Public Night Jinks

[Serrin]

Serrin snuck out of the Coven housing. There was cots in her room, sisters fast asleep or in a magick meditative state. Grabbing an onyx colored bag, and laying a scroll on the scarlet red sheets of her bed, she headed into the hall. A Night Mother was patrolling, levitating a emerald green ember for light, Serrin dashed around a corner as the wood floor boards creaked. Once the motion ended, she headed outside where the gnarled hut roofs looked like brooms.

Time was of the essence, the transport at the far side of Dathomir had been granted passage to the surface due to cargo that was valuable to the Night Mother, all assorted of disgusting vials and phials of roots, fluids, and powders. Serrin was never one for studying the apothecary arts.

As she made it to the transport, she saw the great silver cargo ship loading some infant Rancors, the price no doubt for the supplies. Serrin waited for her moment, to run up tue ramp and be home free, when she felt a tug at her bag.

“Where are you going?”

The voice made Serrin grow cold. She turned to see a Nightsister.

“Of course Nivena,” thought Serrin.

No matter how hard she tried she could not shake her, Nivena always seemed to read her thoughts.

“You know why..” replied Serrin.

Nivena gave a cold smork with her black rose lips.

“If you leave you will become an exile.”

Serrin scoffed and crossed her arms.

“I don’t care! I want to see the galaxy! Not be trapped her until I’m ugly and old like the Mother Superior!”

Niva shook her long silver hair which fell to he lower back.

“You are in one of your moods, reasoning with you is futile.”

Serrin sighed.

“I have to do this.. can’t you understand?”

Nivena nodded.

“We must all follow our own path. Yours it seems will take you to places beyond Dathomir.”

Nivena approached Serrin and placed her hand under her chin, like a towering sister she pressed the Young Nightsister to her.

“May The Spirit Ichor protect you.”

Serrin smiled and being released took her bag and ran up the ramp, halfway up she looked back to her Big Sister and there was only puff of emerald smoke. Serrin shed a tear and boarded as the engines primed and the ramp rose up and closed.

Inside Serrin sound crates of all sizes, a cage of two Rancors that snapped their tiny mouths, and some boxes that made a pyramid. Positioning herseld behind the boxes Serrin pulled her scarlet hood over her face to hide the dried tears that marked her face, creating crosses when combined with her tattoos.

Serrin was excited, but now as she was really leaving Dathomir she felt homesick. What a drag that already she was missing home.

As the ship left the vermillion sky, and waded in the shaols of shadow and stars, the hyperdrive came online and the jump jolted the titan vessel and was in the stream of light.

Serrin was curled up against a box, her cloak acting as a blanket when she heard a stir and then a box fell from atop. Standing up she looked and then there was something dashing past.

Uneasy she said aloud, “Show yoursslf!”

With snap of her gray and ash fingers an ember of Ichor appeared. Serrin followed the sound till she came across a bigger box that shook, one side of it opened so that four corners stuck out. Bending down with her ember to light the inside she saw a frightened little girl. Instead of hair she had two tentacle like lekku, and two grest big eyes with a blue that was as bright as topaz. She looked about ten, and her skin was yellow and her clothes tattered brown garments, one a ratted cloak.

“Hey.. hey there, don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”

The Little Twi’lek shook all over, and buried those big eyes in her chest. Serrin placed her hand om her shoulder.

“It’s gonna be ok. What’s your name?”

The Little Girl peeked up and said in a shy and soft voice, “Tara..”

Serrin smiled, and sat beside the little girl who instinctively leaned against the The Nighsister.

“I get scared sometimes too. But my Big Sis taught me to sing when I am afraid. You want me to sing something?”

Lara nodded as she laid her head on Serrin’s lap.

“Dath-o-Mir, My only home! Always near, I will never fear long as I hold you dear. The smoke will clear, the light appears, long as I - hold you dear, Dath-o-mir..”

Lara drifted asleep at the song, and Serrin shed more tears. Niw that she was on an adventure far from home, she realized how much she cared about Dathomir.

The Nightsister drifted off asleep, what night jinks awaited who knew, what Serrin was sure of, is that no matter what she was a Nightsister of Dathomir.

 

[Lucky Pride]

It was important to say that what happened was NOT Lucky's fault.

When he left that grim life of servitude and dehumanization behind one of the things Lucky swore he'd never go back to was flying cargo vessels, at least not for a while anyway. That experience was soiled for him as the memories of yelling, insults and borderline torture flooded his mind against his will. It was so dark the things that happened on that desolate world, there wasn't such a thing as mercy in that place just a desire not to ruin the merchandise. Merchandise...what a joke. He'd decided to cut off that point in his life by creating new experiences to define his life story and yet he found himself co-piloting a cargo vessel headed for Dathomir, a place legendary for its hellish creatures and even more nightmarish women. To a sane person the planet would be blacklisted in fact, it was, this supply run was illegal, off the books. That'll make it easier to cover up what happened to the Captain.

Fun fact: Balmorran Ale is some of the strongest in the galaxy and two bottles of it will pretty much mute your senses. It was the captain's final biology lesson as he drunkenly sauntered to the seal protecting the Rancor cages and stepped inside to give the beasts their daily feeding.

At least he accomplished his task.

Now the de-facto captain of the Drunken Rancor (ironic name) Lucky was ready to get back to exploring the stars with a few extra credits in his pocket (he graciously offered himself to the captain's share) when he encountered a dream-shattering issue. The navicomputer.

You see smugglers like the captain needed to cover their tracks in case the law ever caught up to them so the drunken bastard locked the navicomputer with a voice code and unless Lucky could somehow get those Rancors to cough up his voicebox the only place he could jump to was a large asteroid belt with a mining base stationed on one of the larger asteroids. The captain seemed to be meeting a contact at the station and now his misfortune would be Lucky's blessing.

