Peace is a Process [OSL T3 of Aikhibba Hex] Open

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Location: Space, Jumping from Hyperspace in proximity to Masterra
Objective: 4 - Assess
Enemies: None
Allies: Not sure yet
Post: 2

"No chatter from inside but we can assume hull integrity."

Gabe looked over as he clicked on the last components of his armored suit. "Yeah, best to play it safe." He spoke softly as he cracked open the tin of the locker and pulled out a helmet. The metal was greased and dark grey, lacking any luster in its matter properties.

"That gonna work?"

"I've got a breather apparatus built into, mild modification. Suit is hermetically sealed. Should be fine." He facially shrugged before clicking it on and sealing the suit. Reaching into the locker, he pulled out a stun truncheon, R-88 suppressor riot rifle, and a stun pistol. He looked through the rest of the excessive armory and scoffed.

"Not a fan of the bolter huh?" The pilot smirked.

"No. We're supposed to be lightside and Jedi oriented. That sort of weaponry is destructive beyond necessity." He loaded a pack into the rifle before slinging it over his shoulder. He did the same with the pistol before strapping it to his thigh. "Besides...the emptiness of space tends to get to people, especially when they're stranded. If push comes to shove, I want to be able to put people down without killing them."

Gabe slapped the truncheon on the other plate of his back before heading towards pressured shoot. Before closing the door behind him, he looked over his shoulder and waved. "A lot of empty space out there, don't leave me hanging. I'll call if I need pick up." The door shut behind him and he prepared to enter the vacuum of space. He had intent on scuttling around the freighter, finding an appropriate duct to enter the vessel. Just like that one time on Sullust.

 

[Andy Khor]

Location: Near the vessel with the Boomerang (template in progress)
Objective 4
Enemies: None
Allies: The Order of the Sacred Lotus
Post: 1

"Another ship nearby" "This one seems small..." Hex got the ship near, putting the weapons off, but with the engine and systems ready to evade any in case of an attack "Orbalisk. We are a ship from the Sacred Lotus. Are you friendly?" Andy was already in his suited up, with a suit resistance enough for bolts damage in space, but lightweighted. With his lightsaber in hand, he got to the hangar door "Hex, i dont wanna make the others on Aikba..." "Aikhibba" corrected the droid in the radio "Whatever, just get me close to the vessel. I´ll find out what happened. If they are friendly, then they will accompany. If not, i´ll see if i can reach the weapon system of the vessel and give you a hand"

With that, Andy got launch into the space. The suit had propulsors on the back, and the Boomerang leave him close, so he was close to the vessel in no time. With the lightsaber, he cut a whole, into what the scanners of his helmet told him to, creating a passage into "Tell me if the radio signal goes low" in another time, he would wait for any assistance, but the people in aikhibba was starving, and that vessel would serve as a way to move supplies from system to system.

[member='Gabriel Sionoma']

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Location: Heading towards the freighter
Objective: 4 - Assess
Enemies: None
Allies: Not sure yet, maybe [member="Andy Khor"]
Post: 3

::You remember how you said this space probably wasn't empty?::

Gabe looked up towards the nearest star, catching it's horizon just over the hull of the ship. His fingers locked into the grav pad as he clung to the metal. ::Uhh, yeah. I remember mentioning that.::

The pilot looked out through the viewscreen towards the incoming vessel. ::Well, you were right. We got incoming. They claim to be part of the Sacred Lotus.::

::Sorry, you got fuzzy there at the end. Did you say the Silver Lotus?::

::No, SACRED LOTUS::

::Ah...:: Gabe took the moment in the vacuum of space to ponder, slowly walking his way along to the closest duct. ::Well, anyway to prove it?::

::No. The Galactic Alliance and Sacred Lotus, as far as I know, don't share friend or foe codes.::

::Well then just tell them the truth. Got a 50/50 shot to avoid some unfortunate circumstances.::

::10-4::

The pilot switched off from the encrypted channel to open up broadband to the incoming vessel. ::Sacred Lotus, this is the Expedition 1. We are a component of the Sulon Law Enforcement Expeditionary Group, lead by Gabriel Sionoma. Jedi Marshal of the Galactic Alliance. We are here to offer aid.::

 

[Amun]

Location: Monastery Space
Allies: TBD
Enemies: TBD
Objective: BYOO
Post: 2/20

A masculine voice had reached out to Uroy's personal freighter and had asked him of his business within the system. The Echani had brought no conflict with him although he was armed with a spear, but he was a warrior. Not the kind of warrior that crusaded for glory and fame that held no meaning to him. To him those were just petty excuses for one to unleash wrath and harm to those that did not deserved it. No, he was the warrior type of reasoning. The kind that would bring justice on the wicked and have his blade tear through the flesh of evil.

