Faction Sith Holy World Tour [SO]

[Madrona A’Mia]

Sith Holy Worlds Tour
Vassal State Sponsored Show: Star-metal Concert
Band Touring: "Tuk'ata Tears"
Show Opener: "Bad Ewok"

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Details: The well renowned occultist, Sith worshiping star-metal band Tuk'ata Tears is touring! Their journey into Sith space and through the Blackwall has been carefully curated so that the many millions of Sith citizens living within the Vassal Cloud might enjoy a few nights of rowdy festivities. There will also be merchandise available only to those that attend!

Background: Tuk'ata Tears has become a star-metal group of major note in recent years. Beginning as an underground "hangar rock band", this group gained more widespread popularity as it embraced Sith occultist themes and their sound grew more intense. Now they are galactic rockstars and they want to use their fame sing the praises of the Sith Order.

OOC Considerations: If you would like to participate but aren't Sith or TSO adjacent, that's totally cool! I do however recommend reading up a bit about our strict borders and take into consideration the site wide rumblings of major galactic change. This is simply food for thought, as I enjoy highlighting the interwoven nature of story telling on Chaos!

Objective One
Show #1: Dromund Kaas - City of Moridahl
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Nestled on the border between the Shadowed Quarter and the Crimson Slums, a grand arena has been prepared for a glorious night of revelry. This particular venue is the largest of the tour and therefore the band decided to make it their first. Visitors have been arriving in the grand, Sith Pureblood dominated city of Moridahl, some traveling from all the way across the galaxy to witness this extravagant state sanctioned show.

Concert goers have been marked off limits by the underground crime organizations for the duration of the event, security is tight at this venue and the several hundred thousand guests slated to participate will be monitored carefully. For those that could not secure tickets for the arena proper, the event will be broadcast at a handful of other locations throughout the city. Technological displays and small feats of sorcery are bound to amplify this band's already astounding showmanship.

Objective Two
Show #2: Korriban - City of Dreshdae
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City streets have been meticulously cleaned by hoards of undead attendants, promotional banners have been raised in preparation, and the City of Dreshdae has experienced a population boom as travelers from the vassal cloud (and even farther afield) have gathered for what is promised to be the rock show of the century. This venue is only slightly smaller but provides an open air experience. Slated to start precisely at sunset, this show is bound to be raucous and offer some wild pyrotechnics.

Speeder and ship parking packages were sold with many of the tickets, but plenty of people will also be arriving by foot or other more pedestrian means. Since this venue is slightly more remote, the nearby fairgrounds has sold camping passes with a number of the tickets to allow event-goers to safely stay the night.

BYOO​

Anywhere between the two host planets. Perhaps you are an enterprising business person who wants to get a look at what state sponsorship could do for you. Or maybe you're a hard working member of the Sith Imperial Sanitation Authority and you're working this as a contracted gig. There are many possibilities for story telling with such a big event going on and causing such a stir. If you don't want to write in Sith space because you don't think it fits your character's narrative, you are also welcome to BYOO to a planet the band might tour on after leaving the Vassal Cloud.

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

EN ROUTE TO DROMUND KAAS

Her personal security droid, Zee, piloted the sleek Santhe Challenger through Sith Order space. With the Blackwall in place, the droid was more valuable than ever, connected to Vanir Technology's DarkNet. It allowed them communicate as the heavily censored HoloNet was often down. Even more odd was the band, Persephone couldn't decide if they were state sponsored or not. Yet they were popular beyond the reaches of Sith Order territory. Having been towing the straight and narrow, it was good to spread her wings and do something a normal teenager would do. A music festival.

"Are there are cute boys in House Veruna? Preferably not blonde."

[ Miss Persephone may I remind you the rules your parents have in place for courtship.] Of course Zee felt the need to chime in.

"I'm aware Zee. However, a young lady likes to be escorted to dinner once and again. I'm not looking for anything serious. Its good to meet new people. Experience new things. Such as this music festival. It's no different."

The droid made something that sounded like a scoff of disbelief. Maybe because she was asking Enshid, who wasn't quite a friend, not quite an enemy. Enshid was though on her parents short list of appropriate sentients she could have friendships with. For the past two years life had been very strict for the young heiress and at this point, she had just grown to accept the rules.

"Not to mention my introduction to society. I'll need an escort and I can't end up with some poor boy I don't know, forced to take me to parties. That would be embarrassing, wouldn't you think Enshid? Surely your family has similar rules."

Enshid Veruna | Cerys Dyn ​

 

[Enshid Veruna]

Persephone Dashiell

"What's wrong with blondes? But no. Or if this is, I haven't been paying attention. I've been thrown in the deep end with the jobs I have to do."

This was one of the few breaks Enshid was able to get from trying to help work with the People. She had at least been able to stop a few incidents between the nobility and the common people but it was hard work. Enshid was just pleased to get away from the house for a little while, even if it was for some...music performance. It didn't seem like it would be her choice of music, but she wanted to make friends. You didn't make friends by refusing their offers to meet up, and so...she was here.

"But to answer your question, no. I don't believe it's embarrassing. I've made a habit of showing to parties alone. It...makes a statement. That I'm there of my own accord. That I don't need to be escorted."

Sure, perhaps there were other members of the nobility who'd prefer the protection of an escort or feel like it was expected of them to have one, but the idea of needing someone to protect her just...frustrated Enshid. If she was going to be in a nest of vipers, she was going to defend herself. It was interesting to see that Persephone needed the security droid...Hopefully it wouldn't give her family any ideas about her needing one.​

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Show #2: Korriban - City of Dreshdae
Sibylla Abrantes
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Lysander's two-wheeled machine ripped across the wastelands, the high-pitched buzzing of the tuned Ion engine cutting through the air like a blade. The skies stretched out with reds and fiery oranges as the sun slipped into the horizon. Lacking a fancy navigation system to guide him, the acolyte carved out his own path through the rocks, having only the mental map etched into his mind. Along the way, he whispered that there would be no tu’kata in the shadows, nor any other predators ready to pounce, so that he could just focus on the thrill of riding.

