Dominion Hidden Valley | CIS Dominion of Rannon

[Ascendant Muse]

R A N N O N​

In the beginning, Rannon was unblemished.

As the ancient tale goes, the distant world once enjoyed vibrance across the land. Verdant reaches and fertile soil awaited any man, woman, or child who chose Rannon as the place to call home. Freedom was a certainty. There was no subjugation. No king lording over the lands. No Empire to exploit the people. Rather, as townships grew to dot the landscape, a council was formed to represent their interests. They stood as one regarding affairs that affected the whole; yet individually their lives were sovereign. Rannon knew peace - that is, until the Blight cursed their lands.

A fallen Jedi descended upon their home. And by the infection of the Dark Side, a portion of their lands were forever stained. The taint was so fierce that the people avoided that valley evermore. Fortunately, the corruption stopped at the mountains - and the people were able to resume their peaceful way of life. As the eons rolled ever forward, the modest way of Rannon remained constant. What were considered modern comforts would not be found within their towns or their homes; yet they were just as happy. Just as peaceful.

In terms of international affairs, the Council had seen fit to allow Rannon to enter Southern communities before. Once, during the reign of the old Confederacy. And, once, the choice had been stolen away during the reign of the defunct Galactic Empire. In the wake of being trampled under the boot of imperial supremacy, the Council had been wary about joining an international community once more. That is...until the corruption began to spread. Silent for eons, the valley's taint never extended past the towering mounts. Yet, the people soon found a strange taste in the rivers. Those in proximity to the valley found their crops struggling. Sickness soon followed. And in few cases...Death.

The bold had gathered together to ascertain why and how the corruption had resumed its spread - for there were no fallen Jedi alive to augment the taint. Their daring trek into the the Valley revealed to them a twisting nightmare that struck fear into their bones. Where the Dark Jedi had perished had become a blighted arbor. And in the truck of this great tree, a heart of briars lived. With every beat of this black heart, poison was pumped into the land - yet the spears and swords of the brave had no affect. They soon returned home, reporting what they saw.

It was then that Rannon tabled its skepticism and reached out to its mighty neighbor. Though diplomatic efforts had been rebuffed on the part of the world previously, they were more than willing to accept a place as part of the community now. Their only request was that an end was brought to the heart of briars. That peace and healing be restored to their lands. That Rannon could be unblemished once again. Their plea did not fall upon deaf ears - and in short order, the Confederacy descended upon the distant world.

Restoration had come for Rannon. The night of terror was over.

Spoiler: Points of Interest

O B J E C T I V E S​

The Valley of Ternaax has come alive, after eons of slumber. The resting place of the Fallen Jedi has become a cesspool of Darkness. As the Confederate souls land upon Rannon, they will find the region closest to the Heart alive with terrors. Monstrosities, born of Darkness, wait amidst the trees. Living flora. Ravenous fauna. And every flavor of terror lurk - hellbent on preserving the Heart's corruption. Will you set fire to the Heart? Will you cut through Blackreach?​

Beyond the innermost reaches of the Valley are many secrets to uncover. It is said that, towards his final years, the fallen Jedi had erected for himself a Temple. It was rumored that this structure was home to many treasures - artifacts of the Darkness, tokens of his membership in the Jedi Order...and perhaps, most importantly, answers. The Valley of Ternaax is open to you - will you seek out the rumored Temple of old? Will you wander amongst the blighted trees? What will you discover in the Hidden Valley?​

Spoiler: Tag

Alban Roble
Luca Donskoi
Alkor Centaris
Amelia von Sorenn
A Arisone
Archon Xris
Alaria Telwith
Aston Jacobs
Aya Clarke
Bastille Rommer
Beric Layne
Bentil Mortop
Bullwark
BX-1335
Caesar Kenway
Corvus Dravere
Colton Renth
Damsy Callat
Jayce Pryde
Decious
Eli-Mae Forrest
Fawn Alzi
Faye Malvern
FN-1138
Gerwald Lechner
Holt
IG-65A
Ingrid L'lerim
Joannis Campbell
John Locke
Karlie Lynn Destat
Kasca Fen
Kathryn Foster
Kayla Wylen
Kiff Brayde
Krystal
Kurenai Yumi
Kyber
Lady Moll
Luna Terrik
Lyla Quinn
Maani
Maple Harte
Mathieu Brion
Rabbit
Rann Thress
Maria Savilia
Maur
Millu Lee
Muad Dib
Myrrdin_Emries
Nine Lives
L LGMForever
R4-AUD
Razelle Breuner
Redd
Roy Americus
Ryk Gaelir
Rylan Kordel
SC-A1
Srina Talon
Startorn
Subject 73 Red
Talon Rahl
Talak Jenste
ToKola Bakari
Tess Valnora
Tyran Numeck
Valencia Hadley
Vanric Dannon
Veronika Fleischer
Visanj T'shkali
Kyyrk
Vyse de Valorous
Vytal Noctura
Valeria de la Vallée
Uxagi Xatash
Rayne Centaris
Ryk Gaelir

 

[Vytal Noctura]

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Tag: Solanaceae (Mandragora) | Knights Obsidian
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"Sisters," the Nightmother called out, "Brothers, Rannon has asked for aid in piercing a Dark Heart that threatens to consume the world left unanswered. While darkness is part of the Pattern, to this extent it will only mute the canvas to a greater splendor. We must go to their aid and ensure the Confederacy can put an end to this ancient curse."​

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Vytal looked out among those assemble before she continued. "To those that would seek to avoid such corruption, the people of Rannon have another task you can fulfill. Artifacts or knowledge left behind by the one whose soul has become a festering wound on the world may still exist, lost to time in the reclusive and largely untouched Valley. If it is this pursuit that calls to you, you will do the Solanceae and the spirits proud in this as well."​

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"Now, let us join the rest of the Knights Obsidian and members of the Confederacy that will answer this call. Together we will restore the Balance on Rannon." The pale Witch lifted her hand to bless the Sisters and Brothers that would be going. Either path may be treacherous in its own right. The spirits would guide and protect them along the way; so that they might return safely and hopefully wiser than before they left.​

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There was no mystical gate tearing a role through space, or a conduit to walk among the Dead. Rannon was quite close to Ryloth, and there would be many ships headed in that direction from the center of the Confederacy. The Witches themselves had vessels, though they did not gallivant about the stars in them. Such vehicles would be used today, and to preserve the power of the spirits for the confrontation that was sure to follow.​

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An Ancient 'Evil' had festered long on Rannon. It was certain to be powerful, even without the Living cloistered near to its heart. Even the peaceful people of this remote world were not without darkness in their hearts, and the ebb and flow of the galaxy cared not for the distance of space or time in filling such a cursed land with power.​

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Soon, they would land upon the world in the open area designated for their arrival. From there the adventure would begin.​

Template By: Darth Metus (Guy)​

 

[Neina Raethi]

H I D D E N - V A L L E Y​

Tag | Vynter

Life had been beyond what Effie could have ever imagined since that fateful day she met Vynter on the planet of snow and ice, and not in an awful way either.

