Campaign Black Flag

[Cali Ziiva]

The pink woman bounced along in Xobos' wake as they made for the door. No time to stand around. Cali got that. The Miralukan was even kind enough to talk as they walked. Though what was said sounded just a bit... well, underwhelming. Oh well. Cali didn't cuddle with Xobos because she was rich or famous. Only meant they'd be known for turning things around! So much opportunity.

With o-formed lips, Cali leaned over and peered down at a guard's blaster before her eyes lifted to meets theirs for a second. A grin followed as she straightened up and dutifully followed her Xobos.

Bright eyes darted side to side as everyone let out quite the commotion. Seemed they were all excited about killing some pirate-thieve-attacker-people. Cali didn't quite buy into that shtick. Saving people? Totally on board with that though. Everyone loved a hero. Of course, this involved running. Lots of it. Not as quick as the fierce and feline types, but pretty hardcore all the same. Xobos was in a hurry, and Cali couldn't disagree.

Leven's gaze drew a curious look back from the Zeltron before a warm smile took its place. Both of the cuties were beside themselves worried about the pink one. Cali hoped her buoyant expression would alleviate them some concern. They would have enough to deal with shortly without needing to constantly worry about her. Not that there was anything she could say to convince them of that. Certainly not with Xobos telling the changeling it was one of her charges. Best Cali could do was to avoid ending up in a precarious situation requiring their help then.

Sounded a lot easier in her head.

As they entered the fray, Cali plotted a course through the city toward the source of the commotion. Around the front line where pirates and guards would end up clashing head-on. Good thing towns weren't built with a single street forcing everyone to meet like in a holonovel! Though she didn't know how many naughty people were here... so she'd have to be watchful. Time was short, though. If she could keep the fire from getting inside the bins they could save most of the gain. If the fire or the water got inside there though it'd not only be a mess, but a disaster even if the fire eventually got put out.

Actually, she might have to pull double duty in protecting Princeton from any naughties in the area too. Cali made a mental note of that. Just another dance number queued up.

Tag: Xobos Yakieer | Leven Jeyd

 

[The High Court of Illyria]

RUN​

~~ Location: Garde Noire ~~
Tags: Xobos Yakieer Leven Jeyd Cali Ziiva
POV: Captain No'maq
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When Captain No'maq had drawn the "honor" of striking a blow at the Illyrians he had not thought it would go this way. The crash had been bad enough, however it had also sealed off their only method of escape. Their ship was firmly planted in their enemies granary stores. They weren't getting out that way. So they assaulted the town. Their men rushed the unsuspecting villagers and for some time all things were nice. Of course a few people had to take a blaster to the spine to act right, but sometimes that's just what it took.

No'maq was pulling a shiny locket from the hands of a corpse when he heard a wild howl fill the night air. His large eyes quirked as he turned to the skies for a single moment. "...Hell was that?" He muttered, before looking to the men around him. Half of his men were holding stray villagers against the ground, stealing whatever they could find of value while the rest were kicking in the doors of the villagers little hovels.

No'maq turned his eyes to the castle that sat overlooking the village. He wondered just what kind of treasures the building would hold. "Donovan!" He called out. That was when one of his men approached. A young Chiss with a wry smirk on his face. "Aye, Cap'n?"

The Twi'lek pointed his long skinny finger towards the castle. "Get everyone together, we're gonna-"

A blaster bolt slammed directly into Donovan's chest, causing No'maq to exclaim as he fell back into the dirt. When his eyes rose he could see that a number of armed men were approaching them. Blaster fire rained down on them, causing No'maq to yell out as he let off a few stray shots of his blaster. "Wh-what's goin' on!? They shouldn't have soldiers?! Black didn't say anythin' about soldiers?!" No'maq watched another three of his men suffer fatal blaster bolt impacts before the pirates finally focued on the group charging at them. "Shoot them!" He yelled out, pushing himself to his knees in a scramble. He found a large boulder to prop himself up behind, firing off a few more shots at the Illyrians.

The pirate forces may not have been outnumbered, however the Illyrian Guards certainly outmatched them.

They continued to fight, slowly falling back to their crashed space ship as their men were shot down.

That was when the Maalraas attacked. The beasts fought like nothing the creatures had ever seen before, tearing through flesh and bone, barely visible even in a glimpse of moonlight. When there remained only a handful of pirates left, they no longer fought, they turned to run. No'maq ran beside a large man, screaming out.

"This isn't how this was supposed to go!" He said, before looking to the side. His eyes caught a small pink woman heading to the granary beside their ship. ( Cali Ziiva ) He glanced around before yelling to one of his men. "The girl!"

The massive man ran towards Cali, yelling out as he moved to grab her arm, a fist aimed for her fist. "Come here!" He yelled out loudly to Cali, trying to drag her back with their fleeing crew.
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[Fleur Valencia]

FLEUR VALENCIA​

Location: L’enfer Command Center
Appearance: Outfit
Tags: Adron Malvern | Andromeda Malvern | Alessandra Creed ​

Fleur had never been in an actual field where she was literally experiencing an attack, in fact when all of the information cane feeding in, the woman resisted the urge to hiss. Long range communication failure, an explosion. It was all happening so quickly and although she was processing it all, it all seemed so surreal for the hybrid. It was as if she was experiencing something from one of the many reports that she had read and yet, the woman couldn’t linger in the facts for too long as the King was ordering her to do something that she didn’t exactly have the skills for. To make contact with planet side when long range communications were down and get the comms up.

