First Reply Between Fire and Memory - [Ossus]

[Braze]

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The twilight of Ossus draped itself in hues of bronze and violet, where sun and shadow clashed upon the bones of a forgotten age. Outside the decrepit husk known in jest as the Mud Duck, squatting like a stubborn parasite in the embrace of old stones there lay a small encampment, humble yet suffused with an air of purpose. The evening air was fragrant with dust and the resinous scent of trees that had clawed their way back through centuries of ruin, their roots entwining with the shattered carcass of Jedi masonry.

It was here that Braze kept his vigil. His camp fire crackled with the slow dying embers, casting forth a warm glow. Around him, the ground was strewn with fragments of scavenged glory: fractured focusing crystals still whispering with dormant light, warped emitter matrices gnawed by corrosion, and the elegant latticework of saber lenses fractured by ages yet clinging stubbornly to their mystery.

He worked with the devotion of a cleric, allowing his fingers to brush over ancient alloys as though one touch might summon the echo of the long-dead masters who once forged them. The tools at his side were modest, yet his command of them wove refinement from ruin.

Behind the camp, the yawning mouth of a ruin gaped like a wound in the earth, its entrance veiled in stonefall and tangled roots, a relic of the temple complex buried beneath eons of silence. It was from that forsaken vault that Braze had pried loose the treasures scattered before him now, artifacts defiant enough to have survived the cataclysm that had erased so much else. The ruin brooded there, as though watching him, its threshold a black mirror reflecting his own hunger for knowledge and the peril it so often promised.

And yet, in that moment, the scene was serene. The night-birds of Ossus began their chorus as the stars above bled their pin pricked lights steadily through the twilight canopy accompanying the steady crackle of the fire, bearing with it the faint perfume of cedarwood kindling.

Ossus was scarred and haunted, but beneath the weight of ages it breathed still with the beauty of life. And in its breath, Braze found both sanctuary and omen as if the world itself conspired to test whether he might rebuild what others had lost, or perish trying

 

[Cassie Callahan]

Fire/ Memory

"I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other."
- Excerpt: Frankenstein, Mary Shelly -

Gear: Basic Stuff


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Laying back, my "eyes" starring up into the dark, starry sky. Memories, flooding and breaking my dykes, swiftly bypassing my defenses. Then I sat up, awake.

Left, right I look around me, the crackling of a dying fire snapping its tongue in deadly hissing motives a few feet in front of me, draws me to reality. Unnerved, I slowly stand up, stocking what my "eyes" can decipher from the defended darkness, that blackness calculating its chance when that fire goes awry.

Squinting an "eye", I step forward, grasping my rifle into my paws. But nothing, silence. Coldness. Crouching my body to knee level, I sniff the air. Nothing. Turning my head over my left shoulder, my animalistic eyes lock onto the ruins. A low rumble-like growl betrays me, but I ignore it. I do love the spooky. I do love a good adventure.

Braze
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[Braze]

TAGS: Cassie Callahan

Braze ignited a cluster of blades, letting them hang suspended in the air around him, their hum resonating in layered tones. With nothing but the will of the Force, he willed them into motion, clashing one against another in a controlled dance of sparks and pressure. Each strike carried no hand behind it, only the precise tug of telekinesis.

Different lenses gave different voices to the sabers. Some rang with a razor-sharp pitch, others burned deeper, heavier, as if the crystal itself demanded weight. Occasionally he halted the 'duel', pulling apart one weapon apart mid-air. Components drifted apart like petals scattered by a breeze until his focus slid a lens free. Another lens slid into its place, the hilt reassembled piece by piece, and the test resumed.

To an onlooker, it would have seemed a storm of light and steel held in perfect suspension. To Braze, it was the quiet method of discovery, pitting resonance against resonance, sharpening his understanding of each blade's hidden character.

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[Cassie Callahan]

Fire/ Memory

"I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other."
- Excerpt: Frankenstein, Mary Shelly -

Gear: Basic Stuff


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Silently I cursed myself for not packing my own gear, forced to use the basic traditional gear from the rented space vehicle, as I began to breakdown my camp in preparations to spelunk the ruins; poorly crafted and not all together trustworthy. But I was in haste, and now I would be stranded with these derelict weapons. I was all too eager to come to this planet, not completing the interviews, whilst leaving those that I already interviewed in stasis without an answer, that would form my exploration crew. And I failed to check in on my newly commissioned ship that was currently under construction before departing. My eagerness would be my undoing one day.

However, even with less than desirable weapons, I wasn't completely in disarray; I have other means of survival; and as I moved through the darkness toward the dark-covered ruins, my eyes adjusted easily to the moon's illumination. It has always been known to be folly to delve deep into ancient ruins at night, with the lack of lighting not the only danger. Some of these ruins, I learned early on, hold nasty residents that do not like interlopers trouncing around their hallowed grounds; and most of these easily irritated landlords haunt at night. It was safer during daylight hours, but again, my eagerness could not be weighted down.

As, drawing closer to the ruins, I heard a clashing sound off to my left, where my head swiveled toward the direction; my eyes catching flashes of light, some clashing together mixing colors together. That was interesting, but beautiful in design how the colors brought a peaceful setting to an eerie nightfall. Briefly I considered investigating but thought better of it. Curiosity is not in my character make-up, so ignoring the scene to the left, I ventured forward into the fringe of the ruins, crossing over the invisible boundary lines that separated planet from ancient grounds; immediately feeling eyes upon me. And I thought I heard growling further ahead, a cacophony of sounds radiating from inside the structure's many openings; some by design, others created from years of neglect. And I smiled.

Braze​