Dominion Welcome to the Republic, Beaches! [THR Dom of Truuine, Gydine and Nahkisa]

[Pillar of Freedom]

This is the High Republic Dominion of the Truuine, Gydine and Nahkisa superhex.

On each of these three worlds we will run individual PvE scenarios. Each location will have a villain, and each location will have a die-roll fuelled lottery to decide the disaster you will face.

Once the thread goes live, you will be given 96 hours (approximately) to post, and make your die rolls in your chosen objective. You may send different characters to different objectives. At the end of that 96 hours, the cumulative total of all die rolls of all involved will determine which event is triggered.


Only in post die rolls will be accepted. Forgetting or choosing not to roll will alter the result, which is great!

All die rolls will be 1d20.

Make sure you indicate in your post which objective you are posting too.

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Nestled in the southern peaks of Triuune is the boutique ski resort of Wintdas. Its gentle and extreme slopes make it a perfect location for novice and daredevil alike. Small A-frame cabins dot the landscape, which is mostly dominated by the large industrial looking central compound, temporary home to holidaymakers — permanent home to someone far more sinister.

Neither crime lord, nor mad genius, Garlok Tal is more insidious than they all. Or so he likes to think. He has only one task in mind, the infiltration and takeover of the High Republic aristocracy. Even if it means eliminating a few along the way.

The oblivious will enjoy a lovely time on the slopes, exploring ice caves and skating on frozen lakes. The aware will investigate while passing themselves off as holidaymakers, neither will be able to prevent Garlok Tal’s murderous attempts.



Possible events based on cumulative die results in this objective:

0 - 1	Cryoquake rips the planet open, killing all.
2 - 40	The gondalas immediately stop in place. Ski lifts cease to move. And Tal’s henchmen begin to cut the cables, threatening to plunge all to their doom.
41 - 80	Tal’s technicians reprogram the snow machines to turn them into snow canons! Giant ice spikes are being shot at you from all angles.
81-140	The avalanche warning sounds. But there is no avalanche. A stampede of sentients threatens all present, as resort goers panic and seek safe rooms…which promptly lock, and air begins to deplete.
141-199	A freak storm hits (totally not a weather machine) and the blizzard brings visibility to almost zero.
200+	Avalanche!

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Gydine is home to The Trixkellion, a resort known to only a few privileged clientele, which has been recently opened up to the general public — so long as they are wealthy.

Behind the scenes Emlo the Hutt is desperate for cash as the Black Sun fails to fill her coffers. She will stop at nothing to keep her business afloat. For her it is a matter of personal honour, especially after her father said she would never amount to anything (in Huttese, of course).

The oblivious will enjoy a lovely time at the spa, mud pools and saunas. The aware will investigate while passing themselves off as holidaymakers, neither will be able to preventEmlo’s dastardly schemes! Muahahahahaha!



Possible events based on cumulative die results in this objective:

0 -1	Super volcano eruption wipes out all life on the planet.
2 - 40	The droid butlers malfunction? NO, they were programmed for this! The oblivious are taken as hostages! The aware must navigate the maintenance section to find a way to eliminate the droids.
41 - 80	The doors to the saunas lock. The access ladders to mudpools retract. The spa’s become ray shielded. No one will escape unless they pay double! Some may have been stuck on the outside, but most will be trapped.
81-140	In his greed, Emlo dug too deep. From the depths of the Trixkellion underground mud oceans rises the great terror from the deep! A massive serpentine beast attacks the facility.
141-199	Bounty Hunters descend on the location, informed by Emlo that wealthy targets are available for the taking — so long as he gets a cut. NPC or PC bounty hunter characters welcome.
200+	Boiling mud flood! And eventual eruption!

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On the pristine world of Nahkisa, the Oona Van Beach Resort has played cover to a scientist — now rogue — formerly sponsored by the Black Sun Syndicate. His research into aquatic life, tide based power generation and sun block has the potential to change the galaxy.

Hoping to attract new funders for his research, the scientist — Dr Archibald Cortex — is about to test his experiment out on the unsuspecting holiday makers at the Resort. You can play a holiday maker, or an investigator posing as a holiday maker. Either way, you will be too late to stop his scheme!

How will you fair?



