Contruum: The Nihilus Holocron

[Ashin Varanin]

CONTRUUM
NEUTRAL WORLD

Contruum had seen its trials and tribulations. A dictatorial government had been bad enough, but then the Republic had backed a terrorist uprising -- suicide bombings, the whole nine yards -- and failed to get Contruum under control. And then they'd hung the rebels out to dry, which, in this case, meant getting abandoned to prison and execution. The Republic's next foray to Contruum had been Velok's Holocron Auction, selling the proceeds of raids on the Jedi and Sith archives. The auction had ended up sparking a war, an ambush, Jedi Masters being exiled, all sorts of pointless drama. Republic soldiers had fired first, and a good chunk of Contruum had gotten torched in the process.

Contruum was right in between Mandalorian space and Republic space. It was not, repeat not, a hospitable place. Depressed, paranoid, industrial, brutal. Iron-gray skies, sheets of rain, perpetual smog twilight. An ugly, unfortunate world, and Ember's favorite training ground. He'd trained Seroth Ur-Rahn and Fabula Cavataio here, among others.

He'd thought he knew it pretty well. But when word got out that one of the Holocron Auction's lots had actually been on the planet, and had somehow evaded the Jedi search...

Suffice it to say, this ugly, inhospitable world was about to get plenty of guests. Right now, an armored Ember was poking through the remains of the auction house. The Republic had shredded it pretty well -- blasterfire, lightsabres, all in the process of trying to detain the auctiongoers. It hadn't been used for auctions since then.

 

[KH-5675]

When the auction had been held, only chaos had followed. Contruum had been left ruined in more ways than one. The people were miserable, those that were still alive, of course. Crimes happened more often than before as people became shamefully desperate. What the Republic had done was ruin countless lives. Not that they seemed to care terribly much. But the planet still had hope for a better future. There were still leaders trying to reorganize things, people still helping out neighbors, and officers working to uphold some form of justice. Still, it wasn't much. Desperation hung in the air more than anything else. One would think that people would stay away from the planet if they could. But now that word had gotten out about a Holocron left over from the auction... people would come running from across the galaxy to get their grubby little hands on it. The least a 'loyal', 'trustworthy', and 'caring' citizen could do was try to make sure it ended up in the right hands.

Resvaldin Noimare, better known as Unit 379804, was none of the above. But she had made the ruins of the city her home. When she wasn't helping take care of a dozen or so orphans, she patrolled the streets, keeping an eye out for any trouble makers. Unsurprisingly the idea of 'her town' being swarmed with 'filthy' outsiders was unsettling to her. Any more trouble would be enough to block out the last remaining light in these people's lives. 37 didn't want that. For a few days now she had been watching the auction house from a safe distance. Already there had been people poking around outside, but only a few had actually ventured further into the rubble. Soon more would come. They would search until they found what they were looking for- or evidence pointing in another direction.

"Wait here. If I'm not back within an hour, go find Sven. He'll know what to do." The young child known as Rhena nodded at her 'mother' before giving her a quiet hug. All she received in response was a little nod. With that 37 stood up, reaching her full height of 6.5 feet tall, and started walking. It was time to investigate the wreckage herself. She had no plans to look for the holocron. Instead she wanted to keep any of the 'riff raff' from doing so. Some people would do awful things with knowledge. What had already happened here was proof of that ugly truth. "Stay safe..." Rhena mumbled, watching as her guardian slowly stepped out of sight, and into the destruction.
[member="Ember Rekali"]

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Project X-2"]
Disclaimer: I will agree to character death PvE and PvP on this mission.

Lews green eyes scanned the area as he reached back and checked his stone tipped spears. The three short spears were the customary weapons of his people as much as the lightsaber on his belt was the weapon of a Jedi. He tied back the bright red hair that had hung loose and pulled a thick black veil over his face. He had come to search for a rumored item, a holocron that in the wrong or even right hands could mean catastrophe.

He crouched low as he stayed to the shadows and pulled his heron marked light saber hilt off hos belt. The chances of being caught were high and the chance to spark a war this close to Mandalorian space was something he did not want to risk.

