Jungle Fever (SSC Dominion of Felucia)

[Matsu Ike]

Locate Sochi Ru's Dwellings
[member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Abaigeal E'ron"] [member="Rasu Gan"] [member="Aika Kawakami"] [member="Sochi Ru"]
11/20

Matsu looked at Karen and all the things they had there while she spoke. Hearing the others. "It could easily be a long dead master. We've encountered several things before and there are some others in the galaxy." She moved around looking at the bodies more while the probes that had been released were relaying information they could use while tracking. "There is movement heading away from here." She brought up the map but the probes were getting the visual moving of trees over heat and being right there. She listened to a little more raising an eyebrow. "As to Sochi, brain worms could bring her body back under the control of a queen, sith magics, zelosian night worms, the muralama, rozzum possession, energy vampire thrall, well placed use of healing crystal with memory rubs, flow walking, force rituals, flash cloning and possession, necromancy and there are other things." The list could go on with ways to resurrect, with ways to fake and corrupt one turning them into a killers the least of which didn't involve a mistake that saw the jedi trying to burn a living woman alive. Matsu remained there looking over some of the things before went up a little higher. "We can speculate all we want but if we want to find out we should find Sochi or what might be pretending to be here. The body and presence might remain but her mind her soul are gone leaving only a husk for dark forces to play with. Or she might be back with new memories, or possessed by a brain worm." Really it could be anything/ "Or one of several zombie types within the galaxy."

 

[Micah tol Powl]

For he comes, the human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
From a world more full of weeping than he can understand
Yeats​

The Year of Blood, part II
Objective 1: Defend Local Communities (apprehension and arrest of Dace Terrix)
Post 4 of 20
(those are not the Sith tags you're looking for... *hand waves* *hand waves*)

THE ANCIENT ABYSS
One Hour Earlier

The ancient abyss was a living monolith.

The mouth of a truly massive sarlaac that took the form of a monstrous crevice carved out of the planet's very crust, creating a horrific valley of tentacles, spines, and gapping maws. "Not exactly the kind of spot I'd retire to," Borgar deadpanned from over the boy's shoulder.

They'd spent the last day tracking him. And he was good. So good, in fact, that some of the clues that they'd picked up on were conspicuously apparent. It reinforced, at least in the Pantoran's mind, that this man wasn't so interested in being found as he was in leading them.

The ancient abyss was a trap. One he might have used as well. "You're assuming he's retired," the youth noted, crouching down on the ledge overlooking the planet's own mouth. "What kind of Jedi was he?"

"Normal kind I suppose..." Borgar began, as though uncertain what the question was.

Standing, the Pantoran turned to look back at the man. "No, I mean are we dealing with a Silver Guardian? Silver Consular?"

"Oh he was a Sha..." Borgar began, before pausing awkwardly. "Guardian."

The boy grit his teeth as his eyes narrowed. He could feel the anger starting to slip through his control, feel the Dark Side of the Force whispering to him. But he caught himself, and pushed those emotions back inside. "No more lies," the boy uttered simply. Directly. As he raised his eyes up at Borgar.

The man cleared his throat uncomfortably.

It was Aklas who answered finally. "Shadow," the other Ranger supplied, glancing over at Borgar as if to apologize, and then down to the floor as though he'd failed some oath. When he looked back at the boy, he said, "He's a... He was a Silver Shadow."

That wasn't an option that the Pantoran knew of. Guardian, yes. Consular, absolutely. Sage, only if they were lucky. Sentinel, rare. But Shadow? What the Hutt-loving feth was a Silver Shadow? And why had he never heard of such a thing? Or, was that exactly the answer to the question. All governments engaged in spying, after all. "Is that what I think it is?" the boy asked flatly.

Now it was Aklas' turn to clear his throat uncomfortably.

"They're not publicly known, if that's what you mean, sir," Borgar stated.

Great. Not only was their AgriCorps worker a trained Jedi, he was a trained agent as well. This whole thing was a trap, and the Silver Council had played right into his hand.

And, spoiler alert, they were the hand!

"-tt-" the boy uttered, clicking his tongue. When he got back to Voss, if he got back to Voss, he and Master Heavenshield were going to have a very long conversation about this.

