Faction Sith Holy World Tour [SO]

[Varin Mortifer]

Lysander von Ascania Haro Aven

After hearing the reaction of his other comrade Haro, Varin gave a slight smirk.

“Security at the gate isn’t too observant. Though I do kind of wonder how strong this is.”

He looked at the lit rolled paper as the smoke curled from the end. The scent hit his nostrils and caused them to slightly flare.

“No thank you Lysander, I’m on guard duty for you all. I can't risk my senses being dulled. Too much activity and Bogan knows I'm not trusting this security. Besides, my body did not take well to the last batch the next day. No offense."

Varin looked around to locate the other two and to find his first “victim” to test out his new toy.

“I notice we are down two. They are here right? You three are practically inseparable.”

Looking at Haro he noticed something that caught his eye. A merch stand selling what looked like stylized jackets. Drawn by the shiny spikes and chains his brain developed an itch that only this specific leather coat could satisfy. The back had a larger patch on the back representing the band, studs lined the left shoulder and the tail end of the coat looked as if it hung just at knee height. The right sleeve had runic designs run up the entire arm as the collar folded back to the back of the neck. The young sith was absolutely entranced by the clothing, as if it was calling to him. He continued to marvel at it until he heard a female voice.

“Kid, are you going to buy something or just stare? You’re holding up a line.”

Varin shook his head coming back to the present.

“Ahh, yeah, I want the…” His credits felt as if they weighed a ton in his pockets. It almost felt as if they would also burn his fingers if he touched them. He was always taught that spending money on small luxurious items was a waste. Feeling his slight confliction he took a small breath and slapped the credits on the counter.

“The jacket, ma’am.” He spoke with a little more authority as he committed to his decision. As soon as the jacket was passed to him he tossed off his cloak and slipped on his new attire admiring it as it fit his form. His eyes lit up at the leathery scent as he tested its flexibility by stretching his arms. It needed some breaking in but he didn’t care. He finally bought something for himself with his own money, something new. He quickly turned back to his gang, giving off a big smile for the first time since he had crash landed on this planet.

“Guys.” He spoke excitedly, “I’m out of money!”

 

[Leshanna Dromar]

Tag: Naamino Zuukamano​

The world around Lesh and Naami seemed to slide to a halt as they shared their first kiss; nothing else existed for the two of them, except one another and the precious moment they shared together. Naamino was both strong within her grasp, but also incredibly gentle - tender, even.

When they separated, the Zabrak boy swayed slightly, his eyes half-lidded as both he and Lesh existed in the energy that seemed to surround them both. When she pulled back slightly to regard him, she could see that his eyes were full of wonder and so soft as he too regarded her in the moment. Though both of them were training to become Sith, here she could see past the warrior layers and to his heart - and she felt her heart ache at the curiosity and brightness for her she saw there.

Rough, warrior hands traveled along the bare skin of her arms, the sensation bringing goosebumps across her skin as she rested her hands on either side of his waist, watching him closely for his reaction as she told him that she’d like to be his girlfriend, excitement and hope glimmering in her blue eyes.

She could tell the moment when he actually processed her words, and she giggled softly and smiled wider as she practically saw his brain start turning. He didn’t voice his thoughts aloud, so she could only imagine what they were, but he didn’t pull away nor reject her question of him becoming her boyfriend. One hand of his dropped to her waist as the other continued to drift over her arm, and she felt the energy around him shift once more.

Naami responded with a ‘Yes’, and as he leaned down to her once more, a very rare please slipped past his lips, and Leshanna met his second kiss with a happy smile - this time sensing the significance of the moment, that they had now created and sealed a bond between the two of them. Lesh drew him closer to her as her heart pounded within her ribcage from the thrill, the excitement, of what had just happened.

Naami was wearing a bright and happy smile when they pulled apart after their second kiss, and Lesh felt so good seeing such a reaction from him. Everything beyond their speeder camper ceased to exist - that was until a roar could be heard from the direction of the stage, reminding the two of them that they had a concert to catch.

Naami checked his datapad after a moment, still holding her close to him, and responded to whoever had messaged him before he stowed the item and looked back at her. "Ready to rock?"

