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Vestra Tane
Armor

In truth, Lysander wasn’t bothered so much by Varin’s lack of preparedness. Had it been someone else, he might have been less forgiving, reacted differently altogether. But surely the two of them had survived worse on Korriban, and this little oversight was barely worth a scowl.

So he just let the smile come slowly, a warm curve taking residence at the corner of his mouth. The teen’s shoulders dipped in a small, conspiratorial shrug as he glanced at his former roommate.

“I see it too. Though I’d hate for anyone to confuse me for you.. you might end up in my messes by accident.” The smile lingered as he briefly turned his attention to Naniti, like it was a private joke.

For all of Lysander’s discipline, the freighter carried the air of a bachelor pad.. functional, sure, but lived-in, with personal touches tucked into every corner. It’d been that way since he stopped studying at Kor’ethyr Academy. One of the seats held his beige tactical bag while elsewhere the freighter doubled as an armory and storage for his bikes. Lysander unclipped the strap of the bag. Inside, the foam interior cradled a compact SMG.

Tapping the weapon’s stock with his thumb, he offered it, barrel down, across to Varin. “A man in trouble is far more attractive when he’s armed. The barrel is suppressed enough for tighter spaces. Just try not to be clever..”

Besides, it’d be good to have someone else's fingerprints on it. Right?

The Togruta’s words cut through that small little ritual. Returning to her, he took in everything, as she outlined her thoughts. The logic seemed precise, entirely sensible. He let a short breath release, then nodded.

“Engines at the source.. Sounds good. You lead to the bay; I’ll handle the manual override and any sync lines that try to lock us out. Varin, you’re our distraction.. draw attention, keep them moving away from the service ducts. We’ll signal each other as we go?”

The next time he moved, it was with purpose.. but not haste, towards the freighter's ramp, giving the other two a breath to lock themselves in, or even change their minds if needed.

Varin Mortifer · Nov 11, 2025

OBJECTIVE:1

Varin's eyes lit up when he was offered the firearm. He had never shot a slug thrower before, in almost shaking anticipation he gently took the smg from Lysander's grip. He admired it making sure the barrel was pointed at the wall or floor.

“Ohh Lys, this might be the most fun distraction I will ever make. I promise I will keep the casino mostly intact.”

Opening up his vest he rested the smg snug between his arm and his side, concealing it from immediate view.

Boy….it looks like we are definitely winning big tonight.

Varin smirked as he followed the duo for a bit before splitting off to work his distraction magic.

If he was only ever good at one thing it would be ensuing chaos to draw attention. He loved it. Thrived in it. It normally gave him the upper hand in most situations. He made sure the duo had made it relatively away from him as he made his way towards opening security.

What looked to be a checkpoint for anyone bringing some sort of contraband as he got in line. He tapped his com in his ear to signal Lysander.

“Let me know when to put on a show.”

He then began waiting patiently in line.

Naniti

Naniti · Nov 11, 2025

Objective I

Lysander had occupied himself getting a weapon, and Varin was beside himself getting that weapon. Worked out fine for her. Fewer people staring at her wondering what the Togruta was doing since she hadn't needed to move. The fewer explanations the better. Much like the fewer names the better given no one had informed her who this 'Brother' was!

Until Lysander addressed him by name. Presumably their name. Varin? Hardly enough to run a record search on later, but it was better than calling him 'Brother' the entire time.

The violet Togruta squinted at Varin for a moment, however, when he seemed giddy at the idea of being the distraction. He'd keep the casino mostly intact? This entire mission was just a series of chaotic events at this point. A painful turn for someone that was adept at organizing the seemingly chaotic; her aptitude, however, didn't do well when people were deliberately chaotic and willfully disregarded instruction -- or made up 'shoot everyone' instructions.

"Things are going to get loud fast. We need to move. Now." Naniti stepped quickly down the ramp with her blue eyes scanning the bay. "There's no time for caution. We need to get into position before they recover from the mess upstairs." Varin was already off to position himself for trouble. Naniti hoped Lysander knew what he was doing pointing someone like that off believing things would somehow turn out alright. "Come on."