So what legitimate reason could he give to the man that was buyable?

"I am...lost. I've brought no form of terror. I just need to rest."

A passive and friendly response. One that wouldn't shove away a man like Uroy.

With his response, he was granted access to station his vessel in one of the finished hangars. No doubt would some personnel come to his location and give him a tour of the station, and possibly the temple on Monastery.

 

[Andy Khor]

Location: Near the vessel with the Boomerang (template in progress)
Objective 4
Enemies: None
Allies: The Order of the Sacred Lotus
Post: 2

"Nothing in my scanner...or nearby" "The ship is from the Galactic Alliance so we are alright" "I may need backup" "Expeditionary Group, requesting assistance. Andy Khor is currently inside the vessel"

The first body, it was from a human engineer apparently. She had tools around her vest, so Andy assumed that. The second was a couple of troopers by the armored suits they were wearing. He was one block away from the entry point. The helmet was recording a map of the ship, for Andy to not get lost, but he needed to arrive to a computer and add some energy to know what happened. If there was something in the cargo bay which represents a threat. If there was something toxic, it would have been taken away by the emptiness of the void.

Andy got close to a computer, connecting a cable to an USB port "Alright gimme information" the data was updating to the cameras nearby. The vessel engine was off, so it wasnt producing any energy, so Andy could only turn on and download information out of an small area at a time. Like the story, told in parts "Tell them to bring a cell-power or something...i dont wanna wait for any starved survivor" said retreating and watching the scene inside his helmet. The engineer was walking while two soldiers where walking in the other direction and were gonna meet. A tremble happened, knocking the three down. Andy fasted forward the recording of the camera, until the three started to float, meaning that there was a breach and the air was being pulling out by small amounts. And then the video ended, meaning that the ship finally powered down.

[member='Gabriel Sionoma']

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Hoylin​

[member="Bethany Kismet"]​

[member="Hazel Zanteres"]​

[member="Evelynn"]​

A little nod followed as Evelynn beckoned her to show her just what was in their reach.

Cerbera gestured for her to walk with her and they drifted from the streets towards one of the shops.

In the distance the fire was still raging, but surprisingly enough some of the more intelligent bandits stopped and tried to put it out. This was all part of their opportunistic streak, of course, they simply realized that if they let the district burn down... there wouldn't be anything to loot. It was anyone's question if they would actually succeed, as there wasn't much in the way of equipment to actually calm down the fires.

Looming up in front of them was a boutique - torn fabric still clinging to the floor, trampled from a hungry stampede - and there were still shadows brushing past each other inside.

"Shock and awe, my dear, try not to kill too many?" After all, every single one that they killed, where ones that Cerbera wouldn't be able to aggressively shape into their odds and ends.

That seemed a waste, if you asked her.

The Sith Lord was first past the entrance. Eyes refocused themselves on the shadowy darkness, before picking up on the cues spread around the room. Most of the furniture was rudely scattered around, expensive clothing either trampled, torn apart or already ransacked to completion. There was blood splattered around, but Cerbera did not see any corpses laying around.

"Boys, I see we got a-" Dirty, skin burned and black eyes... stupid stepped up and the next words got caught in his throat as the Sith's attention snapped to him. Long, sharp fingers gestured in the air in symbols.

The man collapsed, blood drooling from his mouth.

He was having a fit all of a sudden.

Cerbera simply smiled her bright smile behind her mask. This was going to be fun.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Somewhere in space
Allies: TBD
Enemies: Soon™
Tagged: [member="Andy Khor"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]
Objective: 4
Posr: 3/20

Salvaging was something Vilaz had never done in his life. He was a warrior, not some scrap hunter. But that entirely changed after the collapse of the Clans. Back in those times the Mandalorians did not need to scavenge and salvage the necessities. No, they were conquerors and builders. They had the finest piece of technology that was priceless on the black market; they had indomitable soldiers that would bring fear to the greater warriors; and their vessels would shadow over countless star systems and bring an iron curtain over their suns.

