Some Planets Need Intervention [NW-3 ~ Treasure Hunt]

[Matreya]

"Sir, we are nearing the quadrant specified!" Came Voice from within Damien's headset. Strapped within a stolen relic of a TIE Fighter, Damien neared a long lost galactic border. A quick scan of the region showed multiple planets, and a simple eanie meanie minie solved which he would land on. Flipping switches, then gripping the throttle control, he tilted his craft towards his destination and began his decent.

As his ship touched down a few miles into farm land, his scanners read nothing but for miles, and his mind read the same. There was life, what might have once been considered a small township was just at the edge of his mental limitations, but other wise there was little to find.

Moving along towards the town sensed, Damien paused at the crest of a hill that over looked small wooden buildings with shingled rooftops.

"Voice, what would you make of such buildings?"

"Well sir, primitivism is of course obvious, so thusly at best the possibility of metallic rounds fired at a few times the speed of sound - not even equivalent to the similarly found among our own universe." Came a curt reply, "People probably match with the general lack of present information. Probably little more then 'bumbling idiots' as you would likely found them called."

"Wonder what people of such an era would think of someone in my attire." Damien commented with a smirk. His Inquisitor Armor shone dully in the bright light, each black plate freshly polished and ready for whatever would come.

 

[Matreya]

Leaping high into the air, Damien soared over the rooftop of one of the small buildings, ending his move in a crunching crouch. Slowly he shook loose the dirt from his armor, rising to his full height, the light from he overhead sun reflecting off of his suit.

Then the people ran screaming towards their homes. Children were swept up by mothers who hastened for safety, while the men all ran for weaponry. Before long he stood semi surrounded by some men with long barreled rifles, some holding long tri-tipped forks, others huge bladed swords.

Wanting to show off, Damien rose a single hand, then snapped his pointer finger and thumb, at the same moment letting loose a minor Force Explosion. Instantly all were hurled back, some through walls, as well parts of the buildings nearest were blasted to pieces.

"Who is in charge here!?" Damien roared through his speakers.

"M-me. I-I am." Came a trembling voice that made an obvious attempt at bravery.

Reaching out with the Force, Damien and the middle aged Twi'lek ripped into the air as if in flight. A few moments later they dropped down nearby, and Damien gasped silently thanks to exhaustion.

"Sir, remember, you cannot achieve what you once did."

"I..know voice..." He said, knowing the words would be between the two of them, that the other couldnt hear, "What is this place called!?" The last was roared through at the nearby man.

His quaking response was immediate, "We call this township Nettle!! Less than 200 people, most men and children!!"

"Why is it here!? What is the purpose of this town!?"

"Nearby there is a miron mine!!" The man practically squeaked out, but finally managed to get ahold of himself to speak, "How..how do you use the neth so? We have men capable of small things, yet you..you wield it as if occustomed to its pull like no other!" The being said, eyes shimmering with momentary excitement. Damien could understand through simple mental contact that miron was the planetary term for gold, and neth being the Force. He guessed they had only ever seen telekinetic abilities of minor degrees.

"Because I come from the very depths of hell..." Damien snarled, causing a tremor of Force Fear to permeate the air along side his words.

These men were like nothing...imbecilic, weak to the Force...

Yet, they would fuel his ever present hunger for power!

Lunging forward, with his greatest speed, Damien removed his helmet, shoved his proboscis outward then directly into the nasal cavity of the mans. Instantly pulling deep of the awaiting soup, he moaned so low it was almost a sigh.

The man was indeed a Force user, if not known as such.

Once fully taken, the mans body slumped and fell to the ground, Damien however stretched his loose muscles. It was the first time he had eaten a Force user since obtaining his new form.

Gripping the mans head, he ripped it clean from the body at the neck.

Leaping into the air again, Damien let his refreshed energies carry him back into town, where he dropped the head by the growing mob of courageous towners. Then, with that, he lunged at the nearest living body.

 

[Matreya]

The surge of power that washed over Damien left the man in euphoria: his senses were heightened, his body felt stronger, his speed returning to something he once remembered. He knew it was only a temporary thing, as eating the Soup was rejuvenating his body, but his anamilistic mind simply told of the next meal.

