Salt and Souls | CIS Dominion of Crait Hex

[Kurenai Yumi]

Location: Rebel Base Entrance
Objective: Life Rocks?
Peps: [member="Kirk Tektus"] [member="Damien Van-Derveld"]

Kurenai idly wandered around the cave system as the problems of the base were elaborated on more, her gaze scanning over the many cave ins and fallen rocks that littered the one living base. It was an interesting sight, nature slowly regaining it's lost home, mere time being something to change the cave back into a solid part of the crystal cliffs it burrowed into. For all she knew a few more decades and the whole roof might have caved in, then this would be little worth to anyone, though no wasn't the time to marvel at a mountain, she needed to put her powers to use keeping this place up, quite literally. "Just hollor if you need me to lift these things up and keep the roof from falling down, asteroids, ships, boulders, not much difference if you ask me". They would need to be careful through, due to all the degradation it was hard to see what acted as a supporting pillar. For all she knew something that looked like mere rubble could actually be one of the few things keeping the ceiling up.

 

[Holt]

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Tags: [member="Nyx N1X3"] [member="Kelsie Sylvan"] [member="Daxton Bane"]​

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Holt had not had the opportunity to personally work with the Crow [member="Kelsie Sylvan"], but he recalled her from the Ministry-wide operation on Maramere. With [member="Nyx N1X3"] it was slightly different; although she'd been a Rook when they'd operated on Ichtor Eight, he thought that her new position as a Raven fit her skills quite nicely, and besides would be useful for their current task on hand. Why the Crow was being so isolative was beyond even Holt's reasoning, but he mentally shrugged it aside as he followed the two birds, his long strides quickly catching up to the droid and Crow as his boots left small red implants in the otherwise white salt flats.

As they neared their objective, the smell of recently-burned ozone alerted Holt that they were not alone. He knew that the rest of the Confederacy had chosen to set up their base of operations at the main entrance of the former Resistance base, and for that reason Holt had chosen to land and enter through an assumed-unknown back entrance that would take the small team through a series of caves before they reached the base. Lengthy, but it would conceal their movements and objectives from anyone else. Or so he had thought; apparently someone had for once outsmarted the Rook, and Holt hated being outsmarted.

As he turned back from looking behind him to the Crow and Raven, he quickly noticed that someone had joined them -- an armored Zabrak standing not twenty meters in front of them. As the man introduced himself, Holt's fingers tensed, making a note of the Zabrak's weapons and assessing the danger. From the looks of him, the one who had introduced himself as [member="Daxton Bane"] was a fighter, and that was something that Holt did not like. Whatever the man's intentions were, Holt's orders were clear; bring back the intelligence, and leave no trace. That included outsiders. "Your offer is well appreciated, but I must decline. We are here on classified orders from the Officer of the Vicelord as representatives of the Ministry of Science. This area is now classified as CIS property and as such, you do not have clearance to enter the premises."

 

[Kerstan Blackmoore]

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w. [member="Scherezade deWinter"]​

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"Scented," Kerstan said looking at the woman rather curiously. What exactly did she mean by this?

Kerstan did not wait for the answer, his own arrogance discerning she might be the type to follow sheerly out of want for human companionship, even if for a brief venture into a dark cave.

"It is said there are crystal fox like canine's running about, and I would like a sample of their DNA. I make things out of it you see."

There was not much he was going to reveal about himself personally at this juncture. Her name however did make him pause for a moment. deWinter was name he thought should be familiar to him. At the moment Kerstan could not place why. Perhaps as they traveled together and talked more, he would know the answer. After all, while he had come for the foxes, Kerstan was interested in this scenting ability. Was it natural to her, and if so, could he steal it from her DNA to include in the soldiers he wished to build?

 

[Kelsie Sylvan]

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It was less a matter of being outsmarted and more a bout of bad luck and poor planning on each side. First, this Daxton character made the mistake of revealing both his intentions and his identity -- in half a moment Missy was flooding the HUD in her glasses with information on the Zabrak. Warrior. Sith. Confederate. Person of interest. It only took Kelsie a moment to think of a few suitable responses; it seemed that the Force user hadn't noticed the blurring effect the Taozin amulet had on Kelsie's presence. As Holt began to speak she assumed he had it handled and continued to walk, going right past the Zabrak.

