Cavilion Zoo [CIS Dominion of Vandelheim]

[Paragon of Virtue]

Years have passed since the Confederacy's beginnings - a small number of planets and territories somewhere in the Southern Systems. Much has since changed. What was once the conglomerate of a few systems was now a giant territory, growing with every passing moment.

Of those who had yet to be accumulated into the ever expanding space cloud, one race in particular was not all too happy - the Alites, a species advanced in tech and intelligence to the degree in which they considered the Force to be nothing but barbaric sticks and stones. The colony of Alites that had taken up residence in Vandelheim, escaping the wars that plagued their original homeworld in a galaxy even further away, thrived on the planet since the years of the Gulag, drinking expensive drinks as they enjoyed the privacy the asteroid fields around the planet provided them.

For months they carefully watched, seeing the Confederacy ever approaching nearer and nearer. And they were not happy about it. Using Valndelheim's natural sensor blockers, the Alites kept themselves hidden as they hatched their plans. And when the Confederacy came close enough - they put it in motion.

One by one, members of the Confederacy began to disappear. There was no trail. There were no screams. Security surveillance found nothing. To those who were monitoring the situation, it quickly became apparent - anyone could disappear, whether they were an Exarch or someone in an entry-level position.

Try as they might, the Confederacy could not find a lead, could not discover where their people had disappeared to. Until recently. The Alites, deciding they had done enough, sent the Confederates a ceremonial invitation, to come visit their Cavilion Zoo. Safety was assured, and a warning was issued as well - their barbaric weapons would not work once they were on Vandelheim. The backwards Force would not work either.

And such, the Confederated embarked on the journey to find their people.

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You are one of those who have been kidnapped. You have no memory of being taken, of struggle, of anything. You just know that one moment you woke up, and the area surrounding you looks like your home or your favorite place to be at. The food you regularly receive, is your favorite, but also nourishing. You have freedom of movement, but you have no weapons, and if you are a Force User, you cannot use the Force. It took you some time before you realized there is a fourth wall - through which you are being watched. By Zoo visitors. You can see the fourth wall of a few other cells, and you can talk to those who are within yelling distance. You don't have to be alone in your cell.

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You are here to speak with the Management. Weapons will not work, and you would not be able to defeat the Alites even if they did, so diplomacy is the only way to go. Gather a small group and go speak with those in charge of the Zoo, to convince them to let your people go.

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Look, it's a cool planet, okay? There's things to do. Go make fun of your fellow Confederates. Go find a place to eat. Do whatever you want to!

Spoiler: CIS Tag List

[member="A'Runda"]
[member="Adelle Bastiel"]
[member="Alden Akaran"]
[member="Alkor Centaris"]
[member="Alora Fae"]
[member="Amelia von Sorenn"]
[member="Aston Jacobs"]
[member="Aya Clarke"]
[member="Caesar Kenway"]
[member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]
[member="Chikako Liona"]
[member="Corvus Dravere"]
[member="Daisy Americus"]
[member="Damsy Callat"]
[member="Daniel Americus"]
[member="Dalton Kenway"]
[member="Darth Tacitus"]
[member="Darth Timorem"]
[member="Darth Novus"]
[member="Daxton Bane"]
[member="Destroyer 2873"]
[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]
[member="Erin Tenel"]
[member="Fawn Alzi"]
[member="Gerwald Lechner"]
[member="Havoc (CT-375)"]
[member="Holt"]
[member="Ingrid L'lerim"]
[member="Ithiel Vi'Dreya"]
[member="Jayce Pryde"]
[member="Jorco Czeku"]
[member="Jorge"]
[member="Josh Dragonsflame"]
[member="Jyoti Nooran"]
[member="Karlie Lynn Destat"]
[member="Kasca Fen"]
[member="Kathryn Foster"]
[member="Kayla Wylen"]
[member="Keva"]
[member="Kiff Brayde"]
[member="Kingsley"]
[member="Krystal Estain"]
[member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]
[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
[member="Kyber"]
[member="Kyrinov"]
[member="Luna Terrik"]
[member="Luna Vega"]
[member="Lyla Quinn"]
[member="Maple Harte"]
[member="Maur"]
[member="Mauer"]
[member="Minerva Vessia"]
[member="Muad Dib"]
[member="Nine Lives"]
[member="Oax Ordo"]
[member="Orion Trex"]
[member="Petra Cavataio"]
[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]
[member="Qaarssk Roark"]
[member="Razelle Breuner"]
[member="Roy Americus"]
[member="Rylan Kordel"]
[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]
[member="Srina Talon"]
[member="Talon Rahl"]
[member="Taramaz Laurs"]
@Teyla Ee'everwest
[member="Valencia Hadley"]
[member="Vanric Dannon"]
[member="Veronika Fleischer"]
[member="VildarnTentoria"]
[member="Voph"]
[member="Vyra Silara"]

 

[Madalena Antares]

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Wearing: Obsidian Strike Armor [color altered to deep red]
Wielding: Nothing
Tags: Open

Madalena's jaw was clenched shut. There was nothing about this situation that she enjoyed in any sort of way. Disappearing Confederates had her busy for the past week, running back and forth, trying to examine evidence and trying to come up with an answer to what had happened. Nothing had helped. She had worked with the Archivists of the Knights Obsidian, tried to chase invisible tails, even attempted scrying, though it was an ability she mostly didn't believe in. Nothing had helped.

