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Scherezade deWinter

Scherezade deWinter

Member Since 20 Jan 2018
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In Topic: [Netherworld] The Hadean Athenaeum

Yesterday, 12:20 AM

Moved to live judging by request of OP :)


In Topic: We All Thaw This Coming | ORC Invasion of Rhen Var

17 May 2019 - 11:31 PM

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Location: Dreya's Peak

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 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets

Allies: ORC, CIS, anyone else on their side

Enemies: well this is somewhat complicated, isn't it? But definitely all the ME's Mandalorians. Maybe some of the Sith.

People of Interest: Keira Cerdulan Celessa Anden Fancelo

Post: Three

 

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There was no stopping now. Scherezade grinned widely as she continued her forward dashing and prancing, jumping over shrapnel and debris as it came her way. There was freedom in movement, freedom in being away from prying eyes, and she intended to grab that freedom with both hands and not let go until there was no other choice remaining. Despite it, she kept a tab on her mission partner, making sure that she could jump back and help should the need arise.

 

It wasn't long before the two Crows were at the fence that went around the peak's fort. Scherezade came to a full stop, holding her hand up to signal to Celessa to do the same. The fence has the expected protection on it, at least as far as she could see; turrets and the such. Normally, not something she would worry about. The more important question though, was there something else?

 

As she stood there, for what was probably no longer than three seconds, it was then that the actions of Zark hit her. Scherezade screamed as she fell down to her knees, clutching her head. The vision, the relic, a tomb, the dead… The SIthling groaned as she forced herself back up to her feet. The vision had arrived uninvited, unwanted. She was not here for whatever relic it was that he Coalitionioers were after. Her reasons on Rhen Var were different, her interest in the relic nonexistent. She did not visons from what felt like the lightside, one of the sharpest weaknesses she harbored as a Blood Hound.

 

Looking over at Celessa, Scherezade gasped, waiting a few moments more for the pain to vanish from her mind. And when she opened her mouth to say something, it hit her – a turret blast, shooting straight into the center of her chest.

 

Scherezade was tossed backwards from the impact, a scream of surprise erupting from her lips.  She landed on her butt in the snow, the smell of something burning harsh in her nose. Looking down, the Sith sighed with relief as she realized it was her fur coat that was damaged. The armor, had stayed true, as she had constructed it to.

 

"We've wasted enough time," she grunted as she stood up again, and pointed at the fence. "See the gap?" Scherezade asked, pointing at it. Celessa was tiny enough to fit through it with little trouble. Scherezade… would get a little bit creative. Maybe break the edge a bit before her butt got stuck in there.  

 

Looking at Celessa, she smiled again. "You go in first, and take down anything that might want to take us down first," she nodded. Get through the fence, get into the building, and bam – they'd be good. Finding a terminal after that would surely not be too hard, would it?


In Topic: Daylight [CIS Dominion of Bassadro]

17 May 2019 - 07:40 AM

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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 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets

Location: Unknown cavern underground

Tags: Vanric Dannon Celessa Ciri Jade Alkor Centaris Vereshin Srina Talon Damien Wynter +Feel free to join!

 

 

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Ms. deWinter. It was such an odd thing to be called that, and it caused Scherezade to pause. Naturally, Celessa meant nothing that wasn't respectful by it, but it felt… Strange, to the Sithling's ears. A moment later though, she smiled at the diminutive assassin. They could iron details out later; for now, they were joined in a fight they were both to be taking part in, against shadows that had fangs.

 

More and more of them kept coming out of the stones, seeming to almost be oozing out of them. Scherezade grunted, feeling the blood trickle down her cheek, yet she did not stop as she continued to launch forward, her lightsaber hacking at them. But even with the Force, even with her speed enhanced by it, even with other people here to fight with her, it seemed that it was not enough. The shadows kept coming, kept multiplying, their little teeth forever trying to get at the people gathered there.

 

So focused was she, that she hadn't noticed. Had anyone else? The heat in the little area was rising, and not because of the energy they were expending.

 

But Scherezade didn't feel it. Didn't sense it. Not until the shadows began to recede back into the stone from which they came. She turned around to smile at the rest of the group, but her face froze in its place. Behind them, far enough to yet kill them, but overly dangerously close – she saw it. The yellow-red light that came from it.

 

There was lava coming in.

 

Turning her lightsaber off, the Sith darted forward towards it, raising her hands and moving them through the air in near mad-like fury. Earth was her element, and she raised the stones now, bringing them up from the ground as she worked on sealing the entrance to where they were. Sweat ran down her face and she gasped more than once before it was done, long minutes after. Would it be enough? Would it keep the lava out?

 

"We need to go," she gasped, "now!"

 

Force Users. She needed more Force Users.

 

"You, you," she half bellowed at Vereshin and Alkor Centaris. The commands were changing. Scherezade pointed at a wall on the opposite end of the one she'd just erected, "use the Force to tear that wall down. The man and the child are behind it. Move!"