Then the words spilled out of his mouth and she mentally kicked herself. She was an idiot, she should've confirmed their story beforehand. Kelsie wasn't exactly dressed as a Ministry of Science type, so she'd have to improvise and draw on her few interactions with the other MoS. Thus she decided to simply continue towards the back entrance of the base, assuming that Holt would do all the talking. If the Zabrak decided to kill him, then... whatever.

"Find the best relay point for the transmitter, I don't want my signal cutting out while we do the slicing," she said quietly, the comms in her glasses carrying her voice directly to the other birds, though mostly addressing Nyx. With that, she headed into the cave. Time to get to work.

[member="Nyx N1X3"] [member="Holt"] [member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

Mission : Vital Figures

Tags: [member="Holt"] | [member="Kelsie Sylvan"] | [member="Nyx N1X3"]

Should they be scanning him for weapons, which they should, the only possible energy signatures they will see are those coming from the three lightsabers hanging from his hip. Although currently dormant, they seem to have some sort of modification to allow faster activation should the need arise.

If there was any reaction to rebuff given to him, it would be a bemused grin, clearly Daxton had encountered this kind of behavior before. As such with any government with success came red tape, someone inevitably wanted to make things harder. “While I do appreciate your candor and diligence, I also come on business for the Confederacy. I doubt the Ministry of Science would object to a joint venture with a representative of the Knight Obsidian. Of course, you will need to confirm with your superiors but I don’t mind. I would hate for misunderstanding to mar the recovery of the data.”

Depending on what they knew of Daxton’s reputation, it was quite unclear if he was being sincere or he had just issued a threat. But the confident smile never wavered as he waited for the younger man to confirm what he said.

 

[Tess Valnora]

Location: Crait's surface​

Equipment: Shadow's Sting, Compact sub-machine gun (concealed),​

Phrik combat knife (in boot), shoto lightsaber (Concealed), B-2 (on back)​

Wear: Norris Root Leatheris Coat, White shirt and trousers, combat boots​

Tags: Anyone​

She hadn’t been directed there, but the stories that had been told about the base and the planet certainly peaked her interests and curiosities. First, the tales of riches, then the tales of horror. The Ministry had already sent its select to the planet for their technological research, and Tess had not been selected to go, which she was ok with. Besides, nobody wanted a rookie on a delicate decrypting mission, and her specialties were not in hacking or decryption, they were in hiding and striking when the enemy least expected it. No, she wasn’t here for those plans, nor was she here for the mysterious spectral beings that had been rumored to be showing deep in the base.

She was here to pet a Vulptex, Tess had heard about the fox-like creatures that roamed the planet’s surface in packs, with their crystalline fur resembling the very salt covering the planet. She was very fond of both feline and canine breeds, unfortunately her work kept her from officially owning a home to keep any pets. But she enjoyed hunting the creatures just to play a personal game of tag with them. This time her target was the Vulptex of Crait.

Stepping off of the ship she had hired to travel to Crait, Tess looked around at her surroundings, flat, for almost as far as the eye could see. There was the occasional mound of rock, and the old Resistance base wasn’t too far off. She walked back up the ramp and towed the speeder bike back down to the ground.

“Now yer sure you don’t be wanting a ride back to where ye came from?” asked a thick voice behind her. Without turning she knew who it was: the ship’s captain, a man who had a thousand and one stories about his “good ol’ days” and never stopped talking.

“I am fine, thank you. I have arrangements for getting to where I need to go.” She said as she checked the bike for any sabotage or any damages. She looked back at the crusty old man, put two fingers to her forehead in a type of salute, and got onto her speeder. A couple switch flips and dial turns later and Tess was racing across the salt plains in search of her target.

