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[Mother Midina]

Mother Midinia’s Barge made its way through the great rings of the planet towards Trad Federation Battlestation. Aboard netvious Neimodians stirred, one of whom was Admiral name Yut Unray, who’s big eyes of crimson fixed on the view screen as the Barge of chrome sailed over their core tp enter the hangar. One Neimodian officer said,
“We should not have done this. We will bot survive this.”
Yut in her black crown shouted,
“Be quiet! We make the trade and then get them off our station before they can place a spell on is.”

The Barge entered the hangar where s battalion of Battle Droids stood at attention, there rounded oval tan heads perking up, some Driodekas turned their bubble shields on, four of linining the deck on the sides of the ramp that extended. Descending was a young woman in scarlet, her head completey coverer in a hood. Yut looked at the screen netviously, when the hood lopked up at the camera, and eye of burning green flickered. The Neimodian Officer looked at Yut, “she is casting a spell on us! Jettison the hangar before it takes hold!” Yuy beat his fist on metal panel.
“Shut up! The Mistress has not emerged.”

There was a fog of steam and something moving inside it as a tall figure rose from it with an elborate headress of black with bronze adorent that held long ginger hair in patterns like water falls of flame. Her skin a greyish blue, her lips plumb purple, and her bosom covered in a black skin paint that that wrapped over his breasts with in sickles. Her moddle pf her chest to her belly and waist was exposed greyish blue skin, and half skirt that covered the left keg that had black stocking, while the right leg was bare with Nightsister markings that glowed. She wore no shoee for wherever she walked was hallowed ground.

Two Destroyer Droida walked on their tripod legs, their shield generators humming as they escorted the Two Witches out of the hangar where some Super Battle Droids in their chrome took over and lead them down a hallway, where the Two Sisters were kept in a waiting room overlooking the star dust and great asteroids that made up the rings of the planet. Mother Midina took a seat at a elongated black table, the chair was of matching metal that shimmering as finely polished , two of the back rest rose up as two jaggid edges that matched Yut’s head crown. He looked through the orb like camera at the two Sisters, his Officer continuing to object to this arrangement.
“We should have never made this bargain!“
Yut responded, “I told you to be silent! We need their tainted crystals for the new line that will ensure our droids can poision The Jedi..”

Back in the waiting room, Mother Midina kept her eyes closed and perpetual smile gracing her lips. She could sense the uneasiness of The Trad Fed leaders. This was expected, in fact she had counted on it to ensure a deal for Dathomir. Long ago droids had swept over the world under the Command of The Droid General that her coven had nicknamed Dread. To ensure history did not repeat itself, she had come to parlay with The Trade Federation, offering the an edge against a mutual enemy. Preliminary Negotiations had been initially successful, however Neimodians had propensity for deception and their nerves made them make rash decisions…

 

[Sunyia]

Taking a seat across from the Night Mother, Sunyia tapped the table with her light grey fingers Dath grid tats. She had come a long had come a long from her ascetic coven on Tatooine. Under Mother Midina, she had risen to Night Guardian, one of the inner circle of Handmaidens who traveled with The Night Mother as a protector, not that she needed protection, her knowledge of the magicks was vast and she probably could pull the station apart if she so wished it.

“I do not like this.. that was a rather hostile welcome Mother. I can sense a great deal of disease here.. perhaps..”

She tried to stay her tongue. If Mother Midina was not alarmed, why should she be? And yet that was her designation as Night Guard, to see into the future and plan for every eventuality.

“Forgive me Mother, I am not at ease myself. I wanted four more of our Sisters here to ensure numbers in this Nexu den..”

At these words she saw The Night Mother’s eyes open, those blood irises fixing on her. The gaze of the Mother often took her breath away. The pull of the Magicks when Midina focused was intoxicating, as if they were drinking from the Life Ichor itself.

Outside the door two chrome Super Battle Droids stood at attention, she had taken notice of them and the Droideka potrling the hallway. This reception had been cold and the security excessive which was a testimony to the nerves of Neimodians. They were aware of their power, the tales of witches was a weapon in itself, the fear of their spellcasting only matched by Sith Inquisitors…

 

[Mother Midina]

Mother Midina opened her eyes, and listen to Sunyia express her concerns with the zeal of a a sanguine sister. She was prone to divulging her thoughts and feelings with such ease that The Reverend Mother recalled why she had to rescue her from her grime fate. While The Night Mother did not chastise her for her nature she decided to break her vow of silence,
“Worries weave like webs, careful not to catch yourself in them.”
Erudite and succinct, that was a her way, people did not remeber mant words and yet idle chatter was the mark of most beings, and what did they accomplish by them? Very little, the more said, the less trust ascribed to the words.

