We're Not In Kashyyyk Anymore - SJO Dominion of Hex X-29

[Crocell]

Objective 2: The City Markets
In Vicinity: -

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Ivory was following this small group, but was beginning to wonder about this whole affair - "Who are these people?" She began asking herself, slowing her pace in order to fall further back as her wariness consumed her. The entire state of affairs had become rather droll, she thought, and stepped aside as a rolling cart crossed her path. The horse appeared similar, and it was odd that no-one was atop the wagon, directing it.

"Whhherrreee do you seem to be going?" The horse seemed to ask, looking at her in a sideways manner which seemed awfully reminiscient of an old friend back home on...

Where?

"Me?" Ivory asked her friend, pointing at herself. Her soft, azure-blue dress had been dragging in the dirt, and her dainty white gloves had become soiled after her tussle earlier with the wayward tent.

The horse nodded and bared his teeth in a grin. One foot rose and came down in a stomp which kicked up a small cloud of dust. The din of the city had faded, and it appeared that the walls had grown taller... The sun, which had been shining high above, was fading fast in the shade of the afternoon. The raven-haired vixen looked about, but found no-one nearby... The horse and she seemed to be alone.

"Well... You see, sir, my friends just passed this way" She began, never one to ignore a polite question, "and it seems I've become dreadfully lost. If I don't find them soon, I fear I shan't find my way home for tea. We were planning on sharing a Sarlacc for supper, but it could take months to cook... I must get started right away."

That... didn't seem right, but the horse simply nodded, understanding. "Maybe if you go back the way you came, you'll find them." It said, providing an obvious answer.

Perplexed, Ivory turned and looked back the way she'd come.

"What seems to be the matter?

"I... I can't seem to recall..." She muttered under her breath. "Have you seen my friends?" She said, turning to the horse, who smiled and tossed his head. Empty eye-sockets peered at her curiously.

"No… But if I find them, I'll be sure to tell them."

Ivory smiled and patted the horse on the behind, "Thank you, friend. I don't know what I'd do without you. Can you tell me where I might find a bed? This rain is getting awfully cold... I'd hate to catch my death of mud." Rotten meat had begun to drip from the creature's backside, and the carriage it had been pulling was nearly engulfed in flame.

As the animal dropped dead, its' skeleton picked clean, it was ripped away from her, carried on a rising wave down the street and away. Ivory watched it go, then sat on the ground with a sigh and thought of tea. Her lovely dress ballooned around her as the waters continued to rise, driven on gale-force winds. But she was not concerned.

The water had already risen to her nostrils, and the horse's baying laughter was the last thing she heard as the salty, silvery liquid engulfed her. It flooded her eyes, nose, ears, and mouth, choking off all sight & sound... Drowning her.

"Oh... Bother and befuddle."

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Objective: 1

Nearby: [member="Adele Crawford"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Ivory Stroud"]

Even as the girl managed to work her way closer to Yuroic's party she could hear snatches of their conversation through the air, discussions about a woman called Arisa Yune. She'd heard the name before, everyone who joined the Silver Jedi had heard of her, someone who had evidently meant a lot to both Josh and Yuroic, but the lady had passed on before her time. Whoever the woman was, her presence seemed to have thrown the knight and the master for a spin. Tentatively Asaraa raised a hand, as if she were in class again trying to attract the teacher's attention. "Umm guys, who is that..." she pointed at Adele, "Who is she, and what on earth is going on here?" Be a jedi, see the galaxy, meet fun new people, she was down with all of that, but see things that weren't supposed to exist and have no idea what's going on? That's something the recruitment posters had left out.

 

[Tera Highwind]

Objective: 4

The loss of a cruiser full of Jedi wasn't the sort of thing that anyone in the Antirian Rangers could just brush off. When Master Nooran had put out the call for volunteers for her CSAR mission, Tera had been one of the first volunteers to sign up. The spy turned pilot shifted in her cockpit, reaching behind herself for the flask she's stored back there the woman tapped at her sensor screen, her Amber eyes searching over the view screen of her cockpit as she took a pull of her squash, swirling the liquid around her mouth before she swallowed it. The green-haired woman always made sure to take a bottle of squash instead of just water, she'd always found the added taste gave it a little bit more oomph than just the plan liquid.

