Populate [SO Populate of Empty Hex] Survival of Ozzuk Thren

[Iskendyr Yvarro]

Maiza Vex​

Iskendyr barely had time to blink as Maiza's dagger sailed past him, spinning with impressive precision. It struck the Sithspawn's eye with a wet thunk, sending the beast reeling. For a brief moment, Iskendyr allowed himself a smirk.

"Well, Maze," he drawled, sidestepping the creature's staggering bulk, "that was almost impressive. Almost."

Then the Sithspawn roared again, shifting its massive frame and locking its remaining eye on Maiza. Iskendyr's smirk faltered as the beast charged toward her. Her shouted instructions cut through the chaos.

He raised an eyebrow, his voice carrying an infuriating calm despite the circumstances. "Oh, sure. Let me just take a break from being almost mauled to take requests like I'm at some Sithspawn karaoke night."

But even as the words left his mouth, Iskendyr's hand was already outstretched, his magnokinesis flaring to life. The air around the dagger shimmered as he focused on the embedded blade, his usual arrogance melting into razor-sharp precision.

"Alright, Maze," he called after her, his tone infuriatingly smooth as sparks began to crackle at his fingertips. "Let's see if I can turn your mediocre aim into something worth writing home about."

He flicked his wrist, and the dagger twisted deeper into the Sithspawn's eye socket. The beast howled, its massive form shuddering under the force. Not pausing, Iskendyr channeled his electrokinesis, arcs of lightning dancing down his arm and striking the blade with pinpoint accuracy. The electricity surged into the creature's skull, using the dagger as a conductor.

The Sithspawn spasmed violently, its claws gouging the ground as its charge faltered. Iskendyr's voice rang out again, layered with both effort and sardonic flair.

"Come on, you overgrown nightmare," he muttered, his focus unwavering. "Just do me a favor, and die already."

With one final surge of power, the beast let out a deafening roar before collapsing in a smoking heap. The ground quaked under its weight, and Iskendyr exhaled sharply, lowering his hands. Getting to his feet, the young man looked himself over a moment.

He dusted off his uniform with deliberate flair, ignoring the faint tremor in his hands from the exertion. Turning to where Maiza had sought cover, he called out with a grin that was equal parts charming and insufferable.

"Next time, Maze, try aiming for something squishier. Like its ego."

He began striding toward her, his cape swishing behind him. "Although, I must admit, I do appreciate the assist. Saving my life—it's almost like you care." He flashed her a dazzling smile, flicking a stray bit of debris from his sleeve.

"Now," he added, gesturing to the fallen Sithspawn, "if you're done running for your life, shall we get back to proving we're the galaxy's most unlikely dream team?"

 

[Aiwaz Khath]

Aiwaz leapt out of the bottom window of the stairwell and allowed the Force to aid his ascent up several floors. He could feel the vicious presence of the beast as he passed its level, and slid through the opening of the floor above it. Commotion began to stir below, and he could hear Karla performing expertly the steps necessary to antagonise the creature. Shrieks and groans reverberated through the floor, and the building suddenly shook. Aiwaz closed his eyes and reached out to the Dark Side. He could feel the presence exactly as it began to flail about violently. He did not fear for Karla, as he could feel her too and the strength she seemed to so effortlessly command. It was intoxicating to think, but now was no the time for distraction.

Preparing the rope by tying it about his arms, Aiwaz raised his hands and focused his power on the ground before him. His ears heated and he could hear naught but the low vibrations of movement in the aether, and with a sudden loud crack a large circle was cut through the floor, causing a large slab of stone to fall through, leaving a wide opening to jump down. The slab fell directly onto the beast, who Aiwaz could see resembled something like a Tuk'ata. It shrieked in discomfort, clearly surprised by the sudden ordeal. This was his chance.

Dropping down through the newly formed hole, he landed onto the beast's back with all of his might, straddling his legs on either side of its back. Hurling the rope around its head, he tied a bridle firmly in place as it lashed about in objection, though very clearly dazed. It didn't take long, however, for the beast to realise what was going on, and its shrieks became louder, to an ear-splitting volume. Lashing its head back and forth, Aiwaz could barely keep atop it, and as it charged towards a wall in desperation, he braced himself for a violent impact. His arm scraped heavily across stone, tearing off its skin in the process. Increasingly covered in his own blood, Aiwaz roared in response as if to match it in a play of beastly dominance, as his channelled his pain and bloodlust set in. His legs tightened around it, and reaching out to the Dark Side he compelled the beast to obey time and time again. Reaching for his dagger, he plunged it into the creature's side, careful not to hit any organs, but deep enough to cause a decent shock. Obey, he told it. Obey.



TAG: Karala Midwan

 

[Elmindra Xitaar]

Wild Space | Orinacka | Ozzuk Thren | Obelisk of Ozzuk
Tags: Darth Caedes | Ufsa'ynth'aris | Diarch Reign | Shan Pellian | Taeli Raaf | Madrona A’Mia | Credius Nargath | Elim Thorne | Darth Callidus | Thaelius | The Shadow | Tova Rachi | [OPEN]

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"It will be a spectacle that I'm sure you will enjoy,” the arcanix promised with a soft smile which Elmindra returned cordially before she looked on anticipation of the carnage to come. The Falleen took a moment to assess the cityscape and the action playing out on the holoscreens around the room. She identified several familiar faces, many of whom represented Korriban and Kor’ethyr Academy. She expected much from the students’ performances during this event. The camaraderie, the skills, and the resolve they had built would be tested. This was an important opportunity to show the galaxy what kind of future the empire of the Sith was building and she would expect nothing less than from those representing Korriban to strive for greatness.

Among the familiar faces was not one but both Diarchs, the younger of the two seeming to have already been badly injured from his battle while the older appeared to be defending his daughter from an amphibious humanoid sithspawn. She watched Diarch Reign chase off the sithspawn while Diarch Rellik fell unconscious, apparently overwhelmed by his wounds. Elmindra shook her head. How disappointing.

