Populate Expedition Kashyyyk | TSC Populate of Xa Fel

[Seris Velmora]

Tag: Varin Mortifer | Kaelyr | Mercy | Nysa Veilwalker

"The hunt's always worth it." Seris answered Varin without taking her eyes off the trail ahead. "What happens to the prey afterward doesn't really matter."

She understood his reasoning well enough. It simply wasn't something she shared. A kill was a moment. The chase. The clash. The rush when instinct overtook thought. Those were the parts she treasured. Whether someone fashioned a knife from the bones or left the carcass to scavengers hardly changed the memory. Though...

A knife made from a worthy kill would be nice. That thought lingered just long enough to make her smile again.

When Varin glanced toward the Mandalorian hammer, Seris nodded. "It'll be useful." She hoped so, anyway. The hammer had won her over the moment she'd ripped it from its former owner aboard the Spirit Breaker, along with his hand, but admiration and proficiency weren't the same thing. This would be its first real hunt in her hands.

For now, she let Varin and Nysa lead. It felt strange. Neither moved like she did. Varin watched. Nysa read the forest. Both seemed to search for signs hidden in broken branches, disturbed earth, and half-felt patterns that escaped ordinary senses. It was practiced. Disciplined.

Seris hunted differently. She never cared much for tracks. If something needed killing, the Force always seemed to tug her in the right direction eventually. She followed instinct before evidence, momentum before patience. It hadn't failed her yet. She simply had to resist sprinting ahead before everyone else. Barely. The scream echoed through the Shadowlands.

Seris' grin widened. "There you are..." The anticipation coursed through her like electricity.

Nysa suggested they ready their weapons. Seris shrugged. "They're always ready." Two lightsabers rested comfortably at her hips. Trained repetition meant they would be in her hands and ignited before most opponents finished drawing a breath.

Her gaze drifted instead to the hammer strapped across her back. ...Actually.

She reached over one shoulder, wrapped a hand around the worn haft, and pulled the heavy weapon free in a smooth motion. The weight settled into her grip with a satisfying pull, denser than any lightsaber and far less refined. She gave it an experimental swing, feeling the momentum carry through her shoulders and hips before arresting it with practiced strength.

A slow, eager smile spread across her face. "I've been wanting to try this." The hammer settled across one shoulder as she gave a single satisfied nod toward the others. "I'm ready." She hoped whatever waited ahead was durable. The weapon deserved a proper first strike.

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[Arris Windrun]

Vess Sadragen | Lily Rhodes
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Arris watched as Vess leapt expertly from the floor to the catwalk above, completely dodging the railing and landing with the grace of a feather's fall. The cyborg felt as the younger technopath eased her way into the system, influencing the old facility, granting it - and those very heavy doors - new life.

Lights flickered. Hydraulics groaned. And then, with a snap (just in time for Vess to call back down), the doors unsealed and slowly parted.

"Show off," she muttered with a grin and kept smoking.

For a second, Arris thought she was having a feedback error again, because Lily had just echoed the same words. Albeit loudly, as she called up to tease her girlfriend.

Those workers didn't quite like Vess' remark, as they grumbled and began to pack their tools.

Arris turned to Lily, offering the half-smoked cigarette. Forgetting how Lily rejected it on Balosar. Or maybe Windrun just believed that times change, and it was never too late to pick up a bad habit.

She grimaced at the mention of squatters. "Yeah - I guess. But this has been my priority so far." She threw a thumb over her shoulder, pointed squarely at the darkened vault.

It was true, however. Port Mercy had its squatters. Trandoshan rejects. Quiet elite from the High Republic, looking to get in on some big game hunting. Plenty of spacers, too, either down on their luck or just trying to lay low to avoid the attention of a different breed of hunter.

"Why, are you looking to play landlady and start handing out eviction notices?" She asked Lily.

Arris glanced back up to the control room, then shouted. "Take any longer, and I'm gonna start thinking you're bad at this, actually!"

 

[Vess Sadragen]

The corners of Vess's mouth lifted almost imperceptibly. Apparently, Lily and Arris had arrived at the same conclusion. She didn't answer. Instead, she stepped through the control room doorway and let her attention settle fully on the console before her. The blast doors were already open. The hard part was over. Now she could do the job properly.

