Public Awakened within a Storm

[Jaro Sansel]

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The winds howled and roared, his vision blinded by the swirling dust, and the winds constantly hitting his face and his ears. Even through the cloth he wore around his face, his makeshift goggles he found the swirling sand to be suffocating. His steps in the sand became heavy, an arm held in front of his face as if he was trying to offer himself some protection from the storm. After all storms like these were common among the desert wastes of Tatooine. Now this one seemed all the more brutal to him.

His teeth gritted against each other. His fists clenched as of to fight back against the rage of the storm. Every now and then it felt as if he was breathing in and coughing out the sand. With each heavy step, and the more he moved the more he felt like he was shifting into the sand. He cursed himself mentally as he spoke aloud. “Must find… shelter.” Even though it seemed among the thick haze of the sand there was no refuge to be found. He could only keep walking as the winds intensified and the twin suns were blocked from his view.

After what only felt like hours he spotted something. A ruined structure of some sort, yet it seemed that time had rendered it to nothing. Approaching closer he saw scattered rusted remains. The thing he saw shaped like a hut was nowhere suitable to stay inside. He felt desperate frustration rise, as something kept told him to keep walking. What came in the midst of the black haze was a color mix of blue and orange. Something that sparkled and shined through it all. He couldn’t exactly describe what he was seeing. His best instincts at first told the young man it was nothing but a mirage. But every fiber of his being warned against it, and the strange glow had started to compel him to move towards it.

Even with such a terrrible storm, and his survival at stake nothing stopped the scavenger. He kept moving closer and closer, dragging his feet through the sand that dared to swallow him. When he finally came to it, he heard a ringing in his ears and the glow slowly fell into his hands. Something indescribable came with it, as he held the glow in his hands he felt a strange sense of purpose, with peace coming along with it. Something he hadn’t felt since his parents were alive, a dead feeling all but awakened by the spark of blue and orange.

Slowly his hands opened, and he found himself craving some sort of jewel? No, it was a Crystal of some type as if forged by the sands of time. Blue marked with hints of orange. He was amazed and fascinated by how something so small produced so much light. Distracted by the glow he forgot the storm and was lost in the warm feeling the Crystal gave off it almost moved him to tears. As one could only describe like the inside of himself was touched.

It all came to an end, when the spot he of sand collapsed, and he found himself falling to the underground of the homestead. He groaned in pain upon the impact with the Crystal clutched firmly in his hands, the glow persisted among the dark, and while he avoided the brunt of the storm he was surrounded in place that was ancient. What seemed to be only a simple dwelling, a ruined sort seemed to carry mysteries as he walked inside into the ruined hovel. He kept staring at the Crystal, and for the first time in his life he felt strange, and that was what terrified the young scavenger most of all.

 

[Jaro Sansel]

Alone inside the dark he was unsure what to do. While he held a Crystal within his palm and the raging of the storm continued. He panted still coughing up bits of sand. The howling of the winds did not persist among the silence and Jaro clutched the glowing Crystal to him tightly. With the howling among the rusted ruins of the hut, it had all created an eerie feeling. He slowly got up, with his own bones aching with the effort. The glow of the Crystal in his hand was the only source of light that could ignite his surroundings.


It was clear that he was stuck inside the ruined home until the storm had past. Shining the Crystal around him he saw tattered cloth, destroyed and ruined machinery. It was clear that the home had been in disrepair for a very long time. Most likely anything valuable had been stripped away and scavenged over the centuries. Some of the machinery had crashed to the cold rusted durasteel, creatures such as womp rats scattering about as if they had made the ruins home for very long time.

He moved slowly inside with only the glow to keep him company. As if the source of light was the only friend he had, he looked up and saw the top of the home uninhabitable. Shifting his feet through what had been barely ravaged by the sands it was nothing but junk. Nothing but sand filled holoprojectors, and animal carcasses and droppings covered every other step.

