Dominion The Wind Bares Ill | CIS Dominion of Taloraan Hex

[Eternal Ardor]

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Taloraan. A hot planet, and one of the rare gas giants which had the ability to support organic life. Diving in and out of the gaseous orb’s decadent cloudscape, one might see any one of a number of large beasts to include Fleft-wauf, Island-beast, Sleft-chuff and Thafsalnu. But be weary, for the air is only breathable in the gas giant’s upper atmosphere level. Venturing too far down would require specialized equipment for the breathable air that supports life in its many forms gives way to a poisonous cacophony and noxious fumes and chemical reactions. To venture into the depths of this cloudscape ill-prepared would surely bring death.

But beyond its innate beauty, this rare jewel fosters the livelihoods of several scattered tribes of humans - having immigrated here hundreds, if not thousands - of years before. The Defrandi, and the famed Wind Raiders are the two most prominent and strongest of the tribes, and have each had their times in the spotlight during the times of both the Republic and the Galactic Empire.

After some years of peace, war threatens to take over the planet as the two largest tribes, and their supporters, clash in their beliefs and in their ideals. Taloraan City trembles beneath the heightening transgressions as sympathizers to both causes, impassioned by their beliefs, move toward reinforcing their ideals. Meanwhile, certain groups, and even smaller tribes as a whole have resorted to a form of extremism - now leaning on violence to serve as a solution.

A call has come to the Confederacy, as its borders brush against the system’s own, that it might come to act as a third party arbitrator and assistant in quelling this predicament, before it can truly fall into a calamity. With the advances in the technology here, and the abundance of Tibana Gas across the entirety of the planet, war here would certainly spell the deaths of thousands.

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The peoples of the Defrandi and the Wind Raider tribes have reached out to the Confederacy to act as an Arbitrator at a peace summit in a neutral territory. Hear out the arguments from either side and broker in a new era of peace between the two tribes and prevent the world’s peoples from suffering the calamities inherent in war.

As with anywhere else in the galaxy, the world of Taloraan was not spared the insurrection of organized extremists. In this case, there have been sects embedded in both of the major tribes and have recently moved toward violence to pass along their ideas. Fields of Tibana gas have been littered with mines and other improvised explosive devices. Find them and prevent the chain reaction of utter destruction if they were to blow, but watch out, for you might just find yourself face to face with an enraged Fleft-wauf. Or worse.

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As always, if none of the objectives appeal to you, feel free to create your very own, unique story here.

Spoiler: Tag List

Alban Roble
Luca Donskoi
Amelia von Sorenn
A Arisone
Archon Xris
Alaria Telwith
Aston Jacobs
Aya Clarke
Bastille Rommer
Beric Layne
Bentil Mortop
Bullwark
@BX-1335
Caesar Kenway
Corvus Dravere
Colton Renth
Damsy Callat
Jayce Pryde
Decious
Eli-Mae Forrest
Melina Suarez
Fawn Alzi
Faye Malvern
FN-1138
Gerwald Lechner
Holt
IG-65A
Ingrid L'lerim
Joannis Campbell
John Locke
Karlie Lynn Destat
Kasca Fen
Kathryn Foster
Kayla Wylen
Kiff Brayde
Krystal
Kurenai Yumi
Kyber
Lady Moll
Luna Terrik
Lyla Quinn
Maani
Maple Harte
Mathieu Brion
Fury of Aerðs
Rabbit
Rann Thress
Maria Savilia
Maur
Millu Lee
Muad Dib
Myrrdin_Emries
Nine Lives
L LGMForever
R4-AUD
Razelle Breuner
Redd
Roy Americus
Ryk Gaelir
Rylan Kordel
SC-A1
Srina Talon
Startorn
Subject 73 Red
Talon Rahl
Talak Jenste
ToKola Bakari
Tess Valnora
Tyran Numeck
Valencia Hadley
Vanric Dannon
Veronika Fleischer
Visanj T'shkali
Kyyrk
Vyse de Valorous
Vytal Noctura
Valeria de la Vallée
Uxagi Xatash
Rayne Centaris
Ryk Gaelir
Taiia Locke
Sabine Delacroix
Vess Sadragen
Anashla Deshal
Lesya Kosarev
Jordar Varcskel
Julra Repraj
Ashelia Solidor
The Monster
Draconis Sederius Wolf
Karlie Lynn Destat
Easy-G97
Jason Farkas
Cypher Rage
Danielle Mueller
Nimue
Anakwor Farlorn
Lyra Vent
Teyla Sal-Soren
Corran Watts
Mila Uhlesifa
Udrid
Vemric Keldra
Ar'tal Ktruok
Dispara
Corran Watts
Tyché
Fury of Aerðs
Lyra Vent
Anakwor Farlorn
Danielle Mueller

 

[Luca Donskoi]

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Tags: Faye Malvern | Open
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It was a gaseous orb adrift in space. Its cloudscape of sundering hues swirling within the vivid mixture. They were only broken by the towering repulsor cities that pushed through the upper atmosphere. And by the incredible beasts indigenous to the planet herself. ​

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It was in the planet’s capital that Alden found himself stepping from the sleft-chuff carriage that served to commute him here. The city, and the planet, were much like the world of Bespin. Even so much as sharing the same technology which made their cities as well as ushering forth the same major export to the galaxy at large.​

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Overhead, a large avian creature passed by, the strokes from its wings hurling powerful jets of wind through the streets of the already windy city. It tugged along the entrails of Alden’s coat, causing them to dance about freely to whatever rhythm the gusts presented them with. The brown, feathered beast wasn’t in sight for long as it disappeared into billowing columns of aloof clouds. ​

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“A fleft-wauf, Sir.” The voice came from a small, yet gaunt, woman with ebony skin. Her lips were painted a bright pink, and her brow a deep blue. Orbs so deep a brown they may as well have been black, sat along deep sockets on her face. Her dark hair was pulled back tightly into a well spun bun and had obviously had more than enough product applied to it to ensure it stayed. Not ever the gust born off the wings of the fleft-wauf from early had been able to pry a hair loose. She wore a vividly blue dress that clung tightly to the contour of her body and ended just below her knee. ​

