Faction Whisper in the Dark | House of the Dying Sun Part 1

[House of the Dying Sun]

Within the deepest reaches of the darkness holds an evil unknown to the galaxy. Lost forever to the tides of ever changing times, but soon this evil will be remembered. Soon the revival will commence.

Within the Outer Rim, rumors of strange murmurings of a cult have begun to arise. People are missing, and weird symbols are appearing.

Much to the dismay of the Shadow Protectorate, these rumors have reached their borders. Several citizens have suddenly disappeared and the people demand answer.

It is said that Bespin as the answers the group is looking for.

"I sleep for now, dreaming of the galaxy in a cold, bleak darkness. I hunger for the stars themselves, and feel the times preparing for my awakening. Caressing the ears of those who would listen, I gather power to awake and sate my hunger. I am the everlasting. Rise my House of the Dying Sun. Awaken me."​

Objectives:

A. Investigate Cloud City for the missing people (Talk to the locals about the weird symbols, shady characters, and missing people)

B. A space station as appeared near Karra, its design doesnt meet anything in local or private archives. Hale the station, if capable board it for further investigation.

C. Bring your own narrative! Have fun, do whatever you want to do!


TAGS:
Stardust Solus Skirae Adan Jax Aedan Miles Livia Maddox Skorvek Enigma Iuda Salvor Arnex Aloy Vizsla OOC of Kavessk Raijin Arashi

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[Adara Raxis]

Cults, weird symbols appearing with potential dark energies across bleak space? Where else would the runaway Adara end up but right in the middle of a potential spiritual investigation?

“Darkness and evil… hurry Tuuli, we’re going to miss it.” Why…. tugging Tuuli along, of course. Hands on his right hand, Adara tugged and tugged, until making an abrupt stop in the middle of an intersection. “What that ‘it’ is, and what that ‘it’ means are two complete unknowns, but maybe I can talk to it. Make sense of it. Maybe it will want to play and be friends and… okay a lot of people are going to die, aren’t they?”

Adara smacked her lips and sighed. “Well… that’s the Galaxy. Ooo! This way! Wait… it sleeps for now, and Bespin and… I wonder if this big evil thing is a sort of… cousin?”

Standing in the middle of the walkway, Adara pursed her lips. What was the House of the Dying Sun? How much death did it need to rise? Where was the nearest pretzel stand?

Tuuli Miles Brigh Solus Skirae Skorvek The Red of Sinner Adan Jax Enigma Iuda Salvor Arnex Aloy Vizsla OOC of Kavessk Raijin Arashi

 

[Brigh Solus Skirae]

Adara Raxis

She couldnt believe her best friend dragged her into this
Trying to find a death cult on bespin of all places
Adara better be glad she cared

Brigh hurried along behind her,glancing about a bit nervously as she grumbled

it's a death cult...of course theres gonna be a lot of death...nothing new in our lives eh?

She joked, glancing around as she kept a hand near her blaster, little spooked but knew it would be a ok

 

[Raijin Arashi]

On the list of places that Rai had been to, Cloud City was definitely not one of his top ten to revisit.

It wasn't an unpleasant place, per se - good air quality, beautiful architecture, and all of it was far off the ground, right in the flying Sith's wheelhouse. Overall, when not occupied by a secret murder cult, many people including him might have considered it idyllic. All of the formerly mentioned points had absolutely nothing to do with his distaste for the place. His reason was much more personal, and maybe even a touch stupid.

Raijin Arashi, Dark Lord of the Sith, former ruler of a million places, and Shard extraordinaire... had gotten a ticket for illegal unpowered flight in a skylane. Fifteen times.

He just couldn't help it. Every time he visited, the urge to just jump off a platform and rocket through the air with the Force was overwhelming, and all the more so since he had finally settled in a body that could actually feel the air around him. Even now, with cultists on the loose, he was still enjoying the sound of his armor and clothing whipping around as he flew. Ticket or no, it was just too good to pass up.

Unfortunately for the exuberant flying warrior, he realized he had to be productive at some point. Rai lightly came to a landing on top of what he assumed was some kind of large townhouse. His eyes zoomed in on the scene below, his droid brain marking the passersby as potential threats or friendlies and whatnot. Stealth missions were not exactly his forte, but he had a vantage point, his two lightsabers, and one universal truth: even in a city in the sky, people don't look up.