He wandered and paced for what felt like an eternity, if not hours. Wandering close to one of the smashed up consoles, he started to break one open and tearing out wiring that was no longer functioning. After an hour of tearing out parts, and adding some spare ones he carried on his person he started to create a makeshift transmitter. He was far from the nearest settlement, the closest seemed to be Tosche Station. He waited until the machine worked perfectly, broadcasting some type of distress signal or if anyone that would ever come to even help. He dropped to a corner and waited, feeling himself drained by the intense connection he felt earlier. His eyes slowly started to close and he found a deep dark slumber take him. Hoping to wake when the storm had passed.

 

[Crix Maden]

The night was angry.

Even in his room, he could hear the roaring sands blasting against the outer walls of the hotel he was in. It was unending and relentless, piercing through the thick membrane of his meditative state. He delved deeper and it was almost as though the pelting of the walls grew more intense with each growing moment.

". . ."

There is no peace, there is only passion..

The thunder of the sandstorm encroached every fiber of his being.

Through passion, I gain strength..

He gritted his teeth and fed off the angry dwelling inside of him. In that instant, he knew the roaring anger by the forces of nature fed his power. For the rest of the night, he embraced it and saturated his mind and body in the darkside of the force.

"What is that? Where are you?"

Crix's membrane elongated from him and reached outwardly, accepting the knowledge bestowed on him through the force. He was like a baby teething, preparing for when he bit into the real thing. The meditation continued through and into the next morning...

....

Soon the emerging sun hit his eyelids, through the retro shades that half-guarded the room from the consuming rays of light. It was time to get up. The storm was gone, and he had not slept, yet he felt invigorated. His rejuvenation would not lie in the bed that had stayed undisturbed, but rather massive saturation in the darkside of the force. He collected the few things he had set aside and prepared to leave.

He had received a tip that something that might interest was going down on the planet, yet that was not even on his mind anymore. That was a maybe, while what he had felt during the nighttime was unmistakenly certain. He left the town in a speeder - racing through the desert as he headed in the direction of that lone building.

". . .!" His eyes glared on the expanse of desert before him.

Jaro Sansel

 

[Darth Timur]

As morning came a Sith walked from his hotel room onto the sands of Tatooine with a sack on his back full of desert supplies. Wrapping a scarf over his mouth and putting on shades he walked to a speeder. He was to oversee the testing of an acolyte. He would live and become strong and receive training, possibly as his own apprentice, or he would die, forgotten. Getting in the speeder he rented, he took off into the wastes.

The Lord of Fear and Madness arrived hours before the acolyte and watched a scavenger enter a hut. The prey had arrived and the hunter would soon follow. Which of them would fall and which would rise to power. Even if this acolyte failed, maybe the scavenger would be worthy of training. There was something special about both of them. He needed an apprentice to rebuild the Sith Order in the Rule of Two style. Hopefully this wouldn't be a waste of time and he'd groom an apprentice to rule the galaxy at his feet and one day take his place as Dark Lord of the Sith and the Emperor of a Sith galaxy. He believed himself the Sith'Ari, but even he wasn't immortal and needed an heir to carry on the Order into the future.

Jaro Sansel Crix Maden

 

[Jaro Sansel]

His eyes snapped open, once the roaring of the winds had subsided. There was nothing now but silence that hand hung thick over the air like a cloud. He stood slowly feeling the ache in his legs from the uncomfortable rest he had. With the glow of the Crystal had still not dimmed in the darkness of a once simple home. Jaro walked forward and looked around. There was something strange to the place he was in, and what he couldn’t feel before he had felt here. The feeling both stunned and shocked him, as if he could describe it was like feeling every grain of sand that he walked upon, the rusted metal of the durasteel pass through him.

He kept pushing further into the depths. He had no idea such an abandoned place had carried so much weight, and with every step he felt the weight pull him down. His curiousity was much stronger than this and he found himself going through several rooms. One seemed like a large repair room, a place to clean up and repair droid perhaps? The next rooms he dared to explore were living quarters which barely looked any of the sort of all. What he thought was once a kitchen was completely covered in more junk, and metal.