Naniti moved at a brisk pace, not an all out run despite the temptation to do so. Best to avoid drawing attention to themselves until they go on the lift to move into position.

She winced at the lift. "Only a few minutes before they figure it out," she muttered. She turned to look at Lysander, "How quickly can you lock the computer out so only we have control?" Once they were down there she'd have to keep anyone that stumbled across them busy. Even once they had control, they'd all need to stay alive long enough to reach the drop point.

Vestra Tane

Vestra Tane · Nov 11, 2025

OBJECTIVE ONE
TAKE CONTROL
TAGS: Lysander von Ascania | Naniti | Varin Mortifer | Scherezade deWinter | OPEN

Vestra exhaled - a long, performative sigh. Someone up on the higher levels had gone loud early, spoiled the game. And now, seemingly out of nowhere, the Apprentice was surrounded by security personnel, assaulted with an endless barrage of -

"If you could just come with us, ma'am -"

"It's all routine, we promise -"

"Just a standard security exercise -"

All the chatter stopped when, silently, calmly, the Sith raised a hand, and, with a simple gesture - two fingers chopping through the air - remotely squeezed the trigger on every blaster in a two meter radius.

The Sith ignored the screams of pain, and stepped over the trio of writhing bodies her maneuver had left behind. And then once more, exasperated, she started moving toward the engine bay, reliable and now slightly blood astromech at her side and a finger on her comms button.

<<Did someone go loud? Security tried to take me in.>>

Scherezade deWinter · Nov 12, 2025

Objective One
Take Control

Vestra Tane

Lysander von Ascania

Varin Mortifer

Naniti | OPEN

Scherezade sat comfortable in the captain's chair and let the cushion take her weight. Her fingers curled around the trooper's sidearm sitting at her knee and she cackled, enjoying the moment far too much.

The footsteps were close now. The bridge smelled of smoke and hot wiring and if she inhaled just a bit too much she'd smell poo and pee probably. Bodies did that when they died, and their body pile was growing bit by bit. Scherezade let the silence hold for a breath, then spoke, low and flat.

"Let's up the fun," she spoke into the comm, her voice now booming everywhere so that those on the bridge could hear her loud and clear.

With that, the Sithling smashed a large round button. The bridge shook and rattled for just one moment, and then fires were shot. Two missiles, aimed directly at the far end of the bridge. She was totally cool with bringing the entire place down if it served as entertainment.

Metal shrieked. Lights flickered. She was pretty sure they now had everyone's attention.

Scherezade leaned back in her chair, fingertips resting on her rugsack, and waited.

Lysander von Ascania · Nov 12, 2025

Objective One: Take Control
Tag(s):

Vestra Tane
Armor

An amused bloomed gently upon Lysander’s lips, a whisper of mirth as his eyes traced Varin’s cradling of the SMG like some trophy.

“Go on, Varin.. dazzle them with your flair. Just keep the explosions stylish, won’t you?”

He tilted his head, watching his former co-apprentice. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he imagined the Togruta probably thinking they were insane. After all, she didn’t know their history.. the disasters that somehow always turned into victories, or the charm that made them function properly. It was almost too predictable on how overenthusiastic it would be.

Along the path, gloved fingers drifted gently over the chill of cold panels, tracing the silent pulse of the station's hum.. a ritual etched deep in Lysander’s memory, before something big was about to happen.

It was easy to note that balance between speed and subtlety.

“Try to relax, Naniti.. I didn’t hand Varin that weapon for him to wander off into disaster.. not entirely.”

A flicker of light from the lift in the distance then began reflecting in the teen's gaze. Timing was everything, and he trusted the chaos above to give them an edge. But then again.. he’d always been the type to bet on himself.. for better or worse.

“Once we reach the lift, I can lock the computer lines in under a minute. Or five.. any curious wanderers that stumble onto the route.. that’s where you shine, right? Keep them busy, and we’ll be done before they even know what hit them.”

A hum crackled through the comms before the voice came. Lysander's brow quirked, as he vaguely recognized it.