The door slide open and Protocol Droid of bronze approached with two cups and vessel of tea. It was displayed on a he long table of chrome. Mother Midna took a cup freshly poured and swirled her hand over the steaming water that turned jade green as she sipped. The Server of Circuits then exited, Midina looking to the camera with her blood eyes, on the other side of the monitor was Yut who seemed disturbed.
“She is beautiful.. for a Chiss. We best get in there or they will suspect..”
The Neimodian Officer objected,
“She will place a spell on us! I will not go ij there with two witches!”
Yut scoffed,
“Fine! I must get the contract ratified, this deal must happen if we are to achieve our aims.”

The Viceroy made his way from the bridge to the board room where the door opened and the two Super Battle Droids joined him.

“I am sorry to keep you waiting Reversnd Mother. Protocols as you know can be.. delaying,”

Midina rose to her feet, her head towering over his in the headress and gave a slight bow. The Viceroy went to the other end of the table and seated himself, The Night Mother sitting down after he did.
“As you know we have requested rights to mine crystals on Dathomir, which you have granted for the sum of our protection. I am to understand that you desire no compensation save Trade Federation intervention if conflicts arise on your planet, you want assurances that our droids will defend your Coven, correct?”

Midina gave a nod.,

“Very well, you do understand we are operating independent of the Trade Federation, that any deal is between you and myself , not the Federation as a whole?”

The Night Mother blinked and gave another nod.

“Then yave you brought what was agreed? A sampling of the crystals?”

The Night Mother motioned to a Sunyia to bring a datapad. She swiped with her grayish blue finger and handed it to Sunyia to give it to Yut who looked at the two crates on the screen swallowed.

“Good.. all seems in order then. We shall sign the treaty and Dathomir will come under our protection.”

He was sweated as he stood up and began to leave, whispering to the Super Battle Droids as he exited. Outside the door he contacted the bridge via comlink,
“Cargo is aboard their ship, I have given orders to exterminate them. The Mines are ours!”

The Super Clankers took their wrist barrels and as they raised them, Midnia drew a blade and immolated it cutting through the abdomen, making it fall in two pieces. The second one turned its wrist weapon to fire on the Night Mother who dissapeared in a cloud of green and gray smoke, and the Droid then had a hand pass through it holding its processor and it fell to the ground.

 

[Sunyia]

When the Neimodian entered with two Droids Sunyia wrnt on guard, she held her hands at her sides poised to draw on the Magicks, ready to deep fry the Viceroy and his two mechanikes if they posed a threat. At first the quavering green face seemed genuine, discussing the terms of their trade, when after rising he spoke to the droids, and Sunyia heard it, a command to attack. When the droids turned to fire, Mother Midina cut through one with her tainted saber, and Sunyia teleportsd behind the other and making a burning hand reached inside, ripping put its processor. Tossing the glowing yellow artificial heart on the floor she said words that had been said before,
“Well those negotiatons were short. Mother I will clear a path.”

With that she entered the astral plane and traveled not only in spirit but in body through the sealed door, she saw Destroyer Droid poised with shields up and barrels pointed. She passed through the shield and making a ichor blade she tore at its neck as she reanimated. The shield dropped as the head was tossed and the door opened with Mother Midinia exiting. A retinue of Battle Droids cane marching and opened fire, red bolts flying, Sunyia swirled her hands to conjure a Ichor ball, that she sent flying at the Captain, he fell tp ground as green hot flame burned its circuits like acid. The Nightsister then formed a Blade of Ichor of greater length, she moved in teleportive smoke to evade bolts and began cutting dowm the clankers with her blade.

The entire affair was as Mother Midina predicted, Neimodians always made the poor choice of turning on Sorcerors, and in the end they burned on the stake of their own folly.

 

[Mother Midina]

Short work was made of the Supers, and then Sunyia went ahead as a storm. Midina coukd hear the loud clatter of metal as it beat the floor, the door opening as she walked in her black train, the flaps of her cape showing swirls of teal underneath as she walked over sliced droids that Sunyia had slayed. Creating a great emerald shield of magick around herself, The Night Mother watched as the legions of Trade fired at two Witches they had betrayed.

