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Post by Marcus Starmane [RETIRED] on May 17, 2019 20:54:44 GMT -8
Thinking on what King Starmane had said, Lynne swirled the liquid in her glass.=Lynne=That sounds like quite the task to hand over to a doctor/captain. Even if I am a more inspiring figure, surely their are people more qualified to lead this initiative? |
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Lynne Jameroo
New Rebel Alliance
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on May 20, 2019 11:21:20 GMT -8
=Lynne=Then you can count on me, I'll make sure these people find a home and a way to thrive within the Coalition. She raised her glass to Marcus and down the rest of it before hold out her hand to shake his and seal the deal.That definitely got the attention of practically everyone around them, especially Graemon. In truth, he had anticipated this. After all, this was their first kiss in public, but, in truth, this was probably the twentieth time done. As she kissed him, he could see the journalists getting as many shots as they could before the kiss ended. He could only imagine the headline that went with the pictures they took.
Graemon joins in with the kiss though, letting the two enjoy this moment together. Although, this was a public showing to all. After it was all done, the Baron looks at the broad smile of Lynne, the Fondorian smiling himself and chuckling.I can only imagine what headline will be with the pictures the news took.Lynne was becoming a constant and welcomed companion. Certainly though, the kiss viewed by all confirmed their relation. Graemon stands with her for a moment before going back to dancing. This time, they were a bit closer together.I am glad we aren't shying from what we are becoming towards each other. In truth, Lynne... I felt I have been missing on something like this all my life. Thank you for opening my eyes so that I may share these moments and bond with you. I'm glad too. You make life so much brighter, even when I tend to those within the refugee camps, my spirit can't be crushed. Oh... and I think you meant "opening my EYE." She gave a pretty hardy giggle at her own joke before looking back up and giving the man another kiss.
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Post by Marcus Starmane [RETIRED] on May 20, 2019 20:23:27 GMT -8
Marcus smiled and nodded, raising his glass in celebration before downing the rest of his own drink
To a wonderful partnership and the people that shall benefit with new lives...
He took hold of her hand and gave it a good shake before letting go
Now, I best let you get back to your date, so the press can fawn over the pair of you for a bit longer...
He gave a wink, before heading back to the group, to find his daughter
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Graemon Gorgano
New Rebel Alliance
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on May 27, 2019 7:41:44 GMT -8
=Lynne=I'm glad too. You make life so much brighter, even when I tend to those within the refugee camps, my spirit can't be crushed. Oh... and I think you meant "opening my EYE." She gave a pretty hardy giggle at her own joke before looking back up and giving the man another kiss. |
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Lynne Jameroo
New Rebel Alliance
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on May 29, 2019 10:44:57 GMT -8
With another quick peck on the cheek, Lynne let her dance partner go, turning back to the rest of the party and mingling with some of the other dignitaries, though keeping the handsome Fondorian in her sight as often as possible.
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Post by Marcus Starmane [RETIRED] on Jun 7, 2019 22:47:48 GMT -8
With the discussion over, Marcus finally made his way back to Sahra to whisk her away to a table. Giving him a reprieve before the countless dignitaries would want to line up and meet with him. He took a sip of his drink as she chuckled at him
So... the discussion went well?
Yes. She has agreed to head up the project and publicly support it...
And here I thought you needed me by your side...
With her? No... it’s these other vultures that I need your help with...
Really Father? You’re so crude...
Marcus chuckled before taking another sip of his drink
And this is why I need you... I was elected King of the Fed Dub. These people though... they represent their own worlds and interests... And as a founding member of the Coalition, they are going to want favours... Favours that are going to come at a price...
I know... I’ll be here to let them down gently, don’t worry about it...
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Jacques Hu
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Post by Jacques Hu on Jun 11, 2019 16:42:10 GMT -8
Having sort of drifted off from the group Jacques had been mingling with the various people in attendance. Eventually though he saw
Graemon Gorgano approaching. What can I do for you Baron?
