Jungle Fever (SSC Dominion of Felucia)

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Objective: Ever get the feeling you are going to be grounded?

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Krux Mullarus"]

(10)

Still hanging on for dear life, "Oh.. hello Papa". Théo actually turned his head with a smile on his face. "Just found this in the ship .. well you did say 'off you go'", yes it was Papa's fault. I am so grounded.

He sensed his father pulling the ripples of force energy to him, and setting focus on the Rancor's body which relaxed somewhat, even if it's mind was trying to fight father. The large clawed arms stopped slashing about and it stood still but it's eyes flashed around with pure wanting to kill. This moment gave Théo the chance to climb up further until he reached the top of it head. The view was amazing from up, yes he had time to see it!

The push pull between father and the rancor continued, but they all could not stay here doing this all day so something had to be done. The Rancor still moving even though slowly shook it head almost dislodging Théo but he kept his balance with his arms raised out to do so. Once on the very top, Théo stood firm he just needed a moment and pulled the force to his legs. Théo concentrate, he closed his eyes and centered his mind and being. From his center, where the Force lives within his core, Théo summon the energy for the shock wave. His wave is not as powerful as his father's, but it might just do the trick. Father uses his fist, Théo, his feet.

Belawir, entered in mind's eyes, just as he had done in the forest sending the other stag off with a stamping warning never to return. Théo slammed his foot down hard on the skull of the Rancor, the force wave rippled through the bone and to the brain, enough to stun it. For only a heart beat, the Rancor stopped, still as death before the body totally relaxed and began to fall.

And with it, Théo.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Location: Downed Republic Starship
Objective: 3 - These Jedi are fething insane
Allies: [member="Valae Kitra"] / [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] / [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]
Enemies: A now stunned Rancor
Post 4/20

Krux managed to throw the beast's arm that he had been holding with to the side and out of harm's way. For a minute, he and the Rangers that were now backing him up held off the Rancor. He hurled Force Lightning and grabbed the monster by his arms and legs with Force Grip to try and subdue and/or kill it, but without a lightsaber, it was a longshot. He felt fear, for he had never battled such a giant beast before, but this is a man who used to be Sith. He went toe-to-toe against Darth Pyrrhus, his old master, who is much more of a monster than any rancor. Had breath that smelled like rancor dung, too. Uncomfortable without a real weapon, but he fought the beast off for as long as he could.

Until the kid started to climb the rancor!

"Wha- Hey! Get off of that!" he yelled, suddenly feeling anxious again. The rancor started to flail. When the child yelled out, "DON'T KILL IT", Mullarus shook his head. Fething Jedi still cling to pacifism even when their lives are at stake...this is why the Sith give you people a bad rap! Mullarus reached out with another Grip, using both hands, and grabbed one of it's arms to try and slow it's flailing. This was when another voice came up from nearby. Krux turned and recognized the Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi, another one he had met on Toola. Oh, great, more...friends. When the combined power of the Heavenshields somehow stunned and subdued the Rancor, Krux let go of it's massive arm and rushed over to check on the child who figured Rancor-climbing was a good idea.

"Hey, kid, are you alright?" he asked before he managed to find him nearby, kneeling down and offering a hand to lift him to his feet.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

In pools among the rushes ​

That scarce could bathe a star​

We seek for slumbering trout ​

And whispering in their ears ​

Give them unquiet dreams​

Yeats​

The Year of Blood, part II
Objective 1: Defend Local Communities (apprehension and arrest of Dace Terrix)
Post 2 of 20

H Y P E R S P A C E
36 Hours Ealier

The teddy bear warrior somersaulted through the air, a lightsaber staff glowing in it's fuzzy grip as the armored juggernaut turned to face his opponent.

Around the hologram table, the young Pantoran and Borgar -- one of the Antarian Rangers -- were squaring off in a game known as World of Build-A-Bear Knights, with the Ranger taking up the role of the Jar'kai Knight while the Pantoran more subtly controlled the battlefield from behind the manipulative spells of a Librarian. A sharp contrast between the two PVP combatants, one in heavy armor wielding a lightsaber and the other in duracloth, armed with a book.

