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Invasion System Shock: BYOO | TSC Invasion of GE-held Coruscant Superhex Objective Three





Theme: Ode to Joy
Equipment: Twin Omens | Black Robes | D-10 | Multi-Tool | Stars Enchained | Mind Crown
Location: Lowest Levels of Coruscant
TAGS: OPEN

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As she walked alone down the long duracrete corridors of the sewer those large doors shut behind her. The memories of who she had been, and who she would eventually become continued to flow through her mind. Her little legs moved with purpose as her eyes stared straight ahead. Her dark robes dragging slightly across the durcrete ground that was degrowing ever damper the further she moved.

She could feel the slightest decline in the ground beneath her feet. She had much deeper to go and she felt there would be no resistance between her and the place she needed to reach. The memories of Tamsin and the Demon named Tegan itching at her mind as she continued to press on. The Innocent and the wicked twisting through her thoughts in one newly formed mind.

Deeper down she went as the sewers twisted and grew more decrepit, older, and unmaintained by time. She could feel herself reaching ancient ruins of Coruscant's destintant past. Places long forgotten and left to rot by the denizens of this bloated world. She wondered for a moment if the people who built this place would think of what now towered above them.

Wondered if they in some way knew their foundations would turn into the megalopolis of the Galaxy. She wondered if any of the simple folk of the Galaxy knew the totality of their actions, the consequences of what they built would be. Slaves, Laborers, and droids that would come would build this place brick by blood and oil. The faiths, societies, and governments that would come to lord over them.

It was a long walk to find the lowest rung of the sewer, the oldest part of it. Duracrete had turned to concrete, then to brick, and then to stone, and by the end dirt. The stench growing ever stronger the deeper you went, things squirming the muck. Possible treasures in the muck things people had just tossed away. These deep places, people tended to think nothing about an abyss for the misplaced.

The person in dark robes that was Tamsin yet not exactly the same as the person born to that name came to the stop. The area junction that lead off in many different directions but the lowest point of the sewer itself. There was no light here, her glowing orange eyes the only light this place had seen in eons. The Area was dirt and muck, a large pool of deep sludge touched every inch of the ground except the very far corners. The sludge gargles and burped giving off noxious fumes with every sputter. The air smelled of rotted eggs, death, and every manner of disgust one could describe. Yet even down here so far away from the light above life persisted in this sludge you could just barely make out the movements of something or somethings beneath its surface. Indeed, something lived down here despite the feel of death all around.

Tamsin's glowing eyes looked out on the lake of sludge, it was in away a primodial ooze like that of legend. Whenever what came before no longer existed new life would emerge from it and claim this world for itself. It was fascinating to wonder what it could be, what the next form might be. Would it be better than those that came before it, or would it too fall and fail to the same trapping of mortality.

This deep down there was no sounds of war, just the gurgling sludge and every dripping from the dirt ceiling above. Tamsin's right hand began to move in an elegant swirl like a dance of the wrist and as she did a faint purple mist began forming around her fingers, then began to snake up her arm. Tamsin began to hum a tune in from her lips that would grow into chanting as she stared out over the sludge lake.





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Theme: Ode to Joy
Equipment: Twin Omens | Black Robes | D-10 | Multi-Tool | Stars Enchained | Mind Crown
Location: Lowest Levels of Coruscant
TAGS: OPEN

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The violet smoke weaved and snaked around Tamsin's body as her eyes flared up like burning embers getting reignited. The humming turned into chanting, chanting speaking to long dead soil of this world.

"Shureen call kaio hai res ama het yol terhan."

The words rang out in repetition of chant calling deep to the world soul of Coruscant. As the words echoed down the adjoining corridors of the sewer. Like an operatic cathedral the words bounced off the walls with a thum. The words repeated and violet Ichor Danced around the body of Tamsin.

The chant similar to that of the Witch of Dathomir's chant of resurrection. Yet what it was calling out to the soul of the world wasn't yet fully dead. It was weak having been raped of it many resources long ago. The world barely clung unto life but it did manage a whimper to answer the little witches call to it.

As it called out barely a whisper the violet ichor danced forward in front of the Tamsin as she outstretched her left hand. The Ichor danced from her fingers swirled into a small little portal in front of her.

"Shureen call hai ashalro chu slari man uldo?"

