Rare Commodities [Primeval Dominion of Muunilinst]

[Enoch Zambrano]

Objective: Objective 2. Gamble
Location: Pilan Cantina
Allies: Credits
Enemies: Rigged races
Post: 2/20

"Oh yeah? And who, exactly, are you?" Enoch addressed the newcomer, who threw down a credit voucher onto the table. As Enoch leaned back in his chair, sipping his drink. "Not your problem. Yet. 20k on pod 4." The man's voice low, and grisly, and he stared at Enoch with a sturdy face. Enoch looked to the line up pods on the holoviewer, looking up and down pod 4. Normally, he would have bet the same amount on a different pod that he favored. Or, if he favored pod 4, he wouldn't have bet. Yet, Enoch was getting rather drunk on sliders, credits, and alcohol. Not to mention, the man before him was being a chit.

"A hundred thousand that pod 4 doesn't even get third place." Enoch leaned forward, resting his drink on the table, still holding it. On his face sat a wicked, twisted grin. A round of murmurs and gasps flowed through the onlookers, and the man across from Enoch simply pulled another voucher from his pocket. Who was this guy? A hundred thousand was all Enoch had won, and this guy threw it around like it was nothing. No matter, Enoch was confident he would win. "You got yourself a deal, little man."

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Sir, it seems the Mandalorians are not too pleased with the presence of the Primeval.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]It was Nigel again - returned after about twenty minutes, minutes of blissful submersion in the letters, treaties and other paperwork that was flooding his desk. But such a thing could not last forever it seemed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Typical. What are they doing?” the Magister replied.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“They… are targeting one of the mining spires on the world.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Vassik stayed silent for a while after that. His chin resting on his hands while he pondered and calculated the implications of this… thing. It was not surprising that the Mandalorians did not look farther than their noses were long.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Instead of trying to force the Primeval off the world, they were busy doing damage to mining operations that kept the galactic economy on a balance - typical, as always.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Finally then. “Do our security forces have issue with fighting their comrades?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“No, Magister. As far as they are concerned they were doing their job, protecting civilians in a legal mining operation and were attacked themselves.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Notify me if this situation changes, please.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Of course, Magister.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px][2/20][/SIZE]

 

[Hal Terrano]

Objective: 4
Location: Muun City Library
Allies: Knowledge
Enemies: Conscientious objectors
Posts: 6/20

He was barely into the founding of the InterGalactic Banking Clan when the Muun returned. Swift and efficient.

A pity, given the complex relationships that had been held between the Galactic Republic and The Sith. It wasn't a concern, knowledge had no expiration date and he was more than certain that all of this and more would be within his mind's grasp very shortly.

“If you will follow me, sir.”

Hal offered no verbal response, instead simply nodding and leaving the terminal behind to follow the alien. Hopefully to the Head Librarian's office rather than to security.

Leaving the main area the pair went through another set of overly grand and tall doors and into a hall with a dizzyingly high spiral staircase. Of course, they were instead taking the elevator and the Sith suspected that the fine wooden set of stairs were there for pomp more than for use.

The journey was silent as they entered the lavish elevator, the destination, upwards.

 

[Armand Temi]

Objective One: Royal Gala
Location: High Port Space Center
Allies: [member="Crix Meriet"] [member="Laguz Vald"] [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Darth Mythos"]
Posts: 3/20

The ballroom was decorated in quite spectacular fashion with mostly silver and golds, reminiscent of the ore from the vault-spires of underwater “smokers” which were so prevalent on Muunilinst. And in honor of the Princess, a crystal volcano, glowing red and spewing dry ice was in the center of the room.
A guest approached her, and the Palace Guards let him enter her personal space, while wary and alert for any signs of suspicious activity. Even though Thais’s fear of assassination was ever-present she didn’t let it show on her porcelain face.

“Thank you for coming. Muun Mines is one of the oldest contacts of Kallisto Mining Company,” she said, her eyes flicking briefly around to see if she could detect the Muunilinst CEO, but he was not around. Her brown eyes fell back onto the shapeshifter.

“Do you represent a specific company or interest?” she asked him.