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Graemon Gorgano
New Rebel Alliance
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Jun 23, 2019 11:12:19 GMT -8
Having sort of drifted off from the group Jacques had been mingling with the various people in attendance. Eventually though he saw Graemon Gorgano approaching. What can I do for you Baron? |
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Bishop Kenobi
The Jedi Order
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Post by Bishop Kenobi on Jan 11, 2021 20:13:28 GMT -8
A flash of light brightens the space above the planet of Corellia as what remains of an MC80 Star Cruiser begins to violently break apart after its exit from hyperspace. The ship, very nearly destroyed in battle before it made the jump, had clearly seen its final day as the wrenching force of reemergence was enough to cause a catastrophic failure in the vessel's structural supports. The blaring of the klaxons within was quickly overpowered by the sound of explosions that rippled through the ship.
Many Quarren lives were lost as the ship broke apart in the vastness of space, though a number of escape pods did manage to jettison in time and float among the various pieces of wreckage as they hurtled in all directions.
Along with the escape pods, a single light transport managed to escape the cascade of destruction - but not without substantial damage to its landing gear. Its lone occupant used his considerable skills to pilot the vessel towards the surface of the planet below with a singular thought in mind that he could not help but put into words."Not again..."
The light was fading on the day as he walked through the amber fields toward his small but comfortable home where his Patricia and their two beautiful girls waited for him. He was a blessed man in many was and he sighed quietly, contentedly, knowing that. But still, he looked to the sky and something always tugged at his heart - a yearning, perhaps, to see just what untold wonders the stars might hold.
As it happened, at the exact moment he looked up into the sky, a great flash of light and a cascade of explosions joined the twinkling of the evening stars. He stood, awestruck, and stared at the awesome sight. He didn't know that the explosion was too far from the planet to actually do any damage to the surface, but fear still did not grip him. Even as the screeching of a transport ship broke the atmosphere before his eyes, flaming and breaking apart right in front of him as it hurtled towards the nearby Jedi Academy, he remained simply staring in wonder of it all.
As the explosions in the sky high above him burned their last, and the sound of the distressed ship that passed before him through the atmosphere faded away, the quiet of the night returned and the chirping of the insects set in and all was normal again. A cool breeze rolled across his face and he gave a low whistle as he turned and continued on towards his home and his girls.
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Post by Sabina Gaultieri on Apr 30, 2023 21:28:33 GMT -8
Northern Hemisphere - CDF Fort Nomad
The last time Sabina had been in the Nomad Mountains was to vacation in Doaba Guerfel, but the business that brought her here today was to meet with CDF Major General Grigore Cernea, the commander of Corellia's ground forces. Having spent the majority of her time thus far since the Corellian Council chose her to assume the role of Diktat working with CDF Admiral Orsina Biancari, the commander of Corellia's Naval forces as it was the hardest hit in the First Order's attack on the Corellian system, Sabina thought it was time to start establishing working relationships with the other major players in Corellia's military and in CorSec.
Cerna was pleasant enough, Sabina's past in the CDF's JAG Corps making it easy for them to find common ground and to understand one another. Like Sabina, Cernea is a native Corellian, though while she moved on to a civilian career, he has served in the CDF since he was old enough to enlist, rising through the ranks to his current position and having seen Corellia come under attack from outside forces, and recover, on more than one occasion. Cernea had shown Sabina around Fort Nomad, situated far south of Doaba Guerfel, and explained how Coreliia's ground forces were presently divided between Fort Nomad, a smaller base in Coronet, and a second Fort, Fort Auric, outside of Tyrena on Corellia's second continent. Cernea also had some budgetary requests, and suggestions about recruitment drives, which Sabina was more than happy to pass along the appropriate channels. With the economy of the Five Worlds still recovering from recent events, the budgetary requests will more likely than not take some time to fulfill, but Cernea seemed to understand that well enough.
As she checks her datapad while her shuttle ferries her back to Coronet, Sabina see that she has a holonet message from Burkhart Trauner, the recently elected President of the Federation of the Double World, and reads it, learning that he is concerned about the public reaction to his handling of the Liberation Party matter that had been creating tension on Talus and Tralus that made getting things back in working order more difficult for him. Reassuring Burkhart that he has her support, both publicly and privately, Sabina advises him to stay strong and trust that he has made the right decision.
