Dominion Legends of Hidden Treasures | CIS Dominion of Nantoon Hex

[OOM-002-HONEYCOMB]

Location: Bazaar -- Belly Dancing Tent
Tag: OOM-001-JELLYBEAN | OOM-003-CUPCAKE | OOM-004-DONUT | GL3AM
Objective: These hips don't lie

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Security detail on a planet filled with sand, because that was something to assign a droid. Honeycomb could feel the grit and grain of the sand grinding in every joint and gear in his workings. Yes, Honeycomb identified as a man, and just any man, but a ladies man. The sand in his gears had been just the excuse he needed to make a "security inspection" of the activity in the belly dancing tent. ​

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Photoreceptors fell on a rather curvy woman who had, what Honeycomb would later tell Cupcake, hips for days. If he could have smirked Honeycomb might have done just that, however the droid lacked the proper amount of gears in his face to do just that. His Fun was interrupted anyway as a call for back up came over the comms.​

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It was his friend Jellybean. She had recently received a promotion, a fact that made any B1 both proud and nervous. Her area had been some of the side vendors hustling magic carpets and other mystical wares. Honeycomb got the heebee geebees just thinking about it all. There was too much space hocus pocus for his liking, and the things he had seen on holorecordings of the Clone Wars and Jedi had done to droids like him... extra down on the hocus pocus, but hey, their Vicelord was a Sith, so he wasn't going to complain.​

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Cupcake called out over the comms, he was on his way. Others chimed in as well, and Honeycomb knew he needed to as well.​

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Looking to the dancer, Honeycomb made a comment, "Keep shaking those hips luv... they certainly don't lie." If only he could wink.​

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It was back out into the sand, the gritty, nasty, sand. Oh, and he needed to check in.​

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"Cupcake, Jellybean... on my way. Oh... and uhhh... when this is over... oil baths all around. I have sand in places I did not know existed."​

 

[Epistor of Phasekion]

~ Objective: ...get out alive ~
~ Equipment: Ragged robes, lightsaber,
discus shard, holocommunicator ~
~ Xobos Yakieer ~ Cali Ziiva ~ Atropa Dei ~​

An avalanche of a single, person-sized regolith piece loosed down the ship's boarding ramp onto the valley bottom. Eustachya slowed from her jog to a leisurely walk as she followed after Xobos at a distance long enough to feel the semblance of freedom but also near to not displease her. When Cali fell into Stach's step, the blonde kept her gaze fixed in the sand on which the trio tread and only idly listened. She offered a shrug when asked a rhetorical question—she wasn't used to those. Finally, the conversation ceased, and Eustachya was more than happy to lay it down dead until she realized its fate hinged on her.

Names were power, power she didn't want Xobos to have—truthfully, she had enough—nor Cali, seeing as the two seemed to be seasoned companions. Still, as long removed as she was from her family and native culture, Eustachya did not intend to lie. Thus, the first idea that came to mind, the norm of shortening one's name to their that of origin whenever they wondered from it, she abbreviated.

Phaskion was all she was willing to offer either woman.

"Refer to me as Phas as you like."

Only as the unlikely group approached the cavern and heard the man berating the under dressed woman did 'Phas' look up with eyes shielded by her palm. One hand knotted in her robes, ready to be offended, until she wasn't. Her appendage dropped back to her side, ever near her saber, as the cat formed out of sand. At it, Eustachya only canted her head. The word conviction cast a spell, that of will sealed it, and both hers changed on a sand grain thrown her way by the dispelling visage: no longer was she to be a stoic bystander on this journey.

Her body contorted and flipped backwards to avoid another, larger upchuck, but unlike Cali she did not fight the inhale. Across it's sand-covered tongue, feet cutting thorough gritty taste buds, and down she went the cat's smooth, black esophagus, riding both the win's rip current and the flying rug of the Force that protected her from the crags. At one downturn, it flitted away faster than she fell, but then it was right...there...the Force's retreating coattail. Reaching out in every way but physical, Eustachya had just about held it when it pulled away at a sudden pace and she was careened into the obsidian floor. She fought against her jammed legs and sore back to stand. Her first few righted steps were wobbly, but when she focused on the new, more human-like figure rather than the flooring of its throne room, they quickly became more effortless.

She didn't dare speak though. Instead, she stopped a few strides on and swept the room for the unseeing eyes of Xobos's mask.

