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A Needle in a Haystack

Darth Miseria

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Myrkr
The Cicala - Planet Side
1000 Planetary Time
[member=Darth Ivum] | [member=Lirka Ka]
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In the relative safety of 'The Cicala' the two Derriphan Siblings were preparing for an epic adventure. The call from their Father had come only a day ago but, seeing as it sounded urgent, they had wasted no time getting to Myrkr. The target they were after was a rogue Yuuzan Vong shaper. Somewhere out there in the midst of the dense jungle she lay hiding, waiting for the inevitability of capture. This was their task. To find and capture her as alive as they could manage. It sounded like a simple task but on the lush planet of Myrkr not everything was as it seemed.

It was home to a significant race of beasts named the Ysalamir. They projected a force neutral bubble that spread over 10 meters in either direction rendering anyone with the ability to call on the force unable to do so. The connection to the force was still there, but it was entirely unusable. Originally this defence mechanism was developed by the Ysalamir in defence against a terrifying creature called the Vornskr, another thing Dianah was incredibly wary of. But the rapid breeding meant large groups of them gathered and pushed the bubble for kilometeres. There were some pockets of force still out there somewhere but the Great Northern Forest where the rogue Yuuzan Vong was waiting would be full to the brim with Ysalamir. The whole place would be one massive force dead jungle filled with untold hazards.

All of this, coupled with whatever danger the Yuuzan Vong woman presented, would make the mission rather difficult. Both Dianah and Ivum had a rich history in hand to hand combat, which made the idea of a force dead planet slightly less threatening. Just in case though, they had also hired a mercenary to aid them. Ivum wasn't too pleased about the idea but Dianah had insisted. She'd read up about the mysterious shapers before they set off and something about them set her teeth on edge. Mainly the fact that, during their initiation process, they chopped their hands off in offering to some mad god. Then they replaced them with strange half sentient things that had eight tentacles and the capability to hold some pretty brutal weapons.

The hologram picture turned slowly in the centre of Dianah's vision. The woman herself was tall and neat but was seriously lacking a nose. Instead there was a single heart shaped slit in the very centre of her face. There were also rather wicked tattoos in red and brown spreading from her chin all the way down to her neck. Her ears seemed to look like someone had taken a fish, chopped its fins off then stuck them to the side of her head. All in all she was a pretty gruesome sight to behold.

'Kriff... she's an ugly looking thing.'

Dianah turned to her brother with a grimace on her face. She was already dressed in her armour and had her lightsaber clipped securely to her side. It was a warm day out there and the thick forest didn't help at all. Even in the ship she could feel the heat creeping through the bulky armour. She wondered idly about whether or not armour was the best choice for such a warm climate, but the idea of being unable to use the force presided over everything. Besides, it was like a second skin to her now and without it she would feel naked. With the imminent arrival of their hired mercenary there was nothing to do but wait.
 
[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]

Lirka wasn't all too different, she never removed her armor. Or very rarely did. It simply wasn't in her nature to leave her body exposed anymore. The pair could hear Lirka before they saw her, she wasn't exactly a quite woman. Or suit of armor. For when Lirka was clad in the full plate like she was now, it was nigh impossible to distinguish much about her except the accent of her homeworld. Too thick of even the distorters within her helmet to get rid of.

She approached the pair, arms crossed over her chest with a massive weapon on her back: her "Klaive", as she called. It didn't take a genius to understand Lirka worked best when it came down to the raw violence that would undoubtedly be necessary for a mission like this.
 

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