Dust scattered beneath her fingertips as she brushed enough from the console to expose its controls. Closing her eyes, she reached back into the facility's network, following the same pathways she'd already uncovered. With the vault no longer sealed away behind emergency lockdowns, the rest of the infrastructure unfolded with surprising clarity: power distribution, environmental controls, internal lighting, security. One by one, systems that had lain dormant for years stirred back to life. Corridors beyond the vault filled with light as fixtures flickered uncertainly before settling into a steady glow. Ventilation fans groaned into motion, stale air slowly giving way to circulation once again. Throughout the complex, diagnostic displays blinked awake, reporting failures, warnings, and neglected maintenance that had accumulated over decades.

Her attention lingered on the security architecture. Several automated defense emplacements remained active, patiently waiting for intruders that had never come. "Not anymore." The command slipped quietly through the network weapons safe, targeting routines terminated, authentication tables rewritten. By the time she withdrew from the system, every automated defense she could find had been rendered little more than an expensive decoration.

Only then did she step back from the console. Satisfied, Vess turned and walked back out onto the catwalk, resting her forearms casually against the railing as she looked down into the hangar where Lily, Arris, and the workers waited below. The newly awakened facility hummed softly around them, lights stretching away into corridors that had been dark for years. "Sorry, I'll try to be less efficient in the future." The faintest smile touched the corner of her mouth. "And since I'm apparently showing off..." Her gaze drifted briefly toward the illuminated vault before returning to the two women below. "...I figured I might as well finish the job." She let the words settle for a beat. "You can go in. Nothing in there should try to shoot you anymore."

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TAG: Arris Windrun Lily Rhodes

 

[Kaelyr]

Varin Mortifer Seris Velmora Nysa Veilwalker Mercy

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It wasnt that I wasnt paying them any attention, more so that Yggdrakses held it. My body moved instinctively as the outer cosmic god gave me counsel. After melding with the fragment found on Chaandar, His voice was becoming louder and louder now. It was a warm yet commanding presence in the back of my mind. I had joined Varin here to conquer the Mother, a beast of power and reputation. It was as we arrived that Yggdrakses began to converse with me. He was not happy about my decision to come here when I could be making better use of my time searching for his fragmented soul.

Though my mind had been held by Yggdrakses' questioning, my body would nod and agree at the appropriate times when asked questions. It was a skill acquired while training with the cult. "This is nothing more than an idle distraction." He hissed, his tone flippant and unapproving. "There is much to be done, more of my fragments to be acquired and my power returned to me." he added, a growl accompanying his words as they burned through my mind. "I'm well aware of such, but this will be an ample opportunity to hone my skills further, to keep me sharp."

I didnt my best to assure him this was fine, but there was no such thing as patience to a cosmic god after so many centuries of being sealed away. The dark fire entity sighed but wouldn't press me further, releasing my consciousness from the inner world it had built for us to commune. It was at this moment that the group had expanded; some new faces and some familiar seemed to be getting ready for an imminent attack.

"Forgive my cognitive absence, Yggdrakses was scolding me for wasting time on this hunt. I am focused now and ready for what lies ahead." I assured them all, feeling the murderous intent before us. I prayed it was our query, my lightsaber and cosmic flames igniting as I braced for the conflict before us.

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"Common Speech"

 

[Vulcan Zambrano]

✦ ☩ ✦ ☩ ✦

Kashyyk, Shadowlands...
Rancor Hunting

Age brought experience.

In a creature like this, it honed instinct and sharpened its resilience with the calluses of time. Any beast to exist long enough to earn its own name from a people as strong as the Wookies deserved every caution. Bull Rancors were vicious, dominant, territorial beasts superior to their lesser kin. It was clear this one was a cut above, to survive the efforts of the mighty hunters that stalked the Shadowlands. The Prince kept his eyes fixed on the tracks laid out in front of them while the others deliberated, a capable group to be sure. Plans were good anyone who walked into a situation like this without one was doomed to failure. But there was one universal truth be it the hunt or battle. Plans rarely survive first contact with the enemy, prey or adversary alike. They would set the plan in motion, the environment would belong to the Bull Rancors.

They would need to adapt from there. “We will need to keep the creature distracted, and get it in position to collapse the tree on it.” Vulcan briefly looked at the others before returning his gaze to the tracks, slowly moving. ”I can help weaken the beast during the struggle, tire it until we are ready to spring the trap. Perhaps I should be the distraction.” Resilience was forged into his very genes, the Zambrano blood was strong and the legacy of his father, but this would be a true test of his own, and he welcomed it.

“We should get moving.”

