Public Where the Force Goes to Die - Myrkr Expedition (OPEN)

[Liin Terallo]

Myrkr did not welcome arrivals.

The dropship cut through the canopy’s upper mist like a blade through flesh; it's engines whining as the jungle rose up to meet us. From the viewport, the world below was a layered tangle of black-green shadows and towering trunks; their crowns blotting out the sky. Light reached the forest floor but only in fragments, thin and sickly, as though the planet itself was rationing it.

Sensors stuttered on approach. Navigation lagged. Even the hum of the ship felt muted, as if it was swallowed by something vast and patient beneath us.

The ramp began to lower. And as it did so, heat and moisture poured in immediately. The air was so thick that it felt earned rather than breathed. The smell was wrong in a way I could not quantify: fertile, rotting, alive in excess. The jungle moved, though not in any single place I could point to. Leaves shuddered without wind. Vines sagged and tightened again, slow as muscle. It reminded me of New Cov, and so because of that it felt somewhat like home.

I stepped off the ramp and into the awaiting jungle. Whether others arrived with me or chose their own descent paths mattered little. Myrkr did not care how you came. Only that you stayed… or did not. The dropship’s engines spooled back up behind us, lifting away, and the sudden quiet it left behind was worse than the noise. I stood still for several seconds, letting the forest settle around my presence.

My equipment was paired down to necessity. A short-range scanner, deliberately limited - long sweeps were useless here, prone to both false returns and interference. A shielded datapad for notes and readings. My usual pen and paper would not do well here. Line, flares, filters, sealed rations, needles, small vials, and sedatives. Everything chosen with the understanding that technology failed easily on this world.

No firearms. The dagger at my thigh was the only weapon I carried. It was close-range, intimate and honest. I knew how to use it, and I knew what it could not do. That knowledge mattered.

I powered up the scanner. The display flickered, numbers drifting for a heartbeat before snapping into something resembling coherence. Readings spiked and fell without pattern. Energy noise saturated the air, low and constant, like a pressure behind the eyes. The jungle pressed in as I watched, not advancing, not retreating. It was more or less simply aware.

My fingers brushed the ring at my hand without conscious thought. I did not activate anything. I did not reach outward. On Myrkr, reaching too far either by mind or by machine was an invitation.

“Keep close,” I said quietly, to no one in particular and to anyone who might be listening. These days I am used to going alone; even when I did not have to. “And do not assume silence means safety.” I know that well enough on New Cov, and I can only assume that that same knowledge would apply here too.

Something shifted deeper in the trees. Not loud. Not fast. Just enough to let us know we were no longer alone.

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[Hilal Vizsla]

Mandalorian Armor
Pic of Mando armor since the pic above broke
x4 Thermal Detonators
x4 Smoke Grenades


Hilal didn't know what to make of the new client. She was pretty vague about the mission and she gave that stinking Jedi vibes especially in regards of the Force. But she paid well and Hilal wasn't the type to ask too many questions especially when payment was received. She didn't like the nature of the mission but for the sake of professionalism, she'll let it slide. "But if she tries to impose any Jedi chit on me......" Hilal muttered. "Her ass will be reduce to a pile of goo."

The Mandalorian warrior stayed close to Liin as they disembarked from the ship. Hilal kept a close eye on her HUD looking for any signs of hostiles. So far nothing, but a Mandalorian is trained to not rely solely on technology but on instinct. As much as Hilal loved technology, this mission was one of the few times that she decided to go with her gut feeling. "I don't like this," Hilal said keeping her plasma cannon close to her. "There's a lot of interference from the planet and my HUD is going a little crazy. So we're going in blind."

Hilal took a deep breath. "Let's form around the client," Hilal said to the rest of the people. "It'll be easier to guard all possible flanks before we reach the area...... whereever it is."

Liin Terallo

 

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
[REDACTED]
MYRKR

"Fan out! I want as many Ysalamari as we can get our hands on!"

