Dominion It Belongs in a Museum | CIS Dominion of Abregado-Rae Hex

[Gerwald Lechner]

LOCATION: Ferocity
TAG: Eira Talon | Srina Talon | Darth Empyrean
CURSE: Finally Broken...

There were many things which happened quickly, but the most startling of them was the sensation of somthing grabbing at Gerwald's ankles. The force tethered around them like a rope, and with a distinct tug, the giant of a man fell onto the ground face first. Fortunately his extended arms caught him as this motion was not too dissimilar to shifting. Gerwald wished he could have shifted in that moment and been done with it all, but Eira was coming, her voice discernible above all the commotion that surrounded the lupine.​

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Gerwald stood up and turned in time as her desperate plea to explain fell on his ears. If only she knew he was the wolf that was supposed to be guarding, and what Srina would do if she found out he messed this up. ​

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He wanted to answer, but he knew it would come out in gibberish. Nothing Gerwald said was coming out of his mouth in any language known to any sentient life. Gerwald was certain it wasn't any form of real communication to begin with. ​

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That was when he felt a wave of energy hit him, and pull at something. He almost blacked out as the woman grabbed his wrist, and out of instinct Gerwald pulled away telling the Echani, "Let me go!."​

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Ger blinked. His words were normal again. Would this mean the Echani would no longer try an kiss him and profess her undying love to him, or whatever other person walked in front of her. Breathing in deep and letting out a slow sigh Gerwald decided he could at least attempt to reason with her and make some excuse as to why he needed to leave.​

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"Look... I can't stay. I'm running late for something, and I really can't be. My boss would have my head on a platter, and I am pretty sure that is a literal statement."​

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Hopefully she would let him go. If she did, Gerwald would be a wolf again the moment he was out of her line of sight.​

 

[Eira Talon]

Location: Space port
Curse: Love at first sight. Broken
Tag: Gerwald Lechner Srina Talon

Eira froze, her hand outstretched and stinging as he ripped himself from her grasp. There was no resistance, the woman left wavering in place.

What.

Huh.

She looked wildly around them both before finally granting her victim her full attention again. Had she just... Her fingers snapped to her lips. Oh no. He would see as the gears turned, find confirmation in her hesitation that she too was free from the energy that had possessed them. It would be a simple matter to turn and leave her there.

She would not protest.

Her heart stuttered rapidly, the Echani giving another frantic look around. "Sisters above," she breathed, possessing no answer over what had just occurred. She nearly called out an apology, her voice cracking in her throat. Instead she grasped at her own wrists, half fearful they would come to life and attack someone again.

It was a silly thought, but her experience was nill-none and her panic sent her forward. She ran to the ship, constant glances being taking over her shoulder, and collided into the door. There was nothing dignified about her splatting into the metal surface, but then again there was nothing dignified in loosing control of her senses and making out with strangers.

"Niquis?" She called out urgently, her fingers tight over the bulk head to keep it open. "Niquis!"

He popped out from around the corner, darting back in. She squeezed to the side, granting him space to pass, and let out a relieved sigh. A final glance was spared for the chaotic space port, her eyes sharp and wary as she made sure the coast was clear. The doors slid closed.

She locked them.

Twice.

 

[Daisy Americus]

Location: The Underground
Tag: Kaden Farr
Curse: Mischief Managed

Duke was pretty sure that Farr was about to blow a gasket?

Why?

No idea. All in all, this day, though depressing AF—Had victory written all over it. The purplebellies had arrived in style, come, and conquered. Wasn’t that the way it was supposed to be? Duke sighed as he bent down to pick up his damaged cig. Man. If he wasn’t fairly certain that Farr was suffering some sort of brain trauma? He’d have decked him. “Yeah, yeah self-destruct…I know all the medical warnings on the box. I got one of them fixations, you know? Can’t help it. It’s like one of them pretty Zeltrons…”

“You know they’re bad for you, but, you still take ‘em home.”

Once all the droids escorted the prisoners out, Duke did one more sweep, and also followed the group back out the way they came. The group that Metus had taken down would peg the bigwigs.

