Public Field Trip to Endor

[Ayhan]

"If the cave has no other exit we can just dig one out."

Ayhan looked at the youngest of their group with a hint of surprise, assuming the boy meant he had some Force ability that would allow him to burrow his way through sheer rock. "Useful," he noted, both about the boy and his skill. "That'll give us an edge." It wasn't a surprise to Ayhan that there was still so much about the galaxy he didn't know. Years in captivity limited one's knowledge of the universe, but even spending the last year and a half travelling between the stars with Hera hadn't even scratched the surface of what was possible. All the mysteries he'd never witnessed, and likely never would. "Guess that puts the caves back on the board."

The boy also brought up the point of food, and the way Ariana had her eyes glued to the ground, it appeared both she and Aris had the same idea. Which posed only a slight problem for Ayhan. "I need meat," the taller of the two boys stated. "My species are omnivorous, but without protein...well, my strength won't be anywhere near where it normally is. I suppose compared to most other species, it'd still be significant, but we should at least try to hunt. It'd be good for all of us." That, and subsisting purely off of roots didn't exactly sound appealing.

Finally though, Mahsa made a decision on where they should try to scout out a campsite, and Force be exalted, she mentioned there might even be fish in the lakes there. "Let's go check it out then," Ayhan nodded. "The sooner we make camp, the better our fortifications will be, and the sooner we can rest too."

Mahsa | Ariana Du Couteau | Aris Noble | Nir Si

 

[Aris Noble]

"It's not much of a trick?"

Aris tilted his head as he glanced to Ariana. Yes, he did hear her muttering. He had excessively good senses, just not with the Force as it turned out. Then he glanced to Ayhan. Protein rich diet? That would make surviving outdoors more difficult, at least in terms of having to hunt. If needed he could survive on just plans alone if he rationed it out correctly.

Though, they could just fish, as Mahsa said.

He turned to head in the direction in question, not waiting any longer. They all seemed to at least agree with checking it out, and once they were close to the water they could at least gather up some fish to cook. Food, water, shelter. Those were the most important things right now, and the things he'd focus on. He figured the older Padawan's would be able to focus more on the plan for the coming battle.

Ariana Du Couteau | Ayhan | Nir Si | Mahsa

 

[DM Player-Slayer]

TAGS: Aris Noble // Mahsa // Ayhan // Nir Si // Ariana Du Couteau //

As your group of Padawans ventures deeper into the verdant, untamed wilds of Endor, the dense canopy above filters the sunlight into a mosaic of shadows and light across the more cleared paths, creating an almost ethereal atmosphere. The air is filled with the sounds of distant creatures and the rustling of leaves, hinting at the vibrant ecosystem hidden within this emerald expanse.

Suddenly, the path gives way to a smaller clearing, at the center of which, nestled among the gnarled roots of an ancient tree, lies an innocuous-looking stone. Its surface is smooth, marbled with veins of a faintly glowing substance that seems to pulse with a life of its own.

To the untrained eye, the stone might seem a trinket, perhaps a remnant of the moon's turbulent past. However, for those sensitive to the Force, its presence is a subtle beacon, calling out across the cosmic ether for release. There exists a presence in a state of profound sorrow.

 

[Mahsa]

Sanctuary Moon, Endor System
Map Location: DM intermission

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Little by little she’d become more confident in her navigational skills as the group continued to make their way through the wilderness, thankful in a large part to the blinking dot on her datapad that kept their location relatively up to date as it moved throughout the digital map. "The way should be mostly straight once we spot the next trail…?" Her voice quietly trailed off as something seemingly tugged at the back of her mind, a pair of golden eyes curiously glancing at the woods surrounding them in turn.

When her search yielded no results the young Kazelrrian had opted to ignore it at first, but that quickly became harder to do as a dull ache formed within her chest—the pressure it generated gradually rising as they continued to walk. It was a feeling Mahsa had become personally acquainted with in the past and, while it currently paled in comparison, it dug up dormant memories from the deepest part of her mind.

The sounds of torn fabric and shouted orders half drowned by pained wails was a chaotic symphony she would’ve preferred to permanently forget, and for a moment the Kazelrrian could’ve sworn the grass blades at her feet were stained red. She’s not sure who was the first to notice the oddly shaped stone with its marbled surface, the object impossible to miss as it rested innocently against the base of a tree, but the second her gaze fell upon it Mahsa had been unable to pull it away.

