Faction Jungle Journey [There & Back Again]

[Naedira Darcrath]

Note: Enjoy - But take care. Sometimes, the nightmare is real.

Vylmira is a world that has adapted from the dredges of antiquity. Instead, it is blessed with Intrigue, and home to an Archivist Outpost for the Knights Obsidian. People travel from far and wide to visit the different technological and historic sites. Ever since Kyyrk began to pull the world into the future it has become a hotspot for curious travelers and those who simply wish to get away from the typical hustle and bustle of the rest of the galaxy. It is a place of neutrality, of true peace, for both Light and Dark-Sided individuals. Adventure can be found in the wide-open spaces between the cities and within them—Knowledge and advanced technology await.

Some come for a quiet life in the city. Some, come for training, via the Knight Obsidian Acanthus School. Some come for the thrill of questing through overgrown jungle landscapes while others still may simply have arrived by accident. Living a life that revolves around floating through space, from ship to ship, place to place, is not entirely unheard of. Space fairing wanderers will find themselves with plenty to do and may even find it hard to leave. For the most part? Where something valuable exists—There is always someone willing to get down and dirty to find it.

Most would think that entrepreneurs would come looking for the latest and greatest export: Vylmirium.

Interestingly enough Vylmirium wasn’t the reason for the influx of visitors. For the longest time, the people of Vylmira have avoided the Great Temple due to the rumors about a creature named Bogan. Not much is known about it by the general public, except, that it kept Vylmira hidden and captive from the rest of the galaxy. They were buried in the dark ages and the beast prevented them from being able to advance. Whilst the creature is long gone, the stain of it, still exists.

Travel Anywhere you Like on Vylmira—Feel free to run your own Story too. Make your own fun!​

Spoiler: Treasure Info

Rumors have been spread that there is something hidden in the depths of the Great Temple. No one knows exactly what it is but some speculate that it might be some sort of valuable relic. The story about it has driven curious parties to go treasure hunting, however, they’ve come up empty-handed thus far. The race to find it is on. Vylmira is offering a large lump sum to anyone who is willing to find it and return it to Vylmiran hands.

Spoiler: Explore Info

Whether it involves exploring the jungle wilds or finding something new and exciting in the city there are plenty of opportunities for adventure and advancement. Phone a friend and enjoy the locale together – Or meet someone new along the way. It’s a different way of life than what most of the Confederacy offers. Whilst Geonosis is a bustling hub of activity that never, ever stops, there’s a sense of relaxation about Vylmira that scarcely exists anywhere else.

Spoiler: Rebirth Info

Within the Great Temple are many mysteries. Some of which have less to do with treasure and more to do with hidden, old practices, and looming doorways to realms unknown. The Force Nexus that holds influence throughout the majority of the planet is based here. Beyond that, there is another place, a Gateway where the barrier between the living and the dead seems to have become thin.

This path is dormant. No one has used it in hundreds of years, but somehow, the gate looks new. Well maintained. There is a form of power there that a particular group seeks to use to aid them in potentially bringing a friend back to life. Just like the Force Nexus—It is neither light not dark. Just power. Hopefully, it is enough for them to succeed.

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

It was a little weird, certainly not what she’d expected when she joined this expedition in the first place. Asaraa knew that other jungle planets existed, it was a big galaxy filled with countless wonders to explore. She knew that, she’d known that for years. One of her earliest dream had been to find a ship and point it at a star and just fly. To explore the galaxy, travel to planets as her whims took her and see what she could find. To push back the boundaries of what was known and see what adventures she could find.

It was the dream long lost, of another girl, someone lost to the mists of time. Her life had twisted and turned, leading her down paths she’d never expected. War had come to her galaxy, shattering the dream that had carried her through her childhood. Not just the dreams of her childhood, but her entire body too.

Crystal blue eyes glanced down at her hand, clenching it into a fist. The Sith had left her changed…well a lot of people could say that but well she’d grown up with red skin and lekku until she’d run into the Sith. Now pink skin and hair were her lot in life.

But there were something that hadn’t changed, no matter what the Sith had done to her, no matter what pathway she’d ended up travelling down. The Jedi closed her eyes for a moment reaching out to the Force, the sea of energy that surrounded them all as a smile touched her lips. She could still feel it, still delight in the feeling of life that surrounded her.

It had always been one of her favourite pastimes, just wander through the jungles of Kashyyyk where she’d grown up. Feeling the life that surrounded her. The same feeling she had right now on this trek through the jungles of Vylmira. She could feel the life pressing in on her, the plants and animals which surrounded them all right now.

For a moment Asaraa stopped, breathing in as she let her mind drift out to touch all the energy around them. This was…well it felt like home. Comforting in a way, a feeling she could wrap around herself and sink into. A small touch of the familiar which she desperately needed right now.

They were here for something she’d only ever heard of in the past, to see someone brought back from the dead. The young jedi had heard of that before, had heard of people coming from the dead but had never seen it before. It was the reason she’d been drawn to the planet, to the expedition. How could you not?

Blue eyes snapped open as the Jedi took a few steps back, falling in with the group. To see the very laws of nature shifted by the sheer will of those gathered…she couldn’t wait.

 

[Naedira Darcrath]

Location: Vylmira [Space Port]
Objective: Acclimate. Use the time she has left...Wisely.
Tag: Alkor Centaris , Gerwald Lechner [OPEN]

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The light of day was harsh.