At first she wasn’t sure if the nomad life would suit her. She had enjoyed, but mostly struggled, through the whole ordeal of leaving home. At first she had been excited to leave, to get a fresh start, but that was quickly followed by dread and regret. Effie had an extreme affinity for being able to lose herself, even if she was in possession of a map and compass. She should have seen it coming, that she would end up on some backwater planet with no plan, half frozen and almost certain she wouldn’t live to see another day. Until, that was, she’d had the chance to bump into the man who had promised to always find her.

Vynter had been a saviour in more ways than one. Not only had he rescued her from the almost certain death of hypothermia she faced, but he had also taken it upon himself to care for her. Effie had no idea what she had done to deserve such kindness. In fact, she had been a little stand-offish with him during their first brief moments together. Who wouldn’t have been when approached by a stranger on a planet that seemingly had no life? But she had warmed to him… after he’d produced the most delicious bowl of noodles she’d ever tasted in her life.

Since then, they’d been living on his ship. Taking it wherever they wanted to go, whenever they wanted to travel. It had been quite an adventure for Effie. She always enjoyed the feeling of waking up to the black backdrop of space drifting slowly by her window. It was that sensation that she enjoyed as her eyes peeled open from one of her deeper sleeps. Vynter had stopped off the night before to allow her to hunt, and Effie had stayed out all night. It was no wonder her vision was blurry as she glanced around her quarters in a daze. No Vynter.

Strange.

Slipping from the bed with no short amount of grumbling, Effie opted to leave clothes for the meanwhile and simply wrap the sheets around her slender frame. It wasn’t too cold on the ship tonight, so this would do. Her feet padded softly across the metal floors as she headed toward the cockpit. She could feel his presence stirring somewhere in the force they were both connected too, but she hadn’t quite gotten that part down yet. Still, she felt enough to follow it to where Vynter sat.

Effie glanced up at his outline, with a mixture of sleepiness and confusion in her gaze. Even when he was sitting, he seemed to be taller than her. She still had to crane her head a littel to gaze into his ice-blue eyes. “Where are we going?” Her quiet voice barely registered a tone, and a large part of her sentence had been stifled by a yawn, but she got the general idea across.​

 

[Vynter]

HIDDEN VALLEY​

Tag: Effie​

Thump-Thump. Thump-Thump.

Upon receiving the missive from the Obsidian channels, Vynter found himself intrigued about the so-called Rannon. The report was very lax on the details, only recounting what little the nation knew from the locals' reports. There was corruption afoot. A blight that they had not worried about for eons. In Vynter's mind, this was a blind folly. How could generations of people sit idly by whilst damnation existed just beyond their doorstep? Such was the curse of poor leadership, he supposed. If there was a strong hand at the helm, the blight would have been purged from Rannon long ago. At least, that is what He would have done. And so much more.

Ambition was a constant in the mind of the fallen noble. Ambition yet unrealized in the case of Frosthall. He dreamed of the day he would return, seizing for himself his birthright. He hoped for the day that the people would bow before him as King. He yearned for bringing glory to his people - and to usher in a true golden age for the wintry world. And, for many months, his travels were a reflection of this goal. He had followed the advice of an old friend and had joined the mammoth Confederacy. Like his younger brother, Beric, he had cast in with the local Force organization - the Knights Obsidian - as it best suited his goals. His affiliation was far looser than most of the Knights, just enough that his freedom of movement was assured.

Yet, his hot path towards the throne had stalled in recent history. Not due to any obstacle - but due to what his mentors of old would have called distraction. He preferred to call her by name: Effie.

Since sweeping her from the jaws of death, the young woman had been a constant in his daily life. A warmth in his bed. A companion at meals. A challenge in training. She was unlike any woman he had ever met - in that she toed the line between man and beast. As they traversed the stars, she needed to hunt. Needed to shed her mortal coil and run as a literal wolf. When she'd return, covered in the blood of her kills, she would find a warm refresher waiting. This day, Vynter had steered the vessel towards Rannon and landed with little incident. Whilst she slept, he took it upon himself to go back over the briefing. By the time he was done informing himself, the young woman had been roused from her slumber.

"She lives." he remarked, leaning his form up against the vessel's wall. He then nodded in her direction. "There is something dark on this world. We must investigate." Motioning with his dominant hand, he indicated her form. "Get dressed. I need you."​

 

[Kyyrk]

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Voph had arrived on Rannon alongside the rest of the Knights Obsidian, and had spent the time organizing the Knights and assigning them as the parameters of the mission became clear. Corruption was spreading. And this was a matter that Voph was intimately familiar with. This mission, he was taking a personal interest in.

Vytal Noctura had arrived, leading the newly reformed Solanaceae to aid in this endeavor. And for this, Voph was immensely grateful. Rumors were that the very flora had come to life, seeking to destroy any who wandered into the heart of darkness. It would be a tough fight ahead. That much was infinitely certain....

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[Aadya Volke]

BLACK REACH​

Equipment: Knights Obsidian Sidearm | Obsidian Lightsaber | Steelskin
Tags: Haven | Vytal Noctura | Kyyrk ​

Aadya was there mostly, in the capacity of a Knight's Obsidian member. She was someone that was supposed to be there to help out those in a full combat ability that didn’t involve magic. The woman debarked from the ship when it landed upon Rannon’s surface and walk to where the meeting point for everyone to gather was. There she waited for the others. She was there mostly to cover their butts whenever the witches were doing whatever it was that they had to do without disruption. The lupine knew nothing about magic nor did she know much about the Force when it came right down to it. Quietly the woman noted with pale blue eyes, the woman with black hair and green eyes that was already there with a few others with her. Were they the witches that she had to make sure that they were protected when they did their witchy thing?