The fall of this battalion of Battle Droids was swift as they came to the threshold of the Bridge, when The Mistress turned down another corner and came to a lift, where she deactivated her magick force field and stood regal as Sunyia got inside. Gesturing with her eye to panel, The Nightsister set the destination for engineering.

Yut inside the bridge asked for a status report, the Neinodian Officer shudder,
“They escaped! They are in a loft headed for engineering!”
Yut replied,
“What? What did you say?!” Not knowing he was quoting Nut Gunray of time long ago.
He continued,
“Secure engeineering! I want Droidekas! And stop the lift!”

The Lift came to a sudden stop, to which Midina conjured great greeb light arouhd her and Sunyia, they appeared down in Engineering before more troops could cause a tempest. She walked with a graceful stride, no alarm portended in her movements. They came to engineering block 104, and seeing the hyperdrive, she stretched out her hands, a great tall phantom being of sage green and sharp teeth leapt into the machine and there was great sparks as its hum ceased.

On the bridge the screens went red and alarms did sing, The Neimodian Officer shouted,
“The hyperdrive is offline!”
Shouting, Yut once more quoted Nut, “This is impossible!”
The Officer replied,
“We will not survive this! We must abandon the station!”
Yut shouted,
“No! Where are the Droidekas?!”

Back in Engineering, The Night Mother turned to Sunyia who was on edge,
“Relax my Daughter.. the slaughter has only begun.”

Her words as ever were devoid of excess of words and to the point. Midina did not speak unless something could be added to the silence. She was proud of her Night Guard, who had with such zeal and strength dispatched many a droid. She had spirit, alas she tended to expend more than what was needed.

The wheeling sound of Destroyers could be heard as they rolled over chrome floors. Before they could egen unfold and raise shields, Midina reached out two hands, two great beams of peridot energy blasted through them, some rolling over debris and slipping on their sides, unable to rise on their tripod legs. The carnage of circuitry was magnificent, cords like intenstines strewn about, heads shattered as skulls, and smoke rising up as incense of the robotic dead…

 

[Sunyia]

The Nightsister cut down clanker after clanker, she let out great growl as if she was a Rancor. Her boots were wading in metal and coils of circuitry, she had reached the door of the Bridge when she saw Mother Midina make her way towards a different path.

Following she panted, sweat dripping to her chest, her breasts beneath scarlet dress rising up and down as she inhaled and exhaled. They came to a lift and it opened, she took her place at her Mother’s side as and seeing her nonverbal instruction, pressed the panel to lead down to engineering.

“That was good..’ I knew ths would happen.. Neimodians are not trustworthy.” (Front quote, Kenobi)

The Night Mother was sioent in the matter, letting her Daughter vent her frustrations.

“I shall carve the name Darhomir in their slimy skins!”

So much anger, she would make a great Sith Acolyte, who thrive on outbursts. A Nightsister however, was to be calm, and let the Magicks flow and see into the future without becoming manipulated by the stirring of emotion. That was not to say they were like The Jedi who feared negative emotions, rather it meant controlling them. Sunyia failed ij this often, she had been burned when she has been quiet and calm, enslaved by a wretch and rescued by Mother Midina. She could never repay The Reverend Mother for saving her, and so when she was given the role of Night Gaurd, protector of the Night Mother, she saw it as a means to pay her back.

When they came to the engine room, she watched as Midina conjured a shade and caste it into hyperdrive, shorting it and making the station dead in water. Sunyia felt an anxiety, her amolified hearing could sense the coming destroyers, when Mother Midina bud her calm herself.

Entering the fray she marved as The Mother blew away Driodekas, and she leapt with Ichor knife to finish a toppled one, and leapt on one wheeling, sliting its neck ans leappng off as it collided with a wall and fell apart.

 

[Night Dragon]

The Enchanto came out of hyperspace near the moons of the planet with rings, it approached the Battle Station which strangely made no hails, not fired upon his vessel. Dracis piloted his ship towards the hangar, he had been on hyperlane route when he sensed a great vergence of Magic, Nightsister magic.

The Golden and Green metallic craft with its bladed wings flew into hangar. Some Vulture Driods that were walking upright turned with their line red eyes. Battle Droids swarmed as it landed, and as the ramp secured the clankers armed their blasters ready to fire, the door opened, steam blew out, and stepping out in great jade and golden armor The Nightbrother in his hud’s display saw the legion and prepared for the fight.

“Alright bots! Let’s play!”



