Aydyn
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Post by Aydyn on Jan 3, 2021 8:17:38 GMT -8
On the north side of the city, Aydyn handed over some credits to a young selkath groom. The melodious musing of large creatures trumpeted across the the paddock. Large stalls were arranged off of the city, full of the ocean water and holding the imported Aiwhas of Kamino. Aydyn was far more fond of living mounts when compared to the mechanical counterparts so learning of this place had been a real treat.
A willowy kaminoan stepped out of his office and bowed towards Aydyn.
"Are you certain you would not like an aid or escort?"
The man looked nervous, as if he did not approve of the idea of sending out his precious mounts. Aydyn offered the stable master a half smile in an attempt to reassure him.
"This isn't my first Aiwha ride, Di Kut. I am rather fond of the beasties, and will take great care of it."
And he would. While Aydyn was not quite fond of the sentient species of the galaxy, a beast that could get him from point A to point B in a timely fashion was absolutely worth caring for. It was far easier to bond with such creatures.
Di Kut just nodded is head and stepped to the side for Aydyn to pass to the staging pen.
"We have prepared, Juula for your journey today. However you should know, we just discovered that she is in the early stages of pregnancy and may be a bit sluggish..."
Aydyn paused in his steps. While the news was wonderful from a certain point of view, he needed speed not sluggishness. "Di Kut, I can't take a sluggish mount to the other side of the ocean for several days. Do you have any others available?" Aydyn's voice was firm, though still polite.
Di Kut wrung his hands. Aydyn was not able to tell if the kaminoan was legitimately concerned for his stock or if he was angling for more credits. Aydyn narrowed his eyes and smiled for real, needlelike teeth gleaming in the rising sun of Pyrshak. Di Kut seemed to gulp. "No games, Di Kut. I need a mount that can be fast. I don't care if it is green as the grass on Dantooine. I cannot take your Juula and assure her safety."
The kaminoan nodded then called to one of his selkath grooms to ready June.
"I have a new stud. The rest of my stock, aside from Juula and June, are part of a construction project on the industrial side of town."
Aydyn nodded. Then Di Kut continued, "I won't charge you extra, if you bring him back both alive, well, and broken of his proclivities..."
The calnennore man smirked, and offered a hand to Di Kut. "Di Kut, next time just lead with the challenge, we might get on far better."
Aydyn walked to the back of the paddock where the wild June was being saddled. The Aiwha was young, smaller, not used to the saddle. He was a little older than a yearling. Aydyn reached out to the creature through the Force and listened to the thoughts of the beast. Fear. Anger. Curiosity.
The selkath finished applying the saddle and pulled the reigns of the beast towards Aydyn. Aydyn took the reigns and set his palm against June's flank. Using his hand as a focus, he let his own calm radiate into June, stilling him and giving him a sense of ease. Before mounting though, Aydyn let June get a good smell of him. Wide nostrils flared once more as June caught the scent of a predator. Again, Aydyn sent forth a wave of calm towards June. "You'll get used to it." Aydyn muttered softly to June.
He still didn't mount the aiwha. Instead he ran his hands along the length of the best, over his wings, along his back. He wanted the creature to be familiar with him before getting on it's back. Di Kut watched, a little surprised that Aydyn had been serious about not being a first timer. "Di Kut, does he know the commands yet?"
Di Kut coughed gently then shook his head. "Quite green then." Aydyn nodded. This would be faster to just rip off the band aid. June was calm, though still a bit fidgety with the saddle. Aydyn hauled himself onto the saddle and braced for the bucking.
June leaped into the air with a start and a loud bleating. Aydyn dug in his knees and gripped the reigns to turn June's head away from the dock and out over the open ocean. The creature writhed and wriggled beneath Aydyn trying to buck him off but also moving in the direction they needed to go. Aydyn resigned himself to a long couple of days.
