Cuyan Skirata
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Post by Cuyan Skirata on Jan 21, 2021 8:45:15 GMT -8
Still smoking his cigarra, Cuyan sled whirred up to where Lamia awaited, his hair flowing in the wind. It was quite pleasant. He stopped in front of her and got off his sled nodding his head and as looked over her.
"Kote gar, bal gar aliit Lady Lamia, I have your order."
He gestured expansively to the crates and barrels on the sled.
"Where would you like it?"
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Lamia Bes'tial
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Post by Lamia Bes'tial on Jan 21, 2021 8:54:14 GMT -8
Lamia looked around her... all there was was sand and her ship. "Hmmmm. I wish I had the Mortus open already. I guess we can store it in the cage in the Picklebush until it's time to move in."
Lamia directed him to the storage bay and started helping him unload boxes. "Once we get these loaded, sit for a drink and a smoke before you head off again."
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Cuyan Skirata
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Post by Cuyan Skirata on Jan 21, 2021 9:06:22 GMT -8
Cuyan nodded and began unloading, surprised and gratified to see Lamia aiding him, he was unaccustomed to seeing siit and jetii actually performing manual labor. It was a good thing to see. They quickly unloaded the cart and he took a seat near her.
"I have never been here before, though my father was well acquainted with An Tiarna Dubh. It is nice here."
Cuyan suddenly felt his age upon him, and began to remove the top portion of his armor.
"Your pardon, Lady Lamia, but I have grown warm."
It was the work of a moment to remove his upper armor and letting the undersuit fall at his waist, baring the scarred flesh of his torso to the cool ocean air. He popped a bottle of narcolethe and offered it to her, along with one of his cigarras.
"What draws you here, instead of the Rock?"
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Lamia Bes'tial
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Post by Lamia Bes'tial on Jan 21, 2021 9:13:54 GMT -8
Lamia nodded. "Yes, I was An Tiarna's left sword for a time. That was a lifetime ago, and no pardon necessary." Lamia wiped the sweat from her own forehead and continued loading boxes of booze into her ship for the time being.
"What draws me here? This was my home for many years. I lived here with my masters, my son and my partner. Now I am back to build my empire. Cucumber fields, kolto, and fisheries. This old Sorceress is looking for a place to retire if I'm honest."
She put the last of the boxes in the storage bay and locked it up, but not before she swiped a bottle of tihaar. "Come, sit. It's not fancy but it's what I have at the moment." Lamia poured a couple drinks and lit a spice stick. She offered it to Cuyan. "Do you partake? Tell me about your father."
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Cuyan Skirata
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Post by Cuyan Skirata on Jan 21, 2021 9:25:17 GMT -8
Cuyan smiled and chuckled, accepting the stick and sitting with her, close enough to be friendly, but not inappropriately so.
"I do indeed, vor'e."
He lit the stick and pulled in hard, letting the spice fill his senses and mind. He felt old aches subside, and closed his eyes, seemingly content, the look strange on his half ruined face, as if it were unaccustomed to not feeling pain. He took a drink and looked over at her with his one good eye, emerald like those of his father.
"Ner'buir was a famous warrior and Mandalore, his name was Reyn. No other one of our people I can recall had as much respect from as many corners of the galaxy as he did. We were estranged for a time, in the way of fathers and sons."
He had another hit and another sip, and spoke again.
"He died in his sleep, next to his final wife Parja, at the age of ninety, few mando'ade make it that long."
He chuckled grimly at that, and looked over at her again.
"What of you? How did you come to serve An Tiarna?"
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Lamia Bes'tial
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Post by Lamia Bes'tial on Jan 21, 2021 9:32:53 GMT -8
Lamia took the stick back and inhaled deeply.
"I was a lost child on Bimmisari. My mother, homeless, hooked on drugs, sold me to the highest bidder to fund her habits. She died of an overdose when I was 13. I pickpocketed, stole and made my way on the streets. Until one day, when I was just barely an adult, I pickpocket a sith woman... Sinistra... who saw some fire in me that no one else did. She was An Tiarna's wife at the time. She brought me here and trained me. She left for a bit, but I stayed, to study with Randall Flagg. I married a man by the name of Leto Bes'tial, had a child and then disappeared into the universe for a bit. We just lost Leto, but it connected me to Sinistra again.... and a bunch of others. And here we are. Growing cucumbers."