And then her own sister had disappeared. That had sent the Knight Commander raging. While her sister was certainly the more capable melee fighter between them, she also had a bigger tendency to get into trouble, especially without trying to. Madalena had forced herself to believe that her sister knew how to survive such things, that she wouldn't be as stupid as to worsen her own predicament and stay put until Madalena could mount a rescue. But she'd laughed almost as soon as those thoughts formed.

Unable to do anything though, there was nothing the Knight Commander could do but focus on the task at hand. And try not to rage publically at her inability to gain any advanced with it. But then the invitation had come. There was nothing she could find in the files about the Alites, whoever those were. But the rules were simple. No weapons, no Force.

A small group had gathered. Diplomats, that would attempt to speak with the Alites to have the Confederates released. Who else was kept in that space of theirs, behind an asteroid field that ensured contact was nearly impossible? Madalena had no answers. But as Knight Commander and as a sister to one of the missing people, she would not be left behind.

So she'd joined the entourage. Madalena didn't know how much help she could be with the diplomacy aspect of it, but if a fight broke out… She would probably not be the most useful person there without her weapons and without the Force. But she would not remain behind. Too much was at stake there.

Walking onto the platform, the Sith Sorceress waited patiently for the rest of the Confederates who were here for the diplomacy mission to come out of the transfer ship as well.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

In one of the remote areas of the Zoo, far from where the others were being held against their will or where the rest of the Confederacy were trying desperately to have them freed, Alkor sat cross-legged on the floor of a nondescript establishment, sipping gingerly at a cup of tea.

There was one particular denizen of the Cat Cafe that had commanded his attention. The small, white fluffy creature peered up at him with question in its bright blue eyes. The Knight Commander only knew one way to respond.

"Here, kitty," he stretched out his hand toward the small mammal. "Nice kitty..."

 

[Duckie Talon]

The dread Duckie deWinter, Quacklord of the Confederacy, slayer of a thousand worms, terror of the garden crouched down, his bill almmost scraping the ground as he spread his wings to either side of his body, stalking his prey. He had escaped the watchful gaze of the giant slobbery one had snuck into the giver of food's bag all for this moment. He would attack, and his feline prey wouldn't know what hit them. The duck would be victorious!

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

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Attire: Simple Yutaka
Tags: ???

Silence, that was all that took place in her room, no movement, no sound, nothing. Sitting there, in traditional ... Kurenai contemplated her surroundings and what was happening. This was her home, such was clear, down to the tiniest of details, the only thing missing being the servants usually moving around and coming to chat. Secondly, she could not feel the force anymore, but it was different, not the same feeling gone got with void stone, regardless of the case something that prohibited her use of the force would never be in her home. Combing that with her lack of any sort of weapon and it was clear she had been kidnapped in some regard, for what purpose she did not know, nor who would do such a thing.

Her rank in the CIS didn't hold much pulling power, she was neither a holder of important information nor a high profit commander of any sorts. She held a decent amount of wealth back home, but if that was the case taking her husband hostage or other family member would make more sense. As for personal revenge, she was not aware of anyone that would be out to get her, no, something else was up, she just had to know what. Until that time the young energy vampire just sat, meditating, thinking, not like she could do much else for the time being.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

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Location: the cell
Tags: [member="Ephraim"]

Her eyes were still glowing. That was something she could feel down to her very bones, even though there was no mirror that she could look into to make sure. No Force, but yes glow. It answered a question that she'd had for a long time, though she hadn't been around to check it in the two times the opportunity presented itself.

Beneath her feet was grass. Soft, cool, a vibrant green. The grass of a meadow that she knew was supposed to lead to a lush forest on one side, and to the Forbidden Temple on the other side. Endelaan. She genuinely believed at first that this was where she was at. And so confused. How troubled her mind had been when she thought she was home, yet her connection to the Force so severed.

She'd needed time. Time to realize this was not Endelaan, but a place constructed from a memory inside her head. Or at least a memory that was inside her head. She'd never seen the meadow, not with her own eyes. Perhaps it was one of grandmother's? She wasn't sure. But the fourth wall. That blank, invisible wall – it was there. Sometimes she thought she was hallucinating it because of how it blended into her surroundings. But sometimes, once she saw it, she couldn't unsee it. A long hallway, with red-skinned creatures looking at her and pointing. It was unnerving.