When daylight snapped into focus, between dingy, dirty air he ushered a sigh of relief. He was ready to get his creds and blow. His HUD picked up Farr speaking again and he fell still, full stop, so that he could size up his companion. Seriously. What the heck? “Man…I really don’t know what you’re talking about. You know I ain’t got an ear for opera. Do you need water? A medic?”

Duke reached for the clips that held his helmet in place. A quick, practiced flip, set them off and as the beskar lifted a sense of pressure swept through the

area again. Golden hair tumbled free in bouncing curls while concerned feminine eyes landed on Kaden. Her face was clean-shaven, soft, and her features didn’t seem to have any signs of “Duke” anywhere. “Hey, sugah. You sure you’re okay?”

Her voice was also sweet as sugar, honeyed, with a backwater accent that was thicker than a day old bowl full of oatmeal. The Mandalorian reached out and grasped Kaden by the armor and pulled him down just a little. His helmet was on, so, she pressed her forehead to the metal.

“Ah know all of that was real hard to look at…But they’ll be better now. Free. The CIS will get them started off with new lives, or, help them find their old ones. Today…It’s a win.”

She didn’t blame him for the lack of fuzzy feelings. What they had seen in the catacombs below the city was deplorable. It was sweet that Kaden cared so much that he was all bumbling and blustery. Who knew that the stone-hearted Mandalorian had it in him?

“C’mon, cyar'ika. Let’s go home.”

 

[Kaden Farr]

LOCATION: The Underground
TAG: Daisy Americus
CURSE: Life's a Song -- Can I carry a tune? Cured

Kaden simply rolled his eyes at Duke. The dud was cool, but damn this was not how Daisy was supposed to be. Of all the reasons, and of all the things, that would break them up, her turning into a man would be their undoing. How in hottest hell was that even fair. It wasn't that Kaden had anything against people who liked the same gender, he just didn't for one, and second, he was just used to Daisy being a woman. A woman that he really wanted to know in the most intimate of ways possible. ​

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Duke seemed to be concerned about Kaden as well. He should have been. Every word coming out of Kaden's mouth was in song, and that was not something Kaden was good at. If Kaden's life depended on his ability to sing in tune, he would be making a third visit to the Netherworld. ​

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"I'm fine... I swear," Kaden said without song. A gloved hand clapped back over his mouth thinking it might be a fluke that he was fixed, but as he looked over the scene, the Force Sensitive mandalorian could sense the energy which had hit them earlier begin to dissipate. Whatever had caused him to sing, and caused Daisy to turn into a man, it was gone. ​

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Praise the Manda!​

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Kaden's eyes took in the scene. He breathed a sigh of relief as he realized all the slaves they had intended to save were. It was a bloody day, but a good one.​

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“Hey, sugah. You sure you’re okay?” ​

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Kaden nodded at first. "Yeah," he mumbled as Daisy brought herself close and pressed her forehead to the metal of his helmet. ​

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A sigh of relief escaped his lips as the tension he didn't know he'd been carrying fell off his shoulders in a rush. Another deep breath was taken in as Daisy spoke. Today was a win despite whatever it was they had gone through to get there. All that mattered was they had done what the set out to do, and they were both going home in one piece, unscathed and uninjured. ​

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"Home... nothing sounds better right now. Stick around long enough and I'll give you one of those famous massages I've been tellin' you all about."​

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Kaden chuckled when it dawned on him he was starting to pick up the Haserian accent, and why wouldn't he. He had been living there for almost a year now. ​

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Haseria was home.​

 

[Srina Talon]

I don't live in Darkness.
Darkness lives in me. ​

Location: Abregado-Rae [Ferocity]
Tags: Eira Talon Darth Empyrean Gerwald Lechner
Curse: Life's A Song

An elegant brow furrowed while silver orbs attempted to pierce the truth from the corrupted eyes of the Sith before her. So often, she felt as if his gaze held her in place like a tractor beam. A cross between intensity and compassion. Now? There was something else. Maliphant claimed that he was all right. He had promised never to lie to her, though, did this oath include half-truths made to put her at ease? She wasn’t certain. “—Are you, Maliphant?”

