A Touch of Midnight | CIS Dominion of Omwat / Adras

[Haastal Haran]

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[member="Kathryn Foster"] | [member="Subject 73 Red"]| [member="Celiana"]​

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Leading the way into the dark hall, Haastal kept his blaster pistols trained on the darkness before him. The moment Red placed his hand on the wall, Haastal winced at the soldier's reaction, "Keep your damn hands to yourself." He snapped.

"Nothing about this is natural. Until we find out more about what's goin' down here, we'll play it safe. Now stack up." The Mandalorian ordered, bringing his hand up towards his shoulder, his palm facing the door before them. Four of the droids stepped forward, creating a semicircle around the door. Just then a loud bang could be heard echoing through out the ship. The sentient CDF troopers who stood behind Haastal turned on their heels, their weapons trained down the corridor they had just traveled down from.

A single blaster round fired off into the shadows from one of the uneasy soldiers. "Hold your fire!" Haastal called out, before training his Night Vision scanners on the darkness. When the man saw nothing he remained silent, unsure of just what was going on. "You two, watch the rear." He pointed to two of the B1's, causing the metallic droids to travel back the way they came. "Set yourselves to sentry mode and keep your fricken' eyes open."

When Kathryn's voice came through the comms, the Mandalorian tapped the side of his helmet. "We're all good. Just keep your eyes out. I got two droids headed back your way, their gonna cover this corridor. You see anything out of the ordinary, give me a shout."

Turning back to the blast door ahead of them, it came open with an unsettling hiss. Haastal's sensors twitched as they quickly took in the empty room before them. Red was the first to enter, making his way to the terminal that sat in the center of the room. As two of the droid's moved to each of the turrets, Haastal's eyes went wide. "Red, hands off!" He shouted, if that terminal was tied to those turrets they needed to be sure the turrets were disabled first.

 

[Subject 73 Red]

[member="Haastal Verd"]
[member="Kathryn Foster"]

Red waved him off as he typed at the terminal.

"I'm fine. I'm not dead yet, it seems that the turrets are off. Just tell me if they're on or turning on."

Red continued to type at the terminal, unfazed by the prospects of being shot by the turrets. He had a job, and right now they needed to progress, so he needed to find what this terminal had and to move further in. Besides, as long as Red had a proper warning, he could get out of their sights quick enough.

 

[Damien Van-Derveld]

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w. [member="Kaia Verd"] | wearing: xxx​

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Damien smiled as Kaia affirmed he did not need to worry about her opinion in regards to his species. Perhaps if she understood everything that might come with it, but then again Damien was putting things too far in future for that to be a concern. They were just having fun right?

A wicked grin tugged at the corners of Damien's mouth as the girl stepped closer once more. She wanted him to kiss her again, and while Damien was more than inclined to do so, he had a much more playful idea.

"Close your eyes," he said and waited for the girl to do as he told.

In a matter of a few short moments Damien let the jumper of his costume fall from his shoulders, and as he ran off deeper into the maze his bones began to crack. With a leap into the air, Damien completed the change into a wolf the color of midnight. A lone howl could be heard as Damien dared the girl to chase him. Words would enter her mind as the force allowed him to reach out to her telepathically.

"Catch me if you can..."

 

[Tempest Yore]

Oh Tempest has never been here before, so when she was asked if she knew where they were going and neither youth waited for the witch to point out the way, but just raced on outta there to be first to the treasure. It is very crucial to be first in this world. It is also equally as crucial to make sure everyone knows that you are first. It is a matter of importance. It is just the way stuff works out. Nobody ever told Tempest this stuff.

“I don’t know,” she said to [member="Jorah zos Darnus"] as they just kept on running past everyone else, nearly toppling over a blonde supergirl lady. "Whoo-hoo!" Everyone is here pretending to be somebody fantastic, some highly imaginative! Tempest loves Halloween! Sadly, we never see ourselves in the same light that other people see us. But one thing Tempest has tonight more than yesterday, it’s the ability to keep changing into something else! She didn’t have an amazing Talisman to play with even two hours ago!