“Oh I am so ready!” the girl exclaimed with an excited smile that also reflected in her eyes as she pulled away somewhat reluctantly from Naami and slipped her hand into his before she gently coaxed him towards the door of their makeshift camper. “Come on, let’s go find the others and find some good spots to enjoy the show!”

 

[Haro Aven]

Lysander von Ascania | Varin Mortifer | Naamino Zuukamano | Leshanna Dromar ​

Haro accepted the slender roll-up from Lysander and tucked it into his jacket with a grateful nod.
"Thanks, bro."
"Be real with me... will I be walking into something I'll regret later?"
"Nah, they seemed harmless," Haro dismissed with a wave of his hand, then gave the blonde a look. "I mean... just don't do something you'd regret."
"I don't mind being charitable, but don't abuse me bro. I do actually have standards."
"Abuse you?" Haro looked mock offended, bringing a hand up to his chest as if the accusation wounded him. "C'mon, I'm just tryin to help you out. It's not everyday we get to party it up at a rock show!" He punched his shoulder playfully, his energy rising with the crowd's as the opening band began their introductions on the main stage.
When Lysander finally relented, Haro's grin spread wide and he glanced back over his shoulder to see if he could catch sight of the girls.
"Hah! You'll probably monologue at me either way." It was a playful jab, made with the context that both of them had a tendency to ramble, especially when smoking was involved.

Once Varin joined the conversation, Haro and Lysander shifted focus to greetings and the security baton that looked suspiciously like the ones the show's guards were wielding. Varin's answer for how exactly he'd acquired it was vague and did little to quell Haro's silent concern, especially when he turned his cold gaze out to the crowd. Varin claimed he needed to keep a clear head because he was on guard duty, and Haro believed that he wouldn't hesitate to protect his friends—he was like Naami in that way, but there was something that still unsettled Haro about the boy. Something dark and malicious that lurked behind those brown eyes, something he didn't entirely trust. Haro allowed none of his suspicion to show though, not missing a beat in responding to the inquiry about the other two members of his little trio, smiling proudly at the observation that they were practically inseparable.

"Kark yeah, they're here! They were pickin out some merch," he gestured to the merch stand which seemed to catch Varin's attention, "but they should be headed back soon."

The thought reminded him to check his datapad and, sure enough, a message from Naami was there. Haro couldn't help but grin at the words, visibly swelling with excitement, before he tucked the device away.

As Varin wandered over to the merch stand, Haro stepped up closer to Lysander and turned him toward the Jet Juice bar.

"Ok, see the redhead with the leather pants? She and the twi'lek are the bold ones, they extended the invite. But, if you ask me, the little blonde is the prettiest, and probably the most fun if you can get her to open up a bit."

When Varin returned, clad in his new jacket, Haro did a double take and his expression lit up as he looked him over.

"Whoa! You look badass, dude!"​

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

With a wide, dopey grin plastered across his tattooed face, the zabrak was gladly pulled along by Leshanna Dromar . By his girlfriend.

Naami felt like the world was simultaneously spinning around him - like the bustling crowds and heightened energy at the concert was all thrumming along with his elevated pulse. Colors and sounds also hit him more vibrantly, as if all his senses were tuned to maximum sensitivity.

Together the pair navigated through throngs of people, Naami feeling as if in the sweetest dream. It hardly felt as if his combat boots touched the ground, so light, airy and bubbly were the feelings that fluttered through him.

"You... Really daydreamed about that?"

The boy finally found his voice as they slipped back into the venue by flashing their wrist bands. Naami gave her hand a soft squeeze as they wove their way closer to the stage and their friends likeliest location.

"Me too," he admitted, needing to raise his voice a bit with the music starting, "The real deal is better than I could've guessed though."

The boy hardly noticed as he was jostled, but he pulled closer to Lesh and lent his bulk as they moved into the more tightly pack groups of concert goers. It was a minor miracle that the zabrak actually caught sight of Haro Aven , given how drunk on affection he currently was. The lanky teen was hard to miss though, particularly when in the company of Lysander von Ascania and Varin Mortifer .

Veering toward their friends, Naami looked just as star struck as he had back at the speeder when the raven haired girl first kissed him. He seemed almost unaware that Bad Ewok was well into their first song and his piercing eyes were wide, with the features of his generally stoney face uncharacteristically soft. The zabrak managed a wave as they closed the distance and he beamed at his buddy, Haro.

