Faction Feast of the Furious // A Korriban Story

[Astrid pentoghast]

Tag: open
Dress and look

Astrid walked into the spires hall In a backless dress with a low front cut she hated dressing up but if she had to she would do it well and make sure she drew gazes as she whent. The nightsister walked into the hall she noticed all the sith gathered the food did smell amazing as she sensed eyes on her as she walked through the great hall. She grabbed a glass of liquor.

Her movements where meant to both catch the eye and hypnotize and where meant to draw away from her true intent no matter what it was her make up was meant to accentuate her features not hide anything away as her face bore no mark of darkside taint. And her skin somewhat pale but completely flawless and silky smooth as she walked out to a lookout point to see the racers and how the race proceeded as she stood there letting people gawk at her as she stood there. Ever aware of her surroundings she noted the faces of those who peaked her interest but was more interested in seeing how the night turned out more than interacting and trying to curry favor.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

Datapad | Knife Phrik | Blaster | nutrient tube
Tag : | Open
Location : Korriban Race | Ashlan Crash Area


The wrecked ship's carcass fades away in the rearview, replaced by the menacing stretch of Korriban's desert. My sweaty hands almost slip on the controls. My heart's pounding like a drum in my chest, but I keep my grip firm, trying to convince myself that everything's fine. The race isn't over, and even though the adrenaline is there, it's tinged with a hint of panic. This desert… it's ruthless.

The engines of my red star racer are at full throttle; the wind whistles and shakes the frame, and every grain of sand bouncing off the cockpit sounds like a bad omen. I catch myself wondering if I should slow down. Just a bit. Just to be sure the machine holds together... But no, I can't—not with the others surely right on my tail, ready to overtake me at the first slip-up. Still, I'm beginning to seriously think that the goal is just to finish the race in one piece. Some of the racers behind me have already been knocked out, or so the announcer said; for them, the race is over, and I'll do everything I can to make sure I don't end up like them.

It's with reluctance that I tighten my grip on the control sticks. Right now, I can't push the machine to the max; if I did, I'd be asking for trouble. I'd rather slow down and navigate the Ashlan Crash Valley cautiously. The atmosphere here is totally different—debris everywhere, rocks, narrow walls that sometimes force me to angle my star racer vertically just to squeeze through.

The sand blurs past at a dizzying speed below, the dune crests dancing at the edge of my vision. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves, my grip on the controls firm. Every movement has to be precise, every action controlled. One slip here, and I'm finished. My well-honed reflexes take over, and I juggle the sticks to hold the course. My podracer slides over the scorching sand, slicing through the air like a blade… but I can't shake thoughts of hidden obstacles, rocks lying in wait, wrecks looming suddenly out of nowhere.

Then the statues of the Valley of the Dark Lords begin to appear on the horizon, sinister and massive, like shadows of bad omens. My stomach clenches. My throat is dry, and I swallow hard, my hands clenching even tighter on the controls. The ancient ruins tower above, imposing, reducing the path to an infernal bottleneck. Those Sith… it feels like they're watching me, like they want me to crash. But I won't give them that satisfaction. I'm here to survive, to make it through the race. With these experimental models, I've had to scale back my ambitions.

Dark thoughts crowd my mind, but my pilot instincts take over. I adjust my trajectory with precision, calculating each angle, anticipating each gust of wind between the statues. No slowing down now. Not here. My engines scream, the pressure pins me to my seat, and the wind roars more fiercely as I approach the first pillars. The machine responds as if it's an extension of my body, but I can't ignore the sweat trickling down my neck. A shiver runs down my spine, a voice in my head whispering that one mistake here would be fatal.

But I keep going, eyes fixed ahead. The thrill of the race is still there, mingling now with the euphoria of having full control—for now—or nearly full control over this beast of metal and fire. I've only just entered the Valley of the Dark Lords, and a new stretch lies before me; I have to stay sharp. Like the other zones, this race is anything but restful, especially with the newer model star racers. I'll have a few choice words for the mechanic at the end of this race so he can make the necessary adjustments to mine.

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Tags: OPEN

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Korriban, a desert world not too different from Tatooine where she lived the majority of her life. Though it had a lot more history to it from what her master Kaila Irons had told her. It was strange when she had stepped off the transport she had felt a strange familiarity with this place. She seemed to navigate through the area like she knew every step to the spire hall like she had walked the path before. Yet as far as she knew she had never been on this world before.

She came to the hall where there was a feast just behind Astrid pentoghast . Tamsin really didn't know what to expect, she had come here to see the races. There had been an invite for Kaila that Tamsin had caught her eye on. She wanted to see the races and fighters; it sounded exciting to her. A different side to the sith life that she hadn't seen yet, that and fast speeds with well honed machines maybe after the races she could get a look at one of those fighters.

