Private May the Glitter Bombs Be with You

[Serana]

THe lushness of the worlds jungles rushed below her. The wind under her wings made the purple feathers glisten when she rose on the currents. The feeling of the force around her protecting her eyes from the wind that was going. She had been practicing with speed and how to move best around on some of the planets. Her own worlds gravity higher than other worlds which went a long way to making her feel heavier at times... some of these worlds she could move around faster. She used the currents to rise up higher into the air and looked down as she adjusted and used it to hold herself in place high above. She was here to practice... to travel and explore but there was always the bigger chance of meeting strange new people... like Jegy or that blonde chickadee she had met which had been cool even if she was super pale from being all sithified now.

Her eyes caught some attention and it was moving out of the ground. Large, slim colored with a thick hide from whaat she could see and it was looking up towards her. Roaring and she could feel it from the distance in her bones... the rattling was there as she debated what to do and resolved. her hooves shifting to tuck in as she prepared to dive bomb sending herself forward and down towards it. The beast rearing up and letting a massive roar out while blister sacks on its back gleamed with the pulse of life for a moment.... it had attacked people now or earlier... maybe it was why the force had guided her to this place and it was consuming their essence. She felt her blood pumping in her ears... the feeling in her body a tremble before she focused on the force and how to stop it.

Her interface chirped as it identified the creature as a leviathan... a sithspawn that was dangerous but vulnerable to the power of a jedi.. specifically it recommended using force light and she resolved mentally to do that... Focusing the force while she flicked her eyes to close to interface and was picking up speed. Using the momentum to add to her chase of the thing she channeled the force into the horn upon her head. SHe could feel it and opened her wings unfurling them as the wind caught them in an updraft rush and she stopped rearing her head back. THe force light channeled through her horn in a massive blast as it came out and went down into the creature. The reports said that victims in the sacks could rarely be recovered unles you got them out right away but once they started being fed on it was usually too late.

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The strike of the force came and she impacted the roaring beast when she got close right into its mouth as the force light webbed through its skin and across it. Making the beast stop for a moment and look at her with vengeance and hatred and she could feel the gaze on her skin... if looks could kill she would be gone and not even dust smaller than that... less than the atoms that made it up the look was so intense. Still she could also see the energy seeing out and the blast knocked over several trees when she touched onto the ground and stood there. Her eyes flicking around... her head moving to try and see all that was done when she brought her wings in and tucked them close using the force to reach out and sense. Her interface went over her eyes and she was looking more at everything else.

She had come herre to explore, to fight if need by but the chance for the jedi to find something... anything after the fall of Coruscant was needed. They might be able to get more for themselves. She had a chance to help as she moved with her wings tucking in, hooves going forward on the uneven dirt... it reminded her of Yavin but this was Mimban and she had heard ruins, cults and powerful crystals abounded here... also more things.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Mud squelched underfoot with every step, thick enough to make a body forget what dry socks felt like. Scherezade deWinter didn't care. She liked the muck. Truth be told, she rarely actually had to go through it nowadays, since life was treating her a lot better than it had during the first couple of years after being released from the pebble. She didn't even really need to hunt for food anymore. But some things she had to do in the past had clung to her, tighter than the fart molecules on a Hutt, and she still loved to go hunting just for the thrill of it. And of course giving proper respect to the animals she hunted, by eating them afterwards.

Which was exactly why she'd come to Mimban. The planet was well known for old ghosts and hungry cults, but the Sithling was here for the promise of strange beasts that no one would miss were she to kill them. And eat them. The Force shivered around her, just a moment before she heard it.

Roaring.

A sound deep enough to rattle bone, the kind that made animals run and brave people pause. Scherezade paused too, looking up with curiosity. Her green glowing eyes narrowed as she tilted her head back, gaze climbing up through the canopy. The sky flashed. Force Light. Something ancient and dangerous was up there, and someone was already fighting it. Buttholes, she thought. It was supposed to be hers.

Still, she grinned.

That meant it wasn't her problem… yet. But the Force tugged at her gut like a leash anyway. Annoying thing. "Fine," she muttered, tugging the knife from her boot and sniffing at it, as though she needed to do that to know it was properly cleaned since its last use. The trees around her shuddered again, a shockwave of Force crashing through them like a tidal wave. Leaves dropped like dead flies. Somewhere nearby, a monster screamed.

Scherezade followed the noise quietly, but happily.

By the time she reached the edge of the ruined grove, the thing was twitching, but not yet dead. And across from it stood a horse with wings and a horn, still glowing with the aftertaste of Light.

Some would expect the Sith to react with fear. Or wonder. Or reverence. Scherezade lived to defy expectations though. She looked at the giant Pegasus and openly squee'd.