After nearly an hour of kicking up clouds of dust, the city of Dreshdae finally came into view. The rush of adrenaline was already present long before the concert had begun; though, it also rushed from the thought of something else. In truth, he was surprised that Sibylla was coming to visit him here on Korriban. It sparked a warmth within that was rarely ever shown.

Carefully, he eased the vehicle among countless rows of shuttles lining the street, the sharp click of the kickstand sounded off as it pressed firmly into the ground. Instinctively, he powered down the engine and swung a leg over to dismount. As he removed the black helmet, he angled it with grace, letting the handlebar slip through the open visor to hold it. Although their kind was infamous for atrocities across the galaxy, petty theft didn't appear to be one of them.

Swathed in dark fabrics from head to toe, the blonde was a mere shadow among the gathering crowds. A black shirt and pants hugged his lithe frame, while a leather jacket and worn riding boots completed the look.

The promotional banners, much like war flags, swayed all around from the evening breeze while drawing closer to the entrance. A single hand slipped into the inner pocket of his jacket, feeling the two tickets he purchased from Naamino. Lysander was very certain the Zabrak charged him the regular price despite them being from a package deal, but given the stark contrast in their upbringing, it was easier to overlook, seeing it as nothing more than a way to support his brother in iron.

But the Sith's fingers instead curled around the small datapad; its screen flickered to life at his gentle touch, and he wasted no time in pulling up a conversation from earlier in the day.

I officially made it, and in one piece too! Now the only thing missing is you.

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

Outfit:
Belt of Strength, Field Com-Scan Link,
Combat Boots, Hooded Drop Tank and Poncho.

Soundtrack

Prelude​

Anticipation the likes of which he'd never felt was coursing through his veins. It was as if his poly-rhythmic heartbeats were gearing up for the starmetal concert that was now just hours away. Naami felt grateful that he'd had help preparing for everything, was thankful that all he needed to do was keep his cool a little while longer. Soon, Leshanna Dromar would arrive at the agreed upon pick up location where he and Haro Aven would whisk her away for a road-trip, a wild night of epic music, and a cozy camp out.

The pair of enamored boys spent nearly two weeks preparing for this moment through excited scheming and diligent forethought. Naamino was the mission leader, the one that had secured tickets and hatched the plan in the first place, but his buddy Haro was instrumental every step of the way. In truth, the zabrak found a sense of calm comfort in knowing that Haro was navigating a lot of the same powerful emotions that he was regarding Lesh. In fact, he'd recently heard all about how the half-kage's date had gone with the girl and Naami intended to learn from his friend's feedback about what seemed to make her happiest.

Together, they'd put ton of time into setting up a cargo speeder so that it was both functional and aesthetically pleasing for their particularly precious passenger. Naami had taken pains to ensure they had every bit of equipment they'd need onboard to ensure their overnight adventure was successful. He'd packed the min-refrigeration unit that normally resided in his dorm, to have some fresh food and cold drinks on hand. There were other sweet little touches: a big nest of cozy blankets and padding for a camp bed, ample snacks, and even sparkly lights to decorate the interior.

By the time that Lesh arrived, Naamino was beaming fiercely and he straightened up with immense pride. Puffed up about the adventure he and Haro were surprising her with, the zabrak asked in an eager tone.

"You ready to rock?"

Present
Objective Two
Show #2: Korriban - City of Dreshdae
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Having insisted upon driving, Naami was tense with excitement for the several hours it took them to get from Kor'ethyr to Dreshdae. His focus and intensity belied the extreme enthusiasm that was boiling just beneath the surface. Thankfully Haro had "borrowed" a vehicle, brilliantly rigging it with a decent sound system, and the zabrak made sure they were all very familiar with Tuk'ata Tears' discography by the end of the journey.

Arriving with ample time to the venue, they were able to check in to the fairgrounds where they could stow their speeder, even having time for a quick stretch and a snack. Soon though the crowds started to swell and it was clear that pre-concert festivities were nearly in full swing.

Naami wore black combat boots, pants that fit snugly at the ankle and hips but were loose elsewhere, a hooded drop tank, and a long asymmetrical poncho over the top of it all until he inevitably warmed up in the crowd. He turned to his friends, basically electric with eagerness but the only outward sign of that was the way his jaw and hands clenched occasionally, as if venting some of the energy through the tense little movements.

"Wanna get the lay of the land? Bet we see a few familiar faces here. Oh— Lesh," icy blue eyes widened a bit when he considered her, as if for the first time.

"Wow… you look-" he couldn't quite put words to the feeling and the tips of his ears threatened to color pink, Naami suddenly felt overheated.

"You look like a rockstar!"

 

[Andrial Madon]

Location: Dromund Kaas
Tags: Open

Why was she even hear? Music wasn't exactly the distraction she had been looking for. This would just get in the way of her main goal. But her family had given her a ticket considering they were from Dromund Kaas. At the end of the day, she didn't hate her family enough to refuse the ticket so here she was, surrounded by a bunch of energetic and hyped up concert goers, meanwhile she just stood with her arms folded and a scowl on her face as if some gammorean had spat in her cereal. None of this was her style. If she was going to listen to music, she'd do it alone. When had some of these people even bathed? They stunk from here to Coruscant.

"Maybe Korriban would've been better...Less people. Less of a stench."

She muttered, mostly to herself as she wandered the concert grounds. Whilst she was born and raised on Dromund Kaas, Moridahl hadn't been a city she had visited herself. It had the stink that came with having slaves. It wasn't something she normally cared about, but it was a smell that caused her little unwanted passenger to speak up. Or at least try to speak up. Andi normally did her best to ignore it but that wasn't always possible. Hm...Maybe the music would actually be a good thing to listen to. If it gets too loud, she might not be able to hear her own thoughts...and that was fine by her. She just stretched her arms out and went off to find the closest wall to lean against whilst she waited for the show.

