Dominion Fun in the Sun | SJO DOM of Noasis

[Acaadi]

Kei Amadis Kyra Perl Ura Iolar Xian Xiao

Acaadi offered Kei the briefest nod, more aware of him from his presence in the Force than anything else.

Cyllia watched as the last of the chains snapped with a scream of tortured metal. The final tether. Her floating city started to break away from the land. Up and into the clouds it went, drifting ever high. She turned with a look of defiance on her face as


Kyra screamed and Acaadi dropped his book, losing his page.

"Damn it." Those were the last ten pages. He should have known better, especially as he had seen Ura hiding in the sand to pull that trick. He felt Kyra's own panic and had to let his heart slow back down before reaching for his book.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Objective: tease Romi Jade

Spoiler

Jacen broke the surface of the water and pulled the rebreather from between his lips. Rather than explore in full scuba gear he had decided to see what could be discovered with just the rebreather.

Tired out from the swim, he strolled up onto the hot sand, water rolling down him to leave a trail of dark splotches on the crisp sand beside his footprints.

Apparently it was almost exclusively loud children on the beach

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra stopped mid search to straighten and openly gawk at the man trudging out of the water. Jacen Voidstalker was a thing of beauty, a name she had heard uttered from her older's sister's lips at least once growing up. "Whoa." Romi Jade had good taste. She bit her lip appreciatively, then bent over to pick up a re breather .... then snapped back up.

Her red curls went flying, the bathing suit clad padawan striking a not-so-subtle pose.

 

[Varindar Asyt]

Objective 1: Beach
Interacting with: Tadietti Tann (indirectly)

By now the lead group was too far from the starting beach, where Kyra Perl , Ura Iolar , Sky'ito Yumi and the others were, to actually be seen from them. So, in fact, Varindar couldn't see Sukai learn to surf either. The lead group had widened the gap with the others, but among the lead group, which was headed towards the second checkpoint, that is, another island, it was an ongoing stalemate that was not going to be broken any time soon. Not until one or more of them was running out of energy. The Noghri was, unfortunately, the first one to have energy issues, which left Elianne, Rendi, Soso and her in the lead, with the people in the seedy bars eagerly watching the final third of the race unfold. However, most of them were only interested in the lead group, because the other entrants weren't worth betting on, and some of these entrants, mostly locals, didn't even have odds on the books. It would still take a while because of the sheer length of the race...

 

[Ura Iolar]

Ura seemed to feel a bit better as Kyra seemed to calm down. It a bit weird that it had become easier for them to tell how the other felt. Then again, it wasn't like Ura could really hide it either. She began to pick up some of this "scuba" stuff before hearing Kyra say it was for swimming.

"Oh! I haven't been swimming since I left Yurb." She smiled, making a weird bark to call over Ger'off. She then let out some confusion again when Kyra mentioned skincare. Some things Ura would just never understand. She did sense Kyra's feeling when she noticed a guy though. Ura just chuckled, and continued looking for the sunscreen. She looked around, seeing the tube of sunscreen, and seeing who it had landed near. Ura got a little nerves, actually jumping back a little.

"Uh... Hi."

Kyra Perl Xian Xiao Acaadi Kei Amadis Sky'ito Yumi

 

[Acaadi]

"Ura, don't let Ger'off shake himself dry over here again!" Acaadi called out. He liked real books with paper pages. He liked seeing the bookmark slowly moving through the thick wedge of pages. He liked the smell. They were not waterproof.

Seeing Kyra throw out her hip like that, and seeing who she was looking at, Acaadi raised a finger and opened his mouth to protest.

With a shake of his head he decided to stay out of it and return to his book. She could enjoy making him feel uncomfortable with that acronym that started with D and ended with ILF later.

"Can I borrow the sunscreen too?" he called out. That was the problem with books on the beach, you lost track of time.

 

[Tadietti Tann]

Objective 1
Deals falling apart. Banks to be bought.
Location: On a luxury hover yacht.