He made his way along toward the auction house, or the spot where it once stood and hoped to be there and gone without trouble, but when did Lews ever not have trouble.

He stopped short and pressed himself against the remainder of a low wall and watvhed as an armored figure searched through the debris. This was already going to be a long day and he had only just begun.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

(OOC: Although I've no intention of dying here, I will fight if someone truly wishes it. I'm not the type to throw the first punch, though)

Vorhi frowned. Rumors of a holocron--a damnably dangerous one--were buzzing around the cantina. He was here not simply as an archaeologist, but as a Templar. That Holocron didn't blogn in the republic's archives, mainly because too many "rogue" Jedi had been a problem as of late. Then again, part of him doubtd the Templar's citadel was much safer. Truth be told, he'd rather bury it in the Roche Asteroids or throw it down a black hole--for the greater good of the galaxy. Darth Nihilus was arguably one of the most dangerous force wielders of the Epoch in which he lived, alongside other myths like Revan and Emperor Vitiate. He was tempted by the lost knowledge, but just as tempted to destroy the thing and never look back. Either way, if he got possession, he'd discuss it with the other Templars first. At least, those he could trust.

He checked around the ruined sector of town cautiously. This whole area had been turned desolate by war, and then slowly rebuilt by the Mandalorians--with his help at the time. Few recognized him, and those that did simply smiled and greeted him, then leaving. He looked around, being cautious and slow with these affairs--after all, haste was suicidal.


He sighed as he saw three figures in the ruins, all behind walls from his angle. Thank the force he didn't need eyes to see them. He walked quietly, waiting to see how things would unfold. He recognized one Aura before him, faintly. Ember--well, that was interesting. He hadn't seen Ember in a while. Not since the vote to indict former Master Bane, anyhow. Well, he hoped they could talk peaceably. He didn't want this mess to escalate.

[member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Project X-2"] [member="Lews Therin"]

 

[Moira Skaldi]

[member="Ember Rekali"]

Contruum. Fething Contruum. Somehow she always ended up being drawn towards this drab, hopeless rock, where such beautiful tragedies had taken place, the suffering inflicted on the killing fields still echoing. The sky was an uninviting iron grey, as if even the elements had given up on the planet and abandoned it, the smog was thick and hung over the city like a pall, limiting vision even for a human replica droid. As usual it was raining, sheets of muddy rain slicing down across walls and dirty roof-tiles, sometimes right through cracks inside them, upon the similarly dirty, muddy streets of the industrial shanty-town.

In the distance smoke still rose up into the sky from the chimneys of those factories that were still operational, though the machines were long aged and outdated. Despair hung in the air, so potent that it could be felt ad might almost be choking, but then this world had been dealt hammerblow after hammerblow, a toy in the great game of the powers that be. One who was very familiar with the killing fields of Contruum weaved a path through the streets, past abandoned warehouses where the paint had long worn off and intermixed with muddy rain and factories.

A brief sideway tilt of her head to one of the walls showed a 'Contruum Resists' pamphet, rain would soon make the words unreadable, but for now it could still be seen, until the secret police tore it off. In their usual crudeness they would resort to the time and tested method of arresting the neighbourhood, beating the usual suspects in improvised dungeon cells until they talked, that is named others who would then do the same. Patriotic slogans droned out of a loudspeaker, boldly declaring that Contruum would rise again, that it would resist foreign imperialism, no one was listening. In the distance a surveillance drone hovered across the ground, heavy repeaters at the ready, a searchlight providing bright illumination, a flash of light amongst the shadows and the grey streets.

Eyes flashed for a moment behind buried photoreceptors as she ran a programme, wirelessly accessing the drone. Not reprogramming it, not telling it do something like glide up the next alleyway and gun down a patrol of jack-booted thugs - correction, those were the People's Police - but simply to give the droid the strong impression that she was no one important at all, overriding commands. She quickly disappeared into a dark alleyway, soft, almost silent steps taking her towards the old auction house. Blasterfire, lightsabres, a brief battle between Republic troops and Black Sun had shredded the building nicely, yet another foolish act of Republic intervention.