Tempest found them both headed straight to the costume contest sign-up sheet. “Oh my Fanged God!!! The costume contest!!! Let’s sign up now!!!” squeed the rabid golden Pooh Bear. “I never won a prize for anything in my entire lifespan ever!!!” She is excited at the prospect of proving her ingenuity to Mistress Pomsty by claiming a prize. “Astounding opportunity here! Astounding, my firend!”

After she signed her name to the roster she changed her costume to the ferocious three headed bunny slippers she had drawn before arriving.

Now this should get people out of her way, and to the good candy!

 

[Kaia Verd]

[SIZE=9pt]Location: Deep in the Maze[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=9pt]Objective: Hide and seek[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=9pt]Tag: [member="Damien Van-Derveld"][/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=9pt]Kaia would smile gently, as he told her to close her eyes the look on her face changed from one of joy to one of worry. Closing her eyes would cause her to be without two of her senses for the whole time they were closed. Normally she would not do this especially if her hearing aids weren’t working as they were right now. But being as she had grown to trust the guy she would do exactly as he asked her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Having closed her eyes the small girl would sense the presence of the man cease to be in front of her, she would think had he just ran away and not said anything, did he not like her the way she thought he did? It wasn’t until she heard his voice inside her head telling her to come find him. [/SIZE]

She would open her eyes noting his costume on the ground before her. She knew of this part of being a Lupine.
[SIZE=9pt]As she looked around she began to focus in on the vibrations she felt in her chest, she kept feeling until she sensed two distinct vibrations, those of a wolf running. She began to follow[/SIZE]

 

[Vytal Noctura]

Objective: Entertain Party Guests
Location: Main Hall Room, C.S.S. Caleuche
Costume: Countess
Tags: Open

"The Confederacy has many well-trained men and women that can handle the emergency," Vytal replied calmly to allay some of [member="Karlie Lynn Destat"]'s concern. "If you try to answer every distress call yourself, you'll only wear yourself out -- then you will help neither those in need nor yourself." The Nightsister could appreciate the difficulty in "letting go" or trusting in others to fill the gap, as she was huntress used to being in the wilds not overseeing others or "kicking back." Nevertheless, this outside world was so large and so busy there was always something happening. There was no down time to recuperate. A woman had to learn to delegate or trust in the many other Offworlders to handle the workload.

Then something caught the blonde one's eye, and Vytal turned slightly to see what it was. "Yes," the Dathomiri woman's voice drew out the initial response in length. "It appears some sort of Human challenge game. The fruit floats until you try to grab it with your teeth, and more often than not sinks as it is difficult to bite. People seem to enjoy it." It was dreadfully simple, but obviously not painfully ease. Perhaps that was its charm. That and people getting a face full of water, or on a rare occasion half of their body dunked right in.

A figure cloaked in black slipped into the Main Hall and drew a sharp eye's notice. "A welcome Spiritual Solstice, Sister," Vytal smiled at [member="Eli-Mae Forrest"], "there are many delights this evening for all. If you have need of anything, members of the Mandragora, like myself, will provide."

Perhaps providing an opportunity for the three of them to meet. Though Vytal wasn't entire surely about finding herself bobbing for apples. She was torn on the subject. As a Nightsister it seemed rather frivolous and improper; but on a social level of trying to... "loosen up" around Offworlders [relative to Dathomir] participating in such merriment did seem beneficial. Time would seem to hold the answer to all things.

 

[Cali Ziiva]

Objective: Par-tay!
Location: Entryway, C.S.S. Caleuche
Costume: Cute Biker Chick + Attitude
Tags: Open | [member="Xobos Yakieer"]

Xobos felt particularly possessive today, the Zeltron noted as they merrily made their way through the throngs of people. The Pink One smiled as the Miraluka led the way. Also a tad assertive in taking charge. That was good; a Sithling should be fearless and strong of mind as well as body. It wouldn't change anything with Cali being assertive as well when it was appropriate. Kind of had to be with how Xobos -- at least in the past -- tended to demure and avoid rocking the boat despite the desperate need to do something. Poor woman had a monster for a teacher; there was a desperate need for someone to break her free of the familiar and see in her personal time there was more than lightning and sabers.