She walked into the feast; the smell of the food was amazing. Still, she stopped and assessed her surroundings, it was part of her training know your surroundings and the people in it. There were many sith but also some normal business types. Her dark eyes just watched for a moment near the entrance. She thought she wouldn't know anyone here but as she scanned the room she noticed Darth Nexion . He had been on Tatooine when she had been liberated from her enslavement. Laphisto and Spek Zhio had faced off against him as she escaped.

She tensed up a bit because she wasn't sure if the man was friend or foe as he had killed people in the crowd that day. She stopped herself though from reaching for the Inquisitorial Saber that hung on her belt. Maybe it was a bad idea to come here, she thought to herself. She could just turn around and leave, no one knew her here so no one would notice her peak in and then just leave right?

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Naamino Zuukamano

[ let you down ]​

He was wet.

Everything that had happened. His life flashing before his eyes. What was taking priority for him was the fact that he was wet.

But at least he was no longer getting wetter. Naami had done something to blow the canopy open and then snatch and grabbed the kit to haul them both out of there.

Now the cat was slung over the Zabrak's back, holding fast with the shock-and-awe expression of a drowned rat experiencing post-traumatic stress.

Internally, the boy was trying to process. Just what was he trying to process? Well, that was the real question. And, no, he wasn't certain. Unblinking, the cat just stared ahead vacantly as if his brain was still trying to boot and stuck on some bios error.

There was a lot to analyze or reflect upon. And no doubt in due time that the Cathar's mind would come to peace with where they were presently.

"WE JUST CRASHED!"

It took some people longer than others.

 

[Ala Quin]

A loud warning noise was blaring in her cockpit. Ala slapped her control display and the annoying warning light stopped flashing. "Good...I fixed it!" She declared while happily while the cityscape they had begun it faded into the background. She was purposely trying to keep near the back of the pack, her reasoning was sound. It was best not to win, or come last. Be in the middle of the pack and get absolutely no attention from the snooty Sith aristocrats that were probably chowing down on expensive fish eggs.

Her heart sunk a little as she entered what appeared to be a graveyard for ships. The design and emblems were very familiar. Ashlan...Crusade.

Ala had found the Ashlan Crusade after her back had been broken by Tathra Khaeus . The Crusade had taken her in, brought healing to more than just her body, and then...she had left. It was the right thing to do at the time, but as she flew past the ships, her heart sunk. Could she have made a difference? At all? Probably not, but she could have tried.

The distraction of unfounded guilt saw her almost hit a jagged piece of hull plating that was jutting from the ground. Ala swung to the left, almost hitting another ship. ( Maiza Vex )

"Whoa! Head in the game Ala...head in the game!"

That one small error made her slip back a few places while she regathered her wits, focused on the race ahead and found a clear path through the rubble. Even as she came out of the Ashlan section of the race, the Jedi found herself dangerously close to last place. This was something that she could not allow to happen.

A gap, a path forward, appeared as one of the competitors ahead took a different path and Ala pushed forward on her controls causing the engines to flair, her ship to accelerate and that pesky warning light to come back on.

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Lyssara Thrynn Gavin Vel Madrona A’Mia Kivah

 

[Kivah]

Ashlan Crash Site
Very quickly, Kivah was finding herself out of the city and the twisting start. A short hop over a dusty plain and there was a graveyard of ships. She knew they were from a crusade. Part of a great victory and likely left as evidence of Sith superiority. To Kivah they were old scrap, and maybe an opportunity.

The Interceptor spun within its own silhouette and Kivah rolled it over another student's ship, forcing its collision avoidance system to dip the racer lower. She met it as they zoomed low over the sands, pressing in from behind as they flew under the upraised and skeletal bow of a crashed cruiser. In between the massive dunes and piled wreckage it was twitch flying, half instinct, half reflexes, all skill. Or dumb luck, if you asked someone other than the Cathar.

Feline reflexes didn't fail her though, and she soon switched places with the competitor she'd forced into the low route with her. Ahead, a dune rose up to meet the underside of the wreckage they were flying through, leaving a cave-like gap with Korriban's dim sun shining beyond, and back lighting the structural beams that had fallen to gate off half the opening. In a flash of inspiration, she knew how to remove a challenger. Her quartet of laser cannons opened up, each wingtip firing out green energy that slammed into the dune side to send plumes of sand skyrocketing into the air.

The sand filled the opening, hiding the danger within as Kivah slipped out the clear opening. The other student, trying to see or simply get clear of her engine wash, tried for the other end of the gap. The fireball lit up the dunescape behind Kivah's interceptor as she soared out into the clear sky. She grinned bloodthirstily until her sensor scopes cleared, and she realized that while she'd gone through the wreckage, most had gone over the more open areas where they could open their throttles and not have to weave. Leaving her far behind where she'd been.

Angling after the pack, Kivah kicked it into high gear. She knew the Valley of the Lords. That was where she'd make up for lost time.

