Dominion High As A Kite | OPA Dominion of Sevarcos

[Eldin Daine]

Sevarcos II

The day of the Festival of the High Winds.
Mood Music

Objective One: X marks the spot – Treasure Hunt

The day of the Wind Rider regatta, the Sevari leaders gather along with the people to enjoy the celebrations of the festival located at the equatorial belt. The main event of the day is the race across the desert sands, dangerous and compelling to participate and to watch. The festival grounds are alive with colour and movement all manner of local foods and drinks and there is a sense of fun in the air. Enjoy the spectacle of the festival…

…or enter the race.

However, Sevarcos has gained the attention of smugglers, a vicious group that have acquired a map to the location of the old spice lords treasure said to be buried out in the waste land of the desert and they will stop at nothing to find it. They have entered the race, but their objective is to break away from the pack and hunt for the legendry mother lode. Chase the smugglers across the desert and take their map and search for the buried treasure.



Objective Two: Old Spice

Contact the Sevari clans that reside in a small underground village located in the Northern Frontier. Upon hearing that the Outer Planets Alliance had come not only to celebrate their cultural holiday but to speak with their leaders to solidify relations with their neighbour, and to help them organise to combat the constant infiltration of spice pirates and smugglers that harass their quiet existence and in most cases, resort to violence to procure the drug.

An exploration to delve deeper into old the tunnels is organised with the intention of finding the hide out of the pirates, and locate their secret entrance and shut down their operation once and for all. A medical crew form part of the expedition, their job is to monitor OPA members, as over exposure to the spice tunnels will cause permanent health issues and if their stay is too long, the result will be death. If this was not enough …

Beware the Spice Eels, for the pirates are not alone down there.



Objective Three: BYOO – do your own thing!

 

[Kingsley]

"Rrrrawk! WORLD STAR!"

Kingsley had two bottles of hard liquor taped to both talons and was chugging away with gusto. These Sevari really knew how to party. The Spice Queen was a massive wind rider pleasure galley overlooking High Winds festivities below. Smaller fast cutters and swoop bikes arced past and herglic rage-metal was pounding so loudly the smuggler captain thought his eardrums might burst.

The carsunum spice coursing through his system was starting to kick in. Sevarcos was a failed colony, there were scattered worlds just like it throughout the Territories where order had all but broken down completely and the underworld held sway. For a grifter like Kingsley it was this side of paradise. This high up the winds were so strong that they stung exposed skin but he was too numb from drink and spice to feel it.

It was a perfect day for a race. The vulture had every intention of competing.

He just had to steal a wind rider first.

 

[Grok]

Grim Adventures of Pig and Snail
The Eel King
Darth Wyrm​

"No! Please! I'll give you talons! Credits? Anything you want!"

Grok ignored the sobbing pirate. The lumbering gamorrean brute dragged his prize by one leg through the deep tunnels. Every once in a while the wretched creature would scream as his rough treatment caused a bone to break or flesh to scrape against jagged rocks. Grok found this annoying but did not quite understand that he was the cause. Not that he would have cared even if he had.

He didn't understand what they were doing down here. Sal hadn't bothered to try and explain it. Sal had told him the eels needed food and Grok was supposed to get the food. Sal had a longer name but he could never remember it all. He hoped one pirate was enough. He wasn't afraid of Sal but if he did a bad job Sal might get mad and then Grok might have to kill him and Sal knew how to get back to the ship.

Loud squeals and snorts announced his arrival. Sal had a lot of equipment set up that Grok didn't understand and one of the spice eels the gamorrean helped him capture restrained in the center of a small open chamber not far from the main pirate camp. When Grok's captured pirate saw the eel he really started to scream until he grew so tiresome that the tusker clubbed him in the head with his thogk to silence the distracting pleas.

Another set of squeals. These almost sounded like a question.

 

[Darth Wyrm]

The Disastrous Plans of Man-Bear-Pig and Snail Lord
Grok

The quality of help reflected on your own worth.

This was an universal truth.

What did that say about Salvatore and his Gamorrean servant? In truth he tried very hard not to think about it. It was easier that way. Perhaps he was too hard on the butcher piglet. They were strong, a true killer, who didn't even let being lit on fire keep them down. That had to count for something. Currently the Feoorin was staring at the struggling worm in front of them.

The snail was also watching on his shoulder.

A constant trusty companion, perhaps.