This wasn't Ronhar Tane 's first trip to the planet Myrkr, and at the rate things were going, it was likely to be far from his last. With renewed conflict with the Sith Order just over the horizon, and probable hostilities with the Black Sun Syndicate more than likely, the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant had been justifiably worried that their supply of Ysalamari might be cut off by the Mandalorian Empire as they decided just which factions were their most important allies and which factions they could go without supporting. Though the Imperial Confederation had made considerable progress in establishing friendly ties with the Mandalorians, they couldn't be counted on remaining neutral should the Confederation resume its offensive against the Sith, to say nothing of a fresh assault on Black Sun territory. Even if the Mandalorians did stay out of the conflict, Ronhar was sure that their access to the Ysalamari would likely be revoked, costing them a powerful asset in the war agains the Sith Order.

That was why Ronhar and Salvage Team Six had deployed to Myrkr, so that they could secure as many of the creatures as they could get their hands on before things inevitably went south. After being dropped off by the Night Reaver, which had gone on ahead to scout out the planet, Ronhar and his men had started slowly trekking throughout the jungle, looking for the illusive Ysalamari wherever they could be found. Ronhar hoped that he might find Ysalamari in great abundance, but so far he hadn't gotten quite so lucky. No matter. It would only be a matter of time before he and his men chanced upon the creatures, and once he did, he would call upon his reinforcements to begin collecting them in full.

Still, he had to be careful. Myrkr was no place for the weak or unprepared. The moment he had landed planetside, his HUD and sensors had gone haywire, as had those of the rest of his men. The Night Reaver would have to act as the "ears and eyes" of Salvage Team Six, and if anything should happen to the ship, it would post a massive problem for Ronhar. More importantly was the abundance of hostile wildlife, which would surely be happy to tear into Ronhar and his men without a second thought. Hopefully, the two HNDA-Mk III/Ts that Ronhar had his men bring with him would be enough to keep any unexpected surprises at bay...

TAGS:
Liin Terallo
Hilal Vizsla
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[Liin Terallo]

The jungle never truly went quiet on Myrkr.
It only listened. The canopy pressed low overhead with branches woven so tightly together that the sky existed only in fractured glimpses of pale light and shifting shadow. The air was damp, heavy with rot and life in equal measure, and the ground yielded softly beneath my boots.

Then the air changed. A distant hum crept through the jungle; low and deliberate, not part of the planet’s endless chorus. I slowed without thinking, eyes lifting as the sound grew clearer: engines, restrained but unmistakable. Something passed overhead, hidden by the canopy, it's presence announced only by the way the leaves trembled and birds scattered in abrupt, panicked bursts.

A ship. Was it after me? Was someone hoping to cash in on the bounty? It would not be the first time. But at least here it would not be an easy pursuit.

Around me, the Mandalorians reacted instantly. Armor systems chirped and flared, muted curses carried through external speakers as scanners struggled and range-finders flickered. Displays recalibrated, failed, tried again. Myrkr resisted being read, it's dense life confusing machines that expected cleaner answers.

I had no such warnings. No helmet. No HUD. Just my senses and the quiet reassurance that the ring on my finger remained inert. No nearby Force presence. Nothing close enough to stir it. Whatever flew overhead was not hunting with the Force. That, at least, narrowed the possibilities.

The sound of the ship faded quickly, swallowed by the jungle as if it had never been there. The leaves settled. The insects resumed their endless drone. Myrkr closed over the disturbance with practiced ease.

I stopped and turned slightly toward the Mandalorian leading the formation, keeping my voice low. “Someone is scouting,” I said simply. “And they are not getting much for their trouble.”

The planet pressed in around us; dense and unwelcoming. If that ship’s pilot had been scanning, then all that they would have found was interference, false readings, and frustration. It was a good cover.

But cover cuts both ways. Myrkr did not announce threats. It let them walk close first.

Tags: Hilal Vizsla Ronhar Tane Delvin jeth The Lord of Hunger @OPEN

 

[The Lord of Hunger]

LOCATION: Myrkr
OBJECTIVE: ???
IMPORTANT LINKS: Sword #1 | Sword #2 | Armor | Jewel | Ring | Necklace | Gauntlet | DIII Gluttoneria | The guards | KRONOS
TAG: Ronhar Tane | Liin Terallo | @open

With a deep crackle, a massive ship seemed to suddenly boom into existence far into the outer orbit of Myrkr, its surface marked by neon green streaks which seemed to have unnaturally formed on the vessel, the metal shell comprising the battlecruiser's outer layer blackened and seemingly warped. The entire presence of the ship commanded awe and inspired fear, even if it wasn't the largest or heftiest of ships in the galaxy, its enormous appollyon canons made it abundantly clear that this was not some peaceful starship, but a warship to the very depth of its core, one which had already shown its purpose and potential against the Galactic Empire in the war of Atrisia, but now... it's presence seemed to be amplified, intensified, darkened to a whole new level for all who could not just sense the force...

