The Full Reach of Law (GA Dominion of Atrisia Hex)

[Reverance]

Location: Atrisia, Palace of Jar'kai
Objective: Seek out the stench of goodness
Nearby: (presumed) [member="Darth Mephirium"] | [member="Alecandria"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Darth Vitium"] | [member="Bethany Kismet"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U400PmUJWXs​

A tick of the jaw, a twitch of the one good eye left. Nose lifted towards the charred sky, the smell of burning wood and ash filled his nostrils from a long drawn out breath. It was the scent of war, the scent of decay, the scent of destruction and death. Hints of flesh, burning like bright embers in the night, provided visions that might fill the gaps his sight left. He didn't seek out these nuances but instead, muddled through them. His right hand, a broken Voxyn reshaped into the form of an arm, lifted towards the sky. The visage of a beast, formed in the center of the palm, opened it's maw to eject a limp tongue and gutteral sound. As if all the skin and muscle was pulled away from the stomach, one might hear the rumble of hunger as plain as day. But its hunger was for the vestiges of its once potent capacity to hunt force users, Jedi in particular. From the eyes that opened where palm life lines should have existed, Reverance found depth perception in the force auras streaming across the landscape.

He would pull this thread, unraveling the world around him, to yank loose the cord he sought.

The palace was once a monument to the Atrisian heritage, nestled atop a mountain. But the wear and tear of a simple endeavor, as simple as the crusade for a world could be, had riddled it with holes and fault lines - soon to catalyze collapse. The monster, finding comfort in the chaos, took no heed at the growls and moans of beams and durasteel, yearning to fall asunder. For as much as he longed to end these raucous notions of peace and serenity, he desired a painful and eternal end all the same way. In his time spent among the field and blades, he had found a moments sanity through the ideas and theories of something better. But stone erodes, beneath water and air alike, and he was the base form left immutable against such change.

Step by step, he moved through the palace, feeling as much as he could to discern his path. The appendage was a tool for his purpose, though not nearly as mindless as he was originally led to believe. There was a sense of self preservation, hidden away, that the saber slowly chipped and chiseled away. The Vong were a stubborn race, as were their creations, and the sanity of the wielder stood upon a splayed line - outstretched for all to see. Tied to flesh and chitin and cybernetics alike.

The structure was filled with the powerful, a cup splashing over with every quake of the planet. The surface rippled with the actions of mortals, all among their moments of apotheosis, trying their very best to claim what was no ones to own. The universe wasn't a collection of jewels and gems, arrayed together to form strands for viewing pleasure. Planets were teeth against the serrated edge of the knife, each adding length to the bite of the blade. And when they dulled beyond redemption, annihilation was the only answer. But for the clamor of this One Sith Remnant, he could only assume that those left in his wake had forgotten this truth: A planet's value lied only in the power it afforded. And this speck of dirt had been all but demolished.

Feet moved with purpose among an idle minds path. Until he came forward, the location finally revealing itself. There may have been multiple people in the location, all discussing or fighting or strategizing for their next move. But he couldn't seem to care. Instead, his gaze drifted towards the source of this noise that insulted his senses. He felt the pulse of the metal hilt, still concealed within him, as it eagerness transitioned into ire. But Reverance was in control in this moment, however fleeting it may have been. The blade of the Vong Saber had dragged behind him, for the entirety of his walk, carving a trail to mark his path in the alabaster stone.

Power poured out of him, nearly unabated, like blood percolating through a rose tinted scar. There was no levee, no dam, no weir, as it gushed from the muffled force nexus of the dragon hilt lightsaber. He looked upwards, towards whatever might be there to meet his gaze. Though, admittedly, his vacant expression looked beyond it, to the atmospheric noise and violence that called to his very core.

"I cannot remember the people I have killed, the things I have destroyed, any more than the meals I have eaten...even so, they have made me." His expression, empty as it was abysmal, turned to Bethany. "I wonder what impact your death would have on me..." For some, it was a threat. But for those who might have known him, they would understand the expression to more closely parallel a request.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Ria Misrani"] had left her comm on. Three systems away, Ajira had received the final transmission as a message while commanding the Jamillia. She'd never faced such a challenge to her guise as fierce but unremarkable Ajira Cardei. Her anger could have ripped the cruiser in half. Instead, she'd sent the entire audio transmission via secret comm to a certain ship parked above the outskirts of Jar'Kai. The ship was a Sekairo-class insertion courier, an old Fringe dropship that still boasted comprehensive stealth. It had nothing to do with her identity as Ajira, nor with Theed Hangar. It was, instead, operated by Ke'dem. This was the ship that had brought her to Atrisia long before the fight began. It had stayed more or less on site, moving only to avoid mild cataclysms and so forth. Now a trio of Team Nadd commandos, Dark Jedi, emerged from the transport and homed in on Ria's comlink.

One took the body in a fireman's carry and loped back toward the cloaked vessel. Two began following the trail of blood.

