Faction Feast of the Furious // A Korriban Story

[Spirit of Korriban]

If loyalties must be broken, if the lines must be crossed, do it fast, do it furious


Inner Atmosphere Starship Race & Feasting
Korriban, Outer Rim Territories
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Nar-Hakel Circuit​

Betwixt the teeth of Vardin's capital spires, Korriban prepares for a day of fierce competition and dangerous spectacle. A grand race through the newly established Nar-Hakel Circuit draws in students, military officials and engineers, and other esteemed guests from across the galaxy. Under the watchful eyes of the King, Darth Caedes , and his Council of Lords, the race promises not only to serve as trial for the Kor'ethyr's aspiring Sith, but as a testing ground for the prototype starfighters crafted in collaboration with the Trade Federation, the Outer Rim Diarchy, and Korriban's own prestigious shipyards, the Bogan Fleet Systems; ultimately for use in the Order's growing war machine.

The Nar-Hakel Circuit is not just a race however, but a proving ground for Korriban's rising military prominence. Against the backdrop of jagged spires and sunset skies, students from the Academy's three Houses—Tuk'ata, Rakghoul, and Derriphan—line up in sleek, house-colored starfighters. Each prototype is uniquely designed, combining Korriban's own ship-crafting prowess with cutting-edge enhancements from the galaxy's finest engineers and corporate allies. Every maneuver, every daring turn, will be scrutinized by prominent Sith and military leaders, eager to refine these craft for Korriban's burgeoning fleets. As the signal for launch draws near, a charged and rumbling silence falls over the crowd, all eyes fixed on the student-pilots and their ships.​

Racer(s):	Vardin City Streets (N/A)	Ashlan Crash Site (-2)	Valley of the Dark Lords (+1)	Nethermaw Tunnels (-3)	Final Stretch (+2)	Final Result(s):
Lyssara Thrynn	8	5 - 2 = 3	10 + 1 = 11	9 - 3 = 6	Sabotaged! Kivah 5 + 2 - 1 = 6	34!
Naamino Zuukamano	CRASH!!!					current total: 1
Micah tol Powl	CRASH!!!					current total: 1
Leshanna	13	16 - 2 = 14	7 + 1 = 8	17 - 3 = 14	16 + 2 = 18	67!
Ala Quin	10	7 - 2 = 5	9 + 1 = 10	CRASH!!! New Speeder! 9 - 3 = 6		current total: 25
Maiza Vex	11	CRASH!!! New Speeder!	14 + 1 = 15	9 - 3 = 6		current total: 23
Gavin Vel	6	6 - 2 = 4	Technical Issues!			current total: 10
Kivah	8	4 - 2 = 2	6 + 1 = 7	17 - 3 = 14	7 + 2 = 9	40!

Spoiler: The Rules

RACE RULES

• How to use the dice on Chaos? This race involves the use of dice (which are an official resource provided by the site). If you have any questions about the use of dice for this thread, please contact Darth Caedes for clarification. When you go to post, there will be a "Roll Dice" button already integrated, near the posting box. Click it to roll, and make sure that you've selected 20 sided dice (it defaults to 6 sided), and check that you're only rolling 1 of those dice. You actually have to post in order to see the roll's results, and the results cannot be changed or re-rolled once posted. As such, many racers elect to write their posts intro, post with the dice roll, then go back in and finish their post according to the number they've rolled.​
• 5 legs, 5 rolls​

( Streets of Vardin, Ashlan Crash Site, Valley of the Dark Lords, Nethermaw Tunnels, finish at Streets of Vardin ) 1 post, 1 leg.

For each post, roll a 20 sided die. Include proof of the roll in your post (there is a function in the post box for this).

• Score of 1 (or lower) = a wreck, you're out of the race!​
• Score of 20 (or higher) = immune to crashing in your next post!​
• Some locations will add/subtract from your roll, affecting your performance based on the track's difficulty. Add or subtract these modifiers from your dice roll, then add bonuses from Sabotage/Support actions. Any subtractions which reduce a roll score to 1 (or lower) do count as a wreck. Any additions which raise a roll score to 20 (or higher) grant the pilot immunity from crashing in their next post.​
• Score of 10-19 = Sabotage/Support. Target a racer. Sabotage: -1 to their next roll. Support: +1 to their next roll. Each racer may sabotage once per race, and support once per race. When sabotaging or supporting another racer, be sure to tag them and let them know! Kor'ethyr faculty will be watching to help out.​

LOCATIONS

• Vardin City Streets: No terrain modifiers.​
• Ashlan Crash Site: -2 terrain modifier.​
• Valley of the Dark Lords: +1 terrain modifier.​
• Nethermaw Tunnels: -3 terrain modifier.​
• Final Stretch: +2 terrain modifier.​

Highest Score = fastest time. A tie results in multiple victories.

Spoiler: The Course

Nar-Hakel Circuit. The Kor'ethyr Academy's Nar-Hakel Circuit, on Korriban, is a grueling test of speed and skill, winding through iconic locations steeped in world history. Starting in the bustling streets of Vardin, the course quickly takes racers into the trackless Golg Desert, where racers navigate through the wreckage of Ashlan battleships at the Ashlan Crash Site. Next, they enter the Valley of the Dark Lords, a winding canyon passage lined with towering statues and enshadowed tombs, before descending into the treacherous Nethermaw Tunnels—pitch-black caverns filled with jagged and dangerous rock-column formations. Finally, emerging back into the open desert, racers speed toward Vardin's towering skyline in a straight shot to the finish line, cheered on by the gathered crowds.​

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Streets of Vardin (start). Amid the bustling streets of Vardin, the race begins as spectators line the towering spires, waving banners and cheering on the students. The polished starfighters sit in neat starting grids, each bearing the vibrant colors of their houses: sandy browns and oranges of House Tuk'ata, the fierce reds of House Rakghoul, and the elegant purples and silver trim of House Derriphan. The track winds through Vardin's main promenade, a relatively straight stretch that offers racers a fast-paced warm-up before plunging them into the open desert. Engines ignite in unison, filling the city with a thrilling hum.
Modifier: N/A​

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Ashlan Crash Site. Crossing Vardin's city limits, the racers enter the expansive Golg Desert, where the massive wreckage of fallen Ashlan battleships punctuate the sands like colossal gravestones. Rusting metal fragments and shattered hulls jut out of the ground, grim reminders of Caedes' brutal reclamation of Korriban. Navigating this graveyard demands agility and nerve, as the course weaves between fallen behemoth-battlecruisers, forcing pilots to dive under twisted wreckage or through hollowed passages in the crumbling warships. A foreboding silence fills the air, and the ships seem to loom, casting long shadows that stretch toward each starfighter as they race by.
Modifier: -2​

