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Karlie Lynn Destat

Karlie Lynn Destat

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#1862032 [Echoes of Eternity] The Bones of Zakuul [PM to join]

Posted by Karlie Lynn Destat on 19 September 2018 - 11:25 AM

Location:  Inside her ship Castan-LCX-L3

Objective: Seek out any evidence of bio/chem weapons 

Dressed:  Casua

Interacting:  A rather odd, but peculiar younger girl. Interesting subject to say the least... Hope she stays the course.

Post: 16






"Oh?.." There was that disappointing tone in her voice...like someone getting ditched again.


"I see...sure...yea...I know...."Karlie nodded, before quickly stepping back to switch off the holo projection of the Centurion droid.


There was that moment of silence when that moment a guest whom had been invited is about to leave, where one can't seem to find the words to say 'stay a little longer'

And Karlie did wish for just a bit more company. Ok, so it would maybe come out like she were desperate...desperate fro some kind of friend. But the girl obviously wasn't game. Still, there was so much that Karlie picked up as similarities despite the poor girl's depressive and somewhat destructive demeanor. And yes, that little bump on her head. Karlie still felt awful about it, despite it were an accident and the girl nearly weighed as much as her, making it difficult for Karlie to carry Scherezade like she were nothing but a rag doll. Ok, so Karlie wasn't like all muscle..just toned enough.


"I've got to get back to Castagne myself...you know...get some transports or barge thingy, vessel or other to haul these droids away..." Yes, she were stalling for time. Time to maybe peak some interest in the girl to maybe stay a bit longer.


"..yea..." She looked around her cockpit/cabin to come up with something, as the girl took to head toward the exit.


"Uhm, Scherezade.... I can cook you something!" No she couldn't. Karlie was not to keen on cooking. Not that she couldn't, but why spend time cooking when others could cook for you. And besides, MRE weren't too bad once the frequency oven did its magic.


"I mean... I've got some ready to eat rations...some are edible by some standards I guess. Don't like cooking really. But thought maybe you shouldn't leave on an empty stomach.." Ok, so the girl's stomach wasn't so empty as she had already nearly finished the bottle of Whyrens. There was in fact quite a few carbs besides alcohol in that liquor.


Ok, damn it..to the point then... "Could you maybe not leave so soon? I really don't mind you staying....just for a little bit more. You had said you don't have any particular place to be. I'm in no hurry to get home either..."






Scherezade deWinter

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Posted by Karlie Lynn Destat on 14 September 2018 - 03:03 PM

Location:  Inside her ship Castan-LCX-L3

Objective: Seek out any evidence of bio/chem weapons 

Dressed:  Casua

Interacting:  A rather odd, but peculiar younger girl. Interesting subject to say the least... Hope she stays the course.

Post: 16






Karlie wiped her lips, the burning sensation of her esophagus on fire welled up some tears. 

"Cough... Ahem....here, got to take this call..." She handed Scherezade the bottle back, as she took a few steps to open up the channel on the forward cockpit chair.


'I see you're back...." It were her father, which surprised Karlie. Surprised as how in blazes did he know she were back?

"Uhm..yea. Just got back. I'm fine dad..." She replied, looking about the interior of her ship. Did he have an eye on her? But how could he?...Karlie had designed the ship. She'd know. 

She settled her eyes on Scherezade who was still seated on the other bed and shot her a small smile. The call didn't seem of anything dire and she figured it'd be quick...maybe.


'Yes, your comp relayed that to me' he replied, which caused Karlie to take in a bated breath before she tightened up her lips. So it were the snitch..her Ai comp that was behind it. Grrr...it pissed her so that her own Ai comp would inform her father and not make mention of it or ask permission to do so.

Then again, the Ai comp had been her father's surprise that he had gotten installed before she picked up her ship.


"Yea...well I guess you know about my-"


-Karlie- her Ai comp tried to interject but it were too late.


"...guest." Karlie then realized that maybe her comp didn't disclose all. She silently mouthed what looked like the word 'Shiet!'


A moment of silence followed.


Well, odd guest wasn't mentioned...hmm.'her father's tone were not one of worry. seemed if her so called guest was of any concern, her ship's Ai would have alerted him. Being he trusted her, he said no more about her guest but asked if she found anything pertinent down in that old relic of a station.


"Not what we came here to find...no. At least not in the scope of something to be concerned about. The chemical stash was more geared for aquatic systems I think. Algaecide; common copper sulfate compounds in pure form, encased in dispersal nodules...." she went on to summarize what she had been sent here for.


'Sounds like nothing to call the marines about. Very good Karlie. Should expect you leaving Drukenwell system soon then...'


"Yes...soon." She replied, before..



'Still here.'


"This was a treasure hunt of sort wasn't it? I mean, it had been presented as such by Darth Tacitus ..right?"


'It was.You find something of interest?'


"Hmm..not sure. Actually I didn't think about it at the time...but there are some...hold on a second while I get my scanner." Karlie quickly jotted over to her bed and picked up the scanner she had used to download the droid's holo blueprint she had taken of it.


"Uhm...just give me a minute more, Scherezade. " she said, gesturing with her index the minute, before she returned to her call.

She then activated it, projecting the droid she had scanned in front of her. It showed the mechanical insides in detail and such.


"I'm opening up the holo on the comm, dad." Karlie said as then the holo image of her dad appeared in front of her. As well, the holo imagery of the droid and it's structural make-up were transmitted to her father also. He were seeing now inside her ship. 

Karlie picked up his one raised eyebrow as he viewed not only the droid, but her guest.


"Uhm..yea...anyway dad.." She spun the holo pickup scanner away from Scherezade and aimed it to only show the droid's hologram and hers.

"I was thinking maybe I can have a few of these droids picked up...see about maybe making some use for them...you know."


'Interesting...quite old...but interesting non-the-less.' Her dad was seen nodding as his holo image seemed to look over her find.

'If you think they warrant bringing back a few samples...I've no objection.'


"Ok thanks. I'll make some arrangements with our merchant fleet ....you know...get a shuttle or two to pick a few..." 


'Ok then... let me leave you to your guest. I'll see you back on Castagne soon...over.' And as quick as that, her dad's holo link cut out.


"YESSSS!!!" Karlie spun around with quite an excited look on her features. A shuttle or two..right!

Karlie wasn't thinking of just a few droids, but the entire stock, lock and barrel. She figured tens of thousands of those units. Ok, so they were old. But they were well constructed and still seemed fully functional. All she figured was upgrading their power cells and...and she'd have literly ten thousand or so battle droids. All at just the cost of shipping and handling. Peanuts!


She didn't seem so gloom now as she hopped her butt back on her bed.

"Yea...found a cache of old droids down there. I mean..like tens of thousands...give or take a few..hehe." Yes, Karlie's demeanor had suddenly changed.


"Hey...look at that... they're kind of neat..no?" She motioned for Scherezade to check out the still projecting holo image of the battle droid she had scanned.




"There's more than enough droids down in the hold for both of us. I mean...well they're just found goods. We can share what I found.." She offered, extending her hand out to Scherezade for her to take another swig off the Whyrens. It were horrid, sure. But after a few swigs...it wouldn't matter as to how it tasted....







Scherezade deWinter






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Posted by Karlie Lynn Destat on 13 September 2018 - 11:02 AM

Location:  Inside her ship Castan-LCX-L3

Objective: Seek out any evidence of bio/chem weapons 

Dressed:  Casua

Interacting:  A rather odd, but peculiar younger girl. Interesting subject to say the least... Hope she stays the course.