 

[Thraxis]

Enemies: [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Joza Perl"]​

Allies: [member="Seria Ventreme"]?​

Loadout: Cruciatus Blades, Executioner Armor, Stun Net, Vambrace, Pistolas​

Thraxis head tilted as he took one final look, "If you're sure then. Hope ya don't die." he said before snapping back to his sprint, his body vaulting over wreckage that had littered the streets as he looked up at the tall winding towers of debris that had become littered around the vicinity, his eyes bouncing back and fourth as he felt heat began to sear all around the debris not caused by no simple bombing run but by pure waves of heat melting and simmering as the rock still hissed with the vestigial heat. He took a few steps through, his sprint falling into a simple waltz as he danced his way around the heated stones before seeing a building cascade, its body collapsing down inside of itself as a trail of superheated dust and stone came vaulting from the buildings mass.

Thraxis braced himself, the splintering heat rupturing against the Phirik as he pressed his arms forward, trying to make some futile distance between himself and the smoldering heat, fractures of stone shattering and flinging, batting against his armor for a few minutes before a subside finally occurred, his breath cumbersome as he flicked on his boots, looking down as the dust settled as he looked down, the bright hot embers burning around his legs before finally his body escaped, a quick rush of still warm air bursting against him, a futile attempt to halt his advance to the skies as the fragments of dust sluggishly peeled off his armor, his body still heated as he flung his body towards another building, the warm stone rubbing against him as he clung with dear life, his body held static by the pull of his fingers finding any crack they could secure their grip to, though any crack found burned with a slight iridescent grin as he quickly mounted himself to another building, following the path as the stone itself bent easily with its heated state, leaving only a few moments of respite before having to dart again to another building.

A few minutes passed, time itself feeling stretched, the same stretched seen when a star is passed at ludicrous speeds, he took pause for a few seconds, finding a building which didn't bend so easily under pressure, the burning of his fingers still felt as he expeditiously made his advance towards the group, a few more images popping up, a single frame matching against a few others. His free hand pressed against the now tinged armor, a slight luminous glow about it as he traversed the torrid landscape, "Well... Better go see if they need some help..." he sighed rushing along the walls, his body descending down before quickly ascending back up, his boots had started to run out of juice before he made his way to the last rooftop. Slowly he bent down, the middle parts of the building were far cooler then the outermost layers, leaving the lustrous glow to finally start to simmer down. As he bent down he took note of the burning flames that had laid waste across the plains of stone. As he bent down he opened up his Motion Detector one more time, looking back and fourth he saw his target, a little distance away was the red Hair, though it wasn't the hair that stood out. He bit his lip, he knew this fight wasn't going to end well if what he thinks was down there. Zeltron... The word rung through his mind a hundred times, at first a wave of calm as he dealt with the realization, but slowly with every new utterance a disgusted form began to take shape in his mind, a snarl grumbling form his mouth before taking himself back to the fight taking note of the wave of heat and stone that had been sent awry from their place and sent spiraling towards the duo.

As he sat there he pulled out a Pistola, his eyes agleam as he looked them up and down, knocking their armor up to something akin to a Jedi or the sort. Which meant either this little one was a Mando or a Sith, and considering he hadn't heard them spewing any nonsense about Honor, chocking it up to the latter was an easy deduction. Slowly he raised his Pistola, waiting for the tirade of heated stone and debris to decease before letting loose two shots in quick succession at both [member="Elpsis Elaris"] and [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]'s feet.

His form raised from the tall building, a free hand pulling out one of the Cruciatus blades from his belt before descending down beside [member="Seria Ventreme"], an upper half of bright iridescent light blazing across his upper most armor as it slowly cooled itself down. The lower part contrasting with a deep shined blackened coloration, giving heed to the Phirik that had laced his body as slowly, short bursts of heat pumping from his feet peppered out, slowing his descent as he finally landed with a gentle last pulse of heat as he finally stood next to what he still assumed was a Sith. "Well, hello their Sirs and Mams, my name..." he paused for a bow, quickly snapping back up as he looked back and fourth, letting the Bravado sink in before finally continuing "Is Baron Thraxis. And I have been hired to assist... The Sith?" he paused for a second, he was told earlier who he was helping, but with the mass of heat, the drunken stupor and the fact he wasn't listening he simply had to take a stab in the dark. "Yeah lets assume the Sith." he said as his last free hand rolled down his side, pulling loose the second Cruciatus blade as he fell into a stance, no Jedi stance, no Form of Swordplay ready, simply holding the blades with a tight grip as his back bent his knees lowered as he let the blades hover at the sides of his knee's.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Ta'yise Betna"]
NEAR TOMB OF SYCORAX
PLANET NECROPOLIS
DAHRTAG SYSTEM

"You getting this?"

"Yeah, boss. The Threep says it's something like...'your claim is suspiciously convenient; please pull me.'"

"Smack the Threep upside the head for you, would you?" Since she'd taken cover, he couldn't see her in the swoop's headlights. He played the bloody tactical glowrod around in the dark, just as he'd done for the Sith. Still, he was as surprised as anyone when the light showed an armored woman with a rifle trying to sneak around him.

Presumably, getting a high-powered flashlight trained on her would affect her behavior.

"Talk Basic, would ya, lady? You understand it well enough."