✦ Witnessed By the Throne ✦

Veyla Tass | Nyara Dakhan | Drakul

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[Varin Mortifer]

VARIN MORTIFER

Equipment: Durum Mantle | Black Blade of Chandrila | Eye of The Dragon | Heavy Sith Mace | Cross Guard Broadsaber​

Varin heard the scream in the trees, his body standing straight as he stepped into the pathway. His senses reaching further into the forest like a low hanging fog of gray smoke. The scent of burning leaves and smoldering wood in the air, yet nothing burned…not yet at least.

When Kaelyr spoke, Varin looked over to him giving him a slow nod. Not only as acknowledgement but in a way of understanding. Many times Ignati had done the same over the years even going as far to take control of his body.

Kaelyr’s fight was certainly not over with his being. They always craved control. A forever uphill battle they would have to share.

Varin’s gaze flicked over to the darkened trees as movement in the brush cracked branches and limbs. His eye tracking wispy movements deep within the brush and its shadowed walls beyond. His hand gently fell to the hilt of his Black Blade, the metal scraping against the sheath as he slowly pulled it out, a ring from the metal sounded off as soon as it revealed its full length.

A terrible menacing hooked blade designed to take control of conflict, but to also end conflict before it could start. He took a wide stance as he stood in the middle of the trail, waiting, listening.

Movements shifted within the thickets and his eyes pinned towards the sound, a swift movement with his blade, an efficient cutting motion towards the trees. The blade looked as if it had hit nothing but open air. Another swipe, then another. Again the blade hitting…nothing.

Then, one by one, thick branches and chunks of wood fell free in straight gashes, tumbling down to the ground leaving a small forced trail towards the sound.

A silhouette showing just beyond. Massive in size.

Varin’s gaze shifted to a glare, a glare of challenge and one of dominance. He knew how animals fought, he knew how alphas fought and he knew how heads of the pack fought.

He did not look away, but his voice carried.

“Seris…run it down. Exhaust it and tire it out.”

His body shifted to another stance as a roar from the beast echoed towards them.

“Kaelyr, alter its path. Try not to burn the forest down.”

Only then did his gaze turn to the new face.

“Stay with me. Watch and study its patterns.”

Each one being assigned a job, how they handled it was up to them. Varin would not only observe the creature, but he would watch his crew operate. And gage their worth.

Nysa Veilwalker | Seris Velmora | Kaelyr​

 

[Lily Rhodes]

Arris Windrun | Vess Sadragen

Lily eyed the offered cigarette looking for a moment like she might give in before she gave a small shake of her head, her gaze moving back up to where Vess had disappeared into the control room as the workers packed up around them.

She frowned at Arris’s suggestion. “Stars, no. As a former squatter I firmly believe in their rights to claim their own space.” She shrugged, finally tearing her eyes away from the control room in the hope that Vess would reappear.

“That being said, I could probably make them all think leaving is a good idea, provided none of them are particularly strong willed.” It would be a whole let less messy and violent because if the reports were right about the kind of scum that had made this place their home they wouldn’t go without a fight.

A small grin split her face as Arris teased Vess further, only for her to reappear moments later as the facility began to hum with life. “She’s going to be insufferable later.” She muttered at Arris.

She unfolded her arms pushing off the wall she was resting on. “Any ideas what's even in here?” she asked.

 

[Nysa Veilwalker]

"It suits you," Nysa's quiet observation was sincere as Seris Velmora , the warrior woman, gripped that hammer. Nysa recognized they were very much opposite sides of a dark credchit. Curious earthy green eyes swept to Kaelyr . Everyone was a new face to her, considering she'd just joined the Academy not that long ago. Even with her father being a legacy, though Nysa wondered, if he was a legacy long since forgotten.

She contemplated if the one he spoke to was a god or a god's spirit. Or perhaps something else playing them both for a fool. She didn't extend her curiosity to find out. Now was not the time.

The roar settled into the marrow before it reached her ears. It came first as a pressure against the ribs, a vibration carried through root and stone until the forest itself seemed to recoil around it. Leaves trembled. Somewhere overhead, startled birds abandoned the canopy in frantic bursts of wings.

She did not.

Her gaze lingered where the severed boughs had fallen, the clean wounds left in ancient wood more unsettling than the beast hidden beyond them. Such effortless violence carried a language all its own.

Stay with me. Watch and study its patterns.

The words drew her attention from the beast to the man who had spoken them. He issued commands as though they had already become truth—as though every soul present simply occupied the place he had envisioned for them. There was confidence in it. Perhaps necessity.

