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: Diarch Reign // Diarch 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.”

 

[Diarch 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 - Diarch 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 Diarch 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.

 

[Viers Connory]

//: Lucette //: Diarch Rellik //:

"Ah? Something on my mouth?" Viers motioned towards her face as she looked to grab the neckerchief of the uniform. Once more, lucky for the pristine uniform, Lucette had offered a napkin. Seeing the girl's offer of the napkin, Viers naturally leaned forward and wiped her face against the offered napkin. First, the side closest to the napkin, the other side, and finally, the tip of her nose. "Thanks!" Viers was thankful she could get cleaned up quickly without putting down the steak or moving from where she was sitting. In other cases, she would have used her food-free hand to wipe her face.

Viers took a bite from the new steak and chewed it while the girl introduced herself with her name. She nodded along with the crisp flow of the regal name, then licked her lips, cleaning off the steak from them as she swallowed before speaking. "So you're like a princess or something, a very fancy name." She smiled again and pondered, "Steak girl sounds accurate, but my name is Viers Connory." She nodded and then stole another bite of the steak. "I like your name, Lucy; it's pretty; it fits cause you're pretty too." She shrugged and took another bite.

Another few moments passed, and the Corellian spoke again: "I go to the better school; I'm elite." The wording made her chuckle as she, in her awkward half-laying position under the table, waved the meat hand to show off her uniform." I'm rank 7, I think, out of like 200," Viers pondered and then shrugged. Unlike the others, she didn't care about her position.

Viers' attention looked toward the sudden approach of others. Just as quickly as she appeared, Viers faded into the shadows of the Force once again. She tucked back under the table, hidden by the Force and tablecloth from the naked eye.

 

[Ala Quin]

Roll total: 10

Well, it was most unfortunate indeed that the pilot behind her crashed. Ala found dreadful for having almost collided with them. Even as they crashed, she was sure to reach out with the Force, checking on their vital signs.

"OH! Angry are we...I guess that is understandable," she said to herself.

Perhaps it was not the best idea to open herself to the Force like that, but if she had not been assured of the pilots safety, she would likely be turning around to check on them. That would cause far more of a stir...hopefully she made the right call.

That pesky light flashed again. Slapping it did not remove the annoyance this time. "What the heck even is an ion-stream projector anyway?"

This part of the course seemed far more easily traversed. It was just a series of long, sweeping curves down a valley. But what...a...valley.

The statues' eyes seemed to watch Ala. She grew cold to her core. This was a place of great darkness that threatened to engulf her. The normal radiance with which she glowed in the Force had been damped to hide herself, and the darkness seemed to claw at the hull of her ship. Even more reason to push down as hard as possible on the forward controls.

If mediocrity were the star, Ala would have been the sun. She did vastly better at neither winning nor losing than she had imagined. Sure, she had not imagined coming first, that would be a terrifying prospect. Coming last would not help with her investigation after the race either. They would leave middle of the pack alone. The big wigs here loved passableness...they were Sith...after all.

@forgot to tag before rolling so no tags will be sent out anyway, I suck.

 

[Kivah]

Final Stretch

She had the city lined up in front of her, the spires rising from the indistinct outline of its mass at this distance. Once again the throttle was pushed hard against the stops and the SLAM activated. There was no reason to hold back now.

Heat warnings popped up after just a few moments. Had the radiators been damaged? Clogged from the sand? Kivah watched the engine temperatures climb for a long second before she cut the boost with a snarl. The interceptor's usual blistering speed would have to be fast enough. The flight was almost casual now. A straight line, no obstacles. Kivah was simply holding the fighter on course before deciding it would be a good move to angle more power into the rear deflector shield. Just in case.

She needn't have worried though, Vardin rushed up to meet her with its main though fare cleared as if just for her. Staying a good ten meeters above the street for clearance, Kivah rolled inverted to fire off a stream of flares into the air as the TIE Interceptor screamed across the finish line.