"Fleet Admiral Xitaar," a decidedly distinguished voice drew her attention away from her observations and she turned her head enough to side-eye the gentleman who had approached her. "I am High Admiral Shan Pellian, representative of the Lords Reign and Rellik's Diarchy. It is… a pleasure."

It was difficult to determine if the man was just naturally suspicious or if there was something specific that made him uneasy about their interaction. Either way, like the Diarchs, he appeared to be similarly well-mannered, if not a bit… stiffer in his approach. She turned to face him, the weight of her scrutinizing gaze settling over him like a bitter cold.

“A pleasure indeed, High Admiral,” Elmindra returned with practiced ease, her tone balanced on a knife’s edge of politeness and dismissiveness. He had piqued her interest but he had yet to impress upon her any further reason for his approach. “I would have thought at least one of your Lords would be here to observe, but it is well enough they thought to have you represent them.”​

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Ozzuk Thren | Arena
Tags: Lady Falentra @open

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"Have this victory. The girl is fortunate to have you." The words resonated with the Diarch, he supposed it was luck, were he a different person, perhaps he would have let his daughter perish, due to her own weakness.

But, he was who he was. No, what stuck with Reign was the pain behind those words. Maybe the young woman he had briefly contested with, hadn’t had as kind a hand in her raising. Nevertheless, he took Nightmare’s coin, intending to give it to the other woman if they crossed paths again.

Using the force to carry his daughter, he tucked her away in a corner and hit her locator to have the ship she arrived on return to retrieve her. As he did this, he also unclipped his lightsaber, clipping it to his daughters belt for safe keeping.

“I forced myself in here, I’m at least going to play by the rules. No coin, but no weapons either.”

Looking up to the spire where he was sure Darth Caedes was watching him he also caught site of one of the holocams. He bowed his head slightly.

Touching briefly on the connection between himself and the king he said “I apologize my lord, but as I am already here, let us give them a show. I will show you my worth”

 

[Shan Pellian]

Tags: Elmindra Xitaar

Shan inclined his head at the mention of his Lords, glancing up at the display screens showing their progress. All things considered, they could have been doing better, but they were not dead. That was enough for Shan. He was not pleased with the idea of the leaders of a nation taking part in what amounted to a glorified academic test in Shan's eyes. The Sith might make it more complicated and with a decidedly lethal flair, but that was their choice. For the Diarchy to take part in it as well...

"To try and determine the will of Force Users is always a difficult thing," Shan said, a small smile tugging the corner of his mouth. "I am sure that is something you have experience with as well. The leading Admiral of a Sith Enclave, forced to defend itself from both the constant external threats of the galaxy, and the ever intrinsic dangers that come from dealing with Sith. It can't be easy I am sure."

Shan was probing, but that was not unexpected. You always try to gain an edge in a conversation, and one involving military leaders was no different. "The Korriban Fleet has grown rather impressive in such a short time. The logistics behind such a large force from diverse origins must be a chore to keep track of. My compliments to you, Fleet Admiral. You must tell me more about it. In the interest of the growing cooperation between our two nations, of course."

 

[Karala Midwan]

Aiwaz leapt out of the bottom window of the stairwell and allowed the Force to aid his ascent up several floors. He could feel the vicious presence of the beast as he passed its level, and slid through the opening of the floor above it. Commotion began to stir below, and he could hear Karla performing expertly the steps necessary to antagonise the creature. Shrieks and groans reverberated through the floor, and the building suddenly shook. Aiwaz closed his eyes and reached out to the Dark Side. He could feel the presence exactly as it began to flail about violently. He did not fear for Karla, as he could feel her too and the strength she seemed to so effortlessly command. It was intoxicating to think, but now was no the time for distraction.

Preparing the rope by tying it about his arms, Aiwaz raised his hands and focused his power on the ground before him. His ears heated and he could hear naught but the low vibrations of movement in the aether, and with a sudden loud crack a large circle was cut through the floor, causing a large slab of stone to fall through, leaving a wide opening to jump down. The slab fell directly onto the beast, who Aiwaz could see resembled something like a Tuk'ata. It shrieked in discomfort, clearly surprised by the sudden ordeal. This was his chance.

Dropping down through the newly formed hole, he landed onto the beast's back with all of his might, straddling his legs on either side of its back. Hurling the rope around its head, he tied a bridle firmly in place as it lashed about in objection, though very clearly dazed. It didn't take long, however, for the beast to realise what was going on, and its shrieks became louder, to an ear-splitting volume. Lashing its head back and forth, Aiwaz could barely keep atop it, and as it charged towards a wall in desperation, he braced himself for a violent impact. His arm scraped heavily across stone, tearing off its skin in the process. Increasingly covered in his own blood, Aiwaz roared in response as if to match it in a play of beastly dominance, as his channelled his pain and bloodlust set in. His legs tightened around it, and reaching out to the Dark Side he compelled the beast to obey time and time again. Reaching for his dagger, he plunged it into the creature's side, careful not to hit any organs, but deep enough to cause a decent shock. Obey, he told it. Obey.



TAG: Karala Midwan

As the Beast almost had Karla in its grasp, she turned and saw Aiwaz Khath leap out the window, glass shards raining down as he fell upon the Creature and dug his blade in its nape, and then began to use his beast mastery. In that moment as she watched a Male Pureblood so boldy and powerfully begin to subdue this titan of a threat, she felt her heart race and inside she was 'excited', this display of Midwan, of Power made her want to pair bond, for this was how the Tsis often won over mates, through prowess and demonstration of their superior strength. The Pure Blood Lady leaned against a wall of the building for a moment as she then realized she best come and help him, she conjuring the magic of their people began to caste at the creature, her eyes blazing as she spoke in the tongues of their people,
"Buti Sso Nwul Irankir! Mes Zemas Tu Nie Xela: Be at peace creature! We mean you no harm."

