Syd Celsius
The Reflection
Wearing: 451 Suit
Hooded Cloak (Green)
Armed With: Wind and Fire Wheels
Kashyyyk...
The Wookiees had been brutally hit by members of The Mandalorian Enclave. The carnage there shocked her and every other Witch within her.
She had been conducting a survey of the damage. Despite the extreme hatred
Nathan Bloodscrawl
held towards her, he could never afford to not check up on her. Give her little assignments to make sure she didn't go insane in isolation.
She wasn't really fully Syd Celsius anymore. Most of her had been drained into the hive mind inhabiting the body of
The Battalion
, recreating Darth Phyre in the process. What was left had been merged with the castoff part of another Sith Cultist as an emergency survival measure. Now she was only twenty percent Syd, eighty percent whatever the hell it was she had merged with.
Syd concealed her face under a hooded green cloak, body covered in a red and gold, chromium like catsuit so skintight it looked painted on. She floated above ground. She was still a master of The Force, but she was greatly reduced from her former strength.
She noticed a grove of flowers that had survived the burning of the villages around it. Even the shadowlands had felt the claws of Basilisk War Droids.
Many Wookiees had fled into its deeper parts to escape the slaughter. The Mandalorians had pursued them even then, hungering for a fight. Bacta-Works of Epica had sent in relief aid in the form of synthetic Bacta and doctors.
Syd for her part had been working in the NJO under the alias of Surt'r. The Bacta-Works employees had been told to bring the severely injured Wookiees to her to treat.
Syd looked at the rows of Wookiees on cots covered in blankets, and began arranging the sticks she had carved runes into busily for hours around each row, taking jars of her own glowing green blood and dripping it in odd patterns around the entire triage sight before getting in the center and beginning to chant.
Her flesh bubbled and shuddered disgustingly underneath her suit everywhere as it channeled her force magics. Teal covered flames of healing soon appeared in little spheres over each Wookiee but they needed time to reach full strength. She rose up, and went right back to work stabilizing each Wookiee with whatever meds she had available.
Bacta-Works employees in blue jumpsuits could be found all over the forest assessing the damage, determining what would be needed to heal certain ancient trees sacred to the Wookiees, to restore whole sections of the Shadowlands scorched by Mandalorian plasma. But they all instinctively stayed away from the hooded force user. Even when other NJO Jedi started showing up, they all stayed away from her. Her Force Aura was erratic but still very powerful.
However, it wouldn't stop the truly curious...
Anthony Gray Sun
Hooded Cloak (Green)
Armed With: Wind and Fire Wheels
Kashyyyk...
The Wookiees had been brutally hit by members of The Mandalorian Enclave. The carnage there shocked her and every other Witch within her.
She had been conducting a survey of the damage. Despite the extreme hatred
Nathan Bloodscrawl
held towards her, he could never afford to not check up on her. Give her little assignments to make sure she didn't go insane in isolation.She wasn't really fully Syd Celsius anymore. Most of her had been drained into the hive mind inhabiting the body of
The Battalion
, recreating Darth Phyre in the process. What was left had been merged with the castoff part of another Sith Cultist as an emergency survival measure. Now she was only twenty percent Syd, eighty percent whatever the hell it was she had merged with.Syd concealed her face under a hooded green cloak, body covered in a red and gold, chromium like catsuit so skintight it looked painted on. She floated above ground. She was still a master of The Force, but she was greatly reduced from her former strength.
She noticed a grove of flowers that had survived the burning of the villages around it. Even the shadowlands had felt the claws of Basilisk War Droids.
Many Wookiees had fled into its deeper parts to escape the slaughter. The Mandalorians had pursued them even then, hungering for a fight. Bacta-Works of Epica had sent in relief aid in the form of synthetic Bacta and doctors.
Syd for her part had been working in the NJO under the alias of Surt'r. The Bacta-Works employees had been told to bring the severely injured Wookiees to her to treat.
Syd looked at the rows of Wookiees on cots covered in blankets, and began arranging the sticks she had carved runes into busily for hours around each row, taking jars of her own glowing green blood and dripping it in odd patterns around the entire triage sight before getting in the center and beginning to chant.
Her flesh bubbled and shuddered disgustingly underneath her suit everywhere as it channeled her force magics. Teal covered flames of healing soon appeared in little spheres over each Wookiee but they needed time to reach full strength. She rose up, and went right back to work stabilizing each Wookiee with whatever meds she had available.
Bacta-Works employees in blue jumpsuits could be found all over the forest assessing the damage, determining what would be needed to heal certain ancient trees sacred to the Wookiees, to restore whole sections of the Shadowlands scorched by Mandalorian plasma. But they all instinctively stayed away from the hooded force user. Even when other NJO Jedi started showing up, they all stayed away from her. Her Force Aura was erratic but still very powerful.
However, it wouldn't stop the truly curious...
Anthony Gray Sun