"I trust the hunt was successful." The Snail Sith Lord responded to the guttural introduction by Grok. A pause. Looking over his shoulder and seeing him struggle with the one pirate. Facial tendrils shivered, but it wasn't clear if it was frustration or approval. "Thank you." Once the pirate was shut up. This place was REALLY audible, after all.

The echoes carrying for days.

Some more screams and his snail would have had a headache.

"Yes, you can put him in front of the Eel." Big meaty hand fluttering towards the front. As of yet Salvatore hadn't probed Grok's mind. Maybe it would have been better, but ... every time he looked at him? Planning to? He decided against it.

It seemed unseemly to touch its mind.

"One more meal, Grok! One more." Finally getting excited as he rubbed his hands there. "We are nearly there. Imagine it! A whole swarm of these magnificent creatures, tunneling through the ground and swallowing villages whole. That festival with their blasted spray paint will be ruined soon enough."

They almost stepped on him a week ago, when he first came to visit. That was unacceptable.

He looked on excitingly for the Eel to reach out and swallow the unconscious pirate. Nothing happened. Brow ridges furrowed in confusion. He flicked his fingers, letting a small telekinetic surge push against the restraints. Sure enough they were as loose as they wanted. It couldn't get away, but it definitely could condition itself to start eating.

Why wasn't it doing anything.

"Um. Grok... can you... do the ... you know with the axe? Cut the meal up a bit, maybe it needs to smell it?"

In actuality it probably needed to hear its victim scream some more, but that was neither here nor there. Sith Magic and Transmogrification wasn't an exact science after all.

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Objective 1: X marks the spot
Allies: OPA
Enemies: Smugglers

Blazes! Doing some transfer pricing work was the break from forensic work, with forensic work, the trail led us here on Sevarcos, she thought, while Griet rode some second-hand buggy, with a slugthrower rifle (that was much shorter-ranged and of a smaller size and caliber than the Chalacta-II she used elsewhere), since the Chalacta-II was deemed too dangerous to use here. She needed to follow the trail of the contestants, from some distance, and then once she spots something suspicious, she would then follow the suspicious people from a distance. Meanwhile, she isn't doing it alone...

 

[Agrippa]

OLD SPICE

He believed he had seen it all back in the Core Worlds. The ecumenopoleis of Coruscant, Teta and the likes possessed lower levels which depicted the dregs of the lowest of lowlife layers in society. The Outer Rim was a whole different beast. Sevarcos was a planet formed on the basis of spice. Ironically, they were helping the natives from pirates and smugglers stealing their spice; the same spice the Sevari would be selling off-world and further stimulating the addiction issues of the galaxy.

Lines of black and white blurred intensely and Sigi wasn't sure, at all, whether he was doing the right thing so he stuck to what he did best - healing.

The expedition into the old tunnels required high medical attention due to deadly toxins the spice produced in its natural habitat. With a hand raised high and channeling the healing powers of the Force, the Jedi walked in the midst of the group.

 

[Lilia Arma]

Objective: Old Spice
Equipment: Ranger Expeditionary Suit - Dual-blade Blue Lightsaber
Tags: Open
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Lillia was never one for festivities, she was an awkward soul and didn't like being in a huge group of people unless she was working and well, she loved her work. Busting pirates was what and her crew were well known for. The clans would be wise to ask the GLD and the OPA as a whole for assistance in this endeavor and hopefully they'd be willing to offer some of their warriors to their cause. Of course being an ORION agent she was representing the OPA and the only one from the GLD who was authorized to perform such missions. Which sucked cause those bunch of cold blooded killers and edgy militant anarchists were her dysfunctional yet loving family, and she hadn't seen much of them since she started to run with ORION. But this was still fine too.

She drove her speeder through the dunes of the Northern Frontier with her goggles wrapped protecting her eyes from the grains of sand that hit her face. Once she saw a cavern she sped her way there, parking it just outside its widemouth entrance. She was first and showed up before the rest of the group could make it. As she walked in, an eerie feeling started to set in as the light started to fade, using one half of her lightsaber to light the way for her. As she continued down the one path, she could sense that she was being watched. But she kept her stance so as not to appear disorientated.

Maybe she shouldn't have went alone.

 

[Agrippa]

OLD SPICE

The familiar sound of a lightsaber coming to life startled him and Sigi stopped. He turned his head back to see a blue light illuminating the cavern walls. Had to be one of the OPA.

He backtracked towards the blue light and turning around a corner he saw a woman with a blue lightsaber in hand illuminating her way. The Jedi gestured for her to come over.

