Into the Jungle | CIS Dominon of M'haeli

[Jenmae Ophiro]

Location: Falls, M'haeli​

Tag: [member="Seren"]​

Wearing: Trekking Gear​

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The Witch had little use for wasted time, he was correct on that point. When the young Wolf had suggested that they take some time away from their home to attend to the possibility of some lost data on a distant world... She'd been hesitant. The last month had been a blur since he'd arrived, the specter having found many uses for another set of willing hands, especially a set that was willing to bleed at a moments notice. From trying her normal fair with a bit more [i[oomph[/i], to attempting a few things that had previously been difficult for her and finding additional success with his blood to fuel them... Well, perhaps she could humor the boy a trip to M'haeli.

Despite the thick foliage and the blistering heat that the planet sported, the ethereal woman glided effortlessly behind her charge as he made his way towards the pools that were nestled below the falls. The outfit she'd selected was intricate and fitted, obviously much too warm for the climate they currently found themselves in - however, she didn't appear bothered. The tumble of silken white hair that often flowed freely about her shoulders was pulled back into a loose knot at the back of her neck, several whispy strands still framing her face and swaying across those large, luminous charcoal eyes of hers. Perhaps a touch overdressed... Perhaps.

As the pair came to the edge of the pools, Jenmae stood silently as the young Wolf stripped down to the clothing he'd chosen for the next leg of their journey. Her expression was blank as he stood before her in his swim trunks and snapped the lightstick. She offered him one simple raised brow as he placed the rebreather between his lips and spoke directly into her mind. Ready? Interesting. She didn't so much as move as the boy dove into the water, watching as both he and the light disappeared into the depths of the chilled waters.

She waited a few moments, able to still feel him, even if he was gone beneath the water. When she was sure he was hail and just perhaps a bit chilly she leaned down and carefully peeled off the leather boots she'd chosen for the day, leaving them neatly piled beside his own clothing. She also slid the fitted coat off and set it aside as well, her simple black pants and shirt staying in place as she turned to the water and dove in as well - no rebreather or light to accompany her.

 

[Keva]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Jungles[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Relax, escape warfare[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Tags: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]None, looking for partner [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Keva had grown tired of noise for now, she didn’t want to hear the whir of droids, the rumble of tanks, the thud of droids, or that chorus of the iron march when all those droids went to war under the Confederacy’s banner. No. No more noise for now.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The only noise she wanted to hear was something serene and natural, or as serene as it could get within the teeming jungles. She wasn’t used to this sort of stuff, and it had come to fascinate the quiet woman, slowly moving through the green she ran her hand along the leaves. Just feeling what had become so foreign.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]There had been leaves in her life, at one point, Chiss space was not all ice and military foundries: but that was the Chiss space she had come to know, some drone for the political gain of her family and a well sharpened blade to everyone else. Such basic niceties like this had been replaced for the cold hiss of space stations and border patrols.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It was a fine time to reflect, on the carnage of war. The blood of progress. How she had left her name marked with her meager droid forces, a pile of rubble and the devotion to her singular goal: tearing down whatever she perceived stood in it’s way.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Maybe it was not the most glamorous life. But it was simply the most efficient way to reach her goals, but either way:[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She needed a promotion.[/SIZE]

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

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Objective: Negotiable​

Location: Resort/Underwater Restaurant
Tags: [member="Voph"]​

She lightly raised a brow to his halfhearted question, as she took a seat. She just happens to be sensitive to the vibes emitted by others, sometimes deep rooted ones.

“To each his own,” she replied after he turned down her offer of relief, as she tucked the coveted vial back into her vest pocket. So many would pay an arm and a leg for such tinctures, even more for a therapeutic healing session. Career military men and their stoic resilience perplexed her. "So…you strive to obliterate oppression, yet do not personally accept simple and free, natural relief from your own ailments," she observed aloud, her gaze mildly satirically scrutinizing.

He had asked about her, politely, to which she obliged, "I am newly acquainted with members of the governance among this system," and her sly smile might reveal she simply has time to kill. "I have hopes to join the Mandragora chapter of the Knights Obsidian." Of course such would intrigue her, but she accepts that not everyone holds interest in her ancient religious views, especially considering how very different the Force Users beliefs are from her own. Not many welcome such conversation.

 

[Decious]

Clothing: Cape
Location: M'haeli Caverns
Objective: Recon
Post: 1

Havoc had been getting acclimated to his new position as a vice marshal in the Confederate military. This was, however, his first ground mission for them. Despite the Confederacy’s genuine intentions to bring stability to the planet, top brass still wanted to make sure the genuine intentions were mutual. For that reason, special orders were given to Havoc to take a small squad of commando droids and explore some of the caverns on the planet. Ship’s scanners for some reason could not get accurate readings of these caverns which led to the assumption that the locals could be hiding some kind of weapons in there that they didn’t want found.