Naedira squinted as her form slowly materialized before the eyes of the bustling spaceport. She seemed withdrawn. Chestnut eyes flickered over her surroundings slowly while she acclimated. They were darker than they usually were, flicked with fire, while the edges of the iris quietly burned. “A-Alkor…”, she murmured, tempered by a stutter, as she realized that she no longer recalled his last name. She was missing little things. Big things. She had no idea until it came up.

It didn’t bother her as much as it should have. Certainly, not as much as it used to. She couldn’t lament missing what she didn’t know she’d forgotten.

“Where are we?”

She hadn’t come through her window in quite some time. It seemed that Alkor had ceased it trying to keep her from passing through. She didn’t feel resistance when she tried anymore. The path was open. Naedira simply lacked the will to pass through. She hadn’t been flesh and bone in quite some time. It had been so long that she had learned to stop missing what it was like to touch. Feel. She could still remember it—But even the smell of a Rominaria was beyond her. “I don’t…”, she paused, exhaling with a huff that was pure frustration. She didn’t require air. “Remember.”

Alkor had given her the choice. A chance to fade – To eventually die. Naedira refused. She wasn’t done. The dark-haired female wasn’t ready to become nothing. Worse. She wasn’t ready to become part of the creatures that hunted her. Distantly, she could recall breaking, finally, begging the former Knight Commander not to lock her away. Not to shut her in.

Not alone. Not, with them.

The false bravado that she so frequently wore to hide her fears had been let go. She couldn’t hide it anymore. Not when she knew, eventually, the window would close. Her energy would drain and the real world would fade away. It came like a wave. Crashing, darkness, the scent of sulfur and the tinkling sound of glass whipping through the air hundreds of miles per hour.

For once Naedira was glad that she didn’t need to breathe.

The ghostly female was dressed in clothing she didn’t recognize. A white wicker hat with a large brim. Tumbling dark hair fell from beneath it while a durable pale jacket hid her torso. A pair of fitting pants tucked into tall boots that were made for stomping through the muck. Some of the individuals in the spaceport turned to stare. Beams of light poured right through her.

“Move along. Nothing to see.”, she chastised, scowling a little, while they skittered away like mice. Naedira settled slowly. She could already feel them calling. The oscillating growl that held her place. Kept her captive, engaged, while everything she was got muddled and lost. Carefully, she focused on her hand and willed it to solidify. It came to rest on the shoulder of the man that carried her tether.

She didn’t say anything. Instead, she savored that moment.

Dark eyes looked through the crowd. The last time she’d been somewhere so public there had been members of the Confederacy all over the place. She didn’t recognize many of these faces. The quiet creature missed the small flat she shared on Geonosis. It wasn’t everything, but, it was home. This place was foreign and there was something in the air that made her feel unstable.

“How long has it been? Is Gerwald Lechner here? Lunara Azure ?”

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Please.

Please no.

The same image replayed soundlessly in his mind. Naedira was a wisp, a fleeting image, but she pleaded with him no to send her away. She was not a victim begging for her life, but a departed spirit seeking to remain. A creature with unfinished business.

Alkor stared at the selfsame image as it manifested now, on the world of Vylmira. In those few moments where she entreated with him, the Nabeen woman sought her freedom. She asked for it.

"Knight Darcrath," he uttered her title, almost beneath his breath. A spirit that Force Sensitives could see might cause a disturbance in plain view of the public. Their entire purpose here centered around his vow, and seeing it through to completion.

Both of them would soon be free.

"Several months," he answered. "Since the conversation you're referring to, at least. We last spoke a little over a week ago. I have not forgotten our agreement."

She would have her life back. His debt would be repaid.

"Knight Lechner would not have missed this," Alkor assured her. "He will be along soon enough."

Naedira Darcrath Gerwald Lechner Asaraa Vaashe

 

[Vytal Noctura]

Cloaked in a white robe with black trim, a pale figure strode calmly through the forest. Given her past association with the world, and participation in similar events Vytal had chosen to go unseen by the eyes of the living. If this venture was successful, she would prefer it not be associated with her depending on the number of witnesses. It was a dangerous thing to bring the dead back to life. More for the ramifications than the act itself. Though there was certainly a great deal of risk involved in tampering with the Nether and the natural cycle of life in the cosmos.

The most consequence would be whispers spreading far and wide such resurrection was possible. It would not matter how difficult the process was, or the risk. Like a wildfire people would whisper of it in shadows, and the desperate would hear or pass on only that which stole their hearts most. Soon they would come. A few at first, then in groups. All eager to be reunited with someone important to them. None of them able to understand even under the best of conditions not everyone could be brought back. Some rejoined the Pool of Life and were lost only to be reborn in a time of the galaxy's choosing.

Worst would be when rejection resulted in angered, and with time or with the right broken soul so then retaliation. As their Nightmother it was Vytal's duty to protect her Sisters and Brothers from harm. It would be reckless with too many witnesses, especially when not all were known to her, that people speak of the Mandragora participating in this ritual.

Voph? Yes, his return was... complicated. They had managed so far to excuse it as a mistake that he'd died on Atrisia. Except for those of the man's own Chapter that might have seen his body on Monastery. Such an open funeral had been quite upsetting to Vytal at the time. That his people had somehow managed to retrieve his body from their clutches and put it on display. There was nothing to be done, however, except to trust in the discretion of those that knew the truth. At least they were of the disciplined ranks within the Confederacy. Those closer to civilians hadn't been involved, and for that there was hope the whispers would be treated as little more than legend -- there was no one to trace any careless slip of the tongue back to.