Tags: Syd Celsius and Varindar Asyt

Varindar Asyt

Watching the race shape up, the swimmers were holding their own, Soso began pushing really hard, perhaps moving too early but trying to get ahead of everyone. Even as the Noghri fell back, it was strange to see a Noghri one who valued honor over everything else in a competition on a beach, strange if you didn’t know what was going on at a certain hutt related base...

With Syd Celsius

“Ms Blue Count Ajenn of Serrenno has made contact with Tvenn, and he has rejected our mans offer of further ships to replace the potential losses in orbit.”

Tadietti waited patiently for the report that followed. Speaking of their inside man Tvenn at the facility planetside. That was unfortunate, she’d wanted that prize under her umbrella of shell companies, organizations within her web but not connected to her directly. “Arrange for our... contact to get clear.” Blue sipped her champagne rather vexed. No gains here today then, no losses either. With the pirates out of commission, another competitor was still kept on the backfoot at least, the Hutts removed from another territory would have to be enough, only hoping her inside man an Epicanthix survived to tell the tale and was not fingered to one of her shell corps. Although she moved in complicated webs, enough steps in the chain could tie anyone to anyone. Epicanthix made excellent spies as they couldn't be read, tricks of the trade.

The veiled twi’lek sighed and she stood up to look out over the railings of her yacht at the ocean, leaning over the rails. Surrounded by assassins, surrounded by wealth, and now even a chance at real power, but no sister Nima Tann . That was something she’d sold out, family. She dropped her glass in the ocean and asked Sienn her largest Aide to clear the deck for her of anyone but her support staff, she needed some solitude to rethink her designs on this sector behind the scenes. There was always someone behind the scenes in every sector.

They’d need new plans to get a foothold, if Mr Black didn’t already have her beat, one step ahead it seemed here again. Who else had beaten her too this if not black? There was always an opportunity, always a way in, someone had mentioned a…

“Lady Blue. We have the bank chairman on comm one.”

“I trust he is ready to sell?” Her Lekku curled slightly.

“Yes but there is a complication, three of them.”

There always was, Black, Blue and ?

 

[Kathryn Foster]

Objective: Underwater exploration!
Location: Noasis Tourist Bureau island resort, the marina.
Wearing: Black tank top, olive green cargo shorts, olive duty belt with some pouches, sandals, diving watch.
Tags: Kiff Brayde
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Had it been tough weeks, or not? It sure had!

From High Marshal Brayde's shocking collapse due to poisoning at The Last Round on Geonosis, to the agonising unknowing wait at the medcenter, all the way to his wake up finally, and then with a faint gnarling reluctance leaving him to recover. Kath would admit it to be a bit strange, sure. It was realy the first time they had tried to socialize outside of work, and what a disaster it had ended in! Although, it felt like they both knew that it was nothing either of them could have done to avoid the attempt on Brayde's life.

Was it that strange, realy? After all, she were very considerate by nature. Especially towards her friends and comrades that fought beside her. The pilots in her squadron had more than once described her as a genuine den mother. Friends were something to care for, and she certainly counted Kiff to them.

The sun had already reached its zenith on the clear blue sky, and spread its warm beams across the deck of the white shining catamaran that would soon take them to their dive spot. The catamaran was in berth by a small pier in the resorts marina, azure blue waves lap against its hull and the sound of it mixed gently with the sea birds calling and the buzz from the marina. Pulling a stray strand of her hair done in a ponytail from the forehead, she sat on the rail opposite the pier and looked out to sea - it was going to be a great day. They both were so much worth this. She only hoped he had not hanged his mind.

 

[Xian Xiao]

Objective: 1
Location: Beach
Interacting with: Kyra Perl Ura Iolar Acaadi

So far so good for not being noticed, even when Kyra dropped almost everything she had been carrying. That was until the tube of sunblock rolled to stop at her feet. Picking it up, she didn't look up until spoken to. Her skin tone was currently probably about as red as her hair.