His shields went up as they began to fire, and he drew out his shoto dagger which immolated green as he cut into the abdomen of the nearest droid, spinning it around as he used its back as a buckler and fired the blaster he had commodered.

The sea of clankers stormed around him, a Trad Fed tank hovered and fired, The Night Dtagon leaping up grabbed the barrel as he kicked two Super Battle Droid’s in the heads, knocking them over, he then using his shoto saber cut the main barrel and as it fired the beam exploded in the clogged shaft, and there was ball of great fire. Droidekas rolled into fray, which Dracis grabbed one in mid roll and threw into a Vulture that was firing at him, the Destroyer becoming a shuriken.

On the bridge Yut was informed of tue new boarder,
“What? Who is this?!”
The Neimodian Officer said,
“He’s using magic!”
Yut shouted, “This is getting our of hand! Now there are three of them!!!”

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

Outfit: Dathomir Attire
Equipment: Nightsister Energy Bow, Lightsaber
Companion: Grisial
Tags: Mother Midina | Sunyia

Dreidi had heard about a deal that some nightsisters were making with the Trade Federation. It was a deal that was trading items that were exchanging items that were supposedly deadly to the Jedi. This was a bad situation if everything that Dreidi had heard was correct, the Jedi, especially the New Jedi Order had a tense and not always positive view of the witches, having some of them selling poisons that could be lethal to a Trade Federation. That could lead to more violent acts or increased distrust of the witches, even those who were trying to help and offer support to the Jedi in fighting darker forces out in the galaxy.

She needed to focus on destroying the poisons and ensuring that they never left this station, Dreidi was also wanting to confront the witch in charge of this deal as well. It was dangerous and somewhat short-sighted in Dreidi's mind to be operating against the Jedi Order. The Order was a large, politically affluent and that made them dangerous to the witches since they had no real allies currently. The Sith were dangerous and just as likely to attempt to wipe them out as they were to 'help them'. And Sith helping the witches was never something that went well in the past from what Dreidi understood.

No, she needed to ensure that whatever was happening here was disrupted and stopped. Even if it risked her own standing with the Nightsisters, which was not exactly on the firmest of grounds since she was openly a Jedi and supporter of the Jedi Order. Many of the nightsisters that Dreidi had met were firmly against the Order. It had been difficult for her.

Grisial was beside her as Dreidi snuck around the station, sensing out the location of the traded poisons, he was covering Dreidi's blind side as she moved slowly. Pausing, she tapped Grisial who looked at her curiously. "Something is going wrong. Think this station isn't surviving so we needn't be here any longer." Dreidi commented as the alarms began to blare after her comments and Grisial began to lead the way to her ship. The Vulptex was hurrying along and ensuring that Dreidi was pausing for anything.

It seemed that the Nightsisters were playing some dangerous game, backstabbing was risky moves but at least whatever they were attempting to sell would be destroyed now. Unless it was still aboard the Nightsister ship. Which lingered in her mind but Dreidi couldn't confront them without evidence nor could she demand the destruction of the poisons with her standing being not significant at the moment. She needed to figure out who was making these moves and learn more about them, more knowledge and understanding was never a bad idea.

As Dreidi punched controls on her ship's console and flicked switches, Grisial jumped into her co-pilot chair and gave a nervous aura. It was understandable since this station was not surviving but Dreidi was able to abandon ship very easily. She leaned back into her chair. "Well, seems we need to find out who is starting a war with the Trade Federation. They aren't the type to take backstabbing without consequences." Dreidi commented aloud to Grisial.

 

[Mother Midina]

The Station began to teteer, Yit called to the Officer,
“What is happening?”
The Neimodian Officer pulled up many red sqaures in their language on the screen.
“We have lost gravitational stablizers! We are being pulled into the planet’s orbit! We must abandon the station!”
Yut grabbed the Officer and shouted,
“We stay aboard! The cargo must be secured!”

The Night Mother felt gravity dissipate, and now she was gliding with her cape, her face painted with amusement, the Viceroy had made a grave mistake turning of Sisters of the Night. Floating toward a window, ahe saw the station was descending towards the surface of the ringed planet, turning to Sunyia she said,
“The crescent falls and all will despair.” The remark was pertaining to the shape of the Trad Fed station which was a crescent with an orb shaped center. The Middle Orb jettisoned from the half ring, the bridge heading down with it in haste to the surface.

Midina watched as flames bathed their now true crescent tomb, it hurling down to the world with two Sisters and whoever else may be aboard. She had sensed the arrival of several strong in the Magicks, one who had the odor of the Paladins of Light. This did not alarm her, they were welcome to this mayhem wrought by the Neimodians.