"Hey," he shouted in greeting over the din to the whole group.

"Didn't get into too much trouble yet, have you?"

The tease was directed at the blonde, then as he got a clearer look at them all he added to Varin, "Nice jacket, man."

All at once their surroundings seemed to register fully, and Naami's arms tensed as excitement rippled through him once more. Only then did he relinquish Lesh's hand, as if aware that he might crush it. He suddenly pumped a fist into the air, feeling rioted by his heightened emotions and the swelling enthusiasm from the crowd. Then he lunged at Haro and pinned his arms to his side in a huge, fierce hug as he hollered.

"So fething awesome we made this trip happen, Aven!"

The hug was so energetic that it lifted his friend's feet from the ground and the zabrak practically shook him like a char hound with a chew toy. Eventually though he'd set his buddy back down, having adequately vented some of his pent up hype.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Show #2: Korriban - City of Dreshdae

Haro Aven | Varin Mortifer | Naamino Zuukamano | Leshanna Dromar | Sibylla Abrantes
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He wasn’t entirely surprised that Varin refused the offer. A nonchalant shrug of the shoulders was given; the movement was barely noticeable. Then, the rolled item was placed back on his lips. "No worries, bro," he slurred.

The theatrics of Haro's hand gestures pulled at the corners of Lysander's mouth—a twitch that could've stretched for miles. But when the monologue was mentioned once more, he met the boy’s gaze with a look that echoed with silent confirmation. At least, when that time did arrive, it would be delivered with respect and admiration, rather than spite.

"A tempting offer, and what’s even more impressive, is how you’ve got them all figured out already," he said smoothly, “At first glance, the more intriguing bloom in the garden would be the Twi’lek.” A pause, as if considering his options. “But.. you’re saying go for the one that has more layers. Gotcha. I do love surprises.”

As the teen's voice faded, his mind drifted to the possibility of lying to himself, as he had done so many times before. But here, not so far away, stood someone that could make all the ache disappear with just a series of carefully crafted words.

But in that same garden, amidst all the beauty, stood a flower so rare, so ethereal—it could only be Sibylla; no other name could truly enthrall him, even from so far away.

At first, it was just a simple analogy passing through his thoughts, for they so often revolved around poetic symbology. But then, it became something more. And perhaps, it was the kind he needed, a truth he could embrace that wouldn’t be met with resistance.

For the first time, he finally understood.

She would never be his.

Yet, here the acolyte stood, feigning with the idea of flirting, or perhaps something more, just to derail the emotions that were prepared to overwhelm him.

When his roommate returned, adorning a new jacket, the blonde's gaze instantly landed on him, offering a slow, and approving nod.

It was a whole new vibe.

Blinking slowly, his head tilted, absorbing the entire situation. ”Bro, credits are weird anyway. They come and go.. But that jacket? That’s totally gonna be with you forever.. or at least until you like.. outgrow it.”

The words hung lazily in the air; and somehow, the comment pulled his mind elsewhere--back to Ukatis. Back to his father. Now that he was gone, the concept of credits felt heavier.

With an exhale, he pushed the thought aside. “But nah. It’s solid. You look sick bro. Guess you’re like the rest of us now: broke and officially stylish. What a dream.”

A beat later, the unmistakable Zabrak finally approached. “Me? Nah. Can’t say the same for her, though.” A subtle gesture of the head towards Haro's top pick would say more than words ever could; there wasn’t any need to elaborate. A grin followed, lingering longer than it should have. “Captain’s orders.”

Music continued pouring from the speakers, but it wasn't just the energy from the Bad Ewok's that he felt; it was almost like he could feel the pulse of camaraderie between all the Badawans. It was a rare sensation, and one of more positive ones experienced at the concert thus far. Shifting his body to the beat, he gave Leshanna a polite smile and small wave, not wishing to interrupt the moment between the inseparable trio. While he wouldn't voice it, from everything observed between them, he was genuinely happy for whatever was unfurling.

Lysander lingered, content where he was.

For now.

Waiting.

Observing.

The girls were still there, within reach—if he decided they should be.

But part of him was also curious about whatever mischief Varin might possibly be entertaining.

