Dominion Lost Children: Silver Concord Dominion of Krant

[Matsu Ike]

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THe world of Krant was largely forested and remote... a backwater world if there ever was one but the jedi had come here... reports from the villages were asking for help when several dozen children had gone missing... more villagers near an older part of the forest and even most of the jedi scouts. With drengir always a problem that could present itself... neutralizers, or sith this was a danger that needed to be explored and the jedi were prime to do it. The grandmaster after tracing the mysterious ship at Dressel here and what had been in the hold of the ship... there wasn't much left but they had managed to find some pieces. The others being dispatched to go forward and scout with a full force of rangers and paladins after the first ones disappeared. A watchmen requested as well as authority for a jedi shadow to be dispatched if they had enough evidence of the darkside. She had been looking at more they might be able to do... whatever was there needed to be handled but they couldn't ignore the people who were suffering.. they would need aid and there was likely other things across the planet they could do. Grand Shepherd Burtch would receive an invitation if he wanted to... the report about what happened and the mysterious Tower of Conviction ship might get his interest if more of them had been sent out... something like that being found could be dangerous if the hold was full of horrors like the one they had found. The jedi would likely have some work out for them as reports from one of the ships showed a village destroyed... section of homes converted into something... slimy... flesh sacks filled with what looked like puss and gore when they were opened and a darkside aura. The grandmaster issuing orders about it as she could feel more on the planet looking out upon it. "There is something here, I want full teams, tactical and logistical beacons so we can stay in contact down there." She said it and was walking as her senses spiked... not fear but she knew this feeling and there was worse things then just the darkside.

Objective 1: Quiphoth
Deep in the ancient forest villagers, children and scouts have been lost. A heavy darkside presence hangs in the air and there are more dangerous predators around. The deeper into the forest the more dangerous and twisted they seem to get.

Objective 2: The village
The villages surrounding the forest has people missing but those who aren't going in to investigate are still needed. Helping the others and trying to make things better is a start. Food, equipment, general aid and care.

Objective: 3 Hallowe'en
Strangeness abounds in he villages.. trying to not worry everyone aand or get in the way a festival imported from Endor is going on with costumes and candy

Objective: 4: Bring your own
There is much to do, traces from Dressel were from here.. the Tower of Conviction the derelict, the trap set by house Io... there is forests, areas where a temple could be built or an outpost... trade chances for businesses and of course anything else you can find as the remnants of an old pod race circuit is overgrown in the woods.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Objective 1
[ armor ] [ amphistaff ] [ short swords ]

[ control ]​

The darkness that permeated the area around the young boy wasn't coming from the forest.

It was coming from the boy himself.

The Dark Side of the Force and something predatory. It radiated from out of his very pores, as though he had been steeped in the profane or born among the damned. Both were lies, but also true in equal measure.

Once upon a time, he'd been Pantoran. Perhaps he still was. Such things had long ago ceased to be relevant. Blue skin and violet hair were just the trappings, the disguise donned by the wolf as it slipped among the sheep.

Golden irises peered outward, as though searching among the picturesque and tranquil forest as though expecting some malevolent demon to suddenly jump out at him.

Stooping down, the boy pressed his fingers into the soil. A prayer uttered in an ancient dialect of Huttese -- the language in which the holy texts of the Primeval were read -- seemed to echo hauntingly on the breeze as the boy called upon the eldritch horrors of creation's forgotten hour.

There was a presence in the woods.

One that did not bode well.

A long, slender shadow seemed to separate from the boy's frame, as the black, gemstone-like body of the amphistaff slithered into the light as the biot dropped onto the ground next to the boy.

Like him, the amphistaff didn't want to observe. It wanted to hunt.

With a nod of his head, the snake-like biot shot into the foliage with barely a sound. Drawing himself back up, the boy started walking forward, further into the trees. Further along the path.

In some respects, it was nice to finally get away from Midvinter. Home was a very peaceful place. Theo's family worked hard to maintain it thus. It hadn't always been that way, of course. But now, these was little need for someone of his skills.

Then he'd gotten word of strange things happening on Krant. Strange as one might describe a cult.

And if Boo knew anything, it was cults.

So he walked the path where people had been disappearing, curious to see if the devil the dark was myth or man. And quietly hoping for the latter, as the terentatek in his veins had been caged up for the better part of a decade now... waiting for the taste of blood.