His skin felt far too warm to the touch. His cheeks were tinged a little pink. Was that not an illness?

Srina felt the unorthodox desire to care for him. She was the furthest thing from comforting, nor, did she have any instinct that really drove her to console others. The pale-skinned Echani excelled in an environment where mercy was unheard of. She was precise, surgical, and poised in a way that almost hard to look at. Her cold eyes could be so very, very cruel. They softened immeasurably for him.

“Come. Let’s get you back to the ship—I would…I would feel better If a medical droid looked you over.”

Sing-song tones carried her words as if a bird felt like chirruping through his morning. So soft, so sweet. Srina fought a cringe and instead focused on her companion. Normally she might have taken an offered arm, or, let him take a few of her fingers. Srina was careful now. He had pulled away from her so quickly before. Something must have been bothering him deeply, that, she knew for certain. In the entirety of their relationship, he had never cared to place an undue amount of distance between them. That he had was jarring. That anything could cause that against his will?

It was unacceptable.

Irritation nestled itself in her heart while she began to lead the way back to the Ferocity. The precinct was full of people under the influence of some unseen force, in which case, they would be impossible to teach. Even then—They would need time to recover. Or apologize. Srina could only assume that some of the law enforcement that they’d locked up were not engaged in such questionable acts beforehand. This curse, this spell, had a way of making people do things they did not wish to.

There was something else percolating in her mind. A sense of blissful warmth that was followed by extreme unease. It did not belong to her. Eira. Whilst she knew that they needed to stop whatever was affecting them she didn’t know how to do that when the people around her needed care now. Something was wrong with her sister. Something—

Srina paused. She wavered in mid-step and instinctively reached out to steady herself, finding her hand, resting against the white-haired man beside her. In an instant, she knew that the curse had been lifted. The young Exarch closed her eyes for a moment and she shoulders squared. Thank the bright lady. If she sang one more thing, one more note, she was likely to tear out her own vocal cords.

“Finally…”, she spoke, feeling a wave of relief, that she sounded normal again.

Panic. Not her own. Not her own.

Eira.

One thing at a time. Firstly, she sent a transmission to the precinct. Everyone seemed to be coming out of it. They definitely wanted to re-schedule the training session. They did request to borrow the Magnaguard until they could restore order. She readily agreed. This left Srina capable of getting Maliphant back to the Ferocity, where hopefully, her sibling would be. The intense feeling of wrongness and embarrassment grew stronger as they made their way back to the landing platform.

A quick wave of her hand caused the ramp to lower. It seemed that someone had locked her ship up tight. Her jaw set, she glanced at Maliphant, before continuing onward. She could feel Eira like a pulsating beacon within. She made a straight line that eventually found her standing outside her siblings’ quarters. “Nésa?” [*Sister?]

Her eyes darted up to Maliphant and she wondered…Would he be well now?

Was it over?

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

LOCATION: Ferocity
TAG: Eira Talon | Srina Talon | Darth Empyrean
CURSE: Finally Broken...

As an adult used to the change it only took Gerwald a few seconds to be rid of the pants around his waist, and fully wolf again. The Lupine rushed to get back to the ship, and just in time it seemed. Due to the crazy events of the day, Eira locked the ship down. He did not blame the girl. Gerwald's mind was a bit preoccupied anyway. First how would he explain himself to Eira when they inevitably met outside of his function to protect her. Gerwald would not always be around her as a wolf, and their paths were bound to cross again. His second conundrum was how to keep Srina from finding out her sister had kissed him.​

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If a wolf could sigh, Gerwald did exactly that as he strolled back toward the room Eira had been sitting in before everything happened. There was one boon in all of this. The damned blue ribbon was lost. Once again the lupine was free of it, and this time he left it where the girl was not going to find it, namely it was not on the ship.​

