Public Arachnid Extermination

[Syala]

Ah! Good ol' Dantooine! Such a fantastic planet to explore! Syala giggled to herself as she landed her ship at her usual spot. It was strange compared to when she usually arrived, the landmark of her master's manor just being a pile of ash and rubble now. She had stayed away from the planet for a short while, to let her hand heal after her fight with Ko Vuto . Her hand still ached but she was sure that her hand had healed well enough for her to get back to work making sure the people of Dantooine respected her and the Dark Side. She had came here originally to cause fear and panic amongst the people. To reignite the fire of terror that the people should feel for the Dark Side. To know their place. If they wanted to live, they would show her the respect she deserved as a fighter. As a Sith. If they didn't like it? They could try to fight her. If they impressed her, she'd let them live. Though that was...a rare sight.

Now off she went to see how the people she had left alive were coping with things. She clearly couldn't make enough of an impact to destroy the entire planet's farming system but she at least felt like her attack wouldn't have been forgotten about. There were still some leftovers of her assault, with leftover ashes of crops alongside collapsed buildings from the flames. It appeared that some of the bodies hadn't been disposed of yet...Though upon closer examination, it appeared that they were being buried as opposed to being burnt. It made sense if she thought about it. The bodies of the deceased would be able to help the next set of crops and help the soil, especially after all of the smoke and particles that had probably settled in the soil...Hm...Maybe she should try and test the soil to see the fruits of her labour as well...

Either way...It would probably be best if she tried to help out some of the farmers. Not with the burials though. She was far too...dignified to even think about digging for other people. But there were still plenty of Kinrath around the area that had been attracted by the heat from the fires. With a large amount of Dantooine's militia having been slaughtered by Darth Dekaltis it meant the Kinrath had been able to breed and grow uncontrolled. It also meant that any raiders or pirates that wanted to come to this planet were free to do so without little retaliation. For now at least. Perhaps in the future Syala would decide to protect the planet from those threats as well. She didn't consider herself ready for that amount of responsibility however.

"Hiya! You need some help here?" Syala giggled as she hopped on over towards one of the farmers who was busy digging a grave in their field...Though they did drop their shovel in surprise, raising their arms above their head as if they were terrified that the Half-Nagai would strike them down where they stood. "Hm? Oh! You don't need to worry about me hurting you, Silly. You know the order of things." The Sith Apprentice reached forward, ruffling the farmer's hair who just seemed...confused as to what was going on. "You do the farming, I do the killing! You have any weapons I can use to deal with the Kinrath? No? They all burnt down in your shed?...Oopsie Daisies! Oh well. I can deal with the Kinrath myself. You just keep...doing your digging." She spun around on the heel of her foot and prepared to head off towards the plains of Dantooine to deal with the Kinrath...Though she turned her head back to look at the farmer, keeping a bright grin across her face. "Oh. And if you try to send anyone after me as a surprise, you best dig two graves. One for them and one for yourself."

 

[Chuwa Tulek]

IC: Chuwa Tulek

TAG: Syala

The Wookiee Jedi arrived on a transport ship carrying supplies for the local farmers. The Big Fur Ball surprised the dock worlers with his Galatic Basic, most Wookiees refused to use the tongues of men.

Chuwa was alarmed that the Enclave was rather run down, the stone was unpolished and the tree in a center circle was sick with black gowths, leaves falling and branches twisting. Chuwa reached out and tried to help the poor creature, he czlled to The Force that lived even in this quiet oak, asking it to mend what was broken. He felt the taint, the dark power that had stifled the life, he began to chant, “The Light and the Life, I command you leave, let bloom again this tree.”
There was a tremble, and the tree tilted a little. Suddenly the black leaves turned peridot green and the growths fell like fungus pears.
The Wookiee was so happy, the tree gave a slight bow as if a eind had bent it so. Chuwa hugged the bark torso, and nestled his head against it. Having come from Kashyyyk, he always had loved trees. They made him feel at peace, and it was his great joy to bring peace to one.

The effect this healing had was felt, the ruins of Enclave seemed to change from an amber light to a crystal clear one that was bright. Grass began to grow again, and Chuwa marched further in, searching for Jedi Masters. He came to circular Council Chamber that was open to a great skylight, the seats and cushions were empty, and the metal that held them marked with black streaks of fire caused by a saber.

“What had happened here? Where was the Council?”

The Wookiee sat before the reverent seats, his furry hide on tan tiles as he crossed his legs. He closed his eyes and began to meditate.

 

[The Red]

The collapsed crystal caves stretched out for hundreds of feet before him.