The cowl of her robe lifted so that green eyes fell upon Asaraa Vaashe while she rejoined the group. A great deal of reflection swam about her form. It was a place of power; Vytal understood how it might draw one to contemplate past, present, and most of all future. Hopefully, a brighter future. It was why Vytal had come, after all. To make sure this group was not themselves lost in their pursuit of another. Though, she began to think -- despite her desire otherwise -- perhaps they should take measures to better isolate the gateways between realms. The Mandragora and those they trained were prepared to brave the depths; while others might only get themselves killed. To think such gateways might become the focus of pilgrimages...

"Here you can remember the peaceful moments in life. Hear the laughter of loved ones among the leaves. Their touch as the sun peeks through from above," Vytal spoke softly from behind Asaraa.

Tag: Naedira Darcrath | Gerwald Lechner | Asaraa Vaashe | Alkor Centaris

 

[Redd]

Tags: Naedira Darcrath | Alkor Centaris | Asaraa Vaashe | Vytal Noctura | Gerwald Lechner

Redd had decided to follow Gerwald upon this mission that she wasn’t even completely sure was about. At some point, the wolf had somehow become a follower instead of what she had been born to do; which was to become an alpha within her own right and lead. Irritation was the strongest feeling that she had felt burning within her and she couldn’t help it as her paws lightly padded upon the station’s platform as she toed the line, so to speak. Eyes glanced to the large red wolf; that was until golden eyes glared at them, daring for their movements to come towards the party in any way shape or form. She was keen to simply rip throats out. To feel the life leave their bodies in ways that she couldn’t even describe. The anger burned through her and much like her namesake, she sometimes saw nothing but red whenever she felt anger course through her like a plague.

Ever since being introduced to life's “civilisation,” she felt the ever increasing blood thirst, especially considering she was used to killing on almost a daily basis to not as often. In fact, it was making her feel even more restless with each breath that she drew and she almost wished that she could rip out the throats of the on-lookers, but she refrained from doing so. While golden eyes simply glared, she followed the others. Again, she was following and she had to reign in the feeling of teeth-sinking feelings. Occasionally she bared teeth but moved on, even though she wanted to show the onlookers who was boss. Indeed, the wolf could have walked along in human form, but her wolf form was mostly sought after, especially when she felt what she felt.

Secretly, she missed the painful days of her ring fighting; it distracted her from feeling anything that one might consider important and ever since leaving her fighting days she was biting at the bit for anything that meant that she could kill anything. When it was mentioned that a jungle was involved in whatever quest they were on, the lupine jumped onto it. No questions asked. In fact, if anyone asked her to come along on anything that involved killing, her hand would be the first to fly up into the air. Feelings, they were mostly irrelevant in the animal kingdom and yet in human form, she felt so much more. She could handle pain, physical pain. If someone sliced off a leg, she would keep going until they physically killed her.

It was just how she was wired and as the ghost dressed in white appeared next to one of the people she was following appeared, Redd palmed it off. She herself had ghosts haunting her, but they were not visible to the eye of others. At least not from what she could tell as they were mostly present within her dreams of a simpler time. No wag of a tail was present, no friendly tongue, not even her golden eyes reflected anything that spoke of a friendly character. With her tail lowered and still, her ears pressed back against her skull and head lowered, the red wolf was the perfect picture of a feral wolf, but one that was on a tight leash.

She listened to the conversations floating around them with a half hearted interest, but she just didn’t see why it was interesting at all. Weapons, armour, food and even the news about how the Confederacy had closed their borders. All in all, everything that just didn’t interest the wolf in the slightest. It seemed that nothing could pull the wolf out of the funk that she found herself in.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

Location: Vylmira [Space Port]
Objective: Revive a loved one
Tag: Naedira Darcrath | Alkor Centaris | Redd | Vytal Noctura | Asaraa Vaashe

Space travel was still unsettling for the lupine, but nothing would keep him from what he sought to do this day. The travel was only made more comfortable by the size of his ship. It seemed to travel through space in a calm manner to the point it felt as though he were standing on solid ground. He did not feel the hum of the massive engines as he did on smaller ships, or the rough entry a dropship made when delivering him into hostile territory. Today travel was to a friendly world, the home of a trusted leader and friend. Voph had promised, vowed, to help in Gerwald's endeavor to find a way to bring Naedira back to life, and the answer had been on his planet the entire time.​

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There was a wolf at his side, her red fur the reason for her name he supposed. Redd seemed to retreat to the wolf more and more in recent days as if there was something wrong. Gerwald could not place it, but wondered if it was something about this trip, and his reason for being there that bothered her. He had not said much to Redd about the gruesome circumstances which led to his friend's death, but he had discussed it with her. His feelings for the woman they were their to revive were always on his sleeve. Anyone would know why he was there, and why he would not miss the occasion.​

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For Gerwald the trip had been long. He dare not close his eyes for hear the dreams he had been having would overtake him. Whatever it was he had been seeing or sensing, Gerwald could not escape the feeling it was all connected to what was about to occur. His fear was the dream would only grow stronger the closer they came to what it was they sought to accomplish.​

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Booted feet sank into the ground once the ship had been vacated. The group had agreed to meet in the spaceport and head to the site from there. With his squire following close, Gerwald moved through the crowds until he found where his master stood. His eyes regarded him, but they settled on the ghost of the woman he loved. He heard her question as he drew near, followed by Alkor's answer.​

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"I am hear, Nae," Gerwald reassured as he came into what he hoped to be her view.​

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For a moment Gerwald fought back the tears which threatened to fall from his eyes. His teeth clenched, the muscles around his jaw tightening. After a moment he took a deep breath in and let out a long and labored sigh. He was tired. The bags under his eyes betrayed the exhaustion he felt. Alkor would know why. Still, the lupine refused to allow anything to stand between him and their purpose.​

