Public OBELISK VACATION RESORT - It's Time To Vacation Like You Know How!

[Caltin Vanagor]

NEVER A DAY OFF
OBELISK VACATION RESORT
”UNDISCLOSED LOCATION

A booming, yet very recognizable voice overtook many of the conversations around the bar and the restaurant.

I have a question to ask anyone here at this steakhouse… are you hungry?
Attention by many was naturally drawn to the center grill where he stood. The massive Jedi Master who (in all honesty) looks a bit silly in a chef coat, refused to wear one of those hats (talk about “silly”). ... because you won’t be when you leave tonight! "Cooking With Caltin" is live and on the air! Let’s get the ball rolling with the very first raffle of the evening at this brand new beautiful “Obelisk” Vacation resort. The custom “Reauleks” winner is… Torag… Torag Villuk of Coruscant! Congratulations!

Caltin looked right at the two Jedi, who he knew (though to be fair, one by reputation) and smirked, odd that they did not seem to know each other by their mannerisms. Maybe they were simply keeping up appearances to not draw attention. Others came out of the back with various foods as several members of the show staff, all wearing “Cooking with Caltin” Chef coats and aprons began cooking up culinary delights. The big man? He was mostly playing host, but his station was right in front of the conversation defenders of the light.

I’m a big eater, so I’m a big cook… no matter how many times I say that it sounds wrong and so if you are on board the “Obelisk” and able to hear my voice… get to the “Nova” Steakhouse and your bill is on the house! This no doubt caused a stir, especially among those who were already there, many sidling up to watch. Caltin could see the GAL Ltd. CFO with his mouth practically on the floor.

Caltin just gave him a look back as if to say “Don’t look at me like that.”

Spoiler: The Long and the Short as to why

Caltin Vanagor’s parents were majority owners of a huge intergalactic commercial shipping company who set up a huge trust fund for him on the day of his birth. When it was determined he would be best served as a Jedi, his trust fund was all but forgotten until decades later when his sister told him about it (she had her own) and they split the money on a family house on Naboo. He was soon lost on the planet Rhen Var for eight hundred sixty years frozen in ice. When he came out, he was a part of a new time, but found the bank that had his account was still open and his account was still active… full of over eighty six decades of interest.
Caltin then decided to make good with it and went into business with a man who was his distant relative, Liram Angellus, forming GAL Ltd. Liram would be the CEO and handled day-to-day and Caltin would simply be the financier and silent partner. He had no need for the money, so all of his stock options and residuals went back into the company, leaving enough to build and maintain a home and living expenses.

The big man started pulling out spices and herbs to go with the butter he was putting on a pan. He looked between the GrandMaster and the Vanguard and flashed a cheesy grin. Hi! Caltin Vanagor. I’ll be your master Je… Chef he joked, while pulling two pristine pieces of Nerf beef out and laid them out on the sizzling pan. As one of the other chefs was working on other items nearby, he nodded and they kept an eye on the two steaks.

Alright, it is time for the next raffle winner, and this one is cool! So everyone listen up! Up next is a Custom H-Type Nubian Yacht, this is cool because you decide what you want on the ship… heh within legal reason of course… and the shipyards of GAL Ltd will build it for you, building a ship specifically for you and you alone. So without further adieu… He stopped and scrunched his nose having no idea what he just said. The winner is… “Alfie… ThaVonGard”... Alfie ThaVonGard… congratulations! This is an awesome win…

Lorn Reingard • Valery Noble
[Text in Brackets is spoken on Comm-link] ~Like this is through the Force~​

 

[Serina Calis]

Obelisk Vacation Resort
Location: Obelisk Vacation Resort
Objective: Enjoy the time off.
Allies: ???
Opposing Force: ???
Tags: Jack Wright [OPEN]

"Coincidences don't exist, do they?"​

Serina let out a soft hum, tilting her head ever so slightly as Jack fell into step beside her, his ever-present smirk radiating that infuriating, effortless charm. She had expected him to trail behind, to let her take the lead—he always had before. But this time?

Clever.

Her gaze flickered sideways, sharp as ever, catching the sly wink he sent her way. "Gorgeous, is it?" she mused, amusement lacing her voice. "Careful, Jack. Flattery might just get you into trouble."

But she didn't slow. If anything, she matched his pace effortlessly, walking side by side as though they had always been partners in some grand scheme. The neon glow of the Obelisk reflected against her armor, crimson and violet glints playing along the polished metal as the faint hum of music and laughter filled the air around them.

For all the careful calculations she had made before coming here, for all the precise threads she intended to weave, she hadn't quite accounted for this—this easy rhythm between them. It was…

Dangerous.

And yet, Serina thrived on danger.

As they moved toward the heart of the resort, past glittering casinos and luxurious lounges, she let the silence stretch just a moment longer than necessary before breaking it with a wry smile.