Gulping just slightly, she wanted to get involved but didn't quite know how. On Coruscant, she would have tried to do something entertaining to get attention. This wasn't that planet and the girl was far from home. All she wanted to do was enjoy the day at the beach. She should have expected to have to interact with people.

"Hi. This is yours?"

When she looked up to see who had spoken to her, if her skin could have turned any redder, it would have.

"I'm sorry, this can't be yours."

Another person requested the use of the sunblock and her attention shifted to him. Holding the tube out to him, she nodded, hoping she was doing the right thing. Hopefully.

At the moment, she was almost surrounded by these people. There wasn't any easy way for her to make any sort of escape. Not that she entirely wanted to. These people were supposed to be a family for her, but her face was still quite new and she didn't know any of them.

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

Objective: 2 Warm Welcome surfing
Location: Beach
Attire: Swim Suit
Pepes: Varindar Asyt Ura Iolar Xian Xiao

It had taken a while, but Sukai was a patient one, good things came to those who wait and she was aptly rewarded. During her time in the water several small waves had come through, many easily surfable but in her mind to small and she wasn't going to risk catching a short one to only miss a bigger wave. Such line of thinking lead to her current situation atop of a large break, racing back towards the sandy beach feeling as if she was flying through the air. The salty spray of the sea water, bumpy yet smooth rid and cool air but warm sun made for a strange and new experience for the young Jedi. On her way back towards the yellow shore she gave a wave out to the others in the water and strolling around nearby.

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra blinked as the man dismissed her and Acaadi laid claim to her sunscreen. Ah. Rude. "That is so mine!" She exclaimed, a childish edge to her tone. But the moment she saw who had it-- the moment the girl's nerves hit Kyra's senses-- the zeltron stopped short.

"Oh. Hey. It's okay! It's both of ours," she corrected, making an obvious attempt to make the stranger feel more at ease. She tossed her stuff at Ura to hold -- the brat!-- and ran up to Xian with a small grin. "Thanks!" She held out her hand, then offered. "Need to use some?"

 

[Varindar Asyt]

Objective 1: Beach
Interacting with: Tadietti Tann (indirectly)

With the remaining four swimmers of the lead group still vying for victory as Soso attempted a breakaway, said breakaway was not lasting forever. It was here that Varindar's energy management would, in fact, pay off in the final half-kilometer: it was then that she pushed harder to close the gap between Soso, whose energy was close to depleted, and the other three. The Noghri was still plodding behind them in fifth, while Elianne was in front of the other Twi'lek and still behind Varindar. With every passing meter, the Hotelier would catch up to Soso, not letting up, not in the homestretch, and then Soso slowed down a bit, when the finish buoy was visible. Catching the criminals responsible for laundering money would then start with winning the race and offer, say, Soso informant protection once set free, out of respect for athletic skill perhaps. And, in one last burst... Varindar narrowly edged Soso, and thus won by an equally narrow margin. She was drained, panting heavily once out of the water, due to the swim lasting about two hours.

 

[Kiff Brayde]

Objective: Find some Treasure
Location: Noasis Tourist Bureau [Island Resort]
Tag: Kathryn Foster
​

It had been a while since Kiff had been admitted from that hospital, and in the meantime, boy he had gotten the excitement he had wished for. A terrorist attack on the Confederacy Capital, successfully fending off an entire Sith invasion force over Kintan, and then intervening over Atrisia into perhaps one of the quickest-devolving conflicts in modern galactic history. Now, the High Marshal needed something a little more. . . relaxing, and the idea of diving for some unknown treasure on a Silver-Jedi tropical planet sounded just right. It was almost ironic; a month ago Kiff had been complaining that he wasn't seeing enough action, but now he was looking for a little respite from it all.

He'd been invited to this little expedition by one of what he considered close friends, Colonel Kathryn Foster. She'd been with him during his little poisoning incident at The Last Round, but hopefully half-baked assassination attempts were behind them. Kiff would very much rather spend this time actually having fun, not having to worry about the pressures that came with commanding one of the largest military forces in the Confederacy, let alone the galaxy.