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[Varin Mortifer]

Varins brow creased as he tried to decide what to wear. It wasn't technically like a celebratory party he had been to a few times around, no this was very different. He had never been to a concert, never even heard of the band, but he had been getting better about leaving his room for training. Why not do it to unwind, loosen up some, enjoy himself, or try to. He eyed the poster noting the “weapons are strictly prohibited” text and groaned to himself.

“You can’t be serious, I actually have to trust some unknown regular security?” He sneered at the thought of putting his life in the hand of some possible highly untrained stranger. He went back to eyeing the clothes he laid out trying to decide what it was he wanted to wear. He certainly did not want to overdress for the situation. Giving a quiet sigh he grabbed his daily training attire, loose long sleeve black with maroon runic designs, his black sweat pants and promptly tucked the sleeves into his black combat boots. It’s a cold night but the cold never really got to him.

Noticing the time he grabbed his ticket and his cloak then left his dorm room towards a small parking garage. Gazing at the various vehicles of strangers Varin had a peculiar taste in mind, a speeder. Light, fast and relatively ignored by other drivers. Mounting on the closest one he ripped out some wires and began tangling them, igniting the thrusters to idle. A few revs of the engine later and it was warm enough to make the journey.

Without second thought he peeled out of the parking garage and towards the outskirts of Vardin and into the dark red sands of Korriban. He remembered how to get to the concert, whether this speeder will return in one piece remains to be seen.

Within an hour's time Varin had made it into the city of the concert, looking around at various lights listening to various sounds, it was a bit jarring for the young sith, growing up in a mostly forest planet. Dreshdae was a very alien city to the boy, but his know-how of navigation would not fail him now. It didn’t take long to find the banner clad building accompanied by people that had a hard time finding parking. Varin would just park “his” speeder around the corner and make his way to the building. The influx of crowd and the noise was staggering, the young sith paused for just a split second to really think on if he truly wanted to do this.

“Nope, I paid for this ticket and by Bogan I am going to use it.” Walking with intent he picked up his pace to get in line in hopes to not wait too long. This was certain to be a night he would never forget.

 

[Avel Som]

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Dromund Kaas

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Avel Som walked the crowded streets with Darkwing perched on the bracer on his raised left arm. He wore an assortment of mismatched merch bought at the venue. He had little need for spending money at all, only on transportation, and that was no longer necessary now that he had his own starfighter. Or, well, his ebon hawk was the starfighter. Darkwing simply scanned the crowd as people made way for the two. They were an odd spectacle, for sure, but it was the aura coming off the bird that had people jumping out of the way like a Sith Lord were walking near. Avel Som himself did not have nearly the Dark presence the almost metallic-looking ebon hawk did.

"Oh, hey, more merch! Can always have more spare clothing. It does tend to get torn up on fights." The rail-thin man ran over to a stall to buy several more of the various items the vendor had. All the work he had done to earn all the credits had merely been to stave off boredom, to have something to do. He didn't actually need any of it. He had no living expenses and did not need to eat. He did decide to help himself to some of the "alcohol" they had available, just to try it. "Well, this stuff is gross." He drank it anyway and offered Darkwing some.

He enjoyed the music as he strolled the venue. It was quite different. He liked how music seemed to speak to the soul, and each band, each song had a different story to tell. Maybe he would have to buy one of those portable music devices to listen to whenever he wanted.

"Maybe Korriban would've been better...Less people. Less of a stench."

Avel Som couldn't help overhearing the woman. "She isn't talking about me, is she?" He gave himself a sniff. "Nah, not me." In truth, he did not smell. He never really bathed except when covered with mud or blood or the like, but his body itself never really got dirty. His body simply naturally repelled any bacteria that might cause a stench, because it simply did not want to be altered at all.

Darkwing gave a quiet screech. "Oh, really? That's interesting." He walked up to the woman. "Hello. At the risk of sounding too friendly, you're a Sith, right? I'm Avel Som. Not exactly one of you, but something tells me I will be some day." A vision had told him as much, though he had absolutely no idea when that would come to fruition. Not that he was in any hurry. He was never in a hurry. He had all the time in the Galaxy, after all.

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TAGS: OPEN​

 

[Azazel Xaphan]

Tag: Varin Mortifer

Three down.

Xaphan wiped the blood off his vibroblade.

One more to go.

The tremendous crowds arriving for the concert that overwhelmed local security on the same planet he so happened to have business on proved a most auspicious coincidence. Surely, it was a blessing from his Goddess Apophis for one of her blessed blades. But the job was far from done.

Interested in the ongoing festival, the last target had left the group's safehouse mere moments before Xaphan struck it like a meteor. Now they were somewhere amongst the suffocating crowds thundering down the street — a river not of water but flesh. Stepping out of the building's doorway, the hound slipped into the current.

Even the powered exosuit underneath his armor struggled to keep him in control of the churning masses. Some yelped or cried in surprise at the black armored figure with baleful crimson eyes suddenly amongst them, but the deafening sound of music prevented their yells from spreading panic.

At last, after what seemed like forever, he caught sight of the green-haired head of his final target through a momentary gap of bodies. Servos whined as he parted the horde before him. He'd crushed the plating of battle tanks with his bare hands thanks to his wolfsbane, but the press of the rabble was so great that he was barely managing to shove and cram himself forward.

Just a few more feet...

One of the local security personnel abruptly appeared in front of him, yelling in an alien language for him to stop while waving a shock baton wildly. Xaphan was technically a servant of the Sith Empire, but his business on this planet was anything but official. Even if he had time to explain the nature of his holy work to this middling street cop, his master had commanded him to keep this operation discreet from the eyes of the Empire. He didn't ask why, merely obeyed like the dog he was.

The target had almost melded back into the crowd. He was going to lose them. Apophis damn this cursed planet.

Xaphan's hands shot out and seized the officer's right arm before jamming the shock baton into their neck. He didn't even wait for the spasming body to hit the ground. The thought that the unfortunate lawman might be trampled to death by the crowd never crossed his mind as he continued his advance.