"You know," she mused, her voice carrying that same measured confidence, "I have to admit, I wasn't sure if you'd play along. I half expected you to pull the 'noble Jedi' routine—lecture me about trust, duty, all that self-righteous nonsense before storming off to tattle to your superiors."

Her smirk widened, turning just enough to meet his hazel eyes beneath those vacation shades. "I suppose I should be flattered you're willing to bend the rules for me. Or is it just that you find me too entertaining to ignore?"

She let the words settle between them, waiting, watching. Not just for his answer—but for the game that was unfolding.

Because whatever happened next, Serina Calis was ready.

 

[Jack Wright]

(Tags: Serina Calis , OPEN)

The wryest of huffs escaped him, "Has it occurred to you, Padawan," The Knight quipped, side-eyeing his 'dear friend' with a lazy smirk, sandals patting on the lovely carpet they walked across. "That I simply missed your company and just want to know you're doing okay?"

What a strange couple they must look, to their surroundings. If Jack was seen by any allies, walking side by side with a foe, no doubt there's going to be tons of questions... And possible censures. But eh. He can handle the storm coming his way, once they find whomever it was Serina exactly wanted to speak to.

Otherwise, the young man was in no danger, in the present. Even if Serina tried something, even if she had backup, they were in the heart of Alliance space, and even without his weapons, Jack could handle himself. For his ally was the Force.

And it said he's in good hands.

 

[Serina Calis]

Obelisk Vacation Resort
Location: Obelisk Vacation Resort
Objective: Enjoy the time off.
Allies: ???
Opposing Force: ???
Tags: Jack Wright [OPEN]

"Coincidences don't exist, do they?"​

Serina let out a low, rich chuckle, the kind that was equal parts amusement and disbelief, as if the very idea of his words was somehow both absurd and fascinating.

"Missed my company?" she echoed, arching a delicate brow as she side-eyed him in return. "Jack, you do realize you just admitted to enjoying my presence, don't you?"

She let the moment hang in the air, savoring it like a fine wine. Oh, how she would keep that in her arsenal for later.

Then, with a casual grace, she lifted a hand, tracing her fingers lightly along the smooth railing of the hallway as they walked. The ambient glow of the Obelisk's lights played against her magenta-accented armor, shimmering softly with each measured step.

"Well," she mused, voice dipping into something softer—teasing, but not quite sharp. "If you truly must know… I'm doing just fine. No grand tragedies, no bitter betrayals. Just me, my ambitions, and the occasional game of cat and mouse with people who think they're clever."

She cast him another sidelong glance, this one layered with something more than just playfulness—something knowing.

"But let's not pretend you're only here for my well-being, hmm?" she added smoothly. "You wouldn't be walking beside me, of all people, in the middle of Alliance space if you didn't want something, too."

The smirk she gave him then was effortless, a slow curl of her lips that suggested she knew exactly what game they were playing—even if he hadn't quite admitted it yet.

"So tell me, Jack Wright," she continued, voice like silk, "what is it you really want?"

Because she knew this wasn't just about watching over her, or ensuring the success of whatever deal she had planned. No, Jack was smarter than that. And if he was bending the rules for her, there had to be something in it for him, too.

And that was what truly interested her.

 

[Jack Wright]

(Tags: Serina Calis , OPEN)

He didn't provide an answer, nor humour her. Just gave a most poignant smirk and side-eyed a machine, blinking wide with the most playful smile, "Oh look!"

Detouring from the original path, the Jedi headed for the standard claw machine, seemingly ordinary. Except for one, minute detail.

The plushes of iconic Sith Lords inside. Jack peered his head to the close, ears hearing the thrumming of the energy coupling connected to the claw atop.

"Raven, Nihilus, Valkorion... Krayt. Lumiya- Oh come, like she counts?" Rolling his hazel eyes, Jack smirked towards his 'date,' brows perked humouredly. "See any you like, than just me?"

Reaching out into his bathrobe to produce a credit chip.

 

[Serina Calis]

Obelisk Vacation Resort
Location: Obelisk Vacation Resort
Objective: Enjoy the time off.
Allies: ???
Opposing Force: ???
Tags: Jack Wright [OPEN]

"Coincidences don't exist, do they?"​

For a moment—just a flicker—Serina Calis was not the enigmatic, calculating woman draped in power and control. No, for that single instant, when her sharp blue gaze landed upon him—the unmistakable figure of a plush Darth Malak sitting amongst his fellow Sith Lords—she was something entirely different.

She gasped.

Not a composed, measured intake of breath. Not a carefully orchestrated reaction meant to play into some intricate game. No. This was pure, unrestrained delight, the kind she hadn't let slip in years.

"Malak!" she all but exclaimed, her voice a hushed, fervent whisper as she took a step forward, gloved hands pressing against the glass like a child at a toy store.

Her eyes gleamed with something wholly indecent—not lust, no—but something dangerously close. Admiration, amusement, possession.