 

[Leshanna Dromar]

Tags: Naamino Zuukamano // Haro Aven // Varin Mortifer // Lysander von Ascania ​

It was clear to Leshanna that Naamino was in a state of bliss after their kiss; she didn’t blame him for it either for she too felt like she was on cloud nine, and was the luckiest girl in the whole galaxy. She would occasionally glance over at the Zabrak boi, one of her bestest of friends…her boyfriend, now. The almost dazed and happy expression on his face made her smile, and she squeezed his hand in a gesture of affection.

When they reached the entry into the venue, they both flashed their wrist bands before being allowed to pass through, and as they did so Naamino finally seemed to find his voice: "You... Really daydreamed about that?"

Lesh glanced at him and nodded. “Yeah, I did! A lot, actually.” she confessed to affirm his question about that.

"Me too. The real deal is better than I could've guessed though."

The girl’s smile widened as she seemed to beam with pride hearing that. She was surprised, pleasantly so, to hear that he had daydreamed about kissing her too - and she couldn’t help but agree that the real deal was so much better than the imaginary kiss.

“It definitely is.” She said as she drew him closer as her eyes glimmered with playful mischievousness, especially as they drew closer to their waiting group. “I’d rather kiss the real you instead of an imaginary version anyway. So much better. Don’t think I’ll be able to get enough of it.” she whispered to him and gave him a small wink, before she put on a more casual expression so as not to embarrass him too much in front of the others.

Upon meeting back up with the others, Lesh was quick to spot the stun baton in Varin’s hand - though she didn’t prod him about it. Varin was…well, there was something about him that told her that he was not really someone to be messed with, and she would rather have him on her good side. She looked over the new jacket Varin had procured as well and gave him a look of approval. She then met Haro’s bright gem eyes and gave him a knowing smirk as a light dusting of pink colored the bridge of her nose for a moment. He knew what had happened; no doubt, he had helped Naami with the whole thing to ensure her and the Zabrak could share such a special moment.

That was something she deeply enjoyed about her boys - they seemed to work together, when it came to their shared connection with the girl - instead of working against one another, as most others would.

Quite suddenly, Naami released her hand and threw a clenched fist into the air as his whole persona vibrated with barely contained energy, before he practically pounced on his buddy and pinned Haro in a tight hug, exclaiming excitedly his joy in making the trip happen.

Leshanna couldn’t help the laughter that rolled from her at the sight of Naami bear hugging Haro. His energy was infectious and she threw her hands up in the air with the familiar rocker gesture as she finally tuned into the opener, Bad Ewok, and let the music flow over her and energize her soul.

She was so excited with everything that was happening, and she couldn’t wait to experience more of what the evening had to offer.

 

[Varin Mortifer]

Lysander von Ascania Leshanna Dromar Naamino Zuukamano Haro Aven

Varin smiled at the compliments on his new garb, as Naamino and Leshanna rejoined the group.

“Ah there you guys are.” He eyed them, not out of suspicion but to see if anything was out of the ordinary. He instantly noticed the more red features in the facial area of his friends.

“Are you two all right?! You both didn’t ingest any poisons did you? I know of a way to get it out of your system but you wont like it.”

He noticed the looks when they saw the shock baton, a feeling crept over him, he didn’t know what it was but he had a small fight with himself.

Find an unsuspecting victim……use it……exert dominance….maime….

stop…..breathe….enjoy this time with new comrades….protect them….only use it when necessary….role model…

"Maybe I'll test it on someone who deserves it. I don't want to ruin everyone's fun." He smiled warmly.

Quietly, he hid the baton in his jacket taking a deep breath as he looked at everyone showing their excitement. The thrum of the beat vibrating his chest, it was not like anything he heard. Like mortars but in a rhythm, instruments screamed like a battalion chanting for battle while a lead vocalist led its charge. Something gripped Varin in the chest and he couldn’t help himself any longer.

A primal yell left his vocals as he absorbed the sounds around him and with ember like eyes he locked onto his friends.

“LETS HAVE SOME FUN!”

He began to make his way to where the sounds were coming from smoke gently floating off his back, talking to himself and whoever was nearby.

“I have never felt such….drive…the energy….What do i do with this?!”

He felt his thumb twitching over his fingers as they rested to his sides, twitching to the beat. All while he looked around the room taking in the electricity in the air.

“It’s almost like…I’m being called to action. It makes me want to…break things!”

