First Reply When it rains, it pours.

[Nima Torr]

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KARVOSS II || CORE WORLDS​

The relentless rain pelted the surface of Karvoss II with harsh globs of viscous water, thick enough to splatter with every droplet that struck the rugged terrain. Nima Torr strode onwards through the desolate lands, her fingers clasped around the edges of her hood, where the wind attempted to find purchase, cold claws scrabbling against the weathered fabric. Sediment and pebbles skittered beneath her sturdy leather boots, falling down, further and further along a pathway carved by the patient press of nature. Undeterred, she continued, her steps calm and relaxed in a way that defied the storm rattling around her, pressing down upon the mountainside as she kept her head low and bowed against the rain.

Her hand shivered, a faint tremor held at bay by a force of will that fluttered weakly in her chest. It would be so easy to reach out, spread her fingers across the weave, and transfer the energy at her fingertips into heat and warmth—for a second, her whole body blazed with the desire; a want that sank deep into the marrow of her bones and sparked vivid dreams that left trills running down her lekku. It would be wonderful. It would also be a mistake.

Darkness coiled at the fringes of the weave, a cloying malaise that lingered just within reach, an insatiable void that threatened to engulf everything in its relentless pull—if only one dared to reveal themselves. She had no intention to do so, not today, when it would be little more than a pointless stand, howling at the rain.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, a second encore to the storm that swept across her cloak, flowing downwards in sheets of rain that discoloured the cragged mountain passage before her. Boulders, the size of starfighters, glistened with the deluge of water, their features highlighted in stark relief with droplets that slipped down like tears upon their cragged surface. Another step, with the press of her toe, pushed aside a pebble that plopped into a forming pool of water caught between an incline and a crevice. She barely noticed it, her attention focused on making sure each step carried her further up the mountain.

The uneven terrain beneath her feet began to flatten, transforming into a broad ledge that stretched on either side, with sweeping slopes closer to the mountain peak that continued onwards. Her steps, however, did not progress towards the peak; instead, they guided her towards the gaping maw of a cavern, its entrance looming larger as she approached, casting shadows that danced along the rock walls.

And so, Nima Torr stepped into the darkness and out of the rain.

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[Zronware Ydrevinyc]

Some times before The Sword Returns​

The end is truly nigh. It’s been a hot minute since any form of order has had a resemblance of control over the Galactic Core. Zronware might not be the biggest fan of the New Jedi Order, much less the bureaucrats that sat in the ivory tower of Coruscanti spires, yet they were at least trying to show their resistance towards the dark and evil.

The Galactic Empire might’ve claimed to champion order, yet the numerous roaming Sithspawn and barbarians he had to slaughter during that short period of time only proves otherwise. The new regime is even more openly Dark, like no one has seen in the past decades, perhaps even centuries.

And so it was ever so present in the ragged cavern system of the frozen world, its atmosphere choked the White-manned Knight ever so slightly.

It was not a wise decision for the Knight to travel so close to the core, all alone, with bounty on his head. Yet he made his decision, with a plan to fly back to Naboo as soon as he gets what he is coming for.

And that he already got, which means departure could’ve followed, but it proved to be a mirage as he felt a Force-imbued being approaching the cave’s mouth as he was packing his camp.

its entrance looming larger as she approached, casting shadows that danced along the rock walls.

The Witchbreaker quickly left the camp for later, instead zipping through the dark maze closer towards the entrance. He couldn’t read the intentions of the intruder from distance, and he’s not the type to talk his way through a situation.

So, he did what he knew best, drawing and igniting his Lightsaber, the Cyan Kyber hissing as the light casts a shadow of the Knight on to the cavern’s walls; a cold notice for fellow Lightside acolytes, or a last warning for anything else.​

Nima Torr​