Possible events based on cumulative die results in this objective:

0 - 1	Solar flare wipes out all life on the planet.
2 - 40	Mutant sharks with engrafted laser weapons attack beach goers. The oblivious will be stuck out on boats, boards or sundry flotation items.
41 - 80	The water suddenly retreats from the shore. The horizon rises to meet the setting sun. Tidal wave!
81-140	Jellyfish that are far more acrobatic than they should be begin attaching themselves to swimmer’s backs, taking control of the victim and setting them loose on a parasite controlled attack on the unaffected populace.
141-199	The gentle breeze becomes a gale. The gale becomes a cyclone. The storm hits.
200+	Kaiju crab attack!

Go forth and relax.

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[Dominic Praxon]

Snow drifted across the southern peaks of Triuune in near silence, settling over the boutique slopes of Wintdas like a final polish applied before inspection. The planet’s jewel glittered precisely as advertised. Pristinely maintened runs. Discreet cabins, something to be careful of for sure. And a central compound of glass and steel rising from the alpine hush like a monument to curated leisure.

Dominic stood at the terrace rail, gloved hands resting lightly upon it, posture composed and expression measured. Only days earlier he had stood on Moorja amid smoke and ruin, rescued from calamity by Bastila before the chaos could claim him.

Today, he needed a holiday. But as always, he found it in duty. The Republic required a display.

In the wake of Black Sun’s decline across this region, the High Republic had moved swiftly to court the elite businesses that once prospered under syndicate protection. Stability was the message. Opportunity the promise. Wintdas was one of the stages.

Thus Dominic had arrived with ski equipment he had no intention of using and a security detail attempting to look normal. They lingered nearby in tasteful civilian attire, their presence a quiet concession to recent history. Rest and recreation had been printed on the itinerary. Reassurance was the true objective.

Around him, magnates laughed too brightly. Investors toasted the mountain air. Conversations drifted between lift lines and lounge fires, thick with the scent of capital seeking alignment. Every polished boot and fur-lined cloak represented a future alliance waiting to be coaxed into loyalty.

Dominic allowed himself the faintest smile as he surveyed the slopes below.

If the Republic could make these peaks feel safe, prosperous, untouched by the chaos that had gripped the Colonies, then the mountains would need to become more than a resort. They would need to become proof.

Yet habit, kept his gaze moving. Staff here. Guests there. Lift cables swaying gently overhead.

Paradise, he had learned, was often most fragile when it appeared invulnerable.

For now, he would play his role. The Republic had come to relax, and give the aura of calm. Dominic had come to be seen.

Bastila Sal-Soren​

 

[Lily Decoria]

Location: Nahkisa Beach
Outfit: Beachwear
Equipment: None
Tag: OPEN

Lily was excited at the opportunity to relax and was keen on seeing what this beach was going to be like. It had been a long time since she had taken a break from the constant training, fighting and joining as many missions as she could. The beach seemed like the ideal location to take a short breather and focus on spending time on herself. Feel the sun on her pale skin, as well as possibly going for a swim or lay on the beach and reading. While it was likely to be a Lady Velvet novel or articles on combat training. They were what Lily considered to be relaxing reads. Something that meant she wasn't focusing too hard so the mind could still enjoy a break.

The beach seemed a perfectly quiet location for the time being and there was plenty of fantastic views as Lily approached. She approached the sand and felt the heat of the sun in the sand as she walked. It was definitely a warm day and she was curious to see how her skin handled the heat. Lily had already placed a decent sun lotion on her skin to protect it, given how pale she was, Lily knew that she would likely burn instantly if she did not do that.

Finding the perfect spot that was a good distance from the water but close enough that if she decided to take a dip, then Lily wouldn't have to wander far. Lily threw down her towel and sat down, pulling out her holo-reader, Lily flicked through the options on what to read. What would catch her interest today and what world could she find herself getting lost in. The Echani was very thankful that she was able to get the chance to rest, the new role and responsibilities had been a big adjustment for Lily. She was not expecting to be on the council so soon after her knighting and wanted to prove that she was worthy of the position.

 

[Raymjarr Kortu]

Current Outfit
Royal Standard (RS-29)


Raymjaar didn’t like sand.