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Kaine Australis
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Post by Kaine Australis on Jan 4, 2021 5:13:53 GMT -8
Vegemite Enclave fightercraft from the small patrol flotilla in orbit make a flyby of Ahto City. A few of the fighters waggle their wings as they pass, seeing some civilians on the ground waving at the strange looking craft. The Death Seed was a strange looking fighter, almost ugly, so they could hardly be blamed for staring.
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Aydyn
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Post by Aydyn on Jan 18, 2021 8:53:20 GMT -8
While Aydyn was off on other errands, Penelope was overseeing the construction of the kolto facility on the western end of the city along with the implementation of the spa on the north side of town. She was somewhat overwhelmed to be honest. The contractors had their business relatively streamlined, enough so she didn't have much to do in her roll. She was finding it difficult to not micromanage the process since she was so far removed. She had run across the city at least six times to be at one site or the other to make sure things were progressing. She panted slightly as she finally got back to the shuttle. To find both Avarath and Otto staring at her. The togorian smoothed her fur and looked affronted by their stares. "What?"
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Avarath
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Post by Avarath on Jan 21, 2021 16:43:50 GMT -8
*Avarath stroked Otto eyeing Penelope with fractured eyes. Today was not a fully lucid day, but she could recognize it as such.* "You need to let the selkath do what they will do. Running yourself ragged will only wear you down and frazzle you. Take a nap."
*She stood and stretched, long and lithe.* "I need a drink."
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Kaalin Karr
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Post by Kaalin Karr on Jan 27, 2021 16:17:14 GMT -8
Kaine Australis - This is a closed SL between myself, Kaine and other VE members who wish to participate. Please DM me with your intentions, and I'll be happy to respond.___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Ahto CityAhto city sat in darkness, with pockets of light scattered around the city. A quick glance upwards would bring curiosity to those who were intrigued by its beauty. Even with the absence of a moon, one couldn't help but stare at the stars covering the night sky. So many possibilities were out there, and those who dreamed could reach out touch them if they dared. Rioala continued to stare upwards, holding a glass of ale from one of the local breweries. He took another sip of it, only to reveal how little was left. He swirled it around the mug, watching as it bounced from side to side. He braced himself to down it, but suddenly lost the urge to do so. In fact he suddenly lost the urge to do anything. His face began to go numb, his body and limbs quickly followed. He wasn't feeling pain, in fact he couldn't feel anything. His vision quickly dissipated until it was filled with darkness, and finally he slumped to the floor with stillness. A selkath manuvered out of the shadows behind him, crouched low with a blade in her hand. "One down..." She muttered, before moving down the alleyway back into the darkness. The violence continued in the coming minutes, one by one the unsuspected fell without warning. Blood was spilled viciously, and yet no one suspected a thing. The shadows moved around what was now revealed to be a kolto processing plant, one that was newly built in the west side of Ahto City. Each guard that was assigned to protect the outer perimeter of the facility was killed with nothing but a whisper in the wind. The female selkath that butchered poor Rioala was now standing above a pool of water just inside the perimeter of the fence. She stared intently, her eyes filled with blood and rage. She stared and stared, but suddenly snapped away with a pull of her arm. "Continue the assault, were not finished." She nodded towards her companion and leaped into the pool. Several other beings leaped into the water with her, blades held in their palms. The maritime creatures darted through the water, using the now tunnel to breach the inner corridors of the plant. The other side revealed a large open room filled with containers, kolto processors and other large objects. The group of selkath emerged from the water quietly, glancing from side to side. The room was empty at the moment, but given enough time that would surely change. "Apprehend the scientists, kill the rest." The group acknowledged the voice in unison, and slowly crept out of the water. A voice was heard quietly from down the hall, now approaching the room and growing louder with every step. "Within a few weeks, we should be able to produce enough for our first shipment out. Faster then I anticipated, but I swear my calculations weren't far