Les Confederate Misérables | CIS Dominion of Hex R-47

[Adron Malvern]

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[SIZE=11pt]Location: The Fortressa[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Post: 3[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Objective: Deal with Wolfe 2.0[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Tags: [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Nine Lives"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="S.Y.N."] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]There was an uncertain chill that crept up Adron’s spine as Wolfe closed the distance between the two. Instinctively, Adron’s hand wrapped around the same blade that had inflicted the wounds that ended Darth Tacitus before. Turning on his heel, to the rhythm of the music that played in the air, his thumb hovered over the activation pad, threatening to ignite both his weapon and this conflict. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Do not draw your weapon on me.” He sang, yet his words halted when Darth Metus moved to stand between Tacitus and Adron. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Dark Jedi seemed unconcerned with the ghoulish form the Sith had taken. Through the Force he could see the reality that laid beneath the monstrous form. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]His voice called to the air once more, his eyes focused on Metus as he relaxed his combat ready stance. “What is happening? I can't say anything, all I do is sing.” He declared. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Oh great, now he's rhyming. [/SIZE]

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Location: Wondering through the Ship
Wearing: This
Tags: [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo"] [member="Nine Lives"] [member="Petra Cavataio"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member=S.Y.N.]
Post: Two​

She was just finishing her song, hips moving, every word ringing thoughts from her mind. Katrine loved singing though she usually sang far different lyrics. This time though, it felt like the music she was hearing was dragging out her thought.

And then, she'd bumped into something rock solid, super big and her small frame bounced back and onto her back. It took her a second to look up, realizing exactly who it was. Her eyes went wide at the side of [member="Gerwald Lechner"], realizing just where he had come from. Her thoughts were already going where they should have been when she'd seen him, cheeks going red almost immediately.

Mouths open to speak but before she could remember to stop herself, she sang away at the handsome beast. Her eyes went wide as she realized just what the lyrics were admitting but she couldn't help herself as she jumped up to her feet and starting dancing. The music was taking over more than just her voice.

 

[Nine Lives]

Singing: This:

Spoiler

https://youtu.be/4m1EFMoRFvY

This was throughly, thorougly humiliating for Nine.

Not only was she singing in front of the Vice Lord, and one of the very people who helped recruit her, she was singing well. The curse had gotten so powerful she was forced to back away from them seemingly gathering two of Confederate troopers to her like flies, who had come to the disturbance fully armed and armored to investigate and protect all high value personnel.

But the curse was a truly wicked thing, and the two that joined, looking ready to stop a small riot, suddenly coordinated disturbingly with the extremely tall woman, who never stopped looking creepy with her hood over her face, only the glow of her eyes visible.

But the creepiness was ruined by the fact she was now dancing expertly in synch with the two soldiers, moving in lock step, flailing their arms and flexing their bodies in a faux sensual manner.

"OH NOOOOO! I HATE THIS KIND OF CUUUURRRSE! I'M NOT PAID ENOUGH FOR THIS, OH NO NO NO..." she belted.

The two soldiers turned back up dancers threw up their hands in unison. "UH UH OOOOHHHH..."

She looked at the two back-up singers. "DOOOO! YOU GUYS HAAAAAVE TO BEEEE...LIKE UN-WAN-TED FAM-ILYYYYY..."

"UH UH OHHHHHHH!" the Soldiers merely repeated back, throwing up their hands and suggestively wiggling in front of everyone in full armor.

"THIIIIISSS! SUCKS SO VE-RY BAD-LYYYYYY...WE SHOULD JUST-PACK-AND-FLLLLEEEE..."

"UH UHHH OHHHHHHHH!" her back-up covered from behind again.

Nine cast a withering glare at the dancers, not sure if they were totally affected by the spell and could not help it, or were actively messing with her.

"GUUUUYYYS! GOOOOO ONNNNNN OVER THERE...BEFORE YOU MAKE ME TEAR OFF ALL-MY-HAIIIIRRRR..."

