Faction Black Mire Part II [THR]

[Lily Decoria]

Location: Naboo
Outfit: Jedi Attire
Equipment: Arwr Da, Hydrangea Moonblade (concealed)
Tag: Aurelian Veruna | Aiden Porte | Corazona von Ascania

When Aiden ordered that the Jedi move away from the situation and allow Vizion Trozky to handle the situation with the king, Lily sighed as she did not agree that they should be allowing the king or his soldiers to treat the Jedi with this disrespect without consequence. Then the soldier beside the king attempted to make a joke about short supply of Jedi. Which Lily found dumbfounding since she would have thought that someone who fought in battles, risking their lives for civilians would hold respect for others who do the exact same thing. But she held her tongue and looked to Aiden, showing the annoyance in her eyes.

While she was taking the steps back from the void, the king approached it and there was then a burst of light with a horrendous high pitch noise. It was disorientating and too sudden in the intensity. Lily could feel herself getting overwhelmed and suffering a sensory overload from the bright light as well as the noise hitting her senses. Once it was gone, it took Lily a few moments to absorb the situation. Attempting to find the composure in herself as everything had been so much and now it was suddenly just gone.

Focusing on her breathing, Lily kept a slow and steady pace, making sure to swallow the nausea that she could feel. Looking over to seeing Lorn and Bastila unconscious on the ground, Lily gathered herself to rise to her feet. Looking over to Aiden, "I will get Corazona, I saw where she went with the civilian. Lorn and Bastila will need medical attention right away." Lily moved back to where she spotted where Corazona and Rayne Lo'to were. Stumbling slightly as she could still feel the aftereffects of the sensory overload.

"Cora! Cora, they...... they need you at the void site.... It vanished and...and Lorn and Bastila were found unconscious. They are going to need medical attention." Lily called out as she headed to the medical tent, hoping to find the healer swiftly so that the pair could get the care that they needed.

 

[Kudau]

"Kudau, what is going on out there?"

Kudau felt the force thinning around him, putting him on edge again. This moment was getting more and more stressful with each development, and it was difficult to keep a steady head. He knew he didn't need to describe the feeling that every Jedi around him felt, too, so he focused simply on what Corazona couldn't see. Just as he went to describe what he saw...

"Cora! Cora, they...... they need you at the void site.... It vanished and...and Lorn and Bastila were found unconscious. They are going to need medical attention."

The young knight did the explaining for him. Thinking of Corazona's "passengers", Kudau walked quickly out of the tent to meet Lily Decoria . "Corazona is in the medical tent, but it might be faster to bring the two here. Do you think the two can handle being carried?"

In his mind, Bastila's name rang a bell, but he needed to be sure that he was thinking of the right person before allowing any emotion to affect him. He knew that right now, he needed to be alert, cautious, and trusting of the people around him.

Corazona von Ascania Lily Decoria

 

[Dominique Vexx]

"Uh, Director...?"

Dominique looked up from the display at the mixture of confusion and worry. Someone that didn't know whether to make mention of something or mind their own business, and worried of the consequences if they chose poorly. Hardly an unfamiliar tone among Corpos -- namely, their assistants, adjuncts, and aides. Her golden rings followed their gaze out toward the void. Surely it hadn't silently morphed...

And no, it had not. Instead one Chancellor of the Republic stood on the edge of the void. What were his personal guards for? Decoration? Before she could have someone go fetch the man before he personally thought to venture into the unknown to get away from his political charge, a sharp whine caused her to wince.

Thankfully, it did not last. Neither did the void.

Her teeth clicked shut as Aurelian ran into the field like a foolhardy guard finding an unconscious form in an alleyway. As someone from Denon knew you never trusted a lack of visual indication of danger as an affirmation of safety. Just because the void could not be seen did not mean it was gone, or hadn't left something behind. He could have at least given them all a single minute to scan the area. It wasn't as though the two people laying in the field would be any worse for wear for a single minute more.

If anything that minute might allow them to show signs of anything... unnatural having seeped into them.