It was coarse, rough, and irritating, and gets everywhere. Which was just his luck Ray dragged to Nakisha: a resort world with an ocean load of sand. Ray didn’t bother to wear sandals for his mission instead wearing white shoes that he ordered on the Holonet. The suns rays beat on Rays dark brown skin and he took a sunscreen lotion from his pocket, squeezed it, and rubbed some of the substance on his neck. Ray had layers of sunscreen around the exposed areas of his skin, but he never liked being in the Sun for too long.

“Why did you force me to go here Dad?” Ray moaned trudging along on the sand. “If you thought I wasn’t worth much, then why assign me to guard a damn Jedi?”

Sure there weren’t more Jedi around now and days, but Ray had watched their feats on the Holonet. He’d witnessed one Jedi destroying an entire battalion with a wave of her hand. Why the hell would a Jedi need protection?! Especially for someone as ridiculously average as Ray?

Though he was a noble, Ray was far below the totem pole to marry. He was a junior branch for House Kortu which meant his prospects for anything was slim. He was deemed nothing special by his parents and his grades in Naboo high school were average. Ray had no prospects lined up mainly because his Dad thought he wouldn’t amount to nothing.

Fresh off graduation, Ray immediately enlisted in the Republic Defense Force hoping to make something out of himself, but his Dad ordered Ray to go to this damned planet and serve as a bodyguard. “I got basic training in a couple of months.” Ray grumbled. “I don’t have time for this!”

He entered the beach house looking around for the Jedi he was supposed to be guarding. “Hello?” Ray called out sighing. “Are you here ummm Jedi? I’m your bodyguard and I’m supposed to be guarding you.”

Boy that came out awkward.

Bettany Sal-Soren

 

[Lily Rhodes]

Tags: OPEN
Lily Decoria Raymjarr Kortu

Lily stood at the surf’s edge, toes digging into the sand as the water rolled over her feet making her sink a little deeper. Wind tugged at her hair and she closed her eyes taking a deep breath, feeling the tension bleed out of her as the water lapped at her feet.

It had been months. Months of running, of falling from one fight into the next. No matter where she set her feet there was always something. A job to be done or a stand to make. Hell even when she tried to walk away from it all, the next step just thrust her straight back into the middle of the war between light and dark.

She dug her hands into the pockets of her shorts, opening her eyes as she turned to walk along the beach front. She needed a break, even if it was just for a day, she just needed space to breathe, to think about her next move and actually make a plan instead of always reacting.

Lily had tried hiding from it, she’d attempted the simple life on Jaibrek, but the Tof’s increasing aggression following the Planeshift had lured the shadow of the Sith Order. No matter where she went, they were there.

She had to pick a side sooner or later.

 

[Sethran Solivar]

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"Hutts are gangsters."

He muttered the words as he walked down one of the many halls in the resort. Rather than being adorned in his Jedi robes, he'd elected to wear a pair of normal slacks and a short-sleeved white button up with the top two buttons undone. It allowed his skin to breathe and that was much appreciated in the oppressive heat of the resort location. Maybe it was just his lack of experience with resorts, but he didn't understand the attraction to being hot and sweaty just because you were near a large body of water. It was difficult to make himself appear as though he was having fun when he felt miserable. All he really wanted was a glass of water, and that was why he made his way into the bar, doing his best to avoid getting close to anyone so he didn't feel even hotter.

The bartender was a droid, not unexpectedly, and it rolled its way in his direction after serving a drink to a pale colored twi'lek.

"What'll ya have?" it asked in a voice that resembled a muted loudspeaker announcement.

"Water with ice," he replied, leaning against the smooth, cold stone of the bar between a pair of seats.

"You got it."

Droids don't judge unless they're programmed to. He was certain that a living bartender would have judged him for his order, but the droid just went to fill it. He had to at least give it to whoever was running the place, whichever Hutt syndicate it was, that at least they were interested in retaining customers by having more robotic staff than living. The fact that it made the place cheaper to run was, he was sure, just a side effect of the decision.

The sound of ice clinking against glass brought him back to reality and he turned to take the glass that had been placed before him. Inside was a crystal-clear liquid with a singular, spherical piece of ice that rolled as he swished the glass around. He didn't do that to seem like a connoisseur of water, but because he was interested in seeing the ball of ice roll around in the water. This was not a luxury he'd ever had before. Maybe it was more accurate to say it was a luxury he had never participated in. This was his first assignment involving a resort and he had never taken the opportunity to visit one on his own before because he was more interested in working than he was in relaxing. He could meditate while between flights in order to relax.

