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Scherezade deWinter

Scherezade deWinter

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#1945795 [Netherworld] The Hadean Athenaeum

Posted by Scherezade deWinter on Yesterday, 12:20 AM

Moved to live judging by request of OP :)




#1945783 We All Thaw This Coming | ORC Invasion of Rhen Var

Posted by Scherezade deWinter on 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?




#1945612 Daylight [CIS Dominion of Bassadro]

Posted by Scherezade deWinter on 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.




#1945360 Of Two Worlds

Posted by Scherezade deWinter on 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




#1945352 Intermission | CIS Dominion of Teyr

Posted by Scherezade deWinter on 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."




#1945350 Big Bassa Boom! [SJO Mission/Private]

Posted by Scherezade deWinter on 16 May 2019 - 12:55 PM

"Because who'd think a fully advanced technological facility is a slaver's place?" Madalena shrugged. It was the same type of camouflage that the rusty places enabled – not in aesthetics, but in function.

 

It seemed that Josh was more or less of the same mind as she was. They'd go in, massacre the main forces, and others would deal with the actual slave freeing. All of that meant that Madalena's hands would remain clean when it came to the things she cared about. Perfect mission. Perfectly fun.

 

Double checking that her array of weapons were on her body, Madalena grinned and got up from her chair. "So we're all going to ride the dragon together?" she asked, winking at Josh, "didn't think you'd be into that group bestiality thing. Let's go!"

 

Josh Dragonsflame Riamah




#1944548 NPC unit tournament?

Posted by Scherezade deWinter on 14 May 2019 - 02:11 AM

Tom Taff Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!




#1944543 NPC unit tournament?

Posted by Scherezade deWinter on 14 May 2019 - 01:50 AM

I'd be interested. I'd appreciate it if I could be teamed up with either another noob or a mentor-like writer please because I've never done this before :)

 

I'll only be bringing one Unit in if that makes a difference - the Shield Maidens of Stewjon.




#1944523 Pounding Rain : The Rookery

Posted by Scherezade deWinter on 14 May 2019 - 12:44 AM

Location: Confedernce Room

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

Tags: Celessa Holt Ingrid L'lerim Damien Wynter Razelle Breuner

 

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Glowing green eyes looked at the Red Witch as she entered the room, announcing herself and… saluting? That was new. That was interesting. Scherezade grinned, and nodded to her. Raz was the next to come in, grinning and winking at her, so she responded with a warm smile. It was the strangest thing; from having absolutely no one, it seemed that now she was having more regular company around her, with her godmother being one of them. It… It chipped away nicely at some of the loneliness. Scherezade, inwardly, was eternally grateful. Another one was there, Damien Wynter, someone Scherezade had met on the previous mission that had dealt with a body and the Umbaran issues.

 

Remaining quietly in her seat, Scherezade listened quietly as Holt laid out the mission's background.

 

"Kill a Moff, don't get eaten by furry worms," she summarized it as soon as he was done, and shrugged. There was also that part about sabotage and… Wait, no. That interested her this time. "What kind of ships does he have?" she asked with a wicked grin. Scherezade was the owner of Whimsy, her brain child through which she'd only begun bringing some of her Blueprints of Doom into reality. Two of these projects, funded by the R&D research grant she'd been given by the Confederacy, included things that could seriously krak ships up. Perhaps now would be the good time to see them in action.

 

Looking at Damien, who spoke first, Scherezade shrugged and pointed to where the refreshment foods were. If he was hungry, he should eat.

 

"Infiltration would be simple enough," she said. "I could probably ring some contacts and get myself in as a cleaning maid or something. Direct access. He'll die quickly. As for the ships…"

 

Flicking her hands on her datapad, all those in the room received soft notifications as the data unrolled in front of their eyes. "If we can smuggle that in, we can dismiss most if not his entire fleet. Those that won't blow up will still not be able to enter hyperspace if we don't krak it up.". They would see the general outlines of Liquid Ion Sugar and Karkmatter. [color=#db7093]"I'll need numbers and ship types to know how much of the stuff to prepare. And a way to get it over there without getting caught. I can do simple infiltrations but getting entire inventory stocks in is less my thing."




