Public Reaching out Horizons: Into the Far Void

[Kirki Alcademon]

"Do not be afraid of the unknown" the female calm voice echoed in her head, as she looked outside the reinforced transparisteel window of the deck. The detailed, plant-like gold sculptures along and around the frames embraced the view, as her eyes looked beyond. "We arrived in Roon, Lady" the voice of the cloaked female figure spoke from the chamber's dark depth. there were no lights in it. Only the vague dim blaze of the flickering torch-fire, dancing in a harmonious manner over the spiked iron pit. The heavy chandelier hang under the ceiling, seemingly unused for a long time. She preffered the dark. It felt to her as if she was just a step closer to home. Regardless the masterful craftsmanship and effort put to the high, marble-covered walls and the wooden furnature that filled the chamber of the ship, even then Kirki Alcademon preffered the comfort of the dark. Especially now, so far away from home.
"Send transmission to the planet. Let them know of our intentions" Kirki intoned in a soft low voice, as if her thoughts were lost far away, in the wide spread uncharted, to her, cosmos she brought herself to. It was not an easy task, reaching a system like Roon's. Especially for a foreigner, such as Kirki, so far away from all what was known to her, navigating through the Manda-Roon Merchant Route was conceived as a challenge to her trust and determination. Alas, it appears that now, finally seeing the system could be an omen of success...

The frigate slowly slides through the cold of the void, making her way to the distant planet, making no effort to hide herself from the eyes of the scanners and ships sailing across the nearby region...

Soon after, as the frigate draws closer to Roon's orbit, a transmission would be released towards several main frequencies... An audio message, with no holoprojection accompanying it.

"This is Kirki Alcademon , of Alcademon Hegenika, mistress of the Star Seeker. We come in peace, seeking friends and looking to trade the goods carried by our freighters from the Galactic West!"

The Star Seeker approaches Roon's orbit, entering the La Grange point, where the roaring engines halt, allowing the vessel's momentum to push her around the planet underneath. A smaller craft is soon after launched from the Star Seeker's docks. Her wings long and sharp, covered in silver-coloured paint. The craft shall sail down the planet's atmosphere.

( Credit )

Word spreads across Roon that the Athysian traders have made landing in Nunurra's starport, seeking to exchange large quantities of goods, while also seem rather interested in hyperlane charts of the region.

Aayla Shan
Aloy Vizsla

 

[Kirki Alcademon]

The Athysian post would not be hard to find. The long-bowed, highly sophisticated silhouette of the shuttle would be landed in a fenced area, on a landing platform over the main market. Around her, long crimson fabric tents will be adjusted, creating a large post around the ship. There were several armed troops, with thick scaled plate armors, carrying what seemed to be a silvered spear. The entrance to the platform, and access to the post was apparently blocked by their square tower shields, remaining still in perfect guard posture. Their heads, just like their bodies, clad in the same blood-red armour. Behind them, not far from the platform, although clearly within a safe perimeter, human figures with rather pale skin stood, dressed in thin, luxuriously tailored fabric of red, black, yellow and gold thread, forming a plethora of exotic patterns. The pale skin of both men and women of these noble-looking foreigners were tattooed with several blood-red carved writings, as if they served some sort of cultist signature, on their bodies. Occasionally, there could be seen people of, judging by their outfits, recognizable status, walking through the guards and talking with these noble figures, before leaving the sight.

Within the noble-like figures, the posture of a woman, with her fabric long all the way to the ground dress hidding any detail of her body, while tinny buttons tight the cloth around the thin red fabric that is wrapped on her throat. Her face follows the pattern of the rest of her kin, covered by wide tattoo-like scars, forming shapes across her cheeks and forehead. She looked around the city, with her gaze travelling across the visible architecture of the city. As her paces lead her closer to the guards, her posture would be visible to the common eye.