As he brought the glass to his lips and allowed a small amount of the cool liquid to pass to his tongue, where he rolled it around to moisten his dry palette, he couldn't help but feel that something was off in the resort. Well, he knew something was off because he'd been sent there to investigate, but now the hair on the back of his neck was bristling and the smell of ozone lingered in his nostrils. His eyes narrowed as he looked around the bar, assessing each and every person present. Something was going to happen soon, and he felt the inexplicable urge to get people to safety, but his senses were being clouded by something and keeping him from determining where the danger was and how to avoid it. For the moment he had to exercise patience.

 

[Bettany Sal-Soren]

Location: beach house
Objective: enjoy the beach
Tag: Raymjarr Kortu Lily Decoria Lily Rhodes

Bettany pottered about the beach house getting ready to hit the sand. She wore a floor length white off the shoulder sun dress. She was grabbing her purse and sunglasses when she heard footsteps and spun round to the lobby.

“Are you here ummm Jedi? I’m your bodyguard and I’m supposed to be guarding you.”

Bettany raised her eyebrows at the man who couldnt be all that much older than her, but he has the right ID banded to his arm and the agency had told her this might happen. "Hi?" she said with an inflection. "I take it Carl's kid is still sick?... Ami, take a note, send flowers to Carl's daughter." There was a few pings of droid binary from the next room, and then silence. Bettany looked the man in front of her up and down and then gave a little shrug of whatever before walking out the door and beckoning him follow her. She had soft white sandles on that flipped as she walked down the wooden veranda and onto the perfect white sand.

"So, first off. You arent guarding a jedi, you are guarding a movie star. Me and Carl have this code, ninteynine out of hundred he calls me Bettany, or Betty, thats fine too. But if he needs me to shut up and listen, its Miss Sal-Soren. You know the sort of thing, creepy fan making a move, guy with a long angle lens in the bushes..." she tailed off, waving her hand in the air with her briefing to the new bodyguard. Then she finally got into the sand and felt her shoes sink into its soft embrace, tiny little gems rolled over the edge of her shoes and she let out a sigh. This was it, this was what she came for. She placed her sunglasses onto her face and then turned to Ray. "So what am I calling you?"

 

[Cerys Dyn]

The faint hope of locating an Oathwarden had brought Cerys to Gydine, but a desperate need for credits had led her to the Trixkellion. The constant search — paired with the exhausting effort of dodging Sith Order agents — had begun to take its toll. The dark circles under the Togruta’s eyes were the most visible signs of her burden, but if Cerys was anything, she was stubborn to a fault.

As she hoisted a heavy bag of refuse, its contents shifted. A putrid stream of rancid...something...poured from a tear that had hidden its malicious intent until the final moment. With a sharp breath and a desperate pivot, she swung the bag away, redirecting the stream of filth as she heaved it into the dumpster.

Her nose wrinkled as she looked down. The acrid stench burned her nostrils, and her lekku quivered in an involuntary reflex of pure disgust. "Great," she muttered, "just...great."

She still had two hours left on her shift, and now she was about to contaminate the entire kitchen with an unbearable odour. She began to trek back toward the door with a stiff, penguin-like waddle, feeling the lukewarm garbage juice dribbling down the inside of her leg. She cringed with every single step.

The door hissed open. "Cark snarken! There you are, Cerys," barked her manager, his voice characteristically frantic. "By all that is righteous...what the falk is that smell?"

Cerys started to explain, but he cut her off with an exaggerated wave of his hands. He clearly didn't care for the details. "Ginky called in sick. You’re moving to the front," he snapped, tossing a bundle of fabric at her chest. "Get to the staff showers and put these on. You’re gross."

"Front of house? But..." She caught the clothes, but he was already gone, leaving her no room to protest beyond a frustrated stomp of her foot. A fresh trickle of juice reached her ankle. She shuddered, deciding that if front-of-house duty meant a hot shower and a change of clothes, perhaps it wasn't the worst trade-off.

Thirty minutes later, smelling significantly better, Cerys Dyn — former Jedi Oathwarden Padawan and burgeoning master of blades — stepped into the bar. She felt exposed. The skirt was far too tight for her liking, and the blouse had clearly been tailored for a species significantly thinner than a Togruta.

