Private The Enemy Of My Enemy

[Azurine Varek]

Unexpected Alliance

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords

Spoiler: The Info

SUMMARY
-Location: The Void Haven, a neutral space station on the edge of the Unknown Regions, frequented by smugglers, mercenaries, and wanderers seeking refuge or information.
-Inciting Incident: The pirate warlord Zarik Drex, infamous for raiding Diarchy and Alliance territories alike, launches a surprise assault on the Void Haven. His forces aim to capture critical resources, eliminate rivals, and spread chaos.

Both being at the station for their own seperate reasons, the attack basically traps them both in the chaos, forcing them into an uneasy alliance to escape alive.

Key Objectives:
1. Survive the Void Haven Assault:
-Pirate forces, including mercenaries and combat droids, overrun the station, targeting indiscriminately.
-Key areas of the station, including communications, life support, and the hangar bay, are compromised.
-Find a way to escape before the station collapses (possibly fighting through waves of enemies and secure allies among the station's inhabitants).
2. Evacuate the station and help others do the same.
3. Deal with Zarik Drex
-As they attempt to escape, Drex learns about their presence and becomes fixated on eliminating or capturing them.

Hazards & Complications:
1. Station Collapse
-As the station takes damage, structural integrity begins to fail. Hallways collapse, fires rage, and breached areas require EVA equipment or quick thinking.
-Timed challenges force the two to act quickly or face consequences, such as being cut off from escape routes.
2. Pirate Assault Teams
-Zarik's forces are highly organized, deploying squads of mercenaries, heavily armed droids, and explosives. -These teams will corner and ambush, requiring creative solutions to escape or fight back.

Key NPCs
◇ Zarik Drex

• Role: Antagonist.
• Description: A cunning and ruthless pirate lord who thrives on chaos and power. He values strength and sees Force-users as trophies to used or threats to be eliminated.
• Strengths: Tactical genius, vast resources, and elite enforcers.

◇ Station Overseer Koro Vahn

• Role: Neutral NPC.
• Description: The administrator of Void Haven, desperately trying to coordinate survivors and save the station.
• Strengths: Knowledge of the station’s layout and hidden resources.

◇ Captain Erynn Koss

• Role: Ally/Complication.
• Description: A former Republic officer turned mercenary captain, caught in the chaos.
• Potential Role: She can aid the n evacuating or present a wildcard depending on their choices.

The Void Haven was supposed to be a safe stopover. It wasn’t glamorous, not by a long shot—just a neutral space station perched precariously on the edge of the Unknown Regions. But for Azurine, it had promised to be a straightforward assignment: aid a small group of refugees seeking shelter and transport off-world. No firefights, no complications, no surprises.

She should’ve known better.

The first blast shook the station so violently that she barely stayed on her feet. The overhead lights flickered and dimmed, plunging the marketplace into a twilight haze. A deafening alarm blared through the station, and Azzie’s stomach sank. Shouts of confusion turned to screams of terror as civilians scattered in every direction. She spotted a squad of droids and pirates pouring into the marketplace, their blasters firing indiscriminately.

Her hands instinctively flew to the hilts of her dual sabers. “So much for an easy trip,” she muttered under her breath, ducking behind a vendor stall as a blaster bolt sizzled past her ear. She turned to the group of refugees she had been leading, her voice sharp. “Stick together and find cover! I'll cover the escape!” The refugees hesitated, fear rooting them in place.

"Go!” Azzie barked, this time to any civilians within earshot as well, her every move carrying the determined and fiery authority of someone who’d seen too many people freeze at the wrong moment. She couldn't protect them if they were already dead. Luckily, it worked—they scattered, disappearing into the chaos. She felt a flicker of relief before another explosion rocked the station, nearly knocking her off her feet again. Whatever was going on here, this was the absolute worst time. The first thing she needed to do was get hold of Grandmaster Valery. She was woefully out of her depth given the strength of the explosions and the numbers, which sparked a fear in her chest.

<Master, there's a problem at the Void Haven—> She started, but quickly cut herself off when she noticed the device on her arm was not connecting to any frequencies.

"Son of a sarlacc..."

Diarch Reign​

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: The Void Haven
Tags: Azurine Varek

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The Diarch had stopped at the Void Haven for refueling and something to eat while on his journey back to Bastion. He had taken a personal leave to visit a grand library for a gift for his daughter for her birthday. Returning via the Void Haven, he had imagined a peaceful stop and perhaps a chance to visit with the locals of the area.

But his peaceful trip had been interrupted.

As a blast shook rocked the station and knocked out the overhead lights, the Diarch found himself relying on the force to avoid the people clambering each and every direction. Moving against the flow of civilians, he headed towards the source of the explosion, he found himself in a marketplace seemingly beset with a mix of droids and organics, firing blindly into the crowd of people.

"Pirates" he growled, instantly wary that they were here for him. A Diarch would be a fine prize if they thought they could capture him. Or it could be revenge, the Diarchy's stance on piracy and his brothers actions towards pirates within their space had been nothing short of brutal. Maybe they thought they could get their vengeance by taking him out.