Almost a dozen bodies lay scattered nearby, eyes rolled into the backs of their heads to show bare white. Mouths hung open, with bloody hands and appendages to show them batting at Daemos' armor. Nothing any of them could do would cease his march.

By now many had ran and his, yet they knew not of Damien's capabilities: he honed in on them like a radar. Not even needing to use the recently obtained Force Bond artifact, no, simply using his mental reaches like a radar! Far more accurate, and something he was far more accustomed to as well.

Withdrawing his tentacle like tools from yet another mans nose, Damien leaned back and roared to the skies. Force filled energies unleashed with the bellow, breaking nearly every window in the area, and drawing more fear from those meals. He would feed on their Fear until he was sated.

Lunging through a now pane less window, Damien was atop a woman seen earlier herding children into the home. He didnt care though, his sanity was long gone by now. He would loathe himself later for such a ruthless slaughter, but for now the hunt was everything.

He wanted more.

 

[Matreya]

Covered in blood now, Damien drank from a man in a seperate fashion, one he had never attempted nor would have. With Energy Vampire genetics now, long ago the group becoming the sub-species Tera Vampir, he could use Force Drain rather well. His long thin fangs found their mark on the jugular of a massive man with auburn skin, while his tentacles worked their ways into his nasal passage yet again.

The feeling...

Indescribable.

More empowered than he ever felt as a singular person, Damien lifted the man off the ground and hurled his lifeless form tothe side. Roaring to the skies yet again, Damien raced for another lunch. Then another, so on and so forth.

Before long, the man stood in a suit that congealed quickly, limiting movement, gasping for breath. His pupils were dilated to an unheard of extreme, and his body vibrated with excess energy. Force Drain combined with eating nearly 2 dozen minor Forcers them forcing their spirits to bond to him...it was like feeling omnipotent. Even if it wouldn't last. Like a balloon filled to capacity, his body would leak the immense power until it could regulate itself to what it could contain safely. However, the aforementioned Force Soup eating would also up the base level he had access to as well, so it was a combined event. Than again, with the weak powers each victim boasted, the raise was minimal, but still, an improvement was always noticeable.

Finally realizing what he had done, Damien's fists clenched of their own accord, his mind having turned to his allies: they could never know. Yes it was a weakness of all of his kind - both now that he was of two breeds - suffered through, but ordinary men and women could never understand. How could they? It wasn't like, 'Oh I want a sandwich, I am going to make one'. No, it was an uncontrollable lust to kill.

The only way one could stay sane like that, is attempting to confirm the belief that it was necessary to survive...

 

[Matreya]

Sighing again, Damien exerted more energy, lifting another large portion of fallen building. Throwing the wood clear across the skies, he watched as it flew. What would he ever be able to come up with, to describe this in any acceptable fashion to Fenrir? He loved her so, yet he continued to mess up, leaving her untrusting...

He would have to tell the truth...

That much was obvious. Despite all natural senses screaming - roaring really - that it was imbecilic. Attempting to hide something for long, around those that know you as she knew him, would be stupid. Thus he would tell, for if not would surely mean loosing her, while to do so at least has a slight success chance.

Casting his eyes to the ground in from of him, Damien stared for a long time. No muscles twitched, no breath escaped. Instead he accepted what he did, acknowledged it as cruel and wrong, then made perperations to never do so again...

 

[Matreya]

Molten eyes cast about the large prairie, taking in all. Damien was searching for his helmet, so loosely tossed aside previously. Lifting a large beam that was knocked loose during his many eruptions, he checked beneath it - finding nothing - then tossed the wood. Moving back and forth slowly, Damien wanted to kick himself for misplacing the damned thing.

Fenrir had literally just reprogrammed the HUD displays, fixated multiple sensor arrays, and even gave Voice a perky boost.

How could he explain what he had done, AND losing the fething helmet!? It was ridiculous! If he found it, it was likely the Sith would have a clip hooked to the base so as to attach it to his belt, Gunbelt, shoulders, jetpack, or whatever needed to make sure he didnt lose it again!