A sharp gesture commanded the researchers to set to their task. Just because Aurelian wanted to do everything didn't mean they'd all been given the rest of the day off. And, frankly, she didn't want to wade out there assuming it was safe, but that man needed someone to follow him before he did anything else absurd.

Like pick up a strange object.

Dominique skipped a step when her own outfit flickered. More noticeable was the way her lilac glareshades didn't respond to optical gestures to diagnose what had just happened. She turned to regard all those that stood stupefied with devices in their hands or under their control.

"Is there anything else you would care to do while you single handedly resolve and create more work for us, Chancellor?" Dominique asked as she strode out to meet him at last. "Could I invite you not to take that... orb any where near anything that moves or flies before we know what it does?" Hopefully it didn't ruin anything permanently or the Republic was going to have several companies seeking compensation. Not to mention Dominique's own customized equipment. "Perhaps you should keep it away from the medical tents as well." Assuming the radius of its effect hadn't extended that far already.

Aurelian Veruna | Atham Harek | Open​

 

[Rayne Lo'to]

Naboo
Tags: Corazona von Ascania , Tatiana Sah , Kudau , Lily Decoria

Rayne Runner | Trash Mobile Home
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"Welcome back. You've a mild concussion, but no bleeding. Does anything hurt?"

"Hello. I am Tatiana. Can I be of service?" Her blue eyes fell to the wrong device and then rose again. "I felt a disturbance when you fell. There was something familiar to it."

Oh. This wasn't very good at all. She wasn't really in a position to freely speak her mind. Did any of these people know any hand signs? She wasn't really sure. Rayne had to make her gestures as clear as possible. In a manner that would seem a bit childish, as though playing a game of charades, Rayne opened her mouth and pretended to speak, no noise coming out. She then pointed at her mouth, as though to emphasize that she was, in fact, not speaking. She even shook her head for extra emphasis. Of course, she was bright red the whole time. It was rather embarrassing.

The blonde first one was called off by another, following a very fit white haired woman and a wolf-like man, leaving her with the woman who had said she felt some sort of familiar disturbance. Rayne had a special connection with technology. Had something occurred when she was knocked out? She didn't know the truth for herself quite yet.

But, she did have to trust that this stranger could help her. With a sheepish, bashful expression, Rayne leaned forward so that she could place the damaged vocoder in the hands of the knight. It would be very clear at a glance that it was a droid component for synthesizing speech, which she hoped would make it clear to them that it was what she required to answer all of the questions she had been asked. Rayne had her own questions to ask as well.

Nobody could just attack her without repercussion, right?

 

[Tatiana Sah]

Tatiana watched the Twi'lek woman as she made gestures in an effort to communicate. The Knight that'd come to her bedside remained crouched and remain silent as Rayne struggled to communicate. Once her motions settled, the blonde nodded.

Cora asked a brief question, which prompted Tatiana to look up at the woman. "An electromagnetic disturbance localized and centered around this woman." Afterwhich, her attention turned back to Rayne to add, "May I?" with a gesture to the damaged device.

The scattered components rested atop her left palm while Tatiana hovered the right above them. "Are you aware of any kind of connection with... electrical components?" Slowly a field of pin-prick lights slowly flared into and out of being between her palms. "Frequencies normally outside your species' audible range?" Lights began to appear in greater number until they began to run together. Translucent rays flowed between Tatiana's palms. They washed over the components, and soon enough what was broken began to move seemingly of its own accord. "Devices that respond to your desire instead of your touch?" Initially the progress was slow, but it sped up rapidly until everything simply snapped back together as it had been before her fall. Well, better, in truth, but it wouldn't be noticeable at a mere glance.

Reassembled,Tatiana extended the vocoder out for Rayne.

It was about that time that Lily burst into the tent. Kudau was inclined for them to bring the wounded to Cora rather than the other way around. Matters well in their hands, which left Tatiana to smile for Rayne's benefit.

Then Aurelian picked up an orb.

Tatiana's smile dropped and her blue eyes became unfocused and drawn to the side. Only a second later they turned back toward Rayne. "Did you feel that as well? Where the void was?" Rayne's had been a disturbance, but what Tatiana felt now was disturbing. Actively. Something was wrong outside. Not in the traditional sense -- no one was screaming and shouting -- but that didn't mean everything was in good order either.