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“Welcome to Taloraan City, Ministers. We trust your trip was a pleasant one?” She smiled and bowed her head slightly, clasping her fingers together gingerly over her stomach. “You are the first of the Confederacy to arrive and we are honored you were both willing, and able, to assist us through these troubling times. We can not possibly thank you enough.” She turned and motioned to the towering construct before them. A rotunda of sorts. ​

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“Shall we,” she asked, awaiting an affirmation from Alden.​

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Alden breathed in deeply, taking in the sites of the city around them and the rather immense structure that was the central government complex. It had a certain regalness to it and was trimmed in gold and bronze hues. And even had statues erected in front of the building which Alden could only assume were of prominent figures from the planet’s history.​

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The hair along his brow swayed as the breeze passed gently through the city. Sweat had beaded across his forehead, signifying the elevated temperatures of the planet compared to those he was now accustomed to with his duties split between Eiattu VI, where he served as King alongside his queen, Faye Malvern , and Naboo, where he served as the Deputy Minister of War for the Confederacy of Independent Systems. It was those latter duties that brought him here at the behest of the Taloraan peoples. ​

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Dark, fine fabric lay upon his figure, cut in the fashion of a high quality suit. It was black, most, with a subdued lavender accent along the lapel, cuffs and buttons. It wasn’t an overly extravagant suit, but it fit his form and complexion well. ​

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A silver Confederacy insignia had been pinned to his lapel, signifying the man’s allegiance to the same. ​

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“The honor is mine,” replied Alden, a smile etching its way across his face. He looked the woman over with a watchful eye, taking note of anything that might discern where her own allegiance lay. And what she hoped to achieve in such. Much could be learned simply from one’s body language. How they carried themselves. And how they spoke. Beyond the clothing or emblems they chose to brandish upon themselves. As he took in the situation, he could see that she was proud of her accomplishments, yet there was a trepidation that stung at her verbiage use. That caused particular inflections on certain words that need not be pronounced in the way they were. Not a significant difference, but one well enough that one looking for it would notice. ​

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He took note of the luxurious ring that adorned her left ring finger. It was of an elegant design, with a crystal carved in the shape of a rose inlaid into it. Pink and white dominating the color scheme. ​

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Subconsciously, Alden’s hand reached over and caressed the ring that lay upon his own hand, signifying his recent marriage to Faye Malvern , the woman that stood next to him. She was his better half, and the more well versed of the two in the political theater having years more experience than his mere months. And at that, he wasn’t even a full on Minister, but rather the deputy to Caesar Kenway. Yet, he regularly threw himself into arenas where, and when, he could. After all, recent events within the Confederacy’s own borders had increased the man’s work load significantly; Alden could only imagine it was something of a relief to the man to be able to shoulder at least a portion of that work load.​

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His gaze shifted to his wife for a moment and gauged her own response to the happenings and how things were unfolding currently. Reaching out with his mind to brush against her own and gauge what he could of what she had been able to gather. ​

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Finally, his gaze turned back to the ebony woman and he gave her a nod of his head. “We shall...” he began, allowing the friendly smile to once more crawl over his face. “Mrs . . .” The end of his phrasing found itself empty as it dawned upon him that the woman that had welcomed him, had neglected to introduce herself to them both.​

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[Adron Malvern]

FLIGHT​

Tags: Xobos Yakieer Danielle Mueller Leven Jeyd ​

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No, the Exarch had not been tasked with dispatching himself to see to the diplomatic talks that were occuring a few hundred miles away. A mission such as that would be readily handled by the proper diplomats, including his own sister, Faye Malvern if she was in attendance. The Exarch had no reason to hold the hands of those who worked diligently to solve the qualms of others. He was, however, a man who believed that if anything could go wrong then it would, and in the worst possible fashion. That was what brought him to Taloraan, yet that was not exactly his only purpose. ​

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The man stood upon a metal platform, surrounded by thin clouds of orange and magenta. The air on this world was breathable, yet the Dark Lord cast a field of the Force around him all the same. The high altitude and dangerous gasses that blew from the planet's core could make even the most resistant men dizzy and nauseous.​

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He stood on the hull of a starship with crossed arms, saying nothing as his amethyst eyes pierced the beautiful sights of the horizon. Behind the man were a number of individuals, Danielle Mueller and Xobos Yakieer were the sister apprentices who he'd chosen to bring along to this excursion, but he did not regard them for a time. Instead, his eyes were set on the horizon and what laid in the distance. ​

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"There." The Exarch finally said before his lips curled into a knowing smile. He turned back to the group before him and began to speak in that same tone of silver and silk that he'd always used. "There are creatures on this world that I have very much taken an interest in. A simple deal has allowed me to procure as many as I need, however we must catch them ourselves. Stay away from the center of the planet, the further down you go the harsher the gasses will be."​

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Stepping away from the group, Adron instead turned to the edge of the ship. His eyes were a settled cloud of amethyst as he peered at the beasts that flew towards them. They were massive aviants, with long-spanning wings and they let out shriek-like cries the moment they saw the freighter that hovered in the middle of their airspace. Adron, never to be anything but impeccably dressed, wore a stunning three piece suit of cream and honey. He unfastened his tie, pulling at it before looking back to those behind him. "They may be a bit restless..." He muttered. ​

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That was when the swarm overcame them, large beaks and massive wings fluttering over the group. Their cries filled the skies, causing Adron to chuckle before suddenly....​

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[Vemric Keldra]

TAGS: Dain Vikaar Jie Tarell | open​

Vemric stood on the bridge of the Requiem, hands behind his back, looking at gas ball below them. It was a nice change of pace - getting sent here. It did his personnel good too - travelling a right side further than orbit above Naboo. It gave them some variation from the usual drills. And it got him away from Mrs. Rhass, his housekeeper, harassing him about pushing Mila Uhlesifa too hard with her training while not looking after himself. It still baffled him after all these years how that woman could pair concern and chastise so well together. It had gotten even worse after the adoption of his Ward.