Rolled 4-2=2

 

[Maiza Vex]

Theme: Highway to Hell
Tags: Leshanna | Lyssara Thrynn | Ala Quin | Gavin Vel | Kivah

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Maiza tried to get the fighter under control as she bounced around and zig zagged all over the place. In the cockpit she was like a little kid on an arcade machine without any credits in the machine. The stick going all over the place and pushing random buttons just to see if anything happened. Lights and warnings were going off, the onboard computer telling her there were turns ahead as she nearly missed several buildings on her exit from the Streets of Vardin.

She was starting to think she had this piloting thing under control and soon she could make her break for it. As she sped into the Ashlan crash site area, she took some deep breaths. "Okay let's just play follow the leader for a bit." She told herself, stay focused on the fighter ahead of you until you got everything….."What the…..!" She had to veer heavy to the left as some dumb git ( Ala Quin ) passed her by nearly hitting her in the process. Maiza gritted her teeth in anger.

"WATCH WHERE THE HELL YOU ARE GOING #@%$@&!&*^$# !" The expletives went on for awhile as rage swelled up in Maiza. Her sights set head long the fighter that had nearly hit her. She yanked the stick back to the right, and she started gunning for the fighter that nearly hit her.

She swerved hard to the right completely missing her intended target of ramming Ala Quin with her fighter. She swerved so hard her fighter went into a spin, as it slammed into junk, rocks, and started to spiral towards a large chunk of ship debris on the course. The paint job got all scratched to hell and a thousand dents now impacted on the surface of the fighter. The engines gave out and the spinning fighter went to the ground and skipped like a flat rock against the surface of a lake.

Maiza not strapped properly bounced around the cockpit, her hands flying off the steering stick. Her head slamming off the cockpit glass busting her open the hard way. Like Icarus she flew too close to the sun and got burned. As fighter got ripped to shreds by debris and bouncing off the ground. The fighter then began to tumble end over end as the fighter's nose caught a piece of debris. The fighter became little more than a Skeleton parts flying off in all direction the skin being ripped from surface.

The crumpled heap only abstractly resembling a fighter finally came to a sliding stop in the sands of Korriban. Another mausoleum shrine of the past sent here to collect dust and dirt. "Uhhh chit…..I feel dead all over." A voice moaned out from the only piece to really survive the fighter the reinforced cockpit.


Dice roll of 3-4 = -1

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

Datapad | Knife Phrik | Blaster | nutrient tube
Tag : | Open
Location : Korriban Race | Dark Lord Valley
Dice Score : 10+1 = 11


I don't know why, but despite the dark and ominous atmosphere of this place—the statues, the pillars, the columns, and the whispers I hear murmuring in my ear—I feel something is making me stronger. Is it the wind, or is it the voice of the ancient Sith, wanting me to join them in darkness? These whispers intensify as I get closer to the tombs. A powerful, almost intoxicating energy flows through my muscles and my fingers, clenched around the controls. Are these the spirits of the old Sith watching me, testing me? A shiver runs through me, but I keep my focus: this dark force might well be an ally… or my greatest danger.

I shake my head and refocus on the race. I grab the controls, pushing the speed a bit more, and inexplicably, I feel as if I've become accustomed to the commands, as if the very energy of Korriban is guiding me. What was once ominous and heavy now makes me stronger, and I begin my journey through the Valley of the Dark Lords. I switch on the general race comlink and hear the announcer report another crash in the area where I was earlier. Clearly, I made the right choice driving carefully and pulling ahead of the main pack.

In front of me opens a gigantic avenue lined with statues and mystical columns, each telling the ancient and bloody history of Korriban. This race is more instructive than it seems, a lesson in speed and mastery… but also in Sith history. I pass by legendary tombs: Tulak Hord, Kalig, Naga Sadow. The names of the Sith roll through my mind like an incantation. Their power still permeates the heavy air of the valley. I breathe deeply, absorbing their rage, their ambition, their unwavering will for victory. In this desert of stone and shadows, I feel anger burn within me like a vivid flame, making me faster, more determined.

"You must finish the race," .

As I keep my course with confidence, a colossal obstacle looms: a bridge suspended above a deep, menacing chasm. This chasm opens like a yawning maw beneath my Star Racer. A split-second hesitation, but I charge forward, my heart pounding. I'm careful not to fall—otherwise, it would be the end for me. Once across, I steer into the narrow turns that snake between the mausoleums of the Dark Lords, where ancient walls rise around me like a labyrinth of stone.

"Focus and finish the damn race!"

Ahead lies a dizzying spiral descent. A deadly drop, a series of turns where the smallest mistake would spell my doom. I push the controls to the limit, risking a bit of recklessness not to be thrown off course and into the wall. The walls blur past at a frightening speed, and I adjust the controls with feverish precision. My Star Racer vibrates, the cockpit roaring around me… it's almost as if the tomb itself is trying to pull me into its stone belly. My heart races, the Star Racer picks up speed, and the slightest vibration could send me crashing. I don't forget the other pilot too, one error from me is lethal

Finally, the descent calms, the walls open up, and my Star Racer's vibrations subside. For a moment, I allow myself to breathe, glancing at the indicators as they return to green. I've mastered the trial, and the silence around me feels like a reward… but it's only a brief respite. The race continues, and the Valley of the Dark Lords has more obstacles in store for me.

