Act I: Sands of Time

[Vulpesen]

Stood by @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"] and listened to the conversation. "I thought something wasn't right with the looks of this place. In any case, lets hope this is the good kind of king that doesn't kill crowds on birthdays." Turning to the slave girl, Vulepsen knelt down and kept his voice low as he spoke to her. "Are you comfortable with being a slave? If not, then I'm sure there is someway we can help." Call him a fool, but he was aware that even in this time period, there were people who hated slavery. There were also people who could take bribes and the like to release such slaves. As a great merchant and knowledge of the "future, the Shadow might have a few bargain chips.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

@Moira Skaldi @Alexandra Shadowstalker @Simone @Jaxton Ravos @Habaek
@[member="Vulpesen"]

The noise of the gong brought Tamara to her senses. This diversion with the odd strangers was dangerous for her, and the news the King brought filled her with panic.

“I must go…Master will be angry if I am not returned in time,” she said, attempting to leave the group.
The man’s comment though stilled her. Am I comfortable with it? Do you think I chose this?

“It is not my place to say, Master,” she said warily.

 

[Hawke]

@[member="Gerion Ardik"] @[member="Doc"]

Hawke felt out of place, and a light blinded her as others about her mulled about. She'd been swept up by the crowd as they jostled for a look at whatever, or whomever they were there for. Slowly her vision and hearing returned. A lot of help they were too, Hawke was to short to see over the crowds and she couldn't hear a darn thing over all their yelling. This wasn't right to her, she had no recollection of going planet side. She needed to get out. Anywhere clear away from these people to find a sense of position. Hawke judged the way to go by the direction the crowd was looking. Pushing and shoving through Hawke tripped out of the crowd and landed on her hands and knees. "Damn hysterical people". Gazing forward there were two men, one in black with pale skin and another in white armor, Republic armor! The Naval Commander rose from her fall and hailed at them. "Uhhm, Soldier"? Hawke lost her more authoritative speaking traits for a moment to her confusion. "Where in the bloody galaxy are we"? Sand shifted as her boots moved. A desert world as it seemed. Not that that was any much use.

 

[Drifter]

The Main Group
@Moira Skaldi @Alexandra Shadowstalker @Simone @Jaxton Ravos @Habaek @Tamara



"ALL HAIL..." Habaek took a swig from the water again, "AKALA!" he managed to pilfer two more fruits from the slave girl's basket, and one more water bladder for the road. One never knew when you'd be out in the desert without any recollection on how you got there.


With a wave off to the slave girl, Habaek stood watching the heralders bringing the purple pear to his lips just before he took a big bite. Juice went dribbling down his lips, but he didn't care, he merely licked it off.


"Think they'll have more food then?" he asked aloud, sounding a bit hopeful. "Birthdays tend to do that."


He simply rolled with the punches, why ask questions when there was food and water to be found?

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

@[member="Tamara"]

"Do not forget miss, my friend speaks the truth, there are ways to get out of such servitude." She glanced and Vulpesen, he had offered the girl something Alexandra hadnt thought of, freedom... there was a problem though, how would that happen, they were in a foreign time, foreign place, with everything different and if they were truly in the past they needed to find a way out not stay and help slaves. "Though, if you must return to your master you should hurry, he might need your help miss." She offered her a kind smile, her eyes soft as she looked at the girl. She wished she could help her but it was not her place or time. @[member="Vulpesen"] @Ilia dur'iar

 

[Darth Carnifex]

~Main Group~

Kaine's eyes fluttered open as an exhausted sigh gasped past his cracked lips, to which he lightly ran his tongue over to temporarily cure the annoyance. Last thing he remembered was that he was in his castle on Panatha, and then... Well, he didn't exactly remember anything after that at all. That did not bode well with Kaine, and as he propped himself up into a sitting position he realized he was in a completely different place all together than he last remembered. He was still wearing the garb he had worn previously, a black cloth jerkin with a gray undershirt, a leather belt, black linen pants and a pair of black studded boots to completely the ensemble.