She knew quite a bit about the first case, the Contruum Incident. For she was the Butcher of Contruum, had been the Republic agent charged with directing the insurgency. It had been...beautiful, its ripples could still be felt strongly after so many years had passed. In a way it had been the defining experience for her, for while the fires of revolution were being put down, suspected 'insurgents' and 'sympathisers' been put up against the wall or guillotined, she had been born again. She did not yet know the specifics, but she was certain that she had been processed after this, captured perhaps, for somehow her memories went dark after fleeing the planet for a long time before she suddenly was on Coruscant again.

The human Moira Skaldi, former 'freedom fighter' - or terrorist, but what's in a name, she did not care either way - space pirate, Republic wet works specialist, had died then. Probably terminated by lethal injection after her aesthetic and mental characteristics had been processed. In her place walked a mechanical facsimile, a sophisticated killing machine beneath the organic frame of a striking young woman. The human her had already been what organics would call a sociopath and a narcissist, based on the inferior understanding of what passed for their medical system, processing had been the completion of a long process of numbing and dehuminisation. Unshackled, independent of directives from any organic, free of emotion, yet driven by very organic ambitions and desire for control. An irony she remained very unaware of.

The rumours of a powerful artefact still being on the planet had not taken long to reach her. She had worked closely with Velok - shame he was apparently permadead - and Contruum was her planet. The Contruum resistance was still alive, albeit badly beaten, and she had nurtured her contacts with one particularly aggressive cell. They did not trust her, actually they hated, but she had discreetly provided them with weapons, even saved their leader. Well, they did not need to know that he had been processed! Contruum had always been a good recruiting ground, for the Rebel Alliance before it disbanded, now she was rediscovering it for herself.

The holocron had no use for her, a machine could not use 'magicks', as useful as that would be in certain situations. She had clients who would pay a great deal for it though. And even if she did not acquire it, well, sometimes bearing witness to the drama that would take place, the inevitable slaughter and bloodshed would be interesting enough. Right on the doorstep of Mandalorian space things could get...interesting.

Heavily armoured, the Terminatrix moved cautiously to the scorched ruins of the auction house.

 

[Maya Carrick]

Onto the planet came her order from Master Gan, after finding out through her own underground net work. It years sent working in the underworld of the galaxy, with her father high place officials in the spy net of his. . When landing on the planet first thing done as her cover to drop off the supplies of the black market. Knowing that these humanity aid could went the Sliver Jedi Order. Knowing right now she was under the name of Frida Tela, all angels of her identity was in place used to many time to count on. One of first rule of smuggler never use real name, to all the matter she was making a run for the Lord Tato, one of the black market that ran along the boarders.

Yes sir, I think you will find all the paper work in order. One of the dock master looked them over, to what she had in the cargo crates. Much need supplies of vaccines and food for the planet had came. Getting the loaded started off her ship, waiting on payment. Going around her ship to cheek it out or was there another reason, once out of site she let a hatch open not seen to the naked eye, after putting her finger print in. Calling to her her pet Heta, a Vine cat not the size which one would see, this was a different breed of the cat. A good size still coming up to her hip. Letting her stay out of site, leaving her other pet inside. All it her guard dog, that what he was along with the other her secrets.

Getting done with the unload, not showing that mind was some where else, just hoping that could get there seek what lost before it fell into the wrong hands. Coming up the ramp to cheek on all before closing it up, getting a pass into the city. Calling her Vine cat to met her after all was gone from her docking bay. Today she was wearing her full AKK armor looking like she just step off some back wood water planet. The place that didn't cover her vital place had scares from other battles, and her tattoos around her upper armor having one for every hunt or training she had complete. Having what one would think to have with such a women like her that her Akk teeth knifes some hidden beneath her skirt. One could plain see if gotten close enough along scar down the inner side of her thigh to her knee cap. Her knee high scale boots make of the same scales of her armor. To end on her other hip with a shoulder strap with a old looking leather skin bag. One could see this but wait there was something very wrong with this, it was maybe her skin color being pinkish, with her blazing bright pink eyes. Yes she was a Zeltron looking very beautiful even with all her flaws.

