Daylight [CIS Dominion of Bassadro]

[Paragon of Virtue]

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Bassadro was a beautiful planet that was home to mining villages and volcanoes. The people who occupied the planet labored hard and lived fulfilling lives, knowing there was always work to do in the mines, and a home to come back to at the end of the day. A planet that had hosted too many battles in the centuries since the Gulag, it had managed to overcome the damage caused to it by endless wars, and its people had lived in relative peace.

Until recently.

It all began a few months ago. Miners began to disappear. First, it was one or two, then dozens, and eventually – thousands. None of the Bassadrians could figure out why they had gone missing, and local authorities could not find the smallest of leads as to where they were disappearing to. A few requests for help were sent out to nearby systems, yet, none of them had come for help.

And then weeks later, the bodies began to resurface. Mangled. Lacking parts. Oddly, as if it wasn't bad enough already, occasionally having too many parts. The local medical teams could make nothing of it, could not deduct what it was that happened to them and in what order. This time, the requests for help were louder. And the Confederacy answered.

Upon arrival, those of the CIS split into two groups. The first group went underground to investigate – perhaps they could discover what happened to the miners? Who had taken them? How had they been taken? Perhaps, beneath the ground, in the darkness that the caverns offered, an answer could be found. The second group remained above ground, some of them opting to console the families who had lost their main source of income, children without parents, and others entered morgues to attempt to help with the autopsies and understand what happened to the miners.

What neither group had expected though, what not even the equipment had sufficient time to warn about, was the eruption of dormant volcanoes. The entire Agao Ranges erupted without notice, burying the entire area under hot lava.

Connection to the underground group was lost. The above-ground group now has to help the locals, many of whom must run for their lives as the lava swallows up entire villages and homes.

The ground is lava.​

Parts of the underground are filling up with lava.​

EVERYTHING IS LAVA!​

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This objective is for those who were underground when the volcanoes erupted. The group has been there for hours, going lower and lower into the darkness that lurked beneath Bassadro. When the volcano erupted, many of the mines caved in. Parts of the group are split – not everyone is together. The comm devices don't work. Those of the group who can use the Force can use it easily enough below the ground, but attempting to reach people above it via telepathy or other powers does not seem to work.
You really want to get above ground.

Some of the tunnels are filling up with lava and are not safe. Cave-ins are still happening.

And worst of all, there are things down there – whether you are a FU or an NFU, the deeper down you go, the more an eerie sensation you can feel beneath your skin.

Something is very, very, wrong here.​

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Lava is everywhere. While it's true that one can walk on lava that has stalled after 10-15 minutes in many cases, this does not help the locals who are losing their villages, their farming lands, their everything. Help get the locals to safety. Try to find a way to get communications underground. Try to find a way to get to those who are underground and help them get out of there.

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In the chaos of natural devastation and otherworldly activity, some people just want to do their thing. Find a mountain to sit on and drink while, more or less, watching the planet burn. Go dance in the lava. Paint crude PG-13 graffiti on hardening magma. Anything else you want, this is now your playground!

Spoiler: CIS Tag List

[member="A'Runda"]
[member="Adelle Bastiel"]
[member="Akabane"]
[member="Alden Akaran"]
[member="Alkor Centaris"]
[member="Alora Fae"]
[member="Alwine Lechner"]
[member="Amarant deWinter"]
@Amaya Cardei
[member="Amelia von Sorenn"]
[member="Amethyst Atreides"]
[member="Amethyst Sovereign"]
[member="Anya Malvern"]
[member="Arabella Darkhold"]
[member="Ari Zanareth"]
[member="Arlox"]
[member="Aston Jacobs"]
[member="Aya Clarke"]
[member="Azmodan"]
[member="Bandit Six"]
[member="Caesar Kenway"]
[member="Callisa Asran"]
[member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]
[member="Carith Thelcar"]
[member="Cerria Rene"]
[member="Chikako Liona"]
[member="Cim Salro"]
[member="Corvus Dravere"]
[member="Daisy Americus"]
[member="Damsy Callat"]
[member="Danger Arceneau"]
[member="Daniel Americus"]
[member="Dalton Kenway"]
[member="Darth Tacitus"]
[member="Darth Timorem"]
[member="Darth Novus"]
[member="Daxton Bane"]
[member="Destroyer 2873"]
[member="Dhakarta"]
[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]
[member="Drauchir"]
[member="Ecthelion Aiglos"]
[member="Efried Halbrecht"]
[member="Ella Nova"]
[member="Erin Tenel"]
[member="Evie Miramat"]
[member="Fawn Alzi"]
[member="Gerwald Lechner"]
[member="Gray Venasir"]
[member="Hajrah Marjanah"]
[member="Havoc (CT-375)"]
[member="Holt"]
[member="Ingrid L'lerim"]
[member="Isarn Apis"]
[member="Ithiel Vi'Dreya"]
[member="Jayce Pryde"]
[member="Jennifer Blanchard"]
[member="Jorco Czeku"]
[member="Jorge"]
[member="Josh Dragonsflame"]
[member="Jyoti Nooran"]
@Kalee Bladesworn
[member="Kaptan Americus"]
[member="Karlie Lynn Destat"]
[member="Kasca Fen"]
[member="Kathryn Foster"]
[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
[member="Kayla Wylen"]
[member="Keva"]
[member="Kiff Brayde"]
[member="Kingsley"]
[member="Kip Ridel"]
[member="Krest"]
[member="Krystal Estain"]
[member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]
[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
[member="Kwelin Orlov"]
[member="Kyber"]
[member="Kyrinov"]
[member="Lefwen Claskier"]
[member="Lemongrass"]
[member="Lirka Ka"]
[member="Luna Terrik"]
[member="Luna Vega"]
[member="Lyla Quinn"]
[member="Mallory Bash"]
[member="Maple Harte"]
[member="Marek Starchaser"]
[member="Maur"]
[member="Mauer"]
[member="Minerva Vessia"]
[member="Muad Dib"]
[member="Nine Lives"]
[member="Orion Trex"]
[member="Osintrium"]
[member="Petra Cavataio"]
[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]
[member="Qaarssk Roark"]
[member="Razelle Breuner"]
[member="Riley Reese"]
[member="Roy Americus"]
[member="Rylan Kordel"]
[member="Samantha Jade"]
[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
[member="Shalita Vi'dreya"]
[member="Sola Marr"]
[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]
[member="Srina Talon"]
[member="Talon Rahl"]
[member="Taramaz Laurs"]
[member="Tex Americus"]
[member="Teyla Ee'everwest"]
[member="Thalira Kiing"]
[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
[member="Traveler"]
[member="Treiades Rhoujen"]
[member="Valencia Hadley"]
[member="Vanric Dannon"]
[member="Varick Lechner"]
[member="Veronika Fleischer"]
[member="VildarnTentoria"]
[member="Voph"]
[member="Vyra Silara"]
[member="Zhai'ellev"]
[member="Zorok Rane"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