Pale hands slid along the barrel of the newly acquired sidearm that was Knight Obsidian issued. Oh she loved her toys, especially when they involved a trigger and gunpowder. There was nothing like the smell of freshly fired gunpowder in the morning. Or in this case, a freshly fired blaster. Especially when it came to newly acquired weaponry that had yet to be fired. She almost wished that they could hurry up and get moving along to the objective. Whatever that may be. Her simple task was to accompany some witch and make sure that they didn’t get a bullet or stabbed in the back while doing their business.

Quietly, she finally holstered the sidearm and lightly touched the hilt of her unlit lightsaber before she looked up to view those already there. Haven was apparently the name of the one who she was supposed to tag along with. In all honesty, she hoped that there would be gun fire or least an enemy to shoot at so then she could enjoy this tag along assignment. Aadya paused before slipping fingers into a small little pouch that hung off her belt next to the only two weapons that she had decided to bring along with her in the mission. Her fingers retracted from the pouch then and clutched within her fingers was a small rainbow lollipop. She then began to burn time while waiting for the others and the one to finally make an appearance by working at the plastic, protective wrapper in an attempt to get it off.

Why did they make these damn wrappers have to be so god damn complicated? She asked herself as she exhaled with slight frustration at the down time that she had. Also, when were they going to be moving on and where was this Haven guy? Drawing in a breath, she finally managed to get the wrapper off and she stuck the lollipop into her mouth. Her eyes closed and a smile of pleasure slipped onto her lips as the taste of sugary goodness exploded across her tongue. Well, at least she could enjoy this sugary treat while she waited.

Her pale blue eyes finally opened once more as she looked to the others with quiet contemplation. While she could use the Force, she could mostly only use it to fire weapons with, for now. Why did she enjoy weapons? It was the feel of cold steel of the weapon clasped in her hands, paired with incoming danger which gave her an adrenaline high that she lived for. Any down time really had her itching at times and lately she had been given way too much down time. So any kind of physical battle was going to be a plus for the woman. However, that was beside the point. Aadya didn’t understand the appeal to become a witch within some kind of coven.

Taking note of the fact that she still had the wrapper in her hand, the woman put it back into the little pouch on her belt. She'd dispose of it properly later. There was no need to make this planet look any worse than it already did by littering on it. ​

 

[Haven]

B L A C K R E A C H​

Tag: Aadya Volke (Engaging) | Kyyrk , Vytal Noctura (Nearby)​

Prepare.

Haven was not blind to the reason why he drew breath. His existence was a testament of the sacrifice made by the Scorned. Their blood. Their demise. All so that he would have the opportunity to live. All so that he could liberate them all from the calamity which laid on the horizon. The Demon would be lying if he said he knew the nature of his adversary. He knew not the hour nor the day - only that it was inevitable. And, on that day, He would justify his existence. For now, that called for mastering the wellspring of might which ran hot through his veins. Darkness was his ally in all things. It spoke to him, just as clearly as the velvet tones of the Nightmother. It guided him, just as soundly as the mission parameters for the Knights Obsidian.

Today, all roads led to Rannon. Specifically, to a Valley which had been untouched for eons.

The Demon cared nothing for the plight of the citizenry. However, in the name of his own elevation, he accepted submission. One that was finite. For now, and until he was ready to face the desolation, he would kneel at the feet of the Nightmother. He would listen to her teachings. He would master the wisdom which fell from her lips. In return, he would act as her Sword: a blade to wield, a tool to smite. The arrangement was one that clashed horrendously with Pride - but the bigger picture demanded this. Thus, in short order, Haven stood alongside the reformed Mandragora and Knights Obsidian on Rannon's surface. And, as the Nightmother spoke, he felt her fingertips graze his brow.

A blessing. The quiet whisper of ancestors. Haven would not shun this boon.

Invigorated, the Demon departed from the Nightmother's proximity and sought out his partner for the day's mission. One by the name of Aadya. Haven knew next to nothing about this woman, save for her name and her position within the Knights Obsidian. As he approached, he ventured to learn. His footsteps were slow. Methodical. And his eyes observed. His ears listened. She seemed pleased with her firearm. As did she with the sweet in her grasp. There were very few within the Knighthood who favored firearms - she was unique in that regard. More to know would come with time. Upon joining her side, the Demon inclined his head in greeting.

"I am Haven."

The introduction was brief. It carried all that she needed to know for the time being. "We shall scout ahead. Come."

The Demon did not wait.​

 

[Shalita Verd]

BLACK REACH​

Equipment: Obsidian Type Strike Armour Phase II | Jacket | Taozin Amulet | Hidden Wrist Blade | Obsidian Lightsaber | Generic Throwing Daggers
Tags: Vytal Noctura | Kyyrk

Shalita had arrived on her own ship, as she had come from somewhere else that she would rather not have to talk about or have to explain why she didn’t come with either the witches or with the rest of the Knight’s Obsidian. Sometimes even she wasn’t sure about which path that she traversed, but she supposed such was the life of an individual who sought to tread upon two paths rather than focus on simply one. Vytal did warn her that treading down two paths was a lot more complicated than it would seem, the other woman had also told the assassin that one day she would have to choose. The Shi’ido just didn't know when they day would come. It could been today, or it could have been fifty years from now. What she did know, was that she still was not sure about which path to focus upon.

Her average lifespan wasn’t the same length as a normal human, but then again she had already lived the life of two humans, potentially three if they had short lifespans. No one could ever truly know the full length of time that someone could live, however, as she pulled on her jacket over her armour, the woman rolled her shoulders at the tight fit. She was going to have to do something about getting new armour eventually, but today just wasn’t that day. The Knight’s Obsidian and the Solanaceae had a task today and she was here to see it through to completion.

Icy blue eyes noted the others that were present already. One was enjoying a lollipop maybe a little too much. The Lord Commander was also there and a slight nod of her head was given to the male. Then, she also noted Vytal and slowly her booted feet shifted to move over towards the woman and the other witches that Vytal called her brother and sisters, which were gathered with her. Quietly as she pulled generic leather gloves from the pocket of her simple black leather coat and with a practiced ease, the woman slipped the gloves onto pale hands and a sigh parted her lips. The assassin waited for Vytal to mention that they would be moving forwards, with an indefinite amount of patience.

Rannon. It seemed to be a place filled with a darkness that one could easily describe as evil. Shalita had felt it the moment that she had placed one booted foot upon the ground, that it seemed riddle with a sickness that had been bleeding into it; corrupting it with a poison that could make the life of the once green planet, shrivel up and die. Life couldn’t be sustained with such a sickness that plagued the planet’s surface and so, it seemed that it was the Confederacy’s job to bring life back into the dying planet, by giving the planet some kind of cure that only they could bring.