The words in the chant change ever so elegantly as the witch asked permission of the world itself. The words rang out several times each time the urgency seeming to rise with the tempo of the words. The permission asked was to restore what had been taken from it. With a little whimper the world accepted the gift, wanting to live again.

With hat Tamsin's left hand plunged into the portal formed by the violet ichor. It reached deep into the realms of the nether. As it did, the spirits of the Nether heard the call of life, and brought forth the one thing that could restore it to a world. The Spirts placed the seed of the sessile plant in the palm of Tamsin's left with grace and care as they sang out to the world of Coruscant in rejoice. The hand pulled free of the portal, and it closed and in the palm of Tamsin's hand was a seed that surged with life.

"I am a memory of a destroyer God. But that memory has the ability to restore as well as take." She whispered to herself as her raging orange eyes stared at the seed in her hand. The Seed began to float in the air and out from the hand and towards the center of the sewage pit. It hung there for second waiting…..

"Naitih hai yol wolrd dou takask dyn naal, sollo yol terhan het shar au ufela." As Tamsin said those final words her eyes closed and her arms went wide. A large burst of violet ichor surged from her body and infused into the seed. The seed then plunged downward into he sewage pit at the center of the coruscant sewers.

As it sank in the muck of bubbling ooze, its magick burned away population and it started to turn into crystal blue water. The diseases and toxicity evaporated into the ether. Vines, moss, and sprouts of life began to form in the pool and around its edges. The vines growing rapidly and slithering up the dirt walls of this section of the sewer to reinforce them.

Tamsin stood there arms wide and eyes closed for a moment longer until the vines began to give off a bio luminescent glow lighting up the area that had been plunged in darkness for millennia. As her eyes opened, she could see a tree forming in the center of the pool. Still a little sapling but in time it would grow large and break through the foundations of the city above it.

"May your roots grow deep and your bark become strong then steal. From you the jungles of Coruscant shall return. From you the scars of mankind will be wiped away from this place." With that Tamsin reached down to her utility belt and pulled out three vials. Inside them were three little worms. "I have brought you protectors, that will also help you cultivate the soil beneath you to insure you with remain strong and undefiled."




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Theme: Ode to Joy
Equipment: Twin Omens | Black Robes | D-10 | Multi-Tool | Stars Enchained | Mind Crown
Location: Lowest Levels of Coruscant
TAGS: OPEN

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She lifted the three vials with small worms in them up to her eye level. She stared at them in wonder as the garden around her grew, the old decrepit sewer slowly fading away. Then slowly she began to remove the lids on the vials. Then she knelt down to the ground and delicately placed the three young Whuffa worms on the ground. So small but one day they would be massive creatures and they would multiply.

Deep into the world they would burrow going places only roots could grow. She watched them squirm on the ground for a bit getting acclimated to their new surroundings. What great things these worms might discover deep below, long forgotten treasures and relics. She watched them almost gleefully as they began to move about.

"Burrow Deep, find the lost place's of Coruscant. Cultivate the land so the trees roots can grow and bring something of life back to this dead world."

She whispered to the worms as they began to Burrow into the ground to begin their cycles on the land. As they disappeared into the places she could not yet go, she slowly rose back to her feet and looked out on the now clear lake that had been the sludge accumulated from ages past. Towards the center where a mighty sapling would grow into a strong vibrant tree in time.

She imagined it spreading its seeds and the forest that would spring up from it. How it would grow and break through the foundations of this world crumbling that which man had created. She imagined the city above being consumed by the jungles of ancient Coruscant once more. There were many destructive forces in the universe but none like natures wrath.

She then turned away from this place and started her long walk back to the surface of this world that had become an abomination. Both Tamsin and the Demon as one, a destructive force but not all destruction had to end in pure annihilation of a world's like Csilla, Panatha, and Exegol.

The Demon had walked on all those worlds in their final days, had watched them burn and had reveled in their destruction. The Demon had walked on Korriban when it faced it fate and came out as a survivor. She had seen every world in near recent history that had almost felt the hand of the dark try to snuff it out. One day the dark would come for even the crown jewel of the core but today was not that day. Today it would just change hands once more in the infinite power struggle of Galactic affairs. People fighting for nothing important in their finite existence.


"And so the Cycle of the Destruction of Self would continue."





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