 

[Leddie Gred]

Objective 1

Leddie... might have lied to get here. It wasn't a secret she'd been handling more and more missions for her clan, be she might have told the jetii her parents were ok with her coming here. No one would have to know until later right? Either way, she felt ready. She could handle a few spooks. Then she walked through the village, and her heart kicked her chest every second. It... it sorta.... No. No. She wasn't supposed to get scared right? Sure around other Mandalorians they wouldn't care, but she wasn't around other Mandalorians, and if the jetii realized something was wrong they might just force her to leave. Nope. She could act calm. Just had to keep her helmet on and the party in the woods. Get away from the town with the obviously Sithy stuff going on.

Funny enough, the woods honestly were less scary for her right about now. She could do this.... She could do this....

Micah tol Powl

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

“The proverb says that Providence protects children and idiots. This is really true. I know because I have tested it.” - Mark Twain

Objective 1: Quiphoth​

Caltin Vanagor is not an emotional man… okay that was a lie he is and anyone who has been around him at all knows this. He gets angry, he gets violent, he sticks to his ideals and if you don’t like that, then you can sink your teeth into a spot on his body. He is quite mellow now than what he used to be, but still, he’s a grump. While not much really gets under his skin in a manner that truly gets him riled up, threatening or endangering children is indeed one of them.This time his wife was coming too, her instincts and feelings were beginning to come into play. She would handle keeping the people safe with the Outreach program at one of the villages that was not destroyed.

He was following “the scent”

There was Darkness in the air, a funk of forty thousand millenia. Grizzly ghouls from every tomb want to close in and seal his doom.

Sounds like fun.

The feeling of despair was billowing into the village and evident that no matter what relief or recovery efforts might be put forth. Depression and sadness was ruling the day and this was not a good thing. So he geared up and prepared himself to get going outward. He did see Dagos Terrek here and helping, that would be good. He would be of good use, but if he did not wish to follow, Caltin would not push him into it.

The woods reminded him of the planet Voss and their fabled “Nightmare Lands”, slowly the further he went in, the darker his surroundings were.

TAG: Boo Chiyo | Leddie Gred

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (NC-1000 X-wing (Jedi Variant) in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Sanctuary Island

 

[Micah tol Powl]

[ armor ] [ amphistaff ] [ short swords ]

[ numb ]​

The air was thick.

Snow was dusting the ground, as the temperature seemed to plummet from temperate to freezing even though he'd only moved perhaps a hundred paces from where he'd been standing under warm sunlight and tranquil breezes. Now, the branches above seemed to twist so that the foliage blotted out the light of day. The forest before him was a cold and foreboding place.

Of course, he was Pantoran -- at least, once upon a time -- and so Boo liked the cold.

It was one thing about Midvinter that he'd always found refreshing. Of course, this was Krant. A world known for being a green paradise in the Mid-Rim. Suffice to say, this had been in the weather report.

Closing his eyes, the boy drew in a deep breath. Then, exhaling, brought his hands up to his chest as he suddenly made a series of obscure gestures. When he had completed the final one, he slammed his hand down on the ground as he uttered, "Ridasizi!"

A red sigil spread out from where his palm had touched the earth, spreading like a burn as it etched itself into an intricate, knot-like sigil that formed a circle around the boy.

Caltin Vanagor might detect it and think it was Sith Magic, but that was derivative. The magic the boy used was taught to the Massassi before the modern Sith had yet formed. Before the Krath heresy. Before the Ruusan Reformation. Even before the Old Republic.

As the ward spell took effect, the boy gave a sigh as he felt it become easier to breathe.

So his instincts had been correct. This forest was tainted by the Dark Side.

A nexus of some kind? Resuming his casual walk, the boy's black cloak trailed drifted over the ground behind him as he continued onward. Krant had been the location of a rumored Sith Temple. Or, at least, there'd been some speculation of artifacts discovered on the planet that suggested a Sith presence on the world at some point in its history.

A black snake-like creature hung down from a low branch, casually draping itself around its shoulders as the amphistaff rejoined its partner. A squirrel-sized lump suggested that the biot had been successful in hunting a vole of some kind, as the slender creature lazily draped itself around the boy's shoulders and then put its head down as though for a nap.

He was vaguely aware of another presence in the woods ( Leddie Gred ), though he hadn't decided yet if that was predator or prey. Or something else entirely, as he imagined he wasn't the only one in the Concord to have heard word of the disappearances and come to investigate.

