Dawn of Creation

[Zef Halo]

Life.

All craved for life.

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The planet Vinsoth, home of the Chevin and Chev species, was not excluded from the list of those that craved for life. Nearly 3 million years ago, Vinsoth had suffered an asteroid catastrophe wiping most of the planet's scarce population and obliterating life. Yet, life and death was a cycle. Where one life ended, another was born from its ashes. And so was the story of the Chevin species. Evolving into what they are currently due to the necessity of adapting to the change of environment and the cataclysms. Life would always exist and so would death. Could death be the key to better life ? Even more, could death be the key to immortality ?

So many questions. Yet, no answers. Dagon's head was full of questions, most contradictory and oxymoron like those aforementioned. Life and death had always been his most interesting topic to think and talk about. With the Force, Dagon knew he could advance his knowledge about it to great levels, maybe even expand the knowledge the galaxy has about it. The rare dreams the Jedi had experienced recently led him to believe that he was to supposed to come to Vinsoth. That cursed book that always seemed to appear in his dreams was also present in the one about Vinsoth. Dagon had no idea what that book was or if it had any meaning but he had yet to come to anything that might have a sort of connection with the book if it existed at all.

The B-wing that Dagon operated pierced through the clouds of the planet headed towards the coordinates given by the city of Umalor's flight control. The closer he got to the docking pad, the more he could see that it was not that of a busy day considering that most docking pads were empty. The Jedi was glad of that as the more people there were, the easier to lose view of something that might be important. Whatever it was, as Dagon did not know what he was seeking exactly. His first destination would definitely be the Force-cult temple on the planet. Alas, it would not be a bad idea to seek knowledge about the planet's history from locals. Perhaps a department concerning sciences would be something that would help him even more.

Landing gracefully on the docking pad, Dagon secured the ship was completely shut off before leaving the starfighter and taking a ticket for docking here.

"Any repairs to be done, Sir ?" A tall droid appeared in his way from around the corner of the exit.

"The vectrals need some maintenance as my maneuverability has been going down lately. The board computer's been saying the same."

"Necessary diagnostics and repairs shall be made, Sir. Thank you for your time."

With a nod to the droid, Dagon proceeded towards the streets of the outskirts of Umalor. He tapped on his wrist datapad that projected a 3D map of the city, with a few clicks he tried looking for any department or organization that might concern science generally. His results came bearing nothing. Dagon grimaced at the fact that he could not find anything through the official data. His other alternative was the mainstream way - cantinas. A Chev handing flyers next to a cantina took his attention and Dagon decided to stop at this cantina. He was a bit more cautious as he was still in the outskirts of the town. Trouble stirred much easier in the outskirts of cities rather than in their centers.

Taking the flyer from the Chev, just so he might get closer to finishing his work day rather than Dagon reading it at all. The temperature was radically increasing the closer the day got to noon and it would be better for the Chev to soon look for shadow and water.

The Drunken Ootak.

The smell of alien fumes and outlandish drinks filled his nostrils and the Jedi quickly tapped through the Force to wash away those that might have a long-term harm for him. Feeling refreshed from the surge of the Force, Dagon calmly approached a seat on the bar observing quickly the half-empty place. A few glances came his way from the tables but no one seemed to pay him any attention. For that he was glad. The less he attracted attention the better.

"Blackroot ?" The Jedi inquired if the bartender possessed in stock the rejuvenating drink. The response was negative. "Polanis Red ?"

The bartender nodded and quickly materialized the glass of the red alcoholic substance. Dagon needed a few sips of the drink to gather his thoughts and plan his course of action.

 

[Glade]

The Drunken Ootak.

1 Jawa, 2 Jawa, 3 Jawa, SHOT, couple of rougher, larger members of the cantina were playing a drinking game, overlooking one wide-eyed Kiffar girl. Whoever was slowest had to drink, but if anyone was looking they'd seem them working to get Nato drunk, truthfully she was playing along because free drinks, yay!

While our less reputable members of our bar took break to discuss something away from their game, Natoline was drinking, something really weird, kinda like that stuff you saw lit up, that moved in little globs n'stuff with pretty colors on her shelf back home. She’d even turned her glass upside down to see her drink just sticking there, “weeeeeiiirrrddddd”, ms Kerrigan stretched her arms up and hiccuped half off her stool. Looking around to be absolutely sure nobody saw that, nose scrunched, yeppers coast was clear, wasn't it?

