Public BLACK SUN PRESENTS Weekend Treasure Hunt 35: Treasure of the Traitor Empress (OPEN)

[Tamsin Graves]

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Theme: Glitter & Gold
Equipment: Armor | Other Equipment Here
Side Tags: Kaila Irons | Vakhari Lutris | Vestra Tane | Delila Castillon
Main Tag: Eido Wreyth

She found herself wandering further into the ship, she randomly passed by various computer panels that might be able to give her a manifest of things her sister might want. Why did she care what she wanted, what about what she wanted. She would try to tell herself not to think like that, even if she was pissed at her sister. She knew damn well whatever she found would be shared with her in some capacity.

No, she would just get yelled at again for doing nothing wrong, she would tell herself in the next breath. She would probably find something worthless and get chastised for it cause wasn't an empress, director, or God knows what else. She was just some dumb slave clone; she would mutter in her own self-pity. Her purpose was to serve as a catalyst and die, to whatever the hell possessed her.

It was odd though. she realized as she thought those who thought the demon didn't chime in to tell her she was right. It would have been the opportune moment to break her down further. It was still embroiled in its war of words unbeknownst to Tamsin. Part of Tamsin thought she was completely worthless, and another was telling her she was being a damn idiot.

The voice in her head she was at war with was her own for once not a demon or beast. She was mad at her sister but in deeper truth she was mad at herself more than anything. She had no idea who she was or purpose, her sister had tried to give her purpose, but it seemed to collapse every time. She had to wonder if that was issue outside her sister she had nothing to fight for or stand for.

She rounded another bend and came to a door, she looked at the control panel on it for a second. As her thoughts shifted from anger to self-pity. The door gave her a moment to take her mind off it all, but it only lasted a few minutes as she pulled a panel from the door and fiddled with a bit of the wiring. As she did the door hissed open as she pulled this wire and set another in another socket.

"To easy….." She whispered to herself even as the ship creaked and lurched pushing her forward, stumbling through the door into a cargo bay filled to the brim. As she did something came rolling to her feet. Her booted foot stopped it, but as she looked down at it, she saw a hand reaching out for it. Under her helmet she quirked an eyebrow as she followed the hand up an arm to a shoulder and then a face of tattooed zabrak woman.

Tamsin was a bit surprised as she looked down at the prone woman curiously and then to the wooden ring caught just beneath her boot. "Finder's keepers?" She didn't know where it came from but something deep inside her thought it would be funny to say. Tamsin wasn't cruel by nature but maybe it was the anger seething in her just made her want to be a smart ass in that moment. Or maybe it was the fact as the girl was prone Tamsin was actually bigger than someone in that moment and the height was going to her head.

 

[Varm Nul]

HUTT SPACE
THE CHIMAERA

The frosty exhale was the first indication of the temperature change. Varm Nul watched his breath mist, before he groaned and pulled his long coat closer around himself. He felt the cold press in, he was thankful for the combat jumpsuit he wore under his layered clothing, otherwise he might have been chilled to the bone. As it was, the pair were moving and likely - hopefully - getting closer to some kind of reward... preferably one that didn't attack them.

"Wait, lookit that," Varm Nul said as he held out a long-fingered hand to pause. "Looks like a reinforced door..."

The opening was ajar, perhaps due to the grinding and crashing and shifting of the vessel. The hull was cracked in places, indicating it had probably popped due to some misaligned portion of locking device. All the better, that meant it would be easier to check inside. Meanwhile, ID9 beeped over the comm and informed the group it was returning, while the loader locked down the ship for protection.

"I'm game."

Varm Nul pushed the door open with a grunt, revealing the interior. As the lighting activated, the space was revealed; there was an assortment of weapons, but also a display case of metal and plastiglass. Inside was armor. A display plaque stated simply 'Contempt'. Nearby were a pair of Makashi-hilted lightsabers, too, on a display worthy of note - Darth Shule.

"Some kinda armory? Likin' how this is lookin'."