An Ensign approached him with a hesitant salute.
"Admiral, Sir?"
Vemric turned his head slightly.
"Did they not teach you how to address your superiors properly at the Academy?" he asked in his usual aloof tone.
The Ensign snapped up straight with a blush. "Yes, Sir, Admiral, Sir!"
"Then do it right the first time. What is it?" he asked, his tone turning a bit more icy.
"They have arrived, Admiral, Sir."
"Very well." he said with a sigh while turning around. "At ease." he added to the Ensign, before making his way to the hangar.
The Ensign breathed a quiet sigh of relief after he had left.

In the hangar bay, Vemric approached the two comrades that would accompany him down to sort out the little explosive problem. Bee, his BB-9 unit, was also already waiting at the shuttle.
"Master Dain Vikaar , Master Jie Tarell , welcome aboard the Requiem." he said, sounding almost bored. "Do you gentlemen need more time, or are you ready to get to work?"​

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Location: Taloraan
Equipment: Faceless Armor, Knight Saberstaff
Mental state: Silent
Tags: | Adron Malvern | Danielle Mueller | Leven Jeyd |

Xobos could feel Levan staring at her.

The changeling had spoken to her very, very little since they had made their way off zeltros. Though, the silent treatment started closer to when they had gotten back to Illyria and the girl had been marked with Xobos’ new mark of power, preventing her from changing whenever she pleased. This could be turned off by Xobos at will, but for the moment, that lock was firmly in place. And she knew that Leven hated her for it. Despite allowing her apprentice to take whatever form she felt most comfortable with before placing the mark on her, she could tell that her apprentice was much more at ease when she could change at her own will. The little thing did not like being controlled. She knew as much, had since she had met Jester.

And now she was having to learn that her control was not mattered here. Only Xobos’. But as she had learned under Adron, that meant very little towards the boiling anger one would feel toward the holder of the leash.

Xobos sat near the edge of the ramp, cross legged and meditating, as one could typically find her. Her mind was not far, however, as the voices that had spoken to her were silent for now. The mental power typically taken to speak to them was instead used on monitoring her unamused, jumpy little apprentice. Bringing her on this excursion was a risk, to say the least. Of course, she had been given weapons, a pair of knives perfectly fitted to her palms and weight. Whether they would be useful in the hands of her Jester would be seen soon.

Perhaps she would even try and hunt or kill her master. It might be expected at this point. But the mark now firmly planted on her forearm had more tricks than locking down her changing. Eventually, Xobos and Leven would establish trust once again, and the little one would understand that all the Miraluka did, it was to make her stronger in all forms, not just one. It would be a lesson that would take time to learn, but when it was, Xobos had faith in just how powerful Leven could become.

Adron’s words did not snap Xobos out of her meditation as it typically did. Instead, his words eased her from her mental state, as did the sudden onslaught of attacks from the avian. The smallest of smiles graced her lips underneath the faceless mask she wore while death stared her right in the face. An avian very much intent on ripping her in two bared down on the cross legged Miraluka, only to find itself headless, smoking on the shuttle floor after the snap her lightsaber blades could be heard. Standing now, her head turned to where the changeling watched, her orange dual blade held at and angle behind her back silhouetting her form. “Show me what you can do. Defend yourself. Prove you are worthy to continue to take my teachings.”

With the challenge issued, Xobos strode forward off the shuttle, intent on slaying any beast that dared stand in her way of completing her master’s goal.

 

[Mila Uhlesifa]

TAG: Vemric Keldra​

Mila Uhlesifa was somewhere between overwhelmed by the amount of studying she was doing, and beyond happy that she was doing it begin with. She had been working tirelessly, frantically to keep up with the exponentially increasing expectations of Vemric Keldra who had made her a ward for the CIS, where she was studying hard to become an engineer for the Confederacy. She had even come up with a few theoretical projects for extra credit to make up for any less than perfect grades, which were far more common during the first few weeks, but were now quite rare. She was walking through the corridors, carrying a small Hard Drive containing her work and extra work from the past month. She was headed back to the place she was sleeping for the time being when’s she passed her more or less adoptive father figure who was meeting up with two others for a mission of one kind or another.

The details of this mission were unknown to her, but she was certain that it would take them into the field, a place she had been wanting to see for a while now because of the opportunity it would give her to see engineering, particularly weapons engineering, in action, and have a better feel for what sorts of hurdles and circumstances that could get in the way of or help various weapon types, though she also had interest in various designs for tanks or other armored vehicles. She came up behind him and patiently waited for him to notice her, she had immense respect for him and was always respectful and courteous in her mannerisms, especially towards her guardian. So she waited patiently, and when noticed and addressed she’d say.

“Vemric, please let me accompany you. I know that there’s a lot I can learn from going into the field. I won’t get in the way and I won’t interfere, and it will be a good way to learn about the applications of my chosen field. Please let me accompany you.”

 

[Danielle Mueller]

Present Company: Adron Malvern , Leven Jeyd & Xobos Yakieer
Apparel: Knights Obsidian Leathers & Combat Gloves
Weapons: Dee's Tonfa Sabers

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Dee wasn't particularly fond of Taloraan, or any gas giants of this nature for that matter. She found them to be oddly useless places to visit, many consisting of no actual ground to put down footing, least of all it meant dying from asphyxiation due to the poisonous air around them.

Once more into the frey, she had accompanied Adron Malvern and her fellow sister-apprentice, he had come to call them, she and Xobos Yakieer. Together they seemed to be some sort of students under the Exarch's training and tutilage.

...It hadn't just been an employment opportunity after-all.

She had wanted to be fond of her employer, she had hoped to enjoy working under him and form a professional relationship of integrity and trust with the man, but she had learned that these things simply weren't possible with Adron unless he desired it, and from what she had experienced thus far, that wasn't to be the case.

Despite this however, Danielle had gained from the experience so far. She had been gifted her own Crystals to attune herself with, and they would be seated within her Tonfa Lightabers, powering the deadly blunt force, or energy-bladed weapons against a variety of opponent archetypes in order to fight for the Confederacies interests and sovereignty.