"He looks perfect," she purred, eyes drinking in the absurd little plush—the metal jaw, the imposing stance, the tiny scowl stitched into its face, as though even in stuffed form, Malak would rather be razing planets.

Then, just as suddenly, the initial wonder shifted into something else. Want. Absolute, undeniable want.

Serina turned sharply on her heel, her luxurious cape whipping behind her as she rounded on Jack with a new intensity, the weight of her command unmistakable.

"Get it."

The words were low, clipped, spoken with the unwavering certainty of a woman who had never been denied anything she truly desired.

Jack had seen her composed. He had seen her vicious. He had even seen her playful.

But this? This was something new.

"Now," she insisted, punctuating the command with the smallest, deliberate tap of her gloved finger against his chest, just above where his bathrobe folded.

Her head tilted just slightly, her expression shifting into something both imperious and unbearably amused, as though she were daring him to refuse her.

"Jack," she crooned, her voice sliding into that sultry, silken register that had spelled the doom of many a weak-willed soul. "Be a dear, and win me Malak."

A slow, wicked smirk curved her lips.

"Or," she added, taking an indulgent step closer, voice dropping to a whisper just for him, "I will be forced to dismantle this machine with my bare hands."

And the worst part?

She absolutely meant it.

 

[Jack Wright]

(Tags: Serina Calis , OPEN)

Jack tried not to be surprised by this woman's antics anymore, but hearing her stupefaction upon that one particular Sith Lord, had the man genuine reeling.

Malak? Of all Sith available for a prize, she wanted MALAK? One of the most laughable Sith Lords in existence? Revan's favourite beat-up toy? Openly flummoxed, Jack saw in her eyes, Serina was deadly serious.

May be some emphasis on the deadly part.

"Alright dear, though you need to have better taste," Jack muttered, unsure why he was humouring her and wasting his credits on Darth Plate-Mouth the Moron, but here goes.

Inserting the chip, the crane reacted to life as Jack manned the controls, sticking his tongue out, hunched over and started attempting to grab the prize. Hazel eyes intensely focused.

 

[Reina Daival]

Location: Obelisk Vacation Resort
Objective: Let's Go Swimming!
Tags: Sable Varro
Outfit (Ignore the fact it has two legs >.> I can't edit to save my life)​

"...Well. Excuse you."

Reina blinked at the sudden arrival that ruined her relaxation. Something felt off about this. The whole feel-good vibes she had felt from finally being able to float in the pool had been replaced with...it was hard for her to explain the sensation. It seemed like a weaker aura of what she had felt on Woostri.

"Last time I checked, you don't wear armour to a pool. It's a good way to make people on edge."

Plus armour helped to weigh you down a lot more. Reina still needed to make her own armour eventually but right now, she was taking a break from her design ideas. She needed to focus on making something for her leg first off but that wasn't going to happen for a while. She had ideas she needed to work upon, people to discuss things with...

You should have spoken to Serina. Asked if she had any ideas.


She sighed to herself. Of course that inner voice would be back now that she had thought about Woostri. Reina just ran her hand down her face, letting out a long exasperated sigh.

 

[Valery Noble]

​

Outfit: Dress

Valery arched a brow as the man — Alfie — extended his hand, that playful grin of his just bordering on charming. There was something about him, something just a little off, but not in a bad way. Like he was playing a role he wasn't entirely used to, testing the waters of some new persona. She knew the feeling well.

Still, she took his hand, her own grip firm but warm. "Valery," she offered in return. This was Alliance space, so she saw no need to hide her identity. She wasn't exactly an unknown name here, but tonight, she wasn't the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order — just Valery, someone looking to enjoy a drink without a war weighing down on her shoulders.

"Flying solo too," she added, a small smirk playing at her lips as she lifted her wine glass. "And I never say no to good food and drinks." Before the conversation could go any further, a booming voice filled the restaurant, instantly drawing attention. Valery turned slightly in her seat, and....

It was Caltin Vanagor .

Of course he was here.

A small chuckle escaped her as she watched him play host to the entire steakhouse, his larger-than-life presence completely at odds with the delicate intricacies of fine dining. It was oddly endearing, though — especially when he threw a chef's coat over his broad frame and started calling out raffle winners like he ran the place.

But then.

"Alfie ThaVonGard… congratulations! This is an awesome win…"

Valery's gaze slowly shifted back to the man beside her. A luxury yacht, huh?

Her smirk returned, edged with obvious amusement. "That's a pretty big win, hm?" She sipped her wine, the teasing light in her amber eyes making it clear she was enjoying this.

Still, she couldn't resist. "So, what's the plan? Fancy new ship, fancy new life? Or are you gonna trade it for something more practical — like, I don't know, a steak?"