Post: 15





A long moment of silence stilled the air...contemplation.


Karlie now had some insight as to why this girl had played on her mind all day. 

Scherezade was in so many ways not so different than her at that age. Lost. 

Lost, as she had once been in terms of finding herself alone...abandoned at the age of 12. Only that were her initial feelings, due to her midi's withdrawal of her sith mother's influence. But all that was really a result of a mother's betrayal. A mother who's sole purpose of tapping into unconditional love of a daughter to mother was for the sole purpose of taking over that daughter's body. 


But Karlie had a loving and dedicated father...and support from a jedi; a Master Elohssa, in abating Karlie's midicloreans withdrawal from their force influential dependency of her sith master..her mother. One would have thought that Karlie had been a junkie with the intensity of the withdrawals, upon which her midis reacted in loosing her mother's dark-force influence.


Scherezade apparently had no support. And of those whom the girl had trusted in that aspect had betrayed her also

There was little that Karlie could think to do or say at that moment...hence the silence...that awkward moment.


"I think I understand..." were all she could say.

Sure, Karlie could well open up more and divulge other atrocities she had suffered unknowingly under her sith mother's hand. But this moment were not really about her. Rather, it were Scherezade's.

All she could do was listen and understand. Making any suggestions or comments would be futile and quite insulting, as Scherezade didn't open up to Karlie but for the sole reason to understand. 


Karlie nodded...head hung low. She most certainly didn't know how to make her stay any longer than she wanted. Scherezade had been hurt..damaged by others close to her. Who was Karlie to this girl? Nothing really. Just a soul who was here at the moment...with an ear.


"Uhm...not my choice of poison..." She then said, looking at the Whyren's Reserve. Scherezade could hardly besaid to be nursing it,as it were more than half gone already.


"....but you think maybe you can pass the bottle over for a second?"






Scherezade deWinter

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Posted by Karlie Lynn Destat on 07 September 2018 - 02:22 PM

Location:  Inside her ship Castan-LCX-L3

Objective: Seek out any evidence of bio/chem weapons 

Dressed: Casua

Interacting:  A rather odd, but peculiar younger girl. Interesting subject to say the least... Hope she stays the course.

Post: 14



"Hmm... I guess. " She replied, not fully knowing as to what Scherezade meant, or at what capacity. Yes, she could see how easily someone could become attached to another and not that person doing the same. It were what was occurring here and she was starting to feel the lump in her chest...that disappointment of one's expectations of another going way South.


Maybe she could never really reclaim what had been stolen from her. Not for lack of want or trying, as she had so pathetically pressed herself of this girl. But for the most part, Karlie did lack the social experiences of adolescence development. She was 19 when she fully severed that connection which had greatly influenced her. And at the same time, her connection to the force. It had been more than a shock to find upon awakening....silence.

Karlie had been primed to the use of the darkness of the force, in a manner that she not been fully aware. Not in the sense that she was in many ways like an apprentice to a sith. only that sith..were her very own mother. But unlike the sith where an apprentice is primed to one day succeed it's master, Karlie was to be succeeded by the master. Karlie were to become the living vessel upon which the sith master would claim her body and thus...live another generation through Karlie. This of course were repeated for countless generations using a daughter. 

Karlie's mother was like no mother at all. For she only bared daughters to continue her existence in their bodies. 

THIS Karlie could understand in a manner of what Scherezade were closely meaning. 


But to be betrayed by one whom were a friend? 


Yes, perhaps in a way it resembled such a betrayal as what a mother like hers would do to her own daughters.


Karlie nodded, understanding Scherazade's meaning of 'Friends' being dangerous. 

"I understand..." She then said, getting a grip on the edge of the bed she were sitting on, across from the girl again. Karlie had sat down again, as it were less threatening to the girl, than if she stood up. 


"It's like a mother's betrayal in a sense. You know... what you believe should be unconditional love, to discover that it never existed at all." She lowered her head.


No, she couldn't argue with Scherezade. Karlie understood that gut wrenching pain of betrayal. And in a way, it could be as devastating as what she had experienced with her mom.


Only friends didn't share unconditional love. But if one did blindly trust the other to call them friend to then find betrayal behind them....

Yes, perhaps it could be the same, she were thinking. And certainly nothing she wanted to re-experience.


She did her best to surface an Ok type of smile. She certainly didn't want Scherezade to leave, thinking that she were hurt. Hell, that would be crazy, as they only met just hours ago.







Scherezade deWinter


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Posted by Karlie Lynn Destat on 04 September 2018 - 03:17 PM

Location:  Inside her ship Castan-LCX-L3

Objective: Seek out any evidence of bio/chem weapons 

Dressed: Casua

Interacting:  A rather odd, but peculiar younger girl. Interesting subject to say the least... Hope she stays the course.

Post: 13




Ok, so she didn't want her to make a fuss over it. Not after she had caused that lump. Karlie took a step back, letting Scherazade take over the compress. She definitely didn't want to add more pain to her injury.


Karlie was about to break in about that was what she too felt about her ship. Up to date, only she had ever been inside. Ok, well except for the builders and techs who manufactured and put it together as she had designed it. But that didn't count. Karlie started the clock the moment she took it on her maiden flight.

But the girl aside from preferring more liquor, asked as to what she wanted of her.


Well this kind of took Karlie a bit off balance as she was just going with it. yet..

Yet she was suffering from lack of social interactions as far as friends went. She really didn't have any.

Karlie had kind of been bottled up..controlled...mind controlled by what she were told were a sith mother. Since her mother's demise, her main objective were to become her own person again..rediscover herself. But that too had a price. it didn't require social interactions like making friends. She had been for the most part home schooled before entering Castan Academy.

...and then she had focused on sciences and bio-engineering. But that only remained one's keen interest up to a point. Now that she was employed in the Bureau...there were no friends to be had..or call friends in the agency.


So here she was now asked...what did she want of Scherazade?


"I...I don't know." Karlie replied, taking another step back and plopping her narrow butt on the bed next to Scherazade.

For a moment she hung her head low, before resting her head on her hand, elbow resting on her knee.

She then ran her hand down her features before standing up again.


"I've got some Whyren's reserve...you can have it....

You can leave if you like....if you're feeling better...if you do wish to leave, I mean..." Yes, she now knew she had hoped maybe the girl could stay..talk...be some company...maybe...


"I couldn't leave you there..passed out...Thought maybe when I couldn't bring you to your ship, that.... I don't know.

Maybe when you'd wake up..."She then shrugged her shoulders. " I don't know...sigh.

I never had a friend. Don't know what it is to have one..." She barely was able to look back over to the girl. Lord...she must think I'm a psycho... Karlie thought to herself.


"I'm your friend, Karlie.." her Ai ship's comp then chimed in.


"Grr...not now please. "Karlie's frustration certainly showed for her comp's interruption.

"Stick with maintaining system's parameters. I'll call you if I need you." Karlie's eyes made a circle.

She had hoped the comp wouldn't make its presence known. Karlie had thought she had spoken to it several times already.


"As you wish." It replied and then seemed to click off.


"The liquor...right..." Karlie then said meeting Scherazades's glare at her. For sure now the girl was going to think she was a nut case, Karlie thought; as she stepped into the tiny corridor outside the cockpit to withdraw the unopened flask of Correlia's best.


"Personally I don't much care for it. Was recommended for me to have it on board. You can have it...take it with you, if you like " She offered the flask to the girl, expecting for Scherazade to make a run for it off her ship and away from her.