 

[Matsu Ike]

Caltin Vanagor Leddie Gred Micah tol Powl

The feeling from space was one thing.. the feeling of it from the ground... much worse as the jedi grandmaster stood there. The ship had come down and was prepared to defend itself but they were on the edge of a village using their phalanx shielding to overlap with another shuttle near the center to create a make shift barrier around the village. Matsu was gathering all of the information that they could about the situation as she had indicators from others that Caltin Vanagor and Leddie Gred were here... as well as a few other jedi possibly. The presence of Micah tol Powl was blending into the forest but she hadn't met the Pantoran as much as Orihime and knew him.

The scanners were working overtime though as the corruption from the forest seemed to be almost like a cancer stretching along the ground and poisoning the soil. The trees gnarled and twisted as the fleshy sacks that were invading homes and buildings were bulbous and filled with something sloshing around. The organic sacks unable to be penetrated by the scanners for a good analysis of what was inside but they could see the slurry of something when they held light up to one side of it. She was looking at more things around them as well.. the scored metal and stone from claws as well as remains of powder that had mostly become inert.

"Grandmaster." Two black armored jedi were standing there and prepared for just about anything. The dark robes with metal might look morre prominent with their pale features but they were taught under the first Bodyguard of the grandmaster. The one who took care of her security which coming here... well she had insisted after the reports from Dressel. She motioned with her hand for the other to come near but dind't speak withdrawing a blade and tilted her head for a moment. "When in doubt cut it out." She said it and slashed the flesh with the knife to spill what was within it as it leaked the fluid and pieces on the floor.

 

[Dagos Terrek]

“Cal…Master Caltin, wait up!” Dagos still had the habit of informality, something he was working on. Cal…no Master Caltin, preferred it that way. His Master was off to go explore the darkness of the forest and find the source of the trouble plaguing the people of Krant. Dagos was eager to join him, to explore the woods and face the dark.

To help people. He told himself knowing there was something deeper.

He swiftly caught up with his Master, ready to go face the dark, equipped with little more than the basics. A borrowed lightsaber from the temple as he had yet to craft his own, a blaster pistol taken from a poacher and a medpac. Dagos had never been one to wear the classic Jedi robes and today was no exception, he was dressed in steel blue light armor.

“Up for some company, Master?” Dagos asked with a grin and he fell in step with the older Jedi.

Caltin Vanagor

 

[Aydin Daunson]

Objective 1:

"Wow." As he followed along with the group.

The young boy was still struggling to find his place in the order but what he lacked in experience he made up in eagerness and commitment. So when they landed on this planet Aydin decided that the best course of action was to follow the crowd and get to learn his fellow members a bit better. Even if that meant going into a creepy looking forest. Aydin had grown out of his fear of the dark but something about these woods were really giving him the creeps. Aydin steadied his mind and began to practice his breathing techniques. The boy couldn't help but think of his grandfather as he held tight to Sunrise at his hip.

"Wish you were here." The boy thought to himself as he exhaled loudly enough for those around him to hear.

Realizing his mistake the boy quickly spit out an apology.

"Sorry!"

TAGS: Caltin Vanagor | Dagos Terrek | Micah tol Powl | Matsu Ike | Leddie Gred

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

“The proverb says that Providence protects children and idiots. This is really true. I know because I have tested it.” - Mark Twain

Objective 1: Quiphoth​

“Master VANAGOR… ugh… too informal… oh well…”

Laughing to himself as while he went for the “old school” (his school) protocols and teachings, he did not really care (otherwise he would have said something sooner) about this one. Dagos had… interesting dress about him, and it made the big man take notes on what they were going to need to work on. Not his fault if he did not have all the gear he could, that would be taken care of soon enough. Vanagor didn’t let on that he was thinking about this, he just slowed his pace so that the kid could catch up.

Sure, Dag.. .Padawan… come on.

He may be the Master, but he could rib and tease every now and then, the smirk should have given his intention there. There was enough darkness and despair out in the area, including the magic he had just picked up on. Terrek was naturally resourceful, that blaster after all did not seem to be the type that was bought in a store, but he was not the type to steal it from someone who might have. A young one clad in yellow seemed to all to exuberant, which was admirable, but it could get him into trouble.

Relax kid, we’ll get through this just fine.

Once Vanagor and Terrek started heading further inward, he noticed that someone, or something was indeed stalking them. What it was would soon be discovered on its own, but it was a good teachable moment here.

Keep your wits about you. We’re walking into another Nightmare lands here.

