Dressed to Kill - SJO Dominion of the Umbara Hex

[Valae Heavenshield]

Objective: Ghost hunters
Location: Mining facility, Atoa
Allies: SJO [member="Dajara Boshtet"], [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], [member="Sigrid Forsberg"]

Fortunately, the High Priestess wasn’t kept waiting long.

Watching with interest, she saw figures approaching along the snowy ground. As a raven-haired woman approached with a brief introduction, Suna offered a small, respectful nod. Next, her eyes turned to the man as he came forward. Clasping her hands, she gave the Jedi party a bow in greeting.

“The Order has my thanks,” She started to address his request for information; “I am Suna Gallia. You are correct. From what I have been told, the mining company is deeply concerned for the safety of their workers. Operations started up again within the last month, and there were issues from day one.”

A rather tall woman came up, addressing Jedi Xeraic as general. Blinking, the priestess paused for a moment. Indeed the soldier woman was a sight. Inwardly, the priestess was curious, but her expression said very little. The raven-haired Jedi spoke, her impatience apparent.

“Follow me,” Suna said, taking the lead into the tunnel. “As I was saying, the workers here began to see things out of the corner of their eyes – shadowy figures. There were numerous reports of missing items, electrical equipment that would malfunction inside the mine, and other such issues. Most troubling, is the way this place seems to affect the workers – they are suddenly filled with deep despair.”

An empath herself, it was the reason she had avoided this place until now.

“The heart of the mine seems to be a common place of sightings,” She pointed, just ahead was where the tunnel opened up into a vast cavern. There were catwalks that lined the sides, and a startling drop down into the mine itself.

“Please, feel free to look…” She stepped to the side.

Spoiler

Have a look around, NPC'd elements to come in my next post

 

[Allyson Locke]

Objective: The Void Wings
Location: The Ghost Nebula

“Haa” Allyson laughed as she was caught having her fun. The commander was smart and it was nice that she chose not to tell her to stop. Allyson felt her and Aubrey had that odd understanding of the freedom of being in a fighter. Something deeper than what the other’s felt probably. Either way, Aubrey was growing on Allyson and she was starting to trust her more.

Mission objectives dropped over the comms and Allyson nodded and responded quickly enough. Chatter died down after everyone acknowledged the mission. Pirates were something she wasn’t used to hunting, but it was a nice break from the consistent flood of ties and other sith fighters. As the signal from the first buoy being dropped echoed on the radar, Allyson broke formation as well and dropped the second at the designated point.

As the XO she was King’s wingman and as the microjump occurred from the lead, Allyson soon followed in suit. Trigger finger getting happy, she hoped they would encounter something soon. “I'm really not liking how quiet it is. You thinking something big is hiding out there Boss?”

[member="Aubrey King"]

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Objective: Wedding
Location: Umbara
Allies: Free drinks

Siala Brennus entered the venue sans an escort, but unbothered by the fact that she was alone. The Echani was really just here to make an appearance, that’s all. Though she did not know the bride or groom, she had received an invite by way of her social status. High society and nobility did have its advantages, after all.

Dressed in her finery, she looked the part. The tall blonde made her way inside, there was music playing in the background and other guests milling about. It always seemed that weddings were full of waiting.

Snatching a glass from a server’s tray, she took a sip and observed her surroundings. The décor was quite lovely, she had to say. Though, she had a feeling that little would be spared for a state wedding such as this. Of course, even Siala had heard the rumors about the unrest here on Umbara…

But, she doubted very much that it would have an effect on the wedding.

At least, that was her hope.

 

[WelshPsych]

Location: Atoan Mine
Allies: [member="Suna Gallia"] | [member="Dajara Boshtet"] | [member="Sigrid Forsberg"]
Objective: When there's something strange, in your neighbourhood!

A member of the Anatarian Rangers approached Yuroic, she greeted him with the traditional title rank used for Silver Jedi. He nodded his head to her, "call me, Yuroic. Glad to see you and your squad here." He commented as he noted the others, turning around to the priestess, Yuroic listened to what she described of the incidences that have occurred and the time of them. From what it sounded, Yuroic already begun to doubt the real presence of ghosts. Easily could be a Dark Sider using the Force. He walked into the mine and studied the surroundings, it seemed normal as a mine could be.