Not only this, but she had also been introduced to the Force and was slowly becoming better acquiainted with what she could do, her own potential and limitations to be pushed and eventually overcome.

Their assignment today was one of acquisition, and it quickly became apparent that both she, Xobos and the stranger alongside her (Leven Jeyd), would have little choice but to defend themselves and see the man's will be done. For what purpose, remained to be seen.

Her Tonfa ignited with a scream of energy, a splash of amber and a shallow reflection of light to circle the floor where she stood, her guard raising with both weapons held inverted and hilts firmly guarding her forearms in preparation for the fight against these feral avian creatures.

 

[Vaux Gred]

Vaux slowly walked into a Taloraan City bar that she'd found herself in. Why? Well she was actually one a mission. Find a particularly nasty group of smugglers that had apparently hulled up here. The only problem was she had to find them, so she was here in this old water hole looking for answers. She quickly walked over to the bar, smiling a little under helmet before speaking up.

"Oi, barkeep! Give me the strongest thing you've got, and perhaps some information." The bartender looked, pouring the drink as he spoke up.

"I only talk business face-to-face, Mando." The pilot grumbled under her helmet before removing it, and glaring with silvery eyes.

"Will you talk now? I'm look for some smugglers."

"Isn't everyone?"

"Some that can handle a more... dirty job." He eyed the woman, not seeming too keen on giving up anything quite yet.

"Look. Why don't you just take you're drink and go. Consider the glass yours."

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: xxx
WEAPON: xxx
TAG: Open

There was little Gerwald hated more than tribal war. Yes, there were a few things he could list such as slavery and an anti-force user sentiment, but tribal war rarely made sense. More often than not, tribes fell into war because of disputes which were nothing more than petty immaturity. Gerwald had seen it too many times on Stewjon. His home world was littered with those who would make war for petty gain or childish offenses which made no sense to the soldiers who fought the battles. At least the threat of the Dark Ones had unified them so long ago. These tribes needed a similar threat, one that threatened to devastate their way of life to the point they had no choice but unify.​

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That was why Gerwald turned down the request to accompany the Deputy Minister of War and the Minister of Influence to the peace talks. The last peace talks the Confederacy engaged in had failed, and mostly in part because his sister had been a sore loser. Gerwald knew she was never one to back down. Alwine had been the type who had to win at all cost whether she was right or wrong. In fact, Gerwald knew she considered herself to be right, always. It was a shame she had been so wrong about him. In the end, as much as she had accused him of being the one to leave, she had left him. It had been a good thing Gerwald had not absent from Siskeen.​

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Today Gerwald's mission was simple. While others debated, and soldiers and knights aimed to keep the extremists from blowing each other up, Gerwald would be going directly for the source. The leaders of each group needed to be eradicated. There was only one good way to kill a snake and that was to cut off its head. The Lord Marshall could only hope that his instincts were correct and that the serpent did not turn out to be a hydra.​

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Lord Marshall... Gerwald was still adjusting to the title. His heart had always been torn between seeing Stewjon become better than what it was, and his loyalty to the Knights Obsidian. He had wished so much that he could be a good foot soldier, but the longer Gerwald remained among the Confederates, the lupine found he was unable to avoid leadership. The once illiterate warrior had become an educated leader among the Knights Obsidian. He could not let them down.​

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Recently Naedira Darcrath had visited Gerwald on Rodia, well her ghost had. The meeting only served to remind him that there was still a promise he had left to keep. The burden of carrying the ring she was bound to now fell to him, and his master had been right, it was a heavy burden, but in other ways than Gerwald had expected. His desire was strong to keep his promise, but knowing they had already failed once weighed on him. At the same time he was resolved, determined.​

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It was the same determination with which the predator stalked its prey. The leader of both extremist groups would not know what hit them. Gerwald's ship hovered over the last know location of one such leader. A wild grin pulled at Gerwald's lips. Any who were with him would see the blood lust in his eyes as the vibrant blue change to a sickeningly yellow hue.​

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[Leven Jeyd]

"The Magic Thief"

Location: Taloraan.
Equipment: Knives.
Tagging: Adron Malvern ~ Xobos Yakieer ~ Danielle Mueller

It was quite disconcerting how a creature as small and harmless as the young changeling could exude such unsettling feelings. It oozed around her like waves of boiling water, unbridled and uncontrolled. A little flame of raw fury among so much darkness. She had been cheated. Lied to. The Jester, now Leven Jeyd, had been lured away from her home of colors and lawlessness, her den of lies where she had been in control of most that happened in her simple, mischievous life.

And now an inky shackle had been painted on her forearm. A cursed abomination forced upon her by the eyeless lady. The girl could feel venom and ire bite at her heart. Xobos Yakieer had found her and called her special, she had marveled at the changing skins of the Jester...and then she had stolen her gift. A vile, treacherous thief. There was no respect in her eyes, only defiance, malice. A pup that bared its still growing fangs that had, luckily, just enough common sense to preserve its life. But what life was this?

The wondrous Jester was no more. No matter how hard she tried - and try she did - she could no longer shape herself as she desired. The Sith Knight's power mark had seen her severed from her own form of magic. Now she was stuck in an idle carcass, ordinary, vulgar. Leven was nothing without her changing colors and forms. She had been outraged in the vilest of ways, the temple that was her being had been defiled by the will of the one who claimed to want to teach her a better way.

Indeed, ever since the betrayal she had been silent. Yet her creative little mind was filled with many obscure little thoughts, mostly directed at the armored woman. She didn't know who the other two were, and her curiosity had been muted by her anger and her anguish. As Xobos sat meditating, Leven watched from the shadows. Her clear white eyes like sharpened diamond blades burning through the back of the Sith Knight's head. Plotting, and scheming, and biding her time. Feeling a hunger grow within her that threatened to consume her, although she did not yet know what it exactly it was that she hungered for.

And then the birds came.