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

Objective: Search for Vampirika Artifacts
Equipment: Phase I Sovereign Armor | C-14 Heavy Blaster Pistol | Vas Oru's Lightsaber | Jathar Mila's Lightsaber
Tags: Xobos Yakieer | Cali Ziiva | Epistor of Phasekion | Gerwald Lechner | Ticca | Atropa Dei
Post: II​

As the male stood firm and prevented others from stepping into the cave, the woman stood silently, the engraved face upon the helm she wore seemingly matching that which lay hidden beneath. As she watched though, she noticed others beginning to pull themselves back and gasp in shock at something which she could clearly not see. Looking back towards the cave, she saw nothing, just a simple opening into the waiting chasm below. Then she watched as another group was quickly discharged from the mouth of the cave upon the waiting sands. Not long after did her face contort into one of confusion as she watched others begin to flail about in the open just before the cave.

"What the..."

She quietly whispered to herself as it appeared some people were deciding that moment was the perfect time to become one of those detestable mimes - while it appeared others were flailing as though trapped in quicksand or some other hazard. All the while the woman stood silently, questioning if it was she or they that had gone insane. Though the questions could wait, for when she felt the pull forward, she took a moment to steady herself before allowing it to draw her into the waiting cave.

As the others were drawn in together, the woman merely waited patiently until they began to fall into a large cavern. Quick reflexes and a quicker mind brought her to draw the lightsaber, quickly jamming it to the wall as an aid in slowing the fall. At the last moment, she would shut the blade off before kicking herself off of the wall, landing upon the floor below and slowly rising. As her eyes became accustomed to the darkness, she smirked softly, seeing what others couldn't.

Or perhaps it was the others that were seeing something that she couldn't within the cavern - though her eyes focused upon the individual at the far end and her own voice finally rang out.

"What Illusion?"

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

T R E A S U R E H U N T ​

Objective: Meet this pirate queen
Equipment: Lightsaber, Faceless Armor
Mental state: Intrigued
Tags: | Cali Ziiva | Epistor of Phasekion |
Post: #3



Walking into the maw of the lion was certainly what Xobos had expected to occur. What ended up happening was not exactly what was the idea, yet as they began to tumble and fall into the maw, her attention was quickly turned from falling into the endless darkness to the tumbling pink alien, crying out for her Miraluka to save her. Which, as soon as Xobos got her bearings, she attempted to do. With an outstretched hand, all of the concentration of her mind fell upon Cali, bringing her ever so closer to Xobos. Then again, then again, until the Miraluka was able to firmly grasp onto her hand and pull her close. The Zeltron was lifted up and onto her back, safe from the fall that was rapidly approaching.

“Ground, little master!” That deep voice was echoing through her mind just in time for Xobos to flip over and get her bearings. The time that could’ve been spent softening her fall had been mostly spent getting to Cali, though not all of it. Arms and legs shot out to spread out and begin to slow her descent, alongside a firm push downward. That force push continued until the very last second, which at that moment was served to send a shockwave force into the ground, cushioning the thud of her feet onto the obsidian ground.

With a grunt of pain, Xobos shrugged Cali off her back and collapsed to one knee, spent from the maneuver that she had somehow been able to pull off. That, alongside the paint that shot through her lower legs and knees, utterly knocked the breath from her loungs. “Well that could’ve been done with a little more grace.” His guttural laugh hit along the walls of her mind, prompting Xobos to actually respond aloud to the voice for one of the first times in the Zeltron’s presence. “Shut it, Ambrus…would’ve liked your two's help…”

Frustration from how the fall had gone beginning to simmer in the pit of her stomach, she rolled her shoulders back to expel some of that energy as she slowly stood, eyes focusing on the one that had addressed them. Instinctively she could feel her hand beginning to reach for her saber hilt. Of course, having things go well without the threat of violence would be nice, but it wasn’t as though Xobos was fully in the right mind at the moment. While her eyes looked above to where they had fallen through, the question of an illusion slipped her mind. Instead, the apprentice sought to get right to the point. “That is true. We,” she started, motioning toward Phas and Cali. “wish to request something of her. From her collection, as it would be.”



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[OOM-001-JELLYBEAN]

Location: Bazaar [ Near Magic Carpet Vendor ]
Tag: OOM-003-CUPCAKE | OOM-004-DONUT | GL3AM | OOM-002-HONEYCOMB [OPEN]
Objective: Keep the Peace - Then, Oil Bath?

“This is ANARCHY! Chaos!”

Jelly was currently running back and forth as quickly as it could while knobby knees wobbled this way and that. The ground was a little uneven on this backwater, not at all, like the clean, perfect, polished streets of Golbah City. The B1 had received details that OOM-004-DONUT was on the way but the angry vendor was getting more and more accurate with throwing pottery. “You are sabotaging your own profit margins!”