An awkward waddle ensued. As she navigated the floor, Cerys prayed to the Force that she wouldn't stretch too far or move too fast — lest she inadvertently split a seam in front of the entire galaxy.

Kito Sethran Solivar ​

 

[Raymjarr Kortu]

Current Outfit
Royal Standard (RS-29)


No one was here. Ray was beginning to think that his Dad was messing with him but Dad would never one to waste time and resources to send Ray all the way to this planet. Time and family were the only thing that mattered to Ray's Dad. The family name was what mattered not your honor, not your pride. The family will always live on, and Ray was a person who didn't stick out in the greatness of House Kortu. A woman's voice broke Ray out of his stupor and his jaw practically dropped gazing on the woman. She was around Ray's age a year younger give or take but this Jedi wasn't any Jedi. She was as she said: A celebrity.

"You're Bettany Sal-Soren ! I loved Queen of Hearts! I'm a huge fan!" Ray took a step back, his pale with shock. For the first time in his life, Ray was starstruck. He was always a huge fan of Bettany. She was a rising actress who starred in many critically acclaimed Holomovies such as Queen of Hearts. Ray loved that movie to the point where he watched it a million times. He remembered obsessing over the movie watching behind the scenes and Bettany's interview. Ray was captivated by her charm and infectious personality but meeting her up close? It was the polar opposite.

Ray's shock quickly wore off as Bettany sounded bossy and dethatched. Gone was the charm and bubbly tone that she set up but she was rather..... cold. "My name?" Ray mumbled his voice laced with disappointment. "I'm Raymjaar from House Kortu. But you can call me Ray."

He was a little irritated that Bettany used "what" rather than "who" indicating that he was less than a person. Looks like that whole charming getup was for the cameras. "Carl is a friend of my family as well," Ray said. "He got me this job thanks to my father."

Lily Decoria Lily Rhodes

 

[Brooke Waters]

The galaxy was a constant changing landscape, and those with a bit of knowledge of the galaxy, and the proper spells for a bit of longevity, there were the ones who had to do what they could to protect the galaxy. Especially with the likes of Imperial scientists out there, or the wrong pirate funded person, made it a problem.

This time, though, the blonde was out to the beach, doing what she did best, explore and expand her knowledge. Her V-Wing airskimmer, a modified open cockpit airspeeder, flying low over the the sea.

This place was alive, and she had been circling the resort for a bit, just enjoying the weather.

Could this hold a Clan?

She knew it could hold Blue Corals, they were already planted. Smiling, she nodded as she pulled the skimmer back towards the resort

 

[Brooke Waters]

ignore the 100

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Spy games. That was a thing that Jared could… well, not really do, but tried to do. The Jedi-Warden had arrived at the ice world, in his haulcraft, making a show of who he was, the Heir Apparent to the Starchaser trailblazing empire. The real purpose, part of the Underground.

Not in quite the robes that he preferred, instead in the classier outfits of his Corellian lineage, including cape. He didn’t care for this look, but it allowed him to sneak his droid and lightsaber into the the resort. He was a Hunter on the fringe of the galaxy, and that meant he was perceptive.

The Warden was all for a holiday, but while he was here? He was keeping his ears open. Making his way around the warmth of the compound, he caught the eye of one of the blue skinned Twi’leks.

A warm cocktail would loosen the conversation.

Bastila Sal-Soren Dominic Praxon

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Super good at dice.

 

[Bastila Sal-Soren]

Snow fell in soft spirals over the southern peaks of Triuune, turning the world into something hushed and impossibly bright. Wintdas glittered below in curated perfection; with its glass terraces of impossibly polished stone; even laughter rising in careful crescendos like forbidden sounds of a Republic on the edge of war, but for one young Jedi all that had drifted well beyond the manicured slopes.

For Bastila Sal-Soren, the mountain felt real. She stood at the edge of a tree line where frost clung thick to pine needles and the wind carried the sharp, clean scent of untouched snow. For once, there were no senators, no Jedi judgements, no silent calculations pressing at the edge of her thoughts. Instead there was only movement.

A flicker of white darted between the trunks ahead of her causing her to still completely.

