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Allya Vi'Dreya

Allya Vi'Dreya

Member Since 01 Dec 2018
Offline Last Active Today, 07:03 PM
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In Topic: Operation Sandstorm

Today, 01:13 AM

Team Bravo Lead

Location: Market Bazaar

 

 

Her saber swatted at several stray bolts, and her blaster continued to fire true. All around her, rocks were telekinetically picked up and thrown at high speeds into the heads of the terrorists who popped out at the sides. Supposedly, they were once a group of New Republic activists, but this was beyond anything the CIS had expected. The clones, commandos, and droids rallied around the Adjudant. “Move cautiously, buddy system. No one goes off alone, keep your head down. We don't need heroes, we need to do this by the book. Let me take point.” One of the clones tried to argue. “There is no time for that. Just obey.”

 

She knew what she could do. The force gave her a massive advantage compared to her troops. She was the bait, and as they marched on the bazaar, they took the bait. So much blaster fire came at her, and her saber swatted it all out of the way. One tried to fire a rocket at her. Her hand reached out, pushed it up into the air, and it exploded in the air. Oh to see the man's face when he realized just how bad of a mistake he had made. The force snatched him from his perch, and pulled the terrorist to her, face to face. Her helmeted face looked into his, before she sliced him in half with her saber.

 

Inside, there was a twitch. No, she would do what she had to do, regardless of anything else. He had chosen his fate, and they didn't need any information from him. She could feel her troops trust in her. It grew with each supernatural feat. It was the point, boost her own troops morale, demoralize the enemy. They began to fall back to a more defensible position. This allowed her squad to push deeper into the bazaar. “Stay down, move from cover to cover! We need to make it through this place. It's enclosed, keep your heads DOWN!”

 

Kahlil Zambrano

Kelsie Sylvan

Luna Terrik

Iapo Sim

Lis'Ra Fennick

Rato Hus


In Topic: A time for revelry and drink! (Invite only)

Today, 12:42 AM

Allya was a strange bird in the Dauntless. A Sith Mandalorian, whose classification was Jedi Hunter. She has spent her entire life learning to hunt down the most dangerous of prey, she knew it in and out, how to corner a force user, how to corner massive monsters, pretty much anything. However, she ran away from the Knights Obsidian. There is no other way to put it. She forced distance between herself, and her family who ran most of the CIS. Her administrative abilities had been honed by Darth Tacitus himself, as he taught her efficiency, how to run a planet, how to run a military, and to do everything that needed to be done. He was one of the first to see her mind and how it worked, and he honed it to a fine edge. She brought this to the Dauntless. At fifteen, Allya oversaw almost all administrative work. Luna was brilliant in combat, beautiful, strong, cunning, and a powerful leader, but frankly, she couldn't run the day to day to save her life. Allya could, with frightening efficiency. It's why the CIS had tapped her to oversee the entirety of this new foolish border patrol scheme that had cooked up.

 

Fun fact, every ship in the Dauntless fleet, from the large Destroyers, to these smaller more mobile Frigates were designed with the same base layout. The reason for this was two fold, and both caused by the same singular feature. See, Luna, when off the clock, was very ditzy, she tended to get lost very easily, and Allya herself liked consistency, it made her feel more at ease. So, when Allya and Luna designed the Hellspars and the Angelic Fury, they put in the same basic floor plan. Allya and Luna's rooms were close by, the same identical shape and size and layout regardless of which ship they were on, always the same distance from the medbay, the hangers and bridge (Well, more the same ratio of distance, when you took into account bigger and smaller sizes). Luna had a wonderful commanders quarters. Allya however, had given herself nothing more than a glorified broom closet, she always made sure the Captain of the ship had a larger room than she. It helped stop issues. But more importantly it helped remind her she wasn't Home. Her house was another Starship, it was easy to forget where she was. The tiny size of the room reminded her. The room was mostly a bed, with an armor and weapons rack, and a workbench. Oh and a small private refresher. It helped, it really helped.

 

She took the white Mandalorian helmet from the rack, and placed it over her head. Work was done for now, and Luna had commanded her to go socialize. Allya had trouble with that. She was a teenager on a ship full of adults, and frankly, one of the only force users. No one else felt what she felt, or saw what she saw. She did her job efficiently, she followed orders, she kept everything going, she made sure Luna had all the alcohol on the ships she wanted, and that each division had all the right equipment and so much more. What she didn't do, was open up much. She never appeared without her armor and helmet on.