The Half Moon part of the station spun and was now through atmosphere, below was a cold world with mining stations and some structures that went underground in great tubes. The surface was harsh, and the wind bit like teeth of a Firaxen shark.

Soon they woukd be marooned on this desolate ice world, though in the hangar was their ship and the cargo they had brought. The seni-circle part of the station came violently in contact with the ice of the surface, and shook the whole of the station, it akid across tearing into the cliff side where it protruded, hanging over an abyss. The lack of gravity helped actually, Midina when they collided let herself be thrown in the floating hall rather than against a wall. There the Night Mother stretched out, and smiled, nothing seemed to phase her, no matter the peril, she remained serene, and not harrowed by the events taking place. This nature of calm no doubt unnerved Sunyia, though it also was a good a comfort Midina was assured, and perhaps an example she coukd set for her Daughter.

Dreidi Xeraic

 

[Sunyia]

Sunyia felt gravity leave and then the entire station shook as the Ball part broke away. They now were on Zero-G, and she felt a great anxiety sweep over her, as she noticed that Mother Midina as usual was not concerned. How could she be so calm?! Nothing ever disturbed her! Why was it so irritating to the Nightsister?

“Shouldn’t we get into some pods?!”
The query like many would go unanswered. Then a cryptic poem that foretold doom. That was the last thing she wanted to hear.

As they hurled towards the surface, Sunyia tried to get an idea of how to het back to the hangar. The only way out of this mess would be their barge, if it was not damaged on impact with the world. She tried to focus, to think of variables, to discern how they might get there when the crescent part of the station made landfall, and she eas thrown against a baulkhead, knocking her out cold. The semi-circle violently made its way into the icy ridge where he stopped, hanging over the edge. The peril of it teetering into the abyss was real, though this Nightsister would not know it as she was now down under.

 

[Night Dragon]

The Night Dragon had cleared the Hangar of hostiles and made his way into the interior, as he came to bridge Droidekas opened fire on him, his shields rippling from the shots when they dropped:


He rolled on a knee towards a half wall at the side, the two mechanix beginning to follow as his shield recharged:


He then felt the gravity give way, and was floating, the two Destroyers where spinning upside down as he swam through past them. Taking his shoto saber of jade green, he dug into his he door, sparks falling, as he cut the pistons, and then it opened. Yut and Neimodians were floating and spouting,
“Restore gravitational pull to the bridge at once!”
The Officer pressed a key and they all fell, it was them they were startled to see Dracis standing with his short saber and his helm with a visor reflecting their oasty green faces.
“Who are you?!” Yut asked.
To this Dracis responded,
“A Nightbrother, you can call me The Dragon. Where are the Sisters?”

Yut became very nervious.
“They are on the semi-circle.. in engineering.”

The Night Dragon took a step as he saw they were drifting towards the planet. The Neimodian Officer leapt and pressed a red switch which Yut shouted, “No!”

The seperation began as the Bridge and Orb dropped like a great pod. Dracis grabbed hold of a panel as they fell to the world below. There was no mistaking it now, he was stuck with these slimy Trad Fed types.

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

Outfit: Dathomir Attire
Equipment: Nightsister Energy Bow, Lightsaber
Companion: Grisial
Tags: Mother Midina

Pausing at the console, Dreidi breathed in deeply, "they still have the cargo." She let out a long sigh and flicked several switches.

Moving the ship, she followed the battle station, there was a ice world that it was crashing into. "We should contact the Alliance and let them know there might be survivors that are injured from a station crashing." She looked over to Grisial, she knew it was a risk since the Alliance might find evidence that this was done by the Nightsisters of Dathomir and that could lead into conflict that has long term damage to any alliances and support either side could need.

"Let's trying scanning the station for where they might be with the cargo." Dreidi talked aloud to Grisial, it was a soothing thought process that allowed her to think clearer.

Scanning the ship, she was searching for large cargo in a hangar, she never let the station stray too far from the ship as the scan searched the station. There were plenty of cargo loads on the station which makes sense for a Trade Federation station, but it made it harder for Dreidi to isolate the specific cargo she was seeking to locate. She could feel Grisial soothe her thoughts and to lean into the Force to help guide her. "Yeah. Yeah. That might work I guess." Breathing out slowly, she allowed the Force to guide the scanner and then stopped at the hangar, locating the cargo.