And for all of the talk that came to it, Kiff had to admit that Noasis was quite beautiful. The sparkling turquoise waters of the bay slowly lapped against the wooden pillars, gently crashing onto white-sanded beaches. The sky was a clear blue, and Noasis's sun shone brilliantly. Admittedly, the climate was a tad hot for Kiff's taste, but it would be perfect for an ocean cruise. The wild sea life soared overhead, as if without a care to the world. The entire planet seemed to be on vacation; there was no violence to be seen, no poverty or hardships. Just people relaxing and having fun, enjoying the sunshine and the warm touch of the sand beneath their bare feet.

"Pleasant day for it, isn't it?" Kiff called to Kathryn as he walked along the pier, wearing a soft-fabric shirt he'd bought off a whim from a local souvenir shop over his full-body bodyglove, specially made to protect Kiff's body from underwater pressures and temperatures. Slung over hi back was a bag containing the rest of his equipment; a helmet, respirator, gauge and electrical rod in case some underwater creature decided to disturb this little retreat. Walking up to the Colonel, he dropped his bag onto the deck of the catamaran before offering his hand to Kathryn. "It can't have been more than a month; how are you doing?"

 

[Kathryn Foster]

Objective: Underwater exploration!
Location: Noasis Tourist Bureau island resort, the marina.
Wearing: Black tank top, olive green cargo shorts, black duty belt with some pouches, sandals, diving watch.
Tags: Kiff Brayde​

Kathryn contemplatingly followed a white sea bird with her gaze, as it soared by over the pier. As she did, a familiar voice got her attention. The voice of a certain and otherwise cocky High Marshal, who had now been pulled along on a completely different mission of what he was used to. Kathryn knew he liked to kick back and relax around a table of sabacc with a beer in his hands, but little did she know about how he spent his vacations. If he ever had any, that was!

As their gazes met, she had to force herself not to just jump up and hug the man in pure joy of his appearance. Instead, she took a second at the railing. A mirthful smile, which she tried to hold back a little, spread on her lips. Now it couldn't be better, no.

''Couldn't be better, sir.'' she stated as gathered as she could, with the smile lingering. She was actually in pure joy to see him on his feet, relaxed and looking well.

Now she jumped up and happily strode over the deck to greet and give him a hand with the gear. A short delighted laugh left her as she took his hand and, yeah a hug were justified, she thought and gave him one but tried to keep it short but genuine.

''Hahaa, I'm so glad to see you! Heard you're already back on duty? That's great!'' she said, happy of seeing him out of the medcenter scrubs.

Kath regained herself some, placing her hands on her hips, kind of to know where she had them. Nodding affirmatively to her own statement, she glanced shyly to the sides before focusing on the gear at their feet.

''Here, I'll help you with that, sir. There's sodas in the coolbox over there!'' she said and nodded to a box by the railing in the aft. ''No beers, though. Beers and diving ain't good bed fellows, you know.''

 

[Ura Iolar]

Ura looked at Kyra, kinda happy she walked up. It tended to be her, Acaadi, or Reggie that got her to be more comfortable around others. She also heard Acaadi, missing a little of what Kyra told the other person as she looked at her friend.

"Don't worry. He won't." Ura then turned around to have something thrown into her arms, and she finally looked back to Xian.

"Oh! Uh.... I'm Ura by the was...." Even without emotion in her voice it was obvious Ura was still nervous. Sometimes she wonder how in the galaxy she could be comfortable around everyone else, but shy when the first new person showed up.

Meanwhile, Ger'Off walked out of the water, shaking off before before happily walking over to Acaadi. The waterdog had decided the reading padawan was the perfect person to show the thing he found. It looked like a spiky sand dollar, and the waterdog simply sat and waited for a response.