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Gerwald found the mat which served as his bed for the long travel they still had ahead of them back to Geonosis. The Confederacy was starting to move into the core now, and that meant life was going to change for all of them. There was more coverage than the Confederacy could maintain simply from Geonosis, and Gerwald wondered how this lone fact was going to impact his work. He could not remain Eira's guard, and Srina Talon's personal attache forever, could he? Certainly the Knights Obsidian would have need of him. They had made him a master after all. ​

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Eyes watched the Echani playing with something, a weapon, sword, vibroblade perhaps. They were known for their combat prowess, and Gerwald often wondered how adept Eira was in combat herself. He was not always privy to the training sessions between Eira and Srina, but the lupine was enough of a warrior to know they were not easy. Two Echani training to fight would be a sight to behold certainly. Perhaps he would have to take advantage of his wolf form and observe.​

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For now? Gerwald was simply pleased they were back on the ship, Eira was alright, and Gerwald had his voice back. No one needed to know about the kiss, his babble, or the fact it had felt good to have been touched again. This did not mean Gerwald was about to throw himself back into the throws of female companionship. It just made the promise of Naedira's return that much more sweet. Perhaps the wolf was finally ready to move past his self imposed celibacy, at least with the right person. ​

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One thing was certain... It wasn't going to be anyone that made him wear a stupid bow.​

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Tag: Srina Talon │ Gerwald Lechner │ Eira Talon

“... Not quite.”, he offered simply as he focused on his breathing, and certainly not anything else at all.​

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“... But maybe we shouldn’t talk to a medical droid.”, he cringed, already playing back the robotic voice in his mind. If it remains like this for more than four hours - a bunch of annoyance he’d simply rather to avoid, at least in front of Srina.​

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For now.​

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He quietly readjusted himself with the Force as he walked with the Dread Queen, though his eyes kept wandering when they shouldn’t. It was… partially an annoyance, and Maliphant began to lose the slowly blurring lines of ‘this is a curse’ and ‘well I wanted to look anyway’; but Srina didn’t notice, for the moment, and he looked away when he could. Like a gentleman.​

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Yet Maliphant was suddenly brought back to his senses when Srina had grabbed ahold of his arm to steady herself - and Maliphant noticed a sudden lack of lust. His senses were dulled surely, but from moment to moment, he didn’t suddenly feel as though he were on space viagra - even if certain problems persisted. At least now he didn’t have to make Srina feel so terrible about all this - and so he sighed, and wrapped a reassuring arm around her, if only for a moment.​

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Momentary, fleeting, but a reminder he was there - felt more himself.​

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When they entered the ship, Maliphant noticed how quiet it had become. His gaze wandered about for the ‘dog’ and Eira, who he was sure remained mad at Maliphant for his abuse previously. Not important for the moment, he imagined, but a curious thought he kept to himself; Srina had yet to yell at him for such things.​

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For the brief moment Srina motioned back to him with her eyes, flooded with concern, he smiled in response. He pulled her head close, rested his cheek against her forehead, and whispered something softly as they waited for the door to open;​

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“I’m fine now, please don’t worry.”​

 

[Eira Talon]

Location: Srina's ship
Tag: Gerwald Lechner Darth Empyrean Srina Talon

Eira stopped her pacing, standing like a rabbit in a beam of light as a voice broke through the door.

"..."

It was as if she had forgotten how to breath, the panic that possessed her coming from a well deep within her. She hadn't thought she was capable of the terror that reigned over her. But for a moment, she was a slave to its whims.

And then she reached for her sword, her fingers clammy as they tightened around it.

She took a deep breath, her muscles tense as she crept forward and pressed herself to the door. It cracked open, a pair of wide, silver eyes staring out at them both. At her stomach the gleam of a sword could be glimpsed through the crack. Eira didn't often have a sword on her. In fact, she only picked one up for training.



The point slowly peeked out, a silent yet serious threat, the tip held steady.

"What is white?" Came the abrupt question, her wide gaze slowly growing a fiery edge as it stared unwaveringly at Srina. Eira trusted nothing in this moment. Not her hands, not her own senses.

"What is white," she repeated, a hard demand. The door would only open to the correct answer.