Vestra Tane said:
<<Did someone go loud? Security tried to take me in.>>

<<Varin's probably already doing his thing. We're headed for the engine bay.. we'll synchronize from there.>>

A pair of silhouetted figures rounded the far corner ahead of them,, uniforms, blasters, already searching the corridor for trouble. Smoke curled low along the floor from a blown conduit.. and a strip of sparking wires dangled in the air like angry fireflies.

The path looked far less tidy than Lysander had imagined..

Varin Mortifer · Nov 12, 2025

Varin received the okay as more security started to pull in from the search area.

“Sir, we need to check you for weapons, there has been some concerns-”

Without hesitation Varin rammed the bottom of his foot into the incoming security officers sternum knocking the wind out of him. He ripped open his vest pulling out the smg and glanced at the officers before taking a slight pause.

You gotta say something to them that hallmark when someone pulls out a weapon in front of a bunch of security

“Um…say hello to….screw it!”

He pulled up the weapon squeezing the trigger letting loose a hail of slugs. Sweeping the barrel in different directions all while yelling at the top of his lungs. More security started to pull in and Varin swept the barrel low aiming for legs. Multiple impacts later resulted in many screams of agony and squirming of those who no longer could walk.

He pushed his way through the checkpoint and began raining bullets into nearby machines, sparks erupted in every direction before the unfortunate sound of a click caught his attention. The smg’s mag had been spent. But this was still a gift to Varin, now he temporarily had something he could use as a mace. A security guard wrapped his arms around Varin’s bulky form trying to restrain him, only to be met by an inferno that erupted from Varin’s back. The rising smoke set off smoke alarms and sprinklers.

“Oh Deja vu, Lys. It’s just like that one time in Korriban!”

His comms screeched with slight feedback as he spoke into it.

Another guard came rushing towards him and Varin spun his arms towards him, batting the butt of the smg into the guards face, shattering the riot glass that protected the area.

OOOH throw some fireballs!

“No, I’m pretty sure if we destroy the place we can’t gamble here. I’d say thats motivation for more…controlled chaos.”

He pick up his hand pointing it towards one of the heavier gambling machines, with the use of the force he ripped it from the foundation and hurled it to another group of incoming guards. He then began to make his way to the main area beating any guards that dared to step in front of him.

Vestra Tane |

Nilira Vornix |

Scherezade deWinter
Open

Tamsin Starfall · Nov 13, 2025

Theme: Kill Everyone
Tags:

Varin Mortifer

The comm got crushed in the palm of the hand as hand as Tamsin blacked out and the demon took over. A mischievous smirk crossed the little devil's face as they crossed the casino floor. It did not care what the others were doing it was here to rob this place blind, then blow this joint. Whatever the wanna be hijackers were playing at it didn't matter to the demon it would take everything before they got.

Why because this was their game and the only rule there had ever been in this game was, they won. As the time passed the demon in a innocent's skin had moved from slot machine to slot machine. Using the mind crown implant in the back of its neck to hack every electronic gambling machine it passed.

The demon skipped between rows of machines smiling creepily at everyone it passed. Eventually making its way to the bar on the floor. "Tender, I feel a bout of good luck coming on. So, give me the rarest drink you and a pack of death sticks." The tender looked at her oddly before asking to see the credits up front.

"You clearly don't know how to play this game." The Demon slithering in the skin of a younger version of herself. With a wave of her finger and a wicked little smile. "You know I am a winner, so you will get me a drink and those death sticks!" The Tender stared at the diminutive figure for a moment as the poison of the command entered his mind.

He tried to fight it but those words were laced with the destructive poison that could rip a mind apart into pure madness. He broke to it and moved to fill her glass of the most expensive thing available and then grabbed a pack of death sticks setting both in front of her. He stood there looking for payment as her tiny hands grabbed the pack of death sticks.

"You know why death sticks are still illegal in most places?" No of course, he didn't he was just a mindless insect serving drinks in a space station casino. "The thing with death sticks depending on the dealer, there was a one in twenty chance that one of the sticks in a pack would poison and kill you." She said as she unwrapped the pack and pulled a single stick from the pack. "It was a drug addict and gambling addicts' heaven really, a game of chance and a game of defying fate for that ultimate high." She looked at the single stick. "Shame really that these are probably crafted by more reputable dealers." The Tender still stood there waiting for payment and was disgusted at this woman's story.