Lorn Reingard Caltin Vanagor ​

 

[Tasia Palpatine]

Carrying Palpatine's Saber
Wearing Raiments of Shiraya (no longer wearing this)

Tag: Shan Lily Decoria

She wasn't all that familiar with the Echani species so she would make a note to look that up when she had a free moment. "It feels a little strange to be so far off world, I've been gravitating to activities that let me pretend I can still see the sky." the station was luxurious but she was still very aware of its artificial nature.

"A hot tub would be delightful, the force wills it." she smirked. "What kind of doctor? I am a Jedi too, unofficially I guess, but I plan on asking the order to Knight me." she was proud of her abilities and thought the order to be a place she could be happy.

"How do you two know each other then? Do I sense something of a past there?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: OPEN //:
//: Attire //:

A resort getaway was too tempting to pass up.

More often than not, Allyson's missions left her buried in the mud or locked behind cell doors. But today, she could wear something other than a battered leather jacket or an itchy prison jumpsuit.

She took her time strolling into the resort, letting her cybernetic eye discreetly catalog the faces of vacationers basking in their temporary paradise. There was no rush. Everything here was sleek, polished, and designed for indulgence. The air was thick with the tantalizing scents of gourmet food and aged Corellian whiskey, each step toward the bar luring her deeper.

Stopping at the entrance of the restaurant lounge, Allyson adjusted the golden tie. She smoothed down the lapels of her fitted suit. The quiet whir of her cybernetic eye had become second nature, its hum a familiar companion. Over time, the augmentation had grounded the Shadow. She exhaled slowly and stepped inside.

The rich and intoxicating scent of seared steak hit her instantly. Her stomach churned, wanting her to give in to the sudden hunger. As much as Allyson wanted to indulge, something more important was on her mind; a drink.

Too many familiar tugs of the Force rippled through the room, a silent web of presences brushing against her awareness. Her instinct tightened in her chest; she had no interest in being recognized. Not here, not now. Carefully, she kept her presence hidden, blending into the crowd like another nameless soul seeking comfort in food and liquor. That was the job. That was where she belonged.

Allyson leaned on the bar and flagged the bartender down. He seemed grateful for a simple request and wasted no time pouring the alcohol into a glass before sliding it towards the Corellian. Allyson caught the glass with ease, staring at the amber liquid inside. The amber liquid always reminded her of Corellia.

This was the last batch made on Corellia before everything shattered. The newer stock, distilled off the planet, was a poor imitation of what it once was. She always ordered it from these years, just to give her a moment, a taste of home. A gentle smile tugged at her lips as she lifted the glass, quietly wondering how many bottles of this vintage were left. A finite indulgence. One day, she'd order it and be met with a shake of the bartender's head.

"Thanks," she murmured, raising the glass in a quiet salute before turning to face the crowd.

Her cybernetic eye kicked into overdrive, scanning, analyzing, and pulling data from stored files and the holonet. Faces blurred and sharpened in her vision, each categorized, some marked with recognition, others filed away for later. She leaned back, settling into quiet observation, lifting the tumbler to her lips. The whiskey burned, smooth and familiar. A taste of home.

Swirling the liquid in the glass, she watched it kiss the edges before settling again. A slow, deliberate movement that mirrored the way she existed in moments like these.

Always searching for something that no longer existed.

 

[Trayze Tesar]

OBJECTIVE III: ZEN & TONIC

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CURRENT MISSION - Pool Yourself Together
Immediate Goals -
1: Lie in the water
2: Try not to think about life
3: Think about life a lot

BLUFOR - Serina Calis & Sable Varro (professionally speaking)

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - OPEN FREQUENCY

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It was going to be one of those vacations, the type of vacation that Trayze had to wonder - why the kark were there only Jedi here?! Was I the only Sith in the galaxy willing to venture out into the wide blue yonder for relaxation?!

Exhaling through his teeth, he braced himself for the presences present, set up his towel, and slunk into the grotto with barely a ripple. It wasn't like the riverside grottos of his home in rural Besberra, but the water had called to him far more seductively than the glitz and the glamor of the casinos or the eateries - and he cursed the lad he had rescued not once, but twice would linger around the woman he had the displeasure of fighting on Yavin IV. Logically, it made sense, Jedi tended to clump together more readily than Sith, but still, her?!

A second exhale caused bubbled ripples, like an irritated cartoon of a waterbound predator, and burgundy eyes lazily regarded each person he shared the pool with. Regarding the strange figure of Sable Varro - though he knew not her name, he did know that either Sith or Mandalorians would be stubborn enough to wear armor to a pool party, and one whiff of her aura categorized her as the former.

Great, the one other Sith here, and it's a barmy one...