They were something that words could not describe them. But soon all the glory, all that fame, all that power toppled over after the incident on Mandalore which led to a weak union of the Mandalorians. They weren't what the Galaxy thought of them; however, if one knew their history well, they knew that the Mandalorians would come back and stronger than their predecessors. They were an idea, and ideas could not go extinct. And that idea would evolve under the regime of Vilaz.

As he had never salvage things in his life, that didn't necessarily mean that he wouldn't do it. This was an example of him and his warriors adapting. Doing things they have never done or liked in their life.

"Hmm, seems like I'm not the only one here," the Sole Ruler said to himself as he piloted his personal freighter towards the distress signal and noticed his scanner picking up a variety of unique ships. He did not hailed them nor would he go on the offensive. He would just trek closer and closer to the freighter without stopping.

 

[Bethany Kismet]

​Location: Hoylin, Port City of Hylotl
Objective: Investigate Contagion
Allies: [member="Hazel Zanteres"] [member="Zip"]
Enemies: [member="Cerbera"] [member="Evelynn"] [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Post: 3

"Of course," Bethany replied, a little absently. "We should have their preliminary reports, but we can requisition their full files- what they sent us was just the overview. But when we have a doctor on board, the detailed files would be far more useful. I'll see that they are sent over."

The pair ducked into the main tent that had been set up for their use. Crates were being unloaded, equipment set up with an appreciated efficiency. But there was still a certain distance in the Jedi's expression.

She turned her head toward where the explosion had come from. Even though the walls of the tent blocked her view, her frown deepened.

"Get the comms set up," she said. "Priority alpha. I need to know what's happening across the city and we need to contact the hospitals."

"Yes ma'am."

"Michael, you know you'd be no help on Hoylin," Bethany had chuckled, touching his arm lightly. "You'd just stand there brooding and getting in everyone's way." It was said warmly and with laughter, taking any potential sting out of the words.

He'd nodded, eventually, making her promise to bring some of his Journeymen with her at least. It had been an easy thing to agree to, after all.

"I'll be back before you know it."

Not for the first time, Bethany sighed and wished he was here.

She could almost feel the spider's web around them, though the strands were so subtle she couldn't be sure where they started and simple chaos began.

*****

Location: Monastery, Sanctuary Hangar
In Scene: [member="Uroy Thake"]

He was greeted by a hunch backed, elderly Ithorian. Sorin waited patiently for the ship to land and it's occupant to hop out before offering a chuff and raising a hand.

"Welcome to Sanctuary, young man," he said with a slight wheeze. Leaning on a cane, he was an unimposing figure despite the tall, curving hammerhead of his species.

"I'm Sorin, and I'm what you got stuck with, showing up when everyone important is away. Go greet our guest Sorin, they said. But I'm just the gardener, I says back!"

The Ithorian shook his head will a chuckle.

"Well, even a gardener can offer welcome, says they. So here I am. Come, let's get you the obligatory cup of tea. If I didn't offer it, Miss Kismet would give me a vaguely disappointed look and then tell me it was alright. It would be awful."

 

[Baghead]

Location: Hilo {Objective 3}
Enemies: Law and Order
Allies: Chaos and Anarchy
Post: α¹

Baghead had begun to like the planet of Hilo, after only three weeks of getting accustomed to the temperate planet, it was a large improvement from Duro, and especially Anoth. However resilient his body may have been, the climate of that terror wrecked planet always left him feeling a little off. He had spent those three weeks sewing in crime to the city of Kama, the second largest city on the planet, although that wasn't saying much. Seeing an unstable society, divided with minimal foreign contact, it just made Baghead giddy with joy, like a new set of dominoes to knock over. Although he still had more work to do before he could even plunge this lone city into the chaos that was the galaxy in his eyes, or lack thereof, Baghead was lucky enough to set the ball in motion today. Seeing an opportunity he couldn't pass up, he had accelerated his plan, willing to sacrifice some preparation time to bring in the next era of the galaxy has he had foreseen it to this backwater planet. Baghead sat in a room in one of the only hotels in the city, waiting patiently for his courier to return.