Tucking a creditchit into those endless pockets which moved through her snug red bubble dress, into her seemingly black hole of a cupboard back home if her lack of storage was anything to go by, in your face space elves! She was feeling sort of like them frilly dolls you’d see kids pulling arms off, shouldn’t have gone with frills, but that rose behind her ear was okay, kind of, she hoped. Nato poped her lips in an over exaggerated manner, she was drunk, or seemingly so, stirring curious finger into her thick soup liquid, thinkin’ ‘bout maids, ‘n elf girls stuff like that, dead ones. Sigh. Always her face.

“Whatsa Poleaanes Red?” She said with her curliest of smiles, whatever she was celebrating or whoever she was mourning, one year ago today, those lines of glasses across the Knights bar were only going to go higher tonight. “Ever have one of those little itty bitty secrets, you really, reallllly want to tell people, but y’know, you’d just feel bad if you did?” Nato asked nobody in particular, and was not about to tell anyone either, just messin, maybe she was talking to her drinks, pesky little drinks. The bartender seemed to think so with the way he was loading up this Kiffar with drinks, so much so she dare not actually test if her legs were still there, maybe later if she drunk enough she wouldn't need legs. Where was [member="Fyor Nayus"] for a walking stick when you needed him hmmph!

[member="Dagon Mor"] vs drunk nato if you dare!

 

[Darth Eversor]

"Departure to surface cleared... prepare for drop." FO command prepped and mapped the coordinates to the planet of Visnoth for Abraxas, his gaze piercing through the transport's hull as he stared out at the planet itself. "Launch." The small vessel itself lurched forward before coming free of the cruiser it deployed from. There was some kind of faint presence on the planet itself, albeit very indeterminable from such a great distance away. ​

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What was the real reason for coming here? A simple reason that was yet to be fully realized. "Sir, we still fail to understand what your calling to this planet is?" Suddenly the pilot was cut off by his captain. "We tend not to ask ourselves why, and instead, we adopt the mentality of merely ignoring what we do not comprehend. Or choose not to comprehend." The suave captain stared out of the hull. "Halt here, we'll await our friend's orders once he's prepared for an evac." ​

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Touch down.​

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The hatch on the shuttle slowly expanded itself outward and opened, the metallic locking mechanisms bracing against one another as the door stuck out at an angle. Not really too obvious, but still an eyesore for anyone trying to actually hide their transport. Abraxas looked around, his cloak flapping quite gracefully due to a breeze. Droids approached him, and without much hesitation, the former Sith ignored them just as they were delivering their protocol. "Oh..." said a droid with some hint of sadness.​

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There was something on this planet definitely... ​

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Abraxas felt it...​

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He looked upon the denizens of the planet, and they too looked back upon him with expressions of uncertainty and some moderate distrust. Alas, the ways of the Dark Side were not secret-bound. Examples have been made time and time again.​

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And they would be made again if anyone dared to get in Abraxas' way.​

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There was rumor of a Force temple upon this very soil, and he wanted to find it for what it was worth. Walking straight passed the people and even its staple businesses, the former Sith took the part of finding this spiritual monument for himself. He needed no one, and any guests were simply a means to an end.​

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"...Even in this life, I will not be denied..."​

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Unaware of what awaited him, Abraxas carried on an unidentified path away from the settlement he landed near.​

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[member="Dagon Mor"] | Natoline Kerrigan

 

[Noriko Ike]

[member="Dagon Mor"] [member="Natoline Kerrigan"]

The small atrisian was looking at the drinking games being played.. the intoxicated woman talking to her drink and her white knight complex came to the front.. also being a jedi helped as she wanted to make sure no one took advantage of her... after this drink as she starred at one of the other patrons with his cups down below him. Lined up and ready for her to throw the small ball across the expanse of the table when she took aim drinking one of the small bottles of flavored mead her family supplied the bars with. high stakes and even higher patrons was one of the reasons to come here. to a den of dangerous types who might do illegal activities before she threw the ball and it landed in the cup. Then as he went to take it she motioned for him not to getting another from the one judging it and throwing it and then another and another to make it quite a sight as the eight cups were filled declaring her the winner with a credit chit pile coming to her. She moved going over near the bar and focusing while relaxing a little in the seat.