Food was given to her. The first meal, had been a rabbit. It had already been skinned and properly cooked, as though her captors hadn't trusted her with fire. Or sticks. The thought had made Scherezade smile. So they thought she was that dangerous. It was sad that they were right; given enough tools, she could've easily McGuivered her way out of here, kill all the visitors that were watching her like she was some sort of an animal, and have a field day with it.

In the time after that, she found more walls. She assumed those led to other cells, though she wasn't sure. A few times, she had attempted to scream to gain attention, but no luck.

It had only made the children laugh.

Sighing, Scherezade sat down in the middle of the clearing, and tried to pull the grass out with her bare hands.

It stayed put.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

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Location: Cantina not far from the zoo
Equipment: Armored flight suit

Kurayami had heard about the odd disappearances of Confederate people, but while he knew some of them in passing, none were anyone he was particularly close to. That isn't to say that he was uncaring about the plight they found themselves in...whatever exactly it may have been, but he had heard that diplomacy was the only possible solution. Such things were not exactly what one would call a 'strength' of his.

Meanwhile he sipped at a Corellian ale while running over a couple ideas on his datapad. One was refining the idea for a new line of Nubian yachts, something that would remind people of the older designs, and be comfortable without being gaudy or too expensive. The custom designs that he produced managed to bring in good money for sure, but this would give people without millions of credits to drop on a single ship a chance to own a well equipped Nubian design. While they would still be expensive to most people, the plan was to have it reasonably enough priced to be affordable to the common man, if they were willing to save up a bit for it. As it sat right now he was still at almost a hundred thousand creds per ship and he knew that was asking quite a bit of your standard worker, such a price could easily take someone years to save for, the question now was where to make the cut to lower the price?

He swiped over to the other design, this one a private project. He was looking to make two versions of the s hip possibly, one to train Fiolette's pilots on and his own personal variant. With that it was more wondering where the designs should diverge, and what ship he should base the overall look on. He realized that this was not going to be as fast of a design session as he was used to thanks to his split attention between the ideas, but he set the stylus down on the bar and focused on his drink, letting his mind wander over possibilities for the projects as well as hoping that his comrades were well enough wherever they may be.

 

[Shukalar]

Location: Dangerous Exhibits

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Shukalar awoke on a lounge carved from a wooden tree trunk which was either artificial due to the odd geometry or purpose grown for this very purpose. It looked oddly like the trees of Felacat. The Felacatian looked around, feeling very disoriented, and sat up slowly. Shukalar put a hand to his chest and did not feel his normal attire. His minimalist armor was no where to be found! Quickly he slapped the sides of his thighs looking for his belt and blaster but he found none "Am I dreaming?" he muttered to himself while he stood up. His bare feet touched sand and rock, causing him to look down at the ruddy colored ground covering of the area around him. It was exactly the same dirt from Felacat. He knew it. Shukalar noticed that he was wearing a luxurious sapphire blue kilt or wrap like article of clothing with heavy fabric reinforcement on the trim around his hips. Aside from that he had no other clothes.

Something wasn't right. He wore the clothing he would have when on Felacat in the perfectly legal fights he participated in. Shukalar explored his surroundings and then he saw it past a few more thick trucked trees. Massive sandstone blocks that seemed to raise at least twenty feet. He couldn't see over them, you weren't supposed to. This was the arena. Shukalar turned back and walked towards the bed once more although when he reached it and looked across to the opposite direction he saw the rest of the massive walls. For the first time he was completely sure that he was at the base of the arena. Within the fighting pit. He looked up then and saw nothing but blue sky with wispy clouds.

It was then that Shukalar's nostrils flared as they took in the sent of something he hadn't had for quite sometime. The Felacatian looked under the lounge and there was a plate of what was known as the Fighter's Feast. A large, thick, steak accompanied by various vegetables and a pint of liquid courage. This was the meal that the fighters ate before their fights to give them strength. Shukalar picked up the feast as if in a day dream and chowed down ravenously. He was starving. The food tasted exactly the way he thought it would, perfectly. If this was a dream he knew what happened next. Shukalar would face his opponent. His keen feline ears perked as he thought he heard the roar of the crowd. He had spectators! He turned to look over his shoulder but could only see the massive sandstone blocks that made up the circular walls of the arena "I am ready!" he grinned and put the plate down on the bed and walked towards the center of the pit. The crowd was not cheering him. Was something wrong?