 

[Tayise Betna]

Location: Near the tomb of Sycorax, Dahrtag system.
Nearby: [member="Jasper Varanin"]
Objective: Fix ship, don't die.

This changed things. Her helmet had tinted itself, saving her eyes from the light itself, but it was quite clear that she was very, very caught. At least, in as much as being caught meant being seen. Her immediate reaction was to raise the rifle for a center mass shot, but logic and reason held her trigger finger. That and the pain in her knee had moved up to her hip and down to her ankle, which was Not Good.

"What, your translator can't keep up?" she spat, primarily out of anger at the pain moving throughout her leg. She'd have done so literally, but helmets tended to prevent that sort of thing. All things considered, she knew she was in a spot of trouble, only half of which was now the ship. "Mechanics don't just show up at the scene of a crash. This isn't a holofilm. I've not been down for maybe five minutes and you show up. Unless your house is literally underneath my ship, which I doubt, I figure you're probably a scavver."

She figured she was at least partially right. She'd only been awake for maybe five or ten minutes and she was fairly certain she'd only crashed moments, maybe minutes before, but she couldn't be certain and she hadn't thought to check a chronometer at all, much less double check the ship for anything that could tell her how long she'd been down.

"Scavvers don't travel alone, at least not smart ones. Where's the rest of your crew, catching up?" she demanded, trying her best to ignore the pain that now traveled from her left foot to her left waist. "Best clear off, the lot of you. The rest of my clan is~ Agh!"

The pain spiked and the muscles of her knee gave out. Only by using the butt of the rifle in her hands was she able to keep herself from going face first into the ground, but only barely. The shock exacerbated the pain in her leg and shot it up higher into her torso just as her right leg started to twinge just as the left had done.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

NEAR TOMB OF SYCORAX
PLANET NECROPOLIS
DAHRTAG SYSTEM
[member="Ta'yise Betna"]

That was a serious rifle and some serious legs. The threat, in his estimation, less so.

"Yes, I'm a scavenger. Yes, I'm also a mechanic; you'd be surprised how well those two occupations dovetail. No, my translator can't keep up with you, because my translator is a guy named D'Iego feeding audio snippets to half a C-3PO unit in a sheetmetal shed. Now let's get back to what I'm doing here, because it's about as legitimate as that gun. Here's the deal: I'm an outlaw tech. I modify ships, personal ships mostly. Right now I'm contracting with Weebo's Starship Emporium about twenty klicks south of here."

He was talking a little quicker than normal, he noticed: nervousness. She looked angry and in pain, and that rifle had his attention.

"You might have noticed the refugee ships in orbit and on the ground? Sith...nonsense going on around Atrisia? My job right now is stripping down the ships that'll never fly again and patching up the ones that will. Your ship is either worth fixing or worth a small fortune chopped into parts. Better believe it's got my interest, but not in any way that screws with you. As for why I'm here? Total coincidence. I was beating up a Sith just around the corner when you crashed. Might have noticed you're in an ancient graveyard?"

 

[Tayise Betna]

Location: Near the tomb of Sycorax, Dahrtag system.
Nearby: [member="Jasper Varanin"]
Objective: Fix ship, don't die.

"Atrisia? Sith?" she didn't know she had gone so far off track. She was, quite literally, on the other side of the galaxy for real. She'd thought it had been figurative, which meant she was in far deeper trouble than she had thought. "What... what planet is this?"

He'd mentioned a graveyard, but the concept was fairly foreign to her. Mandalorians didn't have graveyards or any real burial rites. Once the body was dead, the spirit gone to join the Manda, the empty shell was worthless. Food for plants and worms. The useful things like armor, clothing, and equipment were taken and the body discarded either in mass graves or by burning depending on the situation. Sometimes they were just left out in the open. It wasn't that they didn't care, it was a matter of practicality.

She tried to get up, but only achieved another spill. This time the rifle wasn't enough and she wound up on all fours. The pain was in both legs and quickly shooting up her torso making even the act of moving the lower half of her body torture all in its own. Her fight or flight reactions kicked in and she could almost feel the adrenaline pumping into her system as she tried to force herself up and towards the ship. These sorts of attacks were rare, but unpredictable enough that her parents tended to keep extra supplies just for these situations anywhere and everywhere, which generally meant there was probably something inside the Pathfinder that would solve the problem or, at least, help in some way.

Her HUD flickered a warning, notifying her that her heart rate and blood pressure had spiked, but she flicked an eye over the icon to silence it. All care and thought about the scavenger mechanic that had found her was gone, replaced with the need to get inside the ship itself.

Wordlessly, she started to half fall, half crawl inch by painful inch towards the Pathfinder.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

NEAR TOMB OF SYCORAX
PLANET NECROPOLIS
DAHRTAG SYSTEM
[member="Ta'yise Betna"]


"This is Dahrtag. Necropolis. Well, Necropolis used to be Dahrtag, and it's in the Dahrtag system. Uh, Giju Run, halfway between Atrisian and Herglic space. The whales?"

