Faction Sithspawn Safari

[Naamino Zuukamano]

Outfit:
Belt of Strength, Field Com-Scan Link,
Well Worn Boots, Weal & Woe
Model 6 modular backpack w/ provisions, Rakghoul Robes

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Having checked and triple-checked his bag and belongings, after tucking in his pants legs and double-lacing his trusty boots, Naami added his sturdy presence to their forward momentum deeper into the jungle. For his part, Haro Aven brought enough enthusiasm for the lot of them, and Naami grumbled a bit as the boy threw a companionable arm around his shoulders. He jostled him back a little but silently enjoyed the roughhousing.

"Did you prepare properly, soldier?" He teased flatly, eyes glittering with mischief.
"Got your pack strapped right at least."

Then he raised his voice a bit for the benefit of their team, clapping a hand on his peer's shoulder as he did.

"Anything the group needs carried, Haro and I have got it."

Having cast an appraising glance around, he made note that Maiza was still looking pretty rough. Tavis (aka Adean Castor ) chimed in with a game plan, and Naami added his thoughts while he mused a bit on how to approach his fellow zabrak.

"Yeah, I think I saw a small group of hunters trekk through that way. Maybe we follow in the area we know they've cleared, before getting too adventurous ourselves? We all saw that catalog… there are some monsters in here."

The tone of his voice started stoic enough, but by the end, it was clear that the thought of encountering some of the more terrifying Sithspawn would be a thrill for him.

Naami's icy gaze shifted back behind their group already in movement and saw that Leshanna was lingering behind a bit with a new new guy. He gave her a nod and a tip of the head— silently saying he was going ahead a bit but wouldn't be far. They also had the commlinks Micah invented, all Kor'ethyr students did if they wanted them. He coolly appraised Lysander von Ascania before facing back in the direction they were walking.

She just loves picking up strays, doesn't she? He mused dryly to himself.

The zabrak considered his horned peer once more, thinking of how to say what had been on his mind. He'd been mulling it over ever since the fight and still hadn't quite figured out the way to put it into words. So despite wanting to break the silence on his end, he merely gave Maiza Vex a little nod when her gaze seemed to wander near him. Deciding to wait for a better, perhaps slightly more private moment, particularly because it seemed a newcomer was joining them.

Naamino eyed Trayze Tesar and moved to fall into step with him.

"That's us, gaining all the skills one can't by swinging a saber."

He pitched his voice a bit lower when talking with the newcomer, and sank into his typical rather gruff demeanor. Sporting a rather "Bogan may care attitude" of one man shooting the chit with another as they head out on mission.

"Say, don't I recognize you? Were you at a Diarchy event recently?"

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Madrona A’Mia Leshanna Haro Aven Naamino Zuukamano Maiza Vex Alina Tremiru Adalee Thorne Rieka Adean Castor Trayze Tesar

Lysander listened as Professor Madrona spoke with both experience and wisdom. His grip adjusted on the databad and the other essentials, bringing them before him. The thought of forming bonds sounded rather difficult, especially after some of the challenges he encountered on Coruscant and Naboo. The mention of survival felt even heavier. Rather than voicing any of his own thoughts, the boy offered a simple nod to the professor.

Suddenly, a massive pale creature emerged from the surrounding area. The tension in the air became palpable. Lysander instinctively took a step back, driven not by fear, but by caution. For a few seconds he studied the beast, trying to understand its intention. Yet despite its powerful presence, the creature showed no signs of aggression. Eventually, he mustered a simple “Hello” in return.

A faint, reassuring smile was finally offered to Adalee. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you later, then.” With a small pivot he gazed at Leshanna next, who’d drawn closer. “Lysander,” he stated simply, mirroring the girl’s simple formality.

Just then, his emerald orbs darted toward the Zabrak who had been observing him with an all too familiar look. Naturally, he wasn’t about to just allow such a glance to go unnoticed; it kindled a challenge within him. Lysander’s body turned slightly, signaling an open invitation, suggesting that he was ready. It reminded him of the overly dramatic staredowns from some of his favorite HoloDramas, like a test of wills!

The boy returned his focus back to Leshanna, his eyes narrowing slightly with curiosity. "I'm down for that," he said, his voice steady. A brief pause followed. "What exactly are your tasks?" The way she had mentioned her duties earlier made him suspect there was more to it than merely cataloging the different sithspawns in Valrar.

 

[Zanami]

Majesty - Ghost
Gear: In Sig
Tags: Gavin Vel

The thrill of the hunt, the bloodlust, now firmly gripped her; win or lose, she was all in.

Behind her, as she walked masticating a bone dislodged from the dead Acolyte she tagged, the smaller scavengers began crawling over the majestic buffet, soon leaving nothing but one stripped corpse, one exoskeleton: the girl far from over. Back to the trees once more, she looked through the jungle for signs of movement. In the distance, slightly to her left, the underbrush began moving, sounds of rippling leaves echoing in the near silent jungle. But another sound manifested, to the right, with a tone harboring a distinct reverberation of carelessness.

Anticipation mingled with the young girl's excitement, pulsating a tingling sensation through that recreated form, nearly making her drunk with a passionate enthusiasm. But she had to remain utterly patient. Until she could decipher what was lumbering under her, and on both sides, there was no immediate need to reveal herself. With so much of the Force in abundance, more in line with the Dark Side, it would prove both difficult and disastrous to react blindly.

Despoiler **: Check
Acolyte: Check

 

[Adean Castor]

TAG: Naamino Zuukamano | Haro Aven | Leshanna | Adalee Thorne | Lysander von Ascania | Trayze Tesar
DIRECT TAGS: Open

Adean briefly considered handing her whole pack sans datapad over when Naamino Zuukamano expressed that he and Haro Aven could carry things for the group. It'd be nice to move unhindered through the jungle. But doing so also risked being woefully underprepared should they get separated, something she'd very much like to avoid. So, for the moment, she would carry her weight.

She didn't expect her suggestion to be listened to let alone acknowledged and for that she felt somewhere between gratified and wanting to shrink back into the abyss. She couldn't hide forever, Alina Tremiru made that very clear back on Jutrand (imagine if she saw her now), but she could not deny the comfort in the background.

"It wouldn't hurt to start, at least until we get used to the terrain. Wouldn't want our findings to look too similar from another group's, though." And, more importantly to Adean, she didn't want them to be made to spread out more by the chaperones. The goal, in her eyes, was to play things as safe as possible without appearing like she was playing it safe.

On the note of playing things safe, keeping to a group was very much in the Epicanthix's interests. The more well-oiled the group, the more she could fade to the background once complications rose, too. Adean couldn't help but notice that perhaps for once, she wasn't the biggest wallflower in the current group.

While she hadn't formally met Maiza Vex before, she'd seen her prowess on the battlefield. Definitely someone Adean would want to keep in the good graces of. She'd also seen enough to suspect that the girl's current behavior wasn't the norm. But how best to approach someone who seemed so clearly in her head?

Shouldering her pack, Adean let herself fall into line with the Zabrak. For a good while, she didn't address the other, letting her presence become known, out of focus, before even thinking of saying anything. Once others seemed wrapped up in their own conversations, she cast a quick glance toward the other girl before speaking "I hope we run into a nexus. What about you? Anything from the list stick out to you?" The lie came easy - in the perfect scenario, Adean didn't come across any creatures from their list. But for the purposes of this conversation, there was an element of wonder to her voice, one someone could mistake for genuine enthusiasm.