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[Onrai]

Kaeshana

It was the same story as before. An exodus from Nathema to another world, another place for Onrai's legions to call home. And yet, in this instance, there was not a dedicated route to flee for the larger vessels as there had been for Demonsgate - no, this was a less military matter. The primarily civilian contingent of Nathema's agricultural facilities were being aggressively migrated in the face of inevitable occupation. While the idea of waging guerrilla war against the Ashlans' inevitable incursion grew strongly on the false goddess's mind, she reasoned that such an insurgency would eventually be defeated. Thus, the easiest option was to take the population of Nathema and bring them to Kiross, their new homeworld to be reforged.

Of course, simply traveling there was not an easy option. There was a tremendous amount of hostile space between Nathema and the safety of the Maw. Such was why Kaeshana at present was the intended location for her next rift, a tear in the fabric of reality that would allow her followers to enter otherspace and, from there, move to one of the sparsely occupied worlds within fluidic space such that they could return to realspace at Kiross itself.

The technique was not something to be simple, and countless repurposed civilian vessels, primarily water transports and old Resolute supercarriers refitted for bulk passenger duty, waited in orbit of the planet while their leader traveled on a raft towards a tiny speck of land, an islet in the great sea within the continents.

Of course, it was never that easy.

Iris Arani

 

[Iris Arani]

The colors of the Force had become something easier for Iris to read as of late. Emotion, purpose, the overarching will of the Force itself, she'd learned to see through it, see what it meant. She'd never seen something like this. Following the colors her modified X-Wing dropped out of hyperspace only to see something wrong. Off. A shade of color she'd never seen before. One she couldn't describe. Color but also not?

Like a void.

She gripped the controls of her ship tighter, her eyes narrowing as she tried to make sense of it. Something was.. Tearing holes? In reality then? What? ".. T5, scan for ships." The astromech beeped an affirmative. Something was happening here.

Onrai

 

[Onrai]

The scans would reveal the large fleet in orbit over Kaeshana, a variety of IFF pings that were recognizable as standard civilian, while some had IFFs whose identities were so old their affiliation was impossible for the X-Wing's computer to identify their origin. None of the ships seemed to have been readied for combat in response to the X-Wing's arrival, though at least one vessel in orbit did scan the fighter in question. They knew she was here, but weren't planning on doing anything about it. Not now.

On the planet's surface, Onrai focused her will upon the small island as the dirt rose from beneath the small speck of ground in front of her. The form of an altar, not unlike that which she had found on Endor and used the reforged Sunstar-Shadowstone upon, began to manifest, debris disbursing from the compacted form of earth before her as she placed the gem within, speaking in a language long dead.

"Riñar hen ry, nyke se mēre qilōni vēttan ao se ry isse aōha vys. Nyke emagon māzigon naejot tatagon aōha bodmagho. Nyke se jaesa Onrai, jentys hen qēlossās, riñnykeā hen tegon se embar, aōha jaes se muñnykeā. Istin tolī ao jāhor gīmigon issa hae issa ozbāragon iksos zaltan bē bisa vys."

As she spoke, around the tiny islet, the sea began to shimmer and ripple. The boundaries between dimensions began to shift and distort as she focused, her will the hands tearing at the fabric of realspace.

Iris Arani