Am I Dreaming? [Primeval dominion of Sernpidal]

[Laguz Vald]

No response. How rude.

Laguz frowned at the kneeling girl as xe came to a stop a few paces away, brow furrowing while xe listened to her speaking with empty air. If there was any doubt before about what sort of machinations they'd been caught in, now it was made completely clear.

Fething illusions, the shifter sighed inwardly, rolling xir eyes as the woman before xem stood once more. In her vivid orbs there was a peculiar sort of look — one that Laguz could recognize in xir sleep after seeing it reflected so many times in a mirror — and the shifter couldn't allow that ill intent come to fruition. Not when they were neck-deep in Sith magic and Force knows what else.

The frown persisted even as xe followed the woman with a sigh, keeping at a safe distance in case the lady pulled something weird. You could never be too sure with these types of things, and the Sith who made these spooky artifacts just to kark with some unfortunate explorer thousands of years later were clearly devoted and cruel enough to plan something evil and scary. Man, that was some determination, to pour your own blood and sweat and effort into an artifact just for the evulz a few millennia down the line.

This was all such a bother, but Laguz couldn't do jack chit against the Force on xir own, and so needed at least one space magician to drag their collective asses out of this gods-damned mess.

"Yeah, yeah, the adversary, whoo," the shifter drawled with faux enthusiasm as xe finally caught up with the girl, placing a firm hand upon her shoulder. Xe poked her in the cheek with an extended index digit, squinting warily to see how she would respond.

"Now let's get outta here, chicka."


[member="Perla Pirjo"]

 

[Boethiah]

Anja remained at peace with the idea of sitting upon her pleasant throne. To be the pride of all. Surrounded by her people -- the people she left behind; to be looked at with fervor. There were so many thoughts, so many emotions, yet it all lingered on no longer wishing for anything more.

"You should rest, come..." Her father reached out with a warm hand, offering to lead her away.

For a moment the witch felt tired. It seemed like the best thing to do would be to just lay down and forget that anything existed at all, to close her eyes for eternity. Then something inside her snapped. She felt like she just woke up. "I'm not tired." She looked up and into her father's shallow eyes.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, "You're just eager, Anja. This will all be here when you wake up." He sighed. "Now come." His hand went to grab Anja's arm.

"No, I'm... Maybe you're right." She felt her opposite hand go to reach over his but rather than removing it she found comfort in holding it. This all felt right, maybe she did need sleep after all. There has been so much. So much fighting, so much war, so much death, so much victory. There are many accomplishments to gloat but one thing she had lacked throughout all of it was proper rest. No longer with any duties or enemies, what did she stay up for? Perhaps she didn't need to wake up ever again...

"Let us go. We shouldn't linger here too much longer, it's not fit for a Goddess to be in the presence of those lesser." He pulled her up from her seat.

There was no resistance. Anja lifted up from the chair just as he wished and the two began to walk through a long and narrow hall without any end.

A subtle feeling briefly overcame her... She could've sworn someone was calling out to her. Little did the witch know that she was unconscious and the faint voice she heard was [member="Bestala Vizsla"] trying to contact the ground team.

[member="Tyro'din"] | [member="Ceska Starshield"] | [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] | [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Perla Pirjo"] | [member="Lucullus Lacar"] | [member="Kitsune"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Perla felt that presence again, the same one that she had sensed in Mother Zivka's darkened hutt. But this time there was a physical pressure on her shoulder and even her face. She batted the Laguz's hand away suddenly.

"Who's there?" she asked, all at once breaking into the proverbial fourth wall of the space that the Shi'ido inhabited. She still couldn't completely see the shape shifter but she could feel her grip and finally hear her words. "Who's this chica?" she asked. "Is she a Daughter of Allya?"

But perhaps she should be nicer to this ghoul or ghost or whatever had approached her. Maybe the presence was a spirit guide to help her with the task given to her by Mother Zivka. She held out her hands in front of her like a blindwoman searching for a face to grab hold of and said, "Dear Spirit, are you going to help me find the Sanguine Trail?"