He squinted, watching her...flop her way back toward the wrecked ship. "That does not look healthy. Okay, look, Weebo's has a medical droid that more or less knows what it's doing. If you hop on, uh, behind me, I'll get you there, the droid can patch you up, and we can talk about the future of your ship. How's that sound? Feth, you're still crawling."

She was passing between tombstones; he trained the light on her and moved to follow. "Look, knock it off, you're going to hurt yourself. You need something from the ship, is that it? I can get it for you. Just seriously...I know you've got the whole warrior woman thing going on, and that's great, and it works for you, but you look like you're about to herniate something important."

 

[Tayise Betna]

Location: Near the tomb of Sycorax, Dahrtag system.
Nearby: [member="Jasper Varanin"]
Objective: Fix ship, don't die.

She managed to pull herself up on something hard and unmoving. She thought it was a rail or low all until she could see, with hazy vision, inscriptions of some kind. The back of her mind correlated the statement of 'graveyard' the man had given earlier with the inscription on the slab of stone of some kind. Somewhere, she realized that she'd crashed into a field of buried dead, ironically enough. If she weren't in so much pain, she'd find it almost funny.

The pain had reached up to her upper torso and had started to pulse, which was both good and bad. It was good, because she'd get short, brief lulls in between pulses where the pain was almost bearable. It was bad because the peaks of those pulses would be akin to getting with a handful of tasers set to maximum power all over her body. She tried to stand once more, but the the first pulse hit and she wordlessly slumped down, her voice muffled by clenched teeth. Thankfully, she'd managed to slump with her back to the stone rather than over it.

That was when she realized that the scavenger was still around and speaking. She didn't hear much of what he said and made sense of even less, but she knew that, maybe, if she could catch her breath between pulses she might be able to get a word out or two.

"... Ship ha- Hnnnnng-... Med-kit. Auto-injec- Grahhhh!" the words were strangled, almost incomprehensible, as she tried to time it between pulses of blinding pain. Thankfully, or perhaps unfortunately in a way, this particular attack wasn't enough to render her unconscious. "Red... says T- Hrrrnnnnng!"

She couldn't get more than the first sound of her name out, but that was all she could manage. The pulses were far too frequent now as the pain intensified. With luck, the back part of her mind figured, the scavenger would help. If not, she'd have to wait until the attack passed, which usually took hours to die down.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

NEAR TOMB OF SYCORAX
PLANET NECROPOLIS
DAHRTAG SYSTEM
[member="Ta'yise Betna"]

"Well, this is awkward."

Most of that had come through garbled, but 'medkit' and 'inject' seemed straightforward enough. He took off his helmet and hung it from the swoop's handlebars, in hopes of hearing more. She didn't oblige.

"Uh, give me a second. I'll be right back."

He looked back and forth between the fallen girl and the crumpled pop can of a ship. He should have been overjoyed at the thought of poking around in a Mandalorian patrol cutter -- with permission, no less -- but he couldn't enjoy the moment. Medical anything was pretty far outside his expertise. She could be dying or something. A dial shifted the glowrod to wide-angle mode as he ducked through a rent in the plating and started, well, poking around. And all right, maybe he found a couple interesting components along the way, but he didn't take them.

In due course he emerged with a battered medkit and cracked it open on a fallen tombstone. "You're going to have to help me out here," he said. "Not sure which one you need." He held up a datapad and started scanning labels. "D'Iego, you getting this?"

"Looking up the names now, boss."

"Excellent. Let me know if anything unusual pops up. Or a good painkiller."

 

[Julius Sedaire]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OzvasAJIHb4​

[member="Zark"] | @Elipsis Ellaris | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Ajira Cardei"]

This thing was not happy. It roared, it squalled in torment. Baradium missiles? That sort of offense was not something one expected. Tentacles spasmed, convulsed, and chunks of it blew off, flying into space, some glowing with imbued Force as the combined might of Ostanes wielding his staff and the channeling the Force Storm impacted the things' hide. Bone, tentacle, fang and more exploded from the contacts, and the purple beam of nexus like energies blasted out from the ship Ostanes was riding in. Other elements of the fleet began to limp away, or re-deploy further away from the wrecked planet. What he was doing was risky. Downright insane, really.

Ostanes was pulling all energy into him he could. From the ritual from the Taurannik Codex. From his staff and it's connection to a being as strong or stronger the Lotek'k in its' own way. From his own power. And channeling what he could of a raw Force Storm to further fuel his efforts. Nexus' across the Galaxy, the stronger ones anyway, would flux. Odd events might happen. Stones floating of their own accord. Glowing lights. Odd mists. Obeah screamed, a raw sound through the Force itself, as Ostanes shoved the very being of the Force Deity/Spirit through the channel of the staff, cracks appearing in the glowing hjarna stone, even it itself over-taxed. Power unimaginable, even for a skilled sorcerer like Ostanes, and suddenly, there ceased to be noise.