 

[Zef Halo]

Dagon had almost ignored the commotion from the patrons that seemed to be playing a drinking game, when the back of his mind twitched. The Force. Someone in this cantina was capable of using the Force, he was sure about that. Yet, the Jedi was not sure who, nor did it feel as a malicious aura which belongs to the Dark Side of the Force. Dagon kept his composure as he took a sip of the wine and organized his thoughts. He would be really glad if he found someone that knew the absolute ancient history of this planet and its sentients. Otherwise, this would be a very complicated quest. It already did not have an end goal to further its complexity. Just a dream to follow. Perhaps the Force Users in the cantina were not a coincidence. Have they had the same dream ? Was it fate ?

So many questions once again, so little answers.

The feminine voice of a woman boomed next to him, her words barely comprehensible while the stench of alcohol emanated from her whole existence. Dagon's eyes widened for just a millisecond when he felt that this woman expressed the Force as well. To what degree, he could not say. Maybe she was not aware at all. Eitherways, the padawan did not relish the idea of getting attention so early on. Dagon dampened his presence in the Force as much as his capabilities allowed him to, just in case. Now to try and dismiss the drunk in the most diplomatic way he could manage.

"I am sorry but I do not. Polanis Red is a brand of red wines. Perhaps you would like to have it ?" Dagon pushed his glass to the drunk woman, he wanted to dismiss her as soon as possible. The Jedi was not here to enjoy the cantina. He stood up from his place and moved a bit further from the drunk woman and closer to the bartender.

"Anyone in town that has got to do anything with history, perhaps biology ?" Dagon asked honestly with a lower voice while passing a few credit chips to the bartender. Information was never free. The credits were enough to keep his question discreet as well. He'd learned this street 'traditions' back on the primitive Rattatak where he was born and raised.

"Kreth M'nagir. He's been at Ephant Mon's temple, that's what the word is. A few hills north from here." The bartender Chev closed in answering while taking the credits that were put on the bar. Dagon put a few more on the bar and the bartender continued talking. "It is not often used, only occasional pilgrimages make visits to it. Lately, there's been word that something weird has been going on."

The padawan put a few more credits but the bartender shook his head. He did not know anymore. What he knew, though, was for now enough.


[member="Natoline Kerrigan"] [member="Abraxas"] [member="Noriko Ike"]

 

[Edwin Setyl]

Edwin had heard stories more so than rumors of the lightside eminating from this planet. He wanted to truly understand what it felt like to embrace such the side of the force. The darkside granted nothing but fear and passions. Edwin knew that that way of thinking could lead to a loose mind. He wasn't sure which one is powerful, but he surely had a preference of not boasting his emotions out in front of his enemies. Now Edwin had a craving, he only ever felt the lightside from that datacron then himself, even though that feeling was lost as he began to hide his affiliations in the force. He wanted to see the variations he was always exposed to in the darkside. Before he knew it, his cravings led him here, to Vinsoth. He heard of a temple there and wanted to quench his desires. Bring his mind at peace with the constant insanity that was thrown at him.

Sometimes, it even scared Edwin how cool and collected he felt despite the fact other emotions raged through him, trying to break the hold he had ever so tightly. Edwin looked around the spaceport, observing people as people came and gone. The Acolyte felt something, he didn't know what, his knowledge of the force was limited to that one holocron he found. It's teachings of shien and various meditations. Maybe that's what Edwin needed to do. Find someplace to meditate. Hopefully the temple on his way would provide such assistance.

[member="Dagon Mor"] | [member="Noriko Ike"] | [member="Abraxas"] | [member="Natoline Kerrigan"]

 

[Glade]

[member="Dagon Mor"] Free drinks! But nope, hair swishing side to side underneath she was shaking her head, probably or just trying to stool dance, anyway, seems she was particular or just really, really unable to drink more, either way she didn’t take him up on his offer of his wine. Was she going crazy again, nope, nope, maybe.

