Cannibal Carnival | CIS Dominion of Miranda [R-41]

[Kurenai Yumi]

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Location: Near Pandemonium the large tent things
Objective: Rescue Op
People Nearby: [member="Aurelia"] [member="Josiah Denko"]
Post: 1

Another days another special ops mission for the CIS and their log books, thing's had certainly gone to heck on this world, it almost made that alien blood cult forest from before look tame. Didn't help that their were many a wandering spirits around, the ice cold chill in the force that would make anyone shiver, even a harden soilder like herself. Still there was nothing to be done, those that were dead were dead, nothing could be done for them, only those witches form the Mandawatchamacall it could properly see to their safe resting. Today, it would be a more traditional mission, one she had undertaken many times.

The armored figure keeled on a rock, eyes glazing over the strange encampment below, the mountains giving the place a natural barrier to wandering eyes, but also allowed one to find many vantage points to scout out the area. Not that she;d expect a planet full of flesh eating people to understand basic strategy, most likely this was just were enough ships had crashed to make this 'settlement'. Perhaps a better word would be slaughter house, the smell of blood heavy in the air, Kurenai's vampiric senses easily zoning in on the delightful smell that lingered, even if it felt wrong. "He, ironic, me, a vampire being turned off by people eating other people... mother would be ashamed of me".

Still she could understand why such people had turned to cannibalize, on such a barren world, without many wild animals to hunt or proper agricultural know how it was either eat or be eaten, though how mortals came to like the taste of human flesh was beyond her. Being a vampire blood had a totally different taste, texture, it was something that smelt sweat to her kinds, but for humans and other mortals it was quite the opposite.. From what she knew to a human blood and flesh had a bitter taste, a sicking after effect that made one want to throw up and from seeing the many camp sites along the way most of the tribes did not cook their meals.

Stepping down from the ledge she opened up the a com channel to the nearby CIS members, with going up again such a barbaric foe risk of technological warfare was all but naught. "Crimson here, I can't see any movement outside the tent area currently, I've got a feeling that most of the bogies are waiting inside for us or are to preoccupied with other business to bother, though I'd keep a sharp eye out, never know what can happen". Being cannibals the natives probably had some interesting trick to hunt other humans, if past experiences were to be of any help hostages and children traps were an ideal for such. "If you want I can scout in ahead and let you two have your 'fun', all I'm here to do is get anyone who isn't a T-bone steak back to the extraction point".

 

[Taramaz Arcturus]

Post: 1
Objective: 3 - City of the Living (City of the Sane)
Wearing: Obsidian-Type Strike Armour, Knight's Obsidian Ring, Romanus Shield
Wielding: Obsidian Lightsaber, Mandalorian Heavy Pistol, K-406 Combat Ripper (On leather sash hung around torso) DXR6 Heavy Carbine (On back)
Theme: Fight Like Hell
Tags: [Member=Alora Fae]

He got up and fastened his armour and weapons around him in his Scimitar-Class Star Courier as his ship approached the planet Miranda, he walked into the Drop pod section, and pressed a button, opening the doors to it, and stepping inside, grabbing his Heavy Carbine in his hands. The drop pod was small it might've held two people, provided slightly squished next to each other uncomfortably. He waited a few moments, enough time for Alora to get in with him, getting squished a bit. Then pressed the button when he was in the ideal orbital position, launching the drop pod, it was headed to the city, Cane City.

Unfortunately, something hit it on the way down, sending it off course, spiralling right into a tall cliff, making a hole, turning the drop pod onto it's side, the door facing downwards, they were caught in a tree. He tried opening the door, but it wouldn't budge, from both the emergency release and the button. So he looked at Alora, put his left hand on her stomach to keep her in place, then kicked the drop pod door open, looking them down at the long and deadly drop, with a few ledges here and there.

He looked at Alora again. "This may not be pleasant, infact I know it won't be. But, I have a grappling rope on my armour, so, I can either attach it here, then start a dangerous descent down the mountains, and hope it goes far enough down, get to my ship, come back and rescue you, which will take a good half hour or more. Or I can attach the rappelling rope I brought with me up here, then climb down while holding onto you. Not amazing options, but they're our safest."

 

[Saraya Arenais]

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Objective: City of the Living​

With: [member=Taramaz Laurs]​

Post: Two​

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Alora followed quickly behind her new partner. She knew little about him but she'd been asked to accompany him so accompany him she would. The doors to the drop pod whooshed open in front of them and Alora reluctantly stepped inside. It definitely was a squeeze fitting two of them inside, especially considering the heavy carbine her partner was clutching, but no matter. They'd only been in the drop pod for a matter of minutes. She was used to the violent shaking and the intense heat that came coupled with being in a drop pod but it didn't necessarily mean she enjoyed them. She was definitely getting used to them though.

A high pitched squeak escaped her lips when something smacked into the side of the heavy metal casing surrounding them. The drop pod lurched dramatically to one side, knocking them completely off course. The spinning sensation caused by being knocked off course made Alora's pale skin turn a sickly green. If it were possible Alora would have tightened the safety straps around herself to the point where she couldn't breath but the motions the drop pod made as it fell prevented her from doing anything but concentrating on not being sick all over Taramaz.