Drawing back his right leg, he swung it like a proffessional, colliding with a 4 foot tall boulder roughly. Instantly a large portion of the rock broke to pieces, flying alongside its entirety, down field.

There it was!

Clicking the metal in place, with a snap hiss, Damien smiled at the sight of his HUD, "Sir! What happened to you!?" Came through his speakers.

 

[Naast'ika Laaran]

Naast'ika Laaran prowled the skies of NW3.

It was a vibrant, living world. Plants and animals lived and grew and died in normal concentration. Water flowed into lakes and oceans, plants grew into grasslands and forests and jungles. And then there were the people... There were people on the world and they, as they did throughout the planets and systems on the main galaxy, lived in concentrated groups. They built towns and cities around themselves and fortified those towns with walls and weapons. The world seemed like any other in the main galaxy. Life Form Indicators showed a high relative population of Twi'lek and Epicanthix among the humanoid populations, which was odd, but not unusual. What was unusual, was the quiet.

Technologically speaking, the world was remarkably quiet for its population density. Electronic emissions were nearly non-existent. Radio and electrical signals were also in short supply. Greenhouse gasses wear abundant. Concentrations of the stuff centered over population centers. Here and there radiation rose slightly above normal levels. Possibly the result of technological artifacts or rare mineral concentrations. Aural sensors detected the unmistakable rhythmic vibrations of gas compression and expansion based engines and related technology. They seemed to be the rare pinnacle of technology on the world.

By all standards, the world was primitive.

It was a novelty lost on Naast'ika. The facts and figures were there. He noticed each of these things, as did his crew. The significance of it all though... did not register with Naast'ika. He simply enjoyed the act of exploring. His crew though... Were perturbed. A world with a sentient population as large as this one should be far more technologically advanced. Even Sand People had energy enveloped slugthrowers.

 

[Chloe Blake]

C O M P A N I O N E S K | N W - 3​

OBJECTIVE: STEAM PUNK EXTRAVAGANZA!​

AWESOME SANCTUM EXPLORATION MIX!
FROM THIS VALLEY - THE CIVIL WARS

[NW-3 - One of the most technologically advanced worlds, ​

NW-3 is at Renaissance level, with gunpowder and early steam technology, ​

all tightly controlled by feuding noble houses. ​

Dominant species include Twi'lek and Epicanthix. ​

The Force is venerated and studied 'scientifically.' ]​

"Scientifically, mmm?" enter Chloe's slight humming as she would tug on the leather cap and slip on her goggles from the MT HoloNavigation Kit. The holographic letter from the owner of MandalTech still streaming across the screen next to the tissue within the confines of the package.

"Ms. Blake,

An order for our newest product was placed by one Kalizka of the Levantine Sanctum with express directions to deliver it to you directly.

We at MandalTech hope it will be of great use to you in all of your endeavors. Any problems or complaints can be directed to the MandalTech offices of the Nexus Trade station. Please keep your warrantee records and we will replace a damaged product with out question within the first three years of purchase.

Thank you for you business,

MandalTech, Owner.


A grin would slide over Chloe's lips as she would slip on the glove. Looking herself over, with her hair braided in two thick plaits on the side of her head, she looked the part. Time to be embedded for a awhile...

 

[Matreya]

With such a deep rush of overwhelming power still coursing through himself, when Damien sensed a new life coming, he debated consuming this one as well. Glancing at his blood soaked body, a long slow smile crept across his lips. The glint of his fangs reflected like the brightest diamonds. Loosely, and seeming of their own accord, his probiscus wiggled a bit inside their cheek pockets.

Calling to the skies overhead, his mental essence carried the words, "I sense a worthy power nearby! Come, greet, and join in festivities!" He hoped the being he sensed would feel the tug towards himself. Even if he didnt decide to eat the person, he still could find a conversationalist or something similar.

Whenever he was on a high like this, he was quite the philosophical man.

At once Damien recognized the issue however, with blood splatter everywhere on his form. Taking a slow deep inhale, as the air was loosed so to was his control over wind: blasting himself with a huge gust that sustained for a moment or two. The effect was noticeable, instantly congealing the liquid found. Next he simply looked at each heavily marked section, and began to lightly burn them.

