Dominion Shattered Dreams - GA Dominion of Taris

[Vera Noble]

Taris | Tunnels

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Tag: Aris Noble

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"Stop..." Vera said all of a sudden, her senses focused as they detected something, "Someone else is in these tunnels with us. I think it's a Jedi," Vera added, having picked up on Tyrus Vastor deeper down the tunnel of caves. The faint sound of beasts growling and screeching as they were butchered soon reached them, but Vera seemed hesitant about following up. What if this person wasn't a Jedi but someone who would threaten them?

She was on a mission and she didn't want to risk failing it by being curious.

"Should we help? Or should we keep going?" From what she sensed, he was handling himself just fine. Rakghouls were troublesome in large groups. but capable Jedi could carve through them easily enough.

Still, there was always a risk of being overwhelmed.

"The orbs are pointing us in a different direction..."

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[Iris Arani]

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He picked up on it, good. Iris let herself smile for a brief moment before she ended up diving deeper into the colors around her. They were able to help more effectively now, so she would instead focus her attention on everything. Weaving the colors endlessly through the area, the wreckage, everything. With her focus on that painting and painting alone, no amount of talking or the like would pull her out. She was wholly with the Force for the time being to ensure as many as possible were saved.

Zaiya Ceti | Roman Vossari

 

[Roman Vossari]

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Padawan Roman felt a surge of pride and relief as he witnessed the transformation taking place before him. Zaiya's focused determination resonated like a harmony in the air, each of her movements seemingly choreographed by the Force itself. The vibrant display of blues and golds that erupted from her work brought a new light to the scene, illuminating not only the injured man but also the heavy air of despair that had hung over them moments before.

He stepped back slightly, allowing Zaiya her space, yet he felt the pull of their shared energy, as if they were two threads weaving together in an intricate tapestry. Roman's heart swelled at the thought that he had assisted in some small way, his contribution intertwining with hers, turning fear into hope.

But the moment was brief. Iris's deep focus captivated him, reminding him of the dedication required for their mission. He could sense the urgency in her movements, the way her spirit poured into everything she touched, like an artist caught in the flow of creation.

Taking a deep breath, Roman centered himself, letting the remnants of their energies coalesce within him. He felt the warmth of determination radiate through their small group, a collective resolve that urged him onward. "Together," he thought, "we can do this."

As he stood vigil beside Zaiya, with Iris weaving her magic in the background, Roman understood his role anew, a stabilizing force, a bridge. With each moment, he felt himself grow, not just as a Padawan but as part of something greater, a community bound by shared light and purpose amidst the shadows of suffering. As Zaiya reassured the injured man, Roman's own smile crept forth, joining her warmth as they prepared to guide him to safety.

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Tag: Iris Arani | Zaiya Ceti

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

Persephone watched Iko Vel get to work on the primitive lock. She was expecting an approach much,much more quiet than literally using a knife to bash the thing. Didn't Jedi have skills with lock picking? The teenage Heiress expected Iko to use some of the skills he had acquired at the Jedi Temple to be put in use.

Whatever got the job done, she supposed.

Lock was tossed to the ground and she immediately reached inside. It was only half-full. Some flimsy in a battered folder that looked important. Holos. Two different data tablets and a credcard. The brown haired girl immediately starting placing things quickly into her hoodie and pants pockets, not bringing a bag down. That would have invited a heap of trouble.

Hand reached inside and swept the little locker twice to make sure. This was it. She wasn't coming back to Taris after this. At least, she didn't plan to unless there was a lead on her no-good Daddy. Even then, Persephone wasn't sure if she wanted to go down that road. A depressing weight was falling on her shoulders with the realization she was going to have to make a decision soon. To embrace her new life and push this to the back of her mind or continue to live in two worlds.

Shoulders slumped and she sighed. Hand gestured around the little lobby of the dilapidated structure.

"So's this is where I grew up. I ain't going upstairs though, sorry. Yous ready to leave?"