Unlike the other three, the girl was not a fighter. One look at her was enough to know this, she was barely out of childhood. She was agile and sneaky, and she had thrown a couple of knives to amaze this person or the other during her time in the Acrophylia, but using them as weapons? Against immense, sharp talons coming at them from above? No.

The words of the woman she so despised rung in her mind. Defend yourself, prove yourself worthy. Worthy of a thief. Leven would have bitten back with some retort, if it weren't for the fact that winged doom was incoming.

Thinking fast, the girl locked her eyes on the figures of the birds flying above them and began moving, adrenaline pumping through her veins as her hands gripped the handles of the knives way too strongly.

Both Xobos and the other young woman held on to those strange glowing sticks that made quick work of anything that came near them, lightsabers. She, had two small metal blades and an unrivaled will to live another day if only to scorn the one that had wronged her.

The regal looking man had said to capture the birds. Beheading them was neither within her abilities nor inkeeping with the...mission. Yet of course, not giving a single care to what had been demanded of her, all she did was use her smaller form in her favor to try and go unnoticed by the assailants. Leven possessed a deceptive strength and speed, but she had no chances in a battle of brawn against the birds and she knew it. So she headed towards some large crates that lingered nearby, looking for cover as her mind reeled to find a plan to get herself out of this hell unscathed.

She wanted to change forms desperately. Turn herself into something diminute, or into something so scary the birds would lose their feathers and scatter upon seeing it. But she couldn't. She couldn't. And her chest began to heave because of the intensity of her angry breathing. Her fingers clawed feverishly at the mark that stained her skin, so harshly her short nails threatened to pierce it. Maybe the birds would get the blind woman, and the mark would disappear.

But Jester could only Hope.

Meanwhile, trying to act before any of the birds came her way, she lifted the heavy lid of one of the tall crates slightly, peeking to see if there was enough space inside to climb in. But what she saw bid the gears in her head to begin turning at full speed....a large, silvery net.

 

[Redd]

Outfit: Beskar’gam
Weapons: Generic Dagger​

Tags: Gerwald Lechner | Haastal Haran | Open​

Redd was a wolf in more ways than one. There was a sense of loyalty buried deep within her, that it was hard to carve out. Even if someone tried to pit her against those she cared for, then she would rather die protecting them from herself, than to lay a hand upon those that she held close within her heart. Yet, there weren't very many people that she did care for, two that she could count and only one of them was lupine in genetics. Her brother. Not by blood, but by accident. She is in essence, a sibling to the man because that was what he needed. A family member and someone to show him the true meaning of family. To show him what a true sister was and the red wolf intended on doing just that. To wipe away the stain; the taste of sour history upon his tongue when it came to family and give him a new hope built upon trust and loyalty.

No. She knew that he didn’t need a lover and she did not want to fill that role anyway. For she knew that his heart belonged to another and until her ghost could return and his arms could finally hold the long lost love that he longed for, then he didn’t seem capable of moving on. Besides. The redhead had found her own mate. One who challenged her on a day to day basis. Trained her and showed her the door to a new world. One filled with family, comradeship and a future. It was something that she herself had never thought was available to her. It had been so long since she even looked to the future with hopes and dreams, not since her pup days and that was something that made her love Haastal even more than she could even imagine. To lose him… Would shatter her. So she could see why Gerwald was the way that he was. Understand to a degree. Maybe not all the way, but she hoped to understand one day. He was, after all, her brother.

Human footsteps carried her over towards him and as she adjusted her Beskar’gam slightly, she offered a small smile to the man as she watched the blue bleed out into gold. It was a fact that she couldn’t understand, for she had never seen his eyes shift like hers did to reflect what side ruled over her current mentality. Today, her eyes were simply golden green, to reflect the neutrality between both wolf and human, because she was slowly beginning to find a balance that had never been found before and it was…

A frown descended upon her brow as she tried to find the right word for it. Redd could have sworn that she knew it, that the word was just sitting there on the tip of her tongue, but it just kept slipping through her fingers.

Quietly, she shifted her thoughts as she moved to stand beside the man with one hand holding her buy’ce while the other sheathing a dagger into the sheath upon her utility belt. ”Today looks favorable for some ass kicking and throat slicing.” She said with a smirk as she angled her head towards the man as if she was trying to lighten the mood. Not only was Gerwald her brother, but he was also her master, so even though her path was taking her down one that was of the Mandalorian kind, she would always be available to him. Master or brother. It didn’t matter to her, but she hoped one day, her teachings within the force would one day get back on track.

Until then. There was some serious ass kicking that was to be had and she felt as if her wolf was mentally stretching and preparing to be unleashed upon those that would scream in terror as her jaws would find their throats.​

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[Aadya Volke]

Outfit: Steelskin | Generic Breathing Mask | Gun Holsters
Weapons: Obsidian Lightsaber | KO Sidearm | Verpine Shatter Pistol | M-8 Shotgun​

Tags: Vemric Keldra | Dain Vikaar | Jie Tarell | Mila Uhlesifa​

Aadya was… A special case. She didn’t really run in the popular circles, nor did she care to. In fact, the lupine was sure that whenever someone mentioned Aadya, the return question would be, ’Aadya who?’ Did it worry her? Not in the slightest. She kept to herself, paid her dues, shot at things, occasionally mingled from time to time and then she would kick back, only to enjoy a nice cold one. Some would call it being an oddball. The brown lupine called it, living in the present. Why worry about building a reputation, gaining status and thinking about the future, when all one really needed was to think about the present.

Everything else was just nonsense and in a way, she thought that it was just the plain ego of the individuals themselves. Some egos were far too inflated for their own good and Aadya would be the person in the background carrying a bucket of popcorn to watch the show. A good rule that she lived by; was what goes up, must come down… Eventually. Of course, she wouldn’t live for as long as others to see some egos get annihilated, but that was just the way of the world. Did she consider herself to be a Sith? Not in the slightest. Did she consider herself to be a Jedi. No way in a million years. Life was too short to argue about what was right or what was wrong. She just enjoyed life to the fullest and did what made her happy.