Their match continued for several rounds, with the Pantoran up two to one, until the two Rangers retired to get some rest in anticipation of their arrival at Felucia.

Bowing slightly at the waist, the boy bid a silent goodnight to the two men, holding the post until the door had shut behind them. And, when it had, the hologame was immediately banished. In its place, the young, former Primeval agent was digging through personnel registries and citizen records of the Coalition.

Dace Terrix was a twenty-one year old human, originally from Lorrd. He was employed by the Coalition AgriCorps, with no record of any disciplinary or employee misconduct notes. He was an irrigation technician, assigned to an AgriCorps project on Saleucami. Ten days ago, he hadn't shown up for work. Now, he was being held on Felucia on suspicion of murder and assault with a deadly weapon.

And, yet, the Felucians had requested that the Coalition take custody of him, even before the start of his trial.

Even as odd as those chain of events, a man with no history of violence suddenly involved in a string of murderous acts, why were the Silver Jedi involved? For something this straight-forward, the Antarian Rangers ought to have been capable of handling the situation. Everything about this fact pattern seemed off. Seemed wrong.

Then there were his orders from the Silver Jedi Council. Bring this man to us. Why would a Coalition citizen from the AgriCorps be judged by the Jedi Council? What was he missing about all of this? Why did he feel like there was something he wasn't being told?

Why do you ask questions where you already know the answer?​

The boy's heart skipped a beat.

Breath frozen in his throat, the child's head snapped up at the sound of the voice. Expecting to see a man standing there, where the Ranger had been on the other side of the hologram table. And not just any man, but a Dark Lord. A Sith he knew to be dead, and yet whose voice echoed in his ears as though he'd just spoken.

"Ah!" With a sharp gasp, the youth clutched at his left hand as his palm seemed as though it were on fire. Cradling it, the boy's amber eyes watched as the bandage wrapped around his hand was suddenly riddled with black veins. The darkness spreading like blood throughout the sterile, white cloth that covered the puncture wound underneath.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~​

T A S H - T A R A L
One week earlier

The boy's body moved like a dancer in mid-air.

Lithe, carefully trained muscles allowed the boy to rotate himself into a backflip, altering the direction in which he was falling and taking control of the descent. He planted in a three-point crouch, sliding back against the loose sand as the massive Terentatek collapsed dead onto the ground. A massive dust storm was kicked up by the weight of it's gargantuan body striking the earth, causing a rain of sand to hail down over the boy's body as the battle subsided.

The red-skinned Twi'lek seemed to be tending to the Mirialan Jedi who had first approached the boy before the Sith-mutated rancor had appeared. Shielding his eyes as he was pelted by sand and small pebbles, the young Pantoran started toward the massive head of the fallen beast. The lower quarter of an amphistaff was jutting out from one of the beast's eye sockets -- the assassin having pierced through the air to ram the poisonous biot into the Terentatek's brain cavity.

Taking hold of the amphistaff's tail, the boy braced one hand against the thickly armored head as he pulled back. The biot was un-budged. A second and third attempt failed to loosen the snake from out of the creature, so the boy wrapped both hands around the biot. Planting one foot against the corpse, the youth hauled back in a game of tug-of-war with a corpse.

The amphistaff came free. The sudden loss of tension sent the Pantoran tumbling backward. His hands dropped the biot, as he flailed out to try and catch himself as he fell.

"Ow!"

The boy's hand caught on one of the Terentatek's spines. The envenomed barb impaling the flat of his palm as the boy fell down on his side. Red blood stood out against the pale blue skin as the child grit his teeth as lifted his hand off the barb.

Pushing himself up into a sitting position, the boy cradled his hand as he turned it up to look at the wound. The flesh had begun to turn an angry magenta color, with the tissues around the edges of the tear already turned a necrotic black as the Dark Side poison spread into his veins. "-tt-" he uttered, as he opened and closed his hand.