Koda Fett | Ashin Cardé Varanin​

 

[Jerec Asyr]

Contempt, Ashin's armor - Varm Nul and Koda Fett
The lightsabers of Darth Shule, Je'gan Olra'en, illusionist and fencer, Fallanassi heretic, repentant Sith, briefly Grandmaster of the Jedi Order - Varm Nul and Koda Fett
Krath war droid with original pulse-wave bow and preserved five-thousand-year-old Jedi bloodstains - Varm Nul and Koda Fett
Ring of the Root-Mind - Tamsin Graves OR Eido Wreyth (FIGHT!)
Petrichor, a powerful translation ring - Tansu Treicolt
Khovesk, Ashin's mace - Domina Prime
Ashin's glove - Vestra Tane
Fragments of the Obsidian Throne - Vestra Tane
Chimaera nav database, including post-Planeshift data for huge portions of the Unknown Regions, gathered by a probe campaign as a gift to the Sith Empire - Kaia Starchaser

MANY MORE TREASURES WAIT TO BE CLAIMED
OR WILL FALL INTO THE GAS GIANT
AND BE LOST

 

[Lirka Ka]

TAGS: Quinn Varanin Ellissanthia Mercy Eira Dyn

For as smooth as docking went, Lirka was still at least somewhat disappointed. It was too passive for her tastes, much rather would the Once Sephi have had a proper boarding craft, ramming into this ancient metal hull and burrowing themselves deep into its subsystems. But alas…family heirloom…or whatever.

It was quite the assortment, and Lirka did need to give the dear princess Quinn Varanin props for her capabilities at gathering up all the various miscreants of the Empire under one banner. A potent skill indeed. A dangerous variable, in the grand schemes of Sith-Imperialist politics.

Lirka was a cautious watcher this go around, too many faces, too many possibilities for would-be-assassins gladly tossing her into the depths of the void alongside the warship. So, with careful tact did she watch Ellissanthia do her work - and was reminded ever so graciously of the undeniable truths of her Dark Path. As the ship lurched forward, Lirka decided tact was far less appropriate. A metal claw launched out and grasped the Udine’s shoulder, yanking the girl away from her work with a monstrous snarl. The force, their greatest tool, their greatest weakness. The fickle powers of sorcerers and mystics - the shroud that fell over the eyes of the Sith and blinded them to true enlightenment.

“Careful, child!”

She was nicer than she could have been, though the nicety quickly began to dissolve as temperature warnings flashed in front of her eyes from her armor’s internal systems. A rumbling, venomous, frustration oozed from her voice. Rarely was a Force Dead freak to immediately go to the realm of spirits and their protective alterations of reality.

“Evidently - you fried whatever pitiful attempts of temperature control still existed in this place. Haste grows in importance - lest the fleshy ones among us wish to freeze.”

Thankfully Lirka had internal heating to get herself going a bit longer, but judging by the chill in the air. She doubted it would be all that much longer than the rest of this miserable lot.

“Now - if someone has a better tool. We may just have to navigate with the grace of Darkness at our backs. At least, till whatever defenders remain in this derelict decide to make their attempt on our lives.”

As if to accent her general desire for violence, Lirka’s great machete popped to her hand. Crackling to life with glowing electro-plasma filament, raising the thing as a glorified glowrod for now - the Once Sephi wasted little time delving deeper into vessel, the careful watching eye of a looter waiting for whatever vault she could reach first. It was time for an Imperator to take point - at least till whatever supernatural horror decided to present itself in a matter that being stabbed, hacked, and slashed to death would have been ineffective.

 

[Koda Fett]

Varm Nul

He was told of the cold, more so than felt it. Systems whirred behind the helmet amid a flash of displays and notices, the armour able to deal with even the most extreme environments.

Fett eyed the lightsabers and armour after slipping through into the armory.

"Here," he tossed a hilt to Varm, pocketing the other. "The loaders can carry the armour back. I say we keep moving."