Slowly he pulled out his crystal necklace and gently rubbed his thumb over it. It slowly began to wash a wave a calm over him.

 

[Haro Aven]

Naamino Zuukamano | Leshanna Dromar | Lysander von Ascania | Varin Mortifer ​

"Hey!" The familiar gruff bark of a greeting drew Haro's attention away from his conversation with Lysander and toward his buddy's voice. He immediately lit up upon seeing Naamino and Leshanna approaching, his bright eyes taking in the sight of them both with an excited knowing look. He held back the laugh that threatened to bubble forth at seeing how downright twitterpated they both looked.

The "captain's orders" comment earned Lysander a cautionary look before Haro glanced at Lesh, momentarily concerned at what she might think of the implication that the boys had been discussing the girls at the bar. He found her looking back at him in a way that made his heart race and, all at once, he forgot what he'd been worried about. He returned her flirty little smirk with one of his own and gave her a wink. He so enjoyed their moments of silent communication and how they seemed to so effortlessly pass energy back and forth through eye contact alone.

So caught up in those beautiful sapphire eyes he was that Naami's hug caught him completely by surprise. The Zabrak's powerful arms wrapped him up and constricted with such force that his cry of alarm was reduced to nothing more a breathless squeak as he was lifted off his feet and shaken from side to side. There was a brief moment when Haro feared for his life, or at the very least the integrity of his rib cage.

"B-buddy," Haro managed to croak, wiggling in his grasp, before the pressure of the crushing hug was released and he was returned to his feat. The moment his lungs were allowed air again, he was laughing breathlessly, clearly thrilled with the unexpected affection despite its intensity.

"I agree! But damn you gotta be careful how you're wielding these things, buddy." Haro took a hold of both the Zabrak's exposed biceps and squeezed. Then, he shook him a bit before he punched his shoulder playfully, still grinning from ear to ear. "Coulda snapped me in half!"

Haro shook his head at Varin's question about if the two lovebirds had been poisoned, chuckling to himself and he fished in his jacket pocket for the flask. He twisted the cap off and stepped up next to Lesh, throwing an arm around her shoulders and offering her the first sip.

"Should we cheers to a fething awesome trip then?" Haro asked his two companions with a knowing smirk, just as Varin cried out in his own enthusiastic expression of the electric energy that seemed to be rippling through the crowd.​

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Show #2: Korriban - City of Dreshdae

Haro Aven | Varin Mortifer | Naamino Zuukamano | Leshanna Dromar
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With the roach pressed between his fingers, he inhaled deeply. A familiar burn spread through his chest. Then, it would be flicked away.

A comment from earlier surfaced in Lysander’s mind—the message on his datapad, compared to lyrics of a song.
The thought was welcomed.

A new version of himself waiting to be born.

His focus fell upon the band on stage, and more specifically, the singer of the Bad Ewoks. Even through the haze, he pictured himself there, performing before a live audience.

If any thought were to stay with him longer after tonight, it would be that one.

The warmth of Badawan camaraderie was welcomed, like a flame against the cold encroaching within.

There was also a gentle tug toward solitude.

But not all curiosity had vanished.

He refused to be crushed by the sudden departure earlier.

Lysander’s gaze roamed, drawn not to all three of the girls as Haro had pointed out, but to the blonde.

There was depth in what he saw, layers upon layers, waiting to be unraveled.

One more was left unexplored—his own, raw and primal.

Carrying a credcard, all concerns began to fade. His two-wheeled machine? Where might he end up by morning?

Irrelevant.

As Haro retrieved a flask from his jacket, Lysander mirrored the movement—but it wasn’t alcohol he reached for. That felt like a losing bet, something that dulled the senses rather than sharpening them.

No, what he craved was something calculated, something cultivated.

Seconds later, a spark ignited another tip. Clouds of smoke encircled the teen, ready to transport him beyond uncharted territory, intrigued by the possibility that his altered perception might allow him to feel everything with fresh depth and foreign intensity. Some sensations remained uncharted; some boundaries, left untested.

The familiar burn took hold deeply. For the first time tonight, he began to drift further. Maybe she was looking for something too. Maybe she was here to drown out thoughts of someone else, just as he was.

Or maybe she was existing in a way he hadn’t quite learned to yet.

The ember flared as he pulled, heat passing through paper, through fingertips, through his breath.