"How important is this mine? Could be someone purposefully preventing the miners working. Feelings of dread can easily be induced through the Dark Side of the Force. I also think that the other incidents are likely a person with a connection to the Dark Side rather than a ghost." Yuroic commented as he inspected the drop into the mine, threading carefully. Turning to the others, "I believe we should stick together, while splitting up would allow us to cover more ground, the risk of losing comms and getting into danger is too high." Yuroic mentioned, "of course, that is if you agree." He didn't want anyone to think he was taking charge. He wasn't a leader.

His curiosity on this mission was high, if this was all committed by a Dark Sider then why were they targetting this mine? What were they hoping to achieve? Surely they would know that Jedi would be called in to investigate?

 

[KitKat]

Objective: #2 - Ghost Hunters
Location: Atoa
Notes: (( It's okay to not involve me in the main events. I'm taking this slow since this is my first dominion. I'll be reading along and may come in at the end.)))


This planet was freezing, even if you just had to wait on the ship. It was sort of a mission with training wheels for Kat. She had only been in this dimension a short time and did not know hardly any of the technology of this galaxy. After the Netherworld events she had appeared, but where she came from the Rebellion was still fighting the Empire and there weren't so many groups in the galaxy. She was considering her alignment with the Silver Jedi Order, and they thought this was a good way for her to get to know some people while she worked on jogging her memory. Her assignment was simple, stay with the ship and wait in case they needed to make a quick getaway.

Her droid companion whirred and buzzed as it entered the room. Katarine glanced down at it. "At least your fingers aren't freezing off."

The droid buzzed angrily and Katarine grinned. "Point taken."

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Objective: BYOO (banking)
Loction: Atoa

Ugohr knew that many planets wanted to play host to at least a limited enclave of refugees, but financing was often putting a straitjacket on a refugee's ability to get their life back on track. The big question was: how much money did they actually need to take out? Sure, there were some refugees that lost everything when the Sith or the First Order attacked, livelihoods and whatnot, but their credit information may be tainted by the loss of their livelihoods. How much faith are they having in the Jedi after what happened to them? They sure as hell won't have any towards the Sith. They won't be very happy to see a Jedi at a moneylending joint and Ugohr knew it. Once he arrived at a temporary office in the refugee camp set up in the outskirts of a mining town, along with his staffers of the day, refugees from Fondor and the Ashen Reach, he was ready to holler on the local boardwalk for just a few seconds - he was unaccustomed to the cold and could use some pho right now - the food truck was somewhere else in the camp but the waiting lines were just so long.

"Loans! Ripe, juicy loans! Hair issa yoursa chance to take out loans!" he hollered across the refugee camp.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Objective: Void WIngs
Location: Ghost Nebula

Kurayami had gotten a call that some old allies were engaged at Umbara. The SIlver Jedi to be more specific, and while it had been some time since he had been present to help them in any sort of conquest, he was more than happy to provide at least a distraction to help clear pirates out of the nearby Ghost Nebula. During the jump he had taken the time to run over the systems again and make sure everything was dialed in. The modular bays each mounted an extra R-9X heavy cannon. Perhaps more than a bit overkill as there were going to be Silver Jedi squadrons there as well. The Corellian unscrewed the cap on his flask and took a long pull of the namana nectar before replacing it in his flight jacket and resealed his helmet to his flight suit as the craft reverted to realspace.

Once he was comfortable with where he was in relation to the nebula, he sent an IFF ping identifying himself by the moniker he had used with the Silvers long ago, "Aquila 13" perhaps the Silvers would remember him, perhaps not, but in the end as long as they were willing to fight alongside him it mattered little if they knew of him or not. There were some presences in the Force that were familiar, though he couldn't place names with them at the moment. He knew that it was going to be a long day, but as long as he could manage to take only a few stray hits then things would turn out just fine, just to hope that these pirates weren't overly well organized.