He finally managed to break away from the crowd into a larger square, only to catch a fleeting glimpse of his target entering a banner-clad building. The guards stationed at the entrance were too well armed. There was little doubt he could blast through them in no time, but the commotion would alert the target to his pursuit, and he'd lose them forever. The side entrances were also locked down tight to prevent bums catching a peek of the concert inside.

The only way he was getting in quietly was with a ticket.

Xaphan swore.

“Nope, I paid for this ticket and by Bogan I am going to use it.”

Those words piqued his ears. A raven-haired man in a maroon suit thundered past, heading for one of the ViP queues drastically shorter than the mile-long ones that slithered across the square. An opportunity? It was a long shot, but he hadn't failed a mission yet. He would loathe for this to be his first.

Furthermore, that strange tingle... a dark shadow was hanging over this figure.

Xaphan stashed whatever gear he couldn't get past weapons scanners in a nearby trash bin.

He approached the stranger from behind and began to speak as casually as he could, crossing his arms like he was also in line, "Big crowd tonight. Makes me uncomfortable. Securities pathetic too. All it takes for something stupid to happen is for some of these drugged-up hippies to take a death stick too many. Like that one there," he pointed at an individual who thought that body paint sufficed as clothing. "Their mind is in another sector, and they're carrying a holdout blaster. Don't ask me where. Even if they're not planning to use it, it's not hard to see someone else stealing the weapon and using it to settle a grudge. Don't ask me how they'd do it."

Yes. This was Xaphan's concept of a 'casual conversation.' Spending every moment from birth until now on the battlefield or barracks wasn't exactly conducive his to social skills.

 

[Andrial Madon]

Location: Dromund Kaas
Tags: Avel Som

"You sounded too friendly the moment you opened your mouth."

Andrial responded almost immediately, sighing to herself. She glanced over towards the man speaking for a moment, before blinking to herself. Dude was skinnier than some slaves she had seen in her life. It made no sense to her, considering he seemed like he had the creds to waste. The guy had already wasted it on a bunch of merchandise, he could at least afford to splash on some food at the very least. She just shook her head for a moment, running her hand down her face.

"Good for you if you become a Sith. Make sure to thank whatever "told" you that."

She didn't want to be one. Not overly. It had been forced upon her by her mother's choices but Andrial wasn't the kind to complain about it. At least not verbally. The little unwelcomed passenger in the back of her mind had heard dozens of spite filled rants about how she didn't deserve it. Her life had basically been ruined since her parents had wanted to get into the Empire's good books. It was a shame to her that she was still following their wishes for her to be a Sith...but she needed the strength. She needed to learn to stay in control. Once she figured out how to expel the Spirit inside, she'd be able to live a normal life. That was her goal. Her dream.

"I'm Andrial. Cool...bird thing by the way."

At that, Andi waved her hand in the rough direction of the Ebon Hawk. It was...neat to see. It wasn't every day you got to see non-mutated wildlife. Why was she even entertaining the conversation though? She kept her arms folded along her front, turning her attention towards the crowd with a scowl on her face still. A small vein bulged against the side of her forehead as the Unwelcomed Passenger tried to make Andrial pay attention to it. For now, the woman kept her focus on the music, feeling the beat in her bones instead.

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[Avel Som]

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Location: Dromund Kaas
Tags: Avel Som

"You sounded too friendly the moment you opened your mouth."

Andrial responded almost immediately, sighing to herself. She glanced over towards the man speaking for a moment, before blinking to herself. Dude was skinnier than some slaves she had seen in her life. It made no sense to her, considering he seemed like he had the creds to waste. The guy had already wasted it on a bunch of merchandise, he could at least afford to splash on some food at the very least. She just shook her head for a moment, running her hand down her face.

"Good for you if you become a Sith. Make sure to thank whatever "told" you that."

She didn't want to be one. Not overly. It had been forced upon her by her mother's choices but Andrial wasn't the kind to complain about it. At least not verbally. The little unwelcomed passenger in the back of her mind had heard dozens of spite filled rants about how she didn't deserve it. Her life had basically been ruined since her parents had wanted to get into the Empire's good books. It was a shame to her that she was still following their wishes for her to be a Sith...but she needed the strength. She needed to learn to stay in control. Once she figured out how to expel the Spirit inside, she'd be able to live a normal life. That was her goal. Her dream.

"I'm Andrial. Cool...bird thing by the way."

At that, Andi waved her hand in the rough direction of the Ebon Hawk. It was...neat to see. It wasn't every day you got to see non-mutated wildlife. Why was she even entertaining the conversation though? She kept her arms folded along her front, turning her attention towards the crowd with a scowl on her face still. A small vein bulged against the side of her forehead as the Unwelcomed Passenger tried to make Andrial pay attention to it. For now, the woman kept her focus on the music, feeling the beat in her bones instead.

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"Yeah, sorry. I'm not too great with social interaction. Spent most of my life not talking to any people at all. Still, gotta try in order to make some connections, right? Worse thing that could happen is I make someone angry enough to try to fight me." Avel Som laughed. "But that hasn't actually happened yet, surprisingly." Sith were an odd people, with many not having the friendliest of personalities, but Avel Som fit in with odd people. At least, he fit in with them more than he did with anyone else.

"It was a vision, by the way. Or a dream, or whatever. Said I would join the Sith." He shrugged. "I'm really only just getting used to the fact that I can even use the Force. My buddy Darkwing here..." He motioned to the ebon hawk. "He kept telling me I could, but it took a long time for me to actually believe it." Darkwing screeched a greeting, appreciative that she had called him cool.

Avel Som studied the woman for a few seconds. He shook his head. "I can't tell, but Darkwing says you have two souls. Says he really wants to eat one of them. I personally think the poor bird has gone stark raving mad." This gained him a peck on the ear. Blood seeped from it for a whole second as Avel Som just stared at the hawk in aggravation. Darkwing returned the look. Then the blood receded back into the wound, and it closed itself up. "Doesn't matter if a person has one or a hundred souls. Or none. You can't eat people, Darkwing. Not unless they're like badguys or something and are gonna die anyway." He turned to Andrial. "Sorry about his rudeness. It was nice meeting you, and I hope you enjoy the music!"