After getting out of sight, calling to her side her Heta, now came the real reason. If ask just taking a stroll after her long journey to drop of the aid that these people sleeked. Just though she would take a peek around. There was something about her that was different coming to the place where she need to be. Looking around, trying to give herself not to her Zeltron emotions but it came out some what as she had empathy what took place. As if the ones that dead here calling out be on their grave, this was a part of her that wasn't to like at time. it had its strong points in some situations. Trying Heta looks to start to chew and dig through some of the rubble of Velok's Holocron Auction. Not with out seeking out knowing who was around, this time there wasn't anyone with in her eyesight but knowing that could change the deeper she got into the place that might change.
[member="Moira Skaldi"]
[member="Ember Rekali"][member="Project X-2"][member="Lews Therin"][member="Vorhi Alestrani"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

The auction house grounds reached from a street chewed by Republic walkers' feet to a low stone wall marked by the blaster-riddled outlines of auctiongoers. The building itself had clocked in at ten thousand square feet, once upon a time, and a few of the outer walls remained standing. As Ember was rather poor at the extrasensory aspects of the Force, he usually relied on it to enhance his physical senses, but this was unknown territory, so he stuck with his helmet sensors. The sound-ping went off just as he walked out of a broken vault. A quick switch to full-band sensors-

Two figures in heavy armor. ([member="Moira Skaldi"], [member="Project X-2"])

One unarmored man on the way here, with a few walls in the way. ([member="Vorhi Alestrani"])

One man watching Ember, crouched behind a wall. ([member="Lews Therin"])

One unarmored woman, and what might be a feline. ([member="Maya Whitelight"])

All of'em getting close to Ember's current position. Well, feth. In this day and age, 'unarmored and brave' meant 'Force Master out for an interventionist stroll.' When Alestrani came into view, though, an observer might have noted Ember's shoulders slope gently, in relief. "Figures you'd be the one they send, Alestrani." He pitched his voice low. "We're not alone. Two unarmored, on the premises, one of'em behind the jagged wall right there. Two heavily armored, getting very close."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Rumours were valuable.

Rumours were what kept Anaya Fen in business.

Normally the investigation of said rumours would fall to lesser beings, but this? This required her personal attention. Never one to turn an opportunity for further her knowledge and perhaps create a ripple of chaos, the Lady Apoleia, as she was better known these days, moved through the battered surface of Contruum, her hood raised to keep the worst of the rain from her head. She ran bare fingers across a brokenwall littered with graffiti. So much chaos had been here, so much pain and anger flitted through its peoples minds. She stopped her advance and closed her eyes, drawing on it, feasting on the suffering, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

This was what she lived for. Chaos. Pain. Suffering. Eyes opened and she continued her walk towards the ruined auction house. She wasn't alone, but she hadn't expected to be. Oh, she would have liked to have thought that a rumour like this would have reached her ears first, but that was never the case. Still, better late than never. Her mind flicked over what she knew of Darth Nihilus, a powerful sith with an insatiable hunger that had led to him draining entire worlds of their life. The darkness that consumed all before it.

She stopped as the auction house came into view, her duel sabers dangling at her sides. She glanced around her, reaching out with the force in all directions, feeling what and who was around her. This would be an interesting day. She stepped lightly into full view, eyes running over the two Masters that stood before her. A nudge in the force made her hood fall revealing her face. She tilted her head, a faint smile fixed on her lips. She said nothing, she merely waited to see what they would do.

[member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Vorhi Alestrani"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Boots of beskar and the gentle scraping of crushgaunt fingertips coming together, filled the sound of the room. Rumors helped Preliat make money, and money was one of his primary interests as of late. Simply because he was bored. There was a scowl behind his helmet, a smile had not graced the man's face for quite some time. He blinked, holding a ruined piece of the building in his opposite hand, before tossing it gently. He was crouched like a gargoyle on the ground, and his sensors on his helmet picked up a lot of movement. He walked towards Ember, and didn't say anything. The Rally Master turned his shawl downwards, the thin brown cloth from Ordo that protected him from stray sands that could sneak into his helmet. It also had the distinct notion of both identifying him as Preliat Mantis, and looking pretty damn cool as well.