Lamia laughed and took a drink. "Probably not the most typical of arrangements, but I like it."
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Cuyan Skirata
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Post by Cuyan Skirata on Jan 21, 2021 9:38:27 GMT -8
Cuyan chuckled and nodded.
"Elek, it is like that sometimes, the Galaxy turns as it wills, and we are all carried along with it. It took me a long time to understand that, which forced me to tell my father he was right, which is always an unpleasant experience."
He laughed again, feeling warmed by her presence. He had not expected a sith lady to be so pleasant.
"Still, all things considered, I suppose we've done well enough."
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Lamia Bes'tial
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Post by Lamia Bes'tial on Jan 21, 2021 9:50:33 GMT -8
"Indeed we have." Lamia filled their glasses again. "My years of being angry and violent everyday are long past... now it's done out of necessity. I'm old and can't rage like I used to."
Lamia stretched her legs and took another drag of her spice stick before passing it back to Cuyan. "As a matter of fact, I can't haul boxes like I used to... the spice helps my old bones though." Lamia took a drink and looked out over the ocean in front of her.
"Do you fish? It's pretty good here. The water always calms me; one of the reasons I wanted to settle here. This beach has been my salvation more than once. Well except for the day the Leto tried to kill me out here. But mostly it's just a calming to me. Anyway, there's some fishing boats on the dock over there. You're welcome to use them if you are so inclined."
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Cuyan Skirata
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Post by Cuyan Skirata on Jan 21, 2021 10:03:44 GMT -8
He accepted the drink, and chuckled again as she mentioned her old bones. He was not overly familiar with Togruta aging, but she didn't seem as old as all that. "I understand that, as you can no doubt tell, there is little on my body that has not felt the bite of the blade or the bolt. I first tasted battle when i was seven, as is our tradition. My mother was not Mandalorian, and she was not pleased."
It had been long years since he had thought of his mother, the memory of her brought an unexpected smile to his face.
"I haven't been fishing in a long time. It would be pleasant to do so again. My son and siblings are always telling me it is time to take it easier on myself. Perhaps I shall. I intended to take some time for myself on The Rock, but then we were raided, and i had barely returned from that when a strange man named Sentriss came to me for a custom weapon. I have been quite busy."
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Post by Lamia Bes'tial on Jan 21, 2021 10:29:31 GMT -8
Lamia nodded. "Ah yes, the raid... those nasty CU of NTS ... we haven't heard the last of them I'm afraid. Hopefully though, they will stand down for a bit longer. " Lamia emptied the bottle into their glasses. "Sentriss... yes I'm familiar with his work. He's a good one, that." Lamia held up her glass. "Here's to a little slow down and some big fish, eh?"
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Cuyan Skirata
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Post by Cuyan Skirata on Jan 21, 2021 10:36:47 GMT -8
Cuyan held out his glass as she emptied the bottle, he held his glass up as well.
"Elek, If I catch a good one, I'd be pleased to share it with you. Oya!"
He drained the glass in a swallow and let out a satisfied sigh as the burning liquor warmed him from within.
"I will be here for a short while, set up my vheh'yaim above the tideline. If you want or need anything, I shall be easy to find. Thank you Lady Lamia, this has been a pleasant diversion."
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Post by Lord Magus on Jan 21, 2021 11:15:16 GMT -8
Within his personal sanctum of Rath Draiochta, Cormac received word that various parties had begun to show an interest in Dun na Manaan. It had been long years since anyone had entered that place, and he found himself intrigued by the news. Getting up from the grimoire he was studying, he approached a cauldron of carved stone, etched with ogham and runes, and reached into it with the Force, steeling his mind to resist the corruption.
He was master of his sorcery, it was not the master of him.