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Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Location: Unknown cavern underground
Tags: Feel free to join!

Scherezade loathed being underground. While the Darkness had ceased to constantly attempt to claim her and now only made an occasional appearance instead, she till did not feel comfortable being in the pitch darkness, being so low below a planet's crust that it felt so foreboding to even breathe down there.

They had gone down there as a group. Many faces she recognized from her time with the Knights Obsidian, many who still thought she was part of them though she had been assigned to another division and it was kept off any records they could access. They had gone lower and lower, feeling as though it was the belly of the earth that they were headed to. And then everything had shook, ways had collapsed, and a few rolling stones had smacked against her head, causing her to lose consciousness for what felt like a brief moment but could have lasted more.

Unbeknownst to her, some of the underground caverns were beginning to fill with lava, but she presently was somewhere safe. For the moment.

Getting up from the ground, Scherezade rubbed the bump on the side of her head and looked around, glowing green eyes giving her nothing that she could see. Her hands reached for her commdevice, but without a signal, there was nothing she could get out or receive in.

"Hello?" she whispered into the darkness of below the ground. Who else was with her? Who else could she find? With the caverns closing, it wouldn't be out of the question to assume that the entire Confederate group had split against their will. She had to find others, and then find their way above.

"Confederates?" she asked again, "anyone here?"

 

[Vanric Dannon]

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[SIZE=18pt]Vanric slowly opened his eyes, though he felt they may have stayed closed with just how dark everything was. As his senses came back to him, little by little, he registered a small pain on his forehead and dull aches across his body. He reached up and felt around. He felt a little blood, but only that. He must have taken a lucky hit, not to die on the spot in this cave-in…wait, that’s right. There was a cave-in. His hands groped around the folds of his trench coat, searching for the right pocket. Eventually, he slipped a glowstick out, cracked it in his hand and shook it to receive its maximum glow.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=18pt]Yellow light spilled out softly onto his immediate surroundings and he could see just how karked his situation was. There was no going back through the cascaded wall of boulders, rocks and stones. Staying to try and lift his way out would be an exercise in futility and quickly drain him. Suddenly, the radio on his belt crackled to life, yet only crackles and extremely muffled voices came through. He picked it up, held down the button and said,[/SIZE]


[SIZE=18pt]“Hello? Can anyone hear me?” He would keep speaking things and try to get as close as he could to the cave-in wall, in hopes of finding just the right signal spot. It never came, though. The static and inaudible chatter came through sporadically until Vanric resigned himself to the only option left: moving forward, going down. His only hope lay in the possibility of an alternate exit that hadn’t been destroyed yet. He took his first steps down this long path and the white noise immediately died as the weak signal was lost.[/SIZE]

 

[A'Runda]

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Location: Outside a Village
Equipment: Light Saber, Gaffi Stick
Tags: N/A

In the midst of the chaos A'Runda would pass though one of the various mining communities on the planet. He had come here to aid with the mystery of the disappearances for the Confederacy. Where it seemed that most of the personnel made there way into the cave systems below, A'Runda was tasked with helping establish communications above ground.

However, it seemed as though mother nature had other plans for them. Already confederate personnel was stretched thin. But now put encroaching lava and you have yourself a real issue. The village he was stationed at was in route for a slow wave of nature's destructive power, and as a Force Sensitive with who'd been practicing the ability of psychokinesis he would feel responsible if he'd just let the lava consume these people's homes. He knew what that was like, and wouldn't wish it upon anyone. Despite this town receiving his aid he advised that everyone get what they can and leave in case he wasn't powerful enough to stop fate.

Standing outside the town's perimeter A'Runda watched as the slow wave of liquid rock flowed his way, and would prepare himself to do something he has never done before.

 

[Alwine Daye]

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Wearing: Obsidian type Strike Armor | "Executor" Boots Exclusive
Wielding: Obsidian Knight Sword | WindWhisper
Location: Outside the same village as A'runda
Tags: [member="A'runda"] | [member="Argis Volmir"]

Alwine's mood had begun terrifically that day. Once more, the Confederacy had chosen to do something that the petite Executor was more than happy to stand behind – helping those who needed it. It was strange to her. For so long she had harbored anger towards the very faction that had come and liberated her planet from evil spirits yet left it to its own devices in which people such as herself were tortured and executed in the most barbaric and horrible of ways.