Onyx photoreceptors flickered for a moment the sounds of an explosion went off not too far away. Sensors tested the air. Smoke. Resin. Chemical compounds…Thermal Detonators? Things really were getting awfully dangerous. The threat level had raised by 15%. The civilians were losing their collective cool and had begun looking this way and that, waiting, it seemed, for the next hydrospanner to drop. “Hey! What are all of you looking—”

The B1 was cut off when a clay pot smashed against its charmingly painted head. “Hey! I wasn’t looking. You, sir, are a cheater.”

This apparently only seemed to make the human angrier. His vitals were sparking off the charts. He had moved from “acceptably displeased” to “irrational insanity” in a manner of nanoseconds. It was almost impressive. The blaster fire began again and the B1 only narrowly avoided it by using other carts and or vendors as shields. “The Confederacy thanks you for your sacrifice!”

“ GL3AM save Jelly! This human has short-circuited!”

Ah, thankfully, GL3AM arrived. Surely Jelly was safe now. The FABULOUS model was leveling a weapon with such fierceness and camaraderie that the amethyst and ivory droid puffed up a little bit and wagged the E-5 rifle at the human. Jelly was rife with artificial smugness. “Yes. Outnumbered!”

Rifle shake. Rifle shake, jiggle.

CUPCAKE arrived shortly thereafter and the B1 couldn’t have been prouder. Yes! The droid cry of despair worked just as well as an emergency beacon. They were legion! Well, they were four, but they were legion! “You’re a terrible human aren’t you. Selling faulty products?”

“Give him his fine, Cupcake. Mark it down—Write him up.”

HONEYCOMB was in the area. Where was he? No doubt, indulging his strange attraction to flesh bags. He would never know that the Auto-Chef in the Vicelord’s Office had been trying to ask him on a date for weeks. It was a sad, true, heartbreaking story of misbegotten love. A real tear-jerker like Fromeo and Huliet. Two crazy kids from Corellia. “Get here soon HONEYCOMB or else you might be coming for spare parts. I don’t need that trauma in this life. I had it in my last one. No thank you.”

Either way—Jelly started to take aim at the vendor again. At the last minute, he flipped it to stun. They really should avoid drawing blood. For now.

 

[OOM-003-CUPCAKE]

Location: Bazaar
Tagging: OOM-001-JELLYBEAN || OOM-002-HONEYCOMB || OOM-004-DONUT || GL3AM
Objective: Run away...save Jellybean

Crazy, all organic meatbags were crazy!

It seemed Cupcake had managed to find it’s way from the frying pan into the fire before he’d only been threatened by a man with a length of pipe now they were actually throwing things at them. Throwing things! What was it with the organics in this place, there must be something in the water…maybe that was why the spirits hadn’t worked. That must be it! Something in the water must be off, the droid made a note to inform Jellybean of its deduction. Command would be so impressed, they might even give out a shiny badge…or an upgrade to one of those super battle droids.

For a moment Cupcake let itself drift off, imagining what it would be like to soar through the sky, to have every stare at it in fear and awe.

“Good times.”

So caught up in its dream was Cupcake that it failed to notice the woman walking her dog crossing it’s path until it was almost too late, dog and woman watching the droid going down in a heap in an attempt to keep them from being crushed. It was just another sign of droid superiority that Cupcake was able to spring to its feet and rush off, tossing a jaunty salute back at the woman.

“Have a good day citizen and watch out, there are some crazy people in the market today. I’d go home If I were you!”

Cupcakes arrival on the scene was met with an outcry of relief, and why wouldn’t it. It was, after all, the future Super Battle droid…or medal recipient. Cupcake hadn’t really decided what it’s reward would be for solving the case of the crazy market…but it would be epic and awesome!

“Never fear! This seller is not the only one in the market with faulty goods! We should do an inspection, they’re trying to cheat our honest hard-working citizens!”

That was the kind of sentiment that would get you noticed by command…maybe they had the good booze stashed somewhere…that would be a good reward.

“You…person! Put down the pot and put your hands up we have you surrounded and…you attacked Jelly!”

This was a travesty, one of their own had been injured.

“Do you know how much paint costs, ticket ticket. You’re in so much trouble now!"

Now, where were those pesky forms?

 

[OOM-002-HONEYCOMB]

Location: Bazaar -- Belly Dancing Tent
Tag: OOM-001-JELLYBEAN | OOM-003-CUPCAKE | OOM-004-DONUT | GL3AM
Objective: No wonder this vendor is single

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“Get here soon HONEYCOMB or else you might be coming for spare parts. I don’t need that trauma in this life. I had it in my last one. No thank you.”

The message came through on the comms again. Was one vendor really that hard to deal with. If it wasn't for the fact he could never get any of the fleshbags to give him the time of day, HONEYCOMB would have likely just let the others handle it, well that and it was JELLYBEAN in trouble. Of all their particular designations, JELLYBEAN and CUPCAKE were the two 002 identified as "friends." Maybe it was because he found himself right in between them numerically, but it seemed fitting. At least they were better company than the Vicelord's Auto-Chef...