It was just the Dark Side. What else could that do to him that the Sith hadn't already?

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

3/20
[member="Naamah Aesham"]

Strolling into the town with his small posse, Nantaris made sure his weapons were holstered…yet easily in reach.

He saw a woman covered in rancor blood collecting what looked like a bounty from some natives. Walking over into the middle of the village he looked at them.

“Good morning! And what a fine day it is too! Master Valiens Nantaris, Freespace Rangers on behalf of the Coalition. We received notice that these settlements were threatened by Rancors and the Jungle natives. The Coalition is here to assist with securing these settlements, upgrading any infrastructure and making this a viable strategic base. So…tell me how we can help.”

 

[Naamah Aesham]

(6)
[member="Valiens Nantaris"]


Oh, goodie. It's the Coalition of the Willing, Naamah thought cynically to herself when Nantaris and his small posse appeared on the scene. Her eyes fell upon the scruffy, bearded Master, who didn't at all look like how you'd expect a Jedi Master. Her eyes narrowed slightly and she tensed a bit. She no longer wore the same face as before being sucked into Chaos. Even before that, she'd been at covering her tracks. Mirien had taught her well, though she'd misused all the gifts the Grand Inquisitor had endowed her with.


However, these were Jedi - or minions of Jedi at any rate. Witch hunts were not out of the question. She was also no longer able to obfuscate her Dark Side aura, though it would be difficult to immediately pick her out in a crowd since her power was just a sliver of what it once.


Mental alarm bells went off in her head. Simply rushing away would just have the effect of inviting suspicion. Putting her cigarette out, she slowly turned away, inteding to leave the scene as quietly as possible. Sand crunched beneath her heavy combat boots.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

[member="Naamah Aesham"]
4/20

“We have put out a bounty on the monsters. As you can see, this woman brought in a trophy just now!” the chief said, inadvertently foiling Naamah’s quiet getaway.
Nantaris turned to her, frowned slightly, then nodded.
“That was quite a feat to do so alone. Good work Ms…” he asked with a smile.

Myr sighed, deciding to continue with the real business. “How about the Jungle Felucians?”
“They have been unnaturally aggressive lately. Several of our people have been attacked for no reason! We suspect something is up.”
“We’ll keep an eye on things, but we’ll also be dropping in more support and keeping the rancors off your back. Right, boss?” she asked, nudging Nantaris.
“What? Oh yes, of course,” Nantaris said.

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Objective: Discover the ruins of the Republic and Confederacy Clone Wars conflict
Post: 5/20
[member="Thurion Heavenshield"], [member="Théodred Heavenshield"], [member="Krux Mullarus"]

Valae got back to her feet with Théo’s help and she nodded. “I’m okay!” She assured him. The sound of footsteps signaled the arrival of the Rangers. She was relieved to know that help had arrived. As the Rangers opened fire, she could only bear to watch for a moment while the blaster fire hit the Rancor. Even though the Rancor was a pretty terrifying sight, she didn’t like the sounds it made when being attacked. Valae heard Théo shouting for the Rangers to cease fire, and the next moment the boy was running straight at the beast.

“Théo! No!” She watched as the Rangers stopped firing. Valae remembered that Théo had expressed interest in riding a Rancor, but she didn’t think that he would have actually done it. The padawan was very relieved when Thurion arrived on the scene, and she was sure that he would get things under control. Valae could only stand by and watch as her master and his son battled to subdue the Rancor. As the Rancor finally succumbed and fell to the ground with a crash, she clasped her hand to her mouth when she saw Théo falling.

The mysterious stranger was the first to reach the boy, and Valae drew in a shaking breath. Valae took a few steps forward and looked down at the Rancor, she assumed that it was still alive… and made sure not to get too close. “I-it’s still… alive?” She asked, looking for confirmation.

 

[Naamah Aesham]

(7)
[member="Valiens Nantaris"]


Lovely. Inquisition taught its acolytes valuable lessons. Such as self-control. Truly, until recently Naamah had not taken them to heart. Outwardly she remained calm, thugh internally she cursed the chieftain when he inadvertently foiled her getaway. So much for sneaking out without being spotted.


