Public Sands of Time

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Zoronhed | Cantina
Tags: Laphisto 17-KR7 "Enigma" Quinn Varanin Tamsin Graves Eira Dyn Kaila Irons Trayze Tesar Tarasynora

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The Diarch barked a brief bit of laughter as his old friend made his comment.
"A sentiment I must mirror Laphisto, although, normally I know why I'm being shot at"
The statement was true, other than the summons by the "Demon" Reign knew not why he was here and even less about why he was now under fire.

He was focused in on a couple of droids approaching him when at the sound of a concussion grenade, his large ally went reeling. Reign quickly placed a hand on Laphisto's back, sending a brief bout of calm to him through the force. And at Laphisto's words the Diarch nodded.

"Noted, the droids are mine, seems you and your other friends are in a heap of trouble"

He turned to face the three advancing on Laphisto his blade making short work of the droid encroaching to melee distance. Blocking the bolts from the other two.

It was at this time a smoke canister went off in the vicinity of the two force users, obscuring Reign's vision. Blocking the bolts on instinct, the haze now illuminated by the lightsabers of the Diarch and his ally, casting eerie alternating glows.

It was through this haze that the Diarch felt the tide shift out of his favor, unsure of where the threat truly was, he tried to tap into the force more fully, becoming mildly disoriented from the brief touch with Quinn Varanin the pure power emanating from her throwing his senses into disarray.

It was in this moment of pause that while moving, he felt a stun bolt hit his right hand, dropping the saber momentarily, before calling it to his left hand. Barely slicing in time to catch the net, but the debris from the containment device cutting the diarch open in multiple locations.

Now, bleeding, one arm held limply at his side, and disoriented by an overwhelming force presence, the Diarch seethed. His rage pushing his power to further and further heights. It was in this elevated state, he felt the brush against his mind.

Noting the familiar touch of battle meditation, he accepted the call and was flooded with the other's emotions. Not only that, but power, adding already to his substantial strength.

Within the grips of this power, he felt the intent of the mercenary throwing the sonic grenade and managed to redirect it with the force to the other organic hunter on the elevated platform.

Taking a moment to lose himself in the connection, memories of brutal training at the hands of his father, joyous revelation at the birth of his daughters, and grim determination as he met the galaxy in a declaration of war all coursed through him to the others he was tethered too.

 

[17-KR7 "Enigma"]

Location: Zonju V
Tags: Tamsin Graves Kaila Irons Diarch Reign Trayze Tesar Laphisto Eira Dyn Tarasynora Quinn Varanin

Enigma observed the unfolding chaos with the meticulous detachment of a grandmaster adjusting a game board. The variables had changed. The plan had been perfect—until external elements introduced an unacceptable level of instability. The swoop gangers had formed an unexpected, uncharacteristic alliance, drawn together not by credits or power, but by sheer inconvenience. The arrival of the trench-coated man, his casual demeanor masking the very real threat of the thermal detonator, confirmed what her processors had already calculated: this operation had exceeded acceptable levels of risk.

"Assessment: The situation has deteriorated beyond optimal parameters," she transmitted to her forces. "Initiate Withdrawal Protocol Theta. Engage only to suppress pursuit. Non-essential hostiles may be used as distractions. The crowd will serve as a buffer."

Her bounty hunters, hardened professionals all, did not panic. Nor did the Commando Droids, whose cold mechanical minds accepted orders without hesitation. The mercenaries outside, facing the increasingly agitated swoop gangs, shared quick glances before one reached down and deactivated the locking mechanism on the tavern doors. The heavy bolts disengaged with an audible clank, and the doors creaked open just enough for the eager masses to shove their way in.

A human bounty hunter adjusted his rifle and stepped back. "Fine. You want your drinks? Have at it."

The gangsters poured inside, not immediately registering the tactical retreat for what it was. Some hesitated, wary of the droids still in the shadows, but others surged forward, weapons drawn and looking for a fight. Enigma had calculated the outcome—brawls would break out, creating a perfect cover for her forces to extract themselves from the compromised battlefield.

She turned her attention to Laphisto, whose voice carried the ease of an old friend rather than an adversary. His words, playful yet probing, were as calculated as any high-stakes negotiation. He treated her as a living being—a habit of his she had long recognized. Respect was a tool, an equation she understood but did not feel. Even so, her response was tailored with the careful precision of someone who understood how organics valued familiarity. She spoke through the intercom system again.

"Laphisto," she acknowledged, her voice smooth and deliberate, synthesized to reflect the warmth she did not truly experience but knew he expected. "You overestimate me. If I had arranged this convergence, it would have been on my terms."

She paused for a nanosecond, a fraction of time imperceptible to organics but an eternity for her.

"I came for the bounty, yes. But now I see the greater game. Your presence here is an anomaly. You, the Diarch, others of significance—I calculate a 94.7% probability that none of you arrived here by coincidence." The voice stopped for a moment, allowing the organics to process it. "That suggests external manipulation. An unseen hand guiding the pieces. Tell me, old friend, are you the pawn or the player?"

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Sands Of Time​

Location: Zoronhed, Zonju V
Equipment: GL-13 blaster | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Inquisitorial Saber | Circlet of Projection
Tags: Kaila Irons | Tarasynora | Quinn Varanin| Eira Dyn | Laphisto | Diarch Reign | Trayze Tesar | 17-KR7 "Enigma"

17-KR7 "Enigma"​

The trench coated man smiled as the guards moved from the door. His count stopped counting, and his thumb gently slipped the dead man switch back over to safety. "Well, thank you." He said with a bit of disappointment in his voice at the lack of violence. He really wanted a fight to get into the bar, it would have livened up his day.