"Sparkles?" Cali perked up with wide eyes.

Cali stepped up to the bar and just so happened to press herself snugly up against Xobos while her eyes roamed the list. Her free hand draped itself behind the Miraluka to settle about Xobos' furthest hip. "Ooh, I know. That one with the shimmering brew and powdered dry ice." A grin split her lips in the ordering. Nothing like mist or fog settling in the top quarter or half inch of the glass, and slowly rolling over the edge. If that wasn't enough, the shimmering quality of the purple brew itself was an eye-full. Plus, it tasted good too.

Order in, the Zeltron leaned her lips in close to Xobos' ear, "Think I already got the specialty of the night."

 

[Damien Van-Derveld]

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w. [member="Kaia Verd"]
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Damien ran deeper into the maze, bus feet padding as he turned each corner. The scents were different now, and he knew where the center was. He could tell that Kaia was not far behind him, though he knew as a wolf he would be much faster. Running about the maze she was still looking for him, every corner she turned was always barely enough. The black wolf started to wait for her to find him, just run off before she reach out and take him.

The chase was fun and when Damien grew bored with it, he would let her catch him. Until the , the wolf intended on playing the girl, keeping her on toes, always guessing as to what he would do, and where he would go, next.

Damien bowled one more time before his thoughts entered her mind.

“You’ll have to do better than that.”

 

[Kaia Verd]

[SIZE=9pt]Location: Maze[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=9pt]Objective: Catch That Lupine[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=9pt]Tag: [member="Damien Van-Derveld"][/SIZE]​

[SIZE=9pt]Kaia enjoyed the chase, her senses enhanced through both the force and her own adaptation to sensing the vibrations to compensate for her lack of hearing. She continued the chase, she turned a corner and just caught the slightest glance of a black tail, she knew it had to be the Lupine and she intended to catch him[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As she continued to chase him she thought back to the kisses they had shared just prior and she smiled, they had felt like nothing she had ever felt before, she had always been chasing her parents expectations for her, albeit she didn’t know that they could not be prouder of her. But during those kisses she felt at peace with herself and with the force.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]So the small girl would continue the chase, she knew she would have to anticipate his movements if she was going to catch up to him though it wasn’t likely.[/SIZE]

 

[Karlie Lynn Destat]

Objective: Party Hardy
Location: at the Caleuche's promenade deck party
Attire:

Tags:Open... [member="Vytal Noctura"]
Post: 4



"Ahh...haha, yea I can see what you mean." Karlie chuckled at the couple taking turns bobbing for apples. Yes, it were a silly but fun game. Only thing was, their hair were totally drenched!
It were certainly the deciding factor as in not trying it herself.
"Think i'll have to pass on that one."

She side eyeballed [member="Vytal Noctura"] as she took a moment to greet a new guests. Karlie's attention were momentarily drawn upon the girl with another awesome and slender vampiric looking outfit. She just gave the new guest [member="Eli-Mae Forrest"] a friendly pearly smile.
Yep... once more, Karlie had thoughts on why had she thought wearing a spandex costume with a red cape had been a good choice. She could have opted for something similar to these two. But Nooo..she had thought it awesome to go around with a big red 'S' on her chest.
Well, it stood for 'super' right? It were what the clerk at the costume store had said.


Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to go check on her droids back at the hangar.
It seemed that Vytal was like a matradee of sort..here at the party...or hostess. Yea, more like a hostess, she figured.
"Yea, about that..." Karlie got back on the distress call.

"I honestly must say I haven't put too much heart on many of the CIS campaigns..." She knew she had to be careful here.
"Not for lack of wanting, mind you. Just-..." Now how were she going to put it without seeming like she were some kind of instigator within the ranks?

"...just sometimes I see some inconsistencies in the direction-" Shoot, maybe this weren't the time.
But Hell, when were it the time to question the hierarchy of what were driving their states (CIS) expansion and not at all aiding what should be their allies and neighboring sectors that were being trampled under the iron boots of the Imperials and the blind hatred of the sith.

But no, she stopped right there and resumed her pearly smile.
"Gah... what am I saying?" She looked about, before returning that friendly happy smile to Vytal. This were a party and not a political conference on policies and initiative modeling.