The Force went quiet. Nexus' that had been affected by the events went quite, and then just dead for a split second. Then the torrent of purple Force energy turned pure, bright white. Those familiar would realize it as Force Light. Ostanes began to glow the same translucent white-gold as the beam itself, fading like a photo negative. A slight sigh would echo across the aether, as if relieved, and Ostanes would slowly vanish from the decking, a powerful and staggering Force presence suddenly flooding the area around Atrisia, before the Lotek'k began to sink back into the rift from whence it came. The fight was not done, not yet, but the being was on the precipice and would take only a minor push to slay it in full, though the summoning and banishment and other events had caused a definitive Wound in the Force.

In the Netherworld, [member="Ember Rekali"] would see, for a brief moment, Ostanes as he was before the insanity with the binding of Obeah. A smile on his face, as he nodded briefly. The spirit would feel a comfort, as if the hand of a wise friend on his shoulder, before the contact faded. [member="Seydon of Arda"], wherever he was, would merely feel a wash of regret, and a feeling of farewell, with the voice of Ostanes in his mind, whispering unknown things. [member="Draco Vereen"] would feel merely a sense of passing, of lessening, before feeling the self-same tug that faded that the Dunaan felt.

Ostanes was no more, not in the sense they knew him... And he had perhaps found redemption in sacrifice, finally...

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Palace Courtyard; Jar'Kai, Atrisia.
Objective: Survive the War.
Nearby Allies: [member="Darth Mephirium"] | [member="Alecandria"] | [member="Bethany Kismet"] | [member="Nick Sept"]
Nearby Foes: [member="Reverance"], [member="Darth Vitium"]

Turning at the sound of a familiar voice at his back, Veiere's eyes landed on [member="Nick Sept"] in something of a strongly surprised glare, staring the apparition up and down as if not quiet believing who and how the figure had come to arrive there. "I know you..." Veiere muttered under his breath, the battle of Mimban had seen many casualties though he'd not learned of Nick's fate there or anywhere else. The Galactic Republic had soon collapsed within itself and the Jedi Order had failed to secure a foothold strong enough to maintain and guide the head of governance. Had they the peace to converse, Veiere would have had a great many questions not to mention a very strongly remorseful apology for being separated during the last fight they'd shared together, the warlock they had come to confront, had too escaped Veiere's knowledge and understanding.

Before Darth Vitium however, came [member="Reverance"] and his presence was immeasurable. Turning to watch as the Goliath of evil and malcontent approached them, he answered Nick's question rather matter of factually; "We're fighting on the side of Atrisia, The Galactic Alliance brought the attack to this world...", his tone however faded into silence as he listened to the Sith Lord's request. The Jedi Knight required no further incentive, his hand tugging the hilt clear of his belt and pressing his thumb against the activation toggle, a loud and clear-cut hiss erupted with the vibrancy of blue energy. A brief glance was cast aside to that of [member="Darth Mephirium"], his brows furrowing, his concern well clear and evident though not to be mistaken for cowardice, "Clearly this one is not one of yours...". The comment was spoken with a forced hint of both skepticism and sarcasm; though it ran far more serious when he turned back to look to the approaching envoy of darkness, "Violence begets violence Cyril, I do wish you had listened to my advice when you had the chance...".

The blade of obsidian, an aura of violet and red flares of unstable energy churning throughout the Sith Lords lightsaber seemed to very much reflect the darkness hanging over the World. Death was rife in the air and within their immediate proximity, those of the light were far and few between, just barely able to be picked up through Veiere's senses, his mind unclear, clouded by the environment that sought to drown them all; he moved to take a single step forward at the notion of the other Jedi's death. While making no further move, he awaited the response of the Sith and too the approval of [member="Bethany Kismet"] who had been called out. Though he knew her not, he knew her to be of the Jedi Order and therefore found it his duty to ensure that she knew there were others there to fight alongside her.

 

[Tayise Betna]

Location: Near the tomb of Sycorax, Dahrtag system.
Nearby: [member="Jasper Varanin"]
Objective: Fix ship, don't die.

It seemed like an eternity until she heard something nearby. An eternity of pain and throbbing waves of torture. Should couldn't quite understand him, her mind wasn't exactly working quite right as every nerve ending in her body lit itself on fire. What she could understand was that he'd brought a box out with him and, hopefully, the right one; the med kit.

She couldn't talk, the pain was too great to do much more than wheeze and grunt in between the waves of nerve-fire. Instead, she did the only thing she figured she might be able to do. Taking a second between the waves, she activated the ID chip on her helmet, setting it to ping on all nearby systems. One shaking hand reached up and after a few tries undid the seals on the helmet. With what seemed to be a superhuman effort, she managed to push the helmet off one handed, letting it bounce off one pauldron and onto the ground near the scavenger. With luck, he'd figure it out.

"Red... Name..." she managed to barely gasp out before the next wave hit and the world erupted into pain once more.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay passed Cillian in the hallway of the Presidential Palace on Commenor. As the young pilot looked to her, his eyes showed regret, fear and concern. Normally he was the cocky sort, so this was highly unusual for him. She stopped and turned around, changing her direction to follow him. Her tea break could wait. "Cillian? Are you alright?"

"Yes Kay--I mean, Madam President"

"Don't worry about the formalities. You don't look alright. Where's Veiere?"