Not rushed.

Nor absentminded.

Controlled.

A ritual in its own right.

A steady breath.

A pause between thoughts.

The acolyte wasn’t trying to escape; he was fine-tuning. Ideas hovered longer than usual, and some lights blurred, but the girl was somehow distinct through every change.

His body began to feel lighter.

The tilt of her head, coupled with the shadows upon her cheekbones, taunted him in this charged atmosphere.

An enigma daring him to step forward.

The blonde’s glazed stare lingered longer than it should have as he exhaled slowly, lips parting just slightly.

When the notes of a song faded away, a sudden ripple of applause snapped him back to the present. Releasing the rolled papers casually from his hand, he turned his attention to the nearby acolytes.

“I shall return shortly.”

Not entirely a lie, but not exactly a whole truth either, for if things played out as he foresaw, he wouldn't be seeing them until they returned to the academy next week. And without further hesitation, he stepped away, his mind locked on one purpose.

[Thread Exit]​

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

The elated zabrak was so caught up in the sudden surge of joy and great music. It took him a moment to register initial comments about the state of him and Lesh, but he was temporarily distracted by the hilarious reaction of his buddy.

The moment his lungs were allowed air again, he was laughing breathlessly, clearly thrilled with the unexpected affection despite its intensity.

"I agree! But damn you gotta be careful how you're wielding these things, buddy." Haro took a hold of both the Zabrak's exposed biceps and squeezed. Then, he shook him a bit before he punched his shoulder playfully, still grinning from ear to ear. "Coulda snapped me in half!"

Naami was hardly jostled by the attempts to roughhouse in return, but his fierce grin showed just how please he was to have his heightened excitement met with such enthusiasm. He flexed into the grab and held ground against his lanky friend.

"Yer stronger than ya think, Aven," the teen barked back, swatting at him a bit and cuffing the side of his head to ruffle his hair just slightly with a lazy open handed swing.

Remaining close to Leshanna Dromar and Haro, the teen turned to Varin Mortifer and Lysander von Ascania . The zabrak eyed the brunette with a slightly guarded look. At first it might appear he was about to be overly serious, as was his tendency, but the stern line of his mouth turned to a smirk.

"Nah, not poisoned- might be time to change that though," he teased dryly as he waited for Lesh to take a swig from the flask.

Curious, icy eyes shifted to the uncharacteristically quiet blonde. Naami had grown accustomed to Lys getting chattier when he smoked but it seemed something had transpired between he and Haro, something that inspired deep introspection. The zabrak made note but decided not to pry, Lys could take care of himself.

Gently, Naami nonverbally requested the flask from Lesh and snuck an arm about her waist to pull her close- with Haro hugging her other side, the three of them were the picture of "inseparable" that Varin had painted before. The zabrak took a big swig, then a smaller second, and handed the flask back to the roguish mechanic.

“I shall return shortly.”

Tipping his horned head to his peer, Naami offered a two finger salute. There was an unspoken well-wish contained therein, the acknowledgment of one young man to another and the confidence that they'd each forge a path for themselves this night. Even though this evening was more about revelry than any kind of training for their futures, Naami could sense the social gravitas brought on by the concert atmosphere and heady, exhilarating beats.

Varin must have been feeling much the same, because the boy whooped and cheered, describing the sensation of being called to action. Naami's grin returned and he gave Lesh another squeeze against his side. Turning his face to press his forehead against her dark hair, Naami breathed in the warmth of her for a moment before murmuring.

"Once Tears starts their set, the pit is gonna get astral- I think Varin'll like it. Ok if I mosh for a bit? Show him the ropes?"

Raising his head once more, Naami met eyes with Haro and they shared a moment of silent communication. The flask passed between them a few more times and soon Bad Ewok wrapped their opening act to the hollers and cheers of an increasingly rioted crowd. In truth, the zabrak was growing antsy, and he'd spotted more than a few of his kin already gravitating toward the pit.

"Oi Varin, lemme show you the craziest part of these shows- I'll find you in a few songs Lesh."

With a thrill he bent to steal a quick kiss before relinquishing her to the companionship of his buddy. Naami turned to his peer, who admittedly he knew the least about, and gestured with a beckoning wave.