"UH UH OHHHH!" they sang back, still wiggling.

Nine gave a death glare. "I give up." she said quietly before finishing the rest of the catchy song with them. In front of the others. Most embarrassing. She would never live this down. At least everyone else was in the midst of their own brand of music, and singing like they'd done it all their lives. Nine continued to be an unsettling anomaly, shaking and flexing in total silence with her back up dancers.

[member="Srina Talon"], [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Darth Metus"], [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"], [member="Petra Cavataio"], [member="Scherezade deWinter"], [member="Aryn Teth"], @S.Y.N, [member="BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo"]

 

[Ria Misrani]

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Down in the Fortress's engineering section, Nysana had gone down to be alone. Thus far she had managed to resist whatever curse had befallen the ship but as it happened her thoughts were wrapped up in the loss of her love. Song and dance were often her pleasures but in this time they were her pain, "I could stay awake just to hear your breathing, watch you smile while you are sleeping while you're far away dreaming. I could spend my life in this sweet surrender I could stay lost in that moment forever. Every moment spent with you was a moment I treasured." The song was soft as it started punctured by the pain that still soaked Nysana's heart, she closed her eyes and let the tears fall, as she leaned against the wall. It hummed with the sound of power as the engines continued to turn.

"I don't want to close my eyes, I don't want to fall asleep because I would miss you so dearly." More than she already did while she was awake perhaps. She craved to hear Aela's laughter and to be there beside her. "And I don't wanna miss a thing cause even when I dream of you, the sweetest dreams would never do I still miss you baby and I don't wanna miss a thing..."

Nysana's voice trailed off as she caught a glimpse of someone in the distance and the music faded away. The Echani wiped her tears as she feared someone had not only seen her but heard her. A hand to her weapon as she pushed through engineering, and as she turned a corner the sound that left the warrior's lips was not natural one might say. For before her eyes she saw what she craved most.

"Hello my love." Aela was dressed in a beautiful white gown and her hand outstretched to Nysana's face.

Nysana's lips quivered and she swallowed hard, "Aela." Her tears fell forth tracing down the old track of tears, "Aela."

"Shhhh," the other woman cooed and ran her hands through the silver locks of Nysana's hair, "do you recall the first time we decided to ditch training with your sister?"

The daughter of House Talon chuckled at the memory, "Srina was so crossed that I hadn't told her and father thought we were lost."

"Now the speeder pad is empty, everyone's gone someplace. I picked you up and in the trunk I've packed a cooler and a two-day suitcase. 'Cause there is a place we like to go way out in the country. Five kilometers out of the city limit we're singing. And your hand's upon my knee so we're okay, we're fine."

Nysana moved to cup Aela's cheeks before she rested on her hand along her wife's hip and began to sway.

"Baby I'm here to stop your crying, chase all the ghosts from your head. I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed smarter than the tricks played on your heart. We'll look at them together then we'll take them apart adding up the total of a love that's true multiply life by the power of two." Aela continued to sing as she and Nysana danced like they had done at their wedding. Looking so love in and for a moment engineering faded away it was rapidly replaced by the warm days of Eshan, and Nysana closed her eyes a moment as she wanted to savor the moment.

Soon she too joined in, "you know the things that I am afraid of I'm not afraid to tell. And if we ever leave a legacy it's that we loved each other well. 'Cause I've seen the shadows of so many people trying on the treasures of youth but a road that fancy fast ends, ends in a fatal crash." Nysana pulled back and looked at Aela, and part of her knew this wasn't real this shouldn't feel real but it did and it made her heart ache even more. "And I'm glad we got off, to tell you the truth... cause we're okay, we're fine baby I'm here to stop your crying I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed. Smarter than the tricks played on your heart we'll look at them together then we'll take them apart adding up the total of a love that's true, multiply life by the power of two."