When she spoke the tongues of their tribes, she felt the Magic swirl around her in potent ways, the dark side would envelop her and she could soar, ascend into the air. This happened, her body levitating into the air as she held out her hands in adoration, her eyes coming to the eye of this Monster, this pitiful creature that was made for a singular purpose. This had been done with Sith Spawns on Korriban, her people mutated into dumb brutish warriors. While Asha, Victory, was the aim of the Tsis (Sith), Karla had a heart, she would rather have warriors who could think for themselves, and pursue the Shâsot (Passion) as they did. Beasts had their uses, but taking someone whom the Shadow had woven and making them thus was another affair, and she wondered if the roles were reversed for those who did this coercive power, would they like to be dumb beasts with no will of their own?

 

[Aiwaz Khath]

As the Beast almost had Karla in its grasp, she turned and saw Aiwaz Khath leap out the window, glass shards raining down as he fell upon the Creature and dug his blade in its nape, and then began to use his beast mastery. In that moment as she watched a Male Pureblood so boldy and powerfully begin to subdue this titan of a threat, she felt her heart race and inside she was 'excited', this display of Midwan, of Power made her want to pair bond, for this was how the Tsis often won over mates, through prowess and demonstration of their superior strength. The Pure Blood Lady leaned against a wall of the building for a moment as she then realized she best come and help him, she conjuring the magic of their people began to caste at the creature, her eyes blazing as she spoke in the tongues of their people,
"Buti Sso Nwul Irankir! Mes Zemas Tu Nie Xela: Be at peace creature! We mean you no harm."

When she spoke the tongues of their tribes, she felt the Magic swirl around her in potent ways, the dark side would envelop her and she could soar, ascend into the air. This happened, her body levitating into the air as she held out her hands in adoration, her eyes coming to the eye of this Monster, this pitiful creature that was made for a singular purpose. This had been done with Sith Spawns on Korriban, her people mutated into dumb brutish warriors. While Asha, Victory, was the aim of the Tsis (Sith), Karla had a heart, she would rather have warriors who could think for themselves, and pursue the Shâsot (Passion) as they did. Beasts had their uses, but taking someone whom the Shadow had woven and making them thus was another affair, and she wondered if the roles were reversed for those who did this coercive power, would they like to be dumb beasts with no will of their own?

Aiwaz pulled the dagger out of the creature, and as he wrestled with the beast from atop it, Karla began to display her own abilities with power and grace. As she levitated dramatically before the creature, he looked on her and a sudden rush of emotion washed over him. His heart swelled. It was an alien sensation he had never experienced before, but as he looked on her he suddenly felt an undeniable pull of yearning. He seemed suddenly to her as a goddess as the creature quelled its rampage at her command. They had doubtlessly done it together, but it was as though a light had turned on in Aiwaz and he saw this magnificent Sith for who she really was. He moved the thoughts aside for now and placed his bloody hand on the forehead of the beast, who breathed and snorted heavily, but peacefully.
"Rest," he told it, and shot a confident, passionate and victorious smile to Karla.

His attention turned to his shredded and bloody arm, and suddenly an inconceivable pain struck him. He grunted hard, holding back a scream of his own as he realised he had no bacta. Hopping off the beast, who now lay obediently against the floor, he reached for his canteen and poured some water over the wound to cleanse it of the grime. Then tearing at the fabric of his upper robe, he created a bandage that he wrapped hurriedly about the wound to staunch the bleeding. It soaked through almost immediately, and he regretted the lack of healing powers in his repertoire as the sharp sting gradually turned into deep aching.
"Apologies," he said through sharp breaths. "I may need to rest this for a while," he told Karla as he sat against a ruined wall and caught his breath.



TAG: Karala Midwan

 

[Karala Midwan]

The Great Monster was subdued by Aiwaz Khath stead hand and her command. As she levitated there, she could feel the heart beat of the Beast, it filling her ears with its thuds. She closed her mind a moment as her own heart syched to it and the work of mastery had worked. It was then when the taming was complete she lowering herself saw that her fellow Pure Blood was in need of medical attention. She drew close to him as he urged that he needed a respite. She cam and took her hand, its ruby splendor caressing his bandage as she said,
"I know some of the art of healing.. though to achieve what will make you whole I need a conduit."
She looking over at the Beast, though that using its energies would make all their work in vain, as it would turn on them from the drain. She then heard some blaster fire, standing back up she said,
"Wait here.. I will be back."

She made her way to one of empty structures, windows blown out, debris everywhere. There was a Mando, opening fire on some Sith, he was retreating towards the exterior, looking out the broken window, she said to her, "he will do."
Taking her knife she made for the area just beyond and as he rounded the corner she threw up a hand, that threw him on his back, her hand was covered in the power of the Sith, the effect sucker punch. The Mando did not remain idle long, she leapt on to him with her dagger when he drew his wrist up and let a stream of flame. It caught her robes on fire, and she had to discard the cape, as she then leapt through the open window. The Mando rose and swept a cloud of falme over her head. Seeing his exposed area at the waist where the belt was, she levitated her knife and began to spun it, closing her eyes, it then flew over the ledge and right into his underbelly, he let out huff, and she then leaping over the window seal, drove her fist into his beskar helm with the power of her people, had she done so without the Force, she would have shattered her knuckles and finger bone. She now was on top of Mando, reaching down for the flame, he was trying to douse her in more flames, she pinned his wrist with her boot, the flame casting on the ground, causing smoke to bellow up.