So as the woman entered the hanger, she twirled the Verpine Shatter Pistol upon her finger before she slid it into the holster that rested upon her side at her chest. Her head nodded to a pretty upbeat song that she hadn’t heard before, something which would perk herself for the potential upcoming danger and although she was about to step into danger, the woman wasn’t about to sweat it. Instead, she enjoyed the thrill of the danger. Was she insane? Potentially, but it wasn’t a fact that she would sweat over and instead took up a position behind two others who also appeared to be waiting for something or someone. Of whom didn’t take long at all to make an appearance.

A roll of her eyes was given then at the sound of the bored tone that seemed to address the two before her and a chuckle of amusement parted her lips. Bored was he? Oh, Aadya was bound to add her standard flare to the group and she shook her head. ”Well, I don’t know about these two, but I’m all set.” A free hand lifted to brush through short, brunette locks as if to make a point. ”My hair is all done up real pretty and I’ve got my war paint on.” Booted feet carried herself forwards then with a chuckle, ”Also, by the way guys, I shotgun the first Fleft-wauf! I want to ride it and tame it and then set it up in its own stable. That beastie is mine.” The woman said with a confident smirk caressing her lips.

Would she really jump onto a beast’s back that could just as well send her flying from thirty-eight thousand feet in the sky? Uh you bet! She was just someone that was a come as you are kind of person and if she died in the attempt to tame such a wild beast, then she died. No one couldn’t say that she didn’t at least give it a fair go. What was life if all they ever did was pretend to be bored and frown all the time? The lupine wanted crazy danger and that was why she was here. Was she suicidal? Debatable. It all depended on a person’s point of view. Aadya just considered herself to be a free spirit.​

 

[Haastal Haran]

HUNT​

Tags: Gerwald Lechner Redd ​

He worked well behind the enemy lines. It wasn't his favorite way to wage war, however it certainly was effective. His armored gauntlet came around a man's neck while a hand slipped over his mouth. He kept the man silent as the life slowly flooded from the man's body. When the man's eyes fled to the back of his head and he finally fell limp in Haastal's arms the man released him, letting the body fall to the ground.

When the man fell to the ground without pause, Haastal raised his buy'ce, glancing around to check the surrounding area. The man at his feet was nothing more than a scout, a soldier sent out to patrol the tribe's borders. His hand came up to his helmet, tapping the comm device so his voice could call over to Gerwald Lechner and Redd . "I think I got the last of the scouts, you two can move on the rest of the tribe, I'll create a little distraction." He told them, before turning back to the speeder that he'd used to traverse this hellish planet.

Haastal made his way to the back of the speeder, glancing over the engine before muttering. "Should be big enough..." He said. The Mandalorian had been wearing an assault pack over his jet pack. He quickly slid it down, setting it on the back of the speeder before looking through the contents of the bag. "Four...Five...Six. Looks like we're in action." Haastal began to pull a number of thermal detonators out from the bag, placing them within the engine compartment carefully. Once the charges were set he closed the hold to the engine and made his way to the cockpit. "This should be fun." He chuckled, starting the speeder and linking his HUD with the flight controls.
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[Dain Vikaar]

Tag(s): Vemric Keldra | Jie Tarell | Mila Uhlesifa | Open​

This wasn’t Dain’s first rodeo when it came to life and death scenarios. When it came to extremist groups pushing an initiative predicated on instilling fear into the hearts of those around they targeted. These extremists, though? They must have had a death wish for themselves. To wire a field of combustible elements, such as this highly volatile tibana gas field would likely set forth a chain reaction leading to the great detriment of this planet as a whole. It pained Dain to the core to think about the sheer loss of life if such a thing were to occur. And even if he had taken a step back from the limelight and revelry of being part of the elite Dauntless of the Confederate Defense Force, his heart had never faltered in the desire to help others when he could. Only now, there was a different way of going about it. And he wasn’t exactly bound by the same set of rules he had previously as a member of the Dauntless.

He was already waiting in the hangar, alongside Jie Tarell as his host, Vemric Keldra, arrived. A few moments later, a small Twi’lek would approach the group. Though, she seemed content to wait patiently to be acknowledged. In a way Mila Uhlesifa reminded him of his own daughter, young and full of ambition and excitement. However, Dain had not seen Skylar Vikaar since he had allowed the Silver Jedi Concord to take her into their care and training after the passing of his own wife just a few years after Skylar’s birth. In truth, Dain still questioned his decision to give his daughter away as he had, but he only wanted what was best for her and in his heart he knew they could give her more than he could ever hope too.

Dain to a quick glance over the hangar bay of the Requiem, simply taking in his surroundings. A habit that did him well throughout the course of his life to this point.

‘Master.’ That was a title that had never been bestowed upon him and that he’d never been referred to as so when Vemric addressed him as such, it caught him off guard. Caused him to raise an eyebrow to the strange establishment of rapport that had just occurred. But instead of sitting on it and letting it consume him, he simply chalked it up to a possible cultural norm of wherever it was this Vemric guy hailed from.

As the following question came in from the lips of their host, Dain wouldn’t speak. Instead, he would simply offer a nod of his head. All while keeping his arms crossed over his chest. He stood in a lean-to way, propping himself leisurely against one of the crates in the large bay.

 

[Raven Thystle]

Location: Taloraan City
Outfit: Dress | Umbrella
Tags: Faye Malvern | Luca Donskoi | Open​

Raven hated Taloraan. In fact, it was one of the places that she couldn’t help but hate greatly. For the heat seemed to bear down on her with a vengeance and Sanguinius Vampirika did not do sunlight very well for long periods of time. In fact, she preferred the snowy terrain over this god’s forsaken planet and although she was here for purely diplomatic reasons, the woman already wanted to be gone. However, no matter, the vampiress would conduct herself as she always did. With a look that said that she of course was grand in everything that she did, but did so with an air of somewhat boredom. As if this was just some tantrum that would play out on its own accord with little to no push from her.