"Bring me the challenger!" he bellowed and put out his hands in invitation. The wall in front of him seemed to recede slightly and out stomped a beefy looking droid. Shukalar felt a twinge of confusion. He wasn't supposed to fight droids. Where was the contender? The other Felacatian? Shukalar once again looked around and for the first time he noticed that the very top of the sandstone blocks had become transparent. From all around him a crowd of excited aliens cheered and tapped at the invisible barrier that separated them from the fight "Who are yo-" he asked of the onlookers until the droid began to charge him with a raised fist.

Shukalar's transformation took mere seconds as his muscles bulged and his eyes turned a crimson red. The wrap popped off of his body as it was meant to as he became his enormous quadrupedal self with what could be described as knives for claws. Shukalar launched himself with a roar at the droid which he pounced at, kicking up a large amount of sand into the air as he did so. The two fighters clashed at the center of the arena. Shukalar's immense strength would have cleaved even the strongest battle droid to pieces but this was no the case! In fact the droid lifted Shukalar off of itself and threw him aside. The Felacatian's body twisted and he landed the fall on all four paws. The rage within Shukalar seemed abnormally easy to access. Had his food or drink been tampered with? Shukalar swiftly dashed, as if a blur of sand and fur, towards the droid and swiped at it with his front paws. The one-two swipe landed, his claws sparking off the droid chassis at first, and the followup knocking the droid several feet away. Shukalar pounced on top of the droid and opened his maw, completely enveloping the droid's head within as he tugged and yanked with gnashing teeth.

The crowd cheered with excitement, their voices now fully filled the artificial arena.

 

[Krystal]

Objective: Zoo
Wearing: A ballgown…?
Weilding: Nothing
Tags: Open
OOC Note: I’m happy to have Krystal’s room connected to another, perhaps via a window or trapdoor, so feel free to stumble into my memory lane.

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She was… home?

As Krystal opened her eyes, she was certain that she was dreaming. Her mind was playing a cruel trick on her, sending her back to a planet she hadn’t thought about in years. Squeezing her eyes shut but unable to stop the dream, she reached out to run her hand down her wooden bedpost. Her thumb caught on a worn indent -- K. She had carved the letter with her very first knife, a slim one she had stolen from her father just before he had left. She sure had gotten hell for that one. Hissing, she pulled her thumb away to see a pinprick of blood -- a splinter from the old bed.

Her eyes widened. This… was real.

How the hell had she ended up in her teenage bedroom on a planet she swore never to come back to?

The sickening pink walls, her crooked chest of drawers… it was the same room, alright. And it seemed to be completely untouched.

A nauseous feeling started to curdle in her stomach as she swung her legs around and made to get out of bed. She nearly fell right on her face, however, when she tripped on her enormous skirt. Looking down, she realized she was still in the same corset and ballgown she had worn to… the prom.

Memories flooded back to her, of a beautiful woman she had asked and of going alone, of drinks and dancing and drinks and unfamiliar faces that seemed to blur as the night went on. But that was where her recollections stopped. Why she was back on Chandrila, how she had gotten here… she had no idea.

Mum.

Krystal hadn’t spoken to her mother since she stormed out, swearing never to return. And she had -- until now -- held true to that promise, with no communications or even a notice saying she was still alive sent back home. She looked at the door, wondering if it would be locked from the outside like it so often used to be. Biting her lip, she made for the handle…

And was thrown backwards with a shock and sharp stab of pain.

Thinking it must have been a static shock (though it certainly was far too strong for that), she went for the handle again, only to be treated to the same burn, her hand beginning to turn red. She tore free a length of fabric from her skirt to wrap around her hand, and tried once more, but it was of no help.

Either Mum upgraded the security around here, or I’m not really home.

She bit her lip. Going on the assumption that it was her mother that had locked her in her, and not other hostiles (who on earth had a vendetta against her?), she turned to the chest of drawers. Pulling open the top drawer, it was exactly how she had left it, clothes in disarray and most shoved hastily into the corners. Wondering briefly if she should change out of her prom dress, she realized quickly that she had… grown a little since 16. Clothes weren’t the only thing she kept in this drawer, however. Shoving aside masses of pink ruffles and bright coloured T-shirts, she pulled at a thin ribbon in the back corner and the false bottom slipped out.

Krystal couldn’t help but be slightly dissapointed with what her 16 year old self had left for an emergency -- her taste in equipment was far more expensive now -- but it was better than nothing. A small cloth with various oddly shaped metal picks, and a switchblade no larger than the palm of her hand were all that remained in the compartment, and she tucked these into the pockets of her ballgown.

She darted over to the window beside her bed, and using a slim pick forced it open as she so often did. Before she could make for the old tree that stood beside her window, however, she was stopped in her tracks.

Alien faces outside the window, looking at her in wonder.

What the hell?

And as she went to shove the window open, she was hit with the same electricity that guarded her door handle.