 

[Ettiene Kharne]

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Location: Crystalline Cavern, Crait​

Objective: Explore the Cavern​

Equipment: Asheran Armorweave | VT-Kinetic Impact Gel | KC-95 "Ace of Spades" Blaster Pistol | Lightsaber (purple blade) | Wearing​

Post: 1​

Tag(s): [member="Faye Malvern"] || [member="Kathryn Foster"] || Feel Free to Join​

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“It’s breathtaking,” Alden said, confirming the amazement in Faye’s statement. “Truly amazing that something so vibrant and pure could exist beneath such a bleak exterior." The crystalline structures blanketed the entirety of the chamber with the exception of a path that had been worn into the ground where the crystalline vixen - the Vulptexes - had made their trodden course. Coming and going in a place that Alden could only assume was their home. This place was truly a bewilderment in opposition of what Crait’s exterior crust advertised. If only the salt rich surface could reflect what lay below, this world would have denizens from all over the galaxy flocking to it in droves, just to see the intrepid splendor it radiated to only the eyes of those that sought out a closer look.

One of the crystalline creatures seemed now to have begun riling up some courage and uneasily stepped from behind a large rock. Whether due to Kathryn’s pleading for it to come forth, or it simply deciding it wanted to be brave was unknown, but it was the best look that any of the trio were likely going to get at the magnificent creature.

It’s eyes seemed to almost radiate with a certain brilliance to them, the soft blue orbs appearing to absorb the very light which reflected off the crystal structures that painted the cavern they had chosen to explore. It’s ‘fur’ seemed to be composed of the same crystal that decorated the cavern, though smaller and finer. A truly magnificent creature.

Alden looked to Faye, gauging her reaction to the crystal fox, before returning his own to the creature. He dropped himself into a kneeling stance, his right knee resting on the cold stone floor and lowering himself into what he imagined would be the least threatening stance possible within the space around them. Turning his head, he waved a free hand to motion for Faye to do the same next to him before reaching into his pocket and pulling a small bag of bantha jerky from it that he’d brought along just in case they got hungry at all. However, it seemed that perhaps the Force had another plan here.

Alden didn’t know much of these creatures, but if they were like any creature on any other world, food would likely offer a pleasant incentive for them to approach. Still, he didn’t turn his attention from their safety as the hilt of his lightsaber still hung very closely by his side, and he kept himself immersed in the Force as best as he could in order to predict any possible danger. But for now, all was safe, the Vulptex was docile in nature, it seemed. Cautious and skittish.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: A few miles away from the commotion, where the ground makes way for canyons
Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Nozhi Blades | 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Tags: [member="Kerstan Blackmoore"] | open

Scented. Scherezade nodded, eying the man. He had not given her a name. Had not returned an introduction. Was he even part of the Confederacy? She wasn't sure, but with the scent of the animals looming so near, she didn't want to get her scanner and check.

A moment lingered, and he spoke of what could maybe be found there – crystal foxes. Scherezade's eyes lit up like a child on Sithmas. Despite everything else, Scherezade was nothing if not an animal lover. She had a Loth wolf at home, as well as a duck, and the only reason she was keeping her dragon egg in the fridge rather than letting it hatch was because she knew she needed more space than her tiny ship so that it could grow and let its wings expand.

"What would you make out of crystal foxes, Mister He Who Has No Name?" she asked with a teasing grin.

For herself, she knew what she wanted. A drop of blood. That was all she would need in order to index the species into her blood library, forever know them, and maybe in the future… Or maybe not. What did she remember about crystal foxes anyway? Ate everything, their fur was their protection, and… No, they were canids. That bit though, she could actually scent.

With a quick woosh though, Scherezade had turned around and darted inside. If there were big dogs with crystal fur there indeed, she wanted to see and to touch them. It was a shame she didn't have any doggy treats on her. Baal loved them, so she could only assume those foxes would as well.

"Last person to the foxes is a stinky hutt?" she smiled again, and turned around. He would be able to easily catch up with her – and tell her his name while they walked.

 

[Alwine Daye]

It's called a Herpa Derpa, okay?