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When the day was done, Gerwald would embrace his friend. He would hold the woman he loved in his arms, even if it were just a brief hug.​

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Naedira Darcrath would live.​

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Gerwald wanted to tell her. Everything in him ached to scream out his affection for her, but Gerwald knew this was not the time. Their minds needed to be focused on the task ahead of them. A sudden resolve overtook him as the emotion which threatened to control him was put into its rightful place. Alkor had taught him, shown him, how to harness his feelings and use them.​

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He smiled looking down toward his squire.​

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"Do you see her? She is why we are here."​

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Looking up to his master, the Dark Jedi, Gerwald gave him a nod.​

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"Is this all of us? Are we ready?"​

 

[Kyyrk]

Tags: Alkor Centaris | Redd | Gerwald Lechner | Naedira Darcrath | Vytal Noctura​

Voph drew a deep breath, allowing the fresh air to fill his lungs. It was a calm day on Vylmira. Reminded him of the days before. He smiled slightly as memories thought lost came flooding to him. He decided that he would need to institute a secret tax on Vylmira, as this was to be the second attempt to bring one back from the dead in a matter of months. Though this was arguably more...public than Voph's own experience. They were traveling to the Grand Temple. A place that even Voph had not dared to tread since Vylmira's rescue.​

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The Temple was sound enough. But Voph was not keen on visiting it again simply for the memory it held.​

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It was where his father had died.​

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In the struggle to free Vylmira from the devious spell that held it trapped in eternity, Koren-Xho had given his life to free his planet. And it was a sacrifice Voph still felt he should have made, not his father.​

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But perhaps that was simply survivor's guilt gnawing at the back of his mind. Voph turned away from the beach on which he stood, and trudged back to the city that stood before him. His guests had arrived. A small contengient of Knights, escorting the tethered spirit of Naedira Darcrath had arrived at the spaceport. Voph's Obsidian-colored robes hung from his shoulders like shadows, highlighting the twin lightsabers that rested upon his waist. He said nothing to the gathered party, instead turning to look off in the distance. Now that he was here....something was different. Something he couldn't put his finger on. Like an itch that couldn't be scratched. Perhaps it was the tethered soul near by. Yes, that was likely it. He hoped...​

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[Rabbit]

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Location: Vylmiria​

Objective: Treasure Hunting​

Rabbit had never seen anything like this world, before. Her latest places of employment had been cities, grasslands, and in one case, an underground hollowed out volcano. As strange as that was, this place made them all chump change in comparison. Of course, she wasn’t here to admire its beauty.​

She was here to plunder the Great Temple of some kind of treasure. There was a big reward being offered in return for some kind of relic, and she needed the money. What was she looking for? Unsure. How would she find it? Unsure. What would she do if something went bad and she got stuck in the temple without the parts needed to fix herself?​

Well. Die, she supposed.​

She had her small blaster pistol out in her artificial arm, and a light in the other as she explored the temple. Looking for. . . something. She wasn’t actually sure what. She could hear some voices, but wasn’t worried. She knew it was the Obsidian Knights present elsewhere in the Temple, doing whatever it was space wizards did. It didn’t involve her, and honestly, she hoped it stayed that way. Things always turned out bad whenever the Force and the people that used it to break the laws of nature got involved, and this place was creepy enough without some weird ritual.​

The cyborg was a treasure hunter today, not a wizard. And she was going to find that treasure. Assuming she would even know what it was when she found it. Which wasn’t a guarantee. So this might be all for nothing. ​

Comforting.​

Alkor Centaris | Naedira Darcrath | Kyyrk | Redd | Gerwald Lechner | Vytal Noctura ​

 

[The Monster]

Kit: Squad Leader Kit with added changes, Gen 2 Armor, M-416, L-7 added (no stock or front grip), Atrisian Blade, 200 rounds of AP, 300 rounds ball, assorted ammo for both pistols, some breaching charges and grenades.
Tag: Kyyrk Gerwald Lechner Vytal Noctura Alkor Centaris Naedira Darcrath Redd Asaraa Vaashe​

A civilian shuttle had dropped off Sergei on planet, the hulking armored titan standing out in the crowd like a hammer in a box of light bulbs. He definitely looked out of place as he shouldered his pack and stepped off the shuttle, for the first time in almost a year it felt like he was simply walking onto a planet. And with no trainees or backup no less. Sergei breathed a small sigh of relief as he kept walking, his rifle slung across his chest, pistols on his hips, and a relatively "small" assault pack on his back. He'd heard something through the pipeline about some kind of expedition with the Knights Obsidian, and against Sergei's better judgement, he decided that he'd go with them, without other soldiers so as to not make too much of a scene. Granted one soldier fully armed and ready for combat was a sight to startle some people but an entire squad of them would definitely wake up the local population and give the wrong impression, so Sergei decided against bringing more and went alone. He'd survived worse he'd argued, and while he was the "Dire Wolf" of TDW, that didn't mean he was above doing important missions himself. Building comradery and all that. Sergei let his eyes wander as he looked about and saw a clear blue sky, and while the surrounding people were relatively loud for a peaceful setting, Sergei didn't even notice them. He'd forgotten the last time he was able to let himself, well be. As the leader of his own mercenary company, Sergei had to set an impossibly high standard for the rest of his men. And that meant not once ever dropping his guard, or letting his men act unprofessional. "I really need to take some time don't I?" he thought to himself. He quickly dropped the line of thought and refocused, noticing a small group ahead of him as he walked.

