Mission Testament of the Seas

[Something Wicked]

HYPERSPACE
Somewhere in the Outer Rim...

You have been Taken.

The luxury starliner was known to the Galaxy as Majesty of the Hyperlanes. Its construction was a highly publicized event, signaling the offering of thrilling vacations at an affordable price. To aide in filling out the dozens of cabins aboard, a number of promotions were launched in the Outer Rim. This is where your chapter in the story began. Some were fortunate enough to win the sweepstakes and earn a place aboard by chance. Others used wits or other skills to tip the odds in their favor. And some? Well, they were the unlucky souls who had to shell out a decent chunk of change for their spot.

Despite the plurality of methods of setting foot upon the Majesty, a common thread soon united all the passengers. It was during the second evening of the maiden voyage, a themed "white night", that the vacation came to an abrupt end. The uppermost deck was where the majority of passengers found themselves, enjoying the various music played over monumental speakers. Many moved on the dance floor whilst others indulged in the several open bars adjacent to the tunes. Yet, over the speakers, a shrill scream could be heard. Then another. Then another.

But what earned the silence of the multitude was the tell-tale shot of a blaster bolt into the dance floor.

All eyes, intoxicated or otherwise, would find the armored figure standing boldly in the midst of the crowd. "Ladies and gentlebeings, my apologies for interrupting your party." he said, speaking coldly from behind a T-visor. "This ship is now under the new management of my associates and I. Play along and you'll live to see the port. Resist? And this'll be your last dance."

As the Mandalorian spoke, other armored warriors revealed themselves. The roar of their jetpacks filled the air as they took positions above the crowd. Their blasters and various arms were quickly focused on the passengers. What's more, their positions were strategically over each of the major exits. This would be a jarring scenario for any soul to find themselves in. But for as worrisome as the situation was, a Voice would whisper into the back of your mind.

With each syllable, the gift of alertness was given. If one had been drinking, the whisper cut through the alcohol ripping through their veins. If one was panicking, they would find stillness. Focus. "You are not alone. Arm yourself.

As the urging made itself manifest in their minds, the Mandalorians began to make known their demands. Valuables were to be discarded and thrown towards the speaker. Any extra moves would earn a quick bolt in the back of the head.

How will you evade certain damnation? Will you follow the strange whisper? Or will you make your own way?

Only time and determination will tell.​

Kaden Farr , Lunara Azure , Runar Ulfsson , Hanna , Nephthys Nardithi-Verd , Aerona Ceinder

 

[Nephthys Nardithi-Verd]

Kaden Farr Lunara Azure Runar Ulfsson Hanna Aerona Ceinder Something Wicked

First everything was going well. The party, the food, the drinks, and the single men, all really engaging. Then something developed like water thrown on a grease fire and Dad's forewarning about how she managed to acquire the winning ticket to this luxurious vacation package turned out to be 100% correct. He said sometimes a girl using magick on a large scale in order to manifest what she wants, can backfire on her. Nephthys really wanted to come to this party, without simply holding out her open palm to her parents. And at the same time, Dad is actually wrong. His peptalk didn't come true. Nephthys is certainly not going to have the best time of her life here now.

"Damn," she cursed as the young man she was dancing with left her on the dance floor while he scurried away to crouch in the corner like a youngling. Apparently she was also wrong about her opinions of this guy. She turned her head away from ever giving that walking disaster a second thought, and gazed up at the uninvited Mandalorian terrorists.

Nephthys watched in silence. She could very well leave this place in an instant by slipping into the Nether, maybe tug some other vacationers to safety along with her…but she hates doing that and it is typically more bloody dangerous than remaining behind to play with these wild Mando boys.

'Wouldn't they know my Dad?' she wondered. If they did, and they shouldn't like Isley Verd, then she would have the fuel to kick their butts with greater fervor. For the moment, she thought about the safety of everyone else and remained silent amidst the chaos.

A little voice whispered inside her head; someone else is promising to play on her team. 'Sweet,' she smirks to herself. It figures those who could speak Telekinetically, would do so. Possibly the Mandos will be none the wiser of such goings on, most preferring to dwell as living cyborgs over studying of the Force.