A calming hand rested on her stomach, followed by an exceeding loud bang when Taramaz kicked the drop pod door open. Air streamed through the gaping hole, though Alora would be hard pressed to call it fresh. It stank of something that had been dead for a long, long time. After releasing the harness strapped around her shoulder she stood, rather shakily, to her feet. Taramaz's voice drifted into her ears and brought her round from the shock of crashing.

'Attach me to you. I am not wanting to be left here in this metal death box.'

Taking a few steps forward Alora took the risk of leaning out of the drop pod door to take a look at the descent they would have to make. Heights didn't exactly bother her but this was beyond high. She desperately hoped her partner knew what he was doing.

 

[Lirka Ka]

Lirka swung her sword, a pitiful replacement for her Klaive, at anything that got in her way: though it ended up being nigh exclusively branches and other poor fauna that was cut to bits and pieces by the humming Vibroblade. A snarl coming from helmed head, amusing enough to see the dent still rent in it’s side from where it had been so violently removed from head on Seltos.

She heard activity and for better or worse she followed it. Tracks of other people, likely Confederacy in the ground. Of course she sadly didn’t have her HUD to actually snag any of the particularly good info, it had been busted by the same dent that caved in part of her helmet.

Lirka was remarkably beast like when she was mad, maybe a demon of myth like what she modeled her armor off of. Her eyes flared venom at the only thing she actually saw move and it quickly scattered, likely a civilian, she didn’t care: it shouldn’t get in her way. Of course she eventually entered Pademonium, or whatever it was. She just growled and kept moving, the civilians kept their distance from the evidently very very mad Marshal. Like little specters her Honor Guard followed in, keeping their distance as commanded.

Finally she saw some people she knew were Confederacy: not wasting any time to shout what was on her mind.

“Is this the place!?”

Of course the question came out far more aggressively than she wanted.

[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] [member="Eternal Flatulence"] [member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Srina Talon]

Interacting With: [member="Eternal Flatulence"] + Carnies of Pandemonium
Accompanying: [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Darth Ivum"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="Lirka Ka"]

Darth Metus told her to be easy and her jaw tightened against her will. His comfort was there. She could feel his presence like a lifeline, ever there, protective and secure. But it still didn’t change her feelings about this place. He could taste the darkside. The iron and flame. Srina could taste the death. It was cloying, sickeningly sweet, and smelled of flowery perfume that had been dripped on rotting meat. There was nothing in this gray and dreary world that would allow her a modicum of relaxation.

Her visions were not helping. There were screams in the air. Cries, howls, and the Dauntless did not seem to hear it at all. Her Master did. He nodded at her and she nodded back in mutual understanding.

What must be; would be.

The children of Darth Metus [[member="Darth Ivum"] and @Dianah Vi’Dreya] arrived one by one. She was used to new faces appearing, every so often, but these at least she remained familiar with. It was a change of pace that neither of these two seemed to loathe her. There was something about his progeny in which they seemed to find contempt in her very existence. She did not know why. At this point, she simply didn’t react to it anymore.

She could not smile at Dianah as she typically would have. At least, despite her glacier façade, she would have tried. In this world, she could only keep looking at their surroundings. Carefully. “You should come to see me in places more hospitable than this.”, she intoned lightly, both welcoming, and more than a little distracted. Another man approached, one she had read of in reports, and she nodded her head at [member="Jaron Lesan"]. He didn’t speak to her, at least, not directly.

‘Embrace your fear, let it flow through you.’

Her eyes hardened. Srina Talon was not afraid. She was wary, rightfully so, because of the conditions that ran through this place. She needed her sharpness, her focus, that led her through the most violent of battles time and time again. Quite possibly, the worst Sith Apprentice ever, she refused to fall to baser emotions to ‘draw strength’ when she felt it was unnecessary.

They followed the child. She moved at the side of Darth Metus, surrounded by the Dauntless, and his children. There were CIS reinforcements on the way. She had even sensed [member="Lirka Ka"] not far off. They had worked together previously. Her passive Force use made it so that those she had become aware of would have a difficult time sneaking up on her. Once they arrived to what appeared to be a garish settlement, full of deformed, shocking faces—Srina found that her grip on her saber tightened.

They did not look friendly. As the little girl rushed forward towards a rusted carousel of metal horses and the area lit up—she could see even more bodies. She could sense them. Pressing in on all sides, moving in the shadows, bearing down on them, without saying a word. There were muted growls and high pitched peals of laughter rolling through the air.

Lirka arrived and Srina acknowledged the Sephi with a nod of her head. “This is, perhaps, the place.”

Silver eyes rose to a meet that of a man that came to greet them. He wore a large striped hat and his teeth were far more rotten than that of the little girl. His clothing was tattered, and, if she was not mistaken the once white undershirt was matted with caked, dry, blood. He’d either been hurt grievously, or, had harmed someone else. “We are looking for our people. They were stranded. Their ships and equipment should have born this symbol.”, she raised her arm and a holographic projection of the hexagonal emblem they used so much appeared, turning on its axis.

The townsfolk started to speak amongst themselves, their voices a chorus of mumbling, along with the extremely old carnival music that played. Srina hadn’t heard anything like it before.

