Dominion Tyrants Without Thrones || GA Dominion of Lazerian IV

[Resh]

Eloise Dinn
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Resh did his best for a time, but found himself overwhelmed by everything. In a crucial moment, he became distracted, and yelped as a searing pain stabbed his forearm. A blaster bolt scorched through his sleeve and into his skin, his attempt to deflect overextending and the pain causing him to drop his lightsaber. And as the tank exploded, threatening not only him but Eloise as well, his pain turned to fear, and his fear turned to anger in a flash of a moment.

"Stop!" He yelled defiantly, as if events already in motion would cease on his demand. A shockwave of energy, with Resh at its epicenter, burst forth, throwing aside the troops that had been attacking them, and repelling the incoming shrapnel from the tank explosion. Resh had saved them in an uncontrollable fit, but had failed to control himself in the chaos, just as he had back when the Jedi first rescued him. Suddenly tired, Resh dropped to the ground, feeling himself on the verge of unconsciousness.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Nos Voros

Jonyna got a chuckle as she joined him at the diner bar, ordering a burger for herself. The fact folks could get fresh, well cooked food seemed to lift the spirit of the refugee camp more than anything else before. Security was nice, beds were suitable, but food?

Food like this made them feel hope.

The folks around the diner seemed to congregate into groups of familiar faces. What had been a dour place of flight, had become a home away from home. People reconnected in ways they hadn't in years, told stories over a burger, and smiled.

It was everything Jonyna had hoped for.

"You're welcome, sir." Jonyna said with a smile. "So, what's it like being a senate bodyguard?"

 

[Caelan Valoren]

You've already seen this, Caelan. You already knew.

He sat there, staring at the ground in front of him even as Cora put her hands on his shoulders and did what she could to block his view. It didn't matter. He'd already seen it. The gesture was appreciated, but this was his problem to deal with. Though it had shocked him, and that shock had brought him to his knees, he knew that he couldn't allow it to control him. If he allowed it, this scene would ruin him completely, make him useless to his people, render him a liability to his friends. He couldn't allow that.

The soldiers had surrounded him for his protection, and he stood, wiping his arm across his face to remove the tears that had fallen down it. This was no place to fall apart. There was still work to be done. Bending down, he grabbed his lightsaber from where it had fallen. He shouldn't have dropped it to begin with. It showed weakness and it left him vulnerable.

He took a deep breath and then started walking towards where Drystan and Cora were taking down the pikes. What he did was not look at the bodies that were upon them. Looking at them would do nothing but slow him down.

"Thank you for cutting them down. We'll need to bury them, but it will have to wait," he said, pointing off towards the center of the park. "My home is that way. We need to get to it."

Though he was certain that they would not find his sister there, he had a feeling they'd find the people responsible for the death of his parents. If they were there, they needed to be dealt with. So long as those people remained on Lazerian they would pose a danger to his people and himself. Not a single member of this group could be allowed to remain. Whether they died or were captured and imprisoned no longer mattered to him. He just wanted them off his world.

"I know a secret way in."

He would lead them into the trees to a rather nondescript spot, one that he knew. He bent down between a few bushes, dug his hand into the dirt, and pressed a hidden button beneath the bush, which caused section of the ground nearby to rise, with steps leading down.

"It will take us to the level below the main. It should be safe."

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ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8

TAGS: Corazona von Ascania | Drystan Creed | Thralrii Hillbolt ​

 

[Eloise Dinn]

Eloise didn't realize Resh was hit until he started shouting. She turned toward him, her attention off the enemy for a split second, and saw - nay, felt - his anger boil over. She raised an arm to shield her eyes from the shrapnel.

And then the troops, the tank, all of it was just gone. Blasted apart by the shockwave of energy that exploded out from Resh.

The Pureblood collapsed. Blinking wide eyes, Eloise crouched beside him, checking his vitals. He was alive, but unconscious. Whatever power he'd tapped into had left him severely weakened. "Resh? Resh, can you hear me?" She shook him a little, trying to revive him. But regardless of whether she got a response, she was already calling for an emergency evac. The carnage around them wasn't something you just brush off...

Resh​

 

[Nos Voros]

REFUGEE CAMP

Outfit: Senate Security Durasteel Armor
Weapons: Heavy Blaster Pistol | Vibroknife | Loadouts in bio

"You're welcome, sir." Jonyna said with a smile. "So, what's it like being a senate bodyguard?"

"Incredibly dull, until it isn't. You have to be constantly on alert for the very moment when things stop being dull."

Nos tentatively ate, trying to stay formal while biting into a burger - a feat easier said than done.

"Most of the time it's lost civilians wandering into restricted areas a debate getting too heated, or someone trying to get close enough to 'elevator pitch' something like they can just bypass the entire legislative process."

Sugar slid out of the trash bin, slight larger and with still-dissolving wrappers floating within. The sludgespawn blorbed itself to the seat beside Nos.

"When everything is going well, nobody even notices you're there - which is perfectly fine by me."

Nos did find satisfaction in his work; he couldn't even imagine what the life of a Jedi master entailed.

"How about yourself, Master Si? What is it like being on the Jedi council?"

Nos slid a few of the fries to Sugar, who was all too happy to consume them.

Jonyna Si​