"Personally... I've taken a liking to mead...honey wine." So ok, the girl didn't seem to be booking as Karlie had thought she would.

Was this a good sign?

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Posted by Karlie Lynn Destat on 31 August 2018 - 02:30 PM

Location:  back inside her ship Castan-LCX-L3

Objective: Seek out any evidence of bio/chem weapons 

Dressed: Casua

Interacting:  A rather odd, but peculiar younger girl. Interesting subject to say the least... Hope she stays the course.

Post: 12











"Eeek!...." Karlie couldn't have jumped more in surprise than if a mynock had gotten on board.


"Gasp!..." She cupped a hand to her mouth, as she looked over to Scherezade, not knowing what to say, except...

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry..."And she were now. Not that she weren't before, but knowing that the girl felt it was even worse.


They were in the forward main cabin of Karlie's ship. It were uniquely designed by her. The dam main bedroom cabin was actually the cockpit.The long nose of the ship was dura-glassthat could easily see out, under, over and around. Karlie was no exhibitionist for the glass could become opaque when she were changing or even sleeping on planet surfaces. But in space, it were one awesome spectacle to sleep within the stars. 

Well, ok, enough of that.

But Scherazade was now wide awake and with quite a lump forming on her forehead.


"Uhm...stay put." She motioned with her hand to the girl.

"I'll get you a cold compress...." and she skedaddled quickly into the refresher.


"Oh my...oh wow...God, I'm really sorry.." she had activated the compress and with a shaky hand, applied the compress to the girl's forehead.

"I...I tried bringing you to your ship..." She said, gently lifting the compress to check..like it were going to work that quick?

Nope, it was still looking like it were growing.

She put it back on and held it there...certainly nervous as she had caused this.


"I couldn't see leaving you on that bench....then your door was locked...

yea, i'm so sorry." She let go of the compress as the girl seemed to take charge of it.


"You...you were out cold..." Karlie kept trying to explain. 

"I mean...before I ..gulp....before I fumbled and ...oh wow. You still hurting?" She looked deep into Scherazade's eyes to see if they were looking at different directions.


Sure, she had taken to the girl. liked her for some odd reason. maybe because Karlie was as off as the girl and kind of sensed it. Karlie too had kind of been locked up, tucked away by her mother for years. Not in a place per say, but in her mind. Karlie's mother had intended on taking over Karlie's body..to posses her.

So a lot of Karlie's social development years were delayed. In truth, it were like she had been in a coma for years and her social skills were that of one in her late teens, than of 25 year old woman.

It were reason enough as to why she felt more at ease and level with younger women than those whom were of 25 or more matured years.


"You..." now this took a moment to think over, before... "...want a cold glass of water?"






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Posted by Karlie Lynn Destat on 28 August 2018 - 07:11 PM

Location:  Down in the weapon's hold of the station

Objective: Seek out any evidence of bio/chem weapons 

Equipment: Bio suit

Interacting:  A rather odd, but peculiar younger girl. Interesting subject to say the least... Hope she stays the course.

Post: 11



She had to turn down the volume of her bio-suit's amplifier, the door creaked and objected so loudly.


"Yea...all I'm missing now is a trumpet..." She cursed as the doors which had not been opened for thousands of years down in the weapon's hold could make so much ruckus. Then again, she were remotely driving them with what power cell from the droid she was able to recover. The droids in general were surprisingly still in pristine condition despite them being outdated. But what surprised Karlie was the decay of their power cells. There were still enough cell fuel left in the majority of them to power them up. Or at least in this particular example; the power left in one of the droid's cell she took apart had enough energy to open up these old blast doors down in the weapon's hold.


"...over here. Follow the creaking doors...

Damsel all alone!..." She mused with herself as the doors gave way to finally parting enough for her to peer inside.

"of course.." It was as pitch black inside as the darkest dept of a cave.

Her light did little to break through the void of nothingness...the blackness beyond the doors. 


"Damn it...nothing's easy around here huh?!"

Yea, sure...why make it easy.." She once more got to powering up the drive gear...door s protested with their creak and groan...but little by little the gap between the blast doors widened enough for her to-

"Frak'n A!" Karlie kicked the heavy door, as her body certainly fit..a bit tight on the chest sure, but it was her freakin helmet that wouldn't still fit through.


Yep...back on the drive and more creaking and groaning...and then some more for good measure. This time she was aiming for it to be the last time. And as she threw the drive worm gear to the side, the gap was more than enough. 

"Sheesh...yea!" she had gone a few centimeters wider than she had too.

"...that's how it's done!" She walked through and stood there a few steps in, quite proud..and a bit winded as the coupling worm drive was indeed quite heavy. lest not mention the torque it had that she had struggled to maintain control of.

The only light was behind her from the droid chamber and still her own personal light was barely adequate. But as it turned out after a few minutes in near darkness, as there was some light now entering... her eyes got acclimated to the dimness.


Karlie walked in and found herself among a thousand ampules...crystal cased amplules...all 2 meters in height and made of crystal.

"Frak... sigh....frak..." She knew enough to know they contained a substance of sort...several of them at first. As she walked about..hundreds...

"Frak..." Thousands, if not more.


Karlie stood there next to one of the racks. So far they were all the same color...aqua blue...deep aqua blue. What that meant , she wasn't certain, but was hoping at least that they all contained the same compound...whatever that could be. It didn't seem viral at all for the content was seemingly liquified. "Poison no less..." she wasn't too fond of poisons. But she'd take poison over pathogens any day. 


"Well, lets see what the panel of judges say..." She pulled up her scanner. Same one she had used to blue print the droids in the latter chamber. the scanner could possibly analyse through it's multi-spectum the gas' composition...maybe even recognizing exactly what it is. After all whatever it was was tens of thousands of years old. She hoped some version of what she was scanning had been scanned before for not just identification, but possibly for a counter agent...anti-poison. 


"Copper sulfate pentahydrate?" She tapped on her scanner, hitting it repeatedly and re-scanning.

Same result.

It were indeed poisonous in said concentrations, sure...but seriously, algaeside?

"Hmmf..." yes, she were quite disappointing. Ok, she was in a sense relieved..but she had found nothing really of any worth. Not weapon wise.

"Well that's a few good hours I'll never get back.."


~ ~ ~ ~


The airlock doors closed behind her and she went through a detox cycle before the air was exchanged and she got the green light to proceed to the exit..the hangar she had parked her ship in.

To her surprise, the little odd but peculiar girl was there...waiting for her?

Ok, so she was either passed out or sleeping..or..or-

"Whew.." Karlie let out a sigh of relief when she went to check on Scherezade, who was laying on her back..on the bench.


"Hey..."Karlie then said, as she unzipped her suit below her collar bone.

"Hey, Scherezade.... wake up. "

But no dice. The girl was passed out cold.The bottle..the empty bottle had rolled near the corner.


"Ooh...I won't envy your headache tomorrow...no sir..." Karlie took a deep breath and gave the girl a heave-ho..got her slung over her shoulder. A move she picked up at the academy. She was after all trained like any other soldier would be trained, even if she was an IBI agent. They were all trained the same in boot camp in how to carry your wounded. And this girl was certainly a lot easier to heft over and walk about than the hulks they purposely used to pair her up with.


"Oh come on!... She locks her door too?!" Karlie kicked the doors to Scherezade's ship, but to no avail. 

The few meters walk in carrying the girl got her tired out and she carefully laid her on the floor. Her feeble attempts at not only awakening Scherezade , trying to get her door open were all bust.


