Act I: Sands of Time

[Jorus Merrill]

@[member="Moira Skaldi"]

"Time? Feth. I hate time. I thought I heard His Blueness rambling about something to that effect, but I just thought I was outta q-tips." He offered Moira a dipper of water, then thought better of it, shrugged, and drank it himself. "One thing's for sure. Last I knew I was with my kid. There's not a time dilator in the business that can keep me away from my kid. So yeah. Count me the feth in. And the shotgun too."

 

[Moira Skaldi]

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

"Good it will be useful. We should have targets soon," Moira spoke conversationally it was probably her most 'normal' human tone. It had been a while since the last time she committed regicide.

 

[Jarik de Celanon]

100,001 BBY? He looked up from the crowds, more and more people peculiarly dressed, much like himself. Were they all from the same time as he was? But more curious than that, the use of the term BBY was unprecedented. These people would not have been using that calendar. It was confusing, but so was much of this experience, and so he would not question it overly so just yet. At the moment he had to gauge where precisely he was. He had a year at least. Whatever brought him here, every one here from the looks of it, was likely connected to the Force. It always was. Then a voice, faintly at first, but picked up as he concentrated. A woman talking to herself it seemed. "Wouldn't happen to have a time travelling device, would you?" Approaching her now, he rolled the sleeves of his doctor coat up, not entirely sure why other than the fact that he suspected this would not be an entirely smooth venture back.

@[member="Ayumi Pallopides"]

 

[Tefka]

@[member="Moira Skaldi"]

"Time? Feth. I hate time. I thought I heard His Blueness rambling about something to that effect, but I just thought I was outta q-tips." He offered Moira a dipper of water, then thought better of it, shrugged, and drank it himself. "One thing's for sure. Last I knew I was with my kid. There's not a time dilator in the business that can keep me away from my kid. So yeah. Count me the feth in. And the shotgun too."

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

"Good it will be useful. We should have targets soon," Moira spoke conversationally it was probably her most 'normal' human tone. It had been a while since the last time she committed regicide.

The two would blink. One moment they were talking, disrupted in the flow of time amid a parade on Dathomir - now, an empty white room.

"YOU WILL PLAY THE ROLES DESTINY HAS GIVEN YOU,"

An earth-shattering voice rang out, deafening and terrible to behold.

In an instant, they found themselves back amid the parade, confused as to what actually just happened.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

@[member="Moira Skaldi"]

Booming voice. White room. What the feth. Jorus hefted the gun.

"Moira...you're an HRD. Play back our bit of destiny an' tell me what you saw. I want to know for fething sure if we just got time-jumped, space-jumped, or just perception-jumped before I start shooting things."

 

[Fasalin]

MAIN GROUP

(OOC: Assuming I can still join...)

Assadar blinked. The first thing that he registered was that he certainly not where he was supposed to be. The second thing was the heat--heat that could mean one of two things--he was either in hell, or on Tantooine.

He looked around. He was standing in the middle of a bustling street. Humans were hurrying around him as a dry wind blew while the sun beat down relentlessly on their skin. There was something distinctly un-Tantooinish about the place though, all the same. The buildings, for example, were all made of stone. Besides that, as far as he could see, nobody was being shot within a fifty meter radius of the Sith--certainly a gaping hole in the "Tantooine" argument. So what the hell was this place, and what the hell was he doing here?

 

[Moira Skaldi]

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

Moira paused for a short moment as she recollected what had just happened. It had been so brutally short, overwhelmning in a way, that even an HRD had to process it. "White room, devoid of furniture or life. Am unable to verify whether life forms were present beyond the room. Overdramatic voice speaking," Moira replied emotionlessly, then recited what the voice had said 'You will play the roles destiny has given you', perfectly mimicking the unknown voice down to the slightest detail, though thankfully she made it less earth-shattering, which presumably was good for Jorus' ears, but otherwise an exact replication.

"If we can be jumped 100,000 into the past, instant teleportation is nothing out of the ordinary. More processing power must be devoted to analysing this phenomena when I can," she said randomly, which she did sometimes as she cocked her head to the side thoughtfully. "The owner of the voice was overdramatically annoying. We should find and kill them." No, Moira was not a troll at all.

 

[Tefka]

"The owner of the voice was overdramatically annoying. We should find and kill them." No, Moira was not a troll at all.

Lightning blasted in the distance beyond the city of Luminoth.

Thunder followed.