The courier didn't knock before entering, instead going straight to Baghead who was sat on the musky chair in the corner of the room. The human didn't say a word, only activating the hologram he held before Baghead could request him too, a heavyset man in his late 50s appeared before the two, spoke the recorded message, "Whomever you might be, your threats of criminal espionage do not frighten us here at the city council, I recommend you turn yourself into the authorities before this gets out of hand, if you are lucky, we will grant mercy upon your trial." Baghead let out a chuckle, "I see you did your job well, Star'ya." The nervous seventeen year old jittered here and there, "Y-yeah, yeah, uh, Mr. Baghead, could, I, uh, y'know, get my payment?" Baghead stood up, "Of course!" Baghead took a small vial from his jacket pocket, filled to the brim with spice, "Just one small thing before you get it?" Fear and confusion wrought Star'ya's face, "What? W-what? What is it?" Baghead raised a small pistol, "You die." Before she could react, Baghead shot her point blank, instantly killing the young woman. Baghead caught her falling body before it hit the floor and dragged it over to the bed. "Number one!" He shouted before doing anything else, causing a very large male with blue skin also wearing a paper bag over his head to enter. Baghead turned, "Bag." From his coat, the henchman drew a folded paper bag and handed it to Baghead. Baghead fit the bag over the dead human's head and began undressing her, "Well, come on, we don't have all day." The henchman walked over and helped until the woman was bare, prompting Baghead to uncap the vial and pour the illegal substance all over the bag and body dropping the empty container by her side. Satisfied with his work, he took a notecard from his pocket, and laid it atop her stomach, written on it, The Show Has Just Began. Baghead snapped his fingers twice, "I think it appropriate we take our leave, if Number Two is as punctual as I remember, the authorities should already be on their way." The henchman only grunted and followed him out, closing the door to the room behind them.

 

[Amun]

Location: Space Station
Tagged: [member="Bethany Kismet"]
Objective: BYOO
Post: 4/20

When the Echani had departed himself from his freighter, with nothing besides himself and his clothes, he was instantly greeted by a hunched Ithorian that seemed to be in his elderly days just by seeing the cane that the alien used and his voice being wheezy. Uroy did not think less of the Ithorian; however, he did show high respect and regards of the man.

The young man then bowed before Sorin as he was taught so by his parents, especially by his father as he was Atrisian and honor and respect was a grand thing on what was once of Atrisia. "I am pleased to make of your acquaintance, sir," the Thake greeted back to the gardener. "And I'd be delighted to have some tea, it is my favorite beverage second to water."

Never offer him some carbonated drink or alcohol because he would immediately spit that out from his mouth.

"Who is this Miss Kismet and what is this place," he inquired to the Ithorian as they walked together. He needed to know. He had nonstop explored foreign places to end these visions he received in his slumber, and he wanted them to stop.

 

[Hazel Zanteres]

Location: Hoylin, Port City of Hylotl
Objective: [2] Assess & Investigate the Situation
Enemies: [member="Cerbera"] | [member="Evelynn"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Allies: [member="Bethany Kismet"] | [member="Zip"]
Posts: 3

Hazel had nodded mutely to Bethany, having one of the city's doctors would make obtaining the relevant information a whole deal more easier. The Hapan had experience with how hectic and troublesome trying to gather data was, especially when in the midst of a city that was currently in a crisis. It resulted in a slow process, incomplete files or entire documents ended up just missing that were equally crucial to piecing everything together.

She only hoped Hoylin would've suffer as such.

Once they were in the tent, Hazel busied herself with seeing if there was an updated information, but the communication system was still in the middle of being setup.

Then another explosion shook the ground, the sides of the tent shifting slightly in response.

Hazel sighed, walking the short distance up to Bethany's side.

"I had hoped the city wouldn't have fallen into such violence already." Her thoughts turned to Mustafar, how occupied her mind was during the transit there. Wondering if Fralideja was in chaos, riots on the streets and so on. Although that situation was a lot less violent than Hazel had anticipiated, this current one didn't seem like it was going to go the same way. "Or it could be that the more unsavoury sort are taking advantage of the chaos."

 

[Elisea Apollodor]

HAVEN​

Monastery​

It always amazed Elisea how much work went into something like this. Inside Haven she had to stop and just take in the sight of it all. "And there are stations like this at'ome?"

"Bet yer arse, Dosuun, Cerea and Lanteeb," Quith answered with a chuckle, "bloody Lanteeb with their damn races."

"It's amazin' is what it is," the brunette replied as she looked at the ginger. Quith twirled his mustache between his thumb and index finger with another hand on his hip. She chuckled a little, he looked rather pleased with himself. Like a cat that's had a go with the milk saucer when his mum wasn't lookin'. "So what about this grand tour? Gonna show me all the nooks and crannies of the place?"