 

[Willa Isard]

Ranger's Compound
12/20

THe compound was looking better, more then that as Willa stood n the wall she was able to see clearly in some places while the moat around them was mostly filled with traps minus the energy bridge leading to it. A good way to deter the creatures while giving their men a way to see things coming. She'd have to work and get cameras going up for all of them with sensors but Willa was a little proud of her men while they were moving around underfoot. "Keep working on the buildings and reinforcing the walls, I want the pathways for patrols to have nearly a full view of everything and the central area open." She had learned from some mistakes for sneaking around and giving multiple points a locations could be seen from would come in handy.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

https://youtu.be/vTSeR72hJYk​

The Year of Blood, part II
Objective 1: Defend Local Communities (apprehension and arrest of Dace Terrix)
Post 5 of 20
(those are not the Sith tags you're looking for... *hand waves* *hand waves*)

His head slammed against the durasteel bulkhead.

An hour of walking down a sarlaac's gullet, they'd come across a crashed shuttle amid the horrific landscape of the ancient abyss. They'd found what they were looking for. Or, he found them. That point still remained to be seen, as the individual seemed lost in a way that even the young Pantoran -- exposed as he was to the Sith, to the Primeval, to ancient practitioners of the Dark Side of the Force -- could not comprehend. No intent, really. No conscious manifestation of ill-will. Just pure chaos. Madness.

Stars danced in front of his eyes, a dark abyss calling at him from his peripheral vision as the young Pantoran began to black out. Pain seared through what remained of his consciousness, as the hand pressing him into the metal came away and was replaced by a fist. Then another.

Through fluttering, swelling eyelids, the bloodied youth could see the torn, tattered bodies of two Antarian Rangers on the ground. Borgar and Aklas, dead by the hand of a man they'd fought beside on Ziost. A man they'd helped to pull from out of the rubble when the battle had turned sour and the Coalition had come out on the losing side of victory.

And laughter.

Unreasoned, babbling laughter -- like that of a mad hatter -- as one hit after another pushed him closer and closer to the edge of darkness. So he let himself. Slip into the cold, unforgiving, familiar embrace of darkness. Falling into shadow...

There is no scream of rage. Twisting away from the bloodied section of wall, the child was no longer the boy he wished to be, but the monster he had been. The Dark Side flowed freely through him. A knife hand snaked up, knocking aside the incoming punch as the young Pantoran ducked low and sent the flat of his palm driving up into the man's solar plexus. As the man doubled over, a backflip powered a solid wheelhouse kick straight to the jaw.

The sound of bone breaking resonated somewhere past the distant gaze of the tweenage assassin.

He could feel the ice spreading across his body. The Dark Rage fueling a renewed vigor that freed the emotions he'd kept bottled up inside. As he landed back on his feet, the child's eyes were devoid of any light. Coming up in a mantis-pose, the youngling struck his hands out as though he were invoking the lightning of the Sith.

But electricity wasn't his element.

As the mad, former Jedi lurched forward, the heat was quickly siphoned away from his body, from his very breath. His flesh took on a pale, blue color as ice began forming around his body. Muscles contracted painfully, bringing him to his knees in a grimace that contorted his features into unnatural levels of anguish.

He was dying.

The boy was killing him. Not all at once. Slowly. Piece by piece. As the cold set in. Frostbite, followed by organs struggling to survive. Tissues tearing as ice crystals formed inside of the body. Between the layers of the skin.

Anger. Malice. Hatred. He felt each of them, calling. Beckoning to him. Whispering for him to dance with them on the edge that separated darkness from shadow.

Gritting his teeth, the boy gasped as some part of him awakened. That small sliver of the light that had been nurtured and encouraged by those like [member="Coci Heavenshield"]. He had his obligations to the council. He had his obligations to avenge Borgar and Aklas. Justice? Or vengence? Which would he choose?

There is no emotion, there is peace.

Peace is a lie, there is only passion.​

There is no passion, there is serenity.

Through passion, I gain strength.​

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

Through strength, I gain power.​

There is no chaos, there is harmony.

Through power, I gain victory.​

There is no death, there is the Force

The Force shall free me.​

Pulling away, the boy stopped himself from going any further.