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Valley of the Dark Lords. At the edge of the desert, a massive cliff rises like the walls of a fortress, marking the entrance to the Valley of the Dark Lords. This winding valley stretches for miles, flanked by colossal statues of ancient Sith and dotted with shadowy tombs. The course is wide enough for speed, but sharp turns around ancient stone figures and sudden gusts of dust-laden wind challenge each racer's skill.
Modifier: +1​

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Nethermaw Tunnels. From the valley, racers plunge into the gaping maw of the Nethermaw Tunnels, a subterranean network of blackened caverns that carve through the desert rock. Here, visibility drops to nothing but the faint glow of their starfighter lights slicing through darkness in cones, illuminating rows of jagged stalagmites and stalactites that crowd the narrow passage. The tunnels twist unpredictably here, forcing caution in the pitch-black void. Every turn and tunnel wall poses a new risk, making this the race's most harrowing challenge.
Modifier: -3​

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Final Stretch. Emerging from the Nethermaw Tunnels, the racers are greeted again by the vast Golg Desert, Vardin's towering skyline beckoning them on the horizon. A straightaway welcomes them, lined with roaring crowds and the glint of celebration as they re-enter the city. With the finish line in sight, the cheers and flash of lights add fuel to each racer's last surge of adrenaline.
Modifier: +2​

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Feasts from the Spires
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Stalagmite towers rise into bleeding-peach sunset skies, filled to bursting with eager audience members cheering the names of their favored teams or pilots. Around them, atop long stretching tables, delicacies and exotic foods from throughout the galaxy are prepared and served hand-in-hand with warm, spiced drinks. Today is a day of celebration; celebration of the world's growing economic prosperity, of new alliances formed, and of Korriban's ascending might as a galactic naval power.

The air buzzes with patriotic excitement as Sith Lords, dignitaries, and students alike toast to Kor'ethyr Academy's finest. Plates are piled high with rare meats and delicacies—the shimmering fish of Mon Cala, tender roasted Nuna from Naboo, and fruits from Felucia, each bite a reminder of Korriban's far-reaching influence and new, burgeoning alliances. Dishes of smoked Rylothian game birds, rich Aqualish stews, and fiery Mandalorian spiced meats adorn the tables, mingling with the heady aromas of dark liquors and exotic berry jams. Dark liqueurs flow freely as the crowds watch racers streak across the desert, their cheers echoing through the spires. In the heart of the celebration, Darth Caedes and his Council observe the festivities with cold satisfaction, their ambition reflected in every gleaming goblet raised in cheers, every shout of support, each new acquaintance made. Today is a testament to Korriban's future: a declaration of strength in unity.​

Everything You Need To Get Started:

• Kor'ethyr Academy [Overview Document]
• Kor'ethyr Academy [Codex]
• Getting Started [LFG Thread]

Kor'ethyr Faculty:

• Zal Aditi
• Spirit of Korriban // Darth Caedes
• Madrona A’Mia

Interested Parties:

• Diarch Reign Lodd Grimmin Micah tol Powl Kivah Gavin Vel Sssslik Marcus Dinn The Scion Naamino Zuukamano Domina Prime Aramea Bel Leshanna Kyraj Myunnah Akhuul Sautra Chasianna Aliyah Kai'lyn Elmindra Xitaar Revna Rayth Maiza Vex Darth Nexion Diarch Rellik Lina Ovmar Tamsin Graves

 

[Madrona A’Mia]

"Welcome one, welcome all! Esteemed
guests and adoring spectators. To the Lords, Ladies, and Rapscallions somewhere between. Let's take a moment to give a cheer for the students who will be racing today!"

A caramel smooth but somehow bombastic voice carried over broadcast systems throughout the realm- today's events were being broadcast worldwide while the majority of the festivities proper occurred in Vardin. Raucous applause did indeed rise up in the stands surrounding various parts of the race track and a smattering of polite acknowledgement occurred in some of the high society areas as well.

"I cannot tell you just how excited I am to be here folks, what a highly anticipated event. After a few glorious years of rebuilding things on the esteemed planet of Korriban, it seems the ancient home of the Sith is ready for some modern day excitement!"

He let the crowds do their thing, his theatric timing impeccable as always, before continuing on.

"And joining me today is an actual representative of Kor'ethyr Academy itself! Sith Shadow, school nurse, and now occasional moonlighter as event announcer: A'Mia Madrona!"

The woman in question sat perfectly still beside Dak Despin as the animated man worked. She was dressed in ornate academy robes and even sported a large house Derriphan scarf which had dusky purple and black stripes as a pattern. At mention of her name however she showed signs of life, leaning unnecessarily toward her mic and commlink set up to acknowledge her co-host's introduction.

"Yes, hello Dak and all those gathered today."

There was a quiet pause and the experienced holonet personality seemed to expect the neti to say more. However nothing more was forthcoming and A'Mia just stared at him with a mild expression, so the announcer continued.

"WELL let's get to it then!!!"

Camera droids whirred about, hovering near and panning past the student racers, gathering the occasional shot of gathered feasters as well. Their images were broadcast across the globe and the crowds went wild- cheers, whooping calls, and even the occasional jeer made their way through the masses as excitement rose to fever pitch.

 

[Lodd Grimmin]

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The Neimoidian Monarch was in the midst of the second day of his visit to the Kingdom of Korriban, having received an invitation to observe a competition showcasing strength and skill against various beasts and fellow students at the academy. Although discussions regarding economic matters with King Darth Caedes and First Lord Elmindra Xitaar were progressing favorably, he was determined not to depend solely on the goodwill of others to advance his own objectives within the Sith Order.

He would emerge as the victor in the diplomatic game being hosted amidst the protective confines of the imposing Stalagmite Towers, as the staircase opened up to a wide balcony set with tables, chairs, decorative plants to make the myriad of guests feel welcome despite the harsh winds and sand blowing across the landscape.

The mechno-chair came to a dead-stop near the the first of many tables, as two Xoli Kaikruts appeared from behind, serving both as a form of protection and as a demonstration of the Federation's prowess in bioengineering. These beings were not only adept scientists but also navigators, surpassing even the Chiss's force-based navigation capabilities in the uncharted territories prior to the emergence of the Mawite Brotherhood.