Quith nodded sagely, "yes lass, I shall show you the way. The way of a lost Imperial!" He threw an arm around her shoulder, "an Imperial stuck in the arse end of the galaxy, and all he wants is a good pint and some rest."

"Aye, good pints are hard to come by, but the local brew's alright."

"Alright if yew like drinkin' piss, c'mon let's see what we can't stir up."

Post 2

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Post Count: [1]
Location: Hoylin, City of Hylotl.
Objective: A great. Many. Things.
Tags: [member="Hazel Zanteres"] [member="Bethany Kismet"] [member="Evelynn"] [member="Cerbera"]

Chaos was a beautiful thing; it had the near magical capability of shredding the pretences of every gentlebeing and showing them, and the galaxy, for who they were. In chaos, one found one’s true self. In chaos, The Aspect of Death felt most alive.

She ran, breath running quick between gritted teeth, the hem of her clothing already singed and torn. Streaks of blue blaster bolts streaked past her head as she instinctively ducked right; the Force whispered in her ear. She jumped, seeing the duracrete disappear into a fiery chasm beneath her feet as she soared through the air. Then her feet caught ground again. She tumbled, hitting her shoulder hard, but not so hard she could not run. She was up on her feet, turning the corner. She could break the distance.

Red. “Hrucg!”

The scarlet column flashed through her midriff, and for a moment she thought it had missed. She felt no pain, she felt nothing at all really: She could not feel her legs as the torso collided on the roof of a Hylotl City skyscraper, skidding across the semi-smooth surface.

A cry of pain. With shaking arms, she dragged herself to the satchel and fumbled for its contents. Footsteps, then a foot weighing heavily down between her shoulder blades. The air was pressed out of her lungs.

“Please, please, please. The-Hng!”

Only silence answered her plea. The foot pressed down harder, she could not breathe, could not breathe, could… not br- b-

Chaos was a beautiful thing: It showed all sentient beings who they were when all pretence fell and nature was laid bare.

Peace is a lie; there is only passion.

Darth Ophidia lifted her boot from the corpse and looked towards the pursuer as he took the leap. With a wave of her hand, his jump was made just short. The roar of confidence now turned into a shriek of terror, then was cut suddenly into silence. Ophidia looked once more down at the woman between her feet as the scarlet sabre retracted to its curved hilt. With a gloved hand, she pushed the sweat-matted hair out of the woman's pallid face and inspected its features.

Spoiler

It feels good to do Dominions again

 

[Bethany Kismet]

Location: Hoylin, Port City of Hylotl
Objective: Investigate Contagion
Allies: [member="Hazel Zanteres"] [member="Nylea Apollodor"]
Enemies: [member="Cerbera"] [member="Evelynn"] [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Post: 4

Bethany was silent for a moment, her gaze distant.

"I was hoping the same," she said quietly. "I wish they had called upon us sooner, but Hoylin is such a fiercely independent place. Perhaps we're lucky they called us at all."

She looked over at the person setting up the comms.

"Once you get the message out to the hospital, can you drop a line to Monastery? I'd like Michael to know what's going on- I think he should round up another group of the Journeymen to meet us here, or maybe some of the ApeX folks are nearby? Maybe send a call out to [member="Malok"] and see if he or his men are available? I don't know what's happening, but even if the city doesn't want our help with the unrest, I would feel more comfortable if everyone here were protected."

Frowning, she moved to the doorway of the medical tent and peered outside. She could see the smoke from the explosions in the distance- not distant enough for her tastes- but so far, the area directly around the OSL base of operations was quiet.

"If they can even get here in time," she murmured softly.

*****

Location: Space Station Haven, Monastery (sorry, thought we were groundside)
In Scene: [member="Uroy Thake"]
Nearby: [member="Elisea Korrado"]

"Nf," the Ithorian huffed. "Don't call me 'sir'. Makes my eyes shrivel up an' my teeth itch. Just Sorin is fine."

Casually leading the way, the elderly alien moved slowly but with purpose as they started into the station proper.

"Well, the easier answer first. This place is Haven, the medical station Miss Korrado arranged to be built over Monastery for the Order of the Sacred Lotus. Home dirtside is Sanctuary- why they had to name everything that way, I have no idea. You get used to it. Anyway. Don't normally come up to the station much myself, not enough green and too metallic for me, but it's useful I suppose."

