Ashin Varanin
Professional Enabler
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
~Shelley
JAKEN PORT AND MARKET
TASH-TARAL
WILD SPACE
FORMER LEVANTINE TERRITORY
RESOURCES
Tashai Bond Tracker Talisman
Tashai Water Seeker Talisman
Tashai Assassin Poncho
Tashai Hunting Knife
Tashai Spirit Ocarina
Previous Levantine mission to Tash-Taral - irrelevant to this thread unless someone wants parts of it to be relevant
Tashai Water Seeker Talisman
Tashai Assassin Poncho
Tashai Hunting Knife
Tashai Spirit Ocarina
Previous Levantine mission to Tash-Taral - irrelevant to this thread unless someone wants parts of it to be relevant
Yellow grit buried the Super Star Destroyer Intimidator, shredded by age and impact and violence. For ten miles, shifting dunes revealed ripped-up alusteel plating, its paint scoured away to nothing. Sand, Alec knew, filled many of the ancient wreck's corridors. The ship was inert; no amount of repair or refit would ever make it worth more than the handful of jury-rigged gun turrets that kept Jaken Port safe. And those ancient turrets, however massive, could do relatively little about the monsters (two-, four-, and six-legged) that had swarmed out of the flagship's deepest chambers. The port and towns, built of salvage, lay on the sand beside the wreck and on it. The long-dead engines held homes and villages, all choked with sand and fortified against the things that came out at night.
The lovechild of Korriban and Tatooine, Tash-Taral was always like this. It just wasn't always this bad.
Where the Intimidator's ragged hull met the sand, Alec clutched her bandanna to her mouth, filtering out windblown sand. She and [member="Seydon of Arda"] had interpreted a message suggesting the presence of a Vahla cult here on Tash-Taral -- and linking them to the disappearance of Seydon's wife. But the Relentless, Seydon's obsidian-hulled cutter, was not the only Levantine ship here at Jaken Port tonight. The resurgence of Sithspawn from within the buried flagship had brought Frontier Corps members and freelancers here, and others affiliated with the Sanctum. Jaken Port might not be as big as New Dreshdae, Lasaraleen, or Tashbaan -- the planet's other towns -- but a call for aid was a call for aid.
"Shoulda had a drink first."