[member="Laguz Vald"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

~The Broken Spires of Exocron~​

[1/20]​

[member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Perla Pirjo"] | [member="[/FONT][FONT='trebuchet ms']Anja Aj'Rou"]​

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How many years had it been since he had last seen the majestic spires of his homeworld? How long ago had he last walked amidst his brethren and sat on his throne? Years. Plural, and yet it felt as if it was only yesterday that he had last sat at judgment and condemned his dearest brother to death. But it felt wrong somehow, a victory, he had won and crushed the pretender’s armies. As his feet took him towards the throne room, steps echoing against the empty halls and corrupted walls, Hoath was getting the feeling that something was wrong.

So wrong.

Gates rose up before him, golden with the iridescent shine of the gemstones- they had mined them deep from within the mountains, their mountains. Oh the fights, the wars fought over those mountains and in the end they had won.

The fields had run in blood and the Crusade had been halted at Dum’s Pass. He placed his hand on the golden door, passage to the throne room, and the touch sent shivers up and down his spine. A blink and suddenly the door disappeared, only to return a blink later.

A push and the doors slammed open, strange… he hadn’t applied so much force to it. But all doubts and qualms disappeared as his eyes noticed the two little boys standing next to the throne and his wife’s smile radiating, warming him.

No, this is so right.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Sernpidal.​

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The world held great meaning for Artemis, its roots growing deep into the ancestral history of his people. It was the first world that the might of the Yuuzhan Vong had truly been shown, the first world they had taken.

Even better, the Dread Lord had been there, serving as a Prefect in the Praelitorian Army of the Supreme Overlord.

Having touched down weeks earlier, the Yuuzhan Vong had spoken to many of the rogue elements of his people still on the planet... his goal was to solidify this planet as a base of operations, the first within the Galaxy. He had built an Obelisk here, centuries ago, but the thing was old and rotting in the ground... returning to the elements of a battered and broken world. As the newly awakened Al'Khattazz had become accustomed to his new body, he had taken to the time and patience to slowly walk this world and take in it's many wonders.

His red hide shown in the grand light. To show his prowess and his strength, the Dread Lord had chosen not to adorn his usual mantle nor his clothing, opting to walk bareskinned with only a set of trousers to cover his more... explicit areas.

That's when he noticed the invasion of the Primeval. It wasn't much, just an expeditionary crew. This complicates matters, he thought. Tsavong scratched at the back of his mind. Quiet.

His red skin shimmered, and Artemis journeyed closer to the dig site of the Primeval.

A temple... they found something here.

The Dread Lord saw no resistance, no perched watches, and after a few hours of circling the perimeter, found nothing that would bar his entrance to the Temple. He slowly proceeded, an amphistaff slithering up his tattooed crimson haunches and onto his shoulder, hissing. Artemis proceeded forward, entering the temple.

What he saw was... a strange sight. Several unconscious people lay on the ground around... an object. Artemis's red eyes widened, his red skin shimmered with static discharges, and he began to take a step back. No!

ZAP.​

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The Dread Lord stood in an open field, fog rolling down towards him in droves. He looked around, self-aware. This was a dreamscape, a curse. The object clearly had ties to the Force, and had managed to find the symbiotic link holding his consciousness to the body of Tsavong as one.

His hands reached towards the sky, his massive maw opening to roar in rage. He was trapped, likely as the others had been, in this nightmare... perhaps for eternity.

* * *​

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Tsavong stood amid the unconscious bodies, smiling, his mind now fully in control of his body... but what had he become?​

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His extraneous limbs were gone, his tail missing. His skin was shimmering red, and his tattooes... had changed.​

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Tsavong looked down at all those unconscious on the floor.​

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He smiled, once more fully in control.​

 

[Armand Temi]

And just like that, the spirit was gone. Perla heard no more whispers of “chica” and no more feathered touches on her shoulder from ghostly hands. The Dathomir witch turned away and focused on her assignment which was to find this Sanguine Trail. She was a good tracker and knew all of the trails which lead in and out of the Great Canyon Clan enclave. But she was unfamiliar with this specific pathway.

