Dreamseer
Elise Vizsla
Mandalorian Protector.
Student of
Mia Monroe
.Pupil of
Siyarr Ahan-Mitharran
.Third Dreamrune of the Novanian Shamans.
Alor'ad of Vercopa Squad.
Dreamseer.
| Equipment | |
| Armor | Beskar'gam. |
| Melee Weapons | |
| Copad'kal, "Ambition", personal Mandalorian Kal. | |
| Tar'Nau, Bes'manda Beskad. | |
| The Royal Dragon, lightsaber. | |
| Kada'yr, Mandalorian Kal. | |
| Breshig War Forge Consolidated K-02M Kal. | |
| Iviin'cer, beskar spear. | |
| Pistols | |
| KSTR-20 Borealis Heavy Blaster Pistol. | |
| ENCL-21 Ra'ntisr Heavy Blaster Pistol. | |
| Mandalorian Ripper Pistol MK.II. | |
| Seeds | |
| Mother's Root. | |
| Ori'ramikad Tree. | |
| Chakaar Weed. | |
| Creepervine. | |
Squadron Text Colors:
- Elise Vizsla: Red.
- Olivia Vizsla: Crimson.
- Ori'ramikad Rodarch: Lime.
- Choruk Ordo: Light Blue.
- Vhekad Rook: Brown.
- Dinui Krayt: Orange.
- Azalea Rodarch: Pink.
Cyan colored text indicates an illusion.
The red dreamscape was still the same. The same swamp, the same trees. The same pools of blood. As she stood, knee deep in the hot liquid, Elise could feel the spell's words pounding in her brain.
Elise looked down, at the faces in the swamp. They were all so familiar. Faces of the slaves Elise mercy killed, to save from Darth Carnifex. The faces of her lost loved ones. Her father, her auntie, her mother... her dear mother... The face of her sister, still alive, as it seethed in rage from beneath the surface. The Sithspawn Elise had failed to save on Mandalore. The countless helmets of vode, dotting the floor of the swamp like pebbles. Elise looked down, as hands began to reach up from the murky waters.
She truly had been a failure. From the very beginning.
The hands grasped at her, pulling her legs, hips, stomach, arms, shoulders. They were all red, but a strangely blue hand rose from the swamp. Her throat was gripped by the hand, and she was finally yanked down to her knees. As the iron scented liquid splashed around, she gazed down at the faces of the damned. The faces of the damned she had failed to protect. As tears flooded her eyes, she once again contemplated ending this dream the same way it always had. The dreamscape she had conjured and attempted to trap her enemy in was not some mere fabrication... it was the dream she kept reliving. Over and over. But as she slouched, losing the fight, she heard a familiar voice echo around her.
"Hey! That's it? That's all you got?"
Elise's head neared closer to the waters. Her nose faintly touched the liquid, making it ripple.
"You were just starting to get fun there! We were on the verge of crossing a new threshold."
Elise heaved a heavy sigh. The hands did little to yank her, as if paused mid-action, as she lifted her head. She leaned backwards, back arching as she looked drearily to the red, cloudy sky.
"Can't you see I have post traumatic stress and clinical depression, Arr'Huwal?"
Arr'Huwal scoffed in amusement at her self depreciation. He was yet to be seen, but Elise could feel him here.
"But my curiosity! But this fight!"
Elise's eyes narrowed, unamused. She flung her head back towards the swamp. "I'm not in the mood to amuse you, Arr'Huwal..."
To drown in the despair of her failures. It was an alluring fate. To trap herself deeper in her subconscious, and to let the enemy finish her off in reality. It was not like reality had ever needed her anyways...
"Tell me more of what I don't know, SHOW ME WHAT I DON'T SEE!!!! Let me see it.... Dare ye hide it from a seeress? Ea! Dare ye hide it from Arr'Huwal? Ea! Dare ye hide it from the Firmament? Ea! Dare ye hide it - even from your own soul? EA!!!!"
Elise gritted her teeth, as she hovered just above her fate. She slouched again, coming up to shoulder's length. "Then come in here with me. You can see my darkest thoughts before I die."