Spoiler

Aerosmith - I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing
Indigo Girls - Power of Two

 

[Bha'lir Australis]

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Post: 1​

Location: Boarding the Fortressa​

After procuring three different ships from Aegis Corporaton, Mandalorian Captain, Yasmyn Australis decided to make a detour to take a tour of the Fortressa, one of the jewels of the Confederacy navy. Her own flotilla made up of three Cruisers, lead by Yasmyn’s own ship, The Tiger’s Tail, a Galidraan-class Assault Cruiser hovered near until they could get an escort ship to bring them over.

The blonde Captain was not entirely sure of the Mandalorian’s political standing with the CIS, but her visit was a peaceful one, and only in wartime, did Yasmyn stop drinking tihaar, her absolutely favorite beverage. Otherwise, she was known to have a flask in her hand on the bridge, in her quarters, playing sabaac with her crew, even passing out with it beside her pillow. And then when her alarm blared, it was hair of the dog time! The tihaar drinking continued.

So while dressed in an olive flight jacket and leather pants, Yasmyn, accompanied by her co-captain, a burly Mandalorian named Agol, stopped right before they boarded the Fortressa, the Captain teetering along, stinking of the sweet, fruity smell of the distinctive alcohol.

“Beautiful design,” she remarked and slurring her words asked, “Who washh the company who madee eet?”

“I dunno Cap’n.”

She gave a slanted shrug, using Agol for support, but as soon as they boarded, Yasmyn felt funny and not just head-spinning, double-vision funny. She had thoughts in her head that wanted to become words, but oddly enough she felt like singing them. Normally, the Mandalorian would not be embarrassed to sing, especially her favorite drinking chants like Naasad'guur mhi – Mhi n'ulu, but to sing out that she wanted Agol to check to see who they’d arranged to meet with for the tour seemed… well too bizarre for the tihaar soaked woman.

Scratching her forehead, instead she began to hum a tune and then to sing the words to another drinking song she knew, rather loudly and brashly:

Now a red solo cup is the best receptacle​

For barbecues tailgates fairs and festivals​

And you sir do not have a pair of testicles​

If you prefer drinking from glasssssssssss​

- From Red Solo Cup​

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[member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Nine Lives"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="S.Y.N."] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Petra Cavataio"] [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] [member="Gerwald Lechner"] [member="Nysana Talon"] [member="Rylan Kordel"]

 

[Rylan Kordel]

Objective: Unknown

Having docked with the Fortressa earlier in the day, Rylan sat in the cockpit of his freighter, peering out into the land bay of the Star Destroyer for what seemed like hours, questioning his own choice to come to this place, it was his intention to join with the forces of the Confederacy, it made him ponder if they where any better than any of the other factions to rise from the ashes of the galaxy he, or rather another version of himself had remembered well.


Sitting a bit longer, he finally sighed, and stepped out of the cockpit, and moved down the ramp to finally wonder the flagship, finding himself humming a tune, starting to tap one hand on his thigh as he walked, then his slightly gruff voice came out much to his own surprise as he walked the corridors of the SSD, "There's a starman waiting in the sky" where was this sudden outburst coming from? He was not amused. "He'd like to come and meet us, but he thinks he'd blow out minds" he started to move more than just his hand to the beat, in fact whole parts of his body started to move to the unheard melody I need to find the source of this nightmare... he thought to himself as he rounded the next corridor and stumbled on others, who also seemed afflicted by this odd case.

 

[Nine Lives]

Singing: this:

Spoiler

https://youtu.be/4m1EFMoRFvY

Oh please. Please. Have mercy, Nine thought as the swagger began to creep up her hips, making them swing to the rythym, made all the more horrifying by the fact that it was a nearly seven foot tall unholy looking hooded figure, who took out her tomahawk and began to sing into it like it was a microphone.

"OH-PLEASE-OH-PLEASE-FORGIVE-ME! I DOOOONNN'TWAANNNAAADOTHISSSSS..." she sang. Into the tomahawk head. Even her sincere idea of using a hatchet instead of a sword in such crowded halls had been turned against her.

