Eyes in the Desert [TSE Dominion of Navrozh]

[Itash Mecetti]

Vornskr Oasis
GenPals Business
[member="Cassandra Paige"]

Give a little, get a lot.

The small pull of her lips wasn't missed and neither was the sense of smug rising just an inch.

This reaction only made Itash more pleased, truth to be told. The fact that she was also annoyed about something was filed away- he wouldn't know for sure what it was about without digging deeper and that wasn't truly something he wanted to do right now. The sun was hot, the pressure of the air was oppressive and the last thing that Tash wanted to do was exert effort right now. Or even anything that resembled effort really. "Mm, yes, I suppose we can for now."

They'd have to return back here later on, he imagined.

But right now they wandered back onto the ramp of the ship, after a few corridors, setting down in comfortable chairs where the heat went away in the face of consistent cool venting. "Well, this is much better, truly." He started pouring himself a drink.

"A drink for you too?"

Maybe not too much alcohol though.

It dried you out.

 

[Onrai]

The collection of Ysalamiri was working quite well. They were not very resistant to the injections, and the power of the Force Bubble was diminishing - Vanessa herself could feel it. She would be sure to have some of these Ysalamiri transferred to the Trayus laboratory for experimentation. There had to be much she could do with them, after all. The rest would be transferred to the Empire's supply depots for fitting to nutrient frames - Jedi-hunting units would receive them and utilize them to deal with the pesky Silvers down the line. But as she injected and incapacitated another ysalamiri, she heard barking in the distance.

"Ready your guns - set them to stun." Her potent Dark Side presence had attracted a pack of the vornskrs, predators who sensed their prey through the Force. How unfortunate that this meant both Jedi and Sith were technically prey to them. She had no desires to harm such creatures, hence the command to set their weapons for stun, but she was sure that out of everyone on the hunt, her presence would render her a target above all others.

"I wish I had those treats available..."

 

[Cle-Var-Ri]

The disgruntled growl, not directed at her master but at the situation as a whole, was the acolyte's response. The promise of something more bloody was fine indeed but couldn't come soon enough. Her skills felt wasted on captured prey. It was much more fun when a target didn't suspect anything or better yet thought they had an actual chance of success. Watching the hope die in their eyes was incredibly satisfying. Exhibit A: this Neimodian. Clever wasn't quite sure when she decided she hated the poor fellow, but making him squirm was definitely the highlight of this trip.

"With or without audience participation?" she wondered, leaning back against the railing, her snout visible to anyone directly below. At this rate, she'd have a nap before the day's end. Her tail flicked back and forth once or twice, her talon scratching coming to an end only to restart once the servant was lulled into a false sense of security. It wasn't the most entertaining thing in the world, but it was enough for now.

[member="Darth Carnifex"]​

 

[Darth Ophidia]

OBJECTIVE: 4
Greater Krayt Dragon Hunt

"Asimi"

Zhelen remained silent, but she knew he had understood. She could feel it in his body as he writhed underneath her, and she could sense it through their bond. The fellspawn aligned itself in the air, stabilised - Darth Ophidia shifted the lance out of resting and into a thrusting position over Zhelen's wing. She held on firmly to the saddle and bent close to him. - and Zhelen went into a dive.

Were she not strapped into the saddle, then Darth Ophidia would have flown off the beast's back as he shot himself into a feral descent. His wings tucked close to his body, forming a wind-tunnel through which he navigated himself in the break-neck speed of the fall.

If one had thought the ascent was quick, then one had not truly experienced the thrilling speed a fellspawn could achieve, especially one as fast as Zhelen. Smaller than his fellows, Zhelen was still one of the quickest flyers among the entire Kakdjis Zuta. This was one of the reasons she had chosen him as her mount: Well trained, in peak shape, quick, and with an exemplary dive. A less brave rider would have quivered, doubted her mount, and let go. Darth Ophidia was no cautious rider at all, and from her years of riding a swoop she had more nerve for this kind of motion than many Sith. She only urged Zhelen to greater speed.

And then, his wings spread out. The shift of motion made a terrible pressure, but Ophidia used all her core strength to remain in control. Zhelen shifted his body to break the fall and put his claws first.

The Greater Krayt Dragon turned just in time to see them, but too late to move.

 

[Cassandra Paige]

Vornskr Oasis
GenPals Business
[member="Itash Mecetti"]

Cass closed her eyes when she stepped into the cool air of the ship. The Horizon-class star yacht had been purchased as a write off for GenPals, and Cass was continually amused at just how she could manipulate that. The laws in place were ridiculous with loop holes everywhere. Of course she would take advantage of it given half a chance.

