The Chorus of Chaos (Dominion Dom of Mandalore Hex)

[Cundi]

Oh, now she's getting cocky. Using her maaaagical foooorce powers to find people. What was the point of having a bloody radio in my head, then? Kal let out an electronic sigh.

"Yes, yes, [member="Dune Rhur"], I am, in fact, here. Do you need my assistance?"
...
"...oh. All...allright. I'll leave you too alone, then. Have fun, or something."

Bloody wankers.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Objective: Open a new route to Taris
Post: 13/38

Now that the spaceport was clear of Rakghouls, the unpacking of maintenance equipment began in earnest: hydrospanners, horizontal boosters, alluvial dampers, maser lathes, fusioncutters, beamdrills, to name what went out of the delivery ship first. Tools were fine and dandy, but they could only do so much before the supply of spare parts arrived. She was ready to begin operating a maintenance base but only for the stuff that did not require spare parts, which wasn't a whole lot. Also the cleaning up operation inside the spaceport began in earnest, with casvac being done by the delivery for an extra cost.

 

[Alyson Halle]

Alyson was excited to learn more, so excited that she got bored waiting for Dune to respond, she needed to go learn more from these people.

"Im sorry Master Dune, but im really quite busy, i need to learn as much as possible before i have to leave, im sure you understand." She said.

She then bolted off to go find the next person she needed to go talk to, that person would be the Village Healer, they could teach Alyson much about the art of medicine, and there were many plants and herbs that could be learned about. Alyson went and chased down Kal, running to catch up to him.

"Hey im going to go talk to the village healer if you want to come and listen to boring information that does not pertain to you in any way whatsoever, then you can come to me." She said to Kal.

[member="Cundi"]

 

[Darth Exode]

Ravana heard the word, and not did she obey, with a smile etched into her beautiful face. She charged into combat, amplifying her speed with the Force, and started slicing. Every blow was designed to maim and debilitate, but not to kill nor sever, leaving the Sister writhing in pain as their burnt flesh left a smell wafting in the breeze, pleasant to some, repulsive to others.

She watched [member="Grace Darkson"] writhing in pain as she got blasted with Force Lightning, only to get back to her feet and deliver her own Barrage. Smirking at the sight, Ravana went running at the others she had not yet reached, using their sloppy reflexes due to her aura to her advantage, only to get blindsided by a Laser-Arrow. 'Oh,' she thought as she went tumbling away from the woman who shot her, holding her winged arm in pain. 'I forgot about that one. Well... that hurt...' she slowly got back to her feet, dashing through them again, more mindful of the one resistant to her, as she began the Torture of 1000 Cuts anew.

 

[Cundi]

Fine. Screw it. He had nothing better to do.

The healer was — shocker! — an elderly woman. Presumably in her 60s. She greeted Alyson and him solemnly, and sat down with her to glaze over a yellowed book full of drawings of plants and berries and intricate writing. She ground leaves in a mortar and put them in boiling water. she made pastes and juices and teas and euuuuuuuuurgh...

Kal had to stay there,. Leaving would be disrespectful to Alyson and the healer. Might as well nap.

His eyes dimmed. He'd stay like that for a short while.

[member="Alyson Halle"]

 

[Alyson Halle]

Alyson learned quite alot from the woman over the next hour, she taught Alyson various methods of creating elixrs, potions, and other magical brews. The secret was to use the force to understand how the ingredietns will interact, and to put your force energies (magic in this case) into the potion to activate the latent, hidden properties of a potion. Any normal person trying to put these ingredients together would be dissapointed, however a force user to understand and reveal properties hidden to most people. This was the basis of Alchemy (not necessarily the sith kind), and it allowed for various mystical properties to be exhibited by almost any substance.

Alyson took many mental notes of the processes the healer described, she could expand upon this knowledge at a much later date, but for now she had other things to do. She tried to gain the attention of her droid, when it became clear that he had gone into sleep mode she tapped it on the shoulder hoping to wake it up.