There was an orange haired lass ( Reina Daival ) who was no doubt chewing her out for the lack of proper pool attire, his gaze turned to another trio of Jedi, a Miralan gentleman and two human females ( Shan , Tasia Palpatine & Lily Decoria ) before looking to the far end, where a sixteen year old human lad ( Michael Angellus ) was engaging in a splash fight with some locals, and further ahead... a woman ( Dreidi Xeraic ) he swore he had seen at Naboo at the ballroom... But the eyes focused upon, then beyond the trilling infant, a young lad, still close to the elven eared woman that was evidently his female caretaker.

Cousin? Babysitter? Big sister? ...Mom?

The one solace, the one goal he had hoped. Fatherhood. Normally the notion would recall times where he had helped the younger of his friends, taking care of his little cousins, being there for his juniors on the force... to show that all the care his late parents and the grandparents who had raised him was for something. The grey, vaguely elf-like woman, through no-fault of her own had reminded him of the first woman who had kissed him in a somewhat romantic context - though that was a headcase that was doomed to destruction.

Before he could wallow further in his melancholy, he would sense two things that shouldn't have gone together - a presence that had first introduced herself as "Miss Velvet" and... childish eagerness?

Huh. A crane game. A crane game between the deadliest femme fatale Trayze had encountered in a long while... and a plushie of Darth Malak.

If only I had a camera... he thought to himself, another exhale, this time the foretaste of a mirthful chuckle. All was active. All was complicated. All could not be easily resolved. "Peace was a lie", after all, and there was "only passion" - but perhaps, in some strange way, Trayze Tesar could find some comfort in that.

 

[Lily Decoria]

Location: Obelisk - Spa Area
Outfit: Casual
Tag: Shan | Tasia Palpatine

She giggled when Shan attempted to fire back, "oh? I'm asking to be admired now am I? I thought Jedi were meant to be masters of self restraint." Lily winked, purely teasing the other Jedi for his comment. Lily was always one to enjoy teasing and flirting in this manner. It was a sparring of words that reminded her of how one actually fought with their body. It was a form of conversation Lily understood better than the other ways spoken language was conducted.

Looking at Shan as he introduced himself as a Jedi and a doctor, she shook her head, seemed a bit much for an introduction but Lily said nothing. Turning to Tasia, Lily gave a warm smile, "it can be nice and I'm sure that seeing things in a new position and differing view must be interesting. Not sure if you can from this station but there might be a chance to see the star that Naboo orbits." Lily mentioned, thinking that it could be interesting for Tasia to experience that.

They both seemed interested in joining Lily in the hot tub which was fantastic. Lily was never against company in relaxing and keeping a fun conversation going. "Excellent! I got a hot tub for myself, so should just be the three of there." Lily mentioned as she rose from her chair and led them to where she had booked the hot tub.

Tasia asked about her connection to Shan and a slight blush formed on her cheeks, especially given what occurred last time between the pair, "oh, I started my training on Coruscant as a Jedi, Shan was also a Padawan at the time and one of the first friends I made here." Lily explained.

 

[Liin Terallo]

Location: Spa
Wearing: Dress
Tags: OPEN

The Heart is always there. I feel it; like a weight in my chest and a pull in my mind. It lingers at the edges of my thoughts, whispering to me when I least expect it. It's voice is barely a murmur in my ear, yet I can still hear it above everything else. “You cannot run from me.”

I get to my feet, standing up from the couch and walk away from it. Perhaps staying still for too long was my mistake. I need to find some wine to quiet my mind. But as I move through the spa, one individual stands out to me immediately; Rian Solis. He was a bio-engineer of some renown from a distant planet, and he had a reputation for being a brilliant mind and an even sharper observer. I have crossed paths with him a few times before, but this time, something feels different.

Rian is standing alone near a window, his arms crossed as he stares out at the distant city skyline. There is an intensity to him - an intensity I am not used to in most of the people I work with. He does not seem to be just watching the city; but maybe watching everything.

I approach him cautiously, knowing better than to be too hasty in engaging someone as perceptive as Rian. For the moment I forget all about finding wine as my focus is on something else entirely. He turns when he senses my approach, and his eyes narrow slightly, not in recognition, but in scrutiny. It is like he is measuring something about me.

“You’re not yourself, Director.” His voice is calm, but there is an edge to it.

I freeze, my well practiced smile falters slightly for a moment, but I recover it quickly. "I am fine. Just here to relax, like everyone else."

He shakes his head slowly, a small smirk forming at the edge of his lips. “Relaxing, yes. But something else, too. I can see it. There’s a… weight to you now. A shift.”

His eyes do not leave mine, and it is as if he can see through every mask I have carefully crafted over the years. I have always been good at maintaining control of myself, but in his gaze, I feel myself faltering. Is it possible that he senses the Heart inside me?

"Maybe you are just imagining things, brought on by the atmosphere or a drink." My voice feels steady, but even I can hear the slight tension in it.

“No,” he leans a little closer, his gaze unwavering. “I’m not imagining anything. You’re carrying something, Director. It’s not just the pressure of your position. It’s something more… personal. Something that’s fusing itself inside you.”