The Mando began to reach for the knife to use it on her, she began to smite his head with the Force in her fists, let out a cry, the bludegoning made him shake in his Beskar, her aim was not to eliminate him, but to subdue him and make him comatose. With each beat of her fist he became less focused on where to grab, his flamethrower now only spurting gas and not a stream of fire. With a final punch he went still, and she dropped on top of him, panting, sweat bathing her brow. She then took the line from his other wrist, a grappler, and began to drag him. Hoisting the black line over her shoulder she pulled him to where Aiwaz was. She then drove her fingers, all five in their beautiful ruby color into Aiwaz wounded arm and then she with her free hand began to call forth the darkness, from the tips veins of vermillikon that snapped as bolts of lightning stretched out, and latched on the Mando as leeches and began to draw a different kind of blood. Her other hand poised on the wound of Aiwaz, lighting of garnet coming out of it. She was drawing the life force of this Mando to her Partner in this arena. The effect was the Mando jolted awake and began to cry out as they do in combat.

Convinced that was enough she took her hand off Aiwaz and keep drawing on the Mando. Not for any injuries she sustained, though his cuts and scraps went away, she was using this gnarled hand of blood to keep him as net, and she grabbing the knife from his underbelly, then jabbed it in his throat, where no Mandalorian ore was to offer shelter. There was a spurt of his life matter and then he went limp. She then fell on her hind, as she gasped, this use of the Power of her People took its toll. She turning to Aiwaz said,
"Did it work? It has long since I.. I.." she was beginning to faint, and faint she did, as she fell over.

END OF DAY 1

 

[Thel Kaan]

Lyssara was right—if they were going to survive this ordeal, they would need to use the terrain to their advantage. Toppled buildings, crumbling walls, and the wreckage of vehicles provided perfect hiding spots for both prey and predators. Thel was determined to be the latter.

"Let's move out," Thel said, readying his newly acquired blaster rifle. "This time, I'll take point. You cover the rear."

His trust in Lyssara was growing, albeit cautiously. She'd had more than enough chances to betray him by now, but she hadn't. Whether it was loyalty or simply strategy, he wasn't sure. Either way, he didn't have many other choices as the competition dragged on.

Sticking to the shadows, Thel led the duo through the desolate streets of Ozzuk Thren. The unmistakable sounds of blaster fire and wanton destruction grew louder with each step. They were closing in on the epicenter of chaos.

Two streets away now.

Before proceeding, Thel pulled out his holomap, its soft blue glow casting faint light on the crumbling walls around them. His eyes scanned the display until they landed on a nearby marker. "Bingo," he muttered.

The pair climbed toward the indicated weapon cache, located high within one of the most decayed buildings they'd encountered yet. Every step tested the integrity of the structure, but they managed to reach the top floor where the cache sat. Its sleek, untarnished durasteel frame starkly contrasted the ruins surrounding it.

Thel stood watch as Lyssara searched through the cache's contents. His attention was drawn to a commotion outside, visible through the jagged hole in a collapsed wall. From their vantage point, he could see the scene below clearly: a man lay sprawled and unconscious at the feet of a hulking figure.

"Sithspawn," Thel spat under his breath, his teeth clenched in contempt as he stared down at the creature.

The abomination loomed over the man, its grotesque form illuminated by the dim, flickering light of a nearby fire. In one clawed hand, it gripped another man—a robed figure, bloodied and struggling weakly. It didn't take much imagination to piece together what had happened.

Thel perched himself carefully at the edge of the crumbling floor, observing the scene below with growing hatred. It was clear the Sithspawn had been in control of the fight for some time. His hands itched to raise the blaster and fire, but he knew better than to act on impulse.

The Sith Order's creations were monsters, bred for destruction. If they were going to stand a chance against this thing later, they would need to study it first.

"Let's see what it can do," Thel muttered, more to himself than to Lyssara, his grip tightening on the blaster rifle.

For now, the best course of action was to watch and learn. They wouldn't have the element of surprise forever.

Tags: Lyssara Thrynn Itzhal Volkihar Domina Prime Diarch Rellik Gavin Vel ​

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[Kivah]

Tags: Maiza Vex Naamino Zuukamano Micah tol Powl Leshanna Haro Aven
Outfit: Link
Theme: Sinister Kit

Kivah rolled her neck and shoulders, loosening up but keeping her eyes fixated on the end of the row. The others had good input, but she was listening to her tail. Bristled, tight, anxious tip. She could sense something down there that was every bit the predator Micah had almost called her and the Tuk'ata. The length of rebar twirled in her hand in anticipation. "Forget that, they already know we're here. Sithspawn remember? Hyper predators." Kivah looked back to the others as a hint of sulfurous rotten egg breezed past her nose. "Heavy hitters with me, the rest of you climb for that stash. Remember, we have teamwork, which is practically a superpower if you actually use it. So support each other."

The meek flee when no one pursueth, while the powerful were bold as Pamarthen Lions. A phrase Kivah took to heart as she stalked down the center of the brutalist colonnade. She wanted to be seen, to have the greatest options for maneuverability. "Anyone smell burning?" She asked, her quizzical tone not reaching her anticipatory grin.

Wind kicked up low clouds of dust, sending it swirling through around her legs and through the rays of sun beating their way between the buildings. Pavement under the hard ground, click of Myunnah's claws giving way to soft padding, footsteps of the other students. These sounds washed over her as Kivah gave herself over to the Force, letting it surge through and around her, hot with emotion. Musk, heavy in the dry air, a smidgen of dank that raised her hackles. Scrap of claw to the left from open space.

Kivah rotated and kicked, heel connecting with the upper lip of an invisible creature as it tried for a sneaky bite at her and crimping its head back into its neck. Not stopping to assess, she brought the rebar down across her body, smacking it into something solid that sent revibrations through her hand. Laughing, her second swing felt like something tried to bat it away, so she spun and let the momentum of the rebar carry it forward and out into a winder swing that rewarded her with another meaty impact which she followed up with another back-swing across what she suspected to be the creature's face.