Setting her datapad aside, Sabina looks out of the viewport at the forested mountains passing by below as she asks her assistant, an orange skinned female M'shento'su Nikto named Tasmia, "Have you had any luck finding out who is in charge at the Jedi Academy yet?" The Corellian governments of the past had close ties to the Jedi based on the planet, often with a clear separation of powers, but from what Sabina has learned since assuming her role, the two have not been in contact recently; which is something she hopes to change.
"The majority of the CorSec, CDF and government officials I have reached out to, Tasima replies, believe that Masters Raganella and Frantz are the current headmasters of the academy. They all, however, have had no recent contact with either of the Jedi Masters, which is apparently not uncommon given the frequency both travel around the universe in the course of their duties. It has, on the other hand, been longer than usual since either have been heard from."
Sabina nods, standing up to inform the shuttle pilot of a change in their destination, "Well, why don't we just pay the academy a visit ourselves then? Someone has to be in charge while the headmasters are away."
Moments later, having adjusted it's course to make for the Jedi Academy rather than the Capitol Tower, the shuttle leaves the mountains behind and soars over the riverlands north of Coronet.
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Post by Ky Rynn Cyr on May 25, 2023 2:25:38 GMT -8
[OOC: Trying to find a place to start in the RP.]
Somewhere in the wilds of Corellia, the figure of Ky Rynn Cyr could be seen working his way around a small homestead. Nestled deep within one of the fertile valleys of the Nomad Mountains, Ky Rynn had made a small, but comfortable living for himself.
He was a tall man, whose imposing figure once had seen its fair share of battle throughout the numerous skirmishes across the galaxy during his time in service to the Jedi Order. He was born on a small homestead much like this, and lived there with his family before they came for him, and his entire world had changed. He was a small child back then but quickly had to learn the ways from the Masters who he trained under.
He had spent most of his life serving the Order.
He had watched it rise, and fall, and then rise again.
He had seen injustices in the galaxy and worked to correct them.
That world. That life. All of that seemed so distant to him now as he stood in the back of a stall shoveling manure.
Now retired, he spent his days on his farm tending to his animals and raising crops to sell at the market.
"Kriff, why does it always smell worst on this side?"
He looked over at the shaggy fathier who resided in the stall.
"Day in, day out. All you do is eat and shit. It must be a good life for us old farts."
Near by, a dozen pygmy goats ran around the barn jumping all over everything and bleating with their eerily human-sounding voices. Everyone on this farm was cast off from the days gone by: the goats somehow found their way into the barn and never left, and the fathier was bequeathed to him by an old friend after his passing.
"It's just now, old friend. I suppose I should wish you happy birthday or something. It's been a dozen or so years since you came to this farm? We've been through a lot. The summers, the winters, the planting season... the goats. Friends that have come and gone. It's just us now."
Suddenly, the fathier let out a groan then keeled over onto its back. Its four legs stuck up in the air stiffly. The creature's head lolled back, its eyes glazed over and its dark tongue spilled out of its mouth.
The creature was dead.
Ky stared at the goat. He was utterly dumbfounded.
He walked over to the creature and prodded it gently with his shovel. The creature let out a loud, long fart when it was prodded that reeked of pure unholiness. A parting "gift" for its master.
"Naturally. You have to go ahead and die. The Force always had a sense of humor."
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Post by Sabina Gaultieri on May 26, 2023 0:47:26 GMT -8
Advika Lal, an eighteen year old Weequay, the eldest of three daughters from a family that had emigrated to Corellia three generations ago, was only in Doaba Guerfel to celebrate her acceptance into the University of Corellia with a small group of her closest friends. Having always dreamed of becoming a starship engineer, Advika has always been more bookish than athletic, and as she runs through the verdant green wilderness and feels her lungs and muscles beginning to burn and tire she finds herself wishing that she had heeded her father's advice to take up at least one sport, if only to make her college transcripts look better.
