Symphony of Color. (FWC, open)

[The Story Narrator]

Across the galaxy into the wild and straight back to the core. The search was on. Who would be the next known designer? The next show designer? The next signature name in fashion.

Where would these would be contenders show their fashion teeth?

Why the center of galactic decadence. Zeltros.

Surrounding the fledgling location of Contessa long lines of would be models.

Down at the Star of Zel Hotel and Casino designers were lining up eager to have their designs on the run eat.

Judges were called.

Rewards offered. The prize. Credits to start their own design companies to show at the next galactic fashion show.

But.

Not all is as it seems. But to know what is up. One must participate.

 

[The Story Narrator]

The Star of Zel Casino a large fines shaped circular building filled with cavernous rooms. Rooms that offered decadent delights to tantalize the senses.

Outside before the entrance a single being stood a long dark cape encircled his body. Tiny wisps of platinum hair frames his angular face while piercing blue eyes remained fixed in the sign.

His thoughts fixated on his objective as he entered the building. Signs posted about directed him towards his destination.

The voices in his head made him promises and encouraged him to move forward.

 

[Claire Organa]

It wasn't the first showing off her designs under odd circumstances. The invitation had been hand delivered rather than sent which told Claire this invite was unique just fidnt know if it was unique good or unique bad.

She was in the conference center trying to work out where the models could walk and work.

She heard loud noises all around her the doors were slamming shut. Was it a drill? She craned her head around to see what was going on.

Everyone stood still. Watching. Waiting.

A dome lot up filled with the image of a hooded figure on their right shoulder an circle filled with an intricate design which she couldn't make out.

Then he spoke.

"There can be no peace. Peace is a lie. Anyone following the paths of peace lies to themself and those around them. You will be the example to the galaxy of what we plan to do to your peace."

A slow hiss Was heard them someone screamed.

"In 8 hours you will all be dead."

The screen blanked out.

Claire didn't know what to say or do. She just stood there.

She pulled out her comm and sent a message to the Coalition. To send help. To send word to anyone wishing to help to come. There were over 3000 in the dome.

Plus they would need to find out who did this. And was there a cure? And would it come before they were dead.

 

[The Story Narrator]

He now stood on the catwalk looking down into the crowds as his words filtered into the weak minds the realization of what he said slowly showing on their faces. Panic struck as they began to run towards the exits.

The doors did not budge.

He smiled so expected of them react without thinking. How many were just hurt in this little show of panic. He could see three or four laying on the ground moaning and calling for help.

He wondered would the Coalition send someone to rescue Claire. Or would she be counted among the dead....just like the others.

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Aspen would sit in her quarters aboard a space station which the position of was top secret, she had only been on board a few hours in which she had eaten a quick meal, been debriefed and caught a quick cat nap. She would have just awoken in her quarters when the order came for her to make her way to her briefing.

SHe would hurry along the corridors after quickly getting dressed in her standard leisure wear, she would step into the briefing room and it would begin; they would tell her of the situation and ask her for her plan. SHe would think a moment and then she would speak "There are several routes in but the one that is the most useful is the air approach we could use plasma cutters to open up a hole large enough for myself and my team to fast rope to the floor, once the roof is open the air would be clear so we would have time to evacuate everyone and find the man behind this, as for the ability to evac everyone we could use the air power we have to airlift them out"

This was the plan now was time to use it. She would send out a message to the same comlink that had sent the sos and alerted them help was on the way

[member="The Story Narrator"]
[member="Claire Organa"]

 

[Vinten Veers]

Vinten was walking around, calmly and smugly, looking at all the different things being shown off. These sorts of shows weren't really his favorite, but he figured he could take a little time to look into it. Being at these big, posh events were great opportunities to meet people of wealth and power, people of value to Vinten. Everything in his life was about bettering himself, and an event like this could help to better him.

Well, until the attack.

The hooded figure caused quite a panic. Noblemen and women were running everywhere, trampling those who were too slow and slamming others unintentionally into the walls. The woman Vinten had been speaking with quickly dashed off, dropping her drink on the floor, the glass shattering and the blue liquid splashing onto Vinten's black cloak. He groaned and turned, walking along as the people around him ran around in search of an exit.

Nobody would attack a place and leave the exits open. This place was going to function like an oven, slowly letting everyone inside die.

Vinten spotted one woman, speaking into her comm, [member="Claire Organa"]. He smirked and walked over to her, crossing his arms. "Got a plan to get out of here?"

[member="Aspen Laval"] [member="The Story Narrator"]

 

[Claire Organa]

The message either got out or it didn't. She didn't relish the though of standing in here and dying. No there had to be a way out of here but then...if they opened a door would whatever was inside get outside? How lethal was it? People were panicking running for doors that wouldn't open. Screaming as their fears over whelmed them and Claire just stood there.