“We mean you no harm. We only search for our—“, Srina stopped in mid-sentence as a blur of motion caused her to move. Her hand snapped something out of the air, lightning quick, and it turned out to be a rusted sickle that one of the carnies had thrown at her face. Her eyes fixated on the ringleader in the top hat who began to back away and laugh hysterically. Srina dropped the old weapon and tightened her grip on her lightsaber. Her stomach had sunk a long time ago. Now? She could see where this was headed. Where it had always been headed, once, the followed the little toothless girl.

“MEAT! IT’S BACK ON THE MENU BOYS!”​

The voice of the ringleader bellowed through through the air among rancid cackles. The rest of the deformed crowd howled and wailed in agreement as they moved in an uncoordinated wave to attack the whole party.

 

[Naedira Darcrath]

Location: Dead Hollow [Headed Toward the Carousel Throne]​

In the Company Of: @Kyle Naktis + Anyone else that wants to tag along​

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Naedira kept the line of Knights that moved swiftly at her command in a tight formation. There was too much open area on this gray, dingy, ugly planet. She could sense the presence of spirits that remained in a state of unrest and their sorrows caused her to focus even more carefully on what lay ahead. Their state was sad, and perhaps, and exorcism would be necessary—but at the moment they were a distraction at best. They didn’t offer information.

The ghosts just screamed as if they were still burning.

The whispered words of a Knight at her side caused her slow her pace for a brief moment. Her eyes flickered toward him, hidden, behind the Obsidian strike-amour mask. She could only assume that she was making a joke to add some levity to such an inhospitable place. “Blame the Vicelord. Tickets to Castagne and Naboo were all sold out.”

She returned the joke in kind. Most everyone knew that this mission wasn’t a choice so much as it was a necessity. An order. The CIS, admirably, yet stupidly, did not leave their own behind. Even at the potential cost of their own peril. She resumed her previous pace and raised her right arm in the air to signal that the two Knights behind her fan out and press forward. This one was bent over, and for a moment, she thought he might throw up. “You’ll get used to dropships.”

“Or at least I hope you will. We use them enough.”

He stood back up and she nodded, motioning, that they keep up with their peers. This was one place they didn’t want to get left behind. When he mentioned that he wasn’t fully briefed on what they were doing she was surprised. How could he not know? “I’m Naedira Darcrath. What’s your name Knight?”

She waited for him to respond before launching into a brief description of their mission parameters. “We’ve been looking for planets that can offer mining opportunities. A lot of our people went missing in this area. We’re trying to find them and this looks like a likely spot.”

“The asteroid field could have pummeled their ships and left them without any options but to make landfall.”, she trailed off, before her head darted to the side, having seen movement among some of the dead calcified trees. She called for the Knights that she had sent ahead to scout on the comm. No response. “Keep your eyes—”

Naedira couldn’t even finish the sentence before a presence swept through her and an inhumane roar filled the air. Something tackled her to the ground with an audible thud. It happened so fast that it took the wind out of her, but, she adapted. Her attacker was big, burly, and smelled of dead things. She rolled away to get her bearings and noted that his face was covered in paint and he was holding a rusted piece of metal that had been sharpened. He didn’t speak, he just scrambled after her, and a cursory glance told her that he had friends.

“Naktis! Behind you!”

Naedira pulled her sidearm free from a kneeling position and shot the freak three times in the chest.

He didn’t get back up.

 

[Kyle Naktis]

LOCATION
Dead Hollow

ALLIES
[member="Naedira Darcrath"]

OBJECTIVE

Kyle Naktis walked along side Naedira listening to her words. She had mentioned naboo. Naboo would be better than this place. He then listened to her mention mining potentials and missing comrades. This wasn't a surprise, look at this place. Kyle shook the thoughts out of his head as he walked. He had only worked with CIS once before, it's the mission that made him become an Obsidian Knight. A fight on Kamino, Kyle had killed the Imperial Remanant leader there that was the main objective.

Kyle heard Naedira stop in her words and Kyle sensed why. Something was near.....he could feel it. Suddenly something big and ugly tackled Naedira and Kyle quickly ignited both his red and purple lightsabers. Then Kyle heard Naedira yell and shoot something behind him killing it. That wasn't all though, Kyle could feel it. Kyle raised his hand to Naedira and did a hand motion of shhh.

Kyle looked around and then saw it peeking around a tree nearby. Kyle threw his lightsaber at the tree cutting it in half, the lightsaber came back and Kyle caught it to watch something or someone come from behind the tree and then fall over in two pieces. Kyle had cut it in half. Kyle looked to Naedira.

There something the Vice Lord isn't telling us? What the kriff are these things.....

Kyle walked up to the big one Naedira killed and examined it, noting under the face paint it had a disfigured face, missing teeth and it smelled horribly.

Whatever this is, it's ugly, it smells, and it don't want us here. She should be cautious, I don't think these two are the only ones.

Kyle turned back to Naedira deactivating his lightsabers and putting them on his belt then walked towards Naedira and offered her a helping hand up.