 

[Nyx N1X3]

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Nyx was appreciative Holt was assigned to the current mission. The droid recalled meeting Kelsie once before, but their encounters were far shorter and of less quality than the one she'd had with Holt. Being 'trapped' aboard a command outpost disguided as an enemy vessel gave one plenty of time to talk. Not that they'd spoken. But it allowed Nyx opportunity to observe at least.

As they neared the location of their objective, however, they came across another present -- a male Zabrak. Holt seemed inclined to handle him -- given the man's position as a leader on missions this seemed appropriate -- while Kelsie barely skipped a step.

Only one word came back to the assertive woman's progress toward the base, "Acknowledged." A process was launched to conjure an overlay of the surrounding region, both maximum and optimal transmission ranges, and weather conditions. It was unlikely placing the transmitter would be of any particular challenge... Provided they didn't need to worry about an aggressive Zabrakian laying claim to the same facility. Perhaps showing a bit too much dedication to those he represented and sabotaging their work in favor of his own?

"I would be cautious attempting to attach any modern power generator to the original equipment," Nyx signaled to Kelsie. "However, I do have a power regulator in my possession that should allow safe power distribution should it be necessary."

Amidst the back and forth, Nyx didn't acknowledge Daxton as she passed. Not for the same reason as her colleague, but because it was unnecessary. They were not part of the mission, and Holt was a capable individual. Should he require any assistance, however, she was quite confident in her ability to return in whatever capacity was necessary.

The droid began to dutifully set up the transmitter as requested, quite interested in the information they might glean from the databanks of the site's computers.

Tag: [member="Holt"] | [member="Kelsie Sylvan"] | [member="Daxton Bane"]​

 

[Kyyrk]

OBJECTIVE: Find the source of the spirits, if possible. Primary Objective overrides in the event of conflict.​

WIELDING: Set of the Pilgrim (A, B, C, D, & E), NanoVest, Voph's Pendant, Tears of Eshan​

NEARBY: [member="Vytal Noctura"] || [member="Xobos Yakieer"] || [member="Alwine Lechner"] || [member="Zak Dymo"] || [member="Pom Stych Tivé"]​

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Voph's brow furrowed as he turned to follow Vytal's lead into the wastes. He heard the message clear as the others had, he imagined. But he wouldn't call attention to it. Why would he? Voph turned to scan the horizon. The ghosts were beginning to approach, slowly yet surely. A battle had occurred here. That much Voph knew just from the feeling in the air. The final stand of Skywalker. Voph felt a chill run down his spine. Skywalker. The family of the chosen one. A shame that it had ended here. Voph turned again, and stopped dead in his tracks.

He saw it. Clear as day. A young boy...a child, no older than Zak, stood grinning at him. He knew it was a ghost, and yet... The people here were remnants of an ancient battle. Yet this boy...Voph knew that he was not killed at Crait. Voph had known him. Voph placed a hand on Vytal's shoulder, still staring at the ghost. But as he moved, the boy turned, and ran off, echoing laughter that seemingly only he could hear. "Stand fast, witch," he muttered, "There are spirits here that even the battle of Crait could not produce. That...or my senses betray me. Either way...we should be cautious."

 

[Vytal Noctura]

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Location: The Surface of Crait
Objective: Locate, Identify, and Pacify Hostile Spirits

Vytal frowned when the voice whispered along the currents of the Force. The peace of the dead? Dathomiri dead found peace suspended above the surface of their world, ready to slaughter a Clan's enemies; but that was because they embraced their role even after death of protecting their Sisters. Those of this world? Offworlder dead? Vytal could not see them finding peace loitering among the living, aimless, alone. However, this was the only existence they knew -- perhaps the only one they even remembered knowing.

She stopped the moment Voph laid a hand on the Nightsister's shoulder. Not because of the contact or even the words that followed, but because of what she, herself, had seen in that moment. Slowly her head turned to regard the man with one eye. She kept her voice low so it did not carry to the rest. "The reports were not exaggerated," she agreed with the importance of caution given the threat surrounding them in that moment.