"Sec Tora de 000110101010101 Murda aradu." One of them said, leaning in close to the Neimoidian's side to inform him that other delegations were arriving and the podrace event was about to begin.

"Ah...then we shall not have to wait long for entertainment." Lodd replied with a soft smile.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

I've been invited to a special event, an experimental star racer race on Korriban. They're inaugurating a new circuit with enhanced technology models. Today is a day of celebration, discussions, and discoveries. The atmosphere is lively and full of energy, a change from the usual oppressive vibe. The whole city is buzzing.

The race begins in the Streets of Vardin. Amid the bustling streets of Vardin, spectators line the towering spires, waving banners and cheering on the students. The polished starfighters sit in neat starting grids, each bearing the vibrant colors of their houses: the sandy browns and oranges of House Tuk'ata, the fierce reds of House Rakghoul, and the elegant purples with silver trim of House Derriphan. The track winds through Vardin's main promenade, a relatively straight stretch that offers racers a fast-paced warm-up before plunging them into the open desert. Engines ignite in unison, filling the city with a thrilling hum.

I'm standing with the other participants, representing Rakghoul House, with my colors and my assigned star racer, which was loaned to me by the academy. I just hope these new experimental models are in working condition. I'm listening attentively to the opening speech, not noticing that the camera is zooming in on us to film and show us. Wait… I think we just made it to the holo-news. They're going to broadcast these images, and you'll be on it. Oh.

If I had known, I would've worn my best outfit. Too late now. The pilot uniform loaned by the academy will have to do. I'm participating as a member of Rakghoul House, so my star racer has been customized accordingly.

Once the speech ends and we're released, I head toward my assigned star racer, open the pilot seat, and jump inside. I close the cockpit, making sure it's properly locked.

"Alright, little one, let's see what you've got."

I activate the control panel, make my adjustments, and check that everything is in place. When I start the race engine, the star racer lifts off the ground smoothly, but as soon as I give it the first boost, the engine makes a concerning clunk followed by a large puff of black smoke.

"Seriously?!"

I curse under my breath as I see the engine sputter and lose some power, slowing me down while the others begin to zip ahead of me. It's not the ideal start, and I'll have to catch up. I grit my teeth and activate the cooling system, hoping it will help the star racer restart efficiently. I keep an eye on the gauges, praying for stability. After a few seconds that feel like an eternity, the engine finally responds, roaring more steadily.

With considerable delay, I manage to get it going and hit the track, determined not to let this rough start ruin my race.

Talking to myself, I also check that the emergency ejection module works properly – I need to be able to get out of the star racer quickly in case of trouble. This is going to be fun! I'm excited for this race, even if the start was a bit shaky. I rev the engine again to test it. It seems to be stabilizing now, despite the residual smoke. It's also reassuring to remember that the head nurse is here; if anything goes wrong, we can be treated on-site, or at least she'll send reinforcements for our survival. It's always good to know it's being overseen by a healer.
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Score Dice : 8 Tag : Open

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

It was finally time, he was finally here. He couldn't believe it. Naami had barely slept the night before because he was so excited and the sense of anticipation that had built since the announcement of the race had him feeling like he might short circuit like some outdated bolt-bucket. On the surface he was calm and ready, but beneath that he was electric with anticipation and the thrill of finally getting into the pilot's seat. The zabrak practically leapt into the cockpit after ruffling Micah's fur excitedly, settling into place and slowing himself just long enough to hover his hands over the control panels with reverence.

"By the void…" he huffed under his breath, eyes wide and fierce smile upon his face.

Hours, so many countless hours he'd spent in simulations. Studying and practicing various layouts, testing various tactics against AI and peers, running grand scale fleets or single unit operations, all in the hopes of one day doing it for real. After all that time here he was, really in the pilot seat and about to fire up the engines. Naami stayed like that for some long moments as if lost in trance, hands hovering over the beauty before him. Suddenly he realized that Micah tol Powl said something, or had that been the announcer? Unclear.

"Right!" He barked with fierce joy and excitement.
"Make sure you're strapped in. Thanks for watching my six, Claws!"

The boy shoved a borrowed helmet onto his head, one presumably meant for a zabrak with slightly smaller horns. He could see just fine but unbeknownst to him the thing sat at a rather jaunty angle which further lent itself to the image of him as a first time pilot. Newly calloused hands moved with practiced certainty as he fired up the prototype star fighter, he only paused once or twice as he quickly familiarized himself with this particular set up.

With all engines firing, and the other pilots doing likewise, Naami checked his comms to find that Micah was of course way ahead of him on that front. It was like his senses honed to a point, he could barely hear anything in that moment, all he saw was the course ahead and felt destiny calling him.

3… 2… 1… GO!​

Naami opened the throttle and they were off. He locked in, jaw tight with focus and eyes darting to where his attention was most needed.

“Hey! Keep up Leshanna ! And Gavin Vel make Rakghoul proud!”

He opened the throttle so enthusiastically in fact, that the ship took off at uncontrollable speed. It was fine at first for the straight away- he pulled ahead of all the others at an incredible rate which wasn’t in fact conducive to maintaining stable trajectory. The boy realized far too late that an upcoming turn was going to cause problems and that this was not a simulation. His stomach dropped, he gave a particularly high pitched yell of terror and their ship careened up off of the course at insane speeds. Likely to crash-land somewhere a few neighborhoods over in the great capital of Vardin.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Naamino Zuukamano

[ lets get dangerous ]​

It was possible that he was going to need to sedate Naami.

Going in circles around the outside of their craft, the boy had been meticulously running the pre-flight checklist that had been specified by the basic manual. The young cat had pulled out a small holojournal and was taking a few notes regarding the design of the fuel cell. It was possible that an infusion of nergon-14 could...

A pair of hands ruffled his hair.

"Meow!" the boy yelped, almost dropping the journal as his hands came up defensively in the ancient and deadly art of slap-fu.

The bombastic Iridonian just bounded into the pilot's seat.

...

Definitely going to have to sedate Naami.

Scowling, the Cathar moved to take his own seat. The fighter that they'd been assigned was a two-seater model, with the pilot and flight engineer back-to-back in the cockpit.

Clawed hands began to move, as the boy strapped himself in while flipping dials and bringing the craft to life. "Atomic batteries to power. Turbines to speed," he reported, as the starting line began to roar to life.

"Right! Make sure you're strapped in. Thanks for watching my six, Claws!"

Large, amber eyes just blinked.

...was it possible this nerf herder was on spice right now?