 

To Celessa, who'd done wonderfully with her lightsaber, and the injured Ciri Jade, she nodded. "You two don't smell like you have the Force. Unless I'm wrong or you have equipment that's strong enough to take stone walls down, I need you to find somewhere safe to stand. Keep my lightsaber in the meantime in case those fanged shadows thing make a comeback."

 

Still bleeding, Scherezade moved from her spot and walked deeper into the caverns. She relied on her Blood Hound abilities and the Force, finding the one behind which Srina Talon was… Trapped? Standing? She wasn't entirely sure, though she could hear the sound of rocks rolling. The Exarch was either trying to get herself out, or was in the process of getting covered again.

 

She wasn't going to wait and see.

 

Grabbing the rolling rocks with the Force, Scherezade screamed as she pulled them all away at once, opening a new hole in the walls. The debris flung around her but she kept her ground, letting them fly by her body and smash into the wall behind her. Well – only the first one smashed. The others, she let fall more gently down to the ground. Dirty and wounded, she looked at the Exarch, and flashed her a smile.

 

"We're in the process of either getting attacked by shadows with fangs, or having the caverns fill up with lava," she gave her the quick update, "if the other two have released the man and the child, we need to find a way to get above ground, quickly. The seconds are ticking and we're almost entirely out of time."

 

Then there was one more. The message from Damien Wynter came in loud and clear. "Get out of here as soon as you can. If you hear us, find us. I think... I think are going to try to combine our powers to punch the ceiling out of our way."

 

The plan was already forming in her mind.


In Topic: Of Two Worlds

16 May 2019 - 01:24 PM

"A millennia is more than enough time to breed the remaining population several times over," Scherezade said with an optimistic smile, tossing the broom over her shoulders, "though they might be spread all over now. Pretty sure there's at least one or two colonies of Dashades in the Unknown Regions." Or at least, there used to be, prior to the Gulag. She wasn't sure how correct that information that still was. It was the downside of having so much information branded into her mind by her grandmother; not everything was still relevant, and she had no way of knowing what was or wasn't based on thought power alone.

 

As the Dashade turned back to look at the pits, Scherezade walked over, leaning against the rails as she looked as well. He gave her that line about paths and understanding, and she openly rolled her eyes. There was little the Blood Hound loathed more than to be told such things – especially when they were so far from the truth. "Save it," she sighed, "I've got several different types of Seers in my family. I know well enough how that chit works. And know even better to avoid it entirely. What is done is done."

 

She looked at him as he smelled her, glowing eyes squinting as he did so. Was he smelling other than a human? She herself could smell his species even with her eyes closed, merely for the blood that ran through his veins. And while it was true that Scherezade had been highly unsuccessful in finding other Blood Hounds, she was well enough aware that there were other species that offered various types of abilities that ran similar. But he wanted to know why she was there.

 

"I drew too many short straws," Scherezade said after an uncomfortable silence, "it was six months of this, or execution. And we're not talking about that-" she pointed at the arena, where fresh prisoners were being brought out, "That's more humane. Gives the prisoners a chance, you know? If they kill the beasts they're against, they're set free. Of course, almost no one ever manages to do that. I'm pretty sure I could though."

 

Scherezad sighed again. Maybe asking to be tossed into the pit instead of pleading for Cardinal Vi'dreya 's life would have been a better course of action. But none of them would ever know now.

 

"So why are you here?" she asked, "Besides the honing your skills bit. There are places that do this all over the 'verse. What brings you specifically to Genosis to hone your abilities here?"

 

Argis Volmir


In Topic: Intermission | CIS Dominion of Teyr

16 May 2019 - 01:05 PM

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Location: Dance Floor

Wearing: Dress

Tags: Alden Akaran + Feel free to join

 

It was indeed strange. And if Alden had said anything about it, Scherezade would have offered to try to use the Force to heal some of his wounds. She wasn't a healer by any measure, but she could do some small stuff, or at least ease pain. It was easier to do it for others than it was on her own body for some strange reason, but she herself preferred hours off inside of a bacta tank with nothing but sleep and a breathing mask on her.

 

To the no liquor question, she simply nodded. He didn't need to know that she had spent months quite literally drunk every minute of the day aside for a few short stints that had made it all that much worse. But he was looking at her and seemed to be thankful that she'd saved him and stuff, so there was no reason to break that image. Especially not when he was one of those rares who actually spoke to her like she was a human being and not someone's object of mockery.

 

As he gave her her drink, she smiled, and clinked their glasses. "It is," she said, "thank you, Alden."

 

With that, she took a small sip from her glass. It needed another minute or so before the ice would take the good effect of actually cooling the liquid down. Glancing over at a table, Scherezade sighed. She felt him. She always felt him and knew where he was when they were on the same planet. As did he. But she had pro-... No, she had not. Not to him. But to herself. She forced her attention back to Alden.

 

"So what's your excuse?" Scherezade asked him with a little smile, "Why are you here alone? I thought the Confederate Navy crowd tended to hang out together in groups."