"Mmmm please yes, something light," she confirmed his thought process as well.

With a sigh, she pulled off her hat. Red hair had been pulled up in a bun at the back of her neck, and she shook it down now that the sun and winds weren't making a mess of everything anymore. Bonelessly, she dropped into one of the chairs near the wet bar, stretching languidly before smiling and accepting the glass from him, their hands brushing in the exchange.

"I would think that the Empire being so close would be good for your business as well," she commented, taking a sip. Tart fruit juice and just the barest bite of alcohol.

"Though I understand the Empire is more prone to looking.... inward... for its security needs. I cannot imagine there are not individual Sith who would see the..... value..... in what you have to offer." She smiled up at him.

 

[guest.224]

Location: Navrozh
Objective 2: Tame a Krayt Dragon

Daring was Vahliath to attempt such a dangerous mission, for his target was no man or insignificant life form. Determination drove him - fuelled him; and for the Force - that would guide him. Taming such a beast was bound to have its complications, for this was no ordinary animal. Some considered them legends, while others considered them instruments of power. Whatever Vahliath saw in them remained oblivious, but it was safe to assume greed or glutton didn't determine his choice. When he arrived on Navrozh, he first followed leads. Whispers of locations where the creatures dwell in content peace. Such whispers led Vahliath to a lair. More specifically, a great crevice in the soils, bearing a pit as black as the vastness of deep space. Vahliath approached the site with caution. To kill them was well out of his intentions; however, to bring them to the brink of death would surely disturb them. Anger them. Encourage them to deal with the threat before it dealt with them. As a result, Vahliath deployed one of those lethal canisters down into the void, and its clink against the surface of the lair passed his ears once it finished its descent into the darkness. It must has extended deep inside, down to a point Vahliath hoped he would never see. He stepped back from the mouth of the void and waited. Waited patiently for the scaled demons to emerge and make attempts to deal with any threat that dared to disturb their rightful slumbers. However long that would take, Vahliath was content in waiting, patient to claim that which he desired.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Perhaps," the Dark Lord answered coyly.

By now the Siege Platforms had advanced beyond the first ring of fortifications, their powerful legs crushing to dust what their blasters had left partially standing. Heavier resistance was placed around the second ring, missile launchers and subterranean mines that detonated right under the walker's feet. Boarding parties moved to mount an assault on the walkers from the nearby cliffs, grappling hooks flying through the air like spider silk in an attempt to find purchase.

Some failed, but others managed to successfully latch.

Yet as the droids moved in across the wires, the walkers' gatling turrets swiveled to target the now horribly exposed intruders. A burst of blaster bolts shredded their metal chassis to scrap, shearing the cliff wall behind them until nothing was left but plasma-blasted rock. The forward cannons continued to open fire on the enemy fortifications while the rear turbolasers mopped up what had been bypassed in their unstoppable advance.

It was beautiful.

[member="Cle-Var-Ri"]​

 

[Itash Mecetti]

Vornskr Oasis
GenPals Business
[member="Cassandra Paige"]

The glass was passed on over and skin touched for the briefest of moments.

A tease, somewhat.

"Oh, there are plenty of Sith interested in off-the-books private mercenaries, certainly." Tash confirmed, before flopping onto the seat next to her and stretching himself out lazily. This was definitely better than marching around in the sand and heat outside. The booms and explosions of the Empire's experiments with the walkers was dulled here, the shaking didn't penetrate the inertial dampeners either.

It was rather perfect.

"The issue is to find the perfect mix of cash-cow and sanity really." After all this time and their... closing of the distance between the two of them had done plenty to make them more frank with one another.

Oh, there was plenty that Tash wouldn't tell her, maybe never would.

But business was business and Cass was amusing to snark with. "The last thing I need is some idiot Sith starting to fry my men or try to fry me, because their hair wasn't sitting well on that particular day." If only Itash could find a specimen that was mostly placid and maybe simply interested in reading scrolls made out of human hide or something similar.

Rather than conquerors of worlds that bathed in virgin blood every morning.