I press onward, ready to face whatever stands between me and the finish line. The Valley of the Dark Lords hasn't finished testing me, but I'm more determined than ever to finish this race. I still have some way to go and my fuel gauge is still acceptable.

 

[Lodd Grimmin]

Darth Caedes

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Lodd peered down from the balcony with intense curiosity as the sound of roaring engines filled the air, each competitor striving for the coveted victory and a measure of prestige within the Korriban Academy. Despite the Sith Order's general reluctance to engage with the Corporate Community following the collapse of the Sith Empire and the rise of the New Imperial Order, there remained much to glean from any information they were willing to share.

He could see the Dark Lord of the Dyarchy Diarch Reign advancing ahead to muse with the King of Korriban and introduce his children. There was an assumption on his part that the man was trying to gain additional favor to further his own ambitions within the Order, and if that was the case then the Neimoidian could not blame him as he was conducting himself in a similar manner in order to separate the Federation from the hands of Darth Carnifex.

"Ah...Lord Reign. Your appearance here is quite welcome from the standpoint of the Federation, given the reports of your increasing influence within the galaxy. Your strength certainly appears to be formidable enough to ensure the continuation of your lineage, should you face the unfortunate fate of falling in combat against the Guardians of the Alliance or other Jedi Enclaves." Lodd said with a soft smile to Diarch Reign , finding comfort in the fact that the man was already thinking ahead should the Dyarchy need direct successors. The Xoli Kaikruts glanced eerily down at the children, their bioengineered state leaving them quite unnatural within the force.

"Your Majesty, we are also honored that you have invited us here to attend this important event. The Kingdom of Korriban is already making great strides to oppose the influence of the Corpse Emperor, and we look forward to seeing your progress doubled with our assistance." He transitioned away smoothly from one conversation to another, replying to Darth Caedes who was standing nearby to begin the event properly. Korriban would soon be an industrial powerhouse underneath the stewardship of the Federation should negotiations go well.

 

[Leshanna]

After leaving the Vardin streets behind, Leshanna guided her sleek starcraft out into the open red sands of the desert, following the guiding words shared by Kivah not all that long ago to her and the others. Naamino and Micah were out of the race, but she knew others were still there with her. Like Gavin and Kivah. There were others too she didn’t recognize, but she kept an eye on the positions of their crafts in relation to hers. She barely had a lead, but this was not something she focused on.

Coming up was the second section of the race course, a dangerous obstacle course in the form of wrecked old battleships that littered the Golg Desert. She’d been taught that they were the remnants of the Ashlan Crusade, a battle that had taken place on Korriban some time prior, where the current ruling Sith King had come out victorious.

No doubt, that same King was somewhere in the Spires, watching the race. But Lesh tried not to think about that; if she dwelt on that thought then she’d grow nervous of her performance and thus find herself more likely to crash.

And she really wanted to finish the race, if only to rub Naamino’s face in it. Truthfully, she was disappointed that he had crashed out so soon. She’d been looking forward to their little competition together. Ah well, maybe next time.

Looming up before her were the first rusted obstacles she would have to face to get through the ship graveyard. Lesh focused in and cleared her mind of all thoughts and distractions; she was going to need every ounce of awareness to get through to the next portion.

The girl was gentle on the controls, remembering the advice shared with her as she angled the craft to weave between shattered hulls, jutting wings, and other bits of old battleships that tested her nerves as she zipped onward. She hardly noticed any of the other racers, so intent was she on maintaining her course. She navigated through the wreckage almost as if she'd flown through half a dozen times already, and eventually she came out on the other side without any issues.

Tensions easing somewhat, Leshanna looked around herself to see where the other racers were at and who she needed to keep an eye on, before she refocused herself for the third portion of race: the infamous Valley of the Dark Lords.

Dice Roll: 16-2 = 14

Tags: Gavin Vel // Lyssara Thrynn // Ala Quin // Kivah
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[Lina Ovmar]

Tags: Revna Darth Caedes | OPEN​

The air was thick with the scent of mouth-watering spices and sweet roasted meats from across the galaxy, a feast that boasted of Korribans’ connections and influence. Lina’s entrance was quiet, stepping in on soft slippered feet as her gaze swept the attendees searching for the one who had invited her here in the first place.

Lina had forgone her normal black robes for a black jumpsuit, embroidered with emerald thread along the hems, a deep plunge neckline covered with a panel of chiffon that matched the batwing sleeves. Her dark hair was loose, curls catching slightly in the warm desert breeze.

