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

[Alwine Daye]

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Location: Making our way to the extraction point, going though Pandemonium first
Wearing: Obsidian type Strike Armor
Wielding: generic vibrosword
Tags: [member="Alora Fae"] [member="Taramaz Laurs"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] [member="Darth Ivum"] [member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Lirka Ka"] [member="Josiah Denko"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Aurelia"]

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Alwine looked around the surroundings. It was… Chaos. The people of Miranda were attacking the people of the Confederacy, and while the Confederacy had a sense of order regarding it, there was no pattern the carnies were following that she could comprehend. She noted that one, slightly better dressed than the others (and by 'better' she meant 'cleaner', though nothing else about him looked better compared to the locals) slowly backing away, and people after him.

There was an entire field between her and him, and he was making his way into the big tent, where Alwine could easily pick up the presence of at least two other CIS members.

"Excuse me," she said politely to Alora and Taramaz.

Pulling her sword from its scabbard, Alwine moved forward, feeling as though she was walking on air. Of all the Confederates on this mission, she was the smallest in stature, and easily confused for a child from the distance. But any of those would think that made her weaker would be so fatally wrong. Smiling now, Alwine permitted her wolf to rise beneath her skin. She did not shift; such a thing would be a waste of time and foolishly stupid here, but she could call on the side on her that was the wolf.

She almost glided through the battlefield with the elegance of the animal that was half of her, the look of a predator all too easily seen on her face. For the naked eye she might have seemed human, but anyone with as little as a drop of the Force would easily know that there was nothing human as the beast within her treaded the line between human and animal, hunger to come, hungry to sink its teeth in all that surrounded it. Any carnies that came across her were easily cut down with the sword that Alwine wielded, snarls and growls that would never sound even remotely human escaping her throat as she fought. It was almost like a dream, moving forward like that.

And soon enough, she was inside the tent. She could feel the presence of the other Confederates closer now, probably working on the bars where other people were. Probably the missing miners. But she was not here for them.

Alwine easily picked his scent up. Others had referred to him as the ring leader, but Alwine new not of such things. What she knew was that this was the man who had to go down so that the rest of them could leave. He was inside the tent now, and while someone who was neither a Lupine nor a Force User might have had trouble locating him in his hiding spot, she herself was both and had no such troubles.

There was no ceremony to it. He might have been stronger than her without the Force, but she had the Force and she was quick. In a very anticlimactic move, Alwine decapitated him and grabbed the head by the flimsy hair as she walked out. She did not know the carny culture at all, but she knew what barbaric people were and what their leader more often than not meant to them.

Her face remained expressionless as she tossed the head into the middle of the battlefield and began to walk towards the extraction point. Alwine needed a shower to get all this filth off of her. She loathed Miranda.

 

[Paragon of Virtue]

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With the death of the ring leader, most of the people in Pandemonium gave up, no longer having a resistance to put up against the invading forces of the Confederacy.​

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The miners that were found by [member="Josiah Denko"], [member="Kurenai Yumi"], and [member="Aurelia"] were escorted back to the CIS. However, having spent enough time on Miranda, many of the contracted various illnesses, and not all of them came out of the infirmary alive.​

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The majority of the inhabitants of Cale City, now free of the freaks of Pandemonium, are eternally grateful to the Confederacy, stroke agreements with the CIS. Their lives would be made better, and would now be protected by the people that liberated them. Much had to be done on Miranda, starting with health clinics, food, and water.​

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With the addition of Miranda and the liberation of its original natives, the Confederacy can now return with its miners to the planet and mine the Zersium that can be found both on the planet and in the asteroid ring surrounding it.​

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As always, where our faction story ends, your personal stories are welcome to continue. Enjoy!​

 

[Saraya Arenais]

Objective: City of the Living
With: [member=Taramaz Laurs] | [member=Alwine Lechner]
Post: Fifteen

The chaos the group were met with upon arrival to Pandemonium was not a surprise to Alora, she gave a soft chuckle to the thought at how well the area suited its name. A gut feeling had kicked in the moment they crash landed into the tree and Alora wasn't one to take instinct lightly. Members of the Confederacy were in furious battle with the wild Miridians, who appeared to be trying to eat them? Brilliant. Of all the crazy things she'd seen since leaving Ochota this topped the list, which was saying something considering the way she had met her Master not to mention the fact that she had seen a human turn into a wolf.

It appeared the wolf girl was ready to go the moment they stepped foot over the boarder and into the town, Alora couldn't blame her. Normally she'd refuse to attack anyone unless they attacked her first but the insane people of Miranda were clearly missing some important part of their brain. Plus they were attacking her family, which the Confederacy and its members were slowly becoming. Alwine spoke and Alora nodded her head as she walked off across the field. One blood red, leather bound hand curled around the grip of Alora's ordinary beskad, it was time to take out some cannibals.

They didn't exactly present a challenge. Alora wasn't the kind for flashy, gruesome kills. Each cannibal fell swiftly to her blade, merciful and quick. Her steps were incredibly measured and she moved fluidly as she performed the thousand year old dance of her people. She had narrowly avoided a mist of hot blood from her last kill when the wolf woman returned clutching something heavy and round. In the end all it took to end the massacre in Pandemonium was the dull thud of a dislodged head rolling across the dead grass. The cannibals fled instantly or, as most of them had already, surrendered themselves to the blade.

Once all was said and done Miranda would be prosperous again, Alora had seen it happen before when the Confederacy had aided Manda in their liberation. She sated her morals with the fact that the people who weren't flesh eaters would now have a chance to start over. Her last thought as she climbed aboard a ship to return to Sinner's Well was of the wolf girl. Alora fancied making a friend that felt just as foreign as she did in this strange Galaxy.

 

[VildarnTentoria]

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Cannibal Carnival
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Objective: Carousel Throne
Goal: Rescue lost Miners
Post: 2
Location: Miranda
Time: Night

The monsters of this planet were crushed. Reports came in that other search parties had found the missing miners. Good cause Vildarn hated this world and the bad feelings that it constantly brought.

“This is Vildarn, I think our mission here is complete, I may check out the normal city for a bit, I’d like to also put in a recommendation the people here receive some medical and psychological assistance.”

<To Aloha Archae.>