 

[Mythos]

Objective: 1 Ball
Location: Inside the High Port
Allies: Primeval [member="Kida Malgus"] [member="Thais Kallisto"]
Enemies: I still don't see any Mandalorians. What are you talking about?
3/999

Noticing Galicus was a bit busy with an associate Malgus took Kida off to see the Ball and to gaze at the various beautiful gowns and Lordly people everywhere. Suddenly there she was. Princess of Crystals and a sight to behold for any mortal man. A smile curled in Mythos' lips as he approached her slowly and methodically greeting guests and Muun and holding Kida's hand while they did so. Mythos noticed she was given Candy by Galicus and he remembered distinctively when the Muun brought him those same Sweets when he lived in Naboo. He made sure Kida walked gracefully and walked at her pace, the pace of a child which made him seem to be walking in slow motion, his long hair let loose and his poise dignified and elegant as he strode to the Princess and Bowed alongside his daughter. "You have thrown a Marvelous Ball Princess, and you look stunning as usual" His compliment came with a wink invisible to anyone but her.

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The Man Prattled on and on about the Island and how important it was the Ecological Structure of Munilinst, Galicus had him at the case and point that the Sagious Stocks were still being outflanked by other competition however Imperious was Pressistent. Admirable trait if any. "Understand Master Imperious that the Sagious stocks are being outboasted and right now i cannot have my funds diverted to anything less than practical for the future of the Banking clan however... we can talk about it on a further date, i don't see why your project cannot be funded, all i ask for is patience so that we can get things rolling once more"
"Thank you for your time master Sagious, i look forward to meeting you about my project soon" The man said in an exited tone not hearing a definite No or a powerful statement against his project as he was accustomed to so he left content and satisfied. Galicous Smiled and turned back noticing that Animus was next to the princess. "Lad is always on the move..." He chuckled slowly as he walked in his slow muun pace towards him.​

 

[Hal Terrano]

Objective: 4
Location: Muun City Library
Allies: Knowledge
Enemies: Conscientious objectors
Posts: 7/20

Silence reigned supreme, as it so often did in Terrano's life.

Were the two anti-social beings inside the box to engage in small talk it would have likely been one of the most painful experiences witnessed by security cameras in the galaxy. Both of them knew better than to try and engage in any pleasantries. All the was needed to be said, had been said.

Once ascended they stepped out, with Hal being lead to another set of polished wooden doors. The ceiling was much lower upon this level, resembling the ordinary rather than some grand affair, although the décor said much differently.

They stopped outside of the door, a golden plaque indicating that this was indeed the office of the Head Librarian, Zhin Grottil. Perfect.

“Just through here, sir,” the Muun said, indicating to the door before them. Again there was a pause, but this time the alien said nothing before returning to the elevator and descending back down towards his work. Hal suspected that he wished to remind him to not cause any trouble, but thought better against it.

Expression still fixed in stone, the Archivist of the One Sith entered the office.

 

[Rapax]

Objective: Ball
Location: Landing zone
Allies: Prime and allies [member="Thais Kallisto"]
Enemies: None yet
Posts: 3/20

Naga noted [member="Darth Mythos"] and [member="Kida Malgus"] but paid them no heed at the moment and continued speaking. " I represent a interest in starting a trade with your company...I own a simple world that could benefit from your company's trade." He wasn't wrong ...Ziost would need income flow if it was ever to prosper and grow again.... this would be the first of many other company's he will try and sink his claws into.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective Three: Explore the island of Aborah
Location: Beach Cove
Enemies: Stress
Posts: 5/20

Darth Azurea wanted to put her old Frontier Corps diving lessons to good use, so while she knew that some of her Sith companions were attending a ball in the High Port Space Center up in the atmosphere of Muunilinst, she decided to break off from the group and explore the island of Aborah, known for the rich mineral reserves under the Western Sea.

The Sith Knight was here to tour some of the ancient shipwrecks and also to be able to practice Force Breathe Control. At some point during her dive, she would remove her mouth piece and oxygen tank and attempt to go without breathing for longer than was mortally possible.

Wearing a high necked, sleeveless wet suit, she dove into the bright blue water and began to swim out to the reefs where she knew that a shipwreck lay just a few meters under the surface.

 

[Lief]

She did not stop staring at the strange looking man even when he handed her some treats. Even when some of those treats reminded her once again of [member='Siobhan Kerrigan'] and HK. Her eyes were wide as could be, and when Animus decided they should walk elsewhere she did not break her gaze from Galicus until it became impossible not to. And so she walked alongside Animus who supported her so well that her walking seemed somewhat natural! Her free hand was now clutching the little packet containing the sweeties, yet unlike most children Kida didn't pay it much attention nor did she immediately dive into trying to eat them.