Tail flared out in danger, and she brought the durasteel bar into both hands, holding it across for a two-handed block. Something meant for her smashed into it with bruising force before another attack whipped across her chest, sending her reeling towards a building opposite the columns. The creature roared and she could see its too-wide mouth and jagged rows of teeth speeding towards her with more scrabbling of claws. Reversing her grip, Kivah rolled forward into a lung of her own to meet the beast.

 

[Viers Connory]

//: Lucette //: Taeli Raaf (if you're down to do a little DMing) //:

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Viers glanced at the sithspawn, particularly jealous that Lucy gave it such gentle pets. With Lucy's concern, Viers turned to examine herself. For the most part, she wasn't in pain; a couple of scrapes and bruises, but nothing to cry about. Arm stretched wide as Viers twisted at her waist to examine her backside. Everything seemed to be in its rightful place. "I'm okay, all in one piece, thankfully." Viers smiled widely as she kept an eye on the beast.

She trusted Lucy, but the beast was another story. One that almost looked just like it attempted to consume her - which was why she was in such a terrible state of attire. Still, Viers couldn't help the growing blush on her cheeks and nose from the other girl's playful words. "You never know," she started while posing like the models on the holonet, "I could be a trendsetter." Viers laughed.

Her attention focused on Lucy, watching her as she interacted with the Sithspawn. The interaction reminded her of a pet; it was protective of her and gentle and responsive. A curious sight, and Viers made note of it. There was even a part of her that felt terrible for killing the one that attempted to consume her. "It's gentle and impressive; you're really talented, Lucy." She commented, somewhat understanding the connection they shared. Familial was something Viers understood by definition, but not the feeling itself. Despite being with the same group all her life - she was one of three who made it through their last trial.

Once more, Lucy's teasing and gentle touch pulled Viers from the depths of her mind. Another smile, and she nodded, agreeing they needed to figure things out. She paused, recalling a comment that Lucy hid quickly with a gentle laugh. "You're curious about me?" The concept felt foreign, mainly because Viers had become accustomed to living in the shadows.

"You can ask me anything, only if I get to ask you things." Viers stepped absentmindedly away, hands behind her back till she felt the urge to run them through her damp, wet hair. Some strands of her short brunette hair slicked back while the rest tried to frame her face. Grinning, Viers stopped a few feet away. "I'm curious about you too, Princess."

 

[Elmindra Xitaar]

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The dangerously beautiful Falleen watched High Admiral Shan Pellian speak, her large crimson eyes like pools of blood as she studied his features.

“Must I?” Elmindra asked with one raised eyebrow and the hint of a wry smile curling the edge of her lip, amused by the man’s verbal maneuvering. Perhaps he was expecting her to reveal sensitive information by gloating of her successes with the fleet but, as much as she enjoyed having her ego stroked, she would not be so pliant. Their growing cooperation of their factions alone did not grant him the privilege of such candor, he would have to earn that.

“I find it all to be rather exhilarating actually,” she began smoothly. “Ease has never been something that appeals to me—a sentiment I’m sure you understand. One does not earn the rank of High Admiral easily.”

“The galaxy bends only to those with the vision to shape it and the strength to wield it, wouldn’t you agree?”​

 

[Aiwaz Khath]

The Great Monster was subdued by Aiwaz Khath stead hand and her command. As she levitated there, she could feel the heart beat of the Beast, it filling her ears with its thuds. She closed her mind a moment as her own heart syched to it and the work of mastery had worked. It was then when the taming was complete she lowering herself saw that her fellow Pure Blood was in need of medical attention. She drew close to him as he urged that he needed a respite. She cam and took her hand, its ruby splendor caressing his bandage as she said,
"I know some of the art of healing.. though to achieve what will make you whole I need a conduit."
She looking over at the Beast, though that using its energies would make all their work in vain, as it would turn on them from the drain. She then heard some blaster fire, standing back up she said,
"Wait here.. I will be back."

She made her way to one of empty structures, windows blown out, debris everywhere. There was a Mando, opening fire on some Sith, he was retreating towards the exterior, looking out the broken window, she said to her, "he will do."
Taking her knife she made for the area just beyond and as he rounded the corner she threw up a hand, that threw him on his back, her hand was covered in the power of the Sith, the effect sucker punch. The Mando did not remain idle long, she leapt on to him with her dagger when he drew his wrist up and let a stream of flame. It caught her robes on fire, and she had to discard the cape, as she then leapt through the open window. The Mando rose and swept a cloud of falme over her head. Seeing his exposed area at the waist where the belt was, she levitated her knife and began to spun it, closing her eyes, it then flew over the ledge and right into his underbelly, he let out huff, and she then leaping over the window seal, drove her fist into his beskar helm with the power of her people, had she done so without the Force, she would have shattered her knuckles and finger bone. She now was on top of Mando, reaching down for the flame, he was trying to douse her in more flames, she pinned his wrist with her boot, the flame casting on the ground, causing smoke to bellow up.

The Mando began to reach for the knife to use it on her, she began to smite his head with the Force in her fists, let out a cry, the bludegoning made him shake in his Beskar, her aim was not to eliminate him, but to subdue him and make him comatose. With each beat of her fist he became less focused on where to grab, his flamethrower now only spurting gas and not a stream of fire. With a final punch he went still, and she dropped on top of him, panting, sweat bathing her brow. She then took the line from his other wrist, a grappler, and began to drag him. Hoisting the black line over her shoulder she pulled him to where Aiwaz was. She then drove her fingers, all five in their beautiful ruby color into Aiwaz wounded arm and then she with her free hand began to call forth the darkness, from the tips veins of vermillikon that snapped as bolts of lightning stretched out, and latched on the Mando as leeches and began to draw a different kind of blood. Her other hand poised on the wound of Aiwaz, lighting of garnet coming out of it. She was drawing the life force of this Mando to her Partner in this arena. The effect was the Mando jolted awake and began to cry out as they do in combat.