"I daresay that with the Empire moving closer to the Corporate Sector I will find my whale soon enough. How about you? Anyone that has been giving you extensive repeat business yet?" He would not be surprised if there were Sith very interested in the genetics potential GenPals possessed.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

OBJECTIVE: 4
Greater Krayt Dragon Hunt

The greater krayt dragon reared its head and opened its massive jaws to take a counter-bite out of its attacker, but it was too slow. Zhelen's claws dug into the white scales and his feet wrapped around the massive neck. Adjusting his wing, the fellspawn twisted his trajectory into a quick spin, anchored around the krayt dragon's neck, he tried to twist it around and simply snap it.

However, the krayt dragon was old and experienced, and fiercely strong. It burrowed its feet, anchoring its bulk. With a turn of its nose, it broke Zhelen's hold on the right side of its' face. The flying beast's claws raked across the dragon's face, tearing a rift near its eye, red bleeding into its line of sight. Instantly following this, the barbed tail came whipping towards Zhelen's back, seeking to cripple his flight.

Ophidia had readied her lance to stick it into the krayt dragon's ribs, punching through the scales with intense heat and stabbing the heart, but with the sudden throw and spin, she found it all she could do to hold on to the saddle. The lance almost flew out of her hand, and out of the side of her eye, she barely caught a glimpse of the barbed tail coming in fast. The Rattataki brought the lance about, trying to put the point in the path of the tail, but were she quick enough?

 

[Cassandra Paige]

Vornskr Oasis
GenPals Business
[member="Itash Mecetti"]

"Mmm," she said by way of agreement. The inherent instability in Force Users, as far as Cass was concerned, was, well.... a concern.

Leaning back against the couch, she closed her eyes for a moment, reaching up to rub at her temple. The heat and the sun had started to aggravate and she had a headache stubbornly attempting to form right between her eyes.

She chuckled, eyes opening again, the barest smug smirk flickering over her lips.

"Nearly all of the custom orders we've received have been from Sith," she confided. "And the number of standard orders with addresses in Empire space account for nearly half. I will admit, I was expecting the 'small and cute' to appeal more to the wealthy in the core? Sith have never struck me as particularly cuddly, but apparently some of them have a softer side."

She paused, sipping her drink thoughtfully for a moment.

"I wonder if some of the.... fiercer.... creatures we have in the works will be more or less popular with them?" She mused aloud. She glanced sidelong at him, smiling again.

"Purse sized Vornskrs," she elaborated. "I have a trio of scientists waiting to get their hands on a specimen or three to begin their work. I've suggested that they bond unerringly with their owner but distrust anyone they are unbonded to. We will see if they can manage it."

 

[Vereshin]

Location: The Desert
Objective: #5
Allies: [member="Leira Rhys"]

Vereshin reached for his handkerchief while he giggled away at Leira's discomfort. He mopped the sweat from his forehead and wiped away a stray tear in response to her glaring sarcasm, a form of humor he appreciated. Her hatred of him resonated, allowing him to feed off every trace of her anger. Dabbing the back of his neck with the black handkerchief, he folded it back into his trouser pocket and retained his composure, retrieving his watch to check the coordinates once again. The glistening palladium reflected in his hand as he flipped open the lid and displayed the holo-screen. Bright lavender displayed from the face and marked Leira and Vi's position relative to their destination.

"Not far now." Vereshin said while gazing over the holo-screen displayed by the watch. He closed the lid and concealed it back into his pocket, before raising his head to face Leira. "While we travel, I want you to focus on the anger you feel towards me and feed it into your reach. Use your passion to strengthen you and heighten your senses." He motioned towards her and placed a hand on her shoulder in an uncharacteristic display of support, almost relishing the thought of making Leira wince in discomfort. Releasing his hand, the Sith sorcerer turned around and lead his pawn out into the desert. They pressed onward through the sand and passed rock formations and crevices, with Vereshin eventually slowing down behind Leira.

Sweaty and winded, Vereshin tried to maintain his posture as he trudged behind the girl. He caught up to her and gripped her shoulder, more fiercely this time and demanded the water with an outstretched hand. He wrenched it from the case around her shoulder and drank eagerly, internally fuming at the order of the Sith sending him to such a place. The roofs of makeshift huts and tents came into view, signalling the sight of the desert workers and archaeologist. Low growls alerted Leira and Vi to another presence, one belonging to animals who had built their sanctuary near the outpost.

Angry sandtuskers crowded the two Sith who threatened their nests with their presence. They charged at Leira and Vereshin, who jumped backwards and lowered his head behind Leira while immediately delivering his powers into her form and commanding her to attack. Shouts from the desert dwellers soared over the dune and the noise made by the animals alerted their human masters to an invasion of their territory.

