Faction [TDF] The Treasures at the Galaxy's Edge

[DM Player-Slayer]

| Veridia |

Schmarmee Capris Halcyon


At the Galaxy's edge, where the stars grow thin and maps fall silent, whispers spread of a world long forgotten!

Kyber veins beneath the soil, strange unbreakable metals, and ancient ruins marked with runes older than memory — all promise fortunes beyond imagining.

But every treasure-seeking crew that dared the journey has vanished, leaving only ghost signals and unanswered questions!

Now, across cantinas and spaceports, the tale spreads. Smugglers and wanderers, outcasts and seekers, all hear the same call…

Who will risk the edge of the Unknown? Who will claim its secrets, and who will be claimed by them?

This time, Kai'lyn had been granted permission to slip beyond the great walls that encircled the sequestered Temple. Rather than follow the main gates, he chose a path that lead to one of the many fisherman's ladders carved long ago into the cliffside, a weathered path of stone steps and handholds that wound down toward the surf along sandy shores and rocky outcroppings of shallow shoals.

He wasn't intending on going alone. The mischievous Togruta had insisted on inviting 0-7 to join him, incessantly insisting that today's adventure was nothing more than fishing and collecting seashells. Simple, harmless… fun... or at least that was what he claimed.

The climb down was long, along the old stone rungs worn smooth by generations of weathered rains and salt spray alike. Below, the ocean murmured, as rumbling waves crashed against the sore, in a steady rhythm.

When Kai'lyn and 0-7 finally touched down onto the sand, the world shifted into quiet splendor. The beach stretched out in a ribbon of pale white sands, soft and warm beneath their feet, catching the sun as though it had been dusted with silver and gold. Each crash of the tide sent a cooling mist into the air, carried on the breeze.

Above them, petals fluttered free from colorful canopies dotting the cliff-side in brilliant flecks of violets, pinks, oranges, and molten golds. They spiraled lazily downward, catching light as they fell. The shore was strewn with color, from the fading blossoms. The air was sweet with salt and perfumed by the distant flowers, the scene a painter's dream brought to life.

It was serene, and seemingly untouched by the galaxy's turmoil, a moment suspended where time seemed content to drift as slowly as the tides themselves.

 

[0-7]

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Tags: Kai'lyn , Schmarmee , Capris Halcyon

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Simple harmless fun.

Seven probably shouldn't trust the creature. Him scampering off had been what had gotten her in trouble in the first place. Supposedly, however, he had permission. He had receipts and everything, clearly showing it was okay to depart from the Temple. If he had been lying, however, she wasn't going to lie for him. She was going to lay out exactly what she had been told.

In the meantime, the ocean was her primary concern. She left her cloak on the ship to not get it sandy and set out to sit herself down to meditate, finding a flat stone to perch herself atop. Seven simply tucked her legs below herself, placed her hands on her knees, and let the sensations overtake her.

Gentle wind, lapping waves, the smell of salt. No emotions. No fear. No darkness.

Not now, anyways. That was a problem to ignore for later. The demons hunting her down could be worried about another day. She just wanted to rest right now.

 

[Schmarmee]

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Capris Halcyon | Kai'lyn | 0-7
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The beach was pretty. The water, the rocks, the petals gently falling on the breeze. When Schmarmee realized there would be sand on this route, he was apprehensive. He didn't like how it felt, he didn't like how it got everywhere, and he didn't like how no matter how sure you were that you've gotten rid of it all that there was always, always more.

But the beach was pretty. Schmarmee had never been to a place like this before. The longer he and Capris walked, the easier it was to forget the sand beneath his booted feet. That it was uneven and going to wind up in his shoes one way or another. That it was something he ever complained about.

"I don't like sand," the rodian stated simply. It was something he had surely said several times during this walk. He had recounted Capris with his short stint on Jakku when they decided to trudge across the beach. It was maybe two years ago now. Jakku was where Schmarmee discovered just how messy and abrasive and everywhere sand could be. "But this sand is different."

The rodian faced the rocks. Then the canopy. Then the water. He kept pace with Capris as he wondered how to explain how he felt in basic. Without 80Y with him for awhile now, Schmarmee's basic wasn't improving as fast as it used to. In fact, he forgot some in his time alone before meeting Capris and Kyric. Having people to talk to often helped. The language was far easier to understand than to form for himself.

"This sand is pretty," Schmarmee stated, looking to Capris. He was so enraptured by his surroundings, he was nearly blind to the stranger still a bit of a ways away. Definitely not within earshot. Definitely not more important than him trying to get his thoughts across to Capris. "What is a word that is..." The rodian's large eyes squinted slightly as he looked for the best word he could. "What is a word that is more than pretty?"

 

[Capris Halcyon]

"It's beautiful. The word you're looking for is beautiful." Capris supplied, eyes trailing the expanse of white and blue in a similar train of thought. This wasn't like anything like Savareen that fact in itself had her relaxed enough to hold a conversation without her characteristic vigilance. "And you're right. " She noted with an almost academic interest, reaching down to scoop up a pile of sand before letting it pour between the gaps in her fingers. "This sand is different."

They'd bonded over their mutual disdain for the stuff on the way over. If Capris was being ambitious, she'd say she'd found a friend in the Rodian. He hadn't been put off by her yet and that definitely counted for something.

As they made their way forward, an eddy of ocean spray and wind tousled her hair ever so slightly. She hummed something faint and peaceful, closing her eyes a moment as the sun soaked into her skin.