 

[Domina Prime]

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Ashin Cardé Varanin | Tamsin Graves | Eido Wreyth | Jerec Asyr

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Dima was in love.

Her claws traced slow, delicate lines over the golden steel of the mace as if it were some rare jewel and not a skull-cracking relic. She turned it this way and that, letting the cold light run over its shape, her five eyes wide with dilated wonder. A delighted little hum slipped out as she gave it a testing spin.

"Don't know who this Ashin lady is," she murmured with a smirk in her voice, "But wow...she had amazing taste. Slightly heavy on the back end though~"

Her kin might have gushed over plasma cannons or starfighter mods, but Dima always had a childlike reverence for simpler weapons. Swords. Axes. Blunt hunks of steel that you could really feel when they hit bone.

This mace? Oh, it was art.

But the deeper she prowled the corridors with her new prize, the more the ship began to...change.

The temperature plummeted. The kind of cold that seeped right past fur, skin, scale- Down into marrow. Deckplates turned slick beneath her talons, her bare feet hopping back and forth as if the metal were a frozen pond. Frost crawled across bulkheads in jagged veins. The air thickened with a mist that clung to her legs like grasping hands.

"O–oh golly, it's getting kinda foggy in here..." she squeaked, tugging her heavy cloak up over her shoulders with all four arms. "Did someone turn off the heat? The KARK is this?"

She tried to laugh it off, but her ears flattened, her tail rattled with unease. The mist pressed closer, each breath leaving a little cloud before her mask.

"Maybe- just MAYBE...smashing up the spaceship of a Sith empress wasn't very...wise~" she muttered, lifting a leg like a housewife spotting a rat scuttling across the floor.

She despised the cold. Always had. Enough to make her chest flare with sparks, her crystal heart bursting embers into her throat. Smoke curled from her nostrils, static snapping across her scales as she stoked her own fire. The frost sizzled, hissed back. The ship seemed to enjoy the duel, wrapping tighter around her as though daring her to last.

Her imagination clawed at her. Haunted halls. Ghosts. Curses. Sith witches lurking just beyond sight. And with her droid gone missing, the thought of navigating out of this nightmare solo gnawed at her nerves.

"X9!!" she barked into the shadows, voice ricocheting through the steel carcass of the ship. "I think I'm ready to go now! WHERE ARE YOU!?"

Silence. Only the hum of the dying engines and the creak of ancient bulkheads shifting in the cold.

Then, her eyes caught the viewport. She froze. Outside, the Chimaera drifted closer to the gas giant, the planet's storm-bands swelling with hungry force. One tug too many and the whole derelict would be dragged down into the abyss.

All five of her eyes dilated in shock. "Oh sugarsnaps~" she hissed.

She needed an exit. Now. But every hurried step took her deeper into the ship's belly, corridors yawning wider, darker. She quickened her pace, tail lashing, until finally there was movement.

A silhouette bent over a sparking panel, wires spilling from the wall. A stranger. And when the hatch hissed open to reveal the chamber beyond, there stood another: crimson skin, horns like a crown, unmistakable Sith aura curling about her shoulders.

Tamsin Graves & Eido Wreyth .

Domina stopped dead, cloak settling like wings across her frame. Her massive tail thudded against the deck, announcing her before she stepped into the light. Four arms spread wide. The mace gleamed in her claws. She looked every inch the nightmare intruder the Chimaera itself might have conjured.

And then-

"Pssst...PSSSSST!" she stage-whispered, leaning down toward the pair, one claw cupped conspiratorially over the lip of her mask.

Her voice dropped into a dramatic hush, eyes darting left and right as if checking for eavesdroppers.

"You guys aren't going to believe this," she whispered. "But i think this ship...might be HAUNTED!" She told them as if she had known them her whole life despite being strangers.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

"We have that in common, you and I."

Tydeus stumbled into a wall as the ship lurched.