"This is a costume party and all that nonsense should be left behind...haha.." It were a ill attempt at making light of what she were now trying to cover up.
After all, Karlie had to be careful as to what she questioned. She could easily find herself back in some interrogation horror chamber again....

"Yea...." She didn't wish to make this an awkward moment for the girl. Vytal had been genuinely friendly to her. maybe she shouldn't press her luck and scare her off completely. There could be other opportunities for them to run into one another. Maybe then there could be a real chance they could talk pertaining more serious subjects.
"Ahem...I'm guessing you got your hands full in looking after this party. I'll be on my way if you're busy..."

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

Objective: Public Appearance​

Location: C.S.S. Caleuche "Graveyard"​

Attire: [HERE]​

Tags: Open​

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Golden hues slowly moved over the crowd, watching as other had soon joined the festivities of the party; though she was more than pleased that none had come to 'bother' her as she enjoyed her glass of sanguine liquid. Bringing it to her lips once more, she took another slow sip as she watched what was apparently a demented teddy bear or two go running off into the maze. More than likely they were children, though such costumes struck her as odd, she didn't pay much of a second thought to them as her golden hues peered over the rim of her drinking glass. Setting the glass down, she smirked softly, a fang flashing for a moment as she continued to watch the crowd grow.

When the call for judges soon enough rang out over the intercom, her ears perked up for a moment, though she didn't make a move to volunteer, rather she found something more calming in just watching. Shifting in her seat slightly, she looked over as a waiter approached, her slender fingers lightly grasping a menu before returning to her people watching, only shifting her attention to the selection of themed foods for the night. It would be some time though before she decided to finally make a choice, which was more than apparent as she set the menu down and leaned back slightly.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she continued to watch, finding something peaceful in not having to deal with work for once. She was also hopeful that her costume, as it was, would be more than enough to keep others from immediately recognizing her. Lifting the glass up, she brought it to her lips again, finishing the sanguine liquid before she looked to the lantern, opening it slowly. From within the decorative accessory, she brought out a crystalline decanter filled with a sanguine liquid.

As she prepared to refill her glass, she began to wonder what others were up to; perhaps they were enjoying their own time at the festivities, though she didn't seem to bother too much with the specifics. With a soft smile upon her lips, she returned to watching, listening, and enjoying her night.

 

[Jorah zos Darnus]

Objective: Understand these Outlanders
Location: Main Hall Room, C.S.S. Caleuche
Wearing: Nan Quan | Krama Scarf
Tags: [member="Vytal Noctura"] | [member="Tempest Yore"] | Open

Well, this was awkward.

The young Dathomiri jai was at a loss to explain a variety of things about how this evening was transpiring. And the maddening thing about all of it was that it seemed as though he were the only one who found any of this behavior strange. What was the purpose behind the maze of mirrors? It did not seem to be a trap. It did not seem to be a training implement of any kind.

And why was he finding candy discarded in random locations?

Why were people dressed in such ridiculous attire? Running through the maze, a pair of younglings close in age to himself seemed to be using some kind of glamour magicks to transfigure themselves into some kind of ursine Sithspawn. The purpose of which utterly escaped the young Dathomiri shaman. For his part, Jorah had at least had sense enough to eschew the traditional loincloth in lieu of something more modest. The simple, sleeveless tunic and trousers were both plain. Black in color, with a strip of zyed cloth that was tied in a twist knot to cinch the waist. A traditional Talay krama was draped across his torso, forming a baldric of patterned cloth that supplied a splash of color to the otherwise drab outfit.

His confusion at the situation was not helped by the fact that he didn't understand the language. Not well, in any case. Shaol'mara being an insular community of Dathomiri refugees, it was the native tongue of Dathomir that was the language spoken in the home. Galactic Basic education had been just that. Basic. Now that he had been taken by the Knights Obsidian to train as one of the Mandragora Squires, the boy was finding that his Talay education had left him lacking in the languages of the greater cosmos.

Thankfully, there appeared to be a woman who might understand him.

Bonus points for the fact that he just assumed that she was in charge. Because she was a Nightsister, and such was their station.