Perla searched the outskirts of the enclave looking for clues and eventually made her way to the entrance of the canyon. Nearly imperceptible at first, she spied a mark on the ground. Upon further inspection, Perla realized she was looking at a pair of bloody footprints. And then another. And another. They were slowly appearing, fading in to life as though painted on with an invisible brush. A staunch warrior, Perla rarely felt fear but the footprints combined with the warning from Mother Zivka about facing an old adversary, made her palms sweat and her heart race. The witch finally knew who this adversary was and the thought of facing her… it… this thing again, terrified her beyond her imagination.

[member="Laguz Vald"]

 

[Boethiah]

Anja continued to wander down the endless hall, totally unaware that the appearance of her father had utterly disappeared. She couldn't even remember that he had been with her only that she wanted to sleep for a very long time. She was tired after all... Having been slave to wills beyond her comprehension, unknowingly a pawn in someone elses grand game. But to be the prophetic leader of Gods and heroes -- that was her dream; her vision. Now it was complete and she had succeeded. Without rest she conquered, without sleep she led.
It was time to put an end to the troublesome times and allow peace to flourish.

Finally the endless halls suddenly grew an end. As her pathway curved around it lead towards a small door which opened and revealed a small private chamber with a bed, a wardrobe, and a nightstand. It was very simple but oh did the bed look like heaven's own, begging her to lie down in its comfort. She grew weaker at the knees and her head became light as she sat down onto the soft fabric and allowed herself to fall backwards.

Beginning to close her eyes she couldn't help but feel at peace... Yet something was missing, keeping her from closing them entirely. Until she realized what it was she needed to have she could not sleep.

What was it?

[member="Tsavong Kraal"] | [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Perla Pirjo"] | [member="Serock Hoath"] | [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] | [member="Kiber Dorn"] (get in here) | [member="Lucullus Lacar"] | [member="Bestala Vizsla"]

 

[Dara Gola]

Everything felt wrong, she blinked and looked around. Everything was completely wrong.

She was in a meditation room she knew that she hadn't been in in a long time. She hadn't been on Ossus since she was 14, and yet here she was. She stood and the weight of her clothing made her look down. she had simple yet ornate robes on, the craftsmanship was second to none. The intricate designs were woven into the fabric and she could see the precious metals that were inlaid into the material. She frowned, she had never ever seen anything so ornate, yet alone wore something so well crafted.

She blinked a few more times, hoping that it would make more sense, every time she opened her eyes, it was the same. The walls were the same, the robes were the same, even the air felt calm and cool. She heard someone behind her, felt them entering the room and as she turned she frowned. There standing at the threshold of the room was a jedi youngling.

" Grandmaster Gola, the class is waiting for you." The small Ithorian youngling said.

Dara shook her head and frowned deeply, this isn't right, nothing about this is right. She sighed heavily, " Who are you and how did I end up here?"

" My name is Martan, I'm part of your youngling class. You are grandmaster Dara Gola, leader of the Jedi order." The youngling responded without missing a beat.

The shock on Dara's face was visible, everything was wrong and she knew it. She moved forward quickly and pushed past the small ithorian, into the hallway. It was Ossus, down to the statues on the wall. Panic pushed it's way into her mind, into her heart. She had betrayed the Jedi order, she was cast out and exiled. She wasn't a Jedi, she served the Host lord. Her pace quickened until she was sprinting through the hallway, she needed to figure this out, needed to find an answer. she turned the corner and stopped dead in her tracks.

This room was different, it was cold and clean and sterile, it terrified her. She knew this room better than anything she would ever know. there were 45,243 blocks that made up the room, off in the corner was a cage, with exactly 87 bars and a small door. There was a sparring mat in the center of the room, she knew exactly where there would be a blood stain, her blood. she looked down at the cybernetic hand where her right had used to be.

" Welcome back my Tsûduma tnuti." The voice sent shivers down her spine, she felt weak in the knees. the voice that torments her dreams, that sends fear into her heart. Standing in the center of the room was the one person in the galaxy she knew she would never see again, Darth Dramu.