He glanced at Uroy and nodded, as though he'd asked something he hadn't.

"Order of the Sacred Lotus, yeah. 'Round here we mostly just call it the Order. Basically a bunch of people went 'the opposite of war isn't peace, it's creation'.... actually, that might have just been Miss Kismet saying that, but the idea kind of struck a chord. So folks started coming, Sanctuary was built and then the lot of them start popping off to help other folks, and bringing back injured folks, and generally sticking their noses in whether they are welcome or not, but ta help still OTHER folks. I mean, they took me in without comment, so I really can't complain, just that I worry, yah get me? Miss Kismet and her group of do-gooders is gonna get themselves into trouble she can't get them out of one day. Sardun knows. He's sensible."

Sorin prattled on, seeming perfectly content to explain some things but not really explain others.

"But bless their too big hearts, it's fulla good folks. Oh. Miss Kismet. She's the.... founder? Leader? I think she's argue both those things, but it's what she is nonetheless. Apparently she's a Jedi, but doesn't like when people get too fidgety over it. Now, I couldn't touch the force if it bit me in the backside, so I don't know why she don't advertise it, but that's not my business I guess."

If Sorin saw the inherent problem with that statement following his own advertisement, he didn't care.

"So anyway, she's takes in strays- myself included- offers them a safe place, someone to listen, and help if she can. Provided they can behave and not make a mess of her Order of course."

They stepped out of the hall and into a small, surprisingly cozy cantina.

 

[Elisea Apollodor]

HAVEN​

Monastery​

​

"There's Nothing Stronger Than the Heart of a Volunteer."​

​

Elisea must have spent five minutes looking up at the dedication plaque. Her eyes fell onto the statue behind it, two pairs of hands one set reaching out from the ground and the other pair grabbed for the ones in need of help. She steps up a bit closer and reads the inscription, "for where there is a call for help, there we shall be." The Avalonian took a step back and looked down the hall, "Quith. This is the healing hall, rehab." He nodded sagely as if he meant to do this. With a nod of his head he urges Elisea to walk with him, and together they begin to trek down the hall and where one might find typical Imperial ornaments you found none, instead, there were messages written by children of the sector. Each one encouraging those in this hall to do their best, to never give up and that in time they would get better. Hands in her pockets she pauses to read each one and each time her heart prickles with emotion. Looking over she noticed Quith had reached the end of this hall and thus she moved to catch up with him.

"Thought we could use the detour, a reminder of why we're here lassie," he says to her plainly. "Tis easy to forget that we came here on our own accord."

"Aye," she agrees with him and thought on what she read, thought on the statue and what it meant. She thought on Mandalore. She thought on the children stuck in the rubble and how her heart broke with the ones she couldn't save. The Imperial's mind went to Quith and how he reacted to trying to save several men from their injuries. Then she went to Hapan found herself in a hopeless situation, "sometimes I wonder if we could have done more."

"Nah," Quith was quick to say, "never hold yourself to the grief of it lass, there wasn't anymore we could have done. We're only human, now matter how versatile, no matter how adaptable we are. There are things in this galaxy that are beyond us and... that was one of them."

Soon enough they found themselves before a lift, "we're going to a pub this time right? I'm not sure I can handle any more raw emotions for the day."

"Aye, a pub or a bloody cantina as these folks call'em."

"Think we can catch the game?" She inquires as they step inside, "the Prosperian Roses are lookin' to kick yer Avalonian Crowns."

Quith pulls at his whiskers again, "yew bloody Rose, traitorous lot you - the Crown will rightly kick yer arses into the next season. The Imperial cup will be ours, yew see."

She chuckles, "okay Quith you keep dreamin'."

Post 3.

 

[Nylea Apollodor]

Location: Hoylin, Port City of Hylotl
Objective: Investigate Contagion
Allies: [member="Hazel Zanteres"] [member="Bethany Kismet"]
Enemies: [member="Cerbera"] [member="Evelynn"] [member="Darth Ophidia"]

Post: 1

"That should do it. I'm going to report to Bethany, see what else needs to be done." Nylea looked at the small structure she set up with two other people, then nodded towards them. They nodded back and she made her way towards the Jedi. She noticed the smoke from the explosions in the distance, which worried her. Things were definitely not going well and there definitely was a lot to be done. The quiet of her direct surroundings were slightly calming, but she knew she wouldn't be among the calm for long.