All she had to do was submerge.
"Your edgy boyfriend and edgier uncle grandpa thing and edgiest Buir wouldn't appreciate it."
Elise bolted straight up, clenching her fists. She was about to scream at a very Ancient One in fury when another voice interrupted.
"Please, Arr'Huwal, let me take it from here."
Elise gaped, pausing in her anger. As red liquid soaked her and dripped into the swamp, another presence surrounded her. He was far calmer than Arr'Huwal. The chaotic energy of the trickster was countered by an all encompassing light, as it brought sunrays to the entire dreamscape. Elise saw a glimpse of the swamp without the darkness and mist. The faces, the buyce's, the hands... all were just floating over a strange, unnatural static. But from the static, little sticks controlled them and held them like puppets. Elise attempted to look up to the sky, but it was so overwhelming. The light nearly blinded her, and she clenched her eyes shut.
"Mind the light, child. even Godseers need to adjust in the beginning."
In one of the neighboring pools, Elise's enemy remained. But unlike last time, when his scattered remains smiled at her, he stood completely in one piece. All powerful, unharmed. Elise's inner fears of being unable to change a thing personified.
But through that image, the second Ancient One could see just what kind of opponent Elise was fighting.
"This one feels familiar..."
A memory flickered in Elise's mind. Through the eyes of a Novanian who felt so familiar, Elise saw the planet Zoist, and the appearance of one known as Darth Malus.
"Ah, I see... Sorry, Maaru.... I might need to bastardize your beloved art for a while."
Then, Elise felt as if her heavy heart was somehow lightened. The air grew cooler and crisper, and she felt the Ancient One speak directly to her..
"Breathe."
Elise shuddered, struggling so much to maintain stable breathing as she shook. But as she looked down, she saw the red being washed down, back into the swamp, by an invisible force.
"Melarran," Elise shuddered, "I'm not strong enough. I can't change anything..."
"Nonsense."
Melarran was to the point, gently correcting the Dreamseer.
"You fear what every soul in the galaxy fears. The past. Why else did your mind come up with this place?"
Elise looked up, exhausted and defeated, to the sky as glimpses of light broke through the clouds.
"Your opponent fears it too. Make him relive his memories, then use them against him! YOU HAVE THAT POWER! THIRD DREAMRUNE!!"
Elise heard the chanting enthusiasm, so similar to Siyarr's, and it felt home. She was reminded, that she had trained and worked so hard. And it felt pointless right now. Even being a Mandalorian was a prickling doubt in her mind once more. But she remembered what she was capable of. If she was going to do what Melarran suggested...
"But you must be careful when dancing on those flames - he must not know his recall is working against him. He must believe it is all of his own doing!"
Elise blinked slowly, "You really think I can pull it off?"
"Jac'Eli'Serum, you're the most capable of your entire generation in your coven, don't you know that? Even as a person, you have no idea what kind of difference you have made to those around you... Believe in yourself."
As she flung against the ground, Elise felt the enemy's darkness retreating briefly, but she caught ahold of it. Directly in front of him, between the two opponents, the crystal and locket remained. Elise sunk into his side of their mental link, activating the parts of his brain involving sentiments, memories, and pain. At least, she did her best. Mother's Root was a great help in her probability of succeeding. Elise was a natural contractor of Psychometry and Drain Knowledge. She had no idea who that feminine voice was, but she heard it. And she felt millions of souls, screaming inside one body. Elise knew a small ounce of what they felt like, having the memories of multiple people shoved inside her. And despite him being her enemy, she felt pity.
But that pity could not get in the way.
She stood up, her primal powers flaring. The Mother's Root would run out soon, but she had done her part as the shaman. The Mandalorian, no matter how flawed, would do the rest.
"Even if you do not succeed, do not hate yourself. He is a powerful foe, and going as far as you already have has proven your potential."
Elise ripped her beskad, Tar'Nau, from its sheath.
"You truly are Siyarr's student! Ah-ha! Go get him, Dreamseer!"