She was afraid who wouldn't be? But she knew that screaming only got you so far, and running only led to the walls. So why not stand still and try to take it in.

She was contemplating all of this when a bit of a shadow fell across her path looking left she nodded to [member="Vinten Veers"] , "No plan yet but I'm thinking. You thinking as well?"

There were 3000 strangers in the dome today she hoped that 3000 would walk out the door...

[member="Aspen Laval"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Within 10 minutes of sending out the message Aspen and her men were in the hangar in full gear. Her gear weighed in excess of 30 lbs but it didn't bother her at all, she had worn it for so many missions it had become like a second skin to her. Her men had just loaded the plasma cutters into the cargo hold of the ship one of many that were going to follow them to airlift the people. SHe would then climb on board and they would take off

[member="Claire Organa"]
[member="Vinten Veers"]

 

[Vinten Veers]

"Not particularly. Not yet." He looked around and thought about the options. "From what I can tell the exits are obviously sealed. And I have no idea what is in here, but it might be flammable. Trying to blow the doors might not work."

It was odd. Vinten was calm, but it was an extremely stressful situation. He usually wasn't extremely calm in these situations, but in this one he was. Maybe it was to try and keep face around all of the powerful and rich people surrounding him.

[member="Aspen Laval"] [member="Claire Organa"]

 

[Claire Organa]

"I hadn't thought about blowing up, which if that's it then...anyone who tries to come in could blow us up." Charming thought wasn't it. She looked up trying to gather her thoughts.

"It could be anything poison, some engineered disease....I" she stopped talking. The crowd was growing bigger and now it was headed towards where they were standing. "I have a feeling we shouldn't stand here...." She turned and laughed.

"I think panic is setting in..." She reached down and pulled off her shoes..."maybe we can make one of the conference rooms or the communications hub up in the dome" She pointed up...

"What do you think, you game?"

 

[The Story Narrator]

At first he was quite pleased with himself looking out across the floor seeing everyone screaming and running. But at the center of it all two people stood like statues talking as if it were another day at the office.

He tried to see their faces.

The emotions of the crowd was growing, this was good. This would create panic. Panic created mistakes. Would they open the doors and let the gas out to infect the whole of the planet Zeltros? OH that would be too rich wouldn't it?

But what were those two standing still doing? A single brow arched up as he leaned on the railing. Maybe he should throw them all a clue.

He headed off towards the communications grid.

When he stepped onto the pad his image filled every screen in the dome.

"Done screaming yet? Well you have another 7 1/2 hours before you die BUT there is a way out. There's a cure for it. But what are you willing to do to get it?"

He was so full of his own importance that his figure seemed to visibly swell with conceit and pride. "Pick 10 people from your numbers without knowing what it's for and send them into the auditorium." He smiled, "Can you choose without knowing what their fate would be? Instant death? Freedom? Who knows....but you have an hour to choose."

The screen went blank

 

[Relvan Serani'ia]

Relvan gazed around at the ensuing panic, his own worries calmed by the Force. He need only focus, and perhaps he could save them all. Perhaps even find the one who had just released—

His Force-Sense picked up the conversation of two other calm individuals a few feet away, focusing on their talking rather than the screams and noise of the others. Hiding his natural glow as best he could beneath his Jedi robes, Relvan inched closer, only to overhear their theories. This was troubling. He, probably like the panicking masses, had assumed this was simple poison gas. But if it was explosive or, even worse, an airborne illness, the city or even planet might be at risk then.

Focusing his mind, Relvan bowed his head as he asked the Force to guide his mind. He needed to know what to do.

A vision assaulted him, one of a strike team of some sort on a ship headed here. They were going to open the roof... with a heat-based tool. Disconcerted, Relvan shook his head. Was there a way to find out what the gas was? Either way, it was not the best idea for this team to go through the roof— the gas would spread. They had to discover what the gas's properties were. If Relvan could use his lightsaber, maybe they could all get out AND keep the dome sealed...

[member="The Story Narrator"]
[member="Claire Organa"]
[member="Vinten Veers"]
[member="Aspen Laval"]

 

[Ja’rrod Categaern]

[member="The Story Narrator"] | [member="Claire Organa"] | [member="Vinten Veers"] | [member="Aspen Laval"] | [member="Relvan Serani'ia"]


It was then despite his better judgment the Count had instructed him to accompany the Dowager to Zeltros where she was to attend a formal gathering. Wherein she insisted to go seeing no danger in her attending as for what its worth what bad could happen at a fashion competition she implied. At which time after some discussion about it given the state of her health he had to give in thought asking of her one condition. That being she takes with her his most trusted guard which she did with some misgiving.