"Master Kismet," the Echani said as she came within earshot while walking to the medical tent. She picked up her concern over 'the people' here being protected when she approached, but the rest of what she said was lost. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but overhear part of what you said. I can help with the protection. At least for as long as it is necessary." She would gladly be the shield for everyone here. "Unless you have something else in mind, of course."

 

[Nora Lithos]

Post: 1
[member="Bethany Kismet"]

That tingling sensation of built up nerves and hunger still lingered in her stomach as the ship blasted its way out of hyperspace and into range of Monastery. Third class tickets on a three day trip was not something she had been all that fond of, but now that it was all over she felt herself rejuvenated by the sheer thought of letting in a single fresh, non-repurposed air again. No doubt her bunkmate had been great company, but there was just something about this Wookie and a lack of hygiene. But she couldn’t give him kriff for it. His name was Kra’aan, he was on his way to meet his cousin who he had not seen for at least three years at this point. If anything she was happy for him, family was one of the most important things in this galaxy.

Still, the smell had been the bane of her sleep for the last few days and when mixed with a stomach running on fumes she was left in a state that would cause her the occasional shiver. Luckily she had come prepared as her hand dug and rooted through the contents of the bag to pull out the holy grail, the last piece to her suffering, the reliever of it all. The homemade snackbar and appropriate water bottle. The woman sunk her teeth into the treat and felt its honey-laced, chocolate-sprinkled, nut-infused splendor work wonders. The energy, the cramp in her stomach as it roared with an ecstatic rumble. The way the chocolate soothed its downfall and the way the water smoothed it all away.

For three seconds, while Nora closed her eyes, she was back home again and feeling the effects of her mothers’ baking without quite realizing just exactly how long it would be until she had the chance to do so again. The ship landed with a loud thud that threw her off-balance and caused her to fall flat on her rump. Bangs covered her sight and she moved a hand up to sweep it all away. She really ought to cut those.

Regardless, the girl got back on her feet again and followed the steady stream of people getting off. Passing through customs without much of a remark other than the occasional ‘welcome’ she began to look around for whoever it was that was coming to pick her up, her father had said they would be carrying a sign.

 

[Hazel Zanteres]

Location: Hoylin, Port City of Hylotl
Objective: [2] Assess & Investigate the Situation
Enemies: [member="Cerbera"] | [member="Evelynn"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Allies: [member="Bethany Kismet"] | [member="Nylea Apollodor"]
Posts: 4

"Indeed, they were certainly...stubborn about waiting for so long." Though that was the Doctor speaking, one that much preferred they had contacted them a lot sooner. "But I can't blame them, they've certainly thrived being so independent." All you had to do was look at the city itself to see how well off they were without any or very limited outside help. This was ultimately a great step forwards for the Sacred Lotus. As while the Order had gotten on well with the other settlements on Monastery, it was also necessary to reach out to the neighbouring planets too.

Hazel mused over Betnahy's words as the woman was speaking to the Order members that were occupied with setting up the comms.

Malok might not be the best choice, don't know how the people of Hylotl would react to them walking around. Though they would be a fantastic deterrent to those taking advantage of this situation.

As Bethany moved towards the tent's entrance, Hazel returned to the table and placed her datapad on it. There wasn't a whole lot for the Hapan to do now other than going over the same information until they could get more details.

She turned her head when she heard someone approach, and raised an eyebrow when Nylea made her presence known. Hazel wasn't familiar with the newcomer, but it seemed Bethany did so she left the Jedi Master to it. And just as she returned her attention, the tent flap on the other side was suddenly pushed open, letting way for a Bothan to walk in.

He was dressed in an environmental suit not too dissimiliar too what the Sacred Lotus were currently wearing.

"Greetings, I am Doctor Keersk Fi'ris. Are one of you 'Doctor Zanteres'?" His eyes scanned over the women that were present in the tent.

"Hi, yes that's me." Hazel immediately chimed, walking over to the Bothan and stretched out a hand to shake. The man in question immediately sized her up, whether because of the height difference or just to get a general impression. Only then did he return the gesture.

"Nice to meet you. I take it you want to have a look at out hospital reports?"

"Yes actually, how-"

"It's an obvious action, would be foolish if we didn't provide as much data as possible."

"And your government is fine with just handing over this information?"

