The Sleepers Awaken... (SJO and others)

[Mirra Voss]

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Torivan XIII​

Wild Space​

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The tiny ice-ball of a planet saw what had to be the largest gathering of people since the days when the Sith had left here - or died here. New footprints were added to the snow, revealing the layers of dust and grit that marked asteroid impact after impact on this tiny little world.

The two original sets of footprints were of a human and a droid: [member="Cassius Droma"] and T-4D4 perhaps? But they clearly followed other prints - it took sharp eyes or sharper sensors to spot them, but a second line of much, much, much older footprints ran from the ancient transport to the Sith Ruins. Scanners or simply a good eye for tracking could estimate that both had likely been humanoid females, but both weighed considerably more than they should for their shoe size - which is in part why they are so visible and remain so visible.

The sensor-scrambling field around the temple extended in a perfect 50 meter 'bubble' following the contours of the ancient walls, but within it scanners did continue to function over short distances. There did not seem to be any other signs of active defenses, the two newst set of footprints having followed the older ones apparently unmolested.

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Charge.​

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Whine.​

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Thud.​

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Discharge.​

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Charge.​

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Whine.​

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Thud.​

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Discharge.​

Despite the progress he was making into breaching the ancient Sith structures long buried access tunnels on the far side of the mountain [member="Xaedrin Vondiranach"] was stuck watching a power gauge charge, then deplete, charge, then deplete. Now we know the price you have to pay for a dramatic entrance.

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Inside the structure itself [member="Cassius Droma"] found himself looking over an ancient Sith mural - like all such murals, it was grandiose in the extreme. But the Sith did have a pleasant enough tendency to leave named memorials to themselves on the inside of their structures. Which in addition to the fact that the now decease owner of this structure had bothered to label the many passageways that lead off the main temple-hall, was exceptionally helpful. Cassius didn't think he needed to go to the observatory first, for example.

Dating of the structure places it to some time around 7000-4000 BBY - it's not that the material defies analysis, it's simply that Korriban stone can be found everywhere Sith built their temples, humming with the dark side of the force. But that dating would fit with the supposed invention of mechu-deru by the Sith, from what Order records indicate. The mural dedicates the 'Temple of Rebirth' to one 'Darth Mechus' depiciting her (definite female pronoun in the Sith) as a tall, particually cybernetically augmented individual. Half the mural is sadly beyond recovery, but it appears to indicate that Darth Mechus claimed to be one of the founders or rediscoverers (unclear as to which) of the 'art' to which the Temple is dedicated and that they had come here in glorious triumph. Which normally means they fled their enemies when the location is found on such a backwater world. Still, the imported stone indicates they had considerable wealth. Much has decayed within, but some broken droid parts still remain - blackened and warped as if destroyed by something internal or external. Still other droids appear... not more recent, but more recently destroyed - several 'statues' which once stood watch over the ancient tomb have revealed themselves to be guardian droids, which met their end on the end of lightsaber and telekinetic assault. One is still pinned, power long drained, beneath collapsed stone pillar.

Finally, as outside the others begin to collect together, [member="Cassius Droma"] finds the one thing he'd both hoped to find and both hoped not to find - an active control panel set in the stone, it's ancient lights flickering to dim and fitful life as he steps near. Now what are the odds that someone called 'Darth Mechus' did not make their defence systems self-repairing?

[member="Cassius Droma"] | [member="Commander Firestorm"] | [member="Tanaski Yumi"] | [member="Ronin Wendigo"] | [member="Matsu Ike"] | [member="Reggie Faayare"] | [member="Kiriko"] | [member="Xaedrin Vondiranach"]​

 

[Xaedrin Vondiranach]

It was a party now. Xaedrin's initial scans had been local, missing out on the rest of the convention. His decision to make his own entrance, albeit slower than anticipated, had clearly been a good one. Feet resting on the console ahead of him, Xaedrin let his mind wander as the forward laser cannons continued to do their work. Idly, he raised his artificial left hand up in front of his face, closing his hand into a fist and then opening it again. He still marveled at the fluidity of its movements. Despite its smooth, metal facade it articulated in much the same way his real hand had moved, prior to the incursion. The artificial hand was noticeably heavier, which felt extremely unnatural. He was still acclimating to the addition, but it was better than a stump.