Kyra Perl Xian Xiao Acaadi Sky'ito Yumi

 

[Acaadi]

Acaadi laughed. Kyra had quickly switched her story to make the girl feel more welcome, but she had been quick to rush in there and claim the sunscreen first. Acaadi had been about to lord his accidental victory over Kyra.

"Nice to meet you!" Acaadi called out. Through spending time woth the empath he had started to read Kyra more easily and could pick up on her intentions and follow long. Acaadi had also created a Force bond with Ura on toydaria and when they concentrated could sense her intentions too.

"Kyra can you put some on my neck when you're done?" Acaadi asked.

"And good dog for flicking water onto the other padawans," Acaadi congratulated Ger'off. "Ura, what does he want?"

 

[Syd Celsius]

Lyli had booked passage to the Resort in question, The Yellow Flower Hideaway, located close to some coastal cliffs. (Try saying that last bit five times fast. Go on, I dare you.)

The resort was pyramid like, surrounded by mini ziggurats, constructed of black glass. Lyli had flashed some credits, turning heads as she walked by in her white and gold chrome catsuit, faces reflecting on its surface.

She checked in at the lobby, three floors down from where Ajenn was supposed to be staying. She arrived at her suite, and without fanfare, got on the floor, meditating about the information on her target. Strikurr had given no missive except get it done at her discretion.

Since it was her discretion Lyli was going to choose the messy and brutal option, at least, that's what Syd underneath permitted The Mental Lie to believe. Lyli had no true sentience beyond what came from Syd's life force. If Syd wanted Lyli to believe she had killed someone when she had actually spared them, Lyli would believe it.

She took out her lightsaber, activating its red blade, preparing for the Force to tell her when Ajenn had arrived, not realizing how Jedi-like an approach this was...

Two hours later...

Count Ajenn had just gotten back from a deal he had turned down. The asking price had been too high for his taste and when it came to the local networks he was cultivating in Rakatan tech smuggling he was doing far to well, and transporting his goods on vessels that flew much cheaper.

At least he could relax at the Yellow Flower. For purposes of amusement, he will basically be described as looking like Star Lord in an all black Tuxedo.

Count Ajenn had four things going for him: He was the son of famous swordsman Lur Redtide, for starters. Second, unlike his father who had only dueled one Force Adept in his entire career, Ajenn Redtide had survived not one, not two, not even three--

(Somewhere OOC, Red Grant is devoured by a Shark)

But approximately--you sitting down? Approximately One Hundred and Fifty Thousand attempts on his life by Force Adepts. This motherfether had level-grinded like a motherfether. He had level-grinded through foes that were worth at least four hundred experience points apiece, if we want to think of the countless slain in this nightmarish hellscape that is the modern galaxy in the cold blooded rationality of RPG Mechanics.

Three, though he was up against somebody who qualified as boss you should not tackle until you are at least level 30 in Skyrim, (he was level 17, if you are curious.) he had sweet loot from past adventures.

Four: He looked like Star Lord, and good looks were one of Lyli's weaknesses, and possibly Syd's as well if you wanna get Freudian with it.

("Come And Get Your Love" by Redbone plays)

Count Ajenn Redtide swaggered out of his yellow and red Upsilon Class shuttle with his body guards, one an orange Twi'lek, the other a Nautolan, but both by hilarious coincidence possessing the name "Gary Busey".

It should be noted that Count Ajenn--and oddly, his bodyguards also--were so awesome that they could both hear and properly dance to the OOC music when no one else would be able to.

He was looking forward to relaxing the night away, after he took care of one final transaction in his own private suite at the very top of the resort. He owned it, after all.

Ajenn danced all the way from his private landing pad, his bodyguards keeping sync with him all the way into the Casino section. It should be noted that the Redbone music is still playing and will be playing on loop.

Don't worry. When it stops, you will know.

"Count Ajenn!" The Floor Manager, a portly, surly man in a three piece suit bellowed jovially amidst the mass of people enjoying themselves at the resort, some, sampling foods from a hundred different planets, others watching various stage performances. "So good of you to drop in! What can I do for you?"