"Oh right I told you tonight was my lucky night." She lit the death stick between her fingers and placed it between her red painted lips. Then with her right hand forming into finger guns she pointed at one of the open slot machines. "JACKPOT!" She yelled but as she did the machine burst into flickers of sparks as the machine died and the floor opened with a hail of machine gun fire.

"That wasn't me!" She yelled turning to the tender who had a bullet hole in his chest and was staggering backwards. Her eyes peered at the bar and all the holes in it just narrowly missing her. Her eyes flared a bright burning sulpheric orange as she looked up towards where an idiot

Varin Mortifer was ruining her night of fun bringing the carnage way to early.

"GOD DAMMMIT!" She screamed across the floor as more objects went flying. Security storming the floor moving for the maniac that was not her for once. From the bar she looked right at Varin. "YOU RUINED MY NIGHT! NOW YOU DIE!" Her hand that had been in the shape of finger guns clinched into a fist and as it did the floor beneath Varin's feet began to glow purple as it began to crack and shatter beneath his feat. She did not know what was beneath his feet it could be the void of space for all she knew they were in a space station after all. The death stick falling from her lips.

Mercy · Nov 14, 2025

Objective 2

Madrona A’Mia |

Lina Ovmar

Mercy considered Lina's words for a moment.

"No, I don't remember it that way." She finally declared, as if you could rearrange reality simply by denying its existence and substituting it with your own series of events. But perhaps that was exactly how Mercy lived her life, in a reality-distortion field, happily going around. Confident that things would work out her way no matter what.

"Well, I am glad you two already know each other, because I absolutely suck at introducing people. But yes, come along, Lina. It has been a while since we shed blood together."

Three was better than two in such cases.

She smirked at the mention of the backside view, but for now didn't make a point of it. No sense in getting distracted. Not when there were people to kill, places to be, blood to spill.

Well, one point was made, Mercy's steps were larger and so it didn't take long before she was a few steps ahead of them. Coincidence? Eagerness on Mercy's part to get started? It could go either way, but the result was the same. She was speeding towards the arena, hungry for a fight, and to rip off the head of a certain champion.

"Fight whoever else you want, but their boss is mine." Mercy would mention over her shoulder right before they'd enter the territory of the gang proper. You had to stake your claim after all.

It was the honest thing to do.

Naniti · Nov 14, 2025

Keep the explosions stylish, Lysander had said to Varin. What the ever loving sithspit was that supposed to mean? Well the man wasn't headed for the reactor core so that probably meant the 'style' didn't involved something that'd kill everyone on board or destroy The Wheel to such a degree they utterly failed the mission.

"Lysander, I trust you, but 'relax' and 'not entirely' should not be used together." She had no idea who Varin truly was, and relied entirely on Lysander's judgment whether the man could be trusted not to get them all killed or -- worse -- tortured by a pissed off Sith Lord for surviving a screwed up mission. The Togruta hadn't experienced it personally, but she'd read of it and heard the screams; there were things worse than death out there.

The Togruta nodded with Lysander's appraisal. "Subtlety is about to disappear, so let's get into position before things spiral out of control." One to five minutes, huh? Doable. Probably. Unless this station had some kind of intruder-smashing wildcard that'd emerge and wreck them all. Hadn't shown up yet, so odds were in their favor right?

Naniti exhaled sharply. Vestra's voice over the channel came in asking if someone had gone loud. Lysander replied it might have been Varin, but she knew differently. About to convey as much, how someone was apparently trying to shoot the station with its own weapons, when the man's voice came over the channel shouting about a time on Korriban -- along with some 'feedback.' A slight shake of her head followed and what she'd been about to say died on her lips. Didn't really matter. Everything had just got straight to the Nether.