The cat didn't have time to make any smart remark in reply, as he was suddenly thrown forward against the seat restraints as Naami opened the throttle and their craft took off.

With his back to Naami and his view out the rear of the craft, the cat had no idea what actually happened. Going into the turn, everything on his board was green. Power regulation was within tolerance, the stabilizers were functioning fine. But Naami hadn't let off the throttle and so the boy felt himself pitched to one side as the Zabrak seemed to floor it into the turn.

Then they were suddenly spinning end over end. Maybe the wing had struck the ground. Or maybe they'd just spun out of control. Whatever the case, Micah was doing his best impression of a thirteen year old girl's scream as the pair quite literally bounced off the race track.

Shattering one of the guard rails that had been put up, more to keep spectators out than fighters in, the boy's craft was loose in the streets of Varin. Smashing into the side of a black, limited edition Royal Naboo speeder -- the kind where each was handmade and only about ten existed, so it couldn't possibly belong to Darth Caedes -- the boy's fighter shot through the front of a building.

Dozens of bathers were screaming, grabbing for towels as they ran for their lives, while the boy's fighter was nose-down in the middle of a bathhouse.

Micah just sat there, strapped in his chair, with his eyes wide and an expression as if he was afraid to breathe. And not even fully certain he was still alive.

Then the water started spraying into the cockpit from where the hull plating had separated during their epic fail.

MWRRRREOW-EOW!

The boy's claws were biting into the restraints, as he snapped out of his stupor in a sudden desperation to try and escape the water.

Spoiler: Special rules for this post's roll

 

[Leshanna]

The call of the announcer and the roar of the crowd filled Leshanna’s ears as she made her final checks and strapped herself into her seat of the starship she was going to be racing in. Others around her were doing the same, and she spied her Zabrak friend Naamino with his co-pilot, Micah, not too far away. Naami was practically zooming with energy, and Lesh couldn’t help but snort at his antics as she felt her own heart racing away in her chest. Though she wasn’t affiliated with any of the Houses yet, she had decided to represent House Tuk’ata this day - especially since her friend Naamino was flying for House Rakghoul.

Originally, she wasn’t even going to get involved in the race. Of course, after Naamino had challenged her - Leshanna couldn’t really say no, so she accepted it and added simulation practice to her schedule. She needed to familiarize herself with spacecraft and how to even fly before she actually gave it a real life attempt.

She didn’t see this ending well for her at all.

But she was going to give it her best attempt! At least there would be excellent medical service provided should she crash; that helped ease her anxiety, if only barely.

The countdown timer began and Lesh summoned all her focus and did her best to calm her heart rate. She needed to be sharp and focused; she wasn’t so concerned with winning as she was just getting through the race alive.

3…2…1…GO!​

Ignition and thrusters engaged, and off the racers went.

Well, most of them.

Almost as soon as the race started, Naamino and Micah had zipped to the front and the Zabrak's voice echoed through her comms., playfully challenging her to keep up. Lesh raised an eyebrow as she watched their race craft head for the first turn...and an expression of shock and concern flickered across her face when their craft veered off the track and...disappeared.

:"Hope you two are okay! I... guess I'll see you on the other side, dorks.": Lesh said to Naamino and Micah, hoping they got her message. If not then she'd check in on them in person later. If they were both still in once piece...

Leshanna was quick to re-focus herself and handled her craft well enough coming into the turn - much to her surprise. Other racers were vying for position around her as well and for a moment, it seemed that she was in the lead but for how long was yet to be determined.

Tags: Naamino Zuukamano // Micah tol Powl // Lyssara Thrynn
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[Diarch Reign]

OBJECTIVE 2​

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Tags: Darth Caedes Lodd Grimmin Elmindra Xitaar Darth Nexion

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Darth Reign had awaited this visit to Korriban. He wanted to see the fruits of The Diarchy and Korriban’s labors with the new ship prototypes.

But this time he was not coming alone. He brought his daughters with him. As well as his fellow Diarch Diarch Rellik

He was aware that the Necromancer Darth Nexion was to be in attendance as well. Reign greatly wanted to speak with the other man, as grating as he could be, to assess his progress on his research.

As the Diarch approached the exit out onto the spire he spoke to his brother “A word of warning brother, decorum should be followed in the court of the king. The First Lord Elmindra Xitaar is always watching, and she is not a player to be taken lightly”

Speaking to his children, he said “mind yourself children, you are not the children of the master here, we are honored guests and shall behave as such”

His children bowed obediently.
“Yes Father”

As he exited onto the spire he took stock of those around him. Waiting to approach.

 

[Ala Quin]

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In the grand tradition of bad ideas, Ala had thought it a good idea to follow her latest lead onto the Sith world of Korriban. It would be a delightful tale if that were the only bad idea, but she had realised after cloaking her presence in the Force that she was going to need to get about somehow. It had made complete sense to impersonate a pilot. That would be all good and well, except for the fact that she didn't really fly that well. It was a good thing that she wouldn't actually be needed to fly. She could just go about the city and seek her contact, right?

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Even as the count down began, Ala recounted all the steps that lead her to be wearing this garish helmet and sitting in the cockpit of a racing fighter. She looked like a freaking monster with this helmet on, all fangs and warts. At least, the bumps on it looked like warts to her. Why did Sith like ugly things so much?

Probably their ugly souls made manifest.

3...

"Just wait till I tell Caltin about this one," she murmured, "on second thought...maybe I leave this one out of the weekly update holo."

2...

She flicked on a few switches. The right things glowed with the fancy lights. They were quite pretty, for a Sith ship.

1...

Her hands got ready to move as quickly as they could, to push forward and try to not come last.

GO!

The ship lurched forward, pushing Ala back into her seat. She was going to quip, but somehow she had actually managed to get out in front of people. At least she hadn't died.

With each corner, she made a clearly rookie mistake of slowing down too much before rounding the corner. By the time she got round the fourth corner, her technique had already begun to improve. By the end of this, if she survived, she might consider herself not...awful at flying a ship.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

I'm off at full speed through the streets of Stardin, in fact I got off to a not so bad start, I'm miraculously not last despite my reactor problem at the very beginning, I'm on my own, all alone, a detail catches my attention, I feel a powerful aura in the force, a Jedi is taking part in this race, is he crazy? One thing's for sure, everyone's going to want to target him.

As I was saying, I'm now continuing along the streets of Stardin, which are marked out for the occasion, dodging buildings, not hesitating to pass on sidewalks where there's no one, the aim is also to test what this experimental star racer has in its belly, and so far I'm doing pretty well.

