Dominion A GARDEN WORLD || ME Dominion of Empty Hex

[Vaux Gred]

Arden Priest Dren Saxon Eenia Vahn Tyr Mereel Runi Kuryida Adelle Bastiel

Vaux looked at Eenia. For whatever reason, compared to the others, she stood out to the pilot. "Keep close to your team, healer. These kind of things usually aren't as exciting as they sound." She remarked before looking over to at V-1. "And you keep ready incase overwatch needs some help." The droid's head disc spun with a deeper whirring as Vaux followed the rest of Cathedral team.

Unlike Arden, the pilot kept her carbine at the ready, never trusting missions like this even if they were usually not so crazy. She looked over taking a breath. "Why do I feel like saying this wouldn't be exciting was a lie?" She asked, hoping to the Manda her gut was wrong. She'd twist the carbine, allowing the cylinder to swing out so she could triple check her rounds. All particle. Good. She wanted some oomth. Still... she didn't like the quiet. She checked a corner, then looked at Adelle.

"So... this what you Imperial type do a...?" And that was when the light pulsed and vanished. "Osik..! Ok. Call it me picking up on spacer superstitions, but I don't like this. Feels like flying through the Dreighton Triangle." She could swear she'd seen a TIE Phantom one time flying through that stretch of space. She really hoped this wasn't something crazy.

 

[Adelle Bastiel]

Tags:
Team Cathedral: Arden Priest | Vaux Gred
Indirect: Dren Saxon | Runi Kuryida | Eenia Vahn | Tyr Mereel ​

THE GLASS CATHEDRAL

More Mandalorians presented themselves to the Rally Master, volunteering for the mission ahead and Warmaster Runi Kuryida herself arriving. Adelle inclined her head by way of greeting--the Mandalorians didn't do deference. Saxon got straight to business, dividing them into small strike teams to investigate different sites up here in these ruins.

The hike up to the translucent structure was cold. The winds whipped around them at this altitude, stirring the mist that clung to the ground and biting through the layers Adelle had. At first she tried to make herself believe she was incredibly hot under her armor, that the cold air was actually refreshing, not icy. That lasted for a few minutes before Adelle decided the better option was to tune out the temperature.

Inside the structure, it felt warmer, if only because the clear material blocked out the wind. Adelle made sure to loosen her WESTAR-34 pistol in its holster but kept her hand empty. She wanted to be able to call either blaster pistol or lightsaber to hand if need be. Lines of light traced through the walls and pillars of the cathedral, first looking like electricity running through circuitry and the next moment runes being activated by some mystic energy. Arden took point, communicating their position softly through comms, as if a louder voice might summon something.

"Why do I feel like saying this wouldn't be exciting was a lie?" She asked, hoping to the Manda her gut was wrong.

The sentence couldn't have been uttered above a whisper and yet it carried. Behind it, Adelle could almost but not quite hear other voices, other whispers. The Force felt strange here. The whole cathedral felt strange. Like it was waiting for them to walk into it, waiting for them to walk further. It set Adelle on edge. It felt too much like a trap.

He quickly straightened, his hand instinctively moving toward his weapon, though his survival instinct told him it would be useless. "Copy, Command," he said, forcing his voice level. "Cathedral interior active. Sound distortion confirmed. Proceeding deeper."

Light followed the laughter, a quick pulse on the floor, runes or circuit pulses running out from where their boots met the floor. Words. They are not gone. Adelle had the sinking feeling she knew who "they" were.

"So... this what you Imperial type do a...?" And that was when the light pulsed and vanished. "Osik..! Ok. Call it me picking up on spacer superstitions, but I don't like this. Feels like flying through the Dreighton Triangle."

"Not all the time, no," Adelle answered quietly. She followed behind Arden and Vaux, most of her focus trained on watching their six. "This is by far the strangest mission I've been part of."

Even as quiet as she'd been, her voice echoed, shifted into hissing whispers that refused to manifest into something clear. All the while, that terrible rhythm she'd felt out on the landing site pulsed through her boots, into the soles of her feet. Another pulse of light along the floor allowed Adelle to read the second half of the words flaring and fading: They are changed.

"Oh I don't like that at all," she said. She opened her comm channel. "Cathedral team to Command Beta, we're getting stonger pulses of light through the floor, manifesting into Galactic Basic. Two phrases. 'They are not gone. They are changed.' Proceeding with caution."

As they ventured deeper, the fused walls continued to pulse with light and Adelle swore she could hear an extra set of footsteps following behind them.