Tripping over the root of a tree, Advika manages to keep from falling onto her face by putting her wrinkled, leathery hands out in time. Risking a look over her shoulder after regaining her feet, the tan skinned Weequay with a mane of black dreadlocks tied back into a loose ponytail pants a relieved sigh when she sees that her pursuer is not in sight. The Dowutin that had kidnapped her for reasons he had not revealed to her before she had somehow managed to escape from him moved faster than Advika believed was possible, and yet somehow she had managed to outrun him, escaping into the wilderness surrounding Doaba Guerfel. Looking away from the thinning trees behind her, Advika sees what looks like a farmstead in the distance, her vision suddenly seeming to sharpen enough that she can see a tall man prodding something at his feet with a shovel even though she knows she is too far away to make out such details. Shaking her head as though to clear it, Advika assigns the moment, as she has done with many similar momentary experiences that defy what she assumes to be rational explanation, to a combination of imagination, stress and wishful thinking.
Thinking she hears the crackling of branches being crushed underfoot, Advika turns and searches the trees for any sign of the Dowutin, seeing shapes that could be his bulky figure advancing in every shadow until she loses her nerve and turns to run towards the farmstead and the possibility of sanctuary it represents.
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Post by Ky Rynn Cyr on May 26, 2023 1:12:52 GMT -8
[ooc: completed, phone wouldn’t let me submit in one piece] “Kriff you’re stinking backside!”
Back at the farm, Ky Rynn cursed and swore at the carcass of the farthier. Ky Rynn had bound the creature with rope to make it easier for him to carry. He stumbled a few times while trying to lift the gargantuan beast over his shoulders. His muscles ached and strained from the task. “This would be a lot easier if…” he started to meander, “no. No need to attract any unnecessary attention. Who knows who could be watching.” He spoke to the goat who was following him. The creature would occasionally bleat at him in approval or disapproval. He shrugged, never knowing which one it was. The man continued on his way, carrying the creature some ways away from the clearing to what looked like a small memorial. There were at least five memorials there with faded names written on the alabaster stone in ancient arabesh. He did not dare to write the names of his fallen companions in a language that could be easily deciphered by casual passers by. Many of them had either left the service of the Jedi or the republic or both after they felt that their time was done. His other companions had long since gone into the Force, some from illness, others from their injuries. He was the lucky, last of the group to remain. It was here that he decided to place his furry companion. “A good a spot as any… great news for you, you get to sleep with the heroes of the republic.” He put the creature down with a thud, then retrieved a shovel from a nearby tree. Slowly, and surely he began to dig a hole. Meanwhile, a curious goat seemingly appeared out of nowhere near the female. It followed her quietly. When she would least expect it, it would let out a bone chilling, human-like scream. (Reference: youtu.be/Ar-IEE_DIEo) |
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Post by Sabina Gaultieri on May 26, 2023 2:53:04 GMT -8
Advika, glancing over her shoulder more than once as she crosses the distance between the ending of the forest and the outskirts of the farmstead, feeling as though she moves at a blindingly fast pace despite her exhaustion and assuming that it is adrenaline and fear that make her sense of time and distance unreliable, is so focused on reaching the assumed comparative safety of the farmstead that she fails to note she has, somewhere along the way, acquired a goat companion.
Slowing as she comes close enough to the farmstead to see that she did not imagine the tall man earlier, as said man is now digging a hole, Advika wipes some sweat from her wrinkled forehead and then leans forward to rest her hands on her knees as she squints and tries to see what the human is doing. Looking less than comforted by the fact that the man is digging a hole in what looks very much like a graveyard that has a few occupants, Advika wonders if she has temporarily escaped the Dowutin only to run across a farmer that makes a habit of burying any one unfortunate to come across his very isolated farmstead.
Squatting down to hide behind a tall clump of weeds, Advika looks around at the other structures on the farm, hoping one will give her a place to hide from the Dowutin and the potentially murderous farmer until night falls and gives her a chance to rest before she tires to make her way to safety. Spotting a barn, Advika rises to a crouch and, intent on making her way as quietly and stealthily to the structure as she can while keeping a wary eye on the farmer as he digs the hole so that she drop out of sight if it looks as though he is going to turn from the hole towards her direction, takes a tentative step towards the barn.