Oddly, Nine seemed to draw yet more backup dancers, some of them full Sith Lords, producing the appropriate instruments out of thin air.

"C'MON GUYS, THIS-HAS-GONE-TOO-FAAAAAARRRR..." she bellowed perfectly in her contralto. She emphasized it with a swagger towards the others before spinning in place. The music got louder slightly...

And then, due to an illusion from the curse, it looked like time rewinded just so it could watch her do that spin again.

This was the most vile curse in existance Nine snarled mentally. Who had unleashed it?! Who?! A thousand curses on them! Ten thousand! A hundred-thousand! Screw it! All of the curses! All of them!

 

[hbomb656]

Location: Fortressa

Objective: Singing this.

Post: First

Jorge had only went to the Fortressa to arrange a few smuggling runs and get paid by employers that had been locked up in the quarantine, he never thought that he would instead play a part in a musical.

Jorge left the Dusty Sparrow to go looking for his confederate colleagues, and he found it strange when he heard what sounded like singing coming from the cafeteria. Jorge went to the cafeteria, mainly because he had heard rumors of a chocolate fountain, but he also wanted to investigate the singing. When Jorge walked into the room, he immediately started moving towards the chocolate fountain. As he looked around the room, he was shocked to see many people singing and dancing to their own separate songs and rhythms, along with all that weirdness, Jorge approached the fountain to witness a woman with her whole head in the chocolate, doing what he thought was drowning herself. Jorge naturally followed his instinct and pulled the lady up for air, after he did so the lady seemed to be quietly singing lyrics to a song as she caught her breath. He tried to get through to the woman but she seemed so lost in the lyrics she sang that was hopeless.

Jorge had previously thought this event was amusing, but now he was becoming scared, and superstitious that these people in the cafeteria had no free will over what they were doing, and they were forced to eventually sing. Jorge was backing out of the room now and as he did so he thought to himself 'When you believe in things that you don't understand..'- "Then you suffer.." Jorge didn't want to speak that part of the thought, but he did, and that is when he knew... it was his time to feel the rhythm, so he wailed out; "Superstition ain't the way!" After that, Jorge continued singing the song with every verse getting more passionate each time.

 

[hbomb656]

ahh dooble p0st​

 

[Petra Cavataio]

Post Number Three
Song: Stevie Wonder – Superstition​

Hands placed on her, and she did not approve beforehand. Those that belonged to Jorge had pulled on her shoulders to take her head out of the chocolate. Using the momentum, Petra whipped her hair back. Chocolate flew from the hair and hit the ceiling, wall, and floor. A beautiful straight line was created. That was the easiest of all things she had going. Chocolate dripping from her chin and even more fell from her face as her hands wiped down.

Petra looked over at the one that had placed their hands on her. Because of her anger, she was not focus on stopping the influence to sing. Letting it go, she looked at the man. All she got was a song to express the anger to Jorge. Her voice cold and hate filled. “Seven years of bad luck.” Pausing for a moment to grab the man’s shirt. “Then you suffer… Superstition ain't the way.”

Spoiler: Tags

[member=Jorge]
[member=”Nine Lives”]
[member=”Bha'lir Australis”]
[member=”Katrine Van-Derveld”]
[member=”Adron Malvern”]
[member=”Srina Talon”]
[member=”BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo”]
[member=”Darth Metus”]
[member=”Darth Tacitus”]
[member=”S.Y.N. ”]

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

Wearing: This
Post: 2

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Gerwald has not realized he had taken to the hallway as he began to sing and dance. Running not [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] was unexpected. He should have smelled her. Why hadn’t he? What had happened? What was gong on? The fact his towel had not stayed on his waist when she ran into him hadn’t registered.

It was her song.

They were going to... she was going to...

Her face was red. His face was getting red. Gerwald opened his mouth to suggest they needed to find [member="Scherezade deWinter"] but instead something else came out of his mouth.

”The night is calling, I have to go
The wolf is hungry, he runs the show
He's licking his lips, he's ready to win
On the hunt tonight for love at first sting...”