Only the faintest inclination of her head. She stepped where he had indicated, slow enough that each foot found solid earth without disturbing the undergrowth. Breath held. Eyes watching the massive beast. She remained close. For a moment it looked as if her entire being was about to melt into the shadows. But she remained.

Patterns. Everything living possessed them. Even monsters.

"If it circles," she said at last, her voice scarcely louder than the wind threading through the branches, speaking to Varin Mortifer "it is looking for weakness, not escape." Taking a shallow breath and flicking her fingers forward, 4 shadowy figures rose from the ground. The illusions hovered over the ground, ready to confuse the beast.

 

[Astra Sadow]

Astra reached up with a gloved hand to cradle her own jaw with a slight list to one side. Her smile only grew when the Togruta had something to say behind her and to the right.

"Oh, no," a moment's pause, "the offer was downstairs. This is an ultimatum." Astra turned her head just enough to pull the Togruta into the periphery of her vision. "One whose terms grow increasingly macabre the longer this draws out, I'm afraid."

One finger tapped her cheek. "Let me see. Anakkona? Terentatek?" Astra's burnt haze narrowed slightly. "No, not even enough Force sensitivity to serve as an apéritif. Ah," a smile accompanied with a widening of the eyes, "the Syren plant. Nothing more terrifying than being slowly digested alive. Ferocious beasts would snap," she snapped her fingers, "you up too quickly."

"Gentlemen, this worksite is becoming a port. A prosperous port. The only question is how many of you need to die first before those that live get to enjoy it. And, frankly, the people I represent would prefer the answer to the question of who dies to be 'everyone.' I rather I not lose able bodied workers, however. Your choice."

Zorath​

 

[Zorath]

PORT MERCY

Astra Sadow

Zorath stood just inside the room, weight balanced, the cybernetic fingers of his right hand resting lightly against his side. His montrals caught the spike in Thorne’s pulse the moment Astra turned the offer into a threat.

The man moved faster than he expected.

"Kill her!"

Thorne surged up from the chair, snatching a heavy vibroblade from beneath the armrest. The blade hummed to life.

One of the Wookiee guards roared and stepped forward, the other pointed a blaster at Zorath.

Zorath didn’t move to intervene. Instead he held out his hands - palms forward - and shrugged at the wookie.

Not my fight, he expressed.

His eyes tracked the arc of the blade, the tension in Thorne’s shoulders, the raw fear beneath the rage. This was not the move of a man in control. This was a cornered thing lashing out.

A small, cold calculation settled in his chest. Interesting. How much longer would Thorne last now?

He remained where he stood, the faint smirk never leaving his face, watching to see how Astra handled the blade coming for her. His voice stayed low when he finally spoke.

"Careful, Thorne. Some offers only come once."

 

[Kaelyr]

Varin Mortifer Seris Velmora Nysa Veilwalker Mercy

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Nodding in acknowledgement, I quickly moved to a higher vantage point so that I could see the flow of the confrantation better. From there I could be precise in how I corralled the beast. Taking a deep breath I pooled cosmic flames into my hands, firing off skull sized fireballs at the beast. It would be to alter the paths it took, and if Seris Velmora cordinated well, would lead the beast directly into the path of her hammer. With enough concentration I could control how long the flames burned.

I would remain upon my perch as I ignited walls of flame around the beast, changing its charge to where Seris could land a hit or two on the beast. My main focus was ensuring that the jungle remained intact while we worked. I was curious what kind of plan Varin Mortifer had instore to take this creature down. Was he intending to allow us to tire it out and he make the killing blow? Use us as collateral, expendable pawns in the hunt? I didnt know the man well, but it didnt take years of knowing someone to know that this was not his first hunt.

I would play my role, and see if he was worthy of my respect, something he was slowly building since our little sparring match. As i controlled the beasts path Yggdrakses pointed out that the other woman within their group was a sorceress of some sort as she had conjured shadowy effigies, for what purpose I could say, but it was nice to have a fellow mage here just incase. I was curious to see what she did with them and how useful she was in a situation like this.

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"Common Speech"

 

[Arris Windrun]

Lily Rhodes | Vess Sadragen
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She was mildly surprised to learn the reasons for Lily's objection to kicking squatters to the curb. Even among street rats, you didn't always get the most open-minded perspectives. Especially in the kind of slums where Arris grew up on Talus. A mixed bag of those who knew they had to stick together, and those who would gladly accuse others of doing the same things out of necessity. Because of course, to some people, their circumstances made it okay - but the others? They were just losers, right?

