Dominion The Becoming | SO Dominion of Empty Hex (TSD Event Thread)

[Naamino Zuukamano]

Objective II: Echoes Beyond the Drift
On Mission with: Kivah
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"Chit, uh- right!"

Naami agreed as Kivah hollered at him to stay on task. The zabrak couldn't let unusual happenings distract him, not even fething space anomalies. He was a trained professional, damn it! Maintaining a semblance of control even while chaos reigned out their viewport.

"Brave sod. I've head tales of actual space dragons snapping ships right out of the sky." She was just pulling on her weapons harness, when the next thing emerged from the clouds. "Aaaand, we're shooting. Okay." Dropping into her seat, she strapped in again and took the controls after pulling on a headset. "Get changed if you want, but hold onto something just in case we get hit by something weird again."

"Space dra-" Naami's dark eyebrows shot up, "...snapping ships," came the disbelieving grumble.

As the cathar took back over on lead, the zabrak fell more comfortably into a support position. Wide eyes considering the unbelievable sight before them and considering just how cavalier his friend was about the situation. He decided to suit up, better safe than sorry and Kivah seemed to have things well under control for the moment. Well- as in control as such an out of control situation could be.

Making his way from the relative stability of his seat, the teen dashed back to where he'd brought along a Kor'ethyr issued suit. Taking her advice, Naami made sure he held firm to the frame of the ship as he changed.

Gods old and new, the zabrak mused to himself, here's to hoping that taking odd jobs with Kivah is slightly less eventful than this.

Soon enough he'd be back in action, springing to her side and ready for whatever came next.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective 1
Interacting with Madrona A’Mia Darth Nefaron
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"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she replied to the Neti seer, offering her an appreciative smile. "It's taken many years to develop the world into what it is, and you are welcome at any time to explore and perform research there. As for the Matron and her brood that agreed to move to Korriban, I will look forward to seeing what you and she are able to develop."

Her smile would remain as she looked back to the Lord of Fear, acknowledging his words and bow with a slight nod of her head. She had been at this game long enough to recognize when someone was trying to be unduly polite and respectful when it was very much the last thing they wanted to be doing or saying. It didn't truly bother her at present, but they both knew that her presence was not something he desired. The report from Allyson had only confirmed that much to her.

"Events feel as they did a few decades ago, when Akala attempted to wrench control of the Force and the material by leveraging the dead," she replied slowly. "Visions and dreams, seemingly unconnected and all of them unsettling, and yet all of them lingering in the back of one's mind, as though it is something we try to forget but just can't quite do so. The very fabric of the galaxy shifts, planets and established routes, things we take for certainties, no longer solid facts. The companion galaxies draw near, soon to be fused with the main, and yet we cannot explain why what should take tens of thousands more years is suddenly about to be accomplished in a matter of days."

She would close her eyes for a moment, just feeling the currents of the Force in this very assembly. They were taut, ebbing and eddying seemingly at random. They promised change, pure and simple and terrifying and glorious. Something had stirred or had been stirring long enough that its effects were now being felt, and it presented such opportunities for research and experimentation. It had been an underlying belief for her own philosophy that change in the galaxy was the only constant, that evolution and progress could not be stopped but only fostered and encouraged. It was why she had pushed the boundaries of sorcery, alchemy, and science forwards however and wherever she could. Her eyes would open again.

"It's all rather exciting to be honest," she continued, a hint of her excitement lingering in her voice. "We're on the verge of an epochal shift in the very fabric of the galaxy and the Force. The cautious and curious will have much to observe and study in the coming era."

She would look over at the Neti, at the woman that only further confirmed the kindredness between them from her question about visions.

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: CT-312 //:
//: Elrood //:
//: Attire //:

For the first time, 312 had said more than one word to her. Blinking, Quinn almost lost control of the Force, holding the sithspawn at bay. "Bathroom!!" she screeched. "Jokes!!" Quinn was baffled, her air of elegance briefly fading as she was just now a girl confused at her companion—that same companion who was saving their skin.

The creature struggled against the hold she had on it.

Unlike the trooper, Quinn hesitated, seeing the looming clouds of the other sithspawn preparing to devour them both. Seeing that they were both pretty short, Quinn decided that they would not make good meals and that the creatures would remain starved.

Poor Sithspawn.

A modulated voice broke her trance as orders were given. Knowing that her life was in danger, Quinn didn't fight it. She knew when to stand her ground and demand respect and when to deal with that kind of thing later. Quinn listened intently, staring at the trooper's visor. She was happy she brought it along - without it, she'd be dead already. Quinn nodded, giving the signal that she understood the plan.

Pulling back from holding the creature with the Force, it dove like 312 expected. At that moment, Quinn sprinted, surprisingly agile, being on the heels she was wearing. She moved, jumping over dips in the ground and focusing on the small forest ahead. Behind her, she could hear the trooper covering their retreat, shooting, hitting, and killing whatever threatened them. She felt powerless at that moment, depending on someone she barely knew.

This mission was supposed to be easy: just walk in, survey, and leave. The sithspawn was supposed to be deeper into the world, not literally at its surface.