I try a burst of acceleration to get on the gas, narrowly miss a light fitting and come back onto the road, brake to slow down for the bend ahead, my star racer takes the bend, but it's a daisy-cutter. I've taken a super-wide bend, well yes, it's a new model, what did you expect? The steering lacks a little suppleness, and I'll have to get used to that too.

I look at my screens and for the moment, I have nothing to report. I'm about to leave the city and reach the next stage of the race, which is the desert, Ashlan's crash zone.

I'm speeding out of town. With a smile on my face, the race is on my side, but I remain cautious, because anything can happen, and very quickly. And by the way, I'm not far behind the Jedi, me and my red star racer following close behind.


Unfortunately for me, the confrontation with her doesn't last long, as I see a rock on the road coming in my direction, forcing me to slow down accordingly. I silently grumble and narrowly dodge, my reactor grazing the rock, which makes me really angry.

In the crash zone, I pay particular attention to the debris and fly slowly to ensure a stable, risk-free trajectory towards the next race zone, where I can see a number of ship frames, and amuse myself by passing through one of the wrecks. Enjoying the view the valley has to offer. The valley of the dark lords is not far off, but I have to be careful.

I'm still in the circuit area, my low speed allowing me to avoid too much damage to my star racer, but the rock I hit earlier has scratched my paintwork. Luckily, that's all it was. Otherwise, it's going to be hard to manoeuvre efficiently. When in doubt, I run a second check-up on my star racer, and the scan starts.

Meanwhile, I make sure I make it all the way to the Valley of the Dark Lords.

Tag : Open
Dice action : 5-2 : 3 ]

 

[Maiza Vex]

Theme: Highway to Hell
Tags: Leshanna | Naamino Zuukamano | Micah tol Powl | Lyssara Thrynn

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Two men in prison guard uniforms came to the back of a correction facility speeder van and opened the back doors. As two other men, more academics looked on in curiosity. Musing among themselves how odd it was that new student was being brought in, in a detention center speeder van. One of the guards remarked to one of the academics.

"I be careful with this one, she likes to spit and bite. Also keep her away from sharp objects until you have her beaten into proper submission."

The academic raised an eyebrow to the guard as the door opened revealing a singular girl in the back. She was dressed in only what could be described as rags, ripped and torn clothing fitting loosely on her body. Her hair was a mess of orange that looked like it hadn't been brushed in weeks, and peeking out between the bangs were golden eyes.

"This is what you brought us? Who would pay for this…this well I don't even know what it is to come this school?"

The other Guard handed the academic a holopad with information on it. He glanced it over and scratched at his chin for a moment. "I don't know who this Darth Sekhmet is, but they paid a great sum for this one to be here." He said still unsure as to why, the girl looked like a wild mongrel. The guards reached in and yanked the girl out of the back of the speeder van pulling her out into the light of Korribans sun.

The guard looked at the girl. "We are going to take the binder cuffs off, play nice we don't want to have to put you down on your first day of school." The Guard reached down and removed the cuffs from her wrists. As the other academic reached into a small case sitting beside him and pulled out some clothing. "State your name and receive your uniform, then we will take you administration to get you processed."

Maiza grabbed at her left wrist rubbing away the uncomfortable cramp the cuffs had left in it. Her eyes looked back and forth between the academics and the guards. Off in the distance she could here people, lots of people cheering and yelling words she could not make out from here.

"Name please?" The academic repeated to her. Her eyes looked up at him and a white tooth smile crossed her face. Then she bolted for it, running in the direction of the crowd she heard. She could lose them in a crowd of people, and it would hopefully keep the guards from firing on her. She took off in a dead sprint as the guards took chase in a moment. The academics looked confused as they just turned and watched the girl run not to concerned there weren't many places she could go on Korriban that she couldn't be found.

The guards right behind her on her heels, she pushed through the crowds of people whooping and hollering. Hold banners and signs for that said things like Team Tuk'ata, Team Rakghoul, and Team Derriphan. The thickness of the crowd slowed her down, but it also slowed the guards in her pursuit. That and she could blend and vanish into the ocean of people. It wasn't long and Maiza could no longer see her pursuers but there was no time to take breath she couldn't waste a second.

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As she pressed on, she found herself in one of the pits, she looked back at the large crowd for just a moment before she saw it just out of the corner of her eye. It was a star fighter painted in red and black the words Rakghoul stylized along the side. "Well damn my luck." She said to herself, thinking she had just hit the escape plan jackpot. She ran for the fighter and scrambled up the ladder and jumped in threw the open canopy into the cockpit.

She looked confusingly at all the buttons on the control panel. Labeled in gibberish to her, she knew nothing about piloting. Though there was one button she did know it that was the close canopy switch. She flipped it and as she did the onboard computer came on.

"Please do your preflight checks." The computer commanded her. She glared at the flight computer trying to tell her what to do. "No just fly!" The computer said nothing to the command. "Okay, uh up?" Still nothing happened. She looked at the other switches on the panel in front of her. One button on the panel said auto pilot, it said pilot that must be the right one….yes it just had to be. She pushed the button but at first nothing happened, the computer only asked her to do her preflight checks. "God dammit do what your told!" She screamed at it and then punched the screen. The screen glitched for a second….

"Checks cleared and autopilot is engaged." The thruster engaged and lifted the fighter off the ground and slowly started to drift up and towards the starting line. She looked around, rising slightly above the crowd and being brough into line behind a bunch of other fighters. Her fighter coming to a stop in its position in the starting line of racers. Then a count down began on the computer in front of her.

3…2…1…GO!​

Racers took off all around her zipping by her. She looked at the control panel in front of her where the ignition light was lit up in front of her red. "Fire in the Hole." She said to herself as she pushed the button. The fighter lurched forward as its rear thrusters engaged, the fighter wildly veered and drifted to one side before Maiza grabbed hold of the steering stick. She pushed on the trigger of the steering stick the computer reading weapons disabled. Then she pushed on the other trigger and the thrusters boosted up, propelling her forward faster. The thing was faster, and she swung wildly with the steering column weaving all over the place. By some miracle just making it around the first corner as she saw another fighter just totally going flying off the course. She was lagging pretty far behind the pack as she weaved left and right like a drunk sailor trying to do the straight-line walk.

"I am a god damn bird!" She screamed laughing as she saw her freedom so close at hand.