Arris shook her head. "Nah... You think I'm about to go send you on that while Vess and I root around the vault without you?"

Then, Arris looked up, hands on her hips, as Vess called back down with a little too much snark for the cyborg's liking. Still, Arris snorted, admittedly a little impressed with Miss Showoff.

“She’s going to be insufferable later.” She muttered at Arris.

"Later?" Arris muttered back.

As to the question of what the hell they'd even discover: "Let's find out."

The cyborg waved Vess along, too. "Come on - and don't break your legs on the way down," she teased.

Lights snapped to life by the row. Some flickered and a few sparked as they overloaded after years of disuse. Inside, the whole 'vault' was loaded with crates. Large, small, person-sized, rancor-sized. Enough that it would've taken several freighter runs just to fill the space. Judging from the dank smell, it'd all been left in there for a while.

Arris pried open the nearest crate. Small enough that even Lily could probably lift it without the Force. Rotted mush fell out. Exotic fruit... once upon a time. Thankfully, the cyborg was immune to bad smells. Her synthetic receptors and brain implants allowed her to tune it out.

"Oh, look... A snack." She chuckled and kept on walking.

Workers carefully shuffled inside after them, beginning to systematically search the hoard. The true value was revealed again and again, as each crate was methodically opened. Weapons, munitions, starship parts, and...

Arris kicked another crate onto its side. This time it was the unmistakable sound of lots of little metal scattering across the floor. She peered over to find a trove of peggats. The cyborg whistled.

"Payday!"

But all that excitement was dwarfed by something far more interesting. A vault within a vault, at the end of the room, protected by rayshield generators and a whole squadron of killer droids.

"What the hell?"

 

[Astra Sadow]

Why take a brute like Thorne under her wing and expect him to do any better ruling over the Port than he had the Worksite? Deals were for people that could get jobs done. Not has-beens that only enriched themselves. Astra didn't care if local leaders skimmed a little for themselves or had side-jobs for their own enrichment; only that they did what they'd been told and weren't a greater risk than a boon to her enterprise. Thorne wasn't capable of such discretion.

No gesture was needed from Astra for her escort to draw their own weapons and point them at their fellow Wook. They'd been given instruction not to interfere in the confrontation with the leader unless she said otherwise, however.

Burned, golden eyes watched the man rear back with his blade as he surged forth. A smile tugged at her lips.

Her left boot slid back, and her right hand slid along the inside of her jacket before she held it out between them. A slender length of metal popped into existence from coined fingers as Thorne rushed in. Lightsaber were flashy. Vibroblades were bulky. And Astra? She felt like having a little fun. The man was already incensed; why not add to the fury before demonstrating his impotence?

Thorne's strokes would likely be as wild as the look in his eyes, but his opponent's movements were the picture of minimalism. Just enough to meet and counter the flurry. Her feet glided across the floor and among the pillows without a stumble. The slender length of metal in her hands could withstand the brief contacts with the vibroblade; and more importantly would seek to deliver equally quick, stinging rebukes to the man's exposed limbs and torso. "A duel," Astra finally remarked with good humor. Lips sought not to twist into a cruel smirk at just how ineffectual his swings were.

She'd draw it out for at least a minute or two to see if he'd simply collapse, crushed. If he persisted then Astra would look for that opportune moment when she could slip through his guard and deliver a series of blows meant to cripple joints, disarm her opponent, and bring him to his knees -- where he belonged.

Zorath​

 

[Zorath]

PORT MERCY

Astra Sadow

Zorath stayed where he stood, one shoulder against the wall. His montrals caught the sharp whistle of Thorne’s vibroblade and the quick scrape of Astra’s boot as she slid back. The air in the hut thickened with the low hum of the blade and the scent of sweat and old wood.

Thorne came in hard, wild swings driven by rage. Astra met him with almost lazy precision. Her slender weapon flashed, stinging his arm, his side, forcing him to overextend. She was playing with him. The smile on her face said as much.

"Fascinating."

Zorath’s cybernetic fingers flexed once at his side. No need to move yet. He watched Thorne’s breathing grow ragged, the way his grip tightened on the hilt. The man was already losing.

"I wonder," Zorath said, finally addressing Astra. "Do you already have in mind someone to replace him?"

Zorath’s gaze stayed on the man, waiting to see if he would listen or keep digging his own grave.