The shuttle landed in a secluded area, densely covered with trees. The ramp lowered, emitting a hiss and some steam as the cabin decompressed. As the ramp extended downward, Havoc walked out of the shuttle flanked by two magnaguard droids and four commando droids. The magnaguards and the cape Havoc wore were items he had retrieved from his new home on Vassek. One of the commandos stepped forward and peered through his electrobinoculars. After a couple moments, he lowered the binoculars and gestured to the west, “The caverns are in that direction sir.” Needing no further information, Havoc began to walk in the direction of the caverns. Clipped on his waist were the 4 lightsabers he found on Vassek. “Good, then this is the direction we shall go."

The sun had pretty much set by the time the group reached the entrance to the cavern. One of droids did a quick scan of the area before reporting, “I cannot get an accurate reading. We are going to need to enter the caverns.” “Well, Then into the caverns we go.” With that, Havoc led the group into the cavern. The deeper they went, the darker it got. Havoc and the commando droids didn’t require external light to see but the magnaguards were older models so they, on the other hand, did. So the two of them ignited their electro staffs, emitting a low purplish glow around the group. As they progressed deeper into the cave, it was clear there was no sign of weapons or anything but a fog started to gather around their ankles. It began to get more and more thick as they walked along. Havoc stopped walking and raised his hand, signaling the others to stop as well. “Be prepared. I have a feeling we’re not alone.”

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

Objective: Spend time with family. Try and make dad laugh.
With: [member="Lace Vi'dreya"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Damsy Callat"]

This was the story of death, tihaar, and a goat, in the land of no hangovers! Wait, no, Allya thought to herself, that had happened before this, obviously. A story for a different time.

Right now, she had simply spent time with her fathe. It was as simple and as complicated as that. For you see, normally this would involve a restaurant, a holo-vid, a game of catch perhaps. But no, her father was Isley Vi'dreya, or better known now as Darth Metus. So, of course this family bonding time would take place in a dank cave that was told to be able to tell the future, or the past or in this case, be able to talk to the dead. Of course it did. That was silly, what else was a Vi'dreya going to do for fun?! And everyone got mad at her for simply capitalizing her name in a different way, but never at father for diving into caves with things he didn't actually want to know!

But as for the teenager, she was just happy to stand next to her father. For one of the only times, she wasn't in her beskar'garm. Instead, she was dressed very casually, and not at all concerned about appearances. You see, she was next to her father, and that made her feel more safe than anything in the galaxy could. The only ones in her life who made her feel this level of protected beyond him were when she was with Uncle Cardinal, or Jerek. She didn't need her armor, because he was far stronger than anything that could try and harm her. That said, she still had on one of her vambraces, and had her lightsaber and blaster on her hip. There was a difference between being relaxed and protected, and being dumb and asking to die after all.

Her mind was in a very different place from her father. She tended to not dwell on the past, or look towards the future. Instead, perhaps due to her age, or perhaps the fact she had people on her side, who had protected her, even during the darkness of her life, she tended to live very much in the moment. There was so much to see, feel, experience. There was a million things her father had never done, even if he couldn't admit it. So many experiences to have. Why would she dwell on what she didn't enjoy?

And yet, she had to admit, beyond her experiences with Jerek, this was her favorite. Side by side with her father, as they moved towards the cavern. Her hero. He was so cool. So strong. And so troubled. Allya was dwarfed while next to him, however, she didn't let that stop her. Hand reached out, and grabbed hold of his, and gave it a squeeze with a little crooked grin on her face. Tiny Mando did tiny mando things in her own way. “Hey. How you doin?” Her voice was thick with some unknown accent, and her eyebrows waggled in a silly over exaggerated manner, something she had seen on a holo-vid long ago.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

The door creaked shut behind him as he slipped into the apartment with extra care to step lightly. He could still hear the Holovid player set to the same channel, playing the daily retinue of news and drama it always did. She never changed the channels. As far as Alkor knew, she never did much of anything. He moved through the room, stepping carefully over discarded bottles, empty glasses, bags of strange powder, and refuse that no one ever bothered to clean up after themselves.

He would have, if not for how tired he always felt when he came home. Alkor remembered that sensation, a blurriness that begged him to close his eyes. He denied it. "Mom," he said softly as he opened her door. "Hey Mom, I made it. I'm home."