The bridge was packed with personel, dozens of officers and ensings running around, while the ship's alarms sounded loud and clear.

//: ARRIVAL AT DESTINATION
//: PREPARE FOR LANDFALL

KRONOS' metallic voice rang through the intercom, the officers on the bridge quickly turning their attention to a being standing in front of the central holographic display of the bridge, his blonde hairs slicked back across his scalp, a pair of vibrant golden and crimson eyes peering down at the display from behind a pair of shades. He had found her once again, the elusive scientist who had been so close in his grasp, so tantalizingly close to being cracked open like a nut for the information he so desperately desired. Yet... Imperius Indomitus had interfered, had managed to pose enough of a problem to avoid any further altercations. However, there was no interference from that man here, no one who could be called anywhere near his level seemed to be nearby.

Alas, as one of the ensigns handed over one of the transcripts from KRONOS' calculations, the man's brow furrowed into a stern frown. "Fluctuations in the force...that is peculiar."

All the data seemed to confirm it, this planet was not outside of the reach of the force, it wasn't a dead planet or one scarred by a wound or a devastating rift, but its wildlife, its flora and fauna seemed to have evolved and grown into something akin to a neutralizer, with a lot of hotspots completely devoid and cut off from the force, though not really. the force was still present, just not active, dampened by creatures with an inate physiology allowing for them to negate practically all powers within the force, removing the outward manifestation of it.

"Send in a cohort," The man turned towards the nearest officer, whose eyes quickly glanced down after but a split second of looking into this monster's eyes. he could feel the very air choking him, drawing out wathever valor and courage he had and replacing it with an inability to respond with anything beyond a clear 'yes'. "Locate any reaction, figure out and triangulate the position of our target, I will have what I desire...even if I have to burn the very galaxy to get it."

Several lights began to flicker on the massive battlecruiser's prow, as a few dozen pods alongside a few containers were launched into space, streaking through the planet's atmosphere like a small, localized meteor shower...targeting the overgrown planet below...​

 

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
[REDACTED]
MYRKR

Ronhar cursed silently as he continued to hack his way through the jungles of Myrkr, Burnblade glowing red hot as it continued to cut its way through the seemingly unending forest of trees and other plants. He and Reclaimer Squad had been trekking through the jungles of Myrkr for hours now, without a single Ysalamari to show for their efforts, and tensions were starting to run high. What should have been their greatest asset, the Night Reaver, had been shockingly ineffective at providing Reclaimer Squad with any sort of useful reconnaissance, due to the thick foliage found throughout the planet and the general interference hitting the Night Reaver's onboard scanners. Worse still, the ship was unable to clear any of the vegetation around Reclaimer Squad for fear of killing or scaring off any Ysalamari, forcing Ronhar's men to go look for the creatures by hand.

Everything that Ronhar had done so far had been little more than a colossal waste of everyone's time and efforts, and he was about ready to call of the mission. At least he was, until his comms suddenly flared to life.

"Captain, we've got incoming. Something massive just entered the system, and IFF is flagging it as friendly", the captain of the Night Reaver informed him.

"Is that right?", Ronhar murmured as he stopped his cutting his way through the plant life. That was certainly odd, since as far as Ronhar knew, no Imperial Confederation assets had been deployed to the sector. Who could this new arrival be, and what were they doing here? Ronhar thought about the people that he knew that would have the knowledge, resources and time to deploy to such a remote planet, and he quickly narrowed down the potential list of suspects to one particular individual. One particularly powerful and important individual, for that matter.

The situation had suddenly changed, and perhaps majorly to the benefit of Ronhar and his men.

"Captain, get me ATLAS", Ronhar ordered as the rest of his men formed up around him. After a few moments, ATLAS, the Night Reaver's onboard A.I, began speaking directly with Ronhar.