His name struck a chord with the young pilot, and Kay saw it in the way that hus pace sped up. "Master Veiere told me not to tell you."

She took hold of his arm and yanked on it, forcing Cillian to stop and face her."Why would he say that? He told me that he was going to Sriluur to seek out Flannigan. That is where he went...right?"

Cillian sighed. In truth he was very worried for the man and knew that Kay wasn't going to drop the issue until she got what she wanted. "No. Master Veiere is on Atrisia to help out his friend. He gave me orders to drop him off and come back here."

"Atrisia?! But it's a bloodbath!!" She tightened her grip on his arm and pointed down the hallway. "I don't care if he hates us for this, but you get back there and find him. Have a med team with you! He's trying to keep you safe, but he'll need you! I would go myself, but I wouldn't be able to get out of Commenori space without being stopped. Now go! GO!!" She pushed him hard towards the landing pads, and signalled for a few guards that were listening in, to be sure that her orders were followed. Without much choice, Cillian headed outside.

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The Vegabond dropped out of hyperspace in sight of Atrisia, but not close enough to be engaged in the battle. Cillian flew the ship just outside of orbit at the same trajectory to where he dropped off [member="Veiere Arenais"] . Turning on his comm channel that they shared, he sat in his pilot's chair and cleared his throat before speaking. "Master, the President forced me to disobey. The Vegabond is near if you need us." He sat back and waited. No matter what the outcome, he was going to be in trouble.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

NEAR TOMB OF SYCORAX
PLANET NECROPOLIS
DAHRTAG SYSTEM
[member="Ta'yise Betna"]

"What was that? Red, name?"

"Sounded like it to me."

"Cause you know, boss, a couple things in there are red. And one looks like a prescription for a 'taw-yiyze betna.'"

"Taw-yize?" In the light of the glowrod, Jasper set the datapad aside and picked out what looked like a prescription container -- pill bottle, inhaler, injector, something along those lines. It rattled, but a lot of things rattled. Feeling mildly squicked out, he eased the red container into the woman's hand.

"There's the red thing with your name on it. That what you were after?"

 

[Tayise Betna]

Location: Near the tomb of Sycorax, Dahrtag system.
Nearby: [member="Jasper Varanin"]
Objective: Fix ship, don't die.

She felt something pushed into her hand as she tried to make sense of the scavenger's words. A quick look down showed, despite her blurry vision, that he'd at least found the appropriate container. Her hands weren't quite working properly and her attempts to open the container got her nowhere. Frustrated, she slammed the container into the fallen tombstone with a muffled shriek of agony. The container shattered, the lid broke off, and she could feel the auto-injector underneath the gauntlet and shards of plastic.

This time, dexterity didn't matter. Clumsy hands managed to rip off the cap for the cylinder and a spasming thumb found the small safety on the opposite end of the auto-injector. Aiming for the only exposed flesh on her body made by the removal of the helmet. It took her a couple more tries as she waited for the lull between the waves of pain to hit. On the third or fourth try, she wasn't keeping count, the end of the injector met skin and she applied as much pressure as she could.

She couldn't hold in the gasp as the needle pierced her flesh and her veins turned ice-cold. It wasn't an immediate cure, but she could already feel the relief as the painkillers did their work, numbing the nerve endings and slowly stopping the waves of agony. For a moment, the medication threatened to overwhelm her, something she figured was due to the injection site. Normally it was injected into her leg or arm when the attacks hit and usually she was a bit more responsible about the medication. The attacks were rare, but it seemed her stubbornness about carrying an injector at all times was finally coming back to bite her.

Her breathing was a bit more regular now, though still labored and she could feel the waves of agony trying to break through despite the numbing effect the pain medication brought about. Her vision wasn't quite clear, not yet, but she could make out the outline of the scavenger better than she could before.

"Vor..." she managed to wheeze out at first, gulping down a grunt of pain from a residual wave. "Vor entye..."

She forced one hand up and towards the man who'd helped her, attempting a more regular greeting rather than the rather ad hoc and more or less hostile one she'd given him before the attack hit in full.

"Ni cuyir... Ta'yise... Aliit Betna Alor be adiik..." And with that minor introduction, and despite her best efforts, Ta'yise passed out entirely.

OOC:

Spoiler

"Vor..." "Vor entye..."
"Thank..." "Thank you..."

"Ni cuyir... Ta'yise... Aliit Betna Alor be adiik..."
"I am... Ta'yise... Daughter of Clan Betna's Chieftain..."
Lit: I am... Ta'yise... Clan Betna Chieftain's Child

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Atrisia orbit, engaging Space Cthulu
Objective: Finish the job
Allies: [member="Zark"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Vilin"] [member="Ajira Cardei"]
Enemies: Big Cthulu monster and I supposed Dominion forces

Unknown: [member="Ostanes"]

Forces:


3,750 meters of Aurora Industries security assets

3x Judicator-class Cruisers
++ Fighter craft are split between AI-07s and AI-09s
5x Kantos-class War Frigates




Taeli blinked at the light show going on from the neutral fleet, even as the Lotek'k suffered from the barrage of attacks from the Alliance forces and the beam of purple.... holy kark... whatever was unleashed by the neutral fleet was immensely powerful. She had to shield her eyes from the brightness of the Force attack that could only be described as a beam of cosmic proportions. The creature was almost spent once it faded, barely clinging to life... but there had been a change in space now. A Wound in the Force had been opened, and the Forceful presence among the neutral fleet was gone?