Rayne Lo'to | Corazona von Ascania | Lily Decoria | Kudau

 

[Rayne Lo'to]

Naboo
Tags: Tatiana Sah , Corazona von Ascania , Kudau , Lily Decoria

Rayne Runner | Trash Mobile Home
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"Devices that respond to your desire instead of your touch?"

Rayne accepted the vocoder back. She didn't move to fiddle with any of the dials on it, she merely let her mind enter the device. A voice spoke through, the old female-personality core of that protocol droid it had been salvaged from synthesized into speech by her will.

"I'm aware," the device stated. "I've always been this way. I usually have control over it. It must have slipped from me when I..."

The Twi'lek winced, reaching up to rub at her forehead again. Her lips formed into a pout when she it persisted for a moment longer than she would have liked. It made it difficult to focus on using the vocoder. Unfortunately she had little choice. Rayne had no voice of her own to speak with. As such, that device was what she would be talking through. She let out a soft exhale before continuing.

"I felt... cold, when I was out," she answered in regards to that void. "Was it that... weird haze? That stuff ate my ship..."

The voice paused before speaking again.

"Did I do something wrong? I think somebody hit me. I'm not sure. I didn't see anything."

It all happened too fast.

 

[Loken]

The sound reached them first.

Not engines, at least, not at first. It was a low, atmospheric pressure shift that rolled through the jungle canopy like a held breath finally being released. Leaves shuddered. Birds scattered in sharp, panicked arcs. Somewhere deeper in the green, something large and metallic cut through cloud and mist.

Then the transports broke through the canopy.

They did not descend gently, Republic gunships in unfamiliar configuration, darker silhouettes than standard High Republic transports, their hulls matte and angular, running lights muted to near invisibility. They hovered just long enough for their underslung bays to open.

Then the Clone troopers dropped.

Not in ranks. Nor in any official ceremony.

They scattered.

Jets flared briefly; both controlled and precise, before the troopers vanished into the undergrowth in disciplined silence. There were no audible orders. They held no banner. There was simply no announcement. Just movement: shadows slipping between tree trunks, white armour flashing once and then never again. They set a perimeter. Troopers moved to stand in Overwatch positions both outwards and inwards towards the group. They claimed the High ground without comment.

The Jedi however would have felt it immediately.

The Force shifted, not violently or aggressively; but with the sudden pressure of absolute intent. These soldiers were not here to posture. They were here to take and to hold.

Their armour was wrong.

White, yes as should be expected, but it was broken by unfamiliar sigils and muted striping, angular pauldrons reinforced beyond standard clone issue. Helmets carried narrower visors, their lenses darkened and unreadable. No legion markings any of the gathered Masters or Knights recognized. No Senate Guard indications. Nothing of familiarity.

They were Republic; but not the Republic any of them were familiar with.

Within seconds, the clearing had changed character entirely. Sightlines were gone. Every approach felt watched. The jungle itself had become an extension of the battalion.

Only then did one trooper step fully into view.

He removed his helmet as he walked, clipped it to his belt with a practiced motion. His face was familiar to some, but his bearing was not. Rank sat on him without need of embellishment. His armor bore a single, vertical sigil at the chest plate, a dark metal inset, polished smooth by wear.

He stopped a respectful distance from Aurelian Veruna and inclined his head. Not a bow. Acknowledgement.

“Your Highness,” he said evenly. “Apologies for the abrupt arrival.”

His eyes flicked briefly, with professional seriousness across the assembled Jedi, the Republic officials, and the orb in Aurelian’s hand itself. A rapid assessment completed in seconds.

“We are acting under direct authority of the Senate.”

A deliberate pause as he took a slight step to the side, finger extending to show it being away from the trigger of his blaster.

“By order of The Magistrate of the Republic, this area is now under our control.”

Behind him, unseen but unmistakable, the jungle settled; the quiet that comes not from peace, but from control.