off." The human female paused, then turned to her companion. "Your calculations were fine, It seems we underestimated the processing power of these new machines thats all." The selkath replied, now clutching the datapad in her hand. "Why don't you come and.." She was suddenly interrupted when a shadow emerged from behind her. A blade now pressed against her neck. The human female attempted to scream, but another shadow emerged to cover her mouth. The two struggled for control, but were quickly incapacitated by the mysterious attackers.The human scientist awoke from her slumber, her head reeling with pain. Her mouth was gagged, her hands restrained behind her back. She looked around and found herself in the same room that she entered previously, but something was different. She continued her scan around the room and began to panic. In the corner of the room was a pile of corpses stacked on top of each other. Each one wearing a different uniform, but all seemingly guards from the facility. She tried to yell but the gag in her mouth muffled her voice. She looked to her left and noticed her companion from earlier kneeling beside her. She too was gagged and restrained. She looked past her, and noticed several other scientists were left in the same predicament. She looked up in front of her, a selkath branishing a Fira walked by with a smile on his face. His eyes filled with darkness, his cephalic lobes tattered and hanging low off his mouth. He began to lean in towards the scientist, but was interrupted by another. "It's time to make the broadcast, to your positions.". He nodded enthusiastically in response, and made his way behind the the line of scientists. The other members of the group followed suit, while one stayed in front with a holo projector in front of him. Once the other members were in position, the creature activated the projector and took a slight step backwards. "Greetings fellow citizens of Ahto. I have come to you with exciting news. I have brought to you a solution for all our problems. The people that wish to steal our resources from those who truly deserve it, have been brought up for trial." He now points towards the group of scientists behind him, grinning from ear to ear. "I will not allow our people to be robbed by these colonial monsters. Members of the government, listen closely. Cut your ties with the outsiders of Manaan, or we will burn this city to the ground." He paused for a moment, then motioned one of the selkath behind the scientists forward. "Follow our command, or these scientists will suffer the consequences. Disobey us entirely, and well, you won't wanna know what else we have planned." He made another motion, and the selkath behind the scientists moved quickly forward. He gripped the selkath scientist by her cephalic lobes and pressed the blade against her neck. The motion he made was quick, the violence however was ruthless. The other scientists attempted to scream, but they too were muffled by the gags in place. "The choice is yours, let's hope you choose wisely. The Order of Shasa has returned, and we don't intend to leave anytime soon."
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Dolmin Teague
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Post by Dolmin Teague on Feb 11, 2021 11:30:37 GMT -8
Sailing through the skies after clearing the atmospheric reentry, and finally allowing the ship's shields to have a break from the frozen vacuum of space as well as the searing heat of the atmosphere shifting around the vessel, the Shen'Paak dipped through the clouds into the open, sunny skies of Manaan's ocean surface. The waves below glistened with brilliant sunlight reflecting off of them, and Dolmin could see the magnificence of Ahto City coming into view. The approach vector for Dock E-17 was clear, so Dolmin brought his ship on in and landed the Barloz-class freighter in the hangar with ease. When the ship touched down, he began running the post-flight checks and transmitting to the hangar control room that he was going to need cleanup and repair crews for the inside of his freighter. He would at least get the cabling and paneling taken care of while he was here offloading his cargo and getting everything ready for transport; which was the next thing he arranged for, the offloading of his cargo onto skiffs that would be leaving Ahto City for the Mortus. Supposedly, it was some sort of fortress that the Vegemite Enclave was going to be taking over. Dolmin's shipment was supposed to be one of many that was heading out there to legitimize that claim, or so they said.*
*Walking out of the cockpit, Dolmin stepped back into the common area. There, he found his passenger, the Dark Lord himself, Nexus.
"Master Malakaii, we've touched down, and I've got a couple of droid crews that will be coming in to offload our shipments and start on repairs here in the common area. If you'd like, we can either retire to my quarters to discuss our next steps, or we can wait until later, I'll leave the choice up to you."