Diving up as she cut throttle and looped around in a celebratory lap of the gathered spectators, Kivah then guided the fighter in for a soft landing where the students were to rest and wait for the results. Powering down, Kivah listened to the heat pings and hissing as the TIE cooled around her, taking the moment to relax and stretch what she could. Her arms, legs, shoulders, and back were tense from the strain of so focused flying and being on edge for so long. The bit through the caves really hadn't helped either, and she swore off ever pulling a stupid stunt like that again. Well, at least without practicing and mapping the heck out of the route first.

Popping the hatch to climb out, Kivah raised a fist for the crowd. She definitely hadn't been the most sporting of racers out there, any other race and she'd have been disqualified several times over, but she hadn't broken any rules. Everything she'd done could have been visited upon her, she'd just done it first in keeping with Sith traditions. Most importantly, she'd done it with style and gotten away with it.

Kivah hopped down from her perch, not minding the almost 4-meter drop to the paving stones below, and made her way to the pilots' rest area where they were supposed to wait for everyone's times to come in. She ditched the flight helmet on the bar, dumped an ice water over her head, and snagged a beer. She was half-way through the bottle when she stopped to lower the bottle and gasp for a deep breath. "So, anybody die?" She asked as if curious and she wouldn't have been directly responsible for at least one race casualty. Really she wanted to know about the boys. Naamino was alright and Micah was the one other Cathar here. And she might have a fondness for the little Force nerd, not that she ever wanted that to become common knowledge. Last thing she needed was someone thinking to use one of them against her.

Last roll = 9

 

[Leshanna]

As Leshanna neared the entry into the Valley of the Dark Lords, she began to feel a sense of freedom she’d never quite felt before and a smile of joy spread across her face. Was it possible that flying came naturally to her? She seemed to be doing fine so far, though she definitely felt that was owed in part to Kivah and her advice.

But the race wasn’t over yet, and she still had dangerous sections of the course to traverse. She knew that she would discover soon enough just how naturally piloting came to her…or if her beginner’s luck was going to fail her.

Into the Valley she ripped, passing by great statues of ancient Sith at near breakneck speed. Lesh made a mental note to discover just who the statues were dedicated to once the race was behind her, and brush up more on her lore of the place. The space between the valley walls was wide enough for the racers to spread out and for those behind her, it became a competition to see who could get themselves ahead of one another. Some racers were a bit more daring, and she kept her eyes on the others as they began to weave through the various twists and turns of the valley.

It took a lot of her focus and nerve to navigate the sharp turns that she came upon, and more than once she found herself slowing down so she wouldn't slam directly into a statue or take a turn to sharp and graze the valley wall. Her momentum was reduced by a good amount, allowing the others to catch up to her a bit more. Occasional quick glances revealed to her that another racer was missing from the pack; they must have gone down in the Ashlan Crash Site, and it was just another reminder to the young Acolyte that any mistake, even the smallest one, could see her down and out of the race.

And there was no way in chaos she was going to let Naamino or Gavin - or anyone else from her group for that matter, hold that over her head. A focused scowl creased her forehead as she neared the end of the Valley of the Dark Lords and gripped her controls a bit tighter for a moment as she spied the coming Nethermaw Tunnels - the most dangerous part of this race, if one didn't count the other racers still in the game.


Dice Roll 7+1 = 8.

Tags: Gavin Vel // Ala Quin
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[Lyssara Thrynn]

Datapad | Knife Phrik | Blaster | nutrient tube(eat)
Tag : | Open
Location : Korriban Race | Vardin Street : Final stretch
Dice score : 6 (5+2-1)
Accident - Theme

I emerge from the cavern, the bright light blinding my eyes. Here I am again, back in the scorching, arid desert of Korriban. The city looms closer and closer as I speed toward it, and I instantly dive into the sharp turns of Vardin's streets. People are watching the star racer race, but I stay focused on my maneuvers—they're more uncertain than ever.

As I take a tight corner, I hit the wall. The frame of my craft suffers serious damage, and smoke starts billowing out of one of my engines. Why are my controls so unresponsive? Something's wrong—it doesn't make sense, I made sure to take care of my equipment. I sigh and concentrate; all the warning lights on my dashboard are flashing red.

