The Velok Relics (Fringe)

[Velok the Younger]

OOC/ Figured I'd tag some of Fringe's new arrivals and various others. I have no intention of posting in this thread; just an opportunity for those who want it.
[member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Kesare Salazar"] [member="Mira Cavataio"] [member="Bourne Cavanagh"] [member="Lady Exedō"] [member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Kitt Solo"] [member="Sirella Valkner"] [member="Lucien Cordel"] [member="Valik"]

IC/

These are dark and annoying times.

A Rhandite strike force has captured a vault containing the personal possessions of Velok, stripped from his Dark Harvest ship before it was sold. Those items could be deadly.

Their owner, Rave Merrill, Velok's former lab assistant, wants them back -- but she's willing to settle for only one of them, a datacard marked 'Excavation Results.' The rest is fair game, if you can take it from the prophets and warriors that defend it. It's located in ancient temple vaults on a nameless world, at the edge of the Perann Nebula.

They know you're coming.

North Catacombs - Shrine of Destruction
2x Lignan Crystals
2x Opila Crystals
2x Ring of Aza'zoth

West Catacombs - Living Quarters
Assorted artifacts of Nihil Smokestone
2x Derriphan's Eye knife

South Catacombs - Command Chamber
'Excavation Results' datacard
2x Qixoni Crystals
Ring of Aza'zoth

East Catacombs - Prison
A Sith Abattar

 

[Bourne Cavanagh]

A twinkle of excitement would glitter upon the grey eyes of one Captain Bourne Cavanagh, Blazing Chain Pirate of the Jolly Roger. One large hand would rise to rub at the three days growth of stubble over his lower jaw, thick bushy eyebrows drawing together as he would mull over just exactly where he and his boys would go.

A finger would rise, and he’d then look up. “Alright mates.”

Beside him, his skinny Nagai Second in Command, Charsk would pipe up shouting. “Listen up, Captain has word to say.”

Twin feet in calf high boots would spin as his mariner's coat would swirl round Bourne, hands would rise as he would clap them together and then relay the word.

“Looks like we got ourselves a bit o’ a treasure hunt, boys.” laughter would rumble behind him as the rest of the pirates would shuffle round. They were antsy. Tweaking like Deathstick adicts for some fun.

“Gonna be doing some excavating, with a prize that will bring about a feth of a payday.” pearly white teeth would gleam as he would pan his gaze round the rough and tough medley of pirates.

“Who’s with me?”

A roar of agreement would fill the bridge of the ship, along with the air pumping of hands bearing weapons.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

[SIZE=12pt] Matsu was, if she were being honest, excited to see her best friend and new Apprentice in true action for the first time. It was one thing working together in training rooms and entirely another to drop her in the field and watch how she molded herself to situations. So when Rave Merrill offered the relics that could be found in exchange for the retrieval of a single datacard, Matsu jumped at the chance. She wasn’t foolish enough to think it would be a walk in the park – a datacard was a small thing to locate in a huge, ancient temple. But she was confident with Kesare by her side. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt] The two had just landed planetside by the North end of the temple on the unnamed planet. From the sky it had seemed a straight shot from the North to the South end, but that could all change once they were inside, especially considering the seeming age of the place. Sections may have fallen in or become completely impassable for one reason or another. And that wasn’t taking in to account the safeguards that were no doubt in place for whoever built it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt] Should be an experience, to say the least.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt] Thumbing the hilt of her lightsaber, she tilted her head to her Apprentice as they dropped off the ramp of the small ship, the rocky dirt of the planet crunching loudly under her boots. “Ready?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt] The sooner they were in the better.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt][member="Kesare Salazar"] | @Anyone who'd like to join us[/SIZE]​

 

[Shinju]

Rave Merrill was a name that Shinju knew well and she trusted the woman... as much as she trusted anyone. That was why as she stood there on the world and drank it all it her body hummed with the force energies. She was opened to everything that she could drink in and wearing the lotek'k jacket she let the fear effect it produced roll off her while below it was her armored corset and her saber on her hip. The shard within and the banshee's wail singing into her ears for now until she activated it. Her chain sword revving and the councilor walked letting her ponytail bounce with each step. She wanted to tear into these Rhand sorcerers while the rest of the Fringe moved in.