How did one bring back life into a dying planet? Well, if it was a sick patient, one had to find the source that was causing the sickness and cut it out. Or as some would say, find the root cause and rip it up. However, they had to be careful and make sure that they pulled the roots up along with it, otherwise it would have a chance to grow back. It was all supposed to be a delicate procedure, one that needed the various skills of those that were there and those that had still yet to come. The woman wasn’t worried. In fact, she was confident in all that of those that had answered and decided to join them on this specific assignment. A task that seemed as if only the Confederacy was willing enough to complete, to answer the plight of the people that lived here.

Why was she here? Well, she didn’t have a target right now to be killing or at least tailing. Besides, if she was going to try and be a part of the Solanaceae and Knight's Obsidian, it would stand to reason that she would at least work with them. So this was a great way to spend her down time; to enjoy a nice leisurely stroll in a land tainted in corruption. What could possibly go wrong? Except maybe everything..

 

[Brina Helvig]

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Tag: | Yusha |

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It had been oh so very strange to leave home the first time. The details of such a trip were muddled and mostly forgotten by now, but the memory of sensation and the awkwardness were always there. A constant reminder of how different literal worlds were from one another, and always what kept Brina returning back home each and every time she dared to venture away. No matter the adventure, no matter the cause, she would always return home after without so much as a second thought. Part of it perhaps was her inner nature. That need to be among her own kind, where both the wolf and the human-skin it wore could be at peace. Free to run when need be, free to hunt without backlash, and then all the quiet places for Brina to escape to with a good, thick book and all the time in the world.

It was these very thoughts, the idea of being able to return home, that had allowed her to venture from Skógur Heim once again. Her presence had been requested, and as someone who didn't have a mountain of friends that she could call her own, she had obliged. Plus, the description of this place that would be ventured to had captivated Brina, luring her in so that it was impossible for her to refuse the request for her presence and aid. Something about it was drawing her in, and so she had quite willingly left the comfort of her home to traverse to Rannon with Yusha.

Perhaps the two of them made quite the odd pair to onlookers; the bookworm and the thie- Knight. Not that it mattered to Brina, she had forgone labels long ago, and her time spent with Yusha was never boring. How long had the pair of them been friends now? The redhead couldn't seem to recall, and it was a fact that made her brow crease and caused her to look up from the book she had open in her lap. A good thing perhaps, considering the ship he had borrowed had begun to descend to the planet's surface.

The very air felt thickened, which was odd to Brina considering the hatches and such were still currently closed on said ship. This made her set her book aside all together and rise from her seat so that she could cross the short distance between where she had been sitting and the viewport nearest her. "Do you feel that?" she questioned, knowing Yusha would hear her without the need to yell.

Honestly, Brina had very little knowledge as to what was going on, on the surface on Rannon. She had been informed that there would be exploration and treasure hunting. Now her curiosity was piqued, despite all of the little hairs on the back of her neck standing on end.

 

[Aadya Volke]

O B J E C T I V E​

Equipment: Knights Obsidian Sidearm | Obsidien Lightsaber | Steelskin
Tags: Haven | Vytal Noctura | Kyyrk ​

In all things spiritual, Aadya didn’t really lean towards good or dark. In fact the woman basically lived in the middle and she would often say that there is no light without darkness and no darkness without light. She never went out of her way to specifically harm anyone until they shot at her first. That didn’t mean that she wouldn’t goad someone into a gun fight, or lead another person into a situation where it meant someone got hurt. However, the woman would also help another if it was within her power to do so and today, she could help the citizens upon planet Rannon. Albeit, it was mostly because the Knight’s Obsidian of the CIS had decided to get involve and deploy boots upon the ground. The woman rocked back upon her heels then as she listened to the idle chatter while noting those that moved within their small little groups.

That was until a male approached and introduced himself as Haven. Thank god! she thought to herself, he took his time getting here. Not that she’d actually say that to him, but she quickly moved forwards to catch up to the male that had all but been brief with his interaction with the woman and a brow rose upon her forehead. ”Haven, right… Well, the name is Aadya.” Her words were slightly muffled by the lollipop still in her mouth. This Haven seemed strange to her and yet some would say that Aadya could be an odd one to those of her own kind as well. The woman preferred guns and sweets over the standard things that a lupine would usually enjoy. Things like running on four paws, killing with their teeth and claws while also devouring a juicy beast. Don’t get her wrong, she loved a big, fat, juicy steak as much as the next lupine. However, she just preferred to walk on two legs, rather than four paws while enjoying the sweet haven of sugar.

If she had been more attuned with the wolf that lurked within, she may have felt disheartened by the lack of luscious life. However, what she did notice was the lack of sounds. A lack of birds chirping cheerful songs that would brighten anyone’s day and the lack of small prey rustling from one small bush to another. Pausing, she crouched down beside a dead plant and a hand moved to rub over the blackened leaf in quiet thought. Indeed they were here to help the dying planet, but she didn’t know as to what would be able to give the valley its life back. Would magic instantly make the plants return back to normal? Slowly, she stood but her steps hastened to catch up with her companion while she pulled free the new firearm.

Finally, she pulled the sweet from between her lips using her free hand, so then she could talk to the otherwise quiet male and try to stimulate some kind of conversation between the two. Hell, she was naturally a social creature and this man seemed otherwise less than social. So what did she plan to do? Well, she was going to try everything she could to try to get this guy to talk more than one sentence. ”Tell me something about this, Haven. Do you think that when we solve whatever is happening to this planet, that the plants will instantly become vibrant again? Or will it flow with the natural course of nature and slowly heal over time? Would be a shame if the people had to suffer until the natural course could take full effect.” Aadya paused then as pale blue eyes glanced at the male before she nudged the male with an elbow, completely ignoring social etiquette. ”Are you going to do your magic stuff on it?”