 

[Aris Noble]

Stop?

Aris paused, glancing to his sister. Then his brow furrowed. Another Jedi was here? Were they here to clear the tunnels? That was why their mother had been here before, so that was likely. He hummed only for a moment before giving Vera a grin. He could hear the fighting, but it didn't mean he could tell it's direction. Not as well as she could, anyway.

"Whatever we're being pointed to has been there since Solomon, so.. We should go help. Point the way for me? I can't differentiate sound in these tunnels too well."

Vera Noble | Tyrus Vastor

 

[Vera Noble]

Taris | Tunnels

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Tag: Aris Noble Tyrus Vastor

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"What's wrong? Your super ears don't have reception here?" Vera snickered and moved past him, but not without intentionally bumping her shoulder into him. She loved to tease her brother, no matter how smart, strong, or good of a Jedi he became. He was her little brother and that meant he'd never be safe.

Even if he kept quiet.

"It's this way." Vera finally became more serious and picked up the pace to guide her brother through the tunnels. Soon enough, he wouldn't need her guidance anymore. The flash of Tyrus Vastor 's blade became visible, as it cast a glow around the dark tunnels. The sound of beasts screaming and screeching grew louder as well, and the darkness they felt became so much more intense.

"There!"

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[Tyrus Vastor]

Tag: Aris Noble Vera Noble ​

The purple glow of Lor Pelek's lightsaber faded, retracting back into its hilt and leaving the large Korun alone in the tunnel with a putrid stench.

Though it all ended, I could still feel the super conductive loop, initiated by vaapad, coursing through every fiber of my being. I could no longer sense danger nearby and in that reflective calming pause I motioned my lungs to breathe in and breathe out. Centering, finding my own center of being once again. Reminding myself that I merely reflected and directed the dark and not wield it.

That was no longer my life.

Casting a glance to the corpses below, Tyrus came to a crouch and moved aside the bottom end of his black leather duster coat aside away from rakghoul blood that pooled around him. Peering past the physical he focused on the metaphysical, slowly but surely he glimpsed the subtle webs, the ebbs and flows that connected the corpses around him together to a larger source. A hive. A shatterpoint.

In his minds eye it manifested like ripples or even shattered glass mirages cast over the physical, but just as he was about to follow its connection it faded away and he was left staring at a young girl and a young boy?

" Why here? Why come here, you?" he said aloud in a deep voice, his accent deeply in Korun.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

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Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x | Weapons: x x x
Interacting with: Iris Arani Roman Vossari Alicio Organa

Using the combined guidance and energy from Iris and Roman made Zaiya feel like they were a strong team. Throughout the afternoon, the trio worked tirelessly, searching through the thick, humid jungles of Taris to find survivors. They rescued many -- pulling the injured from beneath debris, helping those wandering in shock, and healing wounds with the Force. By the time they returned to the triage center, they were all covered in sweat, grime, and streaks of blood and mud. The jungle's insects were relentless, buzzing around them, desperate for a bite. The heavy humidity clung to Zaiya, making her feel sticky and uncomfortable -- definitely not the kind of environment she was used to.

Carrying three canteens, Zaiya trudged over to Iris and Roman.

"Here you go -- water. It's not cold, but at least it'll keep us hydrated," Zaiya said, handing them each a canteen before plopping down onto a nearby crate. Once they had settled and drank deeply, a quiet lull fell over them. This was their time to rest, recoup, and maybe even discuss what had happened. Zaiya, of course, was bursting with questions.

After a few more gulps of water, Zaiya couldn't hold it in any longer. "Iris... what exactly did you do out there?" she asked, her curiosity lighting up her mottled skin with faint shades of iridescent blue. "I felt something coming from you first... and then Roman." She wiped a streak of sweat and grime from her forehead, unknowingly smearing a brown mark across her glowing blue spots.