He rubbed his eyes as he slowly rose to his feet and stared out at the crowd that had swarmed around a single focal point, and decided that if there was a place to search for the answers rattling around his skull, the crowd was the best bet.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

-AKALA- Balaya let the words go through her head while she stood there and crossed her arms. Wakign up in the dirt had been strange but as least she had her armor and weapons. The tac-pad scanning as much as she could to get information, the dark'chyld handling its talking fit for now after the time displacement. It had put it to sleep and she remained listening scanning in the crowd for anyone who else might have been effected.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen nodded and started slipping through the crowd with the girl, he didn't care if the other's followed but he was the kind of person who would always try to help others and watch those he couldn't help at the moment. Besides, he could sense her question through the force. "Stupid question I know, but I want to know that I won't be acting a fool doing this. I can help you, let me meet your master and if I can get you out peacefully I will. If not, I'll see if there's a way I can slip you out. I assure you miss, I am no liar when I speak of these things." His words were calm and convincing, carrying the charm of a merchant and the force of a jedi. If he wanted to help her, he would need her to want his help. Still, he didn't want to over do it and thus the force was only used to increase her confidence in him.

@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"] @[member="Tamara"] @[member="Lilia Dur'iar"]

 

[Caulder Dune]

MAIN GROUP
@[member="Doc"] | @[member="Hawke Katamirth"]

"I have no intention of 'getting violent' on anyone." Tyrin replied, a bit too coldly. "I simply find this ruckus to be grating on my nerves."

This mad, cult-esque celebration was disconcerting, but moreso was the apparent year this social travesty was taking place. How in the galaxy had Gerion ended up thousands of years into the future, well past his expiration date? Were the other interlopers around him from the same point in time as him, or had they come from different eras? Different universes? The sky was the limit, evidently. What if this wasn't really happening? Some sort of astral projection of all that once was and all that shall be? These were questions that should probably be mulled over by philosophers and physicists, not embittered civil servants.

Still, Doc had a point. Although Tyrin dearly wanted to lash out at the King, he knew it was against his interests and common sense to do so. The Umbaran liked to consider himself a more restrained breed of Sith. In simpler terms, the virtually nonexistent kind. Before Tyrin could get another word out, a familiar looking woman stumbled forward, blurting out a frazzled inquiry.

"Wonderful. Another misplaced soul. We are, apparently, in the midst of a celebration surrounding the birth of Akala, son of King Oa, of the Kwa Holdings Empire, on the planet of... Dathomir, I believe they said." Gerion explained, pausing for a moment to allow that to sink in. Then he dropped the real bomb.

"Thousands of years in the past, about 100,001 BBY."

In happier times, this would have been a masterwork display of sarcasm and snark in response to an obvious question. Unfortunately, these times were anything but happy for the Umbaran.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

@[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Tamara"] @[member="Lilia Dur'iar"]

She followed Vulpesen and the slave girl closely as they walked and couldnt help herself by glance to the side as she walked, petrified for half a second by the two figures her eyes had found in a split second. @[member="Darth Vornskr"] and @[member="Darth Praelior"], the two people in all the galaxy she feared, that could harm her without even seeing her. Pulling her hood tight and robes tighter she hurried after Vulpesen, hoping that neither of the two had seen her. This place was getting worse and worse, first she finds out its the past, then she sees those two, next she knows shes getting chained.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

@[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]

Tamara paused a moment, looked at this strange man. His words were all nonsense, and yet….
“My Master is @[member="King Oa"]…and I doubt he will wish to part with me. It is dangerous to discuss such things. Come with me, there is a place near where we can talk…but I must return to my Master soon.”
Tamara was getting edgy. If she was late the punishments could be quite cruel, but something about this one made her…well…curious. It would all end in tears, she knew. No one went out of their way to help another without wanting something in return.

 

[Onrai]

Slightly elsewhere...

Half buried in the sand, an arm began to emerge from the desert-covered wasteland that Circe had found herself in. Properly plated, she wore Taung armor, the suit she had worn regressing to its previous state. The undersuit she was wearing felt more metallic, the armor clinking a bit as she slowly pulled herself out of the sand. It was hot, dry, and she needed some water quickly. "Computer, where is..." Briefly, she realized that the few automated systems in her suit no longer existed.

"Bugger. I'm stuck here." Standing up from the sand, she turned, eying the few persons who seemed to be around - particularly @[member="Tamara"] and those around her.

"Erm... excuse me... Do you know where I can find some water around here?"

 

[Meret Blackmoon]

Main Group

The evening star was dazzling as it rested under the crescent moon. Meret lit a candle and placed in eyesight. Her meditation began with slow deep breaths and a lowing humming in her ears. Her spirit lifted up and separated from her physical body. It searched and found her body in a different time and different place.

Meret held her hand up and counted her fingers. Her eyes scanned the landscape looking for something familiar. This place does not have directional signage. Meret did not recognize the cultural attire of the masses assembled in the street. “All Hail King OA!” echoed in the street. She heard something, a familiar sound. It was a comlink. Someone was trying to use the comlink. Meret stood on a sun dried clay step to see Lord Vynea playing with his comlink. Her voice would not be heard over the joyous chants of the crowd.