There was a sense of wonderment, some of which he felt connected to the place. The desire to discover more only grew, and soon found disappointment as he tried to venture upwards. In his path was completely blocked by a mix of rubble and even more sand which caused him to go backwards. Going all the way back to the outside the sky was blue, the storm was gone. A thick haze still remained from the storm as if a fog of sand had appeared in its place. The twin suns beating down he looked to the horizon. He felt cold, and stood as if paralyzed as with these new feelings, this one prevented him from moving even for a moment. Gripping his staff he rushed back inside as the cold kept coming closer. Who or what he didn’t know, but knew only that it was not good.

Crix Maden
Darth Timur

 

[Crix Maden]

The sun beamed on him and the wind battered against his face - sending his hair in an unwieldy frenzy. The sand was whipped up from the path carved by the speeder, sending it flowing in waves diagonally and to the rear of the speeder as it flowed across the sand. The sensation that he felt was growing stronger and so there was a tick of anticipation within his tainted, yellow eyes. He twisted the accelerator and the speeder kicked up and went full speed - a dot in the desert streaming across with the ferocity that was resounding in the young sith.

The dome came into view. It was a building that stood on its own - abandoned seemingly and long forgotten. There were no transformers around it - no technology amidst the sea of dunes that would allow life to be sustained there. What did he feel that was here? It was something, perhaps someone. It wasn't just that though, he now felt another. It was a shadowy and obscure figure looming around them -- was he being watched?

Crix was getting close now, undoubtedly the engines and mechanisms of the speeder would be heard by whoever was inside. He nevertheless did not try to hide his approach, both ego and the desire to build fear in whatever he was here for inspiring his decision to not approach in silence. He twisted the accelerator and immediately the speeder began to decrease in speed, and as it came to a close - he twisted and spun it from the house so that he could get moving without something blocking his path in case he needed it.

He removed himself from the speeder and stood there, nothing but a robe on his body and a blade sheathed at his side. He had no saber, no -- his mentor in the temple stressed that he could get one at the temple, or he could find the crystal himself and create a stronger connection with the saber that he crafted. He wanted power - he wanted a name for himself. He would take the longer and harder road to do so.

At this point, he was encroached with fear, a mixture of his own as well as the person within the building. He recalled the lessons and training he had received, and he was almost sure that his old mentor would tell him to meditate upon the fear until the time came for battle. He was young, and naive - driven by the desire to taste true battle. Crix began making his way into the building, feeling the oscillations of the force wash his form and enrich him.

"This place is a dump. You're not much of a house-keeper, are you?"

The tendrils of the force searched the abode in ways his eyes could not, and meanwhile, he saw what was there to see physically. It was dark, vacant and trashed out. Whoever lived here hadn't in a long time, perhaps he was dealing with a homeless man without a clue. Crix, while he was not able to distinguish a difference between the crystal and the man, had a feeling that this would not be as simple as striking down some unwitting individual. Nevertheless, with an ironclad desire to progress, his will was totally assigned to this task.

Jaro Sansel | Darth Timur

 

[Shanalex]

While others might have been drawn to each other by the Force like a fishing line being cast into the ever changing waters. To Shanalex, instead she awoke with a stir. Her hand instinctively reached down to a tiny cylindrical device, but as she was being greeted by the blistering warmth from the twin suns of Tatooine. She didn't dare sleep in the confines of a hotel or risk staying with a crew. Not when the republic and the Jedi were hot on her trail. Not that they had any real presence here on Tatooine, but spies came in all shades of color in all forms.

Sand had covered her cloak that Shanalex shrugged off as she stood up to her feet. The dream she had, or rather the Force was showing her a glimpse. Was not an artifact, spectacular events between two opposing forces, or anything like that. Instead, what she had dreamt was a large, fearsome monstrosity that remained in its slumber. Buried deep beneath the sands of a desert. This creature, this gargantuan beast, had the most chilling yet powerful aura than Shanalex had ever felt before.