She knew where Revna was without looking for her, the benefits of the blood trail she’d placed on her some time ago, but Lina still took her time manoeuvering through those gathered, ear pricked for conversations of interest, her gaze pausing on the monarch Darth Caedes as she swept past, her head dipping in a bow of respect should his gaze come her way.

A gentle hand pressed on the middle of Revna’s back as she approached before slipping her arm through the young woman's and squeezing it affectionately. “This is quite the event. I have to say an in-atmosphere starfighter race is certainly new on the cards for me.” Her eyes followed the race progress for a moment before she tore her eyes away to look at the dark-haired woman. “How are you faring?”

 

[Kivah]

Valley of the Dark Lords +1

Kivah was royally pissed. Mostly at herself for trying to be too clever. That little stunt to remove a competitor wasn't something a Rakghoul would do. Maybe one of those prissy Derriphan students. Instead she did what she should have done from the start and kept the throttle fully open. The TIE/IN screamed into the Valley of the Dark Lords at its full twelve-hundred and fifty kilometers an hour, the sound barrier shattering behind her with a sonic boom. Then her little finger found the button for the SLAM drive and Kivah was pressed back into her seat despite the inertial dampeners.

The fighter slewed around and Kivah fought it to stay on the course. She'd hunted this valley during her initiation trials and a few tiems since. Spent days of practice and study here, seen maps of it. Now she was relying on all that and the Force as she burried herself in her anger. Each corner couldn't be taken as it came, but prepared for before it was even in view.

Sweat dampened her fur and she strained against her crash webbing as she threw her wnole body behind each movement. Canyon racing was a young fool's game, and now she was hurtling down one, every sense straining, nerves reacting like lightning as her fighter banked and rolled as it looped around the turns in the course. The miles long stretch of the valley was gone in a flash that dragged on forever, lasting less than a minute that would be burned into her memory forever.

 

[Viers Connory]

//: OPEN //:

Rumors of another academy echoed in the halls of Jutrand. Students gossiped and questioned about what the other Academy was like. No one knew what the Korriban crew was like or what kind of Sith they produced. Viers had some curiosities. Some said the students were all demons from the Nether; other rumors had the students as bloodthirsty cultists. The former was what caught the young monk's attention. She wondered if the source of the nether vagrants came from the Korriban Academy. She had investigated several students in the Jutland academy, and none smelled like the Nether - except her. It was a stench she struggled to shake no matter how many baths or showers she took.

Thinking about it, Viers raised her arm, and she took a casual sniff under her arm. Despite the smell of a nabooian beach, the young Corellian picked up hints of the wretched smell. Frowning, Viers lowered her arm and huffed. She most likely needed a cleanse back at the temple but getting there would be an adventure. Also, the last thing she wanted to do was lead whatever was messing with her mind and keep her in Sith space back to her home base.

Viers had wandered out towards the training grounds on Jutrand. Standing in her first-group ranking uniform, she groaned again, her toe kicking a rock gently against the grass. The others had focused on their studies and pushed their ranks. Having been the lowest in the first group made her a target. Several had come to challenge her, but with her unique abilities not having a root in the dark side, she was considered an anomaly.

Though the constant duels were annoying, she maintained her status and never fought to pull ahead. Maybe something would strike her fancy, and she would swing up towards those with status.

Today, she had other plans. Viers wanted to see what this Korriban Academy was like, and they seemed to like to reach out to Jutrand to collaborate. Most students refused, seeing the teachings as too different from Jutrand's professors', but Viers' curiosity got the best of hers. So she headed on towards the Holy Worlds.

Present Time​

The scent of succulent meats and other foods wafted through the air. Viers had remained cloaked in the shadows, using the Force to dampen her presence and hide her from sight. The young Corellian had easily discovered her ability to hide and sneak into places she probably didn't belong. While it was a good skill, it often got her into trouble.

But food, especially meat, couldn't get someone in trouble, right?

Viers made up her mind and began to creep quietly, still enveloped in the Force Cloak. She followed the woman carrying the large tray as she set it out for the guests of what she assumed were the teachers of the Korriban academy. She drew closer to the table and ducked under the tablecloth, using it as a hideout.

Peering out through one of the corners, she took in the faces of those in attendance. Some of the faces the young woman recognized from the trials on Jutrand. Others she had only learned about while in the Academy. These people could be sponsors of the students; one of them could be her sponsor. Viers still hadn't met the unlucky Sith Lord who had decided to sponsor her. They were the reason she was still alive and kicking while at Jutrand. Frowning, she figured her sponsor was far more elite than those in attendance.

Viers continued to sit under the table, a hand reaching up, padding around for something devious. Her fingers found something warm and moist; it obviously had to be a piece of that delicious meat. Nearly salivating, the Corellian used her index and middle finger to grasp the corner of the tender cutlet. With a flick of her wrist, the piece rotated slightly in midair and landed in her palm.