With that said, Vytal turned to called back to the rest that by now would have stopped with her abrupt end of forward motion. "Secure positions. Mandragora, survey the land. Identify the spirits in this area." If there were any. Perhaps Voph and herself had been the only recipients, and the threat had passed. A subtle reinforcement of the whisper in the Force?

What had been seen ahead, however, spoke of more than caution. The Nightsister's eyes beheld a sea of dead ahead of them. Certain of their ability to handle spirits as she was, it would be foolish to advance without recon -- without knowing whether it was all deception, or if death would come to them shortly.

"Alwine, Xobos, keep our flanks secure. Pom, do you have a potion to grant them sight of the living dead?" Even if those two were not experienced with dealing with the dead, they possessed a strength others lacked. Abilities that could still be harnessed to their collective benefit with but a little aide by the Witches and Warlocks present.

They would not tarry long, however, if no pressing threat was found. If their progress resumed, Vytal would do so at a cautious pace to test the patience of these dead. While waiting or on the move, the pale woman would begin to softly chant, "The Winged Goddess grants mercy to the restless dead. Her arms open to all, to join those that went ahead, and to find sanctuary away from the troubles of the living."

Tag: [member="Pom Stych Tivé"] | [member="Alwine Lechner"] | [member="Xobos Yakieer"] | [member="Zak Dymo"] | [member="Voph"] | Mandragora | Knights Obsidian | Open​

 

[Garza]

Anger at these little beings for causing it to have nasty tastes in it's mouth. Scornful at the actions it had taken. Garza took his hand, balled it into a fist to slam it down into the ground where one of the beings was. The salt cracked and split. Leaving red salt in the wake of his massive fist. However, the person was still there. Lifting the fist higher, Garza slammed down once more. Even as the Quacklord was not happy with the actions he was taking. The little one didn't understand the pain of having salt deep within your throat. Drying out your skin, painful cracking.

Force a second time, the fist slammed down upon the same person. Cracking the red salt even more so. Burrowing deeper into the ground, only to have the person still standing there. "Alive" according to the sight of Garza. Fed up with taking those strikes, being bitten, and still standing. Garza could be seen rearing his head ever so much. Garza began to glow a slight hue of blue while those in the area could feel the force being summoned all to one place.

In one instant, it was released into a stream of plasma down at the being. Drilling into the planet and to hopefully vaporize the little creature that was avoiding everything Garza was sending its way. After a couple seconds of this blast, The Lord of Girth looked down at the hole that he created. Standing just above the hole, was the person. Still standing there as nothing happened. Confused beyond belief, Garza once more laid down upon his stomach. Snoot mere feet from it. Reaching out to push down on the person with his finger.

Noticing now, that his finger went right through the person, and nothing he did would matter. Garza just sighed defeated.

[member="Duckie deWinter"], [member="Srina Talon"],

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

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Location: The Surface of Crait
Objective: Entrap and Subjugate Hostile Spirits





Pom stepped off the transport and turned her eyes toward the sky. She called a small sparrow from the air to land in her hand. She whispered to it and from her mouth breathed her demons into the tiny lifeform until it slumped docile in her hands, then with the passage of a few seconds sprung to life again. She sent it flying ahead of the group, Pom's eye now on the sparrow.

Pom's eyes scrunched together at the request made by [member="Vytal Noctura"] of a potion in particular. "I...honestly...doubt they could...handle it," she stated practically mortified at the thought of a non-witch taking such a state altering drug for the first time while on a mission. "Of course...if anyone wishes to..." she offered. They don't even feel comfortable eating cookies from this witch, how much strongly they shall likely refuse this offer!