The wind brushed against her face as she turned around, kissing her skin. "Jaeger. Livia Jaeger," she said laconically, since she knew better than to use her real name. She made a mental note to change her face once she'd left this godsforsaken planet behind her. Fortunately that was fairly simple for a Clawdite.


"You'll have your work cut out for you. Place is crawling with beasties and ferals. Keeping a blaster functional in the jungle's a queen," she commented as an aside. However, the serenity in the village was abruptly broken the sharp crack of gunfire, accompanied by shouts and cries of pain in the far distance! As it turned out, it seemed the Rangers would not have to walk long to get a fight.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Objective: Lived to tell the Tale ..?

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Krux Mullarus"]

(11)

Although he had tried to jump clear as the Rancor came crashing to the ground, Théo ended up rolling and sprawled on the ground. His head snapped up to look for the vast beast and saw it's head laying only a meter away from his legs. With a massive sign of relief, Théo closed his eyes and let his body slump back to the ground. No crushed legs! Thank the force..

The heroic man that would be known as Krux, came to his side to help him up. "I am okay, thanks", he allowed the man to take him by the arm, and pulling his legs back under himself, Théo stood up a slight groan escaping his lips from an ache in the back. He could see that Valae was okay as well, standing near the Rancor to see if it was still alive. "It should be Valae, I only stun it with the shock wave and father helped too". he said in his usual jesting. Father!? Théo's face dropped and the blood drained away from his face.

"Papa?", he inquired softly while walking over to him, not really knowing how his father was going to react. "Don't .. d. don't tell .. Mama?". Théo lowered his gaze shuffling his feet in the dirt, a hand raised and rubbed the back of his neck, he felt so very awkward.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Location: Downed Republic Starship
Objective: 3 - These Jedi are fething insane
Allies: Valae Kitrahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/10090-valae-kitra/ / Thurion Heavenshield / Théodred Heavenshield
Enemies: The wrath of Papa
Post 5/20

Krux seemed to emit a smile from beneath his mask. It was evident through the eyeholes when his eyes seemed to squish together like most people do when they smile. Only [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] would have seen it if he was really paying attention, but it was rare these days for a smile to escape the disturbed ex-Sith's lips. He felt some comfort - even some personal satisfaction with himself - that he helped a kid not get eaten by a Rancor.

However, the smile faded when the kid addressed the Silver Grandmaster as 'Papa'. His eyes diluted a bit. Papa? By the Force, this kid's Heavenshield's son? I...saved Heavenshield's son's life....Is that enough to prove I have good intentions now?

He simply stood by and watched for a moment, recognizing [member="Valae Kitra"] from outside of the Voss Academy with his old enemy, the white-haired Sykes. Heavenshield's Padawan? Perhaps he could find a friend in her. A friend in anyone would be nice, really. It didn't help his reputation around Voss that he was a loner. He had to show the other Jedi he was different now. The Dark Side still tainted his aura and face, but like it always was, his heart was pure.

His indigo eyes trailed behind him again and examined the 'stunned' Rancor. He didn't trust it, still. If it woke back up, it would no doubt try to kill them all again. Sure, it was life, but dangerous life. Like the Sith, Krux had come to learn. They had lives. They could be nice people. They usually just chose not to, and the galaxy would be better off without them. The Jedi were beginning to show him that he was wrong about them. They were never slaves to their Code and Republic. They just value self-control, something the sith neglected and expected from their own, which led to Krux's inevitable downfall.

Keeping an eye on the Rancor, Krux decided to stop acting like such a loner and approached the group. He didn't remove his mask - no, he was ashamed of the face that was crafted of the Dark Side. Only those he trusted would see the shame written upon his face, or they would see it when the shame was gone. "Is everybody else okay?" was all he asked, figuring they were all fine since they were standing. He expected [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] recognize his unique aura from Toola, where even then it was more of a mix of Light and Dark than the other Sith that were with him that day. If not, perhaps 'Mysterious Strange Padawan with the Mask' would suffice while he slowly studied the Light Side and centered himself.