It emerged again. It was small, sleek, and impossibly bright against the darker forest floor; a Vash-fox, if her memory of local fauna served her correctly. THe small creature was a native to Triuune’s alpine zones and a popular sight seeing staple with its pale fur that shimmered faintly blue in direct light. Wide ears and a plume-like tail that trailed behind it like frost caught mid-fall.

It stopped several meters away and looked at her. Truly looked, like it saw more to her then just another lost tourist on the mountain. Bastila’s breath fogged in the cold air as something in her chest loosened. Right now she wasn’t the Jedi nor was she the political symbol of Naboo Nobility.

She was just a girl.

“Well,” she whispered, crouching slightly. “You are not frightened at all, are you?”

The Vash-fox tilted its head, then it bolted.

Bastila laughed; a sound far too bright for the austere mountains and launched after it without thinking. Snow kicked up beneath her boots as she gave chase, cloak abandoned against a low branch behind her. The fox darted left, then right, weaving through trees with nimble confidence. She followed each movement with less grace but with strong determination, causing her breath to quicken, her cheeks flushing from more than the cold.

What she was doing was ridiculous, yet It was perfect.

The fox paused atop a gentle slope, looking back again as if ensuring she still pursued. Bastila slowed, narrowing her eyes in playful accusation. “You are doing that on purpose.” The creature chirped a soft, crystalline sound before it scampered onward.

The terrain shifted gradually. Trees thinned. The slope leveled into what appeared to be an open clearing coated in pristine snow. Sunlight struck it at just the right angle to make it glitter like powdered crystal. The fox crossed it effortlessly leaving the tiniest tracks in the field of white.

Bastila did not hesitate and followed. Her first step held. Her second did not.

The sound was subtle; a muted crack beneath the surface, almost delicate, like cracking porcelain before the echo carried across the opening like a siren. She felt the snow beneath her boot caved inward, and the world vanished in white.

She dropped straight through.

Ice shattered around her shoulders as she plunged into black water, the cold so violent it felt like being struck. Her breath ripped from her lungs. All the sound disappeared beneath the suffocating rush of the lake swallowing her whole.

For a fraction of a second she did not understand what had happened.

Then instinct surged.

She kicked upward, arms sweeping hard as freezing water seized her limbs and dragged at her clothes. Light fractured above through jagged ice. The hole she had made was there; but already widening, edges splintering under her frantic movement.

She moved to get to it, to resurface. Her gloves struck slick ice.

The shock began to fade into burning. Her lungs screamed. The weight of soaked fabric pulled her down as the undercurrent shifted, tugging her sideways beneath the frozen sheet.

Above the surface, the Vash-fox reappeared at the edge of the broken ice.

It did not flee.

It watched, glowing blue eyes occasionally shifting away towards the sound of a gathering of people before returning to look at her beneath the ice.

Snow continued to fall softly around the widening fracture in the lake, as though the mountain itself had not yet decided whether this was tragedy or fate driven consequence.

OUTFIT: XoXo | TAG: Dominic Praxon EQUIPMENT:

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[Dominic Praxon]

A cloud of powder billowed into the air, a shimmering white veil that was infinitely more pleasant than the high-pitched, nasally drone of the magistrate who had threatened to dominate the rest of his afternoon. Dominic leaned into the turn, his skis carving a clean arc through the Triuune snow.

He had managed to convince his security detail that a solo run down the mountain was exactly the "diplomatic reflection" he required. In truth, he just needed to breathe air that didn't smell of recycled oxygen. With a location transponder strapped to his wrist and a promise to meet them at the gondola base, they had finally relented, leaving him to his own devices.

The descent was rhythmic and cold, a temporary escape from the weight of his office. However, as the trees thinned and the trail levelled, he caught sight of the clearing. The frozen lake was too pristine, too perfectly framed by the peaks to ignore. He slowed to a halt, the hiss of his skis the only sound...until it wasn't.

Across the expanse, he saw a flash of movement, a splash of dark against the white, and then the sickening, hollow crack of ice giving way. "Damn it," he hissed, adrenaline instantly replacing the calm of the run.

He kicked off his skis and began the harrowing approach. As he neared the fracture, the survival instincts honed by years of political shark-tanks screamed at him to stop. Every groan of the ice beneath his boots felt like a personal threat. For a fleeting, selfish second, he considered the risk to the Senator of Naboo — the vacuum his death would leave, the sheer illogicality of a high-ranking official drowning in a mountain pond.