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Lord Nexus
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Post by Lord Nexus on Feb 13, 2021 8:19:35 GMT -8
"Master Malakaii, we've touched down, and I've got a couple of droid crews that will be coming in to offload our shipments and start on repairs here in the common area. If you'd like, we can either retire to my quarters to discuss our next steps, or we can wait until later, I'll leave the choice up to you."
Unbeknownst to the Captain, a fragment of Nexus' soul resided on Manaan, and not in the sentimental sense. There was literally a piece of him here, and the Dark Lord could feel it. That was what he sought to find, hopefully with the aid of Dolmin.
Upon suggestion of retiring to discuss the future arrangement, the Sith shook his head."It would be best to meet later. I must meet with your employers in person - and I will be sure to mention the damage wrought to your common area to ensure you receive ample compensation. Once I get a sense of the situation, we may proceed. Will you be joining me to meet them, or would you prefer to oversee the ship's offloading?" Darth Nexus was ironically a fish out of water on the aquatic planet. He knew precious little of the politics and current situation apart from what Lord Sinistra told him. He needed to be briefed and brought up to speed as to why his old colleague thought it was wise to break him from his prison. |
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Dolmin Teague
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Post by Dolmin Teague on Feb 13, 2021 9:25:41 GMT -8
Dolmin considered for a moment what the hume's invitation actually meant. By walking into the private meeting, he would likely gain an opportunity to meet someone of substantial note within the Enclave's organizational structure. It could be a potential benefit to him, since more face time meant that they would remember him when the time came for other possible work. On the other hand, imposing himself on their meeting might be seen as him being an affront to them; by suggesting he was important enough to sit in on their private discussions, he would be stating to them that be believed himself to be a bit too important. A mercenary was just that - a hired hand. No, Dolmin would rather fulfill his contract in its totality, ensuring a job well done. If he was needed for anything beyond that, then they would know where to find him.Shaking his head, Dolmin let a long breath out through his nostril atop his head, the resulting "HAUUM" sound echoing throughout the cabin.
"I've seen you safely to Ahto City Starport, and I've been tasked with ensuring my cargo arrives at the Mortus in the same manner. So, I will see to that first, and should the Enclave or yourself have need of me, I will be standing by at the loading bay. But," Dolmin stated genuinely "since I am going the same way, I'd be willing to give you a lift to the Mortus on the cargo skiff I've chartered. It'll be quicker than you having to hunt down private transport, if you don't mind slumming it with your chauffeur..." He said with a chuckle
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Avarath
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Post by Avarath on Mar 19, 2021 14:40:55 GMT -8
*Avarath had managed to scale one of the tallest silos in the industrial block of the city. She noted that Aydyn's construction crews had finished their business and the larger scale operation of kolto extraction had begun. She frowned slightly. The stuff was death to her kind when concentrated, a mere itchy annoyance as dilute as it was in the ocean water here.
Nevertheless, it was important to the enclave. Galactic domination? Fun and games? Were they the same. She had never quite understood it, but finding herself awakened on Thyferra basically at their doorstop from a Force induced coma had brought her down this path. And now.... now she was brooding on top of a water tower basically staring at the horizon line the floating city drifted towards.
What was she doing here? Why was she still clinging to this place? Aydyn had his schemes - as grand as those might be. But her? She had lucid moments, and then not so lucid moments - and a cat boy that doted on her like a puppy.
She shook her head - green hair brittle and flying about her in a cloud. There was nothing left for her but an empty pit of despair and wretched longing to no longer deal with the pain of holding it together day in and day out.
A deep sigh escaped her. It would be easy enough to lose her balance, plummet to the pavement and become no more than meat. Easy enough to call Sinistra "my lady," and meet a quick end from a laser sword. Easy enough to sit in the wake of a Mon Calamari freighter's sublight engines... But no. Her brain traversed to these dark places, contemplating endings, gruesome or tame, but in the end, she chose to keep living. One more day, holding it together one more day. Terrified by thoughts of "will I be me tomorrow?"