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TAGS: OPEN
Andrial Madon​

 

[Varin Mortifer]

Azazel Xaphan

"Big crowd tonight. Makes me uncomfortable. Securities pathetic too. All it takes for something stupid to happen is for some of these drugged-up hippies to take a death stick too many. Like that one there, Their mind is in another sector, and they're carrying a holdout blaster. Don't ask me where. Even if they're not planning to use it, it's not hard to see someone else stealing the weapon and using it to settle a grudge. Don't ask me how they'd do it."

Varin’s eyes instantly alerted to the black armor cladded stranger, and he quickly eyed him up and down.

At least I didn't overdress for the situation, but something really doesn’t seem right about this guy. The thought ran into his mind, as he drew some of his attention to the group he pointed at, due to his nature he never gave it his full attention.

And at least I definitely didn't under dress for the situation either.

Bringing his main attention back to the stranger Varin could not help but to pry a bit about the new face.

“You don't say. The security here is certainly shameful at best, protected by some form of mall cops. Are you here for the concert or are you some security?”

Out of habit the young sith slightly moves his arm to “reach” for the hilt of his sword ready for any move made, but no such hilt existed on his person at the time.

Of course

As he gives off a quiet sigh the line begins to continue forward one person at a time crossing his arms over his chest.

“Pardon my vigilant nature, not used to cities. So far, not liking the city if I'm honest.”

Though Varin relaxed a bit he kept his alert eye on the stranger.

 

[Haro Aven]

LOCATION: KORRIBAN > KOR'ETHRY ACADEMY // DRESHDAE​

TIMESTAMP: BEFORE THE TUK'ATA TEARS CONCERT​

OBJECTIVE: ROCK OUT!​

TAGS: Naamino Zuukamano | Leshanna Dromar ​

Contrary to his stoic Zabrak friend, Haro's excitement was like a live wire. He'd been buzzing with hyper playful energy since the moment he and Naami had met up to make last minute preparations to the cargo speeder before picking up Leshanna. As the time ticked nearer to finally getting to reap the rewards of their flawlessly executed plan, the excitement between them grew exponentially. As usual, Haro had depended on Naami to do what he did best and pack everything the three of them might need to be comfortable and well-fed on their overnight journey, while Naami left it up to Haro to secure their ride and bring the party stuff. Fortunately, his work trade at the mechanics shop of Kor'ethyr allowed him access to an array of vehicles and he had an old cargo speeder in his queue for repair and maintenance when Naami had revealed the concert plan to him. He’d submitted a false update that the speeder needed another part which was on order but wouldn't be arriving for another week or so, and he called on a favor from a fellow mechanic to cover for him while he took it to Dreshdae for the night. In that time, the boys had transformed the speeder into a cozy makeshift camper.

By the time Lesh arrived on the scene, Haro was already in the cargo camper, waiting for Naami to lead her inside so he could jump out and startle her, then he scooped her up and hug-tackled her onto their big plush makeshift bed in a fit of giggles. He proceeded to excitedly show off all the things her boys had done to make their little trip extra cozy and fun, specifically talking up Naami and all he’d done to set it up and that it was all his idea in the first place.

Since Naami had insisted on driving, Haro gladly spent the trip as a passenger with Lesh. He couldn’t help but make one teasing request that Naami try his best not to cash land them into a bathhouse, but he didn’t complain otherwise. He left the DJing to Lesh and Naami, since they were more familiar with Tuk'ata Tears and their discography, but he did provide no shortage of entertainment with animated performances of air guitar, head banging, and sing-along vocals to the songs he knew some lyrics to. Since the other two had started introducing him to the Star Metal genre, he'd found that he really liked it for certain occasions such as getting hyped up, working out, or racing around in a speeder, but Haro wasn't a single-genre kind of guy. He'd loved music ever since he was a very young kid and the collection he'd cultivated over the years and kept stored in Bodie exemplified that. It helped that Coruscant, especially the Undercity, was such a melting pot of different cultures and musical tastes so he’d been exposed to all kinds of different sounds and beats in his life.

Haro spent most of the drive hanging out with both of them, occasionally leaving the two of them to chat in the front seat, occasionally stealing Leshanna away to the back for some shenanigans which included helping Haro get his look ready for the concert.

“I’ll need all the help I can get if I hope to keep up with you two stunners,” Haro quipped, genuinely grateful for her help.

His outfit consisted of Naami’s old Tuk’ata Tears band T-shirt with the sleeves torn off—which was wide enough but a bit short on his long torso, and black technical cargo pants with combat boots and his trusty leather jacket—but he didn’t have much in terms of accessories or extra flare nor did he know where to begin with that kind of stuff. When Lesh proposed putting some of her eyeliner on him, he was happy to let her do whatever she wanted to him, especially if it meant getting her undivided attention, but it soon became quite the ordeal to get him to stay still long enough to apply the stuff. After a few overdramatic questions about how Lesh can handle poking herself in the eye like that and about whether or not he’d be able to see after it was over, it somehow ended up a success. The result of Leshanna’s skill was a dark smokey effect that made his already impactful Kage eyes even more intense by contrast.

By the time they finally arrived, Haro was eager to check out the venue. He stuck close to his friends as they made their way from the camping area to where the crowds had begun to gather near the stage.

He was about to respond to Naami’s question when the Zabrak suddenly got all dumbfounded when he finally realized how good Lesh looked. Haro shook his head, but he couldn’t help smiling at the very relatable expression on his friend’s face.

“Right?” He agreed enthusiastically, throwing an arm around Naami’s shoulders and jostling him a bit.