Making his way toward the pale skinned Nightsister, the black and red skinned youth paused a respectful distance away. Bowing, he kept his eyes low as he genuflected toward the woman.

"Vela, ay'edar," the boy offered, as much a formal apology for disturbing her as it was a greeting. It was possible that the Four Hundred Years Darkness had left its mark on the Dathomiri of Talay in the form of a dialect or accent that distinguished it from the way the language was spoken on Dathomir.

"Ci tlesu bisi tok nȃot koakat, meni gin ti jakiyak yot ci tul taildat chu, ay'edar?"
I do not understand these customs, but is there any way that I might serve you, m'lady?

 

[Kathryn Foster]

Tags: [member="Haastal Verd"], [member="Subject 73 Red"], [member="Eternal Rapture"]​

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A sigh of relief left her as Verd's voice came back replying through the comms. Regardless the mandalorians slightly obstinate attitude earlier, they fought under the same flag. When everything came around, tiny problems as personal divergencies didn't matter a single thing. Everyone was to return home safely after each mission, and she would do everything in her might to get friends out of tight spaces.

She had barely enough time to sit back down in the pilot's chair, before the tranquility were broken again and the blue illuminated hangar turned viciously red. Leaning forward, she could not believe what she saw.

It looked like... Like... Blood? Was it real?! Was it just an insidious illusion?!

Figuring she could breath better in the pressurised cabin, she reached for the buckle and detached the oxygen mask on one side.

''Ehh, sir?! Something happened to the hangar! It looks... wierd. All red, like... like blood! I've got a realy bad feeling about this...'' she stated over the comms to Verd and the others, the worry in her voice being apparent. At the same time as it was eery and ominous, she could not help but to be curious over what it was and what started to happen to the station.

 

[Haastal Haran]

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[member="Kathryn Foster"] | [member="Subject 73 Red"] | [member="Eternal Rapture"]​

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The Mandalorian sank one of his blaster pistols into the holster on his waist, reaching out to grab Red's wrist as the man continued to prod the terminal. "Quit karkin' with that thing before you get someone killed. You already burnt a hand, want to lose a head to?" Haastal muttered, but was forced to turn his attention away from the soldier when his comm beeped, notifying him of a transmission. He listened to Kathryn's words and glanced back down the main hall with a searching gaze. His buy'ce hid his expression but one could tell it was one of supreme agitation. If something was going down, he couldn't leave the pilot alone with their only means of escape. "Team 1 and 2 stay here. Hey, Red don't get yourself shot to hell an' back. I'll be back."

Haastal grabbed two of the droids, physically pulling at their metallic arms as he passed by them. "Let's move it clankers." He ordered, causing the two B1's to exchange unsure glances before following closely behind their Commander.

"Hey, Foster. You said you see blood in the hangar. Any dead bodies?" When Haastal's scanners had originally taken in the hangar they had not found any lifeforms, living or otherwise. He moved back down the quiet hall with his night-vision coming back online the moment he stepped out of the lit corridor.

"I'm comin' back. Just sit tight an' keep your blaster close, you got me?" He told her, as the hangar was beginning to come back into the man's view. The two droids he had tasked with maintaining the hall were....no where to be found. As Haastal moved down the hall his steps grew shallow and he glanced back to the two who followed behind him. "Where's that unit i sent to secure this hall?" He asked them.

Each of the droids shook their heads, unsure of where their counterparts could be.

"Kark." Haastal muttered, before drawing his blaster pistols and picking his walk up to a sprint back to the hangar.

 

[Eternal Rapture]

Tag: [member="Kathryn Foster"] | [member="Subject 73 Red"] | [member="Haastal Verd"]​

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// Command Deck Door Sealed.

// Enter Authorization Code...

// Command Desk Sentries Target Acquisition.

// Enter Authorization Code...

// Command Deck Sentries Online.

// Enter Authorization Code...

The droids might notice power light up a few indicators on the turrets just a moment or two before the barrels realigned themselves with the nearest droid or organic.

A male's voice hissed from a speaker near the terminal, "Leave this place, and never come back."