Pom accepted a few charmed stones from [member="Alwine Lechner"], but she did not wish to use them unless absolutely necessary, for her own arsenal is overkill enough. She did not wish to take such items difficult to come by, from someone who likely doesn't come by them in the typical manner as creating them by one's self. "Thank you," she said. "If I use them, I promise to replace them three fold." She likewise handed the woman an amulet, "To ward off unknown evil bearers. I know it works; I have heard them scream and prefer to avoid these. We will create a safe path, from our ship, to far ahead." An amulet strung through a branch is all it takes. Even if they were cast upon the ground, all good. "Zak shall help us with this very important task; won't you, my ghostie?" She looked down at [member="Zak Dymo"], his little white sheet and his youthful energy, the exact opposite of the dark resurrected Nightsister.



He stood off in the distance.

Pom froze in her steps. Sleeping memories flooded her mind. Tears suddenly started amidst her icy blues. It cannot be him. It cannot be her beloved son of her past lifetime.

'NO! Death rampaged this planet four hundred years ago,' she told herself. But maybe she is wrong. Maybe it is Kæstyl. If there were any chance that it could be...how could she hurt him?

Just then she saw an army of etherial forms, and her beloved Kæstyl receded among them.

Pom suddenly let out a scream and doubled over, slapping her hands against her one eye. Someone had just killed her charmed sparrow, but not before she saw them! "Their appears to be people in a settlement," she announced, reeling from the pain of the sudden separation of her visual link.

A black smoke writhed and curled, quickly traveling through the air towards her, her legion returned to her essence. Pom stood tall and tossed her head back, welcoming her familiars. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and as she opened her eyes again, they were wounded no longer. "They are no ordinary cult I suspect, likely behind our sudden barrier." She pointed towards the mass of spirits.

If only she had brought along a sphere in which to trap them...




[member="Xobos Yakieer"] [member=Voph]

 

[Kathryn Foster]

Location: Crystalline Cavern, Crait​

Objective: Explore the Cavern​

Wearing: Desert camoflage BDUs, gear vest, utility belt and military boots. Sand backpack.​

Gear: BAW-88 blaster carbine, LBP-3 light blaster, vibroblade, GLiS Emergency Medpac​

Tags: Alden Akaran, Faye Malvern​

''You just wanna take one home, right?'' she said in pure delight and glanced at her fellow Confederacy companions. The trios amazement of the white creatures and the glistening throne room of a cave could not be mistaken. This was not Geonosis, alright.

As Alden knelt down beside her, she carefully retracted her own arm to let him and the vulpine greet. Making it easier and less threatening for the creature to focus on just one individual. It were indeed curious, but one could almost see that it held that swift and sudden jump ready in it's legs. Ready to flee to the safety of the pack and the narrow passages to its den that surely were located somewhere nearby.

Faye's reaction was somehow counted for, as she did not come off as the most outdoor going type of woman. Never the less, Kathy certainly did not hold it against her and would do what she could to encourage her. She added an assuring glance and a nod to Alden's wave for the woman to come and join them.

''No offence, sir... But... Are you sure they could eat that...?'' she chimed in as Alden pulled out the bantha jerky.

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Objective: Restless souls – Find the source of the spirits
Equipment: Lightsaber, Faceless Armor
Mental State: Restless
Tags: [member="Vytal Noctura"], [member="Pom Stych Tivé"], [member="Alwine Lechner"], [member="Voph"] and [member="Zak Dymo"]
Post: #3

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This place was starting to get to her a bit. Something about this ride, where they were going, it almost felt as though they were disturbing something. Either that, or something was very unhappy that they had come here. The voice that spoke throughout the minds of all those in the involved in the ride might have affected them, though it didn’t make to much of a difference to the Miraluka. She had been hearing voices for as long as she could remember, so a new one didn’t exactly make much of a difference to her.

A short presence was suddenly felt next to her, and she turned to see the child looking up to her, holding out an amulet of some type out to her. Furrowing her brow down at him, she reached out to take the amulet, turning it over in her hand. It had an interesting feel about it, but she couldn’t help the suspicious and uneasy feeling that came over her mind when she looked at the rock in her hand. Turning to the little kid, the Miraluka gave him a small nod, pretending to slowly put the amulet around her neck. Instead, she slid it into her cloak’s pocket, making mental note to possible use it if needed. At least the voices seemingly backed her up. “A wise decision, I believe…never really trusted those witch types. Good idea, little master.” Lagos’s deeper voice rumbled it’s way through her head, affirming her decision.

