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[Everest Vale]

The night had settled gently over Fondor, casting the courtyard in a soft palette of shadow and silver. Lights from the memorial glimmered faintly through the trees, distant and quiet now — like echoes of something holy. The hum of the city was muffled here, reduced to little more than a whisper beneath the gentle rustling of leaves.

Eve walked slowly beside Reina, keeping her pace steady and light to match her friend's. The crisp evening air curled around them both, cool against flushed cheeks. She said nothing at first. She didn't need to. The silence between them wasn't awkward — it was full. Full of understanding, of release, of everything that had been felt but didn't need repeating.

They reached the edge of a small, open terrace that overlooked part of the city's lights. It wasn't a shoreline — there were no waves, no salt on the wind — but the stars above shimmered in still pools of water collected along the tiled path, and the night felt quiet enough to belong to them alone.

Eve exhaled, her breath fogging slightly in the cool.

"It's not the sea," she murmured, her voice soft. "But it's open... and it's quiet."

She glanced at Reina with a gentle look, still a little red around the eyes herself. There had been something sacred about holding her like that; the trust, the weight of it, the way Eve could feel Reina's hurt like her own and carry it without needing thanks or explanation. Just being there for her, like others had been for her. She was glad she was finally able to hold that sort of important space for another, after being on the receiving end of such a gesture so often in her own life. The wind rustled again, tugging lightly at her hair. She closed her eyes for a second and let it move through her.

"You okay to sit?" she asked, tilting her head toward a bench carved from smooth stone beneath a flowering tree. The petals had long since gone, but the branches still swayed gently — steady, rooted, just like they were trying to be. She sat quietly, allowing the silence between them to expand, but not in any way that was uncomfortable. Rather, it was a stillness that encouraged calm, rest and reflection. If Reina needed to say anything else, the space was there for it. And if not, there was space for that too.

Reina Daival​

 

[Trayze Tesar]

CURRENT MISSION - Silence the Maw with Song
Immediate Goals -
1: Enact charity
2: Try not to get beaten to death for having the audacity to enact charity (as a Sith)
2.1: For the love of Bogan don't attract the attention of Valery Noble
2.2: Hey this "H.A.W.K." band isn't so bad...
3: Shoot the chit and don't get shot.

BLUFOR - Allies Unknown

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Whottoomuzz Chantin || Xoff Chantin (Indirectly) || Rath Nihro (indirectly) || OPEN FREQUENCY

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Speaking of things he's encountered while at Nar Shaddaa... the Hutt of the hour had arrived, perhaps to give in the charity they had received. Who am I kidding. the Kiffar chuckled a bit they'd never willingly spend credits unless they got something out of it...

There were two presences within this abode that loomed in contrast to the Jedi that populated them, other than himself. There was a gentleman with yellow eyes, dark hairs, a generally dour disposition, and something... that bubbled beneath him. This gentleman was clearly strong in the Force, and perhaps not one who would wish to be poked at, metaphorically speaking.

As such, Traye Tesar gravitated silently to the orbit of the Hutt kingpin and their evident arm-candy. It was no doubt the gangster's intent to do as organized crime had always had, find and offer opportunities for those who had been left behind by the foibles of conventional society - and the Kiffar thanked the Hutt internally for helping sway his limited indecisiveness to a final conclusion - where the newest, largest, and most ostentatiously dressed arrival would no doubt throw their weight with much acclaim. Trayze found bemusement that he would become the most Sith-like person here, entering and leaving quietly, seen only in the shadows of others.

"<<Your Excellency.>>" the Kiffar boldly addressed the entity, bowing a bit, his Huttese melodious and well trained. "<<You honour us with your presence...>>"

 

[Reina Daival]

Location: Fondor
Tags: Everest Vale
Lightsaber - Pequod

Reina stayed quiet as they walked, The silence was...strange for her. Even her mind was quiet. Silence was something she wasn't familiar with. There was always some kind of sound going on for her. Either in her surroundings or in her own mind. Yet everything was at quiet. She felt...peaceful after getting her emotions out through those tears. Maybe crying had a point at the end of the day. That didn't mean she was going to do it more often. No.

