The Hand That Mocked Them (Levantine Sanctum Dominion of Tash-Taral)

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Seydon of Arda"]

The monster's war-cry shuddered Alec's spine and twisted her gut, even from where she stood -- behind it, and behind its point of ingress to the house. Holding back vomit, she leaned against the broken wall and tried not to drop her machete. From inside came the sounds of Seydon's long blade hacking flesh. "Back up," he said tersely, and she shoved away from the shack, reeling toward the Star Destroyer's slope. A gout of flame silhouetted the creature, not in a burst but in a sustained way. The edges of the hole caught fire.

The cleanly defined silhouette told her the Sithspawn had yet to turn away from the greater threat. It likely sensed her, but right now it had to know that ignoring Seydon would be fatal.

So she locked on the vibro-machete's pulse generators and threw it overhand.

Most knives were useless for throwing, let alone a full-sized machete. The blade didn't whirl so much as tumble, writhing in midair as its surfaces caught the hot rush of smoke. But the vibrogenerators would put this blade through metal armor, or take a limb off by accident. For a long moment nothing happened. The handle had struck the monster's back, maybe -- no, it was turning. Her machete had sunk into its back at a drooping angle. The flames outlined it and then the vibro-machete melted away, leaving molten shards inside the Sithspawn's torso. Mouth dry, Alec switched her ostrine brass knuckles to her right hand.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Eyrecae Alzari"], [member="Project Uriel"]
(3/20)


Siobhan had seen the opponent she suspected to be a droid get blown away by her shockwave, but then she lost track of her when suddenly two rancor-sized technobeasts appeared, the earth itself shaking under their steps. Then she heard a very familiar sound, the flat crack of a bolter being fired.


Her opponent seemed to have been knocked aside by one of the techno-rancor-beasts and the shots did not seem to be that precise, but explosive bolts caused area of effect damage. Never mind the fact that they exploded on impact, which made telekinesis quite ineffective against them. However, there was perhaps no Force-user more experienced in the use of the bolter than Siobhan. Moreover, she was wearing beskar'gam.


The Force flowed through her muscles and she abruptly shot upward into the air. The warheads impacted close to the space she had vacated moments ago. Outside of the immediate casualty area, but still close enough to feel some of the impact of the blast. Beskar'gam meant that shrapnel would not tear into her skin and burn her flesh. The protective energies of the Force mitigated the effects of the distant blast. It still felt like someone had bashed her over with a hard hammer and so she was knocked backward through the air. Her left shoulder felt like it had been given a good bashing.


Eyrecae was dealing with the technobeast-rancors, so rather than pay them any mind Siobhan surged through the sky, pulling up further into the sky. Energy-intensive? Definitely, but by now she had plenty of experience with this. Up in the sky she felt liberated and almost indomitable, free of the frailties that so often plagued her body now. Moreover, it was a good way of getting a good look over the battlefield when normally all the rocks and the cover they provided would have obscured her vision.



There she found the adversary, having apparently sought cover behind a larger boulder. Since she was clad from head to toe in armour, Siobhan would be unable to discern the possible droid's identity. As for the armour in question, it seemed undamaged save for a few scratches. Either Sio's telekinetic blast had not hit her properly or she was perhaps using some sort of energy shield. As she glided in the air, she exerted her telekinetic will, drawing in aphotic might.


Abruptly her telekinetic fingers would wrap around the droid's mechanical arms and legs as she sought to crush her limbs and render them nonfunctional, spreading them at an unnatural angle and speed. Siobhan could throw boulders, toss Sith Masters like ragdolls and crush the bridge tower of a battleship, she could break the droid as well. At least that was the goal and she did have a bit of an ego.


With each moment that passed these dreadful mind chains would tighten, comparable to the way an anaconda wrapped itself around a human and tried to crush her, only a lot stronger. As invisible telekinetic chains sought to wrap themselves around the droid's body, Siobhan would attempt to lift her high into the air, then suddenly bring her down with amazing speed and bash her, body and skull against the boulder. Repeatedly. With the force of a speeder collision.