TAG: Boo Chiyo | Leddie Gred | Matsu Ike | Dagos Terrek

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (NC-1000 X-wing (Jedi Variant) in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Sanctuary Island

 

[Matsu Ike]

Caltin Vanagor Leddie Gred Micah tol Powl Aydin Daunson Dagos Terrek

Matsu continued towards the edge of the village and was following the corruption.. the decay and streaks of gore. Her jedi with her while they started to walk into the woods but maintained where they could a visual of the outer perimeter... they weren't going to rush in there and possibly chance getting lost if they could help it. She had a few other things to try out with the scanners from the interface running and small drones trying to fly overhead and map for them what it could. The thick canopy making it harder but there were small gaps the sensors were able to penetrate and give some visual for areas within. Her attention going to her movements to make it as quiet as possible. She could sense there were eyes on them from the shadows while the sound of voices caame from up ahead.

 

[Leddie Gred]

Objective: 1

Leddie continued walking. The Jedi had to be somewhere here too right? She kept looking around before seeing.... What was.... Her breath started to ragged and quick as she ran back a bit out of reflex, pulling out her weapons as she looked, hands shaking. What. Was. That? No no. She could do this. She could.... She looked down, noticing her hands shaking. She could keep going. She looked around, hearing some voices. Those had to be the jetii. She kempt moving slowly. She could do this. She could do this. She wasn't shaking right now. She just followed the voices, hoping that she'd find everyone else quickly.

Caltin Vanagor Matsu Ike Micah tol Powl Aydin Daunson Dagos Terrek

 

[Micah tol Powl]

[ armor ] [ amphistaff ] [ short swords ]

[ zombie ]​

If he was walking into a Dark Side nexus, then this was unlike anything he'd seen or experienced before.

And considering he'd followed Zambrano the Hutt into some very dark places, that was saying something. Even Coruscant at the height of the One Sith's power hadn't exhibited anything of this magnitude -- at least, not any part of the Black Temple that he'd ever visited as a slave.

It wasn't just that the Dark Side was warping the creatures or the soil, it was doing so in real time. As the young Pantoran stopped to examine a gnarled branch, he could observe it being reshaped.

"That's new," the boy remarked quietly, musing aloud.

As he spoke, the amphistaff's head came up from off his shoulder. The animal pecked at his cheek with the blunt of its snout -- clearly unhappy with having been roused from its nap by his voice. Mew, the biot squeaked in protest.

Reaching up a hand, the violet-haired youth scratched the snake-like creature's head as it settled back down on his shoulder.

The sound of a twig snapping caught the boy's attention. A rustling through the leaves suggesting a presence nearby. The Jedi?

No, they were close -- the light making them a rather bright presence in an otherwise bleak forest -- but this was something else. Reaching his hands up, the Pantoran lifted the amphistaff from where it had draped itself like a shawl, pulling it over his head and holding it out between both hands like a whip held taut.

From out of the woods, creatures emerged. A description beyond that -- what they were -- Boo couldn't have said. It was as though bodies had somehow merged together. Abominations of flesh, reeking of the Dark Side and held together by some chaotic whim of malice. Gapping jaws of misaligned teeth, dripping with a venomous ichor.

For some kids his age, this would be panic-inducing.

For Boo? This was Taungsday. Chock it up to hanging around Thurion Heavenshield and battling vinterbound as part of the family holiday traditions.

Adjusting the posture of his hands, the boy cut himself off from the Force for a moment as he slipped into vongsense. It should have been enough to prompt the amphistaff in his hands to go rigid, igniting its bioelectric aura that enabled the biot to function like a living lightsaber.

The operative term in that sentence being should have

Instead, what he got was a lazy snake that bared her fangs at him and then went limp, before wiggling out of his grip and slightering up along his arm as she started to curl around his body, ready for a nap to sleep off the squirrel that she'd eaten earlier.

"Seriously!?" The galaxy's deadliest snake, everybody. Take heed and fear.

Mew. The squeak of utter cat-like aloofness could not have been more telling, as the Pantoran reached down to unsheath the long songsteel daggers, even as he dropped into a loose Teras Kasi stance.

"The hard way," the boy deadpanned, his amber eyes calculating his next move as he tried to size up the three different mass of creatures that were now started to encircle him. "I love the hard way. I'm totally built for this kind of thing," the boy uttered.

If only he were built like a Valkyri. Theo and his dad were practically tanks. Ridiculously tall. Solid muscle.

The blade's edge caught a glint of sunlight, as a surge of Force Speed propelled the Pantoran at the center of the closest creature.