"Come on Kal, we have a few other places to visit." She said.

Next up was the villages head of guard, hopefully she could take a few notes on combat methods before the ritual, this would take quite awhile, but they still had 3 hours to kill til sundown, that was when the real fun began.

The village guards head was a young woman about in her late 20s at the greatest, most likely anyone more experience had died in the field, but it would do well enough. Alyson sat down for yet another lecture, this time it would be a bit more active, however.

[member="Cundi"]

 

[Cundi]

Kal was awoken by Alyson. She and the witch were done now, apparently.

What was it with these humans and their simpleminded language? With Alyson it was always "Come on Kal, hold on tight Kal, let's go Kal." What was he, a bloody Pleeky? Oh well, he owed Alyson one. She rescued him from the mindbore that was Anaxes.

This village is like a checklist. Do the thing, speak to the guy, learn the thing. Kal hoped the McGuffin ritual came soon.

Up next on the checklist was the guard. This one, to Kal's honest surprise, was a young woman. Alyson was learning combat and mastering the Force.

Again.

"Better than staying on the ship, I suppose." Kal said, and watched the two of them fight.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Objective: Open a new route to Taris
Post: 14/38

"Any estimate on the ETA of the spare parts?"

"Neimoidian Yacht and AT-AT barge parts are going to arrive soon, 2 hours or so" the accountant told Dunames, while the Neimoidian Yacht carrying the purchased equipment has taken off.

The Neimoidian Yacht, loaded with dozens of bodies, including a few of the dead employees who died at work, has taken off, returning the bodies to their families. In the meantime, Dunames pondered which business opportunities to exploit next, which Primeval-destroyed spaceport (if the opportunity was on a planet where the Primeval destroyed a spaceport) to rebuild or expand, and their cost-effectiveness. But she knew one thing: rebuilding a spaceport was going to be an operation where the full potential of earning revenue took a while to materialize.

 

[Alyson Halle]

After a while the two stopped sparring, the lecture had completed, Alyson did not learn much, but there were a few areas that she had improved greatly in over the period of the lecture. Alyson checked the sun, and saw that it had nearly set. That training session had taken quite a long time in order to finish. The sun would soon set, and the feast would soon begin.

Alyson went quickly to go find [member="Dune Rhur"], wherever he was, as they would both be rather important guests, Kal could either come or do what he wanted, Alyson trusted him to act politely and not do anything too strange.

The town was now bustling, torches lined the small streets leading to a large grounds that had been set up over on a hill, it was quite the sight, Alyson wondered where Dune was however, he could be anywhere.

[member="Cundi"]

 

[Dune Rhur]

As if preordained by the Force, Dune was looking for [member="Alyson Halle"] just then. He'd spent perhaps the most interesting day he'd had in years among the clan. Craftsbeings of all sorts had welcomed his observation of their work. They'd also been very patient with his numerous questions.

Dune knew that there would be a feast with the coming of nightfall. He'd been invited and would of course attend. Just ahead he spotted the young woman and grinned just a little. How very convenient.

He waved to her as he walked the distance.

"Just the woman I wanted to see."

[member="Cundi"]

 

[Cundi]

Kal was there at the feast too. As apathetic as he was, the village had grown on him, the quaint little huts and friendly old people willing to help.

The sun was now sinking on the horizon, drawing a close to the cold Dathomir day. Around the fire sat women of all ages. Some began chanting in a language he could not understand. Nevertheless, it sounded well.

Alyson and Dune sat next to each other near the fire. He was amazed. In all his years of working in the shipyards, he had never seen so many different species since his rescue by Alyson. So many, and in peace, under the Dominion's flag.

Good on them, he thought, looking at the stars.

 

[Alyson Halle]

Alyson smiled upon seeing the bith, it was nice to see a familiar face. Alyson made her way over to the Bith, hopefully [member="Cundi"] would be right behind her ready to go to the feast.