[member="Anja Aj'Rou"] | [member="Perla Pirjo"] | [member="Tsavong Kraal"] | [member="Serock Hoath"] | [member="Laguz Vald"]

[1/20]

 

[Armand Temi]

Raknar had barely met the Host Lord when suddenly he was on a trip with her entourage to a temple on the planet of Sernpidal. Well, at least he hadn’t been executed yet and that was something to be thankful for. Suddenly all went dark and like the rest of the court, guards, friends and accomplices, Raknar woke up in a strange place.

Rising from an ornately carved bed, fully clothed, he inspected his bejeweled fingers and the expensive fabric of his black jacket and pants. Am I still in the temple, he thought to himself? Perhaps he had found a secret door to a secret passage with untold riches - which would be very fortuitous not only for himself but in courting favor with Anja. He could show himself as cunning and valuable, even if he had just stumbled upon this place. Still, why had he risen from a bed? And where is the exit to this secret chamber?

But as the Sith magic took hold of his mind, he began to think less and less that he was in the Sernpidal temple and that he was in what must be the bedroom of his new home as cultural advisor to the God-Empress. On the table by his bed were gold goblets encrusted with jewels. He took a sip from one of the goblets and a fine Brandy surprised his tongue with its unexpectedly sweet taste.

This was quite an amazing turn of events, he thought as he had just recently arrived on Bastion not too long ago and wasn't even sure where his quarters would be in the Imperial Palace. And now it appeared he would live in a stately mansion. And why shouldn’t he? Ultimately, Raknar prided himself as a simple man who just so happened to have extremely lavish tastes. Of course the Host Lord would say that heaven was the earthly reward for the unending pursuit of the Three Gods… or was it Five Gods… whatever. Either way, he just couldn’t quite accept that aesthetic way of living. There were plenty of fleshly rewards to be had – to touch, taste and thrill the senses. Raknar was quite at home in this new place with its extravagent furnishings. And the illusionary demon who had a strong grip on his psyche was going to make sure he stayed content and surrounded by luxury as his worst fear was to be thrown backwards into the lower Umbaran caste he had been born into.

 

[Dara Gola]

Dara stood still, the face of all of her nightmares was standing a few meters away, the cruel smile on his face apparent. " My Tsûduma tnuti, did you think you could get away from me? Did you think that escape from my stronghold was an option?" Her knees felt weak, she could feel the fear welling up inside of her as his words echoed in her mind. He stepped forward a single step and she cringed back, knowing what would happen next.

Dramu sighed and smiled, " Since you want to be disobedient and try to escape the life I have given you, I think that you need another training session, don't you?"

Dara took another step back, the terror in her heart, in her head was visible across her face, " No, please no.. I'm sorry." Any thought she had of this being a dream was gone as the terror overtook her. Memories of his training sessions had kept her awake for countless nights as she tried to fight back the things he had pushed into her head.

She could feel his presence in her mind, the forcefulness of his power as his will crashed into hes like a tidal wave, she fought as hard as she could but it only made the experience more painful as he pushed his will upon her own. She fell to her knees, she couldn't fight it any longer, she felt his commands sinking into her mind, the ones he locked away coming to the surface.

she was his tool, the assassin he had trained to be the his vengeance. She was Dara, but she was less than a person. Her being was wrapped into one purpose alone, serving Dramu and ensuring that his will be done. she stood slowly, the lightsaber in her hand springing to life as she began to practice the fighting routines that he had taught her. The grace of her movements belied the stiffness of her thoughts. Fluid movements moved her through a variety of lightsaber strikes and blocks, her motions almost a subtle dance.

Time had no concept when she was being taught, he controlled her lessons perfectly, and she couldn't deny him anything. She was a tool, something to be put away when it wasn't in use and taken out only when it was necessary. She blinked as her consciousness returned to her, her body pushed to the point of exhaustion. she fell to her knees again, trying to remember any of what he taught her, of what he had done to her.