She glanced between Iris and Roman, eager to hear how they'd managed to channel the Force like that. Something about it had been different, and she wanted to understand.

 

[Aris Noble]

"Ha."

Aris rolled his eyes. She knew very well it wasn't a reception problem. It didn't surprise him in the slightest that she'd keep teasing him, even as they were heading down to help another. By the time they arrived, though, it seemed the man didn't need their help in the slightest. He peered around the bodies before looking down at the shorter than the teenage boy Jedi.

"We're searching for something. Why are you here? Who are you?"

Vera Noble | Tyrus Vastor

 

[Vera Noble]

Taris | Tunnels

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Tag: Aris Noble Tyrus Vastor

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"And why do you talk like that?" Vera added to her brother's questions, a brow perked up a tad. Looking him up and down, Vera tried to gauge if they were looking at a Jedi or an unaffiliated Force User. His skills suggested that he was a Jedi — that he had been formally trained and honed his skills. But looks could be deceiving, and he felt like those Jedi Shadow types Mom had told her about many times before.

Uninviting and cold. Distant.

"If you're here to clear the tunnels of Rakghouls, head that way," Vera said, pointing ahead of herself, "Master Noble already cleared the tunnels where we came from." It'd be useful if he was here to take care of the Rakghouls. It'd allow her and her brother to find what they were looking for in peace.

Without more of these monsters coming after them.

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[Iris Arani]

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"I believe it's called battle meditation. Guiding the Force to help your allies and hinder your foes in simple ways. Helping a friend duck a shot, pointing them in a direction to find someone buried, the like. If you meant the other thing, though, Battle Meld. It seems Padawan Roman here has some aptitude for it. Know that as useful as it can be, you're melding two people who would normally be separate. Their senses become yours, and vice versa. You can learn how to stop people from feeling everything, but, there's a lot of risk in that."

Iris was much more relaxed in how she sat now, taking the canteen with an idle dip of her head in thanks before she chugged it down. It was tiring to guide this many people, but the result was good. Far more would've died had she not. She leaned farther back, plopping to lay out as she stared up at the sky above.

"Jedi Knight Iris, by the way. Healer and Doctor. You're going to meet weird people all over, and their way of thinking is going to be vastly diverse. Don't get hung up on what you think is proper manners, yes?"

Roman Vossari | Zaiya Ceti

 

[Roman Vossari]

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Roman stood quietly beside Zaiya, his exhaustion mingling with admiration as he listened to Iris explain the intricacies of the Force. He had watched her work today, guiding them effortlessly through chaos and uncertainty. The benefits of battle meditation and Battle Meld had been palpable in their efforts to rescue the survivors, giving him a sense of purpose and efficacy he hadn't previously experienced.

"Thank you, Iris." he said, his voice tinged with sincerity and gratitude. "What you did today… it was incredible. I never knew the Force could be harnessed like that in battle. I felt so connected to both you and Zaiya, and it made me feel stronger, like we were all a part of something bigger."

He wiped his brow, still shocked by the day's events, but a newfound confidence began to blossom within him. He was impressed with his newfound friends, they seemed to work well together. All he could have hoped for today was that he provided some sort of relief and with their help, he was able to do so.

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Tag: Iris Arani | Zaiya Ceti

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

Since Iko Vel didn't answer and was giving her once of those dumb, teenage boy stares,she assumed her answer as no. Fine with her, she really didn't want to go reliving any memories. All she wanted was the contents of the locker and she had them - important too since there was a holo of her and Mama plus the stuff about her rotten daddy.

"Great!" Persephone took his silence as the answer. "Let's get goin'. Don't want to linger down here late into the evenin'. If you think its rough now..."

She could handle herself but if someone knew she was now flush with credits thanks for her guardians, it wouldn't be pretty. Making sure all her flimsy was tucked carefully into her pockets and the locker was empty again, she took Iko's hand and all but drug him back up to the surface.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

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Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x | Weapons: x x x
Interacting with: Iris Arani Roman Vossari

Battle meditation.