I see the finish line coming into view around a bend, and a smile spreads across my face. But just as I hurtle toward it at full speed, my star racer stops flying. It hits the ground and skids for a good ten meters, sparks flying from underneath the hull. My controls are completely unresponsive. Panic sets in as, with a metallic crash, I'm thrown against the right side of my ship.

To make matters worse, my star racer literally splits in half. The part I'm not in smashes into a wall and explodes into a thousand pieces in a fiery blast. Dazed and barely understanding what's happening, I cross the finish line—but the wall greets me harshly. My half of the star racer explodes as well, and I'm violently thrown out of the wreckage and slammed into the wall of the pilots' rest area.

Blood streams from my head and mouth, pain radiates from my arms, pierced by debris, and burns and injuries cover my body. That explosion took a serious toll on me. I briefly open my eyes and see the smoldering remains of my star racer, barely registering what's happening. Time feels slowed down, yet everything is moving so fast. Everything is blurry. I fight to stay conscious. Did I win? I don't know—I can't move.

My academy uniform is shredded beyond recognition, and the debris didn't spare me at all. My consciousness fades away little by little, and I finally collapse to the ground. A trail of blood marks the wall where I crashed. Crawling out of a star racer like this never ends well. Everything goes black around me. I can't focus on anything anymore. I think I need some care right now. Bad day, why did my star racer react like this? I feel like something important was stolen from me. I achieved my goal of finishing the race, but not as I hoped.

 

[Maiza Vex]

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

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Rage burned in her eyes as she pressed the throttle down on the speeder bike. The debris in the crash site came up fast on her as she zipped around it. On the ground she didn't have to worry about those up above cutting her off and causing her to crash. Yet there were still large and small chunks of junk left behind by a battle fought long ago. One who was curious about history might wonder what the hell happened.

Yet to Maiza didn't matter her sites were hyper focused on revenge. The blood running down her face got blown to the side by the wind in her face. The pain in her ribs only fueled her rage. As she heard a message in her head, she looked around for moment before realizing it was a voice in her damn head of the one that cut her off Ala Quin . She growled deep to herself and gritted her teeth as she pushed the throttle on the bike to it's limits. "Stay the hell out of my head!" The words guttural and animalistic spoken out loud as she didn't know telepathy.

The throttle went down and zipped through the debris with precision on the speeder bike. As she made it out of the crash site area. Her eyes looked up seeing the fighter that dared to ruin her day. Her eyes quickly scanned to the right just before the entrance of the valley a road up to the top of the valley. Maiza made a hard turn and began pushing her way up to the top of the valley so she could be at level sight with the fighter she was trying to catch. The bike wined as it red lined as Maiza pushed it as hard as it would go.

"I am coming for you! Better watch out!"

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Revna was growing every day, stepping from strength to strength and seeking opportunity wherever she could. Lina found herself surprised by the pride that seemed to swell in her chest. Despite everything she had suffered, she held her head high. The young apprentice would surpass all of them when she became a Lord.

Lina’s gaze followed Revna’s, passing over the crowd and truly beginning to take note of the attendees, her gaze settling on the Trade Monarch. It never hurt to rub shoulders with the merchants of the galaxy, after all, it was them who truly held power in the galaxy, an Emperor could be as powerful in the force as he wanted, without commerce and trade, he would have nothing to rule over.

Her eyes snapped back to Revna as she expressed her desire to fill the emotional hole that had been left in the wake of her master's death. A knowing smile played on her lips. “Careful how deep you dig, you’re still surrounded by enemies. Still,” her eyes passed over the stunning form of the nightsister as she moved through the crowd “there’s no harm in taking joy indulging in shallower desires.” Revna was young, she deserved every opportunity to enjoy herself but there was a balance to be had, a wisdom to learn in choosing just who to have fun with.

Lina gave a wide smile as Revna began to lead her to the King. “That didn't take him very long at all now, did it?” she mused, plucking a glass of wine from a passing tray as they approached the base of the dais the throne rested on. A soft chuckle escaped her at the sass in Revna’s tone as she greeted the King. It was nice to see her more relaxed than she had been in a long time. Perhaps Caedes would be good for her after all.

She inclined her head. “A pleasure, Lord Caedes. You’ve laid out quite the spread, I hope your students can rise to such an occasion.”