In truth, he kind of hated the cliche of the artificial hand on a Sith, but after the fall on Kwenn Station he'd been left with no option. The residual effects of the Contingency in his system had healed vitals, but stopped short of healing the crushed appendage.

With a sigh, Xaedrin removed a datapad from a slot on the side console of the pilot's station, recalling all of the information he had regarding Torivan XIII. The broker's information showed it as a worthwhile destination for anyone interested in ancient Sith magic, but offered little else. What other tidbits Xaedrin had been able to uncover showed that it had possibly once been home to an ancient Sith cult (or not), it may have been the site of a great battle between the ancient Jedi and ancient Sith (or not), and it might be the location of the lost Amulet of Arkay'Za (or maybe not). It wasn't much to go on, but the useless planet seemed to pop up rather frequently in lore and conspiracy theories. This had better not be a wild wamprat chase, Xaedrin thought to himself.

A new sound shook him from his reverie, his feet swinging back down to the deck while he brought his chair forward and took to the controls. Deactivating the forward weapons array, he inspected the source of the sound. Apparently, it had been the wall - or ceiling? - collapsing into a small exterior corridor. Xaedrin smiled, placing the ship into standby mode as he moved aft to gear up.

Given the temperature of the icy planet, Xaedrin donned a full set of body armor he'd picked up on Ammund years ago through the black market. Standard issue for their Naval Tactical Response unit, and rated for the sub-thermal temperatures of hard vacuum. It wasn't designed to take hard hits, but it was designed to be warm and protect against moderate damage. A full on blaster bolt would melt the armor and a lightsaber would pass through with ease. Xaedrin had no intention of allowing either to hit him.

On the inside of his left wrist - just above where machine began and flesh ended - was a small control pad which linked to the ship. This would allow for a quick get away, should he need it. Or a diversion, for that matter.

Geared up, his lightsaber at his belt, Xaedrin depressed the button to lower the boarding ramp. He stood patiently as the servos whirred and the ramp slowly lowered to the frozen surface. It felt odd as he stepped out of the ship, keying in the code to raise the ramp and seal off the ship before continuing toward the hole he'd made in the structure.

Moving to the edge of his makeshift entrance, he knelt down and looked inside. He had a choice: left or right. The simple corridor gave no indication as to which direction he should go. Placing his gloved, artificial left hand on a jagged piece of the erstwhile wall, he pressed off and dropped down onto the rubble in the corridor below.

He went right because, well ... he just did.

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[member="Solari"] | [member="Kiriko"] | [member="Matsu Ike"] | [member="Cassius Droma"] | [member="Commander Firestorm"] | [member="Tanaski Yumi"] | [member="Ronin Wendigo"] | [member="Reggie Faayare"]​

 

[Reggie Faayare]

The compliment caught Reggie off guard. It seemed a bit random, and he didn't pick up on the fact that the person was messing with him. Even if that wasn't the case, Reggie's mind was on the task at hand and if these people would help him find whats hidden on this planet.

"uh, thanks for the compliment. If I may, what is your name? Will you be willing to join me and my friend?"