It should be noted Count Ajenn had not stopped dancing, nor had his bodyguards, nor had the Narrator.

"I just want my suite prepped and ready, Niles. Corellian Alcohol-Free Martini, served chilled."

"Shaken or stirred?" Niles asked.

"Do I look like I give a damn?" Ajenn asked jokingly.

"Trust us, he doesn't." The Bodyguards said in unison.

"At once, Count!" Niles obeyed.

Just then, someone caught his eye. Someone quite far away but stuck out for the reflective outfit.

Count Ajenn was not without his faults. One of those faults, much like Lyli's weakness for rogueish charm and chiseled looks, of which Count Ajenn had both (and which was currently causing Lyli and even Syd deep within, sitting at a pazaak table in her gleaming white and gold suit, to salivate.), was that sometimes Ajenn didn't think with his big brain.

"Whoa..." he said under his breath as he stared at Lyli, slicking his hair back like he'd spotted Rachel while looking for Harvey Dent.

"Hellooooo beautiful..." he said under his breath. He nudged Nautolan-Busey.

"Hey, is she making googly eyes at me, Gary? She's looks like she's making googly eyes at me."

Lyli stared directly at Count Ajenn, playing with a pazaak card, bending it...biting her lower lip.

Momma like...Lyli thought lustfully. Too bad you gotta die.

Ajenn was concerned, from the moment he saw her, solely with turning on the old Redtide charm. To be fair, it was kind of working: Lyli wanted to gaze upon Adonis-like features a little longer, and his synchronized dancing with his bodyguards was truly something to behold.

Ajenn played it cool, asking if everyone at her table was comfortable. Lyli kept her stare fixed on him, the desire to get paid having issues with the desire to...well...it rhymes with 'paid'.

"Drinks are on me, folks!" He said to everyone, having not stopped dancing. This caused resort guests at the table to cheer.

"Count Ajenn, right?" Lyli questioned seductively, smirking as she was announced the winner at the table, like she had been the last three times.

"I'm on a bit of a winning streak, it seems..." she noted of the casino chips she had earned.

"Heeeyyyy, good for you!" Ajenn remarked in a happy go lucky, still dancing manner.

"You seem on top of the world..." Lyli couldn't help but remark as she was given another hand by the dealer.

"Did the dancing give it away?" he asked sarcastically, inwardly growing more enamored with her beauty. If he had known what she was, he would have been anywhere but here.

Keep in mind however, that in spite of his dancing, the man was badass, or perhaps he was badass because of it. Both?

(shrugs)

"Kind of..." Lyli answered coyly. "I myself am not much of a dancer."

"Its easy. You just need to have the music within you!" He claimed with enthusiasm. "Listen to that beat!"

Lyli chuckled deliciously from Ajenn's perspective. Anyone thinking with the big brain could have recognized the purr in Lyli's voice as she chuckled as the snicker of a lion before it tricks the sheep into its den for a robust conversation, in which the sheep could then lodge any complaints thereafter from within the Lion's digestive tract.

Ajenn, sadly, did not catch it, because Lyli was making googly eyes at him even she wasn't sure was being fully faked.

"I only dance when I'm happy." Lyli replied to him smoothly. "And when I have someone worth dancing with."

Ajenn and his bodyguards started snapping their fingers in unison like divas, spinning in place before resuming the previous synchronized jig.

"I must be happy most of the time. I love dancing!" Ajenn proclaimed. "But I get not dancing if you don't feel it."

Lyli smirked, holding out her hand.

"Cynthia" She lied...

Ajenn spun in place, snapping his fingers expertly to the looping, OOC Redbone music.

"Count Ajenn Redtide..." Ajenn proclaimed. "A pleasure to meet you..."

"I've never met a Count before..." she purred, fixing green eyes on him. "What do they do?"

"Counts do awesome things, like my father Lur did..." Ajenn answered, have impressively not missed a single beat with his guards as they danced.