 

[Darth Caedes]

<<At first, the seeds of change seem always too small to matter. By the time their roots take hold, it is already too late.>>
—Darth Caedes, ruminations...
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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

Darth Caedes observed the festivities from an elevated seat, his golden eyes alight as he surveyed the grandeur around him. Today, he wore the face of youth—a strong-jawed, handsome human appearance, with thick, curly, dark hair and only the faintest aura of something altogether alien lurking behind his amber gaze. Below, the Nar-Hakel Circuit stretched out into the chilly Golg Desert, starfighters glinting in house colors as they lined up in rows along the track's starting grid. Holo-screens lined the viewing balcony, projecting close-ups from live cam-droid feeds as they swooped and swerved throughout the gathered pilots; each display drawing clusters of murmuring onlookers. From here, the whole of the race played out beneath the gaze of Korriban's most powerful—the Lords of Vardin at his long table, along with Falleen dignitaries, military leaders, and globally renown politicians and visionaries.

Amid the feasting crowds, clean, linen wrapped and jewelry laden Jen'ari attendants presented or delivered trays laden with exotic dishes to various tables—organized into neat clusters and comfortable niches, and each lined with a host of Kor'ethyr's students or else the esteemed Masters and their well-connected associates. From massive stuffed game birds and creamy snowroot mash to Corellian blue bantha steaks and the sticky sweet, fried yip-tip scales from Mon Cala, the tables positively overflowed with Korriban's bounty. Trade fared well in the Holy Worlds, benefiting from alliances which offered them a far reach.

Already, the rich and powerful spilled out from the spire's inner hallways, making their passes near the King's table and rushing to get a view of the racers before their launch. With a quick whisper, Caedes was alerted to the presence of Lodd Grimmin and his two, odd Xoli Kaikruts attendants. Sure enough, there he was, wading through the crowds atop that odd mechno-chair.

"Very well," he said to the informant.​

"Send the Trade Monarch to me."​

Diarch Reign and his family required no verbal announcement, however, electing instead to have the Force itself hail their entry as would a crier. He found the Diarch easily, stood next to his brother, Diarch Rellik , and his two little girls. Reaching out with the Force, Caedes touched the mind of the other man and drew Reign's gaze to him. Hiding a smile, he lifted his goblet in greeting to Lord Reign, an astringent near-black wine swirling within. Just in time, my friend. Below them, to the raucous cheers of excited spectators, the racers throttled their engines in preparation for the final count down. ​

3... 2... 1...​

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

The exhilarating thrill of incredible velocity lasted mere moments, then sheer terror and survival instinct kicked in. Decelerating far too late, Naamino at least had the good sense to maintain a grip on the controls so they didn't crash upside down. He too was frozen, rather dumbfounded upon their sudden halt in what appeared to be a renowned bath house.

The zabrak might have stayed like that in shock for some long moments but the leak in their fuselage combined with the terrified scrabbling of Micah's claws against safety restraints was enough to snap him out of it. Naami tore the ill fitting helmet off his head, unfastened himself, then vaulted out of his seat to assist his friend. The odd angle of the ship lodged as it was meant he had to brace himself from falling onto the Rho boy even as he made to help him from his seat. That done, he took his friend's hand and turned, making to pull him into a soldier's carry so that Micah tol Powl was like a backpack.

"C'mon!" He insisted.

Naami's momentum, fueled by adrenaline and survival instinct, drove him to throw his weight behind a push at the cockpit door. Whether due to structural damage from their crash or the odd angle at which he attempted to push- the thing didn't budge. All of his fear and anger welled up, all of his as of yet unexplored disappointment in himself for failing his first flight so spectacularly. His open palm became a fist and he punched the nearest wall of the ship with a wordless yell. A hole tore through the area as metal screeched and peeled back from the wall he'd so violently force blasted, new screams rising from terrified and confused citizens of Vardin. Ignoring the building ache and fatigue of his body, he made to clamber up through the new exit his hasty and dangerous use of the force had wrought.

The zabrak hauled them up out of the wreckage and away from the water as best he could, nearly slipping once but catching himself before the tumble became a true fall. He managed to scramble to dry-ish solid ground, though their prototype star fighter had really done a number on the custom tile flooring. The boy took a steadying breath, eyes locked into a focus on the middle distance as he began walking back toward the track they'd left so abruptly.

"Hey, you ok?" He asked with a voice coarse from so much hollering.

Naami would set Micah down if instructed to do so of course, but he seemed content to walk while carrying his friend. As if this was just another ruck march. The boy pointedly ignored the stares and made no sign he heard the odd yell from the aggrieved business owner, whose establishment the students had just made dramatic renovations to.

{on our way to}

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[Darth Nexion]

It had been a surprise to Darth Nexion when he had received his invitation to the feast/race held on Korriban, but it was a very welcome one. So, here he was now, in his robes but with his mask absent and his hood down. When he'd arrived, elected to simply slip in with no particular entrance, he wasn't that kind of Sith. The first thing he noticed at this feast was the selection of wines available to him, he was something of a wine lover after all. With a glass in hand, he began to scour the others present while awaiting the race to begin.

Eventually, he spotted a 'good' friend of his: Diarch Reign . He followed his fellow Sith out onto the spire before approached behind him. His words carried the same smugness he always had (especially when talking with Reign).

He overheard the countdown of the race, but decided it would be good to talk with Reign for a while first, before becoming invested in the race.

"Hello there Reign, my old buddy, how have you been? It's been too long since we last chatted. You seem a tad stronger than you were last time, I hope you haven't been getting a big head just because you've been talking to some of the higher up Sith?"

 

[Gavin Vel]

Gavin paced near the starting line, his adrenaline already spiking as he mentally prepared himself for the race. He wouldn’t call himself an exceptional pilot—far from it. He understood the mechanics, knew the basics, but that wasn’t what mattered. This was about proving, once again, that he was the best. His mind flicked briefly to the other academy students who were undoubtedly more skilled in the cockpit. It didn’t matter. Winning this race would prove that skill alone wasn’t everything. Confidence, determination, and sheer force of will were what counted—and Gavin had those in spades.

Dressed in his House Rakghoul robes, the dark fabric accented with crimson, he cut an imposing figure as he held his custom-painted helmet under his arm. The word Death was scrawled across it in jagged, menacing letters. It was a little over the top, but that was precisely the point. He strode toward the shipyard, basking in the attention of the crowd gathered to watch. Raising his arms, he pumped his fists into the air, working the spectators into a frenzy. They roared their approval, and Gavin soaked it all in, smiling and winking at random individuals as though the entire event was centered around him.