And that definitely looked like the Knights Obsidian.

To say they looked ragtag, a roughly assembled motley crew would be an understatement, however he knew that each of them, including the wolf that was apparently just sitting next to them was a trained killer. And while they probably didn't have the same experience as Sergei, they definitely had some space magic that made up for it. If someone was paying attention it would be difficult to miss the armored titan approach, but the lack of sound aside from the soft thuds of his boot falls might be unsettling, especially since he was wearing what appeared to be quite heavy armor. Sergei considered turning off the artificial muscles that held up most of the suit's weight just to give him a little bit more of something to keep his mind preoccupied, but decided that was a bad idea as well. While he might trust a few people here, that didn't mean one of phrases he'd been taught back home wasn't true.

Be polite, but have a plan to kill every single person you meet.

Sergei hated having to learn technology which is why he thanked the gods above that Dr. Alphonse had made the suit so intuitive. Sergei looked about the group assembled, spotting Gerwald Lechner and Kyyrk and greeting them with a silent nod as he spoke through his helmet's speakers.

"Sir," He then looked at Kyyrk and Vytal Noctura "Fancy seeing you two here. Happy to assist as always," The picture would look quite comical in some contexts as the only two people here who actually rivaled Sergei's size were Gerwald and Voph, meanwhile he towered head and shoulders above the rest of the group he was standing behind. He made a mental note to not actually move his helmet as he scanned across everyone else, his polarized visor keeping his face hidden. They looked capable enough, probably not battle hardened in literal years of constant warfare, but capable. And Sergei appreciated that, he needed someone to sort of help him out with social cues. He then realized he actually didn't recognize anyone else here personally. He hoped that wasn't going to be a problem.

 

[Naedira Darcrath]

Location: Vylmira [Space Port]
Objective: Acclimate. Use the time she has left...Wisely.
Tag: Alkor Centaris | Gerwald Lechner | Redd | Vytal Noctura | Asaraa Vaashe | Kyyrk The Monster [OPEN]

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The faint sound of a formal, almost gravelly voice, caused her to pause. Knight Darcrath? The duty that she had taken such pride in felt confusing. The memory was there but it felt distant. Blurry and unclear. As if someone had thrown a bucket of water at a still-wet painting that caused the colors to bleed. The ghostly woman hadn’t realized that they were on a planet full of blind-not-blind Miralukan people. She couldn’t feel through the Force as she once had. “Months?”

Only months?

It felt like time was passing in ways that didn’t make sense in the slightest on a linear plane.

Naedira lifted her hand away from the dark-haired man when Alkor reminded her of the agreement that had been struck. He promised; But she didn’t dare hope. The gloom was already trying to call her back. These days…It felt wrong. Sometimes, she wanted to go.

Naedira, in this state, did not belong here.

A voice floated up from behind them and the chestnut hair glimmered while light passed through it. Pensive eyes fell on Vytal Noctura and Asaraa Vaashe . The first thing she noted was the dichotomy between the two women. The notes about what this planet was like caused her to feel…Small. Lost. “I wish I could feel that…”, she murmured, so soft, and it might not be heard over the voices in the crowd.

The citizens kept gaping at her, even though, she had snapped at them to move along.

A warm tenor drew her gaze slightly to the left and she saw the wolf. Gerwald. He looked almost like she remembered, though, there were dark circles beneath his eyes that hadn’t been present before. The nickname that fell from his lips felt so easy. Simple. As if he had always known it, as if it had always been, but she couldn’t remember it. Not it, or his voice.

His sadness was palpable.

“…Don’t be sad…”

Naedira didn’t want him to mourn her. As much as she craved life—It had been her choice to face off against the Mountain on the Fortressa. It was worth it. Still, worth it.

Wasn’t it?

Her gaze followed the focus of Gerwald Lechner and she was taken aback by a large red wolf ( Redd ) that stood at his side. Naedira didn’t know her. The specter managed a light smile, but, it was hollow. Gerwald seemed to be planning something. Was this it? Was this where Alkor would keep his promise? The apparition flickered. Unstable.

The sight of a familiar Miralukan ( Kyyrk ) caught her attention, causing her to solidify, whilst she tried to place his face. She knew him. But, she didn’t know his name. It was gone.

Sadness swept through her. The already drawn expression the ghost wore seemed to crash, falling, as reality set in. It was now or never. If she slipped away again…That would be it. She just knew it. A man in a helmet approached ( The Monster ) and offered to help. Her sadness mollified. Instead, she felt humbled, and her eyes swept the ground.

“Thank you…All of you.”

What else could she say? If they were ready the Temple they’d spoken of in-between other plans that always fell through waited for them. She knew, the Miralukan knew this place. How? She didn’t know. Her voice flickered and she hovered around Alkor. He was the planet while she was a moon. Ever and always trapped by the Knight Obsidian ring in his orbit. “Will you show us the way?”

 

[BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo]

Location: Vylmira
Tag: Rabbit
Goal: T R E A S U R E
Something wicked / / this way hopped.​

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BNI-Bella moved through the people in the spaceport whilst her paw remained entangled with the metallic paw of her companion. She didn’t dare leave BNI-Leo in this place. They would get lost, or murdered, the rabbit-droid was sure of it. Silver tipped ears twitched this way and that while she tried to hone in on the members of the Confederacy they were supposed to find.

The Mistress Talon said they could go. Said they could take a trip—Said they could be pirates and look for buried treasure! They couldn’t wait.