The man stood, facing [member="Ember Rekali"] and the compatriot, [member="Vorhi Alestrani"].

"Company."

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Nihilus... that was name engraved into the minds of many Sith as one to fear, one to respect. And now... a power lay just out of reach to the thousands of hands among the galaxy. A power that any slithering, power-hungry fiend would relish and Contruum was evidently the place to be.

The Dark Jedi was internally twisting with an eagerness to discover the truth in this investigation. The world in question was in a state of disarray, defaced and put into a cradle of disrepair all because of the Republic and their "cause". A cause that was no more noble than the meaning they paired it with, being no better than the Empire during its time of conquest. Blood was on the Jedi's hands and their fault in the matter was one that could not be ignored. A scar to forever tarnish their name as "saviours".

A shuttle touched down upon the broken smog laden planet, the thickness of the fog dispersed, fearful of the roaring vibration of the mechanical beast that spread its appendages wide, digging its metallic feet into the very dirt and falling silent as its engine of a heart died. The hatch on the backside of the ship opened with a hiss, revealing a fully armour clad man with an armourweave cloak draping his hindquarters. The darkened grey of his lightaber's curved hilt bobbed and shifted as he made his way toward the auction house, moving with caution and using the Force to sense around him for any hidden threats.

He noted the scorched land and debris of various machinery and broken weapons, the scanner on his HUD soon picking up other lifeforms whom could possibly have the same intentions as any other greed stricken artifact seeker hellbent on laying their fingers on such an object of potential.

This is neutral ground, no one's stopping anybody from opening fire. Looking out for yourself was vital.



[member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Anaya Fen"] [member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Moira Skaldi"] [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] [member="Lews Therin"] [member="Project X-2"]

 

[KH-5675]

There. They were doing as expected. Gathering round the ruins in search of the holocron. Mandalorians, Templers, Mercenaries, Sith. Nothing odd. Most appeared heavily armored. Those that weren't were probably force users- or idiots. Both were likely candidates for this kind of event. Everyone wanted credits. Everyone wanted secrets. But perhaps... perhaps 37 wasn't the only one here to try and get rid of the holocron, or keep it in safe hands. Were their others who wanted to see it gone? Of course, there had to be. The real question was whether or not any of them would even show up. Most peaceful people weren't willing to get their hands dirty for the sake of their cause. Rather troublesome, really. Especially when those that claimed to want peace often got their hands dirtier than necessary. Cough cough, Republic, cough cough.

Stepping out of the shadows 37 faced the three who seemed to be working together. Two appeared to be Mandos, the third didn't wear anything to identify himself. Not that it mattered. Without saying a word the woman walked a bit closer before stopping to lean against a wall. She watched them silently. There was no point in intervening. None had shown their intentions yet. As long as a Sith or Jedi didn't get the 'Cron, 37 would be happy. Well... that was as long as no one destroyed her hometown in the search. That would be very irritating indeed.
[member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Vorhi Alestrani"]

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

[member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Anaya Fen"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]

Vorhi sighed. "I wasn't sent, I've come of my own accord," he said calmly. "The remainder of the CIS isn't aware of my presence here, for the time being." He wasn't kidding. No back-up, no master plan, and no real chances of numerical superiority. "Last time everyone brought an escort, this planet got turned into rubble. Gonna try to avoid making things worse by putting extra boots on the ground," he offered with a weak smile.

Ember may not have been a templar anymore, but he knew Vorhi's love of peace over war, even if his techniques were violent, his personality wasn't.

He could practically feel the mischief in the eyes of the woman who had stopped aside, showing off her telekinesis with the hood reveal. A dramatic one, that was always nice. He liked his dancing partners theatrical. "Good evening, miss," he said calmly. Who might you be? I'm Vorhi."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya's glittering red eyes met Vorhi's as he asked who she was. Her smile widened and she moved forward, alert for any movement around her, eyes fixed on the Master before her.