Force Crush, as the colloquial term was, just happened to be one of her signature moves. In her use of the Force Siobhan was like an ox or a battering ram. Unrefined, unsubtle and her tricks were few. But those things she did know, she knew very well.

 

[Seydon of Arda]

It stared, dully. A floating piece of broken machete steel, cooling on its blood, seeped onto the carpet from a part in its ribs. It laboured for air and suckled deeply, in spite of broken pops emanating from its flailed ribcage. There was no telling between blood stains belonging to a still unseen victim, and the rubber-coarse wash of pink, syrupy liquid running and clinging like sugar onto its hide and fur. The right arm was rendered lame by Seydon's second, rending blow. Alec's make-do half-sword toss had melted through at least two quadrants of its abdomen. If it didn't keel over from traumatic blood loss, then the ruination of its liver, spleen, and at least one kidney would push it into shock.

No amount of plasma harvesting would be enough to resuscitate it's healing factor. Regardless, egged on by pain, instinct, and mortal abandon, it stumbled forward on its talons. Seydon stepped, flickering out of its reach. It slapped its good arm forward in a knuckle-jab, exploding a dishpan hole through a thin side of walling, raking its claws down through the wainscoting. Another piston-blow, that long arm with palm and claws extended. Seydon hunched low and bent onto his right hip, kicking from the flooring into a closed roll. The bat-thing struck its forearm through the kitchen counter, bursting wood and pre-fab plastics into a cyclone of particle debris. It tried turning on its wounded shoulder, at a struggle to keep up with the blur dodging at the edge of its peripheral.

Then Winterfang killed it. Unexpectedly, the Dunaan approached it at the left. He was already stepping through a slaying velocity, transitioning his arcing blade from a low guard at his hip into an upward crescent slash, flowing into another ready guard before he brought it's centre-of-percussion across, as fast as a thought. The beast fell apart; it's arm separated aside and fell twitching to a tattered rug, before its skull opened back like a lid. Brain and gangrenous ichor went spilling as it trembled, before stuttering through a prolonged trip and collapsing into a singed mess on its spine.

“Shid, you stink...” Seydon muttered. He cleaned Winterfang with a length of crusted, threadbare washcloth, taking a knee beside the corpse. A broad longknife flashed into its belly, carved a hook through the underside of its ribs. Intestinal tract and what looked like the cooked remains of three solid organs gaped over onto the ground. In another moment, he had a seven chambered heart held clenched in his fist. The Dunaan felt Alec's eyes on him, and rose as he slowly torched it in his palm. “Have to be sure. Vampire types can be tricky healers. ...You alright?”

[member="Alec Rekali"]

 

[Kaili Talith]

[ JAKAN PORT ]
[ MARKETPLACE ]
[ POST 2/20 ]

Her walk got her into town. The looks on the people who got close enough to her said it all. Once more the orange hues of her eyes made them interested or reek of how uncomfortable it made them. At times it was hard to tell which it was but the young girl had learned how to suppress the reactions of others. In the end all she had to worry about was the occasional boy her age who wanted to act tough. Most of the time she let them run their chain of insults until the point where they got physical. That’s when the hurt came in, and today didn’t seem to be any more different.

“Hey Freak-eyes.” A voice called out from behind. The voice was breaking on the consonants. The kid must have been a few years older but not by a lot. “Hey, I’m talking to you!”

With a sigh she readied herself to face the fireworks again. The girl turned on her heel only to set her eyes on a kid about half a head taller than herself. A dirty and ragged tunic that didn’t speak of the most wealthiest of upbringings, a few bruises from games that most likely had grown more rougher than planned. She knew his type, they liked to act big but when it all came down to it they were big wusses. Most boys like him were.

She remained impassive at the boy and his friends’ glares and grimaces. It was just too bad for them that she wasn’t really playing their game. There were no words that would deter him, there were no actions that would make him stop. Well, there was but she wasn’t the one who was going to make the first move. The heel of Kaili’s boot slid underneath her feet as she once more set off deeper into the Marketplace.