Meret found a nice sized rock that fit easily into the palm of her hand. She climbed back up onto the step and hummed it at Sargon. Thud! It hit him on the back of his shoulder. She borrowed a lady’s red scarf and waved it over her head hoping he would see it. Then she yelled at the top of her lungs…”DADDY BIRD.” Then she returned the ladies scarf…another adventure.
@[member="Sargon Vynea"]

 

[Moira Skaldi]

@[member="Tamara"], @[member="Vulpesen"], @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]

Moira felt like making a snide comment about how she really doubted he could walk up to the King - of an era he did not know - and peacefully persuade him to let go of his slave, his property. But then organics were naive and full of nonsense, hence why they needed to be processed.

"Then take us there," she said calmly to the girl, not caring either way about whether she got punished for not returning to her master swiftly or not. Murderous killer droid with no ethics of care programming and all that. Once upon a time she had possessed ideals and cared about all these important things, but she had already been a sociopath by the time she was processed, though at least she had always been about it.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen nodded and followed after her, keeping his face hidden under the hood of his robes. He had no idea how tight this coomunity was, and he doughted that @[member="King Oa"] would appreciate it if some man were sneaking awya with his apparently very well liked slave. Of course, the hood wasn't his only precaution as the jedi slipped in and out of the crowd, leaving the girls side for just enough time to escape suspicion. @[member="Tamara"]

 

[Orn'komad]

MAIN GROUP

Orn'komad looked around, confused. So thirsty... He reached for his flask and took a swig. He tried to take another and groaned as he realized it was empty.
The crowd was cheering, and a... king? was talking. Orn tried to listen to what he was saying. Wait, did he just say 100,000 BBY? Kark that. I must be on a spice high. Besides, it were whatever BBY, they wouldn't have heard of BBY. Nothing's happened on Yavin yet.
Proud of his mental capacity, Orn began looking around the crowd. Sometimes he could find someone he knew in a spice trip, and could take out grievances on them. It was surprisingly therapeutic. For now, though, he figured he may as well go along with whatever ceremony was happening. This King Oh-a or whatever seemed decent enough, and it would give everyone in the real world something amusing to watch.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra stayed with @[member="Vulpesen"], something wasnt right and they were here for a reason, she didnt like the fact of who had also shown up as well nor the fact that the timeperiod they were in made no sense but she would need to play along for now. Her feet brought her next to Vulpesen as they walked and he had separated from the slave girl. "Whats your thoughts on this whole thing? Any idea what could have brought us here with no memory of such happening?" Her eyes found @[member="Moira Skaldi"] who had been with them, a simple nod to the 'woman' following her eye contact with her. Now all she need do is get to the place at the slave girl @[member="Tamara"] was leading them too.

 

[Kaiden Rohn]

@[member="Gerion Ardik"] @[member="Hawke Katamirth"]


"We don't need the sarcasm old man."Doc said bitterly, turning to face the Captain. Rank, didn't matter here now, and it didn't really matter to Doc in the first place. Doc stared at her for a while, then King Oa, then Hawke, then Tyrin, then Hawke, then the sand, then Hawke again, and then Tyrin again before he stared back at Hawke, and spoke after a very awkward and uncomfortable moment.

"Basically, we're screwed for the time being...so...I vote we party with the rest of these Kwa Empire weirdos....but...there's something that's bothering me.."He glanced around, looking at the people. He was wearing Republic commando armor, there was a few more off-worlder garments. Jedi robes, an officer's uniform. He turned back to his new Umbaran friend.


"How come nobody here is weary of us?"

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"] @[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Moira Skaldi"]

Tamara led her companions to a small stone structure currently abandoned, but which had once stored some sort of fodder.
She looked warily at the three strangers.
“Master…the King…will not set me free. If you try to confront him he will have you destroyed. I must go, I am already late, and I have had much of my products stolen,” she said bitterly.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

"I think you underestimate us miss, i can assure you our abilities are far ahead of this Kings, you shouldnt worry about that sort of things." Alexandra was confused at the whole situation but if she was right they are over one hundred thousand years in the past, surely in a world so far back even a few lowly trained force users are stronger than anyone on this planet. "After all, look at what i can do and my friend here can as well." She focused on a basketball sized rock and closed her eyes to make it rise in the air before smiling at the slave girl. @[member="Tamara"] @[member="Vulpesen"]