There was no need to answer as he was right around the corner when the call came in. He arrived in enough time to see JELLYBEAN get smashed in the head with cheap pottery. It seemed to scratch her paint job, and made CUPCAKE upset.

HONEYCOMB lowered his E-5 blaster, aiming it for center of the vendor's crotch. He had seen this in a holovid once. It knew what it was doing.

"Say goodbye to your two best friends," it said in a typical robotic tone.

At least he thought he did.

CUPCAKE was looking for the forms to make an official write up. Knowing 003, it left the forms sitting on the bar of some cantina somewhere. The B1 love its alcohol which made no sense to 002. They were droids. They could not drink. Granted, applying that logic made HONEYCOMB's quirk seem just as out of place.

He pulled out a pad and handed it to CUPCAKE.

"That is the fourth time this week," a hint of sarcasm crossed his words. "Next time and you will owe me your time allotment in the oil bath."

There was nothing like a good oil bath.

He looked to GL3AM and 004-DONUT.

"Find more of these faulty vendors and fine them all. The Vicelord will be pleased that we just solved the quarterly budget shortfall in one afternoon."

 

[Cali Ziiva]

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Objective: Xobos wants to find a thing, so find the thing.
Equipment: Lightsaber, Mechanics Kit, Holodex
Tag: Xobos Yakieer | Epistor of Phasekion | Atropa Dei | Amelia von Sorenn

Cali stretched out her hand toward the Miraluka. Her wide eyes watched the Sith Apprentice anxious to join hands as they fell. The Zeltron didn't know what was going on, but whatever it was it was all backwards. What kind of adventure started with being sucked into a hole? That was too scary to be fun or exciting.

Thankfully, the two partners in mischief managed to reunite. Though being slung around to glomp on Xobos' back hadn't been quite what Cali expected. She peeked around a helmeted head to watch as the ground steadily rose up to meet them. It looked like they were going to have a pretty bad landing too. Her pink fingers curled about Xobos' armor so they wouldn't get separated again.

After the rough landing, Xobos had Cali quickly dismount, which the Zeltron did without a fuss. Of course a moment was spared to look around the place they'd fallen, but with a lack of immediate threat the pink one's gaze swept back to the Miraluka. A quick blink followed a strange, snippy response to... uh, well someone? Whoever Ambrus was. There was another woman with them nearby... she didn't look like an Ambrus though. Maybe she was the second of the pair? Or was Ambrus a name for Phas? A look over at the Apparentice's Apprentice would probably quickly clear that up -- no.

"Xo," Cali breathed as she drew in closer with open palms kept barely from touching her pained love. Twisted lips and a pinched brow uncharacteristic of the Zeltron was soon followed by a tug on the Force. Her pink lips pressed together as she focused on directing the universal energy into Xobos to repair some of the damage she'd suffered. Like, maybe she could be better at this, but people were just squishy machines, and Cali was exceptional at fixing machines. It was the least she could do after what her Miraluka had gone through to save her.

 

[Atropa Dei]

The fingers that rolled atop the arm rest stopped when Amelia posed her own question in response. "What illusion?" A moment of silence reigned. "Oh, now that is unfair. You can't even see them?" The silver-garbed figure rose from the throne and cracked the butt of the spear upon the ground again. "Do you have any idea how many of those I prepared? I have had quite a lot of time to think about this. Quite a lot of time. And every mind and soul in this world has done nothing but feed me more ideas."

The armored figure slowly strode away from the throne as its voice rang through the chamber. "A fiery lake. Acid slime that oozes down the walls and fills the chamber. An inaudible, super-sonic wave that slowly drives someone insane. A source of gravity that shifts endlessly in every direction flinging a person about the room like a rag dog. Converting someone into a droid and having them serve me tea." Its gait slowed as the distance closed to within twenty feet of the assembled people. "We hadn't even drawn close to that level of illusion, and none of it matters. Well, it would, if you'd beg for the rest to be spared. That might be amusing, I suppose. How long since I played True Evil?"

With the butt of the spear resting on the floor once more, held in one hand, the figure leaned against it. "I don't recall. I think it was never worth the trouble."

Slowly the hood that covered the black void turned toward Xobos. "Request something? Of mine? As impressed as I am with your companion getting further than most, I don't see why I should part with anything of mine. I like watching all the interesting things people do trying to get in. All the forms the treasure takes in their minds. Especially the naive hunters; my challenge is the safest in the galaxy, after all." The voice had grown more localized the longer it spoke, and had begun to take on a faintly feminine tone. "Have you explored the bazaar? Perhaps they have something you'll like. I always keep them well supplied."

