Faction From The Glare Of Stars | Sith Eternal

[Firrerreo]

"Others? Like.. Nicknames?" His lips thinned. In truth, a nickname was something he'd like to avoid. While not his true name, it still felt like he was giving them some power over him. And yet, if he wanted to get along with this generation of Sith.. The acolyte let out a sigh before smiling and nodding. "You're welcome to make one, if you'd like. Just, only make one." Amber eyes turned down to the frog, studying the disproportion closely. So this was how she made friends?

"Yes, though never without a basin. How is it you can do this so freely?"

Melydia Gold

 

[Melydia Gold]

TAG: Firrerreo



"Nicknames, titles, we know many of the like. We use many, too." Her brow furrowed, catching on to the other's sigh yet choosing not to comment on it, yet furrowed further as he gave her leave to choose her own nickname for him...but only one. "We will have to think on that Firrerreoro," the voice of many was caught up in jumbled pronunciation. "We must find the one that fits you best, especially if it cannot change."

His next question further confused the Sithspawn. What was a basin and why would she use it? "Perhaps we ourselves are the basin," she offered, running a hand down the mutating frog's back. A green spine, similar to ones that framed her own face, slowly grew to follow her fingers. "Have you tried without?"

 

[Firrerreo]

The patient smile remained, even as Melydia Gold butchered the pronunciation of his chosen title. Well, he didn't blame her. His people had chosen quite the name for themselves and their planet. Maybe it was so people would butcher it. She herself as the basin, however? Mild surprise filled his features as he took out a small journal to write down his thoughts.

"Once, though nothing happened. For me, at least, a basin is needed. Though you very well may be a basin yourself. I take it you're a product of alchemy given sentience?"

 

[Melydia Gold]

TAG: Firrerreo


She nodded. Yes, she was a product of alchemy given sentence-err sentience. Or perhaps more accurately she was a sentient being further forged in alchemy. "We were broken and now we are fixed," she explained with a nod of emphasis. And now she was better than she would've been otherwise. At least, she thought as such.

"Then mayhap you can carry a basin with you? We know not how big one must be, but perhaps a-uh-mind over matter thing is in play?"

 

[Firrerreo]

"Basin are complicated. It wouldn't be so easy to just bring one along. Though, I suppose I could try to create a portable kind." His voice trailed off as he started more furiously writing down his notes. Eagerly planning the next venture into Alchemy with Melydia Gold 's words in mind. Which he paused half way through, realizing he might of just ignored his new.. Friend.

"What is your goal with this frog friend?"

 

[Aaran Tafo]

"You can. But your fear stops you." Aaran mused in response to Arcturus own claim of being unable to stop. It was an honest pity that the Acolyte was so stuck in their way. So utterly unwilling to even consider the idea that they could live a life free of fear. "If it were not there. This would have gone differently."

But he supposed that was how the Lords of the Sith kept their students in line. Promising punishment and pain of they stepped out of line. Twisting and warping them until the resembled their predecessors. Unable to actually practice the freedom the Sith preached of. Instead stuck in an endless cycle of abuse and conflict. And even though the battle trance began to fall over him. All emotion clearing itself from his mind. They'd feel one last tinge of emotion.

Compassion.

For whatever reason. Aaran genuinely wanted to help them. To protect them from any potential danger. But it seems that through their own choices. They were determined to walk this path. And let it be said that he would respect their choices. However poorly thought out they may be.

"I'm sorry." He finally whispered, letting the last of his regret go as he emptied himself. Focusing now entirely on the moment as Ishani swung her blade in a deadly arc in an attempt to pierce his iron hard skin. But sadly, he would not allow himself to withstand her blows any longer. With Arcturus to his left and Ishani to his right. Kalt was the one to give him the opening to escape.

As the more bloodthirsty of the Acolytes jumped back. Aaran was already moving. Twisting his wrist to break the lock with Arcturus. He would dive forward, darting underneath Ishani's onslaught, preferring to simply avoid the blows over withstanding or parrying them. Giving him the precious space needed to enact some form of plan.

For a moment. His eyes met the spirits. And for a moment, they could feel another swift burst of remorse, before that too was smoothed away. It was unfortunate that they decided to remain so close to the combat. But unfortunately, due to Kalt deciding to escalate the fight by adding in semi-tangible copies. Aaran would be unable to hold back as much as he would have liked to deal with the issue.

They'd all feel it. A rumble in their chests as the Jedi let out an uncharacteristic growl. A low frequency vibration emanating from him in one solid burst as he unleashed the Progenitor's Call, A little gift from his visit to Manaan to train with the Order of Shasa. A more idylic past that seemed to be almost a lifetime ago.