As her foot is lifting to take the next cautious step forward, Advika hears a blood curdling scream sound forth suddenly from what seems to her like right behind her as the goat she had failed to note had decided to follow her reveals its presence at last with the horrific noise. Scared out of her wits by the unexpected noise, Advika forgets all thoughts of stealth and screams a scream to rival the goat's scream as she all but jumps up and turns to see what made the sound.
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Post by Ky Rynn Cyr on May 26, 2023 5:04:36 GMT -8
Ky Rynn was mostly oblivious to the world around him as he dug the hole. Sweatt pulled on his brow. Eventually, his shovel started to hit the rock ladense layer of ground that was deep in the clay. He knew it was time to stop. He climbed out of the hole and dusted his clothes off.
He paused for a moment, lost in his thoughts:
Another companion gone.
Another life that he could do nothing to save.
Another person that had left him without saying goodbye.
Suddenly, he heard the goat scream. A sound that he had grown accustomed to at all hours of the day and night, or whenever they bloody felt like it.
“Shut up already! I’m busy!”
He said as he angrily threw his shovel at the goat without glancing in that direction. The agile goat was used to having random objects thrown at it, and it simply stepped to the side, allowing the shovel to imbed itself in the ground where it once stood.
“Damn goat, that was a warning shot. Next time, you’re next in the hole.”
His face was unreadable. Either he was completely oblivious of Advika, or he really didn’t care about her presence. He carried on with his task as if she didn’t exist.
Ky Rynn let out a gruff huff under his breath.
He was aware that Advika was there, but he was in no mood to deal with her or anyone. The years of solitude have turned him into a short-tempered hermit. He wanted her gone, but he needed to do it carefully. He knew that he couldn’t risk talking to her. He had no more patience for sad stories.
But she needed to go. Anywhere else, except for here.
Perhaps a small display of power was needed to get the point across. He walked back to his creature and grabbed the ropes that bound its four legs together with one hand. He lifted the beast, which was almost twice his size and dropped it into the grave. This time, with the help of the Force, he looked as if he was effortlessly tossing a sack of potatoes into the ground.
“Your mess better be gone in the morning,” he said as he strode over to where she stood.
He didn’t even bother to look at Advika, and spoke to her as if she was not there. He grabbed the shovel from the ground and turned to walk back to his house.
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Post by Sabina Gaultieri on May 26, 2023 14:26:46 GMT -8
Heart still pounding when she sees that the scream which made her scream came from nothing more frightening than a goat, Advika is staring at said goat with a bewildered expression when it deftly steps aside, nimbly avoiding a shovel that plops into the ground. Turning to see where the farmer who must have thrown the shovel is now, the young Weequay drops into a crouch when she sees that the farmer, apparently either having failed to see her or simply unconcerned by her presence, is lifting a rather large creature with remarkable ease and then dropping it into the hole he had been digging with the shovel he launched with remarkable accuracy and strength at the goat. The display of strength reminds Advika of how the Dowutin that abducted her with such similar casual ease lifted an airspeeder and tossed it at a pair of CorSec officers that had tried to intercede as, after somehow managing to escape from the Dowutin (the details of which are still a muddled blur in Advika's mind), she ran from him.
Freezing in place when the farmer strides near to her and the goat, Advika opens her mouth to reply to his suggestion about messes being gone by the morning, delivered without so much a glance in her direction and followed up by his immediate departure after retrieving his shovel, and is left with it hanging open as the odd behavior leaves her momentarily dumbfounded and speechless as she watches him walk towards the farmstead's house.
Looking over at the goat once the ability to speak returns to her, Advika asks it, "That means I can stay for the night, right? Patting the goat on the head after it bleats what she decides to take as an affirmative reply to her question even though she knows it is more likely than not the case that it does not understand her, Advika promises it, I'll be gone by the morning, don't worry," and then brushes a bit of dirt and grass from the legs of her pajama bottoms, decorated with cute little Porgs in a variety of amusing poses, as she starts walking towards the barn.