Reggie was eager to explore the temple here, but his patients kept him from moving on. He doesn't know what awaits him in the temple, so having people join him could be helpful. Besides, meeting new people was always nice. After awhile

[member="Commander Firestorm"] [member="Tanaski Yumi"] [member="Cassius Droma"] [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Ronin Wendigo"] @Kiriko @Solari

 

[Tanaski Yumi]

Tana rolled his eyes at [member="Reggie Faayare"], the plain to see teasing falling on deaf ears of the young Padawan, *Sight* "Your no fun, the lest you could do it get a little embarrassed about it, or have you not been subjected to flirting before"? With a flip of the legs he slid down the back of Kiriko, sinking into the snow a little, approaching the young boy, giving a short welcoming bow, traditional of his race

"As for my name, I am Tanasuki Yumi, I believe that you have met my sister before", if this was true, that would mean said boy was apart of the Silver Jedi, and as such the clone trooper next to him, that would speed things along, but the question still remained, why was he on this planet unofficially? Sure the Jedi did not keep tight hold on its members movements, but it seemed odd, coming all the way out here, unless there was a specific reason to.

[member="Reggie Faayare"] l

 

[000]

Torivan XIII
Wild Space

Solari | Matsu Ike |Kiriko | Reggie Faayare | Tanaski Yumi | Commander Firestorm

Stopping just shy of a couple click or yards from their flank he paused briefly note their interaction while keeping his presence hidden as best he could. Which judging from their interaction was not going be easy .....especially within the group of force users. But then again as he stood there that from behind it yet came again. The taunting whisper in the darkness that seems both ice death cold as the wind as it were warm inviting thought incoherent. As if thru the tendrils of the force and his somewhat unbalance state between gain much he could of his jedi heritage one side. And the barely tested nor train state in a deal with his father heritage.

Where in despite his make some progress in accessing a decent enough of data regarding the Kashi or such. Make sense or even controlling those abilities were for the most part. Very much a trial and error kind of things thought unbeknownst to him it was the deep cultural history as it with the force. Along with the Kashi, affinity to force imbued item or crystals that drew him here in the first place. That seems very much in a lull trance he pulled back away from them and began wandering off. Till such time with the slowly bite cold nip at his very core despite the gear he'd had on lead him seek shelter and wander off to what appeared him be some sort of oddly shape cavern of a sort. A break in one the many walled-in complexes that dotted the planet now overgrown by both snow or soot. That it barely became discernable to the naked eye as to what it was......as he then slowly wanders off enter to find himself standing in the middle of the darkened chamber of sort leading to where? One can only guess find out as he slowly trudges onward alone.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Dropping onto his haunches, the bear sat back in the snow as it seemed as though they might be here for a bit.

Reaching up a paw, the Beorni accepted the offered cookie from [member="Matsu Ike"]. Shoveling that into his muzzle, the ursine Jedi watched quietly as [member="Tanaski Yumi"] conversed with one of the speeder chaps. Reggie, was it?

Reggie's companion was interesting. His armor was strikingly similar to that of a stormtrooper... yet, seemingly with a good amount of Mandalorian influence as well. Kiriko didn't think that he'd seen it's like before. "I imagine that armor must keep you rather warm," the bear offered toward the armored fellow.

[member="Reggie Faayare"] | [member="Commander Firestorm"]​

 

[Cassius Droma]

“Just look at this thing, Tee-Four!” Cassius said, his neck craned back almost as far as it would go in order for him to fully take in the mural. He’d have to definitely get out his holo imagers and take detailed scans of every inch of the structure. While he fully planned to spend maybe a day or two here, gathering what he could, having an interactive hologram he could study from the warm comfort of the Stardust would be beneficial.

“Oh, I’m looking,” the droid muttered in a deadpan tone.

Cassius’s face fell into a slight frown. “Remind me to program you with a better appreciation for art when we get back to Kashyyyk.”

“I’m a medical droid, not an anthropologist,” T-4D4 said, looking at his datapad once again. “That’s your job,” he followed up in a lower tone.

“It’s got to date back at least five thousand years… at least,” Cassius muttered, mostly to himself, as he ran his hand over the bottom of it. “Makes sense – that’s roughly when Mechu-deru was invented… or so we think.” That’s part of the reason why he was sent here – to find out more about the ancient Sith art, its origins, and to gather any artifacts he could that would help in their understanding. The history engraved on the surface before him told a grand story. His ancient Sith was certainly rusty, but he got the gist. He couldn’t wait to study it further…

T-4D4’s head suddenly snapped up and swiveled in a certain direction. “Did you hear that?”