" Your lesson will conclude today with a test of your retention of lightsaber forms." She heard Dramu say from the center of the room. She had been his prisoner long enough to know that she would be tortured for failing to meet him on the mat, and even though she was exhausted, she pushed herself to get up and join him. He held a single red blade in his hand, menace flowing off of him like a fog of evil.

Her own yellow blade was in her right hand, her fear so complete that she never even questioned that it was flesh and blood again. He came at her instantly, slashing and spinning, his red blade a blur as she countered every attack with a defensive move. She was pushed to the edge of the mat several times, but he couldn't pierce her defenses. She was tiring from the effort and he was pressing his attack, she was going to falter eventually and he wouldn't show her mercy.

She knew it was over when she blocked his downward slash, he feinted and spun to the left, his blade flashing out quickly and she went numb from the shock. Her eyes went wide as she saw before she felt her right hand lying on the mat, the silver hilt of her saber still gripped in it's fingers. The scream she emitted filled the room, piercing the walls as the world went white.

 

[Talos Rygat]

It had taken Legion a while longer than expected to arrive to this mysterious world. He taken a considerable risk jumping to an unknown location and used up a lot of energy. He walked through his wormhole and fell to a knee. When he looked up, he'd find himself in the midst of the crash that changed his life forever.

This was the night he became the creature that now held the souls of thousands inside his body. It was a long dark road to have started from here. Filled with death and blood, but life survived as well as those who'd been consumed by Legion. How had he returned? A few meters away lay the body of a man who was not Talos. Another survivor. Wait? There were no others! It was the captain, the man who'd taken Talos from his home and enslaved him and all the others that now rested within. How could this be?

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[HK-42]

HK 42 had followed [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] into the cave, the place she claimed to be hell.

"Insult: You meatbags are incredibly weak; how is this place hell? to me this is a theater to watch you die."

"Statement: You are obviously exempt from this Master"

 

[Ue-‘Kuo-‘Koe’c’cu-Eou]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

Ue-'Kuo chittered in anguish, pawing at the infernal collar the shorter creatures insisted he wear. Oh, how horrid his life had become! Oh, how terrible everything had become! His hopes, dashed; his dreams, shattered. And all because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The Blind One bent his head, shuddering. He did not like this place, could never like this place -- wherever this was. He did not know, he never knew. They did not tell him such things, he was but a lowly maggot to them all. A slave, forced against his will to accompany that other being wherever she deemed him to go. From what he had observed, his new "owner" was the Highest of these individuals, but he would never call her such an honour. She did not deserve it, in his mind. Nor would he call her Master or Mistress. Instead, he called her "Eou'cu"; no one else knew his language, a fact which he was most grateful for as he doubted he would have otherwise been able to get away with it.

Voices up ahead. No doubt, the Eou'cu and her entourage, deciding who else to torture. If he did not hurry, the poor individual might be him. Ue-'Kuo let out a sigh, his hand going to the two stones which were now wrapped around his wrist. At least the beings had let him keep those, if nothing else.

His sensitive hearing picked up the Eou'cu's voice, along with two others. And then, a snap, before--

What?

Ue-'Kuo was lying in the underbrush. The soft ferns of his world cushioned his back, caressed his skin. Above, in the breaks of the tree branches, the stars glittered like diamonds and the moon shone bright, its light ethereal and foreign. He was back home, away from everything that had happened. It was all jst a bad dream. He was meant to be here, here with his herd and gazing at the stars.

Gazing....

And yet, something was off. Ue-'Kuo frowned, not willing to let go of this. He had always dreamed of the stars, and here he was -- stargazing, just like The One With Eyes before him. Everything was right with the world, and it would not do to examine things too closely.

Stars....

 

[Micah Talith]

Sernpidal

Location: Dirtside!
Objective: Get a bad tingly feeling.
Allies: [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Maleah Talith"]


"I have a bad feeling about this." Micah would tell his companions, not keen on what he was feeling. This was weird. Really, really weird. There was just something really off about it.

They were on Sernpidal to refuel. As soon as they neared the planet, something felt terribly off. Once they hit the small space port, even more so. A deep frown would furrow across Micah's face, the freckles fading with age now at the ripe pre-teen angst age of twelve.