With a heavy thunk they locked in and a whine preceded the barrage of energy bolts to follow.

Meanwhile, back in the hanger, everything remain precisely where Kathryn had last seen it. Everything except the formless shape to one side now absent no matter how long or how hard one peered out of the craft's windows.

Then a deep, thundering boom of something that pounded or perhaps landed on top of the transport vessel filled the cabin. Silence reigned in the moments afterward.

 

[Vytal Noctura]

Objective: Entertain Party Guests
Location: Main Hall Room > Graveyard, C.S.S. Caleuche
Costume: Countess
Tags: Open | [member="Subject 74 Lucky"]

The Nightsister regarded the other woman as she seemed to have difficulty expressing an idea of some kind. To a certain degree, [member="Karlie Lynn Destat"] even seemed to be rambling. By the end of it, Vytal was certain Karlie made an effort to recover and deflect as thought nothing she'd said ever left her lips. All a bit strange, to be honest, but then Offworlders were strange.

Try as Karlie might, however, Vytal had been paying attention and wasn't so new to the galaxy even some rambling thoughts the likes of which were uttered elluded her. "Enjoy yourself, here. There is time enough for business later. However," the pale woman stepped in closer so her voice need not carry far, "if there is something you wish to speak of, perhaps I can aid you." Whatever plagued the other woman was serious enough she censored herself in such a public venue. it was worth hearing out.

"There's no need for you to depart. But if you wish to explore what we have to offer--" Vytal had begun to invite Karlie to forget even for a brief spell her concerned when someone else would draw her attention. Tonight of all, one of the closest times of the year between the realms, was one meant to indulge. The concerns of every other day would remain after this night had gone, and they could wait that much longer.

When she turned to regard the source of the mostly familiar tongue, Vytal's eyes beheld the young man in relatively simple garb. [member="Jorah zos Darnus"]. There were a surprising number from home -- Dathomir -- and Vytal never having lost a love for the red planet liked to learn of every initiate in the Mandragora from there. Even the ones from clans that had not set foot on the planet for generations. From what she recalled, admonishing him for not using Basic would be uncalled for as he was relatively new to the galaxy; Vytal could understand how everything must seem to the young man.

It might be tempting to having him join the other youth, only they were incredibly energetic. It might do Jorah good, but it could easily have him feel isolated being at a more reserved or cautious step than they. From the lack of eagerness to throw himself into the games or at the sweets -- again, being new to the wider galaxy -- Vytal could hardly trust left to his own devices he would fit in either.

"Aeat Noctura," she replied by way of introduction. "Azza vi," the corners of her lips turned upward, "Ci Jeff chu tul. Kosta meza, chu tuha meni gatditu coila shar. Selraet shuree, Jorah."
"Mistress Noctura. And yes, I think you can. In fact, you might be suited for it. Follow me, Jorah."

The Nightsister turned her attention back to Karlie, "We will be heading to the graveyard for now, if you care to join us."

With the offer extended, Vytal beckoned another Mandragora to stand in and greet newcomers in her place before she left the Hall. While she never looked back, fully expecting the young man to follow and not manage to get himself lost over such a short distance, the Nightsister had not taken her attention off of Jorah. There was commanding attention through not babying Jorah, and there was being neglectful -- there was no need to do the latter.

Once they'd arrived, Vytal turned to regard Jorah once more. "Ci peledyn chu hai effekito res vakavi chu to uael shureen, azza fala shuree kaot het I'sharen naona otilis chu s'si." A simple enough explanation for the task; one that shouldn't require an evening full of explaining cultural nuances -- not all of which she knew either. "Tul chu tlesu yol?" Some might think the wording abrupt or harsh, but Vytal did not look down on the youth before her now. They were a very direct people. Unlike many Offworlders that preoccupied themselves entire days or weeks with the longest, most descriptive, and yet ultimately least meaningful oration possible.
"I want you to examine the people you see around us, and tell me which of their clothing interests you most. Can you do this?"

 

[Jorah zos Darnus]

Objective: Understand these Outlanders
Location: Main Hall Room, C.S.S. Caleuche
Wearing: Nan Quan | Krama Scarf
Tags: [member="Vytal Noctura"] | [member="Tempest Yore"] | Open

It was comforting to find the trappings of home even in as alien a place such as this.