So she was stuck here.

With alien hostiles.

Who she had never seen before in her life.

Krystal could now say definitively this was not an average day on Chandrila.

 

[Cypher Rage]

Objective: Negotiations
Wearing: Standard Confederate Dress Uniform
Tags: [member="Madalena Antares"], Open

Cypher walked out of the Transport that had Dropped him off in the worse imaginable place he could dream of. A Negotiation Centere. He had agreeded to be the Millitary rep. of the CIS but honestly he would rather invade the planet with his private Clone Army but as an officer in the Confederacy he had a responsibility to ensure these people did not belive they could just kidnap members of an empire and not just pretend like they were friends.

Although, the only means pf doing this was through diplomacy. Something he was typically great at.

"Let the Game Begin" he said to the Apperant Sith who stood alongside him.

[member="Madalena Antares"]

 

[Aya Clarke]

Objective: Zoo
Wearing: Gown
Weilding: Nothing
Tags: [member="Lace Vi'dreya"] & [member="Krystal Estain"]

Of course she was aware of where she was upon waking, the perfect place she'd always considered home. The floor had creaked gently underfoot, and the wind had the aroma of the gardens outside. It was peaceful, perfect, as idyllic as she remembered. She could almost hear in the distance her Mother's humming, and the creaking of her Father's chair. How perfect and peaceful this was. It was a shame it was all a lie, even if she desperately wanted to believe it. This place, those people, they were long since gone, cast into the void by fires. This place then must be formed of her memories somehow, as it was as she remembered in her heart and mind. Home.

The saint walked across the floors calmly, running her hands along familiar objects as she went. Her bed, the armoire, everything as she remembered save for her blade and armor. That alone, even if she had tried to believe, would scream to this place's falsehood. Whatever preparations they had made had ill prepared them for her captivity, at the least if they had hoped to truly trick her. Her fingers ran along the walls, until finally resting on her alter to the Goddess, her small sanctuary. What attention to detail, to have this so meticulously made as her young and inexperienced hands had fashioned it. She would admire their craft were she not so filled with...

Well, with what she could only describe as righteous anger. Holy wrath, so to speak, if one were to fully believe her status as Saint. How insulting it was that they dared to take her, confine her here. Even worse, they created mockeries of her homeworld's deity, dishonored the memory she had of her family by creating this false home. Were she in possession of even a knife well, there was no force in this life or any other that would contain her. In that sense these heretics were wise, taking her resources away. They did well to keep her contained, as of now.

The food was more of an insult, cooking that resembled that of her mother's. She did not eat it, instead choosing to observe her room from the altar, paying attention to every detail. Eventually, she became aware of the fourth wall, blended into her own, and caught sight of the heretics, or at least at first she believed so. They watched, and left. Then more came, and left, and so on. It dawned on her what this was, some sort of.. observatory. She was being kept as a toy, something to watch and play with. Well, she would have none of that nonsense, if they wished an exciting plaything they would be given no satisfaction.

Aya Clarke knelt by her altar to the Goddess, clasping her hands together in front of her, back to those who wished so dearly to observe her every movement. She bowed her head, and stayed as still as she could while reciting scriptures, in Ryl. The language of the Twi'leks was loud enough that in her home it would have been heard from down the main hallway. Stories of valor on the battlefield, and the kind hearts of the Goddess's chosen would possibly be heard through the hall outside, and into other enclosures, but two rooms that happened to be next to her own would hear it much more clearly. Though there was no obvious connection, two other captives' rooms were actually connected to her own, by sheer coincidence...

 

[Krystal]

Objective: Zoo
Wearing: A ballgown…?
Weilding: Nothing
Tags: [member="Aya Clarke"]

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Krystal stumbled away from her window, clutching at the palm of her hand. Her room -- a cage, now -- was never able to keep her contained when she was younger, and there was no way in hell it would do so now. She stumbled back to her bed, tearing off another piece of fabric from her dress to wrap her hand with. A makeshift bandage, but it would do just fine. She'd have to think of a way out of this, and fast, or she might literally go insane.

She leaned her head against her rickety headboard and closed her eyes, just for a moment, when suddenly she began to hear a vague mumbling. Krystal shot up and fumbled around her room for a device she had made herself when she wanted to spy on her siblings -- it was little more than a bowl and an earpiece, but it did the trick. She ran to the wall where the noise was coming from and pressed herself against it.

A priestess?

What was a Twi'lek priestess doing in a zoo, unless...

The bastards.

Abducting a lone, drunk girl at a party is one thing, but stealing a noble? That was an act of war. It seemed the situation at this zoo was far more dire than Krystal initially thought.