Convinced that was enough she took her hand off Aiwaz and keep drawing on the Mando. Not for any injuries she sustained, though his cuts and scraps went away, she was using this gnarled hand of blood to keep him as net, and she grabbing the knife from his underbelly, then jabbed it in his throat, where no Mandalorian ore was to offer shelter. There was a spurt of his life matter and then he went limp. She then fell on her hind, as she gasped, this use of the Power of her People took its toll. She turning to Aiwaz said,
"Did it work? It has long since I.. I.." she was beginning to faint, and faint she did, as she fell over.

His heartbeat throbbed in his ear as the pain fluctuated from dull and heavy to sharp and practically on fire. Blood flowed faster from his arm onto his the what was left of his robe and smeared a darker crimson onto his exposed red chest. Aiwaz could hear Karla hurrying about, and he noticed his hearing fluctuate from lucidity to distortion. He could hear voices swirling about him that he partly recognised, and partly felt were totally alien to him. He couldn't place his attention to them long enough to fully identify what he was hearing.

There was commotion about him, bright flashes and a change in temperature, but as he turned pale, soaking progressively in his own blood, he struggled to make sense of what was happening about him. He felt something; an almost icy sensation against his arm, but as nausea set in deeper he could barely focus himself, and exhaustion hit him. Everything went grey, and then black.

End of Day 1

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

Outfit:
Well Worn Boots, Model 6 modular backpack (currently empty), military fatigues
1 black coin, 1 red coin
Tags: Haro Aven
Linked in text, Open

​

A slight scowl was forthcoming at Leshanna reiteration that he was not in fact stealthy, something he knew already but she didn't have to rub it in. She was generally in agreement with him though so he didn't direct too much ire her way. Then Micah tol Powl reached out slyly to- hold his hand? No, he felt the weight of the boy's coin hit his palm as the cathar went on to add his own thoughts to the conversation. Naamino glared at his friend, a cold sensation washing over him that made his skin prickle and had him clenching his fists. Micah didn't trust him to be able to fulfill the tasks ahead. Or he didn't want to have to think about carrying Naami through the next five days. Something like that. His jaw clenched and he slipped the coin into a secure pouch on his pack along with his original coin. They would be speaking of this later, but it wasn't the time. He worked hard to keep his breathing regular and not to let his frustration get in the way of the mission, that would be both stupid and counterproductive. It would just verify Micah's lack of trust in his abilities.

Kivah showed her merit then as both team captain and capable warrior, leading the... casual stalking stroll onto the field of battle. Naami didn't hesitate when Myunnah gave him a nonverbal cue with a slight mental nudge, they'd been practicing and he intended to show that off. With not a word to his other companions, the Zabrak took a running leap onto the great warbeast's back. Her barding offered him some protection from her fearsome form and he'd be learning how to be effective at mounted combat. His natural athleticism and current tumultuous feelings about the exchange with Micah certainly made it look like he knew what he was doing. Together the pair charged forward behind Kivah.

With one corded forearm looped beneath a strap of barding to hold him steady, he tucked himself tight against her form to make for less of a target and began calling upon the dark side. A small purple-black vortex seemed to be forming at the center of one palm he held out ahead, keeping his eyes peeled for their first target. Myunnah would handle the momentum and if he needed to bail he would but for now the vantage point of having a living tank beneath him felt like a boon.

Suddenly there was unidentified movement, what looked to be part of the architecture suddenly peeled away from one of the crumbling buildings ahead and took to the sky. Naami fired first and he'd ask questions later. The thing, the stoney looking creature turned toward the source of that irritation and shrugged off the blast looking largely unharmed. The teen growled, he'd have to dig deeper. Then he saw more of those forms take to the sky and he realized that this was going to be a hell of a fight.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Naamino Zuukamano Kivah Leshanna
EPISODE I:

[ post theme ]​

Kivah was going for all out assault.

Should he be surprised? He felt like he shouldn't be surprised.

As the trio of heavy hitters, as Kivah described them, focused on attacking, the boy paused as he brought his hands up. He made a series of obscure gestures as he began unlocked the spell. Sliding one foot back, the braced himself as he dipped down, lowering his center as he slapped one hand against the ground as the spell was cast.

His eyes seemed to pulse for a moment, and then he seemed to start to take a step... and was merely gone.

No stealth, just pure speed as he went for the cache. From the sound of things, Naami had already lobbed a Force blast at something. The fighting was starting to break out as the cat scrambled upward.

He took a moment to pause and get a bead on Leshanna. Was she backing up the attack group? Or making a run for it as well?

 

[Myunnah]

Tags: Naamino Zuukamano | Micah tol Powl | Leshanna
Outfit: Nocur Barding
Theme: Like a Hurricane!

The Hunt! Yes! The Hunt had begun! Purple-black lips pulled back from long teeth in imitation of a grin. She broadcast her anticipation and keenness to the others through the Force, letting them feel her excited eagerness as her apprentice clambered onto her back at her signal. The Nocur Barding had a mount for a repeater, but having her own sithling was better. Once Thumbs was on, she was off! Bounding in long strides to catch up with the huntress.

Prey was before them, clever prey that hid itself in plain sight. But still with smell and sound, heat and life. The Nexu thought itself safe in its superiority, as all predators did, but Myunnah would teach it to be proper prey. Her form, large even for a Tuk'ata, was swift as she pounced upon it and bellowed her dominance even as Kivah went for its companion. The sand-colored beast barked its surprise as she landed upon its back, teeth and claws sinking into its hide in a delicious rush of warm blood. Claws scrabbled across her scaled hide and durasteel plating as the two of them scrabbled for position. Myunnah unwilling to give hers up as she worried chef-knife sized fangs deeper around the Rayijadni Nexu's collar bone. The odd shape of its head and sudden realization that it'd been seen had spared its neck.

