Faction Feast of the Furious // A Korriban Story

[Lucette]

Lucette's black suit was cut to perfection, a sophisticated silhouette accentuated by sleek gold piping that traced each seam. Her look was neatly pressed and carried an air of elegance, something meticulously chosen to make an impression—practical and sharp, with just a hint of luxury. Her long auburn brown hair was styled neatly, and the lapel of her jacket caught the ambient light, adding an understated sheen to her look.

Lucette blinked as Viers peeked out from under the table, eyes wide at the sight of the other girl's rebellious, slightly disheveled appearance. Her mouth opened slightly in surprise, noting the daring mismatched look as Viers attempted to hide her mischief.

"Oh, well, you, um… you've got…" She gestured to the corner of Viers's mouth, clearly amused. Instead of pointing it out directly, she lifted a cloth napkin with a delicate flick of her fingers and held it out, warm and polite. "Is it alright if I just…? Or you can, if you'd prefer…" Lucette trailed off, her smirk growing as she watched Viers's amused and surprised expression. She liked this girl's style; it was as if she couldn't care less about the Academy's stiff expectations.

Taking in Viers's wink and offer of a floating piece of steak, Lucette gave a short, approving nod. "Mhmmm, and who am I to turn down such a delicious exchange?" With a sly smile, she summoned a few more napkins over to cover for any future "thefts." Her eyes sparkled with a sense of playful conspiracy. "I accept," she replied smoothly, her tone easy but with an unmistakable smirk.

Lucette raised an eyebrow, her smile widening as she gave the girl a playful look. "So… should I call you 'Steak-Girl,' or is there something else you'd prefer?" she teased, her voice light with amusement.

Without missing a beat, she extended her hand in a graceful gesture of introduction. "Lucette Fortan-Sæunnsdottir," she said with a hint of formality, her name rolling smoothly off her tongue before she softened her tone. "Or just Lucy, if you like," she added, relieved she hadn't given her full, formal name.

Viers Connory ​

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

"WE JUST CRASHED!" @Micah tol Powl

The zabrak winced at his soggy companion's sudden holler, his ear practically ringing on that side. But he deserved far worse for what he'd just put Micah through so he trudged onward. Naami was careful with his movements as he clambered quickly over debris from their wreckage, not wanting to jostle the boy overmuch for fear of stabbing him with one of his horns. He was honestly almost in as much shock as the cathar but for whatever reason it transferred into a need to keep moving.

Micah was a bit heavier than the average pack he usually marched with, but his own growing frame was still thundering with adrenaline and the shock of very nearly dying. Or at least the sensation of very nearly dying. Naami was silent for a bit, choosing to focus on momentum- driven by absolute determination that he'd reach the feast to watch the other racers. His mind was singular in that moment: quitting was for failures. Reaching the feast in the streets of Vardin where the ultimate finish line was- that was perhaps his only chance at any sense of… not redemption. Closure. That was the word.

Aching arms that had flexed far too much while gripping the controls far too tightly were just now beginning to complain. He grunted a bit then readjusted his hold on the precious cargo clinging to his back. Eventually, when he'd cleared one of three blocks he needed to traverse to reclaim his destination, the boy cleared his throat and spoke up.

"Sorry for that- I… I'm getting us to the feast at least. And… I'm sure someone'll be able to dry you off."

(Nearly there now)

 

[Revna]

Direct Interaction: Lina Ovmar // Darth Caedes
Mentions: Darth Reign // Darth Rellik // Darth Nexion // Lodd Grimmin // Astrid pentoghast ​

Much could be learned about others and the general atmosphere of a location if one simply had the patience to watch and listen from the fringes. And indeed, that was what Revna did as she quietly slipped her way through the gathered individuals within the feasting chamber, taking note of those who carried power with them - memorizing their faces, their voices, their unique signature within the Force.

She noted the new faces that accompanied Darth Reign, or at least seemed to know him - two girls who flanked him, and a Sith man closer to her own age, whom she didn't recognize. He leaned in and said something to the two girls before he ambled off, headed towards a servant for a drink. She watched him for a few moments longer, before her gaze was drawn to another robed Sith, wine glass in hand, who had approached and conversed briefly with Reign. Soon, Darth Reign had turned his attentions to the King, and a very small smile touched her face as she witnessed the less than formal greeting between him and Caedes. They seemed to be forming some kind of connection that went beyond mere formalities, and it was something she took note of.

There was no mistaking, nor ignoring, the Trade Monarch Lodd Grimmin as he made his approach to the throne, flanked by strange creatures that were both unsettling and intriguing to look upon. Revna caught wind of formal discussion and mention of the Corpse Emperor before her attention shifted to the entryway to see a stunning woman enter into the feasting chamber, wearing a low back, royal purple dress that no doubt drew the eyes of all those who could see her. Whoever this woman was, she exuded an aura of dangerous beauty and mysterious allure that drew eyes to her wherever she went.