Nefaron crouched atop the grass that had long grown over the edge of the seeming chasm. War had it's effect in ripping what was once hidden Kyber to the eyes of the people above. Not that there was any Kyber left. Just an empty cave, filled with dark echoes of pain and death. It didn't change the frown on the Zabrak's face. He didn't know the people who died in this old war, and truthfully, he didn't care.

He was here for the rumors of Sith. And the Kranath that hunted from within these caves would at least make a good form of practice.

Syala | Chuwa Tulek

 

[Zinayn]

A dark presence had been nagging at him for a while now, but ever since entering the ruined agricultural village, it had been screaming at him. A Sith, most likely. But where? For the presence to be so loud, the dark-sider had to be somewhere close. Maybe even in the village itself. But for now, Zinayn focused on his friend. "We lost so many at the hands of the Sith. And now, hordes of Kinrath are attacking us and stealing what little food we have left. A small band of pirates has also taken refuge here, in the hut right across from mine. We need your help, old friend," Chana Kavu said.

His normally happy eyes were now sad, and his cheerful smile was nonexistent. The Chiss knew that this was a struggle unlike anything Chana had faced before. So Zinayn would help him. "I will do everything I can for your people. But I can only keep the Kinrath at bay temporarily. They breed quickly. You will have to develop a way to keep them under control. As for the pirates, I can take care of them now."

Zinayn rose from Chana's couch, waved to him, and stepped outside. Right across the street (which was really just nicer dirt), loud voices emanated from within a thatch-roof house. Pirates. The Chiss grimaced and crossed to the house. He knocked politely on the door.

A Weequay opened it ten seconds later. "What do you want?" he asked, a smell of alcohol on his breath.

Zinayn didn't answer, merely slammed his lightsaber into the man's stomach and ignited it. The pirate fell, and the Chiss stepped inside, fixing each of the twelve pirates with a glare. Soon, blaster bolts were flying, and the Gray Jedi's orange blade was slashing them down. A minute after he had entered the house, everyone was dead.

He went back outside.... to find a girl with orange hair talking to a gravedigger. The Force wailed at him. Zinayn's eyes narrowed. Was this the Sith? She looked far too young, unless she was an apprentice. If so, the Kinrath were probably more of a threat.

Maybe though, he could convince her to help him fight the horde. Just maybe. Zinayn approached her with caution. "Greetings."

Syala Chuwa Tulek The Red

 

[Raya-Tat]

MOving through the air with the greatest of ease.... Well plains and some rocks. There was a lot of them but an outbreak of Kinrath was never a good thing and she moved quickly. The large tail acting like a counter balance to her muscled leap through the air. THe small membranes between her arms and torso catching the air when she rose up on the winds from rock to rock. The saber on her hip, the utility belt and most importantly she was here to do good... maybe the idea of killing the kinrath seemed cruel but they were dangerous and you needed ot be able to keep them froma ttacking people. She saw some caves further in the distance and the sounds carried over with scents on the wind. A smile forming on her face when she landed on the ground rolling into the tall grass. The sounds first coming to her and then she was up and looking around with her tail swiching back and forth.

 

[Wojtek]

The familiar sound of a swoop bike could be heard off in the distance from the farm. It was a custom swoop to fit the specific needs of an ewok, like a modified size for ease of control of those stubby appendages they had. Wojtek further customized and beefed up the engine, giving the swoop more of a muscled growl. There was nothing stealthy or quiet about this machine, anyone in the vicinity would hear it ripping up the road at a high rate of speed.

Wojtek drove the swoop straight up to the farm where a few strange folks were standing about. He recognized the land owner, the farmer he had bribed to house his trove of smuggled weapons and drugs in his barn. The very barn that was burnt down to rubble and ash, along with it a small fortune in illicit goods. The Ewok cared not for the devastation that the farms had suffered from a previous incident. He cared not for the dead that was being buried nor of the news that the kinrath were inbound. It was his goods he cared about. Lost credits he would have to answer for. So when the Ewok pulled up, to say he was delightful and friendly would be a straight-up lie.

Wojtek popped off his swoop hot and angry, his eyes glued to the destroyed barn as he stubby hands on his furry head in disbelief. "Den den den! noroway ta hell happened? oh Meechoo am e dead Ewok!" He screeched in ewok-basic pidgin.