Zaiya's mind buzzed at the thought -- helping her allies while weakening her enemies. And then there was battle meld, a way for two people to become one through the Force. Could that be like the resonating she'd experienced with Aris? Or even with Roman?

Her skin flickered with shifting hues, her curiosity lighting up in a dance of colors that rippled across her like a living canvas. Amber, grey, and tawny gold swirled over her skin, betraying just how many questions were swirling through her head.

"For battle meld… what do you mean you can stop someone from feeling everything?" Zaiya asked, eyes wide with intrigue. "If your senses are merged through the Force, doesn't that mean one feels what the other feels? Or does one person take control?" Her curiosity deepened as she thought about her own unique abilities.

She couldn't help but wonder if that's what was happening when she resonated with someone when she touched them? Roman had told her that he'd felt connected to her when he did it, and now… now Zaiya wondered if it was more than just an emotional resonance that was shared?

"My kind can feel each other's emotions and sense each other's location when we bond with a mate," Zaiya continued, her skin flickering a thoughtful amber. "But with the Force… it's like I can do something similar when I touch someone. I feel their emotions, and they can feel mine, but I haven't really tried using the Force with them for anything else while doing that." the ability had grown more whenever she wore her Kyber crystal hairpin as well, focusing it and enhancing the power when it came to empathy. Could that be the reason why?

She bit her lip, the hues of her skin deepening as the possibilities tugged at her thoughts. Could this strange ability be tied to Battle meld?

 

[Iris Arani]

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"It's.. Welcoming, to feel part of the whole. Just don't loose yourself in it, yeah?" There was so much caution to give about this. About the idea of melding through the Force. Even a battle meditation could have someone get lost in it if they weren't careful. Though, it seemed Zaiya was far more interested it what it could mean than Iris would've liked. "You're the bridge when you bring others into it. You can close those bridges, or filter the information that travel through them. But as the bridge, you feel everything. All their thoughts, emotions, pain. Deaths. All as if they were you."

A battle meditation was one thing. Roman seemed to have an affinity for the basics of it, and she already knew Zaiya could. But a Meld was dangerous for so many reasons. The heavy weight that was brought with it, to shoulder the deaths of those you meld with mid battle while keeping everyone else alive and on task. All while knowing they were giving their lives to keep you alive to keep the eld going.

It wasn't a weight she wanted for the young Padawan to shoulder.

"Your kind is very unique. But don't get too in your head about it being the same thing, your species bond and a Meld. They could be, they could not be. An open mind will be important to keep."

Roman Vossari | Zaiya Ceti

 

[Roman Vossari]

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Roman stood quietly beside Zaiya and Iris, his heart still racing from the events of the day. He felt invigorated, a stark contrast to the exhaustion that had settled deep in his bones. The afternoon sun cast a warm hue over their small group, illuminating Zaiya's skin that danced with vibrant colors, a reflection of her thoughts and feelings swirling in her mind. He admired her curiosity, the way her eyes sparkled with questions and wonder, and he appreciated Iris's calm wisdom, tempering Zaiya's enthusiasm with cautious reminders of the dangers that lay ahead.

"You're right, Iris." he said, his voice steadying as he spoke. "That connection was powerful, but I can see how it could also become overwhelming. I don't want to lose myself in it either." Roman turned to Zaiya, his expression earnest. "But what you described--it's incredible. I felt that connection too during the rescue. The way we coordinated, it was like we were extensions of one another, each movement guided by an unseen current."

He shifted, a sense of determination welling up inside him. "If battle meld can deepen that bond, and if it can help us become even stronger together, I want to explore it. But I understand your concerns, Iris. We have to be careful, especially in the heat of battle."

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Tag: Iris Arani | Zaiya Ceti

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

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Interacting with: Iris Arani Roman Vossari

Just don't lose yourself in it.