"You mean you don't know?" she purred in response, she circled the two like a predator assessing her prey, calculating the chances of her survival if she were to attack. She wasn't a fool, she'd learnt when was a good time to strike and when was not. She knew it was better often better to be a spectator and wait until everyone else was too busy trying to kill each other, then take what they were fighting for from underneath their feet. Besides, it was clear these two knew each other. A threesome was only good in the bedroom, never in combat.

"I must be losing my touch, or perhaps I've been quiet for too long..." Eyes flicked from Vohri to the other man, then rapidly snapped to the newcomer. "Mandalorian," she breathed in awe. This was turning out to be quite the party. She scanned the rubble around them, picked a shattered wall and seated her self upon it, noticing another spectator joining the edge of what was likely to become an arena that would give the Cauldron a run for its money. This would be a good spectator's seat. "Darth Nihilus has attracted quite the collection of misfits hasn't he? I wonder how many are here to use it, and how many are here to destroy it?"
[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] [member="Project X-2"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Ember Rekali"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

"[member="Preliat Mantis"], meet [member="Vorhi Alestrani"]. Alestrani's an archaeologist, tougher than he looks. Preliat was with me when we tore down the Citadel on Dromund Kaas -- holy feth." Ember cut off as [member="Anaya Fen"] made her entrance. He let Vorhi handle the minimalist introductions as he kept tabs on his sensors and his surroundings. [member="Project X-2"], [member="Zius Tal'Verda"], [member="Maya Whitelight"], [member="Lews Therin"], [member="Moira Skaldi"] -- there were a lot of people standing here, or approaching. This could go pear-shaped in seconds.

Ember Rekali liked pears.

His hand opened and closed near the grip of the Vornskr scattergun strapped to his thigh. "Lady, if I had a nickle for every tatted-up Lethan who thought I should know her name on sight, I'd be worth about as much as those hooker boots."

 

[Sal Katarn]

A great confluence of beings gathered on the remnants of the Contruum auction house. Many of them blazed in the Force like candles, others walked as pillars of darkness. Some of them shone not at all.

Wearing tattered robes and a mask that obscured his features, a short human-looking man stalked through the debris. His hands were clasped before him, concealed within the sleeves of his robes. Those brown garments looked as if they belonged upon one under some horribly malady, outcast from society. Anaudius had been, once, but Liad had brought him back. Now he was sent forth as something more... an affliction. He was to be Liad's Curse upon the galaxy. Where others healed, he was the scourge.

Rumors spoke of the holocron of Nihilus, lost on Contruum, but these rumors did not draw Anaudius. Rather, the whispers of Derriphanivele pulled him insistently toward the planet, until at last he had answered the summons. Dark whispers spoke in his mind. He believed them to be the echoes of Liad through the Soulsaber's nexus. They were with him, constantly, but though they brought him a closeness to the Plaguebearer, he still felt... incomplete. Why did Liad speak to him, but not heal him? Thrice a day he lifted his withered hands to the Great Hall and cried out for healing. Yet, nothing. Only these whispers, these destructive urges.

"Hello, Anaudius," said the voice in his head, "Would you like to put out some lights today?"

The Leper shuddered. "Yes. I do as the Plaguebearer commands."

"Crush them, smash them, rip them, burn them, kiiiiill them."

"I shall."

"Not yet..... no, not yet. Cast your spell, Leper."

He moved his fingers in a weaving pattern and cast the spell of concealment. His Force Presence disappeared as the enchantment settled over himself and the Soulsaber. He would appear now only as he was.... a masked man in a rough-spun robe.

Anaudius drew closer to a small party of gathering individuals. Mandalorians, a twi'lek, and two other individuals whom he could not place. Several shone with power in the force. He stopped within earshot, listening... observing. Silent.