Only then could he show the Sith how wrong they were about the Jedi. Only then could he free Setzi Lunelle from her prison within the dark, ravaged spirit of Darth Azurea.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Objective: Locate Master Ru's dwelling.

[member="Rasu Gan"] | [member="Matsu Ike"] | [member="Karen Roberts"] | [member="Sochi Ru"] | [member="Aika Kawakami"]

(12)

There would be no straight answers to come from Master Gan, but plenty of unfetted emotions which would be enough to give thought to the events. Master Kawakami, sensed it, as she spoke telling them to prepare for news or findings that would see through to the truth. Abaigeal is not strong enough or did not know Master Ru well enough to 'sense' her recent visit to this place, but one thing became clear to her ..

"Master Gan, this .. ", she waved her arm slightly around her to the bodies, "Was done recently, if .. if this slaughter was done by Sochi .. then .. she is .. alive?", she had to be, no ghost can do this. But how could this be?

Master Gan said nothing, her mind totally focused on finding out the truth. Abaigeal moved away to give her solitude to seek answers. The darkness of the place almost made her sick to the stomach, there is a thread of a connection to the events here and she sensed that. Although she could not put a finger on it, or grasp it but the force was telling Abaigeal there is a connect, somehow .. to her old master. Kaine Zambrano.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast
Yeats​

The Year of Blood, part II
Objective 1: Defend Local Communities (apprehension and arrest of Dace Terrix)
Post 3 of 20

F E L U C I A
24 Hours Earlier

The E'ron-class corvette rested on the landing pad outside the now bustling star port.

It seemed the Pantoran's own fool's errand wasn't the only bit of business that the Coalition had with Felucia at the moment. The Pandoran and his Antarian Ranger cohorts had arrived at the jail where they'd been told the prisoner awaited transport back to Voss-Ka.

Just one problem. The prisoner wasn't in his cell.

The door lock didn't show any signs of tampering. It's cipher showed only authorized users cycling in or out of the cell. Notably, the last entry before the prisoner had gone missing was a night guard on duty when the jail's manning was at its lowest levels. The thing is, he had no explanation for why he'd opened the door, and didn't recall doing so.

For his part, the young Pantoran kept his mouth shut until after the Rangers and he had stepped back outside. It seemed their simple mission for the Jedi Council had evolved into a far more complex issue. This was now a fugitive hunt.

And, what it was NOT, was the hunt for some AgriCorps worker. "He's a Jedi." There was no preamble. No conversation. Just a point blank statement of what, as far as the boy was concerned, was flat fact at this point.

He could practically feel the tension. Envision the look that the two Rangers were sharing behind his back. "He was a Jedi," Borgar stated finally.

Taking a step back, the boy rotated back to look up at the two taller, older men. "He fought at Ziost," the Ranger supplied, demonstrating at least a passive level of familiarity with their fugitive. And probably more than just that. "After his master was killed, he wasn't the same person anymore."

The boy might have asked why the subterfuge, but that more or less answered itself. Jedi who left the Order were rare, notable events. Scandalous affairs generally. The Silver Jedi wouldn't want to bring any negative attention to a shell-shocked veteran, and likewise they wouldn't want to publicize the notion that the war with the Primeval was wearing down their ranks.

It also suggested that the Jedi didn't consider the man a real threat. They'd sent a boy to get him, supported by only two Rangers. If the Council had thought Dace to have gone off the reservation, or fallen to the Dark Side, they wouldn't have sent Boo. They'd have dispatched [member="George O Rourke"] or maybe even [member="Kei Amadis"].

"The Silver Council sent him to Saleucami, hoping he might re-discover who he was," Borgar stated, laying a hand down on the Pantoran's shoulder as he added, "When he disappeared, everyone felt it might be for the best."

