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[Rayne Lo'to]

Earth Bones
Ilum
Tags: Still Open (Preference Writers I'm not writing with rn)

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Ilum was once home to a terrible battle, one between the once powerful Galactic Alliance and a newly growing enemy in the New Imperial Order. This battle never lead to a wider-scale conflict, as the NIO was soon to collapse, though their remnants would return as a threat later. Ilum, then, was a gold mine of salvage, remnants of that day still littering the surface encased in snow. If one could find their way there, a bounty of treasures awaited them.

If you were unlucky, however, it was not a hospitable place to be stranded.

Rayne had taken to using an old LAAT Carrier to transport her walker from her station of junk in orbit down to whatever planet she was salvaging on. It worked most of the time, at least until it didn't. The old gunship sputtered it's way down to the surface of the planet. When she landed it the engine all but blew up, causing a fire. Of course, she scrambled to put it out, but by then it was too late. The young woman was left with a walker that could not fly and a smoldering pile of slag. There was nothing more she could do, so she did what made the most sense. Rayne hunkered down in her walker, activated her distress beacon, and bundled up to wait all of this out. She was probably going to get in trouble. Rayne was unsure if civilians were allowed in this place. It took some effort to even get the coordinates to Ilum.

And then she heard a humming in her ear. She didn't know what it was, but it was soothing. Rayne did something she never expected she would do. Her blanket was cast aside, and she willingly went out into the cold. She hated the cold. Her body moved on it's own, drawn towards the hum. Before long, she saw it. It was a radiant green gemstone, lodged there in the snow. Her hand reached down to touch it, and...


Walls of duracrete formed around her, a dark alleyway. A yellow Twi'lek woman dressed in immaculate furs and a fine dress handed over a swaddled infant to a man in silhouette. Then she swirled through a labyrinthine of pipes and factory machines, almost falling as they turned in ways that defied logic. The hiss of steam and crack of an electro-whip filled her ears with a cacophony of anxiety and rage. Then she was amidst blaster fire. When the conflict fell away Rayne was left in darkness, a pair of blazing orange eyes staring back at her. She could barely make out the man's outline before she was assaulted with flashing images. The brutal death of dozens of Twi'lek garbed in black, people who looked like her. Crimson blades clattered to the ground as they all found themselves ran through with vibrant blue blades. These assailants all had the same features: Blonde hair, grey eyes. As her gaze was overwhelmed with the sight of limbs splattering against the floor, time froze as she felt the cold metal of a lightsaber in her hand. Crimson blade, her body draped in black robes. A blue saber was pierced through her chest, blood trickling down her mouth. Rayne opened her mouth to scream...


And she was lying in the snow. She had tried to scream, but no sound was made. She was incapable of doing so. The weather had gone from bad to worse, as a blizzard seemed to have rolled in around her. She was half covered in snow, and partially paralyzed from the shock. Rayne felt like she had actually been stabbed.

She didn't have the energy to move.

 

[Nolan Nond]

Snow...he never liked the snow. The roar of the wind shook the small bits of metal around him, he been stranded on Ilum for...longer than he wanted to admit. A new voice was in his head...a different kind, a smart one that knew how to get him off of this hunk of a rock. He felt a voice...one that was calling upon him, there was a danger...the blizzard had picked up. Slowly, he stood upwards as a soft shriek of the wind came from the outside, snow started to pile upwards on the caves entrance. The voice spoke to him, wanting him to go out...he did not know if it was the right decision.

"Then let me handle this."

Said an old voice, he heard from another part of his mind. Long ago, he would have considered himself crazy yet...the voice was familiar. Standing slowly straight up, he would grab a nearby belt and slung it around his waist. It was a prototype...a nano-tech armor system that enveloped the body, something the voice in his head had worked on. What more...it worked with Alfred Muscovite, calling upon the ancestors of his linage to assist him. No longer as a Force Ghost, rather to be imbued into the armor and allowed to function within himself and his metamorphize abilities. The voice he had known, it was saying not to trust it but he decided to go with his gut, flipping open the belts reservoir and depositing the Alfred Muscovite into it.

"I Call Upon the Linage! Possess!

"HOY YEAH MY TIME TO SHINE!"​

The transformation completed as the nano-armor had fitted all the way over, the Alfred Muscovite completed its transformation of the mind of Nolan Nond. Giving a quick twirl and pose, both hands out as the one known as Ferrus knew what he had turned himself into it. It was called fashion, it was a statement, it made him look good and it would score points with any man or woman alive. Giving a small chuckle, he turned to see that the place was...full of snow, a blizzard from who knows how bad but the place was familiar to him for all the wrong reasons. This was Illum, this is where his Grandfather had died, the one area he was told to never come to...and he was called upon it. Hopefully his spirit was not to...annoyed at his timing to come back. Besides, he been dead for several millennia at this point...right?