The song[url] continued until he could clap his hand over his mouth. That wasn’t what was supposed to come out. How could he say they needed to find Scherezade if he couldn’t stop singing.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

Ugh double post

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Objective #1: Sing and Dance

Posts: 2
Tags: Wandering random halls, staying away from the cafeteria, chocolate is eww
Song: this

Scherezade blinked. In her five months of existence, not once had she thought to check whether or not she could sing the way that her mother and grandmother could. She was very happy to learn that yes, she could. Her voice was musical, her dance steps almost impeccable. She didn't really know what had caused her to break into song and dance, and frankly, she didn't care either. After months of mostly getting into trouble, and the last stunt in which she had an enemy she couldn't stab, kill, or maim, singing and dancing was a welcome break.

She also wanted a break from the ship, but that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Not until they were clear with that whole virus thing. It was a huge swoop of luck that she hadn't been infected, considering her first landing on that stupid planet had ended up with her getting stabbed by her own knives as the ship crashed and went up in smoke and ichs.

But she had done well, on that mission. Hadn't she? She was improving, wasn't she? Someone had hung a mirror in this hallway. Scherezade looked at herself. Her entrance to the CIS had been... Not uber smooth. But people were starting to like her, right? but then... There were the people that didn't. Usually, when she thought about these matters, the anger bubbled within the young Sithling.

But not this time.

This time, her legs moved on their own and her mouth opened as the song came bursting out of her.

I'll never miss a beat, I'm lightning on my feet
And that's what they don't see mmm mmm, that's what they don't see mmm mmm
I'm dancing on my own (dancing on my own), I'll make the moves up as I go (moves up as I go)
And that's what they don't know mmm mmm, that's what they don't know mmm mmm
But I keep cruising, can't stop, won't stop grooving
It's like I got this music in my mind saying it's gonna be alright​

 

[hbomb656]

Location: Fortress / Chocolate Fountain

Objective: Singing this now.

Post: Second

When the lady grabbed hold of his shirt, the tune in his head shifted from soul to rock, the musical curse [and maybe the force] suddenly gave him some clarity and he saw what she really was through song lyrics. He saw that she was fighting herself and wanted to fight him. Jorge was pushed to call her out, if Jorge was acting normal he wouldn't mess with her, since he knew what she was, but the need to sing overwhelmed him.

"Big man, pig man"
"Ha ha charade you are"
"You well heeled big wheel"
"Ha ha charade you are"
"And when your hand is on your heart"
"You’re nearly a good laugh"
"Almost a joker"

Jorge brought his hand up and whipped off the bits of chocolate off her chin.

"With your head down in the pig bin"
"Saying 'Keep on digging' "
"Pig stain on your fat chin"
"What do you hope to find"
"Down in the pig mine?"

"You’re nearly a laugh.."
"You’re nearly a laugh.."
"But you’re really a cry. . ."

He smiled at her, having finished his small song, Jorge was likely going to regret this but the curses haze made him not care.

 

[Nine Lives]

Spoiler

Its not exactly Nine Lives who sings this...

The song:

Spoiler

https://youtu.be/4m1EFMoRFvY

"A LITTLE LESS KAR-KIN' SING-ING, A-LITTLE MORE SPEAK-'IN..."

Nine emphasized her words with a twirl and yet more swaggering, her back-up dancers following her as she stepped forward

"ALL THIS LY-RIC MA-KIN'S SADISTIC-TOR-TURE-TO-ME..."

She spun in place, shimmying as she twirled her tomahawk. The sith lords with the trombones started playing louder.

"A-LITTLE-LESS-SONG-PLEASE-NO-MORE-TRACKS-MY-DIG-NITY'S-SHATTER-'IN-MUS-ICAL-WHACK-BY-WHACK...AT-LEAST-STOP-ME-FROM-SWAGGER-'IN-LIKE-A-SWEA-TY-OLD-MAN."

She dropped to her knees, still shimmying.