The soundwave would ripple outwards. And unless somehow avoided or dodged, which would be a tricky endeavour to do so at the speed of sound. It would impact everyone present in turn. Dealing no lasting damage. But severely interfering with their inner ear.

Headaches, nausea, dizziness. All would result from the sonic attack that would linger in their system for quite some time unless purged. A rather ingenious non-lethal technique developed by the Order of Shasa. Now brought back to the New Jedi Order and taught to some of the more promising students. In Aaran's own mind, the technique could be likened to a more powerful form of Malacia. Somehow improved and reconfigured to be carried on sound waves.

But such theorising would wait for another time. His mind would remain in the moment. Now hopefully given a greater opening thanks to his technique, he would go on the offensive. Pivoting and bringing his saber against the phantasmal copies of the Acolytes against him. His blade exploding into a dazzling deadly dance of golden light as it wove and slashed through the air. The flowing, graceful and erratic movements of Shii-Cho giving him the grace he needed to deal with the multiple copies at a speed the untrained eye could barely follow.

His intent was twofold. One, to disrupt the illusions with the Solari blade imbued within his own saber. And two, to give the Acolytes a demonstration of the foe they faced. And how much trouble they might be in if they decided to cross blades with the Battlemaster of the New Jedi Order.


Ishani Dinn Arcturus Dinn Kalt Bruq Dis Kal

 

[Melydia Gold]

TAG: Firrerreo

"Complicated in what way?" Her head titled to the side with the question. "Some say complicated when they really mean simple. They just don't see the simplicity yet." She didn't mean to demean the new friend, just as she hoped her words didn't come off as such.

His question was met with a long pause, the insectoid considering her work. "We don't know...We fix and then we play until they seem complete." She lifted the frog up from her lap, displaying it for the other. "What do you think?"

 

[Firrerreo]

"Looking at it from another angle. Interesting." Again he started to take notes, formulating his own little plan on just how to make this on the go alchemy. He used her silence to do just that. When she did finally speak up again he already had a rough idea. The acolyte glanced up to Melydia Gold , then to the frog.

"I think bigger. Frogs are often eaten by larger creatures. If it's larger, it'll survive longer, no?"

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Suddenly, there were two of her. Ishani did a double-take at her doppelganger, then looked over to find there were also two Arcturuses. Arcturii? Was this Kalt’s doing? Damn, she’d have to ask him how to do that trick. Uh, not because she needed two Arcturii, one was plenty for her… She also decided, upon seeing her double, that she didn’t like the pink hair after all. The first thing she was going to do upon getting out of here was take a shower and get the dye out of her hair—

There was a loud noise, and Ishani abruptly felt the world dip to one side. She fell over in a sprawling heap on the ground.

“Motherfether!”

Unable to tell which way was up, she clung to the grass to keep from falling off the earth. In addition to the lack of balance and the faint ringing in her ears, she felt a massive headache, curbed only by the crystals used in her hair whips, along with the beginnings of nausea cramping her stomach. No, no, no, she was not throwing up now. Nope. No way.

Thinking that the Jedi had poisoned her somehow with his weird dolphin screech, she worked to detoxify herself with the Force. But it wasn’t poison. He’d done something to her ears. General healing, then. As she started to rise to her feet again, Aaran came at the illusions full kilter. Ishani re-entered the fray, her hair coming alive. Snakelike, the attached lightwhips activated and lashed out at the Jedi Master. She followed it up with a stab aimed at his ribs—only to feint the move and turn it into a slash instead at the last moment, before literally stomping on his toes with the heel of one booted foot.

For once in her life, she seemed to be doing well, finding a groove and a rhythm of her own. But the moment she stopped to congratulate herself, she knew it would all fall apart. So she kept going without pausing to think about anything except what her next move would be...

Arcturus Dinn Dis Kal Kalt Bruq Aaran Tafo​

 

[Kalt Bruq]

At the sudden screech from the Jedi, Kalt winced, which for a brief few moments, made the projections of Arcturus and Ishani visibly flicker in and out from reality, if that wasn't already clear from the Jedi's own force-enhanced vision. The presence of his real lightsaber was revealed to be among one of the Ishani. Kalt tried his best to quickly recover from the disorientation, choosing to ignore his body and continue focusing on the illusion, not noticing that he had at least partially compromised them. And if his head were clear, he'd attempt to redo it, shift where the projections were in comparison to the real Ishani and Arcturus, but this was the best he could do at the moment thanks to the disorientation.