"-tt-" the child uttered, a click of his tongue betraying the souring mood at the revelation that his instincts had been right. The Silver Council hadn't told him everything. Or, really, anything about the situation. They were apprehending a trained Jedi. That was KIND OF an important detail to share! "I'd hardly call this 'the best,'" the youngling deadpanned dryly.

Aklas, the other Ranger, seemed to want to believe as well. "The Felucians calling us," the man commented. "That had to be him. He wants to come home."

The young Pantoran crossed his arms in front of his chest, head down as he pondered that statement for a moment. "...or he wants us to walk into a trap."

Way to think positive, Boo.

 

[Lief]

OBJECTIVE TWO: Post One

Mysa had been trying to do more for the Galaxy and the Sanctum she called home. Her experience on Midvinter with the Vinterbound had left her rather afraid of rejoining them on their excursions, but enough time had passed now that she was willing to give it another shot. Felucia was not a world she had ever seen before, and it was beautiful to behold. Swampy, with spores lighting up the sky and large mushrooms growing within thick jungles, it was a difficult terrain to venture through, yet she did her best to keep up.

Once again she was not journeying alongside [member='Thurion Heavenshield'] or [member='Coci Heavenshield'] - Mysa did not want to distract them from the task at hand, so she had opted to join a party who were trekking into one of the Felucian communities. Mysa had been informed that the people had lost their way, that darkness corrupted them and clouded their vision, goading them into doing unthinkable things, and harming the people as a whole. She had leapt at the chance to help guide them back toward the light.

Her boots were caked in thick mud, skin lacerated from the swipe of vines which hung low from trees, and truth be told the girl was exhausted, but she pushed on. There was no way to gain experience like this without actually immersing herself within it. She wanted to be a good Jedi, she wanted to help and heal. Which meant being practical. Which meant trying.

Finally they reached the encampment. It was smaller than some of the others the world had to offer, yet it seemed seeped in Bogan-energies. So much so that Mysa physically recoiled when they began to get closer. "Quieten and calm your mind, little one," one of the Jedi she accompanied whispered, "Remember your training; we will not let anything happen to you."

Steeling herself, Mysa and the others crossed the threshold of the camp and were immediately met with distrust and hostility from the natives. The little girl found herself stepping closer to the Jedi who had given her such encouraging words, her eyes were wide and unblinking. There were enough of the Jedi to keep the Felucians from attacking. They didn't look scary but Mysa could sense the darkness which had seeped into them and she found it stressful to endure their company. Still, they were not here for her benefit. They were here to redeem them, to free them from corruptions grasp.

While the Jedi got to work, aiding the community, speaking with them, attempting to reason with them, Mysa wandered through the camp. She didn't stray too far from the group, who knew what would happen if a bold Felucian or two decided to whittle down the Jedi's numbers, after all. There she came across some of the younger members of the society, and the closer she got the less they radiated the darkness. Mysa found this oddly reassuring. Somehow they were resisting the allures; perhaps it was their innocence.

"Hello" Mysa said, keeping her voice quiet so as not to alarm them, "I'm Mysa; we're here to help get things back to normal." She smiled, and it was genuine, before crouching down to their height. Their young were surprisingly smaller than Mysa, despite her age. "Do you know how long they've been like this?" she asked, gesturing to the adults of the tribe who even the younger Felucians seemed to be avoiding. Their response was worrying; their corruption had come out of nowhere, seemingly overnight, though there was talk of other tribes further out having been developing it for weeks.

While they had not fallen, the youngsters were still tainted. Well, Mysa would not be able to help the bulk of this community, she was having to fight to keep herself at peace even here on the outskirts of the village - best she leave that to the older Jedi. But the youngsters? Those she could definitely assist. "Sit with me" she offered, her tone soft and welcoming, "and close your eyes. I'll help you to feel better." Mysa likewise did the same, and began to lead the little ones in meditation. She didn't know how effective it would be long term, but hopefully if the other Jedi did their work well it would tide them over until the light returned.

 

[Jsc]

Women of the Past
Embers in the Forest p4

She turned her mask slowly as [member="Abaigeal E'ron"] spoke the words. Half hearing them. Half echo. ..."Then she is alive"...