Yes, she could feel the Force around the big pony, could scent its species (for the first time), catalogue it in her blood-memories, and let her knife drop.

"Oh my Force!" she screamed like the last fangirl alive, "You're a unicorn!"

Careful approach? Not needed.

Bowing head in respect? Pfft, not for her.

Instead she almost bounced to where Serana stood over beast, and held out like one would to a canine to offer trust, and she smiled from ear to ear.

"Hello pretty thing," she cood, "You are so pretty!"

 

[Serana]

Scherezade deWinter

The air was thick with the scent of ozone and the jungles leaves, the aftermath of the ferocious duel. The fight had been something… different. She had expected it, prepared herself as a Jedi to do battle with many things—fearsome beasts, ruthless bounty hunters, even the dark side's whispers. But this? This had been a tempest of pure, unbridled energy, a clash that left the very air humming. Her opponent, a hulking creature of shadow and fury, was now a dissipating wisp of charred husk and smoke against the tangled undergrowth.

But it was the moment after, the silence that followed the storm, that truly threw her off-kilter. The woman had appeared as if from thin air, her movements as quiet as a falling petal. She hadn't made a sound until she spoke, her voice a soft, almost ethereal melody in the ringing quiet of the jungle. As the Jedi master turned, she felt a sudden jolt in the Force—a powerful, almost overwhelming surge of energy radiating from the newcomer. The woman, with her wide eyes and a smile that seemed to light up the gloom, was a conduit of raw power.

"T-T-Thank you," the Del-ya said, her voice a little shaky, a little breathless. She stood there, a vision of vibrant life against the monochrome backdrop of the scorched jungle. She had called her a "unicorn," a word that wasn't entirely true but explaining an Alicorn well.... she had rarely had to explain it or reveal it to others, so she wasn't certain how to respond. Her mind, usually so disciplined and focused, was racing, trying to navigate this unexpected social encounter. Mentally, she was taking leaps and bounds to try and improve her conversational skills with this woman, her instincts kicking in to forge a connection.

"The jungle is dangerous," the Jedi said, her voice steady despite the internal chaos. "Did you get lost?" Her words were a simple, practical question, she felt a stir of something and it was curiosity, a genuine desire to know more about this woman who had appeared just as the battle ended. "I am jedi master Serana and I am here to be able to help where I can."

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

For others, the scene would be one in which they would know to be wary. A dangerous unknown animal that could speak and oozed with the Force? Danger. But for Scherezade? In her mind, it was like opening to a new page in one of those old books that had small colorful parts that popped up. This page was one of dark forboding and dangerous beasts in the background, but in the middle of it was a big, beautiful, shiny unicorn with a horn, and the unicorn could speak!

She almost drowned herself in the scent that she picked up from her (and absolutely assumed her gender), something she had never taken in before, something new, something wild, something. Something she wanted to know more about. Who needed to hunt for food when they had a unicorn?!

"You can talk!" Scherezade gasped with wonder. The sense of fairytale magic was still ebbed very thickly in her senses.

Suddenly, she realized the scene she was in.

A small cough later, Scherezade stood up a little straighter, just before giving the unicorn a respectful curtsy.

"I am not lost, oh beautiful one," she said, her voice a little deeper than usual, and somehow also a little higher in pitch at the same time, "And you must not fear the dangers of this jungle. I am far worse than anything you can find here, and I shall endeavor to protect you with my blood and with my life if I must."

Full. Of. Awe.

But wait! Unicorn! Unicorns had horns! Scherezade knew the lore well. Unicorns had horns, and only maidens could approach them. In some tales, only maidens could even see them. And the problem was, that Scherezade was very much not a maiden. Were the stories wrong?

More words and… Jedi?

The mental image of the pop up book shattered in the Sithling's mind. Jedi. No, it wasn't a bad word. She knew Jedi. Had some Jedi friends. Like all other people, some of them were great, and others sucked.

But now, instead of continuing with her revere, her muscles relaxed a little and she started to step closer, trying to see as many angles of this Serana as she could.

"You're a unicorn and a Jedi Master," she repeated, testing the words on her tongue. Two very rare drops, one zone. Well, to be honest, one rare drop. The unicorn. "Is the horn part of your nervous system?" came the next question, the child-like curiosity not even attempting to masquerade as anything else, "Is it true that unicorns only show themselves to innocent maidens? Because I'm totally not one. Also, do the wings come off when you go to sleep?"