Silent footsteps brought the Kazelrrian closer and closer to the mysterious rock, the sounds of her companions and the world around her quietly dissipating as she closed the distance. She’d realized by then that the feeling pressing against her chest hadn’t completely been her own, but perhaps it was her own understanding of heartache and misery that pulled her like a moth to a flame.

A hand intendedly reached out towards it…

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Note: If none of you stop her, she’s touching that stone. XD
Ariana Du Couteau | Aris Noble | Ayhan | Nir Si ​

 

[Ayhan]

The idle chattering of a bunch of teens wandering their way through a forest with some semblance of an idea of what they were doing went on for a little while longer. With Mahsa navigating, Ayhan had peeked over the girl's shoulder earlier. She could get lost walking down a one way road, but, thankfully, the datapad made even that impossible, as it showed it's location on the map with a small red dot. If Mahsa got them lost now, it would've been a truly impressive feat, and so Ayhan contented himself with sweeping his eyes on the forest around them.

It was different, Ayhan kept reminding him. Denser, lush. If he picked any direction, he could keep walking, forever, and not be met with the cold, sterile white walls of the lab. There was no ray shielded elevator in sight. This was pure. Real.

And dreadfully sad.

The sensation struck Ayhan in the chest, though he could tell it did not come from within. The Firronthix's first instinct was to look at Mahsa, expecting to see her hair begin to shift color, but no. Pure white just as before. His eyes followed her golden gaze, towards a massive stone.

Large and rotund, the stone nearly reached the Firronthix's knees. Marking had been carved into it. Carved, not weathered for nothing natural made lines like this, and they glowed with unnatural red light. Despite the cloud of sadness that hung in the air around them, Ayhan couldn't help but be curious, and so he joined the others who'd approached the stone. Of course, Mahsa was the one to reach her hand out. "Careful," he cautioned, though did not stop her.

Mahsa | Aris Noble | Ariana Du Couteau | Nir Si

 

[DM Player-Slayer]

OOc: Please dm me and ask if you wish to join and I will coordinate your character in.

TAGS: Mahsa Aris Noble Ayhan ​

As Mahsa's fingertips graze the smooth, marbled surface of the stone, a sudden, intense glow bursts forth, illuminating the clearing with an eerie light. The veins on the stone pulsate more vigorously, as if the contact has awoken a dormant power long trapped within. Mahsa feels a cold rush, a draining sensation, as though the stone is leeching her energy, her very life force, intertwining her fate with the ancient relic before her.

The ground trembles softly underfoot, leaves and loose earth stirring in a dance dictated by unseen forces. Then, without warning, the stone erupts in a blinding explosion of light and energy, a shockwave emanating from its core. Small animals and birds scatter in response to the outlet of energy.

From the epicenter of the blast, a figure emerges, phasing out from the stone in a cascade of shimmering light particles that coalesce into the form of an ancient being, clad in robes that flutter in an unfelt breeze. This being, a specter from a bygone era, stands noble and serene, yet carries the weight of untold years of imprisonment within the stone.
As the blinding light dissipates, revealing the figure that steps forth from the shattered remnants of the cursed stone, the Padawans find themselves in the presence of a Togruta male, his appearance marked by an ethereal quality that transcends the mere physical.

His skin, a rich tapestry of vibrant reds with intricate white markings characteristic of his species, seems to hold a subtle luminescence, as if infused with the light of distant stars. Blue and white montrals and lekku cascade down his back, moving with a grace that belies their solid form, as though they are partly of this realm and partly of another.

The air around the clearing calms as the light recedes, leaving the Jedi standing solemnly before the group of Padawans. The entity's presence is both comforting and formidable, having outlasted with enduring strength of the Force across millennia.

The ancient being's gaze sweeps over them, a sense of profound gratitude mingling with the lingering sorrow in their eyes before settling on Mahsa. They had been trapped within the stone, cursed to a timeless existence, until the touch of one attuned to the Force—a touch born of empathy and courage—broke the spell that bound them.

"Freedom... at long last...Your journey has led you to me, as the Force willed it. In releasing me, you have untangled the threads of an ancient curse, but also revealed a path that lies ahead for you."