"Master Raaf... what was..." the bridge officer muttered, trying to find words.

Taeli stayed silent, just staring out at the extremely wounded monster and what had just occurred. Her thoughts re-engaged. She could dwell and ponder on these events later, for now they needed to deal with the big monster still here and whatever was still going on on the planet's system. There was still a war being fought across the sector.

"All guns, open fire on the Lotek'k," Taeli finally ordered, her ships having moved into position during the chaos. Some might quibble about preservation of life, but the Lotek'k was an ancient evil and the galaxy would be better off without the possibility of it being summoned again, and possibly next time on a planet. That just wouldn't do at all. The crew took a second or two to jump to as the saying went, still dazed by things beyond anything they had seen before.

That last all of a few seconds as the first batteries opened up, turbolaser fire and missile launching from all eight Aurora ships directly at the Terror from Beyond. It would be a mighty conflagration, and when it was all said and done, she fully expected only to find pieces of the monster floating in space. Or so she hoped would be the case when the viewport cleared of all the turbolaser and missile impacts.

 

[Kana Truden]

Enemies: [member="Darth Mephirium"] // [member="Darth Malakai"] Kruel Zing @The Gray Assassin Rapax // [member="Lord Ajihad"] // [member="Lark"]

Allies: [member="Adele Adonai"] // [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] // [member="Spencer Varanin"] // [member="HK-36"] // [member="Elpsis Elaris"] // [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]


Ash still pelted against her cheeks, against the fabrics of her robes as Kana continued to close the gap between herself and Varanin. It was almost amusing how very familiar the entire scene was to Kana, the smell of burning embers from trees that once used to be. The stench of dust from buildings that used to stand. Every single step was yet another walk through the same old facade that she had gotten herself acquainted with over a lengthy career as a jedi. The only difference was that this time around it wasn’t the people that she had fought for that was on the receiving end of the fire. It was an unforgiving world view, it was in many regards a very unjedilike world view, but at this point it was all that Kana had left. She had seen combat, war and suffering for long enough to quite simply push it aside, grow all the more apathetic to it.

As such it was no real surprise that as soon as the metally clang of a detonator hit the ground in her near vicinity she had her gears kicked into gear. Eyes set on the explosive device, right hand extended in its direction to fling it straight up into the air to dispose of its threat. The loud bang of the grenade filled the area and Kana felt the ringing in her ears grow stronger. Even if just for a short moment. While she hadn’t seen who had thrown it she remained alert for clues and directions. Giveaways that could help her avoid further attacks.

The blonde woman, who Kana had not been quite sure if she was a Master of the Force or a lowly grunt in the army or not, asked for help. Kana gently lowered the other blonde towards the ground into a kneeling position. A shield was brought up in doing so to protect the both of them from damage and shield them from the ever growing layer of dust that laid upon the ground. Ash fragments battered and stuck to the luminous blue orb that surrounded the two orbs before Kana released the shield into a small force blast looking to set a mixed cloud of dust and ash around the two.

Their foes had the tactical advantage of invisibility, but it was the healer’s hope that in surrounding themselves and lowering visibility in their near vicinity they’d not only be harder to spot from afar but also give away the location of any and all who wished to remain unseen. After all, merely not being seen was one thing. Allowing the flow of dust and ash to pass through you was another.

The healer closed her eyes and raised her arm to be placed on the other blonde’s shoulder.

“I need you to focus, be my eyes for this.” Kana grabbed part of her robe and raised it above her nose to take a deep breath. Pride and dignity was one thing, not inhaling dust was another. “If you know how to control your breath using the force now would be a good time to practice it.”

The healer focused on the damages. With her hand remaining on the shoulder Kana began her work. Healing wasn’t quick work, but the woman had to try. The force seeped into Varanin’s skin like an anesthetic being smeared over the surface of her entire body. Her pain was Kana’s to fix at a cost she had not predicted. The healer got to work on fixing the burns when her own skin began to burn. Kana wasn’t just fixing it, she was absorbing it as the pain that was once Spencer Varanin’s started to shift owner.

It was like a bad tan or holding your hand over a candle for too long. Uncomfortable, negatable and something that bacta could have fixed should Kana have brought it.

But Kana had not brought any bacta and as such she would have to focus on herself later. For a few more moments though, she would continue her treatment and eventually let Varanin go off to do whatever she desired again.

 

[Nick Sept]

Location: Palace courtyard, beneath a mad sky, walking a wounded world.
Objective: My own amusement, maybe save a few lives if I'm lucky.
Friends: [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Bethany Kismet"], also surprisingly [member="Darth Mephirium"] and [member="Alecandria"]
Foes: [member="Reverance"] [member="Mala Arar"] and [member="Darth Vitium"] it seems.