 

[Aayla Shan]

Somewhere not quite near the city, but close enough to have noted the arrival of these traveling merchants, a lone Jedi sat upon a large boulder; she performed an eons old form of training referred to as Alchaka;

In this regard, she levitated several boulders around her person, of varying sizes. all heavier than herself. Periodically, she would drop a boulder, causing it to thud against the earth with a flat mush. Her signature far from hidden within the Force, any that were Force Sensitive would without a doubt feel a beacon of light in the distance, growing only stronger as they came closer to it. By no means was it strong enough to be felt from a great distance, unless the person surveying was powerful enough to scour the lands for such; though it was still there, her tranquility in the light flaring from her person.

The newcomers were felt, and from her position she would try to read their intent, understanding they were there for trading, but not ignorant to the darkness that seemed to accompany them. To Aayla, they carried the symbolization of... A vulture. They would maintain their respect, and their word as it was, but she quickly noted that these people had the propensity to take advantage... Could feel the energy of the aforementioned creature. Patient, calculating, observant. They watched, and learned. However, if they were to feel weakness...

Her eyes opened, letting the focus on the boulders dissipate, falling to the ground in unison. She exhaled from the hours long concentration, breathing in deep and looking out at the horizon to the still incoming merchant vessel.

She shouldn't have gotten involved with this, not alone, but somehow she felt it was important to at least be nearby. As such, she rose; beginning to undress and would go to bathe herself in a nearby lake. One of the cleaner ones she found; Within twenty minutes, she would have been redressed, and heading to the City; she wanted to confirm her suspicions.

 

[Kirki Alcademon]

Her red eyes seemed consumed by the surrounding view. As if driven by an ethereal force, she paced across the edge of the platform, embracing the surroundings. The screaming Nautolan, fighting over a broken speeder before a messed up trading bench with a Duro group; She could not tell the tongue they spoke, although to her eyes, the cursing, shouting and excess hand gestures were only statements of the conversation's intensity. A mere release of anger. Not far from them, the Togruta spoke with the Twi'lek male. Her eyes sparkled, as he approached her. Her lips colorful by her blood filling underneath the soft skin. Even without contact, it was to her so visible... Kirki Alcademon smiled; She was always inspired by such passion. Just as few seconds pass, her smile fades, as her gaze travels back to the distant Mandalorian group, seemingly having noticed her post. They were few. Not more than five of them. Their armour color patters did nto signify a specific affiliation. "Mercenaries; Bounty Hunters; Or any of the like" She thought. To her eyes, the chaotic nature of this world fascinated her. So much things to see. So much news to attain... So much potential... Yet such was not her purpose on Roon. She quickly shook her head slightly, bringing her black-leather glove covered palm up to her cheek, slightly pushing the skin under her eyes in a gentle stroke, readjusting her thinking pattern, as she takes a deep breath. "There is not much profit to be made on this planet, Lady". The voice of the crimson-clothed man draws her back to reality. "Should we prepare to sail back to the ships?". "We stay" Kirki intoned. sharp, and direct, as she lifted her gaze to meet the man's height. "Spread the word. We shall need charts to navigate east, to the Far Void. I cannot risk losing our course. In this place..." she continued, "We shall find what we are looking for..." her gaze strays off, towards the distant valley beyond the city's limits; Her eyes sparkled with the yellow taint. For a short moment, it felt as if she was staring right to what she spoke of... Even if the chaotic market was succeeded by nothing but the open valley...

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

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M A R K E T P L A C E
N U N N U R A​

Tag: Kirki Alcademon | Aayla Shan | TBA​

Representing: Black Hand Syndicate || House Vizsla​

Equipment: In bio​

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her smile fades, as her gaze travels back to the distant Mandalorian group, seemingly having noticed her post. They were few. Not more than five of them. Their armour color patters did nto signify a specific affiliation.