 

[Vaylin]

Objective 1: Secure the Lab
Location: Main Oasis | Jungle Outskirts

The Zabrak gazed upon the motley group that had assembled before her. It was a mix of soldiers and Sith, force users and not. Albeit the latter were going to be the most useful in this situation. They had no accurate information on just how vast the Ysalamiri numbers were in the oasis. What was known however, was the fact they couldn't rely on the Force here. They had nothing to counteract the Ysalamiri' ability, although there was a belief that the Primeval of old once had access to something that could. But it didn't exactly help them in this instance, given the Sith Empire didn't have them - at least to Vaylin's knowledge anyway.

One of the little creatures were bad enough, but a whole group?

It could spell disaster if they ended up getting attacked by more aggressive opponent. At the very least, their Force nullification couldn't help felt from the outskirts, which was hopefully a sign that there weren't many, or they were currently dormant.

But the fact Vornskr were also present in the oasis made Vaylin doubt that fully. It was bad enough you had two species; one the predator of the other, confined in one space. Now they were about to walk right through the middle of it. One side could numb their connection to the Force, while the other had a taste for Force users in general.

The old Vaylin would've seen that as fun, but the one today was concerned over the risks to those she was leading.

"Let's get moving, remember keep close with the group. If you get seperated, make immediate contact through the commlinks."

With that, Vaylin's group disappeared from the camp and into the jungle.

 

[Leira Rhys]

Leira almost shuddered with discomfort at his hand on her shoulder. She could not stand his condescending sense of humor. She wondered if he would find it "amusing" if she planted her foot, which was in an armor metal boot, right in his groin and laugh at him in the mocking way he had done to her and 'relish' in his discomfort.

She felt small grains of sand pelt against her clothing whenever a hot gust of wind stirred them up. She pulled up the black bandana that rested around her neck to cover her mouth so grains of sand didn't stray inside. Leira thought the way Vereshin made her dress when he knew they were going to a scorching hot desert was impractical. She was wearing a leather armor chest plate that was dark grey with a red outline in the middle. Under the chest plate, she wore a black long-sleeved shirt made of a flexible material and on her hands was black fingerless leather gloves used for grip on her saber. Her lower half was covered by a short leather dark grey skirt-like garment that had a belt for her lightsaber, knives, blaster. Her legs were covered by black flexible tights and leather boots with a metal toe. She felt like the black cloth absorbed all of the sun's heat but apparently, Vi couldn't bear to wear anything but dark clothing even if it was inconvenient and forced his way of thinking upon her too.

As he walked forwards she followed him, holding her hand in front of her eyes whenever sand started flying. She had never visited a desert before. She wasn't sure she liked it as it was miserably arid. She felt as if her skin was going to turn brittle under the hot sun and the dehydrated air. Leira could tell Vereshin was twice as annoyed as she was about it as she could feel annoyance radiated off of his Force signature.

Her line of thought was abruptly cut off by an angry sandtusker barreling towards the two. Vereshin ducked behind her like the coward he was. Panicked, Leira fed off of Vi's power and flame cultivated in her palms. Stepping back, Leira thrust her hand out and sent a stream of flame from her palm. It consumed the sandtusker's body. The sandtusker skidded before falling in front of them, scorched and angered. Feeling pity for the thing, Leira took her saberstaff from her hilt and ignited it with a snap-hiss and stuck it through its skull, ending it's suffering.

There were more where that came from, though. Another quickly came running, almost seeming like it wanted to avenge its friend. Leira ran towards it in return. She was short enough that she was able to fit under its neck without her head scraping against its chin. With one fluid movement, she decapitated it from below. Its head hit the ground with an audible thump. Leira saw more on the horizon. She turned to Vi, glaring at him for not fighting. She couldn't spare much time though as the next one was hot on her trail. Reminding herself mentally to not rely on Vi's power so her strength wouldn't be dependent on him in the future. It swung its tusked head in her direction. Leira stumbled out of the way, shakey without Vi.

Focus... She reminded herself. She honed in on the Force, focusing. When it swung it's head again Leira struck with her saber, leaving a long burnt stripe across its head. It roared with anger at the injury and charged towards her with fury. Leira ran too and when it came close enough she purposefully dropped, sliding under its belly. She thrust up her saber, cutting it from sternum to rear. She barely avoided being crushed by its weight as it fell, groaning in agony. She circled around to it's front sticking her lightsaber through its skull as she had with the first one.