Thick gloop of liquid in front of her was stirred, a light breeze following around her glass, as memories flowed into and out of her consciousness, friends coming and going, here and then gone, she'd space out every so often. Swapping out what was in her left hand, and just wading into new images, high as a kite from rushing through surface recollections at speed, giggling when she found something funny. She definitely stunk of cherries and sugar, or something kinda like a candy shop on steroids, was that pure sugar she was swigging down, explains why her drink was so thick? Not regular lookin alcohol no sir, but a really strong overdose of pain meds jabbed in her arm, all jabby. Which was her promise in her condition, Kei would still kill her if he found her like this, so she’d snuck out, nobodies pet! Pffffttt.

She hiccupped, nobody saw that right, yep. “Heeeeeeeeyyyyyaaa” Natoline smirkled to Noriko sitting at their bar, but then had nothing to follow up, just a highly glazed over look. She’d seen her cup trick thingy and was impressed, well Nato had seen twice as many cups than were there, which was impressive, because there had been two Noriko’s too, now she was just one. “Where did your friend go?” She asked Noriko, and the barman brought over some more drink things, sent from the guys over there, too far away to see now, she squinted to try and see then giving a quick flash of a nato-wave.

Ironically if [member="Dagon Mor"], just passed Natoline something from what he wanted found, she’d have read history off in seconds, well maybe minutes with the being glazed over n all. “Temples are really weird, like super weird, like super, super weird," She told the bartender, looking through a glass, his head looked squished, "people get all portally and friends go poof, just like last time," who was she speaking about, well nobody, not a somebody, not anymore. She was gonna have a headache, things were all wrapped up together again.

[member="Dagon Mor"] | [member="Noriko Ike"] | [member="Abraxas"] | [member="Edwin Setyl"]​

 

[Noriko Ike]

Noriko looked at [member="Natoline Kerrigan"] when she was speaking to the petite atrisian while she turned to look at her. Offering a smile though while she was taking a drink seeing the others that were coming and able to feel them in the force. Well feel them next to the buzzing in her head as she grinned ready for anything with most of her thoughts. "Well i try to impress and they weren't my friends... they were jusst the ones buying the drinks." She giggled to that though and looked at the candy like drink the girl was drinking as her flavored mead was being served in the small bottles but different colors. She took another sip. "So what brings a pretty girl like you to a rough bar like this... I am here cause something something event in the force."

[member="Edwin Setyl"] [member="Dagon Mor"] [member="Abraxas"]

 

[Zef Halo]

Kreth M'nagir.

Dagon wrote down the name on his wrist datapad carefully guarding it from curious eyes. So his intuition of going to the Force-cult temple would turn out to be right as that is where presumably this scientist was located. Dead or alive, Dagon did not know. The bartender had heard some weird stories but nothing more than that. Pilgrimages were still occurring, perhaps he could find more about this pilgrimages at the Temple rather than here. Pilgrims would not live in the city, at least that is what Dagon believed. The padawan caressed his chin analyzing the information and trying to put it all together. Find something that connects all these pieces of information. Could the pilgrims be Force-sensitive ? Perhaps the temple was a Force Nexus ? No. It would've pulled him towards it as soon as he had landed.

His ear twitched at what the drunk woman that he sensed the Force run through her earlier said about temples. He did not turn his head yet but he listened for anything more she might say. She had earlier been talking with another woman who had been busy drinking as well. Dagon sensed quite clearly the Force in this cantina and wished to leave as soon as possible. Gathering attention was not something he desired, he had to follow the dream and the clues. Even if they end up leading to absolutely nothing. Something deep inside told him it would not be nothing. Not at all. The padawan took a deep breath and turned to face the alcoholic woman.

"Which temple might that be ?" The Jedi asked with a polite tone. The more knowledge he gathered before he set off towards the temple, the better. The more he was on this planet, the more he realized that this was certainly not a coincidence.

Dagon still itched to leave the place behind but it was possible that the drunk woman might know something more that could prove useful for the Jedi's quest. He was reluctant to stay long here also due to the fact that the Force ran strong in the place. He was sure about the drunk woman but could not find the other source of the Force, yet. The Jedi was also slightly worried of going through a phase of visions suddenly, he had been trying to conceal his presence in the Force as much as he could. If visions would appear, he knew he might turn into a beacon to any Force sensitive around.

