Ashin Varanin
Professional Enabler
ooc/ Spencer and I had a ton of takers for a duel, so we opted to go this way. Spencer plus Ashin versus everyone who wants in - Masters, Knights, Apprentices, NFUs, anyone. This is a pure PVP thing. If you jump in, no dropping fleets or armies on everyone, or somehow hacking the Abominor.
ic/ Clockwork canyon walls clicked and writhed above Ashin as she and Spencer made their way deeper into the heart of the Abominor. Planet-sized assimilative droids were uncommon even in the Unknown Regions. Here in civilized space, not too far from several major borders, they were downright unheard-of. Already, dozens of civilian ships had been intercepted and cannibalized without regard for their crews. Planetary-scale shutter shields kept military forays at bay.
A pair of unmarked courier ships had taken Ashin and Spencer through a temporary gap in the shutters. Now the Ladies of the Fringe were bound for immense shafts that would, ideally, take them closer to the heart of the Abominor. To kill it, or control it.
But also to see what else came knocking. Hiding in Wild Space and the Unknown Regions for years, under many an alias, they couldn't help but feel they'd lost touch with the threat matrix of the universe. There might be things worth killing again, and not just planets. To that end, Spencer and Ashin were here as...themselves. No masks, alchemically altered faces, hidden Force signatures, aliases, disguises. Just the former Empress of the Sith Empire and her First Apprentice, no connection to the Fringe.
ic/ Clockwork canyon walls clicked and writhed above Ashin as she and Spencer made their way deeper into the heart of the Abominor. Planet-sized assimilative droids were uncommon even in the Unknown Regions. Here in civilized space, not too far from several major borders, they were downright unheard-of. Already, dozens of civilian ships had been intercepted and cannibalized without regard for their crews. Planetary-scale shutter shields kept military forays at bay.
A pair of unmarked courier ships had taken Ashin and Spencer through a temporary gap in the shutters. Now the Ladies of the Fringe were bound for immense shafts that would, ideally, take them closer to the heart of the Abominor. To kill it, or control it.
But also to see what else came knocking. Hiding in Wild Space and the Unknown Regions for years, under many an alias, they couldn't help but feel they'd lost touch with the threat matrix of the universe. There might be things worth killing again, and not just planets. To that end, Spencer and Ashin were here as...themselves. No masks, alchemically altered faces, hidden Force signatures, aliases, disguises. Just the former Empress of the Sith Empire and her First Apprentice, no connection to the Fringe.