She told him once, always to let her know. It never mattered though. She never answered. He glanced at the bed, a single, pale arm draped over the edge, then looked up to check that her chest was still rising and falling. So, they'd both survived another day. Mom always said that was good. He believed her.

"I brought home some food, Mom," he told her as he produced the stolen fruit from his ratty shirt. With one hand, he smeared away the grime left over from running through the Blue District, and he took a bite. Alkor remembered how delicious food tasted, especially when it was a precious commodity. He almost never got to eat, especially when he failed to steal his take.

Today was different, though. Today, he had enough for Mom, too. Would she be proud? Would she wake up? Would she talk to him? He tilted his head as he pressed her once more, "Mom?"

"Alkurrrr," she drawled, hints of recognition in her voice. "Hiiii sonnnnn."

He climbed up onto the bed next to her and looked her over. She looked sickly, frail, all the things that no one else would have thought were not normal. For Alkor, it was the only life he knew. It was perfect.

"I brought you some fruit, Mom," he told her as he passed a ripe piece to her after cleaning it off. "I hope you like that kind. It's too sweet for me."

He saw tears in her eyes, but could not understand where they had come from, or why they were there. He surmised that it must have been normal, so he never mentioned it. "Do you know what your name means, Alkurrr?" she drawled. "Your father told me, Alkurr is the brightest star in the sky," she said. "A guiding light. That people follow it to find home."

He looked at the tracks that lined her arm and ran a finger across them. "Maybe that's why I always make it home," he managed to say with a smile. What a strange thing to tell him. Alkor cast his gaze to the floor.

That was when he heard the knock.

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Location: M'haeli, Cavern
Objective: Get clarity
Post: #1

Kuat was a nightmare. Everything turned wrong there. For the first time since left Roon, Xobos was left with a multitude of questions that seemingly had no answer after the mission. These questions stemmed, however, from one very important thing. The darkness.

There was nothing but the darkness. Why did the darkness consume her so easily? Why did it get triggered by the feeling of the light presence? Why could she not fight it off? How did the darkness completely consume her very being?

Yet there was one more, very important question that had not yet been asked. Why did it feel as though the darkness…had a presence? A purpose? As if was being controlled. As if it was..alive.

And why..why was Lagos there the entire time? Did he break through the darkness? Or…did he have control of it somehow? Did the voices have this much control over her mind? Or was there something else going on?

Too many questions lingered in her mind after that mission, questions that she desperately wanted answers for. When the communication was sent out that there was a group on M’haeli, that could see both the future and the past, Xobos was quick to request to be able to take a ship and go there. Her master, whom she still hadn’t told the full extent of what had happened on Kuat, agreed, and that’s what landed her here, standing outside the cavern that would provide her, hopefully, with the answers she sought.

Either that, or she would see more traumatizing things from her past. Not that that would be too much of a bad thing. Ambrus had put her through enough of those. Not lately though..neither of the voices spoke much lately. Especially not since Kuat…

The miraluka shook these thoughts off for a moment as she stepped into the cavern, pebbles crunching underneath her boots. To her left, a M’haeli shaman warned those that entered that they might not like what they see. That, however, didn’t bother Xobos.

She was determined to find out what was going on in her mind, and the past held those answers. Even if the answers were painful, it would be crazy to say she wasn’t desperate at this point.

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[Uthixo Nazim]

Objective: BYOO {Defeat the H'drachi Warriors}
Location: M'haeli Wildlands
Tags: [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"], [member="Anansi M'bali"]
Post: 1

Traveling through the vast wilderness of M'haeli strangely felt calming to the Sandali as he followed the two larger and vastly more experienced warriors. Whether in age or combat both Cardinal and Anansi were his elders and as such Uthixo showed due respect standing at the rear of the trio his body always wary of attack though none came from the tribesmen as they led the three representatives to the rendezvous. Ever since he'd joined the Confederacy Uthixo had learned more about his people through the tales shared by Cardinal, and the experiences told by Anansi. The youth now felt a swelling of pride to belong to such a courageous and frightening people. Despite being a runt in comparison to others of their species the heart of a Sandali still beat within the warrior's chest.

Walking to the very edge of the cliff they were led to Uthixo looked down at the cascading waterfall that breached outwards from holes within the wall of the mountain. Eyes rising to follow the twisting path of torches Uthixo suddenly felt a sense akin to one who was home. "Is this what our home is like?" Uthixo asked Anansi, the only one of the three who remembered what the world of Sandala was like. Memories Uthixo wished he could recall. A stray hand reached out as Uthixo gazed at the sunset in the distance.