"Sigh... you better not vomit in my ship...hear?" She said to the unconscious girl, before hefting her up again over her shoulder-

Tha-thump.. "Oh frak!" Yes, she dropped her. luckily not on the girl's head.


"Shoot...let's try this again.." It was a lot more difficult to get the girl up and over her shoulder from the floor than from the bench as before. But she still managed to do it and without dropping her this time.


Her own ship recognized her approaching and automatically lowered the ramp and opened the doors.

Doink...Karlie accidentally hit  Scherezade's head on the frame. "Ohh...sorry..." Karlie said as she then was more careful until they were inside her ship.


Plunk..bounce..bounce... Karlie flopped the girl on one of the cockpit's bed. 


"Oh damn it...that looks like a bump on her forehead now..."






Scherezade deWinter

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Posted by Karlie Lynn Destat on 21 August 2018 - 07:06 AM

Location:  Initial docking/landing on the station

Objective: Seek out any evidence of bio/chem weapons 

Equipment: Bio suit

Interacting:  A rather odd, but peculiar younger girl. Interesting subject to say the least...

Post: 10





First off...switch back to the original helmet.


Karlie put Scherezade's helmet which they had earlier switched, back on the bench where the girl had left the ill fated suit she had just gotten out of.


"Alrighty then... don't think I should be too long."


Seemed the girl just may stay for a spell, till she most likely tired and booked or maybe wait Karlie out for whatever it took. 

Just the fact that the girl had considered hanging, made Karlie feel like maybe she did somehow make what some would call a friend. Well, 'friend' was too broad a word to apply to everyone and then no one. There were different kinds of friends. associates that were for the most part friendly or tolerant of co-workers or comrades., but wouldn't really socialize beyond those boundaries.

Then there were friends who just like the company of the other. And there were friends who connected that one would even consider dying for-


'Alright...you're over thinking it, Karlie....' She checked herself, eyeing the girl and her bottle.

'Come on...helmet on... get inside the weapon's store then out'


"I'll be back...quick even, if this station is truly dead as they say..." Karlie then said, before doning on her helmet and switching her suit's environmental functions on. It was a green light, all system functions a go.She took a deep breath, looked back on Scherezade one last time giving her a thumbs up. Although the girl seemed more preoccupied in taking another swig of her bottle. But it didn't matter to Karlie, for the girl at least was still there.


Through the first airlock she went, then into the main corridor of the station. 

Karlie heard the doors shut behind her as her sound amplifier was on. It picked up the hum of power generators that seemed to resonate, make a sort of white noise to an otherwise ghostly quiet relic of a station. Again, this portion of the station was nearly dust free. But there was what she picked up a slightthin layer of film, however minute it was....indicative that even in a hermetically sealed vessel, what little particles of matter that could not be micro filtered out did eventually settle.


Karlie had pretty much an idea as to where one of the many weapon's locker or stores were for a station of this size. She had after all studied much history on star-ship tech and development. She continued on walking through one corridor to another then to one level and the next. She could make out battle stations along the broad perimeter of the station. Not much had really changed in the past few Millenniums. War and how it were waged remained pretty much the same.

Karlie wondered if ever the lessons learned from the galaxy's past would ever bear fruit that war was senseless and the only gains from it were for the victors...and then they too expired. No power in this galaxy ever attained true peace or dominion over anything.


She knew this and so did countless warmongers. But as long as there were warmongers, there would be agents like her to keep them in check and balance out the power, lest everyone one day would perish by their very own devices...their own weapons. And nothing was as diabolical as biological weapons. They were more devastating than any super weapon, for biological pathogens no matter how well engineered they were, could never be contained for too long....and they always seemed to mutate beyond the control of the engineers.


It took her a few short hours...much longer than she thought for she had to often transverse through darkened sections that somehow weren't getting power. Or perhaps maybe some circuit breakers had not re-engaged. But she had adequate lighting and managed to keep on her route. A few occasional backtracking and she finally found herself in one of the main weapon's hold..the main storehouse.







Duds again...


Lol...are they kidding?...who came up with these toys?...



Hmm...Hello... what's this?" Karlie was walking through the vast arsenal of weapons cache when she came across quite an interesting piece of hardware...or a horde of mechanized battle drones. 

They were all armed. Seemed they were just waiting...eerily waiting for someone to activate them.

Ok, so for a second the hairs at the nape of her neck stood up. She slowly looked behind her.

"Sigh... easy does it....nothing to get creeped out about in here...."


She ran her light down both banks of the long chamber...there were literally thousands.... tens of thousands of these ancient battle droids. All just hanging there staked 10-15 or so high, she figured.

"Ok....Lets see what we got here..." She activated her secondary recorder and scanner for she had never expected to discover so many. Not on a station. What she surmised was that these battle droids had been transported here for what the ancient Empire had a mind to use them for an invasion of sort. 


"Looks pretty interesting enough to report..."

Karlie took the time to scan one in its entirety. The beam particle form her scanner was like an x-ray or MRI, mapping the complete droid, circuits and all in a blue print type of recording. In the past, it was something like reverse engineering. Only now there was no need to literally take anything apart to see how and what it was made of and how it functioned.

Yes, there were three distinct models types and she had to scan all three, which took some time. 


"Interesting...their power cores have only deteriorated to 23%. Not bad for toys so old." She was looking at their power cores. Between the three different models, their cores were for the most part robust and well built for them to have retained some of their potential.

"Would have figured them Duds....Heh" She spoke , as she continued to complete her final scans.


She wondered what had been the plan for these droids. Karlie made a mental note to read up what she could on that ancient Empire. 


Continuing on past the rows of battle droids she came up on another chamber within the weapon's hold. There didn't seem to be any power to the blast doors whatsoever. She ran her scanner at the mechanism...checking to see if there was any way to mechanically engage the worm drives. 

And sure enough, there was. But it required an external drive coupling of some sort to drive the gears behind the panel.

"Frak...seriously?" She shook her head and leaned a hand on the door. Turning her head back to the rack of droids, she sighed..cursing the gods.


A moment later, karlie was standing in front of one of the ancient battle droids. She reached over to it's harness and detached it off the station rack. 

Thump!It's metal feet hit the floor.

"Whoa...whoa...easy there big fella..." Karlie had the thing almost fall on her when it dropped a few centimeters from it's hanger. But she managed to steady it..letting it stand in it's default locked upright position.



Ok... don't take this personally, but I'm going to have to take you a bit apart.." She then said, as she struggled to turn it around so that she could get to it's main center drive core. In trying to shuffle it to turn, she lost it.

"Whoa, whoa, no NO!.." Karlie sprung back when she realized she could'd holt it from falling over. 


THA-THUMP!...it crashed on the durasteel floor, face down. The sound echoed through the chamber making her look about. For a moment she just stood there waiting for something to pop out of the shadows.


"Frak me..." She sighed, finally taking a breath. There was no one down here but her.

Pulling out of the small pack a multi-tool device, she busied herself in taking off the droid's back plate off to expose it's power center... 

Feeling a bit vulnerable down in the lower weapon's hold on her own, she thought about the girl possibly waiting for her..or most likely had come to her senses and left. Still, it would have been good on her nerves if she had company...







Scherezade deWinter


#1846015 Festival of the Lost | CIS Dominion of Krant (Y,44)

Posted by Karlie Lynn Destat on 16 August 2018 - 10:58 AM



Location: In the village by the lake

WearingCasual red shirt and jeans

Interacting: open to anyone....hello...anyone.