 

Her helmet was soon latched onto place, and she nodded. Weapons were ready, armor was ready, she booted up the systems. She hated it. True, she had a very close relationship with a large number of the clones. They were her friends. They protected her, and she them. Their relationship starts back on Kamino. She is one of the first faces they all got to know, as her studies frequently take her there, and her position in the Dauntless also has her overseeing their training, and creation. Her own Corporal, Crash, was like an older brother. Faithful and true. But, the Commandos themselves? Oh they scared her on a personal level. Sure she could outfight most of them, sure she could out think most of them. But it was also true, that most of them were double her age! Many had children her age!

 

Oh she loved Luna, that woman was a legend in Allya's eyes. She would do anything for her. But she could tell, that as much as Luna trusted her, the age issue got to her too. As did the fact that Allya knew about all the teddy bears that were in Luna's room. Because Allya was the one who designed the hidey hole for them, if Luna ever wanted some....company. Allya couldn't figure it out. She could run everything perfectly, she could control the fleets, run logistics, do all the paperwork, balance the laws, make it so Luna avoided endless meetings, and still, she was just the kid.

 

As Allya walked out of her broom closet, her mind wandered. It went to Jerek. He was on Kashyyk at the moment, being trained by the Jedi. She missed him, she snuck off to visit as much as she could, and even was trained a bit by them herself. It was a good way to learn control and focus. Still, she needed a true Dark Side Master, that wasn't someone like Adron who valued only his own agenda. Her uncle was amazing, and an ass. A big, glorified ass. His own interests were always first, and his apprentices were nothing more than tools to get it. Same with her father. Srina was cold, but she could do it objectively. But, Srina was also obsessed with the Sith ideals which Allya had trouble coming to terms with lately. Jerek had shown her far to much of the galaxy, and what it could hold, for her to bother wanting to be a god.

 

Maybe Lord Voph. He was a powerful force user, but she felt a kindred spirit in him. Someone who questioned the Sith ways, was still dark, and longed to protect things. She would try, what did she have to lose? Well, her life when dealing with Sith, but that was literally her every day walking. It's one of the reasons she joined the Dauntless in the first place. She wanted to get away from Sith Politics.

 

The white beskar'garmed girl entered the bridge, to check on things before she headed to the mess hall, her mind still in a haze. However, at this close, there was very little that could disguise that presence. Head came up, and she walked over to one of the new recruits. “Kahlil? Is that you? What brings you here? Did you join up with the Dauntless?” The girl's voice was confused, but happy. This man was perhaps one of the closer beings in the universe to her. Someone who grasped the very confused core of what it meant to be the child of one of the most powerful beings in the galaxy, and everything that went with it.

 

 

Kahlil Zambrano

Kelsie Sylvan

Luna Terrik


In Topic: A New Alliance (Liberation of Sullust)

Yesterday, 12:02 AM

Life was strange. Not so long ago, she was just a Sith, a weapon to be used against whatever her father pointed her at. Then, in a not so typical boy meets girl scenario, she ended up with a boyfriend. And time after time, he led her in a different path than she had ever been on. This was just something that helped show the strangeness of her life. Here she was on Sullust, helping the Jedi to free a planet. Damien seemed like an interesting man, she wasn't sure if she trusted him or not, and he clearly had issues with her. However, for men like him, results were what mattered. If she could pull off what she said she could, then he may ease up a bit. And if she couldn't, she would be tossed to the side. It was almost like she was back home. That thought almost made her giggle. However, she had to stay in character.

 

Up to the warehouse what appeared to be a drunk old man in rags stumbled up to the back door. He clearly had the shakes, and held up a credit chit in uneasy hands. “I-I need another hit boss. Please. I got the chits.” His voice was raspy, needy. The guard laughed and called out to the other patrolling guard. “Got a live one.”

 

As the man's hands came up however, a sharp needle seemed to come out of it, and the dart flew into the guard's neck. It worked fast, and paralyzed the man's body, he collapsed over, and the old man reached out, and drug the man away from the door and behind the closest dumpster. Quickly a light shone from his hand and it scanned the unconscious guard. When done, the holodisguise around Allya disappeared, It showed off her skintight armor, for just a moment, before it was replaced by the body and face of the first guard. Hand went to her throat, and she adjusted the voice modulator. She grabbed the man's weapon and went back to the door. As she spoke, it was in the original guard's voice. “Ah, got one.”

 

As the other guard poked his head out of the back, he looked at Allya. “Where did he go? I thought you said you had one. Don't play pranks, I don't care how boring this is. Get back to work.” The other guard turned his back and walked back inside. Now she wished she had gotten the first guard to talk a bit more before all this, but whatever. The girl turned to take out the second guard, so she could try and help Jerek. He was heavily on her mind. Ah well, this wouldn't take long. Frankly, Allya was second in command of the Confederacy's elite commando group. She was special forces. This was pretty normal for a day of work for her. But this time, she was doing something that would make Jerek proud of her! That made her giddy. Time to get to work. She tried to motion for Yula to come on in too.