"Hello Master Ruhr, i believe the feast is about to begin, i honestly dont know what to fully expect of the feast and the ritual, they were rather cryptic about the whole matter." She said "I believe we are expected, so we should probably get going."

Alyson then made her way up hill, expecting her companions to follow, to partake in whatever feast would be involved. It was not too hard of a walk, but it still was uphill.

On top of the hill a large table was lain out in front of the entire clan, lots of food was placed there, including the cooked carcasses of various species Alyson had never seen before, and many she had. There were fruits, vegetables, and various animals lain across the long table. At the end of the table sat the old woman they had spoken too a few hours earlier. There was laughter, banter, and various other forms of conversation ongoing, Everyone became suddenly silent when Alyson and Co. Arrived.

The matriarch cleared her throat.

"Have a seat, tonight we shall test the purity of your body, mind, and soul, both you and Master Ruhr, should you succeed, you will be proven to be pure of intention, if you fail, you shall be lost to the dark side forever. It will be a journey of your own mind, you will combat your own demons within your own mind, you must learn to work together, and cooperate, in an unforgiving mental landscape should you want to succeed. You will understand in due time, but for now we feast. TO THE CHALLENGERS!" The woman said in toast

The crowd replied in kind.

[member="Cundi"]
[member="Dune Rhur"]

 

[Dune Rhur]

Upon their arrival the Jedi party was greeted by the Matriach herself. He smiled and made a formal bow to her after her toast.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Matriarch," he replied "If I may be so bold, I don't think we will fail in tests of purity. We are Jedi, guided by the Light always."

With that he was seated in a place of honour. Dishes were laid out showing the bounty that the Singing Mountain clan's lands held. Some dishes were very familiar and others not so much. Many looked appetizing.

He enjoyed the repast but ate sparingly. The way the Martriarch had avoided looking at him told him something immense was to come. The Bith sensed no hostility from the Clan and simply waited to see. He avoided wines and other intoxicants entirely with this in mind.

[member="Cundi"] [member="Alyson Halle"]

 

[Alyson Halle]

The feast was a rather great show, there was alcohol but sadly they were barred from partaking in any until after the ritual as it could cloud their mind and their thoughts. Alyson ate like a ravenous Kryat Dragon, eating as much as she possibly could, everything tasted extremely delicious, not only were they good force scholars, they were damn good cooks too.

Alyson tried naerly everything on that table, the event was rather enjoyable, she enjoyed the people here, they knew how to throw a feast.

Eventually though the time would come, but that time was not now, there was still an hour left, and dessert still had not been served, and when it was brought out, it was even better than the first part. Candies, pastries, chocolates, anything that one could imagine when it came to dessert, they sure did not fail to deliver. Alyson partook personally in the chocolate cake, she had a soft spot for that, she didnt let anybody back home know that however, it was more of a guilty pleasure.

[member="Dune Rhur"]
[member="Cundi"]

 

[Cundi]

Kal felt he had a bit too rude with the Bith. He seemed like a kind man. He decided to make things right.

"Hello, [member="Dune Rhur"]. I am K5-AL; you can call me Kal. I was rescued recently by you friend Alyson here. I trust you are enjoying Dathomir?" Kal heckled.

 

[Dune Rhur]

Dune passed up on the rich desserts on offer. For the same suspicions he had before regarding what was to come. [member="Alyson Halle"] didn't seem to abide by the same proscriptions. The Bith only watched as she had a bit of everything.

Then Alyson's droid companion made his acquaintance. Kal was an interesting character whom he'd had no true chance to interact with. He nodded to the alloy figure.

"Hello Kal," he said in reply "I am enjoying Dathomir very much. What about you?"

 

[Grace Darkson]

Post 5

As the Nightsister screamed, Grace gave a small smile. The woman's agony was almost enjoyable. She was their leader, and would be valuable. She'd keep the woman alive. The others...