She'd already been out for 6 hours of her 8-hour shift, the collection of pilots slowly quartering the space around them searching for any sign of the missing ship. Any sign like that one. "Onyx 9 to Nightshade, I'm in search grind BB-89 and I've got an ion trail. It's faint but we haven't seen any sign of someone else out here so I'm guessing, hoping, it's them."

[member="Drystan Marakos"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"]

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Objective Two: The Green City
Location: Emerald Stadium

Because the security guard in the arena told her that the audience wanted to see all five of the exotic powers that she was known for using. The moment of truth has arrived: a bright, yellow flash of Force Light from the center of the playing surface, probably a million lumens or two. That flash also caused her to trigger Art of the Small inside her body shortly thereafter, presumably because her body held so much light-sided energy prior to release that her brain began to absorb it while the flash was underway (the absorption phase was not instant). She also knew that, when such stuff happened, her nervous system became phosphorescent a few seconds after the flash, the same color as the flash, and the crowd was visibly startled to see her use the Force so that she could later become phosphorescent, gasping nearly at unison and their looks of surprise was worth the entertainment they got from the two rounds of fighting in this arena - and, maybe, then some. Many of the crowd began to wonder exactly what was happening. And then the Force-darkness inside the crowd began to dissolve...

 

[Eugen Aker]

Objective 4: Rescue Team
Location: “Nightshade” Bridge
Vicinity: [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Drystan Marakos"] [member="Tera Highwind"]

Allyson seemed confident that she would do it, but Jyoti's concern is that she may end up in the same mess as the lost cruiser. She wanted to find them but didn't want to risk another so dear to her.

"I'll give you a chance," she replied. "Let me just narrow down the search."

A short time later, Drystan had fulfilled her earlier request on retrieving the Metadata. About the same time, a pilot (Highwind) had comm over tightbeam reporting finding ion trails that could possibly lead to the cruiser, or at least something worth checking out.

She turned back to the Ops table, rubbing her chin as the new data was compiled. "It seems like everything if finally coming together. Nightshade, reconstruct the flight path of the Novaltine. Calculate using the metadata just input by Marakos and a simulation of the Novlatine's navi-system from its last known backup."

The frigate's AI gave her a distinctive chirp in acknowledgment as it carried out her request. It took a while - 15 minutes - for Nightshade to comply with the order, first having to recreate a virtual machine of the Novaltine's AI* on a far-flung server farm back in the Rest. However, once that was all created, it was a simple matter of plugging in coordinates to get an answer, all done in a fraction of a second. The most likely astrogation solution was presented as a hologram projected directly from the Ops table.

"Here's a start," she told everyone.

"Nightshade, compare the projected route with relevant public missing reports in the region, as well as the new data sent by Commander Highwind."

There were several more minutes of cross-referencing and calculations, then a few points of note appeared on or near Novaltine's projected route. Jyoti brightened a bit, her plan seemingly working thus far.

"See that?" she told Allyson. "Focus your attention in those areas. It's best you go out with a fighter and link up with Highwind. I'll follow you in with a few Sowa. Start out near these hotspots, but jump right in, or you may find yourself in the same trouble."

After giving orders to Allyson, she opened a direct line to Commander Highwind. "Commander? This is General Nooran. I'm sending Commander Locke to your grids to look into the ion trails. I request you remain on standby until then. She should be there within the next 20 minutes or so."

So they had some kind of lead from everyone's contributions. It was all still speculation from errant ion trails and fancy mathematical models, but it was something.

Hope had returned.

 

[Drystan Marakos]

Objective 4: Rescue Mission
Location: Nightshade Bridge

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Drystan listened as Allyson and Jyoti discussed their game-plan, and analyzed the data displayed for herself. Drystan shifted as Jyoti handed out orders for Allyson to embark on the search with Commander [member="Tera Highwind"], but the blonde woman wasn't quite willing to sit and do nothing...

"Jyotti, I think I could help them... I can take the next sector over. We need as many eyes out there as possible." Drystan was already suited up for a flight; she'd been intending on being one of the first ones to board The Novaltine when it was found, and she needed to help find her companions - sitting on a bridge was not something she was built for. If the Echani Jedi Master agreed, Drystan would follow Allyson and together, they'd disembark the Nightshade, each in a ship of their own.