The red tattoos burned on her skin. Her eyes were like molten rock.
"My dear, you have survived. And you are not alone. Mother Melarria is always watching you. Like your mother and teacher watch over you in this plain."
The beskad itself glowed, becoming covered in bright cyan runes. The Dreamseer Blessing was awakened in the bes'manda blade itself, as Elise slipped into position.
"My brother may be a prankster, but when he speaks of you, he tells the truth."
While her subtle mind games hopefully worked their magic, Elise rushed her enemy with intent to stab his center of mass. But she did not need to kill him. All she needed was to graze him, and he would be out like a light
As she made contact, she put all her strength into one blow. The ethereal energy swirled around her and the sword as she screamed the nightmares awake.
""EA!!! MA'TH PRATAN!!!"
hail! For it's ink!
"EA!!! MA'TH AJAYARN!!!!"
hail! For it's Ajayid path!
"EA!!! MA'DEN KATHAN MELARRAN!!!!"
hail! for all under Melarran!
hail! For it's ink!
"EA!!! MA'TH AJAYARN!!!!"
hail! For it's Ajayid path!
"EA!!! MA'DEN KATHAN MELARRAN!!!!"
hail! for all under Melarran!
The energy slipped away, Mother's Root depleting. As Tar'Nau slipped into comatose itself, Elise wobbled and fell, unbalanced. She crashed on her knees, as the headaches and agony set it. The Mother's Root hangovers were wicked, and she knew fully well that her fight had ended...
Olivia gasped, waking up as she attempted to push herself up. Elise! My mission!
She grimaced, struggling as intense, burning pain seared his skin. She looked up, seeing that Ori' was holding her as most of the squad sheltered in the alley. But she heard screams. Looking over, she saw that Azalea was holding her buy'ce, crying beneath her visor as if she saw a ghost. As the girl shook, she heard Ori's chilled voice speak.
<<"You're covered in burns. Azalea gave you some bacta patches, but it'll take a bacta tank to completely heal you. We... were hit with some Sith Illusion or something. The dark mist, the voice in our heads...">>
Dinui's fist slammed into the alley wall, causing several vode to jump. Dinui seethed, <<"We won't abandon her! Not now!">>
Vhekad stared ahead the entire time, <<"Clan Rook stood by Ra... we failed our people... and we were left behind...">>
Choruk looked over at him for a moment, then looked over to Dinui, <<"We're not fit for combat.">>
<<"I am. I'll go in, snatch her, get out. Plain and simple. We may be beaten, but we'll retreat with grace not cowardly fleeing.">>
Ori' leaned Olivia against the wall. She watched as he stood up, <<"Choruk, stay here with our wounded and Vhekad. Dinui and I will handle this.">>
Choruk turned, as if ready to argue. But he paused, and he nodded. <<"Careful, idiots.">>
Dinui chuckled, amused and frightened, as she pulled her pistol out. <<"Yeah, yeah...">>
Ori' and Dinui stood side by side, nodding in grim determination. They knew what to do.
<<"Wait!">>
Everyone looked over to Olivia, struggling to push herself up, <<"I'm coming too-">>
<<"No.">> Ori's voice was assertive, <<"You'll get yourself killed, jare.">>
<<"It's better for me to die than to fail!">>
<<"Olivia...">> A hint of genuine softness was heard in Ori's voice, but he was struggling to answer.
<<"You're not a failure. For being wounded, or for being knocked out.">> Vhekad still stared ahead, strangely calm in his tone despite his absolute terror. <<"But even if you were, you can only learn from your mistakes... not to do the same thing twice.">>
<<"Vhekad.">> Ori' breathed, surprised by the wastelander's softness.
Dinui locked and loaded her last weapon, looking to Ori'. <<"Let's go.">>
Ori' nodded, and they both darted out to save their leader. Meanwhile, Choruk looked at the shell shocked Vhekad and Azalea, and the wounded Olivia. And he sighed.
<<"Maybe, we should have fought him together after all...">>
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