This, after she had been really proud of herself too. The ship was one party after another. She had been having a great time like none other in her life! The magick she used to influence the judges had been something new to her. She always found the spells unique to each witch fascinating. And her teacher Pomstychtivé has been brought back to life; that was one spell cast by Nightsisters across the galaxy. They invited Nephthys directly, and afterwards shared their Grimoires with her. Her skills are finally evolving!

The Nightsister raised, love child of Isley Verd, didn't feel out of place among his people like she used to. She came to him at seventeen, after her Mother died. With her Father and Step-Mother's guidance, she learned to adapt to the culture shock…but the young lady still has a thing or two up her sleeves, which only she could know about, unless someone earns learning about such things. Nephthys was taught by the best Nightsister ever, and like her mentor, she wears an arsenal of Potions stashed inside her crystal buttons.

Everyone began giving up their jewels to these thieves. 'They had better NOT be friends of Dad's!' she thought. 'You want my gems?' The Nightsister doesn't place any value on such things; they are of no benefit. Silently Nephthys mulled over which bastard she is going to toss a button to first to blow up.

Calmly and curiously, she waits for the voice in the crowd to give the signal.
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[Runar Ulfsson]

E S C A P E
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TAG: Lunara Azure​

The man had done as all of those who were more than fortunate had done to get on the ship, used their abilities to slither their way onto the Majesty. His unique skillset allowed for him to be able to convince every staff member that he was supposed to belong on the guest manifest for the ship, his ability with the force overpowering their mental capacity and willing their minds into belief that he was meant to be there.

Runar had made his way up to the upper deck wishing to enjoy this "white night" festivities, as his previous engagements had never allowed him so much food and entertainment. Having procured himself a nice suit and tie he was standing leaning on a railing sipping on some beverage that he had never heard of before as he felt a wave over emotion run across the outsides skirts of the crowd. Before he knew it the distinct noise of a blaster bolt drew everyone's attention in. Some ran, and some stood enthralled by the noise and what the purpose of the shot was.

Knowing better than to linger Runar's eyes darted around the room as he searched for some sort of exit, his eyes fell upon more than one armor clad-figure blocking each of the major exits to the upper deck of the Majesty had been blocked by these so-called "warriors" that wished to do harm to the people that had gathered on the ship.

Under his breath all he could mutter was a few curse words as as his mind raced with ideas for him to get out of there, time seeming to slow around him as suddenly his inner monologue was broken by the intrusion of a voice inside his head.

"You are not alone. Arm yourself."

Runar's mind raced as he went from trying to figure out an escape to trying to understand the voice that had just intruded into his mind, but before his line of thought could run any further he felt a sudden surge of power hit him like a freight train, a new sense of everything, his narrow abilities and senses seemed to have quadrupled in the moments after this voice intruded his mind.

Now it was time to escape.


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[Hanna]

Location: Majesty of the Hyperlanes, Space - Outer Rim
Attire: White Dancing Dress
Tag: Nephthys Nardithi-Verd Runar Ulfsson Something Wicked

Pink tresses whirled in a cascading arc, following the swift, acrobatic motions of their owner’s body as she moved in sync with the fast tempo jizz beats that echoed across the ballroom. As an accompaniment to her performance, an elegant-looking sword was twirled with one hand above her head, spinning with such speed that it seemed a blur to the common eye. In that regard, the dancer moved with just as much alacrity and vigor in stepping through the rhythmic motions of her honed routine. However, as the song fell back into its verse her movements shifted into the more graceful steps of Coruscanti ballet, her feet rising en pointe as her spin slowed to an adage. The smooth, flowing rhythm signature to jizz returned, at which point the dancer seemed to float across the stage in drifting movements akin to ocean ballet.

Without warning, a cacophonous report met her ears—a distinctly unmusical, yet familiar noise that immediately pulled Hanna out of her trance. On cue, her senses lit up with activity as she registered the presence of armored warriors within the ballroom. The figure at the center of it all—a Mandalorian commander—stated his terms in plain, direct fashion, eliciting various sounds of panic and surprise from the guests as the implications of his demands dawned on them. For her part, Hanna had no intention of resisting. In spite of her training, the tiny Qilin sensed that she was outmatched. Accordingly, she set her sword down on the stage, before moving to take off the aurodium bracelets on her arms. All the while, a Mandalorian moved behind her to cover off the backstage exit. She felt his gaze travel down to the sword—which he promptly kicked away from her with an armored sabaton—before scanning across the room for any more potential threats.