 

[Bundori]

[member="Matsu Xiangu"]

"Weeee" Bundori looked at the planet, she had been allowed to come on one condition that she didn't male a scene but she had fought on other worlds for Auntie Ashin... She had been brave and even helped the Fringe get the scepter that controls the weather a boon to their power. Now she was here because Mommy had come to find for God-mommy Rave from the party. Where she had beaten a woman with cake.. cake she didn't eat it she had used it as a deadly weapon. There was no telling how ubercool she was as the small child held one of her mommies chain blades another gift from auntie Ashin for the gore whore of the Fringe. The little girl let it rev while she skipped out and large blue MOE eyes starred at where they would be going. "We're off to kill the sorcerers, the dirty sorcerers of Rhand because because because... because of the wonderful things they stole."

 

[Kesare]

[SIZE=10pt]Energy coursed through her veins, every inch of her alert and ready for whatever was about to be hurdled in their direction. With Matsu by her side she never felt more prepared to take on the world and as her Master she felt more confident than ever that she was capable of proving herself worthy of being her Apprentice. She could still recall the excitement dancing behind Matsu’s dark gaze when she had proposed the hunt and how infectious that excitement had been when she eagerly jumped at the chance to get her feet wet in the field.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Her knee jerked up and down, fingers grasping and ungrasping the hilt of her lightsaber mindlessly as she kept her gaze trained outside of the window of the ship for any activity below. She saw no movement though, only a stretch of old land that looked like it hadn’t been lived on in decades aside from various fallen structures.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Yes, this would most definitely be an experience.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Following behind her Master she stepped onto the rocky planet, eyes squinting slightly as she surveys the land sprawled out before them. Swinging her gaze over towards Matsu she offered her friend a small, wicked grin that expressed without words that she was more than ready. “Let’s find ourselves some treasure, shall we?” It’d be easy, like finding a needle in a haystack…only this would be a very big haystack with warriors and prophets to defend it. Yeah, simple.[/SIZE]

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[member="Matsu Xiangu"]​

 

[Shinju]

East Catacombs - Prison

[member="Inger Strömfire"]

Shinju kept moving forward now her hand slipping into her jacket and withdrawing a golden compass as she shook it for a moment and wondered which way was north for a moment. Though that wasn't the purpose of this compass was it and she saw a large squad of people in front of her as her energy in the force came first.... She was tasting them, drinking them in and she looked at the compass arrow pointing her towards the prison a large building before she slid it away holding her sword and looking up. The sight of all of them when they got close and felt the fear aura from the jacket, saw the madness in her eyes and licking her lips with the biofiber and synthflesh over her wounds from Empress Teta the Fringe Councilor spoke.

"I'm going to rip your faces off and wear them before I cut your hearts out.... with a spoon." She laughed then a maddening sound coming from her lips and she let the chainsword rev up, the moment coming to her while she let her tongue thrill and waded into them. Her free hand shimmering and she let it ripple catching a bolt of darkside energy into her palm before sending the blade into two men from their shoulders. while she moved letting them act as a shield. "I'm going to enjoy this." Her hand tapped the comlink and she spoke. "Bundori go and have fun with mommies chainsword, make lots of friends and remember to enjoy yourself."

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien was here for one thing and one thing only,smokestone's artifacts everything else was irrelevant. In order to achieve this aim Lucien had hired 8 of the galaxy's best mercenary sqauds and had acquired a notable archeologist. The archeologist took some gentle persuasion to convince but it was a trivial detail.