Post: 5







"Karlie, are you hurt?" The voice of the ship's AI comp asked.


It had no doubt been analyzing, scanning Karlie who was still in the running shower. She was sitting on the floor, water cascading over her as she buried her head in her knees, tightly wrapping her arms around it. She was trembling despite the warm water showering down on her.

Her ship's comp did not alter the current environment, like shutting off the water. It actually understood that in the sitting fetal position Karlie was in, was quite a stable state for her to be in.


"I don't believe your skin abrasions are the cause of your distress, Karlie. Your mental state of being when you entered was one of deep thoughts. Is something bothering you that I can assist you with?"  


The comp had picked up the traces of  urea, dissolved ions, and variants of organic compounds, that were picked up in the drain reclaimer on the floor that Karlie was huddled on...

The girl was definitely distressed. Naturally the AI had access to Karlie's wrist crono also.

The very same crono that monitored her for any allergens. The crono had only reported elevated life signs that confirmed Karlie's distress...no poisons or allergic reactions.


"I am here, Karlie. I wish to help you." The comp then said, after letting a minute more go by.

It was monitoring Karlie's life signs and could not pick up any elevated signs that she was injured inside or out, other than for some skin abrasions. But Karlie was still huddled and slightly trembling.


"I prepared an optimal calculated jump we can take out of this system and return you home, Karlie. Do you wish for me to take off for home, Karlie?" It asked, still monitoring her and giving another moment to pass.

It then fired up the engines...it's near quiet hum did however stir Karlie to slightly raise her head. Her eyes cautiously looked about the shower stall.


"Karlie, I cannot define the cause of your state. I am concerned and we will be returning home.

I will send a message to your father." It said, following it's own protocol.


"N..no..." Karlie uttered.

"No, don't do that."


"I'm holding. What is that you do not wish for me to commence?"


Karlie let out a slight whimper.


"I don't understand. Please define for me your request for me to hold."


No answer, just Karlie breathing a bit more normal...relaxing her grip on her shins.



Karlie, I have no recourse but to follow my protocol. I will take you home."


"Sigh...no. Don't message dad. Just...just give me a few more minutes....please." Karlie pleaded, looking up at what she believed her AI was monitoring from. But in reality, the AI had many input angles, aside from life reading monitors on Karlie. The ship..the AI was designed to look after her.



Karlie, I'm here with you."






"I'm fine...don't need to be spied on." 

A few hours had passed and Karlie was pretty much her own self again, now laying on her cockpit bed, looking up at the starry night sky of Krant.


"Of course, Karlie" her comp replied, despite the fact that she was always watching... diligently always recording her. And Karlie knew that too. But as human nature went, the comp understood that Karlie needed to say that for peace of mind. The AI did not correct her. It understood better. 


There had been no further intrusion by what she wholeheartedly believed was her mother's ghost again that had somehow transcended through to her despite her lack of personal midicloreans. 

Karlie was trying to figure out if it had been her imagination running wild. And again the question as to why here..why now if it had been so possible.

It could only point to the fact that what was said about Krant and the Lost souls had to have some real merit. But why then had it come so..so abruptly, then gone?


"Replay that sequence again...from me starting the shower.." Karlie had went over the scene several times already and always the same...nothing had been picked up audibly whatsoever but her own scream.


"And there was no trace of halucinagens in my system?...you sure?..Nothing whatsoever?" Karlie just couldn't put her finger on it, but whatever she had experienced by the lake and then in her shower just hadn't repeated itself again. Not for several hours. And it was now 2 past the midnight hour.


"As the analysis report indicates, you did have elevated amonia, keto, aldehyde compounds indicative of drinking alc-"



So I was drinking some beer before! But I wasn't drinking on my way here nor before I entered the shower." Karlie waved her hand to swipe that analysis off the holo imagery above her. If she could, she'd delete that report, as it also indicated how it had been gotten. Karlie had peed herself sitting , trembling in the shower stall. Her comp had analysed what went into the recycling drain.


"Perhaps you should attempt to sleep, Karlie. Upon awakening, you are quite clear minded and more apt to finding out the answers that you seek." The AI offered a suggestion.


Under normal circumstances, Karlie would have agreed. Only that before she went through with the Sebrix-9 project and eradication of her midicloreans, her mother's ghost always seemed to haunt her in her dreams. It had been a good five years now that she had been free of those nightmares. Karlie was afraid to go to sleep, for fear of dreaming her mother again. or worst....have her mother's spirit enter her dreams like it once did.


But she would have to sleep sooner or later...after all she were human.


"Hmm.... that's the trick. I'm more afraid of what I'll find out in my sleep....Yawn..."


#1845695 Festival of the Lost | CIS Dominion of Krant (Y,44)

Posted by Karlie Lynn Destat on 15 August 2018 - 05:55 PM



Location: In the village by the lake

WearingCasual red shirt and jeans

Interacting: open to anyone....hello...anyone.

Post: 4





"Good God, no freak'n frak'n way!..." Karlie flung the stine in the direction she thought the voice emanated from, at the same time she started to scramble away. 

Of course in her state of panic, as her feet were way ahead of her rational state of being, which at this time was immediately shot to hell, she slipped and went down midway on the path and grass.


"Gah!..." She caught herself before she went face down on the grass, scrapping her hand and forearm. But her feet still ahead of her kept to the flight line, causing her to somewhat scramble for a meter or two on all fours before she got herself more upright in a sprinter's run....which of course needed a slight vectoring lest she lost her balance and skidded down the adajent ditch to the left of the foot path surrounding the lake.


"Karlie, don't yield to the lies. You are my daughter..." She heard her mother's voice in the faint distance but so close to her still. It was like a whisper in her ear. It was weak, but clear enough for her to recognize that very same voice she had fought for so long in her dreams so many years ago.

Her buttoks slid down the ditch, getting grass and dirt up her lower back. Karlie for a moment didn't know in what direction to go..back up or just run down the center of the ditch.


"Hey...you Ok little lady?..." A man's voice called from above. karlie's face seemed to be in an hysteria panic as she looked to her right, her left and then up at the man. 

In other words, she looked like someone whom had seen a ghost...only it was a voice of her deceased mother that she had heard.


"Calm down...it happens..." The man spoke, trying to keep his distance enough not to spook her any more than she was. 

"You know you're by Lake Aleng, right?... the lore?....it surprises a lot of folk... "


"Pant, pant....it's real?...Oh my God...pant, pant... it can't be real..." She let her back rest against the incline taking a moment to catch her breath. How the frak could it happen here? It had been over 5 years since she last heard that voice. Statistically it was impossible...why this lake?..why this system?...why now?!...she was trying to rationalize.


"It's real enough for many folk. " He replied, standing his distance.


"You...you didn't hear anything?"She asked between breaths, as she looked over her cuts and scrapes. 


"No...no one but those who are visited do... Here, take my hand..I'll help you back up" he slowly took a few steps closer to her from his standpoint above her. She was only a meter down and could easily scale the embankment. It was after all a drainage ditch that kept the mud from the rains washing into the lake...and helped prevent erosion, keeping the path fairly graded.


Karlie slowly got up on her feet, brushing the dirt off her buttock, pulling her shirt back down.She was definitely a bit scrapped up...hand, forearm..lower back. nevertheless she reached for the man's hand and was easily pulled up.


"Not my business, so I won't ask.Kyle, by the way.." he said, releasing her hand.