Just get this over with. Hanna sighed, before nervously running a hand through her hair. It was certainly painful to lose her sword and her bracelets, but they weren’t completely irreplaceable. However, just as she was about to set her bracelets on the ground, an unfamiliar, foreign voice registered within her senses.

You are not alone. Arm yourself.

On cue, Hanna turned around in an instant, drawing a tense glare from the Mandalorian behind her, who then stuck out his hand to take her bracelets. The Qilin gave him an uneasy, anxious stare, but quickly relinquished her bracelets. With that, she turned back around to look over the assembled guests, her eyes searching for others who might have heard the voice. However, with only two exceptions ( Nephthys Nardithi-Verd Runar Ulfsson ), she met a sea of panicked, anxious faces, all in varying states of emotional upheaval. Nevertheless, the voice repeated itself again, then again, each time more insistent, more demanding, more beseeching.

You are not alone. Arm yourself. You are not alone. Arm yourself. You are not alone. Arm yourself. You are not alone. Arm yourself.

And suddenly, the voice became her own. With that, Hanna spared a quick glance towards her sword, which was now on the opposite side of the stage. Then, deep within the recesses of her thoughts, the dancer began to formulate a plan to retrieve it.

 

[Aerona Ceinder]

Location: Cruise Ship - Ballroom
Outfit: Dress
Equipment: A flute glass of red wine
Objective: Dealing with some Mandalorian pirates, ugh.
Tag: Kaden Farr | Lunara Azure | Runar Ulfsson | Hanna | Nephthys Nardithi-Verd

A break of her job and the Hapan life with a cruise sounded idyllic and definitely that the private investigator needed, she had lucked out with a client giving her a ticket for a cruise they did not wish to attend after finding out their partner was running around with some Zabrak trash, at least that was the polite term she was using instead of the more crass phrasing the client used. The idea of being on a cruise wasn't too thrilling initially but she had been pushed to take a break and not work herself so hard.

Now she was grateful for the break.

Wine in her hand and enjoying a small appetiser that was much nicer than the luke-warm noodles she tended to have for a meal. While she enjoyed the small amount of food, a Mandalorian entered the room. Even on cruise breaks, it seemed that these guys wore their armour. Must be intense, and uncomfortable, especially in bed. However, her trail of thought was lost when the leader announced the cruise ship was under new command and it was clear this was some sort of piracy take over. Aerona sighed, even when taking a break she was never away from the action.

Luckily nothing was dampening her connection to the Force, she was also able to look around for some sort of knife. Her blaster and Lightsaber were back in her room, there was no way to conceal them in her dress. It was frustrating that they chose tonight to enact their plan when she purposefully wore something that could not conceal her equipment.

"Well, piracy does not seem an honourable Mandalorian thing to do." Aerona muttered to herself.

 

[Lunara Azure]

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Wearing: This​

Tagging: Runar Ulfsson ​

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Space travel was easy, or at least it was easy for those individuals whose skills included piloting and engineering or any of those myriad of skills which were needed to run a starship. A cheap basic starships wasn't expensive, and hundreds of thousands, if not millions of people across the galaxy made their living travelling from system to system. For those people who lacked those requisite skills there were still countless opportunities to travel the void of space, you could hire a ship or just buy a ticket on one of the liners who crossed the sea of stars.

It wasn't even as if she had anywhere to go in particular, anything she particularly needed to do. The truth of the matter was that Lunara was bored and wanted to get away for a while. What she really wanted to do was travel to the core worlds, to indulge in the luxury of Kuat, or take in a trip to Coruscant. To treat herself to a little luxury, that wasn't too much to ask now was it? Or it wouldn't have been if not for the little problem of those pesky Jedi who seemed to inhabit the core and would pop up out of no-where to interrupt a perfectly nice day. It wasn't even as if she wanted to maim and torture but they never seemed to care about that, so she'd been forced to look elsewhere.

The Majesty of the hyperlane's maiden flight had seemed like a pleasant enough excursion, a taste of luxury without needing to venture into the core. So why was it that out here of all places that her luck never seemed to change, this was another dress that would probably end up ruined and this time she couldn't blame anyone else apart from herself.