She had found her prize, and to anyone paying any attention, the meat looked as if it was dancing on its own and suddenly disappearing under the table.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

Datapad | Knife Phrik | Blaster | nutrient tube
Tag : | Open
Location : Korriban Race | Dark Lord Valley


I press onward, ready to face whatever stands between me and the finish line. The Valley of the Dark Lords hasn't finished testing me, but I'm more determined than ever to finish this race. I still have some way to go and my fuel gauge is still acceptable.

I think I've done a good half of the race, there's still one stage to go before I can hope to get back to the city in one piece, the tunnels, but my intention remains focused, because I'm still in the valley of the black lords and walking through it, although dangerous, is very instructive, the tombs are becoming less numerous and the bends less steep.

A moment's respite for my passage through the valley of the black lords, these whispers, these dangerous bends, everything resonates within me at the speed of my star racer, I let out a sigh, tiredness beginning to make itself felt, the intense concentration it demands wearing me out.

But this is no time to slack off, because I'd really like to finish the race, I've still got two stages to go, I'm thinking about it, I've got a nutrient tube in my pocket, what if it was time to have a bite to eat and regain a bit of strength? While it's quiet? With one hand, I grab it, uncork the tube and carefully lead with the other, put the cap on the back like a pen and consume my entire nutrient tube, well, it doesn't matter, there's plenty more at the academy.

With a quick gesture, I put the empty tube back in my pocket and catch up with my orders, I've just filled up on energy and hope I'm not overdoing the digestion, my star racer is heading for the entrance to the tunnels, I can see the acrid canyons of korriban in the distance, I let out a sigh. Keeping in mind that anything can happen in this damn race.

 

[Maiza Vex]

Theme: Highway to Hell
Tags: Leshanna | Lyssara Thrynn | Ala Quin | Gavin Vel | Kivah

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The canopy of the cockpit creaked and moaned as a hand pushed up against it and with a hiss and snap it popped loose opening up. Two hands then reached out over the remains of the wreckage and began to pull the body out. A smell of burning oils and greases filled the air around Maiza. She could feel the heat from the fires all around her as she agonizingly pulled herself free from the cockpit.

An odd smell hit her nose though, it was worse than the fuel fumes. "Cabbage?" she groaned to herself why the hell did she smell burnt cabbage? Then she remembered if you where having a stroke you smelt…..no wait that was toast not cabbage. Thank god for a moment she thought she might be having a stroke. Still, it didn't explain the smell of burnt cabbage, it was awful it made her dry heave which in turn cause her great amount of pain in her ribs, she clearly broke a few.

Really between the broken ribs and bleeding gash across her forehead that caused her head to pound. She managed to lift her head up and look around, her sight was blurred, and blood was running down her forehead into her eyes. She saw a shadowy blurry figure standing a few feet in front of her. As the ringing in her ears began to subside a little bit she could hear the figure yelling at her in Jawaese and then she saw it's glowing beady eyes.

Maiza knew a little bit of Jawaese as her parents as pirates had to deal with them a lot. The Jawa was screaming about how she needed to pay for destroying his cabbage cart. Defiantly in pain she lifted her right hand and flipped the Jawa the bird, smiling to herself she then looked off to her left and there it was like miracle a 64-Y Swift that had, had a trailer hitch snapped off of it. Most likely the cabbage cart the Jaw a was carrying. Now a bike was something Maiza knew she could pilot.

Every ounce of her didn't want to move but the anger in her pushed her forward and she grimaced though it pushing herself up to her feet wobbling and flailing at first. But her stubbornness and anger would not let her fall she stood a good foot or more taller then the Jawa who was now being stared down by a very pissed off and in pain half Zabrak. She gritted her teeth and growled at the Jawa who meeped the hell out and took off running.

She grabbed a hunk of sharp metal from the debris hardly feeling it burning her hand a little from the heat as she marched towards the Jawa's now abandoned bike. She hopped on and hit the ignition and then pushing the throttle down. She was determined to catch the fighter that had caused her wreck.

Spoiler: Special Rules

100 - Nothing
76-99 - Slow Pack animal
50-75 - Blinged out Moped Speeder (Moderate speed)
26-49 - Fast Speeder or speeder bike
10-25 - Something that could fly to catch a fighter
1-9 - Something fast enough to catch a fighter that also has weapons.

 

[Lucette]

Lucette's eyes sparkled as she slipped into the Academy hall on Korriban. Everything about this place screamed "serious," with its dark stone walls and shadows stretching like they had their own secrets. Her grandmother figured it was a good idea for her to see how others practiced the dark arts—and it would be, she thought, if everyone here didn't look like they'd been raised by stone gargoyles. Her mothers thought she was just out with her cousin Kaivaan, who was around here somewhere, probably trying to find the library.

There she was looking over the food, lured there by the scent of incense mixed with the aroma of roasted meats. Admittedly she was curious as to what passed for food on Korriban. She just imagined they sat meditating, recanting dark scripture and probably feasting like cannibals on the unfortunate failures of the academy. Or perhaps she'd simply read too much holonet fanfics.