With a weary sigh, the warrior turned and allowed the lithe woman assigned to him to remove his vest. The sound of tearing fabric made the Sandali inwardly wince as he remembered just how much the shirt had cost. As the scraps of silk fell free revealing the torso of Uthixo which carried the ritualistic scars of his people the woman before him gasped. Dark eyes gazing down at her Uthixo let her complete the application. The weapons provided didn't fit the warrior’s style, the bladed weapons obviously dulled so as not to maim the H'drachi people. Grabbing two curved swords Uthixo tested the heft in his hand, not perfect but they'd do.

"They should've brought more," Uthixo muttered to the others watching as the nine warriors of the H'drachi stepped forward their spears at the ready. Chest rising and falling as he inhaled deeply Uthixo let the thrill of battle fill his being. Those dark eyes carrying an excitement that verged on lust. A lust that only combat could fulfill. At the sound of the warcry from Cardinal, Uthixo charged forward his mouth open in a howl.

 

[Anansi M'bali]

Objective: BYOO - Defeat Mhaeli native warriors
Location: Mhaeli Wildlands
Nearby: [member="Uthixo Nazim"] [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]
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Pausing to reflect apon the beauty that was the Mhaeli's wild and serene lands, Anansi traced the waters fall down into the river below. Thoughts raced bringing rather visual and real images of Maji Tribe men and women training at the rivers edge. Transparent in nature and fading he noted wisping figures as they set up various types of aquatic traps. Crab traps, pots and fist ensnares. Followed with positions on where to fish to get the best quantity of exotic fish. A familiar web connected all the images that tainted and stained the middle aged Sandalis perception and vision. " Yes and no. There are many similarities but..." The mans white colored eyes glanced down at [member="Uthixo Nazim"] briefly and smiled. " You will just have to see one day wont you." Anansi chuckled with his response know how eager this young man was to know. Large hand reached down patting the young warrior on his head.

" Tafuta Roho Mtakatifu na utajua Sandala." The giant of a man said speaking in Sulu's sweet tongue. It was poetic advice and truth. Something one could expect from a Shaman such Anansi M'Bali. Removing a outer robe moments before a woman assigned to the large Sandali warrior approached and securing his dreadlocks behind his head. It was as if the Shaman knew this would happen. There were several small signs but it still begged the question. Did he? The answer.

No.

Even Anansi could not see the future with certainty. If so he would of brought a better weapon or switched places with one of his ndugu to receive a more preferred weapon from nearby. A large blunted triangular tipped trident. A weapon the large Sandali seer accepted redundantly. " Of course. Son of a fisherman." The irony of the pairing was hilarious in his view. With a steady charge the Shaman held his guard and joined Uthixo and Cardinal in combat with silent fury.

(( Translation: " Follow the Great Spirit and you will know Sandala."))

 

[Lennidus]

Location: Underwater Restaurant
Wearing: The usual
Nearby: [member="Pom Stych Tivé"] | [member="Voph"]

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She could smell it in the air, the blood of the Confederacy. The same blood to take hold of Hoylin not so long ago. It flowed through that world now, seeped its way into every vain, but it was like iron. It barred a vampire's fangs from ever reaching that blood they so desired, holding it safe and secure. A ritual was in order, one that would take the life of a Confederate and feed it to the land, cursing those who would throw themselves under the banner of these independent systems. Hoylin's blood would flow once more, and it would flow further and redder than ever before.

That was what Abyless had told her, anyway. Lennidus herself was less interested in preserving Hoylin, as it was merely a single stop in her life's long and winding journey. Part of her feared Abyless, but another part knew the woman too well. If there was to be a battle, Lennidus would be sure to make it a battle of wits, as she would surely lose a battle of brawn.

And yet she found herself at the newest destination for the faction. Whether she would steal someone back to Hoylin to perform a ritual on or simply live and let live was solely up to what she deemed of any individual she would come across. As judge and jury, so too would she act as an executioner if there was worth in such violence.

The underwater restaurant would serve as a means of feeling out these wayward souls, a question mark left beside their names. Innocent until proven guilty, after all. And with a blade at her belt and pistol beside it, she made herself known to two question marks in particular, whose names she had yet to uncover.

"Pardon the intrusion," she told them both, "but might I join you for a time?"

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Objective: BYOO {Defeat the H’drachi Warriors}
Location: M'haeli Wildlands
Tags: [member="Anansi M'bali"] [member="Uthixo Nazim"]
Post: II

With Uthixo and Anansi by his side, Cardinal charged. The H'drachi screamers were fast, moving around the men like water entrapping a stone. The first of the warriors to charge Cardinal was cut short when the man lifted his foot from the ground. It slammed into the warrior's midsection, forcing him to reel over in pain. Now Cardinal could test this club of his. He brought his arm back, swinging the head of the club up in a crushing uppercut. The spherical head slammed into the man's mouth. A sickening crunch let out while the man was thrown from his feet, slamming into the rocks below. Cardinal returned the club to his sight, eyeing the slick coating of blood on the weapon.

