were little things, like this, that made her feel inadequate.


Games? Were made for children. Srina Talon had not been called such in many moons.


The cards were passed after @Dianah Vi’Dreya arrived. Cards Against the Confederacy? She frowned and glanced over at Kurenai Yumi and Kyber before turning quiet eyes back to Madalena.


“…I do not understand. Is this treason, Knight Antares?”


Srina believed that Scherezade must have been very injured. Her name was Scherezade. Not, Madalena. But she would not aggravate her condition but confusing her further. She had read a medical-holo once that dredging up memories for someone wasn’t ready to receive them was both impolite and unsafe. Aside from a distinctive lack of liquor and knives Madalena seemed very well adjusted.


Silver eyes turned toward the small cards in her hands and her frown deepened.


“I do not wish for these cards. They are all inappropriate.”


She paused, brows raising for a moment, before glancing with no small amount of concern at Madalena.


“...Very inappropriate.”  

#1896588 Red Shadow Virus

Posted by Srina Talon on 01 January 2019 - 08:25 PM

Archiving per Request of OP Adron Malvern 


#1896464 Hello?

Posted by Srina Talon on 01 January 2019 - 01:15 PM

Saturnus Welcome Back - Enjoy your stay!

#1896379 The Devil's Lair | CIS Invasion of TJE Controlled Copero OOC

Posted by Srina Talon on 31 December 2018 - 11:55 PM

Rick Kaloo You've been cleared by Darth Metus. He can't get to the PC atm so I'll get you added.

#1895378 Triffis Drifters [CIS Dominion of Triffis Hex T-41]

Posted by Srina Talon on 28 December 2018 - 11:40 AM



Location: Triffis [Planetside] - Triffis Drifter Arena [Near the Ant Hill] 

Nearby: Allya Vi'DreyaLarentiaAlwine LechnerGerwald Lechner| Lirka Ka

Next to:Josiah Denko

Objective: The droids are beaten. A quiet, ending. 




Thankfully, Allya responded to her communication. The further they went underground the less a signal would be able to pass through. Both female fighters would find it difficult to get a call out through their comms, though, Srina had reservations about whether or not either of them would actually call for help if needed. They had a similar stubbornness that was truly a little worrisome. If one of her Master’s daughters perished in her presence the Echani was uncertain how that story would unfold.


The death of his sister had been a necessity to rid the Confederacy of a murderous blight. This was different. Dying in service of the nation was different. Srina only hoped that the youngling was half as competent as she seemed. Perhaps, that would see her through this day.


Srina was not blind to Knight Denko moving at her side. She could feel him as she felt the air on her skin. As she could taste the dust in the air of Triffis—He was there. They moved like a whirling dervish through the droids that made an unfortunate approach. The stands would hold. The pit would remain clear. The Exarch fell into battle as easily as the shore slipped beneath the waves. It held the sensation of drowning, though, she found herself able to breathe. “To your left…”, she warned the Jedi, taking care, to utilize both physical attacks and the Force.


She preferred to use her abilities congruently. The vibrostaff that she wielded was one of the deadliest in its class. The reach that it provided, combined with the sharpest of edges, allowed her to deal with the rampant automatons with the utmost precision. No wasted movements. No wasted breath. The double-bladed approach served her fighting style well. The Exarch became a blur of ivory and purple, a whirlwind of motion, and she used the spinning staff to take limbs from the droids—before drawing back to pierce core processors.


Srina was not above using the staff to pin them to the ground before using the Force to rip metal heads from equally metallic shoulders. This was so disappointing. Millions of credits lost, hundreds, thousands, of lives—and for what? Some game that a madman wanted to play with their nation?


Her teeth bared for a moment as she swiped vertically to split a robot from one end to the other.


Knight Denko would step in when reports came through her comm. It was constant. Both from the skies above and the dirt tunnels below. When Allya Vi'Dreya reported that she had found a thousand of droids at the end of the rabbit hole she felt a flare of ice in her veins. “Investigate in order to find a way to shut them down. Do not engage anything that can be avoided.”


If Lirka Ka and Allya hit the nest too hard it would be akin to a swarm of bees. They would be hard-pressed to survive it. The battle, the constant motion, would take its toll on all of them eventually.  

Then, like an angel on high, came the voice of the Minister of Science. Rashae. She promised a solution within ten minutes and Srina could feel some of the tenseness in her form dissipate. It took her a moment to respond, between fighting, and the Minister would heard blaster fire going off near the young woman’s head when she did reply. “Understood, Minister. We’re still holding our own on the ground but the droids are many. I believe the main terminal that controls the majority of the facilities on the surface is just to the west of Triffis Arena. I’ll forward the coordinates.”


Srina didn’t know that Madalena Antares [Scherezade deWinter] had already confirmed it as the line went dead shortly thereafter. With the promise of help on the way, a solution, the Exarch could only do what she had been trained to do since she’d been old enough to hold a sword. Fight. She didn’t stop. It didn’t matter how her lungs burned or how her muscles ached, she kept moving, kept striking, until suddenly everything seemed to freeze.


The droids, all at once, stopped moving.


The Exarch slowly let her guard down. Slowly. She didn’t trust, not yet, but the timeline followed what the Minister had promised. A moment later Rashae came through on the comm confirming that their operation had been successful. As the Fortressa was no longer falling toward the planet the young woman took a few seconds to organize her thoughts before responding. “Exceptional work, Minister.”


“Take a moment. Do what you need to, then, we need a full report of losses and the status of the Fortressa. Ensure that this is an isolated incident. First Responders and medical services will still be needed for the people of Triffis. Especially, near the arena. Give your team our praise.”


She then switched channels to hail Allya Vi'Dreya and Lirka Ka. Since the droid factory had been shut down and the anti-virus administered they should have also experienced the same sudden calm. Droids, large or small, since these were all connected, should have shut down. Srina just wanted to be certain. “Status required. Report back to Triffis Arena as quickly as you can.”


Silver eyes found Knight Denko among robotic shells. The immediate threat was over. But, there was still a lot of work to be done before they could truly rest. People were the backbone of their nation. The citizens, here, on Triffis, would need them still.