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Dominion Shifting Tides | Dominion of Devaron







DEVARON

"The first rule of stealth is to try," Drystan said, aiming to ease any doubts the Padawan might have. "If you're making the effort to be sneaky, you're already halfway there."

As they navigated through the treetops, Drystan found his mind drifting back to his own days as a Padawan—leaping through branches just like these, often during survival trials meant to hone instinct and resilience. Now, being on the other side of that experience, guiding instead of being guided, brought a strange but welcome shift in perspective.

He raised a hand—a silent signal to halt—once he landed atop a branch at the edge of a grassy clearing. Down below, their quarry revealed itself.

A Quarra. Large—human-height at the shoulder and twice as long, if not more—loomed in the clearing, feasting on the carcass of some massive jungle beast. Whatever it was had been bigger than the Quarra... and it hadn't stood a chance. Thankfully, the predator hadn't noticed them. Drystan kept himself hidden—visually through the shadowed canopy, and spiritually through the Force.

"If they're pack hunters, they won't be alone for long," he murmured. "Makes them easier to deal with if they stick together or move in a cluster."

As if on cue, another Quarra emerged from the opposite side of the clearing, slinking forward to join in the meal.

Drystan's eyes narrowed slightly.

"We just need to find the main group...What's the fishy version of a pack? A school right?"

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The Force flowed from Corin in searching, probing tendrils. Each of them scattering to the wind, slinking and slithering as idle passengers on the life dwelling in the forest. Instantly becoming aware of the approaching Quarra, eager to unknowingly spring the trap set for them.

His eyes flashed open with a breath, however. An unexpected presence fell into that distorting web of feeling, finding the darkness of those fleeing criminals absent. Another, third thing. A second more and the fear tugged on those strings, as if echoing back to him. A feeling so raw he could all but see it.

In the distance, far from Corin, two young Devaronians fled from Quarra. With frantic breaths, both of them hurriedly ran through the whipping brush, their feet finding unsure footing over fallen leaves. Behind them, the pack of Quarra came snarling after them with heavy, clawed footfalls. It seemed only a matter of when, rather than if the Quarra caught them.

Drooling jaws, primed to snap shut around the slower one's head, made the sound of clattering teeth as the Devaronian ducked in time, though the second snapping jaw was all but certainly going to strike. And it would have, had the Devaronian not felt a strong, sudden tug on his collar, wrenching him free.

Corin dragged the child around him, who clambered for his feet and made efforts to grasp at the arm holding him. The other Devaronian stopped running, turning back to see what had happened.

Between their laboured breaths, only a series of "huh", "guh", and "wha" were made out.

With a Quarra an inch from his face, Corin narrowly avoided the sharp-toothed maw with a sudden jerk. The lightsaber in his off-hand shot to life, a crackling purple bringing a harsh glow down upon the Quarra. It's front-facing horn severed, howling, whimpering as it retreated for all of a moment.

"Help!" The cry came from behind him, pivoting to see two Quarra approaching the other boy.

His use of Fold Space allowed him to cross the distance immediately, the first Devaronian falling to the ground as Corin's grasp suddenly vanished.

His lightsaber plunged itself forwards into the first of those two, a burning hiss accompanying it's brief, dying wailing. Though the second came charging with its horn and Corin was forced to be impaled or part with his weapon, of which he chose the latter, though not before stumbling to a knee as the charging Quarra faintly passed him.

A scream came from ahead now, with the wounded and its friend setting eyes on the first boy. Corin reached out with the Force, yanking the boy back towards him, catching him again by the collar of his hunting jacket.

The charger charged again, answered with a swift, harsh waving hand from Corin, forcing the creature to nosedive into the ground, rolling, then tumbling down the increasing slope. Corin's hand waved in a sideways arc, giving one last final push to that sent it flailing off an impossible ledge.

The two boys had run, sheltering themselves behind an outcrop of large rocks.

Corin retrieved his lightsaber with the Force, then made use of Fold Space again. Places traded with one of the remaining two Quarra, with it left dazed from the sudden warp, and other susceptible to the slashing saber that silenced it.

He threw his lightsaber at the last one, which cleaved effortlessly through it.

Both of the Devaronian boys only looked at one another in astonishment, huddling behind the stones as Corin took a last once-over on the now corpses. Hardly a hunting trip, for either party.

"Could you teleport?" One of them asked, peaking over the edge.

"Or are you really fast?" Said the other, more shyly.

Seconds later, Corin answered, "That's for me to know."

Both of them grumbled at the answer, though mustered the courage to give their appreciation. "Thanks for the help, though!" The oldest of them said hurriedly.

"You shouldn't be out here." Said Corin, stepping closer. "Go home."

"Don't worry, we will!"

"But, what if we run into more of them?"

Corin sighed, "How far is home?"

"Not far, promise."

"Alright," Corin tucked the lightsaber onto his belt, "I'll take you."