As the group rumbled their way up to the meeting point and each began to make their way out of the vehicle, Xobos made sure to be one of the last to leave. She had no idea what the combative capabilities of every member of this group was, but it was probably a good idea to be one of the ones to watch their backs. When she was commanded to be one of the ones to guard the sides of the group, the apprentice gave a slow nod, making her way to edge of the circle that the witches and kid had created. Murmuring to herself, she mused and questioned the voices in the kind of weapon to use. “Lightsabers or spear, ambrus?” There was a pause before the voice responded, giving an answer that she didn’t exactly expect. “Spear. And draw upon the dark forces, little master. Unconventional enemies must be warded off by unconventional means.”

Xobos slowly nodded to herself, musing over his answer. “Then give me strength.” Clasping her hands together, the Miraluka slowly closed her eyes and exhaled slowly, before beginning to pull them apart, the shaft of dark energy coming into view. A few seconds later, the Miraluka was holding a nine foot long spear, giving a swift swirl around her body before focusing her energy and eyes on the spirits that had begun to conglomerate around them, prepared to slash out at any that might come close to the group.

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[Duckie Talon]

Location: On Crait
Objective: Protect Garza
Tagging: [member="Garza"] | [member="Srina Talon"]

Crashing, beating, blasting roaring.

It was the sound of a war, his gigantic friend unleashing the full power of his fury, of his growing anger against...something. Red salt flew through the ait, coating the scales around him, clinging to the duckling's feathers as he shook himself, trying to shake it off to no avail. He could feel the salt weighing him down, smell it in the air as the once pristine yellow one carefully disengaged his claws from the lizard's scales and scampered slowly forward to peer down from the top of Garza's head.

The sight before him...was impressive. His frend had torn a chunk out of the planet, a huge hole gaping infront of him where he'd unleashed his power. Yet...those floaties were still around. Beady black eyes flicked between Garza and the apparations, his friend looked sad, defeated and they were just...floating. Duckie didn't know what they were, didn't know who they were but he knew one thing, no-one made the Quacklord's friend's sad. It was a noble sentiment, but what followed was hte most ungainly half flight, half scramble as the baby ducke scrabbled down Garza's side, interposing himself between the lizard and the phantomes and he drew himself up to his full height, spread salt encrusted wings and hissed at them. He'd protect the lizard from teh ghosts, or he wasn't called Duckie!

 

[Daxton Bane]

IMission : Vital Figures

Tags: [member="Holt"] | [member="Kelsie Sylvan"] | [member="Nyx N1X3"]

“You plan to stand around all day kid?” Daxton chided the younger man, just to see if he could get a rise out of him. “The Knights Obsidian don’t spend all day looking cool. Either you get clearance, we dance or you all walk away and let me do my work. Its all the same to me.”

While Daxton’s stance remained neutral, a bemused look on his face, in his head he was already calculating whether to induce phantasmal fears, force push the boy and droid into the sky or just beat them with his tentacles but dismissing the thoughts as he knew that would only cause more trouble than it was worth. No need to ruffle those pompous paperpushers any more than necessary.

However, if someone was paying attention Daxton’s shadow seemed to elongate itself before a section peeled off, the ghostly specter slipping into a nearby crack to scout ahead for its master.

 

[Tess Valnora]

Location: Crait's surface​

Equipment: Shadow's Sting, Compact sub-machine gun (concealed),​

Phrik combat knife (in boot), shoto lightsaber (Concealed), B-2 (on back)​

Wear: Norris Root Leatheris Coat, White shirt and trousers, combat boots​

Tags: Anyone​

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Tess had been riding for what felt like hours, with nothing but salt flats to look at. Or it could have just been her excitement to find the crystalline canines that hunted the planet. Either way her journey was coming to a close as she started approaching a mountain range, it was said the Vulptices lived in caves and burrows to escape the sun. She just had to find the right location. That’s when she saw a pack of crystal heaps jump up and scurry away from the sound of her speeder. “Oh no! I didn’t mean to scare you!” she said, more to herself than the Vulptices as she knew they couldn’t understand her.