Sure she had read all of the information, as what else could a child who was hidden from the world do except consume large amounts of information? However having the knowledge wasn’t exactly the same as doing it, but she bowed all the same. ”Right away you’re majesty.” Fleur said softly as she turned, only to seat herself down at one of the terminals. Quietly she placed the datapad down beside her, within eyesight while her fingers flew over the keys. For her, she was lucky that she had Sanguinius vampirika blood flowing through her veins, for it made her far more agile. Yet even though she was quick, she had to be able to apply the knowledge she knew in the right order.

Pale fingers quickly placed an ear piece into her ear as her vibrant blue eyes scanned the screen before her. First, in order for them to be able to contact planet side, the woman would have to somehow bring communications back online, which meant bringing up a separate system and hacking into whatever system that was jamming everything. With that thought in mind, she pulled over her datapad and her fingers flew over the screen and frowned for a moment. Even though this system wasn’t connected to L’enfer’s it still presented a problem as she would need to find the third party system that was creating the problem. If it was a physical one then that would be an issue, except for some reason, she had a hunch that it wasn’t physical.

In any case, she was quick to apply her knowledge, yet, even as she went snooping, the woman wasn’t entirely sure that she had the skill of a splicer to get the job done. Because she definitely wasn’t a splicer, but after today, she was going to damn well look into broadening her skills as one. There were so many places that a splicer could hide when it came to code and she had to filter each one out, line by line. The problem was, she wasn’t a skilled splicer, so it was painfully slow, even as she scanned quickly for an intrusion that she wasn’t sure that she could find. If she failed in this, the woman would never live it down in court, so she bit her bottom lip and pressed on, while on the other screen, she set about trying to see exactly where the communications lines were being disrupted and if she could boost the signal beyond it.

It was all in the details, she was sure of it. ”But where?” Fleur mumbled to herself as she disregarded the looks of certain Security Officers, as they watched her work faster than a normal human. The woman felt every inch of pressure and yet, so far she managed to keep her cool. For the moment anyway as she painstakingly worked through the details that were presented before her. There had to be a tail and she delved into the communications code in order to find the intruder within the network. An intruder that she had every intention of kicking out and slamming the door behind him.​

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[Alessandra Creed]

B L A C K F L A G​

Location: L'enfer Command Center
Tags: Andromeda Malvern | Adron Malvern | Cali Ziiva | Xobos Yakieer | Leven Jeyd | Danielle Mueller | Freyu Molidias | Mahaut

The raven-haired Queen remained silent when Fleur Valencia entered the Command Center in a flurry of movement and excuses. Alessandra didn’t fault her for being late; but clinical eyes only accepted the words for what they were. She had been a shrewd businesswoman long before she had ever worn a crown. Long, before she had ever set foot on Illyria. The Ministry of Commerce in Golbah City had been one of the strictest sectors in the Confederate workforce. The newly established offices on Naboo in Theed would be just as cutthroat. Were it not for the disturbance that had suddenly pulled at all of the Force Sensitives in the room—She might have expressed her views on the matter.​

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A Kingdom was a business. Larger, more complex, but an organization like no other.​

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Lateness was intolerable.​

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Chestnut-shaded eyes swept toward Freyu Molidias to gauge the response; she was not disappointed. Alessandra knew what a warrior looked like when they were gearing up to fight. The olive-skinned woman closed her eyes for a moment while the sensation of warning, of wrongness, began to fall into a cascade of ill-intent. Just before the blast went off, she felt as if the gears of something unknowable had clicked into place. A puzzle. A design in the force that gave them the answers for questions they had yet to ask.​

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Chit. ​

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The hand that she had on Adron’s arm momentarily curled in the material of his sleeve as the lights flickered. She felt exposed in the black lace gown. More than that—They were under attack. Her immediate thought was for their child. Aries was back on Illyria with caretakers that would willingly lay down their lives to protect him, but, when not in her arms? She felt an intense sense of panic. Her heart clenched and she swore, silently, to liquify any being that so much as looked at her son with anything but complete deference. ​

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Her anger burned quietly. While Command of the L’enfer burst into a frenzy of movement and retroactive systems checks dark eyes remained contemplative while her husband took control of the madness. Ever noble, ever the born leader. He noted that they were under attack and she nodded her head tersely. It was sweet to inform her. Unnecessary. The sound of an explosion and the subsequent panic that rolled through the orbital station all but confirmed it. She leaned close, briefly, and kissed his neck before her expression hardened and her eyes turned to the holotable. “Do we have enough ships available to blockade?”​

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Already—Preparing for the inevitable that whomever attacked them would need a swift exit strategy. They were blind in the moment. Whomever had the gall to hit Illyria either had forces enough to make them arrogant or were exceedingly unwise. Alessandra was not known to be forgiving. Period.​

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What she saw solidified that notion and she could feel Adron responding in kind. ​

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The fool that dared to attack Illyria would suffer.​

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When it came to bringing their people to order the Queen allowed the King to handle it. One voice was all they needed, one command, and she wouldn’t muddle that. Her husband made it a point to claim her presence and she shook her head, briefly. A small smirk lingered at the kiss of her mouth. “As if I would be anywhere else.”, the response was pure, filled with a touch of sass, but entirely honest. She would never let him run headlong into danger alone.​

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Alessandra was trapped in a dress, in heels, but she was far from helpless.​

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Her gaze settled on Fleur Valencia for a moment as they prepared to depart and she let Adron pull slightly ahead. She obeyed her husband without question. It caused the momentary lapse, earlier, to become less of an aggravation. “When communications are restored and the orders of the King have been followed, I require the status of our son. Emergency channels should still function to a degree. Transmit it to me immediately.” ​

