Edge of the World (Allen Alvane, Enigma)

[Saera Willamina Savan]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G0ux9pLqMBU

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The full moon was on high in the brightly lit Crystalsong sky. Verdant fields were well lit while the azure mountains gave shade from the many moons' intense light. It was a truly rare night, when all three had shown during a singular point in time and space, if even for just a moment, swallowing the world in a night's light. Such was the beauty of this occasion, part of what made it particularly special.
The young Saera awaited her guests. There was something special in store for all of them.

 

[Allen Alvane]

[SIZE=10pt]Even now, as he walked through the moonlit fields of this strange world Allen still questioned just what had truly drawn him here. Word had reached him through an informant that someone was trying to get in contact with him, providing a name and coordinates to a planet just barely within habitable space. At any other time, Allen would of saw this; being called out to some random remote world as nothing less than a rather poorly executed trap, but that wasn't the case this time...[/SIZE]He felt a sort of pull toward this place, a sort of gesture that barely touched him in the Force, and while still very skeptical, it had peeked his curiosity.

"Crystalsong" was the name that appeared on his astral drift charts as his finished punching in the hyperspace coordinates. It was a planet he had never heard, but that didn't surprise him, the galaxy after all was a very big place. Finally arriving, Allen landed as this side of planet began to fall into night, his "luckily" unbranded Arok Starfighter finding an easy place to land within a City's spaceport.

From there Allen made his way to the rendezvous point, its location not too far enough from the City that extra transportation would be needed, at least...not for him. Dashing through the forests made of both towering trees and crystallized structures he came upon this flowery field, caught in the radiance of its own light and the shine from the moons above.

And so here he was, carefully moving toward the woman he saw in the distance, cautious still even after coming all this way and greeted her with that charming corellian smile, while still keeping his hand close to his lightsaber.

"I take it you're the one who called me here."

[member="Særa Ayña Savan"]

 

[Onrai]

[member="Særa Ayña Savan"]

"I heard you needed me?" The familiar voice of Saera's mother would echo through the halls as she stepped forward, smiling at her daughter, moving forward to embrace the young woman in her arms and give her ears a rubdown. "Alright. Now what sort of plan have you got for us this time, sweetie?" After all, she typically showed interest in whatever it was her daughter was working on.

Despite her working for the CIS, of course.

 

[Nyxie]

Ashe was one of the many invited - in fact, she was the most important piece of the puzzle. The vulpine-like woman was the catalyst that would breathe life into the project that was about to befall them all. Even yet, she did not know much of it either. The Diva of Mandalore arrived somewhere just outside the planet's influence and made its way into the atmosphere. The exact geolocational coordinates lead the corvette to an open field by the mid range mountains, a field filled with blades of sharp verdant grass and crystalline flowers which spread their glistening pollen into the winds. Ashe held a particular respect for all the wonders of her residence world and a tenth-kilometer vessel couldn't thus knowingly land in such a graceful place. The freight elevator at the read bow slowly lowered, the ship riding on heavy repulsorlifts some eighty meters above. A single figure dropped from it and landed feet first with a thrust pack on her back. Her usual attire she wore; black shimmersilk kimono blouse, black sash, black brocaded tassel, polkadot stockings, platform high-heel boots with wooden soles. Her hair reflected the inherent beauty of the crystalline lifeforms of the land; blue, radiant iridescence.
"You rung, sweetie?" she'd asked her beloved daughter, before running over to grab [member="Enigma"] and pull them both into a group hug, tails wrapping around them.

[member="Allen Alvane"]​

 

[Saera Willamina Savan]

Young Saera fell happily into her parents' loving embraces, rosy tails curling. She winced in one eye as [member="Enigma"]'s hand came down upon her hear to play with the tufts of her fuzzy left ear.
"Have you guessed why you're all here?" she asked, simply and forthright. "This planet is my home, err, one of them. Cloth. We'll be making cloth. A whole new kind."
One did not simply call forth people, powerful people, from all reaches of the galaxy for mere weaving. This would be no ordinary project, and it was obvious.

 

[Onrai]

[member="Særa Ayña Savan"]

"Please, sweetie..." Circe moved to run her hands through her daughter's ears once again, as well as her fiance's own. "Why are we here? I only came because the message was from you and you alone, my daughter." Fuzziness... She could almost black out from how much the snuggles were affecting her.

Snuggles were so nice...

 

[Nyxie]

"Hu-hey!" Ashe abruptly yelled, a look of disdain about her.
She grabbed the girl gently by her shoulders, pulling Saera's back ho her chest to wrap her arms around the young Vinferalathi.
"She just said why we're all here - cloth! And that wasn't very nice, saying you wouldn't come here if it were me!"
Ashe began to whisper in her daughter's ear blatantly, eyes slid over to stare at [member="Enigma"] as she did.
"See, Mommy Circe doesn't love Mommy Ashelotte anymore." The vixen rolled her eyes. "Circe.... Don't forget, you promised. You're going to tell her after we're done helping our lovely baby girl with her science project."
Poor [member="Allen Alvane"], to pick such an awkward occasion to show up.

 

[Allen Alvane]

"I'd hate to break up your little family reunion but, what is this?!" Allen asked in a rather annoyed tone.