“Hey! I wasn’t done yet!” The boy called out to her. “Come back!”

Once more she froze up. Her hands clenched into tiny little fists as a glare of her own would fire off over her shoulder. All she wanted to do was check the place for droid parts but it would seem that was far too much to ask for.

“Stop talking to me.” Kaili hissed. “Go find someone else.”

“Or what,” The bully retaliated. “Are you going to cry to your mommy?”

The silence lingered. Her fists cried out to strike at the boy’s face and be done with it, but mother had taught Kaili to do better than that. She let the tension in her hands go. Her fingers spread wide open as if to symbolize she’d dropped it but it still wasn’t good enough.

With a second turn on her heel the kid finally stepped up and broke the personal space boundary. A hand was firmly lodged into her shoulder and a small yelp called out in surprise as instinct sent out a fist request that only his face could parse. Within seconds the boy was on the ground accompanied by a soft thud. His friends looked to Kaili in shock.

“One hit!” They all called out before running away. “She’s insane!”

“Remember this and try to learn something.” Kaili huffed as she towered over the bully. “If you try anything again I’ll show you the crash course.”

The bully nodded in a whimper. “You have three seconds to get out of my sight. Go.”

For what she could only hope was the last time she set her mind on disappearing into the crowd. Behind her the boy got up from the ground and went off in a teary eyed bawl to his friends. Kaili didn't need this, she was attracting far too much heat and attention that she didn’t want. She had to find cover from the prying eyes of the adoring crowds and with a smooth slide she entered a local shop...

 

[Micah Talith]

WILD SPACE
FORMER LEVANTINE TERRITORY
Tash-Taral
Jaken Port

Kaili making a ruckus was not a new thing.

Internally, Micah gave a sigh. Sigh.

The teen would move swiftly and quietly, using the skills his mother taught him to be able to blend more into his surroundings to be quiet of step and naught but a fleeting blink of an eye. He came up behind her after she entered the shop.

A light smack would come right behind [member="Kaili Talith"] 's head; a gibbs smack no less.

Let's see if she'll try to punch him, ready to make a grab for her hand behind her if she did so.

 

[Kaili Talith]

[ JAKAN PORT ]
[ SOME STORE ]
[ [member="Micah Talith"] ]
[ POST 3/20 ]

She was in the store, she was safe. Her back turned towards the entrance as she looked around her. A shop full of scrap in a town built from the stuff. She should have figured. It was just as appropriate a place as any other on this planet. Didn’t help that the smell of dust and metal lingered around the room like a bad feeling, but it was unlikely that the smell would be any different no matter where she would have turned.

With her guard down she took the first step down the short staircase by the door. The force told her something but before she knew it was too late. A hand planted itself at the back of her head and she toppled forward. Step for step struggling to regain her balance. When the moment of stability was hers again she did what she had already told the kid that she would do. Kaili raised her elbow and thrust it towards whoever was behind her.

She was stopped, of course. Her attack was dampened by the soft touch of her brother’s hand. She glared at the boy. Out of all the things he could do to get her attention he chose the one that would make her the most upset. Kaili’s arm shook as she pushed it as hard as she could into his hand, but he fought back. He always did.

With a frustrated sigh she let it go. Her arm lowered yet the glare seemed to stay in an attempt to burn her brother to the ground. This was not the time for his foolishness.

“Micah,” Kaili’s began rubbing at her eyebrows. “I tried to stop them, I did.”

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Space @ Tash-Taral
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Kiber Dorn"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][1/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Her papers had given mentions about a facility on Tash-Taral, general uplifting and a village for the Qo'saarai. The others had been interested in reestablishing a connection from Kelsier to this remotely-located village, to see how their brethren had fared without Merill, to see if they were still doing as well as they had before everything had changed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]For that reason Cerita had decided to take her small freighter and journey off to Tash-Taral, to find the uplift facility which Merrill had established so many years ago and reconnect the two facilities with each other.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]She wasn’t sure what she would find out there, but perhaps she would be able to come back to Elsa with messages and more information. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Perhaps she would also be able to learn something new on this journey, Tash was pretty much a new Korriban; unspoiled by the hordes of raiders and smugglers that roamed this Galaxy in the persuit of more loot. [/SIZE]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Jakan Port
Outskirts
[member="Seydon of Arda"]
Post 6/20