Revna Darth Caedes

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Korriban | Kor'ethyr Spires
Tags: Lodd Grimmin Darth Caedes @open

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The Diarch inclined his head to the trade monarch. Taking the compliments at face value. He knew the game being played.

"Thank you Trade Monarch, I am glad to see the Diarchy's hard work is not going unnoticed. While I hope the day never comes that I do fall, if I am.. Our movement will be in good hands with my daughters"

Reign bowed slightly to the king, taking his leave to allow his friend to fulfill the obligations of court. Turning, he saw the multitude of Rellik's meandering throughout the party. A smile on his face and shaking his head slowly he thought of his younger brother, glad he was having fun.

Walking over to the table, the Diarch took a seat, and helping himself to another glass of Corellian Whiskey, he watched the race. Hiding his face in his hands briefly when Naamino Zuukamano crashed the prototype ship.

While he ate, pondered to himself, wondering what new and important people, or exciting new connections would come of his being here.

 

[Darth Nexion]

After his brief meet up with Darth Reign, Nexion began to look around the area, taking note of all those who entered the feast. One person stood out to him, however, someone he recalled seeing quite a long time ago, but couldn't place where. He grew a smirk on his face as he began to move towards her, sipping the glass of wine in his hands as he walked.

He slipped through the many attendees of the event as he grew closer to his target. He recalled getting into a... disagreement with her, but not where at or even what about. But, he recognised her and that was enough for him to go and meet her. As he approached, he took another sip of his wine before finally reaching her.

"Greetings, milady. You seem vaguely familiar, we've met before, have we not?"

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Tamsin Graves

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Naamino Zuukamano​

As the initial shock faded, the cat was presented with a rather strange reality.

Why was he slung over Naami's back? Should he get down? Should he say something? Did this make him look weak?

It was quite fascinating, being this close. The boy found that the sharp horns were something of a challenge, as he was scraped a time or two when their heads nearly knocked into each other.

The boy's arms wrapped themselves around the Iridonian's shoulders. His eyes were lazily half-closed as he breathed in. He really wasn't bothered by this. He liked how strong Naami was. And being this close to Naami's scent...

"Wait, feast? What feast?"

The boy blinked as his head came up, looking at the Zabrak with a huge amount of skepticism. He couldn't possibly mean...

An Interview with Micah tol Powl
Recently Disgraced Co-Pilot
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All right. So we just crashed.

In front of the Sith Lords.

Within seconds of starting the race.

...and this Bith thinks that we're about to walk up to the mother karking maitre d and ask for a table for two? What? Are we going to sit next to Darth Whatshisname and chew the fat?

"So what do you boys think about that prototype?"

"Oh, jeez, my lord. We kind of karked it?"

Yeah. That will go over well.

Has this nerf herder lost his damn mind?

The boy gave a laugh.

No, seriously, this was a joke, right?

Why wasn't Naami laughing?

Oh kark. It wasn't a joke.

"Uh... you really think that's a good idea? I mean, not that... I don't mean its a bad idea, but... just... I mean, the SIth Lords are all going to be there. And we sorta, kinda just crashed. So... so I was thinking maybe..."

They change their names and go live as hermits on Hoth? Go live like Sith Undead in the wastes and hope the whole thing blows over in a few days... weeks... months....

 

[Leshanna]

Anxiety rose rapidly within Leshanna as the maw of the dark tunnels approached ever faster. This was the part of the course she was most nervous about, and she still had other racers to contend with. The girl heaved a deep breath, her heart beating faster and faster as the darkened maw loomed ever closer.

Then…she and others were swallowed up in it.

At first, all the young Acolyte could see was a disorienting darkness illuminated by her racer’s lights. Of course, there were no alarms or warning systems firing off at her, as she had figured out how to disengage them before the race started - again, advice she had taken from Kivah. She really didn’t need those alarms putting her further on edge, even if they were integrated to help in situations like this where crashing was a very real possibility.

Lesh was on edge, every muscle tight and poised for instant reaction, as she focused in more than she had this entire race. The Nethermaw Tunnels would make or break her, and she was about to find out which would prove true.