“Yeah, let’s get the lay of the land. You said Lys bought those extra tickets from you, yeah? Wonder if he made it.”​

 

[Leshanna Dromar]

Tags: Haro Aven // Naamino Zuukamano
Outfit + Accessories!
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Leshanna could hardly contain her excitement; one of her favorite Star Metal bands was making a tour in the Holy Worlds, and had stopped by Korriban for one of their showings. So many students from Kor’ethyr were already talking about how they had purchased tickets and were ready to show up and rock themselves silly to the wicked riffs and savage vocals. Of course, Lesh was determined to go herself, and she was happily surprised to hear that Naamino had secured tickets for her and him to attend, and he asked her to meet him at a specific location the day of the concert, dressed and ready to rock out.

Of course, the teenager had to bother her Mistress for some funds to buy herself a concert appropriate outfit, and she soon went shopping in the market district of Vardin in one of her favorite shops, Sith Topic, and came away with something she felt good in. Once back in her dorm room, the teenage girl set about getting herself ready - applying enough dark makeup to last the night and beyond, adding on fishnet gloves and her velvet and chain choker, along with black nail polish. Of course, she shoved an extra set of clothes into a backpack for after the concert, just in case - something that would be comfortable to wear after moshing for hours.

When she felt she was ready enough, Leshanna left her dorm behind and practically skipped the entire way to the designated meeting spot where she spied Naamino with a cargo speeder waiting nearby. She eyed the machine for a moment, wondering why the Zabrak wanted such a large vehicle just to attend a concert for the night, but she figured she’d hear the reason sooner or later.

Naami was smiling and had puffed himself up with pride when she arrived and she returned his eager smile with a wide one of her own. He asked her if she was ready to rock, and she practically jumped and squealed with her excitement.

“YES! Bogan yes I’m SO ready for this Naami!” she stated, her enthusiasm infectious as she threw her arms around the Zabrak boy. “Thank you! You’re the best!” she stated before she let him guide her into the cargo speeder -

-only to be jumped and playfully tackled to a comfy makeshift den of a bed by the surprise presence of her other boy, Haro Aven. Lesh let out a startled but playful scream that dissolved into fits of laughter as she playful struck at the half-Kage boy, mock beating him for startling her. “Haro! You’re such a rascal!” she exclaimed in mock anger as she disentangled herself from him, before she smiled in utter joy and excitement upon realizing that he was joining her and Naami for the concert.

It was then that Haro revealed that he and Naami had planned a getaway for the three of them, a night of rocking out then a little road trip where they could just live a little and be themselves. Leshanna practically exploded with excitement upon hearing the revelation, and she could hardly contain herself. She looked forward to the concert for her favorite band…but she found she was looking forward to spending quality time with both her boys even more so.

It was shaping up to be the best road trip of her life. And, she told herself, why not live a little? They were meant to be Sith afterall. She was learning that to be Sith meant to embrace the moment, live in the moment, and regret nothing. Though none of them said it, there was still the hidden and dark thought underneath it all: what if this would be the only road trip they would ever have together?

They were being trained to serve the Sith Order, afterall - and the Sith were always at war. Every day could be their last.

“Oh I am SO excited for this, you guys!” Leshanna exclaimed again once Haro showed to her all the extra things they had done to make sure the trip would be a special one. Of course, he lifted Naami up as the mastermind behind it all, and Lesh cast her blue eyes over to the young Zabrak man, reaching out a hand to grip his in her own, before she took hold of Haro’s with the other. “Thank you both for this…so much. You both are the best! Now…lets be on our way, yeah?! I wanna get there before the concert starts so we can goof around and take a look at Dreshdae!”

The trip would take several hours, and Naami was the self-declared driver of their little trip, which left Lesh and Haro free to get into playful shenanigans between chatting up a storm with their other companion. Of course, Lesh and Naami couldn’t help but throw on some Tu’kata Tears tunes, and the trio were headbanging and rocking out to their heart’s content, Lesh getting giggles from watching the half-Kage heart throb do his impression of air guitar and vocals. Lesh herself surprised them all with epic vocals and even some growls that she seemed to pull off effortlessly, though truth be told she’d never sung in front of others before - let alone her boys. She was just so comfortable with them, that she felt she could be herself and not feel an ounce of shame for it.

Some time into their road trip, Haro asked Lesh if she could help get him to look the part for the concert too - something she more than eagerly agreed to and suggested they put some makeup on him. The girl reached into her bag of makeup she had brought along, pulling out a kohl stick for eyeliner, and sat down on the makeshift bed across from him and set to work on making the boy as edgy as she was.

The task turned out to be harder and more of a headache than she thought it would be, for Haro was just too antsy and filled with pent up energy to sit still for very long. The occasional jostling of the decked out cargo speeder also made her job difficult, and at one point the girl accidentally left a streak of kohl across Haro’s cheek as the young man sputtered in overdramatic fashion about how girls could stand “poking” themselves in the eyes in the name of beauty - which led to the two of them bantering playfully back and forth until, finally, the job was finished and Lesh sat back to admire here handiwork.

“Wow…” she breathed, looking the handsome, roguing half-Kage boy over, biting her lip for a moment before smirking at him. “Damn Haro you look good with that smokey eye look…” she held his gaze for a moment longer, unable to deny just how stunning he looked. “There is one thing that is missing though…” she said as she eyed him more critically, before she leaned over into her bag and pulled out a bottle of styling gel before she poured some into her hand and reached over to run her fingers through his black hair, styling it to give it a spiked, punk style. Pleased, she sat back and smiled at him.

“Better! Now you look like you're ready for the mosh pit!”

Not long after, the trio of Sith students arrived in the city of Dreshdae, along with throngs of others eager to get their mosh on. Naami found a parking spot within the fairground that housed the venue and the various vendors offering an assortment of goods and food items. The atmosphere was electric and Lesh opened herself up to the energy and let it pour through her, further energizing her and amping her up.