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: Nightshade ->Fighter heading to Commander Highwind[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: 4 “rescue”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Vicinity: [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Drystan Marakos"] [member="Tera Highwind"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Jyoti promised to narrow it down and that she did. The information that Drystan could grab helped speed up the process. She smiled and nodded towards the other agent as they waited for the information to process. After what seemed like forever the path was charted and Allyson looked where Jyoti was pointing to. Nodding Allyson quickly memorized the information and gathered herself to head towards the hanger. Pausing, she looked back at Jyoti and smiled. “20 minutes? I’ll be there in 15.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Drystan spoke of tagging along and Allyson looked towards the woman and shook her head. “I can handle this. We can’t lose everyone – you need to be here to help Jyoti with anything that happens. I’m pretty quick in a fighter, once I’m out there I can pick up their trail.” Though she wasn’t the one to make the final call, she put in her input on the other Jedi’s suggestion. Looking to the General saluted the woman and headed on out. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Didn’t take long for her to arrive into the hanger and find the X-Wing she brought along. Allyson liked to think of it as a gift from an old friend. Quickly doing what she promised to not do, she removed the safeties only so that she could push the fighter harder, she needed to. The faster she could jump, the faster she would be able to get their friends out. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Onyx 2 you’re clear, count down starts in 8…7…6…” Allyson flipped the visor and checked her controls, the engine of the X-Wing roared like a caged beast. Linking up to a comm wave, the Corellian chimed into the bridge. “Everything looks good and make sure to keep the light on, I’ll be back with friends in no time.” Confidence, she had to have it especially now. The X-Wing soon got the green light and fired off out of the Nightshade. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]A wave of the Force the coordinate that Jyoti had pointed out to her were uploaded into the fighter’s navcomputer. Quickly she sent a message to Highwind. “Hey new kid, you ready to do this?” Allyson drew closer to the rendezvous point and focused her mind on the hyperspace and the points that would lead them to their friends. [/SIZE]

 

[Drystan Marakos]

Location: Nightshade -> Fighter heading to Commander Highwind
Objective: 4 “rescue”

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Jyoti gave her the order to join Allyson, and Drystan did as instructed. The journey to the hanger bay was quite fast, and Drystan said little before hopping in one of the nearby x-wings which was free to be deployed, starting the engines, and gaining Comms with Allyson.

"Onyx, this is Azure. On your six, five by five... Let's bring our friends home."

The two ships screamed into the dark depths of space, engines burning like suns, as they headed the short distance to meet Commander Highwind. Drystan would remain close-by, off to Allyson's port side.

 

[Tera Highwind]

Location: The depths of space

Objective: 4: Trying not embarrass herself infront of the XO

The soft sounds of a waltz drifted from the speakers of Tera's X-wing, filling the cockpit with white noise as she adjusted her chair, tilting it back so she could relax in the dimmed lights, staring up at the stars twinkling in the cold emptiness of space. Jyoti had asked her to hold her position and wait for backup, and that was precisely what she intended to do, give her best impression of a hole in space, just taking up space as she munched on an energy bar and drank her squash. If there was one thing you got used to working for intelligence, it was hurrying up to wait.

The quiet of Tera's contemplation was shattered by the bright blue flash of arriving ships, Allyson's voice coming in off the radio as she hurriedly ratcheted the seat back into position, reaching up to dance her fingers across her cockpit, the ship coming to life around her as she reached up to settle her helmet on her head. "I read you Onyx 2, Azure, transmitting data now." A small nod of her head had her droid streaming the data out to the two other pilots as she rested her hands on her controls again. "I'm online and ready to follow your lead. Hopefully everyone's ok."

[member="Drystan Marakos"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Objective 2:
Nearby: [member="Arisa Yune"] - [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] - [member="Ivory Stroud"] - [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] - [member="Adele Crawford"]

Nothing from Yuroic. Blast, what the hell was he doing? Was he still going after Arisa, despite what he had said? Why wasn't he answering? But Josh's attention would be taken when the woman in front of him that he had tried to talk to would suddenly start talking to herself. She seemed to be talking to someone in front of her, but Josh was not seeing anyone there except for the two of them, and some passerby market goers. He blinked a few time as the woman would start patting thin air. It seemed she was indeed loopy. Or just not real and this was all an illusion to mess with his head. But just in case... He would place a hand on Ivory's shoulder.

"Miss, are you alright?"

He had wanted to ask what the kark was going on, but he decided to just be polite for now. But something else caught his attention, and it was the presence of his Padawan and friend, Asaraa Vaashe. And she seemed to be radiating from where he could sense Yuroic and... Allyson? He could not sense an "Adele"... Only Allyson.