“Our battalion has been tasked with containment, perimeter denial, and custodial oversight of the artifact effective immediately.” His gaze returned to Aurelian, steady and unflinching. “All further access will proceed through Republic command.”

He let that land before adding, calmly,

“You’re safe, Your Majesty. But from this moment on; this operation answers to the Magistrate.”

Aurelian Veruna | Rayne Lo'to | Corazona von Ascania | Tatiana Sah | Lily Decoria |
Aiden Porte | Kudau | Dominique Vexx | Atham Harek​

 

[Aiden Porte]

Aurelian Veruna Rayne Lo'to Corazona von Ascania Tatiana Sah Lily Decoria Dominique Vexx Kudau Atham Harek​

For half a breath, it almost felt like the worst of it was leaving with them. Then he felt the force shift, a small pressure that was subtle and deliberate. Like the air before a storm decides to break. Even after he regained his own composer after standing up.

Transports. Different silhouettes than the medevac, descending without ceremony.

Aiden's eyes narrowed as troopers dropped from open bays, white armor flashing.

He could feel the emotions of those around him shifting. Aiden breathed in slowly and tasted metal at the back of his throat. It was curious, Aiden had gone on his own accord to see them in their training. there were different than the clone troopers he'd seen before.

Their presence in the Force was, odd.

He tried again to pinpoint it. All he found was a smear of something wrong at the edges, like a shadow cast where no object stood.

Aiden's gaze tracked the first trooper to step into view, helmet coming off with a practiced clip to his belt. Same face as countless others, yet the bearing was different, rank worn like an inevitability.

"Interesting."

 

[Atham Harek]

Aurelian Veruna l Aiden Porte l Lily Decoria l Vizion Trozky l Loken l Aiden Porte​

Atham's hands clasped behind his back, the Commando stepping in front of the King. Sure, he was a pompous, mousse-covered, conniving politician, but by golly, he was a Naboo man, and as a fellow Nabooian himself, Atham felt compelled to step inbetween him and the newfound....

Well, whoever this was.

"Soldier. I am Lieutenant Atham Harek with the Grand Army of the High Republic. Around me, and you, is my company. We are all Commandos operating under the direction of the Grand Army of the High Republic and at the discretion of his majesty. You-" An inclination of his head. "Will give your name, rank, and battalion, as well as some proof these claims. Otherwise, you don't-"

He clicked his teeth.

"Well, it would be rather unpleasant."

Not a drop of fear at that point. Atham lived for the fight. He was surrounded, the clone troops all visible to him. That simplified his problem- he knew where they were.

 

[Aurelian Veruna]

Tags: Atham Harek | Vizion Trozky | Aiden Porte | Dominique Vexx | Loken

Aurelian rolled the orb in his palm, turning it as if expecting seams to reveal themselves. Nothing. No heat. No vibration. The silence it carried pressed at his ears. He disliked that most of all.

"So," he murmured, mostly to himself, "no switches. No courtesy labels." A presence stepped close behind him. He did not turn. "No," Aurelian said, already tired, "no one saw this coming, Lieutenant." A sigh slipped out before he could stop it.

He glanced sideways as Dominique approached, her irritation sharp enough to cut glass. He listened while she spoke, eyes never leaving the orb. Sensible concerns. Expensive concerns. He nodded once. "A box," he echoed. "Yes. A very good box. One that dampens whatever this is." His mouth twitched. "Do we have one of those, or do we need to invent it in the next five minutes?" Where were the Jedi when he actually needed them?

Transports cut through. Soldiers spilled out with purpose. Aurelian straightened as the perimeter snapped into place around him. Efficient. Quiet. Rude. The trooper who approached removed his helmet. Familiar face. Unfamiliar confidence. The words came polished, rehearsed, carrying the weight of authority meant to impress lesser men.

Aurelian barked a short laugh. "The Magistrate," he said, tasting the title. "How flattering."

He finally turned, orb still in hand, eyes bright with something dangerous and amused. "You are very far from wherever you think that authority applies."

Atham stepped in front of him. Aurelian lifted a hand, not to stop him, but to acknowledge the gesture.