The follow-up barrage of lightsaber strikes to the illusions forced the projections into defensive stances. While they maintained their threat and solid-nature, more than a few suffered strikes that would injure them or otherwise be fatal. Although this didn't physically affect the illusions all that much, it did disrupt them like before. Eventually they resorted to defensive moves that Kalt would do as a Makashi practitioner, further revealing which were false.

Kalt's head was still pounding from the screech but it was starting to recover and he could think a little more clearly. He noticed Ishani's counter attack, despite the effects of the screech, and commanded the projection holding his lightsaber to attack along with her. One of the Arcturus illusions pressed the attack to the Jedi's rear, hoping to corner him, while the other did their best to get mixed up with the real Arcturus.

[ Arcturus Dinn Aaran Tafo Ishani Dinn Dis Kal ]​

 

[Dis]

Surur Pomi / Dis the Shadow(cat)
Shadowcat, explorer and wanderer; Owner of the Cat’s Paw; Member of the Greystone Mercantile​

Location: Ossus
Equipment: Chosen Host | Lightsaber | Karza’Dis Mount || Nyxrazi Umbral Spherecraft (Rex)
Tags: Kal | Arcturus Dinn | Ishani Dinn | Kalt Bruq | Aaran Tafo

The Shadowcat had to agree with Kal's words, which is why they still didn't know which side would win. However, based on their experience on the battlefield, it is not certain that the Jedi are so kind-hearted. They considered them far less friendly than the Sith. Of course, Dis didn't give up on making friends from there either, but based on that, it was harder than they thought.

~ And if he is also an evil Jedi? ~ they asked.

This time they were no longer “speaking” loudly and a little worried as they conveyed that feeling to Kal. They watched the fight, which did not want to end, but continued. Titled their head to the side and watched the duel of lightsaber blades and interesting techniques. Oh!

~ Oh! After all, we were preparing for a rescue mission, that would be another kind! ~ they answered.

They wouldn't have liked to let the others go to jail either. The Shadowcat had just wanted to start to say something when they noticed Aaran's gaze and then felt his remorse. Moments later, the unpleasant effect that caused nausea and dizziness to Surur, coupled with a headache. They were able to stay on their feet, but it was not pleasant. Fortunately, they are known for such Force skills to heal or just stabilize a body, so they immediately resorted to it to improve the host's condition, which can take up to minutes.

~ I think it would be advisable to go back a little if the Jedi tried something like this again. ~

 

[Kal]

<Define evil.> Eying the Jedi thoughtfully, Kal studied the way in which he fought, the parries and ducks and counterattacks - and what little emotion perceptible past the mental walls all sensible Force Users erected. <I do not sense any malicious intent from him, if that is what you are asking, nor is he fighting like one who seeks to kill. He may seek to imprison or otherwise exert control over them, however.>

That was a subject of some concern - as was the remorseful look Aaran briefly gave him. For a moment Kal thought the Jedi knew his concerns and was prepared to ignore them fully in favour of a more drastic approach. That misimpression was quickly dismissed by action, however.

As the wave of disruptive vibrations rolled outwards from the blind one, several things happened at once; the biosuit his body wore abandoned any pretence of being normal clothing to crawl up his face in defence, but not quickly enough, and the vibrations struck him, body stumbling backwards even as the Shadow briefly experienced some rather unpleasant sensations.

Those were quickly suppressed from his perception, though they continued to affect his body, its gait awkwardly unbalanced as it moved further away from the confrontation - responding to Dis' suggestion in deed rather than in words. Well, that was new.

<How novel. I wish I knew how to do that.> This time his words were shared with everyone - except the rude one, Ishani. He was ignoring her.​

Dis | Arcturus Dinn | Ishani Dinn | Kalt Bruq | Aaran Tafo​

 

[Melydia Gold]

TAG: Firrerreo

"Hmm..that is a good point." If bigger meant more survivability, then the more big friends, the better, right? But that also brought forth the question of how to make the frog friend bigger. Or perhaps that was what Melydia should've asked. Instead, caught up in the moment of creation, she focussed her energies and attention on the creature, manipulating the force around her to will the frog to grow with little care to whether or not it should be possible.

At first, there was nothing. But slowly, after another ribbit or two, the frog seemed to swell in size. The growth was not without cost, however. Melydia could feel patches of her skin wither and flake away like strips of bark, a piece of herself going into encouraging the frog to grow. It was exhausting, yet the excitement of an apparent success kept her temporarily distracted. "It's working!"