They would find they had bitten off more than they could chew. Pulling into his rage at the death of innocents and being targeted himself, the Diarch would feel as a dark storm within the room, and anyone with a connection to the force would feel the chilling touch of the Dark Side.

Igniting his blood-orange blade, the Diarch advanced, batting blaster fire back at his newfound enemies.

That was until the second explosion rocked the station..
A group of people had fallen to the ground, but debris was heading there direction!
Extending his gloved hand out, The Diarch caught the falling durocrete and steel, just a few feet above the heads of the panicked people.

As he held the debris up, blaster bolts soared his way.. pulling his lightsaber into his off hand he batted them away from himself and the people. Sweat forming on his brow, he turned and yelled "GO NOW" as the civilians ran, he let out a breath and dropped the wreckage.

 

[Azurine Varek]

Unexpected Alliance

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords

“No need for backup, no problem. What could possibly go wrong?” Azurine muttered bitterly to herself, the sharp edge of sarcasm punctuating her words. Peeking around the edge of her cover, spotting a couple of droids mowing down anyone too slow to flee. Her stomach twisted. She couldn't call for support; she couldn’t save everyone. Then, a deep feeling of darkness that was as though the air around her had turned to ice and sent goosebumps down her arms in warning snapped her out of her thoughts. She turned her head sharply—and froze.

Of all the karking people in the galaxy, it had to be him—Reign.

They had crossed paths before, though Azzie couldn’t call it a good one. Their last encounter had been a disaster, a clash of ideals and tempers that had left her fuming for days. However, even then, she had never seen these patterns of such anger in his aura before that deepened the darkness he was surrounded by.

The Sith Diarch was hard to miss, even in the chaos. He stood at the center of the maelstrom, his saber a blur of dark magma light as he deflected bolts with maddening precision. What caught her attention, though, wasn’t his fighting—it was the massive slab of debris hovering precariously above a group of terrified civilians.

Azzie's eyes narrowed after the second of shock wore off. What’s his game? Sith didn’t save people. They manipulated or stood by and watched. Yet here he was, holding falling metal like it was his duty. It made her stomach churn with skepticism. There had to be something he'd serve to gain. She didn't have the time to figure that out, though.

A blaster bolt sizzled past her cheek, snapping her focus back to the immediate threat. The droid that had fired it was already angling its weapon toward Reign. Her mind worked quickly—if the droid hit him, that beam would come crashing down on the very people he was inexplicably trying to save.

“Stars help me,” Azzie whispered as she rendered herself invisible by cloaking her body within the force to launch herself forward. She wasn’t doing this for him. She was doing it for the innocents who’d be crushed. Once she'd given herself a surprise advantage, her sunset and golden blades whirled as she danced between blaster fire, her movements a furious blur of fiery determination. With a final, clean stroke, she severed the droid’s head, its body collapsing in a heap just as the beam was dropped to the ground.

She then turned to face him, her amethyst eyes full of frustration at the entirety of the situation. "Com systems must have been targeted because they're dead." She relayed the fact keeping her words curt. An unspoken acknowledgment that they were stuck in this together and there was no way she was going to be able to get out—and hopefully help as many as she could—on her own.

Diarch Reign​

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Void Haven
Tags: Azurine Varek

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As the final droid fell, The Diarch released the Darkness fueling him. Feeling to the young jedi again like the man she had met on Ossus. Turning to sound of her voice, he was shocked to see a face he recognized. He harbored no ill will towards her, it was the interruption of her master that had caused the sparks to fly when they had last met.

Deactivating his lightsaber and putting the hilt back on his belt, he spoke softly to her, no hint of the rage and darkness left within him.
"Azurine? What a pleasant surprise. It's been quite some time."
He listened to her thoughts about the comm system, noting the tension in her tone.

"Very astute, but why attack this station? The Void Haven is of no true value to anyone out in the galaxy. Unless they are here for you? the Apprentice of the Grand Master is quite the prize."

There was no hint of malice in his words, just concern for the innocents this station served.

He set off towards the command center of the station, if there was any form of defense force left, that is where they would be regrouping. His black cape swaying behind him, he did not wait for the Jedi to accompany him. The last time they had met, it had been regarding esoteric power, something that he needed his brother's help with. Not here though, this was a military conflict, where Reign himself was the master of this domain.

 

[Azurine Varek]

Unexpected Alliance

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords

Azurine stepped cautiously over the fallen droid bodies, her gaze fixed on the Diarch, the loud alarms of the station blaring around them. His presence was like a shadow that clung to the walls of the station, a weight that settled in her bones. Despite his calm demeanor now, she could still sense the echo of the darkness he'd wielded. The memory of their last encounter flared in her mind—so much fury, so much rage. It felt like a lifetime ago, and yet it was still so fresh. She wasn’t certain whether it was his power or his words that unsettled her more.

"I didn't think I'd be seeing you here. Or ever again, for that matter." She muttered, fighting the wave of surprise trying to crest within her.