Syala Zinayn = in current location

 

[Syala]

The sounds of blaster fire made the Half-Nagai stop for a moment. Were there Kinrath here already? Though taking a quick look around, Syala couldn't quite spot any Kinrath near the people. Yet at least. It would only be a matter of time before they got hungry enough to attack the people. Ah. The suffering and fear felt like pure nectar as she took in a deep breath. A manic grin slowly spread across her face, before she heard a voice calling out to her, causing Syala to spin around on the heel of her foot to face the...Chiss. Interesting. She hadn't gotten to work on many Chiss before...but no. No. Thinking of experiments wasn't a good thing to focus on right now. She had told the farmers she'd help them out, so that was her focus for now. Afterwards? Well, perhaps she could ask them for potential...ingredients she could work with.

"Helllllo there Sir! I presume you're the reason those blasters were going off? Well, if they aren't anyone important, maybe you should try offering them as food to the little Kinnirath that are around! That'll keep 'em busy for a bit." Now that she thought about it...Perhaps there was an actual method for her to get the farmers some protection without having to slaughter all of the Kinrath. It was doubtful that she'd even be able to deal with the entire hordes, but if she could get their glands, then it would be much easier for the farmers to do their jobs, whilst they replenished their militia. Think smarter, not harder after all. Even if thinking wasn't one of Syala's strong suits. She was more of a doer but this could work as an interesting idea.

Though once again her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a speeder zooming in and out hopped...an Ewok! Awww! They were so adorable. Syala would love the chance to pull the little teddy bear creature apart to see what made them tick. But apparently, they weren't too happy about the state of the place...Well. That made sense. Plenty of stuff had been burnt down. "Oh! Hiya there! Erh...I dunno much about what happened here." She tapped her chin with her index finger, putting on a slight pout as she glanced over the area. "The farmers here were talking about how some Sith had a fight with some Plo Koon-looking brat. Apparently, the Sith offered to put the fires out, but the brat didn't believe them so they had a fight." Syala shrugged her shoulders afterward. She had a way of being able to twist the truth with her own little lies. Technically her entire story was true. Nothing about it was a lie, except for the part where she said she didn't know what had happened.

Zinayn Wojtek

 

[Chuwa Tulek]

IC: Chuwa Tulek

As The Wookiee meditated, it could sense life being snuffed out. It saw Spiders cut down, causing Chuwa to lose his Lotus position, and then a pirate slain, the Wookiee felt The Living Force swirl and recoil, as death removed those from this world. Death was natural, part of The Force’s cycle, but murder and killing wasn’t, it was the apex of control, robbing life of the chance fo grow old and become dust.

Chuwa let out a feral scream as he ran out of the Council Chamber and into golden plains of Dantooine. His angst was calling him to farmland, but before he could make it there, a pack of Kath Hounds near a great white boulder howled and began to rush towards the Wookiee Jedi. Chuwa kept his saber hilt clipped to his cloth sling on his back, and stood his ground. A horned Kath Hound tried to gorge him, grabbing the two horns he kicked the ground and threw the beast against a wall of rock, knocking it cold. The three other Kath snapped at him, he drew his staff saber hilt and began striking each on tye head in a flurry of moves that showed his martial skill, the three Hounds walked away dizzy as Chuwa then headed on to the Farm Land.

 

[Zinayn]

"Helllllo there Sir! I presume you're the reason those blasters were going off? Well, if they aren't anyone important, maybe you should try offering them as food to the little Kinnirath that are around! That'll keep 'em busy for a bit."

Zinayn raised an eyebrow. This source of dark-side power was...friendlier than he would've imagined. But he covered his surprise well. "I'm sure we can dispose of the bodies in a more humane way. Speaking of which...are you here to quell the Kinrath 'uprising' as well?"

If she was...then they might be able to avoid combat entirely. Zinayn would settle the pirate and Kinrath problem for his friend, and he'd be on his way. Chana never said anything about taking out Sith.

Zinayn then turned his attention to the Ewok. A gangster Ewok. The Chiss had never seen such a thing before. Usually that species was comparable to cute teddy bears. Of course, Zinayn wasn't assuming they were all like that. It would be deadly to try and fight or outwit an opponent with only stereotypical knowledge about them.

But...an inner calling was screaming for Zinayn to hug the Ewok.

Syala Chuwa Tulek Wojtek

 

[The Red]

Death was all he gave the arachnids as he found them within the cave. To them, food had wandered in, and they sought to devour. He did not let that happen. The old blade he carried burned through their flesh like paper. He still couldn't get used to how effortlessly the weapon was capable of being used. It was satisfying. But not enough. He wasn't here to hunt a couple of creatures. He kicked over one of the bodies, frowning as he crouched to study it.