She corrected her trajectory and slowed her speeder to trail the creatures hoping they would slow down or lead her to a cave where they stayed. S she followed their sporadic scurrying movements she counted about twenty animals, but with the sun glinting off their “fur” and them dashing in and out of each other it was quite easy to lose track. Suddenly the pack started to disappear, as if into thin air, “What the- there was nothing said about them being able to vanish!” Tess said to herself as she coasted to a stop and watched the last of the Vulptix disappear. Underground.

Getting off the bike Valnora walked to where she thought she had last seen the little buggers and sure enough, in the white sand-like salt there were red holes, like enormous puncture wounds in the earth. “So that’s where you’re hiding. It’s a shame I can’t fit in those holes. I’d love to see where you live.” She said, a little disappointed in the conclusion of her first sighting. Kneeling at the entrance to one of the burrows She rubbed her had along the edge. Red and white dust sprinkled into the hole, and a glint caught her eye. Getting on all fours she looked harder into the hole, just to come face to face with the small curious eyes of a Vulptix. Tess froze, not out of fear for her life, but out of fear of scaring it away.

She slowly moved her left hand to remove her right glove so that she could touch the animal mere inches from her face. Pulling her hand free with a small jerking movement caused the creature to flinch. Tess quickly inhaled fearing she had blown it, but the creature went back to studying her. She slowly and steadily reached out her hand toward its head to pet it, “Just one touch, that’s all I want. You’re so pretty!” she thought to herself as she inched closer, and closer, and closer to the head of the canine. The wild animal glanced from her eyes to her hand, contemplated for a split second, then nipped her finger before disappearing back into its hole.

“Ow! You little! Ooo.. I didn’t get to pet him.” She exclaimed as she recoiled from the pain and sat on her heels. Looking at her hand she saw that it hadn’t drawn blood, but there was a little red mark there. Putting on her glove she stood up, sad that she had been so close to touching one only to have the moment slip through her fingers. She got back on her speeder bike and continued her search for more Vulptices.

 

[Alwine Daye]

Wearing: Obsidian type Strike Armor | "Executor" Boots Exclusive
Wielding: Obsidian Knight Sword | WindWhisper | Pouch of Vita Stones
Tags: [member="Vytal Noctura"] [member="Zak Dymo"] [member="Pom Stych Tivé"] [member="Xobos Yakieer"] [member="Voph"] | + Feel free to join


So much empty space that can be toyed with right here!

"I know the woman who makes them," Alwine assured [member="Pom Stych Tivé"], "Use them if you require so, and have no qualms regarding it. I give you these stones of my own free will for you to use for your own safety." A moment later, when the witch turned her attention elsewhere, Alwine blinked. She had spoken as herself, but… But she was uncertain where the words had come from, where the need to speak like that had come from. It felt strange to the Lupine, but she set it out of her mind as [member="Vytal Noctura"] gave the orders. Taking the amulet from the first witch, Alwine nodded in gratitude and immediately put it around her small neck.

Following her orders, Alwine fell to the flank, walking now alongside [member="Xobos Yakieer"]. The girl was one such as [member="Voph"], though the name of the species escaped her in that moment. She had no recollection of her before, but trusted thatif she were here, she had enough experience for it. Even with the child... Alwine sighed. It was monstrous, that the Confederacy would either drag or permit children to come to such places. She hoped the child's life, outside of these missions, was sufficiently safe and innocent, as the life of a child ought to be.

She looked at the responses of the others, what they were seeing, what they reported that they saw… And she had nothing. Her human eyes saw nothing, felt nothing. Was it perhaps the amulet around her neck that kept her from doing as such?

"Perhaps…" she said, looking to the others for agreement, or disagreement, "should I shift into the wolf? I… I may be able to see things I cannot in my human shape."