"This way."

There was a certain dose of disappointment in his voice. Saving spice traders from spice stealing pirates just did not sound right.

Lilia Arma

 

[Lilia Arma]

Objective: Old Spice
Equipment: Ranger Expeditionary Suit - Dual-blade Blue Lightsaber
Tags: Agrippa
​

Lillia slightly jumped as someone called out to her. Thank the maker the rest came. She deactivated her lightsaber and made her way to meet the rest of the OPA gang. Now she didn't have to worry too much about being jumped, but traveling in a herd made them more of a target. She could sense the doubts and insecurities amongst the group, especially the jedi who called her with some sense of doubt. That was fine, she was feeling it too.

But the sooner they found the village, the faster they could get out of here. She was just hoping whatever was stalking them knew how to use the force. Looking to ease the tensions she looked to Agrippa and asked, "You're not scared of the dark are you?"

 

[Agrippa]

OLD SPICE

The expedition ventured further on into the depths of the tunnels, led by a professional tracker - a former bounty hunter. Sigi kept his hand raised as he covered the group with the healing power of the Force.

"You're not scared of the dark are you?"

The question came as a surprise to the young Jedi Padawan. He mused over it for a moment.

"I must not be." Sigi replied calmly. It was what the Jedi Code dictated, after all. "Lady, you wield the lightsaber, you touch the Force, yet you do not seem like Jedi. What are you?"

It did pique his interest. The Jedi Code had conflicting views on force users unattached to the Jedi and Sigi wasn't sure what to think of them.

Lilia Arma

 

[Lilia Arma]

Objective: Old Spice
Equipment: Ranger Expeditionary Suit - Dual-blade Blue Lightsaber
Tags: Agrippa
​

All Lilia could do was chuckle at the young man's naivety. Especially when he gave his answer, I must not be. Jedi were such buzzkills, they never knew how to live. A service droid displayed more emotion than they ever would. Then his question came, "Lady, you wield the lightsaber, you touch the Force, yet you do not seem like Jedi. What are you?" Lillia just looked at him and smiled and said, "You can call me an outcast, a reject, whatever. Just don't call me master or I'll puke. But we're both on the same side and that's the important part."

It was rare that Lillia was asked what her alignment to the force was, those who didn't know her just lumped her in with the rest of the Jedi. She hated it but there wasn't much she could do. So she was happy when the curious padawan indulged himself in trying to understand Lillia. "Also you can be scared. Promise I won't tell anyone." She joked.

 

[Ayden Galmar]

Objective: X Marks the Spot
Location: Festival Grounds
Allies: OPA, Griet van Vliet
Equipment: 2x Lightsabers [Blue], 4x Smoke Grenades [Non-Lethal], Multiple Cigarras

--[AYDEN GALMAR]--
​

Ayden stepped out into the afternoon sunlight, disembarking the ragged transport craft that he had hitched a ride on. A part of him felt as if he should kiss the ground after the such an uncomfortable and overcrowded journey, but saner heads prevailed. He settled for stretching his arms into the cloudless sky. Other passengers shuffled past him, a mix of Sevari and off-worlders that were eager to partake in the festivties. He made his way down the rust-covered ramp and approached a pot-bellied Sevari who was busy attaching a variety of hoses to the aging ship. The man turned to face Ayden.

"Ah, smooth ride, no?" said the pilot.

Ayden didn't feel like upsetting the man. "Yeah, of course. Just wanted to say thanks."

The pilot chuckled. "No need to lie, boy. I know shes far from the prettiest star in the sky."

"Regardless, I appreciate it."

They exchanged a handshake before Ayden moved into a sea of colored banners and drunken patrons. The race certainty drew a massive audience. Ayden struggled to maneuver through the crowd in some areas as he made his way through.

What limited communication he maintained with the greater Outer Planets Alliance revealed a possible smuggler scheme that targeted a cache of buried loot from ages past. The remainder of the dossier remained unread. While he always tried to prioritize more.. critical objectives, funds had begun to dry up and the promise of treasure was an allure he couldn't resist.

There was also the possibility of other operatives under the OPA that may be in the area. He withdrew a small, chrome transponder and flipped the switched. It's signal would alert other members of the Alliance if they were nearby.

Ayden reached the edge of the crowds and lounged against a shadowed pillar. He mechanically withdrew some paper from the pouch on his chest and rolled a cigarra, lighting the tip and breathing in the dense cloud.