#1944380 Daylight [CIS Dominion of Bassadro]

Posted by Scherezade deWinter on 13 May 2019 - 03:49 PM

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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 +Feel free to join!

 

 

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So it wasn't just her. Scherezade sighed. Within moments, they were all surrounded by those shadow things, and on top of that there were voices; more than one, stuck behind walls, wanting to come out. Had it not been for her senses as a Blood Hound, the Sithling would have thought those voices of others were part of the imaginary scene, something to lull them into action and trick them. But no. Now that the voices were pointed out by others and she took the scent, she knew.

 

None of those gathered, as far as she was aware, was a Jedi. That would make dealing with the shadows trickier.

 

"First things first," she said, taking charge of the group, "you and you," Scherezade said, pointing at Vereshin and Ciri Jade, "stay together. Until we get her leg good enough to work, I need you to protect her from whatever comes our way. You two," she said, looking to Celessa and Alkor Centaris, "we take care of the shadows things first, and then we get the dude and the kid, as well as Srina Talon, who's nearby and also stuck."

 

Without waiting for any of them to respond, Scherezade pulled one of her lightsabers out and ignited it, the green beam casting a soft light on her surroundings. The other one, unignited, she tossed to Celessa. "Guns won't work on these things," she said, and then looked at the walls. The shadows were now spilling out of them, looking almost like pooling black water. This was not something biological or natural. This was something born of malice, and likely darkness. Alkor Centaris, she knew, had a weapon of his own. She just hoped he hadn't lost it in any of the cave ins.

 

Charging forward, Scherezade brought the beam of her lightsaber down on the closest pool of shadows to her. The shrieks that came out of them were terrible, like bats grinding up in a blender on full volume. She winced, but attacked again. This time, the dark monstrosities rose from the ground, opening thousands of little mouths with tiny sharp fangs inside of them.

 

The Crow/Pathfinder continued to hack and slash forward with her lightsaber, but it wasn't enough; some of them began to climb onto her body. At the present, her armor was doing its job and protecting her, yet it wasn't too long before one of them caught her face and bit down on her cheek, pulling a scream from the Sithling.

 

She pulled her hand up to her face to yank it off, and could feel a chunk of flesh being yanked out with it. It wasn't going to be pretty.




#1944047 Intermission | CIS Dominion of Teyr

Posted by Scherezade deWinter on 12 May 2019 - 10:59 AM

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Location: Dance Floor

Wearing: Dress

Tags: Alden Akaran + Feel free to join

 

Scherezade's physical instincts were as honed as the blades she usually carried, and when Alden stumbled, her hands reached out and caught him before he sent them both toppling to the ground. Despite the music, his groan reached her ears. It wasn't a groan that said oopsie, it was a groan that signaled something hurts and she frowned, looking at him to make sure he was stable in his position before she took a step back.

 

His hand went to his ribs, and she remembered the events of not too long ago. That was odd. Why hadn't he been dunked in a vat of bacta so he could properly heal from it? Surely someone in his position could get that sort of a service from the Confederacy? Scherezade took a mental note to send him an invitation the following day to the Citadel on Geonosis. While she wasn't going to invite him to her personal tank, there was nothing keeping her from inviting a Confederate member to using the one that the Confederacy was supposed to regularly be offering. She often wished someone had told her that in the months she'd been overworking herself to death just to keep her personal levels up.

 

"Tall glass of full fat cream with ice cubes," she repeated herself, "I don't drink liquor."

 

Motioning for him to follow her, Scherezade led the two of them to the bar, moving between the dancers with ease, where Alden could put the order in.

 

"Scherezade deWinter," she said, only now seeming to remember she had never actually given him her name while out on the mission. And inwardly, she hoped that it would not ring any bells regarding other events that had nothing to do with it.