 

[Tefka]

Lightning blasted in the distance beyond the city of Luminoth.

Thunder followed.

"Looks like we best head indoors... Head for shelter, everyone" the King spoke, departing from the crowd. "I suggest you all," he said to those confused lot that he had met and said they had been from the future. "Follow me."

 

[Jorus Merrill]

@[member="Moira Skaldi"]

The lightning and the thunder -- "Now that," said Jorus, watching the King lead everyone indoors, "is suspicious timing. Apparently this universe can be...poked. I'm not goin' so far as to say this ain't real, but..."

He rested his shotgun on his shoulder and scratched his chin. "Let's see. Destiny wants us to go inside and be good...what? Crowd members? Destiny cares what faces are in a crowd? There's gotta be somethin' coming, somethin' big. An' if you or I are involved enough to rip us outta our lives, in time or space or mind or somethin', well, there's not many reasons anyone would need us. 'Cept for two.

"Number one, somethin' here needs killing.

"Number two, somethin' elsewhere needs killing, and we're stuck here to keep us from killing it."

 

[Moira Skaldi]

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

"If I was designed for superstition I would say the wrath of the gods is being called down. I would prefer to face Illyria over Samael. He was such a crybaby with daddy issues and would spend the whole fight yammering," Moira said conversationally. Was she actually taking any of this seriously? Why, yes. After all, the universe and the powers that be were getting riled up enough to send lightning and thunder down.

She did not like lightning. After all, it tended to go badly for her when struck by it. She tilted her head slightly as Jorus spoke, then nodded. "Reasonable conclusions both. Second option is moot because presently we do not have the ability to leave this era. Leaves us with beating the answers out of someone who has them and messing with 'destiny' through violence." Her eyes followed the King as he led the others indoors. "Like His Majesty," she said quietly.

 

[Vaudin Miir]

MAIN GROUP

"What the feth is going on here?" Vaudin asked himself out loud. He had not been rhis confused since that night three weeks ago with the Falleen twins in that club that shall remain nameless.

He grinned for a moment before he began to look for a familiar face.

 

[K'Dan La'Roi]

Main Group

The light had burnt into his eyes with force he had to simply close them, and listen. At first he heard cheering, the sounds of a celebration. Then the announcement of a child's birth, Omni bless her tiny heart, a princess no less. And then, far away, thunder.


Opening his eyes, using one hand as a shade, K'Dan looked around him. The hustle and bustle of a desert land. It certainly wasn't his home on Coruscant, but he was probably among the least surprised of those who had arrived here. Let the hands of Omni guide your fate, after all. The first thing he did, however, was check to see if his blaster sniper rifle was still equipped onto his back, his memento from the Rebellion. He quickly spotted a group gathering near a regal looking figure, and as they began to follow him, the loyal follower of Omni dashed off after them, quickly catching up as they were not far away from where he had...arrived, just in time to hear the most important information. King Oa, time travel and...he was in the past. Long before the birth of Omni....


A weird look went across his face. Not of fear, but... Hope.


At the rear of the group in seconds, he slipped past the stragglers towards the front of the group, where @[member="King Oa"] was beginning to walk away. Speaking up, a calm tone of voice issued from his lips.


"Greetings, King Oa. While my companions speak of the future and of goals to return home, I wish to hear what you offer us if we wished to stay. Truly the powers of your people are strong, to not dismiss our claims at first glance, and if there are ways we may aid you, speak, for as Omni says, the path of knowledge is the first goal to understanding."

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

Tamara also did not like thunder, thus she graciously accepted the invitation to head inside when it seemed the Gods were angry. Ah yes, the Gods. How things might one day change.
Heading inside, she was on the lookout so she could at least try and avoid @[member="Kiskla Grayson"], @[member="Vulpesen"] and @[member="Moira Skaldi"]. Those strangers did not bode well....

 

[Drifter]

THE MAIN GROUP


Still chomping down on his pear, Habaek gave a shrug, his sandals lifting a small cloud of dust as he meandered on in with the rest of the crowd for some shelter. That's when he saw @[member="Tamara"] again.

To which he promptly began following her.

Of course, after hearing the cue. "All hail King OA!"