Thorne was too stubborn. His guards were incapacitated and he lifted his heavy blade for a wild, but slow and vulnerable, overhead chop.

 

[Seris Velmora]

Tag: Varin Mortifer | Kaelyr | Nysa Veilwalker

Seris' grin widened the moment Varin gave the order. "Run it down?" That was hardly an assignment. It was permission.

The hammer came off her shoulder as her body pitched forward. The Force surged through her legs, turning the first step into an explosive launch that scattered wet leaves and dark soil behind her. "Gladly."

She tore through the gap Varin had carved into the forest without waiting to see whether anyone else followed. Branches snapped against her armor. Vines dragged across her arms and shoulders. None of it slowed her. The massive silhouette ahead shifted through the shadows, too large to vanish completely even in the dense jungle.

Seris laughed. Kaelyr's flames blossomed to one side of the creature, forcing it away from the heat. Another wall ignited ahead, then died back before it could consume the ancient trees. The beast altered course exactly as intended. Straight toward her. "Perfect."

She planted one foot against the exposed root of a wroshyr tree and launched herself upward. Both hands tightened around the hammer's haft as she raised it over one shoulder. The weapon was slower than her lightsabers, heavier by far, its momentum pulling at muscles accustomed to weapons that weighed almost nothing. She did not care.

The hammer came down with every measure of strength she possessed, reinforced by the Force and aimed at the creature's shoulder as it charged through the undergrowth. The impact shuddered through her arms.

Seris landed hard, boots carving trenches through the damp earth as the beast lurched away. Whether the blow had injured it badly or merely enraged it barely mattered. It was moving. That was what Varin wanted. It was what she wanted too.

Before the creature could recover, Seris charged again. She swung from the side this time, less controlled than the first strike but no less vicious. The hammer tore through brush and splintered a young tree when the beast twisted out of reach. Too slow. Her smile only grew. "Oh, I am going to like this."

The creature crashed deeper into the Shadowlands, driven onward by fire and fury. Seris followed without hesitation, hammer carried low as she used the Force to close the distance again. She did not study its tracks. She did not search for patterns. She felt the violence ahead of her like a current and surrendered herself to it.

Every time the beast slowed, she attacked. Every time it turned, she was there to force it onward. Hammer blows struck earth, bark, and occasionally flesh, each impact growing more natural as Seris learned the weight of the stolen weapon through action rather than practice.

"Keep running!" Her laughter echoed after it through the trees. She had no intention of giving the prey enough time to breathe.

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[Varin Mortifer]

VARIN MORTIFER

Equipment: Durum Mantle | Black Blade of Chandrila | Eye of The Dragon | Heavy Sith Mace | Cross Guard Broadsaber | Wyrmfang

Varin's gaze pinned on the creature as each person took positions, each taking their respective jobs, followed by giving Nysa a small nod of acknowledgement.

They were going to exhaust this creature with panic. And at the same time, show its pack that it was no longer alpha. Break their wills and spirits.

It was something he had done before. Could such a frantic creature like these have the mental capacity to follow? Only time would tell. Regardless he did not plan on stopping just with Mother. The whole herd needed a culling.

Varin slowly drew his mace in his other hand. A weapon built for crushing through dense material. Hide, metals, bone it mattered not.

A shriek sounded as chaos devolved around the area. Flames spewing from the ground itself steering the creature while a Seris poked and prodded the beast looking to further wear it down.

The new noise sounded off near Varin and Nysa causing him to look over, past the shadowy silhouettes the young Sith had conjured. He could see the trees groan in protest before snapping as a smaller hog of the same herd came barreling towards them.

Varin quickly stepped into its path, his body dipping low to meet the beast head on. His shoulder ramming its throat as his hands clasped on its tusks. Another shriek escaped as Varin made no noise. Focus and Force pulsed through his body as he lifted the beast. His hands still holding the tusks.

A quick jerking motion of his hands followed by a crack and the tusks separated from the beast’s jaws dropping it to the ground.

He stood over it glaring down as it struggled to get up, squealing from pain.

Using the tusks as weapons he jammed one into its throat, silencing it.

“Draw Mother closer.”

He spoke to Kaelyr as he watched the life leave the eyes of the beast he had just slain.

“Everyone will get a piece. Everyone will earn their keep.”

His hands dripped with the blood of the beast as his grip tightened around the remaining tusk in his hand. He then slowly turned back around watching the plan unfold.

Seris Velmora | Nysa Veilwalker | Kaelyr​