I feel a cold shiver run through me. Does he know? How could he know?

Rian’s gaze softens, though there is still an intensity in it. “I know the signs. I've seen it before.”

My heart skips a beat. "Seen what before?"

His expression darkens a fraction. "The Heart."

The word hits me like a blow to the chest. The Heart. How did he know about what it does? Did he solve the puzzles in the ancient city too? He watchs me carefully as I grapple with the realization that I might be dealing with someone who can sense it; someone who is aware. Yet I know that he's not one of those Force Wizards. Just like I am not.

“I’ve been tracking it for a while. I’ve encountered something like it before—something that feeds on a person, grows inside them, takes over. I didn’t realize you were already… so far gone.”

I feel a jolt of panic inside me, but I keep my composure. I am not far gone. I am still myself. "You do not know know me well enough to make such an assumption."

Rian does not respond to my statement. He simply just watches me with a deep, knowing look that I want to run away from. But the fact that he seems to know what is happening to me compells me to stay. “You’re fighting it, aren’t you? It’s already begun, but you’re holding it back. For now.” He pauses for a moment before speaking again, his voice low and measured. “You can’t keep hiding it forever. The Heart… it’s not like other things. It doesn’t just take over. It changes you. Makes you see the galaxy through it's lens. And the more you resist, the stronger it becomes. You’ve been trying to control it, but it’s already influencing your decisions, your actions. It’s shaping everything you do, and you don’t even realize it.”

I took a step back, my mind racing. How can he be so certain? I mean, yes I am here on a vacation of sorts, something that I had not done before, but still. That does not mean that I am being taken over by something. “I do not know what you think that you know about me,” I respond, keeping my voice steady, “but I can assure you that you are wrong.”

Rian smiles slightly, but there is no joy in it. “Am I? I’ve been watching you. Your decisions are getting… erratic. Riskier. More self-serving. The Heart feeds on that kind of behavior. It’s already found a way to plant itself inside you. And it won’t be long before it takes full control.”

I shake my head. Everyone that knows me in some small way knows that I am stubborn. “I will not let that happen.”

His eyes shift, filling with something close to pity. "You can't stop it by yourself. You can’t fight it by sheer willpower alone. It’s not just inside you. It’s in you. And it knows you, Director. It knows your weaknesses. It will always find a way to push you further."

I lower my head a little as the truth of it settles into my chest like a heavy stone. I want to fight it and win. I have to. I cannot let the Heart use me like it wants to.

I return my gaze to Rian's eyes. I can see something else innthem this time. It is not just awareness, but a kind of resilience. A strength that could match the Heart, even if it is still buried deep inside him. He does not seem afraid of it. He seems to understand it's nature. And that terrifies me in some way. “You have seen what this can do, haven’t you?” I ask him softly, almost to myself.

Rian did not respond right away. Instead he returns his gaze to the window. “I’ve fought it. And I won. But it takes more than just strength. It takes... sacrifice. Something that the Heart will never give you. And you're not prepared for that. You're not prepared for anything that will happen next. But soon you will have to be...Others will find you. They will sense you like you can sense them. But a word of warning; don't trust them. Some will try to kill you to consume the Heart's power.” He gives an amused smile then as he looks at me, almost sizing me up. "If I were you, I might want to take up some self defence classes."

I turn my gaze to the window then, taking in the weight of his words. Some of it gave me hope, but some of them scared me too. There are others infected by the Heart? They can find eachother? I need to learn how to fight? Oh, now I really need a glass of wine! And a tall one at that!

And just as I turn to ask if Rian would join me, I see that he had gone. My thoughts had distracted me to the point that I did not even notice. Now that is something that will need to change.

After my wine.

 

[Ukvax the Gilded]

Ukvax the Gilded Allyson Locke

Business.​

That was what the Geonosian had came to the station for, even with his plethora of drone attendants and the guards (unarmed) around him. But he craved... well, craved was a strong word. He desired to find company to speak with; he knew that one of the key pieces of warfare that would win Geonosis was that of connections. And indeed, with the negotiations prior, the Geonosian recognized the woman at the bar counter. Why did he recognize her? A combination of Geonosian olfactory senses, as well as his own solid eyesight, pointed him in the direction of the mysterious woman. Truth be told, she was intriguing - likely an assassin he could hire, or perhaps even a bodyguard... Or at least, to grasp more information from. He needed allies after all.

So, what followed Allyson was a five foot two tall Geonosian, as well as his taller protocol droid waddling over. The cane gently thwhacked against the ground as to draw her notice (it was not as if the cramped counter enabled easy space) and attention. Staring up at her with those black eyes and orange pupils, the Geonosian clicked-chattered in his usual dialect. One that the droid would surely translate in a few moments.

[GEONOSIAN]: "Ackh-heyak mrrrrrrrrw. Geyh-hgeyh-mrrrrrrrpp; Geyaik-soyuek-heuyeuk ka-kliak."