Revna’s attention was eventually drawn to a holoscreen nearby that was broadcasting the race live to those inside. She chuckled softly as it was announced that someone had crashed out within the first leg of the race, and she shook her head slightly. Hopefully the racers within the craft were well and in one piece. And if they weren’t? Well…a Sith did not waste anything that could prove useful.

She was still engrossed in the race when she felt a familiar presence approach her and moment later, a hand gently touched the small of her back. She glanced sharply to see who felt comfortable enough to show such familiarity with her, and saw the ever beautiful visage of Lina Ovmar. Revna smiled warmly as Lina intertwined her arm with hers and made a comment about the event.

“Indeed; it is new for me as well. But, I can’t pass up a good feast and a great show for entertainment, now can I? And now have good company to share the event with. I am…faring well, all things considered. I am treated well too. Of course, this only makes me keep a sharper eye and ear out for the machinations of those in power around these parts.” She paused for a moment, her gaze drifting over the crowd in a casual manner.

“These social events also give me a chance to…brush shoulders and minds with others. Find potential allies, or perhaps even find someone I can connect with on a deeper level, if you know what I mean.” She turned her gaze back to Lina, a somewhat playful gleam in her eyes that soon faded into a more somber expression. “I’ve been finding that I desire that more and more these days. Probably an effort to try and fill that hole left behind.”

A moment later, she felt the familiar presence of Darth Caedes touch her mind as he delivered a clear directive to her. Revna did not respond to him immediately, testing the limit on what was permissible for compliance to a command before she glanced over her shoulder at the King and met his gaze directly. You speak to me as if you were my master - came her gibe back to him. She couldn’t have him thinking that she had lost any of her fiery nature, despite her recent life changes. After a moment, however, she offered him a small and playful smirk before she looked back at Lina.

“Come with me…the King wants to see you.”

She would guide the woman through the crowd until they reached the bottom step before the throne. She dipped her head to show due respect, before meeting his gaze directly once more, a hint of mischievousness within her. “I have brought Lina, as you so kindly requested me to, my Lord.”

 

[Darth Rellik]

A Time for Introductions​

Rellik was beginning to think the wine was taking a hold. He can handle almost a full bottle before his mind begins to fail and if his count was correct... "Wait, how many glasses have I had" he stated to himself in a cheerful mood. If anything, this is where the fun begins. He had been standing at a window looking out unto the beautiful scenery of Korriban. "I will have to ask the King for permission to survey some of the temples. Maybe I can come along with some of his students one day." The Dark Lord gathered himself and sent a signal to Nightmare - Darth Reign 's daughter. "Tell me what you have noticed of each person here?" Always being keen to her uncles aspirations and instructions she did as she was asked.

As the party raged, there were many people who Rellik wanted to speak to. In his tipsiness he decided there was only one course of action. He will make several illusions of himself to go around the party and introduce himself to everyone at once! Using the information from his Niece and his own intuitions he began. Firstly Astrid pentoghast - it might be the alcohol talking but she did look lovely in her dress. "Hello Nightsister, I am Lord Rellik, Co-Head of the Diarchy. It is a pleasure to meet you. It was hard not to notice you from across the room." He stated with a slight smile and low bow. "Tell me what brings you here tonight?"

Than, there was the matter of Lodd Grimmin - A figure in the trade federation who seemed to enjoy conversing. Something him and Rellik would surely have in common! With an apparition he moved to the figure. "Ah hello, I have heard you throughout the evening and wanted to make you more than an acquaintance. I am Darth Rellik, Co-Head of the Diarchy and am fascinated by you being here. It is not often to see your kind in Sith space and would love to hear some tales of your exploits." Waving over some drinks for the two, Rellik knowing his figure head illusion would never be able to take a sip.

When it came to the matter of Lucette , Nightmare had been watching her from afar. She seemed sweet and from what they could tell and was not malicious in her intents. In this Rellik decided he would send a little messenger instead of himself. A small illusion of his baby pet Adar formed in his mind. He sent it and Reigns daughter nightmare over to the cart of meat she appeared to be hovering over. Rellik imitated his pets mannerisms so that it would be cute and welcoming. Just as it was at home. It approached Lucette in a feline manner with Darth Reign 's daughter. The small Adar going for a piece of meat. "Hello, I am Nightmare, Darth Reigns daughter. It is nice to meet you. My uncle Lord Rellik told me to meet some of the parties guests and ask them about themselves."

In the end the King was left, along with his compatriots. from what he has overheard Lina and his apprentice Revna were personal to him. Both of whom had caught his eye because of their outfits and beauty. "I should have worn something beyond just my Sith robes." Ahh either way, once he finishes with his illusions he will use his magic to don different clothing and approach the Kings entourage. For he is the one person Rellik truly wants to talk to. It would just be best for him to let the King finish his current business before approaching him.