A knife dropped from her hand, and the Nightsister whimpered. Little did she know the intended target. Her good arm flew outwards, sending the blade flying, spiraling through the air as she guided it in the Force. Xalone impaled itself into the neck of the Beastmaster. The woman gurgled, her words to tame the beast no longer coming out. The others looked in horror as the Rancor, now no longer soother by his master's powers, and in far too much pain to be affected by the aura [member="Darth Exode"] created, began to thrash, trying to take whatever it could to the grave with it. If the other Sith didn't get clear, the beast may kill her.

That, however, wan't Grace's concern. "Where is the Nigh Mother?" She asked, her voice a whisper. There was no response. "Very well." Lightning crackled between her fingertips. The woman whimpered.

 

[Cundi]

"Picturesque, yet boring. There's not much to see for a droid. Alyson tells me the food is great. I think she is having a good time. You can never tell with her."

Kal was not good at talking.

"I'm liking the Dominion so far. Rational. Level-headed."

In fact, he was terrible.

"Enjoy yourself. I've heard the stuffed bantha here is delicious."

 

[Alyson Halle]

Alyson was just finishing up her cake when the Matriach yet again stepped up for an announcement.

"Alright my children, it is now time to begin the ritual, may our jedi guests please follow me to the bonfire." She announced.

Alyson obliged her, following the matriarch to the bonfire she had indicated. The bonfire was rather large, but small enough to pass things around and over, big enough for a small group.

"Sit Jedi, i am sorry but the droid will not be able to participate in the ritual, however i will allow him to observe."

Alyson did as told, sitting down around the bonfire in the small seats that had been placed to provide some degree of comfort. The fire was built in a small pit surrounded by stones. It was made out of logs at the base with sticks strutting up through the top, it was extremely warm.

"We will now begin the ritual, Jedi, focus your minds on thoughts of your past, leave no thought unturned, it will be important for the ritual to come."

As the Matrairch said this she threw some sort of powder on the fire, turning it into a bright silver color, she explained that the fire was to drive away dark spirits that may prey on their weakened mental states during the ritual, and Alyson did register a sort of light side energy coming off the fire now. The Matriarch stated chanting protective spells and casting magic wards to drive off spriits, this was about fighting your inner demons not those that roam around these lands.

Soon, the protections were done being cast, and the Matriarch retrieved a pipe from beside her, passing it to Alyson.

"Smoke from the Spirit Pipe, whoever smokes the spirit pipe will become intrinsically linked in the force for the duration of its effects, it will also put you into a state where you can physically combat your inner demons from within your mind, you will be unable to act upon the physical realm while under its effects. I will go in with you using my magicks, but only as an observer, you must fight your demons yourself. Remember to work together, as solving your problems on your own is nigh impossible, even for a master jedi such as yourself Master Ruhr." The woman warned.

Alyson nodded in acknowledgment before smoking from the pipe. She started hacking uncontrollably after smoking it, whatever it was, it was hard stuff. She then passed the pipe to [member="Dune Rhur"] to smoke for himself.

After some time her vision started to become strange and distorted, she started Hallucinating and seeing strange visions, the world becoming more distorted by the minute. Eventually she blacked out from the physical world and woke up... somewhere else, the realm seemed completely black and void, hopefully Master Rhur would arrive here soon.

[member="Cundi"]

 

[Cundi]

Alyson was drooling. She seemed particularly interested on a twig on the ground; she was staring intently at it all the while murmuring "Force... Force... Force..."

With this again, thought Kal.

Dune ran around in circles, laughing his head off. Kal glanced toward the witches. They shook their head; some of them could not resist laughing. Suddenly, Dune's giggles were interrupted by a thud. He was lying face down on the ground, doing a half-cry, half-laugh sort of thing.

Kal chuckled and shrugged. Now the fun begins, let these idiots trip out.