“Watch your hops, Ninety.”

Leo always warned Bella when it seemed that her circuits might fry from excitement. In this case, the red-hued droid was certain that BNI-Bella was going to get trampled from some blind-as-bats Miralukan giants. What were these near-humans fed on Vylmira? A growth serum, obviously. While BNI-9001 was busy contemplating how it was that the native people didn’t smack into each other like waves crashing onto the shore—He actually did exactly what he had warned Bella not to do.

With a clang, the rabbit-droid hit the ground and his singular red photoreceptor looked up at the offending party with a certain level of indignation. “Watch where you are going very tall human!”

BNI-Bella tried to help him up and her servos made a distinct whine while she pushed him back to his feet. “Nine-One! Be polite.”

“The Mistress hates it when you are rude. She stated it is unbecoming.”

BNI-9001 glowered at BNI-9000 and grudgingly looked up at the cyborg that had unintentionally blocked his path with her kneecap. “...I will let you off with a warning.”

“This time.”

A little metal fist raised in a clear threat, totally, and completely scary. He was very proud of his hostile and grumpy programming. It wasn’t cute.

Nope.

Not at all.

Bella giggled through the vocabulator beneath her chin. Disturbingly, they had no mouths. "Hi!"

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[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: Vylmira
Equipment: Nephil and Seraph | Angel's Dance | Claiomh Solais
Tagging: Vytal Noctura | Naedira Darcrath | The Monster | Gerwald Lechner | Rabbit | Kyyrk | Redd | Alkor Centaris​

Blue eyes closed again for a moment, mind reaching out to touch the force feel the warmth wrapping around her. The Jedi stood like that for a heartbeat before Asaraa opened her eyes and turned to face the nightmother, head bobbing in a small nod.

“It reminds me of better times, of a path not followed.”

A head turned, staring out at the treetops as Asaraa let memories of a childhood run through her head. The truth of it was she’d been a little bit of a wild child, happier in the jungles of Kashyyyk than in the actual Jedi temple. There were times she’d vanish into the woodlands with nothing more than a knife and the clothes on her back.

There had been a peace to that, a sense of belonging and calm. She’d known exactly what he place was and the consequences of her actions. It had been life brought down to the ultimate balance, a matter of simple survival and nothing more. She’d killed what she needed to survive and nothing more, had found a peace with the predators that stalked the Shadowlands. She’d had to fight for her life more than once, had walked away bruised and bleeding…and so alive.

That was the truth of it, she’d never felt more alive than in that jungle, on that world far far away. She’d never been so happy before, never felt more free. A small smile touched her lips, nostalgia and happy memories wrapped around her like a cloak.

“This is a good place, it’s nice, to be able to remember what had passed, what might have been. But that’s why we’re here aren’t we.”

Pink hair shifted like a cloak down her back as the Jedi inclined her head at the ghost who walks amongst them.

“The past isn’t the only reason we’re here, it might guide us but we’re here for the future. Her future in particular.”

The world might have been welcoming, might have reached out to her but that wasn’t why they were here. This fell collection of powers, the light, the dark and others gathered in this one place. Just respect for a knight who had given all she had for her fellows. Little more could be asked of anyone, and she had done it without hope of repentance or reward…but reward would come.

They were here to give Naedira a second chance, but perhaps, perhaps in this place so similar to her old home the woman wouldn’t be the only person who underwent a rebirth.

 

[Rabbit]

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How was she supposed to start this, even? Where was the Great Temple? What was she looking for? Rabbit sighed, rubbing the back of her neck with her prosthetic, suddenly feeling really stupid. She hadn't planned any of this out, as usual. She was just showing up, and expecting everything to fall into her lap. Why did she have to be so dumb, sometimes? Why did she always seem to get herself into these-​

Something bumped into her leg. Something metal, and tiny. It was so unexpected, she didn't even react for a moment. But then her gaze turned down to the voice threatening her, and she saw them. Two tiny droids staring up at her, one shaking its fist in a threat against her apparent lack of navigation skills. She stared, the sight not really processing for a moment. But then it did.

And she squealed.

"Oh my gods, you are just the cutest thing I have ever seen!" Without a second's hesitation, she scooped Leo up into her arms, picking him up and examining him. "Hi there! You're so well put together! Your chassis is so shiny and cute!"

She grinned at Leo, then at Bella. "You two are just the cutest droids I have ever seen!"

BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo ​

 

[Vytal Noctura]

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"It is never too late to change," Vytal replied softly to Asaraa Vaashe , "while you yet live." Once a soul passed on then they could become fixed in their ways, their nature defined by a long-lived and storied life. Until that that, it was the Living's duty to seek, to strive, and not to yield. The great weight of time and lost opportunities would crush any soul that let it. So long as one continued to move forward, however, Vytal believed it could be overcome and a new path made. Not, perhaps, the golden road that haunted one's memory and built in dreams, but one dotted by that which one cherished most.

A tall man soon drew near with his tank of an armor a strange contrast to the forests of Vylmira. The Nightmother's gaze drew up to regard Sergei as he greeted her. Some likely thought her opposed to such armor that the man had on display, believing a Witch to be consumed with a desire for fora and fauna. A misconception born of people unfamiliar with Vytal personally. Truthfully, she remain just as interested in the technological creations of the galaxy as she was in uncovering greater mystical truths. Both were why the Nightsister had left the ancient dark of her home. Sergei's was an impressive sight even if it seemed unlikely such would be needed this day.

"Your assistance is always welcome," the pale Witch replied to The Monster .