He looked towards the speeder gangs that gathered, shouting out to them. "Looks like their business is concluded and the bar is open, boys." The trench coated man reached up with his index and middle finger to his forehead and tapped in salute to the leaving bounty hunters.

He slipped the detonator back into his trench coat as they wandered a little further away and some of the gathered gangers started heading for the door. Yet the man in the trench coat stood there as they reached him, and the gangers started to flood into the bar. He kept his strange eyes on the bounty hunters.

"Tell your boss, they are about to have a second chance."

A mental word was projected into one of the bounty hunters' mind.

"The Girl has a tracking chip in her, it will now be activated. Designation SC -5374 -617266-61-6C-6C."

Hopefully the message would be delivered, though the man in the trench coat seemed to grimace to himself as gave the message to the bounty hunter. There was no guarantee it the bounty hunter would even do it and the trench coated man really hoped it wouldn't. They were just as much a pawn in this game as everyone else and they didn't like it.

So many wondered how and why all things had transpired as they did well that answer was in the cantina. It was time to play his part, he figured as he moved towards the crowds flooding in and out the confusion giving the master mind behind this trap their cover, but the demon's game was far from over.

As he moved into, he cantina the trench coated man seemingly with ease moved through the flood into the bar. His strange eyes viewed through the crowd an opening where the girl stood with those same strange eyes as his own.

Kaila Irons​

The crowds pushed and shoved as the doors opened and the dessert arid air was allowed to flow in in. People pushing on people, those trying to get in and those trying to get out. Tamsin possessed by the demon stood there staring down the bounty hunter between her and Kaila but it turned and ran when the call was given for a strategic retreat. It left the demon staring down Kaila with its saber ignited.

The demon smirked at Kaila then loosened up in its stance taking a few steps back keeping its fiery eyed gaze on Kaila moving almost like a snake in human skin. "Thank you for bringing me home." It said it words tinged with poison. As Speeder gangers from outside came in. These were the demon's people, her kin in a way. "But the game isn't over, yet." It took a few more steps back.

Laphisto​

The man in a trench coat walked past the crying man on the floor being comforted and protected by his force dead soldier. The Trench coated man looked down at Laphisto and then to the force dead man. "I think he is done drinking for the day." The man just shook his head as he chuckled to himself. "He really needs to get his chit together." Then he continued on for heading for the bar.

Trayze Tesar​

He casually walked past the Trayze and looked at the bodies and droids he had taken down. "Not bad, not bad at all." The trench coated man remarked. "Though the clean up is going to be a pain in the arse." He thought about patting the man on the shoulder, but he was to much on his guard it was best not to. Yet he continued his journey walking with some sense of authority in his combat boots as they crunched broken glass.

Diarch Reign​

The Trench coated man with those strange fiery eyes walked past the Lord of the Diarchy. "You enjoying the sites?" The trench coated man said with a mirth and cockiness in his tone. "Lot's of desert to see, but you aren't at the final destination to get the answers you seek." Like the man in the trench coat was in the know of what was going on exactly. He just kept treading on by. The face of the man had been one of the contestants in the survival games on Korriban. Korriban for Reign it would all trace back to the damned planet where he had first encountered that demon. The connections were there for why they had all been called to this world.

Quinn Varanin | Eira Dyn​

He then he sauntered on by the master and apprentice pair. His first thought was this was getting a bit out of hand, he knew who Quinn was. He hadn't expected this game to go as far as pulling in someone so valued int the Sith order. Then again what did he expect if there wasn't some level of danger then the damn girl would never have done. It wasn't that he minded but his wars with the sith were long over. He was retired after all, well maybe not for much longer.

"Good Day." He said to them as he past no smart comments mostly cause the dark haired one looked ready to pounce and kick anyone's arse. The princess was in a trance so he wouldn't get much of a response out of her.

Tarasynora​

He made it to the bar where the two mind slaves stood he stared at them for a moment with his strange eyes. They pulled weapons on him, and he continued to look at them. He slightly peaked over the counter cautiously and down at the little elf chick there. "Nice work on these two." He gave her a wink and then lifted his head and looked at the smashed bottles at the back of the bar scanning for one good one int the mess. He then lifted his hand and with the force brought a good bottle to his hand. "Brandy, guess it will have to do for the road." He then peaked over the bar again.

"My apologies, ma'am, but I am going to need your protectors for a moment." He gave her a smile and head nod as he looked up at the them.

Kaila Irons​

The demon smirked a little smile. "The Game isn't over, time for the chase." It let out a little wicked cackle.

As she said it the all the gangers and bounty hunters left in the transformed into the visage of the trench coated man an illusion.

The demon spoke once more. "I am sure you all have a lot to talk about, but me I got places to be. Thank the princess for the power up for me." The demon in Tamsin's skin gave Kaila a wink as the mob of trench coated men moved to cover Tamsin. As the demon along with he real trench coated man slipped out the back door and onto a speeder bike in haste taking off. The gangers and bodyguards guised as the trench coated man began to bum rush and attack those that didn't look like them. The trench coated man holding the illusion and the demon mental dominating them into see the party as an enemy just to give them some time to escape.

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