Delicate fingers tightened around the stem of her wineglass as she offered the speaker a glare, even as her mind drifted into the force. Icy blue eyes surveyed the room as a brush of frost spread over the wineglass, just one small vacation, was that really too much for the universe to give her?

The whisper of the voice in her head was cause for concern for a moment, the presence of another powerful force presence who had hidden themselves from her was a part of the story she'd avoid when retelling it. That voice, that presence, seemed to wash over the room, falling like a cloak over some of the guests while passing over others. Ok…so don't kill everyone because you're having a bad day. The last thing she wanted was to end up in a fight with someone that powerful on a ground of their choosing. Besides, Mandalorians made so much more fun targets.

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[Something Wicked]

ELSEWHERE
Across the Majesty...

The wave called panic was quickly washing through the corridors. Though the upper deck's "white night" was the primary target, it took more than a single blaster bolt to successfully rob a vessel. For one, the starliner had onboard security that needed to be addressed. Another factor was the Bridge: for dropping out of hyperspace and hailing for assistance would put the Mandalorians on a timer. That is why the beskar-clad warriors struck all around the ship. The firing on the blaster bolt was more than just a kickoff to robbing the patrons blind, it was a signal to the other cells aboard.

The majority of the teams set about addressing the question of security in the most Mandalorian way possible. Several levels below the white night, a literal firefight quickly broke out. The floor, which was formerly an onboard holovid theatre, quickly devolved into a warzone. Most of the security personnel quickly ran to address that problem, freeing another team to attack the Bridge. It did not take more than a kicked in door and the brandishing of weapons for the Mandalorians to take control of the starliner.

And in doing so, they drew the ire of its captain, one Dev O'rah. With control of the ship having been wrested from her control, she had been made to sit in the corner of the room whilst the Mandalorians did their dirty work. In the span of a few minutes, she went from the highlight of her career to hostage - and that made her furious. Her eyes darted across the Bridge, thinking, hoping, that maybe she could sneak to the main console. Yet sneaking wasn't in the cards, for something wicked fell upon her. The Voice whispered in her ear and sent power roiling through her veins. In an instant, the victim was turned volatile.

And with a mighty roar, she sent lightning hurtling towards the central console.​

WHITE NIGHT
Upon the Majesty Party Deck...

The sound of a distant explosion would cause surprised gasps and yells from the captives of the Mandalorians. A mere moment prior, the warriors went about, starting to pick everything shiny off of their victims. Yet, their crimes were halted by the damage done by the captain. Before they could hop on the comm and get a status report, the Majesty of the Hyperlanes jerked back into realspace. What's more, the sudden reversion lurched the vessel, causing victim and Mandalorian alike to be sent sprawling on the ground.

Confusion ripped through the attackers. Preying upon the white night passengers was put on the back burner as the airborne warriors began to land and yell over the comms. But, there was one Voice which quickly returned. And as it radiated within the psyches of those who would have been victims, it conferred greater focus. Now is the time - Strike!

There would only be a few precious moments to capitalize on the confusion. Will you take the chance to escape? Or will you raise the sword and fight?

Only time and determination will tell.​

Kaden Farr , Lunara Azure , Runar Ulfsson , Hanna , Nephthys Nardithi-Verd , Aerona Ceinder

 

[Nephthys Nardithi-Verd]

Something Wicked | Runar Ulfsson | Hanna | Aerona Ceinder | Lunara Azure |

"My Kingdom for a giant Magnet," Nephthys muttered to herself. She knows the ship has them everywhere, but it would surely destroy the engines to institute them. Her education regarding anything about the limitations of a Mandalorian's suit of armor is next to nothing, beyond the obvious electrical vulnerabilities.

The ship generated a noise of grinding gears like she never heard before when it came to a sudden, and she suspected, an unplanned halt along the hyperspace route. Nephthys immediately jumped into the air, while the vessel floor tilted exponentially under her feet, uplifting everything not bolted down, hurling furniture and people across the dance hall. When she landed, her positional relationship to the gravitational field had shifted and she came down hard upon her side. She landed to be thrust into a series of summersaults across the floor like a rag doll. When she raised herself upon her feet, again she saw an explosion light up the room, as debris spattered across the viewing dome which she hoped as much as she suspected, were produced from a collision with one of the assaulting Mandalorian ships. She figured they certainly weren't expecting that move.