Her eyes drew back down then to the spirit whose resurrection the group had come to manage. Naedira Darcrath . Vytal was not personally acquainted with her, but it was apparent Gerwald Lechner and Alkor Centaris were. This could be an opportunity to improve relations with either (even if only marginally); though the Nightmother always knew this could easily precipitate hostilities if things went horrifically wrong. Gerwald in particular.

It stood to reason Voph knew the path to this Gateway and the Temple near it best. Vytal stood ready in wait of his direction. With the cowl covering the upper portion of her face -- and the tattoos -- she contemplated the world around them in that moment. The Nightmother listened to the spirits that had gathered to observe the proceedings. Even the Dead could be curious for their own reasons. Some might even hold out hope of somehow taking advantage of any rift themselves. Fortunately few others present would sense them loitering or crawling about the surface of the world. Better most did not or they would find the lack of privacy quite distracting.

Tag: Asaraa Vaashe | Naedira Darcrath | The Monster | Gerwald Lechner | Rabbit | Kyyrk | Redd | Alkor Centaris

 

[Alkor Centaris]

The truth was an oddity.

For months, the secret of Naedira Darcrath remained carefully kept by the Knight Commander, now Exarch. Knowledge that the Sith Lord Prazutis had damned one of their own to such a fate threatened to demoralize the Knighthood and weaken their resolve. Alkor watched the same woman, now a bitter truth that the Knights Obsidian had come to terms with, as she proceeded toward the Temple that would bear her home.

Alkor was almost no more than a mode of transportation. The powers that lurked in the shadows here would not bend to his whim. It was the Nightmother and the new Lord Commander who would reach into the Nether and undo the shackles that bound her.

If not for her insistence, Alkor might have kept his vigil. The reality was, he still understood what Naedira stood to lose here. To die was not a horrid fate. To pass beyond, to transcend the mortal coil- Plaga had shown Alkor what it meant to defy the natural order.

The Jen'jidai had no taste for the act. He watched as they came together like a family and doted over their long lost loved one. Alkor watched them steel themselves for whatever was to come, and he kept his thoughts to himself.

This was for Knight Darcrath, and for her fellows.

Alkor was not one of them anymore. He reached to his chest and peeled the necklace that bore the woman's ring from where it hung. It glistened softly in the light as they walked, though a darkness hung close to it that was difficult to identify.

Or, it would have been if the woman had not spoken of the horrors that riddled her day in and out. Alkor knew something awful had befallen the woman, and constantly felt the sensation during his meditation.

A fleeting discomfort for him, but the reality she had been tethered to for months on end.

He held the ring out to Vytal and Voph, the two people who knew the most about their duties this day.

"I led," Alkor answered Naedira. "That is how we came to be in these circumstances. Leave the leadership of this Knighthood to the deserving."

The torch was passing. In that moment, a sentiment stirred in the Jen'jidai that felt like his vow was nearing completion. When the ring fell into the proper hands, a word came to his mind, though he kept it to himself.

Ja'ak.

Vytal Noctura | Kyyrk | Naedira Darcrath | Gerwald Lechner | Redd | Asaraa Vaashe | The Monster | Rabbit​

 

[Redd]

UNSTEADY
Tags: Gerwald Lechner | Alkor Centaris | Naedira Darcrath | Vytal Noctura | Kyyrk | The Monster | Asaraa Vaashe

Golden eyes took in their motley party of rag tag individuals and even she had to agree that the group was certainly one of a kind. From a ghost right down to a man dressed in armour carrying all sorts of things on his person. The wolf sniffed at the armoured man if only for a moment before glancing away. It seemed this ghost was loved by many or at least many knew of the adventure that laid before them. She listened quietly as they all spoke to each other at some point or another. One thing that Redd noted was Gerwald’s behaviour, she could smell it even and her nose twitched with a silent, almost restrained growl rumbling along her throat. Eyes took in every small detail that gave Gerwald away and there was so much there, it basically made him to be an open book to the wolf, especially when one threw in the smells that radiated off of him.

His teeth had been clenched, she heard the inevitable tightening of the muscles as if it was leather being stretched, which was paired off with the labored sigh. She saw the bags under his eyes, a dead give away from lack of sleep; something that even she could relate to at this point and had even noted the extra liquid in his eyes that threatened to fall. The last was what she smelled and it soured her mood very much so. She had heard the story from Gerwald and knew why they were there but still. Redd smelled the pheromones of the male’s true feelings towards the ghost.

When he smiled down at her and spoke, her gaze shifted away from him to the rest of the crowd. She didn’t want to address the other lupine right now and secretly she wished to be killing something right then and there. To taste blood and enjoy something of her homeland. Perhaps one day she might get a chance to go back and maybe chase down some things that she had been forced to leave behind. Perhaps she might find solace in a more solitary lifestyle, one she had grown used to being, a lone wolf was what she had been. To find more of her kind had been something of a shock, but what else was a shock to the system was a different kind of lifestyle.

Nothing ever felt solid to the wolf anymore. Her lifestyle, her home and even the people within it were constantly changing. She growled at an onlooker that looked for too long and even took a step towards them to make them scatter faster than mice. She drew back to her position within the group and huffed. Nothing made sense anymore and even with her being trained she still longed for something to show her where she was supposed to be. Even within the Knight’s Obsidian, she still felt like even that was temporary. It was difficult for her to ever feel even a hint of solid foundation. Everyone present, could maybe die at some point or move on. Even the station they were currently standing in might be blown up and who knew, maybe even just simply disappear.