Oh, hell yes.

He came forward, not giving the other men time to fall upon him. He swung the club wide, forcing them back with a few wild swings of the wooden weapon. The other screamers were more wary than their Ally had been. While two of the warriors stood in face of him, the others had all descended upon his kin.

Cardinal said nothing, allowing the rest to past as he looked to his opponents. Cardinal tapped his club against the ground while another of the screamers charged. This man held a spear, giving him the advantage of range. When the stone tip flew forward, Cardinal dodged the blade as he cut to the side. The screamer let out a loud shriek as he flattened his blade and swung it to the side, hoping to slam into Cardinal's bicep. Again the Sandali warrior leaped out of the way, however this time the spear kissed the man's arm and sliced through flesh, hoping to find bone. A thin line of blood opened on the man's arm, soon spilling into a messy drain of the crimson liquid on his arm. The other Screamers charged as well, instead of a spear he was armed with a short sword and hoped to take advantage of Cardinal's distraction.

Narrowly avoiding the blade of the spear, Cardinal was hard pressed to dodge the sword. Somehow he managed to slide out of the swords range just as he brought his club into the air. The wooden sphere came down, slamming into the swordsman's back and causing him to let out a scream that did not have their traditional pride.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

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WEARING: xxx | POST: 2​

w. @Awline Lechner | [member="Alvida Osulf"]​

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Blood.

Death.

Hatred.

Vengeance.

Gerwald looked at his hands, stained red by the blood of the woman he loved, the one he had chosen. Eyes glared up at the man who had killed her.

SEREN!

He knew this face. They had met shortly after the aftermath of Scherezade's stabbing. The man had interrupted them, spewing out hatful words to Katrine. He blamed her for losing his ability to shift, and spouted out some kind of nonsense how her leaving caused him that pain.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Gerwald cried out to nothing. The vision was over. Seren was gone. He simply stared at his hands. The blood was gone, but he could still see it. Everything about the vision was seared into his memory. There was another scent now, Alwine. He turned to look at her.

"I saw... he... her brother... he..."

It was all Gerwald could manage before the other Lupine came into view and her scent was caught once more. Slowly Gerwald turned his eyes toward her. This made a fifth family still alive. Why had none of the books Gerwald had mentioned anything about these other families. Katrine had done a blood spell to find any mention of his family. It was not like finding information on the Lechner's had come easy. The longer this went on, the more they wandered the galaxy, the more Gerwald had to question the Van-Derveld histories. Why had all the families left? What were they doing?

Ger canted his head, choosing to finally break the silence.

"It seems another one has found us, sister. The look in her face matches the shock I felt when I learned we were not alone." Gerwald looked at Alvida. "I am Gerwald, this is my sister Alwine. Shall we," he asked pointed to the exit. There was a lot to talk about.

 

[Alwine Daye]

Tags: [member="Gerwald Lechner"] [member="Alvida Osulf"]​

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The sound of her brother's screams caused her careful walk to turn into a run. Within moments she was there, her tiny arms wrapped around her older and much larger brother, holding him. To the fire and the shamans that controlled the happenings around it, she only had glares to give. How dare they?! Her brother was not her. While he had expanded his mental abilities in these past months, he still required some explanation and guidance as to what these sort of things would do. The sole reason Alwine did not sift and rip jugular veins out of their necks was because her brother needed her more in that moment than they needed to die.

"It was but a vision, dalnynuk," Alwine said quietly as she continued to hold her brother, her hands moving up to pat the top part of his back for she could not reach his hair, yet still wished to soothe him, "It feels as real as reality, but it is not necessarily so. I swear it upon my wolf and my fur."

If Gerwald had spoken of any of the thoughts that ran through his mind, Alwine would have had answers for it all. Alas, the communication between the two siblings was silent now, for no words needed to be spoken when support and conciliation came first.

"Later, when we are alone, we will speak of it," Alwine assured her brother, still holding him, still providing the support that she could, "for there are many things you need to know that you do not yet."

Naturally, it was all the aflaque's fault. She was the witch, the time traveler, the one who refused to release her claws from her brother even though she'd abandoned him while still keeping a leash tight around his neck. And in all of that, not once had she taken the time to explain things regarding pasts and futures. Or perhaps, thought Alwine, she had done so intentionally. To keep him shrouded meant to manipulate him, and her brother licked directly from that dog's hand.