Just what the heck was going on here? The banter between the three of them made hardly and sense to him, and what was even more confusing was the reason that this "Sweetie" had called them here for. Weaving cloth, and while she made note that it would not be just any ordinary cloth, Allen was of course skeptical about all this...even more so now.

With a sigh he relaxed, being agitated wasn't going to get anything done right now, and besides...it had been his own curiosity that brought him here...it wasn't like he could blame anyone else, plus...that tug in the Force.

"So, "Sweetie"...Where do I fit in on all this? I've never woven anything in my life, and you don't even know me.." His smooth tone coming back to his voice now, effectively all but banishing the frustration and anger that was in his voice but a moment ago..

Just what really was going on here?

[member="Ashe the Reaper"] [member="Enigma"] [member="Særa Ayña Savan"]

 

[Saera Willamina Savan]

"W-whaa?" Young Saera's eyes twirled. She didn't understand much of it either. "Is it a surprise?" the young girl smiled, pulling herself free from Ashe's grip whilst tugging her by the arm back to their cuddled family stance.
"We're turning the souls of the dead into a living fabric!" Saera shouted gleefully, but a little obnoxiously at the distaste of [member="Allen Alvane"]'s slight attitude. "My name is Saera, by the way. Lady Saera Savan. What's yours?"

[member="Enigma"]​

 

[Onrai]

[member="Særa Ayña Savan"] [member="Allen Alvane"] [member="Ashe the Reaper"]

"Sorry, was confused there. And you misunderstand me, Ashe. I meant in regards to people currently affiliated with the CIS, darling. No offense of course, Saera, but we haven't exactly had the best of times together, as you probably have heard about already." While she didn't want to think about the CIS incursion that wrecked her factories, she knew it was likely they would do such a thing again.

Sighing, she crossed her arms. She heard what Ashe had said. "Not true, Ashe. I still love you, and I don't appreciate you indicating to subvert her way of thinking against me."

 

[Nyxie]

"Uh... sweetie... that maybe didn't come out right. Anyways, I suspect that's why you wanted me here, right? Life force drain and what not. We'll need some Sith-aligned soldiers. Circe, I believe that is your field of expertise. I love you too, and dearly so, but I'm not crazy about the Sith - ask your little plaything Alicia. Cute frame, but third degree burns over half her body."
Ashellote had delivered the subtle jab at [member="Enigma"], though all was well thanks to the vixen repeating her offense against the now-Sith Lady Darth Ayra andmaking sure she stayed charred the second time around.
"Right, down to business. You need me because you want to harness all the life essence I've drunk. I'm afraid I'm running a little low," she licked her lips, gently breezing her hand against her belly as it growled, "...actually, I haven't had anything in days. Circe, you should come home with me tonight. We can fit your shuttle in the hangar bays of my Corvette, my luxury cabin's already prepared." Ashe winked.
Saera never was a fan of fighting and Ashelotte wasn't exactly a ruthless slayer of men either, despite the namesake. However, when it came to the despicable Sith and their mind-numbed soldiers, Ashe held no reservations. This was especially true when fighting for the Mando'ade.

[member="Allen Alvane"], [member="Særa Ayña Savan"]​

 

[Allen Alvane]

"Allen Alvane." He said cheerfully if not still a bit cautious.

[member="Særa Ayña Savan"] was an interesting one..and while both of her companions...or parents(?) gave an unsettling feeling in the Force the strangest of the group to him, came from this girl. Her feline features, her ears and tail, were not common place, in fact the only other time Allen had seen something similar was on a Cathar, but Saera seemed much more human. In fact the same could be said about one of her companion.

But they had showed their hand, this speak of binding souls to fabric...and their utter embrace toward the idea had shown their true colors, Sith Sorceresses. Who else could speak so casual toward the subject, to even go as far and plan toward its enactment. Allen had found himself in the Witch's Den but curiosity still had him pondering. Why him he thought, this world was rich in the Force, and there were countless others here who could potentially be a "Sacrifice" for their arts, Allen no doubt thinking that being the reason he was brought here...but the more he dwelled on that, the more unlikely it seemed.

"How does one even go about doing such a thing? Turning the ethereal into something tangible like cloth?"

He asked with, genuine interest. The idea was so, far fetched to him, like a curse from a story tale...Could Force really be used in such away?

...Maybe this was why he was called...to learn...but then again, maybe not

[member="Ashe the Reaper"] [member="Enigma"]

 

[Djonas Vile]

Djonas was walking down a passageway at this time, exploring Crystalsong, yet another planet he hadn't had the pleasure of seeing. His templar armor gleamed in the light as he made his way towards faint voices. Once he found the source of the voices, he took a moment to survey who he was about to encounter. He somewhat recognized two of them so he proceeded towards them.

"I hope I'm not intruding, am I?" Djonas asked politely.

 

[Onrai]

[member="Djonas Vile"] [member="Ashe the Reaper"] [member="Allen Alvane"]

"No, you aren't. Don't worry about that." Circe smiled, eying over her fiance. "You and I can consider having fun later. For now, it seems we have business at hand. I'm quite curious as to what you're up to, sweetie - but Ashe is probably going to be a bit more helpful than I in this particular endeavour. She smiled, eager to get to work.