"This is Naboo," Aurelian said calmly. "My planet. My site. You do not take custody of anything here without my consent." His gaze flicked briefly to the Jedi in the clearing. "And for the record, they have more rights on this ground than your Magistrate does."

He looked back at the trooper, smile sharpening. "You want cooperation? Ask properly. Until then, this stays with me."

His fingers curled more firmly around the orb.

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[Dominique Vexx]

"A box to contain an effect that up to the moment that orb, and those Jedi," the two that would be swamped with medical treatment and fussing in short order, "appeared could not be measured." Dominique smirked at the King so fascinated with the object in his possession. "As it so happens, we have several worth trying. Otherwise we will simply have to make one." Her eyes slipped to Atham for a moment with slight bemusement as if he might commiserate with her at such outrageous requirements. "In five minutes." Honestly, the ease with which people thought such miraculous things could be studied.

The mirth quickly faded as Dominique's head panned the area to monitor armored personnel scatter about the area. Situations like these could quickly and easily turned into bloodbaths. Her features hardened as one of their number strode up and laid down what they thought was the law.

The Magistrate. He certainly wasted no time in an effort to lay claim to whatever interested him. Dominique knew the type well. Barrel down on you and expect you to get out of the way, or they'd run through you. Problem was sometimes they met people in life that did neither, and that's when problems spiraled out of control. Such a dominating personality couldn't concede authority. Had that been instilled in these soldiers?

"Gentlemen," her visage her relaxed, but her eyes remain bright and sharp, "I think everyone is getting ahead of themselves. Unless the Magistrate has divined a means of containing this artifact, whatever vessel that comes near this thing will fall out of the sky or never get off the ground. So," she gestured back in the direction of the researchers fussing over gear that had been knocked offline earlier, "if the King will accompany me we can find a means of safely transporting this curiosity."

Aurelian Veruna | Atham Harek | Loken
Aiden Porte | Vizion Trozky​

 

[Loken]

The trooper did not react to Atham’s positioning. He gave him a look of indifference, there was nothing else other than the slight feeling that the stillness around them was sharpening. No shift in weight, these were both men who were used to the imposed threat around them.

He let the silence stretch just long enough to prove it was intentional.

Then, calmly, he lifted one hand, two fingers extended, palm angled outward. Not a command. A signal.

The jungle answered.

Something subtle changed at the edge of perception. Eyes shifted momentarily from the overwatch, focusing in on the area where they spoke. Two other clones, helmets secured so they remained featureless, approached and fell into rank alongside the lead. There were no weapons raised. No threat declared. Simply readiness, made visible.

The clone’s gaze remained on Atham as he spoke.

“Lieutenant Atham Harek,” he said evenly, almost as if he was making sure the words sounded correct. “Grand Army of the High Republic.”

A pause. Just enough to acknowledge the weight behind the name.

“Your assessment is noted.”

Only then did his eyes shift back to Aurelian. Not past Atham, not dismissively around him. The change was direct. It was respectful of the other solider. Yet it was also unyielding.

“My designation is Commander CC-4655,” he continued. “Of the Grand Army of the High Republic. 4th Army Group. I have been granted temporary operational authority assigned by writ of the Magistracy and as such the High Republic Senate and the seat of the Chancellor.”

He reached slowly, with obviously deliberate movement to the recessed panel at his belt. Any faster and it would have been provocative. Any slower and it would have been theatre. He produced a slim, hexagonal data-seal, its surface etched with layered encryption glyphs that shimmered faintly as they activated.

He did not hand it over.

Instead, he angled it so Aurelian could see.

Republic codes bloomed across the seal. These were deep codes, the kind that did not circulate through standard Senate channels. Beneath them, a secondary crest resolved: the Magistrate’s authority mark, overlaid with emergency custodial provisions of the Security Council.

Finally, a name rendered cleanly and unmistakably.

Ravion Corvalis

“This writ does not supersede Naboo sovereignty,” the Commander said, anticipating the argument before it could be voiced. “Nor does it invalidate Jedi jurisdiction.”

His tone shifted; not softer, but narrower.

“It does activate a failsafe clause invoked only when the hole would be assessed as possessing a danger to High Republic interests.”