[member="Jyoti Nooran"], [member="Allyson Locke"], [member="Aubrey King"], [member="Audren Sykes"]

 

[Minerva Vessia]

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Objective: Ghost Hunters​

Location: Mining facility, Atoa​

Post: 1​

Allies: SJO/ CIS​

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Minerva looked out to the cold expanse of space, from the observation deck of a Confederacy Ship. Below was the icy world of Atoa. Minerva’s fingers, from her right hand reached out and ran down the length of the transparasteal. Her sense reached out feeling the flow of the Force around her and to the planet bellow.

Her mission and the mission of those on this ship were to patrol this system and give add to the Silver Jedi. “Yes I feel it”, the young witch spoke out loud. There was no one around Minerva. The words spoken must have been for her? What she felt was the events taking place around the mine. Most of it was foggy. There were images of Jedi heading into a mine with a dark presence looming over it. The Dark presence was a spirit of some type, maybe just someone befallen a tragedy that was too angry to move on? Minerva did not know. What she did know she was here to help the Silver Jedi and her skills could help.

“Captain”, Minerva said after her comlink. “There is Jedi on the surface needing my help. I will be traveling by use of the Force. I will give updates every half an hour galactic standard time.”

Shutting off her comlink Minerva took a few steps back from the glasssteal viewer.​

Through pastel pink lips Minerva began the words. Calling upon the spirits the Dathomiri Witch moved in somatic rhythm to each words sung. The words pushed and pulled upon the Force in a gentle passionate, yet the power invoked was undeniably eloquent.

Through the tips of her fingers the green glowing tendrils of Dathomiri Ichor first appeared. It seep out of her finger tips and began to join in the dancing. Floating about her, wrapping her in its embrace, her presence in this world began to shift. She started to shift out of this plane of existence and into the Netherworld. She stepped out of the land of the living into the world of the dead.

The Netherworld was a dissension that lay next to the living world. It mirrored the living world yet had its own laws of physics. Minerva, through the Force just opened up a door and stepped through. Well not entirely. She was half way through both dimensional planes. In this state time did not exist. She would neither age nor when she stepped would back into the world of the living have time passed at all. It would appear as if she just teleported.

Through the looking glass, the thin veil between one world and another. Minerva looked around the observation deck and then out the glasssteal viewer. Her whole body was now shifted from solid to an astral form, she continued singing the spell.

When she walked forward the glowing green mists whipped around her. It was like a mantle of energy that kept her safe. This was going to be her mode of travel. She was outside the bounds of gravity, time, and she was no longer a tangible object. It effect she was more like a ghost then a living being in this state. It was only a temporary state as long as she sung the words of change.

Then Minerva ran forward, straight for the viewer. Like a ghost she just went through the glass and out into the void of space. Outside of the ship Minerva did not feel the cold. She had no need for air. Nor did the young witch floated around aimlessly.

She no longer had to rely on the laws of physics to move about. It was all mentally driven by her. She began with a freefall type movement to the planet bellow. It was not a freefall. Her speed began to accelerate, a glowing green trail of light shoot away from the capital ships in a down a wards arching pattern. Was it at the speed of light, no she was outside the effects of time? This was instant, from the time she left the ship, tell the moment her feet now touched the ground.

There was no heavy impact with her landing. It was as if she stepped upon air the landing was so soft. She was intangible there for she had no weight at the moment.

Now standing upon the ground she began to slowly step outside the looking glass, the green glow of Dathmorir Ichor still floating around her. She was starting to become tangible again. Looking around Minerva seen the ship upon the landing pad and the snow about her. There was also a single Jedi, Katarine Ryiah.

Now fully back into the plane of the living the green glowing mist that was floating around Minerva was gone. She was fully back into the plane of the living. That meant she was her body was now effect by the laws of the living. The heat coming off of her hit the cold air. Wafts of steam drifted up off her lithe form.

“Greetings”, Minerva said to Katerine. Kat was from a different time then Minerva. As Kat just arrived from this time from one in the past. This was not the same Minerva she was once related to through Marriage. Maybe this Minerva was a recantation of an ancestor Kat once knew? “I am Minerva Vessia of the Confederation. I’m here to assist our allies here Silver Jedi. So what is happening and how may I help?”