"Wanna get the lay of the land? Bet we see a few familiar faces here. Oh— Lesh,"

Leshanna turned her attention towards Naamino, blue eyes meeting his own as he gave her a proper lookover. "Wow… you look-" he paused, almost at a loss for words, and she noticed the tips of his ears start to turn a darker hue, before exclaimed - "You look like a rockstar!"

She beamed at him, then at Haro who chimed in agreement as he threw an arm around the Zabrak boy and they both settled their attention upon her. She grinned at them both and placed her hand on her hip and gave them both a sassy hair flip and a deviously playful smirk.

“Yeah? You two like it? I got the outfit at Sith Topic! You both ain’t looking too bad yourselves by the way!” she offered up with a playful wink. After her moment of showing off for her boys, Haro spoke up next, agreeing that they all should get a lay of the land, and mentioned something about Lys making it or not.

“Yeah, let's go check things out!” Lesh said, practically bouncing with her enthusiastic excitement and she found her way between them both, intertwining each arm with one of their own, so she was flanked by both boys - happy to let them lead the way wherever they wanted to go, if they so desired. She was just happy to be in their company and to be sharing such an exciting moment with the two of them.

 

[Azazel Xaphan]

Tags: Varin Mortifer

He stayed silent momentarily, feeling the cold glass of the hidden syringe up his sleeve. It was loaded with a viscous batch of millaflower extract that would make this unfortunate soul indistinguishable from the drugged-up hippies and net Xaphan an entry ticket.

But maybe if he played his cards right, it wouldn't be needed. Besides, he was getting a bad feeling from this kid. That tingle at the back of his skull was telling him that this wasn't some rich brat with weak wrists.

He pushed the syringe up his sleeve back into its pouch.

"Here for the concert. Got an order straight from my CO to attend," his Discipline-Abbot had once told him that the best lies always laced themselves with truth. "Got an urgent rendezvous with an old friend on the inside."

A thought crossed his mind. He turned to look at the youth. The baleful red eyes of his helm seemed like embers that might erupt back into flame at any moment.

"Maybe we can help each other out. I can tell you can handle yourself, but you're not comfortable in a city like this. Don't blame you. You're not wrong to fear this city. I've swept through burnt-out ship hulks and killing less threatening fields than here. Too many variables. Too many bodies. Could use someone used to all this hubbub to watch your back. And I need to get in as quickly as possible to meet with a friend. Couldn't help but notice that your ticket includes one tag along."

He glanced down the ViP line. Some of the extravagant guests had companions, most of them paid to be here, or had barely disguised security guards.

"We could scratch each other's shins, couldn't we?" At least that's how Xaphan thought the saying went.

 

[Varin Mortifer]

Azazel Xaphan

"We could scratch each other's shins, couldn't we?"

Varin eyed the armored individual after making his interesting offer. As he looked him over through Varins eyes, he could see the shadowed form of Ignati almost slither around him checking him out, taking in his scent, reading him.

Ooooh this one is interesting boy, tricky indeed, I certainly suspect that anyone with this much armor wouldn’t go into a crowded event like this without some weapons stashed away. But I’m not going to guarantee that. But something tells me, there's something beneath the surface of his offer. Tread lightly.

You dont say? That wasn’t very helpful of you, not many people dress like this without some form of intent

He looked towards the line as it moved up another spot closer to security and spoke quietly to the stranger so as not to draw more attention, he didn’t really know what he was getting into and he certainly didn’t trust this stranger, but he seemed determined to get in.

“So you’re something of a soldier? That explains how you are dressed. I can guarantee you right now there would be a lot of suspicion on BOTH of us if you go in like that. I will take you in but you have to get something more casual, at least until we are in then you can change and do what you want. Your directive isn’t really my business. I can hold a spot until you return.”

Varin offers him some credits, an acceptance of the deal with some stipulations on his end.

“You scratch my shin and I scratch yours? That's the phrase isn't it?” He gives him a dark somewhat knowing smirk.

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

All of the affection he'd been lavished with by his two friends had only served to wind him up tighter. So far he'd done an admirable job of staying on mission and keeping them on track but now that they were here and everything was unfolding, the zabrak was teetering on the edge of an energetic burst. Naami responded warmly to the ways that Leshanna Dromar and Haro Aven hugged, complimented, and otherwise bolstered him. He'd hardly be recognizable as the solemn, surly zabrak that marched through the halls of Kor'ethyr.

Steering their group to join the growing throngs, Naami got them in line to check in and his body practically shook with tense excitement. At one point his arms did shake and all of a sudden he lunged at his buddy, throwing him into a pseudo headlock but soon let go because he realized it would be a crime against Lesh's hard work to ruffle his hair too much.

Still, he jostled the boy's shoulders and barked a laugh at the elated feeling he got when he vented off some of his heightened energy. He even spontaneously turned and pulled Lesh into a tight hug like she was a teddy bear, pressing his face into her hair as he did and getting a wonderful inhale of how good she smelled. Bright eyes considered his buddy as he continued to squeeze Lesh tightly and all of a sudden he seemed to have a realization. Naami's voice could be felt as much as heard by the girl as he remarked about their companion.

"Damn, have you ever noticed that Haro looks kinda like the lead singer of Tears?"

And indeed he did share a lot of similarities with the tall, lead rockstar— particularly after Lesh had worked her magic on his look. The zabrak mellowed out again as they approached the security checkpoint, growing serious as he presented their tickets and they all got wrist bands, but once they were properly clear of the line he whirled on them both again.

"Lesh! Come with me to pick out your merch? Anything you want, my treat."

His fist were clenched and his arms were practically shaking again with how pumped he was. The zabrak was already preparing to move, too excited to hold still now that the entirety of the event was open to them for exploration.

"Aven, watcha want? I'll grab it for ya if you wanna scout ahead. Now we're checked in I can run the stuff back to the speeder too."

 

[Haro Aven]

Naamino Zuukamano | Leshanna Dromar ​

Flashing a roguish half grin, Haro couldn't help but look Lesh over appreciatively as she showed off for him and Naami. This flirtatious confidence she'd been showing them more of was downright magnetic and it drew the teen in like a moth to a flame. He gladly offered up his arm for her to take as the trio made their way to the check in line.