"You should maybe get those cuts cleaned up... they don't look too bad...I'm sure you're worst for wear.."


"Uhm...yea...yea, just got spooked s'all..." Karlie looked over to the lake..the few on lookers who had stopped by who had seen her freak the hell out.

They asked if she were alright. Karlie nodded, more apprehensive of what she had experienced with the voice than being embarrassed. Her heart rate was still over the top and she could hear it pounding in her head like a mallot.She went ahead and checked her pulse. Yea, way up. 

"Whew...wow.." Karlie huffed trying to get back her composure


"Yea, don't sweat it...a few folk react that way. I'm guessing this is your first visit." the mantook a few steps back, to give her some breathing room to recover.


"Huh?..Oh, yea...

Yes, first time here...." She nodded, looking at her scrapped hand. Good lord had that been real or her imagination? Karlie dared question herself. But so far no mother's voice rang in her ear. Just her pulse.


"You going to be Ok?... maybe whatever you heard passed. They say it comes and goes.." He shrugged his shoulder. He couldn't explain as to why or how it happened to begin with with some folk. But it did and that was all he knew.


"Yea...I'm Ok.Think I best be getting back..." Karlie replied, looking once more over the lake. By now those whom had stopped kept on their way.


"Alright then...just keep on the path and watch where you step...

hehe..and don't run. It's not that far back to the center of the village.Just know that no one has ever been jumped by any spirits or ghosts."


"No?.. well that's good to know." She replied, trying to find relief in that knowledge.


"Ok...well take care."


"I'm sorry, what was your name again?" It was understandable that she had not recalled his name, being in the stste that she was.


"Kyle. Kyle Durston... local rescuer of damsels in distress..." He made light of the situation.


"Karlie...and thanks.." She managed a smile.

"Well, best I get a move on and get cleaned up." She nodded, giving herself one quick brush. No doubt she would have to get back to her ship and get herself fixed up again, if she even had an inkling of returning to the festival. The sun was setting below the horizon and dusk was revealing all of the village's festive lights and decorations that certainly did away with the eeriness of what the festival seemed to be representing. 


Karlie had parted her way and was passing the vendor again whom she had the pleasure of sampling his stock.

"Oh my goodness...you Ok?" he said as she was passing by.


"Oh...yea..just slipped on a path and into a ditch..s'all." She replied, kind of hiding her scratched elbow.


" Sorry to hear that... how about one on the house...seeing you've been one of my prettier customers." He offered as he reached for a stein.


"Uhmm...no. No more beer thanks." Karlie replied. Well, she was however parched as she had chucked the last pint by the lake, in her fright. Stress often makes one thirsty.

She nevertheless stopped a moment before turning to walk over to the vendor.

"You wouldn't by chance have a glass of water?... like, clean drinking water..?"


"Hahaha... Clean water is what we have a lot around here. Lots of it..." he then motioned with his eyes toward where the lake was.

 "It's all fresh water...the lake is feed by underground springs...all of it. That ditch you slipped in...we try to keep rain water from washing from the road to the lake...

Hell, my stouts are made from the lake water. It gets purified..cleanest water anyone can drink." He then turned about to pick up a pitcher of iced water and poured Karlie a full glass.


"Here...take a little taste of it...it's so pure, it's sweet." he presented her with a cold glass of crystal clear water.


Karlie naturally did what she had done when she first sampled thebeer, sip it and feel it on her lips and then tongue. It was indeed pure and yes..sweet somehow...naturally sweet.


"Thanks..." She said taking a decent sip, before reaching for some credits.


"No, no no...take it with you..glass and all. My treat...on the house, remember?"


"Yea...thank you.... " Karlie smiled and continued on her way...taking another sip. Yes, she was feeling better..her heart beat back to normal and damn..it was good tasting water. No wonder the beers were so good, she realized.


Karlie wasted no time trekking back to her ship, which was parked away from the rest of the visitors vessels. As she walked, she poured a little of the water in her bruised hand washing off what little dirt was on her scapes. Then she did the same with her forearm and elbow. The cuts and crapes weren't deep at all..just cuts and scrapes really. Nothing which some bacta ointment would't heal overnight.

She reached her ship and as she neared it, the vessel came to life on its own. It did have an AI nav comp after all.

The ramp lowered down and she readily went inside, with the ship sealing itself once more.


"Kat fight?" her comp asked as she headed to the refresher.

Karlie wasn't in the mood and the comp picked it up.


"Want to talk?...or should I mind the ship?"


Again Karlie didn't answer, taking her shirt off and readying the shower.

She tested the water...

"Hmm... not as crystal clear.." She commented to herself, before looking over to the glass of water from the vendor she had brought inside. Well, she might as well drink it up as it wasn't going to get any fresher. And down she finished the glass of pure lake water.

Putting the empty glass down, she slipped out of her jeans and delicates to enter her shower. 


"My...I had perky boobs like that...you certainly take after me..." her mother voice sounded out, as Karlie closed the shower door behind her.


"EEeeek!" Karlie screamed.

Screamed like the woman in a horror flick who was taking a shower when a psycho mother entered with a knife.




#1845455 Festival of the Lost | CIS Dominion of Krant (Y,44)

Posted by Karlie Lynn Destat on 15 August 2018 - 07:03 AM



Location: In the village by the lake

WearingCasual red shirt and jeans

Interacting: open to anyone

Post: 3





"Gasp...huh?" Karlie's heart raced. Was her mind playing tricks on her...was someone else playing around with her? 

She heard her name just now, didn't she? She wasn't sure. Wasn't sure if it were of man or woman...it had been so faint. And had it even come from the lake?

No, maybe not. maybe it was her imagination. 

She had been looking at the ornate lamps dotting the path on west bank of the lake, that had just come on. Solar, no doubt. Maybe the lamps cycling on had thrown her off?...some were still coming on, but no sound were coming off them.Karlie paused, when all of the lamps finally came on listening... ears perked up, picking up every minute sound near her like the lapping of the gentle waves near the water's edge. It was as gentle as can be. 

The few boats out there weren't powered, but moved by sail. And there wasn't much to be said about the summer breeze...it was barely felt. 


"Sigh..." A moment, then two went by before she checked her pulse.It was still a few beats above normal, but she was still working on leveling it off. Something so silly shouldn't have spooked her as such, she told herself shaking her head. And no one was about any where near her, where she could have overheard someone speaking. Despite she couldn't make out anyone close enough to her, Karlie still didn't rule out someone pranking her... or perhaps even her own imagination. She hadn't really put too much thought on the folk lore. But it didn't rule out her subconscious drifting off. 


Looking around her a few times, she opted to go back towards the more populated area...back maybe to the center of the village. After all, she was quite skeptical about this hocus pokus fodder anyway. She had been free of the haunts for five years already. She was her own person and her mother was stone cold dead...incinerated actually. No funeral pyre...just simply plasma burned her dead carcass. Karlie had been 12 when her mother met her physical demise. But for 8 years following her spirit had seemed to call her from the beyond. It wasn't till Karlie was 20 that she took matters into her own hand and totally disconnected herself from such spetre, as force ghosts. Since then..since the following of the Sebrix-9 project, she had not only become free of her mother's ghost, but of midicloreans altogether. Well, at least what she was able to host. Karlie still had to eat, drink and breathe. The midi were everywhere. Only now, her immune system kept her free of the virus. What she ingested with food and such could not survive long in her body. So for the most part, the most she could be infected with was what she ingested. And that too quickly were attacked by her own immune system. If one were to take a measurement of her midi count, it would vary by what and when she consumed anything. And the most she ever recorded was so minute, that even a small guppy had more live midi's than her.