In other circumstances, there was nothing like good old fashioned combat breathing and self-discipline to remain calm and respond judiciously to developing conditions. Now was not one of those times. The Togruta dashed forward as the guards appeared. Now was the perfect time to let the frustration draw out the darkness. Halfway between where she'd been and the patroling duo, both of Naniti's hands shot out and tore thick cabling from the exposed panels. Despite the shattered panels, circuitboards, and other debris scattered on the floor that she flow around as a fish through water, those wires soon plunged into the chests of the guards. It wasn't a complete and circuit and their boots provided some insulation, but it was more than enough to stun them. Long enough to close the gap, draw her lightsaber, and in a single sweep dispatch all their worries -- and their heads.

"I'll clear the path, you get this bucket moving." Naniti declared as she reached out to trigger the doors to open. What were a few more ghosts in the grand scheme of things? Whoever needed dispatched to allow Lysander to slice the systems that's what Naniti would do. Her blue eyes would be crystal clear, and her lips twisted into a scowl as she did it.

Vestra Tane |

Scherezade deWinter

Scherezade deWinter · Nov 15, 2025

Objective One
Take Control

Tamsin Starfall | OPEN

The missiles hit something.

Scherezade didn't know what. She didn't care what. The whole bridge lurched sideways like a kicked bantha and half the consoles spat sparks in offended protest. Somewhere far below, something important groaned… The bulkhead? Hull bracket? Someone's spine? The heavy klaxons finally found their voice.

Oh. Now the Wheel was awake.

Scherezade kicked her boots up onto the captain's console and stretched like a satisfied nexu, listening to the ripple effect of chaos she'd just birthed. Screaming over the comms. A secondary explosion. Someone yelling about Korriban (

Varin Mortifer ). Someone else yelling about dying (

Tamsin Starfall ). Slot machines dying a noisy death. Her grin widened until it hurt.

She toggled the open channel again, her voice piping bright and clear through every corridor, every lift, every panicked security checkpoint.

"Hi! Bridge again. Whoever's shooting legs in the casino, 5/7, would do again! Whoever's threatening to drop someone into space, love your enthusiasm dude! Whoever just hijacked the fire control grid? Oh wait, that was me. Honestly, you're all doing amazing. I'm very proud of you all!"

She flicked a panel open with her bootheel, then slammed her fist into the emergency routing node. The entire bridge flickered, the holo-map sputtering into a shaky outline of the Wheel's interior.

A neat little glowing trail marked the engine bay.

And three life signatures barrelling toward it. And forty-two life signatures barrelling after them.

Scherezade whistled. "Oof. That looks painful."

She grabbed her rucksack, slung it over one shoulder, and vaulted out of the captain's chair with a bounce that should not belong to someone who just launched anti-ship missiles at structural supports.

"If any of you down there die before I get a turn," she said into the comm, voice bright, "I will be annoyed."

The blast door at the rear of the bridge shuddered under impact. Was that security finally catching up? Scherezade waved lazily at it.

"Okay kiddos," she chirped, slipping her knife from its sheath. "Ready or not."

The door blew inward in a shower of sparks.

She charged.

Lysander von Ascania · Nov 15, 2025

Objective One:
Take Control
Tag(s):

Vestra Tane

Armor

Lysander volleyed another glance towards Naniti, her efficiency indeed flicker of relief. But there was no time for admiration, only survival. Beneath the rising adrenaline, his trained instincts kept a steady beat.. a familiar rhythm that sharpened his senses.

And through the tremors of disrupted circuits and the cries of collapsing guards, he felt the pulse of the station humming beneath his feet.. a symphony of destruction.

The Force whispered, tendrils reaching out to him like a warning, marking paths and weaknesses with the shifting melody of danger. With each and every step, he waltzed through the turmoil, through the falling debris, and guards who screamed too late.

Hovering over railings and gliding towards the lift, Lysander remained crouched low, wary of the shadows and the potential for hidden threats. Sure, his senses were honed to an edge, attuned to movement but still, he did not hurry. From experience, there was a certain cadence in the disarray that he had learned to dance to.. and he was careful not to break that intoxicating spell.

Behind him another loose panel clattered.