Just as she was starting to zone out, her eyes landed on something strange. A hand, upturned from the bottom of the table, fingers grasping a cutlet. Oh, Lucette was amused. It dangled temptingly beside the banquet table, then dipped and slipped beneath the tablecloth. The Dosuunian stifled a giggle; who would pull a stunt like that for food? Everyone here was so stiff and brooding, it seemed impossible someone else would pull a stunt like this.

Grinning, she sauntered over, propped her chin on her hand, and leaned in close to the table's edge, keeping her voice low but amused. "Stealth and hunger? You're braver than I thought," she teased, hoping the "food thief" would reveal themselves.

Viers Connory ​

 

[Darth Caedes]

<<In court politics, as in Shah-tezh, the strongest move is often the least assuming, creeping from the periphery to corner the unsuspecting.>>
—Darth Caedes, to Revna Marr
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Outer Rim
Korriban
Capital City; Vardin
Tags— Diarch Reign | Diarch Rellik | Lodd Grimmin | Madrona A’Mia | Elmindra Xitaar | Lina Ovmar | Revna | Astrid pentoghast | Darth Nexion

Darth Caedes reclined, watching as Darth Reign ascended the stones with his two young daughters. The Diarch extended his arm in greeting, and Caedes clasped it with a firm grip, inclining his head to speak quietly.

"I'm glad the prototypes were finished in time," said the other man, conspiratorially.​

Caedes nodded, his eyes intent on Reign.

"How do the acolytes look so far?"​

His voice was low, threading through the crowd's din.

"They show promise," he replied simply.​

"Besides that," Reign urged, "how are you, my friend?"​

"Better," he agreed, releasing the man's arm.
"Better, now that you're here." Then, motioning with his eyes, he asked, "and who do we have here?"​

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Reign drew back, straightening with a flourish and affecting a more public demeanor, his daughters flanking him.

"My lord," he performed, "allow me to introduce my children, the Ladies Nightmare and Shadow."​

Rising from his throne, Caedes moved with a fluid grace, inclining his head respectfully to each of the children. His gaze, penetrating and unyielding, seemed to peer beyond their young faces, searching for the power he sensed coiled there within.

"Welcome to Korriban," he said, his voice imbued with solemn gravity, affixing his gaze first upon one daughter, and then the other.​

"Lady Nightmare, Lady Shadow. You are a credit to your father's name. The Force flows powerfully through the both of you."​

As he resumed his seat, a flicker of movement caught his attention: Lodd Grimmin approached, accompanied by his two peculiar attendants. The Trade Monarch's voice was smooth, practiced, each word laden with subtle implication.

"Ah… Lord Reign," Lodd intoned. Caedes met him with a nod, welcoming him and bidding he draw near.​

"Your appearance here is quite welcome from the standpoint of the Federation, given the reports of your increasing influence within the galaxy. Your strength certainly appears to be formidable enough to ensure the continuation of your lineage, should you face the unfortunate fate of falling in combat against the Guardians of the Alliance or other Jedi Enclaves."​

A thin smile tugged at Caedes' lips. Lodd's ambition was palpable, swirling in the Force, and the strange, pulsing presences of his two followers raised his interest. Lodd turned to him, inclining his head in respect.

"Your Majesty, we are also honored that you have invited us here to attend this important event. The Kingdom of Korriban is already making great strides to oppose the influence of the Corpse Emperor, and we look forward to seeing your progress doubled with our assistance."​

Caedes gave a curt nod, his golden eyes studying Lodd's every movement. He was bold to speak of such things here, even among loyalists, but Caedes did not fear recrimination from a complacent Emperor.

"Korriban welcomes your support, Trade Monarch. Please: sit, eat, drink, your Federation is always welcomed at my table."​

As Lodd moved aside, Caedes noticed a familiar figure passing by the throne—Lina Ovmar, her head lowered in a modest bow. The memory of her, flung from the Kaggath's viewing balconies, descending on wings to sweep up the remains of Darth Strosius , stirred within him. An interesting piece to find here; here, on the Shah-tezh board of courtly affairs.

At the edge of the crowd, another presence brushed against his mind, momentarily calling for his attention, sending a mental touch through the Force. Revna. Once the apprentice of Darth Strosius, she now stood alone, masterless, watching from afar.

He sent a brief response back, the mental message cool and sharp. Bring Lina Ovmar to me.​

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

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Datapad | Knife Phrik | Blaster | nutrient tube(eat)
Tag : | Open |
Theme : Music Fun
Location : Korriban Race | Nethermaw Tunnel first step/middle area.
Dice score : 9-3 = 6 Nethermaw Tunnel area


As I enter the Nethermaw Tunnels, my instincts tell me to slow down. If I keep going at this speed, I'm bound to crash. My pace, which was in the orange zone, drops to blue—much more manageable. I turn on the exterior lights of my Star Racer to get a better look at the caves and canyons around me.