"Oh?" Lyli asked, eyes occasionally noticing how outright handsome he was. It was like he was Austin Powers, with the added benefit of not looking like Mike Meyers with bad teeth.

"Yeah! He punched a sleeping Force Vampire in the face...after robbing it." the Count answered. "I punched a whole Coven of Force Vampires.
Who were already awake. To death. For no fething reason at all save to be awesome."

Lyli forgot about her cards, losing all her chips in the process as she made a bad play and didn't care. Count Ajenn had her complete attention.

While she would still kill him, surely it couldn't hurt to...indulge?

His bodyguards both spun in place with him snapping their fingers.

"Too bad about your card game!" He said earnestly, shimmying in synchronous with his guards.

"It's ok..." Lyli said politely, leaving the table. "It was a boring game anyway."

Lyli got up and walked away from the table.

"Perhaps you play a better one ?" She asked, blinking as she stepped forward to him.

Ajenn, still not using the Big Brain, could only go "eeep." in a small, small voice as she looked very pointedly at him. But he still didn't stop dancing. Nor did the guards.

"Pazaak's not really my thing. I'm more of a Checkers sort."

Lyli smiled flirtatiously. "I 'adore' checkers..."

Thirty minutes later...

Count Ajenn and his bodyguards danced ahead of a slowly sauntering Lyli as he used the pass card, the OOC Redbone music still on loop. They danced their way up steps to the top of his resort.

The guards stayed outside the door while the Count dramatically danced his way into a ruby floored suite pouring seltzer water for both, as The Count never drank. Lyli slinked over to a black couch with a floral pattern as Count Ajenn Redtide danced his way over to a couch opposite of her, handing one of the seltzer drinks and still shimmying slightly, snapping his fingers slightly.

"So, Count Ajenn..." Lyli began slyly enjoying flirting with him before moving for the kill. Syd within however, had no intention of allowing this to occur: in minutes he would be unconscious, not dead, not that Lyli knew the difference. Still, she indulged the same as the surface persona did. Hubba-Hubba.

"Tell me more about this coven of Force Vampires you punched to death. That sounds...breathtaking..."

The Count smiled, shimmying.

"It was on a spiritual journey to Mimban, when I was deep in doubt about how to be awesome in life. I sought to commune and dance with nature, to understand the ways of hardcore badassery as my father did. My ship crashed. I decided that the only way to be awesome was to find abominations and then just spend three solid weeks punching the chit out of them while gathering parts to fix my vessel. Found a lot of sacred relics that day. After that, I spent two years fighting The Sith Empire. Killed four Darths with a block of frozen cheese."

Lyli's lust for the Count increased as she sensed he wasn't lying about any of that. Oh, if only she hadn't gotten the kill order...however she was concerned. The file on him said nothing of a war record...

However, the money came first...Lyli had never been stopped by mere soldiers.

However, this talk of relics intrigued Lyli, ever looking to increase her power, decided she might as well coax a peek at the Relics from him.

"Sacred Relics?"

"Oh yes. Really cool!" Ajenn answered between shimmies while seated. "So Cynthia...what do you do?"

Lyli chuckled, stringing it out.

"I'm an investor. Stocks and the like..." she lied. "I enjoy navigating the spaceways in my spare time...of which I have a very great deal..."

She smiled a little more as she watched Redtide take the bait.

"Neat! I'm an explorer myself!" Redtude confessed, bobbing his head and shoulders seemingly unable to get tired of dancing.. "Mimban wasn't the only place I found sacred relics though. Found a really neat one!"

"Oh?" Lyli purred, leaning forward and taking a sip.

"Yeah! Wanna see it?" The Count asked excitedly, inwardly stretching their flirting out himself.

Lyli smirked. "Of course I would..."

"Okay then! Follow me!" The Count replied, getting up and breaking into full dance again, Lyli ever slinking behind him as she was led into a room of artifacts that made her flesh tingle as she got closer. They were arranged neatly on stands, from a dozen different worlds.