The protocol droid stared at Allyson Locke with its unsettling large eyes, as the Archduke apparently seemed to be... sniffing. Specifically the lingering odor from the whiskey. It was very faint, but it was present.

[BASIC]: "His Eminence, Archduke Ukvax, wishes to know what you are drinking; he also recognizes you from before. He would like to speak with you if you have the time and the possibility of desiring to pursue steady work."

A nod, as the Archduke's short stature and big, thick-lidded eyes, stared into her own. Mostly with curiosity akin to that of a engineer examining a particularly fascinating piece of machinery. But for now, he patiently awaited her words...

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

OBJ II
Ezorea Zethussaln​

No sooner had the waiter disappeared did her guest arrive. Cora dipped her head in greeting, a warm smile fixed to the Arkanian woman.

"I've not been waiting long. Lady Zethussaln, I trust?"

On Ukatis, handshakes were typically exchanged between men. They were not on Ukatis. Core customs dictated a more diplomatic approach, so Cora extended her hand.

"Corazona von Ascania, Jedi Knight. It's a pleasure to meet you in person. Please, have a seat - are you hungry?"

As the other woman settled into the booth, she'd find a holopad menu of her own next to the place setting. Cora took a moment to observe her guest. It occurred to her that it had been a long while since she'd encountered an Arkanian - and this one, in more pleasant surroundings than a crumbling cultist temple. A natural lack of pupils made it difficult to easily track their line of vision, but what struck her was the stunning lavender shade of Ezorea's irises. A mixed breed, perhaps?

"Gorgeous outfit," she nodded in approval, gesturing with her chin to the woman's fine robes. "And you wear it well. Tell me, who is the designer?"

 

[Shan]

Tags: Lily Decoria
Objective: Spa Relaxing!
"I mean. Self-Restraint doesn't mean you aren't allowed to look at something nice. It's being able to control yourself. And I like to think that I'm pretty good at that."

Shan kept a grin on his face as he shrugged his shoulders. He was good at controlling his emotions most of the time...Maybe some of the time actually...Eh. Maybe that was something he shouldn't think about. Instead he turned his attention to Tasia Palpatine 's question.

"Medical. Haven't specialised in anything yet. Decided to end my sabbatical somewhat early and come back to the New Jedi Order. I can find something to specialise in another time."

When he wasn't able to do his Jedi duties. Shan planned on being a Jedi for as long as he could, but he was sure there would come a point that he needed to retire. Of his own choice, or because of some incident. He had to have a backup plan in that case which was well...studying. Nothing would be able to stop the Mirialan from studying.

His eyes darted over towards Lily when Tasia asked if the pair had a history, but he kept a bright grin on his face as his attention then went back to Tasia.

"Yeah. Lily's one of the first people who made me challenge my own beliefs and ideals. She's one of the reasons I am who I am today. I guess that works somewhat as a past."

 

[Niki Priddy]

Objective: Relax?
On Her Person: Attire - See Right | Wristwear | L&R Middle-Finger Rings | Belt | Belt Loop Charm | Dasmi's Pendant | Coal Nail Polish | Transition Glasses | Glasses Charm | Lipstick - Not being Worn
Pockets: Yellow Vipers
Augmentation: PGEM-SAP "Amber Eyes"
Direct Tags: @OPEN
Indirect Tags: Lily Decoria | Shan | Tasia Palpatine | Liin Terallo

Stepping off the loading ramp with a deep drag from the Yellow Viper nestled between her lips, Niki stared at the installation with every bit of critique she could muster. Eyes glowing the harsh yellow as they had been for the entire time that her ship had been on approach. So far, the only thing missing in her opinion was a handful of dedicated asteroids to aid in protecting the tourist attraction.

But that was her own opinion from past experiences.

The chunky heels thudding against the ground with her approach to one of the entry terminals for the resort. Hand absently rising to remove the Viper from it's place to flick ash before quickly replacing it and taking another drag. A calming and almost cheerful feeling lacing itself through the growing anxiety and irritation in her body. It had been some time since she'd run Amber eyes for this long, and the continued processing enhancements were starting to make her wish the galaxy would burn for how slow everyone seemed to move around her. Nearly inside the resort when a sharp sound caught her attention.

A guard stopping her before she could enter as she followed their gaze to the cigarette in her mouth. Her brow creasing as her gaze flicked down to see she still had half left and smartly turned on her heel and walked back towards her ship.

"You don't have to leave but-"

Extending her hand to make them stop as the other cupped her face. Fingers holding the butt in place as she inhaled deep. Enjoying the buzz as her thumb pressed the spot behind her left ear. The hum of electricity leaving her head as her eyes went hazy for a brief second before settling back into her sub-optimal vision. Blowing out before repeating the process until the scorching burn reached her lips. Licking her thumb and index finger to put out the cigarette between them.