In the end he watched as the wind - the planetary winds this time - carried dried flames down wind. He now seemed to have recently escaped battle rather than decimating an entire township.

[member="Chloe Blake"]

 

[Chloe Blake]

C O M P A N I O N E S K | N W - 3
OBJECTIVE: STEAM PUNK EXTRAVAGANZA!​

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AWESOME SANCTUM EXPLORATION MIX!
Karma Slave - Splashdown

Needless to say... this was an entirely new world for the Warden. It all started with a catcall ---

"Hey there lass, where you going?" came the male voice with notable jest. The funny thing is, that for the life of her Chloe couldn't see where exactly this voice was coming from. Not one to be prone to telepathy, this confused her all the more. She would look left. Right.

"With those pretty legs of yours, it probably be best for you to get a lift, no?"

Just WHERE was that coming from?! Finally, Chloe would look UP.

That's when she saw it, there floating above her, with a slight hum of winding gears was a flying contraption powered by steam. And there hanging from pulley, was a rather dashing young fellow, full goggles in place, full leather vest over a well worn muslin blouse.

Fingers would wiggle down at her.

"Heading off to the city?" he'd ask with a winning smile. "I might be tempted to offer this old girl as a hackney for a kiss."

Why am I not surprised, Chloe would muse ruefully, both hands coming to perch upon her waist where her AEL mini skirt cinched her waist tightly. It certainly helped blend in.

"What manner of gentleman would bargain with a lady for a kiss, good sir?!" she'd shout right back.

There came a roll of a shoulder and a rakish grin, "Doesn't hurt to ask, m'lady. Might get lucky one day." he'd shout back, the wind tossing his dark curls about his forehead and cheeks.

"How about a trade instead?" she'd call out in offer.

"A trade is it?" he'd rub his scruffy jaw as if musing it over, "Mayhap that will work." Soon, a woven ladder rope would come flying at her.

"Up you go lass."

 

[Matreya]

Damien noticed the entity never gave reply, nor word they would, so he shrugged it off. To bad, he hoped for a good conversation. Immersing his heightened senses into the Force, Damien looked around nearby for any other bodies that held connection to the Force...

One particularly odd signature emanated roughly a mile away, hidden in a large cave. The power fortold of either a powerful Acolyte, or low Knight level, either being better than most of the recent meals combined. Taking off like a comet in a gravity well, D raced towards said opening. He pondered what he intended to do upon meeting, and found himself yearning for multiple things: a conversation, battle, and more power...

Soon enough, ahead looked the opening and he slowed, "Voice activate sensors and tell me what I'm looking at."

"Cant do that sir, for some reason in this location your sensors are not responding." Voice answered with an odd tone, "Sir this is very odd...this galaxy does many odd things."

"Yes..yes it does." Damien murmured, shrugging off the inability to foretell what he sought. It mattered little.

 

[Matreya]

Stepping to the mouth of the cave, Damien used his Ring of Aza'zoth to be able to see clearly in the dark. Instantly things changed and he found himself able to see as easily as if it were day light being beamed from within. There, in the center of the large cavern that made up the entirety of the rock formations, sat one rather large robed man that seemed lost in meditation.

Before he could say or do anything, the being before him abruptly finished his silent prayers - or whatever it was - turned on his heel and examined Damien silently for a long moment, then he spoke, "I can sense the course of action this encounter will take..."

"Oh? And which would that be?"

"You came to this planet for exciting purposes, such as fame and growth in your power. But instead you literally consumed an entire populace of a township. Now, driven by the hunger within, you sought me out. You believe it is to converse, or similar, to calm your mind. But before I can even finish this speech you will-"

"Already bored." Damien interrupted rudely than lunged at the man whom moved swiftly to dodge his attack. Sweeping his right leg low to the ground, he was narrowly avoided, to which he was then forced to dodge as well. Moving past the lunge-punch that came towards his face, Damien brought his torso around it, then in closer to bring his left arm into a head lock around his opponents neck. Clasping tightly, he began to squeeze harder and harder by the second.