#1944034 We All Thaw This Coming | ORC Invasion of Rhen Var

Posted by Scherezade deWinter on 12 May 2019 - 09:45 AM

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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

Post: Two

 

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She was funny? Scherezade blinked, looking at Celessa for a moment before she broke into another smile. Celessa's social awkwardness was something the Sithling was completely oblivious to – in part, because she herself was socially awkward. Sticking the pointy end of her knife in someone was easy. Making small talk was hard. And for most of the Confederacy, Scherezade was the person who said the wrong things at the wrong time, and that somehow seemed to trump the fact she had a nearly perfect mission record. So when she was given a mission partner that not only tolerated her, but seemed to treat her with a wiff of respect and attempt to bond? There was no way in seven kraks that she was willingly giving that up. Sometimes she just wanted to hug the petite, but her overall preference for personal space ensured she would not.

 

"Sure," she grinned as the other assassin asked if they would attempt to infiltrate the fortress. That was what they were meant to be good at, so that was going to be what they'd do. Scherezade had the chip on her body; though she had a feeling there would be far more interesting things to see and snatch while they were actually inside the fortress, "don't think we need to stay out of sight though. I'm a Sith. You're with me. Basically if we prance around with our chins up they should be letting us right through as long as we don't give our little secrets away."

 

Motioning for Celessa to come with her, the curvaceous warrior began to walk through the snow, grateful for the fur coat she was wearing. She was a child of autumn, born to a planet where mild and beautiful summers reigned, and the only thing she hated more than cold and snow was desert weather.

 

But it was only a few steps before it happened. The sky, while remaining blue, was a different blue now. "Shield," Scherezade noted as she squinted, looking at it. "They put a shield up… And locked everyone within a radius around the fort in with them?" But then her face relaxed and she smiled. They had locked a Blood Hound in with them, and if her guess was correct, a bunch of other things that had the potential to be not-so-nice to the Sith.  And no doubt – those of the Sith Empire would be thinking the same thing, titling themselves as the not-so-nice things now stuck beneath a shield with the Coalitionioners.

 

A few more steps, and the ground beneath her and Celessa shook. This feeling though, Scherezade was accustomed to. Someone had decided to use grenades. Thankfully, they were far enough to keep the two women out of direct danger. The laser shots that were being fired in seemingly random directions, however, did not.

 

"Race to the front door?" Scherezade grinned, and without waiting for an answer, began to run though the flying debris, the fighting, and anything else that was happening beneath the shield, aiming for the front doors of Dreypa's Peak. The thought of whether or not Celessa would be the one to want to kill her when the mission was over never once passed through her mind.




#1944015 Thoughts on restricted and banned items

Posted by Scherezade deWinter on 12 May 2019 - 08:08 AM

Since you can't auto-hit, people won't be impacted by your weapon anyway unless they want to be, even if it's super strong. Factory no longer judges on balance either, and most submissions are approved as is as long as they break no rules and aren't reported.

 

Story-purpose submissions are already a possibility :) Here's the one I made, for example.




#1944012 A touch of evil

Posted by Scherezade deWinter on 12 May 2019 - 07:56 AM

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
Tags: Kelsie Sylvan Ingrid L'lerim Nika Satari Veena Reshma Shakti Sweet Razelle Breuner Celessa Ciri Jade
 
 


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Leaning against the wall, Scherezade folded her arms across her chest as she gave the others a few minutes to speak amongst them and decide where they wanted to go. None of those gathered knew who the actual Minister of Secrets was, who it was that sent the orders from the top of the chain. Persons of contact, people who worked with them, others who could be useful, sure. But the person between the Vicelord and them? Nope. That was secret, and as additional orders were not sent down the chain, it was up for them to split into groups and get what was needed to be gotten.
 
It wasn't like with the Knights Obsidian. With those, Scherezade knew exactly who was who and who knew what to do. If this meeting had happened with the Knights, she would have been calling the shots and telling the people where to go. It would have been easier for her. But now… Now it was the learning curve. But she noted each and every one of their faces. Soon enough, she would learn what they each could do as well.
 