[member="Katarine Ryiah"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Suna Gallia"] [member="Dajara Boshtet"] [member="Sigrid Forsberg"]

 

[KitKat]

Location: Mini Facility Landing Platform - Near Ship
Post #: 2
Objective : Ghost Hunter


It was quiet, well unless you counted the noise of her teeth chattering. She was just about to go back inside the ship, and find a blanket to wait by, when a lot happened at once. There was steam, and did she see green mist or was that in her imagination? Then suddenly poof there was a woman there, speaking to her. Kat jumped in fright. Maybe this place really was haunted! The droid seemed to think so. It whirled and buzzed and went zooming towards the ship, where it hit the side of the ship, and fell over. It was now struggling to stand up with the ice below its wheels.

"Umm hi. Yea the Silver Jedi are here. " She was looking at [member="Minerva Vessia"] as if she was a ghost. She looked almost familiar, yet not.

She picked up her comm unit and messaged the others. "I have a member of the Confederacy here. Offering assistance. Awaiting orders." [member="Suna Gallia"][member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Dajara Boshtet"] Sigrid Forsberghttp://starwarsrp.net/user/13562-sigrid-forsberg/

 

[Dajara Boshtet]

[member="Katarine Ryiah"] [member="Suna Gallia"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Sigrid Forsberg"]

Dajara felt something, as they were going she trailed back just a little glowing and letting the vashton head forward. Their work with handling spirits would serve while she had the spirit snare crystals they could use. If it worked against a sith lord it was going to work against most ghosts in the galaxy... even force ghosts. Her senses went outwards as there was a moment of surprise. Her skin glowing like a bright light here int he darkness when someone else was here. Dejara calmed herself down standing there and the smal ghostling looked at the two from her pointed toes on the ground. Feeling the stone under her feet. "WHoa... you just... that was cool."

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Objective: BYOO (banking)
Loction: Atoa

At the yell of "Loans, ripe, juicy loans" there were refugees hoping that they would get loans: streamlining the credit approval process was key to them offering microlending with low origination fees (usually origination fees, in a microlending context, are considered nearly fixed, with the fixed portion outweighing the varible portion). And, of course, microlending is often associated with newcomers in trades or professions, the first potential client of the day was no exception. The first client of the day was an Aleena computer repair technician shop owner that lost his shop when Coruscant was attacked. He needed seed money to set up shop on Atoa, but the big variable that might change his needs for seed money to be obtained by incurring a liability is the cost of commercial rent in that locale, and to a lesser extent utilities: the client knew he needed seed money to support him and his business for about 3-6 months. Yet he knew what and how much equipment he needed to get his business back on track. Especially since insurers may be slow to process the mountains of claims awaiting them.

"Do yousa have an idea how much moolah issa costen for yousa to rebuild yoursa business on Atoa?"

"I'd say about 10,000 credits' worth of equipment and supplies, but I'm not sure about how much it costs to rent and to pay for utilities. Cheaper than on Coruscant, sure, but by how much?"

 

[Malok]

Behind the counter, a young Umbaran stared at the family. Though he was surely trained to be a touch more welcoming to paying customers, there was just something about the drag of working for such an establishment. The utter boredom was plastered upon his face, so much so that he almost missed the order [member="Anastasia Vi'dreya"] placed. It wasn't until a stern ahem thundered forth from the Sith that the employee hopped to it.

"And make it two." he said.

As far as personal preference went, hot chocolate wasn't at the top of Darth Metus' list. When it came to hot beverages, he usually put anything containing an unhealthy amount of caffeine at the top. But, when the weather was cold and it was time for the annual warm-fuzzies, hot chocolate would do just fine. Today, in the height of summer, he'd make an exception and see what intrigued his eldest.

While they waited, he stepped back towards his daughter and flipped open one of the books. With a grin, he nudged her and said: "Your grandmother's name was Demia. I never...heard her voice or saw her face, but they say that she was beautiful. You probably get your good looks from her side of the family, eh?"