<"Hello, Captain. How may I be of service to you?">, ATLAS said politely as Ronhar began to direct his men to set up temporary camp.

"I need to to boost a message for me. Direct it toward the incoming ship. Tell them that Captain Ronhar Tane and Reclaimer Squad are already on planet, and ask them if they have anything that we can help them with. Also, inform that that we can have reinforcements sent to the planets within two standard galactic hours. Encrypt that message and make sure it is sent directly to the bridge", Ronhar stated to ATLAS.

<"Understood, Captain, I will begin transmitting your message immediately">, ATLAS replied.

With that done, Ronhar instructed his men to deploy the two HNDA-Mk III/Ts as they waited for a response. With luck, the boosted range and power of the device's anti-force capabilities would be enough to keep any hostile wildlife at bay...

TAGS:
Liin Terallo
Hilal Vizsla
The Lord of Hunger
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[Liin Terallo]

The forest changed it's breath before it changed its sound. I felt it first in the way the canopy tightened overhead with their leaves drawing closer together, branches knitting themselves into a darker lattice as if Myrkr itself had chosen to listen. The air grew heavier, damp and metallic on my tongue, carrying with it the distant promise of disruption. I slowed my steps instinctively, boots sinking into ground that felt newly disturbed, although nothing here ever truly stayed still for long.

Then came the thunder. No lightning. It was an impact. A low, rolling concussion rippled through the jungle floor, followed by another… and another. Sonic booms, spaced and deliberate, their echoes swallowed quickly by the trees. Drop pods. Cargo canisters. It had to be. The sonic booms were too large to be careless and too organized to be coincidence.

I exhaled slowly through my nose and adjusted the strap across my shoulder. Something big had arrived in orbit. Above the canopy, I could feel it only faintly; like pressure behind the eyes and like a distant gravity well tugging at awareness rather than flesh. Not the Force as the Jedi describe it. But something colder. Hungrier. The sort of presence that does not observe so much as catalogue.

The Lord of Hunger had come to Myrkr.

I did not need to see the ship to know that it was there. The forest knew. Everything living beneath it knew. Creatures that had been chittering moments before fell silent, then scattered in erratic patterns, fleeing not from a single direction but from anticipation. Predators circled wider. Prey vanished entirely.

Another sound layered itself atop the fading booms; both mechanical and invasive. The harsh bite of tools against living wood. Blades and cutters chewing through foliage where no sane being would try to impose order. I felt the jungle recoil from it, like muscle tightening around a wound.

Imperials. They always carved first and listened later.

I paused beside the trunk of a colossal tree, it's bark ridged and scarred by centuries of survival, and rested my palm against it. The ring at my finger remained inert. No sudden flare, no warning pulse; but that meant little here.

Devices that screamed static into the mind had a way of confusing even the most elegant detection systems. They were anti-Force measures. Crude, loud ones. Neurosonic interference layered with electromagnetic pulses, radiating outward in disciplined geometry. I could almost map the perimeter in my head, feel the way it pushed at the edges of perception like a clenched jaw.

Ysalamiri would turn away from that noise. They always did. Vornskrs, however…

I swallowed and withdrew my hand. If the Imperials had already hacked through enough undergrowth to announce themselves, then they had rung the dinner bell for every Force-hunting predator within range. Myrkr did not tolerate trespassers for long; especially not ones shouting their presence into the dark.

Behind me, somewhere deeper in the green, branches shifted with purpose. Not pursuit. Not yet. Just movement. Coordinated. Familiar. The Mandalorians were still there. Shadows among shadows, patient as only vode could be.

Good.

I tightened my grip on the pack slung at my side and started moving again; angling away from the last impact zone and letting the forest close behind me as quickly as it would allow. I kept my pace measured. No panic, no wasted motion. Hunger thrived on fear. So did machines.

Let them triangulate.

Myrkr had teeth. And today, everyone had chosen to bleed.

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[Delvin jeth]

Tags: Liin Terallo Hilal Vizsla Ronhar Tane

Delvin had not arrived on the planet personally he was sitting on a prototype stealth ship. Designed by his company he let a non force sensitive group of six soldiers go down to the planet all equipped with dc-17 and plasteel armor with sensors that should work fine planet side. As they traversed the planet he had direct video link with them delvin was interested in the ysalamari species but he was also interested in capturing liin. But he figured that was a pipe dream since she joined the mandalorian empire and would probably be under mandalorian guard on planet.