 

[Satara Hawk]

~ MAIN GROUP

So many people, so much yelling. But there was one thing, her mismatched eyes suddenly registered. A figure moved through the crowd, carrying a heavy basket. Satara's gaze had wandered off from her than returned once the girl had registered in her mind, though she appeared younger. And her clothes matched that of others here here. "Tamara...", the Witch merely whispered and slowly began to move towards her but she stopped when the girl's attention was taken by one male. And then someone else. Satara paused at first but then decided move towards to her anyway. Perhaps she would know what was going on here.

But the Dathomiri stood dead in her tracks when she heard Tamara's words not to fair. We are on Dathomir... That stopped her her dead in her tracks. This? Dathomir? That was impossible.

She realized then everything had one quiet and eyes seemed to be focused above. Satara followed their gaze and saw the man on the stage. "ALL HAIL THE BIRTH OF THE PRINCESS," the voice came through, but not from the man. Princess? Birth of a Princess? What Princess? The man spoke then of a name.

On this day, 100,001 BBY, the third cycle of the moons... 100,001 in the past? Third cycle of the moon? This couldn't be possible. For all her years, Satara just stood there, shaking her head. That wasn't possible. ...the heir to the throne of the Kwa Holdings Empire - ...AKALA! Satara felt herself move backwards, slightly losing balance. Kwa... kwa... Kwa were gone. There was only one rumer holding in there, of the Nightsisters slaughtered by one, but those were stories. The Kwa were but a story.

Satara took another look around. Stories, legends, myths... not reality. "This can't be possible," the Witch muttered to herself, her gaze lowering.

The sound of the thunder made her turn her head towards it. Thunder. Her attention returned towards the crowd and noted them moving forward. There was nothing else she could do right now so she followed along with everyone.

 

[Simone]

Main Group
@[member="Tamara"] @[member="King Oa"] @[member="Jaxton Ravos"]

"I...I think I'm gonna be sick." Simone groaned. Time travel, a dathomir with a king, a dramatic and powerful voice and a storm. A hand clutched at Jaxton's arm to steady herself as she tried to piece together what the girl had said, couple with the words of her master.

The girl.

She was reminded, of Coruscant, of a speeder blowing up and of a woman that urged her to find courage. "Tamara!" she yelled, the name coming to her in an instant. "Feth, thats Tamara." she shook Jaxton's arm "I know her, we met on Coruscant." she tugged at her fellow Zeltron's arm urging him to follow her as the King offered shelter. She darted between people, ignoring the stares that came her way, clearly her being pink wasn't going to help her be incognito so why bother trying.

"Tamara." she hissed at the girl as she got closer.

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Main Group
@[member="Jorus Merrill"] @[member="Moira Skaldi"]

"It's a flow walk." she appeared behind the HRD and pilot "Least that's the closest thing I can relate it to." She seemed incredibly calm considering the situation they were in. "A lot of people here that don't belong, they stand out. Whoever or whatever is controlling this has plucked our minds away from whatever we were doing and wants us to see this. If it can pull peoples minds from the four corners of the galaxy and bring them together like this your shotgun isn't going to be much use." She offered them both a smile.

"So how about we don't do something dumb and we find out whatever IT wants us to find out, in a way that doesn't involve us blowing up an ancient Dathomir. What do you guys know about Kwa?"

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

@[member="Simone"] @[member="Habaek"]
Tamara wanted to go and hide somewhere to end this nightmare. People were chasing her, all these people who knew her, were stealing from her, trying to emancipate her. It was too much...far too much, and she had reached the end.
Turning to the pink creature she trembled slightly. "I do not know who you are, Mistress. I do not know who any of you are! Leave me alone!"

And finally she shuddered to a halt in front of the fruit stealer. "And...you. You are an evil man!" she said, storming off, but not before she pitched a pear right at his head!

 

[Drifter]

MAIN GROUP - @Simone @Habaek @[member="Tamara"]

While his reflexes were pretty good, it didn't stop him from getting smacked on the side of the head with a pear. His eyes grew wide and just as he was about to duck, it went splat near his temple.

Thankfully the wild fro like locks of his mop managed to cushion the bulk of the damage. None the less, this didn't stop his dramatics.

"OI!" he gave a yelp out, squinting his slanted eyes over to the slave's direction, managing to catch the pear as it fell with his free hand. A quick glance and a shrug suggested that he was happy to have more fruit, but the confused glower at @[member="Tamara"] 's direction didn't fade.

"Who you callin' evil?!" he shouted after her, rubbing his head with his free hand, giving a wince. "Tch.. wench has an arm on her." he muttered.

And kept following her anyways.