Some sights, whether they meant much to you or not, just couldn't be forgotten. Fairly often you even recognized them as such when you saw them. She pegged that label on this sight: Seydon the Dunaan, covered in Sithspawn blood, burning a heart to ash in his hand. Maybe it meant more to her than she'd thought -- sometime subconscious, a confluence of symbols half-recognized. Belatedly, she recognized that he was talking to her. It took another long moment to sort through short-term memory and process what he'd said. "I'm fine. I didn't get to close range. Should have given you more support." She grimaced. "I didn't prepare well enough. Should have thought this through, brought the right gear, guns, armor, sensors, a better blade. My options were limited, but it's 'cause I limited them."

Her Mandalorian armor, her Bloodstripe cannon, her electroray -- it was all back on the Garden of Unending Delights, moored off Laekia. Not the sort of thing you brought aboard Oswaft Station. Maybe that was a betrayal of her heritage, one branch of it anyway. Maybe she just hadn't wanted to make waves.

She pocketed her ostrine brass knuckles and ran a gloved finger down the wall by the breach. A layer of soot smeared off against her fingertip. "How do you know how to prepare?"

 

[Micah Talith]

[ JAKAN PORT ]
[ SOME STORE ]
[ [member="Kaili Talith"] ]
[ POST 3/20 ]

"Whoa there," Micah said to his sister with a bit of a laugh. Then a shake of his head. Out of the four of them, Nohei was the one prone to more emotions than the rest of them. Well, that wasn't right. She was just easier to rile up.

"Yeah, I saw. You decked him good," Micah told his sister, letting go of her wrist. "But you probably could have done a better job at it by stunning him." Their mother had taught them all how to stun, and that was a little bit less reckless than a punch to the face.

A Nexu like grin grew then, "Granted, probably not as satisfying." he joked with her, bringing his hand up to muse her hair. A nudge came next, "Come on, let's see if we can find anything interesting around here."

Tash Taral was a hub of interesting trinkets and curious curios. Were the two Talith's to explore more of the bazaar like storefronts, they would come across curious talismans.

Spoiler

Tashai Bond Tracker Talisman
Tashai Water Seeker Talisman
Tashai Assassin Poncho
Tashai Hunting Knife
Tashai Spirit Ocarina

 

[Kaili Talith]

[ JAKAN PORT ]
[ MARKETPLACE ]
[ [member="Micah Talith"] ]
[ POST 2/20 ]

Kaili had a short temper, that much was true. She kept it under control most of the time but the occasional slip still passed her by when lessons had to be learned. Lessons such as when to stop harassing someone or when to leave the orange-eyed girl alone. She wasn’t the best of teachers. Her methods were far more simple than she had the ability to make them. A fist to the face in this case was an equal-level approach to a problem where use of the force could have stirred even more fear within the boys already disrespectful minds.

She softened up and nodded at her brother. To just walk around the marketplace felt like a good idea and she followed her brother out of the store and into the open. The dust whirled, the people stared. As far as first impressions went Kai hadn’t exactly left the best.

“They’re looking at me.” She bowed her head in an attempt to dodge their prying eyes. “I never should have punched that kid.”

Captain Hindsight struck again. Of course the Kaili shouldn’t have punched the grown kid, she was raised to be better than that. It was just very easy to forget sometimes.

The two Taliths stopped at a stall selling ‘seeker talismans.’ Carefully reaching out to inspect one Kaili ran her fingers along the intricate carvings. For all it was worth the work was real good compared to what she would have expected. Perhaps it was just a sign that she was far too prejudiced about the life for people this far out. That really could be it.

The little token was as good of a memorabilia as any other. The girl handed the vendor the credits for a purchase and in the end she probably paid more than she needed. Haggling was not really part of what she wished to do right now.

“Thank y-” She found herself interrupted by a familiar voice in the distance.