Maybe they could track down where she went, or what happened to her.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Objective: Black Wedding
Location: Somewhere, looking suave

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4p792W6bJA​

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A wedding? Interesting. Though he found himself disappointed - and somewhat amused - when he learned that it was simply to attain power. A marriage of convenience. To him, it was pathetic. And disrespectful. And made him feel even worse considering his own problems. Perhaps he shouldn't be here? But alas, a mission was a mission. He could ignore it in order to get things done. The Jedi Master had been secured an invite to this wedding as part of the Silver Jedi, and the Jedi Master had dressed to impress. A black suit jacket and white dress shirt (black tie), accompanied by black dress pants, with the only outlier being his combat boots, which he had reasoned at the door were formal attire to him as the Silver Battlemaster. His lightsaber wasn't visible though, instead it was hidden in a compartment for his boots. Sure, he could have hidden it in his sleeve, and not needed the boots, but... He just liked wearing them. He hated dress shoes. They were the most uncomfortable things that he'd ever worn on his feet.

His long blonde locks were tied into a braid, [member="Charlie"] having done it up earlier. Unfortunately, she'd also accidentally tied a twinkie wrapper into the braid, but he didn't mind. The Jedi strode into the building with a confidence and swagger that hadn't been seen from him at a formal occasion in years. The last few social events had allowed him to re-adjust to playing the great "game", and his confidence was brimming to all that saw him. That confident, almost cocky smirk stayed on his lips at all times as he walked through the crowds. He couldn't blend in, he knew. He was too tall, too built (He was almost surprised the suit hadn't ripped) for that. He was just glad he wasn't built like a boulder, otherwise he'd never find a suit to wear for the wedding.

So if he couldn't blend in, he would own it and stand out. Folks focused on him would take attention off the others... Sacrifice the flexibility of the few for the flexibility of the many. His stride, his walk, every bit of it spoke of confidence, and yet under the surface every bit of him was filled with caution. Every sense was on alert, every inch of his being was focused on the task at hand. Well, except for the part of his being that came up as he would happen to pass @Asaara Vashe who was also attending. As he passed her, he would lean over to whisper into her ear. Something scathing, something lewd and meant to cause the Jedi to be a bit hot under the collar, certainly. A wicked grin crossed his lips as he fired her a wink, before he continued on. He noticed Charlie up on the balcony, and regarded her with a gentle smile.

He would come to a stop near a woman he recognized as one of the local nobility. Having a history with the noblemen and noblewomen all across the galaxy that ranged all the way from years back, he could recognize a fair few partygoers from events past, so her face was one that he knew. "You came without an escort? And here I took you for the belle of the ball" The Jedi would tease lightly. "You catch attention to where I would have mistaken you for the bride if the attire matched."

[member="Siala Brennus"]

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Objective: Ghost hunters
Location: Mining facility, Atoa
Allies: SJO [member="Dajara Boshtet"], [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], [member="Sigrid Forsberg"], [member="Katarine Ryiah"], [member="Minerva Vessia"]

Drawing a breath of cold air, she turned to address Yuroic’s questions. “This mine is a rather significant investment,” Suna started, unable to hide that truth. The company had spent quite a lot to get the mine up and running again – the site had been used long ago. Could it really be that someone was out to sabotage their efforts?

“Dark Side?” She asked, eyes widening slightly. “Of course, none that I am currently aware of.” It was an interesting thought to entertain, the Priestess had to admit. “The Empire did have something of a history here; our world was not untouched by their grasp.” She noted, bowing her head momentarily. “But, that was a very long time ago.”

She gave a nod; it was probably wise to remain grouped together. As she began to lead the group closer to the main chamber, she paused at the sound of comm chatter. It seemed that there was additional aid on the way. “Please inform your party members that we are now inside the mine – they should join us in the main chamber,” Suna said, looking to Yuroic and the raven-haired woman.

Then, the lights above them flickered menacingly.

Before any further comms could be sent or received, all devices within the mine would be silenced. Any other electronics – data pads included, would suddenly cease to function properly.

Suna clutched the front of her robes, eyes searching the area. Though she could not see anything, she could feel something. Closing her eyes for a moment, she winced.

“I do not think we are alone here…” She whispered, voice frozen in the cold.