Arising from her bed, Krystal walked across the room and picked up a small, poorly built metal chair. Raising it above her head, she threw it with some force at a place in the separating wall where, hidden by a tapestry, worms and rot had gotten at the wooden planks. The chair shattered and had little effect -- as Krystal had thought it would -- but one leg of the chair remained embedded in the wall. Perhaps the woman had stopped her chanting from the interruption, or perhaps Krystal was no longer listening for it, but she did not notice it anymore. Using a pick to remove the leg, she was shocked to see that what lay behind it was not simply plaster, but what seemed to be... a whole other cell.

Budget cuts in the zoo industry, she presumed wryly.

Now that there was a peephole open, she could see and hear the other woman clearly.

"So sorry for the intrusion, lady, but I was hoping you'd know of a way out of here."

 

[Taozi Fuyuan]

Objective: Zoo
Wearing: Gown
Tags: [member="Aya Clarke"] @Kyrstal Estain

At first, Lace hadn't even realized she'd been taken. Everything was in it's place. Aya's paintings she adorned her room with. The plants. Even the crack in the paint was in the right spot. It wasn't until she had gotten out of Aya's, soon to be discovered fake, bed, that Lace noticed the things that were... off. Her lightsaber was not in it's place under her pillow, firstly. Secondly, she was in a dress she did not own. Whoever decided to take her armor and put her in a dress had a death wish, of this Lace was sure of. Then, Lace felt even more off. Like her connection to the Force had been... nullified. She could feel the Force, but when she attempted to move a vase with telekinesis, it did not move.

So. These fools thought without her armor and her lightsaber, Lace would not be a threat? How cute. They would learn quickly that, although Dar'manda now, Lace was raised Mandalorian.

Anything is a weapon if you throw it hard enough.

With a beserker's scream, Lace grabbed the vanity stool and threw it at the wall, filled with rage. When it bounced off, Lace noticed the red skinned aliens behind it, as though it was a two-way mirror. She screamed in rage at them and stepped forward, causing a few to step back in surprise. The rage in Lace's eyes was only quelled when she began to hear Aya's voice, speaking in Ryl. Lace didn't understand the language, but she knew that her dear friend was praying to her goddess.

"Aya... How dare they."

In mere minutes, Lace had absolutely destroyed her enclosure. Furniture lay broken across the floor, the only thing untouched was the table that held a figure of Aya's goddess. Shards of the vanity mirror laid at Lace's feet, and in her left hand a shard cut into the flesh. As blood dripped into the floor, another scream came from Lace's now ragged throat as she threw the shard at one of the walls. When she didn't hear the shatter of glass, Lace turned her head curiously to see the shard... stuck in the wall? Carefully, Lace stepped closer, and wiggled the shard, creating a small tear. What were these walls made of that a sharp piece of glass could cut through?

Unfortunately, the tear was not big enough for Lace to stick her finger through, so she grabbed the mostly whole vanity stool, and smashed it into the wall with all the force she could muster, creating a small hole half the size of Lace's face. Looking through it, Lace saw Aya, praying.

"Aya!"

 

[Aya Clarke]

Objective: Zoo
Wearing: Gown
Weilding: Nothing
Tags: [member="Lace Vi'dreya"] & [member="Krystal Estain"]

The chaotic sounds of her adjacent fellows didn't cause Aya to stop her prayers, nor stand from her place knelt on the ground. Instead she continued, waiting for the ability to hear one or both of them, so that she may at least have that small solace. Krystal was the first to find her way through, and quickly would be able to tell that her assumption of a twi'lek was wrong. Aya was as human as could be, though her old style of garb could have been rather remarkable. Who knows, all she knew was the voice was unknown to her. So, staying knelt as she was, she spoke softly, the Ryl accent staying in her voice. "I have no recollection of how we arrived miss, so there is little comfort I can give. Whoever has put us here has taken care to recreate my old home, they may have created false ways out to watch us run and panic. I would avoid giving them any satisfaction until we can determine if there is a way to actually cross into..."

She was interrupted when she heard the second voice, one that she did recognize. She hadn't wanted to give their captors satisfaction, but hearing her dearest friend's voice she couldn't contain herself. She practically bolted to her feet and to the hole the Vi'dreya had created, only to be graced by half her friend's face. She had to know if that really was her, and so she slowly reached up to the hole. For whatever reason, perhaps because the wall was neither door nor window, she was able to reach through and place her hand against Lace's cheek. Feeling that, she was certain it was her, and she sighed quietly. She retracted her hand, and spoke with a more defined accent than before. "Zerker, at least you're alive.."

She glanced quietly between the two walls, one with more sizable a hole than the other, and slowly went back to her place between them, knelt in prayer. Except instead of scriptures, she spoke to them both. "At the least we now have each other. Miss, if you can hear her this is my friend, Lace. I would introduce you, but I don't think it's possible without a name. Mine is Aya Clarke."