Turning to face the new Lupine, Alwine released her brother. Had it not been the first meeting, she would have insisted she and Gerwald left immediately. Yet now appeared a third Lupine, and for a moment, Alwine felt a pang of jealousy. When Gerwald had learned there they were not alone, it had been a joyous celebration for him. To Alwine and Varick, it had been a trauma, for it had come with the realization that they had been abandoned and left behind. Whoever this new Lupine was, Alwine wished to ensure her experience was the former. There had been enough suffering as it were, and there would be more of it to come, sooner rather than later.

"You are not alone, nor the last," Alwine said softly as she looked at the blonde Lupine who was, naturally, taller than her. Unless they were about to find some midget sized Lupines in the near future, Alwine would soon begin to think that she was the smallest of them all.

Gerwald had pointed to the exit. Alwine took his other hand, and held her free one to the new Lupine, beckoning her to join them.

 

[Alvida Osulf]

Location: The Caverns Behind the Waterfall | Wearing: xxx | Braids: xxx | Objectives: Solidify the Future | Tags: [member="Gerwald Lechner"] | [member="Alwine Lechner"]​

You are not alone.​

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Alvida's head tilted to the side like a curious puppy, a sheen of blonde hair falling over her shoulder like a curtain. They seemed less surprised by her presence than she was by theirs. Perhaps they were already aware of the fact that other Lupines existed? With her mind filled to the brim with thoughts that buzzed like flies Alvida kept her dumb-struck expression until the lupine woman offered out her hand. Their presences felt so familiar, as familiar as the ancient stars in the sky performing the same dance they had for millennia, yet they were so different. They were still strangers on the face of it. Everything about them was foreign, but they shared her blood. At some point in time they had shared the same parents and grandparents, so Alvida made up her mind. The interest they peaked in her was intoxicating and she could no longer ignore it. In the time it took her to decide to take the young wolfs hand Alvida had already accepted that no matter where they took her or what they told her it would all be worth it. Something somewhere was spurring her on to investigate the age old rumours of her ancestors. The glory and praise she would receive upon her arrival home made any paranoia she held about the strangers disappear into the smoke filled air.

Hand in hand with the blood of her ancestors, Alvida allowed herself to be guided.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

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WEARING: xxx | POST: 4​

w. [member="Alwine Lechner"] | [member="Alvida Osulf"]​

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Alwine was there. Gerwald could feel her, and her words tried to calm him. It was slightly helpful as she tried to explain that visions were just that. How could she be right about this meaning nothing? The truth sayers were known to be extremely accurate. Perhaps now that he knew, he could change it. Maybe that was why it meant nothing. Gerwald could change his future, and perhaps keep Katrine alive. He could KILL Seren. Never had Gerwald wanted something more in his entire life. There was something about the vision which left him feeling violated, and Gerwald was definitely going to take it out on Seren.

He stood as Alwine had helped him and nodded.

"Later, and you will help me kill him..."

It was not a request or a question. Gerwald simply told Alwine what she would do. He decided she would not mind dealing a death blow to Katrine's brother considering she did not like the woman at all. She still harbored feeling of hatred to the woman, feelings she could not hide. It was the presence of another that forced Gerwald to be calm. Her questions were going to be similar to the ones he had, and he needed to help her understand better than he did the first time. Granted none of them were drunk this time around, so perhaps this was going to go better.

As they walked out into the jungle air, everything was quiet. There was not much to be said other than what Alwine had already said.

You are not alone.

Those words were something Gerwald wished he had heard at a much younger age, but it had not been until he caught Katrine's scent on the air he knew better. They had to do better for this woman. She was quiet, likely still contemplating her own future as well as the discovery of other Lupines. Gerwald simple smiled as they found an out of the way clearing. His baritone finally sounding again.

"We should not be bothered here," he said looking at Alvida. "You must have questions?"

As Gerwald asked the question he pulled his hair out of the messy bun and let it fall. He was around his own, and there was no need to hide behind any semblance of modern decorum.

 

[Damsy Callat]

Form: Squaloid Equipment: Trident (collapsed) | Outfit (top)​

Tags: [member="Darth Metus"], [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"], [member="Lace Vi'dreya"]​

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Nor did Damsy.

Kamino, nor the long-necked amphibians that called the waterlogged planet home, where known for their prophetic natures, but their almost-unnaturally stormy and ingenious ones respectively. Still, Damsy had seen enough in the darkness of the superocean's depths and the heated and ionized waters expelled from deepsea vents. Maybe, in the former, her eyes filled the gaps, showing her nightmares that her brain wouldn't be able to come up with otherwise because down there she never really slept. And the latter, maybe the fumes loosened the imagination as well.