Overhead, as seen through the viewing dome, light flashed across the dance hall and another vessel appeared out of nowhere, executing evasive maneuvers so as to not suffer the same destruction as their sister ship. The thieving Mandalorians in the hall appeared frazzled by this turn of events. Cruisers saw this opening as the time to enact their vengeance and take back this ship.

The Nightsister slipped a thumb beneath the clasp of her sash fastened around her waist and ignited her Energy Whip in hand. She aimed her whip to strike at the nearest pirate, focused on slicing through parts of his body left unprotected by armor.
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[Hanna]

Location: Majesty of the Hyperlanes, Space - Outer Rim
Attire: White Dancing Dress
Tag: Nephthys Nardithi-Verd Runar Ulfsson Something Wicked Lunara Azure Aerona Ceinder

A frown was set across Hanna’s features. After only a few moments, she found herself doubting the efficacy of the voice. Was it just that? A mere voice conjured from the depths of her mind, with no true power or standing in reality? Perhaps then, she needed to see a doctor. Was there something wrong with her?

Hanna shook her head. She had once found it so easy to hold faith, even through periods of adversity. Now, only a few moments of the voice’s silence was enough to shake her belief. The realization made her cringe at her conceived weakness. She needed to be stronger, she needed to have more faith, she needed to-

Strike!

Suddenly, the ballroom lurched as the ship reverted from hyperspace, throwing almost everyone inside the room to the ground. Hanna was one of the few exceptions, her enhanced dancer’s balance allowing her to catch herself before she would have fallen down. It immediately gave her the advantage over the Mandalorian behind her, who almost fell from the stage entirely.

In that regard, Hanna did not hesitate to exploit the Mandalorian’s moment of weakness.

Hanna moved with blistering speed towards the stunned warrior as she called her sword into her grasp, at which point the blade’s repulsorlift engine sent it racing through the air until it was firmly back in her left hand. By that time—less than a heartbeat later—the Qilin was behind the Mandalorian, who was quickly pushing himself back up onto his feet. However, before he could register her presence, Hanna slashed her blade through the back of his knees, the monomolecular edge ripping open both of his popliteal arteries and causing the Mandalorian to let out a pained yell as crimson fluid spurted out from the back of his partially-severed legs and onto the white fabric of her dancing dress.

Hanna spared a brief glance towards the now-ruined fabric, but she didn’t hesitate in driving the point of her blade into the back of the Mandalorian’s neck, causing the tip to poke out the other side as the warrior choked to death on the blade lodged through his windpipe.

 

[Aerona Ceinder]

Location: Cruise Ship - Ballroom
Outfit: Dress
Equipment: A flute glass of red wine
Objective: Dealing with some Mandalorian pirates, ugh.
Tag: Kaden Farr | Lunara Azure | Runar Ulfsson | Hanna | Nephthys Nardithi-Verd

The Mandalorians were not having an easy time of taking over the ship. It made the private investigator chuckle to herself. They really didn't plan this raid all too well, so they were clearly not members of the Enclave, those were more versed in these kinds of matters. While she watched the Mandalorians adjust to the new situation, a voice spoke within her mind. Was it the same voice that she had heard when making her escape from the prison? Did she really need to sort herself out some time to get checked out for going insane? Hearing voices was never a good thing, at least hearing voices that weren't your own was never a good sign.

However, Aerona needed to do something, and in her dress, she didn't have a chance to really produce her usual weapons. A knife was needed and then grabbing a pistol or gun from a Mandalorian would greatly increase her odds. Taking a decent cutlery knife from a table, she moved towards a Mandalorian, her eyelashes fluttering slightly in a flirtatious manner. Her lips curled into a seductive smirk as she approached the man in armour. She needed to close the gap, using her beauty and charms to cause his guard to lower.

Then she struck, hard and faster.

The knife sank deep into his side, and she twisted the blade a great deal. Ensure more damage to his insides were being done. From there, she guided the Mandalorian down to the ground and took his blaster. She tipped a table over for cover and started firing at the other Mandalorians. Adding to the chaos.