 

[Dib'eor'nuruodo]

His old bones ached with every arduous step. The slow and steady pace was apt for the venerable Chiss who continued the gait despite the flow of light traffic. Ah, to be young and so full of life. Their whole figured laid out before them. And still in such hurried hustle despite the balance in their bank account of life. Yes, the bustle of life could not be stimied nor slowed. And still he walked ponderously deliberate , not allowing external stimuli to commandeer his walk. The ancient was not one to bend to another's will.

And so he walked.

Alone, he was not. His right hand rested ever so lightly upon Dib'arro'nuruodo's shoulder for steadying. You never said no to a sturdy foundation, especially if it was your own great great grandson. Barron glanced back for a moment, blood red eyes taking in the elderly form with worry for a moment before focusing again to the front. At his back Dib'raydo'nuruodo kept careful watch. Was she a great grandchild or great great? Either way she was one of his personal guard, along with her cousin, hand picked to be the best of the best and loyal without fault.

Still he walked.

Bespin's Cloud City was a spectacle, a bejeweled fake that conned one out of their hard earned wages to feed the station. It was a leisure activity founded in weakness of character that allowed men and women to frivolously throw their credits around, knowing the likelihood of winning too negligible to even begin contemplating the odds.

Then there were the lower levels where tibanna gas was processed from Bespin's atmosphere. That was where the true worth of the station was manifest. But none cared to look at the truth of hard work, rather choosing to parlay with the indulgences of the flesh. And that was where Cloud City excelled. Extravagant vices offered as primal sacrifices upon the lusts of pilgrims arriving at their Mecca. The unbridled passion of debauchery didn't deny morality but abolished it in totality.

They reached a balcony that overlooked one of the many promenades the station offered. Dib'eor'nuruodo transferred his grip to the railing and quietly watched the ebb and flow of the traffic much akin to the patterns of the ocean. And like the deep, here there were idiots who swam to deep. And there were the predators hunting beneath the surface.

Unfortunately, Bespin was now home to a new predator. An unknown force or being was using the station as a hunting ground and leaving small hints behind. Symbols and witnesses. Perhaps it was a sloppy demeanor that left the clues, or perhaps a devious purpose to throw off the scent, and then again it may have been a call sign of the guilty party wanting recognition for deeds done.

A call had rang out. One welcoming the children of darkness to a possible sanctuary. Another call were for those who would choose to stand in the gap against such evil.

Today a new predator arrived. One who possessed the patience of age, the experience of the elder, the resources of the established, yet lacking youth. Though family and power accomplished that which youth required. His two guards melted away from the ancient Chiss who watched the traffic below, giving more than a glancing look at a small group of youth. Fingers lightly tapped the metallic rail as he watched from above, like a seasoned bird of prey.

Tuuli Miles Brigh Solus Skirae Skorvek The Red of Sinner Aedan Miles Adan Jax Salvor Arnex Raijin Arashi Adara Raxis Aloy Vizsla OOC of Kavessk Enigma Iuda

 

[Enigma Iuda]

TAGS: Tuuli Miles Brigh Solus Skirae Skorvek The Red of Sinner Aedan Miles Adan Jax Salvor Arnex Raijin Arashi Adara Raxis Aloy Vizsla OOC of Kavessk

“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to sunny cloud city coming straight you froooooooom Bespin! That’s right, we’re here right in the city that never sleeps because if you fell asleep, who would keep the city flying, am I right? That’s right, you know it. Today’s guest, Slicer extraordinaire, it’s Enigma! *Cue crowd gasping and clapping, maybe even have some girls throw various things out to me.

Now settle down folks, Mr.Enigma-

Please, just Enigma, my father was Mr. Enigma.

Oh, well thank you, I’ve never had a celebrity of your calibre, you stature, your grace-“

Enigma cut short his transmission as the cloud car he was travelling in hit some turbulence, shaking slightly as it soared through the air above Cloud City.

God damn it, just when I was in my zone.

Hurtling through the air, the best way for him to maintain connection with his various ISR drones that were going through the streets below, keeping an eye on his Protectorate allies as well as maintaining a communication hub for the street level operatives to coordinate themselves.

Although whether they’ve muted me by now or not is a subject for debate.

The feeds from the drones took up three of the screens projected from the implant within his hands, a fourth screen being utilised to trawl through the Holonet, verifying any info the street team may find or to corroborate any stories they be given by the locals. Nothing as of yet though…

“Now, where was I? oh right, well thank you for inviting me to be on your show..”

Thankfully, the driver of the Cloud Car was a droid and as such, was unperturbed by the bizarre theatrics of the man in the back.