 

[Gavin Vel]

Objective 1 - Korriban Valley

Gavin’s eyes stayed locked on his controls, his knuckles white as he gripped the yoke. The roar of the engines filled his ears, but the thought of Naamino’s crash clawed at the back of his mind, refusing to be ignored. How infuriating. It would have been so much easier to shut it out, to not care. But no matter how much he tried, some part of his brain clung stubbornly to his concern for Naamino.

For a fleeting moment, he actually considered abandoning the race—turning back to check on Naamino, to make sure he was okay. His grip wavered ever so slightly as the thought passed through him.

But the moment was brief.

He had to finish. His hunger for victory was stronger than his worry. Besides, he reasoned, if Naamino was gone, losing the race wouldn’t bring him back. He’d have plenty of time to mourn later, if it came to that. For now, he clung to the hope that Naamino was fine, burying the nagging doubt as deep as he could.

Gavin held the controls tightly, his focus narrowing as he steered the craft away from the bustling streets of Korriban’s capital and into the open expanse of the valley. At first, his movements were jerky, the ship lurching with every overcorrection. He grit his teeth, annoyed by his own clumsiness, but forced himself to ease into the rhythm of the controls. Gradually, the ship responded more fluidly, and a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he began to get the hang of it.

The valley stretched before him, a harsh and jagged terrain bathed in the reddish hues of Korriban’s sky. The sight was both breathtaking and dangerous, each rock formation and canyon presenting a new challenge to navigate. Gavin’s instincts sharpened as he pushed the ship harder, weaving between rocky outcrops and skimming low over the ground.

The roar of the engines and the rush of wind were exhilarating. For a moment, he felt unstoppable, the thrill of the race consuming him. Yet, in the back of his mind, the thought of Naamino’s crash lingered, a stubborn reminder of the stakes. He forced it down again, focusing solely on the path ahead.

“Almost there.” he muttered to himself, eyes scanning the horizon for the next checkpoint. Victory was within reach, and Gavin wasn’t about to let anything—or anyone—stand in his way.

Try as he might, the valley’s unforgiving terrain was proving to be too much. Each twist and turn felt more treacherous than the last, and Gavin quickly realized he wasn’t gaining any ground. He clenched his jaw in frustration, the ship lurching as he overcompensated on a sharp turn. His inexperience was showing.

He had flown before—simulators, speeders, even a few stolen landspeeders back on Nar Shaddaa—but this was different. Controlling a starship in a high-stakes race was a whole new challenge, and he was struggling to keep the ship steady, let alone close the gap on the leaders. Every slip-up cost him precious seconds, and he could feel the distance between him and the front-runners growing with each misstep.

“Come on, damn it!” he growled, tightening his grip on the controls as he tried to coax more speed and precision from the ship. But the valley was relentless, its jagged cliffs and sudden drops demanding a level of finesse he hadn’t yet mastered.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

Korriban | Nethermaw Tunnel | OST
Tag : Open

The walls of the immense cavern rise in towering cliffs, each rumble of my star racer reverberating against them. The noise is deafening, every echo amplifying the crash of my passage. A single moment of distraction, and a boulder crashes down behind me with a thunderous roar that shakes my controls – a rockslide threatening to trap me. No time to waste, I have to push through.

With a quick jerk, I veer to the right, then immediately to the left to dodge a second rock that falls just ahead, nearly ripping one of my wings off. Every move demands perfect timing, and with this damn delay in the controls, every second is critical. If I get out of this, it'll be a miracle.

My fingers are clenched around the controls, trying to compensate for the lag in response with every maneuver. My eyes are glued to the slightest shadow that might signal danger. I catch sight of a stalactite collapsing right in front of me. With a sudden swerve to the right, I manage to pull off the move just barely, despite the sluggish controls. Frustration wells up; racing on Korriban was a terrible idea. Whoever designed this course and the mechanics who "prepped" this racer are going to hear from me if I get through this alive.

"The next person who mentions racing on Korriban, I'm going to strangle! I want to know who designed this race. And those mechanics, huh..."

Concentration is at its peak as the cavern narrows into a tighter corridor, the walls closing in, covered in jagged rocks. The light of the exit finally appears far ahead, but the path is nearly blocked by a massive boulder. Without hesitation, I aim and fire: the explosion sends shards of rock flying, and a cloud of dust blurs my vision. My controls betray me again, and I struggle to steer through, adjusting my course with maddening lag.

The light grows stronger as I approach the exit, but the tunnel continues to close in around me. The contrast between shadow and blinding brightness only worsens my disorientation. The controls remain maddeningly sluggish, and I have to double down on anticipation to dodge each falling rock and every wall that seems to tighten around me.

As I near the exit, my vision strains to adjust to the brightness outside, but every move remains a challenge. The exit is finally within reach… but each turn, each final obstacle, tests my endurance and focus as I push forward with a racer barely responding to my commands. That's very fun in stardin street with this star racer.