Using the back of her hand she wiped beads of sweat from her hairline and turned around to glare at Vi again.

"I think we should get going before more of them come," She suggested. She hated killing the innocent animals, driven not by malice but by instinct to protect what was rightfully their's. They had no right to take that from them.

[member="Vereshin"]

 

[Onrai]

An angry "bork" echoed through the area as the first Vornskr jumped towards her. She rolled back, avoiding the bite of its teeth as she moved to stab the half-full syringe into the beast. Though it grew relatively limp, another came for her, which she Force Pushed into a nearby tree. "Damned creatures." She sighed. "And here I was hoping we could actually benefit from them." Two more of the half dozen or so Vornskrs in the pack that had attacked were stunned by blaster fire, while Vanessa chose to punch one of the last two - it was out, but her hand was hurting.

The final vornskr paced around Vanessa. She motioned for the troopers not to shoot - it could stun her, after all - and she looked at it, growling herself. "Get out of here!" She assailed the beast's mind - it was not immune to the Force, after all - and gave it great fear. With a yelp, it retreated into the treeline.

"Finally." She sighed, turning back to the ysalamiri and beginning to syringe another.

 

[Itash Mecetti]

Vornskr Oasis
GenPals Business
[member="Cassandra Paige"]

He had noticed that little move towards her temples and it had been enough for him to rise.

His glass forgotten at the little table, instead brushing up behind her seat, "Why don't you let me?" Two digits each, slowly pressing in and pressing tight, exerting mounting pressure until her mind would sigh in satisfaction and then they'd circle. "Purse sized vornskrs?" Barest shake of the head, that. Clockwise, counter, finding the rhythm that Cassandra enjoyed most and pressing that button repeatedly. Tash had learned a while ago that when he pleased her, it seemed to work out for him quite well as well.

It was a tightrope to walk as far as Tash was concerned.

"Careful you won't remind them of their own potential to be... shrunk in stature." The Sith had big egos after all, fragile ones, that had no bearing on reality. The smallest thing could make all that crashing to the ground again.

A shrug, fingers rubbing down a touch.

"How's that?"

 

[Cassandra Paige]

Vornskr Oasis
GenPals Business
[member="Itash Mecetti"]

She hadn't mentioned it because it was a small thing- and the last thing she was going to do this early was inform him of every time she had a discomfort. The game she was playing with him was utterly different than that, and complaining about every little ache and pain, she suspected, would be a very elegant way to sour it all. If she wanted to get him to lose interest at some point, she had it on file.

Still careful, still calling him 'Lord Mecetti' in public, they had moved to more familiar address when it was just the two of them.

"Tash it's fine-" Cass had started to protest when he went around behind the couch, but it died on her lips and she leaned back, eyes closing as he started to massage her temples.

Okay, she could get used to this.

"Mmm very good, thank you. Found another of your many talents, it seems," she murmured softly. She let her body relax a touch more than she actually would have by the act alone. Oh it certainly felt good, but let him think it had a greater affect than it had.

Which wasn't hard because part of her did want to melt into a puddle on the couch.

One eye opened as the communicator softly trilled again. With a clearly reluctant sigh, she sat up and away from his hands to answer it. They were here on business and she had been clear and firm about that from the beginning.

"Yes? Good. No, that's all we require. Start culling at that location as well. Yes, down to fifty percent, that was the agreement."

A short, terse conversation later and she shifted slightly to look up at him.

"The ysalamiri team has gotten their samples. I don't know why it took them so long, the creatures don't move for goodness sakes. But it will make clean up easier."

Originally, Cass had intended to have everything shipped back to GenPals on just the one ship. It was only two dozen samples all told, the hold could fit them with ease. But Itash had suggested separating the vornskr and ysalamiri- for the health of the specimens, considering the proximity would drive the vornskr nearly mad. It had made sense and she had agreed. Only the vornskr would be on their ship.

It had never occurred to her that he might have an alternative reason to want the ysalamiri on a different ship than he had traveled on.

A confirmation that the cargo was stored and they would be lifting off shortly came through on the heels of the last. Cass had no intention of waiting until everything was completely. They had done what they had come to do- the mixed teams of scientists and security could finish the agreement to cull the herds.... herds.... packs? What was a group of ysalamiri called anyway?... down to more reasonable numbers. For the health of the populations of course.

"Now then, where were we?" Cass said with a smile, setting down the communicator. It wasn't a long flight back to Etti IV. But, she suspected, it would be long enough.