It was definitely safe to say that the mystical powers of witches, was definitely not something that she herself understood.​

 

[Vytal Noctura]

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Tag: Kyyrk | Aadya Volke | Haven | Shalita Verd | Open
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The Nightmother bid them well before she strode off to one side where those that would seek out corruption dwelt. They might be Witches, but that did not mean they were an uncoordinated gaggle of women and men. Perhaps, a little compared to those of the Dauntless. Warfare was not their strong suit, but then on this day it would not be war on a level such well regimented soldiers knew.​

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Earlier, Vytal's eyes had fallen upon Haven, among others, as she'd imparted an Ancestral blessing. There were several among them which drew her attention for many different reasons. Haven's was an overwhelming sense of purpose, and an anxiousness to see it come to fruition. A 'destiny' perhaps? One he was not entirely sure when it would surface. That was one of the curses of being made aware of future events -- or future possibilities. When would it happen? Would it happen the way it was expected, or would it take on an unfamiliar shape? She also knew the man was disciplined. There was that commanding presence in his eyes that would like nothing more than to be 'free' of any authority. She understood this feeling, but the Nightmother also hoped he'd come to understand the strength that came from community -- from family -- and that he need not seek his future alone. Face it alone, perhaps, if that was his desire, but they would be there in the end.​

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Then there was Shalita Verd , the unconfirmed, elusive assassin. Such a woman would find value in either objective for the Solanaceae, the Knights, and the Confederate personnel as a whole. With her patiently suffering to one side, however, it seemed she would accompany those that would strike at the Heart of Darkness. To her, the Nightmother offered a shadow of a smile and a nod of the head. Someone so secretive it would take time to find her comfort zone among others; and then gradually force that boundary outward if Shalita desired to test the road less traveled.​

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Soon the pale Witch gestured for those assembled to move out toward the Valley. They would take a different trail from those that would seek knowledge or treasure. The villagers knew roughly where the darkness was strongest, and so the group the Nightmother and Lord Commander furnished would take a more direct route; while the others would hopefully manage to steer clear in search of a hidden temple.​

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"Be sure to wear a Ring of Self, or cast protective wards," Vytal called back to those that followed. A number of Sisters and Brothers would have several rings to spare for those not of the Solanaceae -- or the forgetful few among them. Not everyone wore this ring all the time, though if there were one a Witch should wear it was that of Self. Protection against possession and corruption alike was the greatest protection one of spirits could have. Nevertheless, Vytal emphasized self-control, restraint, and a keen ear when dealing with spirits through all Witch instruction. One should never rely upon something that could be easily taken from you.​

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"We will follow the Crow to the Heart. There will be danger set before us. It will know that we draw near and to what end. Trust in those around you and the spirits," she added, "and a new dawn will rise over Rannon." Motivational speeches were important at this point in their endeavor. There wouldn't be time to tell people everything would be alright, or that it was all worth it once the darkness was set among them.​

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As they'd drawn near the newly established, corrupted edge, Vytal's eyes looked ahead. Haven and Aadya Volke would likely signal the greatest threats ahead, but they would all need to be on-guard in case lesser threats or those concealed by dark powers lie in wait for such a large body. Likely there would be beasts driven wild, plants come to life to swallow the living, and poisonous miasma. They would overcome it all. For the people of Rannon. For themselves -- for the power of the spirits would not be denied, and they did not desire to be consumed by the rage and sorrow of one.​

Template By: Darth Metus (Guy)​

 

[Vincent Belgarde]

Location: The Hidden Valley
Time: Late Afternoon
Objective: Set up a FOB
Tag: Luna Terrik





"My goodness. How positively marvelous it is." Vincent's pristine eyes scanned the terrace before them. It was lush and filled with the mystery of the forest. All manner of fauna and flora below them was as beautiful as it was dangerous. He reached out, his white gloves wishing to press a hand to the jagged face of the mysteriously dark trees that loomed less than a mile away. "So dark, sullen....removed from the blinding light of the galaxy. Oh, how my heart envies its mystique."

"True....beauty." His final words were drowned out by the low buzzing of Vulture droids flying over his head. He closed his eyes as he pressed his hands together as if saying a silent prayer in honor of the mysterious forest that laid before him.

"Goodbye." He said simply before the sounds of explosions filled his ears. His eyes shot open, marveling at the array of colors that exploded out as the bomber squads cleared the forest with ruthless efficiency. He stared for a moment, his heart skipping a beat before finally he let out a loud, expressive... "AHAHAHA! Perfect!" He shouted out as the dust from the bombing began to settle down. The small gulch they had found in the valley had been so effectively cleared that it would act perfectly as a command post.

He turned back from the sight, looking to a trio of Tactical Droids that stood before him. Each one had a single white stripe of paint drawn in a horizontal line on their chassis. "Wonderful. We've cut the time down for setting up our little base by at least a few days. Now, lets be sure to stay alert, shall we?" He said, his tone was playful and kid-like despite the fact he was a seasoned man of age. He never acted like it, not when he was forty and certainly not as he looms closer and closer to his fifties. One of the Tactical Droids glanced over at the display before speaking plainly. "Sir. By my calculations you just ordered the extermination of over two hundred species of fauna and over a thousand species of flora." The mechanical voice said.

"All before dinner, isn't it marvelous?!" Vincent rejoiced, patting the droid on the shoulder. "Now now, let's call in the dropships and get to work. Have the scouting parties sent out and please someone find me a stiff drink, the humidity here is killing me." He remarked, flicking a finger in the air as he spoke. He walked over to his shuttle before shouting back. "Oh, and do tell me when that firecrotched Marshall of ours is supposed to appear. I'd like some warning before she graces us with her presence."

 

[Yusha]

HIDDEN VALLEY​

Tag: Brina Helvig

Treasure motivated the King.

When the mission to Rannon was first presented to the Knights Obsidian, there was a sole detail that caused Yusha to sit up in his seat. It was not the benevolent purging of a plague. Nor was it assisting the populous by introducing modern comforts. No, what captured the King of Beggars' attention was the prospect of treasure. In particular, it was said that a temple had been forgotten amongst the Valley. Untouched for eons. By all accounts, it could very well be full of artifacts, antiques, and other tokens of note. To pass up such a glorious opportunity for loot would have been anathema to the King.

This, he set his itinerary at once.

Typically speaking, the King of Beggars would embark on such a mission alone. However, whilst procuring a vessel for the trip, he stumbled upon a reminder of a dear friend. Within the cockpit of the acquired ship, he found a book riddled with age. The subject matter was one that did not interest him - but as he entertained the notion of discarding it, he remembered that she loved books. It mattered not the shape, size, age, content, or any other category. If it was words upon a page, she would appreciate it and add it to her collection. The reminder got Yusha to thinking - just how long had it been since last they saw one another? The answer: too long.