Serana

 

[Serana]

Scherezade deWinter

Serana listened, her own calm looks belying the gentle flurry of her thoughts. The woman before her had called her 'beautiful one', her eyes a little wider than normal as she took in the sight before her. She was listening intently, and her voice, though filled with a thousand questions, was manic or crazed. The woman had asked so many things, about Serana's strange appearance, about the horn on her head, about the wings she naturally had. Serana felt a momentary surprise herself; the woman had seemed shocked that she was able to speak. It made Serana wonder what kind of world the woman came from, a world where compassion wasn't offered freely.

A flicker of confusion crossed Serana's mind as the woman's final question echoed. A strange word that she didn't really get. "Ah, they tuck in and it is made from the same stuff as my teeth," Serana said, a warm, reassuring smile on her lips as she tilted her head showing her horn was have been. "And yes, I am a Jedi Master. One of the few of my species to leave our world, but I trust in the Force's plans." She knew the word "Alicorn" would have only brought more questions, more confusion. "Ahh, as for you not being a maiden..." Serana began, her tone softening even further, "does that mean what I think it means?" She said it, not needing more in explanation.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

None of the confusion on Serana's face registered in Scherezade's mind. She was a unicorn! And the Sithling didn't know how to read unicorn facial expressions, and neither was she particularly bothered to see if she could check anything with the Force, especially when her nerves were actively working to block the whole Jedi part of it. There weren't any worthy Jedi in the fairytales Scherezade knew, and she wasn't about to break her heart over a unicorn not being worthy.

Besides… The unicorn said her wings were made of the same thing as her teeth! It took every little ounce of self control for the Sithling to not just reach out and check the validity of that statement with the tips of her fingers. The question the unicorn asked though… That did take Scherezade by surprise.

And normally, really, Scherezade wasn't one to blush. But meeting a real life unicorn was akin to a child meeting the real tooth fairy, and somehow the entire topic of conversation felt incredibly uncomfortable.

"It just means I've had certain experiences," she shrugged when she found the words that could explain it without actually saying what it was, "but it's okay. We can assume that was just a piece of lie inside the myth. How does a Unicorn become a Jedi? Are there more of you?"

Her eyes flew quickly to the unicorn's back and wings. She really wanted to ask for a ride.

It was taking everything in her not to ask for it.

And more than everything to not just jump on her back and yell wheee!

 

[Serana]

Scherezade deWinter

And they were moving on with it was good... avoidance was important as she moved forward a little, largely more comfortable in her position. "There are many more on my homeworld, unicorns are essential to using the force among the Del-Ya." She said it proud as she stood a little taller a little prouder. The mud of the jungle might be dirty but she could handle that as they were going forward with the conversation. "And when the Republic came to the world the jedi came with them. They seemed to welcome us or at least wanted to have force users who were not going to join the sith." She said it and wasn't a zealot about it she had once she was able to poured over books and the archives to learn how first encounters with other force using species went and guiding them to be part of the order was an aspect. From her position though she moved her mane to the side so it was out of her face. "Though it is not as common, the order is good but most temples and cities are not made for those without thumbs."

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Serana

Del-Ya. Scherezade had never heard of the place, but now she carefully logged it inside her mind, taking note to look it up later. Her basic assumption was that she'd find nothing on the public records, but she had her own little access to less than legal information that might probably assist her in finding more out.

"Eww, Republic," the Sithling snorted at the mention of it. While she hadn't actually been one of the Agents of Chaos leaders, her sentiments still fell in line with what they had done.

But she understood the sentiment about no thumbs. Scherezade proudly had two of them, but she knew the galaxy wasn't overly friendly to anything or anyone that was ever so slightly different from the mass produced mold.

"So you're not a mythical creature of lore and magic," she nodded, though none of the awe vanished from her face. She could acknowledge that reality wasn't a fairytale. But she could acknowledge even harder that she was face to face with a unicorn and she was going to milk the moment for all it was worth, "but still a unicorn with a horn and wings, and your wings are made of teeth. That is so ridiculously cool!"

Scherezade took another step forward. Still not touching, but now close enough to do so. The only thing she needed though was to not make the unicorn angry at her.

"Can I…" she asked, a childlike glee overtaking her expression, "May I, I touch your wings? Can I sit on your back and we can fly?"

 

[Serana]

Scherezade deWinter


She listened and she might have to explain her wings weren't teeth it was her horn.. she had misspoken but spreading her wings more as she brought them in and moved to the side so that she could. To give her a chance to feel the feathers. SMall equipment packs were under her wings and close to her body with food and supplies. Her eyes watching the woman who well she didn't feel like a jedi but she also didn't feel like she had hostile intent... she kind of seemed like how a handful of others did... excited, nervous, wanting to do things only dialed up... to eleven. Serana was thinking about it and she wasn't going to tell her no... not from fear but because it would be rude to not answer or let her. "Sorry I am not mystical, though my world does have some weird things according to the people who visit.... so who knows."