She sat there on the tower, sun dipping into the Manaan ocean, leg swinging in a rhythm to match the waves that lapped the city's sloped edges. Beyond sheer spite to keep on, what was the point of living anyway? When ambition and drive no longer sated your lust for life, what was left to you? Just go through the motions and do what is expected of you? Seek religion? Bash children's brains in and spread them across the city's dumpsters? Revel in draining the lifeblood of those with no touch of power?
Again she sighed. Even the thought of drinking the blood of every Selkath in Ahto didn't spark joy tonight.*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Mar 30, 2021 11:18:13 GMT -8
*Manaan was lit. The Old man had taught Morrigan two ways to enter a planet; Screaming Fenian or quiet as a mouse. She chose the latter. Dealing with any military presence invoked terror in normal human being. Morrigan was everything but. The landing was actually made easy by the mayhem. She could move around Ahto blindfolded, so familiar the woman was with the city. At the hospital, She was passed by the standard bureaucratic nonsense in a heartbeat. And there she was standing in front of a somber group of Selkath elders
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Selkathl Elders
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Post by Selkathl Elders on Mar 30, 2021 11:51:29 GMT -8
*One Elder stepped forward. They were really resisting nothing. The whole affair was quite confusing. There was no real military presence. The Old man had inspired fear beyond doubt. A less recognized attribute was how he developed loyalty. Quietly She told Morrigan that she knew. The att scored were everything but discrete. She then spoke openly* -Elder- "This.... is him..... I'm so sorry. He was going with a grenade we surmise. It went off accidently. The remains were cremated. She handed Morrigan the package and embraced the girl* - Elder- "I am so sorry...."
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Mar 30, 2021 12:31:17 GMT -8
*Morrigan listened. The Old man would have truly choked up at the response. With vomit in his throat over the sap that flowed with every syllable. The apology was heartfelt and she embraced each member of the group. Finally she left. First business.... The bedlam of the 'invasion' actually assisted movement in the city. Morrigan visited the IF bank. She enjoyed access to the most secure parts of the banking system. With help of the resident computer geek, one Mr Smelly Fishguts, She stripped and re distributed every last drop of IF investments. She preceded to kill Fishguts, neatly slicing his throat, then dropping the man behind his desk. And she greased every other staff member in the institution. Quietly. Then Morrigan went the vault. Double palm identification then Access code. Luckily the severed hand of an employee And Her own sufficed. She entered. The work began. Extracting the most prized items was quite easy actually. Contacting the most valued business associates, every last one of whom she knew personally was relatively easy. one group message covered many. And several personal calls to covert operators. then she hurriedly planted thermal detanators in strategic locations throughout the building, all set on a very short timer. Tossing her hair back booked it. But split seconds after her departing the devices timed out. The massive explosion was lost in the bedlam of the reckless assault. Morrigan shook her head at what she was witnessing. The Old man was the most brutal person she had ever met. And he was brilliant politically. Pissing in the natives sacred pool was not exactly engendering loyalty. How did he say it? Yes. "Like a bunch of drunken Tuskens." She mutered* "Amadants...." *T!he woman quickly located and entered the ship on which she arrived and left
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The Holy Man
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Post by The Holy Man on Apr 1, 2021 11:42:37 GMT -8
The seemingly nondescript Star Courier Romulus made its way from orbit into the sky above Manaan, heading towards the hangars in Ahto City. It navigated traffic with no issues as it found a private docking bay and landed. As the boarding ramp open four individuals clad in AV-1S armor descended from the ship. Their leader, Juna Traest, stopped and turned to form a circle and address the team.
Alright, you know why we're here. Primary objective is recon and information gathering. We're not here to start trouble.
That means you two. Keep those weapons holstered and don't piss off the locals.
The man turned to the other two junior members of their team, lording over them with what little seniority he had. One of the two younger members just shook her head and responded.
You're one to talk, old man.
Just as Edson Traest was about to argue, Juna Traest reached out and smacked the man in the side of the helmet.