As they reached the terrace, Reina's eyes fell upon the stars. She didn't say anything, even as Everest started to talk. She didn't know what to say. Instead she just watched the celestial bodies twinkling above them. There was plenty of them up in the sky, shining brightly in the Galaxy. A Light in an ending darkness, but they were always there. She sat down silently, still not saying a word. Instead she was in her own head, going over things. Dreams she had. It was strange. She hadn't paid any thought to her dreams recently. She had been too busy focused on getting stronger. Getting better to protect herself yet...she was at the point where she felt ready to dream once more.

"...You're a star Everest. You know that? A living breathing star."

She muttered out, still staring up at the sky. Reina wasn't someone who liked to talk in metaphors. Sometimes they went over her head. No, she preferred to talk in the literal sense. Things she could see, or feel. Things that were obvious without her needing to explain it. And she didn't think she had to explain how Everest was a star. The Light her friend gave off, the way it comforted Reina. It allowed her to finally start dreaming again. Let Reina believe that she could make progress once again.

Her hand went to the ground underneath the tree, picking up a small handful of dirt and mud before rubbing it between her fingers, a frown on her face. It was always strange to notice how dry things were so far from water. She was never a fan of it. It's part of why she still didn't like being on land. In her heart, she would always be tied to water. Always wanting to flow freely and around the Galaxy...At least that's what she thought but she was slowly coming to the realisation that she'd be happy...staying in one place for a while. Staying with the New Jedi Order. staying with her friends.

 

[Everest Vale]

Eve blinked slowly at Reina's words, the compliment drifting toward her like a gentle current, unexpected but deeply felt. Her lips parted slightly in surprise, but she didn't speak. Instead, she followed Reina's gaze up to the sky, where the stars shimmered like threads in some distant tapestry, woven far beyond the reach of any hand. For a long moment, she just breathed. Felt.

She didn't always feel like a star. But tonight... maybe she could believe it.

Her eyes glinted softly in the starlight as she turned her head to glance at Reina — so often guarded, sharp-tongued, storm-weathered. And yet here she was, quiet and vulnerable, her fingers sifting through the dry soil like she was searching for something. Or maybe just grounding herself. Eve reached over, and without a word, rested a hand gently on Reina's shoulder. Just enough pressure to be felt. Just enough warmth to say 'I'm here'. Her thumb brushed once, slow and light, a quiet gesture of comfort. Of pride.

Then they both looked outward again, toward the stars, toward the night, toward the great unknown that stretched infinitely beyond them. And for a little while, the galaxy didn't feel so heavy. All those losses, all that pain, didn't hurt quite so much. Not with a friend beside you.

Not when the stars were still shining.

Not when dreams had started to return.

Reina Daival​

 

[Xeno]

Fondor
Tags: Vitiion Daivik

Luxar | Klocto | Sword​

"Here I thought being a whole stealthy assassin would have meant you'd have been swimming with kisses. Glad to see you're not so different from me."

"Look, I'm just trying to touch all my bases and not get your hopes up," he sighed. "But... it sounds like we'll both have some room for error..."

At least he wasn't alone on that front. Typically speaking, Xeno was pretty sure people at their age would be made fun of relentlessly for not having that sort of experience, but the fact that it was shared between the two made it better. Of course, now was the matter of actually seeing it through.

"So, uh..." Xeno muttered, pursing his lips awkwardly. "Which... one of us is supposed to initiate it? Do we flip a coin or something?"

 

[Whottoomuzz Chantin]

<<Your Excellency. You honour us with your presence...>> "Doja mo. Goo bah honor mombay wamma"

<<You speak our language well, human. You stick out amongst this crowd almost as much as I.>>
"Jee wata dopa wamma, moolah. Tee haataka tonka mah mombay mo kava Jee".

Perhaps they were here for similar reason to Whottoomuzz, or perhaps had some other personal reasons to donate to the restoration of the core, but a unique conversation in an environment like this. Trayze Tesar did speak Huttese well enough that Xoff rolled his long-lashed eyes and returned to his cushioned seat upon the repulsor-throne, clearly not needed to translate.


<< Are you here for charity or for entertainment, Mr. Tesar? >>
"Tee dopa fa banka uba fa moole, Mistah Tesar?"

Trayze Tesar​