“Show yourself!”

Well, his and whoever was on the ship apparently...

"Hey!" He shouted. "I'm the only one allowed to benefit from this situation!" Lucky rummaged through his dirt-covered satchel, red from the sands of Dathomir and frantically emptied it for a decent weapon. "Sponge...slice of cheese...automatic blaster...AHA!!" Lucky pulled out the most dangerous weapon in his arsenal...a wrench.

Truly the weapon of a trained killer.

Lucky ran to the back of the vessel with his wrench in hand, all the possibilities of their intruder running through his mind in quick flashes. Before the captain died he spoke of two distinct legends on Dathomir; one was of a massive flying creature with a beak that could pick solid stone apart and claws that could tear a hole through entire valleys. It probably wasn't that legend rummaging through the cargo hold.

The other story the captain spoke of was of the Nightsisters. Hideous fiends of Dathomir that stalked travelers and turned them into meat pies. His better judgment told Lucky that most of that was untrue but his stomach was telling him that meat pies sounded pretty good right about now. Maybe the Nightsisters were onto something.

Stepping into the cargo hold, Lucky raised his wrench in front of his body and crept into the shadow of a tower of crates. He inched closer to the sound of the noise from before when a tranquil melody reached his twitching ears.

“Dath-o-Mir, My only home! Always near, I will never fear long as I hold you dear. The smoke will clear, the light appears, long as I - hold you dear, Dath-o-mir..”

Lucky lowered his 'weapon' and stepped out of the shadow, captivated by Serrin's singing. "Woah..." The word fell from his gaping lips, his jaw felt too heavy to keep closed. Lucky made his way over to the woman who seemed to be clutching something in her arms. No not something, someone. Lucky rested his hands on his hips. "Wow, TWO intruders? The captain has abysmal security. He should really work on it-oh yeah, never mind." Lucky squatted down and dexterously leaned his torso over Serrin's back so that he could get a look at his stowaways.

Porcelain skin, black lips, silver hair, and grey tattoos. Red clothing, golden accents, and a faint spice smell. Was this a Nightsister? No, it couldn't be the captain said they were hideous! She didn't look ugly, she was just an alternative chick. Nothing wrong with that. Well, only one way to discern the truth...

"Heyo." Lucky began flicking Serrin on the forehead repeatedly, trying to stir her slumber. "Are you ugly?" If she was hideous she was a Nightsister, if she wasn't then she was just a chick who liked dark makeup. Either way, her voice was pretty soothing.

 

[Serrin]

TAG: Lucky Pride

The Nightsister felt something, then again, and finally she rose from her slumber to see someone leaning over her. In a sudden rush of excitement she called forth the Ichor and the emerald vapors enveloped both of them, and they were transported and fell on the great pyramid of boxes, many of them rolling down and crashing at the bottom like great cube rocks. Serrin found herself laying on the Waker, her face pressed against his, the shock of it made he leap into the air, and fall down the boxamid.

Getting back up on her feet Serrin prepared to conjure a ember, when she saw that it was a man with a wrench who projected a less than menacing presence. She paused, and examined him, he looked nothing like the Nightbrothers, those horned bruts of her world. This guy had no markings on his face, and fine hair, he had hair!
It was at this momemt she blushed, she had just been on top of him in the tumult.

“I’m so.. so.. sorry! Please don’t throw me off the ship! I needed to get away from Dathomir. Please.”

This Nightsister had she been seen by her other sisters at this moment would have been whipped for pleading with a man, it was both sacrilegious and a humiliation. But this was different, she was a stowaway on someone else’s ship, and by space law she could be marooned on any nearby planet for failing to pay for passage.

“I just need to get to a port, and I can pay you with..”

She rustled about her person, sticking her fingers in her belt, then her boots, and then her ahem chest area, where she came across a Night Locket. Many of her sisters made them, they were forged in gold. Taking if she offered it to the Waker.

“Please, it isn’t much. But its all I have.”

Her brown eyes swirled with tenderness and desperation. She blinked, her hands holding the offering as she prayed in her heart for mercy.

Meanwhile Tara awoke during the teleportation, and she now was watching from the corner of her box.

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto was stationed at the Bridge of a Greh'ova Carrier. he had paid good money for a few Rancor creatures he needed for a bigger trade deal. The Lilaste order needed credits to fund their operations against the Dusate Pirates in the Mid-rim standing in the Bridge. He had his hand Grasping his chin, and a soft frown rolled along his muzzle, eyes dancing around at the blackness of space. Waiting for the Cargo ship to get this business over with, he wasn't fond of shady deals, but he wasn't opposed to doing so to get things done, and weapon deals weren't something that far off from what they had done in the past.

Shaking his head softly, he looked over as the ship suddenly arrived right on time. His lone ear perked up right. he was wearing his new set of LO-56A MKII Armor. It was nothing compared to his Beskar that he lost when his flagship was destroyed, but at the very least, it allowed him to fit in with his soldiers. Turning his head over towards the bridge officer, he gave a nod. "Hail the ship and give them docking coordinates. I'll meet them in the hangar. "

Turning, he made his way to the turbo lift, taking it down to the large hanger bay, the doors on the top of the ship opening up as the Bridge officer hailed the cargo vessel. " approaching ship, this is the Grish'to. Come in, repeat. Approaching vessel, this is the Grish'to. Identify yourself." while the officer tried to contact the freighter, several Squadrons of Pheonix L-3 Interceptor's and Basilisk G-8 Starfighter's left the hanmger rushing to the ship in order to provide escort to the Grish'tos Hanger

Serrin Lucky Pride

 

[Damion Dorian Tarkin]

Dorian was also on the bridge of the Greh'ova Carrier Looking outside of the bridge into the stars and working droids and people within the mining asteroids. He waited

Dorian, much like Laphisto was not one for black market deals, as they most of the time he found it horrific in the trade of organic people or exotic animals. While the Order and Laphisto himself was an Ally to Dorian through the United Galactic Federation (UGF) he detested the actions to get the rancors.

