Act I: Sands of Time

[Tefka]

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CHAPTER 2: You've got a friend in me.​

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One moment, the King of the Kwa Holdings Empire was about to explain what he knew of what was happening.​

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You've gathered, for the most part, a few facts for yourselves.​

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1. You're on Dathomir.​

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2. You're dealing with the Kwa Empire.​

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3. It's 100,000 BBY.​

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4. Things seem off. Mistakes are being made, for example - the battle of Yavin hasn't happened yet, but King Oa specifically mentioned it.​

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Sadly, just as you seem to be getting somewhere, you blink...​

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And when you next open your eyes, you're no longer at the parade.​

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You're no longer in the city limits.​

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You're standing in the middle of a desert, with only the Main Group of companions who time traveled here with you to keep you company. Nothing but rolling sand for what seems like miles...​

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Yet, on the horizon, you spot a river, and your mouth seems a bit parched...​

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra looked around again and stared at the expanse of desert and sand stretching out for miles in all directions as she stood there, familiar people came to her view, that of @[member="Vulpesen"] and @[member="Lilia Dur'iar"], as well as the others such as @[member="Simone"] and so on. So many faces and she stood now to pull her hood back up around her face and go near the pair that she had been near last time, her robes and hood tight around her features before she looked at Vulpesen. "Again it seems that what ever is going on is occurring seemingly randomly."

 

[Drifter]

MAIN GROUP
@Simone | @Assader Ilrast | @Habaek | @Simonehttp://starwarsrp.net/user/3126-simone/

Blink.

Habaek's eyes rotated to the left, then the right. He saw nothing but a mass of sand dunes instead of the city they'd been in. Slowly his eyes fell to the water bladder he'd just a moment earlier, pressed against Pink Lady's hands.

He immediately took the water bladder back with a sheepish grin.

 

[Caulder Dune]

MAIN GROUP

@[member="Darth Vornskr"]

A hand on his shoulder. Tyrin whirled around, prepared to slap an impudent peasant that had the brainless gall to lay hands on him. That voice, however, rang a very specific bell. Zambrano was here too, it seemed, in elaborate disguise. Good for him. If Tyrin had such capabilities, he would have done the same. However, he didn't, and instead opted to just let the dark side take its natural course and make him look older than he really was. Such was the price of ultimate power.

"The imbecilic kind." Tyrin said, eyes narrowed in a half-glare, as if some token effort were being made to stay 'in character.' There was recognition in his eyes, however. "We're thousands of years in the past, following a 'King' around an ancient city on Dathomir. He also dates things in anachronisms."

The King was speaking up again, prompting Tyrin to redirect his attention. He shrugged Kaine's hand away, now fully intent on yelling more directly at the King. Now the rest of the misplace were starting to foam around the monarch as he led them up the palace's steps, a storm picking up as he went. The pink woman was yelling, perhaps in need of a sudden strangling if anything were to get done. Why was it always the women who went into hysterics first? It was hard for an Umbaran like Tyrin to not be sexist in a galaxy where shrill women were shrieking at every odd and end. It drove him mad.

"You insolent whelp! Stop wasting our time!" Tyrin hissed at Oa, who was making empty inquiries to which no one had the answer to. The King knew that very well, but he insisted on wasting oxygen anyway. "Explain plainly what is transpiring here, or I shall vaporize your sorry, lowborn-"

And then Tyrin was no longer before the King, but in a vast desert, staring down a far off river. Tyrin took a moment- several to be precise -before coming to terms with this sudden shift.

"Bollocks."

 

[Simone]

Main group

Simone had the overwhelming desire to hit @[member="Habaek"] she looked down at her now empty hand and then she sat on the floor, more frustrated than she had been before, face like that of a petulant teenager. They'd been so close, so very close and then the answers she could have had were ripped away from them. Someone was pointing and laughing at them, playing games with them. She closed her eyes for a minute ignoring the rising hum of the group around her as they realised they'd been jumped again.

Her eyes snapped open and she scrambled to her feet again. "How could he possibly know that?" she asked aloud. "A hundred thousand years ago the Battle of Yavin hadn't happened. It was such a huge point in history that we based time measurement around it. Now, I know Force Users can see things, predict things but the future is always in motion so there is no way he could no that and you..." she stopped, looking at Habaek. She snatched the water bladder back. "Who are you? You know everything of this time, so I assumed you were just someone that belonged but you've moved with us. Why?"