“There!” The boy from before had brought someone bigger with him. “She’s the one!”

The elder who seemed to be just about Micah’s age and height cracked his knuckles and slowly began to approach her, grinning all the while...

 

[Kiber Dorn]

Location: Space at Tash-Taral
Allies: [member="Cerita Sarova"]
[1/20]

A small puddle of drool collected next to his mouth.

Kiber Dorn was in the midst of the most blissful nap ever experienced by man. Sprawled across the couch like a gangly spider, he was all limbs and no class. Not that he cared much for class, well, as long as nobody was watching, mind you.

Occasionally he would lift from the slumber slightly, giving a small moan before rolling into a brand new and just as inexplicable position. How could a lanky streak of piss like him get comfortable with all those bones and limbs, and why did he drool so much? Cerita would likely have to burn the couch given the content of the man's saliva.

He had vague thoughts, notions of easily interrupted dreams that fluttered between this and that. Ridiculously erotic visions of Cerita and Anja briefly interrupted by his mother telling him that if he didn't wake up she would put him up for adoption.

Talk about mixed messages.

“I'm….to old….to...adopt….”

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

She knew what she was doing. She was here to find herself. To face her fear. What if she had let her mother down? What if she let her whole family down? She knew her father couldn’t reach out to her unless it was required by laws or some real world need. He couldn’t reach out like father to daughter here. And she wanted that sometimes. She hated being in the space lanes alone. She didn’t quite feel like she belonged yet. She was talking to a few different people, and was noticing that [member="Mara D’Lessio Merrill"] girl around in her travels, especially at the academy.
That was a Corellian family.

A family like hers, navigators, explorers. She should try to do that whole… social thing. Holocalls? Email? Was that how it worked? Just ‘hey, how are you’? Right, now wasn’t the place Kaia.

Now was the place to face your fear. She was called by the Force and she knew that she would be rewarded here. She was going to do what the Force told her, and that was explore. She’d know what she was looking for (Hamunatpra?) when she found it. There were tombs all over this world and the world was… thin. Was that the term. She knew that there were places in the galaxy where it was thin between this world and another maybe that was what was happening…

Making her way through the valley, the wind whipping across the desert. This seemed familiar to the writer. The man in black fled across the desert There were things that only a Jedi could do. They had their own missions, and they needed to work alone at times. She had heard tales of the Wardens of the Sky, they worked alone, but they were in ships. She preferred the space lanes. Still, she had her blaster ready, as the sand kept blowing. And the gunslinger followed.

What was that sound?

tres​

 

[Micah Talith]

[ JAKAN PORT ]
[ SOME STORE ]
[ [member="Kaili Talith"] ]
[ POST 4/20 ]

Micah spent a good few minutes interested in the Tashi Force Bond talisman, studying it after hearing how it would work. Apparently, through the Force Bonds of packmates, one was able to determine secondary Terentaktek targets. As a tracker himself, he was interested in learning more about this. Perhaps he could utilize it on creating his own version of it...

He had just haggled over a Tashi poncho, and a neat looking knife when Fate came knocking in the form of a beefed up teenager with a thick neck.

"Oh great..." Micah would mutter, seeing that the Fi-fi-fo-fum was coming straight for them; well, straight for Kaili.

"You always know how to make the best of friends, Kai," Micah would mutter, tossing the poncho over his head, musing his hair in the process. He nudged at her to move forward and try to clear away from the stall. He tucked the talisman into his pocket, sheathing the knife at his belt quickly there after. Big Bubba was getting close, and Micah being Micah, well, attempted to dissuade the situation.

"How's it going?" he brought his bare hands up, as if to show he wasn't armed, a rather scoundrel like grin blooming over his swarthy face. Big Bubba apparently had two missing front teeth. And a mole right between his eyes -- oh it was hard to not look at it.

"That's her!" a smaller runt of a womp-rat peanut gallery would gesture over to Kai.

"Well she does have a name, but how about we talk things --"

"Move out of the way!" came the wheezing growl at Micah, ready to push past him to get to his sister.