"Hail the ship and give them docking coordinates. I'll meet them in the hangar. "

Dorian would turn only his head to the side, to listen in "Carful with those rancors Kiev'arian, I hear they eat men bigger than you" While a bit of sass was in his words, a little bit of genuine care was there as well. While the two may not have been friends, Dorian would respect the warrior that Laphisto was "Take my Squad of StrunDrovah, they might be needed, even for then tiny babies"

Dorian would sense something was off about the ship. Maybe it would not be dangerous or deadly, but darkness would lightly surround the oncoming cargo ship

"Officer get me a scan of the ship, please" He asked one of the nearby officers at the helm of the Ship.

The scan would report that not only were the two rancors onboard, as promised But also 2 other heat signatures. Being unaware of the Original Captian's Demise, He thought this other heat signature was likely some form of 'Trophy' to put it lightly. If this was the case he would gladly give the captain a 'lesson' The Draconia Hate of slavery had rubbed off on him during his years of being assigned to them, And now as he was fighting with them.

"I am also going down to the hanger...lieutenant you have the helm of this ship." Quickly Dorian would move down to the hanger eventually cathing up with Laphisto. He did not say a word but merely waited by his side

Tags: Laphisto Serrin Lucky Pride

 

[Lucky Pride]

After a few flicks with negligible success, Lucky was ready to go and get a bucket of water when a wall of emerald flame surrounded the two, and the man's heart nearly leaped out of his chest and socked Serrin in the jaw. There wasn't much debate about Serrin's identity now unless green flames were in style and she really was just the average emo. Then again most emo's can't teleport...

With his back pressed to the floor and his nose touching Serrin's, Lucky hasn't been this confused since he found out that ties were supposed to go UNDER your collar and not over it, and that revelation changed his entire worldview. Before he could acknowledge the awkwardness of the situation the Nightsister quickly leaped off of him and apologized profusely but to be honest, Lucky didn't mind at all. Oh wait she was talking about the stowaway thing. Well, he didn't mind that part either, it wasn't even his ship until yesterday anyhow. She was going on and on about her situation but Lucky was more interested in the small alien child shrinking in the corner. Regardless of why they were here, there wasn't any way this side of the outer rim that Lucky was going to throw a child and a desperate traveler to the curb, he wasn't built like that.

The witch offered him a locket, solid gold and more expensive than anything he'd ever owned in his life. Lucky took the locket and wore it around his neck, the thief in him was telling him to take the reward and be on his merry way but the downtrodden naive traveler within him wouldn't allow for it.

Sighing, Lucky reached out and pulled Serrin's neck closer before adorning her with the locket. "I don't want your locket or your money. If I was after that I'd just rob you. It wouldn't be hard because you were sleeping." Lucky shoved his wrench into the pocket of his coat and smiled. "Besides I don't look good in it anyway." Lucky adjusted the goggles on his forehead and gazed at Serrin intently with his ruby-colored eyes. "My name is Lucky Pride, remember it because it's the name that's going to revolutionize the underworld." Lucky folded his arms and inspected Serrin, he didn't know what to make of her but the witch seemed nice enough, nothing like the legends spoke of. Actually, now that he thought about it the captain was hitting the ale pretty hard when he told Lucky that story.

"Can you teach me how to teleport like you did? That was AWESOME! If you do I'll give you like...TWO high fives. TWO." Before he could get an answer a beeping noise could be heard coming from the cockpit, if he remembered correctly that meant someone was coming in on the comm. "You can teach me later. We've gotta go see what this is." Lucky brazenly grabbed Serrin by the hand and started pulling her toward the bridge. And since when was this a 'we' thing? A few seconds later they were there and the message that came through brought a wicked smile to Lucky's face. Everything was falling into place. When he saw that the navicomputer was voice locked he assumed his plans were defunct but where the common crook would find defeat, Lucky finds...

...oppurtunity.

Sliding into the captain's chair, Lucky began to take the ship out of hyperspace. "Okay so here's the rundown." He spoke to Serrin without taking his eyes off his work. "So basically...I'm a bad person. Like really bad, like steal the fur off of a Bantha type bad. And right now I've got something really bad planned and I need your help to make this work." Lucky spun around in his chair and put his feet up on the console, giving Serrin a wry smile.

"If you help me I'll make sure you AND that kid have all you need to see the stars. Just have a little confidence in me and you'll see." The freighter dropped from hyperspace, the massive shielded doors of the Greh'ova Carrier in view.

"I have everything planned out."

Laphisto | Damion Dorian Tarkin

 

[Serrin]

TAG: Lucky Pride

Serrin was dizzy, whither from the fall or having been in the arms of this Colorful Man. She wiped a strand of silver hair back over her pale ear, and wiped her Scarlet tunic of dust.

When this Man gave her back her locket and assured her that neither she nor the Twi’lek Kid would be marooned, she became practically giddy, running up to hug Lucky Star, who revealed his namesake then, and asked for training in Ichor Incantation, specifically Teleportation.

“Thank You! You are so kind!”

Serrin felt an urge to kiss him, her charcoal black lips nearly pressed against his cheek. Her eyes starring past the magenta glass and frame to see his ruby eyes. They were dazzling, unlike any eyes she had seen on Dathomir.