 

[Maur]

Location: Cavilion Zoo
Tag: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Shukalar Verd"]

Something was wrong. Maur smelled it in the air before her eyes opened. She raised her head and looked at the bar around her. Bottles lined the counter behind the bar and dim lights cast vague shadows under tables and chairs. Remnants of death sticks and cigarras filled the air and something else. Maur rubbed a hand over her eyes and slid off the chair, stretching to her full height. Something like a breath of sound floated across the empty bar.

Maur snapped her head in its direction, hackles rising. One, the hell was a bar doing empty? Two, what was she doing in an empty bar? She saw tinted transparisteel leading to the outside and something like motion beyond it. She stalked towards it and shaded her eyes to peer out. Red skinned aliens with pointed ears gazed back at her, grinning and pointing. Beyond them, other groups of the same species clustered around similar observation points. Maur sneered at the aliens looking at her.

A zoo. This was all a damn zoo. And by the sound of the scream to her left and the roar coming from the back of her cell, she wasn't alone. Maur rolled her shoulders and strode over to the left wall. More noise came from the backside so she was fairly certain the being trapped there wouldn't hear. It wasn't like she could call out. Maur placed her ear against the wall and tapped a knuckle against the wall in a slow, steady pattern. Hopefully someone would recognize tap-code. The method was outdated but she had learned it to communicate, mute as she was.

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[Krystal]

Objective: Zoo
Wearing: A ballgown…?
Weilding: Nothing
Tags: @Aya Clarke and [member="Lace Vi'dreya"]

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From her vantage point into the woman's room, Krystal could not make out the newcomer to their bizarre gathering -- though it seemed that Aya quite recognized her. The lady, who was human (rather than Twi'lek as Krystal had originally supposed) seemed grateful to see the other woman, who's voice Krystal did not recognize. She wondered if there was a reasoning to their abduction, political or otherwise, or if it was simply... for amusement.

The thought made Krystal nauseous and even more desperate for an escape.

But the woman, it seemed, knew no more than she did. And judging by the way the children had reacted when Krystal had burned her hand on the door, such cruel designs for entertainment would certainly be possible. "I'm Krystal... Krystal Estain, of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Lace, Aya -- it is a welcome relief to meet you, even if it is under such circumstances." Krystal absently scraped at her hole as she spoke. "Perhaps, if we could first ascertain who our hosts are and why they have taken us here, we might find it easier to determine the nature of this game they play." Her original thought was that it had been a personal enemy of hers, perhaps a relative of a target or casualty, who had a vendetta to fulfil -- but the presence of the other two women indicated something much larger was at play here. "Where were you when you were taken, if you recall? Or perhaps, if it's political, are there any reasons all three of us have been taken?" For Krystal had never met these women in her life....

As she increased the size of the hole in her wall, she began to see further into the room of the priestess. It seemed that their captors had gone through great lengths to replicate her room too, and it was certainly a significant expense to go through for a simple kidnapping. That, and the occasional presence of the fourth walls, were things that Krystal could not explain. And not knowing any details about her captors or situation -- as well as the sudden hole where her connection to the force used to be -- set a small seed of panic in her chest. Not one to usually lose her cool, Krystal still felt terrified at the complete loss of... control.

 

[Holt]

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Holt had seen many things in his long life. He’d travelled from the deep core to Wild Space, he’d probably found places to buy rarer vintages than most wealthy wine connoisseurs in the galaxy. Yet nothing quite hit it like this Cavilion Zoo. But what had been stranger were the random disappearances, the chance vanishing of personnel in the Confederacy from low-level defense force pilots to even politicians. But even then, Holt had only really gotten involved when one of the Ministry of Secret's own Crows had suddenly disappeared as well.

It had been an uproar in the Rookery when that particular Crow had vanished. The Ministry of Secrets were very particular about knowing exactly where their agents were, and when one of their top personnel had suddenly joined the growing number of missing Confederates. The uproar had even grown louder when all of Holts contacts, scanners and beacons had turned up empty; something unsettling for someone who had a plethora of those. One thing led to another, and soon word had gotten around that a group of aliens known as the Alites on Vandalheim had informed the confederacy that they were behind the abductions, and willing to release the captives. . . potentially.

Now, Holt stood at the lead of the Confederate delegation to the Alites under the guise of “Adhorin Saan,” a junior representative from the Ministry of Influence. Of course, being as long-lives as he was and with the duty of Rook in the Ministry of Secrets, he was not unarmed. He’d seen the messages about blasters and the Living Forge being non functioning in this tech-filled world, but two small vibroknives were hidden away up the cuff of either of his sleeves. Sharp to the touch, Holt had reasoned that these creatures would not be expecting weapons to the point of obsoletion such as knives, but these phrik-enhanced blades were sharp enough to cut through even the most protective armor. Hopefully, Holt wouldn’t need to use it in this case.