As Shanalex was gathering her wits so to speak, the former Sith Lord heard something whispering from the wind. There weren't any words that Shanalex could make out, but it was a whisper all the same. The strange part about it was that Shanalex wasn't at a settlement or inhabited structure other than herself. No rather she was out in the middle of the desert with a small cave that had recently been abandoned by a young krayt dragon. Shanalex only meant for the beast to calm down, but instead it cowered from her.

And so Shanalex began her journey to follow after this whisper like a thread pulling her towards the source. Perhaps it wasn't meant for her, but considering how she came to this planet of all planets. Shanalex hoped that this would lead to some answers to what her past truly was. Why does she keep experiencing nightmares and visions revolving around creatures of all kinds that were both monstrous and heavily influenced by this dark aura?

Crix Maden Darth Timur Jaro Sansel

 

[Jaro Sansel]

While the storm had all but faded away. For the scavenger who didn’t know what this new feeling was he questioned why his senses seemed heightened. He started to wonder if what he was feeling now was the Force, or something else entirely. Jaro was gripped by so many new senses, one he could feel as if he felt every grain of sand and then the next was something akin to fear. What was he afraid of? Was it something else? As he tried to ponder what all of this meant, he felt something strange about the abandoned home. As if what he felt was at is most strongest here. If it was the Force that haunted this place there was much of it inside.

His pondering came to a quick end with the sound of a speeder approaching. It was clear he wasn’t alone, and with this awakening he felt as if he was shaking. The cold had filled him, and it was as if he was on Hoth more than he was on Tatooine. He heard a voice speak, and immediately he went with his staff straight for cover. Looking over, he felt the strange cold come closer. Gripping his staff tightly, he hid the glowing kyber crystal that came from this strange place into his pocket.

Now it wasn’t just one cold sensation he felt that was here, he felt multiple and started to curse whatever fate was. He had to think of a way out, for he wasn’t sure he could win in a fight. He looked around, and still saw no way out from the predicament. Looking around he finally decided on facing whoever it was. Looking ahead as he got up, he heard a voice and tried his best to not know anything. Whoever was coming from multiple direction, he had seen no point In running he could be killed worthier way and in these terrible sands it was probably best to die on his feet then run. Gripping his staff tightly, he stuffed the glowing crystal into his poncho pocket in an attempt to hide it. He spoke out.

“This is not my home stranger… This has been here long before me…. Long since abandoned…. Who are you? Why have you come?”

Shanalex
Crix Maden
Darth Timur

 

[Toby Russen]

Tatooine
Tags: Jaro Sansel , Shanalex , Crix Maden , Darth Timur ​

Tatooine was a dreadfully plain world. Mr. Nine had a certain distaste for desert worlds. It was the sand, mostly. He was miserable, having gotten little sleep in the ferocious storm of the previous night. Still, the lure of adventure had kept him on the planet. Rumors of chindinkalu flutes whistling throughout the dune sea were far to tantalizing to ignore. A secret society of desert musicians was simply out their waiting to be discovered, and Nine was never one to let rumors fade into myth. And with his trusty A-180 blaster at his side, he knew he had little to fear. The only thing that served as any form of irritation to the young Umbaran was the blistering heat of the two suns above.

He trudged forward, making his way in a straight line from his vessel, which he landed in a cave to shelter it from any thieving Jawas who might pass by. Eventually, he could see the silhouette of a distant structure. Perhaps the entrance to a secret underground lair? As giddy thoughts of thrill and adventure flooded Nine's mind, he could make out the shape of two figures. As he drew closer, he could make out a conversation...

"This place is a dump. You're not much of a house-keeper, are you?"

"This is not my home stranger… This has been here long before me…. Long since abandoned…. Who are you? Why have you come?"

Ah, locals, Nine thought to himself, unable to make out exactly what was being said. With his usual smug grin and a chipper tone in his voice, he raised his left arm lazily and called out to the group.

"Ahoy there!" he shouted. "Fancy meeting others out here! Is this a settlement!?"