But then a surprising effect took over: his muscles began to weaken, his Force connection seemed to dull in a strange way...he was being Drained!

Damien chuckled, then he drew his lip back and thrust forward to literally bite the mans face. taking in the blood and therefore the energy being siphoned off, he combined that with the touch he already held on the mans body. Now it became a quick battle to see whose abilities to steal energies were better.

 

[Chloe Blake]

C O M P A N I O N E S K | N W - 3
OBJECTIVE: STEAM PUNK EXTRAVAGANZA!​

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AWESOME SANCTUM EXPLORATION MIX!
Karma Slave - Splashdown


"Easy there," came the rakish voice, gloved leather hands in fingerless armored gauntlet contraption reaching over to help Chloe swing onboard. She accepted the help gladly, landing with a small omph as boots hit the deck.

"OH!" came her cry of surprise and then hello, "Thanks," as her would be ferrier flashed her a scoundrel grin, hands holding a bit too long for comfort.

"My pleasure, lass...." he went through a flourish and half bow, "Cornelius D'aragon at your service." he came back up, giving her a mock salute.

"And who might you --"

"Chloe. Chloe Blake," she held out her hand, cutting him off so as he would take the hint. "Nice to meet you Cornelius, thanks for the offer of the ride."

His finger would perk up, wagging as if in reminder, "Trade, lass... trade." he'd say in a joking manner. It was hard to determine if he was serious or not. There was mischief in his eyes, but also a good natured expression -- along with all kinds of interesting contraptions on his head and person.

"So Miss. Blake," he began, moving on past her to take control of the steam powered airship; which was more of a hot air balloon of sorts that reminded her of the ones used on Lahsbane. "I take it you are going to the great inventors expo?" he would play around with the controls, turning the rudder to guide the balloon forward, a dark bushy brow arching in curiousity.

 

[Naimes Ahn-Dross]

Companion Esk | NW-3
Objective: Steam Punk Treasure

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...if the abysscould facilitate sound then the blast of the sound barrier being broken would be heard as the AP-237 Light Freighter came out of hyperspace in orbit around the planet designated NW-3. Initially reports had claimed that this was one of the most technologically advanced planets in the Companion Esk system, they had steampower and gunpowder, which meant that all manner of interesting things could likely be found down below on the surface of the planet. Leaning back in his chair on the bridge of the starship Naimes would have turned to face both of his companions while his brow knit together in contemplation...

..."Only the basics on this world Brothers. These people are a bit more advanced than the last ones we encountered."...they would likely be more receptive to the technology that could be offered however Naimes wouldn't take the chance that they would be alarmed. On the other hand he might well be the one who was alarmed by what he discovered down on the surface of this uncharted world...

...rumors of Companion Esk had not disappointed yet which made the next decision relatively a no brainer...

..."Take us down."...was all that was said before Naimes wheeled around in his chair to face the viewports in the cockpit once again and watch the descent. There was always something enjoyable about coming down through the atmosphere of a planet for the first time...

....within moments the AP-237 Light Freighter was making navigational corrections as it started to descend towards NW-3. Descent was imminent and onboard the Mandalorians prepared themselves with the anxiousness one might associate with a child on the eve of a celebration. New experiences and new lands awaited them and this was only the beginning of another grand adventure....​

 

[Chloe Blake]

C O M P A N I O N E S K | N W - 3
OBJECTIVE: STEAM PUNK EXTRAVAGANZA!​

AWESOME SANCTUM EXPLORATION MIX!
Karma Slave - Splashdown


When in a new place, some say it is best to go along with it. So Chloe did, "Are you?" she's toss out, answering the question with a question of her own, leaning back against the railing of the steam hot air balloon ride. A matching mischief would brighten her eyes, and Cornelius certainly had a laugh at that.

"Is it that obvious?" he'd say, piloting the hot air balloon as they gathered acceleration and height. "Reckon I ain't the only one too." This is where the curious little thing about how he was able to understand basic came in. Chloe would notice a curious contraption over his ear.