He would give his comrades some time to contact him. Until then, he practiced blowing smoke rings.

 

[Agrippa]

OLD SPICE
Lilia Arma

... we're both on the same side and that's the important part.

The words echoed in his mind making him wonder over it. What side was that? Ever since the Galactic Alliance's Endgame and the shattering of the New Jedi Order, Sigi grew exponentially confused where the lines were and sides formed. Migrating to the Outer Rim with the aim of following the Jedi Code and preaching it through actions didn't really help clear the confusion. Quite the opposite.

"If you did, you would be lying." the Jedi replied, composure regained. Fear leads to anger, he repeated in his mind the old, but seemingly forgotten saying. "So you were a Jedi before, I reckon?"

She did say 'reject' after all.

But why?

 

[Grok]

Bogus Journeys of Shrek and Plankton
Lost in Translation
Darth Wyrm
​

Grok sort of understood Basic. Words like 'hunt' and 'thanks' and 'yes' certainly registered. But when Sal went off on another one of his long word things all the gamorrean could do was look menacing and nod when he thought Sal wanted his feedback. He still had no idea what they were doing down here or what these tasty looking eels had to do with anything even though the Sith was literally explaining it all to him.

He picked his snout.

When Sal said the words 'axe' and 'cut' Grok piqued up. He blinked at Sal in confusion for several seconds, before hefting the vibro-ax and raising it over his head to drive a deep gouge into the spice eel. He paused. Sal was gesturing emphatically downward. The gamorrean blinked at him for a few more seconds, then glanced down at the pirate he'd just bludgeoned and slow comprehension dawned.

Down came his arg'garok. The pirate woke back up screaming at the sight of his newly severed arm. Grok raised the limb in triumph before shoving it at the spice eel's front end like a child poking something with a stick.

 

[Eldin Daine]

Objective One: Wind Festival
Tags: Open

Left the 'Rusty Bucket' out on the sand plains and took his speeder bike toward the equatorial belt and the popping colourful dust bombs and kites, of the Wind Festival. Today was the day Eldin could relax and enjoy himself, not that he had never done that before, but this was his first festival. He had missed out on such events as a kid and adult life never placed him in this position before. The mission to the underground village was under control, they did not need him there and so he decided to look after himself for a change. For the moment, he and his bike sat on a high ridge looking over the colour and movement below, the sound of music and laughter echoed down the valley. This place reminded him of Tatoonie, but without the tension, there was always tension on his home planet, one could never truly relax for fear of someone wanting to put a blaster bolt through your back.

He smiled as he took control of the bike once more and pushed it forward down into the valley and skimmed across the surface of the sand. In the distance he could see the wind riders, and the crews preparing for the sail pass before they would start their race. Sails of many colours flapping in the breeze. So much colour, the likes of which he had not seen in one place.

Eldin parked on the edge of the festival, secured the bike and headed into the throngs of people all dressed in festive wear, children running about laughing and giggling and the smell of food cooking made his stomach rumble, reminding him he had not eaten in a while. He entered the alley of stalls, filled with all manner of trinkets and cloth, and people yelling to gain attention of the passerby. Most of it was junk, but the fun funk people get suck into buying. He walked by them all.

At the end of the alley of stalls was more, only this time they housed the food and drinks. He found one and approached the stall owner, ordered a Coci Cola with ice and found himself a seat on a crate.

 

[Ayden Galmar]

Objective: X Marks the Spot
Location: Festival Grounds
Allies: OPA
Proximity: Eldin Daine
Equipment: 2x Lightsabers [Blue], 4x Smoke Grenades [Non-Lethal], Multiple Cigarras [-1]

--[AYDEN GALMAR]--
​

The crowd continued the celebration as Ayden lingered at the edge, a cigarra clenched between his lips nearing the end of it's life. A final series of rings puffed out of his mouth and floated away before he flicked the roach into the dry dirt. So far no contact had been made and no clear objective had been set.

Ayden began to fidget against the pillar.

Down the stalls to his right a man suddenly caught his eye -- an off-worlder like himself. He was young, no doubt close to Ayden's own age, but this man carried an air of such.. casual confidence and authority that seemed out of place amongst the assembled rabble.

Nice hair, too. The man ordered a drink before seating himself on one of the unopened crates that lay nearby.

Ayden mulled over his options. He could continue to wait for a contact.. or..

He sighed. This could only go over one of two ways, I guess.

Ayden made his way over. He stopped a few feet short and pointed at an unoccupied crate next to the man's own. "This seat taken?"