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[Kaden Farr]

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NETHERWORD​

Miranda​

WITH: [member="Daisy Americus"]​

Post: two​

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If there was one time in a galactic year when Kaden would be able to reach the world of the living with ease, the day of the dead was it. The holiday took on many names in many various cultures, but they all had the same premise. It was a night when the dead were celebrated and the things which lurked in the darkness and went bump in the night were celebrated. Tonight Kaden was going to receive the help he was looking for. Tonight someone was going to know that his soul was trapped and that he wanted a way out. The Netherworld was not the place for him, and despite the deep darkness that beckoned him to traverse deeper into places he had never explored before, Kaden wanted his freedom.

He focused his energy on the woman he had connected to once before. She was a strong point in the world of the living, a beacon that he could lock onto. Kaden was unsure why she was so strong to him, but the fact remained they had some kind of connection that traversed beyond the physical realm.

A chill of darkness ran down his back as the voice called to him. "Come to me child," it always beckoned him, and the more he traveled into the netherworld the louder the voice became. Something wanted him, but Kaden refused to move further in. He wanted out, afraid that if he ventured toward this voice anymore that he would be completely gone. It prayed on his rage, the hatred that he harbored toward the one responsible for his death. She gloated, he knew it, bragging that she took advantage of his weak heart and ended his life. Hatred welled deep within him, and the Mando'ad wanted to live again for one reason, revenge.

His voice called out to the blonde as he appeared before her.

"Save me."

It was the same message as before, though this time he could see her. Kaden could see the planet and he could see the woman. It was clear as though his own feet were walking the wicked and evil soil of the world where the Confederacy gathered.

"Save me."

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[Daisy Americus]

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Location: Near Cale City [Closer to Dead Hollow]​

Tag: [member="Kaden Mantis"] | [member="Roy Americus"] | [member="Jo Americus"]​

[member="Roy Americus"] wasn’t the only one who had difficulties on the landing. Daisy had managed to make landfall without any real issue but the door to the gosh darn drop pod wouldn’t budge. The blonde woman had pulled off her purple and white helmet in frustration and it had taken everything in her power not to beat it against the door until something gave. Thankfully, she loved her beskar, and would never use it for a battering ram when she really didn’t need to.

Someone would find her.

Tapping her comms that seemed to be on the fritz she tried to signal both [member="Jo Americus"] and Roy but to no real avail. In the distance, she could see shanty-houses and shacks that she assumed someone had to live in. No one seemed interested in the drop pod that she’d taken, stupidly, alone because there had been an odd number.

<< Paw this-----door----gorram it!>>

Was about all either man would hear through the static. Eventually, the sun-kissed woman got irritated and began to look for weak points in the seal. She lowered her shoulder, stood back, and then ran at the hatch in a certain spot, so that she might dislodge it. She subconsciously accessed the Force in her frustration and charged head several times to try and knock it off its hinges. Just when her shoulder started to get sore she was successful and the hatch to the drop pod blew off with enough force that it went flying off into the gritty ground.

It stuck halfway up in the air, waving back and forth, making a metallic clang.

Daisy stumbled down to her knees and heaved a few deep breaths for a long moment. She cursed under her breath, creatively, and could only rest on her haunches for a long moment. She didn’t mind enclosed spaces when she knew she could get out. But when she felt trapped? Locked in? Not so much.

When she stood up she came face to face with a ghost that she thought she’d left behind on Tarsunt. He walked toward her and Daisy remained still as stone as her face began to grow pale. There was a sense of darkness around this spirit that outweighed the rest of the area. Madsy had taught her how to protect her mind and her eyes closed, squeezing shut, as her hand rose to cover her ears. “You’re not here. You’re not here. You’re not here.”

Save me.

All she could hear was save me. So loud. It was all she could hear.

A whispered howl.

“You are not here!”

Crystalline blue-green eyes opened.

He was still there.

She swallowed hard. Chit.

 

[Taramaz Arcturus]

Post: 2
Objective: 3 - City of the Living (City of the Sane)
Wearing: Obsidian-Type Strike Armour, Knight's Obsidian Ring, Romanus Shield
Wielding: Obsidian Lightsaber, Mandalorian Heavy Pistol, K-406 Combat Ripper (On leather sash hung around torso) DXR6 Heavy Carbine (On back)
Theme: Wake the White Wolf - Metal
Tags: [Member=Alwine Lechner] [Member=Alora Fae]

He rummaged in the Drop pod's supplies, looking for rope. It took him a few moments, but he found it, sturdy rope to tie himself and Alora together with, and a rappelling rope. He pulled it out of the supply area, and hooked the rappelling rope onto the roof of the drop pod, then again onto the thickest branch of the tree they had landed on. Next, he tied Alora to him by her waist. He then looked to her, while tying the rappelling rope onto the rope that connected them.

"Ready?" His strike armour mask went up, covering his face and he moved to the drop pod doorway, and peered down. "When I said rappelling from the pod, I really meant bungee jumping with style, and a hell of a lot more danger."

He jumped out of the pod, pushing his legs together and arms to his sides, then turned his head directly up, looking at the ground. He then went into a spread eagle position as he got nearer to the ground, the rope caught him, pulling him back up a metre or two. Then it bounced a few more times before finally stopping. His hand drifted to his lightsaber, and he ignited it, cutting them down from the rope, and he dropped the three metres to the ground. Then deactivated his saber, and put it back on his belt, untying them. He then took a piece of metal like rope and tied them to each other, with about five metres length in the rope between them, the reason: to stop one of them from being taken and lost.