 

[Darth Timur]

As he kept watch from a nearby cliff Timur noticed more and more beings showing up and decided to intervene and insure the situation went as planned. He jumped off the edge, falling almost thirty feet and landing safely with the power of the force. He approached the house and walked to the door.

He sensed force sensitivity in all presences.

"This wasteland is awful popular today."

 

[Crix Maden]

It was becoming more and more apparent that they were no longer alone, and perhaps it was the naivety of Crix being illustrated. Why did he think that he alone would be sense this emanation of the force? It was foolish, and so he realized. Nevertheless, fortune favored the bold.

"They are all coming..We need to escape. Whatever you have, they want. I've come to save you...." At this point, their eyes had not met, and expressions yet exchanged. He would nevertheless try on his most pleasant expression though his aura could not be changed. He was drenched in the dark side, yet the question begged if the entity knew the difference. Only time would tell.

"We don't have time...." He then appeared in the doorway of the room he was in. His tainted yellow eyes betrayed his friendly smile.

"Come with me if you want to live," the sith spoke with a hand gesturing him to follow. He now heard them at the door, but he had known they were close before this. He felt through the force, and if the other complied - he would lead them to the south-eastern side of the building where a small window for ventilation was covered by thin glass. In the situation that they left, he would make quick work of it before leaping out. If the man declined to leave with him, then of course - actions would change and that would be dependent upon the reactions of those around him.

(Short and sweet, sorry)

Toby Russen | Jaro Sansel | Darth Timur | Shanalex

 

[Toby Russen]

Tatooine
Tags: Jaro Sansel , Shanalex , Crix Maden , Darth Timur ​

Nine stood their awkwardly for a moment, a bead of sweat sliding off his brow. Had he been ignored? His intrigue became fixed on the man who stood outside, a rather brooding fellow if Nine had ever seen one. A few individuals seemed to be inside the building, with one man approaching the door. He was a pale bloke who walked in a strange manner and seemed to be monologuing to himself. Perhaps he'd be able to call out again and figure out what this place was.


"Hello!" he shouted, hoping to be heard this time, "You don't happen to know what this place is, do you?!"

 

[Darth Timur]

Standing at the doorway he grew impatient and filled with anger. He came to choose a victor after the climax of a death match, but they weren't fighting. They were making an alliance. The Sith Master was unaware and uncaring if any were speaking directly to him.

"Shut up, inferior scum! You speak to the next Sith'Ari!" He said as he raised his hands and rained down force lightning, attempting to hit everyone present at once. "You will fight or die!"

A part of him wanted to get things going with a bit of force insanity, but there was no guaranteeing the results. They might kill each other or just go mad and commit suicide, so held back, as hard as it was to do so for him personally.

"I came to claim the strongest as my apprentice! So kriffing fight! Kill! Now!"

Jaro Sansel
Crix Maden
Shanalex
Toby Russen

 

[Shanalex]

What was the Force that could affect the material worlds? Shanalex's curious mind wondered about the nature of the Force. There was a sense of familiarity behind the aspect as well, almost as if it was one of the most common questions she asked herself. It was a strange phenomenon that feels new yet simultaneously felt like the Force was everywhere at all times. Yet it was the Force that was calling out to something. Almost like it just wanted to be heard by someone, but from what Shanalex could feel from a distance was a mixture of warmth and cold even as the sweltering heat whipped up from a gust of wind.

The sensation was familiar to Shanalex, and that sense of familiarity pushed certain pieces of her fragmented memories closer to what she hoped was a clear picture. However there were still gaps in her mind, pieces were missing, and her pursuit for her lost memories burned with desire. She continued to walk through the scorching sand dunes of Tatooine, and as she traveled a good distance. All of the sudden she felt and heard the Force howl with the wind. A sudden wave of cold washed over her form that nearly took her breath away in a violent manner. Her body shivered as if the temperature dramatically changed to ice cold.