Another pair of mandalorians slipped through the group, Approaching the front. The first was a blue-clad woman in her late twenties, Who ran gloved fingers through her short red hair. Once at the front of the group, A few details may have stood out;​

The first being that her leg had been severed above the knee, Replaced with a clawed and avian prosthetic that clicked and whirred with each step. It was well made and sturdy, But certainly not the cybernetics of an upper class citizen.​

The second standout detail being that she was one of only two marked individuals. The helmet carried under her arm bore both teeth-like markings reminiscent of a republic starfighter, And a single hand print painted on the forehead. ​

Additionally, She bore the cherry blossom emblem of House Vizsla on her breastplate, As did the individual walking beside her.​

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The second individual beside her looked much less official; A Twi'lek, Judging by the head-tails that extended from her helmet, Covered in leathery sleeves that looked to have defensive properties, And wearing dusty leather garments over her much cruder armor, Which had been painted in dark grays and white tribal designs. Her white pauldrons bore the emblem of House Vizsla much like the taller figure beside her, And a blackened handprint on the dome of her gray and white helm, Just like the other woman. ​

Both were laden with weapons and ammunition on their person, But neither showed aggressiveness in their body language. Instead, They both glanced and peeked curiously through the crowd, Showing clear interest in the merchants that had Athysian merchants.​

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When they finally arrived, They waited patiently by the entrance, And the taller redheaded figure spoke with the guards;​

<"Greetings. I'd like to discuss business with this ''Mistress of the Star Seeker". House Vizsla wishes to conduct trade.>​

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[Kirki Alcademon]

The thick-armoured guards stood stout and motionless, as if they were but constructs in human form. "House Vizsla?" A soft, welcoming voice from a figure few meters behind the guards is heard, succeeded by them stepping to the side, strangelly enough opening the way for the armed Mandalorians to walk onto the platform's perimeter. Kirki Alcademon 's straight, head tall posture would greet them. Her thin gloved palms intertwine with eachother before her belly, in what feels like a formal posture, as her red eyes fixate on the red-haired woman leading the way. A smile forms on her grim coated lips, breaking the paleness of her ritualistically scarred face. "It is an honour. I would be the one you ask for. I look forward to it. We several goods from our colonies, to the West. It is to my hope, for this one-time expendition to be the beginning of a more... stable relationship" she intoned, as she looks the red-haired Mandalorian in the eyes. It would only be sensible by the two women, that the eyes of the tunic dressed figures behind Kirki were occasionally fixed on them. A sense of unease wandered around the several Athysian figures, noble and guards alike, although the rather young Kirki seemed calm, not sharing this feeling. "But please, let us not talk of such matters standing. You are guests, afterall. Allow me to offer you a refreshment" she continued then, gesturing her thin gloved hand gently towards the table that was placed right after the boarding ramp, underneath the long red fabric tent, providing shadow from the burning sun. On the table, there would be round golden disks, loaded with several exotic fruits and herbs, layed over a thin layer of leafs, circularly placed, following the disk's silhouette. Not far from it, there would be the rather complex curved posture of the silvered jug, shadowing the food-filled plate.

 

[Aayla Shan]

The young Jedi flicked her hair about, letting it airdry as she walked into the town. Pulling her presence inwards, enveloping her signature in the Force till it was as unremarkable as any other that was conducting business in the market. Yet still, she pressed forward. Nearing a building in the marketplace, she would elevate with ease, getting a position from where she could observe the full scenario. The merchants were open for business it seemed. She moved to sit above the market, alongside some others that had yet to notice her; elbows resting on the lower of dual railings that lined the building.

Eyes scanned, resting now on... Mandalorians. Well, that situation could easily get awkward for her, as they weren't often known for their kind disposition towards her kind. Regardless of the fact her faction had recently integrated several Mando clans into their ranks...

All the more reason to maintain a low profile and simply observe what was going on here. Maybe when there was an opportunity she would approach, but for now her eyes rested on the Regal looking woman, and what seemed to be a female Mandalorian approaching their encampment.

 

[Bright1]

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ONE MAN'S GARBAGE​

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It wasn't easy acquiring ordinance on the move, but at times, Tatiana didn't have a choice. Her weapons didn't run off sunshine and contract kills. Her gear wasn't exactly state of the art, but she enjoyed that to a degree. Made it sort of a challenge to fight when your opponents were at an advantage, though she liked to mix things up now and again, which meant new weapons were a must. Her 'cover' was still in play, one of the 'fixed' members of Death Watch, she had been moving about as a mercenary for some time now, though she would need to relay her information back to her handlers soon. There was still time however, she was in no need to rush.