 

[Darth Carnifex]

~Main Group~

Well then... That sure was a smack to the mind. As Tyrin shrugged Kaine's hand free, his mind wandered to speculate on what he had just learned. So, the Dark Lord was thousands of years in the past, on ancient Dathomir no less, and at the mercy of some King of this world. None of it sat well within Kaine, but before he could further ponder on such rammification the scene shifted once again to what appeared to be an endless desert. Kaine slowly glanced around, noticing many others who had been tossed into this world along with Kaine and Tyrin. "I do not appreciate being toyed with, what madness has put us here..." He said to no one in particular, but no doubt anyone near would have heard him.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

@[member="Darth Vornskr"] @[member="Simone"] @[member="Gerion Ardik"] @[member="Habaek"] @[member="Vulpesen"] @lilia Dur-iar

Alexandra nodded and spoke, not realizing who had said she was responding too so openly. "That is very true something is indeed highly wrong, if we were in 100000 BBY, as the king said, such a time stamp would not have been used, someone is toying with all of us at once and for no apparent reason and will not show themselves. Furthermore they are changing history and that could end horribly... theres also another possibility, think about the fact that we were a hundred thousand years behind the current stardate... and they were speaking Galactic basic exactly like how we are right now. This is either a highly altered past, or none of this is actually occurring and something has us in a mass delusion."

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

Perhaps it was some sort of morphic resonance, or perhaps because she had thrown enough fruit to count as a stranger, or perhaps it was simply for reasons of Force plot, but Tamara found herself in the middle of the desert with the odd people.
Sinking to her knees she covered her face. “This is truly the dread realm of Illyria, and I am being punished for my sins, I know it. For no twist of life could be this terrible,” she said.
@[member="Moira Skaldi"] @[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Simone"] @[member="Habaek"]

 

[Drifter]

MAIN GROUP
@Simone | @Assader Ilrast | @Habaek | @[member="Jaxton Ravos"] | @[member="Tamara"]

Habaek gave a forlorn expression as the pink lady ripped the water bladder from his hands, causing him to jerk his own fingers away for fear the pink lady would rip them out too.

He held his arms close to his chest, almost defensively, as the woman continued on with her theatrics, one hand palm out attempting to silently placate her, as if to say 'keep it!'

He even attempted to pat her on top of the head, like you would a child to calm them down. That was probably not the best of ideas. Especially after she went on a barrage of questions, which only made his head hurt.

"Dedededededededddtchh!!" he said in an attempt to get her to quiet down, "Indoor voice... yes..."

But he didn't answer her questions.

 

[Talos Rygat]

MAIN GROUP

Talos awoke to to the sound of his Echoes yelling for him to rise. He lay on the ground, in what looked like a stable. He felt no breeze, but burning heat. Beneath his wraps, he could feel sweat beading up. He came to his feet, weary and sore, but everything functions as normal. He looked about to notice a world he'd never seen with people who he thought only existed in the history books. Dressed in black, Talos was an obvious spot in the sea of brown and tan. He felt the eyes of the others descend upon him and his Echoes, who were fluttering about him, calling his name to keep him standing.

Talos...Stand tall for Us...Find out where We are...

I'm fine, We are fine. We are somewhere unknown.
@[member="Young Akala"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen gave @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"] a glance as he rested back against a wall, keeping within the shadows. "You're right. There are MANY things wrong with this. But, its our job to discover just what those things are. Now then, lets get back to w-" He had blinked. Next thing he knew, he was falling into the sand as his wall was suddenly gone. "Son of sch- Oi, where are we?" He looked around the desert, spotting the lake, but little else other than people. "Oh, that's right, nowhere."

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

@[member="Tamara"] @[member="Vulpesen"]

Alexandra saw the slave girl there with them now again, only she seemed to be in the same situation as them, why was she here, this wasnt right, they had taken someone from the past with them in this venture and now the girl was hysterical. Alexandra walked over and knelt down looking at her. "Hey, calm down, its ok miss. What is Illyria and why is it the Dread Realm?"

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Moments ticked away as Sargon followed the crowd with his fellow Council members, it seems the universe had decided to give him a leg to stand on after all. Smiling the Zabrak nodded to the couple as waved his hand towards the city, "So I don't suppose anyone has a guess to hazard as to there where we are? No holonet, no comlinks, no well anything. Anyone seen Dissero and his otherspace engine, only guess I was willing to hazard, but I'm pretty sure it doesn't work quite like this."

