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Cyran Vaas

Cyran Vaas

Member Since 15 May 2018
Offline Last Active Nov 03 2018 12:47 AM
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#1795207 The Rise of the Black Bha'lir [Open to CIS]

Posted by Cyran Vaas on 27 May 2018 - 09:11 PM

Cyran was a little confused when the speeder started going faster, but hey, it meant getting to their destination quicker. At least that's what the Duros thought. However, this weird rest mist like stuff started taking over. "Hey uh..." Cyran then looked over at the women beside him. Who he saw was moving her mouth.

 

The next thing he knew was that he was flung from his seat. Being raised up and over the speeder. The only being held by his leg was suddenly being dragged across the ground behind the vehicle. At first he was just really confused. But soon after he realized what was happening he was feeling the pain of being dragged across the ground at high speeds. Especially over such rough, hard terrain. Leaving behind a trail of dust as he body ungracefully tumbled behind after each little bump or rock hit him on the way.

 

When they finally got to their destination and stopped he was in a rough place. One, he was really dirty. Two, he needed some medical help. He could barely tell that they had stopped, his head was spinning and his vision was blurry after an good hit a rock got on his head. His already pretty featureless face was seemingly smoothed out even more, and his neck felt pretty crooked. The next thing he knew he was off the ground, and all he could see was the blurry image of the supernatural women. The next thing he felt was the sudden feeling her tongue against his cheek. When she finally walked away from him he fell back down even as the ichor was beginning to heal him.

 

Slowly he got up to his knees and was able to see clearly again. Looking over he saw what the situation was, but was much less enthused about moving along with there mission. "But the show must go on..." Cyran simply said to himself. His voice still as gritty as always. Getting up e drew his blaster and joined the group.

 

Cim Salro

Jorge

Petra Cavataio

Scherezade deWinter

Kingsly




#1791867 The Rise of the Black Bha'lir [Open to CIS]

Posted by Cyran Vaas on 23 May 2018 - 06:17 PM

Grinning to himself he got in along with the women he started up the speeder, letting it speed up and following the other craft. As they sped across the arid environment he looked out over at the horizon. Despite the planet being home to billions of bugs, he felt like there was a sort of beauty from just being on the planet of such industrious people.

 

The Duros would mainly hum some to himself on the drive. It being one of his own tunes he was practicing. But after a bit he spoke over to the women sitting beside him. "So, what brought you to this meet up? Me personally I just wanted something to do. Go on an adventure you know. You can't really sing about your cool experiences if you don't have any. You know what I mean?"

 

However, something told Cyran that she wasn't particularly in the mood to speak with him. But little do he know that she wished ill upon him. As they approached their destination they got pretty close. Nothing would really set then back on their course unless something pretty radical happened on the travel.

 

Jorge

Kingsley

Cim Salro

Petra Cavataio

Scherezade deWinter

William the Bloody




#1789701 The Rise of the Black Bha'lir [Open to CIS]

Posted by Cyran Vaas on 20 May 2018 - 10:22 PM

Listening to how Petra Cavataio replied to him he simply smiled back. Not really knowing how much he may have pissed her off. Then he looked back as Cim spoke before everyone started on their paths to head out to the objective. looking back a Petra he spoke once more. "What do you say, we go together, I drive..."Sweetie"" Little did he know he was actually doing worse then playing with fire. Especially with that comment. Probably making his own death wish without even knowing it.

 

Following them out of the cave he watched as the pulled up the the girl, still on pursuit for her it seemed. Then watched as Jorge hopped in with Cim Salro to start nagging her about working for them. During all this he'd harness his instrument back on him and approach one of the various speeders. He wasn't sure if the "Supernatural" Lady was gonna join him or not, get into the speeder.

 

Scherezade deWinter

Kingsley

William the Bloody




#1788595 The Rise of the Black Bha'lir [Open to CIS]

Posted by Cyran Vaas on 18 May 2018 - 09:58 PM

Cyran simply listened to the others in the cave. After they all finished he played a little tune. C,D,E,D,E,F,G... "I got now questions are my front." He said with that typical Duros raspy voice. "But unlike some of our compadres here I'd could see myself joining this little organization." What was the point of working for them if you weren't going to join? He questioned in his head. Actually he could think of several reason why not, but that was besides the point.

 

"I'd imagine that with a supernaturally gifted individual like yourself." He said, referring to Petra Cavataio. "Something like this would be quite easy. But I shouldn't jinx it should I?" Cyran said with a bit of a chuckle. Little did he know more then just her were gifted with the Force. Even he was and he didn't even know it, yet he could feel it, kinda.

 

Jorge

Scherezade deWinter

Cim Salro

Kingsley

William the Bloody




#1787226 The Rise of the Black Bha'lir [Open to CIS]

Posted by Cyran Vaas on 16 May 2018 - 08:02 PM

Previously

 

In a simple, inconspicuous cantina in the newly established capital of the CIS. Sitting at a table away from the entrance sat Cyran, alone. Leaning back in his seat with his instrument laid out on him as he tuned the strings on it. On the table were some credits. As he sat alone what seemed like a stranger approached. She dropped a note on the table and picked up the credits as the passed. They were no stranger however, in fact they were an informant he hired. Putting his stringed instrument down he checked the note, and read it. It spoke of a meeting here on the planet of Geonosis, set in a cave. Perhaps they cleared out any local Geonosians. Perhaps he'll drop by.

 

Present

 

Landing his vessel fairly far away he didn't want to raise any alarms. To keep himself entertained on the walk to the cave he got his Mandoviol and began to play a simple tune to himself. A, F, G, E, F, D, E... would be the couple of notes he started out with before he began to really practice. To Cyran, music was the the universal language. One that anyone can understand and enjoy, and was he really wrong?

 

All he really knew was that this was a little get together to possibly bring back an old smuggler community. Or, at least that's what he thought. Some kind of organization called the Black Bha'lir.

 

Walking to the cave the Duros could feel glad that the Geonosians weren't how they used to be, being so territorial. Able to enjoy the vast and barren environment that the planet provided. Getting into the cave he continued his little song. Eventually he would come across other individuals all hanging out in there. A,F,G,E,F,D,E... he repeated as he approached them. Perhaps it was a little odd seeing a stranger walk up to you playing a little tune like he did. "And to think I was gonna miss something like this." He said as he introduced himself.

 

Jorge | Scherezade deWinter | Cim Salro | Kingsley |Petra Cavataio | William the Bloody