As they rode on in silence within the sleft-chuff carriage, her chocolate brown eyes watched her Felacatian bodyguards with quiet interest. They were rather fascinated by the Fleft-wauf beast as they spied one swoop over head where their destination was located. Raven on the other hand had done her research as per usual and still she despised the planet. Perhaps maybe she could see about trying to gain a couple of the younger Fleft-waufs and breed them upon Felacat herself. They were rather impressive in size and would make a nice addition to her current idea. Although, she herself was more interested in a different beast. One that breathed fire. Albeit, tempting fate, but the appeal was there.

Finally, the carriage finally came to their destination and the bored look returned to her face as she moved to exit the mode of transportation. As she did so, she made sure to unfurl an umbrella and held it over her head to beat off the direct rays of sunlight. Raven already felt the heat and the last thing that she wanted was to feel the burn for standing in the sun for too long. Black locks, treated with red ends framed her face as they fell freely, unburdened by any kind of restraining ties. A dress of black and white adorned her lithe frame and although some might criticize the woman, she did not care. Her appearance was always on point, with not a single hair out of place. The indication that signaled her allegiance, was a simple confederacy insignia stitched into the corners of the collar with silver thread and following closely behind her, were Nadia and Nala.

Yet although she was usually one for being prompt and on time, it seemed as if she wasn’t the only one there. However, she hadn’t seen these two since the unfortunate events upon Siskeen and everything had gone pear shaped. She even remembered the fact that Minister Faye Malvern had even disappeared from view for a brief moment in time; when the smoke had clouded their vision and the burn was inevitable upon their throats. However, on a more inward note, she was glad that Seraphina and Viceroy Dib had managed to make it out of that unfortunate event alive.

With slow, deliberate steps, she began to make her way towards the three that seemed to be standing before the building that would soon convene many alike, to bring peace talks to the table. Her Vampirika hearing caught the tail end of their discussion as Minister Alden Akaran tried to fish for a name that wasn’t yet given and she bowed her head slightly to the two upon her approach. To her this was just simply another agenda upon a different day. This one however, was slightly different to the other meetings that she usually attended, but it was also similar to that of Siskeen. It was just… Not between two factions, but rather tribes on a single planet. When looked at from a grand scale of the universe, their problems seemed smaller and far more insignificant than what had already transpired. Yet, it was always important to garner favor amongst the people, even if it was to prevent two tribes from starting a small scale war upon their own planet.​

 

[Jie Tarell]

Jie was sure of it. Somebody was out to get him killed. Why else had he been chosen for this particular brand of crazy? He’d probably upset somebody higher up with his cavalier wise-cracks or a shoddy dress uniform-too-many.

He wasn’t entirely sure of the mission brief. His deployment had been so rapid that he had just learned to say yes and to give up.

There he was, the very picture of a dauntless commando. He could usually be found with a sniper rifle variant or some other long-range armament. He wasn’t a fan of being in the heat of the action. Not to suggest he was afraid to fight; If you’d said that to him at the ‘The Happy Mando’ on Scarif he’d have knocked your adult teeth clean out. He just wasn’t a fan of the odds; in a firefight, the person with the biggest gun usually won.

So here he was, not picked because of his wisecracking, But because he was an especially skilled splicer. He could read a data sheet near as good as any droid.

That was a lie. There wasn’t a hope in Hoth that he could even come close to the skills of a droid. But he had something that no droid had; luck.

Jie was considered lucky. He had a small wound on the top of his left ear where a stray blaster had clipped and cauterised the wound. He had escaped many a blast, dodge many a grenade or evaded many a blade. His friends called him ‘Ears’ and he pretended not to like it. But he did. He had a nickname and it had been one of the first times that he had ever felt like he belonged somewhere. When he had been selected for the Commando programmes, he had been beside himself. he wouldn’t let them down today.

he listened and watched this ragtag bunch of individuals posture and chatter, the girl spouting on about riding one the local creatures. He smirked to himself.

‘I think our chief objective it to not get blown up, kids’

He called everyone kid. He didn’t know why. Just something he did.

He tugged and began to check his gear-today was not a day for dying. He swore it.

tags: Vemric Keldra Mila Uhlesifa Dain Vikaar

 

[Vemric Keldra]

TAGS: Dain Vikaar Jie Tarell Mila Uhlesifa Aadya Volke | open​

A very energetic woman had somehow ended up on the very same mission that he was tasked to bring to fulfillment with the two gentlemen he had already addressed. He raised an eyebrow at her comments.
"Please don't drink any more caffeine. Our ears won't survive it." he told her in the same bored tone. She did look like she could handle herself, but he had a feeling he would crave silence before they even reached the tibana fields. He suppressed the need to rub his forehead in exasperation.

Before Vemric could say anything else, he noticed Mila Uhlesifa trying to get his attention in her usual respectful manner. He admired how quickly she had caught on to how he runs his world. Until she opened her mouth when he turned towards her. He raised an eyebrow at her vehement request to come along on the expedition. He had to admit that she had a point, but he also knew how dangerous it could be. He let out a small huff. She had to learn one way ore another. If they all had to blow up in the process, then so be it.
"You do as I say, when I say. Understood?" he said sternly before turning back to the kaleidoscope that was to be his comrades-in-arms. The only person that had not pressed his buttons in one way ore another was Dain Vikaar. Hopefully this man would be able to bring some kind of sanity among the bunch of lunatics that surrounded them.
"If there aren't any more nonsensical gibberish dropping from your mouths, shall we be off? I don't think out terrorist friends will wait for our arrival to blow up the planet." he said with a slight sneer as he made his way to the shuttle. "Mr. Jie Tarell, your reputation precedes you as an exceptionally good splicer. You and Bee here will be working close together in disarming any mines we come across. Yours would be the most dangerous job of all, so I trust you won't disappoint." he said while he made his way to the ramp. Bee warbled a "hello" while waving an appendage at them. Before Vemric entered the ship, he turned slightly to face Aadya Volke .
"You might just get your chance to ride a bird before the day is out. I am certain we won't be left to our own devices down there." he said, back to his normal bored tone.