As he sat there in his private quarters watching his cabin hid him from those who could sense the force but he could still sense outward sensing the The Lord of Hunger aboard his ship delvin know this mission had gotten more complicated even if his ship was hidden from sensors. "Captain it would be wise to collect those samples quickly" delvin advised through their linknas he watched the soldiers begin moving quicker and still quiet not having been found yet as they approached where the ysalamari where concentrated. He wouldn't intervene directly unless he had no other choice.

 

[The Lord of Hunger]

LOCATION: Myrkr
OBJECTIVE: ???
IMPORTANT LINKS: Sword #1 | Sword #2 | Armor | Jewel | Ring | Necklace | Gauntlet | DIII Gluttoneria | The guards | KRONOS
TAG: Ronhar Tane | Liin Terallo | @open


The pair of shades barely hid the monstrously vibrant golden and crimson eyes as they peared at the holographic display, waiting for KRONOS to make the calculations, map out the topography and coordinate the movements of the Arbalesk droids of the Cohort. The containers containing the walkers were just a precaution, the ceres droids could simply man those and provide an operational, albeit temporary basecamp and communication hub. The fact that so many droids had come down planetside was not something which had happened stealthily, as the pods thundered down with reckless abandon, sending shockwaves and loud noise which could be heard for miles. However, perhaps it was lucky, perhaps it was a good sign, that the one man who none of them would want to meet had not come to the surface just yet.

With perfect precision, the Ceres droids began to dismantle the containers, setting up a base camp, while the Arbalesk droids of the urban enforcement cohort began to form up into their assigned squads, utilizing the data sent through and forth by the Gluttoneria and the set up by the Ceres droids to begin a sweep of the surroundings. While their attempts at making a clearing for the basecamp was largely successful, already reports were sent to orbit regarding resistance in the form of living flora and unmistakably hostile fauna.

Liin Terallo was the most important target, she was the asset the Lord of Hunger had set his sights on, no matter the opposition. If need be, He still had a trump card in the form of the Sceleratis, droids who by all accounts were a problem even for seasoned jedi and sith to handle, and without question could make the lives of seasoned mandalorian warriors hell as well. Though for now, the Arbalesk were better suited for the task, as they were adept at coordinated searches, through difficult terrain and with teamwork more akin to commandos than standard soldiers.

"Set up complete" A simple, curt report, designed to allow KRONOS to relay their assignment.

//: Target Liin Terallo
//: Caution advised
//: Target must remain functional

"Orders on secondary targets?"

//: Assets of TIC must be regarded as friendly
//: No requirements for other targets
//: Elimination mandatory

"Confirmed" The answer was once again short and complete in unison, with the Arbalesk squads beginning their preliminary sweep into the surrounding forest, acting like well-oiled machines as they spread out into all four corners and directions. "Commencing sweep"​

 

[Liin Terallo]

The jungle did not feel hostile at first. That, I would later understand, was the problem.

I moved without any real plan beyond being away - away from the thrum of machinery, from the distant hum of a temporary base forcing itself into Myrkr’s soil. Branches brushed my sleeves, damp leaves clung to my boots, and I pushed through it all with the quiet confidence of someone who had never been punished for ignorance before. I did not look back. I did not think to.

The ground beneath me was soft, rich with decay. My boots sank just enough to leave impressions - clean, obvious ones - but I was too busy watching the canopy above to notice. The light fractured there, and for a moment I forgot that this place was known for swallowing people whole.

I tripped once. Caught myself on a tree before I kept going. I needed to distance myself as much as possible, yet I can feel myself losing my way as well. Regardless, I kept myself going in as straight of a line as possible. I did not wish to circle around.

My breath came faster now, my chest tight; not from exertion so much as the sense of being observed. The ring at my finger remained quiet. No sudden glow. No warning. That should have reassured me. But it did not.

Somewhere behind me, the jungle shifted.

At first I thought it was thunder; low and rolling in the distance. Then came the sound of shouting. Blaster fire tore through the canopy in sharp, violent streaks of light; briefly illuminating the trees like lightning caught in glass.