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The Queen slipped from the flaxen-haired young woman and made it through the portal just before it sealed. She didn’t have a saber but she did have a silver band curled around her wrist that unfurled into a lightwhip. It didn’t have the cutting power of a lightsaber but it could entangle opponents and was less than comfortable when active on bare flesh. Adron spoke of the attack and her head nodded, slowly, while she reached out with metaphysical fingers. He was right.​

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Eyes of tawny brown seemed to shift and become shining mirrors of starling black while she accessed the Force. She didn’t have the same prowess as Adron. Nor the same training. Her gifts were more akin to that of the Solanaceae and with that ethereal connection came a certain intuition. She listened. A small voice that she didn’t know rang through the void, calling, for anyone that might have the capacity to hear.​

YOU ARE IN DANGER, it screamed. LE’BLACK, LE’BLACK

Had Adron heard it too?​

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“Le’black—Why is that familiar?”​

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[Freyu Molidias]

Tag: Adron Malvern | Alessandra Creed | Danielle Mueller

Her senses were filled with stark white walls reflecting the gleam of warning lights, echoes of a siren's wail, and the scent of adrenaline. No longer was a threat outside in the nebulous veil of space. It roamed unchecked within, manipulating the systems meant to keep the station's faithful safe. Through the uncertainty few might have found themselves anxious with the possibility of death, either by explosion, ejection into the void, or perhaps even by finding the burn of a bolt in their chest.

Freyu was not one to entertain such fantasies. Her face remained unmoved if not resolute as she kept her composed pace toward the door. She halt her step as she sensed the queen's pause. The only fear which death had managed to worm into her mind was not an end to herself but that of her wards, a danger which she would tackle headfirst if it dared show itself. And if it did, she would not let it arrive by surprise. She kept her gaze wandering to and fro in constant search as she awaited Alessandra's departure from the Command Center.

The beast's stare remained cold as the queen rejoined with the king, her eyes looking back to the Command Center for one last sweep before the doors hissed shut. As she followed the royals closely she listened to their private words with the usual indifference of any that held her position. But with the mention of hatred behind such an attack... Freyu digested the idea, her years of education and service whispering to her the idea that such anger meant a personal grudge.

As noted in the text by Viliam, feuds spurned by anger are oft messy affairs. Expect sloppiness by the party claiming wrong, but do not believe your charge immune to the same flaw of carelessness--

The words of one old tutor whispered in her mind, quickly interrupted by the dry rustling of another sound. It had scratched lightly in the back of her head, an attempt of something or someone to drop into her mental headspace unwelcome. Such an attempt she thought to be nothing but the workings of some prying telepath or hostile entity, both of which received the same measure of distaste from the giant. Fangs bared themselves as she slammed the gate to her mind, silencing the static and leaving her in mental quiet once more.

As they walked she cast a quick glance to Alessandra at the mention of Le'black. Had they both been open to the message? Eyes flitted between the both of them as she awaited the king's reply.

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Location: Illyria, Garde Noire, Beacon Castle.
Equipment: Illyria Knight Armor, Knight Saberstaff, Miralukan Eye Mask
Mental state: Silent.
Tags: | Leven Jeyd | Cali Ziiva | The High Court of Illyria |

For just a moment, the slightest bit of time, Xobos felt sorry for the pirates that fell to her blade in the initial attack. There was a chance that some of them did not know what they were signing up for. Perhaps they thought they were just going to raid a small town on the edge of nowhere. An easy hit. A clean score. Something to put their families through the harsh and cold winters. The chance did exist, and when that tiny chance crossed cover her mind the triggered emotion of sadness was sent through her body.

But then..she saw the bodies. The bodies of her people. Men, women, children ever, dead in the streets. And it was in that moment that any semblance of sadness for the individuals that attacked her home dissipated. It was gone. Replaced by the unbridled rage that had been within her body since the beginning of the attack, Xobos’ strides forward seemed to gain a half step of speed, almost matching the speed of her Maalraas beside her.

Their attacks were vicious, meant to strike fear into the hearts of every man in their path. And it seemingly worked, forcing the pirates to turn and begin to run toward the woods that surrounded the town. Xobos’ attacks were much more precise, deadly. They were meant to thin the heard as quickly as possible and to stop them exactly where they stood. A sliced torso here, a lopped head there, and the heard that headed for the woods was down to just a few over single digits.

Her objective changed very, very quickly when she saw the largest of attackers turning to make their way toward Cali, apparently intent on using her as some kind of shield. A smart tactic, perhaps, knowing that if the brightly colored alien came from the castle that she would be worth it to someone. A ransom target, maybe, but at least enough to possibly allow them to live just a few more hours into what had turned into a bloodbath of a night. And perhaps in another providence, the attack, and the subsequent kidnapping, would have worked.

Instead…he met The Mistress of Shadowcats.

Before the pirate could even lay a finger on that smooth, pink skin, he could feel the air forced from his throat, and what was solid ground beneath his feet would be nothing more than air. His windpipe began to feel the force of something gripping around it, crushing it. His entire body then flung in the air to the left, being met by the face of a very ticked off looking Miraluka. The fear in his eyes was enough for Xobos to know that her message had gotten across, and whatever this man had thought he was getting himself into, it was obvious he was so far, far above his head.

And then she brought her blade cleanly upward, slicing the man’s shooting arm from his shoulder. He could not scream, and the only sounds that came from his throat where the dying whimpers of a pained animal. That..thing was then tossed to the side, slamming into a stack of completed durosteel with a sickening crack.