"Excellent, well done Grisial!" She ruffled him a little and shifted the ship towards the hangar's exit. Giving them a chance to spot the Dathomir ship escaping, however, they never saw any ship exiting. Dreidi swallowed as the station entered the atmosphere. "They are trapped. They will have to be massively lucky or powerful to survive the impact." Dreidi mentioned aloud.

She didn't like this at all.

 

[Mother Midina]

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The Station hung over the great chasm and aboard The Night Mother held her Daughter as she walked across the deck covered ij debris, wires hung as tentacles from ceiling sparking as her Headress stopped below them and she brought Sunyia to a mess hall, which served only Neimodians, the rest being droids. Placing the Night Sister on a table, Midina held her hands on both sides of head and callee to the Magicks, a great swirl of peridot light forming like a halo as she chanted.

The Night Daughter jolted awake with burning eyes of bright mint green and Midina held her steady saying,
“Be still, all is well. We fell and now we shall prevail.”

Her words seemed to reassure the Night Sister as she then released her grey blue hand and stepped over to a great wall of cracked glass overlooking the abyss. The Night Mother heard the great vessel creaking, the haul popping as an alarm light strobbed red. The situation was dire as they had fallen into a great mire. The Sorceress walked in her noble dressed as if not pressed by the perils about them. Her countenance serene in this most mean of circumstances.

Turning to her Daughter she ushered a gesture,
“Come, away we must go to face our great foe.”
The Night Mother lead the way through the disheveled ship, circuits sparking as they traveled through the sections that had been severely damaged. The craft was embedded in the thick ice, and they would have to climb from the ruptured haul into the sheets, and seek one of the underground tunnels that weaved crossed it in patterns like webs Kinrath.

The emergency hatch was ruptured, and so they would have to use their Magick to teleport. The trouble was the surface was of such a deep cold, they would not survive more than six seconds. Midina took the hand of Sunyia and said,
“Clear your head, or we both will be dead.”
The urgency of in her tone would no doubt catch the Daughter’s attention. This would need to be a quick travel in the portals of their power, with that The Night Mother disappeared in the cloud of grey ans peridot smoke, appearing oj the surface only to then leap into another magical tunnel to the great above ground structure of grey metal tunnels. She appeared inside and waited for Sunyia to follow. The toll of this travel made her light headed, she spoke some words of Dathomir to try and steady her equilibrium. They were marooned on this frozen world with its harsh surface thanks to the Trade Federation. The bargain had gone as Midina had forseen, The Neimodians seeking the prize of tainted crystals for the price of zero, and the rights to mine without having to make good on their promise. The reason The Night Mother went along with the charade and allowed this betrayal remained a mystery, if her aims be alliances, why participate in a doomed one? And yet that was the brilliance of it. She had sensed the Witch ( Dreidi Xeraic ) that had shadowed them, her aura luminous and bright, no doubt portended that she was aligned with that Order of powerful warriors of light known as The Jedi. Mother Midina was sworn to the Dark Magick, and yet she knew full well not to seek a pact with the Dark Ones, and their respective empires. They were as trustworthy as the Trad Fed, while the Lightsworn could be depended upon. While friction between the Jedi and the Nightsisters was written in great legend, there was a tale of the two in harmony, even matrimony in the persons of Cal Kestis and Merrin. There story was a reminder that prejudices could fall aside and deep affection could abide. While many tribes of Dathomir saw that union as an outlier and even an abomination. To The Night Mother of the Blue Moon Coven it was a great hope, that enemies can become so close that their enmity dies and the fruit of friendship can grow ripe…

 

[Sunyia]

Sunyi awoke with a jolt, she began coughing as she sat up and tried to grasp her surroundings. She became less alarmed when she saw her Night Mother there and urging her to calm. As she tried to shake it off the Night Daughter could hear the great station buckle and it was foreboding, making her rather alarmed. It was then that Midina mentioned they should leave and followed that up with Sunyia needing to clear her head.

