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Scherezade deWinter

Scherezade deWinter

Member Since 20 Jan 2018
Online Last Active Today, 10:28 PM
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In Topic: Bryn'adûl | Rhivak

Today, 10:08 PM

Tathra Khaeus Awesome, thank you very much! Approved :)


In Topic: You'll Shoot Your Eye Out

Today, 01:59 PM

Wearing: Outfit | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 3 Czerka knives | 1 Nastirci Combat Knives  | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets

Tag: Kaden Farr

 

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Scherezade looked at the cans as Kaden mentioned he did that every day. He did? Why? She couldn't phantom how those cans would serve as a proper way to enhance one's abilities once the basic learning was done. For that, she imagined, the challenge level had to go up. Way up. To her, shooting poor defenseless cans on a hedge was more like a hobby or pastime. But considering that she was a woman who could afford to purchase entire farms and still preferred to hunt her meat down so she could fill her refrigerator, she had no intention of actually doing the judging thing. Different strokes for different people and all of that.

 

And then he asked her if she'd ever fired a slugthrower before. Scherezade gave him a look that inquired whether or not he recently suffered head trauma, pointed at her waist where four firearms were dangling from, and gave Kaden a little twirl so he could see how they, along with a Czerka blade, decorated her.

 

"Sure," she grinned, taking out one of her Dissuaderpistols and raising her chin ever so slightly. It was a move that Kaden had seen her perform before, usually when it was blood she was attempting to scent. But this time, it was her skin that was working for her, checking the way the wind blew. She didn't have any normal slugs on her; the slughtrower she chose to walk around with was one which she'd specifically designed her glitter bullets for, and these ones… Well, neither she nor Kaden were wearing any actual protective clothing. Not ones that would help them if her acid glitter got on 'em, anyway.

 

But once she made sure the wind was right, she shot the first bullet. There was little actual aim involved; her body knew how to do it, and the sweet song of battle rose in her ears, causing her to briefly close her eyes and enjoy it before it all faded away almost as fast as it had begun. The wind was taking the glitter away moments later, and Scherezade held a hand up to Kaden.

 

"Glitter bullets," she explained, "I invented them. They pack the same punch of an average slug, but they explode on impact into an area of effect that includes glitter. " Smiling innocently as she placed her gun back in its holster, Scherezade jumped onto the fence behind her to give Kaden the stage to do as he willed, "the glitter is covered in acid that will melt through Beskar, skin, muscles, all of that down to the very bones."


In Topic: Crown of Sorrow | CIS Invasion of UCM-held Tanaab

Today, 11:01 AM

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Location: In the agri-fields, a dozen miles or so out of the capital city, hoping to make it towards the hospital soon!

Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor

Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives| Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets

Allies: Confederacy of Independent Systems, Allies, Friends

Enemies:MCU-Mandalorians and their buddies

Specific Tags Marek Starchaser Vytal Noctura Adenn Kyramud Adron Malvern Kaden Farr Xobos Yakieer Voph Vhei Wasp Naudir | +Feel free to join!

Post: Six

 

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"You can keep the skies cle-" she was trying to respond to Marek Starchaser with a grin. It was a battle zone. They were severely outnumbered from all directions. Bullets had been flying in the air to all directions. Their odds of getting alive were so low that they were so high and through the roof! It was more than enough to make the Sithling want to laugh with freedom and joy and dance in the rain. However, a giant shadow made sure they would not be – the SSD that was overhead, casting a shadow that might or might have been gigantic enough to cover all the dozen miles between the capital city and their little space.

 

Scherezade gulped. She had not been the one on Eshan, but her body had. Her muscles remembered. Her memories, they were granted a copy by her sister Madalena, who had been there during that day, when a giant ship decided to split and fall down in pieces on those who'd been fighting on the ground. Her body tensed though, despite her holdings hands out. Her muscles wanted to scream and run away as quickly as they could carry her, as far away from the shadow as possible [Voph 's SSD, post 114].

 

Hands touched. Scherezade only blinked, and she could already feel the differences. The tension in her body changed, switching from panic at the sight of the SSD's shadow, to the tension one had before proper combat. She looked to her Battle Melt companions, unsure of which of them it was that had granted her this boon, but thankful nonetheless.

 

She inhaled deeply, noting now the scent of the upcoming cloaked Mando soldiers [the Deathtroopers of Krieg sent by Vhei Wasp Naudir]. Or maybe they weren't Mando soldiers but just employed by Mandalorians. Who knew? Who cared? Another group that had made the fatal mistake of coming too close. A group that had made the mistake to come within eavesdropping distance, which put them in direct radius of the Blood Hound's abilities. Her battle mates, Marek Starchaser and Vytal Noctura, thanks to the Battle Meld, would know that they were there before they de-cloaked, even if they could not directly scent the blood.  