"Stay on your toes man, and don't swing for blood unless you're ready to stand your ground. Let me handle any zabrak, horn clashes aren't for the faint of heart or soft of skull- not that you're either of those things."

Pushing through the crowds as Tuk'ata Tears properly picked up speed after the usual opening hype and introductions, Naami directed them to the heart of the pit where concertgoers were already churning into a properly gnarly mosh. It took no time at all for the two teens to be swallowed up by the energy of it all. Naami looked out for the new guy, but soon found he didn't need tending. The zabrak lost himself to the aggressive joy of it all, slamming into others, locking horns with a few fellow zabrak, and working up a sweat all while the music reverberated through his very bones.

 

[Varin Mortifer]

Naamino Zuukamano

The first band had finished their set and the main event was beginning, Varin was deeply entranced from the music, so distracted he did not notice his roommate had left until he turned his direction and saw him heading through the crowd. Before he could try to get his attention he heard his name being called and he then saw Naamino speaking to him.

"Oi Varin, lemme show you the craziest part of these shows”

Varin puffed up to show he was ready for action. Fists clenched to his sides, practically white knuckling. He followed the Zabrak with eagerness as they passed through the crowd.

“Oh no need to worry about me, you just let me know if you need me to tag in.” He smirked towards him.

In what seemed like seconds Varin was swallowed up in the whirling crowd of bodies of various shapes and sizes. He stood his ground and raged with the others proudly. He would shove his body into some, they would shove back with equal fervor.

THEY’RE ALL CHALLENGING YOU BOY STOP PLAYING WITH THEM Ignati yelled into Varins mind but it was met with deaf ears to the energetic beat of heavy sound.

His back began to smolder so he removed his jacket and tied it to his waist before letting the flames light ablaze burning away his shirt. He flailed and threw his body around catching the attention of a male sith pureblood who met Varin with a closed fist to his face.

“Watch yourself runt!”

Varin glared at him and spit blood out of his mouth.

He could hear Ignati growl lowly in his mind.

....That one.

Without a second thought Varin let out a yell as he rammed his shoulder into his assailant sending them both to the floor surrounded by the maelstrom of bodies.

"You are my first sacrifice!" Varin yelled atop the pureblood as his fists began to thunder across his jaw.

 

[Leshanna Dromar]

Naamino Zuukamano // Haro Aven // Varin Mortifer // Lysander von Ascania​

Lesh quirked an eyebrow at Varin’s comment about Naami and her being poisoned, a puzzled expression coming over her face briefly before her attention was drawn to Haro as he stepped up to her and draped an arm around her shoulders as he offered her the flask in his hand as he mentioned giving a cheer for their trip.

“Oh kark yeah!” Lesh responded as she took the flask and tipped back a swig of the contents within. Her face scrunched as the liquor burned her mouth and throat, but the harshness of it was quickly replaced by a pleasant heat that was now flooding through her veins and spreading through her limbs. She took a second quick drink before the flask was passed along to Naamino and the group shared some more camaraderie before the blonde, Lysander, decided to step away, saying that he would return but as Lesh watched him disappear into the crowd she knew that they would not be seeing him again.

Varin however, remained and seemed rather caught up in the electrifying energy that rippled all around them. Naami gave her a squeeze at her side and she felt his head rest gently upon her own for a moment, before he asked her in a murmured voice if it was okay that he took Varin to the ‘pits’ once Tears came on stage.

“Yeah - go for it!” she replied back, glancing up in time to see Naami share a look with Haro in their own form of communication. The flask of alcohol passed between them a few more times, enough for it to truly begin to settle into Lesh and make her a bit hazy as the opening act began to wrap up their set.

It was around that time that Naami stole a quick kiss from her and said he’d find her after a few songs, before he enticed Varin to follow him and the two boys disappeared into the rowdy crowd, leaving Lesh alone in the safe comfort of Haro’s presence. The slightly tipsy and very excited girl smiled at the handsome roguish boy as she slipped her hand into his and jumped up and down with her barely contained energy.

“Haro!! AHHH I’m so excited! I can't believe I'm here with you guys!!” she practically screamed as Tukata Tears made their way on stage. The moment the music blasted the crowds, Leshanna threw her fists up into the air and let out a fierce cry that mingled with the raised hands and voices of hundreds, if not thousands, of others who had come to experience the wild energy of a Sith concert. The moment was thrilling, electrifying, and she was so happy that she got to share in the experience with not just one, but both of her boyfriends.