With a gurgling gasp, the half-frozen man collapsed onto the ground, his body twisted up into a fetal ball as he shivered uncontrollably. Half-dead, but still half-alive as well. "Mercy..." the man sputtered. It was remarkable that he still had the will to talk. "...mercy... pl... please..."

Breathing deeply, the boy sucked down air as he tried to catch his breath. Stretching out a hand, he felt the leather-wrapped handle of his lightsaber smack into the meat of his palm. Staring down at the man, the boy looked down on the withered, pathetic mass writhing at his feet. "I'm not going to kill you," the boy offered coldly, as he slowly began backing away.

"But I don't have to save you."

From out of one of the sarlaac's many maws, a tongue-like tentacle snaked out through the air. By the time the man realized what was happening, he was already in the grip of the creature. The scream came as he was lifted up into air, pulled down beneath the ground.

 

[Lief]

OBJECTIVE TWO: Part Three

For a time everything seemed quiet; not silent, the Jedi behind her were still talking, but peaceful... Even with the corruption rampant in the air. But all at once one of the Felucians began to shout. Mysa couldn't make out what was being said, it was spoken far too quickly for her to comprehend, yet she could tell that it wasn't a good sign. More and more of the thickly accented beings joined in, and Mysa was quick to rise up from the ground.

Turning she saw the tiny beings in uproar, as if a madness had gripped them. Thankfully the children did not join in. One of the Felucians, brandishing a spear-like weapon, tried to stab at a Jedi Knight. Mysa was reminded of the Vinterbound all over again, while the Felucians may have been tiny and not at all imposing she had seen first hand what desperation did to people. She had killed a Vinterbound in the heat of the moment, there was nothing stopping the natives from butchering them.

She reached for her lightsaber, still only a training hilt which would do little more than stun, but one glance from the Master leading the excursion told her to keep back. Naturally she did as she was being instructed, even if said instructions were not verbal, and instead turned toward the children. "Come with me" she said, offering one hand and using the other to keep a firm grasp on her lightsaber. She didn't want anything bad to happen. While she doubted the natives would kill their own kind, in the madness which could soon follow collateral damage was a very high possibility, "I'll keep you safe, and my friends will help your families."

All of the children save one came willingly; but the one was screaming, and an older child had to lift him from the ground in order to carry him away from the impending conflict. Kicking and screaming the boy continued to resist, but Mysa was undeterred. She may not have been able to help the older people, but she could protect the next generation, the future of the tribe.

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Objective: Discover the ruins of the Republic and Confederacy Clone Wars conflict
Post: 6/20
[member="Thurion Heavenshield"], [member="Théodred Heavenshield"], [member="Krux Mullarus"]

Valae stepped over towards the mysterious stranger that had come to their aid. Now that she had a moment to see him without the threat of an angry rancor, she realized that she had seen him before. She recalled one of her first days at the Silver Temple, and the image of the man with the mask came to her mind. He had been standing alone that day, and it appeared that he had been traveling alone this day.

So the only thing they had stumbled across so far was a Rancor, she was hoping that their next discovery would be less frightening. It appeared that Théo was now ready for another round of exploration, and Valae followed him back into the ship. This time she would be keeping her eyes open and her senses sharp, she didn’t want to be the next one to happen upon another sleeping creature. She motioned for the stranger to follow them, and she decided that she should introduce herself.

“I’m Valae,” She offered Krux a smile. “I’ve seen you around the temple, haven’t I?”

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Location: Downed Republic Starship
Objective: 3 - Forrealthistime
Allies: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] / @Theodred Heavenshield / [member="Valae Kitra"]
Enemies: N/A
7/20

Krux felt some comfort in seeing the two other Padawans begin making their way back to the starship. He had intended to go inside until the Rancor showed up. Now, he wouldn't have to go it alone again. Perhaps he could finally start making friends among the Jedi and start putting his past fully behind him.

But the past won't be completely behind me as long as Setzi remains haunting my dreams...

When the woman he recognized from the Temple from early in his defection motioned for him to go with them, he nodded, following the two of them. He remained at the rear until she began to speak to him. "Yes" he said, "You have, as I have seen you. You were with Audren, who was startled at my presence, which I expected." he refrained from mentioning that was because he and Audren crossed blades in battle because Krux was a Sith at that time. That was his past life. "I am Krux. Tell me, Valae, are you new to the Force, or just the Light Side of it?"