In any case, though, Damsy had no desire to see the Truth-Sayers, none at all. And so she sat, unknowingly by the very cave that housed them, dangling her feet, now a tail, off a short ledge into the crystal clear water below. Beside her, in a neat pile, lay her pants, her deconstructed leg braces, and her weapons.

As she swayed her tail back and forth, she picked at the talonbeds of one hand with the talons on the other. She hadn't turned into her squaloid form all that frequently since becoming a Dauntless outside of Kamino, but on the few worlds on which she had, she found that different waterborne plants and invertebrates found a new home on her skin and, periodically, in her hair. Was that why she had not heard from [member="A'Runda"] in so long? The last they met, he had been surprised by her true form, a product of her Shi'ido blood. He had said he wasn't scared of her then, but now Damsy was left doubting the claim.

Love, where have you gone? she thought, eyes flicking to gaze at her reflection in the water.

She didn't have time to mull much else over before she hear her sister's singsong behind her and then saw her and Darth Metus approach. At that, Damsy made a choice: push herself off into the water rather than pull herself onto land and try to change right now. After all, it seemed as if they were bound for the path up to the cave, and a series of waterfalls and creeks fell beside it.

The creek was just deep enough to swim, but Damsy simply lazily walked her hands along the bottom to propel herself and drifted along against the current. It hurt her tail fin, but in a delayed response to Allya's holovid reenactment, Damsy hit her flute against the water's surface playfully with the intent of splashing Allya. When she reached a waterfall, she began climbing up by using jutting-out rocks as handholds.

 

[Alwine Daye]

Tags: [member="Gerwald Lechner"] [member="Alvida Osulf"]​

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If Alwine had known what the thoughts were running through Gerwald's mind, she would have slapped the back of his head. Whoever it was that he wanted her to help him to kill, that would be discussed later. She would not agree or decline until she knew who the heck it was he wanted to kill, and why. Besides, if his desire to kill someone specific was because of that vision… No. Because that meant that Alwine would have to kill Gerwald for the same reasons, and she had no intention no doing any of that. Gerwald could think it was neither question nor request all he wanted to. There would be words about it.

The warmth of the other Lupine in her hand was calming, and Alwine gave the woman a genuine yet soft smile as the three walked out of the cave. Gerwald led the way at the front of their merry little line, and Alwine did not mind. Their interests regarding this were the same – a private place. They walked until they reached a clearing, and only when the walking stopped did she turn to the new Lupine again.

Alwine had spent a lot of time with the first Lupine that had been discovered that was neither a Van-Derveld nor Lechner. Her name was Redd, and she had considered physical contact to be of outmost importance. Alwine did not know if this Lupine would be the same, so she offered her the choice; Alwine would be content to continue to hold hands, but the other Lupine was free to release the hands if she so wished. There would be no forcing herself upon her.

"I am Alwine, and this is my brother Gerwald," she repeated the introductions, her voice gentle, "what is your name?"

 

[Kelsie Sylvan]

Kelsie was not the type to dwell on the past or plan for the future. Living in the present was what she did best, anyways -- but she'd always had that tug. She was out of her time, after all, and she'd finally decided to try and come to terms with that... but more importantly she wanted to see her son. Just a glimpse.

When M'haeli joined the Confederacy she'd caught whispers of the caverns there -- and then those 'Truth Sayers' invited those who sought their futures to gather at a bonfire to receive their fortunes. Kelsie was a practical woman, and really she wasn't the biggest believer in these crazy old hags spouting nonsense about 'great victories' and 'great fortune' in the future to come. The future was what one made it -- and the past, well, that was a little closer than the abstract concept of tomorrow.

The young woman never traveled unarmed, especially to places in the process of shifting their allegiance, but she felt her attire and equipment were relatively light. A simple black leather jacket, white shirt, jeans, and nerf hide boots. Her hair was tied back in a neat braid -- she didn't want anything in her face to distract her senses. She sped past the bonfire and its various visitors, heading to the caverns with a sort of urgency.

The entrance was rather dark, quiet. And slowly but surely she stepped inside, awaiting her past.

 

[Alvida Osulf]

Location: A Clearing in the Jungle | Wearing: xxx | Braids: xxx | Objective: Sate Curiosity | Tags: [member="Gerwald Lechner"] | [member="Alwine Lechner"]​

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There is power in a name.​

Cool flecks of water showered the lupine's pale skin. Refreshing though it was Alvida could already feel herself longing to be beside the fire again. By its bright flickering light she could hear her brother's laughter, see her father's smile, feel the warmth of her grandmother's hands on her shoulders. She tried not to think to much, tried not to let her mind get away with itself. Once they were in the forest the voices would be calm, she would be able to think clearly again. When they broke free of the waterfall Alvida shook herself free of the droplets clinging to her clothing and hair, careful not to let the female's hand slip from her grip. The willowy fingers wrapped in her own anchored her to the present as did the soothing smile the lupine woman offered her. While her grip was relatively loose, she seemed reluctant to let her go. Arriving at the clearing, Alvida felt the spark of the wolf reignite. She felt herself again.