Swirling waters began to glow and reveal Dun na Manaan, and it's environs. He sensed a powerful presence he had not sensed for many years. He followed that thread of the Force to it's source, and was confronted by the image of Lamia, a former vassal of his father. He smiled despite himself. He had always appreciated her for her wry humor, power, beauty and rage. Perhaps it would be a good time to reacquaint himself with the galaxy. He turned from the Cauldron and dressed himself finely, like the Tapani noble he had once been before he successfully found his savage father. Properly attired and armed, he went down to the small hangar where his ships awaited. He decided to take out his Fury, and climbed into the cockpit. He lifted off and set course for Dun na Manaan
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Post by Lamia Bes'tial on Jan 22, 2021 6:19:14 GMT -8
Cuyan held out his glass as she emptied the bottle, he held his glass up as well."Elek, If I catch a good one, I'd be pleased to share it with you. Oya!" He drained the glass in a swallow and let out a satisfied sigh as the burning liquor warmed him from within."I will be here for a short while, set up my vheh'yaim above the tideline. If you want or need anything, I shall be easy to find. Thank you Lady Lamia, this has been a pleasant diversion." "Aye, I could eat. Please make yourself at home here. Good luck with the fish" Lamia finished her spice stick and pocketed the butt of it. Her data pad chimed just as she was standing. "Oh of course, the Mortus has been cleaned and ready for us to occupy it. Now that we have all the booze stored in the ship. Not to worry though, I have a shipment of equipment and droids on their way there as we speak. They can handle the transfer. I think while you fish, I will take a walk and check it out. You know how to find me if you need me." Lamia stretched and grabbed the the empty bottle between them. She threw it in the recycler on the ship (leave no trace) and headed down the beach to her old haunt, the Mortus. |
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Cuyan Skirata
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Post by Cuyan Skirata on Jan 22, 2021 7:25:42 GMT -8
Cuyan inclined his head respectfully, gathering up his armor and placing it on his sled, then heading back to his ship, When he reached it, he pulled a few crates out of the cabin and began to set up his vheh'yaim. He used a duraplast pre-fab for the structure, but had to dig the base and cover it with with the local sand so as to disguise it from above. He set up a cot and some basic home appliances, running off a small generator, then covered his ship in a net and camoflauged tarpaulin to conceal it as well.
It was good to do this, to get back to such basics of his people's past and culture. He found the solitude comforting, and when all was finished he headed down to the dock, wearing only a leathern kilt and carrying a rebreather and his beviiragir. Commandeering a small fishing boat, little more than a dinghy, and set out onto the ocean, with a cooler of ale, some gihaal and harshun sandwiches, and uj cake.
This was the best day he had had in a long time.
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Post by Cuyan Skirata on Jan 22, 2021 8:37:38 GMT -8
Cuyan took the boat out a moderate distance from shore, where the sea was still relatively shallow, but deep enough in which to dive. He dumped a bucket of bait in the water and waited, smoking a cigarra and drink a beer. As he suspected, a large amount of fish began to be seen through the water. He picked a few of the large ones and his spear lashed out perfectly each time. He smiled despite himself, pleased as he pulled each fish onto the boat.
"Still got it."
He noticed a larger shape approaching under the water, and there was a savage gleam in his eye. The prey he had truly sought. He unbuckled his kilt and let it fall to the deck, affixing his rebreather and diving into the water with a coil of rope around his torso. The transparisteel face plate allowed him to see in the saltwater, and he kicked his feet to head toward the Firaxan bull he had baited in. The shark seemed to noticed him and turned to meet him, rocketing through the water toward the mandalorian warrior. Cuyan grinned ferociously and raised his beviiragir. He waited for just the right moment, and aimed the point of his spear toward the eyes of the huge fish. When it was just right, he thumbed the stud on the spear and it extended fully with great force, driving itself into the creatures brain through it's eye. The shark began to thrash, and Cuyan held on tightly, wrapping his legs around the beast and driving his kal into it's head, twisting and tearing until the creature stopped moving.
Elated with victory, Cuyan wrapped his rope around the corpse and dragged it toward his boat. He tied it to a mooring ring and pulled himself onto the boat, then began the arduous task of pulling the shark's carcass onto the boat. Exhausted, Cuyan made for shore, letting the sun dry his naked body while he smoked a cigarra.
They would eat well tonight.
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Post by Per Cula on Jan 25, 2021 6:23:18 GMT -8
*The firaxa didn't seem to be following, but Jahla wasn't going to stop swimming to fully confirm that. She noticed Per dipping down to grab something from the seafloor. Jahla reached for the younger woman to pull her along. This was not a time to stand and fight. While she had not seen many of the creatures in person, the records indicated that they were highly aggressive. Jahal wasn't sure why. They didn't seem to be numerous enough to need to compete for food. They typically didn't have other predators in their territories that would require the elevated aggression. It was totally bizarre when she thought about the biological tenants she had adopted...