[member="Abraxas"] [member="Edwin Setyl"] [member="Natoline Kerrigan"] [member="Noriko Ike"]

 

[Choli Vyn]

Chloe always sends me to the most curious of places.

This time, it was Vinsoth, where she met Beri Mon, a Chevin worshiper of the Force-Cult founded by Elephant Mon several centuries ago. It was a bit more religious than other Force Organizations, but the two weeks under Beri’s tutelage had seen some rather curious methods in the Force and its application.

The Force Cult was a religion that would worship the Force. They didn’t have any specific claims to fame on methodologies, but being around the Chevin was an eye opener for Choli when it involved patience and… interesting methods of acquisition.

Beri, however, was as much of a storyteller as Chloe, and Cho was able to see why the stocky alien had become quick friends with the Warden of the Sky.

For now, she was outside the The Drunken Ootak, a local watering hole as she gathered supplies for another week out. R2-D4, her Pebbledrone companion beeped a boop by her side.

“Well, we got enough for the trip I think,” she told the Pebble drone, giving a half huff as she slid her duffle bag on the back of her speeder bike. It was an old thing, but had enough room in the back for her to secure what she needed for herself and R-2.

“Just need a few more items and I think we are good,” her muffled modulated voice cleared as she tugged the scarf from the breathing apparatus over her mouth. She was covered from head to foot in swaths of beige bedouin attire, with polarized black goggles shielding her eyes. At her back, she had a baton of sorts, and at her hip, the QQ sidearm for non lethal stunning.

To be truthful, at first glance, none would realize she is a girl. It would take more than observation to determine that

 

[Glade]

OOC:

Spoiler

I’ll try and link us to the temple to pull everyone together but leave the setting to you. NPCs can be for anyone @Sith/Darksiders

[member="Dagon Mor"]
“Yeppers, buuuut temples, y’know bleh dirty, and cold. Staaaay here warm cozy and” she leaned in, “y’know when things just kinda, fall into your lap” she tapped Dagon’s hand very lightly, bouncy with her fingers, looking over to the people buying her drinks and giving them a long look through the draping locks of brown hair which cluttered her eyes. She was either flirting, again, or trying to tell him something, maybe how the men acted, how they moved, what they wore under the clothes would tip him off that they were why she was here. Cultists.

Why did she trust him, a stranger? Masking his force signature, well that was coming later.

[member="Noriko Ike"]
Nato looked like she was about to say something poignant, or realise something, but as usual was distracted by Noriko calling her all pretty like. mmmmhm Distinct Nato-smile bubbled up, bright eyes, bright face, before she realised she was smiling awkwardly at Noriko and then fiddled with... anything, as long as she was distracting attention, “Mebbie, waiting for you to ask?” underneath her hidden features, hair running down her cheek, she blinked peeking up, smiling coyly at her flatterer. Rough bars? Fyor was always roughing her life up, felt like home, poor fyor, Ariella, mum, blurg.

[member="Dagon Mor"]
The men she had been flirting with left, well shoot. “u’wanna find your temple thing?,” suddenly much more sober, she hopped off her chair, but grimaced as her spine moved sharply. Those pain killers for her spine had her all groggy, acting drunk but her drinks were just sugar, she smiled to the barman and went to pay but he shook his head, she couldn’t be drinking real stuff with her condition(s).

[member="Choli Vyn"]
Nato waited at their door, bumping or flumping straight into [member="Choli Vyn"]. When her cultists she was about to follow looked back, she acted like she was about to tell Choli something, but really just tiptoed up and down, making sure nothing was dislodged, “Sorries running late! Umm nice scarf,” she managed, with her equally awkward nose scrunching, making sure nobody was looking back and their coast was clear. Waving over [member="Dagon Mor"], "well come on sleepy legs!" With her fluster she did manage to flash her saber somewhere hidden beneath her frills in her red dress, which anyone could see [member="Noriko Ike"] included perhaps.