"If you have something of use to provide, mechu-deru or otherwise, say it," snapped the boy, annoyed at the persistence of the gatekeeper despite what little it had provided thus far. Still, it was in part due to the gatekeeper that he had even discovered this vessel and its rumored contents in the first place.

The boy unclipped his own lightsaber hilt from his suit belt as he and Tansu awkwardly lumbered down the hallway in their exosuits.

"The Sith empress who owned this ship used to have a god-killing sword, Tansu," Tydeus said into the commlink, "At least that's the rumor."

Even if he didn't find the sword, there had to be something else on this ship that would be of use. Just then, the temperature dropped about forty degrees and his suit's external monitors beeped a soft alert. Frost crystals appeared at the edges of his exosuit's visor.

"Not good," he muttered.

Then they rounded the corner and came to a very large, highly reinforced door. Tydeus looked around and found a control panel, he tapped at it hopefully, but it keyed a lock-out symbol and demanded a passkey.

"It'll take forever to carve through this..." he twisted his body to look at Tansu Treicolt . "What's the ship tell you?" Tydeus closed his eyes briefly, "Or do I have to ask the Invigilator for an impromptu lesson in mechu-deru?"

Darth Adekos

 

[Varm Nul]

HUTT SPACE
THE CHIMAERA

Varm Nul caught the hilt of the tossed lightsaber and slipped it away into a coat pocket. He zipped it up for safekeeping. When Fett mentioned the loaders could lift the armor display, the Duros nodded and began to type away on his wristpad. One of the E-B loaders stepped forward with lumbering thumps, before it reached out and grasped the object in question.

"I reckon this one should handle it," Varm Nul muttered, as he listened to the droid servos whine and power up. It then wrenched the display free and hefted it in two hands. "Yep, good. Means we've got one more loader, Fett."

With a smirk and a finger across the brim of his hat, Varm Nul turned and looked to his armored companion.

"Let's keep pushin' on."

A few moments later, ID9 had returned and was soon leading the loader back toward the ship. That allowed the two bounty hunters to continue on their way...

Koda Fett​

 

[Koda Fett]

HUTT SPACE
THE CHIMAERA

Fett claimed to detest gambling, condemning it as a lowly vice for weak-minded fools. Yet, it may well be not quite so true with the ship teetering on the edge of a storming nebula, possessing goods that would fetch a more than worthwhile price, and then feeling the pull of one more score. There was no interest in the items themselves, not beyond their worth in credits, with him having no use for them beyond being able to claim the treasure of a Sith Lord.

He pressed on, entering the next room with the blaster held low but ready. It was a vault, of sorts. A great many things lined the walls, though none were more notable than the holocron safely contained within a display case of its own. Unaware of the importance contained within.

"I have a buyer for these," he wafted the barrel over the holocron with a faint dip of his helmeted head. "Force artefacts. That should cover it."

What Mauve wanted with them, he didn't know. Didn't care. She'd pay, and that's what mattered.

Varm Nul​

 

[Varm Nul]

HUTT SPACE
THE CHIMAERA

The next room revealed another interesting trove of things. Like Fett, Varm Nul had little value in the applied application of the items and more in the sale of said things. He was no Force Sensitive, the Duros couldn't call on the magical powers of Sith or Jedi or whatever else they all called themselves. But he had a fondness for credits and wealth, which was all he needed to be spurred on to find more to claim and sell.

"ID9 run a scan on the holos," Varm Nul said as he began to control the E-B loader. "I'll get the loader t' carry whatever we throw into the box."

The large droid pulled a flat panel from its back, before it shook the metallic thing and it unfolded into a storage container several feet wide by a foot high. Enough to store smaller items securely, close and lock a lid, and avoid balancing a heap of loose objects. The droid stood there, waiting, holding the box for items to be added. Meanwhile, ID9 beeped back and caused the Duros to raise his eye ridges.

"Those holos contain somethin' about transcendin' death... sounds like a payday, huh. Alright, let's fill the box up."