And what had changed? The only Lechner female was unsure. This was hardly the first time the Confederacy, alongside herself, had come to help those who needed it. Perhaps it was the ball for the Rings of Kuat restoration, perhaps it was something that had happened earlier, but to her wolf senses, there was change in the air.

Or well, there was supposed to be.

Any hopes of positive change ended when those damned volcanos erupted. Alwine had, at first, panicked. She had never seen lava before, just barely knew what exactly volcanoes did outside of the scope of myth and legend. She had required time to calm her mind down, to explain to her inner wolf that this was not fire. It had been a battle against herself, during which she was of no use to anybody.

And then she had run, as though her life depended on it. Because it did. And yet the fire, no, not fire, lava – it was not faster, but it needed no breaks, no rest. In more ways than one, it was like facing a droid, only its algorithms could not be controlled.

It was not until she reached the village in which [member="A'runda"] was. She recognized his… Face? Mask? Whatever the term was, from the Knights Obsidian.

"Why do you stand here," she almost growled at him, "you will melt. We must join the locals and run!"

 

[Argis Volmir]

Location: Outside village
Tags: [member="Alwine Lechner"], @A'Runda

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Standing on a hill Argis looked out across the landscape breathless as he watched lava pour out from the volcanos in the distance, the molten liquid it spewed forth creeping its way towards the nearby village. Tears stung Argis’ eyes as the black smoke from the eruption bit at them leaving a stinging sensation behind. He’d come to the world to offer his aid to those that had lost much over the past months, having worked on farms and provided food for those families. Now, all that work was about to be destroyed in a matter of hours if not minutes.

Before Argis his vision shifted, he saw beyond the lava pouring into the village, he saw it consuming it and all its inhabitants as a whole. He saw people trying to halt its flow consumed by the ever-progressing magma. Death and destruction filled his vision, collapsing to a knee, a large hand rising to caress his head, Argis pulled himself back to the present.

Cold sweat retreated down the Dashade’s head as he broke free of the shatterpoint he’d just witnessed, a possible future but much like the force, time was always at work and that future could be avoided. Rising to his feet once more the behemoth of a man charged across the landscape, each bounding step ate away at the earth beneath his feet. Wind whistled in his ears as the thick muscles within his body pushed his bulk onwards.

Before him stood two other individuals, both far smaller than himself and their voices were raised. For a second it would seem as though the large Dashade intended to simply bowl over the two leaving their broken bodies in the dirt. Kicking off the ground, Argis’ form flew over the two landing behind them. Argis landed with enough force that the ground buckled beneath his feet, giving way for his mass and leaving a small crater where he'd landed. Looking over his shoulder to the two the Dashade spoke. While his lips seemed to barely move the voice was loud, clear and deep enough that the air seemed to vibrate. “Come we must evacuate the village, the lives of them come first. Aid me or flee that is your choice, but I know my duty.” Without waiting for an answer Argis moved off in the direction of the village. The Dashade had recognized them as individuals sent by the CIS, and while Argis did not fully agree with how the CIS operated he couldn’t save an entire village by his lonesome.

 

[Ciri Jade]

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Location: Unknown Caverns​

Weapon: A-180 Blaster Pistol​

Equipment: Corvus-type Chronometer​

Tools: 5 Glowsticks, 2 Data Spikes​

Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"]​

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The caves seemed to her like a labyrinth. A path leading further below the surface to an uncertain destination. Wherever the miners could've disappeared to could be anyone's guess. Having lost track of how long they had been walking, Ciri couldn't begin to guess at how far down they were now. Being surrounded by rock and darkness was off putting, something she had not been exposed to much before. Then came the shaking, bringing chunks of the caverns down around them followed by silence.

All around her was darkness as dust filled air slipped into her lungs with each breath. In an attempt to lift herself off the ground after falling over, she finds her right leg pinned by a large rock resting on her calf. Unable to see, a shaking hand pulls a glowstick from a pouch of her belt, snapping it once it had been prepped. Rolling the light source to her side, with both hands she grips the rock, slowly rolling it off to the side. Dragging herself back, fingers collect the stick as she uses the rocky wall to get upright.

"Karking ca-"

Ciri pauses, believing she had heard something that sounded like a voice. Had others survived the cave-ins? She hoped so at least. To be trapped down here alone would be a horrible fate if she never made it back out. "Hello? Over here!" Ciri spoke up, fingers of her free hand caressing the grip of her blaster just in case what she heard wasn't friendly.

 

[Safira Haran]

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Location: Unknown Cave ​

[member=Isley Verd] | [member=Nya] | [member=Achilles]​

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They had been down here for too damn long. Safira's HUD had been blasting thousands of shades of green directly into her eyes for what felt like hours. Though they had been travelling for some time with no way of knowing exactly what they were looking for, nobody in the small group of crusaders had made a complaint. Yet. 'What do you think it actually is...' Safira paused in her speech to turn and look at her three companions. 'Whatever it is that's killing those folk, I mean.' The mission thus far had been one of the most vague Safira had ever been on. When the natives on Bassadro had called for help the Confederacy had questioned, naturally. But they could provide no answers beyond the facts. With mangled bones and extra limbs being the only thing they had to go off, there was little hope in the young woman that they would be fruitful in their efforts.

In spite of all that, there was no denying that down here. In a darkness so black it felt like even a light wouldn't shift the shadow, there was something. Something mysterious and inexplicable. Something that made the urge to check behind you almost impossible to ignore. Despite the sweltering heat of the cave system, Safira's hair had been standing on end the moment they had left the light of the Bassadro sun behind. Every step the group took seemed to come with an overwhelming sense that they were not alone. Her lips had barely parted to comment on the strange atmosphere when something caught her attention. The sound was low, so low she could barely make it out, but it was there. The muscles in her legs began to wobble and for a moment, Safira thought she was going to pass out from the heat, but that would have been preferable to what was about to happen next.

