The Rebirth (The Primeval)

[Salaza]

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Yaga Minor. A small and almost insignificant planet. Not much was to be found in this place that was any real value. True the natives had proven to be skilled shipbuilders but given how advanced the technologies of today had been they paled in comparison. There was, however, something mysterious that laid on the planet itself. A long dead crashed ship dating back to the age of the Old Republic. The natives had often wondered how and why the ship itself had crashed but none had dared to go near it. While the markings indicated Jedi origin they all had a fear of something darker held on the inside. Some great terror that haunted the place. It was unclear who or what, but the natives feared to even step foot near it again. And so the remains were left undisturbed for the longest time, and whatever was held inside remained undisturbed. The natives had made sure no one went near for fear of awakening whatever might have been kept inside.​

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Until today...​

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[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]​

 

[Boethiah]

Skirting the territory of Mandalore, a small Primeval fleet found itself in the star system containing Yaga Minor.

Aboard the leading warship, Divergent, Anja Aj'Rou had just woken up from yet another restless sleep. However; unlike most nights she saw something of interest in those terrible dreams of her. Something on the world nearby and she was keen to find out what exactly she saw and why it lead her to Yaga Minor. As the fleet orbited the world below, a small dropship entered the atmosphere; on board was Anja, four soldiers, and a Bleeding Sun inquisitor by the name of [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"].

The witch turned her attention to the inquisitor, she herself was once a member of the Bleeding Sun. "Yaga Minor... Do you know anything of the world below?" She asked out of curiosity.

The dropship continued its course, heading towards a small settlement.

[member="Salaza"]

 

[H3xle]

"Yaga Minor... Do you know anything of the world below?"

"Only what was taught to me, it was where the Imperials ran when the Yuuzhan Vong invaded the galaxy. They ran here because they had a station in orbit containing archives of all of their information..." She offered a shrug. "They haven't really made much of an impression in the galaxy since then. I'd imagine the gulag plague devastated the inhabitants and likewise for the more recent...troubles." She knew her reference to the Netherworld event was obvious enough.

Taryc (pronounced like Terrace) was wearing a simple armorweave bodyglove. At her side she carried a simple sword, cruciform hilt and largely unadorned, the other side carried a blaster pistol. Attached to her waist by a heavy linked chain was a large book with the symbol of the Three and The One on the cover. Within was all of the conjecture written down concerning their gods, with room for Taryc to add in her own observations. It was a family heirloom, she had been gifted it when she finally made inquisitor status. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a simple, slightly messy bun.

"Host Lord, I have an itch...at the edges of my perception. Do you know anything of what is down there?" As an Inquisitor, it would normally be Taryc's job to appear infallible in front of the masses, but with the Host Lord she knew that she was outranked in both power and knowledge, and didn't regret showing her ignorance.

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Salaza"]

 

[Salaza]

The natives of the planet, the Yagi, had heard as the shuttle landed. The people in the nearby town all scrambled, wondering who these visitors were and why they were here. The head of the town ordered for two parties to go, one with him to greet these people while another went off towards the nearby wreckage. He feared it may have been what they were hear for, as some others have been, but knew they could not be allowed to let them in. ​

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Mounting small speeders the party of about ten men, along with the leader, rode out and met with the shuttle as it touched down. They were armed only with blasters but did not have them drawn, the insect-like people wanting to keep a friendly enough appearance with them. They watched as the figures of the ship exited, the leader stepping out to greet them with a friendly hand readied up. His men stood back but had their hands ready to draw if anything should happen. ​

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"Greetings, travelers." he said, speaking with the one who seemed in charge. "What business brings you to our home?"​

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[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]​

 

[Boethiah]

Anja looked to Taryc, "I honestly know nothing of the world, this galaxy is a mystery that I seek to unravel." She responded truthfully, whether or not it was one of hers or the enemy the Host Lord did not make it a habit of hers to lie. Of course; Umbarans were well-known for their rather devious approach to politics and governance, an ambitious people who revealed little about their true nature. Yet unlike most Umbarans, like most of them in The Primeval, she was not born on Umbara and had since been detached from the culture of her ancestors.

The shuttle touched down on the world below and it seemed the people who inhabited it had anticipated this. As she stepped from the shuttle her dark locks swayed softly in the gentle breeze of the summer day. A party of odd-looking insectoids approached cautiously without introduction, eager to know her motives. The four guards stood at either side of the ship's entrance. The woman's pale eyes examined their chitinous hides, three legs, and nine fingers. Perhaps the most interesting of the species she's encountered in her travels and little did they know it, they were lucky that the warfleet above wasn't intending on exterminating the world and then harvesting its resources.