She did not look to the body, instead allowing her focus to land on the Zeltron, giving her a little nod. “Get the fire under control. I’m going to make sure they don’t escape into the wilderness.” Xobos left no room for questioning, changing of her mind. Instead, she turned back toward the woods, giving her blade a spin before dashing into the darkness, Sabatora on her heels. The rest of the pack soon followed, and the last of the pirates would soon begin to feel what it truly felt like to be hunted animal.

 

[The High Court of Illyria]

DANGER​

Tags: Alessandra Creed Freyu Molidias Xobos Yakieer Leven Jeyd Cali Ziiva ​

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Location: Space surrounding L'enfer
Tags: Mahaut
POV: Captain Nuala The Flash​

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Captain Nuala propped her legs up on the console of her ship as she let out a confident laugh. "Fish in a karkin' barrel!" She remarked. The Rodian watched as the members of her crew began to latch their starfighters onto the hull of the disabled transport ship. "Alright guys. Just a few at a time, if the Illyrians send backup we need to be able to get the hell outta here fast." The woman said, using the heel of her boot to shift the flight control of her own starfighter. The ship came to rest down on the hull with a few more of the fighters. Once enough of the crew had latched on, Nuala slammed her fist onto a button that started the boarding procedure. The bellies of these starfighters were outfitted with hull cutters that came to life, carving neat circles into the transport ship's hull. ​

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Nuala glanced back to the hatch in the center of her starfighter. She tapped a button on the side of her pilot's chair and the hiss of mechanical hydraulics echoed as the chair slid back to the rear of the modified X-Wing. The Rodian unfastened her buckles, looking down with a smirk before pulling a blaster pistol from it's holster. ​

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Nuala made her way through the hatch, landing in the center of the ship's main spine. She was quickly joined by a few members of her gang, totaling five in all. Three of the men carried modified holdout Blaster Rifles. Nuala turned, making their way through the hall of the ship and heading towards the transport bay. "Let's get rich." She snickered, her men chuckling behind her as they advanced through out the ship. ​

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"Oh Illyrians....come out to plaaaay." She called out. ​

Location: L'enfer, Command Center
Tags: Fleur Valencia
POV: Deck Officer Yuur'ana​

The Secondary Deck Officer, Ensign Yuur'ana had been working diligently to find the source of the comm failures. Considering all of the factors that tied into the drop, it was impossible for her to believe that it was not intentional. She was fastened on the sight until her ears caught the rapid tapping that fell from the woman ( Fleur Valencia ) who His Majesty had tasked with finding the source of the disturbance. The Twi'lek woman stared in amazement at how fast the Lady was typing. By her dress she was obviously one of the Nobility, one who managed to fit into the entourage of the King at that.​

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"My Lady..." The Twi'lek spoke out, clearing her throat as she moved away from the terminal, setting a datapad before the woman. "Excuse me but...just before the comms went down there was a signal that came from the next system. We figured it was a starship sending a transmission before entering Hyperspace but...well it's just that the signal was going on for a while. A squad of Vulture droids were dispatched but the area was empty by the time they got back." The woman revealed. She activated the datapad, showing the area where the signal had originated from. ​

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"I think I can pull up the logs. Do you think this signal could have been a part of this?" She tapped the datapad before looking to Fleur pointedly. "If you wish, I can try to find any matching signals and other anomalies." ​

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[Adron Malvern]

KING​

Tags: Alessandra Creed Freyu Molidias ​

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The Force was a tidal wave. It flowed over the King in crashing waves of emotion and surface thoughts. He'd been sure to open himself to the whispers of the Dark Side, drinking in the fear of his own people as well as the anger of those who stood against him. Now that flavor was particularly potent. Anger. He could feel it in the very core of his being, a hatred aimed towards him that he had not experienced since his years in service to the Galactic Empire. It made the hairs on the back of his neck rise with anticipation.​

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Someone wished to kill him.​

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No. ​

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Someone wished to tear apart everything he held dear. ​

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Still, he could not spare even a moment lingering in his own mind. As they moved down the hall, the King took the datapad into his hands, speaking evenly to his Queen. "I'm recalling our patrol vessels. We cannot fully blockade the planet but with all of our ships and the planetary shield there is no way a ship could slip through our defenses unnoticed." He replied to his Queen before he felt a surge in the Force. This caused his eyes to rise to gaze down the hall they were moving through. "Death." He whispered. "They kill our people. Whoever is at the root of this is deeply rooted in anger."​

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That was when the Force screamed out. It echoed, causing the King's attention to be pulled from his thoughts. A warning. A warning that did not merely echo out from the Force, but from a voice that was using the Force as a bridge to all who would listen. The King found himself echoing the final word spoken by this voice. "Le'Black." He repeated. The anger that flooded to the surface of his tone revealed a familiarity with the word. "When we took Illyria I made a comprehensive list of the planet's enemies, foreign and domestic. Most of which were rooted in the planet itself, sources of dissidents like the rebels of House Astier. Le'Black was one of the few foreign threats we identified." ​

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"Why has he returned now?" The King questioned as they approached a sealed blast door. The King stood for a spare moment before glancing up at the door carefully. "Why isn't the blast door op-" His words were cut off when he saw the security camera in the edge of the hall. It had been blasted by a slugthrower. There was some slight agitation to flow through the King. ​

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No, it was far more accurate to say he was pissed. ​