Eldin Daine

 

[Eldin Daine]

Objective One: Wind Festival
Tags: Ayden Galmar | Amea Virou [come play, I need to buy you a drink]

The brown fizzy drink hit the shot, a little sweet maybe but it had an addictive taste to it. It would be much better with something stronger in it though. He placed it down on the crate next to him, and began to pat his pockets, looking for his packet of think cigars. Found his lighter in the top pocket of his yellow shirt, but not until he stood up did he locate his crushed packet in the back pocket of his trousers. As he flicked through the packet to find one that was not broken, he turned to see a man approach him, the hairs on his neck prickled, Eldin had learned it was the force telling him or rather, alerting him to other force users and there was no malice in the man. "Nope all yours".

An educated eyes looked over the man, not a local, young chap and armed to the teeth with them lightsabers.

He found a cigar in tact, bent but it would do. He lit it and drew back the smoke all the way to his boots before taking up his seat on the crate once more he pulled up a leg and rested his arm over the knee the cigar resting lazy between his fingers. "Where ya from?", he asked without looking at the man, his attention on the group of girls moving down the stalls, the tip of his finger pushing back his hat to give him a better view.

"Ya don't look like ya from 'round here". But then neither did he, so no judgement.

 

[Ayden Galmar]

Objective: X Marks the Spot
Location: Festival Grounds
Allies: OPA
Proximity: Eldin Daine
Equipment: 2x Lightsabers [Blue], 4x Smoke Grenades, Multiple Cigarras [-1]

--[AYDEN GALMAR]--​

"Nope, all yours."

Ayden strode around the man and seated himself. His senses were dulled from the high but he pushed through, attempting to probe the man's intentions. Immediately he was surprised to feel an affinity for the force and wondered if the man was doing the same thing. An uneasy feeling crept up his spine. Delving deeper he could feel no ill-will.. not exactly good, but far from evil. There was something else -- another thing the two of them shared.

The man was here for a reason.

"Where ya' from? Ya' don't look like ya' from 'round here." Said the man, bringing Ayden out of his trance. A lit cigar sizzled between his fingers.

"Can't say I remember the name of the world.." Ayden withdrew another paper and rolled his second cigarra. "Just the town. A nothing backwater called Graygulf, somewhere up North." He lit the end of the stick and inhaled.

The two of them continued to exchange pleasantries. Names were swapped. The man, Eldin, revealed he was raised back on Tatooine. That alone was enough to give Ayden an idea of his upbringing.

As the cigarra faded Ayden felt he needed to find out the man's purpose for being here. He flicked the smoldering end away and turned to Eldin.

"You aren't here for the race, are you.."

Eldin Daine

 

[Amea Virou]

Eldin Daine // Ayden Galmar

“Alright,” A woman’s voice abruptly called out and interrupted the two men as Amea stepped into view, her finger raised towards Eldin. “Who are you?”

Her brown hair swayed with the winds beneath the thin fabrics that blocked out the sun. Brown eyes locked on to Eldin with a squint as she tried to read him and his reaction. This was the second time she had seen him under fairly similar circumstances. Tatooine had been a peculiarity, this made it exceptional. This man was more than he seemed, and Amea was not one to leave these things unanswered.

“And before you start with the sweet talk, remember that I still owe you a punch to the nose for what you did on Tatooine.”

And with that, Amea grabbed a nearby stool and took a seat. She turned to look at Ayden,

“Not you though, we’re cool.” Her focus set on Eldin. “That guy?” Her head shook rapidly. “Pretended to fall just so he could brush against me.”

“Why are you here?”

 

[Lilia Arma]

Objective: Old Spice
Equipment: Ranger Expeditionary Suit - Dual-blade Blue Lightsaber
Tags: Agrippa
​

Lillia chuckled at the young padawan's curiosity. She was seriously happy and glad she bumped into him. Because very few people knew who she really was, and only the GLD knew what she did and who she was. The OPA didn't care as long as she cooperated with them which was fine by her but where she stood in alignment to the force remained a mystery. With eagerness she answered the padawan. "Yeah I was a Jedi before. Never really fit in and never saw eye to eye with the other Jedi of the order. I went through six different masters in the span of a couple months They never wanted to understand me and thought they could change who I was. I always went against the code's philosophy of anger leading to hatred and what have you. I was impulsive and emotional, what devout Jedi would wanna teach someone like me? But they kept me around cause I know how to use the force."