A violent tremor ripped through the cave system, forcing jagged cracks to form on the solid floor. Safira braced herself, locking her muscles in place as the earth trembled underfoot. Feedback ripped through her hearing device mercilessly. It caused a pitch so sharp Safi felt forced to clap her hands against her buy'ce, for what little good it would do. Shards of stone and debris crumbled down on top of them from the sloping ceiling, followed by boulders the size of speeders that crunched and cracked as they smashed againts the ground. Safira squeaked as her body dashed forward, dodging an avalanche of rock by inches. When the earth finally stilled Safira spoke up. 'Damn Achilles, next time you're not allowed the Tiingilar.' Though her tone was obviously shaken she still found it funny enough afford herself a chuckle at the end of her quip. 'Everyone okay?' Once she had checked to make sure none of her companions where dead, the beskar clad woman turned to face the impassible mountain of rock that blocked their exit from the caves.

They'd already been walking for hours and the tunnels had yet to show any sign of ending. The cave systems thus far had been a twisting, turning maze of tunnels that even the smartest couldn't have hopped to map. Now, their only way out had been closed off. They couldn't turn back or retrace their steps and there was little to no chance of blasting their way through either. Explosions had a potential to set off more tremors and more cave-ins. It appeared their only hope was to delve deeper into the deafening darkness below. Their only way up was down.

 

[Mellifluous Magenta]

Celessa
Post 1
Equipment: CS-21 Combat Stealth Suit (Appearance), Flayer Tactical Combat Knife, Corvus-type Chronometer, ACS-208 Wrist Charric, ODM System, Murdock Stealth Blaster Rifle, VT-Bolt Blaster
[member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Ciri Jade"] [member="Vanric Dannon"]

Her eyes were of little use within the dark and cavernous depths beneath the Agao Ranges. She relied solely on the ultraviolet and low-light vision settings in her HUD for vision. For the most part, it seemed that everything else had gone dark. Most of her sensors were an empty canvas, as if they had spontaneously broke down or something else entirely was jamming her signals. Regardless, Celessa pressed on with slow and cautious steps. She used the data from her environmental sensors to ensure that she didn’t accidentally step in molten lava or something similarly calamitous.

After what seemed to be an eternity of trudging alone underground, Celessa heard voices. Her sensors picked them up as well, and suddenly began to feed data into her HUD as if an invisible flood gate had been opened. She pulled her blaster rifle from the magnetic holster on her back, and stalked towards the direction of the calls. However, Celessa didn’t call back and with each step she took, she sought to make as little noise as possible. She was very wary of traps and lures, and if someone or something was attempting to create a mapping of Confederate positions for nefarious purposes, she had no desire to make their mission any easier.

Her sensors picked up two lifeform signatures closeby. Celessa came to a halt. The last call she heard attracted her attention to a different passageway. The origin point of the calls was only a few meters from her position. With a deep breath, Celessa sighted her blaster rifle and moved down the tunnel to her left. After only a few steps down the tunnel, she made visual contact with one of the callers from behind.

“Freeze and identify yourself.” Celessa spoke calmly, yet assertively as she took aim at the middle of her target’s back. The individual’s ([member="Ciri Jade"]) IFF tags identified them as a friendly. However, her sensors had been acting erratically all day, and she didn’t want to take any chances.

 

[A'Runda]

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Location: Outside of Village
Tags: [member="Argis Volmir"] | [member="Alwine Lechner"]

With his sights still fixed and determined on the encroaching lava A'Runda still saw the two newcomers move on by, and speak to him. "No!" He replied harshly to the two of them. "I'm gonna do my best to stand my ground and halt the lava from reaching the village. You can focus on the citizens, if I fail then maybe I can give you more time to handle them get evacuated." He said to them, like the larger man, he knew his duty. Whether or not it was foolish for him to work at it was yet to be seen.

After speaking he jogged forwards to meet the liquid landmass nearing them, the heat of it breaking though his garbs. But A'Runda had faced off against harsher summers on his own. Stopping suddenly he took a strong stance before the lava and raised both his hands at it. Utilizing his knowledge of pyrokinesis he would do his best to transfer the heat our of the molten stone and help solidify it.

At first it seemed like he wasn't doing anything, which almost filled him with doubt in himself. As steam from the vegetation and soil below hissed and rise up past the lava he saw it begin to swirl some. Then before the red hot stone reached him it stopped, and seemed to lessen in brightness and become hard once more. In front of him the sliding, hot landmass slowed as strong and vibrant waves of heat rose out from it. A'Runda was doing it, he was transferring the heat and dispersing it into the air above in what seemed like an invisible blaze.

In fact it was becoming so hot it was beginning to char his clothes and seriously sting his raised hands. But his own resilience kept them up as the air began to cook him and was on the verge of setting his clothes ablaze. All he could do was grit his teeth as he feared that what he was doing wasn't enough as there was certainly more lava on the way and it could just go around. He needed to think up a way to counter that and quick.

 

[Adelle Bastiel]

Location: Above Ground, village
Equipment: Field medic pouch, lightsaber (concealed within belt pouch)
Tag: [member="Alwine Lechner"] | @A'Runda | [member="Argis Volmir"]



This whole thing had started grim enough. Adelle delicately sliced through the skin of yet another body, mangled nearly beyond recognition. Thousands of natives, miners specifically, had disappeared underground without a trace. That had been tragic already but then the bodies reappeared on the surface, mutilated, missing limbs, or in some cases, with extra limbs. The Confederacy had dispatched squads into the mines of the mountain range nearby while others had been detailed to provide labour for the farms and villages missing their normal workforce. Meanwhile, the medics, scientists, and doctors were in various morgues, coordinating via comm-link and datapad their knowledge. So far, no known cause. She set the scalpel on a surgical tray and picked up a pair forceps to examine the underlying tissue.