@[member="Lucien Cordel"]
@[member="Meret Blackmoon"]

 

[Simone]

@Vulpesen @Simone @Habaek @[member="Jaxton Ravos"] @[member="Tamara"]
Simone's eyes widened, her hand flashing up to swat @[member="Habaek"]'s away as he moved to pat her, palm connecting with the flesh of his forearm with and audible smack!
Then she proceeded to hit him wherever she could, with her one free hand. "Answer. My. Bloody. Question." she growled through gritted teeth, uttering a word with ever smack she landed.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

@[member="Simone"] @[member="Habaek"] @[member="Tamara"] @[member="Vulpesen"] @Assader Ilrast

Jaxton winced as the painful sound of a woman's slap pierced through the air. A sarcastic part of him wanted to take her water bladder and allow her two hands with which to beat the man. A merciful part wished to defend him from the raging reporter, while the smarter part of him realized that Simone likely wouldn't do any serious damage to the man. "I'd recommend answering her question." Jaxton said to the man with a watchful eye. He'd interfere if things got dangerous, but for now it was probably best to just roll with it.

 

[Tefka]

Chapter 2​

Not far from the Main Group​

A little girls giggle echoed through the sea of dunes. A roughshod sled, made of palm leaves, bounced over one of the hills leaving a trail of sand in it's wake.

"Faster, faster!" the little girl yelled in delight.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

@[member="Young Akala"] @[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Tamara"]

ALexandra's head shot up and her eyes found their way to the sound, seeing the small girl bounding through the air on the sled and leaving a trail of sand in her wake, Alexandra though remained kneeling and just watched with her body still facing Tamara and her question about what Illyria was still hanging in the air.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"] @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

“Illyria is the dread mistress of hell who sits atop a throne of the bones of the wicked,” Tamara mumbled indistinctly.

The sound of the little girl made Tamara look up, and her eyes widened. She blinked. “Wh-who is that?”

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen's eyes snapped over the dune's to see a girl as she dashed through the sand. "My guess is she's Akala." His conclusion came from several things. One, this crazy warping seemed to follow her. Two, he had been warped once, why not twice? And, both warps had taken him through time. Three, A girl with a sled while everyone was stuck on foot, it screamed royalty. Placing a hand on @[member="Tamara"]'s shoulder, Vulpesen grinned. "No need to worry about that king anymore. You are now a time traveler."

@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]

 

[Moira Skaldi]

Main Group

@[member="Jorus Merrill"], @[member="Rosa Mazhar"], @[member="Tamara"], @others

Moira gazed across the vast desert she suddenly found herself in, eyeing a river up ahead. Being a droid she could not feel thirst, though she was designed to be able to consume liquids in order to blend in. "Before you ask, yes, we were really in that city previously and now clearly got teleported again. Our cosmic, thundering overlord with a great ego seems intent on showing us ancient Dathomir," she said very, very dryly as she noticed as she beheld her two companions.

As for Illyria, in Eldorai mythology she was the Goddess of Death, though worship of her was clearly not limited to the elves since she was known on Moira's homeworld as well. As the Goddess of Destruction who ripped Leviathan, the Great Serpent, the Betrayer, in half at the battle of Gehenna - yes, the same planet where our intrepid heroes the genocidal HRD and the Lord of the Hyperlanes fought the vile Bando Gora during Kerrigan's exterminatus - and tossed him into the abyss.

"Who cleaved the multi-headed beast Leviathan in half on Gehenna and used half his body for her throne and cast the rest into the Pit. When the stars are right she rises to administer punishment and purge the wicked in a bloody shower of violence," Moira decided to speak up when the girl Tamara elaborated. Clearly the two could spend some time swapping mythology stories. "Great and terrible is she in her majestic tyranny."

Illyria was, to be honest, the sort of goddess Moira would like!

Eyes turned as she heard a little girl giggling around and then she looked at Jorus and Rosa. "Given how an unknown but dramatic voice is chanting about destiny and we are being warped around, reasonable supposition is we have found...Akala." Would they get to witness her first kiss as well? Hopefully not. All that lovey-dovey stuff at Omega had been enough!