Thus, he made a trip to pick up his Lupine friend Brina Helvig before turning their heading towards Rannon. And, all it took to motivate her was a flowery - yet accurate - description of the verdant world that would be their destination. Also the book. The book helped quite a bit. After a relatively short flight to Rannon, descent gripped the vessel at once. All was going unremarkably...that is, until the chill raced down Yusha's spine. It was much akin to the presence of his patron - Zahra - but far less refined. Far less controlled. Though he could not put a word to it, what he was feeling was the corruption. Darkness had wormed into the Valley, and it was very evident to any who was Sensitive. This alone caused the King to grip the controls with added caution.

As the ship set down, Brina's voice reached his ears. She felt it too. "I do." came his response. He rose from the seat and activated the landing ramp before striding over to her side. "We'll have to be extra careful, no telling what's out there." he then offered a confident smile. "But, if all goes well, you'll have plenty more for your collection when we're done!"

And he would have the means to line his pockets with even more coin.​

 

[Haven]

B L A C K R E A C H​

Tag: Aadya Volke (Engaging) | Kyyrk , Vytal Noctura , Shalita Verd (Nearby)​

The Wolf followed.

After their brief introduction, the Demon began striding forth towards the edge of the corruption. Yet within earshot of the Nightmother, he hearkened to her final words of caution and listened to her plan. The crow would lead the gathered host to the Heart, whilst he and the Wolf scouted ahead for the dangers. Theirs was an important role in ensuring the success of the day's operation. They were a Vanguard - first to announce the presence of the enemy, but also first to strike. Haven was confident in himself - confident in the sacrifice which ushered his existence. Therefore, no matter the dangers, he was certain they would survive.

For he had a purpose far greater than falling on Rannon.

As Aadya caught up with the Demon, his hands moved together. Fingers dancing betwixt and between, forming ornate symbols. These directed the Darkness to his whim, forming a magick without the need for incantation. The advice of the Nightmother was followed thus, and Aadya would feel a sensation of cold race down her spine. Chill, followed by immediate warmth. As if a mother had embraced her to combat the wrath of winter. The Ward was steadfast and would protect against the Corruption. Haven then repeated the mantra of signs. As he protected himself, the Wolf lowered before a blighted flower. Her question was valid, and gave the Demon pause to consider.

"It is hard to say." he began. "The Valley has been tainted for lifetimes. Killing the heart may fix the most recent damage, but only time can fully heal this place." As they began to move again, she nudged him. It was a gesture that he recognized - one shared between comrades off the battlefield. The Demon took no offense...but rather mirrored her motion. His own elbow came to nudge her side. "Maybe. Are you going to shoot it?"

Banter said and done, haste soon gripped the man's form. While cautious, their advance before the Nightmother's host would bear them outside of earshot. With the Crow above, she would know where they were. For several moments, their advance would be unproblematic. A few living vines here. A few toxic fumes there. Nothing reflexes or the Wards could not handle. That is, until the brush before them began to rustle. Haven signaled his partner to pause and lowered to a knee - attempting to keep a low profile for the moment. He saw crimson eyes. He heard vicious snarls. And soon, the pack leapt forth from the brush. Wild. Unruly. Ravenous.

Instinct flaired as the Tuk'ata pack attempted to encircle the pair. Haven drew a deep breath and exhaled - breathing not air, but a pillar of flame. The column of fury would provide a precious sum of room for Aadya to respond - whilst also signaling to the Crow that something was amiss.

The Heart knew they were coming.

The Heart was sending its armies.​

 

[Viana Morreth]

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Tags: | Solanaceae | Whomever else has tagged along | Open |

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Once again Viana had found herself talked into venturing down a path that she had not particularly desired to step foot near, much less on. It was hardly fair, the fact that Shamira Karuto had the ability to get just about anything she wanted from the witch haired witch with a mere batting of her eyes - though usually it was an incessant amount of pleading until Vi became too frustrated to say no, if only to stop the begging. This time around however, she had firmly declined the third tier of their little party from tagging along. Telula was a beautiful child, inside and out, and Viana had unfortunately taken to the almost-adult like family. So naturally, she was not about to let the ashy-haired girl tag along and get eaten by some pissy, possessed plant-life. That did however mean that she and Shamira lost their buffer; things hadn't been tense since Ryloth, but there was an air of change in Viana that she was most certainly aware of.

Yet here she was, traversing along with the women who might as well be her sisters by now, she was with them so very often anymore. And...whomever these other people were. Vi was hardly around anyone else but the Solanaceae when Shamira managed to drag her out of the confines of her own home. While she did not recognize people by their faces, she was at least aware that the Knights Obsidian were present, anyone else? Her guesses were up in the air at this point.

Her focus was reared back to the immediate present when she heard the Nightmother speak however. The cautionary warning earned a noise in the back of Vi's throat, but she did check to make sure the warding ring in question was still on her person. While not typically the sort to rely on trinkets, the white haired woman had found such things increasingly important the more time she spent with these other witches. Considering all of the trouble Shamira kept dragging her into...

Speaking of, "If something on this planet kills me, I have given Telula explicit instructions to torture you for the rest of your days." she stated off handishly to the redheaded witch near her. Whether or not she was simply teasing the other woman? Well, that was most certainly for Shamira to decide.

 

[Brina Helvig]

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Tag: | Yusha |

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The hiss of the landing ramp had given Brina a reason to turn from the viewport to the now slowly exposed planet she and Yusha were about to step out onto. The sensations from outside did not hesitate to creep within, and it caused the redheaded lupine to shudder as a chill ran up her spine. There was a part of her that did not desire to step foot off of this ship. She wanted to demand to be taken home, to get as far from this place as the pair of them possibly could. And yet the deeper, more inner nature within her was riled, and Brina could feel the beast roiling just beneath the surface of her skin. It demanded adventure, and she was never one to argue with it - thus the level of peace she had attained.

"Perhaps a whole library." She finally spoke up, though the volume of her voice had lessened just a tad. She was typically the quiet sort, but in this moment there was caution rather than calculation. Despite that fact, honey colored eyes shift from the ramp to Yusha instead, and the redhead at least attempted to smile. "I mean after all, you lured me out here with the promise of books, yes? We won't find those if we stay rooted here on the ship."

It was now or never; if Brina didn't put one foot in front of the other now, she wasn't going to. With that mentality she stepped past her friend and made her way off of the ship. The feelings that had creeped aboard were only worse outside and it caused her to huff out a sigh through her nose. Nothing felt right here, and while she had, had no idea what to truly expect upon arrival, this had not been it. Though for the moment the pair of them at least seemed to be safe, whether the noise of the ship had frightened whatever lurked away, or it was merely watching and observing to learn the pair and bide it's time.