She got an idea of what must be done, a chain of teleportations known to Dathomiri as tunnels. Done rightly and one could keep projecting as if dashing through an actual corridor, however, not being able to see where you one was teleporting to made it infinitely more complicated. When The Night Mother dissolved into puffs of smoke, Sunyia knew she had to act quick and so she folllowed, her brief stint on the cold surface froze a toe or two before seeing the structure that she channeled her whole body into. With a poof she appeared near her Night Mother, her whole body shivering and covered in the sting of microscopic needles. The sensation made her side down ok the wall as her breath rose in a cloud of vapor. Mother Midina seeing her state immolated a ball of peridot flame and made a fire, and then took her pale foot out of a boot which she rubbed softly near the flame, two toes black, and a small vessel of water was made and ice from surface transported by the magicks for melt in a cup that Sunyia was bid to dip her toes in as her Night Mother chanted and called forth magic to swirl in the water, this soothing balm of liquid made The Night Daughter lean her head back against the dark grey wall in relief. The warmth helped calm her cold skin, and she wax able to drift for a moment into sleep. Her body needing to recover from traumas she had suffered. As she entered the Dream Plane, her mind thought of Tatooine, and her old coven in that sun scorched land. Growing up in such a dry and hot climate made the shock of this bitter cold all the more overwhelming. While she did not miss ascetic nature of her former Sisterhood, she did long for that warm weather and thought nkw she’d never again curse the two suns…

 

[Night Dragon]

The Great Orb fell to the world in a ball of flame ans hurled towards the main facility when it crashed into the great ice, creating a massive crater. Aboard the Trad Federstion cronies had been tossed about, Yut having lost his crown of black cloth as he strumbled on the floor. The Nigjht Brother’s shields and armor had kept him safe, the panel held, though wires now fell out all over the place, one shocking Neimodian Officer who had pressed the button that sent them as a great pod world bound.

Rising in his deep emerald armor, Dracis did a sit rep, examining the monitor that was fractured with great fissures and a frozen picture of black. He knew they landed, but where was unknown. Outside the cold wind howled, and the lights of the nearby facility were dim.

The Night Dragon decided fo take charge of the situation.
“We are stuck here, and stuck together thanks to you people. Since the Hangar no doubt was in semi circle of the station, we have no means of getting off this rock. So we must make due and explore the surface..”

Yut objected,
“I’m not going out there! I will stay safe in here and wait for a rescue.”

Dracis’ visor fixed on The Viceroy,
“And when can you expect a rescue?”

Yut paused and mumbled, to which Dracis said,
“Our best chance of survival is to set a beacon of SOS. Maybe with some luck the Semicicle half is in orbit and can send fighters to pick us up.”

Yut sighed,
“There is no space in Vulture Droids.. we would need a shuttle.”

The Night Dragon nodded his helm, and said,
“Very well, can you contact your Droids and get them to pilot one?”

Yut shouted at the Officer,
“Hurry! Establish comms!”

The Officer got back in its chair, hus metallic eyes ans mouth pieces trying to uplink with the other part of the station. There was nothing but static.
“Nothing.. I am getting no transmissions!”

The Night Brother clipped his Shoto saber to his belt and said,
“I will explore outside, my armor is designed for adverse environmental conditions. You keep trying, and if you can, supply some of Droids to help me search.”

Two Battle Droids of bronze coloring were assigned to help Dracis, he came to a hatch that when he released the valve the pressure of the cold blew them back, the two clankers shouting “uh-oh!” Dracis waves his gauntlet hand to bid them follow as he dropped into crator. The incline was step, thirty feet and so he used his grapple hook on hus wrist to scale, the two Droids clamped their tri-metal fingers in the thick ice, following The Dragon to the top, the wind occasionally blowing them so that they held on only by their arms. Dracis reached the top, ans helped the two clankers up before seeing a tall towering facility with great grids criss crossing the ice as tunnels. He made his way to the Outpost, and found door that he tried to slide open. When it failed he immolated his kyber short blade and cut it and it opened. Inside the facility was dark, the two Battle Droids drew their blaster rifles and swept as they turned on two flash lights, sweeping. Dracis had to admit he was glad fo have them covering his six as he explored this labyrinth of passages…

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

Outfit: Dathomir Attire
Equipment: Nightsister Energy Bow, Lightsaber
Companion: Grisial
Tags: Mother Midina

Landing her ship, Dreidi was not sure who might have survived the crash but she was not going to abandon them to a demise on the frozen world. Instead, she had ensured a signal was sent to the Galactic Alliance that a crashed had occurred in the hopes they would send a recovery team. While that was happening, Dreidi decided to grab a long, thick winter cloak and wrapped herself in it. She stepped off the ramp and stepped on the surface of the world, her senses couldn't detect anything nearby but the crash was not far from her position and there was likely tunnels and caves nearby that she would have to check in her search for potential survivors.