"...What?"

Roberts turned and stumbled in thought. Stopping her patrol to view the massacre with a new sound. Did she just say, alive? But. That didn't add up. This, this... graveyard. These bones? Could this really be the handiwork of the woman with whom Karen felt such a tiny spark of sisterhood. Surly the Master Sochi Ru would never do such a thing. No. This was not the penmanship of a Jedi Master. These cuts. These burns. It couldn't be. Oh no. This whole thing just wasn't making any sense.

Karen looked to [member="Rasu Gan"] . Seeing her whole body through the bleeding blue eyes of her silver helm. Watching her kneel down to ponder anew. Then she turned and looked at the others. [member="Matsu Ike"] and [member="Aika Kawakami"] . Did they have nothing else to offer to this mess? This estranged manhunt for the story of the dead.

"Sisters, surely?"

She raised her hands as if to question all of them at once,

"Surely you cannot believe that this massacre is the work of a long dead Master? Does it really stand to reason that such a woman of merit as Master Ru could do this black thing? Have we lost her memory so completely. That now we must defile it?"

Her mask swiveled and turned. Looking at each new woman in turn. Did they really believe that Sochi could do such a thing?

"Please. Master Gan."

She walked over the bones of the dead with her arms held out wide. Looking to the trees as if to implore the sleeping Rasu back into this world

"Master Gan. Tell us? ...What is going on here? What are you seeing?"

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Location: Republic Wreckage
Objective: Not Tell Mama
Allies: [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Krux Mullarus"]
Enemies: One sleeping Rancor
Post: 5

When Théo approached him Thurion appeared as if disappointed with his son, but he couldn't keep the smile away for long and embraced the poor boy. "I'll tell her how you saved us all from getting eaten," he whispered. "You did good, son." As he stood back up Thurion eyed the stranger who'd helped them. The man's presence was familiar to him, yet different from how he remembered it. He could sense the conflict going on inside him, torn between wanting to be closer to the light yet thinking himself a slave of darkness. Approaching him, Thurion observed the man for a bit until finally extending a hand.

"Thank you for your assistance, friend," he shook the man's hand. "We're lucky you came along when you did."

Spoiler

OOC: Pardon the short reply.

 

[Lief]

OBJECTIVE TWO: Post Two

"Just breathe in, nice and slow" she murmured, trying not to get too immersed herself... She had to keep her wits about her, and make sure that the Felucians were meditating properly. Otherwise it wouldn't work. And Mysa wanted it to work. She wanted these poor people to be back at a more neutral state, they didn't even have to end up as light as she and the Jedi... She just didn't want them to be corrupted anymore. Because the Felucians weren't naturally that way.

For their part, the child-Felucians actually adjusted to the idea of meditation faster even than Mysa had when she'd first arrived on Voss; then again, these were a peaceful people compared to humans, more at one with nature. It shouldn't have surprised her at all.

Behind her the raised voices of the Felucians had begun to settle as the Jedi slowly managed to get through to them. Mysa could've allowed herself to be distracted, she wanted to watch and make sure everything was okay, but she had a duty to tend to now. So instead she inhaled slowly and focused back in on the youngsters. "Free your mind of any worries, unburden the stress, and feel your body lighten." It was difficult to explain, but that was genuinely how it felt to Mysa whenever she meditated, as if a thousand pounds had just been lifted from her shoulders.

Hopefully they would understand what she meant. Opening one eye she saw the telltale signs of meditation and felt their presence in the Force begin to neutralise. But behind her the darker energies still lay rampant, and Mysa had to keep working at pushing it away from her. She was only young, and the Darkside of the Force was very tempting.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Location: Downed Republic Starship
Objective: 3 - We love Papa
Allies: [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] / [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] / [member="Valae Kitra"]
Enemies: N/A
6/20

When the bearded Grandmaster's eyes set themselves on him, Krux didn't feel a sting of fear and anxiety this time. Sure, he had a brief moment where he swore he saw snow fall from the sky surrounded by Jedi and Sith aching to slay each other, but this time, as he watched the experienced Jedi Master embrace his son...Krux couldn't help but feel admiration. He reminded him of Connor.