"From what I was told about this station, it's a neutral crossroads between multiple hyperlanes that are used by the Alliance, trade companies, and other groups. It's one of the only places in this sector where ships can be fueled or repaired, so there are a lot of different people coming and going here." Azzie started thinking through the possibilities of attack. It was out of the way, but a spot with a lot of coming and going. If it was lost, it could be a major inconvenience.

"Aren't you the leader of the Darchy, though?" She eventually asked, knowing full well that if what he had said was the case, she wasn't the only target here.

Part of her expected him to deflect or dodge the words. That was his way, after all—always cryptic, always holding the cards too close. And yet, there was an undeniable truth to what he’d said earlier: she was a target. The apprentice of the Grandmaster. That realization stung more than it should have. If this was about her, how many lives had already been lost because of it?

BOOM. Another explosion shook the station, causing her to brace lest she stumble on her footing.

He turned and began walking toward the direction of the command center, his black cape sweeping behind him like a dark shadow. And yet, there was no trace of aggression in his movement. She quickly made a sweep of the area, noting the symbols on the coats and on the droid metal, before moving in pace with him. Pirates. "Either way, there are people that need to get out of here safely. That's my priority."

Diarch Reign​

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Void Haven
Tags: Azurine Varek

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"I always believed fate would bring us back together, it just happened far sooner than I anticipated"

He called over his shoulder as he walked, he was preoccupied with the station and the beings inside of it. Whatever the young jedi may think of him currently, he was not a monster that would let innocent people die.

He thought about what she said, the station was a prime target for piracy, with many different avenues of wealth. Especially so far out into the void, this is the sole point for many to rest and recharge, everything from traders and merchants to Galactic leaders.

"To answer your question, I am.. one of two at least"
he said with a slight chuckle
"I was only ribbing you. It is far more likely they are after me, not to diminish your importance. The Apprentice of the Grandmaster would be quite a prize, but not quite as appealing as a head of state"

He was nearing the command center as the station rocked again, the defenses needed to be rallied and the survivors located, the rest of this mystery could wait until then.

"On that we can agree, my Jedi friend. Bringing the defenses online and ensuring that everyone on station is either gathered together in a defensible location.. or otherwise.. accounted for, should be priority number one. The pirates won't leave without their prize. While the element of surprise is working for them, we have what they want, so time is on our side."

He stopped, turning fully to look at her again for the first time. His vibrant green eyes so different than the one's tainted by the dark side that she had last seen upon his face.

"I want to make something very clear, should the choice be between saving me, or saving those upon this station, you are to leave me to my fate. The innocents on board are far more important than myself"

 

[Azurine Varek]

Unexpected Alliance

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords

The floor trembled beneath Azurine’s boots as another explosion shook the station, sending sparks raining down from the overhead conduits. She shifted her weight in order to brace herself to keep from being thrown to the side, immediately focusing the force through her feet so as not to be caught off guard later. The Void Haven’s corridors were bathed in a flickering red glow, emergency lights struggling against the smoke.

"Well, this sure is one hell of a kriffing reunion." She said, waving her hands in mock disappointment along with the sarcasm, "It's a shame the cake and confetti must have gotten lost in transit."

Azzie, too, had changed so much in the many months since they had last spoken. There was a wildfire in her eyes that had grown right along with the light of her aura, and she carried a presence to her like that of a beacon—an air of hopeful leadership. The cracked tether that had once accompanied her every move was almost nonexistent now.

Leave him to his fate? The audacity. But that wasn’t what made her pause. No, it was the calm in his voice, the unspoken truth behind his words. One that she wasn't quite sure she trusted. At the same time, she understood it, and fully expected the same. She found herself scoffing, though, arms crossed across her chest, "Believe me, there was never a doubt there." Her voice may have carried a sharpness to it, but her mind faltered with the thoughts that she doubted she could handle this whole situation on her own. "Best case scenario, those behind this probably don't know either of us are here yet. That would at least give us the advantage of surprise."

Azzie’s fierce amethyst eyes met Reign's for a moment, the deep green having not been what she expected in the slightest. She almost did a double take, squinting as she could have sworn they had been blood red the last time she'd encountered him. The emerald she found herself looking into threw her off guard to the point that her thoughts wondered if it was a trick of the light, if she was just misremembering, or—Force forbid—the color had truly shifted.

Before she had the chance to ask or think critically about that fact, the screeching alarms going off around them were interrupted by an equally loud robotic voice echoing through the chambers.

"Warning, warning, external breach detected in sector 23B11."

Azzie halted in her tracks, her mind immediately being drawn to the fact that this was exactly where they were standing.

"Evacuation notice. Depressurization in t-minus two minutes."

Shit.

She looked around quickly, her eyes finally landing on the seal doors across the open station room. Most of the civilians she had seen had fled by now. Or so she thought. There was still a small group, huddled in a corner... and unable to move, being trapped under some fallen beams and thrown stalls. The alarms screamed in the background, and the faint smell of smoke began to seep through the ventilation system, stinging her nostrils.

Diarch Reign​