Zaiya mulled over Iris's words, a thoughtful frown tugging at her lips. It was a valid warning -- and one that hit closer to home than she wanted to admit. Ever since she'd been separated from her parents, there was this empty space inside her, this constant need for connection, for bonds. If melding with someone through the Force felt anything like that, like filling that void, it could be dangerous for her. She wasn't sure she'd want to let go once she had it.

More than a little scary if one thought about it.

Iris's description of being the bridge for others, of how that connection could shape and change them -- that hit hard too. Bridges could connect people, sure. But they could also burn. The thought sent a shiver through her, a flicker of anxiety twisting in her chest.

"No, you're right, Iris," Zaiya finally said, her voice soft but steady. A swirl of color rippled across her skin -- hues of deep amber and flickers of jewel-toned light, reflecting her mix of emotions. She glanced up at the Jedi Knight, then at Roman, her opal blue eyes flickering with a hint of embarrassment.

"Sorry…" she added with a sheepish smile. "I just get so excited when I figure out something new about the Force, especially how it works with me. It's still hard to tell what's normal with the Force and what's just... me."

She paused, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the patterns on her arms as if grounding herself in the present.

"How do you make sure you don't get lost in melding?" Zaiya asked, her curiosity piqued again. The thought of losing herself, of blurring the line between where she ended and someone else began, was terrifying. But also… kind of intriguing. She could feel Roman was interested too. This was something they both wanted to understand.

"And how do you train with it? Like, safely?" she added, her tone earnest now. "I don't want anyone getting hurt."

Her skin flickered between the blues of calm curiosity and a soft pale bronze of vulnerability. She was learning, but there was so much she still didn't know -- and she didn't want to make mistakes that could cost her or her friends.

 

[Iris Arani]

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"I'm not going to stop you from working on it, if you wish to. But do not practice this in battle. You're not ready for that, either of you." The burden was too great for them in her mind. And yet, she knew all too well how much their desire to help would push them to try anyway. It didn't help she'd already shown them just how helpful it could be. She let out a sigh as she closed her eyes.

"It's easiest with those who can feel the Force. So your fellow Jedi. If you wish to work on it, practice it -only- in the temple, and -only- with people you know well. Everything they are becomes everything you are, and vise versa. For now though, rest. You did good work today, both of you."

Zaiya Ceti | Roman Vossari

 

[Tyrus Vastor]

"We're searching for something. Why are you here? Who are you?"

"And why do you talk like that?"
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"If you're here to clear the tunnels of Rakghouls, head that way," Vera said, pointing ahead of herself, "Master Noble already cleared the tunnels where we came from."

The Korun tilted his head and kicked the corpse of a rakghoul to the side. His thoughts wrestling with a specific query. Why do I talk like that? Excuse me? And Master Noble was here recently? Why didn't I sense that? Tyrus blew air out his nose and lower his glareshades to, quite literally, glare at the two young ones before him.

" Tyrus Vastor of Ghôsh Windu. Jedi Knight." He responded in perfect basic with a slight smirk and spoke again in Korun and then ended in basic. "Speak this way. It's Korun way."

" Ain't never hear of Haruun Kal before? Pelekotan help me." He said sarcastically. " Im here to clear the tunnels and investigate...something. You two should not be down here alone. Whats your names?" He began to reload his sidearm with a new clip and looked around the tunnels after hearing a echo behind him.

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[Aris Noble]

"Padawans Aris and Vera Noble. We're here looking for something close to where Master Noble cleared out."

There wasn't a reason to lie to a fellow Jedi, but also what they were searching for wasn't entirely on the Jedi radar. It'd be one thing for him to involve Jonyna Si or another Jedi they knew, but a stranger in their family affairs wasn't entirely something he was comfortable with. He glanced to his sister, giving her a nod. Thankfully, this man didn't seem to be in danger.

"Good luck on your hunt, Knight Vastor."

Tyrus Vastor | Vera Noble