Whatever it was that was making the wolf irritable, she could place it, she just wasn’t really in the sharing mood. Not that she ever really shared anything with anyone and not that she wanted to talk about her feelings either. Golden eyes watched the ghost from time to time as they moved from the station. Occasionally she took note of their surroundings and paid attention to other people of their party. Although her situation was a little different due to being in wolf form, it seemed like a couple of others were not at all talkative either.

 

[Kyyrk]

Tags: Alkor Centaris | Redd | Gerwald Lechner | Naedira Darcrath | Vytal Noctura​

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Voph turned to look at Alkor as he spoke. He led. And it was how they came to this. Voph instinctively felt the core of his being begin to sink. He did not know what exactly had transpired on Tanaab, nor had he asked. But he knew it had resulted in the death of Naedira. A rather gruesome one at that. The sentiment that Alkor shared now, intended or not, seemed laced with regret. A feeling Voph knew all too well. To have your actions cause the death of another. As Voph stepped forward, hand out stretched, he paused before taking the ring. Almost as if the feeling of such a thing repulsed him. And to an extent, it did. Naedira had been bound to this ring for months. And Voph knew how it felt.​

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He'd been bound to his for millennia.​

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Voph took the ring from Alkor, and placed it securely in a hardcase on his utility belt. He drew a deep breath, and nodded to Alkor. "Let's get this done." He turned, and looked to the rest of the group. "The Temple is close by, but it's still quite a walk. Undergrowth is too thick for speeders, so we'll have to go on foot. The sooner we arrive, the sooner we can be done." Without another word, Voph turned and began to lead the way to the edge of the city, and out into the waiting jungle beyond...​

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[Vyse de Valorous]

Tag:
Goal: Treasure Hunting
Gear: BAW-88 Blaster Carbine, CSP “Sidekick” Charric Sidearm, Echoy'lii Shuk'orok (Echoy'lan Crushgaunts), Lightsaber, Squire Robes.

Vyse wondered though the thick jungle, it very alien to him. Vyse had never had experiences with any sort of jungle, certainly not in the last few years stuck on a ball of sand. But now was his chance to go anywhere as a Squire to the Knight Obsidian and he was going to take advantage of it. He had heard of this place, it's store of knowledge and frankly interesting jungle having led him here. Once on the world he heard about some ritual taking place, and more importantly to him, some treasure.

While Vyse intended to explore the world the idea of prestige for finding the relic and gaining a reward was too interesting to miss out on. He had set off to find it, taking longer then he had guessed due to the thick jungle. He brought with him his blaster, side arm, and his lent saber.

On the way he discovered the skeletal remains of some former soldier, noticing all but some strange gauntlets had rotted away. Vyse picked them up, they looking in fantastic condition dispute their location, the only thing wrong being the dirt on them. Vyse took a quick look around before putting them on, feeling instantly the nice sensation they gave off, he shrugged at the moral implications of grave robbing before wearing them as he walked in search of the Great Temple.

His head shot as he heard someone making a high pitched sound. He quietly moved over to look though the thick foliage, seeing a women and some droids. He quietly sighed to himself as they seemed to be not in any danger, and continued on his way set to arrive at the great temple.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

Location: Vylmira [Space Port]
Objective: Revive a loved one
Tag: Naedira Darcrath | Alkor Centaris | Redd | Kyyrk | Vytal Noctura | Asaraa Vaashe | The Monster

After Gerwald's question, more came still. Voph. The Miralukan had promised he would help, and it seemed as though he was keeping his word. The presence of the Nightmother disheartened Gerwald slightly, but he knew this was not going to be a simple task. The world around him became a blur as ghost of the woman he loved began to speak to him. It no longer mattered that others were present, even though there was still a hand close to reach for his squire. ​

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Her voice was familiar. It sounded as he remembered it. Where she had forgotten, Gerwald had not. ​

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“…Don’t be sad…” ​

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Gerwald shook his head as his eyes lifted up from the wolf at his side.​

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"I am not sad, not today," came his answer, his voice betraying just how tired he truly was.​

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How could he be sad. They were going to bring her back. By the time the sun set in the sky and rose again in the morning, Naedira would be free. ​

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Eyes looked back down to Redd. Something was bothering her, and it seemed to be about him. Why was she snubbing him? Gerwald was sharing this with her. As much as she was his squire, Redd had quickly become a packmate. Alwine was gone, his sister left. Redd was there, and the only other Lupine in the Confederacy. Yes, it seemed Gerwald was creating quite the interesting pack, but of them all Redd was his kind. There would always be a fondness the others would never know because of it. She was already more of a sister to him than Alwine had been since he joined the Confederacy. ​

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"That's not very nice," he scolded, "I don't know what's gotten into her. Her name is Redd," he explained to Naedira and those who had not met her.​

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Alkor seemed to ignore his presence as well, though he could not blame the man. His focus was on keeping a promise. It was ironic to see Alkor obsessing over keeping this promise. After the many times the man had talked to Gerwald about his own promises to Naedira, or anyone else for that matter, it seemed Alkor was forgetting his own advice. ​

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Eyes watched as the ring was placed into Voph's hands, then tucked into the utility belt. ​

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He sighed. ​

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It was going to be a walk through rough underbrush and thick forest terrain. Gerwald smiled at the thought. Dressed in his morph armor, the lupine shifted into a wolf as the group began to walk. If there were going to be in a forest, then Gerwald was going to enjoy it. Tired or not, there was always a certain energy he gained from being in this form. It would hurt nothing for him to remain this way until they reached their destination. Besides, as a wolf his squire might actually be more amenable to him. ​