He then straightened himself, and opened his shield. He then bent his neck to both sides, emitting an audible pop from each movement, and primed his carbine, sliding a knob back, then let it recoil forward with a click. He took a step forward, the rope between him and Alora slack, and his foot sank into a swamp like puddle of dirt, almost like quick sand, but different. He pulled it out, and looked at a few slugs that had attached themselves to the boot, and wiped them off on the grass. He then brought up a local map of the environment on his HUD, then transferred it to a holopad, making a 3D image. He stared at Alora for perhaps a few seconds too long before saying, in his now somewhat robotic voice.

"Shall we move out?"

 

[Paragon of Virtue]

The little girl heard the meat shout as well. She stared from atop of her rusty carousel mare that was still going round in circles, the most dissatisfied of expressions upon her sickly face. This was not how things were supposed to go. Some of the people that had dropped from the sky had not even gone on the carousel yet! And besides, if the bigger people now came to hunt for the meat, she would end up with nothing. Not even a little toe with the nail still attached to it.

Carefully, the little girl got off her horse and walked to the center of the carousel, hitting the STOP button. She had to protect her food. She couldn’t let the bigger people come and get it first, or she would starve again.

She raised her doll up into the sky and waved, trying to draw the sky people’s attention. She knew where safety was, she knew where they had to go to keep them from dying prematurely. Pandemonium was full of secret crooks and nooks and the little girl knew many of them. She had to, or they would have eaten her too when she was smaller.

The little girl could only hope they would understand and follow her again.

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[member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Darth Ivum"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"]​

 

[Naedira Darcrath]

Location: Dead Hollow Extraction Point [Headed Toward the Carousel Throne]​

In the Company Of: [member="Kyle Naktis"] + Anyone else that wants to tag along​

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Lightsabers. They were bright. Hot. And often scared the crap out of locals that didn’t know what they were. Their attackers hesitated when [member="Kyle Naktis"] pulled light from what appeared to be nothingness. The multitude of presences she felt watching them, following their every move, didn’t leave but they had paused. Especially when Knight Naktis threw his saber and cut one of their ranks down with ease. Chestnut eyes watched as the two halves of the man fell away with a piece of the calcified tree.

Naktis had decent reflexes. She hoped the other Knights that had stopped responding were also that fortunate.

The scent of cauterized flesh mingled with the already sickly sweet scent of death and Naedira rose from the ground with caution. She remained silent, as Naktis bid her, and kept her sidearm at the ready until he deigned to speak.

They were still being watched.

“The Vicelord gave us the order to rescue our people. There’s nothing to tell. Not every world has a documented population.”, Naedira spoke up, turning so that her back faced her fellow Knight, and not the empty air. Her breathing evened out and she found her center just as easily as it had been disrupted in the first place. “You should be cautious.”

She hadn’t realized that Naktis wasn’t speaking aloud. Her mentalist abilities in the Force had always made themselves known in their own way. Lifting thoughts from the top of his mind? Accidental. Nevertheless, she continued to hold her ground. A movement to the right caused her to adjust the height of her sidearm and when another rabid and burly form charged at her she shot it down without hesitation.

Nae stepped back as the body rolled toward her, carried by momentum, and began to give a brief warning to Confederate forces. She hoped it got through.

“Engaging hostiles near the extraction point. Likely, the route to follow the Vicelord has been cut off. They are armed with mostly melee weapons.”, she searched her mind and the ache in her shoulder reminded her of another point. “They’re using herding tactics. Wicked strong. Take down from a distance if at all possible.”

By the time she finished her transmission, the locals seemed to have gotten over their fears. They were drooling, covered in cracked paint, and clearly suffering from about a half dozen deficiencies. Her eyes narrowed when she noticed that one of them was holding something as they came out of the shadows.

A hand. He was chewing on a severed hand.

 

[Don Cagliostro]

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Interacting with: [member="Daisy Americus"] [member=Jo Americus]
Location: Outskirts of Cale City
Post: 2

Roy's body laid limp in the pod by the time Jo reached him, the straps weren't enough to hold his heavy robotic body. After pulling him out of the crushed pod one could check his "heartbeat" and other vitals by closely listening to the revving of his internal processors. He'd merely been reset form the trauma of his crash landing, and fortunately his bodies "circulatory system" ran off different hardware to better localize his bodies important functions when stuff like this happened.

As Jo checked on him some of the local residence of the outskirts of the city began peering out of their homes to see what was happening. Mainly to make sure they'd be safe from whoever these offworlders were. However, they'd begin to encroach on the pair. Eventually encompassing the area around Jo, Roy and the pod. As far as anyone could tell they didn't seem hostile, but given what little was known of his planet and her people it was difficult to be clear.

However, the gathering of locals became rather overbearing. Soon they'd begin to speak, one at a time. "Your friend there need help?" Said a women.

"We have a doctor." Added a sickly looking man, perhaps that wasn't a very honest statement.

"We can help bring your friend to him."