"This is a matter of life and death, a contagion is spreading through our city. There's no time for bureaucracy." Keersk reached into one of his suits pockets and pulled out a datastick. "There's quite a lot of information on it, you'll have comb through it to find what you're looking for."

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Hoylin​

[member="Bethany Kismet"]​

[member="Hazel Zanteres"]​

[member="Evelynn"]​

[member="Nylea Apollodor"]​

[member="Nora Lithos"]​

[member="Darth Ophidia"]​

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It was over as soon as it began.

These beasts might have been a threat for the common masses clutching their throat, trying so desperately not to throw up their insides, but for an initiated Lord of the Sith it was a different mess altogether. Already sharpened nails shifted into talons - cutting, ripping and tearing, shifting around flesh as blood spilled royally while death lingered at the edge of their optics - and the Sith Lord got to work.

They had little time, of course.

It would never be as pretty as it could have been, had she been able to mold them at the feet of the Dark Forge and with enough time on her hands to give them the traits they needed to function. But even with time racing against them Cerbera was crafting a masterpiece as flesh paved way for inert viral infection and skin hardened in response. Sickness spread through the half-conscious corpses and their internal systems were warped into new shapes.

Evelynn assisted her as the alchemist drew strength and blood from her to sacrifice.

There was always a price and more often than not it was one paid in blood and pain.

"Ahh, that looks good, does it not?" She cooed softly to the wakening Sithspawn. Glowing eyes as the Darkside flowed through its veins like a poison and keeping it focused in the moment, focused on spreading its own sickness through sharp edges and teeth and saliva.

That was the real strength of these ones...

Easily killed, but they spread their affliction like wildfire and where now there were only half a dozen. It would only take them half an hour to infect anyone in their reach.

Cerbera stepped out of the store with the Sithspawn in tow. They were already sniffing in the air, trying to locate their prey - feeding on the terror and pain they were already expressing - it didn't take long for them to track them down. Now it was only the Sith's hold on them keeping them leashed.

She clicked with her tongue, before shrugging.

"Go then, have fun." With that done, as the howling of their warped voices sounded through the air, Cerbera started wandering towards the untainted source of light close-by the starport.

It was time to see what had showed up on their doorstep.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Post Count: [2/20]
Location: Hoylin, City of Hylotl.
Objective: A great. Many. Things.
Tags: [SIZE=10.5pt][member="Hazel Zanteres"] [member="Bethany Kismet"] [member="Evelynn"] [member="Cerbera"][/SIZE]


As Darth Ophidia ran her gloved hand over the forehead of the pallid face, the eyes flicked and twitched. Death did not happen instantly; rather it crept up from the cauterised wound like an infection. But the moment when death became apparent in the eyes, that was the moment she most cherished. They said it was like snuffing out a candle, but in truth it was more like a sunset. Slowly, but steadily, the light dimmed. Sometimes quickly, other times not. Sometimes, she could see them plead and beg for another few moments, or an end with no pain. And like a god, she could reach down and blot out the sun.

It faded, faded, faded, and the organic and living turned into a mere thing, an object.

She is a poet.​

Ophidia’s hand retracted quickly and her head jerked to the left as she heard something – someone? It was the scratching of nails, the hiss of a breath. She stood up and turned around in a single, fluent motion. Where did it come from?

Left.

The wall where the woman had come from. That was a sheer drop, no stairs or particular ledges to hold on to. Had the pursuer managed to climb? Unlikely.

Ophidia flattened herself up against the wall. Her slender figure near melted into the surface as she became nothingness. What came around the corner was inhuman, dark, and endlessly interesting. She watched as it, not walked, but crawled on two crouched legs. Spines growing from its mortified and diseased flesh. It was touched by the dark side more than a virus could: Sithspawned.

“Hello there.”

Her rasped voice purred as she lashed out through the Force and invaded its mind. Her tendrils of will burrowed into the shattered psyche and pieced together its origins like a puzzle. Most of it was useless, dull, uninteresting until-

“Darth Cerbera.”

A sinister smile spread over Ophidia’s lips. The hand she had lashed out with now curled into a fist, and the fleshy creature howled as bone crackled like an enthusiastic fire. That which was a corrupted humanoid in form now turned into a fleshy ball and splatted down upon the duracrete like a wet towel. Ophidia took the satchel the woman had carried and turned her burning eyes out towards the pandemonium.