The earth beneath her feet bucked and rolled as thunder roared in the sky. The medical droid assisting her toppled as it lost its footing and Adelle grabbed onto the body and table as the corpse nearly rolled off. The cables holding up the tent making up the autopsy portion of the morgue twanged and snapped, covering her and everything inside. She didn't know how long she held that position until the earthquake stopped.

Then the burning began. She could feel it through the tent's material, steaming hot even with a barrier but not quite hot enough to burn on contact. Adelle released her hold on the surgical table as the droid struggled to right itself and pushed her way to where the opening had been.

The mountains blazed with fire. Massive columns of ash rose into the sky, blotting out the sun. It fell like hateful snow on the ground below it. Several buildings in the village hadn't survived the earthquake, some reduced entirely to rubble. Adelle raised the collar of her shirt over her nose and mouth before returning to the inside of the tent. She roughly got the droid back to its feet and ushered it outside, commanding it to leave the village as fast as it can. Tearing off a piece of her shirt and tying it around her face, Adelle headed back into the village. The comm station was nearby: she could radio for help.

The equipment lay in pieces, crushed by rubble from surrounding buildings and coated in ash an inch thick. Adelle blinked as her eyes watered up, acrid smoke and ash everywhere. Villagers panicked, running, screaming. Chunks of earth and debris started falling from the explosive eruption. Adelle started pushing and shouting villagers towards the far edge. She tore clothes from their hanging line and passed them to people without breath masks or their own facial coverings as she made her way to the side of the village closest to the mountain.

Another rumble began, high up the mountain. A churning river of brown now rushed down the side of the mountain, tearing up trees and boulders.

"Oh kriff," she breathed.

Three people stood on the outskirts, one heading back her way. She tossed him a cloth for his face then ran to the other two.

"Cover your face—es," she said, holding out her last two rags, just as the Tusken ran towards the lava. Adelle watched him take a stance and splay his hands: the Force. She felt him pulling the heat from the lava into himself then out his hands. But there was more and that was going to be a quick way to kill himself. Not to mention the mudslides and multiple lava flows coming towards them.

Adelle pushed a rag at the woman. "Ash will suffocate you. And try to keep him from killing himself!"

She caught up to the giant Dashade. "I'll take east side if you'll take west. The earthquake brought down a few buildings so people might be trapped inside. Meet up at the north?"

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Equipment: Armor Lightsaber

The Confederacy sent its agents to defend civilians on worlds within its borders, yes, but also to secure new worlds it intended to bring under its protectorate. That was why the Knights Obsidian had deployed to Bassadro, albeit in a smaller force. To fully understand the situation, and ultimately, to help undo damage that had been done would require an investigation. Alkor was a highly trained individual even at the lowest ranks of his station, and so, he was sent to help with extracting survivors in the underground and tasked with deducing what had caused the situation to begin with.

As a virtuoso of Sense based Force Powers, when something was wrong, Alkor was finely in tune with it. The lower they went, the more his hairs stood on end, and the more his mouth dried out. He breathed slowly and retained his calm, but he kept his HUD alarms set to their highest sensitivity and his eyes constantly on the move.

The world tasted like ash, and he could feel flames. It still burned, and not the way a dormant volcano would. It was all consuming and he could feel the heat in every pore. Was it hatred from some outside entity, or had the world turned against itself? He had heard ancient tales of the Force becoming so angry with humanity that it spurred planets to consume them with natural disasters.

Of course, only a fool believed that sort of thing. Right?

Not important. Important were any survivors, any sign of what might have happened, or any clues as to what might cause it to happen again. He stretched out for any sign of life, his mind still on edge.

 

[Luca Donskoi]

[SIZE=12pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Above ground ([/SIZE]Flying T-77 “Talon” Stealth Interceptor[SIZE=12pt])[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]Attire: [/SIZE]Flight Suit [SIZE=12pt] (W/ Gloves & Helmet)[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]Weapons: [/SIZE]Lightsaber[SIZE=12pt], [/SIZE]KC-95 “Ace of Spades” Blaster Pistol​

[SIZE=12pt]Tags: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Anyone is welcome to[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]Tragedy had seemingly stricken this planet as death tolls continued to climb in the wake of such disaster. Where once the occasional disappearance of a lone miner had been all that troubled the people here in a time after war after war had threatened to tear the planet apart, the vanishings were becoming ever more present and the numbers of people lost growing to staggering numbers. Their desperate plea for aid had caught the Confederacy’s ear, but that hadn’t been what had called the pilot here. No, certainly not. What had called Alden here was the unimaginable eruption of the Agao Ranges which now threatened to consume his own people beneath the planet’s surface as Bassabro bathed the villages in a torrent of fire and molten rock.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The planet cried out in anguish and it’s people too. Thousands, if not more, seemed to cling to the last glimmer of hope that those trapped underground would find their way home. That even as the planet, itself, bled, that those that were loved and cherished by others would find a way to remain unharmed. That even as they were buried among mountains of soot and ash and blanketed in a thick black smoke, they would remain strong to the end. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]But Alden hadn’t been called here to dig a path to those buried beneath the molten surface here. He hadn’t been given orders to consul the grieving children nor the plethora of newfound widows. No. Neither of those objectives had been handed out to him. Instead, he was here for a different purpose.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Alden had but one mission. A mission which he flew in absence of Saber Squadron. He was to fly overhead here and see what he could find. See if there was anything around to fuel the teetering glimmer of hope that hung heavy in people’s hearts here. Just the smallest sliver of something that might suggest the whereabouts of those trapped below. Something. Anything. Just the chance that they lived and could be saved. And as he flew over the planet, he searched the fracture valleys and smoldering rock and reached out through the Force to try and feel for the presence of his Master, [member="Adron Malvern"]. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Mark of Malthas[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] emblazoned upon the underside of his forearm burned, yet he could feel nothing. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Even the advanced sensor suite of his ship reached forth, trying to pinpoint anything that might indicate life beneath the surface, yet was not able to capture anything. It was like the very crust of Bassadro presented and wall of dead space which negated both the Force and his ship’s sensors.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Still, though, Alden pressed on, clinging to that hope he’d be able to find someone. Or something.[/SIZE]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