[member="Dagon Mor"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Noriko Ike"] | [member="Edwin Setyl"] | [member="Abraxas"]​

 

[Noriko Ike]

[member="Natoline Kerrigan"]

She listened to her and seemed to change, there was a small look at things and she could feel it shifting with most of her attention going off when the jedi knight moved a little. There was a reason why she had won and it wasn't because she was a booze hound who drank all the time and got good it was because best way to avoid drinking was to let all of the others drunk first and pretend. When Nato moved and showed her saber the small atrisian moved keeping her saber staff at her back under the loose fitted shirt with some tape. Finishing the drink while she was focusing her body to filter and let the alcohol break down and be purified by the force. "Well then pretty one, I guess that means I should ask you to like go walking." She kept her saber secret but was ready tog o to work as more and more things seemed to be in the force as she was feeling it.

 

[Darth Eversor]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMk-Nb_viR8​

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There was something else most definitely...​

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Feeling the significance through the Force, Abraxas kept this notion at the forefront of his mind. Nothing was to stop him here on this day, for no reason or for very little at all. The Sith somewhat expected some obstacles; however, of this magnitude he would need to be extra cautious. Jedi were the bane of his very existence, their servitude towards that of the Republic or that of the Alliance was a sullying trait. How humiliating it must feel to be restrained and chaperoned by morals. ​

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Thoughts of an amoral creature that stirs among the bloodied and mangled. Nature at its finest.​

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Continuing the trek towards the temple, Abraxas readied himself by relinquishing his lightsaber. Igniting the old weapon with a snap-hiss, an unstable crimson blade erupted from the emitter with brilliant flashes of pulsating energy. The blade itself hummed and growled subtly, its form pointed and haphazard like that of a roaring flame. For whenever these signatures in the Force decide to show themselves, he would be at least prepared for a scuffle. ​

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The background life among the ruins and path Abraxas walked seemed to dull into silence. His presence causing a wave of dread to wash over the vicinity. Unnatural was his boast, the devil's poison. On a spiritual level, the manifestation of shadow and hatred was quite the disturbing anomaly. Designed of foul blood and tyranny, Abraxas did not fall far from his genetic tree. Vornskr would be ever-so approving.​

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And then he saw it.​

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He could see the temple take shape before his very eyes, and his eager dark heart pumped with some amusement. ​

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"...Mine for the taking..."​

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[member="Noriko Ike"] | [member="Natoline Kerrigan"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Dagon Mor"]

 

[Edwin Setyl]

Edwin realized as he ventured through town that he was getting quite hungry. Rather not desiring to re-experience the prospect of hunger just because of his goals, he stopped at the nearest restaurant. Food beyond rations still amazed him, the continuous flavors that dance on his tongue. The strictness of only eating rations when he was in the military, although it made him able to handle the tasteless food. It certainly gave him some of a desire to experiences the sweets, sours, and umamis found within the things he ate. Food was certainly becoming a weakness for Edwin, and he didn't want to go back. He was find still eating rations; it was just the prospect of never eating such foods again that scared him. Paying the tab, he left the restaurant, replenished after all the mournful contemplation he always found himself in. But now it was time to stop thinking of such enjoyment. It was time he headed for the temple.

[member="Abraxas"] | [member="Noriko Ike"] | [member="Natoline Kerrigan"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Dagon Mor"]

 

[Zef Halo]

Dagon had been focused on the words that the brunette would utter, his eyes slightly squinted awaiting to analyse any information she might possess. Had he been less focused to what she would say, perhaps he would've noticed something odd in her body language. Alas, neither did he see nor did he receive any more knowledge about the temple than drunk syllables and a slight dose of flirting from the obviously force sensitive woman . He grimaced disappointed at the situation before reclaiming his previous neutral face. With a shake of his head he turned his back to the woman and once again switched on his wrist datapad. The padawan still hoped any more information might pop out somewhere.

Nothing.

The voice of the force sensitive brunette caught him looking away from his datapad. This time it came from the exit of the establishment. Dagon felt reluctant to go at first and took a few moments before turning off his datapad and following the 'tipsy' woman out of the cantina. Something within told him this was the way to go although the Jedi was at disbelief at that thought. The padawan's eyes widened embarrassed at what he saw - the drunk brunette bumping straight into a traveler with a droid beside her. If the Jedi could read the droid's 'facial expression', he was sure it was the same as the one Dagon currently carried on his own face.