“What?” asked Cassius, eyes squinting as he strained his ears.

“Sounded like something collapsing,” the droid’s luminescent white eyes darted around, as if its brain were trying to process the information it had just received. “Strange. Despite the shape of this place, it still seems structurally sound.”

“Keep an ear out,” Cassius said, moving past the mural and towards something that had caught his eye – moving, electronic lights. Swiping away a layer of dust and grime, the young archaeologist’s eyebrows rose as he discovered the control panel. The most surprising thing is that it actually still had power. A strong temptation pulled at him to press a blue flashing button, prominent at the top of the panel. The label seemed to be worn and nigh unreadable. He raised a hand to it, but hesitated.

“You probably shouldn’t push that,” T-4D4 cautioned.

“Yeah, probably not…” Cassius was typically a very careful man. Calculated decisions were a major part of his life. Then again, he had to learn to trust his instincts, as so many Jedi masters had told him previously.

He pushed the button.

[SIZE=11pt][member="Solari"] | [member="Matsu Ike"] | [member="Kiriko"] | [member="Xaedrin Vondiranach"] | [member="Reggie Faayare"] | [member="Commander Firestorm"] | [member="Tanaski Yumi"] | [member="Ronin Wendigo"][/SIZE]

 

[Commander Firestorm]

Alex turned to Kiriko, "Yeah, it's warm, even rated for exposure to the vacuum of space, Phase 2 prototype ARC Trooper armor." His voice has a heavy Mandalorian accent, though it was gentle and friendly, but also held an air of authority behind it, one built up by years of commanding soldiers in the midst of a galactic war from a bygone era.

[member="Cassius Droma"]
[member="Kiriko"]
[member="Ronin Wendigo"]
[member="Tanaski Yumi"]
[member="Reggie Faayare"]
[member="Xaedrin Vondiranach"]
[member="Solari"]

 

[Matsu Ike]

The jedi master looked at them and still had no idea who they were staying there as she stood and looked at the bear. "You are unbearable somethimes but we should get inside and see what there is." She said it while moving and slid a thin metal band laced with crystals from her pack. Sliding the bands around her hand and wrist so the main crystal setled in her pal before sparking it with a warm burst of energy to make a small shield and put it above her head for falling debris. She was looking at the ruins and following what information they could get here. She sent the drones out once again into the ruin s to go deeper before looking at the bear. "We'll have to be careful, I know you don't like to fight but be safe. Plus worse case scenario we have my force blades to cut through everything. If Hijarna stone can't withstand it then nothing on this planet could."

 

[Mirra Voss]

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Torivan XIII​

Wild Space​

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He pushed the button. ​

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[member="Matsu Ike"]'s droids have begun to make their way through the complex - drop outs are common, but enough are still running and giving back signal that the basic upper layout is visible - a large central room where [member="Cassius Droma"] and T-4D4 are standing in front of a minor power source, then two long wide wings that are mostly iced over due to being on the surface, but appear to once have contained living quarters.

There's a large central elevator shaft at the back of the room, ancient and apparently unused. The scans indicate that the power source for the complex is somewhere many tens or hundreds of meters below. If there is any life on the surface of the complex, it's long dead.

At least until the button is pushed.

Then, as they say, everything happens at once.

A low, not terribly ominous hum sounds throughout the structure - even in the depths to the rear where [member="Xaedrin Vondiranach"] is working his way along a corridor lined with ancient Sith statues, looking for some way to descend. It doesn't sound terribly bad - until he notices that the statues resonate in time with it.