All Shanalex knew was that she felt the urgency to hurry. Fortunately she wasn’t that far from the source, but she still felt like she must get there as soon as possible. The desire to move caused the midi-chlorians in her body to spur with activity as the Force empowered her form. Sand kicks up sharply with a trail following after Shanalex’s form as she blitzes her way to the establishment with a jagged roof. The sand was a bit slow to follow after she came to a stop within proximity of the building. She felt like the world itself was shifting ever slightly, but Shanalex worked through it both with experience and her vitality was allowing her to withstand the whiplash effects of Force Speed.

Looking up at the building nothing came to mind, but she heard the Force grow stronger in volume now. There were quite a few presences here as well. One was like a curtain of cold shadow over the blazing twin suns, the other was like the smoldering embers of a campfire on a cold night. Rage… That was what Shanalex felt, and there was a strong sense of fear as well. Evidence of electricity scorched some of the walls as well, but there were two individuals outside. Or at least they were visible from an outside perspective. Shanalex approaches the pair as she remained naive of what had just transpired.

”Is everyone alright?” Shanalex questioned as her corrupted eyes looked like molten gold even under the dazzling sunlight as her long dark hair shifted with the desert wind.

Jaro Sansel
Crix Maden
Toby Russen
Darth Timur

 

[Jaro Sansel]

Jaro didn’t know what was happening, all of a sudden his normal scavenger life had turned upside down. Now strange beings emerged wanting him for one purpose or another. Too much chaos and confusion. Looking towards the young man he contemplated saying something, but when he was about to say something another interloper appeared. Jaro was only just trying to make sense of everything taking place, and the situation only seemed to grow worse for him. He contemplated simply giving up the Kyber Crystal he found but rejected that idea altogether.

He didn’t know who these strange beings he could trust. What had frightened him the most was the crackle of lightning. At that point the being who had no knowledge of anything lost it. The contemplation all but free from his mind, now only his flight or fight response remained. Even with his hands gripping his staff so tightly, he doubted durasteel cobbled together would be able to fend off such terrifying sorcery.

He gave everyone a look, his mouth open and yet no words came out. His eyes showed his fear of what he didn’t understand. All he knew was the sands and now he found himself messing with things he didn’t understand. He couldn’t even comprehend how man could wield lightning as if it seemed so easy.

The first sign of the woman, he extending his hands out in a reflex motion. With some of the scattered junk he blew open a hole into the Hut. He didn’t take anytime to look back, even say anything as his legs started to move. Even with how difficult the shifting sands were he moved, and ran into whatever direction he could. He had to get away as quickly as possible, or else he might end up dead with the strange lot of sorcerers all coming in from different directions. All the while he couldn’t believe what he did and found himself saying. “H-How did I do that?”

Crix Maden
Darth Timur
Shanalex
Toby Russen

 

[Crix Maden]

It was not the first time Darth Timur had unleashed his lightning upon Crix, but even after so many times - it didn't get any easier. The force-created volts of lightning licked over his skin after tearing through the hut of the desert planet, singing his body but altogether not being particularly designed to put them down. Crix hissed and pulled out his blade, as he resolved to put away the uninvited guests as Darth Timur would stop them more than likely.

"Looks like --"

His dialogue was cut short by the destructive force exhibited by the unknown individual with the kyber crystal. Debris and tables animated through the manipulation of the force, leaping upwards to shoot towards the wall, tearing through the hut yet another time. Crix bared his teeth, gritting against one another as he glared towards Jaro with what was now a deviant yellow coloration.

"You won't get away with that crystal,"

Crix was taken aback by the degree of the force which was used, but he also realized that the nature of the attack was raw and untamed. Crix's hand moved forward and about towards Jaro, through which he had reached out with a tendril of the force.

In coordination with his hand, one of the chunks of the wall which Jaro had created from his force attack animated and was sent levitating through the air towards Jaro and threatened to smash into his side. Regardless of what happened, if it were to hit him or by some miraculous act of evasion did Jaro avoid being hit, Crix would be upon him with fiendish ferocity - slashing horizontally towards the neck of Jaro.