This realm had to be playing tricks on him now. First Arisa with Jyoti, and now this Adele with Allyson's presence... But no, unlike with Jyoti and Arisa's, this was not an unclear sort of thing. They were not different in the slightest, Adele and Allyson had the exact same Force presence. Perhaps Jyoti and Arisa he could chalk up to convenience, but this was not one that you could just brush aside as nothing. Either Allyson was there with them and Adele had no presence to speak of, not even a life force that one could sense from non-force users... Or...

He would reach out to Asaraa through the Force then, trying to speak to her telepathically.

"Asaraa?" Josh would manage to sound in her head. "Asaraa, come in. Is Yuroic with you? What about Allyson and Jyoti?"

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Objective Two: The Green City
Location: Emerald Stadium

And, with the crowd's inner darkness dissolving under the effects of Art of the Small-powered phosphorescence that was functionally achieving similar results to Force-light, the crowd itself dissolved, and her own body as well. And the Emerald Stadium, too. Once the dissolution of the background was completed, she found herself... somewhere else entirely. A ship under the SJO's jurisdiction. And decidedly not from the Eighth Fleet, nor were the troops onboard assigned to the Eighth Sector Army. Poodoo: even with Yuroic holding a general-level rank, why would the crew of that ship follow a commander that is inebriated? she thought, while sensing the presence of one [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] onboard. She knew he was more about the use of infantry, with a smattering of heavy weapons, while the Eighth made much heavier use of vehicle-mounted fire support. But they were useful for waging different kinds of warfare, both of which were invaluable but on different levels. She wondered where the kark was Yuroic, and to attempt to save him from himself if that was practicable.

 

[Drystan Marakos]

Location: Nightshade -> Fighter heading to Commander Highwind
Objective: 4 “rescue”
[member="Tera Highwind"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"]
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Drystan eyed the stream of data as it rolled across a screen in her cockpit. The readout gave specific information on distance & direction; indicating the area they were to begin searching. "Great job, Commander..." Drystan said over the Comms Channel, plugging in the data to her Navcomputer. The blonde Jedi nodded as the calculations completed.

"Copy, XO. Looks like we're On Mission. Data received. Last one to find the team buys the first round."

With a grin, Drystan triggered a burst of acceleration and powered the X-Wing forward, hoping to get the drop on her companions without losing them - she felt like they were finally making progress. The black depths of space surged forward as her X-Wing's engines flared.

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: Going down the rabbit hole[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective 4 “Rescue”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt][member="Tera Highwind"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Drystan Marakos"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Getting the data from Highwind, the nav computer quickly went through the data and Allyson smiled. They were going to be able to pull this off and get the team that had gone missing out of their pickle. Drystan’s voice echoed over the comms and she shook her head. As much as she appreciated having another at her side out here, she worried for other reasons. If they lost the three of them, there was no one else. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]As she thought, she watched as the other X-Wing belonging to Drystan shoot off ahead of them. Instinctively, Allyson picked up on something lingering around the area where the others may have disappeared. Drystan fired off and Allyson cursed under her breath, “Azure be careful! We’re clo—” Cursing Allyson watched as the woman disappeared, she radioed quickly to Tera and spoke quickly. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Tera, hold your location or something. Don’t follow – Azure - I think she got sucked in. I’m going in.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Allyson’s fighter flared up and shot forward towards the same direction that Drystan had taken off towards. As Allyson fired off, she radioed Jyoti. “Drystan got sucked in, I’m going –“ As she entered the anomaly the comms were cut from her. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Just as Allyson entered the anomaly Adele's being began to fade leaving the scene completely in just a matter of moments. [/SIZE]

 

[Ihsan]

"You'll find out in time," when Saka smirked, it felt like all the light and warmth returned to the girl, even if there was still a serious and sinister air about her. “Ready to get your hands messy again? hmm....." In the moment of silence between them, with the monkeys around them seemingly muffled in the background, the Mirialan padawan seemed to dissipate into the shadows leaving Iakchi alone with the creatures present.