There was a Sith hunting these? Why? They weren't strong enough for any real practice.

"Where might you be.."

@Open

 

[Raya-Tat]

THe kinrath were having a party.... she could feel several people which only added to the effect when she stood there for a moment seeing... an ewok... a wookiee... and she was not entirely sure about the rest they were kind of strange for humanoids but well if all of them were here to battle and stop the kinrath from harming people that was only beneficial and would make sure none of them got overwhelmed. Her tail moved back and forth while she crouched down into the plains moving around on the far side to avoid deteching. Taking it just slowl enough to not really disturb the grass but she was still making progress.. the kinrath were not going anywhere.

 

[Chuwa Tulek]

IC: Chuwa Tulek

TAG: The Red

Chuwa followed the scent of death into a cave, there The Wookiee found the carcasses of Kinrath. Falling on his furry knees, he began to weep. Most beings wiukd shutter at the sign of great spider, but even the creeping things were willed to life in The Force, and this precious.

It was then that The Wookiee Jedi felt a chill, like s cold wind on Hoth and a pungent odor of rotting flesh. He knew it at once, the dark side..

Chuwa followed it till he camw upon a figure, undoubtly one of those who believes passion is strength and that violence and the power to kill is a pleasure as much as a right. Chuwa slung his Staffsaber to his hand and off the strap on his back. He felt a different kind of anger, an indignation fueled by righteousness. Ignited his blade, bathing him in yellow jasper light as he ran roaring like a beast with his saber pike at the Dark One.

 

[Wojtek]

The ewok stood there listening to the female go on about what happened here. Wojtek ceased his grumblings and let the girl speak her piece. He was most interested in the part on how she did not know what happened but seemed to know some about what happened. His ears twitched at the mention of sith involvement. He was confused for she looked like a troubled girl, dressed like a Nar Shaddaaian prostitute with a lightsaber hilt attached to her hip. Her voice, words, hand gestures, and facial expressions were not collaborating with each other properly, giving him the sense that she was slightly off-hinged. His confusion was she mentioned sith and here she matches the stereotypical description of a sith. Was she lying to him? Maybe, but then again why would a sith need to lie to a ewok?

Wojtek removed a shento cigar that looked oversized in his furry grasp. He bit the end off and lit the cigar with a match, taking in the bitter smoke. He pondered what the female said, though she was more suspect to him but he didn't have enough yet to accuse her or her companion. The blue-skinned human in a white robe that was conversing with her. Was this the Plo Koon? Wojtek never heard of a plo koon nor was he familiar with the race of the hooded male. For all he knew, this could be a Plo koonian. He had force user written all over him, something Wojtek was very familiar with. Jedi, sith you name it, they were a dime a dozen now in the galaxy. Can't travel anywhere without running into them and they weren't just segregated into their own religions. They walk every walk of life now. What was once rare was not rare anymore.

"Kush!" He pointed to Syala's lightsaber, releasing the smoke from his lungs "sith?" He questioned if she was a sith. His broken basic also known as Ewok-basic pidgin could make it difficult to understand alone, hence the hand gestures. He then looked over to the white robbed male "Kush pla koon?". He asked, his hand pointing at Zinayn's face as if he was drawing on it with his finger wondering if he was a pla koonian. He was trying to figure out if the story that the female told was a lie or not and that the two were responsible for his goods being destroyed. It was a direct yet passive way of asking. Not like he had them locked up in a cell and he was chewing their fingers off piece by piece......... yet.....

Syala Zinayn

 

[The Red]

"There you are."

Nefaron turned his gaze towards the approaching figure, practically glaring. Seething. Anger was all the Zabrak was good for, though he hadn't expected to be met with violence immediately. A yellow blade, anger. Was this Sith seeking to prove themselves? He grinned madly at that. Something within him welcomed the challenge. Relished in it. The old blade in his hand burst to life as he swung up, pure seething hatred fueling his strength as he sought to knock the blade away.

"Fine! Fight me!"

Chuwa Tulek

 

[Chuwa Tulek]

TAG: The Red

The Wookiee growled as he thrusted his pike, the golden firery tip sparking at it met The Sith’s blood blade. Chuwa felt such fury for the wanton loss of life. Sith enjoyed snuffing out precious beings, and they deserved wrath!

Chuwa spin his staffsaber, and swung with both hands. His ire was at boiling point, and if he was not careful this tempest of emotion would cause him to break his rule.

In that blind rage Chuwa did nof care, he thrusted his blade like a javilan, seeking to impale the Sith. He had forgotten himself.