 

Vytal Noctura was already working, her palm against the ground as the earth around them began to move. Scherezade looked at the soldiers as the Dathomiri's abilities began to take effect, the ground around them beginning to shake and quake, and fall violently beyond the small radius that surrounded the three Confederates. Scherezade's eyes flew immediately to the Deathtroopers that were closest to them. She could scent and count a dozen of them. Immediately, her Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets were out. She wasted no time; aided by the Force to enhance her speed, she sent two bullets at each of them, aiming one for the chest and one for the groin. Unless they had a magical way to move faster than bullets or something that protected them from her bullets' acid, any hit ought to cause armor melt, and potentially beyond that to skin and muscle and bone.

 

But there was no time to focus solely on them. The ones who had shown up earlier, yet had remained further away [the Chulan sent by Adenn Kyramud], were still there. The ground was quaking with them as well, but Scherezade did not wait to see if any would fall. She had to take the chance now; rising over the earthly barrier that was now positively crumbling into dust, she latched to each of them that she could hold on with the Force.

 

Scherezade was a Blood Hound. The blood, especially those of warm blooded creatures, called out to her. There were terrifying things that she could do if shegot her hands on a single drop, but she didn't want a single or even a dozen drops now. There was something much more important that she wanted. Trusting her battle mates cover her in case of need, as the three of them were now connected thanks to the Battle Meditation, the Blood Hound launched the Force forward, calling to the blood inside the Chulan's veins. Unless they had a way to block the Force or put distance between them and her, or find another way to stop what she was doing, they would find bloody welts beginning to form upon their skin before the blood shot out, emptying the insides of their body but leaving the deepest of bruises through which the blood would literally spray out. It was a shame though that at best, Scherezade could only do that to the two dozen of them that she was scenting, the remaining six, unless they came closer, staying outside of her notice.

 

But it might not be enough. Battle Meld or not, she was still just one. Vytal Noctura was doing the earth shattering thing, and Marek Starchaser was controing the lightning and the storms.

 

Maybe… Maybe, if they got lucky, they would get out of there in one piece.

 

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Summary of Actions


In Topic: Bryn'adûl | Rhivak

Today, 03:38 AM

Tathra Khaeus

 


  • Links:

​- The Bryn'adûl

This should be linked :)

 

 

The Rhivak is the 'older brother' of the Brumak,

I would recommend linking the Brumak - not everyone who will be clicking and reading this sub will know about the lore you're building, and the links make it more transparent and easy to find.

 

similar to the Obalisc and Brumak however uses the naturally reoccurring ionic storms that surround Draemidus Prime.

Same for the Obalisc and Draemidus Prime.

 

The last two are just suggestions - you're not required to make these edits. The first one, however, you need to do.

 

Tag me once it's done and then we can get this submission approved :)

 

 

 

 


In Topic: A Rogues Tale

Today, 02:52 AM

Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: Nothing, for a change.

Tags: Rene Salomon

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Miakar? Scherezade blinked, searching her mind through all the languages she knew, trying to figure out if she'd heard that word before. But no, nothing came up. A name then? Did she look like someone from his past who'd held on to that name? Didn't matter – she'd correct him after he finished that shower. Normally, Scherezade wasn't really shy and had no issues opening curtains on people while they cleaned themselves up if she had pressing questions to ask, but somehow now didn't seem like the time.

 

As Rene entered the shower, the Crow flicked her commlink up, ordering a huge cart full of food to the spa's entrance. The heat of the equipment didn't reach there, the climate instead controlled by a wonderful air conditioner that ensured it was nice and borderline cold. Alongside the cart, she also had one of the lesser known droid types bring her an infopad from the Ministry… Something that she would most definitely be destroying later on.

 

In the time that he took, she'd had enough time to chomp a few cheese cubes down as she worked, the cart of food having arrived and carrying various meats, breads, and cheeses, her fingers gliding over the holokeyboard with speed. Scherezade was by no means a slicer; that was something best left to others. But she usually carried more than enough tech to give slicers access to what she needed, and anyone with two functioning brain cells could operate a search engine. Those things were very intuitive these days.

 

When Rene came out of the bathroom dressed in that black robe, Scherezade barely spared him a glance, her eyes glued to the holoscreen.

 

"Rene Salomon," she said, letting the syllables roll off her tongue, "Human. Well, I smelled that. 23 years old, blah blah blah stuff that's not interesting about your family and history… Executed for treason and crimes against the Confederacy. The editor is going to curse you out when they need to change that because you're still alive. Sold some of our secrets? You seriously suck. The only thing worse was if you were a Mandalorian on top of all of that."

 

Waving her hand, Scherezade closed all the screens and things that were showing, and looked at the man.

 

"Aaaaaaaand you managed to keep the fact that you're a Force User well hidden. They'd have collared you with a Force blocker if they'd known. How'd you keep that a secret, mister-I-am-human-but-have-purple-eyes?" she said, her glowing green eyes blinking with amusement. "Oh! Sit. Eat. Bonapetite!"