A powerful sense of the darkside briefly blossoms, channeling through arcane runes and sorcery worked into the structure, racing through it and causing the runes to illuminate for a second with a dull red light. Where the darkside energy passes the droid wreckage, the utterly powerless, inanimate objects leap to a jerky, horrific life and attempt to reassemble themselves into working droids. All of them on the upper levels fail, but [member="Xaedrin Vondiranach"] suddenly finds himself surrounded by animating statues of ancient Sith Lords which appear to have both ill intent, and a wide variety of copies of ancient Sith weapons.

From the outside, the structure briefly lights up with a dull, ominous red light and the statues by the door which were cut into chunks with a lightsaber struggle to draw themselves back into a coherent whole, before the ancient Sith magic fails and they fall back to lifeless statues.

From far above, the top of the ancient temple starts to glow and spew a tiny trickle of... smoke? Volcanic, from the scent.

Back inside, the lift glows, then slides open with the creak of ages to reveal a vertiable horde of ancient, half-built, half-repaired and half... regrown sith battle droids.

[member="Cassius Droma"] has a moment of facing down enough levelled blasters to make a Jedi Master pale (at least a non-deflection specialist) before a volley of... low powered, useless and otherwise futile shots spray forth from the droids, not one of them even posing a risk to the Jedi or the droid. Two of them collapse outright as their power circuits overload from the strain of firing weapons who's charge is long depleted. The ancient Sith arts may repair and reanimate droids, but they apparently don't produce tibanna gas from nowhere.

However, even from outside the noise of blaster fire is audible.

Cassius Droma | Commander Firestorm | Tanaski Yumi | Ronin Wendigo | Matsu Ike | Reggie Faayare | Kiriko | Xaedrin Vondiranach​

 

[Micah tol Powl]

They had wonderfully frigid weather, cookies, and tea.

And newly met friends on a newly discovered planet as well! Surely, this was the most interesting of times. Perfect opportunity for making friends. Yet, as lovely as it was to plop down and have a sit, perhaps a spot of tea and conversation on the tundra, it seemed as though the Beorni's remaining passenger was a rather impatient fare.

Rising back onto all fours, the Beorni started heading toward the structure indicated by [member="Matsu Ike"]. As he did, the Beorni turned his head toward [member="Commander Firestorm"] a moment to ask, "And what might an 'ARC trooper' be, if I may ask?"

It seemed rather mysterious. Very soldierly.

Looking over at where [member="Tanaski Yumi"] was conversing with [member="Reggie Faayare"] and remarked, "Come along, lads. It seems the lady 'll not be kept waiting."

 

[Tanaski Yumi]

As Tana waited for a response it would seem time was getting away, well it was a proper mission so it’s not really like they could just hang around doing whatever they pleased, though apparently jokes and puns where a must, "Oh that pun hurts more than this freezing planet, I'll need to have a rest before I can take another one that bad". To be honest though it did lighten the mood a bit more, but Tana just hopped it would not become a habit.

With Matus and Kiriko now off to towards the structure the young Padawan was now needed a new ride, "Don't suppose that speeder can take two people"? He gave Reggie a slight wink walking around and hopping on the back of the speeder, patting the seat in front of him, eager to get the mission underway and thus leave the frozen tundra behind for a short while. assuming it was warmer inside the complex they were exploring.

[member="Kiriko"] l [member="Solari"] l [member="Matsu Ike"] l [member="Commander Firestorm"] l [member="Reggie Faayare"] l [member="Ronin Wendigo"]

 

[Commander Firestorm]

"It stands for Advanced Recon Commando, specialized soldiers who were considered the best of the best in being able to complete solo missions and think on their feet with ease, I was part of the ARC program before the collapse of the Galactic Republic after the conclusion of the Clone Wars."

"I'm not sure I am familiar with your kind."