From his position, he thought he could hear the distant din of Varin's chaos up on the casino floor.. laughter, gunfire, shouts.. the reckless chaos mixing with hedonism and greed.

Another measured step, then another. Beneath everything, he felt the pull of the mission settling into form.. reach the engine bay, secure the systems, and keep the others alive long enough to finish what they had started.

All else was just noise..

Lysander slipped into the lift cabin, turned his attention to the control panel.

The next step would send him into the heart of the mission.

Varin Mortifer · Nov 15, 2025

The flooring bowed beneath his feet, slowly giving as he bashed one other security member’s face. But it was the cracking of the floors foundation that caught his attention. Looking over he saw Tamsin screaming at him about something, the ringing in his ears didn’t really help that, before the floor gave way from under him. Quickly his hand clasped at the edge of the hole only for it to crumble as well. Down he fell into some duct compartment. His body landing with a heavy thud followed by a crunch. A groan escaped his throat as he rolled over expecting broken bones, only to find a now broken SMG.

“KARK! Lys might have me pay for that.”

Slowly he got up, placing his finger on his comms.

“Het man, uh. I broke your gun. Well, I didn’t break it. But I landed on it pretty hard.”

He was fine until he noticed the gash on his new vest. Anger filled his being as he took the part of the vest in his hand.

Boy…remember..

Ignati spoke wearily.

We have to leave this place in one piece…

Smoke billowed from his shirt as it began to burn off of him.

The intercoms sprung to life with another voice as he planned his escape.

"Hi! Bridge again. Whoever's shooting legs in the casino, 5/7, would do again! Whoever's threatening to drop someone into space, love your enthusiasm dude! Whoever just hijacked the fire control grid? Oh wait, that was me. Honestly, you're all doing amazing. I'm very proud of you all!"

His fists clenched as the vest fell off of him.

“I’m going to kill her.”

He glanced upwards at the hole in the floor, then over at the still solid part of the floor near where she was standing, the floor exploding outward around them as security personel screamed from being thrown by the force. Flexing his legs he leapt with a loud crash through the floor landing just in front of her. His eyes burned like an inferno and flames licked up his neck and shoulders almost like a mane.

With a quick wide swing and a loud yell his arm shot over his head and downwards towards Tamsin, the Sith branded runes along his forearms alighted with flame in a burst as if to increase the velocity of his swing.

Tamsin Starfall |

Vestra Tane

Madrona A’Mia · Nov 16, 2025

Objective Two
Tags: Mercy | Lina Ovmar
Mentioned: Lysander von Ascania
Theme Song
Armed with Sporebite and Phrik Punch Daggers

A’Mia was either none the wiser about the playful exchange or took it too literally, perhaps a bit of both. Bobbing her head a bit in a rather bird like motion, the neti gave Mercy another look-over to determine if perhaps she missed something during her initial inspection. Finding nothing new but reaffirming that Mercy was indeed an impressive specimen both physically and metaphysically, A’Mia chimed in helpfully.

”Yes, you’re truly a terror to behold.”

Maintaining the pace set, the arboreal woman happily informed Lina of her understanding as to the mission today.

”Best I can tell, this is like a turf war— well, turf dispute at the very least. It appears to me this boss fellow has territory she wants, so we are here to take it from him! I’m not terribly clear on the details aside from that, save for this also being in aid of Sith interests. Not the Order, mind you, but a little up and coming group called the Covenant. I met Mercy during a political meeting, now we’ve been doing some business together! Believe that catches you up.”

Mercy’s warning that the boss was hers was met with a serene smile and nod. The neti wasted no time when they entered the arena. Suddenly she held a handgun pulled from who knows where. With that same lovely smile across her face, the woman paused mid stride, leveled the weapon at a particularly brutish looking security guard and pulled the trigger.

¡BLAM!

The slug struck true with brutal finality, and A’Mia gazed in wonder at the falling man, at her own arm which experienced that interesting sensation of recoil. Using the weapon here was absolutely overkill, but the neti hadn’t yet had a proper opportunity to put it to use.

OH this is brilliant! I love the gun you made, it‘s quite effective.