Answering his request to learn teleportation, Serrin said,
“My Sisters say our secrets should never be shared with Outworlders. But I suppose I am an Outworlder now too. I cannot promise that you can master the secrets of the Spirit Ichor, but you promise to keep me and Tara..,” she pointed to the little Twi’lek, “..safe, then I will teach you some of my tricks.” She said this with a seductive smirk.

When Lucky took her hand and lead her to the bridge, The Nightsister was dazzled by the view screen that was sparkling with stars. When Lucky confessed he was a “Really Bad Man,” and that he needed her help with something, Serrin gave a quizzical look. If he was so bad he’d put her and Tara in a pod and jettison them into space or do unthinkable things. No Serrin detected that this handsome man with his very colorful scarf, nice slick hair, and jovial persona was not evil. She decided to throw in her lot with him because something about Lucky made her smile, perhaps it was his energetic movement and playful speech, or maybe his honesty, he had confessed he could have robbed her, and now he was upfront about his own negative assessment of himself. This made Serrin trust him. She often had a poor view of her own self, her Sisters always chiding her for her independence and warmth of spirit. The Mother Superior demanding she adopt a more stoic and cold disposition towards life, even labeling her as as troublesome when she refused to practice crafts on living creatures that would cause hurt. Serrin did not object to fighting, she used the Ichor for defense, but her sweet heart could not harm innocent animals.

“What do you need from me? I will help in anyway I can.”

Serrin had no idea what she was signing up for. She had no understanding of the dangers in the galaxy. She knew nothing of Hutt Cartels, The Syndicate, Bounty Hunters, Mandalorians, and all the other sorts of Scum and Villainy that filled the star systems. To The Nightsister what mattered is she woukd experiance if, that she would no longer be cloistered in her coven, sheltered from the strange things that lurked the stars. She felt that no matter what difficulties laid ahead, there would be answers, a means to manage them. She wasn’t going to waste this opportunity to live, and make some mischief, and most of all have stories to tell.

When Lucky said “have a little confidence in me,” she smiled and took his hand, blushing. Her tattooed fingers wrapping around his.

“You have it.”

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto was unphased by Damion's warning of the Rancors; he knew how dangerous they could be, and he had dealt with creatures much more dangerous in his long lifetime at the offer of Damion's forces. He shook his head. "I have my soldiers to protect me, though I thank you for the offer." After what happened to Draconia, Laphisto was weary of where the loyalties of Damion's people resided, let alone his own. After all, his homeworld attacked Draconia and, in turn, nearly got him killed in the ensuing fight. To say relations between the two were tense would be an understatement.

The bridge officer did as Damion asked, scanning the ship and reporting on the life forms in the Cargo hold, waiting till Damion left before once again trying to contact the Bridge of the Cargo Freighter where Lucky Pride and Serrin were now residing. "Once again, Unnamed Cargo vessel, you have entered a Private meeting ground. Please respond and identify yourself." Unsure whether this SHip was Friend or foe, the Four Squadrons of fighters quickly surrounded the ship. And if the pair in the BRidge looked out of their Cockpit, they would be met with the Engins of one of the Pheonix Intercepters. and to their left would be a Pilot in one of the Basilisks trying to convey through Hand signals for them to land.

When Damion Dorian Tarkin eventually met Laphisto in the Hanger, he raised a brow, looking down at the man with a light chuckle, his eyes flashing teal blue as he looked at him through the force, if not only momentarily "get bored up in the bridge?" Laphisto spoke softly, letting the light fade from his eyes and quickly moving to grasp at the corners and give a few grumbled rubs along the bridge of his nose and over his eyes. His blurry vision took hold as he shook his head. The large hangar doors of the Grish'to show the Freighter and its escorts," Let's get this over with then now, shall we?"

 

[Damion Dorian Tarkin]

After what happened to Draconia, Laphisto was weary of where the loyalties of Damion's people resided, let alone his own. After all, his homeworld attacked Draconia and, in turn, nearly got him killed in the ensuing fight. To say relations between the two were tense would be an understatement.

Dorian at the time had made his loyalties quite clear. Despite holding power with the Zakuul royal family, but being its heir, he turned them away for the draconian people, who had been invaded. He swore to make all that business right. Today's deal with what he expected to be the alive captain would be the start

get bored up in the bridge?

Laphisto asked him with a grumble

"Not at all...I did a scan of the ship and there are mody body's then expected. Just one extra, might be kidnapping, Just making sure everything is ok"

He would pause for a moment before saying something else

"Cole is in the bridge watching over...He is more then capable to take command but I did not put him in command...Not my ship"

Dorian found kidnaping and slavery only a step or two apart from the other, and hated it all the same. If it was what it seemed he would take action, otherwise the misunderstanding could be resolved. Dorian did not just want to send a squad into the ship when it landed, he wanted to be discreat with the action. He would speak to the squad leader of the Strundovah Behind him

"When the ship lands I want your troop to surround it, hold all fire and make it look standard"

"Yes sir right away"

TAGS: Serrin Lucky Pride Laphisto

 

[Lucky Pride]

Lucky flashed a toothy smile at Serrin when she took his hand in hers and decided to give him her trust. Criminals in his very limited experience were supposed to be shifty and dishonest but why stand outside the law, go against rule and tradition, and not be yourself while doing it? In Lucky's eyes, the path of a crook was one that had no rules and no boundaries because it was a lifestyle that rejected both. If he wanted to be the freest person in the galaxy he couldn't shackle himself by pretending to be someone he wasn't and would never be.

"Wow, the captain was telling LIES. Those legends must be just that, legends. Now power down those pretty lips down and listen up, here goes the plan."