Something flew overhead, and she sensed danger in staying still. Naamino was squirming, either to stay on or fight, and the Nexu's forked tail was whipping all over the place. Digging in her three clawed feet, Myunnah leapt past her prey, smacking her tail down on it as she went to keep it at bay until she'd whirled around a pillar to confront it again. Feeling danger again, she reared back to protect the pup on her back, elevating herself as she felt many-many small impacts against the hide of her chest and gut, the Nexu's quills feeling like the sting of blowing sand as they fell to the ground around her.

 

[Lucette]

Viers Connory | Taeli Raaf [For Grandmother's Observations]​

Lucette's lips curled into a playful smile as she watched Viers twirl and pose like a holonet model, her teasing quip about trendsetting drawing a quiet laugh from Lucy. "Oh, I'm sure bloodstained chic will take the galaxy by storm," she replied, her tone light but her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You'll have to teach me how to pull it off so effortlessly."

The Sithspawn shifted beside her, its massive frame relaxed but still alert. Lucette's hand remained on its muzzle, her fingers moving in soft, rhythmic strokes. The creature's calm demeanor reassured her, though she caught Viers's wary glances. She tilted her head slightly, a hint of mischief in her voice as she added, "Don't worry, Viers. If it didn't eat you when you were still covered in the last creature's blood, I think you're safe."

Viers's compliment caught her off guard, and Lucette's cheeks warmed, though she tried to play it off with a slight shrug. "Talented? Well, I do try," she said, her voice carrying a mock air of nonchalance. "But really, it's all about understanding them. Every creature has its story, even Sithspawn." She glanced at the beast, her tone softening. "They're not just tools of destruction. They're… complicated, like us."

Her gaze flicked back to Viers as the girl's laughter subsided into a curious, almost vulnerable tone. "You're curious about me?" Lucy repeated, her brow raising slightly as a faint smile tugged at her lips. "Well, aren't you bold."

Her teasing softened as she watched Viers run her fingers through her damp hair, the action unexpectedly endearing. Lucy's eyes lingered for a moment before she looked away, focusing on the Sithspawn to steady herself. "Alright, Viers," she said, a playful lilt returning to her voice. "You can ask me anything you like, but don't think for a second I won't return the favor. Fair's fair."

She stepped forward, closing the small distance between them, her hand still resting on the Sithspawn's muzzle. "Since you're so curious about me," she said with a sly grin, "why don't you start? What's the first thing you'd like to know?"

Her tone was light, almost teasing, but her eyes betrayed a genuine interest. For all her confidence and poise, there was something about Viers's unpolished, earnest demeanor that intrigued her. She wanted to understand this Corellian girl who seemed so adept at stumbling into chaos and yet carried herself like it was all part of some grand plan.

 

[Leshanna]

Tags: Kivah // Naamino Zuukamano // Micah tol Powl // Myunnah ​

The hairs raised on the back of Leshanna’s neck at Kivah’s warning, coupled with the rotten egg smell, drifted over their group. She had known that combat would come during this event but…so soon? Was she ready?

Only one way to find out.

Kivah issued her orders - the heavier hitters of their group stayed with her, and the rest of them made for the stash. She reminded them all that they needed to work together as a team. Then, everything happened so fast.

The Cathar moved, attacking some invisible (wait, invisible?!?!) assailant with ferocity, and that sent everyone else into motion a split second later. Lesh saw Naamino mount up on Myunnah's back and they leapt into the fray, and Micah seemed to prepare a spell of some sort before zipping off towards the hidden, and likely further guarded, cache.

In a snap of decision, Leshanna knew what her role was in this fight - and though she felt a spike of concern for the safety of Naamino and Kivah, she knew that they would be alright. But she couldn’t leave Micah alone to face whatever was waiting for them beyond, and so she turned and - gathering the Force around her like she had been training to do - and broke into a run, and then leapt with Force aided agility from rubble piece to rubble piece, trying to catch up to Micah. Her heart thundered in her chest as she felt fear and adrenaline dump through her veins; there were invisible monsters out there, and who knew how many?

Every sense was strained and on edge, her blue gaze wide as she took in her environment and the mostly intact structure she and Micah were attempting to infiltrate. She noticed statues of some sort, like perched guardians. Her eyes lingered on one that she saw for a few heartbeats; they seemed…almost out of place for the ruins, the building. But she wasn’t quite so sure about that.

One thing was for certain though, she felt rather unnerved just looking at it - but she couldn’t exactly understand why. She gripped her makeshift spear tighter in her hand, and continued to make her way towards Micah.

 

[Haro Aven]

LOCATION: WILD SPACE >> ORINAKA >> OZZUK THREN >> CITY OUTSKIRTS|_.​

OBJECTIVE: SCAVENGER HUNT|_.​

TAGS: Naamino Zuukamano // Micah tol Powl // Leshanna // Kivah // Myunnah |_.​

Haro found himself halfway up the side of a ruined building, steadily making his way to the rooftop. One of the little hovering camera droids had been bobbing nearby for the last couple minutes, no doubt trying to find the best angle to capture the boy either triumphantly making it to the top or violently plummeting to his death. He blinked the sweat from his eyes as he reached for his next handhold but the foothold he had thought was sturdy crumbled away beneath him. He yelped and swung wildly, barely catching himself on the new handhold which blessedly held his weight. Pausing a moment, he took a couple deep breaths in an attempt to keep his heart from beating out of his chest. His muscles trembled with effort and adrenaline as he clung to the building. Why had he thought this was a good idea again?

A few minutes ago, the plan had seemed genius – get to the high ground, avoid being ambushed, get eyes on the nearby caches, maybe also get eyes on some of the Kor’ethyr Academy students too. The young mechanic was confident in his climbing skills as it was often part of the job back on the shipyard, and he enjoyed it besides, but now that he was up here, he felt even more exposed than when he had been on the ground.