She practically sang her delight into the Weave, reaching out to Lysander once more. Sprouting additional limbs which wielded her phrik blades, the woman glided forward into the sudden mayhem caused by their arrival— content to follow along in Mercy’s wake.

Lina Ovmar · Nov 17, 2025

Tag:

Mercy

Madrona A’Mia

Lina rolled her eyes at Marcy's response, giving a small shake of her head. If she wanted to delude herself into believing that Lina was following her, then so be it. She wasn't about to argue with her. Not that she was afraid, she just simply knew which battles were worth fighting and which weren't.

She listened intently to A'Mia's understanding of their mission. This was the perfect opportunity for her to get her foot in the door with the Covenant, if only to understand their nature better and ensure that she would be alerted to any future endeavours that might impact her business in the future.

"Wonderful. Kill the bad guys, win the turf war. And of course, leave the king to our dear friend Mercy." she added acknowledging her claim. Lina didn't much care who killed him, so long as someone did. "Simple enough."

She shifted away from A'Mia as they stepped into the arena, watching her draw a handgun and obliterate a security guard with it, with that same pleasant smile on her face. She really was psychotic, but Lina couldn't help but like her. Perhaps it was that she didn't hide it? Or rather, she thought she did, but she didn't do a very good job.

Chaos shifted around them and Lina responded, stepping into the darkside as they walked, shadows pulled towards her, swallowed by the growing darkness at her feet as her emerald eyes became consumed by obsidian. Dark side tendrils rose, striking anyone who came to close as she followed the others.

It had been a while since she had simply relished in the simplicity of murder.

Tamsin Starfall · Nov 19, 2025

Theme: Kill Everyone
Tags:

Varin Mortifer

As the idiot fell through the floor, Tamsin as the demon, let out a heavy aggravated sigh as Guards went rushing for the hole, some looked to her, but she didn't make any threating moves towards them, just turned back to her drink. Her night of fun was officially ruined, she would just have to blow this joint she thought to herself.

As she went to take a sip of her expensive drink she heard some grumbling from the hole in the floor. Her teeth gritted and she looked over her shoulder back at the hole. It sounded like a lunatic talking to themselves.

"Oh shut up no one…."

Then she was cut off by someone over an intercom system.

Scherezade deWinter said:
"Hi! Bridge again. Whoever's shooting legs in the casino, 5/7, would do again! Whoever's threatening to drop someone into space, love your enthusiasm dude! Whoever just hijacked the fire control grid? Oh wait, that was me. Honestly, you're all doing amazing. I'm very proud of you all!"

"Blah blah blah." Bobbing her head back forth. The demon was no one's dancing monkey, they weren't here to entertain anyone but themselves. She just shook her head and turned her sights back to the drink she was about sip. Yet before she could get the glass to her lips her spider sense tingled and she found herself pivoting on her right foot a hundred and eighty degrees putting back to the bar again.

As she did the fiery fist, from the idiot with a machine gun came slamming down, grazing her right shoulder. She felt a pop in her shoulder, shooting pain through her body but the after burn as the fist fire tore throw the sleeve of the dress she was wearing and seared through the upper part of the flesh along her right arm.

The fire and burning caused Tamsin's body to convulse, the demon was starting to loose control as the girl inside was waking up from the pain of a dislocated shoulder and the agony of the fire. The demon clinched its teeth hard and forced the pain inward and away from her onto the girl trapped in the mind. All that flood racking over the girl in the minds body instead of the real body. The demon could feed off the girls pain and torment which cause the demons eyes to flare like burning suns in the center of the face.

"You can't kill a God!" She smirked as her left hand shot forward open palm towards Varin's exposed hip from him extending his strike. As she did a chilling strike of a magickal freezing burst in hopes to shatter his hip would leap from her open palm. The temperature in the room dropped drastically as she did the taps began to freeze and crack. Pipes that carried water began to burst around them. Steam began to leave the lips with every breath. Those orange burning eyes of Tamsin's looked into Varin's eyes they looked through him like he was nothing and that this world he believed in was just an illusion like him to the demon.