Lucky took, Serrin by the hand and sat her in the co-pilot's seat before slumping back into the captain's chair and catching sight of a starfighter pulling up on the port side. It was a little hard to make out but the implication was clear enough, they were being ordered to land. Lucky fiddled with the controls just as Tara sauntered onto the bridge and Lucky made a mental note of her, flashing the girl a tiny smirk.

"So I'll be straight with you, I have NO idea who these people are but I'm willing to bet these are the people the captain was talking about before he...yeah." Lucky put the freighter on a flight trajectory toward the carrier hangar. "You see we don't have a properly functioning navicomputer right now, the one we have right now is voice-locked by our late captain and the only way to unlock it is to have him speak the access code. Our only other solution is to rip ours out and get a new one...like on that carrier down there. Now if you're wondering why we don't just steal a new ship don't worry about it, I'll explain later."

Lucky leaned forward in his chair and smiled at Serrin. "Lemme tell you something Serrin, pretty name by the way, I'm very ambitious. I can't settle for the mundane, I need more. Now the first step of this plan is this." Lucky reached into his satchel and pulled out a canister of blue liquid larger than his thigh. "This is sedative, powerful enough to put a Rancor to sleep, which is exactly what we're going to do. You see Tara here," Lucky pointed at the girl, "Was next to the Rancor's, I'm willing to bet these guys have no idea she's on the ship and THAT'S how we're going to get over on them. Just call her our little ace."

Lucky stood up, his head on a swivel as he shifted focus between Serrin and Tara so they knew they were both being addressed. "The Plan is simple; I'm going to put the Rancor's to sleep and Tara is going to hop in the cages with them." The girl seemed visibly shaken at the idea. "Then I'm going to drink a bit of this sedative so that it knocks me out and I have a medical issue, that's where you come in Serrin." Lucky put his hands on Serrin's shoulders and stared into her eyes with his ruby gems. "I need you to tell them that I'm sick and won't wake up so they take me to the doctor. When I wake up in the hospital, I'm going to steal a Navicomputer and come back here with it. While I'm doing that I need YOU to go and get Tara because when she opens the door the Rancors are going to come out, and cause havoc."

Lucky put a finger to Serrin's lips to silence any thought she might have had. "But I'm planning on that. While everyone's worried about the monster running through the halls we're going to be installing that Navicomputer and going on our merry way." Lucky backed into the captain's chair and opened the comm. He held it for Serrin to answer seeing as he was supposed to be unconscious right now. "Just tell them we're the Druken Rancor and we're coming in for a landing. They'll take care of the rest..." Lucky whispered before walking toward the cargo hold and picking up Tara, holding her under his arm.

"It's crazy I know. But you decided to put your trust in me so I won't fail here. Besides this can't go wrong, I planned it after all. In thirty seconds no less!"

With the autopilot engaged, the Druken Rancor descended into the hangar and touched down on the polished metal floor, hissing and sputtering as the engines disengaged. The terrible Rancors, known for their ferocity and monstrous strength were sleeping soundly in the cargo hold, Tara creeping into the tiniest corner of the container. "You'll be fine!" Lucky shouted as he closed the door and engaged the seal. The cages had a seal release on the inside should someone be trapped and need a quick escape. The problem is with the door open the beast inside could wander out easily and run amuck. A massive design flaw but it's good for Lucky's plan at least. The sedative worked fast, Lucky was already feeling drowsy and a few seconds later was holding onto the wall for support.

"Serrrriiiiinnnnn..." He groaned. "I'm starting to think...this was...a bad...ideaaaaa...." Lucky collapsed on the floor, comatose. His last waking thoughts were filled with regret but also a mixture of excitement. He trusted Serin completely which probably wasn't too wise on his part given her identity and the short time he'd known her but that wasn't standing in the way of his confidence in the emo.

I've got a good feeling about all this.

Damion Dorian Tarkin | Laphisto

 

[Serrin]

Serrin listened to Lucky Pride go on about the plan. If sounded complicated, but the objective was to get this navicomputer. Serrin had no idea what that was, but if it was important to Lucky and so it was important to her.

When Tara was placed in with the rancors Serrin touched her hand.

“It is going to be ok. You’ll be safe. Rancors can be good pets. They only hurt people who are mean and who abuse them to be mean.”

Serrin took off her locket and out it around Tara’s neck. Inside was earth from Dathomir and some other materials of a mystical nature.

“Wear this and anywhere you go I can find.”

Tara took the amulet and held it in her hands. Serrin then turned to Lucky who cried out to her and fell to the ground, the sedative had done its work.

The Nightsister now had to play the part and ensure that Lucky got to an infirmary aboard the other ship and that Tara once loosing the Rancors was safe. She knelt down and took him in her arms cradling him, she ran her tat hands through his hair. She hoped this posture would help convince the Boarding Party, in truth she felt that the questions surrounding why a Nightsister was on board and so far from Dathomir would possibly out a wrench, no pun intended in this plan. So she dropped Lucky on his head,

“Oh.. sorry!”

Serrin n began looking through boxes and crates for some clothes. One had a plain gray poncho which she pulled over her head to covee her crimson tunic. There was nothing she coukd do about her skin and hair, but perhaps in the galaxy there were many with her palor and skin type.

Serrin resumed her position of holding Lucky in her arms, she smelled him, he has a nice aroma.

Now they waited. The plan was in motion, its success would depend on many factors, one of which was luck.