The Talith brood were wont to travel more and more now, what with all by Kai having reached the grand age of twelve, and she was already in her cusp of it. Twelve had a great symbolism. It meant that the training lock on their sabers was finally off -- which meant that the Bryak wood hilt at his hips was a real saber.

Perhaps the thought of a twelve-year-old with a deadly cutting implement at hand may be worrisome to a few, but Soliael and Kira had trained him and his sisters on the proper welding and responsibility that it came with.

As it was, right now he personally couldn't wait to get off this rock. Something really didn't feel right.

It didn't feel right at all.

 

[Kaili Talith]

Objective: Sabotage the local flood light
Involved: [member="Micah Talith"], possibly [member="Maleah Talith"]

“Yeah whatever. Hey! You know we should do?” Kaili stepped in front of her brother. “We should totally check the nearby area for things to do.”

Kai was now twelve, just like her brother. Though in a month said plane of equalness would be banished once more. It was the youngest one’s curse. To be born only eleven months later was not a blessing but a curse, of this Kaili was well aware. Oh Kaili remembered it well what it was like when her elder siblings had their sabers ‘unlocked’. There was a distinct lack of trees in the backyard after that day. It even reached the degree where plant surge would have to come into play alongside the stern lessons that the one and only [member="Micah Talith"] (and possibly Kaili, but she would never admit that) had been on the receiving end of.

But that didn’t matter anymore, it was ancient history from a few months ago.

“Maybe we can find something cool!” She looked at her brother. “You never know unless you look, and I say we go look at...” Her eyes scanned the horizon. “That thing over there.”

Nah, she didn’t really offer her brother any choice in the matter. The sound of her boots carrying her onwards without any regard to her own safety wasn’t exactly news to her family. With age came the more daring expeditions as well as the paced back and forth walks around the house as it all had become so much of just “the same old.” There was nothing new at home! It was always the same and little ever seemed to change. A kid needed variety! See new things! Beaches, oceans and trees were all very boring.

But there were other ways to take mind off of things. Experimenting with the family speeder? Now that was fun, but after the last one mysteriously broke down there was even less fun stuff to do at home. Playing around with the household droids, absolutely the best part about being home.

Getting caught and reprimanded by mother?

Less fun. Still...

“Come on! It will be fun!” The girl knelt down by the tiny generator hooked up to a pillar of flood lights. “Hello, friend. Mind if I press your buttons? No? Okay!”

And then Kaili proceeded to press every button she could see.

 

[Micah Talith]

Sernpidal

Location: Dirtside!
Objective: Get a bad tingly feeling.
Allies: [member="Kaili Talith"]

"What are you doing!?" Micah would cry out with half annoyance and half exasperation. Kai always did this, liked to go push things when she shouldn't. Okay, to be fair, the bulk of the time, their little adventures were a lot of fun. Where Maleah and him were close as they could be, there was another type of bond between Kai and him that was unique in and of itself.

Both loved to wander. Both enjoyed exploring. And both had an edge of mischievousness that was willing to fan the other with. Nothing like the relationship -- or lack thereof to be precise -- between him and Aela. If he could ignore her, he did. If he didn't have to talk to her, all the better. Thankfully she liked to stick her nose in filmsiplast books so it made it all the more easier to just blank her existence away.

Maybe that was a bit rough; maybe even a little bit unjustly cruel, but he was a kid and right now he had a distinct lack of desire to even try to bridge that gap between them. They shared genes and the same color eyes.

But that was about it.

What other thoughts came to mind were quickly thrust from his mind when rickety lights would flash into existence. Rays of yellow lights would brighten as the seconds would pass, the crackle and pop of electricity coming from the generator -- and likely zap Kai if she wasn't careful.

Which Micah promptly tugged his sister away from.

What they saw would reveal the outline of some sort of large warehouse of sorts. His brow would furrow. That was strange.

He could have swore that wasn't here before at all...