Tag: Xobos Yakieer | Cali Ziiva | Epistor of Phasekion | Gerwald Lechner | Ticca | Amelia von Sorenn

 

[Ticca]

Ticca folded her palms together and nodded in recognition of Gerwald's words. There was the odd rush of relief. "Gerwald then." Ticca repeated, relieved to drop the formality. It had always left an odd taste in her mouth and although it was required in addressing most of the Knights, it was a layer of distance that Ticca had always found awkward. Especially given her Miralukan heritage. To a Miralukan, all members of their race were referred to as family. And so, the title vanished without a trace.

Ticca had paused by the entrance in order to contemplate the meaning of the words with which the lion's maw had addressed them. Gerwald received a fractional raise of the eyebrow as he patted her on the back and attempted to reassure her that the true test was inside. "I figured given that we have met little resistance up here. I was merely trying to find out what the test might be, Gerwald." And so, she followed her master into the maw.

Only to suddenly find herself falling. Translucent walls of the tunnel pressed in and whirled around her, causing a slight panic to well up in her throat. The wind pressure kept the cloth of her mask pressed well against her face, restraining her movements as she tried to find her senior knight's aura form. "Gerwald?" She called out, straining against the wind. "Gerwald, you there?" She repeated, intent on confirming whether or not she was falling alone. After all, it would be harder to fool both her Miralukan sight and her ears. Ticca noticed a translucent floor zooming up towards her, the walls constricting around her widening slightly as if entering into a chamber. She struggled to stop herself, managing to slow her descent slightly as she skidded into the chamber on her butt, before using the forwards momentum to spring herself to her feet.

Scanning the chamber, Ticca noticed three things. Firstly, there was the almost blinding, Dark Side presence coming from the aura figure near the throne which was slowly coming towards them. She also noticed that there were three other people in the room, and one of them was wounded. One who was a Miralukan. Raising her hands slowly in the direction of the figure standing before them twenty feet away and the figure huddling over the wounded Miralukan, she started to approach. "I am a medic." She announced, walking slowly towards the huddled pair unless her senior Knight stopped her. Ticca tried to remain calm as the immense, nearly oppressive Dark Side presence talked of the various torturous illusions she had devised and the fact that playing True Evil was troublesome. Well that is good news at least. Maybe a mutual trade might be possible? Ticca coughed, and tried to regain her voice. "Perhaps we might offer an alternative. A trade, for your treasure? If you're trapped down here, you might want info of the outside?"

Gerwald Lechner Xobos Yakieer Cali Ziiva Amelia von Sorenn Atropa Dei

 

[Eternal Rapture]

In speaking with Atopa Dei it became clear if there was someone representing the humble world with a hidden treasure, she was it. Many had come to Nantoon seeking treasure; and though few ever found the spoils they sought, Atropa always tried giving her guests some pleasant surprises and challenges to stave off the boredom. The same couldn't be said for the militant or pirates that dropped in. No, their wares often became those of the Bazaar's -- where else would such a wide array of interesting merchandise be collected?

While Atropa hardly seemed inclined to let the Confederacy waltz in and take the treasure she'd guarded for centuries, she did agree to let the faction establish relations with the planet and even set up shop as it were. The Bazaar could always use a new means of material acquisition. And as a new world of the Confederacy Nantoon would be free to advertise itself to the masses as a world of wonder, excitement, and treasure that remain always just out of reach.​

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: xxx | TAG: Ticca
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There was something different about Gerwald and his behavior. Usually he would have been to speak less and just move into action, but the way he carried himself in this instance seemed a bit arrogant and cocky. He grinned passing through the maw as if there was nothing to worry about, but suddenly fell.

This was certainly a twist he had not expected.

Hair whipped about in the wind that blew, Gerwald falling at a fast rate. He could barely make out the words of the Knight he had been tasked with overseeing. He was going to have to teach her to use telepathy, or that this was a moment for it.

"I am here," his words pressed into her mind. His voice in her mind would sound a bit more carnal, as though the wolf inside Gerwald was speaking as well, for they were one.

He stood on his feet upon their landing. Determined steps carried him to the Miraluka who seemed to have no hesitance in addressing the dark presence that had greeted them upon their entry. He shook his head, though he applauded the effort. Gerwald had learned one thing in his encounters with dark siders was there usually no negotiating with them. They wanted something, and it was simply a matter of being able to give it to them. Information, that was rarely a thing dark siders needed.

"Whatever it is you want I am sure we can arrange it for you... what is it you want."

 

[OOM-001-JELLYBEAN]

Location: Bazaar [ Near Magic Carpet Vendor ]
Tag: OOM-003-CUPCAKE | OOM-004-DONUT | GL3AM | OOM-002-HONEYCOMB [OPEN]
Objective: Keep the Peace - Then, Oil Bath?