She did not offer much in a form of greeting or friendliness, "my business is my own, leave us alone and we shall offer the same benefit to you and your people." Of course Anja was not considered the most diplomatic person in The Primeval, she did at least offer them a courtesy that was exceptionally rare... Not that they'd realize this.

[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] | [member="Salaza"]

 

[Salaza]

Her response seemed answer enough for the leader. He dropped his hand, given both [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] and [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] and unfriendly look that indicated his response as well. "I'm sorry, but you cannot stay here. I know why you're here. The ancient ship. And whatever is stored on it." He shook his head before adding "You don't know what you're doing. Our people have guarded whatever evil lies within that ruin. It cannot be allowed to wander free." He stood back, his men drawing their weapons. "Leave now, please. Or we'll be forced to take action." He then added with "Even if you try to retaliate we'll have men stationed at that ship itself. You'll never reach what's inside, I can tell you that now."​

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(Felt the response was obvious lol) ​

 

[H3xle]

The insects words ignited the flames that always smoldered within Taryc. It was not anger that stirred within her, not exactly. The fire that burned within her, that truly smoldered within her constantly, was an amalgamation of all of her emotions. She was a passionate woman, and this insolent person was not just speaking to her in this way, an offense that would likely be met with aggression, but he was addressing the Host Lord with such tones. With the intention of limiting their access to anything. The Host Lord was the highest law, her word held the fates of worlds in the delicate spaces between notes of her voice. She could cause millions to fall to their knees with the utterance of a single word, and these unbelievers sought to hinder them.

"You want to rethink your position." Taryc stated simply, the fire within her clearly visible from within her eyes, her voice holding nothing but furious steel. Her hand went deliberately to her sword and drew it a couple inches from the scabbard. She slid her feet slightly apart in what a trained eye would see as a classical fighting pose utilized by Inquisitors. "For you do not know the heresy that your lips have spawned." She knew that the Host Lord could handle these pitiful people, likely could walk from here to the ship, get whatever was inside and walk back and not break a sweat for breaking these people down. Inquisitors, however, were known to be quick to action in the face of heresy, and Taryc would be at Anja's side the whole way.

@Salaza @Anja Aj'Rou

 

[Salaza]

The response from [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] only served to grow the tension the men felt towards the strangers. Given both that and what [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] had said it was clear they would not leave peacefully. The leader sighed before ordering his men to draw their weapons and fire at the two. ​

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The party at the crashed ship could hear the sound of gunfire in the distance. They tensed but stood vigilante as they guarded the wreck. One, however, who was at the back of the group seemed all the more nervous. ​

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"What if they come here?" he asked the captain of the group.​

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"Then we fight them to the last man."​

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"But what if they release whatever is inside? We should destroy it!"​

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The captain turned and said "We're not destroying anything unless the leader says otherwise. Just be quiet and stand your ground."​

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He went quiet again but now found himself looking back to the wreck. There was a hole on the side of the ship that looked like an awaiting maw of a beast. It made him nervous to the point of shaking and sweating. Whatever was inside, whatever evil had slept within, it was calling to them. The strangers who were attacking. He knew it. He knew they were going to let it out. He didn't want to wait. He had to destroy it. But he knew the men wouldn't help him. They'd stop him. Perhaps....perhaps because it was controlling them. Yes. Yes! That was it. He was the only one left to do what needed to be done. ​

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"I....I can't let it out!" he said as he drew his blaster at them and started firing. ​

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(Got a bit bored but wanted to preview the sort of power Salaza has lol)​

 

[H3xle]

Taryc was already in motion as the leader ordered the soldiers to open fire. Her sword was in her right hand and her pistol was in her left. She tucked and rolled forward and to her right, angling out of the arc of the groups firing range, utilizing the ever present fires of the force to aid her with speed and agility. She then leapt up high, turning a single somersault in the air and landed next to the leader, her sword slid out twice, once towards the mans throat, the other towards his belly.

Being directly next to the leader, she was protected from roughly half of the men, as they would not likely want to hit their leader. The other half, on her left side as she had intended, she took under fire with her blaster pistol, firing methodically at each of the men, hoping to both spoil their aim and take their attention from the Host Lord. She was an Inquisitor and her place was in the heart of a battle, whether it be a physical battle for blood and limb, or spiritual battle for the Three and The One.