Before long, they were all bundled into the shuttle and on their way down to the sickly ball of gas below - Vemric suppressing every urge not to bang his head against the control panel in frustration. His very imperfect comrades were fraying his nerves into tatters.

 

[Mila Uhlesifa]

TAG: Vemric Keldra, Dain Vikaar, Jie Tarell, Aadya Volke​

He agreed. This was both a relief and a pleasant surprise that he relented so quickly. Of course, obedience was not something he needed to worry about with her, she had spent nearly five years underneath a Hutt, so her willingness to follow orders was quite high. She was just delighted to go along with them, and she smiled at Bee when he warbled and waved. She pulled out a small device to be ready to take notes, mostly so that she could apply these notes to her studies and continue to perfect her grades.

She was slightly nervous about meeting new people, but she was definitely willing to go and attempt to establish some form of communication with her fellow life forms. Probably asking these bomb defused so about the sciences behind what they’d do, again so that she could apply those sciences herself.

She took a sea tube in the small ship where she’d be a shot out of the way as possible while keeping a good view of what was out the front windshield.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: xxx
WEAPON: xxx
TAG: Redd | Haastal Haran | Open

A voice pulled Gerwald out of his own thoughts, it was familiar, and in some way comforting. Redd had become one of the few Gerwald had gotten close to that remained. There was a time when Gerwald was certain she had desired to be his mate, but even now Gerwald was still no longer in a place where he was looking for that. His last attempts at love had not turned out well, and the one woman he did love was no longer living. Perhaps the force was trying to tell him this was not something his life would ever know. Still, Gerwald would fight for the chance. At least Gerwald could be happy for others. Redd had found love, and the lupine was happy for her.

“I still cannot believe he convinced you to wear armor when I had to fight just to keep you in clothes…” Gerwald chuckled ignoring her comment about killing for now.

It certainly was a good day for it, but just as she spoke, another voice called out to them over the comm systems. This one belonged to Redd’s mate, Hastaal. The eccentric Mandalorian was likely about to do something foolish.

He answered.

<< “We just need to draw out their leader… get him separated from his protection. And in case it wasn’t clear… the leader is mine to deal with.” >>

Turning to Redd, the wolf grinned as only the lupine could.

“It is a good day for it, yes, but… focus.”

Gerwald motioned to the loading ramp and stopped just at the edge.

“Close your eyes. Reach out with the force, and tell me what you can sense. By the time we are done here, your attacks will be more precise, and you will kill faster.”

This was his life now, that of a teacher, and Lord Marshall. When he was not enforcing the law in his sector, Gerwald was teaching. He could count on four students regularly, all needed individual instruction at times. It was hard to see to all of them, usually teaching group lessons, but Gerwald often found ways to teach while on mission.

“Once you can focus on the enemy, leap… move into action and kill!”

 

[Aadya Volke]

Outfit: Steelskin | Generic Breathing Mask | Gun Holsters
Weapons: Obsidian Lightsaber | KO Sidearm | Verpine Shatter Pistol | M-8 Shotgun
Tags: Vemric Keldra | Dain Vikaar | Jie Tarell | Mila Uhlesifa​

”Caffeine? Oh no darling, this is all, natural! Don’t need caffeine to find yourself full of energy. All you need to do is take a good long sniff of the present and get high!” With that, the woman made an emphasis of taking in a deep breath through her nose and exhaled as she smiled widely. ”Smell that? Smells like gunpowder and the promise of danger. Yeah!” Aadya said as she pumped her fist up into the air. All the while, the lyrics to the next song began to play and she nodded her head to them as the man who seemed to be in charge began to bark his orders in such a bored tone, that she thought he was about to fall asleep.

Quietly, she slowly leaned towards the only other female in the group and gently nudged her with an elbow as she whispered to Mila, ”Someone should give him a shot of caffeine, he could do with a pick me up.” She said with a wink that soon followed and she lifted her hands to hook into the straps on the holster that carried her pistols. A Knight’s Obsidian registered Sidearm and another purchase that she was all too happy about, the Verpine Shatter Pistol with armour piercing rounds. Both weapons, she could disassemble and reassemble in record time, for she had made a point to learn every weapon like a man tried to mesmerize the feel and touch of a woman’s body under their fingertips and tongue. Weapons were her favourite thing, although candy came in a close second.

When the man was done addressing the team, she moved to enter the shuttle but noticed that Vemric had turned slightly towards her. A brow was perked then at his words and she smirked, ”Oh I hope so, because otherwise I left my assault rifle at home for no reason.” Aadya said with a chuckle as she moved to sling an arm across the shoulders of the other woman. Was she serious? Absolutely. She didn't joke about weapon selection. Did she have a sense of personal boundaries? Absolutely not. As a lupine and from her days before she had undergone the shifting process; it was normal for her old pack to invade each other’s private spaces. To give hugs and the occasional, gentle touch of a calming hand. Touch had been needed in order to ground them in the present and to this day, Aadya continued on as if everyone she met was a part of her pack; regardless of their standing.

”Don’t worry, I brought along my pistols for a reason. Their rate of fire is average to below, so I’ll have better accuracy than the typical spray and pray weapons.” Pale blue eyes looked down at the other woman who was almost a foot shorter than her and she offered a reassuring smile to the girl. Oh Aadya was reckless, but she wasn’t reckless with other people’s lives. Only her own. With that, she rose back to her height and her free hand disappeared into a pouch only to produce a couple of pieces of candy. The lupine handed one to the girl, only to place the other into her mouth. It was like sugar heaven on her tongue and her head began to nod to the lyrics of the song. Softly she started to hum to the lyrics as they waited with patience for the shuttle to arrive at their destination and although she seemed like a hyperactive woman, she was most assuredly calm on the inside.

Calm. Not all wound up and jittery with the excitement that she exuded on the outside. Just calm. Calm as her mind sharply focused upon the task at hand that they were about to undergo. There wasn’t even a trace of worry about the potential risks that they could come up against, just laser focus. So why did she act the way that she did? That was a mystery that she would keep to herself, because even the brown wolf needed to keep her own secrets close to her chest so then people saw only the crazy on the outside.​