Jellybean threw it’s pointed head back and laughed, very robotically, and equally manically.

Yes.

Yes.

The B1 unit couldn’t help but place the suffering of the rude vendor on a pedestal. The flesh bag had ruined its hard-earned paint job and had managed to make a mockery of capitalism. Clearly, this evolved ape had failed his courses in Business Management 101. No matter. CUPCAKE and HONEYCOMB knew the meaning of brotherhood, and be there hail, or jedi, or sith, or inclement weather—This fool would be fined.

Jelly sidestepped a few other ill-placed blaster shots and eventually took a few of his own. The first hit some wayward customer, while the other, tagged the cloth to the tent. It didn’t seem to catch fire but that hardly seemed to matter when an explosion had just rocked the Bazaar proper behind them. The B1 reached up and brushed some of the pottery dust away from its photoreceptors before jumping back to attention. E-5 upright. It seemed that the vendor still wanted to push his luck. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“But, as you humans say at pivotal moments, extremely, overdramatically in holo-films: Make my day.”

It seemed that 001 didn’t need to take another shot because HONEYCOMB came around the corner, almost in slow-motion, and Jelly could have swooned. If it were a full-on blood bag like these sad-sack organics. Thankfully, it was only a matter of superiority. For some reason, though, it seemed that HONEYCOMB didn’t pull the trigger. Well, why not?

Jelly stalked forward with purpose and re-aimed his E-5 at a much closer distance. It agreed with the initial assessment of 002. Fines were not enough. Shoot it. In the creeper peeper—Target acquired. It fired while CUPCAKE was still looking for forms and made a noise of affirmation when the vendor dropped his weapon and fell backward into assorted pottery, all the while, clutching at his groin.

Stunned indeed.

JellyB tossed her E-5 back over her shoulder and his head swiveled to the right, before her carapace followed, and it began to stalk away with purpose. “I’ll be back.”

Picking at the comm frequency again it hailed down some additional assistance.

“Clean up on aisle three. Big dummy, big boom, and blaster holes. It’s totally—“, another explosion went off not far away, smaller this time, but substantial enough to make the exit look super cool and planned. “—Totally contained. The crooked vendor has been fined. Roger Roger.”

Using its E-5 in a way that was entirely dignified it signaled for the other droid units in the area. Clearly, it had something important to say. “Victory, this day, is ours! To the oil baths!”

It was all so epic. With the pottery clay on its faceplate, it looked a little like stripes. JB could have totally passed for an OPA patriot who spurred a revolt against the First Order when the love of her life [definitely, her own face-plate] was slaughtered. She was leading armies into war, advancing in the ranks, and destroying these thrones of false profits these vendors sat rotund arses on. JELLYBEAN would become a symbol of freedom and success for droid-kind everywhere.

Eat it, B R A V E H E A R T.

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

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T R E A S U R E H U N T ​

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Objective: Meet this pirate queen​

Equipment: Lightsaber, Faceless Armor​

Mental state: Angered​

Tags: | Cali Ziiva | Epistor of Phasekion | Atropa Dei |​

Post: #4​

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“Perhaps if you had asked…or released yourself to our help, then you wouldn’t be injured right now. Consider that, our little master…” It wasn’t often than Lagos spoke to her anymore. More often than not it was either Ambrus or Ora, and even then, it was most likely Ambrus. When he did speak, Xobos’s attention was always caught, and knowing that she had frustrated, or even angered them, made her know that the rest of the night would be an absolutely horrid ride back. One tortured with visions of days long past that still haunted her mind. Because of this, and knowing that there was no real way of going back, Xobos was about to launch into a poison laced retort of her own. That was, of course, before a strange feeling came over her.​

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Her gaze was pulled from the hooded figure to see Cali, standing close with her palms face up to her. It didn’t click at first, having never seen nor experienced the force working in this way before, but her knees began to feel rejuvenated, and the same went for her ankles. Almost as though they were being healed. It was obvious to her now that whatever Cali was healing, or at least perpetuating the feeling of health. After only a few moments, Xobos could feel herself standing taller, with her mind and body much more focused on the task. Because of this, with a clearer mind, her response to the voices came in a much more….measured tone.​

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“I apologize for snapping. You know as well as I do how the moment can cloud my mind.” There was no answer immediately from the voices, outside of a quiet “hmm.” They seemed pacified enough, at least for now. That meant that there was time to deal with whatever this…thing was that stood before the group. It was powerful, whatever the thing was. The words that flowed from it’s hooded visage teased them, seeming almost pointed toward Xobos for daring to make a request of the thing. One big, scary being wasn’t going to scare the apprentice from her goal, however. Especially not with the backing of two of her closest allies.​