The bearded one spoke. Deep baritone notes seemed to overtake the quiet clearing they had chosen for their meeting. 'I have many. But there are none that seem to settle.' She spoke, words littered with a thick accent that poured from her tongue in wispy, sweet tones which fell like leaves swept away on a breeze. Alvida had few chances to practice her basic but back home everyone was taught it. Her neck craned gently to glance at the female lupine beside her. 'Alwine and Gerwald.' Names she had not heard before, or perhaps she had and they did not stir any memories? A gentle rolling wind caught the one called Alwine's hair and the scent it carried with it made Alvida tilted her head back and smile. 'I have missed this smell.' When the air stilled again she drew her sea-foam orbs back and forth from the siblings. 'I am Alvida Osulf.'

A smile drew her lips back to reveal her teeth, brightening up her face and her demeanour as a whole. Though she still made no move to release Alwine's hand her body relaxed visibly, in the same way an animal relaxed in front of a warm fire. There was no reason to beat around the bush. 'You are both like me. Skin-changers. We had no idea any others existed.' More of a statement than a question, but one that needed to be put forth as plainly as the moon in the sky. A bubbling excitement had overtaken her tone and replaced the friendly smile on her face with an eager curiosity.

 

[Decious]

Clothing: Cape
Location: M'haeli Caverns
Objective: Recon
Post: 2

Before Havoc could give the all clear to start moving again, the ground gave out beneath him. His vocalizers emitted what amounted to a groan as he fell several stories, landing with a loud thud amid a pile of rubble. Immediately, he stood up and looked around then looked up. He could barely see the hole he fell through but it was clear that his team hadn’t fallen through with him. “Well this is unfortunate.” he said to himself as he brushed the rubble off him. Seeing no immediate exit back to where he fell from, he began to walk aimlessly forward before a gravely voice stopped him in his tracks. “MURDURER!” Havoc turned to see the figure of a Mon Calamari charging at him, lightsaber in hand. Naturally, Havoc shrugged off his cape and ignited two of his lightsabers. Within seconds, the two figures were clashing blades, eye to eye in a deadlock. There was something off about this Mon Calamari. First of all, a Jedi here? Impossible. But this wasn’t an ordinary Jedi. His eyes were black, his skin was pale and grey. He looked almost zombie-like. The Jedi let out a lout war cry as he pulled his blade back and started haphazardly swinging at Havoc, who expertly deflected each strike. Eventually the Jedi slipped up; he went to strike at Havoc’s head but was blocked by one lightsaber, immediately after that, his second lightsaber sliced through the Jedi’s arm. The Jedi wailed as his limb fell to the ground, then disintegrated into a cloud of smoke. Deciding there wasn’t time to asses the strangeness of the situation, Havoc slice his blades clear through the neck and the waist of the Jedi simultaneously, causing the whole figure to vanish in a black cloud.

Before Havoc could collect himself, 4 more Jedi of different species dropped from the ceiling and charged at Havoc, blades in hand. They all looked the same; pale skin, lifeless black eyes and overall decayed look. Havoc detached his spare arms and ignited his other two blades so that now all four were ignited. He roared as he began swinging his blades, trying his best to hold off each of the attacking Jedi. The air was filled with the harsh sounds of the constant clashing of blades and explosions of sparks. Two of the Jedi were human males. One of them lept into the air over Havoc’s head, prompting Havoc to drop low. The airborne Jedi’s lightsaber missed Havoc and instead struck the other human Jedi, causing him to vanish in a cloud of smoke. While on the ground, Havoc kicked out the leg of the Talz Jedi. Seizing on the moment, Havoc lunged up, driving all four of his lightsabers into the Talz. He too vanished in smoke. Three more Jedi of varying species again crawled out of the shadows and attacked one by one and one by one Havoc sliced through them.

Once the dust seemed to settle, Havoc let out a sigh. Just when he was about to close up his lightsabers, a voice came from the shadows, “I see you could hold your own against all the Jedi I have slain in battle. I am not impressed, they were all weak opponents. I assure you that I will not be.” As the last sentence was uttered, the figure stepped out of the shadows revealing himself to be the late General Grievous.