"Is that why you are able to understand me?" ohhh, maybe it was too soon? Was it too soon? Oh well. Either way, THAT, got Cornelius's attention; and his wry grin.

"You do well at blending in lass, but there are a few things these eyes can discern." he told her, then would tap the contraption over his ear.

"As well as these ears. Your tongue ain't that of the locals, nor is it the tilting brogue of that of the sky gypsies." he said, giving a nod. "It's something else alright."

"So, Miss Blake.... just where on Kyrta you be from?"

A pause, then a cautious start, "Would you believe me if I said from a long time ago from galaxy far far away?"

Well, that brought a curious start to the rake's face.

And that is how Chloe's classic storytale began...

 

[Naimes Ahn-Dross]

Companion Esk | NW-3
Objective: Steam Punk Treasure

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...down on the dirtside of the planet Naimes would be treated to a whole new world. As could be imagined the steam powered technology was astounding and the world itself was vastly different with flying ships and all manner of inventions that would seem out of place in the modern galactic setting however the Mandalorian would find that it drew him in. Naimes didn't stick out like a sore thumb when he came to mingle with the locals but it was easy to tell he wasn't from -around here-...

...he dressed himself in an aged duster that hung down over his torso and covered him to the ankles with the only other recognizable article being the amulet he had picked up on SE-2 a few weeks back. The Amulet hung around Naimes neck attached by a cord that kept in place and thrummed with a subtle impression of the force that others might be able to pick up if they focused on it. Naimes himself had only just started to discover the purpose of the amulet and how it was activated....

...moving through what appeared to be a market Naimes would have stopped at the stall of a vendor and begin browsing his wares which were an assortment of trinkets and eccentric looking items. He'd noticed when looking around that there appeared to be an abundance of inventors in this city, at least this quarter of it, that attempted to ply wares from the mundane to the freakishly impossible though all claimed they were completely authentic. As he looked over some of the trinkets at the stall he stood near a man handing out flyers would wander past and he accepted one which read...

[Come and see Alistair Leon
Illusionist and Inventor
Scientist of the Minds Eye
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Inventory for sale!]

....it sounded interesting, it caught Naime's attention at the very least and scanning the flyer for directions he'd have moved away from the stall where he'd been found and off in the direction of this Inventors Shop. According to the directions he was reading it was just around the corner though in this kind of market just around the corner could mean a person was in for a long trek...​

 

[Chloe Blake]

C O M P A N I O N E S K | N W - 3
OBJECTIVE: STEAM PUNK EXTRAVAGANZA!​

AWESOME SANCTUM EXPLORATION MIX!
Karma Slave - Splashdown

"... and that is how I'm finally here." Chloe's tale would end with a whimsical grin, mischief dancing in her blue eyes at Cornelius's rather shocked expression. He would take off the ear clip and start to wind it again, only to slip it over his ear. He had done this periodically about every fifteen minutes, testing things while holding up a finger for her to pause then continue.

For a moment he gave a double take, raising a finger to point at her only to drop it --- and then raise it again! "So... you are telling me.. that you come from a different planet -- no, a different galaxy all together?" Pause and then he began to laugh.

"When you mention a trade, I gathered that perhaps you'd be apt to trade an invention or two; not a fairy tale!" it was clear he didn't believe her, as he went about directing their hot air balloon. Off in the distance, plumes of steam could be seen. A city!

"You weave a good tale lass, I'll give you that," he shot out at her, chuckling to himself. It was then another voice joined the din, a rather groggy one with the vestiges slumber still attached to it.

"What are you rambling about Cornelius?" there was a yawn, and the sound of approaching footsteps from the bowels of the ship. Behold, a lethan twi'lek would show. She would then look curiously at Chloe. "And who are you?"

"Serina, Miss. Blake. Miss. Blake, Serina -- my arch nemesis of everything that is holy to inventors." He'd say in a teasing tone, but there was a notable amount of seriousness to it that would suggest otherwise.

"You mean your intellectual superior." the Twi'lek would shoot back. "Perhaps you need a reminder..." she'd say while playing with a pen like pendant over her neck.