But a stubborn sense of duty, perhaps seasoned with a touch of his own self-importance, pushed him forward. He dropped cautiously to his stomach, the cold seeping through his gear as he began a slow, careful crawl. The world narrowed to three sounds...the mourning howl of the wind, the spider-web fracturing of the ice beneath his chest, and the frantic, crystalline whimpering of a Vash-fox standing sentinel at the edge of the abyss.

He reached the hole. A hand broke the surface. It was pale, so desperate, and clawing at the slick edges.

"I've got you!" Dominic lunged, his fingers locking around a sodden sleeve.

He heaved, his muscles screaming against the weight of the water-logged fabric and the suction of the lake. In the struggle, his wrist slammed against the jagged ice. He heard the distinct crunch of his location transponder shattering, the blinking red light dying instantly, but he didn't care. With a final, agonizing surge of effort, he dragged the person out of the black water and onto the more stable shelf of ice, sliding them back toward the treeline with frantic haste.

Only when they reached the solid earth of the shore did he roll the gasping, shivering figure over to clear their airway.
Dominic froze. The air left his lungs faster than if he'd fallen into the lake himself. "Bastila?"

The name was a breath of disbelief. Of course. The Force, or some cosmic irony that seemed to take pleasure in his torment, had tethered them together again. The woman he had rejected three times, the woman whose heart he had pushed away in the name of political stability, even while his own pulse betrayed him, lay freezing in his arms.

He looked at his shattered transponder. It was offline. No one was coming to the rescue immediately, but he knew his detail...they would start a grid search the moment he missed the gondola window.

He looked back at Bastila, her skin turning a terrifying shade of blue. Sentiment had no place in politics, but out here, politics didn't exist. There was only the cold.

"Hold on," he muttered, pulling her upright. "There's a cave system further up the ridge. We have to move, or the mountain finishes us both off."

He felt a strange, grim satisfaction. For the first time in years, the Senator was off the grid, and the only thing that mattered was the girl in his arms.

Bastila Sal-Soren Jared Starchaser​

 

[Bettany Sal-Soren]

Location: beach house
Objective: enjoy the beach
Tag: Raymjarr Kortu Lily Rhodes Lily Decoria

I loved Queen of Hearts! I'm a huge fan!

She turned and pulled her glasses down. "Really? Cool, thanks." she smiled at her bodyguard. It wasnt the most professional thing for him to say, and the fact that he seemed starstruck working as a celebrity bodyguard only highlighted his lack of experience in this line of work. "It was a lot of fun filming that, we are in the early stages of making a second but there is a whole contract thing over a particular scene." she shrugged and carried on walking into the sand to get closer to the shore. He would have signed NDAs to be doing this so at least she could chat about work and get things off her chest if she needed.

"Its cool that your family knows Carl, he's been with me since I was... nine? I think. Stars, that's eight years.

His response to Hearts was. And i quote. You did well, you are gonna be a great actor when you are older... dick." she laughed and kicked some sand. She knew it was just him playing and he wasnt really the key demographic for the film anyway. A crab scuttle across in front of the girl and she stopped to watch it, she would pick up the pretty shell if it wasnt currently occupied. Instead she would follow it tracks towards the surf.

"Gosh, its so pretty here, do you like the beach, Ray?" she asked as she walked one foot in front of the other with hear arm in the air for balance in the very top of the surf. Her white dress skirted far too close to the foaming water. They werent entirely alone on the beach, but the exclusive nature of this resort meant it still felt very peaceful.

 

[Lily Decoria]

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Location: Nahkisa Beach
Outfit: Beachwear
Equipment: None
Tag: Lily Rhodes

Lily laid on the towel, feeling the sun on her pale skin as she read the holo-novel. There was some particularly fun elements of combat, the way the writer made the combat flow and dance in the words was delightful. Felt like it was truly written by an Echani who understood how fighting should communicate between two heated rival lovers. It was intense and dramatic. Lily was captivated by the novel for a few pages until the fighting ended rather abruptly. The combat writing fell to the way side to focus on the romance and intimacy elements that other romance readers were going to be craving.