[member="salaza"] [member="anja aj'rou"]

Spoiler

As Anja is on an Emergency LOA, I figured we could play it out from here and let her play catch up. I am leaving my post vague, assuming that she is going to either A) let me handle everyone as a test or Do something really awesome.

 

[Salaza]

The men were shooting but not fully thinking. In the confusion a bolt had hit the leader after [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] had managed to get close to him. The shock had left the all open before they were mowed down by the inquisitor. A further proof of how ill-equipped these men were to fight. But the sound of one battle ended while in the distance the sound of blaster fire could be heard before suddenly stopping. Obviosuly not any Primeval forces sent by [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] , so something else.​

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With all his friends dead the lone soldier kept saying to himself "Have to destroy it....can't let it free..."​

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He turned back to the ship and looked around before finding a rack of grenades dropped by one of the men. The fear was gripping him. He tied the belt around him before putting his fingers on one of the pins. He was resisting himself, the need to do what he had to, but the urge to kill whatever was inside to stop it was growing. He had to do this. Slowly he took reluctant steps towards the ship. ​

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(Understood. You guys basically win anyways lol)n ​

 

[H3xle]

Taryc stood up and drew her sword from the throat of the last of the men. Blood had splattered and dripped from her hair as she turned toward the distant sound of blaster fire. That sound told of conflict, and the Primeval forces were all present at the shuttle for now. She quickly turned and motioned for some soldiers to follow her, and rushed in the direction of the blaster fire. They cut directly through the landscape between, in the places where the travel was difficult due to undergrowth Taryc employed her innate abilities with fire to turn the interdicting ground cover to ash. They made excellent time and soon gazed upon the ship.

Taryc stopped at the signs of carnage, she inspected it for a short time before turning to the leader of the soldiers she had called to her.

"I am going inside. Defend out here, unless I or the Host Lord says otherwise, no one else may enter." Expecting the orders to be followed, the Inquisitor strode into the darkness of the ships interior.

[member="salaza"]

 

[Salaza]

The soldier had kept walking into the ship, all the while muttering to himself and saying how it had to be done. In interior was as old and ruined as the exterior. Vines and roots over took metal coverings and all. There was hardly any sign of bodies that piloted the ship, the bones long turned to dust by now. The soldier continued walking through, eventually coming to what seemed like a wall covered with roots. There was something sticking out though, a stone clawed hand of something underneath the foliage. She sighed with relief as he was ready to pull the pin when the sound of someone approaching caught his ear. He turned as [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] and kept his finger at the ready.​

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"Get back!" he ordered. "I'll kill us both if I have to! But you will not let it out. You can't!"​

 

[H3xle]

"Get back!" he ordered. "I'll kill us both if I have to! But you will not let it out. You can't!"

Taryc slowed her stride and took stock of the situation with a trained eye. She sheathed her blade and holstered his blaster in a slow, fluid motion. She then reached her arms out to the side and showed that they were empty. After a few more steps, she stopped and stood straight, feet shoulder width apart. She met the mans eyes and saw the madness therein, madness that did not look native to this mans mind. He was partially being manipulated. Her eyes caught the stone seeming claw and she grinned.

"How long has this...it...been here?" She asked, quirking a pale eyebrow and canting her head with the question. Her voice was sweet velvet. The speed with which she could change from a warrior inquisitor mindset to the converting inquisitor mindset was both startling, and indicative of her favorite element. She lowered her eyebrow as she straightened her head. When her head came full erect, she generated twin balls of twirling orange flame above each palm. "And why do you think those grenades would hurt whatever you wish to destroy...or me? The only one guaranteed to die in such an explosion would be you, and that wouldn't serve your purpose, now would it?" She took a single step forward and extinguished the balls of flame. She could throw them without having them there first, though if she got closer she could just take the grenades away from him. A third option, still possibly despite the madness, was actually convincing him to rethink his plan. If he could possibly see her as an ally in destroying It, then her task would be much simpler. "Whatever this it is, it obviously survived this ship crashing to the ground...and believe me that is a much stronger thing than those grenades in your hand."