Maybe she needed another beer...or something. Yes, she needed to stop her imagination from running away on her. She scientifically proved it was impossible to be influenced by what she knew and remembered to be the force. Sure, she missed it at times. But it had been a crutch andeasily an addiction. And it had been the means of her sith mother to posses her at the time. Again, Karlie found herself thinking about that vile woman who had given birth to her for the sole purpose of cheating death and aging. Oh how that witch had fooled everyone..including her father. And it was her father who had sent that witch to her after life. Unfortunately it were many years later that her influence through nightmares ceased. 


Her walk back was quite uneventful, aside from a few compliments and greetings from passerby's and festive groups. In all not everyone was hung up on having the dead visit them. She had a few conversations with whom she considered well educated individuals that were here annually to observe the festival. Sure, they had witnessed many who seemed to be hallucinating. But given the means of mind altering compounds and hard liquors at the festival...


"Hey you... " She got to the same vendor whom she had gotten her beer earlier.


Naturally he remembered her. And why wouldn't he? She had been one peculiar customer with quite a odd way of ordering a beer. He asked her if she needed to sample again.

"No, don't think so. looks to me you are still tapping the same keg anyhow..." And she was right, he laughed as he poured her a fine pint.


Again, she gave him more than enough to cover the glass stine. She was taking it on the go again. He laughed, nodding her oddity. But credits were credits and if the woman wanted to buy the stine along with the beer...so be it. Hell, he lost a lot of stines with individuals just walking off. The loss was kind of built into every pint. But if the woman was honest enough to rightly pay for it...he respected that. 


"Thanks..." She said, picking up the glass and looked around first before walking away. Her coming back was not per chance. It had been her intention. After all, she had sampled his beer and deemed them safe. Her sensitivity to foreign food and drink kept her as a regular to those establishment that she didn't get an allergic reaction to. Her wrist crono had the means of counteracting what could easily bring about anaphylaxis shock. That was the price she paid for being midiclorean free. The midi's had made just about any food groups from pretty much the entire galaxy palatable to everyone. But Karlie being midi free meant she was susceptible to allergic reactions to many foreign foods, as they were no longer compatible to her system. She had in a way turned back millions of years of her human evolution that had made humans compatible to countless systems, by way of adaptation to a symbiotic coexistence with the virus midiclorean.  


Karlie was back amid the more festive portion of the village, than the scattered soul searchers that were dotting pretty much the entire perimeter of the lake...well, at least this end of it. 

From what Karlie had seen, she hadn't seen much at all concerning the return of the lost or whom supposed to return. She figured if anything had any truth behind it, it were mostly what individuals brought with them...memories and emotional heightened hallucinations. Sure, she had come across one..two individuals and a family that were in a sort of an altered state of hysteria...talking to nothing but the light lapping of the lake's water against the banks.

But for the most part, the festival was quite interesting. What kept her in check were the fact that just about every vendor and shop owner and staff..mostly locals she figured, weren't all that anxious to even go lake side. 


"Hmm... certainly make some good stout, that's for sure" She spoke to herself as she continued to walk toward one of the gazebos where a distinct melody were being performed. Walking over as she enjoyed the cold beer, it was nothing like she had even heard, no doubt of local origin, she figured.

It reminded her-... no. It evoked some long lost memory of a time long past. It was quite easy to let the melody wash over taking her to a time she had not recalled in a very long time. She was six..maybe younger and there were no dark feelings but one of a girl..Karlie running and laughing with her father and mother in tow. It was no doubt on one of Castagne's many paradise islands. Perhaps a vacation of sort, for she had no memory of schooling during that happy time. 


"...don't get too far ahead to get lost Karlie..."  she could recall her mother saying as she seemed to run ahead on the white sands. 

A smile graced Karlie's features as she took another good sip. Yes, funny how everything seemed so simple and clear back then. How had she forgotten what her mother at the time meant to her. Her mother was everything to her at that age..it was golden, she recalled, remembering quite clearly that beach..that sun and her parents walking along hand in hand. 


"Wow...yea...." Karlie clearly remembered how her father and mother were so..so close...so in love..


"I never stopped loving him...you.." her mother then said.


"Gasp!... cough, cough!..." Karlie spat out the ale in a sort of fit, that had gone down the wrong pipe. 

That was no memory that was her mother's voice she heard!




#1845132 [Echoes of Eternity] The Bones of Zakuul [PM to join]

Posted by Karlie Lynn Destat on 14 August 2018 - 03:10 PM

Location:  Initial docking/landing on the station

Objective: Seek out any evidence of bio/chem weapons 

Equipment: Bio suit

Interacting:  A rather odd, but peculiar younger girl. Interesting subject to say the least...

Post: 9



"Really?...all this way to-...to go nowhere now?...ahem..." Karlie was surprised at the soft tone of voice in herself, asking Scherezade that.


Seriously? Why in God's name should she care?...or be so concerned. She didn't know this girl. And by the demeanor of the girl, it wouldn't be someone she should like think of making friends with. 

why look at the mess she was in...drunk...armed and ...and no where to go. Vagrant?


"Sigh... " Karlie took a step back, then trying to distract herself at looking around the hangar. 

Nope, it did little to keep her mouth closed.


"It's Scherezade, right?"  Of course it was. But Karlie was stalling. She just couldn't bring herself in just letting the poor girl just wander off into the void of space. And at the same time, just couldn't understand why she just couldn't say what she wanted to say.


"I mean...well, I don't know if I'm pronouncing it right. Not that it's a hard name to say...just...just a nice name. maybe too nice to mispronounce." Yes, Karlie was procrastinating. It was not often that she felt the need to make friends. She really had no friends. It had been quite difficult coming out of a veil, emerging as one self after her own mother had almost taken over her very body and soul. Karlie for the most part had to relearn who she was from the age of 12. And it wasn't till five years ago that she had fully been freed of her mother's force spirit.

 And that meant becoming detached from what had taken millions of years of evolution to accomplish...being free of midicloreans..and her connection to the force.


In essence, Karlie who was actually 25 physically was socially developed like someone in their teens. Although her IQ was what balanced irrationality with logical sense.

Still, she lacked friends and this girl...this girl was not unlike what she had been or was in a sense. Well, it was a feeling on Karlie's part anyway. Not a force feeling, as she had at most the midi count of a goldfish, but it was what humans once called intuition.


"You couldn't like...maybe ..you know, hold off in shooting off to the stars awhile?I mean...well, maybe we could finish off that-" Ok, well most of the bottle was finding it's content being emptied in the girl's wooden leg.


"Hmm... " Karlie did have some Whyren's Reserve in her ship. Why?..don't ask.

"Maybe we could open up and share another bottle after I get back. 


Sigh....I don't know..... Like, you need to be someplace quick?" Oh good lord, how it could be construed. 

For a moment after realizing how maybe she was coming off as, Karlie contemplated clearing it up a bit. But maybe in doing so, it would seem that she were covering up-


"Gah..." She was over thinking it.

"Look...you want to go..go. I don't get to meeting a lot of people my-" No, she was definitely older than the girl.


"I really don't have any friends, so you know. It's nice sometimes just to talk with people who aren't hung up on things...you know?" 