I froze.

A howl rose from the jungle floor; long, harmonic, and wrong. It vibrated through my bones and through the soil itself. It was a sound that did not belong to any creature that should exist naturally. Vornskrs. Plural. The camp erupted into chaos. Orders barked. Troops repositioned. Something heavy slammed into metal with enough force to make the ground shudder beneath my feet. Another howl answered the first, closer this time, and I felt the instinct to run surge through me like electricity.

I ran. Branches whipped my face. Roots caught my boots. I did not slow down. I did not stop to think. I did not consider that panic was loud and prey-shaped. Somewhere behind me, the jungle screamed again; this time in pain, in fury, and in hunger. I did not know where I was going. Only that Myrkr now knew exactly where I had been. And that others both smarter and better prepared would not need much effort to follow the path I had carved so carelessly through the forest.

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[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
[REDACTED]
MYRKR

"Any response, ATLAS?", Ronhar inquired about the message he had asked the onboard A.I system of the Night Reaver to transmit to the orbiting ships above him.

"<Negative, Captain. I'm afraid we are just out of communication range. That, or something is interfering with our signal>", ATLAS responded as it continually failed to get the message to Ronhar's intended target.

Blast! That was that, then. No matter. Ronhar was sure that he'd run to them sooner or later, but for now, his original objective still held: to find and capture as many Ysalamiri as he could for use by the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant.

"Understood, ATLAS", Ronhar sighed as he directed his men to pack up and move to a new position. "I want you to keep boosting the signal until we get some sort of response. If you have to fly further into orbit, than do so. But I if call for your support, I want you to abandon your communication attempts and immediately make for whatever position I direct you to. Is that understood?"

"<Very well, Captain. You orders have been received>", ATLAS answered in the affirmative, as too did the pilot of the

​

Night Reaver. The rest of Reclaimer Squad continued there trek throughout the jungle, hacking their way through the underbrush in search of their valuable prize. Progress continued to be slow going, which each agonizing step mired by mud and heavy vegetation. Ronhar promised himself that the next time he came to this accursed planet, it would be to burn the entirety of the its jungle to the ground. If these damned Ysalamiri weren't so valuable to him and the Imperial Remnant, he would have stayed as far away as he could from this sector. Alas, military necessity demanded he make the effort to find the creatures.

As the men continued forward, Ronhar couldn't help but notice what appeared to him to be small disturbances throughout the surrounding plant life around him. It almost seemed coincidental, as if something was moving through the jungle unseen to Ronhar and his men. Deliberately so, perhaps. It unnerved Ronhar, and something felt off to him, though he couldn't tell exactly it what it might be. He ordered his men to halt and raise their weapons, forming a defensive circle as they tried to cover all conceivable angles from where an attack might come.

That was when the Vornskr sprang their trap.

Dozens of the creature began charging Ronhar's position, teeth barred and claws deployed. Ronhar and company immediately began to open fire at the creatures, their blasters and slughthrowers echoing throughout the forests. The creatures were naturally no match for the advanced weaponry of Reclaimer Squad, being easily killed by the blaster and slugthrower fire. Unfortunately, Ronhar's group only numbered eight men n total, and Myrkr undoubtedly held thousands of the ferocious creatures. Given the disparity in numbers, Ronhar's team really had one viable option:

To make a run for it.

"LET'S MOVE!", Ronhar bellowed as he and his men retreated ever deeper in the forest, pursued by packs and packs of ravenous Vornskr. Some of them trailed the group from behind, while the others simply melted back into the forest, waiting for the perfect time to strike...

TAGS:
Liin Terallo
Hilal Vizsla
The Lord of Hunger
Delvin jeth
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[Delvin jeth]

Tag: Hilal Vizsla
Ronhar Tane The Lord of Hunger

Delvin sat aboard his ship as his men had reported everything that happened as they noticed movement in the forest around them. As they took a defensive position as vornskyrs attacked from all sides killing his men. Delvin stood up disappointed "that's what I get for sending someone else instead of doing it myself" he said as he walked to the hangar bay of his ship as he had a shuttle take him to the surface. He was armed with a purple lightsaber as his eyes scanned for heat signatures.