Knock it off. We are not screwing up in front of Howler Prime. Got it? Now let's go.
Juna Traest didn't wait for a response before turning and walking towards the hangar doors that led into the city. The two younger members followed her, with her husband Edson following behind as he jokingly muttered under his breath.
You're lucky you're cute.
Love you too.
We heard that.
Contrary to the way they carried themselves at times, the Howlers were an incredibly tight-knit group of well trained and dangerous individuals. When things got serious, not a single one of them would hesitate to do what needed to be done to protect the rest.
For now the group made their way quietly into Ahto City, headed for their target location.
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Selkathl Elders
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Post by Selkathl Elders on Apr 5, 2021 15:00:38 GMT -8
*ThaSelkath elders were quite calm amidst the chaos. A certain type of anonymity and indeed comfort could be enjoyed in the midst of such havoc. Still they longer for the quiet of the Old man's influence. That noted, contact with his granddaughter was enthusiastically received and detailed long established plans set in motion. These newcomers were an interesting lot. She wondered why. Moreover she wondered if they knew just what they were doing.... The most vocal among them spoke* -Ga'wanar- "What are they doing???" *The group was silent. At last Ihassa responded* -Ihassa- "I don't think that they really know themselves...." We were all here when An Tiarna had that beachhead built. " *Nodding with a chuckle* -Ihassa- "Remember?" "grain by grain of soil. Brick by brick.... ". *Silence was all that came in response. Then Shak Los spoke* -Shak Los- "Do you think they realize that the structural integrity of the whole edifice rests the on the placement of that building?" *All was quiet for a time then a voice rose* -Ga'wanar- "They will...."
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 7, 2021 20:21:16 GMT -8
*An old man walked slowly through the bedlam. Any of the Old school would know him well, and he had nothing to hide; this was Aogan O'Rathaill himself, Sean chi, or in the standard tongue, Old teller. He carried in his head the oral history, one which he had overseen being preserved in the textual form for decades upon decades.... To the unobservant he was no more than a ragged old man. But he was so much more. The undisputed authority on the history of Oglaigh na Irandoideanna, and of the people and place from where it came. So softly he walked for one wielding such a heavy stick. Knowledge was a weapon. And on he walked, soft and slow. His pupils and colleges awaited*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 24, 2021 11:11:13 GMT -8
O'Rathaille, sean chi of Oglaigh na Irandoideanne schemed with his closest confidants, two students and eight Druidesses, the latter buck naked but for their elaborate tribal tattoes, which covered them from head to toe.... Archaic remnants of a Time long gone they may well be but certainly they were not without resources. Manaan was being attacked. He spoke: -O'Rathallie - "An Tiarna, after playing with one too many incendiary device, now Rests in Pieces and a gaggle of lunatics hath runeth is down; we must make like the Red Sea and split." The ship stood on a roof landing pad. Sentinel class. Crewed to boot. The men knew O'Rathallie - who didn't? The living Voice of the IF oral tradition. They not only allowed the man to load the vessel; they helped. Whispering in an ear O'Rathallie and his entourage board last and the ship lifted off and was gone. It intended not a stitch of harm; this was an evacuation. It rose up and was gone
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Aydyn
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Post by Aydyn on May 25, 2021 13:31:03 GMT -8
Aydyn moved through the corridors of the kolto facility with Avarath in tow. It was not an irregular inspection, but there was some oddness surrounding the reasons as to why the two Thallassans were prowling through the buildings. Several of the selkath workers had gone missing over a period of several weeks.
It was not completely unheard of for individuals to go missing for a span of days. Most of the workers were free to do as they pleased as long as the work was done and product made it to the place it was supposed to on time. After all, the business fueled multiple services around the galaxy from kolto refinery to seafood provider. However, the number of workers missing was increasing and the time for which they were missing was starting to hurt the numbers.
Aydyn stopped in the middle of the hall and listened to the whir of machinery behind walls, the soft glow of glow rods illuminating the twisted mass of tattoos along his face. He frowned and looked at the doors to either side of him and then off to the end of the hall. "Kriff if I know how to get untangled from this maze..."