Matsu Ike Caltin Vanagor Leddie Gred Dagos Terrek

 

[NPC's]

Micah tol Powl Leddie Gred

It begins as a whisper... a promise... the lightest of breezes carrying the scent of decay and death. White robes and black hair moving among the gnarled branches and corrupted sacks of flesh leaking viscous fluid. She looked more like the grandmaster from a distance and her aura harder to discern in the forest of the darkside but the small burrows that went deeper holding corrupted things. Buzzing of wings as insectoid humanoids roamed around and stood among the trees. "Play with us." THeir whispers coming and cheers but her hand came up as the black hair covered the ruined part of her face giving the appearance as the grandmaster much more credence.

She sensed something... no someone and moved as the humanoids were playing... viciously attacking and buzzing at each other and wings were torn... appendages severed... parts dropping to the floor in a mist of black tar. She looked at it and sensed the boy... blue skin and spoke kneeling down as the tar continued to fall and not looking at the things playing at war. "Years later still of all the passages I learnt in the temple, a verse from the book of Rushin stays with me. It is perhaps the strangest passage in the sacred texts, in which he writes: "Even now in chaos there are jedi carrying savage weapons." She said it and didn't need to look back at him.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

"The proverb says that Providence protects children and idiots. This is really true. I know because I have tested it." - Mark Twain

Objective 1: Quiphoth​

Where others heard mews, Caltin heard a very large, very boastful, very loud roar. It's not the type of bellow that made him close his eyes and shake his head, it was that he recognized the sound. It was that of a Terantatek. Those suckers are huge and when riled are meaner than a constipated Rancorr.

Pretend you didn't hear that.

Might as well joke about it. Keep things light, the further in they went. It was a few feet further that he saw something he did not want to see. A child's tattered clothes and a blood trail. A deep sigh as he knelt next to the scene to survey it that he gazed on his Padawan.

Not going to sugarcoat anything, this is going to get worse before it gets better.

Then he saw one of those "snakelike" creatures slowly lowering itself behind Dagos, and grabbed it just below (or above, considering the way that the body was contorted) and fought it as it tried to wrap around him. Some kind of odd electrical field was charging up on its inside and the tail almost whipped at the Padawan. There was another coming down, must be the mate, or a denmate or something along those lines because this one was going after the big man and he was busy.

TAG: Boo Chiyo | Leddie Gred | Matsu Ike | Dagos Terrek

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (NC-1000 X-wing (Jedi Variant) in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Sanctuary Island

 

[Dagos Terrek]

Keep your wits about you. His master had told him as they walked deeper into the wood.

“I always do.” Dagos responded with a grin that that was coming to him easier and easier each day and was seemingly becoming more and more cocksure each time it crossed his face. Though that smile did not last long. There was a darkness to this place, a power that his soul rejected and reached for in equal measure.

this is going to get worse before it gets better. His master said kneeling over a pool of blood and the tattered remains of a younglings clothes.

How could it be worse than this? He thought.

Suddenly and without warning, Caltin’s hand shot past Dag and came away holding a monster. A vicious serpent like creature that snapped and writhed as it fought to constrict around his master. Dagos stepped toward his master eager to provide aid. If he had been sharper of his senses and not allowed the darkness to over take his mind and could his judgement. The tail of the serpent attacking Cal snapped at Dagos like a whip and had he not moved his head at the very last second he would surely have lost an eye.

With his mind now refocused, Dag was able to sense the second creature creeping up behind before he was out of time. Dagos did the only thing he could think to do in that split second and just flat out threw a straight right punch at the creature.

Caltin Vanagor Micah tol Powl Matsu Ike Leddie Gred Aydin Daunson

 

[Leddie Gred]

Leddie got a few steps closer before seeing.... By the Manda what was she seeing! The Zabrak Mandalorian took a few steps back. It... these were like.... He hands shook more as she started to take aim. But... she... she couldn't.... Memories flashed of when she was young, on Concord Dawn. She stepped back more before tripping to the ground. She couldn't get herself to yell, only managing to breath heavily as she started crawling back. This... this was.....