The lights from her starship gleamed off of a calcified column, and she reacted quickly to tip her wings so she was near vertical to avoid a collision, and only a moment later she had to tip her craft the other way to avoid a low hanging stalactite. No sooner had she done this before she was forced to raise herself up to avoid a jutting stalagmite. She grimaced as a sharp left turn came up on her with lightning speed, giving her hardly any time to react to avoid an in air collision with a group of clustered stalactites. It was a bare miss...but she managed to avoid them.

The tunnel straightened out and widened as she entered an enormous cavern, filled with jutting calcite teeth rising from the blackened floor and descending from the abyssal dark ceiling. Lesh weaved between the columns where the ceiling and floor were connected, and the tension began to slip from her tight muscles. So far, she was doing alright, and she began to feel a smidge of hope that she just might make out of the tunnels in one piece, and alive.

Thank the Force you didn't get this far Naami...with your luck you would have smashed into one of these pillars and wrecked yourself. She thought to herself as she banked into a sharp right turn. She seemed to be getting the hang of this whole flying thing! Maybe she was born to be a pilot after all! It was definitely something she was going to focus a bit more on the more her schooling progressed.

The dim glow of another racer's lights caught her attention briefly, and a rather devious thought entered into her mind. So far, she was doing very good - and there was the thought that she could possibly place high on finish board, but maybe she could help herself out a bit with that. She was learning how to "Sith", afterall. And what better way to put that into practice, than try to hinder or outright knock out one of her competitors?

Lesh angled her craft so that she was flying just ahead of one of the other racers, before randomly decelerating to force them to react in an unsuspecting manner, before giving her craft some speed to pull away. In the tight tunnels, it was sure to cause some problems for whoever was behind her...maybe slow them down enough so that they were no longer a concern for her when she reached the final stretch.

Dice Roll: 17-3 = 14 total.

Tags: Gavin Vel
Sabotaging Ala Quin for her next roll!

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[Lucette]

Lucette blinked, her composure momentarily slipping at Viers' unexpected compliment. Recovering quickly, she offered a small, self-assured smile. "Well, thank you, Steak Girl—sorry, Viers Connory," she emphasized with a teasing lilt. "A princess? That's generous, but no. I'm just... refined." She gave a soft, amused laugh, brushing an imaginary speck of dust from her immaculate suit. Admittedly, Lucy thought Viers was adorable, cute even.

"Rank 7 out of 200, huh?" Lucette mused, crossing her arms as she leaned in closer. "Impressive, but how's your steak-stealing rank? Top five at least?" she quipped, her gold-accented attire catching the dim light. Lucy wondered what would happen if she set Viers loose at her one of her grandmother's ( Taeli Raaf )'s affairs. Perhaps one that meant having to deal with the inner workings of the Sith Order. How much steak would it take for Viers to cause chaos, she wondered, there was a small sigh, and then...

She noticed Viers fade into invisibility as others approached, Lucette tilted her head and whispered toward the tablecloth, "Guess you're elite in stealth too. Don't get caught, Viers. That steak better be worth it." Her tone was light, but the playful warning was clear. Keeping her posture serene, she turned her focus back to the gathering around her, as if nothing unusual had occurred.

Lucette paused mid-smirk at Viers' disappearing act when her attention shifted to the cart of meat. She noticed the small, feline-like creature approaching with an elegance that reminded her of predatory cats back on Dosuun. The sight was unexpectedly endearing, and Lucette's sharp, analytical mind softened slightly at its mannerisms.

Before she could fully process the creature's intent, a girl introduced herself—Nightmare, the daughter of Darth Reign. Lucette straightened subtly, her posture polite yet confident.

"Well, hello, Nightmare," she greeted, offering a smile that was poised yet friendly. "I wasn't expecting such refined company to accompany this little one. Your uncle must be quite charming to send such an intriguing emissary," she gestured lightly to the creature.

"As for myself, I'm Lucette Fortan-Sæunnsdottir, though Lucy works fine. It's a pleasure meeting you both." Her eyes flicked to the creature briefly, noting its interest in the meat. With a smooth motion, she slid a small slice of the steak toward the feline illusion. "A bribe for goodwill," she said with a wink, addressing both Nightmare and the creature.