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His left hand came up, curling into a fist. The door creaked and moan in response to the pressure of the Force. The blast door's steadily curled open to reveal an ambush.​

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A number of the infiltrators had overturned crates and tables to create a barrier a few meters from the door. They trained their blasters on the approaching group, one of them yelling out. "Kill em!" ​

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Blaster fire surged. With Alessandra Creed at his side, Adron tapped into the Dark Side of the Force, using their connection to breed a well of power. His hand rose to create a shield to protect the group from the blaster fire. The crimson blaster bolts slammed into the face of the shield, dispersing one after the other. While they did, the King turned his eyes to Freyu Molidias and the members of his guard. ​

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"Alive if possible. Dead if necessary." He commanded. With that his free hand took hold of his lightsaber and there was a snap-hiss as the amethyst blade came to life by his side. Part of him was eager to cut down those that had dared to assault his homeworld. Yet his mind remained fastened at the task at hand. ​

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Defend Illyria. ​

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[Leven Jeyd]

Location: Phare du Chateau, Garde Noir, Illyria.
Equipment: Daggers.
Tagging: Xobos Yakieer ~ Cali Ziiva

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That night would be the birth of something terrible.

The young changeling was a trickster. This much was easily seen by those who spent any measure of time in her presence. Leven Jeyd, the many faced Jester, the mischievous little imp. The girl oozed charisma, drawing the eye of whoever so long as it was her intention, filling the air around her with cheer and entertainment except for those who were on the receiving end of her pranks and games. Smart as a whip, the sharpness of her mind playing right into her endless creativity. Independent, whimsical. A beggar and a chooser.

But that did not begin to delve into the very surface of what laid in wait beneath the harlequinesque façade.

Because what many forgot was that before all those things, the Jester was an actress. And it was only a very select few who ever got to peek into the terrifying things that were hidden behind a colorful veil. A young girl with a hole where a good conscience would have been, a heart that could not feel affection if it was not in an intricate, twisted manner that allowed for a sense of belonging and possession to surface. An intent, so dark for someone as young, to see her ambition and well-being furthered that would rival that of a god. And above all, willingness. Willingness to do and to say anything, no matter the immorality, no matter the consequences - if the effort was worth it.

One action that night, one simple trespass, would be the bell that would call the darkest demons of the changing Jester to come play.

The girl was running on the thin surface of a building's ledge with no difficulty, balance calibrated through years of walking tight ropes and moving around the structures of the Acrophylia's tents. One pirate was on his own, and the small Jester pounced on him like preying sabercat, knife slicing through his throat before she was gone just as quickly, back into the shadows and the heights, unseen and unheard. She continued that game, picking off the ones who strayed - or making them unknowingly forfeit the security of numbers before becoming their swift end.

It was then that what she could only describe as a chilling scream of the Force stopped her, the darkness washing over her in a desperate manner alerting her of something terrible and inevitable. One name alone rang through the corner's of the Jester's mind as her legs started carrying her at full speed into a certain direction.

Cali.

The white eyes zoned in on the twi'lek that was aiming to grab and hit her. And she knew then that she would be too late. The darkness that she usually emanated retreated within her, beginning to coil around itself in a way it never had before as though it was getting ready. Getting ready to explode. But she would not make it. Leven saw from the distance how, before the Zeltron could be touched, a saber cut through an arm and he was flung away. The utter dread that had overtaken the Jester faded.

But the darkness did not. It pushed her so much so that even her skin had began to shift its color, eyes shining in different shades as the searing hot power that was being pumped into the child fought a losing battle against the lock on her forearm - even if Leven was completely unaware of it at the moment. She reached the dying twi'lek, and the girl fell into a squat right before him. But what the twi'lek's eyes would meet was not a sly smirk, it was not a mischievous shine on her features.

It was a cold, hard, blank stare that should never belong in the face of a young one.

This man has threatened something the changeling cared for - and she would watch him die. On her terms. The twi'lek looked at her with confused terror, perhaps wondering why would a child stare at such a gruesome scene with such intensity. And then the darkness broke loose.

In one swift motion her blades were turned on the lekku of the twi'lek, pushing his agony beyond limits that simply weren't comprehensible to any who did not belong to the tailheaded species as one anger-filled tear rolled down the Jester's cheek. That was the lengths to which her punishment would go, her revenge for even an uncompleted attempt on bringing her harm through harming one she cared for. It was only when Leven knew the pirate would pass out that the knife finally found its way to his chest and set him free from the pain.

As the darkness receded once again Leven felt lightheaded, the tension that had just kept her muscles stiff was difficult to dismiss. She was unaware if there were any onlookers and did not care about the example she had just made out of the man who attacked their home. As soon her body was free to move again, the girl turned until she saw Cali before darting towards the Zeltron like a bat out of the netherworld - checking for herself that the princess was indeed unscathed before latching onto her, small arms surrounding the Zeltron's middle in a hug. Perhaps the first time the changeling had ever displayed affection in such a manner for anything in the galaxy.

Leven let go after a few seconds, a shaky breath coming out of her while she battled the darkness into its usual calmness once more, silently musing to herself that the princess was indeed fine. It was then easy to see the root of the indescribable anger she had just felt. Leven had not been offended by the pirate, nor had she felt wronged. Leven had been afraid. That was something so much more powerful than hate.

But they still had a fire to stop, and this time Leven would not stray from Cali's side. Not again.