 

[Kenth Typho]

Objective 1: Secure the Lab
Location: Main Oasis | Jungle Outskirts

[member="Vaylin"] | [member="Dante Sotari"]

Been a rough few weeks after the debacle that was Thyferra.

They gotten out, but only just and most of their squad had been shredded during it. Dan took it hard- oh, she wouldn't admit it, but Morgan didn't need to have a degree in psychology to be aware of it. But there wasn't much that he could do for her about it... just be there and support where he could. Sotari wasn't making it easy for him and that was okay.

Wouldn't be a challenge worth taking otherwise, Mor guessed.

"We will keep ya clear, Knight Vaylin." Morgan mumbled as the groups split up and Dan, him got linked up with the Knight seemingly in charge. She took point and that was fine by Morgan.

Those Sith always had something to prove.

He glanced on over to Dante, her hands, before looking back through the jungle. But the dermal communicator would hum in her ear without him needing to open his mouth to say something. "You okay?"

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective 5 BYOO: Her own research

While Sith operatives were supposed to be culling the numbers of ysalamiri and vornskrs on the planet, ostensibly so the Sith could control the breeding patterns and numbers of creatures on world, she had arrived with a small team of her own to research the creatures. A field camp had been established in one of the oases on the planet, with several specimens of both species already in stasis fields. The vornskr had been easy enough to capture, but it was the ysalamiri that proved more problematic.

Her forces had decided to just dig up the smaller olbio trees, and those ysalamir bonded to them, and re-potted them for transport. No sedatives or moving of the creatures, their master had wanted to study them as naturally as possible.

Her shuttled angled in to land, Taeli rather excited to study these two creatures at last. For the longest time, they had been under strict control of the Mandalorians and they hadn't allowed people to come in and possibly weaken an advantage they had over Force users. Now though, she had a chance to study the creatures and... well... one can imagine what someone who created Sithspawn might do with such observations. Walking out onto the arid world, mask in place and hood of her cowl raised, the Lady of Secrets smiled.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

OBJECTIVE: 4
Greater Krayt Dragon Hunt

The great, barbed tail came swinging like the head of some great mace. Ophidia swung her lance to meet it and prevent it from bashing against the back of her fellbeast mount. The point of the lance punched through the krayt dragon's white, outer scales. It was burning hot from the power-field and caught between the opposing forces a Sith Lord's thrust and the mighty tail-swing of a greater krayt dragon. As a result, the lance skewered the tail, burning through scale and flesh. But Ophidia was not strong enough to hold back the pressure of the tail's weight on one arm. As her arm was forced to bend, the lance pressed against the saddle and the back of Zhelen.

As the tail turned from its target, it twisted the Sith Lord in the saddle, she was caught against the lance's new pressure. Something had to break - The rider, or the saddle-straps. By design, the straps attaching Ophidia to the saddle snapped. She was flung from Zhelen, wind fluttered around her form as the Rattataki adjusted herself in the air.

With heavy flaps of his wings, the fellbeast gained some altitude again, claws slipping from the white-scaled neck. He tried to draw on his poison-breath, but underestimated the reach of the krayt dragon's neck and the strength in its jaws.

As Ophidia crashed into the sandy dunes, skidding to a halt and looking up at the beasts in combat, the greater krayt dragon had caught Zhelen's leg in its jaws, the first three sets of legs holding up its enormous bulk quickly pushed off from the sand as the tail whipped around. The white beast used its weight to throw Zhelen on his back in the sand. Ophidia rushed to her beast's aid, unclipping one of the two lightsabres at her belt.

 

[Cle-Var-Ri]

That wasn't much of an answer. She dared not express her frustration, though. It would be unfitting for an acolyte to do so. Still, with a displeased growl at nothing in particular, Cle-Var-Ri continued to wait impatiently for this all to be over with. Why did she even come in the first place? An excuse to stretch her legs? This was some stretch.

Spacing out, she almost didn't catch the vibration of a datapad, hidden away in a satchel that graced her shoulder. It wasn't until the device started making noise that she investigated, much to her embarrassment. The screen lit up with a bright blue, just a couple words taking up the majority of the screen.

Incoming transmission: Mom​

A surprised little squeak could be heard from the depths of Cle-Var-Ri's throat as she quickly scrambled out of the room, just in time to catch the call. "Mom, I'm kinda busy. I can't really talk right now."

[member="Darth Carnifex"]​