"Yeah, she'll fix him right out." There were certainly some inconsistencies with what they were saying, but did they have much of a choice?

 

[Saraya Arenais]

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Objective: City of the Living​

With: [member=Taramaz Laurs] | [member=Alwine Lechner]​

Post: Three​

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Alora didn't really want to leave the safety of the drop pod, but it was this or remain trapped in here for at least another hour. That would have been just fine with her but she was sure she could feel the drop pod slipping from its resting place on the cliff side. Every so often the metal would give out a horrifying groan, followed by some unnerving creaks and the sound of tumbling rock. It was the entire reason Alora was desperate for Taramaz to work quickly. If it weren't for the fact that any movement could potentially send them tumbling to their death Alora would have been twitching and dancing on the spot, even in the cramped conditions of the drop ship.

Taramaz threw the rope over her and tied it to her waist. She trusted him, even though she had no reason to, but she still tugged on the rope to ensure it was secure. Fortunately the leather armor she was clad in meant the rope could be wrapped impossibly tight around her slim waist, which provided an extra sense of safety for her.

'I am as ready as I can be for jumping out of somewhere so high...' There was an uncertain tone to her voice. The worst thing you could do when you were scared of something was to dwell on it, but when you weren't the one initiating the jump that's all you could do. She didn't entirely understand what Taramaz meant by "bungee jump", the word was entirely foreign to her. Either way she was as prepared as she could be. 'Let us get this over with.'

All of a sudden they were streaming through the air. Alora wrapped her arms around his waist instinctively and swallowed the deep desire to scream bloody murder. She shut her eyes tightly, refusing to watch the ground rush up toward their faces. In mere moments the rope tied around them went taut and they were flying backward again, ginger locks smothered her face when the forceful wind blew against them. Her eyes finally flicked open when she felt the bounce as they slowed to a complete stop. Solid ground pressing up against her feet was the best feeling she'd felt since she had the good fortune to meet her Master.

The world span for a few minutes as she gathered her bearings and reset her internal compass. Taramaz's voice drifted into her ears again and, after a few short moments to catch her breath and steady her thumping heart, she nodded in agreement.

'Yes, I am being ready.'

Just as she drew the plain beskad from it's leather prison Alora noticed a woman, short in stature and blonde of hair. Upon squinting her eyes to get a closer look she recognized her as the woman she'd been a mission with previously. Though they hadn't traded names back then Alora was more than pleased to see someone familiar. She waved over at her, her dead pan expression giving nothing of her true feelings away. Alora was more than a little afraid of leaving someone alone on a planet that not only looked like it was filled with the dead but felt like it too. From the moment they'd landed icy shivers had been wracking their way along her spine. Hopefully she'd want to join them, the more the merrier as the saying went.

'Hello... wolf-woman. We have been meeting before! Join us.'

 

[Alwine Daye]

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Location: By the dropships
Wearing: Obsidian type Strike Armor
Wielding: generic vibrosword
Tags: [member="Alora Fae"] [member="Taramaz Laurs"]

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She’d spent a few minutes just standing there. Other people had moved on, off to explore the planet, following a little girl that Alwine would never dare bite in her wolf form for fear of contracting this or other terrible disease. She supposed they were doing what they had come here to do, but she was still not comfortable with it, and the group had felt uninviting as well.

It was not too long after that though that she felt the presence of two coming on. She smelled them before she heard them, chocolate brown eyes looking up at tree tops, squinting. Alwine continued to stand still as the two’s descend came to an end. The red haired woman, she recognized from Rishi. The man, she had no clue about.

The red-head called her wolf-woman. Well. That was new. It seemed to Alwine that she was collecting nicknames from those she met more than once in the Confederacy. But at least this one knew what Alwine was, so there’d be less explaining she had to do, unless the man started asking them. But still, she had no intention of shifting on this dreadful planet. If her human senses were so overwhelmed by how wrong it all was, she did not want to turn into a wolf to experience them more acutely.

“Alwine,” she gave her name with a nod, internally grateful for the invite. She did not want to be alone on this planet. “There was another group with some of the more prominent faces of the Confederacy here a few moments ago,” she explained the situation, “but they decided it was a wise idea to follow a leper girl. I am torn between wishing to go and help them, and running as fast as possible to the extraction point. Everything about this planet is wrong and it would be better to just blow it up instead of try to do something with it.”

 

[Draven Dursden]

Location: The Dead Hallow Extraction Point​

Objective: Escape the planet​

Post: 2​

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Draven slipped past tree after tree, the dark mummified shapes all looked...similar in the gloom of the world, his massive broad saber itching to be ignited, the unstable power begging to be set free, but Draven knew better. It would be like a beacon to anything in the area. Or anyone. With a deep breath, the knight continued on, dry earth crunching under boot as the cold air continued to sting his throat, better than the stinking, thin layer of oxygen outside which impersonated something resembling an atmosphere. And he was very quickly more than happy that he had not ignited his saber, because the knight barely avoided being crashed into by a rushing, satanic looking clown, which had a brutal looking meat cleaver in hand, the two went down together on to the packed, dry dirt. Rolling back and forth, the fight began.​