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Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Location: Unknown cavern underground
Tags: [member="Vanric Dannon"] [member="Celessa"] [member="Ciri Jade"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] +Feel free to join!

There had been no immediate response. As the pain in her head finally began to subside, Scherezade looked around, mumbling unhappily about how dark it was down there. Perhaps it was the hit she'd taken, or the general confusion of suddenly being stranded underground, but it took her longer than she wanted to admit that she had a way to actually see in the dark. "Give me a sound and give me the night, let me see it all tonight," came the words out. The first spell she had ever written, back during her tenure with the Mandragora. The soft ding was heard inside her mind, and the darkness was no longer as dark, everything turning into shades of pinks and purple. It was an odd way to see things, but it was so much more preferable to the alternative.

And another thing that was immediately clear to her now that she could see, was that she was alone. Complete and utterly lone beneath the ground. Scherezade swallowed hard, looking for potential exits from the cavern she was in. The way back was blocked thanks to a cave in, but the way forward… Even with the spell in effect, she couldn't see too far into it.

Sighing, Scherezade checked her body to ensure there were no injuries she'd thus been unware of, and began to walk down the tunnel. She wished that she had more information about these things; a lot of spots looked to her untrained eyes like they were cave ins, but they might not have been. The difference between a cave in that was fresh and one that might have happened years ago as the place was developed and dug into were not something that she had the faintest clue about. There was dust everywhere, it was just as dark everywhere, and the air remained heavy and stiff.

Thankfully, it wasn't overly long before she finally caught it – a scent of someone else who was warm blooded, and very much alive. Within moments, she came across him [[member="Vanric Dannon"]].

"Oh my Force someone's alive," she said with a little smile, "do you know anything about what happened?"

Before he could answer though, she heard it. Someone calling for help. Motioning for the man to follow her, Scherezade turned to where the noise was coming from. Along the way they caught [member="Alkor Centaris"], whom she recognized, and motioned for him to come move along her and the man with her. "Words later," she said quickly, remembering only now that when they'd met she was still pretending to be her sister, Madalena.

The person was further away than she'd initially thought, but there she was - [member="Ciri Jade"] – with her leg stuck under a boulder. This one though, she recognized, though as by some of the base assumptions of the Ministry of Secrets, she did not let it on.

And of course, only now did she notice there was another - [member="Celessa"]. Scherezade stared at her weapon, stared at the Raven, stared at the weapon again. "Is this really necessary?" she sighed. "How about we get her leg from under that boulder first and then wave our weapons around? She won't be able to do much anyway with a... Anywhere between injured to completely squashed leg."

 

[Alwine Daye]

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Wearing: Obsidian type Strike Armor | "Executor" Boots Exclusive
Wielding: Obsidian Knight Sword | WindWhisper
Location: Outside the same village as A'runda
Tags: @A'Runda | [member="Argis Volmir"] | [member="Adelle Bastiel"] | [member="Alden Akaran"] | + Feel free to join!

Looking over the large… Whatever he was, [@Agris Volmir], Alwine kept her chip up. She was small even for a human, standing at the height of a sharp five feet that she had to stand up very straight to achieve. Everyone around was taller, all the time. That man? A bit taller than others. She would not be intimidated by his size unless he attempted to give her a reason to be, and it was more likely that in such a scenario she would simply find the way to intimidate back. Beware short women, was how the saying went, and in the Lupine's case, it was true.

Still, she expected the other Knight Obsidian to join him, and her, and cease this folly. He did not.

"Stand the ground and halt…" Alwine repeated the words, the shock all too easy to see on her features, "are you mad?!"

But he ran before she could stop him. Shaking her head, Alwine turned her head to join the big one. They had people to evacuate, and then they would have to start running again. She could see that ships flew in the skies surrounding them, yet with the unstable flow of the lava and the time needed for landing and take off, she doubted there was a single safe place for any of those ships to land to help evacuate the populace.

She was not paying attention to the man in the bandages. Instead, she looked at the woman [[member="Adelle Bastiel"]] who was giving orders, wondering what experience she had that she spoke so calmly. But the rag was stuffed into her hands and she had received her own orders as well.

The wolf inside Alwine growled. To go to where the bandaged man was went against everything her instincts told her. She, along with the others, was supposed to run.

Against her better judgement, Alwine took the damned rag and covered her face with it, going back to [member="A'runda"].

It was madness. None of it was supposed to work. Yet her eyes beheld what her mind told her could not be. She was unaware of the exact machinations of his actions, but Alwine could not argue with success. The rippling heat of the lava left it as and now the ripples were going up into the air. The lava was turning into colder, smoother stone and…

Alwine cursed.

Grabbing her comlink, she hit the open frequency. There were pilots in the air above them, pilots like [member="Alden Akaran"] and surely others. "Pilots!" Alwine almost screamed, "log on to my location and stay away. There are intense heat ripples going into the sky that may mess with your sensors and cause you to crash. I repeat, stay away!"

