Faction Blood for Blood | SO

[Varin Mortifer]

The rain of gel splashed on Varin, eating away his robes revealing the Wonosan armor beneath, with a few personal modifications.

Lirka’s massive arms wrenched around Varin as his forehead began to bleed, coating half of his face like a mask donned for war. The acrid smell reached his nostrils causing them to flair. Though it wasn’t blood that it smelled like Varin knew that Lirka had sustained a decent wound from the impact of his mace.

He could tell without the evidence of possible blood by how her actions severely changed from before. Her arms began to squeeze around Varin as he yelled in her face and with little notice he was thrown into the air, sent a really decent distance away. All the while the cries and whining of the technical mass of Lirka’s suit screamed.

Varin made impact with the blonde woman and she was a lot more solid than he thought. Knocking them both to the floor, Varin’s momentum rolled him off of her as his flesh sizzled and bubbled from the chemical burns. His body soon began to patch him up bit by bit. The cut on his face and forehead burned away, lost to history.

He growled in frustration as he slammed his fist into the flooring punching a hole straight through. He glared past Arris and straight to Lirka as he flipped open a side compartment of his bracer revealing a small datapad. He tapped the screen revealing measurements and dosages. Tapping his finger on the dosage bar he drug his finger all the way up causing the screen to blare a red indicator. He tore the rest of his shirt off revealing the most prevalent of the modifications in his armor. His spine was aligned with various small round vials filled with liquid. In an instant several needles embedded straight into his spine causing him to yell in pain as his body convulsed and twitched. The liquid in his suit draining completely into his body turning his yell of pain into a roar of bloodlust. The symptom was quick, shutting off all pain inhibitors releasing his bodily limits.

Varin’s head shot back to Lirka as his eyes bled down his face. With another yell he slung his mace over Arris and straight to Lirka with much more velocity than before. Fire raged out of his back, he only had minutes before the drug was burned out of his system.

Lightning arced from his teeth as he let out another yell. His throat became hot and the runes that were branded into his body burned like a furnace. The arcs began to meld into heavier bolts before a massive concentrated burst of dark purple lightning shot forth from his jaws towards Lirka.

Lirka Ka | Arris Windrun​

 

[Ivalyn Yvarro]

As Quinn Varanin had been aware, the Commonwealth answered the call to rescue those fleeing the descent of warlords unto Lord Marr's domain.


DCV Margrave – Secondary Command Deck
Above Riflor, Morningwatch Cycle

The holotable pulsed faint blue as data crawled across its surface, population displacements, fleet readiness reports, a blinking priority dispatch from the Office of Interstellar Diplomacy.

Ivalyn stood with her hands folded behind her back, flanked by Janissary guards, as Vice Admiral Julian Colley finished his assessment. "...and the main hyperlanes in and out of the Alvarian region are under fire. We'll have to divert through Faldos routes or punch a corridor ourselves."

"Punch it," Ivalyn said calmly. "Every minute wasted is another thousand souls dragged toward the pyres of warlords."

The Vice Admiral gave a crisp nod.

Across the deck, the comms officer gestured. "We have Fleet Captain Galeway on holo, Grand Vizier. Standing by."

"Bring her through."

The holopresence flared, and there she stood, iron-jawed and unsentimental as always, her navy uniform worn like a blade at rest: Rowyna Galeway , Hero of Brosi, the reason Task Force Valiant existed.

"Captain Galeway," Ivalyn began, her tone precise, "you will take the DCV Valiant and its relief flotilla to Alvaria immediately. Freighter convoys will begin lifting from designated refugee zones within thirty-six hours. You will ensure safe extraction and transit to processing centers in Cerea, Halm, and Riflor. The Sith Order is aware. Their forces will not impede you, for now."

"Yes, Grand Vizier," Galeway said without hesitation. "I'll keep the lanes clear."

"You'll do more than that," Ivalyn said quietly. "You'll make sure they remember who answered the call."

A brief pause.

"And Captain," Ivalyn added, her gaze narrowing, "if any so-called Sith Warlord, or even Marr's remnants turn their weapons on civilians, on your ships, you are authorized to respond. Fully."

Rowyna nodded once, solemnly. "Understood, ma'am."

The feed dimmed.

Ivalyn turned toward Vice Admiral Colley. "Dispatch the orders. I want Valiant in position as soon as possible."

"As you will, Grand Vizier."

She stood still a moment longer, eyes scanning the map now shifting to show outbound fleet paths, each thread of light a promise to the displaced. Then, almost to herself: "No matter who lit the match, it will be the Commonwealth that carries out the rescue."