As they walked between yet more strangers the small girl seemed to shrink against Animus. She had always been raised in fear of the uprights, many of whom hunted the Daux of Endor for their skins. While her time with Jaxton had helped to quell some of those fears, they were rooted deep within her and sometimes - especially when around large packs of grownups - she was reminded of exactly why she had been so afraid. They were scary, foreboding, and dangerous. But she knew that Animus would not allow anything to happen to her, so she continued to walk at his side.

[2/20]

[member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Hal Terrano]

Objective: 4
Location: Muun City Library
Allies: Knowledge
Enemies: Conscientious objectors
Posts: 8/20

If he thought that the main library was too grandiose then the office might as well have overwhelmed his simplistic tastes.

Art was not something that Hal could appreciate, it sat somewhere upon the line of imagery and metaphor that belonged out of his understanding. He was a literal-minded man in most things, and he saw no purpose for art. Expression could be made simply and with words, and decoration was not needed in any room of his.

Perhaps a plant, for useful chemical properties.

The walls held many paintings, from cultures across the galaxy. This wasn't an area in which he was learned, so he could not point out which work was notably Twi'lek and which was Bothan. Every painting held a uniform gold trim, working in tandem with the deep reds of the man's office. He also noted the busts, likely sculptures of the former heads of the library. It was a statement of absolute luxury.

“Greetings, Archivist.”

 

[Laguz Vald]

[2/20]
Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Thais Kallisto"]​

Unsurprisingly, without someone to catch his attention, Laguz quickly found his eyes wandering ever more often towards the treasures in arm's reach. It was becoming too much, he realized. What self-respecting thief would pass them by? Laguz couldn't live with himself!

So he stopped resisting the inevitable.

With a smirk that could rival that of of Ian Somerhalder, the assassin, info broker, and burglar extraordinaire started slinking through the milling throng with another purpose altogether, analyzing the assets in possession of his surroundings with an astounding speed while giving the impression that he was merely offering to dance with the cream assembled in the Center. He wasn't the only one by a long shot, too, but he was easily the most well-concealed among them, by virtue of his nature more than anything else. The Bleeding Suns that occasionally crossed paths with him never offered even the glint of recognition in their eyes, but somehow the agents of the Prophet still managed to communicate through minute movements and gestures, indicating to each other the possible locations of their targets while wearing the smiles of kindly hosts.

It couldn't be further from the truth.

In fact, Laguz was already hard at work collecting bracelets, rings, and watches who were likely to sell upwards of millions on the black market, especially considering the quality fences he knew to contact. Still, there were more riches to be found in the grand hall than mere material goods.

Green eyes set upon one particular form standing out amongst all others in the admittedly attractive crowd, and he started for the madame who'd caught his eye. Well, the madame, and the jewels around her neck.

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Objective: 3 - Explore the life
Location: Island of Aborah
Allies: Students to the Primeval Faith ([member="Grimoire"], [member="Einar Shadowmane"], other Acolytes who would like to join)
Enemies: Irreverence and Failure
Posts: 2/20

"Your duty is to the Host Lord, whose duty is to Sargon. So, your duty is to Sargon. My duty is to Balagoth, whose ancestor is Sargon. So, my duty is to Sargon. It is with these in our heads, that we must find time to observe in the world, Sargon, and the gifts granted by the gods' existence." The Black Prophet spoke simply, hardly moving at all, dwelling upon himself in silent prayer, as eyes carefully watched the ripples within the waves of the ocean. He had observed the barbaric child attempt to drink the water, and then sputtered out the fluids in displeasure. He found within it, a lesson to be taught.

"Look to the water that spills from your mouth. It is the work of The Dead One. Within it, contains millions of stones, naked to the eye... perhaps contained within the Unseen Rift that which he holds at the food of what is seen. You taste it not because the water is impure, but because it is changed. This is the way of Balagoth, not merely the death of all things, but transition." Slowly, the serpent began to turn his head, and his eyes began to yellow.

His body gradually turned away from the ocean, and slimed ineffectively up across the sandy shore towards the forests, listening intently to the sounds of creatures held within, that which is most likely inaudible to all but himself. He spoke no more words than was necessary to enlighten others, and let the mystery of his crypticism transition them to their faith.

 

[Armand Temi]

Objective One: Royal Gala
Location: High Port Space Center
Allies: [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Darth Mythos"]
Posts: 6/20

“Of course a trade deal would be quite beneficial,” said Princess Kallisto. She did have an air of coldness about her, but it was only from years of etiquette classes and the formal training needed to be among dignitaries day in and day out. She beckoned her Gutretee assistant Napo over to take information from Acolyte Itesak on his planet and company.