 

[Minerva Vessia]

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Objective: Ghost Hunters​

Location: Mining Facility Landing Platform, Atoa​

Post: 2​

Allies:SJO/ CIS​

Tags: [member="Katarine Ryiah"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic'] [member="Suna Gallia"] [member="Dajara Boshtet"] [member="Sigrid Forsberg"]​

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Minerva could not help but snicker when seen had seen the droid run into the side of the ship and then fell over. There was a pain of sympathy as the droid failed to get back up. The wind seemed to be its biggest enemy at this point.

Minerva walked over and started to help the droid back up while Kat called into the party inside of the mine. Looking at the cold metal of the droid Minerva rethought out. Her hands were exposed to the cold weather. Once again the surprise of terrain or elements played a heavy role in what she could do.

Through pink pastel lips Minerva uttered a single word in her native language from Dathomir. The spell rolled out from her lips. The simple use of telekinesis and Minerva helped the droid back up to its feet.

Suna Gallia’s words could be heard clearly over the comlink. How it cut out abruptly was also obvious. “I think they’re going to need some aid. Should we start to head out”, Minerva spoke out to Kat. Time was an issue and they were going to have to move soon. Also inside the cave would be warmer then out here in the wind.

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[Valae Heavenshield]

Objective: Wedding
Location: Umbara
Allies: Free drinks

Bringing the flute of champagne up for a sip, her gaze shifted to the side to find the tall frame of a man now at her side. He’d just addressed her like they knew each other, perhaps even like they were friends. Unfortunately for him, the compliments he’d given would fall on deaf ears.

“I’m sorry,” She started, lowering her glass slightly. “Do I know you?”

Turning slightly to face him, she scanned his face with her blue eyes. There were brown eyes, a strong jawline, and some facial hair – she still didn’t recognize him. The Echani woman traveled quite a lot; there were many gatherings on many different worlds. Faces and names came and went. Shrugging, she figured that it didn’t matter much.

Finally taking a long sip of her drink, she held up a finger to the man with braided hair. “Nevermind. I’m terrible with names.” Siala accepted the fact that she had probably met this man before, his name simply eluded her. Her attention momentarily shifted as another party guest entered, wearing quite an elaborate (but atrocious) looking hat. Narrowing her eyes slightly, she looked back to the tall fellow.

“Will you refresh my memory?” She asked, brows lofting impatiently.

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[KitKat]

double post

 

[KitKat]

Objective: Ghost Hunters
Location: Mining Facility Landing Platform, Atoa
Post: 3

Kat watched as the woman helped up the droid and then suggested they head inside. "Actually I'm supposed to wait by the ship in case they need a quick getaway." She frowned as the comm went out. It didn't sound good.

"I guess we could at least make sure they are okay. I can always come back. Come on Clumsy." The droid whirred angrily. It didn't appreciate the nickname.


[member="Minerva Vessia"]

 

[Minerva Vessia]

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Objective: Ghost Hunters​

Location: Mining Facility Landing Platform, Atoa​

Post: 3​

Allies:SJO/ CIS​

Tags: [member="Katarine Ryiah"] ​

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Minerva grinned hearing the droid. “So how long have you been with the Silver Jedi”, Minerva asked as they walked along.​

It did not take them long to get to the mines entrance. Even from here Minerva could feel the restless spirits here. Being Dathomiri the spirits actually emboldened her. Every time she studied one it increased her ability to use the Dathomrir Ichor. “I sense more than one spirit. There is something dark here. I’m not sure yet if it is a spirit.”

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[Dajara Boshtet]

[member="Katarine Ryiah"] [member="Suna Gallia"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Sigrid Forsberg"]

She was looking at the flickering lights and held the crystal in her hand while the ghost hunting jedi were moving. Dajara didn't speak with them but she remained at the ready. Wanting to really beef up their defenses until she breathed in and out. Alright just need to stay calm... there was just a girl that seemed to come out of mid air and is strange with her language... though it sounded familiar to her. Like some of the raiders from the mandalorians who had come to her homeworld in retalliation for Aleidis. Dajara moved to the side holding the crystal in her hand to suck them in while the vashton did much the same.