Of course, it wasn’t. But that hardly mattered.

As his eyes scanned the crowd, they settled briefly on Naamino Zuukamano , his fiercest rival today. Gavin gave him a curt nod of acknowledgment—a silent declaration of war—before returning to the task of hyping himself up. His ego swelled with every cheer, fueling his determination.

When the announcer’s voice cut through the noise, instructing the racers to board their ships, Gavin swaggered toward his assigned vessel. Confidence radiated from him until he noticed something that made his blood boil: someone else was climbing into his ship.

"HEY!" Gavin bellowed, breaking into a sprint. The thief was too far ahead, already sliding into the cockpit. For a brief moment, Gavin considered his options, his mind racing as fast as his pulse. He’d been too busy playing the crowd, and now he was about to lose his ride.

That’s when he saw it—a smaller kid, perhaps half his size, awkwardly climbing into another ship nearby. Without hesitation, Gavin bolted toward him, reaching the boy just as he was halfway into the cockpit. Grabbing the back of his flight suit, Gavin yanked him out with one fluid motion, holding him briefly before flinging him aside with more force than he intended. The boy tumbled through the air, landing unceremoniously several meters away.

“I’m not sorry, but I do apologize!” Gavin shouted over his shoulder, scrambling into the cockpit. His hands flew over the controls as he began booting up the systems, his heart pounding with the thrill of what he’d just done. He barely glanced at the furious boy he had thrown, who was now desperately trying to reach another ship in time.

Gavin grinned wickedly as he muttered to himself, “House Derriphan is going to look good today.” His hands gripped the controls as he glanced out the viewport, catching sight of the scrambling pilot. With a smirk, he called out, "Might want to stand back, buddy!" The engine roared to life as Gavin completed the pre-flight sequence.

The countdown began.

3…His grip tightened, his grin widening.

2… He felt the ship hum beneath him, the power coursing through it matching his own anticipation.

1… The galaxy seemed to hold its breath.

Go.

Gavin launched forward, his ship screaming across the starting line as he hurtled into the race. The crowd erupted, and for Gavin, there was no greater sound.

Gavin gritted his teeth as he wrestled with the controls of his commandeered ship. It wasn’t the smooth start he had envisioned, and the unfamiliar cockpit made every adjustment feel clunky. He watched as Naamino shot ahead, deftly maneuvering through the pack with a confidence that Gavin begrudgingly admired. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. Good. At least he’s got the skill to back up all that talk.

Determined not to fall too far behind, Gavin shoved the throttle forward, the ship lurching as it gained speed. He was mid-pack now, surrounded by competitors jockeying for position. His instincts screamed at him to ram them aside, to clear his path by sheer force, but he restrained himself. Not yet, he thought. He needed to play it smart—for now.

The admiration he felt for Naamino quickly turned to alarm as they approached a sharp turn. Gavin watched, eyes wide, as Naamino hurtled toward it at a dangerous speed. Too fast. The realization hit him a second too late. Naamino’s ship clipped the edge, spiraling out of control.

“SLOW DOWN, YOU IDIOT!” Gavin barked into his comms, his voice a mix of panic and frustration. The irony of him—the academy’s poster child for reckless behavior—telling Naamino to calm down wasn’t lost on him. Still, seeing his rival crash out of the race was a gut punch. Damn it, Naamino.

But even as disappointment for his friend flickered through his mind, a more familiar feeling crept in—relief. With Naamino out, his path to victory was clearer. Gavin couldn’t deny the thrill of knowing the top spot was now within reach.

“I’m the one who’s supposed to start the race like that!” he added into the comms, a faint smirk returning to his face as he expertly navigated the turn Naamino had failed to take. His focus sharpened. The crash was regrettable, but the race wasn’t over, and Gavin had no intention of losing his chance at glory.

As much as he respected Naamino, nothing was going to stand between him and victory—not even his closest ally. His eyes narrowed as he gunned the throttle again, weaving through the competitors ahead. The race was his to win, and he wasn’t about to let anyone steal that from him.

 

[Madrona A’Mia]

3… 2… 1… GO!

"And they're off!"
Dak Despin noted with great enthusiasm.
"My goodness what a showing, we have a few bold young pilots pulling ahead out the gate! Let's see- who…? OH MY that House Rakghoul ship better slow- gods above and below, Force be with them they are OFF THE TRACK ladies and gents!"

Two camera droids captured the spectacle from multiple angles and the careening star fighter was replayed in slow motion a few times over various holoscreens. The crowd was stunned, shocked while hooting and hollering along with the mishap. Still others had no time for such dramatic lack of piloting skill and focused intently instead on the students with steadier hands.

"My GOODNESS what a shake up so early in the race- and who do we have here?! I see several ships pulling ahead- let's see, one unmarked with the other three flying House colors. Weeeeee've got one of each, look at that- Tu'kata, Derriphan, Unmarked all seem neck and neck. THEN we've got someone representing your own House, A'Mia, with Derriphan juuuust behind! That's just to name a few things happening in this stunning action sequence folks."

( Lyssara Thrynn , Leshanna , Ala Quin , Maiza Vex , Gavin Vel )

The animated holonet personality paused a moment in hopes that his co-host might have something to add. And indeed she did. The tall arboreal woman again leaned unnecessarily toward her sound set up and the affable human gave her an uncomfortable look but let her be.

"Indeed, Dak. It seems that these children are clearly displaying their need to be educated. Is this a cry for help I wonder? Thankfully they have found their way here for proper tutelage." Her voice was mild and deadpan, as if vaguely intrigued.

There was some jovial laughter forthcoming in response to her accidentally cutting remarks and more than a few hollering jeers at the struggling students.

"Right well we are on to the next leg of this race let's seeeee what happens!"

 

[Kivah]

The thing many people didn't realize was that fighter pilots were usually small people for practical purposes, and Kivah decidedly wasn't. So out of all the options available to her, she chose some variant of a TIE Interceptor. Its ball cockpit was roomy enough for her large frame and she figured the controls probably wouldn't be too different from what she was used to. Heck, she lived in a TIE. Granted, it was one of the much roomier Reaper series landers. Fortunately she was right, and after only a few moments of familiarization and a brief pre-flight, the amazonian Cathar was feeling comfortable with her choice. Comfort brought along confidence as well, the others had precious little experience between them. Sure she hadn't been in any real dogfights, but nobody could resist a little low-level flying. The dunes of Cantonica had done well for her.

The countdown came, her gloved hands flexed over the controls, grip firm but not tight. Didn't want to choke up on them.