She then noticed a familiar face approaching: Darth Mythos who she had met on Mustafar on a mining operation. Thais grew warm just remembering the sheer, uncomfortable heat on the planet. Mythos held the hand of a child… was that his child? She would ask him if it wasn't too improper. This time the Sith Knight appeared more elegant and poised than the sweaty ruffian he had portrayed on the lava-filled Mustafar. “Thank you, Animus,” she said, remembering his given name. “I hope the atmosphere is much more comfortable here than in the building site where we saw each other last.”

Miss Janine, her handmaiden came over with a tall flute of champagne for the young noblewoman, and she took it gratefully. Her eyes scanned the room yet again for the CEO of Muun Mines.

"Who is your friend?" she asked, turning to the child.

 

[Hal Terrano]

Objective: 4
Location: Muun City Library
Allies: Knowledge
Enemies: Conscientious objectors
Posts: 9/20

His attention turned to the Muun addressing him.

Zhin Grottil was a much older man, perhaps nearing his nineties as to be expected in his position. Common librarians were often painted as single middle-aged women, generally introverts who preferred the company of a pet to a man. Such was the stereotype and it may have been true in small local establishments, but this was an old, grand institute.

Another nod came from Hal, a gesture of respect from one man of knowledge to another even despite his intentions.

“Greetings.”

Another conversation that was likely to be unbearably stiff and unnatural was in the offing, unfortunate to those watching upon security cameras and they would very likely be watching.

His Yuuzhan Vong biots left the face of the alien and shifted down to his desk. A console, a datapad, beautifully archaic papers sat alongside the less necessary golden statuettes and small sculptures. However, it was the tell-tale signs of the small turret concealed within the desk that caught his attention more-so than anything. That would have been a problem.

“You came to discuss business?”

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective: 3
Location: Aborah island, Muunilinst
Allies: OS
Enemies: enemies of the OS, Mandalorians
2/20

Nomkneer was facing head to head with the last mandalorian, Nomkneer was seeking for a way to get to his face, literaly. Nomkneer used his telekinesis to push his blaster out of his hands, as the mandalorian took out two shoulder blasters, he did not care for the lost blaster, Nomkneer deflected a few shots but with one lightsaber, and in the other hand the dagger, there wasnt much he could do, Nomkneer deflected until he got shot in the arm where the dagger is at. Nomkneer took this opportunity to dash while his pain was bein inflicted by the shoulder blaster, and he pierced the helmet of the mandalorian with his dagger, it could not reach more than two inches inside but it was enough for Nomkneer as he took the dagger into an upwards position and jumped away by kicking his body and pulling out the helmet with his dagger. He fell on his arm as he jumped from the mandalorian, the mandalorian was kicked against a wall that behind him were many controls and buttons, alarms started going off, the mandalorian got angry at Nomkneer, but his fear was too much for he was kicked against a self destruct sequence activated by one of the buttons. Nomkneer wanted to finish him off by decapitation or maybe shooting him on his head with his own blaster, but the self destruct was only twenty seconds and he had wasted three seconds already falling. Nomkneer dashed out of the ship, and as he tried to go out he activated a button that closed the hatch of the ship, Nomkneer escaped, but he there was ten seconds left. The mandalorian got stuck at the hatch trying to get out, Nomkneer knew he was just about to escape if he used his boot rockets, so Nomkneer did his telekinesis to push the hatch and force it in, into the mandalorian, he got trapped and three seconds were left, Nomkneer ran and his tuka'ta followed, Nomkneer was shot out by the blast along with his tuka'ta and landed on a tree. Vehiva, his female tuka'ta landed on a tree a little farther away, Nomkneer had to go seek her, she was his ultimate prize for defeating a 50 year old tuka'ta before even becoming a One Sith warrior.

 

[Rapax]

Objective: 1
Location: Landing zone
Allies: Prime and allies [member="Thais Kallisto"]
Enemies: None yet
Posts: 4/20

"Thank you your highness" was all he said before Naga started to work out the details with Napo and the proper route to trade safely. Naga was happy about how simple this became....He finally got a income source flowing ....first step of achieving greater things in the future. He stayed around to enjoy the party thought...He wasn't just there to start a trade and leave...he will enjoy the party while he is here.

 

[Trin Gravois]

Objective: 1
Location: High Port Space Center
Allies: NA
Enemies: [member="Lucas Gravois"]
Posts: 1/20

Trin Gravois snuck into the High Port Space Center the best way she knew how: feeding on a security guard. The half Anzat had her party crashing technique down to a science, and the best part was the healthy glow on her cheeks when she was through. Better than cosmetics even. Trin had come to the gala at the High Port Space Center to keep an eye on her brother. Or stalk, if you weren't mincing words. Yeah it was creepy, but Trin was half Anzat. She lived for creepy.