Was that the right way to phrase it? Would they understand what she meant? Alwine didn't know much about ships, but she knew that drastic weather changes could do al the wrong things in the air to make a ship that was flying planet-side to lose control. They did not need to add more casualties to their lists of the day.

Turning to the bandaged man, she nodded. "What will it take to do that to the entire area?"

 

[Isran Varad]

Location: Underground, Bassadro​

Tag: [member="Achilles"] | [member="Safira Varad"] | [member="Nya"]​

He had a bad feeling about this.

As one who plied the mercenary trade for a living, Isley was no stranger to jobs with an overwhelming level of vague. If he had a credit for every bounty or role he took that had left out pivotal details, he wouldn't ever have to work again. Throughout the years, he had been guided to literal warzones, made to fight fugitive Masters of the Force, and much more under the guise of a much simpler operation. And, each and every time, his gut would scream in protest the moment his boots touched down upon the planet. Such was the reality of the current operation. There were terrifyingly strange happenings occurring on Bassadro. Yet the intent provided to Isley and the rest of the Crusaders had more holes in it than a piece of cheese.

Isley wasn't a fan, not one bit. But credits were credits. And he had a movement to feed. Thus, like any other mission, the Mandalorian had his foundation within arm's reach. Two souls who had managed to worm their way into the heart beneath the beskar followed the warrior into the ravenous darkness. It mattered not what madness awaited him, Isley could always move forward knowing that [member="Safira Varad"] and [member="Nya"] were at his side. Before the first raid and the move to Roon, they were effectively all that the Mandalorian had in this world. They were more than enough in numerous ways - yet time and their people saw fit to bless them with allies. Such was it that [member="Achilles"] rounded out their squad for the day's operation.

They descended and trekked into the cavernous depths for what felt like an eternity. The mission was described as locating missing miners - which seemed simple enough. But Isley's first inclination that something was amiss was when his comm functionality ceased to exist. The Mandalorian was nothing if not meticulous about his beskar'gam. He crammed as many countermeasures and boons to his electronic systems as possible - and thus it was surprising to witness the complete failure of his efforts in the blink of an eye. Yet, his HUD sensors did not detect any jamming signals. Nor a lack of signals period. It was as if his helm in particular had been cut off from the network, but it soon became apparent this was true for everyone.

If not for Honor being apart of his diet, the Mandalorian would have had the squad turn back right then and there. However, they were duty bound to fulfill the mission they had accepted - and so deeper they pushed. Then, the tremors came. The ground beneath their boots gave way to thunderous vibrations and rocks began to fall from above. Instinct pumped through Isley's veins as he dove forward, narrowly avoiding a falling boulder before scrambling back to his feet to run away from the cave in. When it was all said and done, the squad was alive - but very much so trapped. The only way to go now was forward. The chime of Safira's voice punctuated the calamity, to which Isley first gave a heavy nod.

"I'm good. Are you?" his steps bore him closer and he gave the woman a quick once-over for damages. She seemed whole. Good. That was one pang of worry he did not need nagging about in his mind right now. He then looked to the boulders blocking their way out. His first thought was to put the Disruptor upon his back to good use - but that might very well cause additional caving in. That would not be ideal. Unfortunately, they only had one way forward - further into the black which turned his stomach. "Let's get this over with." he breathed.

 

[Kerstan Blackmoore]

Location: Village Outskirts​

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Rescue missions, for Kerstan Blackmoore a rescue mission was another opportunity to make good on his promise to Tacitus. The Sith has promised the Emperor he could use his grandfather’s research to create a soldier for the Eternal Empire the likes of which the galaxy had not seen before. Granted the promise was mostly without an understanding of what was in the notes, and Kerstan had gone through much testing in order to get to the point where he was. His work had stalled however, there was one thing he needed for the testing to continue.

Human subjects.

The manipulation of DNA was something Kerstan had succeeded in. Recreating Ferian’s research and results with Teyla Ee’everwest had been easy on her twin infants. They had passed through his hands before any formal observations could be made, but he had managed to keep a sample of the DNA grafts. Kerstan had been watching them with keen interest, multiplying them to use in his various tests. He had managed the right formula, and now he needed to see what it would do with humans. That was why Kerstan stood ready with a ship to evacuate potential refugees.

A twisted smile played on his face as the man posed as help. The sinister intent of his mind was masked by the desperation of the people as well as the charm he often displayed. Kerstan had read in his father’s old journals that one always needed to know when to purr and when to bite. It was lesson that Xander wrote about often, and one Kerstan took to heart. In this sense he was his father’s son, even if the man was nowhere to be found.

Kerstan happened upon a group fleeing from the towns which had seen others disappearing. While he had no idea the cause, he could guess it was for as ill a reason as for his presence. Ker simply smiled at the people who were approaching.

“Hello friends! The Confederacy has come to aid in anyway it can! Can I be of any help?”

When they all nodded furiously, Kerstan grinned. It was all too easy.

 

[Argis Volmir]

Location: Outside village
Tags: [member="Alwine Lechner"], @A'Runda, [member="Adelle Bastiel"]
Objective: Evac citizens


As he left the other two behind Argis truly did not wait for their answer but over his shoulder, he could hear the voice of the Tusken saying that he’d move forward and attempt to hold the lava back. A task that would be difficult for most force users far surpassing their abilities even more powerful ones. Reaching a hand out Argis caught the rag flung at his face, the woman was smart, intelligent, knew what she was doing. Ash and smoke were the far more lethal killers than the lava itself, those could not be stopped so simply. Slowing his run down to a jog Argas tied the cloth around his face, casting a glance over his shoulder as the earth beneath him bucked, shook and reverberated once more.