Naniti · Nov 20, 2025

"So, all we have to do is break into the Engineer room, hope the navi-computer can crunch a course, hit hyperspace, and then hold off station security long enough for us to arrive and the boarding parties to do whatever it is they plan to do?" Naniti grunted. "Times like these make a woman wish she could wield three or four lightsabers with just her mind." That was what the ultra powerful did, right? What? Yes, Acolytes talked! You should hear the stories they tell each other to try and claim the best tale of the greatest Sith Lords of All Generations -- the SLAGs. No point giving them a title of respect seeing how such Lords would never even acknowledge a mere Acolyte's existence.

"Door's just ahead." Naniti looked to Lysander who had been a bit quiet since earlier. "Do you have the coordinates where we're supposed to jump?" A round about way of asking about earlier sentiments of slicing the computer. Maybe they'd just have to beat an access code out of someone. Or the system would be unlocked -- anticlimatic, but people panicked when they saw a red plasma blade cutting through their door.

"Someone's coming." There was a sense of another in their area. Someone that had a role to play in all this. What it was Naniti couldn't tell because she was busy staying light on her feet before security found them.

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Lysander von Ascania · Nov 23, 2025

Objective One: Take Control

Naniti

Varin Mortifer

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With a less than graceful step he was skidding across the durasteel floor and into the lift. A second later, it lurched downward. Somewhere between the hum and the dop, Lysander caught himself wondering.. had he actually mentioned this was his first time pulling an override like this? Probably did. Or maybe not. Either way, he was down to wing it. Carefully folding those nerves under a layer of both stubbornness and discipline, he balanced that proud swagger with a smirk.. because really, if he could manage the act of simply living on Desevro, this had to be a piece of cake.

Seconds later, the lift doors opened into the engine bay corridor. Sparks from damaged panels flickered across the floor. The path looked clear enough, so he stepped forward, carefully avoiding the rogue wires. Approaching the terminal, the first stroke of keys landed, and the red lights blinked back at him.. stubbornly. Circuits stirred, and the rhythm was even.. almost mocking in tone. Frustration tickled him, but it wasn’t the end of the world.. not yet. Forceful hacker wasn’t working. Adjusting his approach, he coaxed the sequence instead.

Whether it was luck or skill, progress was being made.. albeit at a space slugs' pace. The final node, however, was acting like a diva, refusing to cooperate. The teen double checked it. And double checked it again.

Searching for more clues, he scanned the readouts for anything that might explain the drama. Lysander’s awareness of the Force gave him its usual nudge, whispering that something was nearby. Something dangerous. Of course.. because when isn’t there?

From his lips came a weary breath. "Feth me.."

The system was putting him through the wringer.. which honestly.. it had every right to do. Maybe a fresh pair of eyeballs could untangle this mess faster. At least his voice that entered the channel sounded semi-professional after reaching for the comms.

<<Naniti.. I might need a hand down here!>>

A wry curl pulled at the edge of his mouth. <<I need a little more time, Varin. Try not to incinerate the place.>>

Varin Mortifer · Nov 23, 2025

“You call yourself a God?”

His hand flew past her after its slight impact and into the bar, shattering the counter. A loud growl erupted from his throat as he drug his arm through the furniture, shattering it to splinters as it came in for another strike.

“You are nothing in this shell of flesh!”

He yelled towards her as blaster bolts flew past him. His gaze darted to the security personnel who have picked themselves up and begun to open fire. His free hand shot towards their direction and flexed his fist, balling a couple of the guards into crumples of flesh and blood with a wet squelch.

“You are but a parasite!”

Flames began to lick down his back like a cloak of its own before he heard Lysander.

<<I need a little more time Varin. Try not to incinerate the place.>>

He growled lowly as he mumbled in response.

“Certainly not making it easy on me.”

The flames choked themselves back out as smoke was sucked back into his body.

“But very well, I will keep the place mostly intact. Some of it however is not salvageable and the carpets may be stained.”

He kept his defensive guard up for any incoming attacks from his new opponent. She seemed unpredictable, in reality this brought new excitement to Varin.