Whatever the case, Brina pivoted on a heel so that she was facing the ramp. Her hands tucked behind her back and clasped together and her head canted a bit to the side. "Are you coming along, or do you plan to remain aboard the ship while I do all of the work?"

 

[Adron Malvern]

Location: Hidden Valley | Objectives: Explore | Tags: Alessandra Creed
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The Valley was massive. As the shuttle flew over the landscape Adron's amethyst eyes danced over the terrain with some interest. Miles of rock separated hundreds of different pathways, all spreading over the planet like a maw of tendrils releasing itself upon the world. Adron's face had an amused expression upon it when he turned to his wife and Queen, Alessandra. Perhaps his wife's mind was in the same place as his, yet he did not say anything until the shuttle finally found a flat plateau to land upon. Only when the rear bay door opened, releasing light and fresh air into the hold, did he speak his thoughts. "This reminds me of Illyria." He said simply, standing from his seat and letting his eyes drift toward the shuttle bay. The Knights of their elite guard stood from their seats, filing out of the shuttle and standing guard in a semi-circle surrounding it. "Not as it is...but how it was when we first crashed there." He brushed a hand over his shaven chin before chuckling lightly. "Now that's a fresh memory." He said whimsically.

He held a hand out to Alessandra, offering her a small smile as he helped her to his feet. It had been the first time the two ventured out without their child, Aries. They had led their child away from the masses of war that plagued The Confederacy. They had to. A number of decisions had been undertaken by the King and Queen of Illyria, no one any less important than the last and not a single one of them came with ease. Leading Alessandra out of the shuttle, Adron's eyes turned to the sky as a larger troop-transport ship landed behind their own. He watched as the ship landed, quickly deploying a number of Illyria's Royal Skirmishers, making a mass formation behind their ship.

The man preferred a larger guard these days. Incredibly so. The Illyrian officers were...encouraged to say the least. With their Monarchs before them they were men and women who prided themselves on excelling and gaining favor. That was why in the next moment squads of the Skirmishers were sent out into a number of the tendril-like paths that laid before them. In preparation for such terrain Adron had worn a pair of light leather trousers and a black tunic. He watched the men file off before looking to Alessandra. His men had been tasked with scouting ahead, nothing difficult or particularly dangerous, however Adron would follow close behind never the less.

He pulled an earpiece from his belt before setting it on his ear and leading Alessandra and the royal guard forward into the valley. "War, again." He said. A rather off-handed remark considering the current mission, but he made it never the less. "Did you think it was wrong of me?" He asked, glancing back to Alessandra for a shallow moment.

"Stepping away from the position of Exarch. Do you believe that was wrong of me?" He wondered the answer to this for some time. Once he believed The Confederacy no longer required his lead, he had abandoned the position to better focus on Illyria. In that time he had surely aided the planet into progressing vastly, but still it was a thing he wondered. "I think in my own way I was doing it for the family. However, now I'm not so sure." He said, this time his words offering a reflection of some base emotion, perhaps anger. "How did we become so vulnerable that terrorists could strike us so close to the heart?" He mused out loud.

Finally, the two of them reached a small checkpoint. A large hill where they could observe the Skirmishers spreading out over nearly a mile distance, some beginning to disappear from sight.

"You know. The older I get, the more I find myself questioning my decisions." He turned back to Alessandra, smiling even though his anger was more than apparent to her. "It's maddening." Finally he turned away from his wife, crossing his arms over his chest before exhaling and tilting his head until he felt the happy pull of a muscle in the side of his neck. "I think Its time I return to a combat role in The Confederacy."

Alessandra Creed

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[Ashelia Solidor]

O B J E C T I V E | Blackreach.
L O C A T I O N | The Dark Forest.
F O C U S | Open to anyone.​

She was alone in the woods. Ashelia got lost from the rest of the main army, as if someone could get stranded from that dreadful endless noises of metal clanking against the floor as they walked. It was her father’s arrangement that she would join the Confederacy, her actions on Nar Shaddaa for the Hutts were drawing too much attention for her and a place at the Knights of Obsidian was not something that one could reject so easily. Although she wasn’t sure just yet this was her place, she roamed the galaxy alone for too long, just with the company of some droids and from time to time socialing with the scum in the worst harbors among the stars.

The clothes were also a problem, she wasn’t used to them just yet, they called that the Dae'slin Armor. She didn’t mind that it had no helmet, she preferred her hair loose to feel the wind, her problem was that when she wore them for the first time and looked herself in the mirror, Ashelia felt like a damn Jedi.

“By Qymaen, I do look like a Jedi.”, she made a frown to herself and started to wonder about that, maybe she could ask for something a bit different to the ones in charge, but she had doubts about that. She did not actually met anyone else from the order, not that she missed it but she actually missed talking to someone besides a machine, despite them being so clever and those B1 droids being adorable.

Before she realized where she was going, Ashelia was alone in the woods. With only the sound of the wind dancing alongside the tree leafs rushing through her ears, it was a long time ago since she heard such noise, all her voyages had been on planets that had no such forests, it was strange that they reminded her of home.
“Oh darn…”, she declared out loud noticing that for the first time in almost a hundred years alive, Ashelia Solidor was lost. “Now what do I do?”, her hand reached the comlink on her pocket and she wasn’t surprised when she found out that he had no signal.

“All alone… again.”, the wind spoke among the trees she would swear to others when she would tell the story later. As if a creepy voice spoke those words, making her raise her head high to notice that she was alone in a place that made her feel very uncomfortable. They told her a briefing thing on the report before sending her to Rannon, but still, Ashelia was not sure that this place was safe for her.

“I think I need help.”, her lips muttered to no one special, her violet eyes rolling all around the trees and the leafs, her fingers tightening tightly around the hilt of your sword, she was anxious and a bit scared, she would not deny it. ‘Keep it together, Ashelia, keep it together.’, her mind said to herself, she was a elzeri, so walking in a creepy forest at night was not something she could call it news. “I think is this way…”, her feet began to move towards the way she believed she came from, foolishly unaware that she just went further into the rabbit hole, or better yet, the nightmare.

 

[Aadya Volke]

BLACK REACH​

Equipment: Knights Obsidian Sidearm | Obsidien Lightsaber | Steelskin
Tags: Haven | Vytal Noctura | Kyyrk

Aadya had heard Vytal’s last words and she briefly wondered about the Heart. If it was the reasoning behind why this land was dying, then how come now one had dared to stop it when it was in its infant years? Why did they wait for it to grow and reach out beyond the valley that it had set up as its home? Wasn’t it better to squash such problems before they become much larger and more problematic during the years it had gone undisputed. It was along this line of thought when she had felt the chill travel down her spine and the wolf’s natural instincts from within had made sure that her spine straightened. That was until a warmth spread from within.