His strikes, while having some degree of training, were wide and imprecise, easily avoidable yet containing the power to embed deep into the neck of Jaro if not lop it off completely.

"You're risking your life for something you don't know anything about. I can see it in your eyes.."

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Tags: Darth Timur | Jaro Sansel | Shanalex | Toby Russen

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[Toby Russen]

Tatooine
Tags: Jaro Sansel , Crix Maden , Shanalex , Darth Timur ​

As the man outside the building howled in rage, the wind began to pick up. Suddenly, Nine found himself amidst a violent storm. Lightning struck the building and the land around it, kicking up debris and pelting the young Umbaran with sand. Mr. Nine He quickly dove behind a nearby moisture vaporator, removing himself from the man's line of sight. He did, for all intensive purposes, seem incredibly fixated on what lay within the structure.

"What the hell, man," Nine muttered to himself, "I just wanted to find musicians."

Danger always seemed to find him, but he was unsure of why. Regardless, there was a chance he'd need to blast his way out of this one. He readied his hand to draw his gun.

 

[Draco Miles]

Tatooine had been bustling with activity as of late, seems the whole party was here! And what better a place to meet people than at a party? Though to get people to join you, you must show out, flex! Show how powerful you are! At least that’s what Draco thought. She was in the area when she felt Darth Timur ‘s massive show of power and all the sand it kicked up, so she rushed over with her speeder bike. Wearing her BESKAR ARMOR, she first ran into Jaro Sansel , speeding up Next to him and staring at him through that blue visor

“The hell is going on here?!”

She asked in utter confusion, though to him this may be his opportunity of escape from the bad guys… or maybe she was one herself?

Tags! Toby Russen Shanalex Crix Maden

 

[Shanalex]

One after another, more presences were drawn to this one location, to this one source. Shanalex wasn’t the sort to believe in fate, but considering how chaotic this was turning out to be and there was some unseen hand guiding everyone’s hands. Every motion, every raw drip of force energy that seeped from everyone’s existence. Everything about this was not according to some grand design, or at least not a mortal design. With conflict, chaos ensues and the Force rages in both light and dark. This Shanalex understood, and she had a feeling that neither she nor anyone else could divert what was to happen. All Shanalex knew was that the Force brought her here, as it did everyone else in this storm. This source appeared to be moving away as a thunderous crack of stone flying out from one side of the building could be heard. One, a human male with a staff, ran as fast as he could. One of the pieces of debris was flung at him. Whether it hit or not Shanalex wasn’t sure.

There was another armed with a blade that followed after the one who was running away. Shanalex felt the Force cry out from within as she raised a hand with the kinetic energy seething from her open palm. The kinetic energy wrapped around Crix’s sword before violently yanking the weapon towards herself in an attempt to disarm Crix. If successful, Shana will plunge the blade into the sands not too far away from in front of her. Even if she failed, if she could buy the staff wielding man time to save his life. Then that was enough of a reward for Shanalex. What’s more was that someone, another force sensitive, sped on a bike and offered Jaro a ticket out of here. That was the way of it, and Shanalex did nothing to hinder the man’s escape.

Darth Timur had said nothing during this interaction. Whether that was the maddening disappointment or impatience. Perhaps both, but the exchange to disrupt his suggested plan might provoke the Sith. However, there was another presence that seemed to have retreated from the Sith Lord. This one wasn’t as dark and cold as the other two. There was a sense of fear from him, but there was also curiosity in the mix. Perhaps that curiosity was what landed him into this mess.

”I’d suggest you leave this place. This is not a battleground, and it’s most certainly unwanting of such destructive guests.” Not that she would know for sure, but if anything it’ll hopefully convince everyone to leave. Shanalex couldn’t stop this storm, but she could certainly redirect it to somewhere less risky of someone dying. Plus it was also directed to the one with a blaster in hand.

Crix Maden Jaro Sansel Toby Russen Draco Miles Darth Timur (in case you want some interaction/possible conflict)