His heart skipped a beat at the sight of the drunk woman's lightsaber hilt. Dagon remained calm but highly cautious in order to attempt to maintain his concealment of his Force signature as much as he could. The padawan had no idea how much was that but he hoped it was enough. With a decisive step towards the traveler, he stopped a few feet before them. Dagon was reluctant to get too close to the drunk woman that was obviously force user. Not a darksider that was for sure, he would've felt her malicious aura and possibly intent. Unless she was a complete and absolute master.

"Excuse me, m'am. A bit of alcohol and the high temperatures are too much for some people to handle." Dagon nodded at the traveler while his brain activity was maximised so he could be aware as much as he can from his surroundings. The Jedi Padawan questioned his action of defending and excusing the drunk woman who had not given him any valuable information up till now. Yet, the saber hilt gave him some hope.


[member="Edwin Setyl"] [member="Abraxas"] [member="Noriko Ike"] [member="Natoline Kerrigan"] [member="Choli Vyn"]

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Natoline Kerrigan"][member="Noriko Ike"][member="Dagon Mor"]

"Whoa!"

The modulated cry of surprise went bursting half muffled from behind Cho's scarf. She would stumble a few steps, caught a bit off guard. Her eyes would widen behind her goggles and she was half confused by what the strange woman said after. Wait what?

R2-D9 went rolling off in a semi - circle to her right, rolling to a stop. "What?" The modulated voice would ask. She didn't get any of the fumes from the liquor the woman had been drinking - woo for the breathing apparatus filter - but how the woman was acting and the fact she stumbled from the cantina made Choli wonder if perhaps she was drunk.

That's when someone else joined in. A man. Was he with the girl? he apologized for her, so perhaps that meant yes? A beep Boop beside her was the nudge for Cho to respond.

"That's fine," came her answer, the metallic tinge andronygous as her gear. "Is she okay?" A thick gloved finger would point at the woman. Did she need help back to her ship or something?

 

[Armand Temi]

“Cath, the Force has chosen your path. You must follow it.”

To those gentle words, spoken by her father, Shahin Lorr, a silver-haired full-blooded Eldorai, Cath set her tea cup down with more hostility than intended, so much that it rattled the fine china and crystal table of her parent’s vacation estate on Bardotta.

“I don’t know that I would have accepted the government position had I known that I would not be allowed to join the Jedi Order," she complained, both annoyed with the situation and also annoyed at herself for acting immature over it.

“You can join when you retire from politics. In the meantime, dear daughter, you may have to train alone. I wouldn’t encourage you to find a Rogue Master as they sometimes lean towards the grey or occasionally the darkness,” continued Shahin. Her father was a Jedi Master himself but belonged to the Jedi Order so that also excluded him as her teacher. "And you are very much a child of the light."

Cath pressed her lips together in a tense frown, but she finally sighed and said, “Where do you suggest I start?”

“There’s a temple on Vinsoth. Take The Celestina and explore it. It was built by Ephant Mon, a criminal, turned anti-slavery advocate. It’s a living testament to the power of redemption.”

“Will you come with me, Father?” the padawan said, her eyes pleading as she wanted to spend more quality time with him before she had to go back to the capital.

“No, you must go alone.”

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Landing on Vinsoth in the Outer Rim, Cath, dressed in light armor appropriate for scouting and traveling through thick brush, headed towards the temple grounds. Lightsaber, blaster and vibrodagger secure on her utility belt, she employed Force Stealth as much as a padawan could muster, to conceal her alignment in case others were nearby. Needless to say it was a weak attempt, but one just the same.

[member="Dagon Mor"] [member="Natoline Kerrigan"] [member="Darth Eversor"] [member="Noriko Ike"] [member="Edwin Setyl"] [member="Choli Vyn"]

 

[Glade]

[member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Dagon Mor"]
Hopefully fumbling a small tracking device onto Choli’s pockets or self so her friends could find her roughly if things went bad, “Yep,” she flashed her lip curling sober enough smile to Choli, while acting drunk, mixed messages, hopefully she pulled off her act, no time to lose! While [member="Choli Vyn"] and [member="Dagon Mor"] acquainted themselves, Nato was used to being clumsy, back in her days of picking pockets her feet would always be tripping, acting wasn’t all that hard to remember. Hopefully whoever was coming kept up, but to be sure she had a distraction, Noriko found herself with a smallest of tugs on her hand to come along for the ride.