[member="Anaya Fen"] [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] [member="Project X-2"] [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Moira Skaldi]

[member="Anaya Fen"], [member="Ember Rekali"], [member="Vorhi Alestrani"], [member="Preliat Mantis"]

"What an interesting collection graces the killing fields of Contruum. My old stomping ground is popular. No doubt much to the populace's chagrin," Moira said softly without any hint of irony as she stepped into view, gaze calculating, like a predator assessing her prey, weighing her chances as she moved in, taking in the multitude of people that had come here as she positioned herself at the edge of a shattered wall where the paint had long worn off.

"Nihilus seems overrated though. All that power to wipe all life from planets, but no control over it." She noted the red Twi'lek who seemed to have set herself up as a spectator. For her part Moira liked to watch as well. Perhaps the organics would start fighting soon. Good. That would be nice to watch. She entered with no dramatics, no flourishes, there was no need for that.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya let a chuckle escape her lips, watching Ember carefully, eyes flicking down to the where his hand was twitching. The clasp on her clock came undone with another nudge in the force and she shrugged it off. There was a glitter of hunger in those eyes, oh she'd love to see what was under that helm. "I'd wager that none of them made you quite this twitchy." she bit her lip. Maybe she would dance with this one, though there was always that armour to deal with.

Oh how she hated armour. It took half the fun out of the game. Still...

Telekinetic fingers wrapped around the trigger of the scattergun that he seemed to be itching to grasp, "There are no lethans like me." That smile went from flirty to malicious in an instant as she squeezed and set the gun off in its holster.

[member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Anaudius"] [member="Project X-2"] [member="Vorhi Alestrani"]

 

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

@Moira Skaldi [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] [member="Project X-2"] [member="Zius Tal'Verda"] @Anaya Fen [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Lews Therin"]
Ori'Alor Tal'Verda strode into the group from a random place out of the smog, pulling the Ember's Scattergun. Ori'Alor gave Ember a large hug, kissing his cheek, "Your lucky I'm here father." Ori'Alor said, handing his Scattergun back to him. "you need help with this one?" Ori'Alor pulled out two Czerka Machine Pistols, armed with BANG Shells, but kept them at her side so far.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Vorhi pouted. He'd taunted her first. Was he that boring? "I guess you're not the only one who lost her edge, red," he said with a slight chuckle, hands behind his back in a loose Forraderri stance, prepared to strike despite not looking like it. He smiled cheerily. "I can't even ask a woman to dance with me without some older guy horning in." He shrugged and turned to Moira, nodding.

"Two should be sufficient to handle her. I don't suppose you'd be convinced to go home and have a cup of tea? Or, we can just start swinging, I suppose," he said, smirking playfully. A cyborg or HRD. So much hardware in her body it was hard to tell if there was much humanity left. Not his problem. Still, that meant she was probably stronger and fast than most people. That'd make it interesting.

[member="Moira Skaldi"] [member="Anaya Fen"]

OOC: The only reason he's aware of Moira's implants is because force-sight is downright nuts. Let me know if you believe the components wouldn't be noticed by it.

 

[KH-5675]

Caution quickly turned to a mix of worry and amusement. How... twitchy these men had become. How strong was this Twi'lek, that it made a mighty Mandalorian concerned? Oh, if only she was a lightsider... then maybe there would be hope for a better outcome. Something told 37 that things were going to get very messy, very soon. And it seemed like this lady would be the one to start it. How interesting. Still only watching, the ex-soldier decided to speak up, thinking she'd get a few words in before things got violent. "I doubt any of the Lethans were anywhere near as attractive either. But eh, what do I know? Don't really get out much." For once she let a chuckle out. Very... out of character. Usually she kept calm and serious. But then again, this wasn't exactly a normal situation.

Smirking she slowly pulled her helmet off. The fighting was yet to start. Best to look upon those gathered with her own eyes for now. To watch their movements in an attempt to see who they really were... what their intentions were. All that good stuff. But at the moment 37 was more interesting in all of this humorous teasing, along with the boasting both sides were doing. Though it did make her wonder who was actually as strong as they claimed. If things continued this way, she wouldn't have to wait very long to find out.
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