There was a disappointed sigh, the fighting was far too short, Lily flicked through a few more pages and wondered when the steamy fighting would kick back up. Unsure, and seemingly a long while, Lily placed the novel to one side. Not as interested in the novel as she had been mere moments ago. It was probably for the best since Lily didn't want to spend the whole time at the beach reading. That would be the only novel to read on her holiday so she had to make it last a couple days minimum. So, it was the perfect time to take a little bit of a walk and wander around. See who else might be around at the moment.

Rising to her feet, Lily stretched her figure and let out a little grunt as she enjoyed the stretching sensation. She took a little walk along the beachfront and spotted someone else, clearly someone in thought. "Greetings there, Lily Decoria. Hope you are doing okay, you looked deep in thought and I figured that you might wish to have someone to converse with?"

 

[Raymjarr Kortu]

Current Outfit
Royal Standard (RS-29)


It looked like Bettany was starting to defrost a bit after she was initially cold to Ray. The young man had to admit though gushing over his idol was a bit weird but he could never anticipated that he would be in this position. “I just can’t believe it’s you!” Ray gulped shaking his head in the process. “Standing here next to a guy like me!”

Though Ray was a noble, Bettany was a Sal Soren: one of the most famous Houses in the Galaxy. Their influence spread across the Core Worlds and the family laid the seeds for the High Republic. Ray also heard stories of the Sal Soren’s heroics during the Hyperspace War. Was this the reason why Dad got Ray to guard Bettany? To become closer to the House. It was likely but Ray was never involved in house politics, nor did he have a desire to know about It.

“You were already an amazing actor!” Ray responded walking alongside Bettany. “You’ll just get better ya know? I’m surprised that you weren’t nominated at many major awards. Now those people were dicks!”

The sun was mercilessly shining bright on the duo. Ray absent mindedly fiddled with the sunscreen in his pocket while Bettany asked for his opinion of the beach. “You’re much prettier,” was something that Ray wanted to say but he kept that to himself. The last thing he needed was a scandal because Bettany took that compliment the wrong way.

“It’s……” Ray took a deep breath. “Sandy…… lots of sand with many of it crawling inside of your clothing…… uncomfortably.”

Another awkward situation Ray sighed. Sometimes he can be such a buzzkill. “But the beach is beautiful!” He said. “So much to do! I mean let’s do some jet skiing. That’s pretty fun!”

Okay maybe not jet skiing. Ray was something of a tachophobe to the point where he throws up at any sign of fast movement.

Bettany Sal-Soren

 

[Xandyr Carrick]

XANDYR

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The Wintdas slopes offered a particular kind of solitude that Xandyr found useful for recalibrating his senses. Here, on the Republic's frontier, the frost was a luxury, a backdrop for the wealthy to test their nerves against the gravity of the peaks.

He came to a controlled halt before the final slope of the main run. The wind whistled through the vents of his thermal jacket, a persistent, hollow sound that filled the silence of the heights.

Below, the colourful specks of tourists moved in predictable patterns, their laughter lost to the vastness of the valley. He took a moment to check the chronometer on his wrist, ensuring his pace remained within the strict window he had set for himself.

Punctuality was a hallmark of his service, even when he was off the clock.

He adjusted his goggles, the tinted lenses shifting the glare of the white expanse into a soft, manageable amber.

Xandyr pushed off again, picking up speed as he navigated a narrow chute between the pines. The vibration of the skis against the crust of the snow was a tactile language he understood well. It required constant, minute adjustments of the core and the legs, a physical discipline that kept his mind sharp.



The courtesan skidded to a halt at the lodge. He could do with a hot drink.

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[Jared Starchaser]

Should he be out in the cold, and on that mountain? Yeah, he really should. Bastila was around, he was fairly certain, but that also meant if she was there no one was watching the going-ons here at the resort. Jared Starchaser had to do that. The man could pass a coreworlder, since he was, unbeknownst to most, actually one of them.

“So what is it you know?” Jared had interjected into the conversation with the Twi’lek after two or so of those cocktails.

“Just a few things, more about how exciting the mountain is.”

“Oh?” The Mirialan queried.

“Much different than Ryloth, the snow and ice.” She looked out the window. “There is a cave system that honeycombs under these mountains. I’d very much like to see them.”

“I’m sure that can be arranged…” He signaled to one of the maitre d’ types, requesting an airspeeder.

Dominic Praxon Bastila Sal-Soren