Looking towards the mountain Argis could see it, the mudslide devouring all within its path. Snatching trees out of the ground, pulling boulders along with it. That was far more concerning and drove him back into a full on sprint. At first the Dashade feared that no one would come to his aid in rescuing the civilians. Fine, I’ll do it myself. The thought immediately abolished the faint click of boots came from behind. It was relieving and took a massive weight off the Dashade’s shoulders knowing he wasn’t going alone to face a perilous and difficult task.

The woman who had given him the rag before had managed to catch up to the Dashade. Slightly caught off guard Argis looked down to Adelle and listened to her words. “Yes, we meet in the North. If you have a way contact a ship to land do so we can evac the citizens.” Argis had no com unit to speak of and he could only hope that someone with them did and that there were ships on the way.

Breaking off to the west side of village, breathing through the thick piece of fabric, ash raining down and coating his bald head Argis took in the destruction, the chaos and sadly the deaths that had already taken place. The air ripe with the scent of blood, viscera leaking from beneath the rubble of a collapsed building. One that even Argis’ abilities could do nothing for. Tears stung the Dashade’s eyes but he did not let this stop him. He moved forward, his bulk and booming voice carrying over the crowds, pushing them, guiding them to the north. That was till he heard a faint coughing, a weak cough.

Eyes turning to where a wall had collapsed, only a small hole allowed the Dashade to peak in. In the darkness lay a young human girl, a single stream of blood retreating down her scalp, a doll in her hands. “No.” The words came out gentle, one of the Dashade’s hands reaching into the hole and pressing up against the rubble. His huge shoulders flexed, the biceps in his arm bulged veins pressing up against his skin. A roar leaving the Jedi’s lips he pushed more lifting the rubble up with one hand, the Dashade were a strong people and when driven could accomplish much.

Reaching down with his left hand Argis scooped up the child who was perhaps no more than seven, she had been abandoned, thought lost. A thumb brushing a stray lock of hair out her face Argis looked at her limp form, her body a mass of laylines, and fractures seen in her body through the force. Fractures that he could heal. Leaning his head down Argis whispered. His words carried power, the force flowing out of Argis and into the youth, filling the broken points of her body, healing those wounds in a way normal healing through the force never could, returning her to health but not yet waking her.

The ground rumbled bring Argis back from his trance and reminding the Jedi of his goal in which he immediately returned to guiding and aiding others. Not even 30 seconds later the Dashade carried two others, one a woman draped over his shoulder, another a woman held in the crook of one of his arms, and in his left hand he still held the child.

 

[Adelle Bastiel]

Location: Mountainside village
Objective: Evacuation
Tag: [member="Argis Volmir"] | [member="Alwine Lechner"] | @A'Runda



The roar of the oncoming mudslide continued to grow. Most of the villagers in her portion had already ran. What few were left were injured, in shock, or trapped in ruined buildings. She did what she could, nearly depleting the little supplies she had in her field medic kit. Several bodies lay in the road, half-buried in ash and tripping the unaware. Lava surged forward as a secondary explosion sounded farther up the volcano's peak, and the mudslides charged ahead, heedless of obstacles.

Shuttles. They needed shuttles.

Adelle pulled out her comm link. Long-range wouldn't work, since the comm tower fell during the earthquake. But maybe there were pilots in the area, someone on a supply chain run. Someone, anything.

"Mayday, mayday," she shouted. Ash got caught in her throat and she coughed. "Morgue location Foxtrot requesting immediate evac. Repeat, Morgue Foxtrot requests immediate evac!"

Whatever the Tusken was doing, she hoped he and the woman could find a solution to stopping the flows. As she ushered a few more villagers to the north side of the village, she realized all her data had been left in the morgue. While the villagers' lives and safety came first, she'd have to go back for the data.

 

[Haastal Haran]

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Location: The Underground | Wearing: Archangel-Class Armor | tags: [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Safira Varad"]​

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Haastal Verd.

That was Achilles' new name. It didn't fit. He swore to the man who saved his life that he would become a Mandalorian warrior for clan Verd. When the mercenary took the job to work with a band of Mandalorians he had no idea it would mean he would inevitably join their ranks, their family. It was really leaving a bad taste in his mouth. Luckily for him, the Mandalorian way of life wasn't too far from what he himself was used to. You fight, you raid, you get paid for what you do. In some ways it's probably the best thing for him. Work as a merc was just fine, but often you found yourself alone in a galaxy that looked down on you. Achilles didn't give a chit, the galaxy had been looking down on him ever since he was a boy. No, that wasn't what bothered him.

It was the way [member="Isley Verd"] looked at him. It made him sick to his stomach and more uncomfortable than he could imagine.

Brother. He'd called Achilles that after reporting Haastal's fate. He expected the Alore to be pissed at him for getting his brother killed. At the very least he figured the man would want to try his luck at the game of fists. Nothing, Isley had accepted Haastal's fate and in doing so accepted Achilles' place in the clan. It was all so bizarre. They burned Haastal and like a phoenix Achilles had been forced to rise from his ashes. This galaxy is a chit place.

Now he found himself in the underdark of some hell of a world, sifting through rock and dirt when he could be on Nar Shadaa enjoying a vibrantly colored female. He trailed behind the rest of the clan, his HUD dimly lit in a soft shade of crimson. The group ahead paused when the tremor rocked over them. It threatened to split the very ground beneath them apart, though all that occured was a rough crack shaping under their feet. That was reassuring. When [member="Safira Varad"] spoke, Achilles glanced up at the woman, listening to her jab about his own bowels. "You think I ate that spicy chit?" Dream on. Achilles had already found Mandalorian food to be just as eccentric as the people themselves.

When Isley began to press on, Achilles nodded at the mans words. "Yea, let's hurry up and get the hell out of here."