It was strange to feel one extreme, only to suddenly feel as if she was being wrapped in the secure blanket of her mother’s arms. Funny. She hadn’t thought about her mother in a while and her head angled to the right as she took in the strange male beside her. How long had it been since she had seen her mother? A while, but then again, they didn’t really talk much as they both led separate lives and the woman was reminded to call her mother at some point. Aadya was pulled from her thoughts then as the man beside her hastened and she moved quickly to follow him. ”Perhaps I would shoot it if I could, but that’s why you guys are here aren’t you? To deal with the heart through magic? Otherwise I’d have brought something with a little more kick to it so then I could blow this place to hell and back. That’d give the planet a chance for new life to grow back better than this.”

The woman stuck the lollipop back into her mouth then to quieten her voice and not give away their positioning to anything that could be less than desirable. However as a bush in front of them rustled, she instinctively moved to crouch so then to make her form less visible to the potential watchful eye, but also spied the man’s hand that had signaled to her to do something she was already doing. Turning just slightly, she scented the air and caught the scent of the animals that had burst forwards to surround the two. Tuk’atas. Her free hand went to the lightsaber and pulled it free from her waist band, where the weapon sprung to life emitting a violet of colour to give the beasts caution to pause. Aadya hated these things, mostly because they were beasts that had been corrupted by the Sith. Creatures that were turned against their natural identities.

What gave the wolf pause however, was the flames that her companion was exhaling and she shook her head. That is some next level stuff, she thought to herself as she fired at a couple of the beasts. Two of the blasters she had fired off, found their marks. One through the eye socket and the other between the eye balls of two unlucky beasts and she heard another circling around behind Haven. Re-adjusting her grip upon the lightsaber, Aadya fired another round through the eye of another Tuk’ata, one who had been unlucky to have been caught by the flames and was being burnt alive. No one, not even a corrupted beast deserves to suffer a slow death, she thought to herself as she spun upon her heels just as she heard the beast behind them leap from its cover of the shadows towards her companion. The wolf brought the violet lightsaber up to slash through the beast’s throat and its blood splattered over the woman. However, its head continued to roll with the momentum that it had gained from the initial leap. Only for it to roll to Haven’s feet, while the body simply slumped to the ground by her own.​

 

[Rann Thress]

T E M P L E​

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Equipment: Lightsaber, Robes.​

Obhective: Explore the Temple.​

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Two men, one dressed in white, the other in black, are shrouded in fog outside of a debilitated temple. They approach eachother, lightsabers dangling from their hips. As they draw closer, the man in black removes his lightsaber, crude and ugly, from his waist. His right arm a shadow. Swirling darkness where flesh should be. He makes a fist with his arm, and erratic movements give off the appearance of rage. Hate. Words are spoken, but unheard. The man in white, calm. Serene. Stands tall. His body whole. An immaculately designed lightsaber hangs from his belt. Aurebesh letters cover the hilt, ingrained with electrum. White, pearl metal parts under the Aurebesh.​

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The two men begin a dialogue. The words are unheard. The man in black grows ever more erratic as the man in white remains calm, relaxed and at peace. Eventually, the rage that seems to be driving the man in black comes to a boiling point, and he ignites his lightsaber. A spark, followed by the explosion of an unstable crimson blade erupt from the top of the hilt. The man adopts an aggressive stance. It seems the time for words has ended for him. The man in white looks down, saddened. It didn't have to come to this. There didn't have to be a fight. He withdraws his lightsaber and, with a pained expression of sadness and sorrow, ignites it. The blade, a beautiful, vibrant blue. He adopts a familiar stance, the defensive form of Soresu. He says something more. But it is not met with a verbal response. Only a shake of the man in blacks head.​

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The man in black charges, both hands gripping his lightsaber as he points the blade straight at his enemy, the desire to kill plain to see. The man in white adjusts his saber position, preparing to deflect the blow. The two come together, blade and blade clash for the first time. A piece of the temple crumbles from the walls​

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The landing jarred Rann awake. Startled, he looked around, trying to reacquire his surroundings. He was on board a Confederacy landing craft. Other CIS soldiers sat around the interior. Rann looked at them, recognizing them as friends. Or at least, not enemies yet. He stared, and shook his head, rubbing his eyes with both his hands, metal and skin. These dreams were getting more vivid. Frightening. He took it as a sign. ​

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Rann waited as others in the ship rose and gathered their equipment, preparing to leave. He didn't want to get caught up in the shuffle, preferring rather to wait until he'd be the last to leave. After a couple more minutes then Rann thought necessary for people to just leave a ship, the ship was empty, save him. He rose to his feet, stretching and yawning. He had been struggling to sleep as of late. It's either sleepless nights or nightmares. At this point, he preferred the nightmares. At least he got to sleep. But this one was different. It wasn't a nightmare, it was just a fight. But the temple in particular spoke to Rann.​

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Rann moved to the open door and stared out. Trees, mountains, other ships in the clearing. He exited the lowered lamp of his transport ship into the clearing. He gazed around his new surroundings, suddenly regretting not observing the environment from the ship in flight. He shrugged, at least he got some rest, and looked around. Other teams of Confederate explorers moved independently of eachother, all heading down further into the Valley. Rann followed suit and proceeded down into the Valley, leaving the clearing that served as their landing zone and entering the forest. As soon as he passed the first couple of trees, Rann was hit with an intense feeling. Of what, he couldn't know. But he breathed heavy, and decided to follow it.​

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Ever since Ryloth, Rann had been plagued by something. He wasn't sure what. Something had happened to him during the battle. Something beyond him losing an arm. Something far more impactful. Negative emotions were swirling inside of him at a consistent pace. Pain, Anger, Suffering, all of these were present where they hadn't been before. It felt like an other. Not as if they were his own emotions. It felt as if Something was with him. Rann couldn't place it, but he knew whatever it was, it was dark. So when he was told that this valley held some ancient Temple of some Fallen Jedi from who knows how long ago, someone who might have come across the answers to what was happening inside him, Rann jumped at the chance. Perhaps, he thought, this temple is the one from his dreams. A crumbling, ancient structure surrounding by trees and darkness.​

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And so, without a team, without a real plan, only following this feeling in his heart, Rann moved forward alone into the treeline. He'd find his answers.​

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Darth Metus