Now I can see where I'm heading: stalagmites, stalactites, narrow and winding passages. This is no place to play the daredevil. I follow my instincts; now is not the time for unnecessary risks—what matters is finishing this race in one piece. I carefully maneuver between the rocks and peaks, significantly slowing down.

It doesn't matter if I'm not in first place for this part; there will still be time to push on the final stretch. By adopting a safer driving style, I can avoid obstacles, even if it costs me time. Better that than charging ahead recklessly and ending up in pieces. Even though I'm a smuggler, I know how to gauge risks, and it shows in my piloting here. This zone feels dangerous, so I stay on high alert. Three pilots are already out of the race, and I have no desire to be the fourth.

Having had a snack helps me keep my focus sharp, too. A small break in the middle of the race did me a lot of good. The anger I built up in the Valley of the Dark Lords has made me stronger; I've drawn on that dark energy to fuel my determination. I'm ready for whatever comes next.

Now, I'm following an underground river, determined not to end up in the water. Fortunately, the anti-gravity engines are helpful, but I'm not taking any unnecessary risks. This section is exhausting: visibility is poor, and the turns are treacherous. But I'm staying focused, determined to finish this race. I weave through a series of tight turns, moderating my speed with precision.

In the narrowest passages, I position my Star Racer vertically to slip between two stalactites without damaging my thrusters. It would be a shame to wreck them now. I keep a sharp eye around me in case any other racer decides to come close. After all, it's a race, and everyone here wants to win. I need to stay focused and on my guard. I am stay in the race for the moment and I give it my full attention too.

 

[Kivah]

Tunnels, darkness and tight spaces. Kivah knew she had to dial back on the throttle despite how well going all-out had worked in the Valley. She adjusted her controls, turning on the floods and bringing up the course map while adjusting the sensors. Ahead was the tunnel entrance and she dipped into it. Not a lot of places to pass in here, so whoever got out first was going to have the advantage on the last leg.

The floods kicked up stark shadows and glared off the rocks until Kivah dialed them back. The engines gave off a steady humm that almost soothed after their screaming and the twitchiness of the Valley. It wasn't that the caves weren't bad, but she wasn't taking them at well over a thousand plus.

She rolled, diped, and juked around the craggy rocks and obsticals, sticking to the wider paths. The Interceptor's wings weren't as bad as a TIE's, but they'd still prevent her from shooting the narrowest of gaps. The tapetum lucidum of her eyes made them shine green as they bounced the lights in her eyes, giving her retina a second chance to absorb it. The cave still wasn't fun, but Kivah was willing to bet she was having an easier time of it than someone relying only on the stark light of their floods as they washed evything out.

The tunnels opened up into a cavern and Kivah took the opprotunity to zip past one or two more hesitant racers to improve her position and get out from behind the slow pokes before the tunnels narrowed back down. From there it was a simple matter to stay on the shorter course until she was spat back out into the dusty sky. She breathed easy, just had to get back into the city and onto the podium. The open desert leading into the straightaway and the Cathar pulled into a tight loop and roll to line up on it before opening up the taps once again. Next to her was another racer, seeiming to vie for the lead. Not willing to have any of that nonesense, Kivah pushed the rudder left and the yoke right, sending her interceptor into a slew that let her fire off a burst of laser fire across the nose of Lyssara Thrynn fighter!

Sabotaging Lyssara Thrynn -1 to her Final Stretch!
Roll 17 - 3 = 14

 

[Viers Connory]

//: Lucette //:

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Viers bit into the succulent flesh of the steak. There was nothing more magical about the flavor and mixture of spices that exploded in her mouth. The girl didn't care about anything, not even the dribble of juice that ran down from the corner of her mouth. Lucky for her and her uniform, Viers could catch it with the back of her hand. The steak was gone faster than it took her to steal, and her fingers quickly cleaned. More was to be devoured, and she hadn't been caught yet.

Reaching out from under the tablecloth, Viers stopped. An unfamiliar voice whispered through the table. The young acolyte had been caught, but the voice wasn't from one of the Sith Lords. It was softer and almost playful, and Viers peeked out from under the table and suddenly became visible. The mask of the full Jutrand uniform hung from the side, and her face showed the remnants of the previous theft. Blinking, Viers stared up at the girl that spoke to her. She didn't seem like the others, and they were roughly the same age from the looks of it. Her vision darted past Lucette to make sure others didn't see anything. If she was caught by one of the more stiff Siths, she would lose her access to the food.

"I wanted to, um, have my pick of the litter. You know? Get the best of the best before the others get it." Viers whispered back as her eyes settled back to the Dosuunian girl. In her open hand, another steak floated towards her; grinning wide, the Corellian offered the steak. "I'm willing to share in exchange for your silence." Viers winked and spun the steak gently, trying to win the girl over.