 

[Alessandra Creed]

B L A C K F L A G​

Location: L'enfer Command [Hall]
Tags: Andromeda Malvern | Adron Malvern | Cali Ziiva | Xobos Yakieer | Leven Jeyd | Danielle Mueller | Freyu Molidias | Mahaut

Alessandra frowned.​

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Sometimes she believed that they relied on Illyria too much. They also held positions in one of the largest nations in the galaxy. Surely, they could requisition enough ships to protect their world while it entered a golden age of technology. This was something that the Confederacy more than handled regularly. It was a balance between personal pride, and wishing not to be indebted.​

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She hoped their people didn’t suffer for it.​

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“I’m less concerned with them getting in. I don’t want them getting away. Or calling reinforcements.”​

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The Queen was wry in her response, though, it wasn’t due to her husband. She was distracted by reaching into the Force. He had done the same. She could feel the call, the lure, a soft song in the dark that always lingered in the back of her mind. The way he spoke affirmed that he had done the same. She could feel the death wave pour through the hall while life energy was whisked back into the Force. Like water circling the drain. Senseless, death. “They do not know anger.”​

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Not yet, though. They soon would.​

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The fiery woman was not known for holding her tongue any more than she was known for leashing her temper. Adron could have a similar disposition when the situation called for it but he was far more adept at burying it in favor of pragmatism. “I remember the name—And a rap sheet so long it needed its own data-storage.”, she responded lightly, though, her brow creased while she focused on the voice. Who was it? There was an edge of familiarity that almost made her feel as if she were in two places at once.​

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If she could but lift the veil—She would see.​

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No. Not now. Alessandra shook her head and black curls tumbled against her shoulders as she did so. This was not the moment to get lost in the Force. She needed to be present and clear of mind. Ale could feel her husband's anger rise when he saw the broken camera, the closed door, and could only brace while he ripped it apart to allow them entry. They were met with blasters. Yelling, angry heathens.​

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She reached back and let her hand press against Adron’s back to strengthen their connection when they began to fire. Her power was his and vice versa. What he needed; she would unthinkingly provide. The dark-eyed woman remained silent while he gave orders to the members of the guard and the rest of the entourage. Instead, she focused on absorbing the energy from blaster bolts that didn’t deflect elsewhere. She had a feeling she would need more energy. Not less.​

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His orders were clear. Alive, if possible, not dead.​

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She would try.​

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A hole ripped in the shield that Adron created and Alessandra raised her palm, flat out, and a ball of fire began to form. The light shot from her hand without warning and the shield restored while she curved it toward their enemies. It might hurt them. It might incinerate them. It all depended on if they were stupid enough to stand still and take the hit.​

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She could feel her husband raising his lightsaber and she mentally shifted to maintain the shield for him. The Queen could raise and lower it as needed to provide support, rather, than charging in headfirst. As much as she wanted to destroy these cretins, she also knew their own value. Sending Freyu Molidias out ahead of them was not only the smart thing; but necessary.​

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Illyria would be harmed by this loss. But, it would fall if both leaders went down in one event.​

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“Call if you need support.”​

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She could play overwatch. Protect—Take shots where she could. It wasn’t her preferred role.​

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But it would do. For now.​

 

[Freyu Molidias]

Tag: Adron Malvern | Alessandra Creed

Freyu raised her gaze at the amethyst king 's recollection of the name L'Black. If the warning from the anonymous psychic proved correct then no amounts of caution were too much. The mongrel L'Black may have already known the king and queen were on the station, a possibility Freyu treated as a certainty. They were afforded no guarantees of their attacker's ignorance to their presence aboard, and neither would she dare act as much. While the giantess had not lived long amongst the Illyrian people, nor even the most learned of their history, these shortcomings did not change her loyalty. The wellbeing of the monarchs were set before her own and the present attack was nothing but a direct attempt on their lives in her mindset.

She would serve L'Black's head on a plate if her talons were the first to sink into him.

Alarm twisted her gut the moment the blast doors had flown open. In mere seconds the giant surged forward, heeding the command the king issued as she passed after stepping aside to let the queen's fire leap ahead. Due to her size she was a hulking target, a fact proven as bolts found purchase on her frame. If she recognized the pain her behavior did not show it, the cavities filling themselves as her form was changed. Flesh and bone were swift to break and warp into the mold of a beast, white-haired and monstrous, a creature with nothing but violence in its eyes. The warden's true face.

Bolts splashed against the beast's thick hide as she barreled forward to try and garner the attacker's attention. Freyu's growl became muffled as her maw was filled with the shoulder of a pirate and after she thrashed him against a crate she threw the man into another pirate. She then turned to face more of the raiders when she had felt hot lashes of blaster fire strike her back.

Lips turned into a snarl before the jaws opened wide, releasing a malice-infused bellow to wash over the guard's prey.

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[Cali Ziiva]

Cali's eyes were fixed on the crashed ship and the granary it threatened to engulf in flames -- or chemicals. She'd already begun plotting a mental map of how to approach the area, examine the damage, and hopefully contain the threat before it breached the containers when her anti-cuteness senses started tingling. Her head pivoted to the side for her bright gaze to fix on a very, very large man that seemed in dire need of a Zeltron. Really wasn't the time for that -- and she wasn't available to entertain people at that moment.

Her forward progress had been halted by the sudden intrusion; but before Cali could take any overt action of her own, a cross Miraluka showed up to handle the matter. That was putting it politely. Xobos occupied her time choking the man, cutting his arm off, and then snapping his neck against a stack of metal. You know... 'handled' the matter.