She paused as she looked over her weapon bench, inspecting the fuel reservoir for her flame thrower and jet pack fuel, and found it at an acceptable sixty-four percent. She had a steady supply of energy cells, and a steady supply of darts as well, which meant she only had one thing she needed to buy; weapons. Rifles and blaster pistols were something of a collection for her, though her real passion were melee weapons. She had to leave so much of her weapon collect back at the base, only so much of her equipment could come along, most of it having been sold off to keep her cover. If she was to make this work as a mercenary, she would need far more than old of fashion Union armaments. This world, Roon, was something of an anomaly for her. She had heard vague word of it from the lips of several Mandalorians, though it didn't hold any flags or loyalties to the Union. Then again, Mandalorians had been such a fractured tribe for so long.

She found the market place easy enough, her armor earning several glances from arms peddlers or armorers in general, and several times she had to shove past some Rodian or Weequay trying to convince her to buy their 'long lasting energy cells'. Her eyes loomed, looking for something worth handling, something she would have fun playing with. So far, she hadn't found anything, but hopefully that would change. A brief inquiry however, revealed something that the Mandalorian hadn't known of; Athysian traders were in port, and their goods were something exotic. Her mind was abuzz, wondering what lovely weapons these people might hold. Perhaps it was time to try her hand at bargaining. Force knew it had been some time.
Aloy Vizsla Aayla Shan Kirki Alcademon (Hope it okay to be here!)​

 

[Kirki Alcademon]

By approaching the post, Bright1 a could easily tell that there were no -visible- merchant benches within the platform's perimeter. The heavily armored guards denied any entrance, while the shuttle with which these traders came appeared more like a personal starship, rather than a cargo vessel. "These ain't no traders" the passing businessmen would say, judging the clearly elitistic attitude of the Athysians. "They only deal in bulk. Ain't no gonna even take credits! Who does that!?" The local merchant intoned in a deep sigh, to potentially his business partners, or his friend; Close enough, however, for Bright1 's ears to catch the dissapproving comment.

"Fourty thousand tons, thats some big numbers right 'ere... These' re some shady merchants, im tellin ye..." another town-folk could be heard, not far from the nearby cantina, as he nodded his furry head towards the guarded platform.
Most of the peoples did not seem to pay much attention to the Athysian post, beyond the fact they were fitting in their surroundings, as much as a Jedi would, in a village of Nal Hutta... Alas, it seemed the post was quite busy, with what seemed to be Mandalorians, Aloy Vizsla and Tae'l Vizsla talking with the seemingly rather young, scarified woman that appeared to lead the talks on the trading post.


(Ofcourse you are welcomed Bright1 ^_^)

 

[Aayla Shan]

This much closer now, there was no mistaking it; she was wise to hide herself within the Force; all of them were Force... Maybe not warriors, but at least sensitives. Down to the fine gentlemen with the pikes. She was good, but if the combined forces down below decided to jump on her at once, even she would likely be overcome very quickly. She shifted in her sitting position above, making sure her lightsaber wasn't visible, and didn't randomly glint in the sunlight, and still she watched.

She would admit, they were interesting, as they didn't necessarily breathe the aura of the Sith, and yet the feelings that came from this group were alien all the same... And that woman Kirki Alcademon . She straight up looked like a Sith Sorceress, although they just... Didn't feel like it. They didn't overpower with a feeling of crushing hate, nor did they seem at all within the light... No, they were on the other side of the light. Something dark undoubtedly.... The people that spoke so freely on them probably couldn't see it, but now that Aayla had moved closer...

These individuals were likely cultists. In any case, it wasn't her business to engage them if they weren't harming the people of this city. If anything Aayla felt a growing sense of curiosity. At the very least, she could introduce herself, and escape pretty easily if they turned violent right? That was what she would trick herself into thinking. Nothing good ever came to the over cautious after all.