Lucien's own ship landed a mile or two from their destination. He wanted a look around and also felt it best if the mercenaries were left dumb in relation to the location of his ship. A few miles south and he had reached the hirelings his speeder stopped at the gangway of the biggest of the eight ships. His chauffeur opened his door and Lucien stepped out. Even in the depths of a foreign planet one had to keep up appearances and these appearances kept honest person in jobs. Lucien recalled the wise words of a late dowager that an aristocrat without servants is as much use as a glass hammer.

Lucien strolled from the car to the mercenary ship. The plant smelled of emptiness and exhaust fumes and Lucien disliked it.his rapeir was as ever in the form of a cane and his lightsaber sat at his hip once he had his mercenaries the sorcerrors would be about as troubling to his goals as fruit fly's.

 

[Bourne Cavanagh]

[member="Lucien Cordel"]

“Well ain’tcha a right and proper fellow, ain’t ‘e lads?” would come Bourne’s rather sarcastic commentary from the right of the nobleman. Jeers and laughter would come from the motley crew of Blazing Chain Pirates in various states of armor and weaponry to rival the die hard mercenaries bought and paid for by the lily white faced Lord.

“Dhat he be Captain, Dhat he be,” came the muttered giggled reply from Smee, a one eyed pirate with a cybernetic eye where flesh once used to be.

The crunch of gravel could be heard as the scruffy faced dabbler of the Sorcerer of Rhand’s arts and various gutter magicks would come nearer to the High Councilor.

“Such a pretty face cannot be denied,” enter a bow with all the pomp and circumstance, to include a flair of the long Rand trench coat.

“Savvy, m' Lord?” he’d drawl out with a scoundrel’s grin.

 

[Arage Bao]

We knew they would come. Anticipated- no, seen it in the shadowy, illusive dreams that the Dark granted us through pain and submission. The Confederation had fought us again and again, we were strong and yet… they prevailed more and more. The Elders didn’t want to admit it, but we were getting anxious, desperate even. No matter how much of them we killed, they came back with Force to exact vengeance upon us. Couldn’t even remember anymore who started this war, that dragged on with skirmish upon skirmish, but it had been us who had stolen the vault.

Had taken us months of immersing ourselves into the Dark, finding the fringes within the imagery to get a good luck. She knew what she was doing, evasive as ever and yet we had taken it in the end, at high cost… yet it was worth it. Those results only.. this wasn’t the time for that, we wouldn’t be able to win this fight. We hadn’t been expecting such a quick response, the Confederation had been in slumber for some time now… getting lazy in its power and victory.

Yet here they were, I could hear the boot marks heralding his arrival, he wouldn’t like what I would tell him. But it had to be done, I knew this for certain. The Dark was with me on this, even now it resounded lightly, whispering through the veil that this was the path.

A voice rang through the music, calling me by my true name, only a few knew of it and even fewer spoke it these days.

‘Daasam, we need to go, they are here already. We didn’t prepare for this.’

‘Peace, Aman.’ I spoke with a calmness I didn't know I possessed, and yet I knew I had to project it. Not for me, for him, Adan needed this. ‘I have received word from beyond the Veil, take the children and head back to the Gardens.’

‘But Daasam, you are Sword. I cannot-- will not leave you alone here, the Dark--’

‘The Dark is all that matters, brother. You will go now and go in peace, I will join our brothers beyond the veil, if it’s the will of the Dark. Go now, and do not dally. Leave the archives, don’t burn them. We have copies a plenty, and if only one of Fringe Horde converts because of them… this day might not be a total loss yet.’

I could feel the hesitation in his being, his doubt and yet I had to strengthen my resolve against it. We were the Children and we would not forsaken our believes, not even in the face of Death. I turned my back against him and finally Aman relented.

‘I shall go then, brother… shadow hide you.’

His footsteps echoed against the walls, until even they died out and left this part of the Temple in an uneasy silence. It was just the beginning, I drew Kaukani and settled back onto my knees, with a quick swipe I drew blood and continued to chant in the words of Old.

Soon… she who bore his Mark would be here, even now the shadows showed me vision of her and he who was her Master. Today was the beginning of the End, Today… was the first day of Desolation.