 

[Garza]

OBJECTIVE: One & BYOO
LOCATION: Something called a Zoo

What the ever living hell. Stretching my arms and legs, I found myself in a pile of leaves, and debris of some sort. However, I found out quickly what had awoken my slumber. My hunger. It was ravenous as the day I was born. Slowly sitting myself up, I began to make my way over to what appear to be a pile of food. Preserved and out prepared already. I was confused, but cared little as I began to gorge myself of the meat. Fibrous tendons as I gnawed upon them with my teeth. It tasted slightly different from other meats I have had. As I was done, a hand came up to wipe my mou-

"WHAAAA?!"

Looking down, I found myself with a hand. Strange. Not the scales I had become accustomed too, but a flesh of a different kind. No claws. No scales. Just a layer of flesh that was thin. I could clearly see the bones within my hands. My arms were also of this same color. I couldn't quite describe it. Almost... pale? Looking down, I looked all to match this new... exterior. Flesh pale as the bones I had feasted upon in the past. My body thin and gangly like the tre-

"GRAAAAHHH?!"

Upon looking around, I saw the trees that were in this enclosure. Larger than myself. They towered over me. What was going on? I was entirely confused. This didn't make any sense at all! With great speed I stood up, and then fell down flat upon my face. Finding it difficult to walk in this new form. Whatever it was called. I hated it. Twisting my head around, I found my tail and spines were gone. Void of any marks. However, scars from various encounters over my Eons of life littered my body still. Even an old one from a Terentatek that thought he was hot stuff. A nasty scar upon my thigh.

What was this? A... snake? A vine? A... another appendage much like a tail, but hanging in front of me. Between my legs. Curious, I reached down to touch it, but stopped as I heard noises above me. Creatures with strange things that flashed in my face. Raising a hand up to cover my eyes, they.. were doing something. High pitched. Sounding like bursts of air exiting their mouths. Their bodies looked similar to my own, but were different colors. Some had tails on their head. Others had tails to begin with. Even a couple had different colored flesh.

Walking closer and closer to them, is when I felt a painful jolt to my neck. Falling to the ground. I clutched tightly to something around my neck. Tougher than whatever excuse for claws I had at the moment. And all I could do was be angry. Yelling at the top of my lungs.

"RAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

 

[Duckie Talon]

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Run away!!

The mighty quacklord would never do anything as ignoble as retreating, one as powerful and terrifying as he could never do something like retreat. It was just...a tactical relocation until such a time as his opponent realised the doom that was about to rain on his head...any second no. Who could help but be terrified by the bright plumage and the deadly weapon that was his bill? Apparently his feline enemy was less than impressed by the duck attacking his tail, a loud warble broke from the duckling's bill as he waddled hurriedly across the yard, barely avoiding the claws of he angry kitten right on his tail. He missed the giant mom people!

 

[Lyra Laurs]

Objective: NEGOTIATIONS.
Wearing: SUIT.
Wielding: NOTHING.
Tags: [member="[/FONT][FONT='courier new']Madalena Antares[/FONT][FONT='courier new']"] || [member="[/FONT][FONT='courier new']Cypher Rage"] || [member="Holt"] || Open

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Lyra was exhausted. She had been up all night -- all week -- desperately trying to piece together the locations of the missing Confederates. Some disappeared alone, others went missing at groups of time, some at parties, others simply did not report in the next day, but each shared one commonality: they left no trace.

And try as she might, Lyra could not connect the dots. She had full backgrounds and all the information possible about the missing Confederates, and was searching and searching for an enemy that would have the ability to do this, but she simply could not figure it out.

The invitations, then, were a scornful measure, seeming to rub in the fact that the Alites had all the advantages and the Confederates had nothing. If safety is assured, then why the hell are my people in cages? She didn't trust the aliens for a second, but did come unarmed -- she would not endanger lives even further.

But when she arrived on this planet, it felt like she had run straight into a brick wall. Her transport landed and Lyra could not breathe. She searched inside her and reached out to the Force, and to minds and people around her, but all that she felt was a void. Young enough to have not had the chance to experience such helplessness as having her Force stolen away from her, Lyra felt blind. She took in a shaky breath and resolved to get off this damn planet -- with the fellow Confederates -- as soon as she possibly could.

So she composed herself and strode of the transport. There were several people who seemed to be waiting for others, so she approached them. She recognized only one, Madelena, through her time with the Knights, so Lyra approached her. "Hello, miss," she said, "I am here to speak with the Alites on the matter of... this." She gestured around her. "I am Lyra Laurs, of the Confederacy. Are you here for the same ends?"