Kwame, a massive, heavily muscled, green skinned Dowutin that, having lived for over fifty years, weighs over a metric ton and is nearly eight feet tall, moves swiftly and silently through the forest despite his size, his command of the Dark Side of the Force giving him the ability to hurtle through the woodlands as fast as the Kaadu of Naboo. Kwame, who had discerned Advika's latent and as yet undiscovered Force sensitivity back in Doaba Guerfel, had been far west of the farmstead when his superior hearing, heightened even more by the Force, had picked up the screams that he hopes have alerted him to where his quarry has fled. The Weequay, while fleeing from him in Doaba Guerfel after freeing herself from his clutches, had obviously been masking her presence in the Force in the same instinctive way that she called on it to increase her speed and strength, but Kwame knows that her inexperience will lead her to tiring out soon, enabling him to capture her once more so that he can determine if she would be as worthy an apprentice as he suspects she is capable of being.
Vaulting to the top of a tall Kenalpa tree near the edge of the forest beside a small river, Kwame strokes his chin horns as he conceals himself in the leafy canopy as he watches the Weequay, with a goat following behind her, enters a barn on the farmstead it seems she has foolishly chosen to try and hide herself from him on. His apocalyptic orange and yellow eyes narrow as they are drawn from the barn to the house nearby, Kwame detecting a presence in the Force that feels more of the Light than the Dark and makes him wonder - as he draws his own corrupted aura close to him so that it does not attract any notice if it has not already done so - whether the Weequay is worth courting the chance his presence here on Corellia might be revealed after he has kept it so cleverly concealed for so long.
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Post by Ky Rynn Cyr on May 28, 2023 2:55:15 GMT -8
Heart still pounding when she sees that the scream which made her scream came from nothing more frightening than a goat, Advika is staring at said goat with a bewildered expression when it deftly steps aside, nimbly avoiding a shovel that plops into the ground. Turning to see where the farmer who must have thrown the shovel is now, the young Weequay drops into a crouch when she sees that the farmer, apparently either having failed to see her or simply unconcerned by her presence, is lifting a rather large creature with remarkable ease and then dropping it into the hole he had been digging with the shovel he launched with remarkable accuracy and strength at the goat. The display of strength reminds Advika of how the Dowutin that abducted her with such similar casual ease lifted an airspeeder and tossed it at a pair of CorSec officers that had tried to intercede as, after somehow managing to escape from the Dowutin (the details of which are still a muddled blur in Advika's mind), she ran from him.
Freezing in place when the farmer strides near to her and the goat, Advika opens her mouth to reply to his suggestion about messes being gone by the morning, delivered without so much a glance in her direction and followed up by his immediate departure after retrieving his shovel, and is left with it hanging open as the odd behavior leaves her momentarily dumbfounded and speechless as she watches him walk towards the farmstead's house.
Looking over at the goat once the ability to speak returns to her, Advika asks it, "That means I can stay for the night, right? Patting the goat on the head after it bleats what she decides to take as an affirmative reply to her question even though she knows it is more likely than not the case that it does not understand her, Advika promises it, I'll be gone by the morning, don't worry," and then brushes a bit of dirt and grass from the legs of her pajama bottoms, decorated with cute little Porgs in a variety of amusing poses, as she starts walking towards the barn.
Kwame, a massive, heavily muscled, green skinned Dowutin that, having lived for over fifty years, weighs over a metric ton and is nearly eight feet tall, moves swiftly and silently through the forest despite his size, his command of the Dark Side of the Force giving him the ability to hurtle through the woodlands as fast as the Kaadu of Naboo. Kwame, who had discerned Advika's latent and as yet undiscovered Force sensitivity back in Doaba Guerfel, had been far west of the farmstead when his superior hearing, heightened even more by the Force, had picked up the screams that he hopes have alerted him to where his quarry has fled. The Weequay, while fleeing from him in Doaba Guerfel after freeing herself from his clutches, had obviously been masking her presence in the Force in the same instinctive way that she called on it to increase her speed and strength, but Kwame knows that her inexperience will lead her to tiring out soon, enabling him to capture her once more so that he can determine if she would be as worthy an apprentice as he suspects she is capable of being.