The growing crowd of rowdy metalhead Sith denizens soon drew Haro's fickle attention. There were folks of all shapes, sizes and species that had come far and wide to see the Holy Worlds Tour of Tuk'ata Tears. He caught sight of a small group of what looked to be Zabrak, probably a few years older than the three of them. They passed a group of cloaked figures in a tight circle chanting in some guttural language together, before a massive near-human alien of some sort who looked like he could eat Naami for breakfast lumbered by. The more of a read Haro got on the crowd, the more appreciative he was to be there with two powerful Force users who he knew had his back. He just hoped that Naami didn't get too worked up during the show and start a fight or something. Ironically, Naami chose that moment to jump him with some playful roughhousing which Haro returned enthusiastically, laughing as he grabbed at Naami's arm and tried to wriggle out of the headlock. When Naami released him, Haro pretended to square up, raising both fists in a boxing stance before throwing a couple quick jabs at Naami's shoulder and torso that didn't actually connect. He dropped his stance and shook out his hair as Naami grabbed up Lesh in a tight hug.

"Damn, have you ever noticed that Haro looks kinda like the lead singer of Tears?" Naami asked Lesh out of the blue. Haro cocked an eyebrow and barked a surprised laugh.

"Hah! Really? That's cool!"

Once they got through security, Naami asked Lesh to join him in picking out some band merch and offered to treat her to whatever she wanted, his bright blue eyes flashing with a thrill he could barely contain. He offered to get something for Haro too, but it was clear that it was something he wanted to do with just Lesh so Haro followed his buddy's lead, happy to facilitate time for just the two of them.

"Yeah, go for it! Just get me a cool T-shirt or something. I'll do some recon. Com me when you're ready to meet back up," he said to Naami, then leaned in close to Lesh.

"Keep him outta trouble," he said, nodding to Naami and winked at her before he turned to strike out on his own and explore the venue.

He pulled out his datapad and sent quick message to Lysander von Ascania .​

Yo! You make it to the concert?? We just got checked in

 

[Azazel Xaphan]

Tag: Varin Mortifer

Xaphan looked at the credits for a moment, then back at the crowd.

Without a word or taking the credits, he disappeared into the crowd. His eyes scanned the sweaty bodies. Too loose. Too small. Too large. Too colorful. He eventually found a small back alley where someone was retching behind a dumpster—too much jet juice. However, Xaphan was paying more attention to the black shearling the unfortunate individual was wearing. Anyone else would have noticed the man had an armorweave lining sewn between the layers. Probably some gangster who, judging by their poor judgment of alcohol tolerance, was wearing this high-end gear more for style than function.

A swift rabbit punch made sure the partygoer wouldn't get up again.

Xaphan wiped off some specks of vomit before putting on the overcoat, making sure it covered his battlegear underneath. Nothing in the festival stipulation said anything about wearing armor, but this coat would prevent eyes from being drawn and questions being asked. He probably could have just dipped into one of the stores, but his face-or lack thereof-would have been recorded by a Holocamera.

Besides, the last thing he wanted was to be in debt to this stranger if he could help it. His Goddess would demand that he make good any debts before the fateful day.

He returned to Mortifier's side.

"Helm doesn't come off," he said coldly, "Nothing but my Goddess or the Day of Rapture will make me take it off."

A moment of silence fell as they waited in the line.

Somehow, Xaphan felt the unnatural need to break it.

He could feel the dark aura stronger now. It wasn't coming from this individual but from something else just beside him...

"You asked me why I was here. Suppose it's my turn."

 

[Cerys Dyn]

She hated everything about this.

The music was a savage scream of noise that grated against her soul like jagged glass. The air stank of sweat, blood, and unearned pride. And the Sith—oh, the Sith—paraded about like their mere presence was sacred, every leering grin and painted face a monument to their arrogance.

Cerys Dyn slipped through the crowds like a shadow, her black robe pulled tight around her frame. Jagged streaks of black paint cut down her cheeks, across her brow, smeared in a mockery of the Sith aesthetic—because of course this was what they looked like, wasn't it? Face paint. Spikes. Anger as identity. If she was going to sneak into the maw of the enemy, she might as well look the part.

Only her eyes betrayed her. Sharp, scanning, righteous.

She had hidden herself well. Brandyn had taught her how to smother her light, how to go unseen by even the most attuned Force-sensitives. The way his eyes had softened in those training sessions—she shook her head. No time for that.

This was a rescue mission.

Lysander had been missing too long, unreachable, and all signs pointed to him being here—on Korriban, of all places. She had tried to convince herself he had infiltrated the Sith somehow, that he was deep undercover, but in truth?

She was terrified.

Terrified that he had turned. Terrified that he’d been captured. Terrified... that he’d chosen this place.

She could handle a thousand Sith, but not the idea of losing someone to the dark.

And yet, still, she pressed on.

“I’ll find you, Lysander,” she murmured under her breath, boots crunching along the grit-strewn edge of the fairgrounds. “You idiot. I’ll save your hair—I mean, I’ll save you. If it’s not too late.”

Her fists clenched inside her robe. She didn’t care about the band, the festival, the drugs, the violence. Let the dark dance around them like firelight.

Cerys Dyn walked through it unnoticed, wrapped in shadows and second-guessing every step. She was the storm in waiting. Or at least, she thought she was. Probably just a moody girl in too much eyeliner and a borrowed sense of purpose.

But may the Force help whoever tried to stop her.

She moved deeper into the chaos.

OUTFIT: One-size-fits-most black robe from “Totally Not Jedi” discount bin;
edgy face paint inspired by vague impressions of what Sith probably look like

TAG: Technically no one… but emotionally? Lysander von Ascania Sibylla Abrantes and I guess @Open

EQUIPMENT: A single mission, a deeply buried crush, improvised moral superiority, and a growing list of regrets

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