From the histories that he had been told, it seemed that much of the galaxy was obsessed with freedom. Personal freedom. Freedom of choice. Freedom of religion. Freedom of speech. The power structures of the geo-political entities were criticized if not seen as being democratic enough. Indeed, even a cursory introduction to the many storied history of the various Republics, Alliances, or other so-called Rebel governments revealed was seemed a penchant for the belief that democracy was a singular solution to all of the galaxy's problems.

In contrast, the youth took shelter in the notion that such power was mere illusion. He was confused as to what the proper course of action -- the proper choice -- was in the given situation, but it was both easy and comforting to surrender that choice. The Nightsisters commanded the Dathomiri society as absolute matriarchs. Having one here removed the necessity for Jorah to decide anything.

She would tell him what he needed to do.

"Vi, Aeat Noctura," the boy intoned with the same reverence as before.
Yes, Mistress Noctura.

It was a burden from his shoulders, the strange environment of the ship transforming into something infinitely more familiar as the youth fell into step behind the Nightsister.

When the two had arrived at the graveyard, the boy's amber eyes surveyed the chamber before returning to the Nightsister, as she explained the task that was required of him. Did he understand the purpose behind her instruction? No, but understanding was not required. Merely obedience.

"Vi, ay'edar," the boy stated, bowing his head toward her as he answered.
Yes, m'lady.

NPC Zak Dymo​

Meanwhile, at the Legion of Doom Mirror Maze...

The young Nautolan looked over at the Little Miss Zombie Bear. Zombie Bear? Zom-Bear? Zombear? There was a joke here somewhere, he would find it.

And now his attention span was completely derailed. What had they been talking about? "Wait, what?" Zak uttered, as he tried to concentrate on the girl and found his brain hadn't moved on from Zom-Bear: Queen of the Damned!

Come on, that would make a totally astral horror holo-vid! Like the kind of bad holo-vid that you'd see lampooned on Mystery Science Theater 9,000 or Elvira, Nightsister of the Dark.

Tempest definitely looked like she was serious about... whatever she'd been talking about. Or, excited?

Constipated maybe?

"Okay, let's do that!" the boy uttered finally.

No, he had no idea what he was agreeing to. But it seemed like whatever it was would make her happy.

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

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Objective: party hardy with a pink alien and find a certain witchy witch
Wearing: Pink Sun Gang space biker costume
Post: #4
Tags: [member="Cali Ziiva"]

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The sparkles comment obviously hit him as Cali’s eyes got real big at the words, which lead the apprentice to grinning wide as she leaned on the bar. She was, slowly, starting to learn more and more what made the Zeltron tick. Not that she wasn’t open or anything, but it was nice to know that she was beginning to be able to pick out things that Cali would like. It spoke to Xobos that maybe their friendship was deepening a bit. Perhaps enough to let her in on the voices soon. Though that would be opening up another can of worms.

“I’m not sure she’d even understood if you tried to tell her, little master. It’s not worth it.” Ambrus’s voice was an unwelcome surprise in these happy moments, though Miraluka did her best to ignore the voice in her head. Instead, she focused her mind on the drink order that Cali had gotten for her, furrowing her brow at the ingredients that were being listed. “Is the dry ice..safe to drink?” She asked allowed, beginning to turn toward the Zeltron, only to be met by her partner in crime leaning close and whispering in her ear.

The words were plenty enough to cause the Miraluka to turn red, with the fact that Cali was so close only compounding that fact. Her eyes quickly pulled over to the Zeltron, fully expecting to see her grinning at the poor woman’s plight. A little smirk began to pull at the edges of her lips as she started to compose herself yet again, leaning back in her seat and crossing one leg over the other. “Oh? Bold of you to assume you’ve already got this special of the night, miss Ziiva. Buy a woman a single drink and think she’s allllll yours?” Her smirk only got wider, and in the back of her mind she hoped that Cali would understand the sarcasm over the thumping of the music.