Vaulting to the top of a tall Kenalpa tree near the edge of the forest beside a small river, Kwame strokes his chin horns as he conceals himself in the leafy canopy as he watches the Weequay, with a goat following behind her, enters a barn on the farmstead it seems she has foolishly chosen to try and hide herself from him on. His apocalyptic orange and yellow eyes narrow as they are drawn from the barn to the house nearby, Kwame detecting a presence in the Force that feels more of the Light than the Dark and makes him wonder - as he draws his own corrupted aura close to him so that it does not attract any notice if it has not already done so - whether the Weequay is worth courting the chance his presence here on Corellia might be revealed after he has kept it so cleverly concealed for so long.
Ky Rynn's mood continued to worsen as he turned back towards his house. He didn't know who this strange person was, or why she was dressed in night clothes. He could only imagine the worst. Beneath his icy veneer, he felt something stirring. Perhaps, it was concern. Ky Rynn continued to ignore the girl. He could hear her moving behind him while the goat kept her company.
'At least that creature's finally useful for something other than eating all the food.'
Light streamed from the open barn where the other goats ran around jumping on everything. They bleated and screamed as he grew closer. The goat walking beside Advika trotted towards the barn, as if welcoming her in. Ky Rynn walked inside and looked around. The barn was clean, and he had cleaned it out earlier that. He put his shovel to the side and began to throw armfuls of straw onto the ground for the goats to sleep in. He made an effort to throw extra into a particular spot for Advika to sleep in. He wasn't used to visitors to his camp. This creature was the first non-goat sentient being he had seen in many months.
'Right. I should give you something to sleep on. But nothing too comfortable.' He mused to himself while he tossed a blanket onto a pile of straw.
He paused suddenly. A dark grin crossed his lips. He felt Kwame's presence nearby, but also sensed uncertainty. The venerable, retired Jedi Guardian had dealt with his kind over the years. All of them the same. Ky Rynn's presence in the force was suppressed, a skill he had grown adept at while hunting darksiders, like Kwame.
Cocky. Arrogant with their so-called mastery of the Force.
In his hidden state, at best he would be a weak presence. Meanwhile, the idiot goats that he kept around him also had Force presence.
He didn't know where these goats came from. All that he knew was that they had a Force presence. Enough to make hiding a person, like him, easier when they were around.
'Do it. Make the first move. I dare you.' He thought to himself. His head turned towards the general direction where Kwame's presence was noted.
Ky Rynn was waiting for him.
[OOC: non-combatant force goats. They do nothing except be annoying. They eat him out of house and home, they climb things and occasionally scare the daylights out of him with their bleating.]
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Post by Sabina Gaultieri on May 29, 2023 22:10:41 GMT -8
Advika, following the goat that seems to have adopted her into the barn is surprised when the tall man that had seemed more interested in seeing her gone than anything appears and, after scattering straw around, adds a blanket to a particularly large pile. From the way man has yet to look at, much less speak to, her, Advika gathers that he would not take much, if any notice, of her saying thank you, and so says nothing as she thinks that is his preference.
So exhausted that she doesn't think about why the tall man stays after the goats start laying down on the smaller piles of hay, Advika smiles at the goat she thinks of as her goat since it appears intent on following her everywhere nudges the back of her legs towards the larger pile of hay with the blanket on it and bleats at her as though to tell her to lay down. Sitting on the pile of hay and pulling the blanket over her shoulders, Advika pats a tiny pile of hay beside her to invite her goat to lay down, smiling as it screams at her and then lays down.
As she is about to lay down herself, Advika crinkles her nose and sniffs the air, asking the goat, "Do you smell smoke?"
In his perch amidst the top branches of the Kenalpa tree, Kwame, his right arm outstretched with his palm upwards as he stares intently at the barn the Weequay had gone into, smiles as he uses the Force to rub and heat up the air molecules on the roof of the barn, using Pyrokinesis to set the structure ablaze. After a moment of intense concentration, Kwame is rewarded with the first plumes of smoke that signal the successful application of the ability, the smoke soon joined by dancing orange and yellow flames that spread quickly from one end of the roof to the other, growing higher and stronger the more he focuses on them. Soon, he thinks, the Weequay will have to abandon the barn, and then he will recapture her.