"Come on," he encouraged himself through gritted teeth, “you’ve got this.”

One cautious step at a time, he ascended the building and eventually pulled himself up onto the rooftop, rolling over to lay flat on his back and catch his breath. As the loud pounding of his pulse faded from his ears, he registered the sounds of battle nearby and quickly sat up, looking about. It sounded as if it was coming from down below on the other side of the building, near where he knew the cache to be. The boy was on his feet in an instant, crouching and moving as quickly and quietly as he could manage. The creepy gargoyle statues nearby gave him a bad feeling so he gave them a wide berth as he made his way to the edge of the rooftop. He slipped his dagger into his palm and pressed himself against a partially crumbled duracrete pillar.

No more than a few meters away, on an exposed ledge, he spotted the cache and the young cathar that seemed to suddenly appear nearby. Haro was still trying to figure out if the kit had teleported or just moved crazy fast when he spotted a dark-haired human-looking girl leaping up toward the cache as well with supernatural proficiency that implied use of the Force. On the ground below them, a young zabrack mounted atop a… what even was that thing?? and another cathar engaged some unseen enemy. The group certainly looked like they fit the bill for some of the Sith academy students from the dossiers he’d read up on. But how to engage? Perhaps if he helped them defeat the sithspawn and secure the cache, he might be able to talk them into sharing the loot or even traveling together.

He only had a handful of moments to contemplate his options before he caught movement at the corner of his eye. Instinctually, he ducked further behind the pillar as a dark figure on the rooftop unfurled large leathery wings and took to the skies. Haro’s eyes widened with fear at the realization that it was one of the gargoyles, which clearly were not statues at all, as another began to move, and another. Luckily, they didn’t seem to have spotted him yet and were mainly focused on the group below. The winged fiend closest to him stalked menacingly along the edge of the rooftop then extended its long neck out and loosed a wretched cry that sounded like the screeching grind of rusty speeder breaks, only way more haunted. It seemed to be the last of the creatures left on the rooftop and, as it prepared to join its fellows in harrowing the acolytes below, Haro had a sudden and absolutely wild impulse. Before he could consider the consequences, he whipped around from behind the pillar and took off at a full sprint toward the creature. Just as it spread its wings and lept, so did Haro. Thanks to some skill but mostly sheer luck, Haro landed on the creature’s back instead of plummeting to his death and buried his dagger into the meat of its shoulder to help anchor himself to his new unruly mount.

The creature cried out again, this time more a pained whine, and writhed in the air as it struggled to maintain the weight of them both with a knife in its shoulder. Haro hung on for dear life as the fiend flapped furiously, steadily losing elevation. The ledge approached faster than anticipated and both Haro and the fiend hit it hard. The wiry rogue boy tucked and rolled in an effort to cushion his fall but his ankles and knees still ached from the impact. He found himself on his feet again though, facing down the gargoyle which was shaking off the fall and re-orienting itself. Growling, it reached around and ripped the dagger out of its shoulder. It glared at Haro with beady glowing red eyes before tossing the weapon to the side. High on adrenaline and still spinning from his daring leap of faith, Haro stared down the creature across from him with a wild intensity, sparing a half a heartbeat to glance over to where his dagger had landed. He really hoped he had made the right call in assuming this group would be open to his help and would not see him as a threat or worse, a liability.​

 

[Kivah]

Tags: Naamino Zuukamano Micah tol Powl Leshanna Haro Aven
Outfit: Link
Theme: Fuel

The two of them closed, Kivah more feeling and reacting to what all of her senses excapt her sight were telling her was there. She juked left around the big mouth and claws, striking out with the rebar in a two-handed reverse grip, feeling the impact of legs shudder up her arms and nearly tearing the length of metal from her hands. She could hear it pushing itself back upright as she did the same, both of them whirling back into the attack as Kivah began to really enjoy herself with the vibrancy of the fight.

Another twirling swing bounced off the creature's face, but the makeshift sword was back the right way around now. That tooth-lined maw opened up to swallow her again, and Kivah performed a spinning thrust into the revealed soft tissue in the back of its throat. Where there had just been a mouth and eyes, there was a sandy or albino looking Nexu. It's use of Force Cloak temporarily broken. It coughed once and backed away with a menacing rumble as it gathered itself for a charge.

Kivah took the opportunity to turn and sprint towards one of the near columns, gathering the Force into herself as she leaped up its face to sprint up its surface. As she did so, a hail of quills impacted under her, chasing her tail up until she reached the end of her momentum and jumped again, this time arcing out over the ground and the now visible Nexu Sithspawn. Pulling her arms in, Kivah kicked out a leg to spin her hips, following through with her other again and again to build on the rotation of her jump. Like an ice dancer, she kept her face pointed towards her goal as she spun faster and faster on her way down. The weighted ring on her tail pulled it out away from her and all her momentum powered it through the air as it, and Kivah, came down on the Nexu with a thunderous 'CRACK!' Wind driven from her body, Kivah rolled away from the scrabbling, stumbling, creature and its deadly claws.

Her landing on it probably hadn't done much, but the tail ring, like some primitive ball and chain powered by the momentum of her spin, had shattered the thing's back just behind the shoulder blades. Behind Kivah, her tail flicked in satisfaction that turned into a brief wince at the twinge of strained and bruised muscles.

She spared a glance for Naamino and Myunnah, and figured they had their own challenger in hand, before approaching her own again. Durasteel bar in both hands, she beat away its feeble swipes. They had no power with its rear legs collapsed and useless. Still, Kivah took the time to bring the rebar sword down on each with a yell echoed by the shrieks of the Nexu as she broke its forepaws. Then she set in on its face, raising her makeshift weapon again and again until she'd broken and battered her way to its brain and killed it. Huffing for air, her murderous gaze turned towards the other duo as flying gargoyles descended upon them.