As he began walking his shuttle took off back to his ship as he had his lightsaber in hand walk to where he felt dead spots in the force. As he kept his white haired head on a swivel as he partially hoped nitya was here but he didn't want to put her in harms way. And he would be beside himself with guilt if something happened to her he saw humanoid movement going through the forest towards him as he saw liin.

She was coming straight for him " Liin Terallo " he said when she got close enough that he didn't have to yell. "What are you doing here?" I asked looking at her as i prevented her from running. "Stop running like that your only gonna die tired" I said honestly as I stood there i wasn't hostile although it was obvious why she was here it was a similar reason as to why he was here after all for ysilimari after all.

 

[Liin Terallo]

Every breath tore at my chest. Every root seemed placed with intention, fingers hooked to trip me and drag me down into the damp rot below. The sounds behind me - blaster fire, shouting, something feral and too close - blurred into a single, pressing instinct: move or die.

Then my name cut through it. “Liin Terallo.”

I skidded to a stop just as a figure stepped into my path; close enough that I had no choice but to halt or collide. He had not raised a weapon. He had not lunged. He simply stood there; calm and infuriatingly solid, like the jungle itself had decided to speak through him.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice even, analytical. “Stop running like that, you are only going to die tired."

I hated that he was right. My heart hammered as I took a half-step back, fingers tightening reflexively around my satchel. My gaze flicked past him and towards the tree line, undergrowth, shadows that refused to stay still, before snapping back to his face. Arkanian. Pale. Eyes already cataloguing me like a specimen that had strayed too far from its enclosure.

For a heartbeat, I considered lying about why I was here. But Myrkr had a way of punishing dishonesty just as swiftly as panic. “Research,” I said with my breath still uneven. Then I lifted my chin, my curiosity finally cutting through the fear. “And you?” I asked. “What are you doing here?”

Something shifted then - not in him, but around us. The jungle went quiet. No insects. No distant calls. Even the chaos behind me seemed to fall away, swallowed whole. The silence pressed in, heavy and wrong, as though Myrkr itself were listening now… deciding whether either of us deserved to keep breathing.

But the silence was not empty. It was contained. The pressure I had been feeling; the distant, crawling awareness I could not quite name collapsed in on itself. Like something immense had stepped back just out of reach. My head throbbed as the world seemed to… thin. I swallowed hard. Ysalamiri. I had not seen them yet, but I knew of the sensation. The absence where the Force should have been. Not cut, not severed, but gently smothered, like a blanket laid over a flame. Relief washed through me before I could stop it, fragile and treacherous all at once.

If they are close enough… Then maybe I was hidden. Not just from the soldiers that were attacked earlier. Not just from whatever was tearing them apart in the jungle; but from him. I did not know for certain that the Lord of Hunger was here. I told myself that again and again. But earlier - just for a moment - I had felt something vast, terrifying, and unbearably familiar brush the edge of my awareness. And now… nothing.

Around us, the jungle shifted. A low rustle to the left. Too deliberate to be wind. I caught movement; dark shapes peeling away from the chaos behind me. Some were breaking off, others melting seamlessly into shadow. The vornskrs were not charging anymore. They were deciding. Testing the intruders. Measuring fear, sound, weakness.

My gaze flicked upward, finally catching sight of them: small, pale shapes clinging to the branches above, tails curled tight around living wood. Large, placid eyes regarded the clearing with detached curiosity. Ysalamiri. More than one. Enough to cast a wide bubble of nothingness around us.

I let out a slow breath I had not realized I was holding. “Stay still,” I said quietly, not looking at him. “They hunt movement.”

The vornskrs prowled at the edge of sight now; shadows within shadows, waiting for the moment someone made the wrong choice.

Tags: Ronhar Tane The Lord of Hunger Delvin jeth

 

[Delvin jeth]

Liin Terallo The Lord of Hunger Ronhar Tane

Delvin listened to her "I am also here for research" he said standing there he could see the vornskyrs heat signatures and as he looked up he saw the ysalamari. He stayed in place like liin told him too the ysalamari hindered his fighting capacity anyway and while he had a lightsaber at his side he didn't feel amazing about his odds while defending her. "At this point im more worried about getting you out of here safely than myself I will be fine" he said whispering just loud enough for her to hear.