He turned to look towards Dominique, she had answered that question out loud moments before.

“That assessment has already been made.”

The jungle seemed to enclose them all as he spoke. The suppressive heat of the mist clinging to them all.

“We are not here to confiscate,” he said. “We are here to contain.”

His eyes flicked to the orb in Aurelian’s hand.

“Respectfully, Your Majesty, every second it remains unshielded increases the risk profile of this site.” A slight tilt of the head. “The Security Council have deemed that a danger to the High Republic.”

He straightened, hands returning to a neutral position, helmet still clipped at his side.

“You are correct,” he said. “This is Naboo. And nothing will be moved without your consent.”

A pause as the two clones at his side moved to the flank of Aurelian, then the steel beneath the courtesy surfaced.

“But understand this: if that object activates, destabilises, or escalates beyond threshold…” His gaze met Aurelian’s fully now. “Your member party consent becomes irrelevant. Survival does not.”

The Commander inclined his head again, this time not acknowledgement, but request.

“For now we are deployed. On your soil. Under your oversight.”

The jungle seemingly held its breath.

“And then,” he added, quietly, “you can decide how loudly you want to argue with the Magistrate.”

Aurelian Veruna | Atham Harek | Dominique Vexx | Aiden Porte | Vizion Trozky​

 

[Lily Decoria]

Location: Naboo
Outfit: Jedi Attire
Equipment: Arwr Da, Hydrangea Moonblade (concealed)
Tag: Corazona von Ascania | Kudau | Rayne Lo'to

Hearing Kudau, Lily nodded her head, "yeah. I think so but we just have to be cautious. They arrived unconscious after the void area disappeared so I have no idea on what they might have faced in that space." Lily clarified.

She held some basic medical training from her aunt but there was not enough to know what could have happened or where to begin even attempting to help the pair. Especially with the whole area having some strange nullification effects. "Be cautious though, there is some sort of Force nullification area around currently. I have no clue on what is creating it or how long it will be lasting for."

"I'll help you carry them both. Hopefully things will have sorted themselves out over there so we aren't dealing with that weirdness anymore." Lily mentioned as she led the way for Kudau to follow.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

An electromagnetic disturbance? "Do you think it has something to do with-"

Whatever was happening beyond the tent, Lily's voice pierced through it – heralding the return of the lost Jedi and shifting Cora's train of thought sharply into another direction entirely. Fortunately, Kudau and Lily were quick to bring the unconscious pair directly to her.

"Lay them down gently," she instructed, waving her hands to scatter the waiting medical personnel to the side. "Give them space." Carefully, Cora cradled her stomach as she knelt down. The moment her fingers skimmed over Lorn's forehead, something felt...incredibly off. Unsettling, on the edge of nausea. Even the baby's kicking felt more agitated than usual. A drop of sweat clung to her scrunched brow.

Lorn's chest moved in slow, shallow breaths, but she couldn't feel his life in the Force as she so often did when assessing the depth of a patient's malady. "He's...alive," she murmured. She felt for Bastila's pulse, weak but present. "They both are."

But to what end?

"Bring me a medscanner," she instructed one of the medics. "It's as Knight Decoria said – something is interfering with the Force. We'll need to take their vitals manually." The medic paused, tapping at a dark screen with a frown. "This one isn't working," he said. "I'll get another-"

"It's no use," another chimed in. "All of our equipment is down."

Cora sat back, looking from the pair of unconscious Jedi, up to those who surrounded them. This feeling of being cut off from the Force was familiar in the most unpleasant way - but more importantly, it impeded her work.

"What on Coruscant happened out there?"

Kudau Rayne Lo'to Lily Decoria Tatiana Sah

 

[Tatiana Sah]

"Another time, I would be interested in how you perceive me," Tatiana replied gnetly as the Twi'lek rubbed her forehead. When there wasn't a void and she wasn't suffering the effects of a possible concussion. A not so trivial matter that had garnered first Corazona's attention, and now had the blonde's hand raised just a few inches from the green woman's forehead. There did appear to be mild trauma from the blunt force impact. Nothing life threatening or even life-altering it would seem. Not good, but not terrible.