With the light and buzzer, Kivah dropped the throttle, trusting the repulsors to maintain the minimum altitude as the ion engines screeched their fury at the air holding back the interceptor. Twin trails of dust and dirt kicked up under the bent wings and merged into a single plume behind the feline's fighter before she eased the yoke back to gain some precious altitude once the herd thinned out some.

Ahead, Naamino flipped out, his ship careening up over a cliff instead of around it, and she winced involuntarily even as a colder part of her mind counted off a competitor. "Bad luck boys!" She called out over the open comm. She'd find out later, but was certain that he had choked up the controls. First flight anxiety and the sudden speed mixing into an overcorrection that lost control.

For herself, she banked into the turn and pulled around, firing her belly thrusters to tighten the corner and ease her forward momentum while barely dropping the power to the main thrusters. Soon she was out of the streets, nearly neck and neck with some Derriphan git that barely seemed in control of their ship when they weren't weaving through the others.

Gavin Vel Naamino Zuukamano Micah tol Powl Madrona A’Mia Maiza Vex Lyssara Thrynn Ala Quin Leshanna

 

[Revna]

The spectacle of the race taking place on Korriban had drawn in people from all over; the atmosphere and energy was lively and Revna had to admit…it was contagious.

Just like with the initiation trials of the new batch of acolytes, Revna had been informed that her presence - though not outright demanded - was expected at the feast. She couldn’t say No to the Sith King, nor could she turn down the chance to dine on such fine food and drink. And thus she had agreed to attend, to dine and converse and enjoy the festivities.

She had chosen an outfit more befitting of the situation. Nothing extremely fancy, but certainly not the drab, standard clothes or robes she usually wore. Decorum demanded that she wear something finer when in the presence of high society, especially being a noble herself, though she very rarely carried herself as such. Her silver streaked, raven hued hair had been neatly braided by a servant, then wrapped into a bun at the back of her head, exposing the pale flesh of her neck, as well as the hints of old scars she still bore. She wore no jewelry or adornments around her neck or on her ears, though she did add a touch of kohl to accent the fiery burn of her eyes, and perhaps conceal the faint black spidery veins that had slowly begun to surface around them.

A close fitting, V-neck blouse studded with red gems along the collar and chest, was tucked into black pants that allowed her freedom of movement. A utility belt, where one might have attached a lightsaber hilt, was wrapped around her waist but curiously devoid of any weapons. A black cloak attached at the shoulders with silver clasps finished her outfit, and fell about her shoulders like a shadowy waterfall.

Pleased that she looked somewhat presentable, she made her way towards the feasting hall, passing various servants and others along the way. Her movements were silent, as she had been trained to be a predator, a huntress, and her quiet nature was deeply ingrained. Eventually, she passed through the entryway and into the spire where the feast was being held. Sights and sounds and scents washed over the young Sith and for a moment it was all very overwhelming. Her heart rate picked up as a tremor of anxiety rolled through her, but she took a deep breath to steady herself.

Her gaze flickered over those who were present, before landing on the regal form of Darth Caedes, who seemed preoccupied with familiar faces. She touched upon their mental tether, and sent a thought his way: Just letting you know that I am here. In the meantime, she chose to stand near a lookout point from the Spire and upon the gathered racers beyond and idly wondered if her late Master would have enjoyed watching the race with her too.

Tags: Darth Caedes // Lina Ovmar // Open ​

 

[Diarch Rellik]

OBJECTIVE 2

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Location: Spires
Tags: Diarch Reign

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PRELUDE: The Diarchy has just received an invitation from the King of Korriban! Lord Rellik who is in jubilation has immediately left his current task and heads for his brother Diarch Reign .

"HEY!" He stated as he barged into Reigns chambers. "Have you seen this invitation?!" Undoubtedly Rellik was already beginning to be a little too excited for this Adventure.

Reign staying in his thoughts and studies had not responded yet. So Rellik began to poke him in typical younger brother fashion. "Do the thing, schedule the shuttle. Tell ya kids, c'mmmmmmmon."
- Lord Rellik felt himself be force pushed out of the door.

Current Time: "How exciting brother, the time is upon us. This will be my largest meeting of force users ever. It will be hard to choose between focusing on feeling the energy in the air or talking to so many brilliant and devious minds."

As they touched down Rellik realized it was not only the people here he would be fascinated with but the history as well. Maybe he would sneak off for just a moment to check out the architecture.

Rellik was amazed to see the spectacle. The King, Allies he has not seen in a while, Future Lords and Darths who were still quite young.

"Well Brother, I will be finding some wine and watching the games, for now. Reach out for me anytime you need. Enjoy yourself."

Leaning in to whisper to Lord Reigns daughters. "Have a little fun yourselves. You can be respectful and live at the same time. Just no stealing, fighting, or ruining bets.... while anyone can see you. BYYYEEEEE."

Rellik began to walk towards the closest servant with a drink, hoping to watch some of the race before most of the contestants crashed.

Diarch Reign Darth Caedes

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Spires
Tags: Darth Nexion Darth Caedes Elmindra Xitaar
Diarch Rellik

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Reign rolled his eyes at the Necromancer. Although secretly he did find it a rare treat when he interacted with the older man.

“No bigger than last time we spoke Nexion, and not as much stronger as I’d hoped but besides that, I’m surprised to see you here. Not enough corpses to keep your interest, I’d have thought” he said with a slight laugh.

As his brother bounded off to enjoy himself, Reign had to suppress an actual laugh.

It was at this time he caught the eye of the King Darth Caedes his friend raised a glass in what Reign understood as a welcome and offer to join him.

Stepping fully into the area, his children in tow, he made his way to the king, but not before grabbing a corellian whiskey a server had brought him I must be here far to often if they know my drink.. he thought.

Stepping forward he bowed slightly to the king, his children mimicking their father.
a large grin only slightly hidden on his face, Reign mounted the steps of the elevated throne, a lapse in decorum he hoped his friend would forgive.

He reached his hand out to clasp the forearm of the King, in a greeting of true friendship.

His voice lowered slightly so only the monarch would hear he said “I’m glad the prototypes were finished in time, how do the acolytes look so far? Besides that, how are you my friend?”

stepping back, he raised his voice, decorum back in place. “My lord, let me introduce my children, the Ladies Nightmare and Shadow”

As one, the girls stepped forward, and bowed before the king. After the girls stepped back, he motioned for them to have their freedom to do as they will. The ground rules already having been established.