 

[Karlie Lynn Destat]

Objective: Party Hardy
Location: at the Caleuche's promenade deck party
Attire:

Tags:Open... [member="Vytal Noctura"] / [member="Jorah zos Darnus"]
Post: 5


As much as she wanted to speak her mind, she were realizing she couldn't.
There were hundreds of CIS representatives from all walks of life and administrations walking about and all were in costumes...disguises.
Karlie were aware that there could be many ravens about spies that always seemed to have an ear in just about every corner of the galaxy. The girl's sympathetic ear were definitely inviting. Karlie really had no friends to speak of outside of Castagne-
Oh except for Vera... [member="Vera Mina"], her only true friend and confidant. Seriously, her confidant. Mina were a lawyer and- Sigh, oh how she wished Mina were here, or she with Mina wherever that was. She were so attached to Mina...

Then-
Sigh...then of course Rom-Jin. She couldn't leave out her bestest blueberry friend with the awesome spitfire hair. Olny thing was, Rom were a biot. Not that it diminished Rom's status as friend, no. But Karlie kinda couldn't talk with Rom-Jin about girl stuff..not really. But nevertheless, Rom were still a friend.

Ok, Ok...there was [member="Nine Lives"] too. But karlie weren't at all certain she were a true friend really. Sure the woman had greatly come to her aid and all. But there was something weird about Nine that Karlie couldn't put her finger on. It were like Karlie didn't know if Nine really liked her, or just tolerated her. Maybe Nine were just being nice to her because she had to?Karlie did spend a lot of time with Nine's exclusive employee Vera. Maybe Nine were just being cordial to her on account of Vera.
It still weren't bad. One human friend (Mina) and a biot. Just that they both were on the castle Morpheus and neither could make this CIS party.

As such, Karlie were attuned to the possibly of making friends with Vytal... now that she picked up on her name, when she introduced herself to the young male Zabrak. Well, she thought it were a boy. hell, if she knew that it were a Zabrack at all, being they were at a costume party. Still, the horns, its tongue, they did seem genuine,
not that Karlie ever met one in person before...

She gave the boy an acknowledging smile. He were friendly and courteous enough to Vytal.
But was was this? A graveyard? It had to be a prop..or some kind of spooky ride or attraction.
Her droids?
Well, they could wait, as Vytal had suggested. After all, Karlie hadn't gotten any more messages from SN367 (her lead battle droid, back at the hangar bay) about the distress call.

"Uhm...yea, sure. " Karlie gave them both a nod.
She were assuming Vytal were taking the young dressed up Zabrak to the graveyard attraction.
"I'd like to see this graveyard myself..." She replied tagging along, thinking how well behaved this youngster was. Well, he seemed to be with Vytal anyway.

 

[Seren]

[member="Jenmae Ophiro"] | [member="Ashla Vella"] | [member="Cerria Rene"] | [member="Celiana"] | [member="Eternal Rapture"]​

The Urging of his Witch was all the motivation Seren required.

When the Wolf was a far younger pup, he might have balked at the notion of following blindly into the darkened cacophony. To not know the nature of that which he hunted was something that railed against the man's instincts. Yet, as the pallid woman's fingers collected his own, Seren immediately moved at a brisk pace after her. The ocean of trust that the Witch had cultivated within Seren far surpassed his feral instincts. Even if she asked him to walk through a literal inferno, he would gladly stride forth - for such was the depths of their relationship. Moreover, knowing that there were other souls aboard who could potentially interfere in claiming this boon set Seren's veins ablaze.

They would succeed in their hunt, no matter what.

Advancing down the corridor subjected their senses to what appeared to be tricks. What was lit became dim. What was dim became light. What was white became green. And what was open became shut. Behind them, the way back to their shuttle was slammed closed - and Seren knew without trying that only pushing forward would see them leave this vessel again. Something was "alive" and rampaging about, and it would succumb to the whims of the White Witch. As they advanced, the wolf's strides saw him move ahead of Jenmae - almost in a protective fashion.

"Show yourself!" he commanded into the black. Yet, for now, there was no immediate answer. His attention briefly returned to his partner, where a quip was uttered with a smile: "They're always the strong, silent types. Aren't they?"