Her hand fell as Rayne began to speak once more. "An unclassified anomaly. Cold might be a way to characterize a lack of analysis or understanding. It is a curiosity. Hopefully not one that has resulted in the permanent loss of your vessel."

"Can you stand? Something has changed outside. I could accompany you." Tatiana glanced over at Cora in case the woman had concerned about the Twi'lek moving on her own. Even a minor head injury could leave someone prone to fainting or collapse until they recovered. If Rayne preferred to remain, then Tatiana would excuse herself to investigate on her behalf instead.

Before they could go far, two forms were brought into the tent and Tatiana's blue eyes shifted to them. Slowly, she rose to her feet and took a step in their direction. Tatiana stopped before she'd done more than that before her head pivoted to one side then the other. "Miss, you may not wish to get any closer," she said over her shoulder to the Twi'lek. "There is an... electromagnetic bubble that may affect your vocoder."

"Excuse me, Knight Ascania," the silvery Knight stepped forward, her eyes slid over the unconscious bodies before they rose to Cora once more, "do we know the source of what is interfering with the equipment?"

Rayne Lo'to | Corazona von Ascania | Kudau | Lily Decoria

 

[Aurelian Veruna]

Tags: Atham Harek | Loken | Dominique Vexx | Vizion Trozky

Aurelian listened without interrupting, the orb steady in his hand. He watched the clone present the seal, watched the codes bloom and fade. Ravion Corvalis. Of course. He filed the name away with the others that thought authority traveled well without invitation.

Containment. Failsafes. Thresholds. He smiled faintly.

"The hole is gone," Aurelian said at last, voice calm, almost bored. "You will notice there is nothing left to assess." He glanced back at the flattened grass, the dew already reclaiming the moment. "No void. No breach. No active anomaly." His eyes returned to the Commander. "Which means no failsafe clause to invoke. The danger you're describing is hypothetical."

He shifted the orb again, slower now, weighing it like a coin at a crossroads. He did not like being told survival made his consent irrelevant. He liked even less how practiced the line sounded.

Dominique was right. He trusted her instincts. He trusted her mind. He had been about to say so when the clone stepped in again, quiet as a closing door. Aurelian studied him with open curiosity.

"A new batch," he said lightly. "They've taught you confidence early."

"Stand down," Aurelian said, tone sharpening just enough to matter. "Or I let my Lieutenant here remind you whose soil you're standing on." His gaze flicked briefly to Atham, then back. "We will solve this puzzle without the Security Council breathing down our necks."

He refused to let it dictate the moment.

He stepped closer, lowering his voice. "Ravion would not want a scene here," he said. "Not on Naboo. Not with Jedi watching and half the Republic pretending not to. And neither do I."

He turned slightly toward Dominique, decision settling in his chest.

"Director Vexx and I will find a way to transport this safely," Aurelian said. "Shielded. Grounded. Slow." His fingers closed around the orb. "You may assist. You may observe. You may keep your perimeter."

His smile returned, dangerous and polite. "But you do not take this from me. Not today." He met the Commander's eyes once more. "Now let's stop posturing before someone makes a mistake we all have to explain later."

​

 

[Rayne Lo'to]

Naboo
Tags: Tatiana Sah , Corazona von Ascania , Kudau , Lily Decoria , Wuxia Wukong , Others...

Rayne Runner | Trash Mobile Home
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"Can you stand? Something has changed outside. I could accompany you."

Rayne nodded and picked herself up to her feet. She was curious what the woman meant in regards to percieving her. Was it that she was a cyborg of some sort? Folks like that were rather common across the galaxy. Perhaps that wasn't it. With some hesitation, the Twi'lek woman got to her feet and began to follow, only to be told that her vocoder might get fried. With a sigh, Rayne turned to set the vocoder down a good distance away and turned back, signing with her hands.

Someone will understand, I hope. She gestured, her hand movements slow so anybody who could read it was able to.

From there she made haste towards the site, or at least close enough to peer into the hole that had been left behind. Her eyes frantically searched for any sign of her ship. She just needed to board up and get the hell out of this place before somebody else decided to punch her.