[youtube]https://youtu.be/VnT7pT6zCcA[/youtube]


The man smirked. He recognized the voice of the man. The last fellow to fight alongside him on the day he died. He wondered about a great many things, and hoped they could talk after all this. Depended on how long this all took, honestly. Appraising those who were apparrently on one side of the conflict, the phrase "motley crew" seemed a bit generous. Aside from his own sorry excuse for an undead monster, there was a heroic jedi who seemed to enjoy beign in the wrong place at the wrong time, some woman who looked trained, but not particularly exprienced in battle, and two random sithy types (these guys always seemed to have the same fashion sense he did--too much black and not enough skin) who both looked ominous, but felt more politically minded than combative. Although, he had taught senators to throw a proper punch, he could the same with sith. Then again, he was probably just being pessimistic.



The three figures each before them, on the other hand, were all definitely more the dangerous type. He'd seen men like the one-eyed man before on the battlefield--dispassionate murderers who were eager to fight, wantign to prove themelves, wonderign if each day would be the one they met theri match. A lot of clones who specialized in wet-work got the same kinda of personality this man seemed to show. The nickname for them was "death-seekers." Then, there was the sassy redhead who wast trying to consume every ounce of negative emotion in the area and build a swarm of incandescent...something. These two....this was bad.




[youtube]https://youtu.be/Axb7fF8nldU[/youtube]




The man smirked. He recognized the voice of the man. The last fellow to fight alongside him on the day he died. He wondered about a great many things, and hoped they could talk after all this. Depended on how long this all took, honestly. Appraising those who were apparrently on one side of the conflict, the phrase "motley crew" seemed a bit generous. Aside from his own sorry excuse for an undead monster, there was a heroic jedi, some woman who looked trained, but not particularly exprienced in battle, and two random siths who both looked ominous, but felt more politically minded than combative. Although, he had taught senators to throw a proper punch, he could the same with sith. Then again, he was probably jsut being pessimistic.



The three figures each before them, on the other hand, were all definitely more the dangerous type. He'd seen men like the one-eyed man before on the battlefield--dispassionate murderers who were eager to fight, wantign to prove themelves, wonderign if each day would be the one they met theri match. A lot of clones who specialized in wet-work got the same kinda of personality this man sseems to show. The nickname for them was "death-seekers." Then, there was the sassy redhead who wast trying to consume every ounce of negative emotion in the area and build a swarm of incandescent...something. These two....this was bad. He'd have to make a move, then.






[youtube]https://youtu.be/-etbkqh2ar4[/youtube]


But, the two jedi coudl likely handle the one sith (heh) side-eyeing (more heh) them. Nick simply nodded. "Decent enough answers. I still owe you a long talk and a drink, Jedi, don't die here," he said dryly as he walked towrds the ominous redhead. She was feeding off of wrath, and rage and anger and fear. Typical dark-side routine, really. Find the worst in people and push it to its edge, turn discontent into riot and grief into war, and then feed on it. Frankly, it reminded him more of a weaposn dealer. But most of those saw themselves as kings as well.


He stopped about twenty feet from the woman. He smiled. "So, tell me, Red" he said as he twirled the cigar in his hand, no weapon or even a damn lighter handy, "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" After all, if this woman was a true lord of the sith, war, hatred, death threats and bluster, she'd be used to that. Pick up lines from a dead man who was quite clearly too weird to stay dead, and too crazy to keep on living? He hoped that might give her pause. If nothing else, it'd certainly screw up the tempo of all this. And frankly, what was the point of a undead seantor who couldn't filibuster?


"I gotta admit, the ambience you're setting's pretty chic-- a little cliche, but chic. Then again, you Sith never were good at avoiding past mistakes, were you?" He mused, waggling his cigar as if to taunt the woman. It was teasing, but she wanted to rebuke this world? She needed to learn how to argue. "Tell me, if you're so certain of the power of the dark--why hasn't it won yet? I mean, this little war between light and dark is older than everyone currently fighting it put together. We've been doing this for literally hundreds of thousands of years, if the oldes texts are to be believed....." he pointed with one arm to the sky. "How many worlds do you need to shatter with these tantrusm before it becoems obvious that force doesn't want the damn conflict to end?"

 

[H3xle]

[member="Darth Malakai"] [member="causstik rahn"] [member="draco vereen"]

The Sith acolyte proved more agile than she had at first surmised, her estimation of his skills going up in her head as he tried to move to take her head from her shoulders with a quick stroke. The place where the lightsaber had contacted her armorweave suit was slightly discolored, and her left arm hurt from the burn, but that hadn't slowed her down at all.

Following her own momentum, now that her opponent had slid out of the way, Taryc bowed her head, then shoulders, and rolled forward. The sweep of the red blade missed her entirely as she came up standing closer to his rear leg than his front. Quick as a snake, she unfurled her body in a turn, leading again with her blade, now in both hands. Her sword, whose flames were a bright blue color now, seared the air as it came around at midsection height. Her left foot, now her front foot, slid forward to give her extra reach, going off of the assumption that the Sith acolyte would try to body void backward.