[member="Iakchi"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: Anomaly [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: Rescue(?) [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Vicinity: [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Drystan Marakos"] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The glow of hyperspace disappeared around Allyson as she felt something pull her in. Lights of her X-Wing’s panel soon disappeared and she found her being floating through an endless void. Cursing, she remembered this feeling – it was like when she was on that forsaken space station and then was floating in space till someone picked her up. In a blink of an eye, everything cleared and she was standing in the middle what seemed like a market. Turning around, she didn’t recognize anything and soon she figured that this was where everyone had gone to. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]She could feel them some more obvious than others. Allyson felt her head spinning as she covered her eyes for a moment with her hand. The rescue mission was not going as planned, especially now that she found herself trapped with the others. Her hand fell from her face and she decided to wander to where she heard a man who seemed rather confused.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]It didn’t take her long to find where Yuroic stood, he seemed quite confused as he was talking to no one. He kept saying Adele and Allyson blinked, why was he mentioning her? Wandering over, she paused once she heard the last bit of his words. The name he spoke, Allyson found herself at a loss for words. Her body tensed, it couldn't be real - this couldn't be real. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]It’s not the drugs! If anyone can help it’s Arisa![/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]It couldn’t be, it wasn’t possible. Allyson wandered over towards Yuroic and sighed softly. The man was broken, but she didn’t interrupt him – she had someone else to find. Arisa. If he had seen her she had to have been there, she began to wander the market trying her hardest not to look frantic like Yuroic. What was Arisa doing here and why? As much she knew this was a mind game, she had to find out – she had to see her. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Continuing to walk, she finally went against her own thoughts and called out for the woman. “Arisa?! Arisa!” Allyson felt silly, but she continue to search – whatever this place was she had to do her best not to lose herself to it. [/SIZE]

 

[Lucent Echo]

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Location: Planet DS-157, Bila System, Faro Sector (This Hex)
Objective: Company Development (BYOO)

As part of a previous agreement between the Silver Order and the now fallen Commenor Systems Alliance, The Pathfinder Division of the Silver Service Corps began a series of probes throughout the Colony and Core regions looking for alternate hyperoutes to circumvent the Sith Empire's blockade of the CSA.

While charting out a new path through the Faro Sector, the Pathfinders stumbled upon an uninhabited system through survey drones, rich in resources. The planet designated "DS-157" is of particular interest because of its large deposits of hefredium, neutronium, and other elements critical to the construction of starships and electronics. The volcanic world's high geothermal activity gives it an energy output akin to Sarapin, meaning self-sustaining operations and the potential for energy export across the sector.

The Silver Engineering Corporation has now laid claim to the planet, designating it as its first Forgeworld. Most of the processing and manufacturing will occur in space aboard a network of orbital platforms, but significant infrastructure is required for collection operations planetside.

Sith Inquisitor, a well-known megacorporation specializing in ergonomic assessments, among other things, has been contacted by the SEC to help them optimize the layout of their energy collection stations and mining rigs not just for mechanical efficiency, but for the comfort of all those sentients finding themselves working planetside in normally inhospitable conditions. The representatives of SI are to meet with [member="Director Rozalyne Kurganova"] aboard the factory ship "Luchtaine", now in high orbit above DS-157.

Meanwhile, KSA and other defense firms operate in space to construct a formidable orbital defense grid to repel inevitable assault as word of the resource-rich Colony world spreads.

[member="Klesta"] [member="John Locke"] [member="Errreembuhr"] [member="Sala'dine"] [member="Gir Quee"]

 

[Klesta]

Location: Tarhassan -> DS-157

"Utinni! Looks like our neutrality has paid off"

"Our neutrality is, in fact, a boon since ergonomic assessments are not concerned about the identity of the clients. Probably a Xi Charrian client referred us to the SEC" Tiffany commented.

That was the one thing that saved the HQ personnel on Ziost; the coordinates given to the gang led them to the Luchtaine, where all the contractors that were involved in the colonization of DS-157 would be meeting, at the SEC's behest. The SEC would discover that ergonomic assessments have most to do to ensure the safety and comfort of the occupants of the mining rigs and the energy collection stations, but that they would be of no use whatsoever in optimizing the machinery's yield, only in minimizing work accidents. With the impending news of Tabder's expropriation, they would not have any interest whatsoever in buying it if it came to a liquidation, they made haste and he brought another Xi Charrian assessor to help them out for this job. Sure it wasn't the first job of design consultancy the SI undertook, but this job is different. Here secrecy wasn't an issue, and maybe there could be a loss of a few clients in Sith space (although most of them had ergonomic assessments made by court order), so he willingly took the risk while he was traveling to DS-157.

 

[Drystan Marakos]

Location: Anomaly
Objective: Rescue(?)
Vicinity: ?