"Ahh.. can't do that you see," he gave a small grimace, "She's my sister, kinda can't have anyone--"

The fist came flying straight for Micah's face.

Feth!

With wide orange eyes, Micah ducked the first punch, deft of feet as he slid to the right, a small trail of dust and sand rising as the scuffle commenced. Then came a left hook, a right.

"Whoa!" He'd object, moving from side to side as Big Bubba was not amused. "Hey! Why can't we just be --" his foot slid against unstable ground, losing his balance for precious seconds.

BAM!

Decked right on the nose.

OW!!!!!!

He swore he saw stars and heard Maleah's bird squawking.

 

[Kaili Talith]

[ JAKAN PORT ]
[ MARKETPLACE ]
[ [member="Micah Talith"] ]
[ POST 5/20 ]

The mood ramped up as the tiny little kid brought a brother of his own who, when up close, had a lot more of an ogre-like appearance. The tiny one still called out for her and all the while she merely hung her head in shame thinking of an apology. It had to be nice, sincere and- DID HE JUST PUNCH MICAH IN THE FACE?!

Her temper flared up again. Nobody punched her brother but Kaili! The saber hilt on her belt came unhooked and she raised it for the grown kid’s face. It wasn’t turned on yet, she knew even better than to expose the blade of a tool capable of cutting him down to size. Her entire arm shivered in the uncertainty. Had she brought this upon herself? She wasn’t helping the image they had of others who would pass as ‘freak eyes’ around here.

“I said leave me alone.” She looked to the small one. “Why wouldn’t you listen? I wanted nothing to do with you!”

The boy didn’t really answer. His head shook and he stared at the weapon in her hand. The others took a big step back but the big guy just merely continued with his toothless grin. A saber didn’t even cause him to twitch. Uncertainty about what to do next spread like wildfire and the girl remained unmoving until a hand reached up around her wrist.

He squeezed, she yelped and with a soft thud the lightsaber found its way into the sand. With her back arching she fell to her knee as the boy just kept applying pressure.

“Stop!” Kaili cried out in pain. “Please stop!”

She had to focus but it was hard to do. “Micah!”

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

Was there doubt in the youngest Starchaser? Of course there was. Why wouldn’t there be? Her family was once a Jedi family, a Corellian Jedi family. And now what were they? Force users that worked to police the galaxy? On who’s authority? Their own? Sure, they followed the way of the Imperial Knights of the Fel Empire, and respected the teachings of Thrawn, but things were so… sloppy. Even their time line, it was intentionally hazy. Made it tricky, but let the concepts of the storyline stay clear and crisp.

The sound… That was something though. Without thinking, the tiny Starchaser took a shot with her Merr-Sonn pistol and started running, off deeper into the desert before turning into a cavern. Or was it a cavern? Walls were too perfect… Temple? Catacomb? Still… she ran.

Space was so much safer. It didn’t have things that would maim you while eating you.

Where was she now? She reached down to her belt and pulled out a flare, the orange light bathing the cavern.

quatre​

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Space @ Tash-Taral[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Kiber Dorn"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][2/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]In the meanwhile, whilst her compatriot was having awkward dreams and mumbled about it - Cerita herself was also sprawled across her own chair, not especially too charming. Not that there was anyone to worry about in that particular department.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Which brought her back to the actual matter.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“KIIIIIIIBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]She would scream over the ship comms and then immediately shut up, listening intently to the coming sound of a satisfying [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]thunk![/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Something in her just loved to torture that poor boy, not sure what it was, maybe that smug expression or the fact that personal hygiene didn’t seem to be an important part of his daily endeavors. Maybe she was just a shutta.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Might be all of the above?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The light freighter was slowly approaching the Tash-Taral belt, most ships would have crashed right about now, but not their ship, no. Rave had made sure that they wouldn’t literally crash into things on the approach to the [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]sacred [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]planet.[/SIZE]

 

[Iona Starchaser]

Jakan Port | Ancient Marketplace



The elderly woman still blinked at him dully. It seemed Toby had reached some sort of impasse. He didn't speak....whatever language was spoken here....and the elderly woman didn't know a lick of Basic. Or Wroonian. Apparently she didn't know Bocce either, unless Tobiah had just made a complete and utter fool of himself. It wouldn't be the first time nor the last for such an event.