Of course, her brother Lucas was probably up to no good on Muun. Her brother didn't do good. It wasn't in his makeup. Just like she, he was created to destroy everything he touched, including her. Anyone unlucky enough to have to psychoanalyze the two of them would find an intensely disturbing and dysfunctional relationship. She didn't even bother to hide the fact that she was looking for him. She simply sauntered into the party wearing an attention getting outfit that raised a few eyebrows, due to the fact that her top consisted of a wampa fur shawl and not much else. Her dark brown eyes roamed freely over the crowd, looking for those familiar tufts of blonde hair and five o'clock shadow. It wouldn't be long before he noticed her. He could usually feel her signature from a mile away, always branching out to scratch at his.

She should have put ten billion stars between she and her brother, but instead she wanted to be closer to him, so she followed. Like a lemming over a cliff, Trin always followed.

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Objective: 3 - Explore the life
Location: Island of Aborah
Allies: Students to the Primeval Faith (Acolytes who would like to join with me)
Enemies: Irreverence and Failure
Posts: 3/20

The forest, as is to be expected, wasn't very expansive. Clinging to the surface of the land mass without much substance to their efforts. Palm trees and the like dotted the surface of it. Though it was all hidden, there was life above as well as below the waters. Sequestered away into their hiding places, away from the deeply prying eyes of Zambrano, who's cane like staff clunked against the sand and the occasional snow as he crawled along. The bones of his staff rattled, and dry skin from the severed head dropped to the earth slowly like a feather from a bird, or leaves from a tree. Tendrilled fingers wrapped around the eye-less, mouth sewn, head, burning into the decaying flesh slowly.

This island appeared dead, but was alive with life. Hand in hand, it demonstrated his vision of faith, a coexistence between the Unseen and the Seen, the Unknown and the Known, the Dead and the Living. Only a handful of acolytes followed the Black Prophet, as his eyes scoured the surface of stones to a microscopic level from a distance, seeing what they could not hope to see. Spidery fingers invisible oozed out of him, as they attached their all encompassing web to even the smallest shrub struggling to grow within the cracks of a bolder... touching upon it all, truly taking the island into him, feeling its memories as he closed his eyes.

"Children of Sargon... do you not seen the presence of Balagoth here? Tell me what you believe, you see?"

 

[Hal Terrano]

Objective: 4
Location: Muun City Library
Allies: Knowledge
Enemies: Conscientious objectors
Posts: 10/20

“Yes, I did,” Hal replied, eyes still firmly studying the Head Librarian's desk, a detail that did not go unnoticed by the Muun. Of course, this was something that the Sith wanted the alien to notice. Lacking the physical presence, they had to make up for these flaws by being adept in the art of conversation, noticing small cues that other, less subtle races would not.

The archivist finally looked back up, making direct eye contact with Zhin once more.

“I apologise,” he said suddenly, clasping his hand together at his front, “I do not see much art in my own archives.”

As a competitive species, this would offer the opportunity to gloat and show superior culture.

“I understand if you would prefer to go straight to affairs, but I would quite like to hear more about some of the pieces that you have upon your wall.”

A small smile came to Zhin Grottil's face. This décor existed for such a reason as this, to highlight education, sophistication and status. Upon Muunilinst such things were held in high regard and so when given the chance a Muun would gladly exhibit such to those who did not have such.

“Of course, Archivist.”

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective Three: Explore the island of Aborah
Location: Beach Cove
Enemies: Stress
Posts: 7/20

With an efficient breaststroke she swam out to the shipwreck, marked by a couple of colorful buoys. There were also a few other divers exploring which was a good sign. It meant the views below the Western Sea were worthy of being a tourist attraction. In her wet-suit, oxygen tank on her back, Darth Azurea barely resembled a Sith Knight. She could have passed for anyone in the galaxy right now just enjoying a day out in the water.

She needed to gather up her strength to practice Breath Control so she decided to float down to the wreck to lazily swim around it while she rested. She kicked her flippered feet languidly, marveling at the colorful fish, strange plant life and barnacles which grew on the side of the ship. Following a parrotfish, she swam through a medium-sized porthole and then into the ship itself. The ships interior was covered in a layer of sea crust and looked to have been picked clean by salvagers already.