[member="Salaza"]

 

[Salaza]

The soldier still kept his guard up as [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] tried to convince him what he was doing wouldn't work. At first he didn't seem convinced, the madness still in his eyes, but, as he began to think. Maybe she was right. Maybe it wouldn't work. Maybe he would only kill himself. He didn't know. He just wanted to stay alive and known that whatever the thing kept inside would never get out. However, as he thought on this, his guard dropped and he turned to look at the still trapped thing near the wall, leaving himself too wide open. ​

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(You can kill him for being that dub now lol)​

 

[H3xle]

Taryc would have grinned, but she was concentrating to hard. She took the two steps to the mans back in a flash and laid her hand on the back of his neck. A moments focus sent the fire that was a constantly present entity within her deep within him. She felt as his body temperature rose with a spike, ascending beyond mere fever. She felt as his blood began to boil and she stepped back. Her focus never wavered as she continued to sear him from within. After a minute, he fell to his knees and then his back, his muscles no longer able to hold his weight. Within a few more minutes, an orange glow of fire exuded from, having boiled the blood away, the body was tinder and began to burn. She kept her focus going until the man was crisp, then ash. The ash was taken away by a gust of wind and Taryc relinquished her concentration.

Slowly, she turned to the thing poking out from the vines. She cleared the vines away and stepped back as she gazed at [member="salaza"] for the first time.

 

[Salaza]

With the vines cleared the imprisoned feature of the thing held prisoner became more and more clear. Whatever it was it was female, given the physic. She was frozen in what was revealed to be carbonite of all things. One hand was out, stretching as if to grab something, while the other hand was poised to reach out. Both looked like sharp claws on an animal, which seemed to add to the almost avian-like appearance of the woman inside. No visible eyes or hole on the headdress she seemed to wear, meaning she was either blind or a Miraluka blessed with Force Sight. While her face was hidden the way her mouth seemed to scowl or grit indicated that whenever she was imprisoned she didn't do so willingly. There was more on the wall, mainly what looked like laser coup links that had been worn with age and long since dead of power. Any other evidence that would indicate what happened or who else was on-board were all long gone. But there as an interesting fact: the status on the carbonite prison indicated that the girl was still alive. ​

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[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]​

 

[H3xle]

"Still alive..." Taryc looked over the readout. Some of the computer readout was damaged, Taryc couldn't see when the girl was interred in carbonite, nor where or by whom. A true mystery. Whenever she was frozen, it was obviously against her will. That meant she was dangerous. She was alive, however, which meant that she was frozen by those who were plagued with morals. Taryc was not one such individual, and she hated not knowing things. Inquisitors found things out and acted accordingly.

Thus, Taryc activated the thawing sequence and stood back. She paced back until she was able to lean against a bulkhead, she placed a single foot on the bulkhead behind her and crossed her arms as she waited. She would cut quite the striking figure to whoever emerged, as she was obviously prepared for battle, was lithely muscled and had blood drying in her pale blonde hair.

[member="Salaza"]

 

[Salaza]

The sequence engaged though it seemed to take some time. The old mechanisms of the carbonite needed time to fully reactivate before they began the thawing process. Little by little the carbonite began to peel back, brought lights of the metling metal shining through the dark wreckage as the person inside began to move. Fingers twitching. Air returning to the lungs. Her mouth gaping open and having trouble regaining air for a moment. Eventually she was revealed. A Miraluka dressed in grey and plue, with a great cape of feathers that, at first, gave the illusion of wings. Her entire upper-head was covered by the odd headress she wore. When she was thawed she fell to her hands and knees, gasping for breath. She was shaking, almost struggling to stay in her position. After being thawed out for over a hundread years one would be weak. Her "gaze" went up twoards where [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] was. In almost a sudden flash of motion she stood and reached out, grabbing her by the throat and hissing in her face.​

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"Where...am I?" she asked, her voice like a breathless whisper yet so loud as to almost echo. ​

 

[H3xle]

The avian miraluka was fast, but Taryc had been assuming such a thing. Even as her claws slid around Taryc's neck, Taryc drew her blaster pistol and leveled it at the woman's stomach. Even without eyes, Taryc stared at the space where eyes would be, a mildly bored look on her face. The key to surviving dangerous situations was to know how to keep your true reactions to yourself.

"Where...am I?"

"You're. In. My. Bubble." she said as she emphasized the blaster in the woman's gut. Mentally she reached down into her center and prepared to bring her fire to bear if it were needed. She didn't assume it would be, but assumptions could get you killed.

@Salaza

 

[Salaza]

Despite the gun to her gut the Miraluka did not losen her grip. She was panting as she still "stared" direclty into the eyes of [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] , those invivble pupiles almost zoning in on her as her clawed grip stayed where it was. "Planet..." she insisted, almost seeming tried. "Time... Where?!?" the last word was more of a growl than anything else.​