Private Dead by Daylight

[Nova Velez]

location: Castilon
wearing: xXx
tag: Kiran Arlos

With all that had happened over the years, there was not much that made Nova Velez uncomfortable but large bodies of water still did just that. Nova had initially refused the mission on Castilon after discovering it was a water world but at the end of the day she was not a child anymore and running from her fears just didn't cut it these days. She was training to be an Obsidian Knight, and water was nothing compared to the literal hell they went through on a regular basis. So she'd accepted. It was a simple mission; an artifact was missing, presumed stolen, and she'd been tasked with retrieving it. Given her history as both a self-taught slicer and thief, it hadn't been too difficult to track the artifact and the culprit to Castilon. It seemed a strange place to run too but she supposed the edge of nowhere was a good place to hide.

Nothing was ever simple.

From the moment the shuttle had landed something felt... wrong. It bought back a dozen different memories of times she had been hurt and crying, alone and scared, and it made her skin crawl beneath the leather she wore. The station was in a frenzy - someone had been attacked - and there was law enforcement on the patrol. That it itself wasn't the worrying part. The station was on a lockdown - no one was being allowed off-world, and all incoming travellers weren't allowed further than the spaceport. That was what concerned her. It wasn't normal and it didn't instil any feelings of calmness.

So Nova was sitting on a bench toward the corner, out of the way of the gathered, gossiping crowd. There was a date-pad in her hands that she typed on with a narrowed focus, the world around her tuned out, while she searched for anything that might shed some light on what was happening. So far she'd found very little about what exactly had happened. The authorities were still investigating but she'd been able to find a report of the victim being attacked and bitten, and her blood started to run colder. It sounded all too familiar and she didn't like it at all.

 

[Kiran Arlos]

Kiran wasn't sure what to expect on this venture. He had been with the Silvers for quite some time already however he was feeling somewhat lost among their order and wasn't sure what to do. He didn't fit in with them as much as he thought he did. However, he was still here and he still tried as best as he could. He tended to stick to his own devices and keep to himself these past few weeks. Which was why he was along on this venture. The water planet intrigued him greatly, as he thought of Kamino. Not exactly the same as one was purely a cloning facility but still when water covered over fifty percent of the planet.

However, something didn't sit well with him. There was areas closed off which halted his progress so within a few hours he was stalled and couldn't really do much. They had ceased any air traffic coming in or leaving the planet which was never a good thing. He had heard reports of an incident where someone was bitten. Which didn't make much sense to Kiran at the time, but then he began to remember an event several years ago. He wasn't sure if this was the same ordeal, but it sure sounded like it.

And if this was the case, then things had the potential to get extremely bad. The Jedi glanced near him and noticed someone sitting alone on a nearby bench. She was away from the crowd, which was probably a good idea right now.

Kiran approached and took a seat on the bench. "What do you think about this?" Kiran asked as he glanced over to the woman.

Nova Velez

 

[Nova Velez]

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location: Castilon
wearing: xXx
tag: Kiran Arlos

People these days tended to keep to themselves or to their social groups so Nova assumed she would be left alone. But today that wasn't the case. Nova turned to the young man when he spoke, her expression curious but also impassive. She looked at him slowly top to bottom, forming a quick, silent opinion and deciding he wasn't a danger.

"I have some ideas," Nova replied with a shrug before looking back down at the data-pad. A feeling of unease went through her as the newest report scrolled on the screen. The victim has perished as a result of the catastrophic injuries. Perpetrator still at large. The fact that the victim had died was not worrying. What was, was that the injuries were bites and teeth tearing flesh, and the person responsible hadn't been caught. That was what made her uncomfortable.

The last time something like this happened it was on Alderan, and the entire planet had gone into lockdown. And she had been stuck in a hospital when literal hell descended on the planet. It seemed like a long time ago but the anxiety of that day was festering now. Was it happening again?

"To be honest," she said, letting the conversation distract her. "I don't plan on sticking around to find out."