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Avarath
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Post by Avarath on May 25, 2021 13:38:16 GMT -8
*Ava rolled her eyes.* "Unlimited power, you said. Untold connections through the Nen, and you get lost in a hallway?" *She spat on the floor disgusted by his oversight. She stuck her head into the hallway and sucked in a breath. The smell of the facility was mechanical and greasy, but the smell of the sea still mired the walls and halls. She immediately turned in the direction of the strongest of smells - either she would find the exit to the sun or the intake for the kolto infused water. For her at least either would serve as an exit.* "Those who rely upon the Nen for all their actions will always fail." *She brushed past him and stalked down the hall.*
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Lance
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Post by Lance on May 25, 2021 14:00:56 GMT -8
*Magnus, a stocky selkath slated to read passports at port the authority today stared at the humanoid standing before him. This was an odd one for sure.*
"What are you?"
*It just came out suddenly! Such an inappropriate move on his part, shame immediately blossomed in a purplish blush across his gills.
But the humanoid just looked confused and tilted his head. Could he really not know simple Basic? Magnus immediately coughed and tried to look apologetic before calling over a protocol droid. The droid was a shiny silver all over with glowing orange photoreceptors. The humanoid seemed more perplexed as the droid made it's way towards them.*
"C-4FR7, can you try a couple of the trade languages? Our guest doesn't seem to speak Basic..."
*The droid began chirping through several languages, starting with a weird clipped language that the humanoid frowned briefly at but responded to. The droid quickly swapped to another variety of sounds that were similar to the first but seemed to get a better response from the humanoid.*
This is Lance, and he is on planet for business hoping to be here for no more than a month. He has to claim his hair as an agricultural concern.
*Magnus blinked for a moment before asking the droid to clarify* "Beg yer pardon? His hair?"
Oh, yes sir. The gentleman houses a symbiont that may react poorly with the other algal species in the ocean. Though I believe there are several others of his species on the planet...
*The droid's eyes flickered a bit while it checked through the data banks.*
There are two Thallassans in the Ahto City and they are setting up a kolto refinery on the western edge of the city.
*C-4FR7 relayed the information to Lance who quirked an eyebrow and asked several questions in the language Magnus thought sounded like a symphony of gulls fighting over a fish stick. There was a piece of him that was deeply disturbed by the sound, especially when Lance smiled. The features looked like any other humanoid, save the weirdly colored skin, and the flattened nose, and maybe the pointy ears... and those eyes... Magnus shuddered as Lance looked him in the eye handing over his papers for inspection. Magnus gulped but looked over the documents like he was supposed to do.
Everything seemed to be in order, so he stamped the papers and wrote in a segment about the agricultural concern, then instructed C-4FR7 to escort the fellow to the agricultural claims station. Lance took back his papers and followed the droid with a friendly wave in Magnus's direction. Magnus shuddered, and turned to the next in line.*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jul 8, 2021 2:00:57 GMT -8
The surface of a city, and by that we the mean the area found from ground to approximately a half meter up. An entire world exists in this unique space. A world scarcely effected by humanoids, lest something obstructed their movement, like having the audacity to stand in their way, or defecate in their doorsteps. Then those who ignored you existence screamed, yelled, threw things at you and the like. A dirty white creature stalked The market square of The The Tooka knew the nature of these loud, filthy, ugly beings that he had the misfortune to live among. Coming to a halt the beast wolfed down a still kicking fish, care of the owners of Ahto Fine Fish, one of the hundreds of stores in the city specialising in sea food. Fancy that on an ocean planet. Who would have guessed? Past that pathetic attempt at sarcasm, the cat scarcely finished swallowing the fish when a scaling knife whizzed by so close it nearly parted The Tooka's hair. And at that a bluish grey streak disappeared tore away leaving not a trace of being there only seconds before
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