"SWEA-TY-OLD-MAAAANNN..."

"Sweatyoldmaaannnn!" the two riot armored soldiers that had served as her main dancers sang why faux-sexy-dancing.

"SWEA-TY-OLD-MAAANNNN..." Nine sang, her hood falling back, somehow in what some would call a rather kingly looking coif. Her upper lip had a curious hike in one corner as the lyrics came out. The only way to tell she was not enjoying herself was how red her face was with embarrassment.

"Sweatyoldmaaaann!" her back up dancers chimed again.

"WHY-MAKE-ME-SING-THIS?!"

"Sweatyoldmaaaaann!"

"OH-NO-THEY'RE-STUCK-ON-THAAAAT!" she belted out in clear annoyance.

Just then, as if the illusion could not get any wierder, in one corner of where all this was happening, the evil presence conjured illusions of very, very infamous figures.

Nine was shocked to silence as she watched Darth Sidious grab a mike. He had a surprisingly deep and charismatic sounding voice.

Darth Vader, Darth Maul, and General Greivous appeared behind him as he began to sing, startlingly appropriate music began to play from nowhere, asking what war was good for.

The illusion of the Dark Lord gave a small smile.

"ABSO-LUTELY-"

"NUTHIN'!" the chorus finished for him.

"AWWWWWWWWW-" Palpatine began to yell, displaying his fantastic vocal range before launching into the rest of the song.

 

[Petra Cavataio]

Post Number Four​

Squeezing her hands tighter into fists, Petra pulled on the shirt towards her. The level of angry was behind cartoonish like steam had blown out of her ears, but really did not happen. Still, she was mad and could kill. This man in her hold would not be the first. There was no fun to be found in that. Show what she could do with others being the example, then she would slowly end his life. Add in, the fact that he was singing. Petra was close to losing the last pieces of her patience.

A deep breath was taken. It had to be taken or else the urge to sing would start. This time around, Petra was not going to let the influence have her sing again. Twice was enough. Also, she knew she was better than this. To let a spirit influence her, she must be crazy with mental voices that are trying to kill her. Well it was true she had voices like that, but still she was better than this.

Petra pushed Jorge away with a little force push to send him a little further than normal. Staring at him, to be truthful. She was glaring at him. If looks could kill. She began to speak, each was forced and short. “Don’t…” almost baring teeth. “Sing…” It was more a command to Jorge than herself, but it applied to her too. If she could master this, then finding the source would be easier.

Spoiler: Tags

[member=Jorge]

 

[Bha'lir Australis]

Post: 2
Location: Running into [member="Rylan Kordel"] on the Fortressa

While everyone was a stranger to Yasmyn except for Muad, she assumed the next man they ran into was a member of the Confederacy. As she’d done with Agol, she opened her mouth, but knew in the pit of her drunken soul that her words would come out in song. The Mandalorian Captain gave Agol a swift elbow to his ribs, and he doubled over, just barely containing his anger over her sudden temper. But Yasmyn had begun to think someone on her crew had spiked her tihaar as a joke. And if anyone would be in on it, it was her co-captain.

And sure enough, he was not affected in the slightest.

“Don’t mind, my Cap’n,” Agol said apologetically to Rylan. “She’s leathered on tihaar.”

“Nooo, nooooo. Something isn't riggggthhhhht!” Yasmyn sang-shouted. And then she broke into another slurry verse:

Blame it on the Goose​

Got you feeling loose​

Blame it on 'tron​

Got you in the zone​

Blame it on the a a a a a alcohol​

Blame it on the a a a a a a alcohol​

- From Blame It​

“Maybe we should bring her to a medic?” offered her co-captain. “Want to help me carry ‘er? C’mon vod, you’re over your limit.”

 

[hbomb656]

Location: Fortressa / Chocolate Fountain

Objective: Singing?