She leaned under those bars, turning and letting herself fall to the ground. Landing with an unnatural catlike agility, she would release a light sigh, then turn to slowly approach the ship, and platform. Mind you, not at all quick, taking her time and trying to gauge her arrival, with the departure of Aloy Vizsla . As aforementioned, Mandalorians have been known to become quite irate at the very sight of Jedi.

 

[Aayla Shan]

))OOC Edit, my last tag is actually for Aloy Vizsla Didn't realize there was two mandos!))

I'm going to make the edit now, but I hope it doesn't throw anyone's post off!

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

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A T H Y S I A N - P O S T
NANNURA MARKET​

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Tag: Kirki Alcademon | Aayla Shan | Bright1 | Kranak Vizsla (?) |​

"But please, let us not talk of such matters standing. You are guests, after all. Allow me to offer you a refreshment"

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"Thank you kindly" The redheaded Vizsla bowed her head slightly to her gracious host, Beckoning the smaller Vizsla to follow.​

Once seated, She gave herself a moment to observe the furnishings within the tent, Which all appeared to display the wealth of the Athysian's home world. Possibly an aesthetic choice meant to draw in the greed of traders, Not unlike herself, She thought.​

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The Athysians had made a decent impression so far and the Vizsla wanted to return the favor, Which meant gently nudging the young twi'lek's elbows off the table for now.​

"Tayl, Sweety. Elbows and helmet off, Please" ​

The Twi'lek, Tayl, Begrudgingly did as asked, Sighing as she removed her elbows from the table and gently slid her helmet off, Revealing her young and violet-skinned face. She looked no more than 15 years old, Despite being laden with weapons still.​

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The redheaded one gave Tayl a nod then, Before turning to their host and clearing her throat "My mistake, I haven't introduced us yet. My name is Aloy Vizsla, I am currently the Alor of our clan. And this-" She places her hand on Tayl's shoulder "Is my daughter, Tayl Vizsla. We're both thankful for the hospitality"​

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[Kirki Alcademon]

The scarified woman's red eyes would rest upon the Mandalorians as they fix their posture. She smiled slightly. She did not seem to find troubling the youth of the Twi'lek. Quite the opposite... Her slight nod towards the red-haired woman, as she spoke would more seem that she approved of it. She wasn't more than a decade older than her, most likely. Or atleast, her characteristics drove the mind towards such assumptions...

Before Aloy Vizsla 's eyes return on her, she turns her gaze slowly over her shoulder, in a calm motion, as she looked over beyond the platform. For a mere second, the yellow blaze of the Dark Side's taint would colour her eyes like a sudden flicker of the flame. Moments later, she returns her focus on the Mandalorians sat on the table, smiling formally, as she sat too, to the wooden chair.
"The joy is ours" She intoned, resting her leg over the other, under the dress, before laying her black-gloved palms gently on her thigh. "It was a long journey to reach the System. I am anxious to learn more of it" Kirki Alcademon phrased, "It feels that the culture here is much more... Alive... in comparison to the East, at least. Tell me, what is the trade of these territories? You look like you know your ways, around here; Alor Aloy Vizsla"




Aloy Vizsla
Aayla Shan

 

[Bright1]

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SHOW ME THE GOODS​

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It seemed these traders were not making friends with the locals, which meant one thing for Tatiana; they could very well be desperate to offload whatever their stock involved. She caught sight of a fellow Mandalorian, missing a limb, and accompanied by another of her kind; it seemed she wasn't the only Beskar clad warrior in the market. Partly curious now, Tatiana moved towards the tent, having been lead to believe these were the people she would need to commune with to get what she wanted. She truly hoped they had something good, else she'd have wasted a good portion of her day running about like womp rat; which was not to her liking.

She wasn't sure how to exactly approach however, seeing as how there was a pair that was joined with whoever the host might be up to. Now she had to ponder as to the best way forward. Either prowl around and risk starting negotiations on the wrong foot, or wait and potentially waste time. Truthfully, she wasn't sure what option she disliked more. She decided it would be best to scope out the encampment before moving to holding talks, after all, she needed to see if they had anything she wanted before she invested more time here.

Aayla Shan Kirki Alcademon Aloy Vizsla​