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Post by Ky Rynn Cyr on May 31, 2023 0:16:51 GMT -8
“Set fire to my barn? Threaten my goats? I don’t think so.”
Ky Rynn scoffed as he moved swiftly through the shadows with his shovel in hand.
Meanwhile, the goat in the barn grabbed hold of Advika’s pajama leg and began to tug on it with its teeth. The creature seemed insistent on dragging Advika across the barn with it, deeper. The barn itself was an old structure, more long than wide. The front part of the barn was brightly illuminated. The back was a dark mess of random shapes and more bails of straw.
If Advika was not quick to follow, another goat would nudge her along the way by ramming her with its head. The creatures seems determined to push her to the back of the barn. In the back was another door, which lead into an alcove that housed a small hovercraft. In the alcove was a set of stairs leading to the upper level of the barn.
Upstairs, Advika would find a collection of metal boxes with words written in arabesh. There were six in total, all arranged in a circle around the barn. They all bore signs of combat: each had jagged edges, marks of blaster fire and rust. A thick layer of dust indicated that they had not been open in a long time. There were no locks to secure the boxes, only latches to keep the lid shut. The goat would trot around and jump around the boxes, almost beckoning Advika to look inside.
If she did, she would notice that each box contained both the armaments and personal effects of Ky Rynn’s fallen comrades. Perhaps, Advika might fight something helpful inside.
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Post by Sabina Gaultieri on May 31, 2023 2:20:34 GMT -8
Advika, frozen in panic as she covers her mouth and nose with the sleeve of her Porg covered PJs, looks down when the goat she thinks of now as her goat tugs on the leg of her jammies with her teeth as though trying to lead her deeper into the barn. Coughing as the smoke starts to get thicker, the Weequay tells her goat in a bewildered tone, "But the fire is spreading, shouldn't we go outside?"
When the second goat rams her with its head, nearly knocking her over, Advika rubs her tushie, a bit sore from being rammed, as she tells the goat that is not her goat, "Okay, we're going further inside, no need to ram me again, I'm coming. Chuckling and then coughing, she mutters to herself, And I'm talking to goats now apparently."
After being led to the battered and dust covered boxes in the upper level of the barn, her goat jumping around said boxes as though telling her to look inside them, Advika kneels in front of the last one her goat had lept upon and pats the goat on the head as she tells it, "I've followed you this far, so I guess there is no harm in looking inside. Opening the box, Advika goes through the contents, lifting a lightsaber hilt and telling her goat, I'd probably cut my own arm off, setting it back in the box and holding up a Model 57 blaster and telling her goat, I've never used one of these, before placing it the box and then, after rooting around a bit more, exclaiming excitedly, Here we go! and holding up an entrenching tool as she tells her goat, I used one of these in Girl Scouts! Giving the small shovel an experimental swing, she continues rambling as anxiety driven adrenaline continues dumping into her system, I didn't use it as a weapon, obviously, but your tall, quiet friend is pretty handy with his, so it will do as well as anything I guess, right?"
Standing up a moment later after having put on an armored tactical vest several sizes too big that looks absolutely ridiculous with her Porg covered jam-jams and the combat helmet that fits her only slightly better than the vest, Advika lifts her entrenching tool onto her shoulder and tells her goat in a resolved tone, "Let's go help tall, quiet guy, lil' buddy! then, lifting the helmet back up over her eyes after it falls down, takes a determined step forward before stopping and asking her goat, How do we get out of here?"
The ground quakes beneath his feet as Kwame, impatient from having waited for the Weequay to appear only to be left watching the barn burning ever more brightly and fitfully, drops from his perch in the Kenalpa tree and, as he begins lumbering towards the barn wreathed now in crackling flames and surrounded by smoke, takes his guard shoto hilts from his hips and holds them down at his sides.
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