The Zeltron's countenance hadn't darkened, it remain as seemingly far-away as it had been when a man suddenly tried to grab her. Though Cali would have been lying if she said the entire.... exchange hadn't been just a tiny bit upsetting. Kind of like the rage pouring off the Sieur of the town. "Right." A smile sprang up on her lips despite the negative energy that'd come and lingered in the area.

Cali watched Xobos dash off for just a moment before she turned to resume her trek. Which is when Jester suddenly appeared with her arms about the pink one's waist. A soft peep of surprise followed before she turned her upper body around to look down at the cute and deadly woman. Seemed like the oppressive negative energy had lifted recently; it'd persisted even with Xobos moving away, but now it was gone. Kind of strange, but then she hadn't been paying attention to any Twi'lek being torn apart by the changeling either.

A few blinks followed as she regarded the other woman for just a second or two. A quick jab of her thumb in the direction of the granary followed. A smile sprung to her lips again, and then she -- they -- were off. Seemed like everyone was short on words right now. That was okay though. Wasn't too much to convey at the moment that needed lengthy prose.

There was a lot of shouting and dying going on in the area, which prickled the periphery of her thoughts, but Cali was pretty good at fixating on something she wanted. So that's what she did. Save the granary so people could eat, and keep Xobos happy. First, she'd visit the helpful firefighters since they probably got a sense of things being closer soon. Then try to get a visual on where the most risk by the ship and the collateral damage was. If they could keep the harmful stuff at bay long enough to contain, suppress, or let it burn out that should work. More likely than if they tried moving all that grain anyway; plus they had to keep from soaking it with water. All the work needed to stay outside of the bins.

Tag: Xobos Yakieer | Leven Jeyd | The High Court of Illyria

Spoiler: ooc

Sorry, board didn't let me know people had posted last week, and it was a busy week IRL.

 

[Adron Malvern]

DEFEAT?​

Tags: Freyu Molidias | Alessandra Creed ​

Sometimes Adron was appreciative of the fools who felt a need to strike out against him.

As his amethyst lightsaber severed the spine of one of the infiltrators, he stepped back with a smirk coming to his lips. This would be over in a matter of seconds. His expression was even and held true as he brought his lightsaber up to narrowly deflect two blaster bolts aimed for his chest. He'd been fighting in an offensive form of Shi-Cho, yet he quickly switched from the more reserved lightsaber form to the more rampant Ataru. Harder to keep up and easier to utilize, it was superior when facing multiple enemies.

He leaped into the air, flowing over two of the pirates. As he landed behind them, his lightsaber lashed out with hellish intent. Their heads soon rolled from their shoulders as the King flourished his lightsaber lightly. A man yelled out, causing Adron's eyes to lift up and glance back at the pirate. He ran towards the King with a raised vibroknife, however the unflinching King merely exhaled at the display.

A Vibrosword pierced the man's gut as the armored form of one of his Royal Guard came to the side of the King, running the man through with expert precision.

The King turned his eyes to Freyu Molidias who was working expertly to dispatch the pirates. With only a few of the men remaining, Adron tapped into the depths of the Dark Side. His conscious flowed out, taking in the minds of these pirates, noticing how they particularly looked to Freyu with nothing short of pure fear. He drew on that fear, feasted on it so deeply that it caused his amethyst eyes to shine even brighter than they had only a moment ago. "Live in your fear." He practically whispered as his hand rose towards the pirates.

Each of the men had a seed of fear for Freyu, but now it had become a crippling sensation that caused their knees to buckle and the blasters to fall from their hands. They looked at the beast that feasted on the blood of their friends, their comrades. The creature that ripped men limb from limb until they were nothing more than a demon's chew toy.

It was amusing. Watching the men fall to the ground, screaming as if they had been overtaken by a pit of vipers. The Sith Lord watched his lightsaber extinguish before his eyes went wide as the Force flowed over him.

Danger.

"Get back!" He called out to Freyu and his guard.

That was when the hold they were in were rocked from an explosion. Fire and smoke filled the room for a fraction of a moment before a vacuum sucked it into the depths of space. The only thing that kept Adron and Freyu from floating into oblivion was the ray shield that came alive to section off the breach in L'enfer's hull.

The King was dazed from the explosion. He'd been thrown to his feet onto the hard floor below. Blood leaked from a superficial gash on his head, but it smeared his hair against his brow making it seem a bit worse than it was. His ears were ringing and he coughed from the momentary vacuum that had sucked out most of the air the room had held. "Damn it!" He grunted, pushing himself to his knees.

The man looked up and what he saw caused his eyes to narrow.

Bodies. In the space around L'enfer there were a number of bodies floating outside of the station. The same bodies the King had been rushing to save. His eyes took in the sight and he could not fathom what had happened, however his eyes did spy a single warship floating away from the station. As it floated out from L'enfer a cloaking field suddenly wrapped around the starship, allowing it to disappear completely. The station's weapon systems had come online and were firing out into the darkness, however it was obvious they were not finding home.

The King stared out into the darkness for a moment before turning back to ensure his wife and guards had survived the disaster.
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[Mahaut]

~ Location: The Maidenhair, Space surrounding L'enfer ~
~ Wearing: xxx ~ Company: Gabin; Amer ~
~ Tag: The High Court of Illyria ~

There was no time at all to be lost as Amer led her Sieur towards the transport bay. As they navigated the red tinged hallways, more of her guard slowly joined rank - three in total. Lights flickered momentarily, something hissed, and Mahaut heard Sir Duncan in the footstep volley:

"Might I suggest a fully-realized security detail, Lady Archam? Up to ten men, including Sergeant Amer, armed as appropriate, not to guard above all your yield - but rather you yourself."