[member="Noriko Ike"]
Nato-wink at Noriko, had to play things clever-like, didn’t want their cultists to get any funny ideas. They were already a few paces ahead, “pretty, little ole me?” Incredibly innocent eyes. Noriko was her perfect distraction, when those cultists turned around to make sure nobody was following them, because nato had brushed part of Noriko’s top straight and poked her nose, till their coast was clear. Popping her lips with another wink, and carrying on.

Through winding overgrown paths, down boggy trails, and into a very strange looking building, kinda looked like any normal building, down any one of a hundred such dead end paths, but those pesky cultists disappeared inside.

“Thank you soooo much for keeping me safe, ummm, gotta run, this is my stop!” She smiled brightly to Noriko, tugging on her collar ever so gently to say goodbye, and disappeared inside the temple door.

Down, down, down some steps, she found their real temple residing in a valley all its own. That’s why she never found it, creepy illusions, sitting right here the whole time!

Dark here, couldn't see a thing, sssshhh quiet brain, hold on was that a… [member="Darth Eversor"] | [member="Edwin Setyl"]

[member="Dagon Mor"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Noriko Ike"] | [member="Edwin Setyl"] | [member="Darth Eversor"] | [member="Cath Lorr"]​

 

[Noriko Ike]

[member="Natoline Kerrigan"] | [member="Dagon Mor"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Edwin Setyl"] | [member="Darth Eversor"] | [member="Cath Lorr"]

Noriko felt a tug on her hand while she was looking at the others who were there and raised an eyebrow for it as first. Thoughts and attention going while she followed natoline for the adventure of it all. Force signatures were all around her before she sensed something else looking up a little. She had been rather finding some of the new people she met on these adventures. "What is that?" She was curious now feeling some of the others and was not certain about it if there were darksiders or if there were other things. "You sure following them might be the best course of action?" She wanted to both gauge the ones they were with, following or now encountering but she was certain of only a couple of things... one being this girl who had been drunk was more then she seemed and that might be the best course of action to stay together.

 

[Zef Halo]

The drunk force user did not seem okay at all despite saying differently to the scarfed female she had just bumped into. This whole situation was becoming too chaotic for his own good, he would've really preferred of just going straight towards the temple rather than turning right into this cursed cantina. Dagon glanced at the cantina with the wish it had not been there, then he shook his head at his own mistake before he turned back to the two women. The appearance of a third one sent a twitch at the back of his neck. The Force ? What in the Force was going on here ? Caution boiled under his skin. Had they sensed his signature as well ? No way to found out. The padawan knew with reluctance that he had to go towards the temple with the drunk woman, since she also seemed to be going there.

The journey that all took, sadly following the alcoholic, was not as hard as expected. It did not take that much time as well to reach an outlandish building. A few figures had gone within, that is what Dagon had seen but they were still too far away from the misfit group that Dagon was part of currently. The Jedi was glad so. There was no need for additional trouble. The building itself was nothing more than an entrance to a valley beyond. The seclusion of the location was obvious. The padawan halted to observe the horizon until he saw the temple. Then this world disappeared.

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​The scenery changed in front of his eyes completely. Wild plains with no hint of civilizations. Flora and Fauna living by their designated cycle of life. The temple was gone and so was the valley. Green and blue was all his eyes could see. The feeling of a dream being so real engulfed him when suddenly fire and magma reigned upon the previously peaceful scenery. The smell of death surged through his lungs. Various flashbacks of animals that had something similar to the planet's Chevin species, both young and old fleeing. Dagon could feel the pain of their loss and the fear for their lives, it felt like a tight grip around his neck that choked him. Suddenly, as ever changing as dreams, he felt the Force rush through the scenery, its touch leaving only life behind. A final image of a lone Chevin infront of him was the last thing he saw before he opened his eyes.

Back from his visions, Dagon noticed he had fallen on his knees. Perhaps it was obvious now, his signature could not be concealed when he went through such an intense period of his visions. Even if they were, perhaps, visions of the past. The Jedi was sure that the temple was the location he had certainly come for on Vinsoth.


The temple from his visions.



[member="Noriko Ike"] [member="Natoline Kerrigan"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Edwin Setyl"] [member="Darth Eversor"] [member="Cath Lorr"]

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