Caltin Vanagor Micah tol Powl Dagos Terrek Aydin Daunson Matsu Ike

 

[Matsu Ike]

Caltin Vanagor Leddie Gred Micah tol Powl Aydin Daunson Dagos Terrek

She kept going inwards.. the sounds around her there but there was more... dangerous things and worse within. SHe could sense Caltin and others who were with him as they came into view in the distance but she was seeing much more of it.. the twisted creatures stalking in the shadows or scurrying underfoot. Not making a sound but ever present, ever a danger... gnarled corruption that sank itno the ground and small burrows that were below them. "Spread out but remain within visual sight of each other." She said it and held her hand up to point where to start as the other jedi moved quietly but the jedi grandmaster was moving towards Caltin and the other making sure that her presence could be felt for the time being... didn't need an incident because one or two of them got worried about what was happening. "Master Vanagor."

 

[Micah tol Powl]

[ armor ] [ amphistaff ] [ short swords ]

[ claim your weapons ]
​

We are now on our final approach. Please bring your seats and tray tables to their full, upright position as we prepare for landing. And thank you for flying Air Pantoran...

He was numb. Stars dancing in front of his eyes and his mind reeling from the force of impact that had propelled the boy backward through the air. Instinct kicked in, the blue-skinned youth re-oriented himself in mid-air, flipping himself at the last minute before he struck a tree so that the soles of his boots, absorbing the impact in his legs as the numbness was shattered by the pain lancing up through his shins to his knees.

Dropping to the ground, the boy rolled up into a three-point crouch. A hand snaked up the inside of the heavy cloak that draped his slight form. Unbuckling the retainer straps, the boy cast the cloak aside -- like a Jedi shedding his outer robe -- as he rose back up. Albeit, on shaking legs as muscle fatigue snapped back with a vengeance.

As he caught his breath, the boy saw someone in Mandalorian armor crawling back along the ground, as a number of the wasp-winged mutants were closing in on him or her. "-tt-"

Drawing in a deep breath, the boy channeled the Dark Side into his body as he started forward. The two long knives flew over the Mandalorian armored figure, finding their targets with surprising power behind them, as the now un-armed Pantoran vaulted over the armored figure to engage a third in a flurry of whirling kicks.

His blades flew back through the air, recalled to his hands as the boy violently dispatched the insect-humanoid mutant.

"I think you'll find fighting easier standing up," the boy remarked candidly, talking back to the Mandalorian figure even while keeping his eyes out for their assailants.

"There's more where those came from," the violet-haired youth added, sheathing one of the long daggers, before he reached back an arm to offer the Mandalorian a hand up.

Were they on the same side?

Not sure. But with mutants swirling around, he was willing to bet that the Mandalorian wasn't on the mutant side.

"Come on. This is going to get worse before it gets better," the boy offered as a sort of grim encouragement, and completely unaware he was repeating the same thing that Caltin Vanagor had said.

Leddie Gred​

 

[NPC's]

The sounds of the insect mutated creatures as they attacked each other were still going.. the sounds as visera dropped from the sky was a real threat making the ground slick when the sounds of someone came through the forest itself. The scream was the first thing as the Valeyard saw them but dind't move in the shadows... The women scream loudly before she slipped and the wet sound of her head impacting a root came. The echo bringing things from the shadow that crawled and scurried over her skin getting panic... before she was being pulled back into the trees with more panic induced screams that were louder and louder.

 

[Gir Quee]

Objective IV (BYOO): Establish an SJC Outpost
Location: Le'Roche, Krant

Gir walked down the city's streets followed closely by Ariela and Sariya. After nearly a solid week cooped up in a starship, the sun and the ocean breeze refreshed him, speaking as much to his physical enjoyment of the sensation as much as the psychological. His sapphire blue eyes flitted across the town's buildings. Most were entirely serviceable, prefabricated affairs that could be found across thousands of worlds, most holding entirely pedestrian peoples and businesses - the common folk who really made the galaxy turn. The unpretentiousness that came with such Outer Rim settlements reminded Gir much of his home world and the folk he had grown up with in his childhood. He eyed a pair of children briefly run across the unpaved side road and onto a nearby field. Some things never change, do they?

"Reminds of you home, doesn't it?" said Sariya quietly.

"It does," admitted Gir, gesturing broadly across the island town, "not entirely in the physical details...but in the feel of the place."

"They have a shipyard here...an aquatic shipyard," said Ariela, "another reminder of home, perhaps?"

Gir hesitated, "I read that...not sure if I want to try my actual blue water skills any more, not with something that isn't company made at least...I doubt I have much of the skill anymore."

"I should have brought a skimmer with us then."

"Well, we might not need it. Let's get in touch with this major and see what we can do...don't want to be getting too ahead of ourselves now."