As he spoke to Valae, his eyes watched Theodred curiously. Hopefully the boy wouldn't spawn another Rancor - or any other beast, for that matter. He wasn't sure if either of these two Padawans had lightsabers. Krux was not used to fighting without one, so he still felt naked without one. Hopefully I can find most of the parts I need here...

 

[Mother Askani]

(2)

From one mind to another, what became of Rasu's emotions melded entirely into the Togrutas. It had been such a long time...of those who remained, from massacre to take place at her own memorial, took back their position of following behind the exotic woman for all she was now. Before she was an embodiment of the lightside, completely pushing back the hold the darkside had taken over the Felucian community. Now, she only magnified it.

Within the village, they surrounded her, barking a language that very few would understand. Such a sound would travel down to the bone. To them she had returned from the afterlife to guide them once more, amplifying a connection which drove them insane. A small group of three would approach her, carrying large orb like structures. In fact they were plants, native to this world and long valued amongst their culture. For every chieftan had denser flesh than the others...she too would have such. The sap of these plants were combined with dye of multiple, translucent like colors.

Patterns would be painted onto her figure in different shades. Her already exotic appearance was magnified as she embodied the world of Felucia. These plants however were unusual to her, she enjoyed flora and she studied such here but these she never came across. It was unique, and it excited her for what they were capable of. However such a ceremony wouldn't last long. She organized a group of hunters, and they led a raid on a nearby farm not too far away. She felt these lands belong strictly to the indigenous people, the other native race she didn't consider such. In truth she had the farm burn and what few people who lived there captured.

Before long she had them transferred to the Ancient Abyss, where they would be executed to reinstate a forgotten tradition. The bodies would be left, and the tribe moved. At this point she noticed that her skin was becoming hard in the painted areas, something that brought forth interest.

"Show me where you obtained those plants."

[member="Rasu Gan"] | [member="Abaigeal E'ron"] | [member="Aika Kawakami"] | [member="Karen Roberts"] | [member="Matsu Ike"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

(9)


Siobhan was not on Felucia. As a matter of fact, she was far away from the jungle planet. There had been a certain urge on her part to accompany [member="Abaigeal E'ron"], but she had been able to suppress it.


For one, it would only impede her adoptive daughter's growth if her mother kept hovering over her. Especially now that she had rejoined the Jedi. Her little angel was a big girl and could take care of herself. Besides, she wasn't flying a cruiser this time, so there was little chance of her crashing.


She was sitting in her training room in a meditative position. Her hands were enclosed around a small, black stone pyramid that radiated dark power. The holocron of Xerexes, the evil Sith Master who'd made [member="Coryth Elaris"]' life hell and then been tortured and killed by Siobhan. The artefact began to glow and the hologram of a man in dark robes manifested. Sio's eyes narrowed as she beheld the arrogance reflected in his.


That would change. Not in this thread, but eventually. Like, probably in a big thread dedicated to it, but this writer felt like doing a cameo. "I ripped your spine out and sent you to hell," she hissed coldly. "It's time you and I had a chat."

 

[Rayliav'enci]

Objective: Locate Ruins
Allies: [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]
3/20

The GPS coordinated with the Rangers, Raylia and Kurayami headed off into the forest towards the direction where Raylia's research supposed that had been the battleground where Master Secura had fallen to Order 66. The remains and artifacts, if there were any to be found after the battle would have been ripe for treasure seekers, although the location was on her side. The wilds of Felucia were not for the inexperienced.

The spot Raylia lead them to was about 2 kilometers from the site the other team was heading to, and so their route through the foliage had been an altogether different experiences. Raylia was nearly as taken with the wildlife as she was the reason for the mission, and her green eyes seemed to dazzle a the introduction of each new tree and animal she saw.
"It's a wonder I never became a biologist. This place is amazing."