For a second, he even considered taking his mask off, but decided not to complicate the moment. He nodded, "I-..." and shook Heavenshield's hand, "Thank you. If...there is nothing else you need, I have a question. Did any of you three find any Jedi Relics on board the ship?"

Relics to Mullarus could be just about anything that would help him meditate. Even inanimate objects carried memories of the past on them. What Krux really wanted, however, was to find some old lightsabers that belonged to Jedi. This time, he didn't want to use the provided parts found at the Voss Academy for his new lightsaber. He wanted parts that have been used by Jedi before already infused with the Light Side of the Force. He figured Felucia wouldnt be the only stop for parts. He already recovered a green kyber crystal from Lothal, now he just needed the actual parts.

It actually felt somewhat fun and was an enlightening experience to hunt these parts down. Already, he was meeting Jedi who proved that even after how they knew of his past with the Sith, as long as he walked the Path of the Jedi now, he would have forgiveness.

 

[Darth Libertas]

(8)


The lizard woman was supposed to be dead. All her information clearly indicated that Naamah had been sucked into the Netherworld and not returned. A fitting punishment for someone who had fallen so far from the expectations of the Inquisition, for she was a disgrace to the order. Sumiko herself had cleaned up her mess on Terminus.


Naamah's last victim had been found by the Atrisian after she put her savage Reavers to the sword. Yet the presence was unmistakeable when Sumiko made her way through the village that now seemed to be flooded with Rangers and mercenaries of all sorts.


Cold eyes narrowed as she focused upon the shifter, who was right now wearing the face of a pale brunette. Her strength in the Force was just a sliver of what it had once been. Clearly Chaos had humbled her. For just a moment, Sumiko half-seriously debated taking her out, but they were in public. Moreover, there were Jedi around, though the scruffy Scotchman probably did not know who he was chatting with. Ratting her out was not something Sumiko would do though. No, it was a family matter and the Inquisition dealt with its own on its own terms.


The shadows wrapped around Sumiko, enveloping her in an aura of mundanity as she drastically reduced her Force Signature. She heard shouts and sounds of gunfire coming from the distance, accompanied by cries of pain. Quickly native militia and Rangers raced to the defences of the village. Amidst the chaos, Sumiko calmly disappeared from the scene. She would be sending a message to Mirien in due time.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Objective: Lived to tell the Tale ..?

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Krux Mullarus"]

(13)


"Mother will not believe that for a moment", Theo said embracing his father. "but thank you Papa". As the embraced ended, Theo stepped aside so father could speak to the stranger. He seemed friendly enough, and very handy to have around Rancor. But what's with the mask? masks seem to be the fashion of the day around the Sanctum at the moment, and so naturally, Theo wanted one!

"I didn't see any relics, only lots of broken metal and old blasters but then I .. we .. kinda got distracted", he looked over to the 'sleeping' Rancor, now resting with peace, for now .. except for the occasional low rumbling growl or was it a snore? However, the Antarian Rangers had the Rancor in hand now and it should pose no more danger.

The old republic ship however, well that was a death trap if ever there was one. And that was enough enticement to send Theo back in there, but maybe a different part of the ship would be more prudent.

 

[Willa Isard]

10/20
Ranger's Compound

THeir construction and defense building had not gone unnoticed now. Some of the creatures had come out while Willa was working and set off the turrets that were shooting. THe smokey sight of the arkley as its shell was riddled with holes before the small team made it to the tower and wall. At least their things were working before she pushed off with some of the attention going to the walls they were constructing sections of the walls up. THe interior of the base designed for landing inside along with the landers from Phenex while she motioned with her hand. "They are testing the walls, work on getting the rest of the outer defenses up and double patrols. We'll keep the construction droids going to get the rest up." She was working with them and the projector shotgun they had for testing she held but remained at the ready to protect their assets with.