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Her hands slowly raised toward her shoulders, palms facing the being. Voice clear, pointed, yet respectful, began to come from the apprentice. “Your bazzar..would not the item that we seek.” She started, making motions to Cali then to Phas. Of course, in truth, they were mainly here for the item that Xobos sought after. The being didn't need to know that just yet though. “You have something in your procession that would mean greatly to me to receive. It’s a holocron. One of very old power.” A little wave of her hand now in a slightly dismissive motion. “I would not ask for this without also asking for what you would like in return. That would only be fair, yes?”​

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[Atropa Dei]

"It would be." A lone finger slowly tapped the length of the spear in her grasp. "But you aren't carrying an equally old and powerful holocron with you."

Slowly the being straightened up and tapped the end of the spear on the floor once more. The wall at the far end of the chamber began to descend into the ground to reveal several small piles of lavish riches. Beyond them various artifacts could be found carefully cataloged and put on display on shelves and pedestals.

"I possess the treasure of a great tomb raider, and I do not give them away to anyone that comes along. Or perhaps you are not aware of the reputation my cave holds?" Atopa's voice held a soft inflection of patient suffering. Was it not enough these people had seen through her game? They should feel terribly honored to be so talented. Well, one of them. They seemed to know one another, however, so fortunate them. Now one sought to obtain a treasure for their 'effort.' They'd not even set foot and explored the facade to speak of any effort! What frustrating people these were. Not that Atropa would have been inclined to share her spoils with anyone regardless of circumstances.

Tag: Xobos Yakieer | Cali Ziiva | Epistor of Phasekion | Amelia von Sorenn

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

T R E A S U R E H U N T ​

Objective: Meet this pirate queen
Equipment: Lightsaber, Faceless Armor
Mental state: Intrigued
Tags: | Cali Ziiva | Epistor of Phasekion | Atropa Dei |
Post: #5



And there was the kicker than Xobos had been expecting. She didn’t have anything to trade. Really an oversight on her own part, thinking that maybe she would find the holocron in a desolated, abandoned tomb. Not that she was going to need something to trade, so to speak. Now, it seemed as though she was stuck. Though to say that she did not know what she was walking…falling into, dragging her comrades along, was not true. There had been expected dangers, just not an actually alive one.

“No, my lord, I do understand the great treasures your tomb holds. I understand your power as well, being that you collected this much wealth. To do so would require you to be..” she paused, searching for the right word, before just laughing lightly and shrugging. “powerful.” Maybe she was buttering the being up too much, or trying too hard. But there was little she had at this point beyond that. And this was probably something the being knew.

With a heavy sigh, Xobos slowly began to reach up to her head, removing the helmet from her head so that the being and her could be face to face for the first time. A short whistle toward the pink alien to get her attention, and the helmet was tossed in her direction, followed by a mouthed ‘thank you.’ Her attention then moved back to this mysterious being, approaching the throne but staying at a respectable distance. “I understand your frustration as well. People into your tomb to just steal your objects. Admittedly, I might’ve been here to do this as well. But..” The miraluka paused, hands moving to a palms up position, facing the ghostly woman.

“I’m not going to engage in any sort of forced combat with you. This is your domain, your place of power. For me and my comrades to come here and disturb that would not be good for either of us, I imagine.” Another pause, this time to allow the apprentice to gather her thoughts, and debate whether or not this was a really good idea whatsoever. Greed was beginning to win out at this point, but the hesitation to dive into the deep in was still nagging at the recesses of her mind. “What is it you ask of me? You must be already able to tell what I can offer you. Name your price for the holocron, please.”

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[Cali Ziiva]

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Objective: Xobos wants to find a thing, so find the thing.
Equipment: Lightsaber, Mechanics Kit, Holodex
Tag: Xobos Yakieer | Epistor of Phasekion | Atropa Dei

Xobos had made a few odd-ball comments, which had the pink one confused, but now wasn't the time for that. Instead, worn from restoring her Miraluka's well-being, the Zeltron lingered Xobos sought the treasure she'd come for. Part of her wanted to wrap her slight pink arms about the Sithling and drag them away to safety. Of course it was a hard galaxy, but that only emphasized a Zeltron's heritage all the more -- there were better things to do than fight over material possessions.

A blink of bright eyes followed Xobos removing her helmet. Suppose this was less of a public place, and maybe face-to-face might butter this strange one up. Cali's measurements of Dei, however, suggested it'd be a little harder than that. Not that the white-garbed entity felt tense, but...

Huh? Just as sudden was the abrupt appearance of a helmet in her hands. Cali's wide eyes soon returned to their usual size before she grinned. It was better when they were together or talking with one another. Who needed all this work? There had to be somewhere fun to relax on the planet, after all.