 

Location: Devaron Jungles
Objective: 4 - Hunt some Quarra
Tags: Drystan Creed Drystan Creed

"School for a group of the same species, Shoal for a mixture, and then a pod for mammalian creatures."
Reina recited near instantly. She wasn't very much book smart, but when it came to fish or the ocean, Reina barely had to tap into her knowledge of it. IT had been her life for roughly...sixteen or so years. She wasn't entirely sure how long she had lived with her old crew. But that was just a distraction right now. She had to stay focused on the hunt as she stayed hidden in the foliage. Climbing through the trees wasn't exactly something she could do.

Her eyes settled in on the singular Quarra and it's food, as thoughts were running rampant in her mind. This was hunting. They needed bait. In the ocean, aquatic creatures could smell food...or at least sense food from large distances...Ah. She held her hand out for a moment, closing her eyes to focus on the Spirit, as she felt the breeze of the wind against her back, flowing past her. With that, Reina increased the strength of the breeze in front of her and Drystan, towards the carcass. Letting the scent of the creature be carried on the wind.

"...If my idea works...We might not have to wait long for more of them to show up."

 
"Jedi Ahren? Jedi—!" Sienna rushed over to the collapsing Jedi.

She knelt down next to Tel, slinging the rifle over her shoulder, and checked his pulse while she kept her eyes on their surroundings. She saw Tel's chest move as he breathed. That was a good sign. Whatever happened, whatever that force projection he'd summoned had been, Tel had likely only exhausted himself. That trick he used must have drawn a lot out of him. The intense amount of power she'd felt radiate off him during those moments further corroborated that hypothesis.

"Can you stand? Walk? Anything?" Sienna cursed under her breath, fairly certain she could deduce the answers by the sheer exhaustion evident in Tel's face.

He may have saved them, but now they were stuck out in the middle of the jungle and the more experienced of the two had gone from useful to useless. All while blood-hungry predators still wandered the immediate vicinity of their clearing. There was no telling how long Tel's trick would last on the beasts, either. They had run away, for now, but would they stay away? Sienna didn't like the prospect of finding out.

She glanced around the clearing, inspecting the criminals' corpses for anything useful. Some of them had satchels with them. One had been clawed opened, scattering its ruined contents over the floor, but the others still seemed intact.

"Wait here, I'll try to find something useful," Sienna said.

She steadied Tel against a nearby tree trunk, then went to rummage through the satchels. As she did, the adrenaline began to wear off steadily, and she swore she had seen something on the Jedi's face before. She'd been too busy aiming her rifle, doing her best to control the trembling in her hands, when Tel had pulled his stunt so she hadn't caught much of his face during that time. She couldn't quite figure out what he'd done either. It had been as though he'd turned into a completely different person for those brief moments. The severity in his voice, she thought she'd heard something like exhilaration in those commands. It had caught her completely off-guard. And what had that projection of the Force been that appeared between them and the beasts? Something Tel had conjured up?

Among the deceased's belongings, she managed to scrounge together two detonators, a vibroknife, and what seemed to be machine parts. She strapped the detonators and the knife to her belt, then tossed the parts into her backpack.

"Nothing in terms of medical supplies, I'm afraid," Sienna said, putting her hands through the loops of her backpack so it rested in front rather than on her back.

"I'm going to have to carry you back, Jedi Ahren," Sienna grimaced, placing the rifle by the tree trunk next to Tel.

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Homecoming
Tag: Koyi Freetaa
Loadout:
Tiger 1 ~ Horned Hellstomper
Tiger 2 ~ Fireball
Tiger 3 ~ Perception Check
Tiger 4 ~ Divine Intervention
Tiger 5 ~ (Command Tiger) ~ Golem
Puma 1 ~ Brass Ring
Puma 2 ~ Ice Cream Truck
Puma 3 ~ Short Bus
Puma 4 ~ First Student
Puma 5 ~ Frizzle's Cadets
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Gress didn't much care for the dog and pony show his father was putting on. He was here to make sure these new commanders got their teeth cut. Make sure they knew what they were getting into once they saw combat.

"Dad's sure putting on a spectacle, that's for sure."

The sound of his brother cut through his mental fog. A snort escaped his nose, as he looked over the battlemap.

"Dad's always been that way." Gress responded. "When you bumping up to proper GADF, Tex?"

"When I feel like it. You're already taking all the glory in the armor seat, I'm looking into the pathfinders."

"Psssh." Gress rolled his eyes as he digitally relayed his orders to his men. "You'll get yourself killed that way."

The Devaronians had always been a proud people, but Gress knew better than to trust a PDF to hold off the sith. His father simply wanted to put these new boys, proud and rowdy, through their paces. Sink or swim. Gress wouldn't admit it, but he'd have probably done the same thing, only with a bit more tact. Doing so publically was humiliating to the fresh faces.

This wasn't about politics, it was about hazing the boys.