[member="Tanaski Yumi"]
[member="Kiriko"]
[member="Solari"]
[member="Matsu Ike"]
[member="Cassius Droma"]
[member="Ronin Wendigo"]
[member="Xaedrin Vondiranach"]

 

[Cassius Droma]

Cassius raised an apprehensive eyebrow as the temple seemed to come alive around him, the dark side of the Force coursing through the cracks and crevasses like blood through a reanimated corpse. A couple of droids whizzed by, newer models, possibly more explorers… but who else would be here? This only briefly kept his attention, as some of the various droid parts around them started to jump and twitch. Cassius slowly backed away from the console, his eyes darting around, fear not setting in just yet.

“Well, you’ve done it now,” T-4D4 said, his eyes too scanning the area for any sort of incoming threat. Both of them locked their gazes at the lift in the back of the room, roughly twenty meters away, as it creaked and whined. The slits in the doors started to glow, and then they ripped open, revealing the horrifically constructed mechanical terrors within.

There were a lot of guns pointing at them. Instinctively, Cassius reached to his side. With a brassy hum, his lightsaber sprang to life, the glow of the light green blade mixing and clashing with the red outlines on the runes below. The young Jedi brought his saber up in a defensive stance, ready to fight these droids off until they could find cover.

The first volley came, and Cassius blocked as best he could, but it was too much. A blaster bolt came careening towards his shoulder, and then… nothing. The effect was so minimal, it might as well have been a pebble thrown by a child. T-4D4 seemed equally perplexed. Lowering his lightsaber as he saw two of the droids tumble just from their lack of power, Cassius sent a wave of Force energy out, knocking the rest of them over and to the ground, twitching as their servos whined and eventually died.

“I guess not everything lasts forever,” Cassius muttered, the blade of his saber returning to its hilt with a slow sipping sound.

“I suppose the only way is down,” T-4D4 said, looking over to his friend. Apparently, the curiosity had caught him, too.

“I suppose so,” Cassius nodded, heading over to the elevator shaft where a cacophony of droid bodies were still twitching. Using the Force, Cassius moved the bodies out of the lift with great ease, and the two stepped onto the lift. Pushing the button for the lift to go down, Cassius watched as the elevator doors shut in front of him. Whether or not it would actually take him to a desired destination remained to be seen.

[SIZE=11pt][member="Solari"] | [member="Matsu Ike"] | [member="Kiriko"] | [member="Xaedrin Vondiranach"] | [member="Reggie Faayare"] | [member="Commander Firestorm"] | [member="Tanaski Yumi"] | [member="Ronin Wendigo"][/SIZE]

 

[Commander Firestorm]

Alex's speeder stopped in front of the ancient ruin, he then proceeded to pull the disguised lightsaber off his belt as well as a single DC-17 Heavy Blaster Pistol.

[member="Cassius Droma"]
[member="Tanaski Yumi"]
[member="Kiriko"]
[member="Solari"]
[member="Matsu Ike"]
[member="Ronin Wendigo"]
[member="Reggie Faayare"]
[member="Xaedrin Vondiranach"]

 

[000]

Torivan XIII
Wild Space

Solari | Matsu Ike |Kiriko | Reggie Faayare | Tanaski Yumi | Commander Firestorm |[member="Xaedrin Vondiranach"]

It was then as he began to walk down the darkened cavern of sorts that the air around him grew somewhat less chilled to something a bit more tolerable. Thou none less cold and somewhat stale at best as he moved further down into the growing darkness as he felt drawn to a point. He seems neglected to care light a glow stick light his way but then again after wandering the universe as he did. It didn't seem to matter much to him as his eyes slowly grown became accustomed to the darkness and his other sense pitch it to sort cover the loss of sight partly. Which was a skill of sort pick up back when Master Coci found him...back to the planet of shadows as he came call it nowadays.