And then she felt it.

The faintest tinge of another force user. Out of habit Capris froze--expression half caught between consideration and nerves.
If she sensed them, then they certainly already sensed her.

"I uh- think there might be someone up ahead."

Her own two eyes confirmed that, yeah, there was definitely someone. It took yet another moment for her to realize that didn't automatically translate to threat. She shot a look towards Schmarmee as well as a curved eyebrow. "Are we feeling friendly today orrr?"

Schmarmee Kai'lyn 0-7

 

[Schmarmee]

"It's beautiful. The word you're looking for is beautiful."

Schmarmee made a little hum of acknowledgement before repeating the word quietly to himself. This was one of the words he'd forgotten. The rodian's face went neutral as he looked toward the water then back to the rest of the beach as he listened to the rest of Capris' words. Suddenly, Schmarmee squinted again, quickly getting lost in thought. His old 'team', if they deserved to be called that, had used this word before. It's how he first learned it. But they had only used it around huge amounts of money, women, and in the aftermath of quick escapes. This felt very different.

Maybe it was something about the feeling of having those things?.. This beach wasn't really comparable to something like money, and last minute escapes weren't 'pretty', like his earring or a woman... Schmarmee could pick apart differences for awhile if given the chance, so he decided to trust Capris. There was no reason for her to lie to him.

The silence between them after Capris' last sentence was what reminded Schmarmee he was being spoken to in the first place.

Oh. Oops. Right.

The rodian shifted his attention to the stranger.. possibly more than one strangers ahead on the beach. Someone who probably lived here. Someone who got to see this view all the time.

Schmarmee turned his head just enough to make eye contact with the woman next to him. "We can be friendly. I would rather not fight on the beach." Schmarmee was starting to like sand, but not enough to want to get tossed around in it. He faced forward. "Maybe they can show us a better place to find what you are looking for."

The rodian wasn't usually so open to conversing with strangers. But he really didn't want Capris to tell him to start looking through the sand for treasure. He would rather keep walking.


Capris Halcyon | Kai'lyn | 0-7

 

[Kai'lyn]

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Capris Halcyon Schmarmee

For an energetic creature like the Togruta, the sand was a blessing, it helped him bleed off excess energy. Trekking across it took more effort, and he bounded about every which way like a youth with more vigor than sense. He hopped and leapt here and there, scouring the shoreline for shells that had washed ashore. Anything that struck him at first glance as remarkable or interesting he snatched up, only to quickly discard if it was chipped, broken, or otherwise failed to meet his personal "standards" for what made a good shell. So engrossed was he in this self-appointed task that he paid no mind to the others ahead, intent only on their own search for the finest shells for whatever strange collection they were assembling.

He approached a rocky outcropping that separated their group from the others ahead, the stony shoals leading into a carved cavern where fresh water spilled into the sea. Spotting a starfish, he stooped and began to 'play' with it, fascinated.

"Look! A flower made of flesh!" he exclaimed excitedly to 0-7 , having never seen such a creature before.

Kailyn crouched low on the rocks, poking curiously at the starfish with both hands. "See? A flower made of flesh!" he proclaimed proudly, holding it aloft as if he'd discovered some treasure. He pressed it against his palm to show 0-7 how its tiny legs wriggled.

Except—schlop!—the starfish suctioned tight, refusing to let go.

Kailyn yelped, jerking his arm back and shaking it wildly. "It's eating me! The flower is trying to drink my blood!" he shouted, leaping around in the sand like a lizard caught on fire. His bounding only made it funnier as the starfish clung stubbornly, spread like a ridiculous fleshy badge across his hand.

In his frantic attempt to peel it off, he lost his footing on the damp rocks and tumbled backward into a tidepool with a loud splash. When he sat up, soaked through, the starfish had migrated, now plastered dead-center to his forehead.

Kailyn jabbed a finger at 0-7 dramatically. "Do not help me! I will conquer this beast myself!"

 

[0-7]

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Tags: Kai'lyn , Capris Halcyon , Schmarmee

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"Do not help me! I will conquer this beast myself!"

Seven let out a sigh, pulling up the hood of her cloak and pulling the drawstrings tight. So much for a moment to meditate. How was she gonna manage that with all the boy's screetching? She was already regretting her decision to go on this outing. It was more enjoyable when she was just picking apples in silence, and that was supposed to be a punishment.

A frustrated huff escaped her chest.

"Good luck with that," Seven muttered.

Next time she'd just stay home and meditate in the gardens. That would surely be better than this.

 

[Drystan Creed]

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Drystan leaned back against a beach recliner, legs stretched out flat. The chair itself was a vibrant thing—red fabric stretched across a plastic frame. It stood out starkly, not just for its brightness but because it was so clearly out of place.

And that was the point. He had brought it himself, along with the giant umbrella propped overhead and the bright red cooler brimming with beer at his side. It didn't blend with the environment, but it didn't need to. It was there to compliment him, his own little slice of comfort carved into the setting.

Fighting was fun, and training for the fight nearly as much, but recovery was just as vital to his way of life. Nothing did that better than a tranquil beach, a cold drink, and silence.

He dressed for the occasion—swim shorts and a loose tropical button-up left open to bare his torso, black sunglasses shading his eyes, blending with the mess of dark hair above.

Drystan took another sip from his can, adding it to the growing line of empties in the sand beside him. This wasn't a time to test limits. It was a time to let the body rest, to let the mind loosen its grip, and most importantly, to give the spirit room to breathe.

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