"Junkyard" Toby spoke again, trying to mime what a junkyard actually looked like. One couldn't exactly mime out rusting hulks of metal lying in the sand. A long pause and there was more blinking. Having grown tired of the situation, the elderly woman shooed him away like a young schoolboy caught haunting a kitchen for scraps of goodies. Frown appeared on his face and Toby rubbed the back of his neck as he walked away.


Eyes scanned the marketplace and he slowly wandered. Junkyards were normally on the outskirts of towns, it was probably best he start moving away from the center of the Port and look along the fringes.

 

[Kiber Dorn]

Location: Space at Tash-Taral
Allies: [member="Cerita Sarova"]
[2/20]

Thankfully the hazy dream was not long for the galaxy, although there was a seriously sick fragment of the man that wondered where exactly the sexy adventure between Cerita, Anja and his mother was going to go. Probably heavy repression, hey, therapists are expensive you know?

The dream was not long for one reason, a banshee was coming.

Her screech came across the comms like a thousand nails on a chalkboard, ripping Kiber from his nap so hard that the desire thud came as the gangly man went rolling off the couch and onto the unforgiving metal deck.

“GREAT PALPATINE'S PECKER, LADY!” Kiber so eloquently bellowed from his new position upon the floor. Talk about your rude awakenings. No gentle nudge? Perhaps his name said at a thousand less decibels? Maybe breakfast on couch?

Maybe too much.

With tiny tired eyes the man returned to his feet, dusting himself off as if that would help him be any cleaner (HINT: It did not). Thus began his pilgrimage to confront the banshee. The sexy banshee.

“Missy Green,” he said, coming into the cockpit with his usual grin very much absent, “I hope you do health insurance, because I think I might be deaf!”

 

[Seydon of Arda]

[ Jakan Port ]
[ Outskirts ]
[ ?/20 ]

Glass popped beneath their boot steps. The quiet was as stiff and leaden as plate over the living room space, as the prior owner gingerly stepped through his collapsed wall, to survey and cope. Wallboard fragments, plywood, cheap and frayed plastics, coloured fabrics and smoking textiles, cracked and splintered plates, jewels of scattered silicon boards hemmed up almost to their ankles. Seydon was dryly smiting the creature's remains under brief, intensive spats of eldritch fire. The owner glanced between them; patently worried being around company that looked at ease amidst carnage. Seydon's eyes flicked his way and he quickly dropped his face, mumbling a few stuttering maledictions about his wrecked home.

“It comes with the craft,” He said after a moment. “Study, training, practice through experience, exposure, meditation. And mistakes. Pain is what teaches you best. 'She is best who is trained in the severest school.'”

The Dunaan stepped aside from the smouldering bat-thing and dragged its cadaver out to the back alley. Sunlight was immediate, hot, and baking. “...And luck certainly never hurts. You didn't do wrong, Alec. You'll just do better next time. Because you care enough for it.”

[member="Alec Rekali"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Space @ Tash-Taral[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Kiber Dorn"][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]At this point in time Cerita had shifted from lazily sprawled across the chair, towards her feet lazily postering on the edge of the viewport and her eyes firmly set on the scanning equipment of the freighter they were currently in.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Regardless of the fun she was deriving from making Kiber feel just a little bit miserable… she didn’t think it was worth crashing into an asteroid or two.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Oh stuff it, you big baby.” she would reply with the barest of grins hiding at the corner of her mouth, while still looking over to the computer screen. Her fingers deftly raced over the holographic equipment altering trajectories just a little bit here and there, edging the ship out of harm’s way. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“We are almost here, go get your equipment in order, it’s time to get you alchemized.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Which didn’t mean Sarova was planning on alchemizing [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]him[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px], it meant that the training would start very soon and that was all Kiber would know for now.[/SIZE]