"This axe blade comes from a Matukai Warrior's Wan Shen," The Count pointed out. Lyli slinked over to it, gold chrome gloved hands touching the blade as the Count danced his way over to a Mask.

"A Sith Sensory blocking mask..." he pointed out. "Very hard to obtain."

Lyli shivered at the power she felt. These would be very fine prizes for her indeed...

He then dance-spun his way over to something in a led box.

"This next one is very special...." he explained, diva-snapping his fingers as Lyli strode over to him, the environment reflected by her suit.

"This..." he said, opening the latch to the box even as he continued to snap his fingers and dance. "Is from Mimban. An idol of Pomojema..."

He brought out the ancient idol of the inhuman figure with wings. At the center of its chest glowed a red stone Lyli was fairly certain was Quixoni.

It was at this point the looping Redbone music came to a complete fething stop.

Lyli's flesh, not truly hers but the enchanted flesh of Syd, reacted violently to the magical idol. Understandably, Count Star Lo--I mean, Count Ajenn backed away in horror, still holding the idol as Lyli's flesh writhed violently everywhere, thick, sludge like gray blood leaking out of the corners of her eyes and mouth as she shook, going red as a beet, steam rising off the surface as she struggled to take a step forward...

 

[Xian Xiao]

Objective: 2
Location: Beach
Tagging: Kyra Perl Ura Iolar Acaadi

Shaking her head, the approach of Kyra caught her by surprise. At first, it had seemed like she was angry Xian had given away her sunscreen and then suddenly changed. Her attempt to make the teen comfortable worked mostly. She was only a few years older than Xian and somebody she could look up to. Though she still lacked confidence, she no longer looked entirely like she wanted to disappear into the sea.

"No thank you. I'll be fine. Do you need that?"

The strange-looking alien introduced herself and Xian gave her a smile. This being was one she somehow felt akin to and just wanted to hug her. Turning her head when the person with the book said hello, she gave him a small wave. Her attention quickly returned to the others closer to her.

"Xian."

That was all she said. Just her name and rather quietly. At least she was no longer looking at the sand only.

 

[Kiff Brayde]

Objective: Find some Treasure
Location: Noasis Tourist Bureau [Island Docks, Catamaran]
Tag: Kathryn Foster
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"That's a disappointment. I've found that alcohol only enhances exciting moments," Kiff said with a sly grin, before vaulting over the railing to land squarely on the catamaran. It had taken him a little while to adjust to his body glove's slippers while on the walk down to the docks, but by the time he'd arrived, he was veritably a master-walker. Luckily, the bottom of the suit's slippers was outfitted with tiny round studs, increasing his traction on the otherwise smooth and very slippery catamaran's surface.

Extending a hand to help Kathryn onto the boat, he turned towards the aft and the catamaran's controls. Kiff was not much of a pilot; he'd been an officer from the start, and as such decided to delegate the actual steering of the boat to Kathryn herself. As for navigation, however, that was more Kiff's flask of botcha. "Looks like this thing has us heading way out, past those ring of islands," he said pointing towards a string of low-ling peaks barely pointing out over the water. "Lets get going before it gets dark," Kiff said with a nod over his shoulder before stretching his hand over to the cooler and grabbing one of the sodas. Absentmindedly, he broked the seal and let the carbonation fizz out before taking a sip, wrinkling his nose slightly as the bubbles fizzed down his throat. It wasn't beer, but it would do.

 

[Thal Mantis]

Objective 1: Beach

Was it the water?

Was it the sun?

He'd only felt sands beneath his feet, caked in sweat and blood. Sand was easy to maintain, to wash away. He personally knew that it could be used as a weapon.

So why was he here? His body lay in the shallow surf, the water occasionally rinsing against him. And then, his head turned. He was a young man, barely even 20- but his senses were getting there- the force simply amplified what was already there.

Familiarity. Something he knew.

Something he should have felt before he saw it.

From a distance away, Thal rose to a stand, wiping the sand from his bare chest. Out of habit, he made sure his lightsaber was still near him.