Celessa was the first to speak. Scherezade listened, noting the pink of her eyes, and it made her smile. The petite woman wanted to hit the drug meeting, and to that Scherezade could only nod. She had little doubt that their meeting was being listened to by the higher ups. If anyone thought this was a safe space, they'd be sorely mistaken. "If any additional information pops up, you'll be notified," she said to her, "until then, use your judgement, and remain as discreet as possible. This is one of those missions where we don't want to leave a trail if we can help it."
 
Next came Ingrid L'lerim, who entered the room moments ago and was spared the agonizing wait, and wanted to join Scherezade's sub-mission. She nodded to her as well. That was one and two so far.
 
Razelle Breuner was next, taking the initiative of being the coordinator. Scherezade smiled and hid a whif of pride about her godmother's actions. Albatross. It was different than the Jane she had to call her last time they went on a mission together, but Scherezade was nothing if not flexible. Wordlessly, the Sithling punched the comm frequency into her little machine.
 
Looking at the other redhead, Shakti Sweet, Scherezade's own glowing green eyes rested a moment. She knew the woman – she'd seen her next to her brother, Ephraim, before. But they had never spoken; not Scherezade and Shakti, not Scherezade and Ephraim. For all she knew, her brother was as much of a stranger to her as this woman. Perhaps more so, since she was just about to work with the woman and get to know her a touch better. Watching her quietly, Scherezade made no response as she realized what that first move meant. Mute. Then came the motions, the sign language. The only motion therein that she recognized was Force User.
 
Can you do telepathy?, Scherezade asked her using telepathy via the Force, we might not be able to communicate with sign language while in the field. Though not all the women – wait, only women? And so many of them red of hair? – gathered here were Force Users themselves. It would be left up to the cooperation of Shakti and those who'd be on the sub-mission with her to make it work.
 
And last was Jaquelin. The last time she'd met her, the woman had taken a feather off her armor. It was ironic, considering now both of them were birds of feather – in more ways than one.
 
"Those of you who haven't chosen where to go, you have five seconds," she said, turning to the door, "you," she motioned to Ingrid, "with me. We'll all keep our comms open whenever possible."
 
And with that, Scherezade left, though she did pause downstairs to make sure those who would join her had the opportunity to do so.

 

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#1943438 We All Thaw This Coming | ORC Invasion of Rhen Var

Posted by Scherezade deWinter on 10 May 2019 - 02:57 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?

Direct Tags: Keira Cerdulan Celessa

Post: One

 

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It seemed Coalitioniors were landing all around them. Scherezade, standing in the snow, her armor covered by a purple fur coat, looked at the landing people with growing interest. She wished she'd thought of bringing some food along for this part of the day, the long wait. Sure, there was screaming and such coming from the building on the Peak itself, but considering this was a Sith military base and whatnot, could anyone really claim to be surprised by any of it?

 

Flicking at her datapad, the Sithling grinned. She would not be able to hide the fact she was a Sith, not this day. But then, there was no need to. The only thing she had to hide was her true identity, and thanks to some connections pulled with the Ministry of Secrets, anyone scanning her would get the name she'd chosen to parade as for the mission; Feyre Darling. It was a silly name, the first part chosen for its meaning and the second one chosen after her speeder, but it worked. No one expected their chit to go all kaboom because of someone with a last name such as Darling!

 

Above them, she knew, war was raging. She'd danced this dance before. But the pew pew in space was the one that interested the Blood Hound little to nothing. The ground was where all the fun was to be had, and with the Confederacy's recent decision to be all peaceful again for a while, Force, she could use all the ground pew pew she could get.

 

"So…" she said to her mission-partner, Celessa, "what if we pretend-chain you up and march right to their front door and knock? Think they'd let us in?"

 

The childish grin on her face was hard to miss. Fighting was happening all around them, and Scherezade could hear the song of battle and death coursing through her veins. It would only get louder once she actually joined in on the fighting and had all her blades out. She couldn't wait for that part. The only thing that mayhaps could have given her pause was the need to pick sides; but with the shifts around Dathomir, the side had practically chosen itself for her. There was a vow she was meant to keep; the destruction of Dathomir would lay in her hands in a future that would not arrive anytime soon. And with shifting changes around the planet... She had a guess who'd show up alongside the Sith this day.

 

And her blades were ready.