[member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Kesare Salazar"] [member="Rave Merrill"]

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Bourne Cavanagh"] [member="Lucien Cordel"]

The insulting pirate might've felt her presence, then again, maybe not. It was more likely he would hear the beginnings of cat-calls and whistles from his men as she sauntered up to their little party. She didn't hesitate or stop as she passed the captain with a swift, slap on his rear.

"And such a solid backside can't be ignored," her own roguish grin matched his own for a moment. "Careful who you're insulting, Darlin.' Lord Cordel is a mighty powerful man." She winked at Lucien, as the empath took the role as moderator and peace-keeper.

"Ya'll can keep up your little chicken-strutting while I go exploring and claim some treasure," she turned to face the rogue. "Good luck at keepin' up, sweetpie," and ended her pomp and circumstance with a wink as she strolled toward a cellar entrance - off the maps and hopefully, off the grid.

Weapons locked and loaded.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

[member="Bourne Cavanagh"]

Lucien stopped dead as the scum jeered at him. He internalised his rage as the pirates continued to jeer. It was clear to Lucien that this man and his companions thought him to be a lack whited, weak aristocrat and he was more than willing to play that role if needs be. He turned to face the pirates "why that I am, how can I help captain ... I'm sorry I didn't catch your name" Lucien offered his free left hand for the man to shake.h

Whilst he waited he silently plotted on how he would kill off his heckler. The captain he decided had earned the full force of his ire, Lucien would see him flayed and drowned in champagne. The captain was evidently looking to get rich and what beeter to celebrate his excellent ability. The first mate was brainless to him Lucien would inflict an equal punishment he would die a death of 1000 cuts after watching his apparent idol die. The rest of the crew would get off competitively lightly from them Lucien would exact a blood toll of their tounge and one finger,so that they may be reminded of the perils involved in baiting lords.

Lucien's mercinrys were but metres away, however safe in their ships non was willing to risk their life for a man they had just met. They would instead wait in safety until a victor emerged and join with the winning side, their was no profit in death.

 

[Shinju]

East Catacombs - Prison

She was moving now, the ones around her as she was going fallling but Shinju didn't like it. They weren't attacking her with what she needed and only feeding her minorly. Her stamina not getting fed with each attack or emotion, her chainsword piercing into the chest of another as she turned him into a shield against another. The blaster firing into her and she sneered bringing her hands up as snarling as lightning came out and she let arcs come from her hands firing off and licking as they flew back and into the wall. Shinju stopped and stood there with her hands clenching until the latex was straining. The prison was her goal and grabbing one of the men Shinju placed her lips on his cheek and inhaled. sucking at the heat in his body and letting her body convert it into energy, stamina and slowly his flesh bacem sunken and dried until it shattered into small ice crystals and Shinju took out the compass to give herself direction. She could feel more waiting inside but she was used to such tight places and with her chainsword the dark corridors would be quite fun.

 

[Bourne Cavanagh]

[member="Lucien Cordel"] [member="Kitt Solo"]

A tit for a tat. That is the name of the game here, dearie.

Needless to say, the hand that was to be used to shake that of the lily white faced Lord would instead take another path. One that dealt in deft movements of a sort tried and true to such rakish skills as he himself could boast about.

So while Little Miss Handsy would start sashaying her way towards the cellar entrance, she would find herself momentarily indisposed. Mainly due to the fact that quick as a Jeco, Cavanagh had made a grab for her wrist with his left gloved hand. Enter a twist and a pull hopefully before she could protest ( or deck him ) the Blazing Chain Pirate would tug the feisty lass towards him, hard enough to get her to bump off the wall of his chest and if quick enough, snake his right hand past the delectable curve of her hip to her lower back. All of this for what was to come!

So if by this chance she'd not kneed him in his most treasured jewels, the Bounty Hunter High Councilor would soon find her lips locked in a passionate kiss with as much tongue as he could possibly get away with. The three days worth of shadow across his jaw would scrape against her tender flesh as he would ravage much as he could of her mouth before she'd have the notion to bite his tongue off. Hopefully.