Grunting and snarling the two wrestled on the ground for control of the brutal, dark grey blade, hands scrabbling against skin, paint smearing on armor, flesh being ripped from flesh, and a moment later, the wet sound of bone crunching and flesh rending filled the trees, "Schvawk! Crshhnk. Plsh." Blood ran hot, and fresh down Draven's arms, over his hands, and his one good eye rapidly flitted around, there didn't seem to be anymore of...in the distance, weaving through the trees was a horde of dark figures, muttering to himself the knight warily pushed himself to his feet, bits of skull, brain, and blood still drooling from the edge of the blade. Looking down disgusted, he cast aside the crude weapon, and like a monkey disappeared up one of the gnarled old trees. With no other option, the knight darted from tree to tree, dead branches crashing to earth under his boots as he propelled himself with flips and jumps, speed the only objective, until finally he smashed down into a large tree, landing with a dull thud against the thick, blackened trunk.​

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That's when he noticed the two siths. They were back to back, sabers drawn, and it seemed he had thrown himself out of the frying pan and into the fire, underneath the tree were hordes of natives, all grinning and weapons drawn, some still finishing up a snack from earlier. Draven let out a sigh, there was a large group of flesh eating natives between him and the natural enemy of a jedi, but that did nothing to put his fears to rest. Sith were...reasonable at times. Perhaps they would see reason, so Draven shifted in the trees, not having been noticed by the natives yet, watching the sith, and waiting to see what they would do. If the natives engaged, well. Engaged more than one or two, the knight would join the fray, his larger saber would do well against the hordes of natives, which had little to no protection from it, the extra reach and heft to it would certainly be useful. As Draven thought this, he saw something...strange lurking out in the distance of the trees. It was just a shadow, a flit across the ground, Draven would have never noticed it if he had not been already looking over the horde, his one good eye pinning the figure. It was gone as quickly as it came. But it had a chunky, rough outline, as if it was carved of stone, only the size of about a four year old child, but...bulkier. So Draven waited among the trees, his sharp blue eye glinting as he waited, and watched. This would be interesting to say the least.​

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[member="Naedira Darcrath"] [member="Kyle Naktis"]​

 

[Kyle Naktis]

LOCATION
Dead Hollow

ALLIES
[member="Naedira Darcrath"]

OBJECTIVE

Kyle Naktis turned to look at Naedira and watched her make a transmission, ignoring the fact that he had caught her digging in his thoughts. Normally Kyle hated people digging in his mind, couldn't trust them. But for the sake of the mission he had to put it past him. Kyle hated being here. He could feel eyes watching the pair of them.

Kyle quickly turned to see the creature charge at Naedira as she shot it killing it. Kyle walked up to the side of Naedira seeing more lurking in the shadows. Oh I have a bad feeling about this. Kyle sensed one running up behind them, He quickly ignited his two lightsabers, and spun around slicing one in half. Then picked one up with the force and threw him. Kyle then deactivated his lightsabers and put them away. Kyle then saw one out of the corner of his eye. It was about to attack Naedira, Kyle ran and jumped into the Air towards the creature, Kyle extended a razor sharp phrik blade that was hidden in his gauntlet. Kyle came down on the creature putting it to the ground at the same time of putting the hidden blade into the creatures neck. Kyle stepped off the character retracting his hidden blade. Kyle looked into Naedira's mask directly. Kyle then looked passed her, as Naedira turned they both saw it, one coming out of the shadows chewing on a severed hand. Kyle grabbed his lightsabers activating them, the red and purple blades glowing illuminating them both.

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[Taramaz Arcturus]

Post: 3
Objective: 3 - City of the Living (City of the Sane)
Wearing: Obsidian-Type Strike Armour, Knight's Obsidian Ring, Romanus Shield
Wielding: Obsidian Lightsaber, Mandalorian Heavy Pistol, K-406 Combat Ripper (On leather sash hung around torso) DXR6 Heavy Carbine (On back)
Theme: Wake the White Wolf - Metal
Tags: [Member=Alora Fae] [Member=Alwine Lechner]

"Alwine, I swear I've heard that name before. I'm Taramaz Laurs." He looked the wolf-woman over, then at her Obsidian-Strike Armor. Then his head darted to his side as he swung his carbine, knocking a cannibal's head to the side, dislocating it's jaw, then kicked it down, putting his foot on it's chest, squishing it into the quick sand substance, then stepped back, turning back around to the lovely females. He shot close to both sides of Alwine's head, hitting two cannibals in the head. Finally, he grabbed a fibre wire garrote and elbowed a cannibal in it's gut behind him, then wrapped the wire around it's neck, pulling it down into his hand. Then, gripping the jaw, threw the cannibal onto the ground infront of the quick sand, and pushed it's head under the water, and held it there, until the cannibal stopped struggling, he then threw the body into the substance.

He regained his composure and looked at the women again. "Alwine ,member of the Knight's Obsidian. A pleasure, truly. Now, I must say the idea to follow a girl on this planet, of all places, is truly unwise. Now I advise you against helping them, though I won't stop you, and imagine the shame and dishonour you would receive from performing a cowardly act such as retreating before you're wounded deeply, again though, I will not stop you."

