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Post by Cecilia “Cici” Seario on Jan 1, 2019 1:03:06 GMT -8
Although a small part of her wished that she had declined the invitation to visit the capital city on “state business”, she couldn’t deny the fact that she somewhat enjoyed these formal receptions. This one in particular was a response to the unexpected arrival of an envoy from the First Order. A welcome visitor, and so a ball had, of course, been prepared in order to satisfy Alderaan’s long traditions of hospitality. She had met some government officials and other important figureheads of Alderaanian society, whom she would have to work with over the coming years, but she felt confident in her ability to handle them. But, at the end of the day, she was tired, and impatiently waited while the speeder she was driving sped across the empty skyway towards the Seario Estate. Until, out of nowhere, she heard the scream of a starship engine streaking through the air, followed by a large explosion.
Turning her head to the right and tilting it backwards slightly, she was able to make out a charcoal pillar of smoke billowing up from a clearing adjacent to the verdant forests that grew in this region, barely outlined against the inkiness of the night sky. In fact, the only indication it was there, aside from the crimson flames that were licking at the base of the smoke, was the fact that the patch of sky was dark, and no twinkling stars could be seen, likeight shining through a pinhole. Stopping her speeder, she turned the silvery colored vehicle around and sped towards the crash site, dodging bushes, trees, and the occasional barrier. Finally, she arrived at the crash site.
The ship in question had been painted a dull, Star Destroyer grey, a color that she wholeheartedly detested. Stepping off the bike, she silently thanked herself for changing before heading back from the party. High heels simply didn’t work when trying to walk across anything that wasn’t polished marble, and though her leather boots weren’t as efficient as possible, it was far better than the crystalline slippers she had worn for the ball. Stepping over a few rocks, and some shards of metal, she could tell this was no Alderaanian vessel the more and more she eyed it. The design was clearly something mass produced for warfare or transport, something that highlighted it as not belonging to the Alderaanian government. The twisted, contorted metal form before her burned, giving the impression that this was a scene out of some book. Examining what was left of the wreck, there were clearly no identifying marks left over on the charred surface of what was left of the ship’s hull, and entering the ship could prove a deadly mistake. However, she sensed something nearby, on the very edge of the forest. Something... no, two things... alive. Instinctively drawing her lightsaber, she ignited the pure white blade and stepped forward into the darkness, shielded from the dim orange light provided by the flames. Conjuring the Force, she created a small orb of light to illuminate the base of the tree. And there, lying before her, were an ashen haired woman, knocked to the ground, and an evidently perplexed man. Reattaching her blade to her hip, she examined the being that stood before her. He was certainly a fine specimen of a human, no doubt. Although there seemed to be something a off about the man, Cecilia chalked this up to the fact that his ship had just crashed. No, there was something that had drawn her here to aid this crashed pilot. He was evidently strong in the Force, as was the woman that lay in the shade of the tree. Interesting. Perhaps this could be of use after all. Calling out, her voice sounded more inquisitive than the usual condescending tone she adopted in conversation.
“I’m assuming you’re lost?”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2019 14:10:20 GMT -8
He had the energy to do little more than sit there and watch as the flames burned, eager for fuel. Thankfully what ever made the metallic vessel capable of flight through space had been undamaged and sealed off from danger. His attention, however, was quickly drawn to the arrival of a new person. He pushed himself to his feet as he saw the orange blade come into sight. Although he did not particularly recognise what it was, he could tell when someone was holding a weapon.
He reached for his bowcasters then, stopping as he got a good look at the raven haired beauty that stood before him, as she seemed to extinguish the blade. The hilt sitting upon hip. He gripped his hand to his side then, feeling the pain of what he suspected was likely a cracked rib. His gaze sweeping over the woman to take in as much detail as he could
Lost... I suppose you could say that... More like stranded...
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Post by Cecilia “Cici” Seario on Jan 1, 2019 19:47:27 GMT -8
Not quite willing to trust the stranger before her, Cecilia stood her ground, keeping a stable distance between her and the other man. Evidently he had been injured by the crash, though he didn't seem to quite understand what was happening. He seemed to be eyeing the shuttle with some curiosity and disbelief, as if he had never seen one before. Her curiosity was starting to get the better of her. Not only was he Force sensitive, but the moonlight seemed to be reflecting off... mail armor? She had never seen a suit of the stuff outside of a museum or holoprojection. And two swords strapped to his back, oddly enough. Certainly out of place on the soft, technologically advanced world of Alderaan. Though she could not deny that the man was... well sculpted. More so than any man she had seen previously, and that was just with a simple glance. Perhaps there was more still he was hiding under the armor... she stopped herself. Now was not the time for this. Stepping away for a moment, she returned with a batch field projector to Drauchir, who was even more confused than before. Twisting the small metal piece atop the sleek device, she carefully approached the individual, ready to project a Force barrier at a moment's notice should he attempt to attack. Holding out the small field projector for him to see, he was evidently unsure of what the object was. Smiling, she kneeled down next to him.
"This device will heal you. Just sit back and... try to relax. I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to have to cut off your chest armor to use it..."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2019 21:52:52 GMT -8
He watched with confusion as she silently stepped away. Saying nothing of what she was doing or where she was going. With his efforts better spent conserving his strength, he set himself back down against the tree. Unclasping the buckles that held his twin blades across his back, he set them down upon the ground just as the strange woman returned, holding some sort of device. If he had the strength to fight back, he might have.
But he had neither the strength, nor desire to do so. If she wanted to attack him, she'd had a far more impressive weapon with which to do so before. He smirked as she spoke of him relaxing and the need for her to have to cut his chest armour off. An idea that actually made him give a weak laugh
Are you really that eager to see me naked? You know this does come undone right?