 

[Kal'n Drasco]

Objective: Guide the Felucian Warrios to the Lightside

2/20 [[member="George O Rourke"]]

Kal'n moved along as quickly as he dared, doing his best to follow the trail before him. However, he was no expert in moving silently or following trails, and as it was, he left an easy trail for anyone to follow. Still, it didn't matter too much, he was coming from a large contingent of fellow Jedi, it was unlikely that an enemy would come from behind him.

After sometime he felt the presence of the force warriors ahead of him, the presence of his friend blended and merged with the others. This was due to Kal'n's lack of ability to separate out the individual. He could do it, but only with time.

When George dropped in front of him, Kal'n stifled a shout of surprise and recoiled back. So, he thought, perhaps I'm not as good as I think I am. He twinged inwardly that he was surprised so easily. But, such was the case when you spent your time studying.

"Yes, it has." He nodded and whispered to George. "What are we dealing with here." He asked, gesturing ahead of them where he felt the presence of the force warriors.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Objective:Locate Ruins
Allies:[member="Rayliav'enci"]
3/20

As soon as Raylia told him that the GPS had synced with the Rangers, Kurayami put his helmet back in place, sealing it. It took a moment for the HUD to come back online but as soon as it did he looked around and tested the zoom feature. All seemed to be working just fine, though he didn't test the comms as he rarely had issue with those, besides Raylia was the better at talking to others in pretty much any given situation.

Given the short delay in his HUD coming back online he was a couple steps behind Raylia. He was not as focused on the plants and animals around them as she was. It did look to be a more diverse ecosystem than he had originally given it credit for on the way in. Of course they were now walking through the foliage instead of skimming by at a few hundred kilometers an hour, so it was much easier to make out more than general shapes. He was interested to see the site to see just how everything had gone down. Kurayami wondered if the site would have been disturbed in the near one thousand year time between the enacting of Order 66 and them landing here. Surely at least natives had take some things from the ruins right? Food supplies or the like at least.

Since he had never been the best navigator on the ground, he followed her lead. She was one of a select few whom he trusted inherently. It was a long walk, but he didn't mind, besides he had a traveling companion who knew plenty about Felucia. This is why he remained mostly silent during the trek, not because he was thinking on other things, but because he was listening to her giving random tidbits of information on some plant she had read about or some local wildlife. What really caught his attention during this was her description of the natives, the acklay, and of course the rancors that roamed the forested planet. The first seemed easy enough to deal with in his mind, couple shots and they were no more threat. The acklay and rancors though...well he had heard stories of the creatures before, and of them wiping out a couple squadrons at least before going down. Those two worried him and he hoped beyond hope that they did not encounter any on this trip or ever. Her quip about becoming a biologist brought a chuckle from Kurayami.

"I thought that 'archivist' and 'biologist' could always go hand in hand. I mean you certainly did your research based on everything you have told me so far, and I have met xenobiologists that haven't known as much about this place. So maybe you could consider it an honorary title? Also if you need a pilot to get you around I'm available for hire."

There was a levity to his voice when he spoke the first ad last parts. The bit about her knowing more than others he had met? Very true, though he couldn't remember if he met them drunk or sober...or if that even made much of a difference. Either way, he asked her to tell him more about the culture of the Felucian natives, it would be helpful for him to know if he needed to shut up in case they ran into any. He was also curious about Order 66, he knew the basics, but he was sure that she would have memorized the ins and outs of it long ago, but that was a question that might be better served when they reached the site. At least it would make sense to ask then.

 

[Aika Kawakami]

Objective: Find [member="Sochi Ru"]'s Dwelling
[member="Rasu Gan"] [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Abaigeal E'ron"]
(7/20)

Well, well....Things become more interesting. She's been here, you know.
Indeed, but it raises the question of why?

Her head leaned to the side as the icy blue iris' rolled in visual annoyance. Rasu was shocked by by the sensations flowing through her being that she was lost in the moment. Abaigeal couldn't feel much of anything, so she was lost. Karen was too busy trying to believe in the best in others. It was like they were all frozen in time, with the exception of Matsu. While the other were stuck in the moment, Matsu seemed ready to press forward in attempt to come closer to the truth. It was how she always was, and probably the only reason Aika hadn't completely distanced herself by this point. Still, with the way the others were reacting, it would make finding anything either take far too long, or utterly pointless.