Varm Nul began to move to one side and started to pick up small assortments of bits and pieces, unsure of what most of them were, but willing to bet they could be sold wholesale to some budding client interested in Sithy things...

Koda Fett​

 

[Eido Wreyth]

Location: The Chimaera, cargo hold
Wearing: Armor
Tag: Tamsin Graves

"Rrrrghh!" the Zabrak snarled.

She was so close, so close, only to find the ring underneath some girl's boot.

Red eyes shot up at her, and with one careful push of her arms, threw herself to her feet. A row of horns which pierced through her helm made the Zabrak woman look larger than she was, but even without the warrior-witch's mystical ornaments, she'd have towered over Tamsin Graves with ease.

She gave a predatory tilt of her horned head, wearing a "smile" of blade-like teeth that was neither friendly nor human.

Sizing Tamsin up in mere seconds, the girl looked nothing more than a scavenger to Eido, a temporary threat at best. Drawing her hand back as though to punch, she threw her fist forward and unleashed a blast of dark energy that cracked through, the friction of which caused smoke to rise from her bare fist.

Crates were thrown through a rusted wall nearby, revealing a whole new room connected to a maze of dilapidated maintenance shafts and pipes.

She took one step back then, hearing movement somewhere behind her.

Legs bent into a near crouch, she drew a pair of twin lightsabers in reversed grip, gleaming crimson bathing the hold with a sickening * hiss * as she then leapt towards her target, planning to end this fight quickly with swift Ataru.

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[Tamsin Graves]

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Theme: Glitter & Gold
Equipment: Armor | Other Equipment Here
Side Tags: Kaila Irons | Vakhari Lutris | Vestra Tane | Domina Prime
Main Tag: Eido Wreyth

One Second Tamsin was looking down at the Zabrak reaching for the ring at her foot the next she was staring up at a giant looking down at her.

"Pssst...PSSSSST!"

She saw the mace in the monster's hand, beneath her helmet Tamsin's eyes shot wide. Not sure what the hell was about to happen. Her eyes fixated unaware that her new frenemy was to raising from the ground. She only heard the low growl out of the corner of her ear. As the monster holding its mask to its face talked about ghosts.

"Uhh…" That amanous glance over her side and that that oh shit look as she felt the shadow looming over her. She didn't even have a moment to reflect on ghosts or the fact that she had one with her in fact. Tamsin was jack in the land of giants again, it was only a moment though.

As a dark surge of energy leapt from the Zabraks hand, crates and artifacts went flying as did the Tamsin. It was like a gnat getting by a massive gust of wind, her tiny body flung across the room and slammed through a rusted wall in the cargo bay into another room. Crates, Debris, and artifacts slamming off her as she crumpled to the floor of the next room.

The ring that had been beneath her foot went flying with her landing next to her on the floor. "aughhhh….frakking hell." Her armor protected her but there would be bruises allot of them if she survived. She knew she had to get her wits about her but before she could even think a damn second the Zabrak ignited sabers.

That familiar hiss ringing in her ears as she snapped her saber from her belt with her right hand as soon as she touched it a rush of force ran through it igniting it snap-hiss. The Zabrak was on top of her the right saber slamming into left side grazing her armor and penetrating the floor below the sizzle and snap heating up the armor. The zabraks left saber met a the purple blade of Tamsin's saber the pop hiss of clashing as they locked awkwardly. Tamsin just centimeters from having it plunge into her chest. She was pushing out against the blade, but her opponent was much bigger and stronger than her.

She grimaced and grunted trying to put all her strength into pushing back against Eido Wreyth 's saber. "Get off me!!!" She screamed in rage at the Zabrak staring down at her as telekinetic blast came from her vocal cords with all the pent-up anger and rage flooding her. As she did the helmet visor lit up as Tamsin eyes turned a burning sulphuric orange like raging fires where the eyes should be. It used to be a sign of the demon but now it was a sign of Tamsin's own power growing in her. She was done being pushed around by those that were bigger then her something in Tamsin snapped in that moment all she saw was a red stain of hatred.