The solemn look on her face giving way to a slight smile as she flicked the remains of the Viper into a trash bin and walked back.

"Good?" Tone a step back from the usual concise and cutting tone to something more amiable.

Even if it wasn't genuine.

A nod and a welcoming wave of their hand after checking her in allowed her inside. One hand in her jacket pocket as she blinked and oriented herself to the map held in the other. Settling on one attraction in particular as she stuffed the little map into her jacket pocket and walked.

"I should do this more often." The words already countered by the unsettling memories in her mind of previous attempts to relax by the pool.

The memory already giving her a headache at the memory. An invading fleet. An all too excitable and murderous robot controlling the city. A chit-headed Mando that would watch the galaxy burn before he admitted defeat. All that leaving a poor taste in her mouth that had kept her from visiting a place like this for far too long. A pause in her step as she considered how many years it had been.

Wondering about her lifestyle almost aloud as she continued on toward the pool. Spotting three in particular beings that were vaguely familiar in some way as her pendant alerted her to their presence also.

"Jedi." Stopping as she spoke the word, spying chairs behind the three that were open. Surprised she hadn't scowled at seeing them as she didn't let their presence deter her. Walking past them with a brief nod and a word.

"Pardon me."

Moving to an open chair before beginning to strip out of her protective layer down to the swimsuit she'd picked up on the way over.

 

[Serina Calis]

Obelisk Vacation Resort
Location: Obelisk Vacation Resort
Objective: Enjoy the time off.
Allies: ???
Opposing Force: ???
Tags: Jack Wright [OPEN]

"Coincidences don't exist, do they?"​

Serina's piercing blue eyes never once left the machine, as if her sheer willpower alone could compel the claw to obey. Arms folded, she stood poised beside Jack, radiating an intensity so disproportionate to the situation that it was almost comical.

Almost.

Because she wasn't joking.

Jack muttered something about taste, and Serina huffed—a sharp, indignant sound as she shot him a look that could have flayed lesser men alive.

"Excuse me?" she scoffed, tilting her head ever so slightly, the movement slow, deliberate—dangerous. "You're mocking my choice, Jedi?"

A pause. A heartbeat.

Then, silk and venom, intertwined.

"Malak was a warrior of singular will," she stated, her voice dropping into something reverent—as if she were reciting scripture. "A monolith of strength, a titan of conviction. Unlike his cowardly predecessors, he did not fail around and cry about Cathar—he claimed what was his. He took."

She exhaled sharply, nostrils flaring, glaring at the plush as though it personally held the fate of the galaxy in its ridiculous, stitched little hands.

"And Revan?" she continued, voice dripping with disdain. "A liar. A hypocrite. A miserable fool who—"

A beat.

A sharp, tiny gasp.

Because the claw had snatched Malak by his oversized, comically boxy head.

Serina's hands clutched at Jack's robe, fingers twisting into the fabric as she inhaled—tension coiling through her frame, eyes locked on the prize as it hovered, swayed, and—

—dropped.

Back into the pile.

A long, pregnant silence followed.

Serina stared.

Then, she turned her gaze to Jack.

Slow.

Measured.

Lethal.

"Try. Again."

It wasn't a request. It wasn't a plea.

It was an ultimatum.

Her grip on his robe tightened, and the very air around them seemed to chill. The crane itself gave an ominous little whirr, as if sensing that its life expectancy had just been severely shortened.

Jack was not leaving without that Malak.

No one was.

 

[Sable Varro]

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OBELISK VACATION RESORT

Tag: Reina Daival

Deployment Location:

• Primary Target Zone: [Obelisk]

Equipment Loadout:

• Primary Weapon(s): N/A
• Secondary Weapon(s): N/A,
• Specialized Gear: N/A
• Armor & Attire: Personal Armor

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Sable grunted as she yanked off the helmet with a hiss of decompressing seals, setting it beside her with a hollow clunk. She crouched down near the edge of the pool, gloved fingers prying at the filter casing on the inside of her helm—dust and damp clogging the mesh from the swamp she'd passed through earlier.

"Yeah, well," She muttered, shaking water from a filter. "Last time I checked, I didn't ask for fashion tips from someone floating like a dead fish."

She gave a sharp flick to the filter, trying to knock out the grit. Her tone wasn't angry—more dry and clipped, the kind of blunt edge that covered discomfort.

"Someone sprayed this...fething perfume into my helmet" A pause. She glanced at Reina, one brow arched. "Didn't think so."

Sable exhaled through her teeth, setting the filter aside to dry.

"…Didn't exactly plan on interrupting your… zen moment, either."

She looked to Reina, and froze as she recognized the face.

She knew this person. Her name however, eluded Sable, and so, she committed to the act of not knowing her.

She had to. She pushed down the concerns that came to mind, trying to remain composed on the surface, she had to.

"Just needed clean air. That's all."