"Why do we continue to waste time? It's quite obvious what has occurred here." The stone cold gaze of hers drifted to Karen and Abaigeal, head remaining cocked to the side as her expression went unchanged. "She has been here, that much is plain to see. Even you two, who share no connection to her can sense that much. But you..." Aika's eyes focused in on Rasu, who still carried the look of shock. "You and I can sense so much more, can't we? The time we spent with her created an unimaginable bond between us all. I have felt it, as I know you have as well. The question isn't if she was apart of this, but what was the catalyst for such events. You, the one who dashed forward as if leading to the light, can't even bring yourself to admit the truth. Matsu is correct. There are many ways to take control of another. But the likelihood that any of the ones she named is the culprit is quite unlikely. We all know the scenario that most likely preceded this. She's gone rouge." The corners of her lips stretched slightly as they turned to a grin, one reminiscent of a wicked witch. "Or, perhaps she has simply done as so many others chose, and given in to her....darker instincts. Well, my dear sister.. What do you think?"

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Objective: Discover the ruins of the Republic and Confederacy Clone Wars conflict
Post: 7/20
[member="Thurion Heavenshield"], [member="Théodred Heavenshield"], [member="Krux Mullarus"]

“I’m new to the force.” Valae said, looking back towards Krux. “New to everything, really.” She laughed softly. Her life on Tatooine had been fairly simple: wake up, tend to her father, mind the scrap yard, and go to bed. Now she was on an unfamiliar world, searching through the ruins of an old republic ship. “I’m still getting used to the idea of being a Jedi; it all feels like a dream.” She said with a smile.

Valae made her way around the ship, wandering off every now and then, but making sure to stay within earshot of the others. She peered into a nearby room, judging by the doors that lined the hallway, it appeared to be the crew quarters. The room was quite sparse, save for a metal footlocker against the wall. She moved closer and attempted to open it, but it was sealed shut. The padawan attempted to lift it, but it was far too heavy for her to move by herself. Now the curiosity was beginning to take hold, she wanted to know what was inside, if there was anything at all.

She walked back out into the hallway to see if anyone else had made any discoveries, and perhaps to find some assistance with the footlocker.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Location: Downed Republic Starship
Objective: 3 - Forrealthistime
Allies: Thurion Heavenshield / @Theodred Heavenshield / Valae Kitra
Enemies: N/A
8/20

New to everything. How pleasent, but equally terrifying. Valae had a lot of danger ahead of her if she planned to walk the Jedi path. Krux was only a Padawan of the Dark, but he'd trained students before, and boy could he lecture on why the Dark Side was nothing to play with.

He decided to spare her and nodded. Funny how it only felt like a few weeks ago he'd started his Sith career and stepped into the halls of Coruscant's Sith Academy and proved to the togruta Sith Lord he was most worthy to be his new apprentice.

The bastard who destroyed the life of a woman who never should have walked the path of darkness, and now likely thought Krux was dead.

Krux blinked, shaking his head and returning to reality. "A dream? Heh...if only I could feel the same..." If Mullarus had felt as if this was all a dream, he'd never have discovered how dangerous the Dark Side could be, he would still be happily living with Setzi Lunelle at his manor on Ragoon VI, and he'd probably be an official Sith Lord by now. Too bad none of that was allowed to happen, and now Krux was starting from square one again.

Once they entered the ship, Krux felt around. Not with his hands, but with the Force. There must have been more Jedi on Felucia with relics and lightsabers he could salvage. He searched a particular room that felt different from the rest. Drawers, the closet, desk, locker, bed. It looked partially ransacked already. There were some empty plasma gas cartridges in the locker, but no blaster. There was even an armband in the drawer by the bed, but he could find no evidence of anything Jedi related.

So Krux did what he liked to do in this stressful time of his life. He sat on the bed, lowered his masked face, closed his eyes, and began to meditate.

 

[George O Rourke]

[member="Kal'n Drasco"]

As Kal`n was startled by George's quick entrance he had moved back a few paces. It was good to see the old guy, but it was straight to business. "The native force users of Felucia, they are held up in a stronghold a head. They have had darkside teachings in the past and use these to pillage surrounding communities. I am trying to get in and see if I can talk some sense, or some light into these guys. But that isn't going to be easy... You up for it?" George replied as he continued to look forward sensing if there was anyone moving towards them.