Nothing.

The Twi'lek woman turned back to the Jedi Knight who had fixed her vocoder with a childish pout on her face, signing two simple words:

Ship gone.

 

[Atham Harek]

"Well, now that we're all nice and friendly, I say your men look rather parched. Now that this whole business is over, why don't we-" Atham fumbled with his hands hap-hazardly in such a way that was to say, to join together.

"Make merry, hm? Surely there's a local girl who's never seen a clone before. Oh, how they'll look at you..." Atham said, his head drifting into the wind, imagining for the clones, the dancing, the revelry, the tom foolery, stealing speeder bike, parking illegally, oh the scandal!

"Let the Jedi and the like have their day studying and meditating over this little... whatever this is."

Atham sought to defuse the Clone Commander's tension doing the best thing he knew how:

Partying, drinking, dancing, and the occasional underlying threat of extreme violence behind all that posh exterior.

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[Aiden Porte]

Aurelian Veruna Corazona von Ascania Lily Decoria Loken Dominique Vexx​

Aiden moved with the medics until the edge of their perimeter stopped him, close enough to see Lorn's face beneath the field wrap and the pale sheen of Bastila's skin under the emergency blanket. He did not crowd them. He did not touch the stretcher frames. He simply leaned in, steady and present, and let them feel he was still there.

His eyes lifted to Cora.

"How bad?" he asked quietly, waiting for what answer she could provide at the current time. Aiden was no expert healer, and even now with this artifact, whatever it was.

The clearing felt wrong with every second the new arrivals held their positions. Aiden could feel their angles without seeing them, the way the jungle itself had been turned into a weapon. He kept his pace even, not hurried, not challenging, just purposeful, as he crossed the wet ground toward Aurelian.

"The artifact is best in your care, Your Majesty," Aiden said. "You are the only authority here who can hold it openly, and force answers for anyone who tries to take it."

And not to mention it had a clear affect against those with the ability to use the force.

 

[Dominique Vexx]

Dominique returned Loken 's look without the slightest disturbance to lip or brow. She was not about to try stepping in front of a train eager to make their point even if she strongly disagreed with his interpretation. There had been no assessment regarding the hole which had drawn them there, and that evidently Loken's authority to seize command stemmed from. Indeed, nothing had been assessed of it until Aurelian audaciously peered into the void, and then sauntered out into an open field to retrieve the orb. Why the void vanished, and what the orb was remain in question. What the orb did was at least marginally understood unlike the 'nothing' that had occupied the field a short time ago; and it was that which Dominique had assessed to a degree.

There was, however, a perturbed stare at Loken when he implied danger persisted so long as the orb was unshielded. As if Ravion's minions had -- as she'd said -- divined a means of containment when no one was looking in the scant minute they had possessed the artifact.

Aurelian Veruna voiced as much about the hole being gone and Loken's raison d'être with it. That said, Dominique consciously kept from looking at the King as he claimed there was no active anomaly. That orb was fairly anomalous, but that was a technicality.

"Gentlemen," Dominique repeated with a time-honored thinly veiled impatience, "the longer we stand out here talking about formalities, the longer that orb isn't contained. If you will all please accompany me to our containment vessels before I consider bringing them to you, and putting you all inside along with it?" For all they knew strong emotions caused it to do something more than it already had! Frankly, she was already a touch cross from how it was interfering with her glareshades.

With a force smile, Dominique turned and began to take a step with a look back at the men to make sure they were following -- at least Aurelian. Obviously electromagnetic containment was out of the question. Field harmonics. Anything requiring the use of a power source. Her thoughts slid across a few possibilities there were self-sustaining. There was one smaller vessel in particular that might work. Normally it fulfilled a similar if different role as the orb itself, but perhaps the properties would cancel one another out -- much like forcing the same polarities of magnets together to blunt the radiant effects? Limit their range if nothing else. The materials of said vessel hadn't been easy to come by.

Aurelian Veruna | Loken | Atham Harek | Aiden Porte | Vizion Trozky​