 

[Haro Aven]

Leshanna Dromar | Naamino Zuukamano | Lysander von Ascania | Varin Mortifer ​

It was clear as transpera-steel just how elated the tall lanky teen was to be reunited with his trio again. His bright buoyant laughter carried over the music at the adorable scrunched up face Lesh made after exclaiming her agreement and throwing back a hefty swig from the flask.

Haro gave Lysander a knowing smirk as the blonde made his exit from the group and called after him. "Good luck, my friend!"

The little smoke session he'd shared with his nobleman had been a welcome respite within the chaos of the concert—Lysander often had a notably calming effect on Haro—but he genuinely hoped that the blonde would be able to pull himself out of whatever funk he was feeling and have some fun with the Jet Juice girls.

Haro's attention was pulled back to Naami's unexpectedly affectionate gesture of pressing close to Leshanna and murmuring something in her ear. Her enthusiastic encouragement and the look Haro got from his buddy told him what he needed to know about what had been said between them—the zabrak likely wanted to get up closer as things got more rowdy.

By the time Bad Ewok had finished their set and the main event was being introduced, the three of them had basically finished the contents of the flask and Haro was beginning to feel properly buzzed. To his surprise, Naami leaned in and gave Lesh a quick kiss before he took off toward the pit with Varin in tow. Haro couldn't help but grin at the display, one eyebrow perking up as he gave Lesh a suggestive look. He'd rarely seen the zabrak so openly affectionate, and it warmed his heart to see his buddy let loose a bit and finally show how he really felt.

Haro squeezed Leshanna's hand as she took hold of his, and he smiled fondly at her while she bounced and squealed with excitement, absolutely thrilled and deeply satisfied by how happy she was. Her energy and the energy of the roaring crowd all around was contagious, electrifying. The warm embrace of the booze paired with the heady euphoric effects from the herb was hitting just right, and he too whooped and pumped a fist in the air as the first few notes of Tuk'ata Tears' first song rang out. The amps for the headliners were turned up much louder than they had been for the opening act, which had the no doubt intentional effect of drawing people from across the venue toward the main stage. The surge of bodies was admittedly a bit intimidating and, even in his intoxicated state, Haro kept his wits about him, especially in consideration of his girlfriend. Although he knew she was more than capable of defending herself, he couldn't help but feel protective of her, especially when he knew Naami had entrusted him with her safety as well.

As people filled in around them, he moved to stand behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in close against him for a moment as he leaned in to speak into her ear just loud enough to be heard over the noise.

"I'm so happy you're happy, beautiful," he said before he kissed her on the cheek.

He kept one hand on her waist but gave her enough leeway to move as she saw fit. Meanwhile, he swayed a bit and bobbed his head to the heavy grinding beat of the metal music, watching the lead guitarist with a sense of wonder. He'd taught himself of bit of mandolin as a kid and he was trying to learn the electric guitar as part of Lysander's band idea, so watching a true performer tearing it up in front of him like that was beyond astral.

A tall wide alien of sort shoved their way in front of them, pretty much completely blocking out Lesh's view of the stage, but Haro had an idea.

"Follow me," he said against her ear again before he took her by the hand and deftly wove his way closer to the stage, not quite to the mosh pit proper. He turned to her, that familiar mischievous look in his gemstone eyes which were exceptionally striking with the dark eyeliner and slight glassiness.

"Let's get you a better view!" He shouted over the music before he knelt down beside her and tapped his shoulder, indicating he wanted her to climb on. He swiftly helped her get into position before the little room they had created for themselves got too crowded, then stood to his full height, grateful for all the hard training he'd been doing with Naami recently.

He happily held her aloft like that for the next few songs, and eventually spotted their zabrak companion emerging from the mosh pit. Naami drew more than a few nearby wandering eyes, despite the band on stage, and even seemed to mostly clear a path as he stalked toward them, partially tattooed torso exposed and slick with sweat. When he got close enough, Haro could see that his powerfully built buddy was sporting a few fresh superficial wounds and knuckles stained with someone else's blood. Haro's eyes went wide as he took in the sight, then he grinned at him.

"You have fun, buddy?!"​