If it got THAT far, all this would end as quickly as it'd begin, pulling back enough to cast her a roguish wink, saying with an all too pleased tone.

That is, if Kitt didn't decide to deck him right then and there with her full Bounty Hunter wiles. Either way, if he managed to get away with it this far...

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Don't care. Snogged Kitt! ​

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Bourne Cavanagh"] [member="Lucien Cordel"]

As he pulled away, she bit down on his lip, hard. She might've even tasted blood. Nimble-fingers moved quickly as her digits went to grip his prickly-jaw in a vice-like grip to hold him close but keep him out of snogging distance and contained. "Do that again sweetpie and you'll get more than a kiss back," other hand was already at his side, the muzzle of a MK-1 bolter pressed non-too comfortably into the rogue's lower ribs.

She huffed a breath of hot air into his face and released him and stepped back, keeping the gun out.

"Now, where was I?" She cleared her throat and smoothed herself back into business mode, smacking her lips once. She offered the scoundrel one last wink and disappeared into the cellar entrance.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

His offered hand was rejected, Lucien couldn't claim he was surprised. The low born and others of their ilk could hardly be relied upon to understand curtousy and Lucien was growing board of playing dumb. Kitt had also revealed who he was so the facade was probably gone any way. Whilst the pirate got intimate with kitt Lucien spoke two words into his ear piece "Code red" this was the agreed signal that he felt threatened. He might have hired mercenary's for this mission but he was not a fool enough to go anywhere without bodygaurds.

Lucien smiled as kitt swiftly dealt with the testosterone fueled idiots.In a rare moment of leniency Lucien desired to offer the pirates a chance. He cleared his throat "Well captain its been riviting watching you and your gang of clowns jeer and sexually assault Lady Solo but I think you aught to go now, as we speak my soldiers are converging on this spot and if your here when they arrive I promise you it will be painful" the soldiers near enough to help numbered half that of the pirate crew but lucien was not about to admit that, having said his fill Lucien also began to walk away with a light wave " toodaloo gentle beings" he called as he closed the distance between himself and his mercenary ships.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

[SIZE=12pt] For Matsu it was less about the treasure they might find and more about training. And maybe cutting down some sorcerers. That was a plus. The only thing she truly wanted out of the journey, relic-wise, were the Qixoni crystals. Strange out of all that lay within the ruins (or at least that they knew of) that she only wanted those but Matsu had never been in it for riches.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt] Experience, adventure. Some things didn’t change.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt] A smile wound on to her face when she heard her Apprentice’s response, answering only with a knowing smile and a nod. It was all they needed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt] They made it to the only visible entrance to the temple, a great stone gateway that opened far too easily for Matsu’s liking – like something was waiting. She glanced over at Kesare, more to confirm to herself that she was fine before continuing a few steps in to the temple. Dust floated through the weak streams of sunlight permeating through cracks in the ceiling, casting faint shadows between the fallen pillars and sculpture work. Once this had been glorious, a testament to the things it held. It felt like stepping on a grave.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt] She had just begun poking around, sweeping the one for anything valuable when Bundori, in all her confection-haired glory, appeared on the scene. It was strange, in contrast to the two dark-haired grown women moving towards their goal with such certainty, to hear the bubbly antics of an eight-year-old. Matsu wasn’t particularly fond of children but there had been something distinctly un-child-like about Bundori at times despite all outward appearances.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt] “Mind you don’t wake anything up with that sword,” she said quietly, allowing the hush to reenter the room before nodding that all three should move on. And still, room after room as they traveled down the North passage. It was far too quiet for her liking. She didn’t subscribe to the habit of teaching as they moved, of warning her students to be wary – they weren’t fools. No doubt they could sense the way the ruins held their breath. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt] The quiet was broken as – what were they apparitions, so quiet on their feet, whispering in dark cloaks around corners and Matsu could feel them balling power, dark and thick within themselves – they appeared. She counted six, though she didn’t believe for a second that was all of them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt] “I take it back what I said about the sword Bundori,” she continued, starting to pull every bit of rubble and shrapnel she could from the ground and sending it twirling it on itself, a sudden small twister of rocks and bricks, old pieces of shrine and talisman – bludgeoning and cutting – towards the men and women.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt] They were flesh and bone – shrieks confirmed that as her whirlwind hit. She had a sense it wouldn't remain so easy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt][member="Kesare Salazar"] | [member="Bundori "]| [member="Jared Ovmar"][/SIZE]​