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto stood outside of the ship, the boarding ramp had lowered once the ship had landed, but no one was coming out. he looked to Damion then back to the ship with a shake of his head, grasping his chin in thought and rolling his eyes before taking a few steps forwards his left hand laying limp with the wrist on the hilt of his Saber, pulling a hand up to his ear he spoke to the plots that were still on patrol in the surrounding space " Pilot was this ship empty when landing? no? two people in the cock pit when you waved them down? understood, carry on soldier." looking to Damion he gave a slight shrug his eyes flashing a teal blue, peering at the craft through the force. Scanning the vessel from bow to stern, I noticed Serrin holding Lucky Pride . While Serrin shined brighter than Lucky, he didn't have time to peer into her and discover her alignment his eyes moved on to the two large signatures of the rancor and quickly spotted teh small humanoid-like signature of tara ,who was currently inside the Rancor pit. Upon detecting the small child up against a dangerous beast, Laphisto's eyes went back to normal, and he only winced before Quickly grabbing his saber off his belt and Rushing up the Ramp. " there's a kid in the Rancor cage!"

And up, he went in a panic, smacking into the ship's wall with a loud armored Thunk, nearly knocking himself back down the ramp. He curses to himself and pulls a hand up to his face to grab his forehead and nose. stumbling lightly before grabbing at the side of the wall and leading himself into the ship. He had heard footsteps quickly behind him and assumed it was Damion Dorian Tarkin ," get to the child, first cage on the left side. Ill handle the captain and their co-pilot." it was a long time since he had felt rage. Let alone any emotion since he was turned into a weapon by the Jedi all those years ago, and for a split second, he could have sworn for the first time in his years he may have touched the dark side, if not only for a brief moment. The thought made him chuckle lightly. It wasn't the betrayal of his master nor the order turning against him but the fact that these people were presumably feeding a child to the Rancors on board. It puzzled him for a moment and made him question a few things, though those are answers he can find another time.

Upon reaching Serrin, he looked down at the girl and down at Lucky, his eyes flashing a teal blue out of instinct upon making sure he was looking at who he was speaking with. With his saber still in hand, he ignited the blade, the teal blue Broadsaber humming in his hand." I knew smugglers were bad, just didn't think they were feeding a child to Rancors bad." he shook his head at the revelation a hand idly coming to rub at his forehead, where a bruise was already forming. He cursed to himself lightly with a light grumble, standing before them. " you had better hope my compatriot finds that child alive, or ill have both your heads." He pinned his ear back with a slight growl. Eyes darting over to the cargo hold where the rancors lay

 

[Serrin]

The Nightsister jumped at the snap and hum of a lightsaber. It reminded her of some serpents on her homeworld. Holding Lucky Pride she spoke to this horned and bruised person,

“Please! He needs medical attention.”

The Horned One then spoke of Tara, which alarmed her, how did he know about her amongst the Rancors?

“Wait! She is not being fed to them!”

Suddenlt the Rancor pen was opened and the groggy two creatures awoke and began to make that unique growl that turned the blood of all sentients cold. Tara used the escspe hatch amd fell out and betan running away. The two Rancors scurried out swing their clawed hands and heading towards Laphisto .
Serrin had to improvise, she used her magick, teleporting in a puff of green smoke with Lucky, who was still out cold. She pounding his chest and pressing her black lips to his, brrathing in.

“Come on! Wake up! You need tp wake up!”

Tara had fled to her box in the chaos. The two Rancors roared and charged the Saber Wielder.

The problem is that Lucky was not on board the other ship. Serrin did not know what to do. She laid him down and decided she would have to go aboard and find the navi computer thingy. Teleporting in emerald and black swirls she got to the ramp and went inside the other ship. Omce there she ran down and hallway and searched for the Bridge, she figured that this navicomputer would be there. The problem is how would she recognize it from all the other bright screens and devices? The whole plan had gone south, well that is what she had heard others call it. She had no idea what it meant, why going south in geography was bad. Serrin reached the Bridge, and found it empty. A stroke of luck? Again something as a Nightsister she did not fully understand. The screens, one of them was a console with circles and projections of planets and ships. Serrin pressed some of the circles and it chimed with the words “navigation plotted, system Coruscant.”

Serrin spoke out loud, “this must be it!”

But it was attached to the larger console. So cresting a blade of Ichor she began to cut it out, causing sparks ans circuitry to hang out. The ship sounded an alarm, and red lights flashed. Taking the pieces of the computer Serrin teleported in puffs of smoke tell she was back in the hangar where she saw the rancors running amok and Lucky laying behind a crate, still unconcious. She warped next to him with the computer which was dead and the cords hanginf like metal tentacles.

“Lucky! I got it! Wake up!”

TAG: Lucky Pride
Laphisto

 

[Damion Dorian Tarkin]

Dorain Stood by Laphisto as the bay doors opened, but nothing, or no one would come out. He would be confused and a little bit worried about this. He waved his hand in front of him making a motion to give a command to his Strundovah. It is pretty much meant to be ready in case of something unpredictable. Dorian would sense a darkness within the ship. Something dark yes...But unique.

He would only begin to take his first steps to the ship when it seemed Laphisto went insane

" there's a kid in the Rancor cage!"

Laphisto would charge ahead of Dorian quicker than he would react, but he would quickly follow placing a hand on Laphisto's Shoulder when he was leaning on the wall. "Charging in with your weapon drawn will only scare the beast, Let not make the beast fearful enough to do something rash, Please" This sounded like an order, Much like a master would give to his apprentice. "Deal with the captain" Dorian quickly made his way inside behind Laphisto. Upon seeing the cage he would walk to them slowly as Laphisto would deal with the other two to no avail.

The cage in front of him opened to the two beasts and The two on the ground would teleport away in the green smoke. He now knew he would be dealing with a night sister. Dorian had heard of the tales much like any would, but he never met one before so he was still in a bit of awe. But now was not the time to stand in awe he needed to take action.

He would see the young girl escape from the rancors just before he was smacked to the walls of the ship by one of them

Dorian was not hurt, but the two rancors would make their way to Laphisto, Likely in fear. Dorian Hoped to Give Laphisto some time to back away and deal with one. He reached out with the force and for a brief moment, one of the charging rancors was stopped in its tracks and floated in the air.