As the Togruta's serene smile fades, so too does his form, shimmering and blurring into the light. Vibrant reds and whites gently transition into a radiant glow, briefly bathing the clearing and the Padawans in a soft, otherworldly light. In a mere heartbeat, he dissolves completely, his presence leaving behind a lingering warmth

 

[Mahsa]

Sanctuary Moon, Endor System
Map Location: DM intermission

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The stone held a smoothness she hadn’t expected, its surface cold to the touch as her hand brushed against it. She was marveled by it, and it showed as her fingers carefully traced some of the runes carved into it—the only blemishes on an otherwise perfect surface.

As she explored the first pulse of energy pushed back, the coolness of the stone rushing up her fingertips and through her skin. She felt as something entwined with her own life force, tugged against it until her own energy began to seep into the marbled rock before them.

Natural instinct had screamed for Mahsa to withdraw her hand quickly, the long since engrained lessons of survival still strong despite the years she’d now spent away from that accursed lab. She had resisted the impulse though, refusing to turn a blind eye and ignore the profound sorrow and longing that had drawn the young padawan to the rock in the first place. Guided by her own stubbornness she pressed her hand harder against the stone, and that’s when the ground around their small group began to tremble.

It’s okay, I’m here… we’re here. She’s unsure what prompted her own thoughts as they try to reach into whatever lay dormant within the stone, useless as the attempt might be.

Small animals scurried out of their homes and away from them, the birds quick to take flight as their wings fluttered in the air, almost as if a sixth sense warned them that something was coming. A burst of energy exploded outwards just as the small Kazelrrian began to doubt her own choice, forcing her to brace against the impact, though her arms moved too slow to protect Mahsa from the blinding light that followed.

The searing white in her vision is eventually encircled by darkness as her eyes adjusted from the flash-bang that assaulted them, and each painful blink brought additional focus to the otherwise blurry surroundings. It took a moment until she finally caught sight of the stone again, the epicenter of the blast marked in the ground and grass around it, before Mahsa realized that someone else was present now.

She pulled back in response to the stranger, unconsciously drawing closer to the Firronthix’ side as she quietly studied their form. His expression is calm and serene, with an air that exudes a certain grace of nobility she’s learned to spot through the travels with her Master… though the ethereal beauty that clung to him clearly showed his existence transcended time and space as they knew it.

The Kazelrrian slowly got to her feet once she felt certain the figure bore no ill intentions towards them, his gaze slowly sweeping over the small party with a mixture of gratitude and sorrow lingering in his eyes. They finally focused on her, the sudden attention causing the young padawan to shift slightly as her fingers caught the edges of her sleeves to silently fidget with them.

"It w-was nothing. . . ?" She’s unsure of how else to respond as the Togruta sheds a faint light into the circumstances that led to his imprisonment, a child-like curiosity now dancing within those golden eyes that stare back at the Jedi who’s endured the Force across a millennia. The serene smile on his lips calms whatever doubts she might’ve held, and a flood of thoughts quickly raced through her mind: who was he, what curse had trapped him to this stone and for how long, and how did he know they—she—would eventually come?

However their encounter came to an end as quickly as it had come, the form shimmering and disappearing before Mahsa could give voice to any of her questions… with the lingering warmth that wrapped around her small frame being the only evidence he’d existed in the first place.

A moment passed before she finally turned to look at the others, almost as if wishing to confirm that her eyes and senses hadn’t played a joke on her just now.

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Aris Noble | Ayhan ​

 

[DM Player-Slayer]

OOc: Please dm me and ask if you wish to join and I will coordinate your character in.

LOCATION: Endor
TAGS: @ every one​

On the forest moon of Endor, the Red Team emerges victorious in the Capture the Flag Survival competition. Despite the dense foliage and treacherous terrain, the Red Team's strategic prowess and unity secured their triumph.

Their triumph earns them not only bragging rights but also the esteemed privilege of requesting bespoke items crafted by renowned artisan Knight Valin Zenth . With their victory, they revel in the opportunity to commission unique pieces tailored to their desires, whether it be finely crafted weapons, personalized armor, or something else.

As a token of appreciation for their participation, all contestants, including the Red Team and the Blue Team and all participating Chaperones, are gifted with robust survival kits, meticulously curated to endure the rigors of various wilderness environments. These kits serve as a memento of their adventure and a practical tool for future expeditions into untamed territories.

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