Post: Third

Jorge snapped out of his trance as he stumbled backwards. He gave credit for this to his need to survive and the fact that as fun as all this singing was, it was going to be an inconvenience and he didn't enjoy being manipulated. The small force push left him slightly winded and he took a few deep breaths, but this moment was short lived because the urge was coming back to him. Jorge looked at the lady with desperation because he soon had to shut his mouth to keep the songs from coming out. If the woman was closer she could hear Jorge trying to suppress the lyrics he "wanted" to sing;

"I hope that you are having the time of your life"
"But think twice, that's my only advice"
"Come on now, who do you"
"Who do you, who do you, who do you think you are?"
"Ha, ha, ha, bless your soul"
"You really think you're in control?"

Were the words that Jorge strained to push down.
The woman didn't have to be close to hear him this next time though, as he mumbled;

"Well, I think you're crazy"
"I think you're crazy"
"I think you're crazy"
"Just like me..."

Jorge had been broken by the curse for the third time.

[member="Petra Cavataio"]

 

[Rylan Kordel]

Post: 2
Location: Meeting Bha'lir Australis aboard the Fortressa

Rylan eyed the pair of Mandalorian's skeptically for a moment then nodded slightly, but when he spoke it would come out more sing song like "Let me tell you like it is, this ain't the effects of any alcohol." well he said it, he was snapping his fingers, and the look on his face would give away that none of this was his intention. "Someone's unleashed a malicious machination, effecting all who come 'round here." he pointed to others also singing and dancing in this corridor, just standard crewmen who all looked as puzzled and confused about this situation.

Then before he could help himself, he started to sing again:

I can see inside you, the sickness is rising​

Don't try to deny what you feel​

(Will you give in to me)​

It seems that all that was good has died​

And is decaying in me​

(Will you give into me?)​

At that he slapped his hands over his mouth, not sure where that sudden on burst came from, but he would mentally curse the two spirits in his dead for it none the less, his eyes giving an apologetic look to the two warriors before him.


Lyric Block from: Down with the Sickness

 

[Xenro]

Location: aboard the Fortressa
Allies: Confederacy.
Enemies: Unwanted Guest.

He stalked out into the corridors with an expression of irritation. His green eyes glistened in the flourescant lighting as he felt the nausea rising behind his eyes, in his chest, and the pit of his stomach- all uncharacteristic of a lifeless cadaver. It meant an incursion by dark energies, but more intimately than that, it meant an attempt to enthrall the body. Sith Sorcery at its worst contorted and perverted the natural order, and so, if you became aware of it and consciously rebuffed it, the possibility of it adversely effecting your body skyrocketed.

The intended effect became more apparent as the Necromancer clutched his forehead and struggled through the halls. Countless faces and bodies in the throes of maddening song paraded around him, some conscious of their plight, others hopelessly lost to it. Xenro was able to sense it immediately, and so instead of becoming a slave to the spiritual torment, his lifeless coil was sent into the throes of otherwise impossible, physical pain.

"The source," he hissed, eyes squinted as he strained to call the darkness to him. Pain, anger, annoyance all bolstered his command, but the incessant waves of knee weakening, stomach churning, mind being agony disrupted him. "Must... locate... the source-"

He stretched out with his skeletal hand and gripped one of the hapless victims by the throat. "Get it out of my head," he hissed through his teeth as his eyes bloomed with hysteria. "I need your pain."

The singer barely struggled at all as he was whipped off his feet, discordant notes escaping from his lips. His singing voice was flat and awful, but he didn't seem to care how embarrassing it was. Moreover, he didn't seem to care as the monstrous being drew a sleek, black dagger and drew a thin crimson line across his jugular.

Garbled words to a repetitive, carefree, happy song continued from the fading man's mouth as he sank into Oblivion, his spirit forever damned by the curse. Now he could be free.

Xenro drank in the pain, the acceptance, the sorrow, and finally the relief that emanated from the corpse as he slowly rose to his full height, seeped in a protective web of nether energy.

"Now," he addressed the spirit- one that had no respect for him and paid him no heed.

Yet.

"First, I will bring you to heel," he stated, "and then..."

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