And so with great care, they departed to head to Zeltros thought make sure every possible precaution was taken. To make her presence there as low as possible. But then again it seems all were going well for the most part till things change and stranger barge into the gathering. Lock the door and seal them in...before make such threats against all those that were gathered.

At which time he then did his best to send out a signal out soon he was able to secure the Dowager.

 

[Claire Organa]

[member="Relvan Serani'ia"] [member="Ja’rrod Categaern"] [member="Vinten Veers"] [member="Aspen Laval"]

It was confusing and she didn't really know what to do next she stood there listening looking over at her new acquaintance Vinten , "Whoever this is they are nuts." She shook her head, "help will be becoming. We just have to...occupy him, or take him out or..."

She wasn't one for violence she at times was very passive. She decided to take a stand no way were they going to hand over people for him to do whatever he wanted. No. She scanned around but nothing stood out she didn't have that kind of an eye.

The room however began to feel hot or maybe she felt hot. "I need a drink, some water." Was anyone else reacting badly? Their faces were flush as many of them began to stand still the panic was at the doors. As the crowd pulled and yanked the doors sealed rattled as frustration and anger seeped into the crowd.

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Aspen within a few very short hours would appear from hyperspace above the planet with her whole squad in tow, as her ship made it into orbit she would take the stick herself; she would quickly see the building where the people were trapped, she would quickly maneuver the ship into position. Once she was in position she would quickly drop a rope down the ship to the roof and quickly fast rope down it, this meaning she had on special gloves and she grabbed the rope and jumped, these gloves allowed her to move quickly down the rope. The plasma cutter was dropped down next and Aspen would get to work

[member="Claire Organa"]
[member="Ja’rrod Categaern"][member="Relvan Serani'ia"]

 

[Relvan Serani'ia]

Alarmed that he felt approaching danger, Relvan looked around, hoping for some way to contain the airborne threat, but he had none. His Force Grip wasn’t strong enough to hold in a huge domeful of gas, and he had no way of safely airlocking the building. Thus, he simply resigned himself to one thing: finding the culprit.

Quickly, Relvan rushed to the two he had heard speaking, knowing full well that the communications engineers were already dead. “Do either of you know how to trace a comm signal?” he asked them. “Because if you do, I may be able to apprehend the person who caused all this.” He nodded to both of them, hoping against hope they at least knew who could help him.

 

[Claire Organa]

[member="Ja’rrod Categaern"] | [member="Relvan Serani'ia"] | [member="Aspen Laval"] | [member="Vinten Veers"]

Claire could only feel the burning of her throat she looked over at the dancer Claire had rudimentary skills at best but she could do it. She nodded, "I can" she whispered. She felt her other companion may have frozen in place out of fear.

"Let's go" The culprit was busy trying to gather up 10 volunteer that surely had to keep him busy while they searched. If his focus was somewhere else then it wasn't on them.

Claire began looking around they needed an internal terminal to trace the location if he was in the building. Or he head to be close to watch his handy work. Either way the dancer was right they needed to do something other than panic..she still needed water.

 

[Ja’rrod Categaern]

[member="The Story Narrator"] | [member="Claire Organa"] | [member="Vinten Veers"] | [member="Aspen Laval"] | [member="Relvan Serani'ia"]

It was then in the midst of all the chaos that soon followed once their captor made himself know to those gathered or more like trap within the confines of the locked auditorium. That a demand was soon made of which one sentence in particular, caught both their attention.

"Pick 10 people from your numbers without knowing what it's for and send them to the auditorium."

Of which take the moment to contemplate it as she glances over at the crowd that gathers as the place somewhat began to feel warm by some estimation. To which as the dowager watched that she soon something or better yet someone caught Ja'rrod sight.

"Dowager......its Countess Clair. She's here as well."

To which their captor then came to add.

"Can you choose without knowing what their fate would be? Instant death? Freedom? Who knows....but you have an hour to choose."

At which time the Dowager turn to him and spoke.

" Then there is no time.... would go take my place with the 10 chosen and promise me that you'll guard her. Make sure she....."

By that time wrack with guilt Ja'rrod couldn't help speak out in protest.

"I can't Dowager your safety is...."

To which she then lift a hand to his arm speak.

"No....its alight my time would soon pass but she has not. Now go make sure she gets to safety..."

With that said with a smile on her face, the dowager left to go leaving him to turn off to the sideline. Head towards Countess Claire and as he reached her spoke.

" Countess Clair.....Dowager had sent me to assist your safety."