 

[Armand Temi]

7/20

At this point in her journey, Perla no longer felt comforted or strong, so the illusionary forces keeping the witch catatonic and bound to this nightmare, injected her with a fresh round of voices, which whispered into her ear as she descended deeper into the Canyon, still following the Sanguine Trail. This time the witch heard her mother’s familiar husky voice, who spoke of how brave Perla was for returning to Dathomir. “Once you finish this final trial and defeat your old adversary, you can live out your days here in the Great Canyon Clan with no more black mark on your reputation. No more reprisals. You will be innocent once and for all.” The soothing voice did help the witch initiate feel that yes, she was up to the task of defeating her adversary, but something nagged inside her. Why all of these trials in the first place? If she was so innocent as Mother Zivka and her own mother had said, why wasn't she just accepted back into the clan with no questions asked? Even though Perla was still unaware that she was in a dream, perhaps the Sith Magic was wearing off a little.

She arrived at a cave and that’s where the bloody footprints ended. The Dathomir exile swallowed the fear that had crept up into her throat like bile and walked into the mouth of the cave. She heard water dripping and her toes sunk into the shallow mud at the entrance but once she walked deeper into the cave, the ground grew dryer and the surroundings… very familiar.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location: Sernpidal
Objective: Have ‘The Talk’
Allies: [member="Elias Truden"]
[1/20]

In ancient history it was said that Sernpidal was destroyed and demolished by the efforts of both the Yuuzhan Vong and the old heroes that had done so many inspiring deeds for a civilization they had loved, and now they were here yet again. Iron Crown, Saiba Group and Eridium Industrial were becoming a regular sight in Primeval Space, spearheaded by Darell Irani and Elias Truden… there were only a few things that they couldn’t do.

Irani was currently looking over the construction of a new space sport that would serve as a hub for the mining of metals on Sernpidal itself. The hub would connect with other hubs in Primeval space from which the metals would be transported around the entirety of the Empire, pretty valuable trade and stuff.

He was to meet Truden here in the observatory, they needed to have a talk. Pretty sure that Elias wouldn’t exactly like the results of that talk, but Irani hadn’t liked that the idiot went and had a talk with Arceneau either.

Neither of ‘em could get what they wanted.

 

[Asher]

Location: Sernpidal
Objective: Have a talk?
Allies: [member="Darell Irani"]
[1/20]

I still couldn’t quite believe that only a few months ago I was stationed in a comfy little chair on Annaj spending most of my days doing executive-stuff-things that I really had no way of describing yet, and now here I was on quite literally the other end of the galaxy. The universe worked in mysterious ways and for the moment I was within the Primeval’s gracious sphere of influence.

The Fringe was dead, my biggest client at the time gone, but Iron Crown still lived.

I only had one man I could thank for that.

The man I was on my way to meet, but the tone in his call didn’t exactly bring a lot of confidence upon my shoulders. Something about the way he said we needed to have ‘a talk’ made it all seem so... Ominous.

“Mister Irani.” I stepped through the doors and into his great observatory. Gut twisting I stepped up to the man. “You called for me.”

 

[Boethiah]

Something shook through the fabric of this false reality. Was it a whisper?

No...

Anja's tired eyes fluttered, her memories began to emerge under the thin sheet of ice that prevented them from being more than blurry images. Then... Something odd happened. She began to recall feelings, memories, and ambitions that were not her own. She was being connected with others than herself and -- she could remember something else. That these others were people she was with recently yet she did not recall anything recent. She was back where she belonged and a champion of her people.

She was where the Gods were, in their company, in their presence, and above all free of natural ailments.

So why do I -- Then it acme again, that same feeling. It was like a ripple in the pond after a stone skipped across it. Soon the comfort of the bed faded; it felt course and grainy. Then she began to sink, the bed turned to ash and she fell with the pile to the floor.

This was not reality, this was not a fact she could understand. The very earth beneath her shook and the walls around her cracked. Quickly, the woman rushed to the window and looked out to see the world around her ripped asunder but not destroyed. There was something else beyond her, beyond what she saw and understood. What she did not know is that their dreams were being connected, pathways forging between their minds.

"This is all wrong..." She whispered to herself.

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