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Drystan's decision to race her companions into Dead Space was ill-timed and ill-advised... and she realized this, within moments of accelerating. What was, moments before, a view of deep space and sparkling stars beyond began to grow darker as all light seemed to evaporate not only from outside but within Drystan's own X-Wing. Surprised, the Sentinel pulled back on the controls in an attempt to avert course while keying her Comms… but she realized that neither seemed to have any effect. Over her Comms, there was no static... no response... Nothing.

"I have a bad feeling about this..." She muttered, a heartbeat before her vision began to swim and total darkness covered her.

She was vaguely aware of floating in the deepest depths of space... total darkness, like that of the mythical Void, consumed her, blanketed her, muffled all feeling & all sense of self. In a half-memory, the blonde woman recalled traveling into unknown space on a mission to rescue her fellow Jedi, flying from a powerful Cruiser with two others, and rocketing into an area they'd believed to be safe... but none of that seemed to matter now.

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Slowly, gradually, consciousness returned.

She was lying down upon a soft surface. She could hear nothing, but she was aware that the air was cool and smelled slightly of pine & woodsmoke. Drystan's hazel eyes opened, and she sat up. She was in a small room... a bedroom, it appeared, with a desk, a table upon one wall, a bookcase, and a single wooden chair. She was laying upon a wood-framed bed with green & red sheets. Beside the bed was a small table with a single candle which burned happily, jumping and leaping into the air as it danced. She could almost swear she saw a smile there... or, at least, it made her smile.

The room appeared to be similar to what one might find in a cottage deep in the woods; everything appeared to have been made with natural materials by expert craftsmen, but the items were neither gilded nor fancily carved; remarkably simple & rustic. Drystan glanced down at herself, finding (to her relief) to be dressed in the same white, black, and grey jumpsuit she'd been wearing when... when...

"Allyson..." Drystan said in a moment of realization, then swung her feet off the bed and stood.

Her consciousness seemed to teeter on the edge of darkness, but the moment passed as quickly as it'd come.

She surveyed the room, recognizing a dirty plate sitting upon the table nearby along with unwashed utensils and an empty glass, as well as a number of books in the bookcase. A skull of some unidentified creature propped up one line of books, and it glared at her mockingly with empty eye-sockets.

Perturbed, Drystan's hand fell to her left thigh, where her lightsaber would be.

Should be.

Was not.

That was not a good sign.

After a few moments of considering her options, the Jedi bit her lip and began walking toward the only entrance she could see; a door set in the wall directly opposite the bed upon-which she'd been laying. There were no windows.

As she reached for the door handle, steeling herself for whatever she might find beyond, the candle which had been burning brightly on the small table beside the bed went out as-if snuffed by an unseen hand.

There was no smoke.

 

[Arisa Yune]

Location: Market
Objective: Green City

The strange man didn't let up, still chasing after her as he shouted her name. In response, Arisa sped up until she was almost jogging, muttering curses under her breath.

Every so often she looked back to see if the man was still after her. The last time, that cost her, as ran into another woman not paying attention to their surroundings. The portly woman fell on her rump while Arisa stumbled. She kept her balance, but the contents of her basket would spill once more. Arisa just let the basket drop all together and threw up her hands in defeat.

If the man and his growing mob of weirdos kept coming, then they would find her bent over, trying to help the woman up while apologizing profusely, then reaching down to try to pick up what remained of her bruised produce.

There was no more running for the raven-haired woman. She just sighed as she would finally let them come and see what they wanted. It couldn't be too bad, lest they wanted to attract the authorities.

That was the hope.

[member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Drystan Marakos"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=10pt]Objective: Green City [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Location: The Market[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Vicinity: [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]An apple rolled to her feet and Allyson knelt to grab it. It was strange, in this world the apple felt real. The Corellian repeated in her mind that this place wasn’t real and nothing was real. She had to remember how she got here and what had happened. It was her job to rescue everyone. Though, the more she thought about it the more she realized she was going to need rescuing as well. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Examining the apple, Allyson smiled slightly, it was perfect except for some of the bruising. Still it was strange that it just rolled to her feet. Looking up, she noticed the dark-haired woman helping another woman off her bottom. Seemed there had been a collision. Allyson was a few steps ahead of the others it seemed, but she wandered over and held out the apple. She hadn’t gotten a look at the one helping the stout woman up then proceeded to pick up her goods, Allyson just smiled assuming she was helping. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Did you drop this?” [/SIZE]