It hadn't been a question, not truly, and she was suddenly very glad she had not treated it as one. Had rather heeded his recommendation. Her guard were here, then, to protect her in her nonexistent grace against an unknown enemy. Even so, her survival instinct was anything but upright. Years of servitude to a glorified slave driver had weathered such nature to a shambled foundation, which he subsequently condemned. She, herself, was then left weary to once again stand upon it. If vitality was a flag flying in the wind of combative adversity, Mahaut was all too ready to cut it loose and watch it float on yonder...yonder...gone.

It was fortunate then, for Bon Havre's overall sake - they liked her or no - that her fate was not her device this day. It fell into Amer's calloused hands, altogether gentler than her own.

"M'lady, get behind me," one of the men that had already been stationed in the transport bay, said. Mahaut blinked away much of her preoccupation in order to sweep behind him. She wasn't hidden there, as her dress had just enough volume to announce the presence everything about her personality could yet not, but at least was shielded.

One before her.
One behind.
Two beside, left and right.
That package tucked behind a structural alcove.

Two more hidden nearest the only blast doors in. Amer further back, crouched warden at a middle point.

 

[The High Court of Illyria]

DESPERATION​

Tags: Mahaut ​

Location: Space surrounding L'enfer
Tags: Mahaut
POV: Captain Nuala The Flash

There was no heart like that of an Illyrian Guardsmen set on defending the Noble he called his ward.
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When the Rodian woman and her pilots dismounted their X-wings they never imagined what laid before them. The men believed to be assailing nothing more than a trade ship making a delivery to L'enfer, why would it have a trained guard team on it? These were questions that were never answered. As the group moved down into the ship's main bay. The blast doors were closed, seemingly sealed from the inside of the hold. This caused one of the men to smirk as he approached the control panel. "Musta ran to the transport bay to hide, don't blink I'll have this open in a sec Captain." He said, calling back to the Rodian woman. Nuala hesitated for a moment as she stared at the door, before looking back down the hall.

"Hurry up...Black's probably pulled out by now, we gotta make this quick. Take what you can carry and-" That was when the door came open with a soft hiss. The pirate chuckled, stepping back from the control panel and pulling a blaster from his waist with a smirk. "Told ya, Captain, systems like these are easy to override."

The man turned, making his way into the double doors, yet Nuala was still hesitant. "Yea...whatever you say." She took one step forward before blaster fire rained out over the group. Immediately, the pirate who'd sliced the door and a large Kaleesh who stood beside him were laid upon their backs, dead with streaks of smoke rising from their chests.

"Oh, shi-!" Nuala raised her blaster rifle, firing blindly into the hold before another of her crew took a blaster bolt to his chest, falling to the floor dead. "Run!" Nuala yelled. She wasted no time turning her back to her enemy, running from the hail of blaster fire. The mane beside her attempted to run as well, yet he took a blaster round to his leg, causing him to slam into the hard durasteel below. Nuala made it a few feet before suddenly feeling a hot rush in the back of her shoulder. She yelled out, crying as she was thrown from her feet, her blaster landing a few feet from where she'd fallen.

No. No. No. She panicked, trying to crawl to the blaster rifle that laid across from her.
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[Mahaut]

~ Location: The Maidenhair, Space surrounding L'enfer ~
~ Wearing: xxx ~ Company: Gabin; Amer ~
~ Tag: The High Court of Illyria ~

There was a barrage of heavy fire like a burst of intense rain falling on a tin mining hut roof.

Fortunately, it had mostly been Illyrian.

Or... Mahaut squeezed from between her protectors as silence stretched on. She walked towards the opened blast doors, taking in the efficient carnage around her. Bolt scorching. Bodies. Unfortunate, certainly for the pirates.

The tension could have been cut with a butter knife at tea time, but what did it was a stun blast - one, two pangs radiating through the thin air. Mahaut recoiled, eyes snapping to the noise's source ahead of her.

Amer, turned, approached the Sieur. "I'm sorry, M'lady. It was not my intention to startle you, but two of the boarders remain. What shall we do with them?"

Above deck, a hail was extended to L'enfer in hopes of securing docking clearance. The Maidenhair had but one perceivable place to go. Doing so might prove a security risk, but free-floating in space with limited on-board defenses to speak of was perhaps a larger one.

 

[Freyu Molidias]

Tag: Adron Malvern | Alessandra Creed

The amethyst king preferred taking the assailants alive, a desire that only put a small damper on Freyu's prejudice. While she made certain most would survive the fact remained that such unfortunate fools did not require all their limbs to survive. It was a rather sweet reimbursement for her mercy.

Dark talons splattered crimson trails as the beast tore into those too frozen in fear to flee. Blaster bolts were snuffed out on Freyu's hide, having singed her fur after they splashed over the monster's skin. As soon as she expected victory the king's voice rang out, and once she quirked an ear to heed his words she was no longer standing. Air rushed out of the cabin, and the crate thrown into Freyu's ribs hurt a little more than she would have admitted. She was sent sprawling toward the airlock while leaving deep cuts on the room's floor, each slash an unsuccessful attempt to latch on. She was pulled back around and saw only the void and its pinpricks of light.

And a crate.

And a rayshield.

While the crate slammed into the rayshield she landed on the box on all fours, claws digging in hard during gravity's millisecond pause.

She landed with a heavy thump, her shape cracking and bending back into the Pantoran face. Having drawn herself back to her feet she stood with a quiet huff, wiping away the blood from her cheek as she turned to assess the status of both king and queen.