"So why am I called upon this frozen ball of pain?...no, I don't understand why, I saw a free chance to stretch myself and look better than you!...What you mean someone out in the snow? Fine, I will go but I best get to come out again!"

The persons voice seemed regal, annoying but above all else, beyond an egotystical person of himself. This was Ferrus, the Third Lorekeeper. The Ritualist, the Alchemist...the Primidone, the Showoff, the Womanizer. He was considered in his time just a problem for the Sith, mainly for just being such a drama queen in his time period but his results kept him from being killed off at the time...at least, till his son found him. Walking out into the snow, he would make a small snap with his left hand as the body around him erupted in a special Living Fire technique in the Force, causing a ball of fire to walk along with him.

"I best get something out of this...huh, what is this thing in the snow?"

Leaning down in the snow, there was a soft burst of wind as it uncovered part of the Twi'lek, almost instantly, the one known as Ferrus thought he hit the jackpot. A damsel in distress, a specialty of his and something he always looked forward to! Ferrus even struck a small pose, pointing upright as he was about to say something before feeling mentally kicked in the head by Nolan Nonds other half, causing him to stop mid-way through as he griped a bit, leaning down as the Living Fire warmed up the ground and melted part of the snow, moving his arms as he tried to shake her awake, if that failed, he will actually pick her up and try to carry her to the cave which had some form of heating system that Nolan Nond created.

"Got to be kidding, I have to play a goody to shoes, back in my day this was enough to get a Heros-Ow I get it, I will stop it! Geeze your a crank! Also how is someone this heavy! Oh look a shiny rock!...Arghhh the lady or the rock, lady or the...what am I kidding, always the lady! Flame fetch!"

To anyone else, he seemed to be talking to himself, even moreso for someone so self-absorbed into himself. Giving a slow walk, he huffed on carrying her back to the cave, something a true hero would do...well, if one would consider a true hero constantly near complaining. The green gem on the other hand was not...completely lost, rather it was just being floated by the Living Fire as it was almost super heated as they would treck back over to the cave in full.

Rayne Lo'to

 

[Rayne Lo'to]

Ilum
Tags: Nolan Nond

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Rayne was in a bit of a daze, but she was conscious. It was a little hard to process, given how strange the dream she just had was. The individual was very loud, and talking to themselves a lot and were dressed in a funny suit of armor. Her first instinct was to slap them for picking her up and calling her heavy, but she was still too cold to move. When they got to the cave, Rayne felt some semblance of feeling come back to her. When it did, she was quick to push her way out of the stranger's grasp.

She almost landed gracefully. The man was much shorter than her, so she landed on one knee. Her body chattered from the cold, but at that moment she didn't really care. Without a vocoder on her, Rayne's hands began to crudely make the same signs several times.

STONE

She needed to know where it was, and her eyes were still foggy from the cold and that vision. Her tunnel vision made it blend in with the fire.

 

[Nolan Nond]

With a loud groan, he finally got into the cave only for her to get pushed away. He gave a small stumble before falling backwards, there was a small hint on his movement that Ferrus (or as she knew him now, this armored individual) was not good in close range combat or...well, how to take a fall properly. Giving a bit of a shake as his armor did not make a sound, he made a finger gesture to her with the left hand, thinking her gestures was something about congratulating him.

"Ah no need to thank me! Could have waited, I am the great Ferrus! The amaz-what you mean that is hand signals?"

There was a bit of confusion as he started to lean forward. Nolan Nond on the other part of his mind was deciphering the hand signs as he made similar gestures back. The head would tilt on the armored individual back and forth, as if not making much sense as he began to argue with himself.

"Come on tell me what it means?...Stone? She is saying Stone over and over again, I do not und-oh that green rock thing!"

Giving a sharp whistle, rather expertly Ferrus would probably proclaim if he could, the Living Fire would slowly move on forward like a lap dog going to its master. In a brief moment, the green stone, whatever it was, would drop onto the ground and sizzle onto the stone floor below. It was very warm and hot to the touch as Ferrus began to kneel near it, studying it quietly.

"I saw this with you, it feels...strange. Then again, how I look out here is probably strange...and fashionable! Haha-ow I get it! Tell me, how did you get out here? Please say you have some kind of starship!"

Rayne Lo'to