"Kiev'arian Back away...I will get the other" He would quickly call his troops on the commlink "StrunDovah Two rancors are out of the cages in here, We can take care of them, Find the girl in here and keep her safe, The captain is with a night sister, I want them Unharmed, Don't even stun or threaten, I wish to speak to both" He spoke calmly so he could get the words out quickly.

Tags: Laphisto Serrin Lucky Pride

 

[Lucky Pride]

Lucky felt like he'd been clobbered over the head with a metal pipe. The sedatives were made to put down creatures as ferocious as the Rancor and it didn't help that Lucky was stupid and inexperienced enough to drink everything left in the canister, the only reason he was still alive was because there was barely anything left for him to ingest. The plan was garbage from inception but then again what did anyone expect? He came up with it, in thirty seconds no less!

Still comatose from the sedatives, Lucky was dangerously unaware of the havoc transpiring in the world of the wake. The Rancors were out of their cages, the lawmen were none too pleased with them, Tara was nowhere to be seen, and Serrin in her naivety pulled a star map out of a server room opposed to the navicomputer. It pointed them in the right direction but without the technology to feed the coordinates to the ship, it was useless. It was an amazing effort though, far better than anything Lucky was doing at the moment. Subconsciously, he felt a warmness on his lips and smiled instinctively, it didn't do much to stir his slumber however as he remained sleeping.

His dreams were filled with visions of terror and battle, a voice calling his name from across the ether and pounding on his chest in a futile attempt to pull him back into consciousness. His body, limp and motionless shook with the commotion in the background and stood as a burden even for someone who could teleport as easily as Serrin. It was amazing how a power as convenient as her's was rendered useless when not given proper direction.

Hmmm...

Lucky dreamt back to his rummaging through the late captain's belongings and finding the sedative he used on the Rancor's but also a bottle of the man's cologne. Lucky sprayed himself a couple of times just for the hell of it but he couldn't help but ponder...

...Do I smell good right now?

Laphisto | Damion Dorian Tarkin

 

[Laphisto]

The girl teleporting away with the male was surprising though he had seen nightsister magic when he had met Tilly a few years back. Though what surprised him the most was the loud thud as Damion Dorian Tarkin was thrown into the wall by one of the rancor, he looked over towards the source of the sound one of the rancor charging right at him. With a small grunt he stepped back barely missing a swipe of his own. His eyes flashing the teal blue as he tried to get his baring. He needed to get out of this ship and fast.

Remembering damions words he quickly put his lightsaber away, or at the very least he had turned it off. With his lone ear pinned on his head he quickly jumped to the side to try and avoid another swipe of the rancor only to jump head first into a few storage crates. Though he had very little time to regain his posture before suddenly he was grabbed by the ankle and slammed into what felt like the captains chair and then smacked right into the wall and then the ceiling, and finally down into the floor

He hissed in pain at every turn he was already still recovering from his wounds and this wasn't helping, he only hoped damion was doing better than he was. He needed to find a way out of the creatures grip without doing any harm to the thing, after all as Damion said they were most likely scared due to being in unfamiliar territory. Thinking quickly he ignited his blade and slashed it acrossed one of the curling lights, letting the sparks flash over the creatures eyes, a brilliant idea - had he not then been immediately thrown acrossed the cargo hold- until he felt his back smash into the terminal, breaking the console and opening the main hold. Letting the rancor loose into the main hanger.

With himself freed from being a ragdoll he groaned in pain rolling his shoulder and moving to give chase though not before looking at Damion and shaking his head ", if I ever try and do this again, give me a good swift kick in the ass now would you?"

While Serrin found herself in one of the backrooms of the bridge the officers woudk be far to distracted by the distress of the ground crew along with the constant radio chatter of the panick that followed with two rancors released in the middle of the hanger bay to notice that the star map was ripped from its console. The officer on the bridge contacting Laphisto as they watched from above " Commander shall we inact a lock down and trap the intruders in the hanger bay?"

He at first was to dazed to realize the captain was speaking to him, though after the third time of hearing the man repeat 'comnander' in his ear he shook himself upright and responded " Negative captain, one can teleport freely around the ship, locking it down would only serve to hinder our own. Close the Hanger doors and lock your console. Relay a message to the crew, I want non lethals in place"

Lucky Pride

 

[Serrin]

Serrin saw the Horned One ( Laphisto ) who had drawn a saber nearby, she also saw Another ( Damion Dorian Tarkin ) thrown by a rancor. The two Dathomirian pets were making a mess when Lucky Pride awoke and made a jest about if he smelled good. Serrin nodded and kissed his cheek. She then laying him down decided to be brave.

The Nightsister poof in a trail of smoke, and she whistled. The the two Rancors at the sound of high pitch noise turned to Serrin and began charging. She stood before them, and held out her hand and began to sing, it was more a chant. The two beasts which barreled at her came within five steps and stopped, theu both gave a cheerful purr. Serrin stepped towards them and placed her hand upon both, rubning their slick leathery heads as they bowed.

“It’s alright, Chuta and Muwa.”

The Nightsister knew their names, she had sung them to sleep as hatchlings. Now she was able to calm their ire. Serrin hoped that this action would favor Lucky and her with these Boarders. The plan had gone awry, and now they needed to make peace with that whoever the two on the hangar were, they would be in charge. While Serrin put her trust in Lucky, she needed him to trust her too.

Stepping from the calmed pair of Rancors she approached the Horned One, a Jedi perhaps, he had a laser sword. The Nightsister knew little about The Jedi, she only knew their sabers were usually blue, and Sith bled blades. The Night Mother purposely hid knowledge of the Force Sects from her, fearing what would happen is Serrin learned about powers beyond the Dathomirian Magick.