They found their way into the forest, and the moment Quinn could, she collapsed onto her knees. Her body shook with fear and the strain of running so frantically that she felt as if she had forgotten to breathe. Gasps filled the silence between them, and she let her lungs burn as they filled with air.

Before she could say anything, the trooper at her side suddenly spoke. Her voice filled with disappointment, something that caught the Princess off guard. Looking to the trooper, she watched as they knelt, now making them eye level as she blinked. Most in her position would gloat and demand reward for saving the life of the Imperial Princess. Instead, the soldier apologized and awaited their punishment.

"Why are you saying that?" Quinn asked, still breathless as she pushed back her bangs from her face. "You saved our lives out there; if you didn't think as quickly as you did - I'd be dead, maybe even you too." Quinn shook her head and let her shoulders relax for a moment. As she did, something caught her attention. It was birdlike but didn't seem too interested in them. Her body tensed, waiting for it to summon the others and announce their hiding spot.

Nothing happened, and it continued on its way. Quinn returned her attention to the soldier, remembering something that Kaila had taught her about troopers. She smiled, "At ease."

Hopefully, 312 was able to relax with that command. "There's no punishment; if anything, I'm the one at fault - I didn't think the sithspawn would be this close to the gate. They're supposed to be located deeper in the world - but I'm wondering what's been happening is making them restless."

Quinn looked away from the soldier as she rested, sitting on the ground. She didn't care that the floor was dirty or her clothes would be messy when they left. She was alive, and so was 312.


"You handle the sithspawn pretty well," Remember the mumble she had picked up in all the chaos of them finally finding cover. "Yes, it was a sithspawn, something born from the magic or the alchemy of the Sith Lord. They sometimes are from living creatures that the Sith has transformed into the grotesque - a shape that they desire."

Quinn closed her eyes, trying to remember Taeli's lessons when she was younger, "Or they're reanimated from the dead, twisted into the true liking of their souls."

Another sigh and Quinn shrugged, "They're basically monsters - created by the horrors of the dark side."

Her eyes opened, and she hopefully caught the gaze of the trooper beside her. "Thank you, 312. You did a good job."

 

[CT-312]

//: Quinn Varanin //:
//: Elrood//:
//: Attire //:
//: Weapons: IQA-11 , LO-18D ASSAULT RIFLE, & Vibroblade Knife//:
//: OBJECTIVE III: Veil's Edge //:​

Awaiting a reprimand and punishment, instead greeted with a question—and… praise? At least, it sounded like praise. The kneeling Trooper never really received ‘praise’ before. Confused by what the Sith Lord was spouting. Brow furrowed, blinking at the grass on the ground. CT-312 slightly tilted her helmet to the side. Puzzled. Couldn’t tell if it was a compliment or a trap. A compliment would be too absurd. “My life holds no value in this. I only did what my mission required: Escorting you, Princess. That's what I am here for.”, stating facts.

"At ease."

Standing at the command, subtly shrugging the bruised shoulder once more. Briefly, craning her neck to the side, stretching it out. Hoping to relieve some pain. Opening and closing her right hand, making sure it wasn’t affected. CT-312 scanned around, keeping her senses alert for any unwelcome visitors as the Princess was sitting. Only taking a few steps away before her body became rigid at the Sith Lord's words.

"There's no punishment; if anything, I'm the one at fault - I didn't think the sithspawn would be this close to the gate. They're supposed to be located deeper in the world - but I'm wondering what's been happening is making them restless."

It was difficult enough to try and interact as a ‘soldier’ of the Empire, let alone understand the culture. No longer caring of the anticipation of consequences.

“Pardon my unfamiliarity with Empire etiquette. I’m still familiarizing myself with everything–this is all new to me.”

Keeping guard from where she stood. “Sith Spawn?” , listening as the Princesses went into details about the creatures. Sith Lords or ‘magic’ whatever that meant. Created those creatures “Reanimated from the dead…” murmured to herself. Deeply sighing, clenching the grip of her weapon. “Can it be any type of dead? Like long ago dead or fresh.” , her thoughts drifted to the past that haunted her. The dead wanting revenge and who was she to deny them for her acts, if these Angel Sith Spawns are them.

“Dark side?”, despite only talking about the creation and being of the Sith Spawns, it was a lot of new information and terminology the Scout Trooper has never heard of.

"Thank you, 312. You did a good job."

CT-312’s body stilled once more. Enough with the jokes. Turning her gaze to the Princess Sith Lord who was looking at her. ”I do not know if you are still jesting like before. But–”, pivoting her whole body facing towards her contact, eyes locked with visor. “Do not dishonor yourself by claiming fault where there is none.” taking steps back towards the Princess, standing right in front. “I am here at the Princess’s request. It is my duty, nothing more. I intend to complete my task, and I will.”

With a quiet soft gesture, CT-312 extended her hand out for the Sith Lord to grab, hoping to offer some stability to the Princess sitting before her.

If CT-312 was going to die, it would be nice to know exactly what they were doing at a place like this with these ‘Sith Spawns’, especially a Princess. No longer concerned with protocols and etiquette, the Trooper knew that to complete her task to the best of her ability, she needed information. Consequences be damned. “I know why I’m here. Why are you here?”