 

[Bundori]

[member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Kesare Salazar"]

Bundori looked at the other two women and nodded her head in pretend understanding letting it sink it. All the while the theme song to My Little Ropo's was playing in her head as she heard the word sword and looked up to the master her potential master and listening to the sounds around them now when the air changed. People were there and her large eyes flicked around before her master was lifting the debris around them. Her sword had her smiling a little with her large bright eyes seeing the people coming around them, the twister going into them and screams coming.

Her grin widened to reveal slightly sharpened teeth, the revving of the blade as she held it and spoke her voice coming a little sing songy out. "One two mommies coming for you." She moved forward slashing with the blade. "Three four better lock your doors." The blade bit into one of the men and she felt the resistance for a moment until the grinding sound gave way to a whine. "Five six going to impale you on sticks." The blade came out with a squirt of blood while she spun around pulling it out. "Seven eight going to going to masticate." She moved slashing with the blade again and picking up an arm beating someone with it. "Nine ten going to tear and rend."

Her voice continued to sing as she hit one of the women with the severed limb until it was wet meaty thwacks before she looked up with splats and kept her smile getting a new meaning. Her mother was psychotic, by birth and engineering. She was a killer who ate everything..... She was perfectly sane and had chosen to be a psychopath as she giggled and snapped her fingers letting the friction of her fingers bring a small spark of flame to light up the area and illuminate her large blue eyes while she kept looking around. "Hehehehe this is fun master."

 

[Shinju]

East Catacombs - Prison

Shinju propped herself up as she leaned against the wall, blood covering her mouth and chest where the skin was exposed under the jacket and moaning a little to herself in enjoyment. She held one of the beings who were impeding her progress into the prison and as the man struggled she patted him on the chest. "So here is how it works, you tell me why you stole from my friend or well I am going to kill you either way the difference is how many parts will be around for your friends to find and bury." She kept moving pulling out the compass to follow the direction indicated by the needle with the mans face grinding on the wall.

"Come out come out come out..." She wondered who else was in the prison but finding these people was important.... Mostly killing them a plus while she stopped in one of the cells and the compass needed was spinning while it went over a box that was there. She opened it and raised an eyebrow stuffing the contents into her pockets while holding the man. "Now where do I need to go to handle your leaders. I want to eat their faces off little one." The mans face was a mess but he pointed North towards while she started moving. Taking a moment to leave his neck at an odd angle while she started walking off drawing the saber from her hip.

East Catacombs - Prison
A Sith Abattar

 

[Bourne Cavanagh]

[member="Kitt Solo"] [member="Lucien Cordel"]

"Ow ow ow!" would come Bourne's painful objection, one hand coming to rub his jaw. His ribs hurt, and he had a bite on his lower lip where he could taste the copper tang of blood.

Behind him were the usual catcalls of his crew, and to be frank, anyone in his position would likely be quaking in his boots. Oh he'd pay for this more now or later. Maybe someday down the line when his life was hanging in the balance and it could only be saved by that sashaying rump walking away.

Either way, whatever pain he had been dealt now or later. Totally worth it.

Lilly white face lord made his commentary, and in turn Bourne gave a flourish of a bow as he walked on by. It all ended nicely, as they all ended up going towards the entrance in search of whatever goods could come to them.

Sorcerers be damned.