 

[Atropa Dei]

Silence followed Xobos' words for nearly half a minute with the robed figure's empty cowl turned toward the blind woman. "This place has no power. I am the power. In fact, I am power. Have you any idea how long I've been here watching over my precious possessions?" The spear suddenly whirled in several consecutive circles at the figure's side, an idle twirl as she spoke. "And they are mine," she emphasized perhaps needlessly. "Much as I liked Maz, I know her tale already. As should you, if you came here."

The butt of the spear snapped against the ground once more. "So, entertain me. Give me something I cannot take for myself. Nothing holds me here. I've smashed ships in orbit straight into the desert for seeking to waste my time or harm the men and women of the bazaar. You've come this far. You seek power. Entertain me, or your ship might be next and you won't get to return to this wonderful, thoughtful man."

Atropa knew more of the world than she should being on the planet. She never left. No magical teleportation power here. Just the ability to witness things far and wide from the comfort of her throne. That said, year after year after year of watching did grow a smidge dull. No one ever addressed her. Talked to her. She wasn't out there waving her hands about causing mischief like these women. So, seeing how they'd dispensed with the festivities it was time for them to entertain her. Though Atropa doubted any mere action they took would convince her to surrender the holocron. A limited engagement with the women soon parted and she watching from afar once more...

Tag: Xobos Yakieer | Epistor of Phasekion | Atropa Dei

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

T R E A S U R E H U N T ​

Objective: Meet this pirate queen
Equipment: Lightsaber, Faceless Armor
Mental state: Intrigued
Tags: | Cali Ziiva | Epistor of Phasekion | Atropa Dei |
Post: #6



“Entertain me.”

Xobos’s eyes widened slightly at hearing this from the robed and hooded woman, a slow smirk glancing across her face as she finally began to understand what this game was all about. The voices too seemed to understand, as evidenced by the discussion beginning to form between them. “It seems as though our illusionist is really just looking for a reason to entertain her..” Ora started, before Ambrus butted in with his own gruff voice. “which means..she’s bored, little master…” Now that, that might just offer the opportunity that the apprentice had been looking for this entire time.

See, the Miraluka didn’t have anything she could really trade for the holocron. And fighting for it would lead to all of them being killed. Neither exactly seemed like a great option at this point. But the woman was fishing for entertainment, and this was absolutely something that the little apprentice could offer. Smirk still wide on her face, Xobos folded her hands behind her back, beginning to pace back and forth in front of the throne, blind eyes looking into the darkness shrouded by the hood of the figure.

“You ask for entertainment..” she started, boots clicking against the floor as she continued to pace, eyes never leaving Atropa’s. “Which is completely reasonable. Kark knows how long you’ve been sitting here..in the darkness. Waiting for one such as I to come and entertain you to the point of not being bored for a while. Yet that boredom will always set in, won’t it?” She stopped pacing now, right in front of the throne, arms stretching out to her sides to motion at the illusioned room. “All the illusions in the galaxy can’t bring back the thrill of raiding startships and travelling the galaxy, now can it?”

Xobos sighed, letting her arms fall to her sides, eyes glancing away from the hooded figure to meet Cali’s for just a moment. The offer she was about to make may not make the pink alien happy, but it was their only real shot at getting out of this mess. “What I offer you..” Her voice, echoing through the room as she turned to face the woman once again. “Is that life of adventure you seek once again. I help rule a planet, Illyria, near the edge of what is now called Confederacy space. I offer you the chance to join me there, begin a life anew.”

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[Atropa Dei]

A minute of silence reigned after Xobos made her offer.

"No." Atropa settled back into her throne. "You 'help' rule Illyria. A world for the longest period consumed by war over who would be king. Not a soul was worthy of the task, and so the present Ruler of the world had the Confederacy come along and help secure it for himself. You," a lone finger lifted to point at the Miraluka, "are their Sith Apprentice. You suffer under his guidance to become stronger, and you carry out the tasks assigned to you in payment for that instruction. You see, I have no need to travel anywhere in the galaxy. I can see it all from right here on a world I protect with men and women above living their lives blessed by the abundance I bring them."

"Still, your effort to tempt me with raiding starships and traveling the galaxy was... an effort at amusement." Atopa then leaned her upper body forward toward Xobos. "Tell me why you want the holocron. The truth. I can see and hear much without moving from this spot; I have no patience for lies. Tell me, and you might be surprised. That," and the robed figure leaned back once more, "and I desire the resources of your Confederacy. Supply lines. Trade. My Bazaar could use a more stable means of goods and services than crashed pirate vessels."

Tag: Xobos Yakieer | Epistor of Phasekion | Cali Ziiva