"And you? What brings the daughter of Darth Reign to mingle with us wayward souls?" Lucette asked, her tone laced with curiosity and a hint of playful charm.

Diarch Rellik | Viers Connory ​

 

[Ala Quin]

Roll 1 - 3 - 1 = -3

The warning light would just not go away. Ala slapped the console in front of her. The whole ship bucked in response. Ala's eyes grew wide in response. "That ain't good," she said, before the ship bucked the other way.

The tunnels ahead were said to be the most difficult part of the track. Ala looked forward to see why they said so. The engines spurted out a black smoke, trailing behind her ship. This was not going to end well.

She saw the first stalagmite coming. And as such, she started turning her ship to avoid it, but hoped to swing by it closely. The ship felt sluggish, the controls nearly unresponsive. "Come one...come on..." Her wing mounted canons were sheer directly off the end of the left wing, the ship lurched to the left, and Ala pulled to the right to correct her path.

It was barely enough, as a stalactite approached directly before her. She allowed herself to drift to the left further, and then she slammed her controllers to the right again to try and pull out of the doom spiral. She pulled back on her controls, trying in desperation to slow down, but the engines bucked again, and began to overheat.

Another tight gap approached, Ala extended her hand to pull back on the nose of the ship. Her presence in the Force exploded into full view of any and all Force sensitives that might be observing. She was able to slow the ship, and narrowly miss another outcropping.

Then. She saw it. Another slower vehicle in front of her. It was then that her concern spiked. She was going to hit another driver, probably killing them both in turn. That was not going to happen.

Without a second thought, Ala turned the ship at a rocky spike, pulled the canopy open, and it ripped off its hinges. Wind rushed past the Jedi, she undid her belt, and a mere second before her ship crashed into stalagmite, she jumped up. The wind pushed her back, as the ship hurtled forward, but it was not enough.

The explosion was nigh instantaneous, as was the blue, shimmering orb of protection around the Jedi Master. Her mind pushed out, at the pillar beneath the ball of fire, and she narrowly missed a sudden impact...followed by sure death.

Beyond the fireball was invisible to her, until she was beyond it. As she flew through the air, her mind centered, and calmed itself, and she pulled at the tendrils of the Force that wrapped about her, slowly her decent. When she landed, she tucked and rolled. Friction burns formed quickly along her back and thighs as the speed of her landing on the sand of the cavern made a hot landing.

Ala rolled to a stop, on one knee, and a single hand touching the ground. She stood, explosion still billowing in the background, and she began to run. The sooner she could get to the end of this tunnel, so the sooner she was not likely to be trapped.

"Ouch...ouch...ouch...this better not leave a dang scar..."

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@here is me being really bad at tagging before the roll.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

SUB POST: NPC - Lady Nightmare
First Contact ​

Lucette greeted nightmare so sweetly that it caught her off guard. Whenever they left the Diarchy homeworlds Nightmare was taught to be on her upmost behavior. A symbol of her fathers respect and authority. Her uncle Rellik sent her towards the nice lady to gather information, something she had done before but always from the background. Even when her father brought her to Ossus and she met the Padawan she only spoke one sentence to her.

With her head down and blushing Nightmare began to speak to the woman. "MY UNCLE SENT ME OVER HERE TO FIND OUT WHO YOU ARE" She BLURTED out in a rush. Immediately realizing her mistake and beginning to walk away until the Adar illusion rubbed on her leg to comfort her. Upon which she turned around for one more try. "I am sorry, I did not mean to be so informal and interrupt whatever you were doing. I am just not used to meeting people without my father. Since you seem to know who I am, it is nice to meet you." Lady Nightmare let out a deep bow. "This is my first - mmmmm party?"

The Adar began to huddle around the base of the meat cart where he was about to crawl underneath until lady Nightmare grabbed it and put it in her arms. "I will leave you to whatever business you have madam, thank you for your time!" - Lady Nightmare walked back towards her family awkwardly - Anyone could clearly see her Uncle Rellik snickering and enjoying her first informal confrontation. He will make sure she is okay and more prepared next time.

Lucette Viers Connory