But then again this train of thought seems came to come to an abrupt halt as ahead he couldn't help note nor mistake the faint glow of light. Round what seems been a partly open doorway of the sort. One which at best that he could notice during the brief time it was lit was marked with quite a few potshot holes and scar marks indicative of.....a battle or sort? One can only guess but then again from ahead he could hear a faint rumble and what he could faintly discern as a battle. To which drew him in to duck low and enter despite his growing uneasiness of the place he dares venture forward. Duck low to enter he soon finds himself standing over what appears to be an ancient hallway slope down leading to where he can't say for sure. But still he continued on till eventually he comes to a fork in the road where on one side he could sense the dark presence he felt come to grew stronger ( [member="Xaedrin Vondiranach"] ) while one side he hears what seem to be distinct voices of the light( [member="Matsu Ike"] & Co) and before him on another a far stranger one faint thought seem undiscernable of either dark or light origin . That he found himself bogged down with making a choice as to which path to take. But then again that window of opportunity didn't stay open for long as from all around him came the crack and thump of gears or parts flying. Draw together to form by what unknown reason into figures in the ill-lit hall that he found himself standing in.

 

[Chordor]

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[Reggie Faayare]

It was true, Reggie had never been subjected to flirting before, which made it a bit difficult for him to catch onto such things. Realization dawning on his face, he scratches the back of his head, something he usually did when he was embarrassed. At the moment, he was also a bit confused.

"Oh....I apologize? Your spot on when you say I've never been subjected to flirting before, haha!"

When Tanaski mentioned something about Reggie knowing his sister, confusion came across him. Yumi.....where did he hear that name before....

"Ah! Your sister's name is Sky'ito, right?"

Reggie had only met the girl once, but he was able to remember her name clearly. He didn't forget names or people easily, something that he was glad about. Eventually, Matsu Ike went inside the ancient structure, sending her drones deeper into the ruins. Time was wasting and he had the odd feeling that they weren't the only ones here. when Tanaski Yumi hopped on the back of the speeder, Reggie was a bit surprised. Refocusing on the mission ahead of them, Reggie drove the speeder to the ruins.

When they arrived, he quickly got off the speeder bike, ready to explore the ruins. He looked at his allies and gestured towards the entrance, excitement showing on his face.

"Shall we?"

Commander Firestorm @Kiriko @Solari Matsu Ike

 

[Micah tol Powl]

The Beorni looked over at [member="Commander Firestorm"] at the question.

"I would be surprised if you were," the bear remarked honestly, when the ARC trooper admitted he was not familiar with Kiriko's species. "I am Beorni of Midvinter. Few of us now live. Even fewer stray from our homeworld."

As Master [member="Matsu Ike"] seemed eager for a fight, the bear opted for a compromise. "I should be most glad to leave any fighting to you. Allow me to handle our defenses, should such be required."

Kiriko had a rather niche set of skills for a Jedi. Even a Jedi Consular. But among the more practical of his abilities was a number of nuanced techniques developed around the concept of a protection bubble.

As a Beorni, Kiriko frowned the idea of being a sword for anyone. Or even anything or any ideal. But he could be their shield.

[member="Reggie Faayare"] | [member="Tanaski Yumi"]​

 

[Matsu Ike]

She looked at Kiriko with a nod of her head and could sense the others as she stood there for a moment. Looking outwards but she slid her saber out of her robes sleeve. The glimmer of silver from the inth metal casing, the warmness within her hand from the crystals themselves in the hilt but she had the synthmesh of it. Where she was able to go letting calmness there. She could sense Kiriko and her mind expended outwards where she moved. The drones could find many things but she had worked with Domino and the Aing-Tii to do this anyways. If anything the jedi master felt like she was limited iherself as she allowed the force to fill her, each fiber of her being and from within her robes on the metal chain the crystal glowed.

THe heart of the universe allowing her to connect and go deeper then most knew when she touched it all. The world and the others on it, Kirko was the one she was most familiar with but she could see the others and remained there. A warmth down below in the caverns of ice and snow. She had her force sword for use but there was also the blade. A small blade of sorrow when she looked over listening to the others. "If it comes down to it Kiriko, then I suppose I could protect you... or at least the tea. The tea is very important to most of our experiments and projects as artisan's after all." She had a wide grin on her face though continuing into the caverns and pulling with the force to guide her movements.