Despite the pain, he unclasped several more buckles, releasing the shoulder pads first. Then the chest plate. He then took his gloves off. Allowing him to then remove the padded shirt, which his abdomen mail armour was connected to. He set everything to the side as he removed it, before turning his attention back to the enchantress that was offering him aide. A bruise showing rather clearly on his left side, despite the main scars that marked his torso
Thank you... for your help...
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Post by Cecilia “Cici” Seario on Jan 2, 2019 12:13:00 GMT -8
Cecilia couldn’t help exhaling slightly upon hearing his comment. Seemed all men were the same, regardless of where they came from. She did have to admit though, there was the tiniest bit of her that wanted to oblige him. She decided to play along as she went to work, placing the field generator on the ground while she got out some things from the speeder’s in-built first aid to dress the wound as he removed his chest armor.
“All in good time...”
Absentmindedly making this sarcastic remark, she let out a short gasp at the sight that awaited her. He certainly was... impressive. If she thought he looked good with his armor on, Cecilia was certainly not expecting this, though she didn’t know what she was expecting. He was certainly... very well built. Suddenly, that little bit of her that wanted to indulge his request began to become not so insignificant. Pushing such thoughts to the back of her mind, she took a pair of tweezers and began removing some of the metal shrapnel that had evidently pierced the man’s armor when the ship’s Hyperdrive had been damaged. As she did, she observed the scars covering his body. There were quite a few of them; evidently, he was a great warrior. Thankfully, there weren’t many pieces of metal that had gotten lodged into him, so she was able to quickly dksimfect those wounds before moving on to the more substantial injury. Thankfully, she had some minimal healing skill, aside from her training that allowed her to drain the life force of others, which was exactly what she didn’t need right now.
“You can thank me later, right now I’ve got to tend to your wounds.”
Now, to the bruise. Screwing the cap off the bio-gel field, she held the skin around the bruise taut, freezing for a moment. Solid muscle. Impressive indeed. She couldn’t stop herself from letting out a small expression of surprise.
“Oh my...”
Carefully attaching the field projector to the area of the bruise, she watched as small waves of green began eminating from the small device. As it began repairing the damage to the man’s ribs. Walking back to the small field kit she had laid out for herself, she picked up a bandage and waited for the field to do its work...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2019 20:41:27 GMT -8
He smirked as she snarked at his comment. She was certainly quite the mystery. Reminding him a lot of the Sorceresses of his home land. They too, held an unnaturally beautiful complexion much like the woman before him. So he had no complaints as she started placing her hands upon his chest. Removing scraps of metal and tending to the various minor injuries he had incurred.
But he was not the only one taken aback by the sight of the other. His keen senses picking up on small changes in her breathing and heart beat. Both oh which spiked as she placed her hands upon his chest proper to apply some gel like substance. He gave her a wink
Never felt real muscles on a man before huh? Ahhh....
He winced a little as the small device she had placed on his bruise started up and seemed to be reversing the damage that had been done internally. He lifted his gaze from the small metallic device to raven beauty. Recognizing the items she held as bandages which she had retrieved from some kind of transport
You're pretty brave, to be helping racing off into the forest alone and helping the survivors of a... what ever that is...
He motioned toward the ship then. While he had been taught of the ancient technology his ancestors once used, There was still much he did not understand about any of it. His gaze then fell upon Eryneth. Hearing the young girls faint heartbeat, a sign that she yet lived
Speaking of... Since you've already started helping me, would you mind checking on her? It's fine, you can feel my chest again afterwards, I promise...
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Post by Cecilia “Cici” Seario on Jan 3, 2019 5:10:18 GMT -8
“It’s a freighter. You’ve never seen one before?”
Curious. She had never seen anyone on Alderaan who didn’t know what a spaceship was. In fact, in the galaxy at large, most at least understood what a spacecraft was, save for a few primitive tribes of native alien races. And this man was evidently human. Clearly there was more to him than she first thought. Unable to leave his side for now, while the machine stabilised itself, she reached over for a moment and grabbed another field projector. Evidently, the young woman’s injuries were much more severe than... whoever this was. A small light on the in-use projector winked green, meaning that the device had now stabilised. Smirking at Drauchir, Cecilia walked over to Eryneth. Evidently, she would require much more extensive care. A few hours in a bacta tank would hopefully restore her to full strength. Unsure as to what exactly had harmed her, she looked back to Drauchir, a look of worry crossing her features.
“Do you know what happened to her?”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2019 20:02:42 GMT -8
He did his best to listen to the word she spoke. Trying his best to memorize the pronunciation of what she called it. Though the metallic ship's name wasn't exactly what he had meant when he had indicated toward it
Such things are... rare where I come from... Though I more meant... hmmm, what's the word... when something comes to a rather fast stop...
He turned his attention toward Eryneth then, as the woman examined her. He had suspected her condition was not exactly great, but the look of concern that the stranger gave indicated things were worse than they seemed. Truth be told, he couldn't exactly remember much of what had happened to himself. So to have to try and describe what had occurred to Eryneth was going to prove challenging
I'm.... not exactly sure... She was in one of the storage bays... When I found her, she was laying beneath the armour of Tyrael... One of our Gods. Only she knows what happened to her for sure unfortunately...
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Post by Shaxad on Jan 12, 2021 1:15:13 GMT -8
Mountains shook and the ground heaved beneath the foot as Zugh'ithorc the Eternal Stone was birthed upon New Alderaan. A band of Knights had been dispatched after hearing about a group accused of practising black magic. But they were not ready as the massive stone beast broke free from the mountain side, sending lava spewing everywhere. Several of the Knights were consumed within that moment alone. The rest were crushed and killed as they sought to at first attack the beast and then try and retreat when it appeared their cause was lost
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