#1844359 Festival of the Lost | CIS Dominion of Krant (Y,44)

Posted by Karlie Lynn Destat on 13 August 2018 - 06:15 AM



Location: In the village by the lake

WearingCasual red shirt and jeans

Interacting: open to anyone

Post: 2







One being not too keen on trusting foreign cuisines, had broken her fast by mid morning, opting to eat what she had brought on her ship.And not to mention she had slept there overnight under Krant's stars, quite securely under the dura-glass canopy of her ship's stateroom cockpit. 


Now past noon, she was well into the festivities, despite being solo. Karlie really had made no friends to speak of since she had been out of the academy and into the services of the Bureau. Sure, she had countless associates, but something always seemed to distance her from the norm. Maybe because she was disconnected entirely from just about everyone...and everything. But that had been a conscious choice of hers and one out of necessity.Karlie really had no choice but to let go of everything which had made up her essence. But that essence had not all been her, but that which had been constructed by her mother in order to one day prepare Karlie to take over her body and soul.


Karlie had been freed of her mother's physical influence by the time she was 12..only to then be haunted by that undying same spirit in her dreams.Of course, she had scholars...force users who re-educated her through those trying teen years. But it wasn't till she was totally free of midi at the age of 20 that her true self and recovery started to exponentially bloom.


As expected, through all those trying hard times, Karlie had little social interactions with people her age outside of private schooling and then the academy....thus, the lack of individuals one could come to call friends. But she wasn't at all an introvert. in fact, she was quite one who dove into pretty much a lot of unknowns. She had grown up with no shyness, and no fear...her mother's hand. And even after the demise of her mentor, she remained as such to the present. Karlie for the most part had retained her true self despite the dark years and inquiring mind remained undaunted.


Still, the only thing she was reluctant to do...and for good reasons...was diving into new foods. Especially foreign foods. This was due to her weakened system. Not so weak as one being sickly, no. Just that without the presence of midis in her system to make all kinds of foods palatable, many foreign foods just were not. And for that reason, she wore a specially designed cronograph on her wrist with micro injection anti venom that counteracted her allergic reactions like anaphylaxis that result from such incompatible food groups. 

So on most occasions where she can wish to try such foreign food groups, she most always would ask to sample it first.


The local beer crafter laughed, thinking she were jesting when she asked for a small shot glass of the brew.

"No really, seriously.... I would just like to take a sip first." Karlie didn't take offense, as she'd been through countless chapters of the same scene.


"I don't mind paying for the entire pint...just need to taste it first..." She put down the local credit for what could acquire her several pints.


The man looked at her for a moment, trying to figure out whether she was still pulling his leg or was she really serious. Why not just take the pint, as it's paid for anyway, he reasoned


"Well, I don't wish to insult you if i cannot take more than a sip and then waste the rest.." Ok, well, she had a point however little sense it made to him. But she wanted a shot-glass of beer to try; he reached for one of the spirit glasses and poured a thimble in the shot-glass, sliding it over to her like it was a full pint.


Karlie smiled at him and took the shot-glass to her olfactories a moment before sipping the content and then let it tingle on her tounge. She then finished the shot glass in its minute entirely.


"Hmm... " She replied, putting the ridiculous small beer sampling glass down.

"That went down smooth....

Ok,I'll take a pint to go, if you please."


The man looked at the credits she had put down before, then over to Karlie, before sliding them over to his side and off the table.

He then did just that, fill up a good glass of the pint and placed it down before her, still looking at her quite strangely. 

"Glass is your to keep...all good little lady." 


With that settled, Karlie picked up her cold glass of pint and walked away after a sip. 


"Enjoy!.." She heard the man shout.


She simply raised her pint as acknowledgement without looking back, before melding in the festive crowd. 

#1842931 [Echoes of Eternity] The Bones of Zakuul [PM to join]

Posted by Karlie Lynn Destat on 10 August 2018 - 09:10 AM

Location:  Initial docking/landing on the station

Objective: Seek out any evidence of bio/chem weapons 

Equipment: Bio suit

Interacting:  A rather odd, but peculiar younger girl. Interesting subject to say the least...

Post: 8



She was lost...that much was certain of the girl.

Karlie didn't know why, but she kind of felt for Scherezade.


Again, mostly that she reminded Karlie of herself in one point in time. And that time was as a teen, when she was a bit lost herself as her own mother's exspent life, still had her spirit haunting Karlie in an ever ending effort of possessing her daughter once more. It had been her mother's intent from the minute of Karlie's conception to become her vessel later on in life. Unbeknownst to Karlie and her father, her mother kept her sithiness secret until she were exposed and disposed, when Karlie was about 12 years of age. Then it weren't till Karlie was 20 years of age that with the Sebrix-9 project that she was finally totally free of that influence...her mother's spirit. And that put her out there for the first time as her own person...and even free of midicloreans.  


Karlie took a step back, fidgeting with her own helmet to pass the time while the girl got dressed. Sure, she just could have shrugged her shoulders, put on her helmet and went on her mission. But then again, it felt kind of strange...intuition maybe that kept her around.


Hmm...purple fur didn't look too awful..she observed. It did kind of bring out the girl's features, complimenting her hair-

"Ahem..." Karlie cleared her throat as for a moment she found herself staring at Scherezade for far longer than just a glance. 


"Uhm...listen, I don't mean to sound nosy or anything.... I mean, you can plainly just tell me its none of my business like.

...but where exactly are you heading, if you don't mind me asking?" Karlie then asked, taking a step back as the girl packed away her gun and that weird looking ammo under her purple fur coat.

Ah...so it's not only fashionable...but quite practical at hiding a good amount of arsenal, she observed. Pretty smart little cookie...





Scherezade deWinter

#1842902 Festival of the Lost | CIS Dominion of Krant (Y,44)

Posted by Karlie Lynn Destat on 10 August 2018 - 06:41 AM




Location: In the village by the lake

Ship: Castan LCX-L3

WearingCasual red shirt and jeans

Post: 1





It weren't at all the acquisition of Krant's mineral rich moon Areene, nor the complimentary tera-formed Geddes with it's own share of minerals that had been mined out of that moon since the old Empire, that interested Castagne. In fact, Krant really had no more value to Castagne than any other of its trading system partners within the CIS. As thus, Karlie's presence on Krant itself was not by any official decree from her bureau nor Castagne's Cabinetry.


She was here like most who had heard of the legends pertaining around the particular Festival of the Lost. It were said that one's dearest or closest to you were given a moment within the realm of the living...or an hour or so.

This folklore had peaked Karlie's interest for she had once been connected..or more to the point, possessed by her sith mother's will.

 But since her mother's demise at the age of 12 till the age of 20, before she went through with the development of the Sebrix-9 project, Karlie could feel her mother's will through her dreams...tugging, pulling her toward the dark side. It was certain that her mother's sith spirit wanted to posses her daughters body. It was inevitable it seemed.

But since the Sebrix-9 eradication of her midicloreans, her dreams were vacant of her mother's spirit. Now five years free of midi and her mother's haunting dreams, Karlie wondered if such folklore as the one on Krant could be true or were just figments of individual's imagination...wishful thinking that their loved ones or spirits of the past revisited them here...if even for a moment.


Of course, Karlie had no love whatsoever for whom had incubated her. She just wanted to see if those dead remained on their side of the line...indefinitely. 


But the day had a long arc to follow Krant's starlight before it would dip below the horizon.

Karlie had come planet side the night before, securing her personal ship away from the main tourist designated landing zones. She wasn't planning on staying much longer than to see the folklore go bust. In the mean time, she was set in enjoying what the festival brought during the day.