The back of her tentacles tingled again halting her thoughts on the behavioral biology of the firaxa. She looked over her shoulder to see a significantly larger firaxa torpedoing through the water towards them. Jahla kicked harder. They just needed to make it to the sonic gate in the shallows. The creatures were incredibly sensitive to sound. Why they hadn't been sent out with sonic cages was beyond her comprehension, but she didn't have the tiny puck that would confuse the beasts.* She only barely got the rock in her hands before Jahla started hauling her along in earnest. She risked a quick glance over her shoulder, then blanched as she realized that her senses had actually been trying to warn her about a second, much larger firaxan shark that had evidently singled the two of them out. Thus, Jahla didn’t need to pull her along any more. Per was abruptly just as desirous as her colleague to get within the safety of the sonic gate. But she was glad of her rock all the same. Like the apex predator it was, the firaxan was steadily gaining on them as they fumbled forwards together. Almost mockingly—or so she thought—the shallows glimmered invitingly before them, backlighting the devices that outlined the sonic gate’s perimeter. They were so close! |
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Post by Jahla Irie on Jan 31, 2021 10:39:44 GMT -8
*The pair of nautolans swam for their lives, the piecing buzz of the sonic gate starting to come into their hearing range. Using the device was tricky for their research. All of the fauna they studied were sensitive to the same sounds the firaxa seemed deterred by. The scientists were encouraged to stay within the sonic field, but there was nothing to study in the field except for some unique algae patches and a few corals- that Jahla would like to note, might be severely damaged by the prolonged interference of their research!
Most of the scientists had insisted that they be given individual sonic fields to carry with them, so they could be less invasive on this environment and be somewhat more protected... however much as it was in the rest of the galaxy, the university already had access to the sonic gate and the administration phrased it thusly "you can get paid, or you can have a individual sonic field generator." Needless to say, beer money was more important than personal safety.
The administrative bodies loved to hold their pay over their heads whenever they asked for things- better living conditions at field sites, more sampling equipment, advanced tools for assessing the brilliant phenomena of nature... The galaxy ran on credits, but her salary was no where near breaking the coffers of the university. Since the rest of the researchers were basically working for experience as well, it was hard to determine if their collective earnings came anywhere near either.
But the firaxa was gaining while Jahla lamented her lot in life. She gave it one last kick to the gate as the firaxa closed. Jaws widened and the she could just make out the eyes rolling back in its head. The jaws protruded towards her, it would ram her head on, or get Per if it was a hairs breadth away.
Jahla whipped her arm holding Per hard towards the sonic gate and released her to shoot just ahead of the charging shark while Jahla was pushed backwards in the water. The firaxa surged between the two nautolans unable to change directions as quickly. Jahla's rush of adrenaline made the events seem to be running in slow motion. She felt like she hung in the water for a full minute watching the firaxa swim by before kicking for the sonic gate once more.
She was not safe yet, so she kicked across the threshold of the gate as fast as she could and then went several kicks shoreward towards Per. The sonic vibrations rippled in the water and bounced around her skull as she passed through the gate. The sound was modulated across the shark's range of hearing to confuse them. Unfortunately the sound modulated across the nautolan range of hearing. It was like listening to some bad jizz band with an autotuner.*
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Post by Selkathl Elders on Apr 14, 2021 23:48:00 GMT -8
*The Elders collected information as readily as they went into hiding. Old responses to imperialists died hard. But they prevailed. Shak Pos relayed another addition of an ongoing message to a confident. The Elders dissipated as quickly as they materialized*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 24, 2021 12:07:57 GMT -8
*A Sentinel quietly ascended into the sky and entered orbit*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on May 22, 2021 17:23:53 GMT -8
A Sentinel landing craft smacked into the Beach that An Tiarna built like a fly into a wall. All ten of the Viper droids were spit out halfway in the descent. The Togs knowing the girl buckled in, as did she. The crew were less fortunate. The copilot was thrown backwards, breaking his neck, among many other bones as he hit the Wall with a sickening thud. The pilot became one with the windshield.... which perhaps we need reconsider the name of, given the amount of time spent in endless space. But last that, the driver of said ship was pasted in a bloody heap as he sailed past Morrigan who had taken charge of driving. Unlocking her body she pep up and exited, followed by her Tog co-accused. She bulleted along the beachead
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