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[Mercy]

Kloe Weo | Cordelia 'Cori' Eldoris | Vodet

Before her was the very same scene she had seen in her vision - a defenceless mother surrounded by wolves, and a woman radiating the darkside burying the creature's head in the sand. Cori gritted her sharpened teeth, igniting her whips and settling into a form three stance.

But she didn't fight.

She sang.

"Hey, lady, we are trying to fish here, you are being rude." Even a nightmare like Mercy recognized when someone wasn't a real threat or even if they were, it would be like kicking a baby deer. So instead of trying to rip Cordelia's head off, she kicked into the sand. A normal person might have kicked up a little sand.

Mercy's propelled power kick magnified by the Darkside of the Force? It kicked up a small dust storm that went straight at the girl. If her face was covered with sand, she wouldn't be able to sing.

She turned around and realized they weren't alone from the other side either. It was a... talking... turtle? Mercy blinked and stepped forward until she was next to Kloe. She looked down at the shorter woman with a questioning glance. "Were we fishing up its family? Did they evolve in the time we got here or what?"

Then to the turtle Jedi.

Mercy crouched down, watching the turtle while picking up a small rock (small for her anyway) and bounced it on her hand.

"You know, I am constantly surprised what Jedi are willing to spend their time on. You do know the Empire is currently invading the Core Worlds, right? Turtles trump that?"

Then suddenly she snapped out and threw the rock towards the Jedi's core. Speed propelled forward with the Darkside and force magnification.

 

[Kloe Weo]

"You are disrupting the balance on this world." Distant lightning and thunder. Compliments of the witches. "And it's under our protection. You can leave now and scurry to the Blackwall." This offer was an honest one.

Kloe's expression remained fixed, neutral, but the growling from her Loth-wolves might as well have come from her throat. "I am the balance on this world." She replied with mild disdain. In opposition to the big Yinchorri, the Umbaran woman was small and sleek, low to the ground - crouched low enough that her hair almost dragged in the sand. Her toes dug in, her fingers supporting her lean forward while her other hand hovered over her lightsaber in threat. "Balance does not mean preservation. And nature is not balanced - it is a contest. Always."

The roll of thunderheads above may have been intended to lend gravity to Vodet's words, but the rumbling of a coming stormhead was a blessing as far as Kloe was concerned. She was a seasoned outdoorsman, well situated to operating in the darkness of an intense coastal thunderstorm. She had no idea Vodet's support was invoking the weather, and she might've thanked them if she did.

"Were we fishing up its family? Did they evolve in the time we got here or what?"

"They are a different species entirely." Kloe replied quickly and off-handedly. She might've been here to poach sea turtles moments after they'd laid their eggs, but she wasn't about to let somebody make a taxonomic mistake when she could correct them. While she'd made a similar jab at Vodet earlier, it never crossed Kloe's mind that Mercy was doing the exact same thing. "They are unrelated to each other." She added. "His physiology suggests a more direct relationship to tortises. They could not be more different."

Mercy crouched down, watching the turtle while picking up a small rock (small for her anyway) and bounced it on her hand.

"You know, I am constantly surprised what Jedi are willing to spend their time on. You do know the Empire is currently invading the Core Worlds, right? Turtles trump that?"

Then suddenly she snapped out and threw the rock towards the Jedi's core. Speed propelled forward with the Darkside and force magnification.

While she DIDN'T appreciate Mercy striking the first blow - or attempting to, anyhow - Kloe wasn't about to let the advantage pass. Lighting her red saber, the Umbaran woman launched herself forward towards the old Master with a snarl. Her low stance was agile and agressive, and more importantly, she was able to feint to the side and rather than attacking head on, fell upon Vodet's polearm bearing support scouts. Her Loth-wolves seemed to have intuited her plan (or were signaled in some way) and followed up on her attack.

Let Mercy handle the direct attacks - Kloe had no intention of dueling an old turtle directly amidst his backup. At least not until her getaway depended on it.

 

[Sahi]

Sea Turtles

"A blue eye is a true eye; Mysterious is a dark one, which flashes like a spark sun! A black eye is the best one"
- William Rounseville Alger -

Gear: In Sig

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Sahi watched as the last standing poacher struggled, harshly from his knees, to find his voice. Not trying to offend the girl whose close proximity was not only haunting, but deadly, tried to advert his gaze; whilst stealing glimpses of his headless comrades. "Why," his broken voice could only muster, that one single word of defeat. Sahi patted the poacher's had, stood up, and walked over to a baby turtle. Gripping the tiny thing in her hand, she walked back to the poacher.

"See, I kill for profit. That's what I do, and I do it well. Most people don't deserve to die, but their choices led to their inevitable demise. But I have no moral system about that. Turn right, you're golden. Turn left, and now you see me. Get it? But you kill those that are innocent, incapable of defending themselves," Sahi said listening the cooing sounds of the turtle, who began to snuggle in the crook of her arm. "You're friends deaths, not by my choice. You made me jump, and I jump deadly," she said putting the turtle back to the sand, watching it scurry toward the ocean water.

"As for you, oh, what to do about you? Clearly your definition of the quality of life and what I deem the quality of life varies on morals. And I know where I stand, but do you?"

Sahi stood up, twirling her blade around as a fire dancer with their tools enjoys the traces of flames around them, smiled down at the poacher. "Put your arms out in front of you." The fear in the eyes of the man grew wider than a sunrise after a cold, dead midnight night. "Please, no," his scarred toned voice said. Sahi nodded her head at his headless henchman, and he understood, painfully. With closed eyes, he placed his arms and hands out in front, and with one swift stroke, Sahi removed them from the elbow down. His screams echoed, prompting some of the babies to pause briefly before moving.

"And now you now how feels to lose." Sahi turned to walk away, then stopped. "You're welcome I spared your life."

 

[Vodet]

Vodet was a Jedi at an Enclave of explorers, and with the Starchasers away he was the Jedi. And if anyone from the Sith Empire heard the name Coren Starchaser, they knew just how well he played with the rules of a local government. When Vodet arrived here, it was as a sanctuary. The world itself, the enclave. Not the government.

Here was a place that things were different. The way the Jedi approached the Force, for one. And for two? A way they protected what they had and dolled out their justice. It was odd, the group that had arrived. But the world was not without its own defenses.

Turning to the one that spoke first, about the Empire. “I am not here to discuss the quarrels of Empires and planets. This one is mine. I know where I am.” Definitely a Watchman, probably should have been part of the Levantine Sanctum, but times changed. He spoke matter-of-factly, and only slightly like he was speaking to someone lesser.

A wave of his hand, and the Yinchorri, definitely more tortoise than turtle, but still amphibious enough to enjoy both the land and the sea, slowed the world, or sped himself up, it all depended how close one was to him, and how they used the Force around themselves.

But it seemed the wolf-woman wasn’t going to want to deal with him. He’d leave her to the Witches and Jedi knights, Who were moving, but holding a pattern, to not hurt the wolves, and keep the red-blade at bay. As for Vodet? He still had his light club at his hip. “Who sent you here… why?”

Mercy Kloe Weo