George moved more into the bushes again as soon they would have a sweep of the surroundings and George didn't want to get caught up in that. The trees and long grass off the trail provided good cover for them to use getting into the base.

 

[Kal'n Drasco]

George O Rourke

Kal'n pursed his lips together in thought, recalling what he had read in both the briefing he received and what information he had collected on the journey here. Much of it was out-dated, but perhaps it could still be of use he thought. Tapping the bottom of his chin with the forefinger of his left hand he moved to follow George, relaying what little information he did have, not sure how much the Jedi Knight already knew.

"Well, the good news is most Felucian are farmers, but the Shamans they do have are mostly skilled, or rather, were mostly skilled in defensive force techniques. It was known," He continued, peering about as he walked, being careful to step only where George did. "that the Shamans used to sacrifice those that practiced the dark side of the Force to the sarlaac pit. They knew that if they practiced he Dark Side it would warp and twist the planet around them. Perhaps you could use that in your negotiation?"

Kal'n wasn't exactly sure how, diplomacy wasn't his best subject, he preferred logic and facts and like so many other skills he simply lacked real-world experience.

"That being said, they Felucian are known for their ability to tame the mighty rancor and use the force to blend into their surroundings, like some lizards. Its best to assume that we are walking into an ambush with Rancor...." He paused, taking a breath. "... I only can assume that they saw our ships breaking the atmosphere." Kal'n didn't know for sure, but he thought that it was logical, and that it would be best to expect and prepare for the worst.

 

[Darth Libertas]

(10)

Message Encrypted
//To: [member="Mirien Valdier"]
//From: Sumiko Tanaka


Naamah Aesham is alive. I encountered her on Felucia, where native communities are under threat of wild beasts and feral Jungle Felucians. After careful thought, I've dismissed the idea that she's responsible for the disturbances, since her power feels extremely diminished.


She appears to have been there under the guise of a hunter. Still, she's potentially dangerous and, above all, deeply disgraced her family and the honour of the Inquisition. Attached is an image of her current face. Preferred punishment is Death of Personality, but I shall follow your lead on how to deal with her. Third parties should be kept out of a family matter though.


Regards,
Sumiko

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Objective: Not gonna push my luck..

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

(14)

Watching Valae and Krux moved toward the ship, Theo decided it would be best to stay with his father. He had just convinced his father not to mention this even to mother, well, at least tweak it a little so he was not going to push his luck by running off only to get into more trouble.

Besides, these days, it is not often that father and son get to have time together, what with Theo's constant training and father's call to duty so Theo decided to stay put. He reached out for his father's hand pulling at it to lead him away to the nearby exotic plants. He did not know which ones would be safe to look at let alone, smell or pluck. Not that he would pluck a flower, that was simply way to girly but he did how someone in mind for a gift.

Colour was never an issue here, there was plenty of them to choose from but what one would not eat you?, which one would not poison you? or paralyse you? Or eat your skin? or boil your eyes from the inside out?

Maybe this was not such a good idea after all. No wonder the butterflies on this planet have teeth.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Objective: Don't touch the poisonous flowers. Or the carnivorous ones.
Post: 6

Thurion wasn't about to leave his padawan in the company of a stranger, but as they'd apparently met before despite her brief stay at the Temple and seemed to get along just fine, he reluctantly went along with Théo's tugging on his sleeve. He looked over his shoulder as father and son wandered off, feeling the urge to make sure she'd be alright. Valae had very quickly become dear to him, he realised. Parental instincts, he guessed. When it became clear nothing was going to happen by him leaving her there, Thurion shifted his focus on his boy holding his hand. At first he smiled and raised Théo's hand to his lips to give it a kiss, but soon he decided to surprise his son by scooping him off the ground with some effort. He sure had grown a lot in such a small amount of time, but to Thurion there was little trouble in letting Théo ride piggy-back while they explored.

As they exited the large wreckage, the nature of Felucia struck them once more with its beauty and unrelenting colour palette. "I'm glad you're here with me, son. 'Théodred - the great Rancor Wrestler of Felucia'," he proudly announced to the world.

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Krux Mullarus"]​