"So what's the call Big Bro?"


Gress's younger brother Tex D'ran, had been placed as his RTO for the mission. Second in command, and one to act as his voice to the rest of the men. Half of the commanders of his vehicles were old friends. Not much had changed since the days Gress had been coming up in the Devaron PDF. Part of the man still wondered if his father held a grudge for him moving up to the GADF proper. Maybe that's what this was really about.

"Put Brass Ring and Ice Cream Truck to the Far North of the river, and Short Bus and First Student further downstream, stick to the forest and set up a perimeter. We know which way they're coming."

Gress wanted to play this like a sith commander would. He needed to show these boys what was coming. Trial by fire.

"And up Frizzle there. Right in that patch of jungle. They'll act as our flank guard."

"And the Tigers?"

"Put them in the rear jungle, and order a preliminary bombardment of the opposite side of the river. Keep shots random. The sith would want to shock and awe us like they did on Woostri."

 
friendly neighborhood vampire

Tel clutched at the sides of his head as the shaking subsided. He was only dimly aware as Sienna dragged him over to a tree, and he'd barely reconciled Jo'han managing to appear visually in front of the two of them; his mind was far, far too preoccupied with trying to cleanse itself of the imagery and feelings that pushing so deeply into the Quarras' minds had dredged up. A side of himself that he was familiar with, certainly, and while not afraid, deeply wary of.

He knew better than to fall into the trap of assuming he was better than his natural instincts, better than his species, better than any Jedi that once came of his species had been.

Metal clanged against the tree, and a hand was suddenly wrapped around his upper arm. "That won't be necessary," he muttered, shaking his head once more. "I can walk. Just need to catch my breath." He pulled himself up to standing, scratched absent-mindedly at one cheek. He wondered, for a moment, if he looked as pale as he imagined he did. Somewhat guiltily, he noticed that Sienna herself looked a bit more drawn than when they'd been cutting through the brush.

A wild animal attack would do that to a person. Probably, also, seeing a ghost, or recognizing that the person you'd just met was an Anzat. All those things were reason enough to be ready to run or fight.

"Let's make our way back to the temple," he decided after a moment. "Hope we don't run into anymore of those things. Maybe we'll get lucky and find some other Jedi, instead...What'd you pick up?" He'd noticed some scattered bits and pieces of the deceased criminals' things scattered around, before the Quarra dropped on them. Now he was fishing for anything else to think about.
 
For a long moment, he said nothing, glancing between Kaelos and Vera with that deep-set, analytical gaze of his. It wasn't suspicion exactly, but something close. He could feel the sudden rise in their pulses, hear the slight catch in their breathing. Detect how subtle pheromones lingered in the air, a haze he didn't quite know how to place. Then Kaelos spoke, his tone friendly and disarming. Dezorath nodded slowly, acknowledging the gesture.

"Dezorath Barcu," he said, voice deep and resonant, like the roll of distant thunder. " I am a Padawan also." He let the name sit a second before shifting his gaze forward, beginning to walk beside them. The jungle closed in again around the trio, humid and buzzing with hidden life. After a beat, Dezorath's voice broke the quiet again, lower this time, with a sincere weight behind it. "You were close together... before I arrived." It wasn't an accusation, nor a judgment. It was an observation. An honest confusion spoken aloud. He turned his head slightly, regarding Kaelos Vryn Kaelos Vryn and then Vera Noble Vera Noble in turn. "I felt your heart beats... your heightened emotion, breathing. They were beating together?"

He paused, working through the puzzle like a piece of machinery he couldn't yet read. "I don't... understand it. Your bond... seems to bring you peace, not suffering." His large hand gestured between them gently, almost delicately for someone of his massive size.

"Are you both well? Are you safe? Closeness usually means danger. Or pain... or drunkenness." His concern was genuine—fueled not by jealousy or doctrine, but by the fact that Dezorath had seen so much death in his time, so much loss... that when he didn't understand something, especially something gentle, he wanted to ensure it wouldn't end in harm.
 



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Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery waited at the edge of the now-cleared hallway, her lightsaber still dormant in her hand. Her eyes tracked Connel as he approached, slipping along the wall toward her, she straightened fully, stepping back into stride beside him.

"Good work," she said softly, a nod of approval in her tone. Her eyes flicked down the corridor again, then back to him. "Not exactly the typical Shadow approach, but it has its charm." She turned her head slightly, listening to the faint hum of energy through the structure, her mind already working ahead. Gathering Hall. Makeshift Armory. The pieces were falling into place.

At his mention of the layout, she gave a thoughtful hum, fingers brushing her belt again.

"Alright," she said, gaze sharp now. "We've got options. We can either create a distraction." A pause. Her eyes flicked to him, gauging. "Or we go straight in. Fast, direct. No time for them to regroup."

Her brow lifted slightly.

"Your call, Vanagor. You've seen the layout — what's your gut telling you?"






 

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