"You wound me Serina!" the Epicanthix would say in a mock hurt. "I thought we had something special." another laugh, adding for Chloe's knowledge. "Serina is here to also show her invention." he pointed over to that which lay hanging over her neck.

"But I've yet to see it or the others work." enter another teasing grin and a wink.

"Oh so you think, Cornelius... so you think." Serina would coo, full hipped swagger making her way over to Chloe.

"And you? Are you here to show off your invention at the city? Aiming for the prize by House Montague?" it was clear that so far every citizen was involved in a manner of tinkering of sorts. Not to mention, there was the first talk of one of the Houses that had been said to tightly regulate the planet.

Well it would be no lie, "I am," Chloe said confidently. Enter a small tap over her satchel, "I have my own entry, Gods willing." there she went, mentioning the Gods. While she meant the Corellian ones, she hoped that this would encourage them to talk more about those idols Jorus had mentioned earlier.

"Gods willing indeed." curiosity would spark upon those yellow eyes from Serina. Finally, she would wave her hand at her.

"Alright... show it." there was a note of challenge twinkling in her eyes. One that Chloe didn't quite like.

 

[Naimes Ahn-Dross]

Companion Esk | NW-3
Objective: Steam Punk Treasure

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...the shop of Alistair Leon was indeed right around the corner and in practically no time flat Naimes would have been standing at its threshold but when he went to open the door it wouldn't budge. Actually it looked silly when the Mandalorian took the door handle expecting it to turn easily in his grasp mid stride and ran into the door with his should eliciting a brief..."Ooomppfff."...before he righted himself and took a step back. No signs indicating where the owner may have gone. Looking at it Naimes had to tilt his head backwards to see the sign on the outside of the shop just to make sure that he was in the right place but the bold letters reading...

[Alistair Leon's Minds Eye Theater]

...meant that this was most definitely the place. No sign, door wouldn't budge and nothing else to see Naimes almost took his leave however he decided to make one last inspection. The Shop itself was housed in a somewhat unkept building that seemed to be falling apart on the outside, shingles were missing on the roof and the windows were blurred with dust, maybe the man wasn't that successful of an inventor after all. Peering through one of the windows Naimes saw movement in the background and returned to the door quickly before pounding his fist against it...

...knock, knock, knock...

..."Hello!"...he called out..."Is someone in there?"....he would ask in a loud voice that was still only barely audible to those mingling on the streets behind him until the silhouette of a figure approached and the door to the shop swung open. There stood a man with wild white hair, blemished features and a pair of thick goggles secured over his head who called out..."Like I told the of you I'll get you the money soon!"...before he went to slam the door in Naimes face and move back into the alcoves in the backroom of the building...

...quick reflexes let Naimes place a hand into the door as it was slammed, he'd mutter and grit his teeth because that hurt but he was quick to follow the man into the shop while saying..."Actually I'm here about your inventions? Your flyer said you were an Illusionist and Inventor?"...the door closed behind him...​

 

[Chloe Blake]

C O M P A N I O N E S K | N W - 3
OBJECTIVE: STEAM PUNK EXTRAVAGANZA!​

AWESOME SANCTUM EXPLORATION MIX!
Karma Slave - Splashdown


"You know better Serina than to ask for a show and tell this early on," Cornelius would pipe in, and while there was notable cheer in his voice, it was clear he was trying to smooth things over. The Lethan clearly was a bit competitive.

"That's alright..." Chloe would say, still shining a smile. "I'm sure everyone is just excited that's all." Hmm, she'd have to play it carefully.

"So... are there any particular Houses that are sponsoring you both?" it was clear that these Houses had some measure of clout. Perhaps it was time to get more information of them.

"We are --" an eyebrow would quirk from the Twi'lek. "We are both sponsored by House De'barbarak. But the grant from House Montague is the prize that every inventor within five hundred miles wants."

Ahh, so House Montague was the pick of the litter? Curious.

"Shouldn't be long now," Cornelius pipped in, and he was right. The city would loom before them, steam and smoke rising as the hot air balloon would start to fly over it.

Chloe had a moment to enjoy it, tendrils of hair flying away from her face. There was a certain beauty to it all.