 

Jerek Zenduu

Damian Starchaser

Yula Perl


In Topic: Sea, Sand and Sun (Open to Teen Characters)

18 March 2019 - 10:33 PM

Allya grinned at Kahlil and shook her head. “We met in blood. We have swum in it, regardless of if we wanted to or not. It was chosen for us long before we were born. Our parents chose our paths and set us on them, regardless of our desire. It makes sense you would be cautious. I chose him of my own free will. He was kind to me at first. But we ended up having to fight. He proved to me his intelligence, his skill, how power. Defeated me, at least using the rules I set for winning and losing. However, he showed mercy, and understanding. Then, he offered companionship. I asked HIM out, honestly. And he has fought at my side, saved my life when a star destroyer crashed down on us. And helped me complete my goal of saving the people I needed to save. Frankly, he earned me. But I don't blame you for wondering, and thinking what you did.”

 

Her strong hand reached out for Kahlil's hand, to try and pull him to his feet. “You are much better on your feet than trying to curl into a ball Kahlil. At least when next to me. I won't be angry at you. You didn't harm my lover. You tried to protect me, but had the sense to make sure before doing anything. That makes you an awesome friend in my book. Don't look down, don't look away, look forward with pride.”

 

The Sith girl looked over at Demitry and laughed. “Oh don't worry! We got everything you could need. The hut over there sells swim trunks if you need 'em. We got snorkel gear, and I am more than powerful enough to rescue you if you begin to drown and float you back to land. If you want to learn how to swim, this is a good time to do it. But no pressure, okay?” The small teen gave the man the brightest grin and laughed, with that musical tone. She practically bounced on her toes and turned to the water. Both men would notice the massive amount of scarring that covered her back. Both would clearly recognize the signs of Sith Torture, and feel the faint corruption of the dark side the oozed from the wounds.

 

“Mmmmmmm!” She stretched up and spun around, all the while she giggled. “Come on, slow pokes.” Allya's large eyes sparkled, and she stuck her tongue out at them in a playful manner. “I want to swim! And you two are coming with me, got it?”

 

Jerek Zenduu

Demitry Draskovits

Kahlil Zambrano

 


In Topic: In the Land of Unrisen Suns

18 March 2019 - 09:58 PM

As Jerek praised her food, she leaned over, and kissed his cheek. “Good, glad you like it!” As Micah purrs, she reached behind his ears, scritched them, and then petted the young kitten's head. Oh Jerek was so good with kids. It made her giddy honestly, and her eyes were practically hearts at the moment. As she stared at them, the girl realized she had forgotten to get anything for herself. “Oh, hold on one moment.”

 

Allya went back to the kitchen. A piece of hard cheese and bread were grabbed, along with a bottle of Corellian ale and she returned to the table. The small Mandalorian sipped the ale and adorably nibbled her food. She took small little bites, reminiscent of a small animal. She hummed to herself, and beamed at the two boys with her. “So, how have your days been? What have you both been up to?”

 

She leaned forward, and tilted her head. Hair fell into her face, and she just left it there this time. Eyes flashed back for a moment to the crash of the star destroyer that had happened so recently. Her body shuddered and she shook her head a bit, and attempted to refocus her emotions. “Jerek, Micah, thank you so much for protecting me. I didn't have time to think. I just knew my duty was to the people who followed me first. I couldn't take the time to figure out how to make it work. I honestly thought I would die, and just prayed to Hod Ha'ran that I would last long enough to protect all of you.” The girl laughed nervously.

 

“To a Sith, it seems silly. I was always taught power came from within. And true, something could be said, if I had simply been stronger, smarter, more experienced, I could have easily handled it all. But I couldn't. I still did amazing. I created a barrier that stopped a star destroyer from smooshing all of you!! Hahah!” She grinned. “Imagine what I'll be able to do next year! But, I realized. I couldn't have done this without you both. You are both my heroes.” She leaned over, and once more kissed Jerek's cheek, and then the top of Micah's head, before she gave the kitten pets. “You both are awesome. I hope we get to fight together for a long time to come. Oh! Micah, how did you like my library? I brought most of the liturature I have from the Temple, and from the Jedi as the Silver Rest as I could, as well as a few pieces that I collected in my travels.”

 

Micah

Jerek Zenduu