He put his hands on his carbine, and looked into the distance, towards Cane City, and saw a horde of atleast eight cannibals, close enough to not hear them, and conveniently not looking their way. But if the cannibals saw them... bad news. He dove down into some long grass, and grabbed his sniper rifle, aiming down the scope, using his left forearm by the barrel to keep it up. He shifted the sniper a few millimetres to the left, and lined it up with a cannibals head. He then slid a bolt into place, switching the sniper rifle to two-round-burst mode. This meant that when the shot pierced the head of the first cannibal, another would be fired that pierced the heart of the second cannibal behind the first, he took his hand off the trigger, and grabbed a thermal detonator. He primed it, then threw it the short distance into the middle of the cannibal horde. His hand back on the trigger.

He pulled it, the first bolt striking through the first cannibal's head, the second bolt striking through the second cannibal's heart, drawing the attention of the cannibals, who were distracted by the detonator, the next second... Bodies flew, the horde annihilated by the detonator. He got back up, grabbing his Carbine again, and looked at the females, remaining silent.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Location: Near Pandemonium the large tent things
Objective: Rescue Op
Post: 2

No immediate reply came from the other two CIS members and with each passing second the captives came closer to being the natives next meals, Kurenai cautiously making haste towards the strange tent like city. With each passing step the stench of blood and rotting flesh became apparent, mixed in with rust and other metallic smells, this place had certainly been around for a while, hopefully today would be the last. Once everyone who was alive made it out Kurenai would call in some sort of bombardment and level with place to the ground, no more critters would use this as a hide out.

Pushing past the cloth fence that hid the make shift encampment from the outside the veteran soldier made a quick role into the nearby shadows, using the force to active her low level nigh vision, scanning the surrounding streets. The lower levels seemed to be clear of enemies but looming over the top was several sentries, eyes pealed for intruders trying to make their way through the maze like streets. "Choke points, kill zones, this tent not only serves as protection from the elements, but it more or less forces ground troops to go in blind... no doubt the prisoners inside prevent any CSA from getting close, hmmm definitely clever".

Fortunately it was not something she had to worry about, such streets were good against large scale attacks, but for a lone gun-women the bends and turn and tight passes served to conceal her movements. She would need to be silent, and avoid any sort of contact or combat with the cannibals until once inside, then, she could go all out, thankfully the natives had little knowledge on tech, meant her HUD could go to town spotting and tagging the sentires, giving her the right information in how to avoid them, for now.

 

[Saraya Arenais]

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Objective: City of the Living​

With: [member=Taramaz Laurs] | [member=Alwine Lechner]​

Post: Four​

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Alora nodded at the blonde bomb shell as she introduced herself. It was nice to put a name to a face. Things happened so quickly on Rishi when they had first met that Alora entirely forgot to get everyone's names, never mind give out her own. 'Alora.' The red head offered the wolf-woman a nod an attempt at a friendly smile. Alwine continued talking, there was nothing Alora could do but nod along and add her own tidbit at the end.

'Yes. My Darth Metus and Srina Talon. I have been following them with... how you say?' She wriggled her fingers gently, a soft flicker of flame burst into life and crept up the red leather decorating her forearms. 'Magic? Power?' It was strange but up to now she'd only ever said the word Force in her own language and it didn't translate over easily. She shook her head softly, moving the conversation on before anyone really had time to answer. 'They are taking great chances. We are finding something better to do...'

With a certain degree of confidence she went about checking the ropes still tied around her middle, tightening them, loosening them, making sure the connection was strong enough. There was no need for them to still have the rope wrapped around them, but Alora was more than grateful for the extra measure of safety. Still, the intense feeling that something wasn't quite right had been growing steadily since the moment she'd touched the ground.

For the first time, Alora looked up from her harness and took in the planet around them. Everything seemed to be either dead or dying. The smell that filled the air certainly attested to that. There was something else as well... Alora wasn't exactly amazing at using the force but she was getting better and she could feel it. It was tugging at her instincts like a child wanting to play a dangerous game. It felt like taking a deep breath in and not feeling satisfied with the amount of air in your lungs. The tips of her fingers were tingling and her eyes darted quickly, turning to face every flickering shadow or rolling leaf.

She had her answer almost the minute she finished speaking. Taramaz' graceful swing with his weapon seemed to hit something solid and the following noise confirmed it. Alora watched the vibrant slugs leave his carbine and whiz past Alwines head, into... What the kriff were they? Taramaz addressed Alwine again, this time with a sterner, stranger tone that Alora had not heard before. Language was such a complicated thing, you couldn't guess what someone meant by their tone alone. You had to couple it with their expression and their more subtle body movements. The latter Alora could get in a heart beat but the rest of it all? She was still working to catch up.

Taramaz dropped suddenly, causing the rope around her waist to tug firmly. It would have toppled her completely if she hadn't swung her beskad at the thing tying them together. It came apart with a satisfying sound that would have probably alerted the cannibals more than a sniper round. It wouldn't have mattered if Alora wanted a little of the action because her partner soaked it all up in the blink of an eye. The city loomed in the distance, ready and waiting for the three of them to explore. Now, with nothing in their way, they could start the journey to it.

'Well... we cannot be standing here like fruit waiting to fall from a tree. Let's go.'