Grisial leapt out and followed behind Dreidi, keeping an eye out and using his own senses to be on alert for anyone who might need their help. Dreidi breathed in deeply as she held a hand out and a ball of green flames ignited as she used her Magick. Bringing enough warmth and light to ensure others could find her as a beacon and warm the others without burning them with the fires. It had been something that had taken years for Dreidi to gain the skills and connection with Magick to be able to do this. It was a shame her mentor, Night Mother Vanya Aklin had not been able to see Dreidi demonstrate her skills with Magick.

She remembered their first meeting fondly, Dreidi had been excited as anything to begin learning Magick and be able to demonstrate her skills but Vanya had been strict and did not allow Dreidi to rush the process. Especially since Dreidi was attempting to use Magick and the Force, something that was not common at all. Especially for the Jedi, while there was Sith and their Magic, Jedi rarely strayed from the path of the Force. But here was Dreidi and she was attempting to encompass all that she saw herself as. A Jedi and a Witch of Dathomir.

Approaching the crash site, Dreidi held her hand higher in the air, allowing the flames to flicker and burn brighter. She was determined to signal her approach and allow others know that they could approach her for safety and a way off this world. She wasn't confident that her voice would carry far enough to be heard if she shouted out to any survivors.

 

[Night Dragon]

TAG: Dreidi Xeraic

The Night Dragon was alking in corridor when he saw a flicker of light out the slitted window. He saw walking on the surface a Woman of pale complexion, she was crying out as if to signal someone. Pulling up his hud display, he detected the nearest hatch and told the two droids,
“Continue your sweeps, I will be along in a moment.”

Dracis steppped to a hatch, and turning a dial he depressurized and a vacuum opened, he steppss outside on to the ice, and saw the Woman, she was in Dathomirian attire, which made this rather awkward. Dracis was from Dathomir, however, his memories had been wiped by the rogue Nightsister Ervita, who he had called Empress. He had attempted to access the dormant echoes of his past with the help of a Shaper Kylraya , who he now served as a Vong Acolyte.

The Nightbrother trying to establish that he was not a threat, stepped slowly and kept his arms in the air and said,
“Sister! Over here! Over here!”

He hoped that she knew nothing of Ervita, and that she would understand that he was an abomination, a Night Brother who could use The Magicks with his Talisman Armor. Without it he was unable to tap into the Ichor, though he did possess Force Sensitivity, not yet having honed any skull in that fear for he had not been among Jedi or Sith, he had seen them land heard tales about them, but no altercations or enmity of a personal nature had happened between him and those Orders.

The Warrior in his great armor did not feel the bite of the wind or the frost beneath his boots, his interior heated and kept crisp so he could function in these adverse environments.

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

Outfit: Dathomir Attire
Equipment: Nightsister Energy Bow, Lightsaber
Companion: Grisial
Tags: Night Dragon

A voice called out to Dreidi and she turned around. She could sense it was a Night brother, one of the sons of Dathomir. She rarely interacted with them when she visited the planet, she knew they generally kept to themselves. Seeing one here, she was curious why he was working with the Nightsisters that she knew were here.

What was going on?

"What is your name?" Dreidi called out, she walked over to him, as she did there was something she could sense that stood out as different about this Zabrak. He had connections to Magick that she had not sensed in the other males before. Others had been buffed and enhanced by other Witches but they did not have the Magick coursing through them.

This stranger did. It was curious.

Grisial moved silently not too close to Dreidi in case something happened and he needed to attack from the side but Dreidi was not seeking a fight. "I am looking for survivors, I got a ship that can get us out of here. Want to give me a hand with that?"

 

[Night Dragon]

TAG:
Dreidi Xeraic

The Night Dragon lowered her arms and said,
“My name is Dracis. I am Night Brother who drawn here by the Magicks..”

The fact that she wanted to help was a relief, so he elaborated,
“The Neimodians are in the great orb part of the station. I came out here sweeping for survivors, I guess that makes us of one accord, one purpose. I have two battle droids who are searching in interior tunnels as we speak.”

There was blaster fire coming from the harch area and Dracis turned immolating his peridot shoto saber and then the green and grey smoke began to swirl around him with flashes of light as he teleported inside. He found one of droids with its legs torn asunder. His shirt lightsaber humming as he opened the hatch from inside and called to the Woman,
“In here.. one of my droids is down.”

He bent down in his armor to examine the damage, it was claw marks, which was strange, why would an animal attack a clanker? His hud display tried to match it with a bestiary, and it seemed to most closely match a Nexu. Those wild cats could be very vicious. He was glad her was in full armor.