Serrin smiled, and held her hands on her waist. She waited for what The Horned One and the Gorged One would do. She hoped Lucky and her would be spared, which was a naive notion, but she was not wise to the ways of the galaxy.

 

[Damion Dorian Tarkin]

Out from the ship would be one of the rancors, lightly flying a short distance. Unharmed, but was forced back. Dorian was strong with the force, but lifting a struggling densely muscled living creature was a difficult task.

Dorian would walk out of the ship's handers. The saber was still at his side.

She stood before them, and held out her hand and began to sing, it was more a chant. The two beasts which barreled at her came within five steps and stopped, theu both gave a cheerful purr. Serrin stepped towards them and placed her hand upon both, rubning their slick leathery heads as they bowed.

It was at this point that he simply watched, the power of the Nightsister was something that always impressed him. When It seemed the danger was over.

Some of the Strundovah would surround the position and aim their blasters at the night sister, demanding her arrest, however it would be Dorian Who would step closer, making a motion with his hand to command the Troops

"Yes sir" They simply stated as they all backed away

He walked up to the nightstand and spoke. His voice was sweet, and calm, and would sound like the heavens. A technique he had both practiced and perfected in his more diplomatic days.

"My Name Is Dorian, You can speak to me about what happened this day, and why you were on this ship, I was aware that Nightsisters never leave Dathomir, Are you safe?"

There was no anger, disappointment, or other negative emotion in his words, Just curiosity and less of a hurry due to the threat being over. There was also care in both the way he used his words and the clearly non-hostile Nightsister, However, there was also a clear misunderstanding in the events that transpired.


Tags: Serrin Laphisto Lucky Pride

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto stumbled out of the hanger shortly after Damion rolled his left shoulder. His saber was put away and returned to his hilt by this point. With a light grumble, he watched as Damion's guards held their weapons up, the Soldiers of the Lilaste Order on the other side of the Nighter sister, and lucky, besides the fact of the two rancor now under the Night sister's control, they were essentially surrounded. When Damion waved his guards off, the Captain of the Lilaste soldiers looked to laphisto for direction and was given a soft nod, the Lilaste soldiers following suit and taking a few steps back just in case.

Laphisto raised a brow as Damion spoke, shaking his head and stepping beside him. His arms crossed over his chest with a light shake of his head, his eyes flashing the teal blue as before, though this time peering into the Night sister, feeling her alignment to the force. "you can explain why you decided to attack us. We had shown no aggression." when he saw the night sister seemingly controlled the rancor, he raised a brow in suspicion. He had very little information on the night sisters. They were but a story from when he was a Jedi all those years ago, though the way she spoke earlier and the protectiveness of her companions showed the aggression shown early wasn't malicious, but in desperation, it wasn't her that realized the rancor but the small child who had done so. Though presumably under instruction.

Serrin Lucky Pride Damion Dorian Tarkin

 

[Serrin]

Serrin stood amongst the two peaceful rancors. She was being addressed by two men, one conveyed a concern:

“Are you safe?”

He seemed kind, like her Big Sister on Dathomir.

Serrin replidd ro Damion Dorian Tarkin

“You are right, my sistees never leave Dathomir. I have, to see the galaxy. Am I safe?”

She looked at Lucky Pride who was still laying there and then back at the dark haired Damion.

“I suppose so. I am not in dangee I mean.”

Then the Horned One who behaves like a Reek, perhaps because Muwa had thrown him.

“I meant no agression. Lucky needed a Navi something, and the Rancors were part of the plan.”

Serrin spoke with innocent tone, she had no idea this would happen. She did not like to hury anything unless absolutely necessary. She then turnes tp a box that moved.

“Besides I had to help for Tara. Tara come out, its ok sweetie.”

The Twi’lek stepped out, heading to Serrin and hugging her side.

Serrin took a deep breath and confessed,

“We are stowaways.”

The Nightsister wiped her white locks from falling in front of hef eyes.

“I am sorry for taking your star thingy, map, I just wanted to help..”

Serrin shed a tear.

“Its what I was taught. My Big Sis always looked out for me, and when I saw this child in need, I threw myself into this scheme.. I am very sorry for any trouble we caused.”

Serrin held Tara tight about the shoulders. She kissed her cheek, to help sooth her nerves. The men seemed kind, they had not opened fire or showed aggression like the Horned Fella said.

Serrin had made her first mistake. To trust blindly and do bad things out of desperation. She understood now what Night Mother Xalamin had tried to teach her as a child, “people out there among the stars when pressed against trials and fears become rabbid beasts, doing wicked deeds to survive. That is why we never leave our home Serrin, we ars safe from such tribulations here.”

The Nightsister looking at Damion and Laphisto took a more resolute posture and demeanor.

“I accept responsibility. I boarded your ship, took the map, do with me as you will. Please spare Tara, and Lucky.”

Tara spoke up,

“No! I released the Monsters! Don’t let them separate us!”

Serrin held Tara in her adms and closed her eyes as her chin rested on the twi’lek’s shoulder, her body hunched over.

“It’s ok.. it’s going to bs ok.”

Taking the locket and holding it up, The Nighsister looked into Tara’s watery eyes.

“Remeber, with this locket, I can find you anywhere. As long as you wear it, we will be together.”

Ths Nightsister kissed the Tara’s forehead and then turned back to Damion and Laphisto. She had to admit the Horned One was handsome, he radiated a strange aura, a swirl of white light that Serrin had not seen on Dathomir. Was this Moonlight common among Jedi? She would ask, had she not felt so much shame, hed head bowing down, and her cuffing her hands as if in prayer.