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Holocrons and Info Nodes / Re: A Corrupted Prize
« on: 04/28/18, 10:29:56 AM »

Two strings cross. One notices.

‘Their eyes met across a crowded room’ had never been so horrid a reality as it was now.

Briefly, the half-Mirialan felt rooted to the spot by the pure-red gaze, and the orbital station dropped away to leave him cold and exposed. His carelessness was forgotten to the pulse of the Force, rising like a tide scooping up sand and shells about his knees, connecting them in its omnipotent embrace.

A small, cool shiver rolled over the back of Feyda’s neck. He hadn’t felt it so strong, so urgent for his attention, not outside the visions that had brought him here. A slow swallow wrung the ropey muscles of his throat. He wanted to tear his eyes away from the stoic, unreadable chiss, his fierce gaze and darkly curiosity, but the tide held him fast… as though it were important he take notice.

“Sir? Is there anything else, sir?” The dreamy voice of the still-enthralled officer floated along the surface and finally crashed into him. Feyda gave a start, blinking furiously, gasping for air. The moment cracked, bringing with it the stark reality - he’d used the Force, and a bored Sith had noticed.


“Feyda what’s--”

“I got us through, we gotta move.” He reached down and grabbed two of their equipment bags, slinging one over his shoulder. The blood pounded in his ears, and goosebumps still rushed to the surface of his skin up along the back of his neck. He felt the Sith’s eyes still on him, and the strands of reaction surrounding his gaze.

Amusement. Boredom flourishing to Curiosity. ‘What part do you play?’

He’d been so stupid, so utterly careless to do that sort of thing on an Imperial station. Of course someone was going to kriffing notice. Of course--

Garne’s clawed hand thunked against his shoulder, snapping his cycle of panic on two. It was a rough gesture, but everything the Trandoshan did was rough, even his concern. “Smells like fear,” He croaked in Dosh.

“Yeah well,” Feyda snapped, “you smell too but y’never hear me complain aboot it.”

It was more than that. He paid as little attention to the Force as possible, unless the need for some extra help was great, and contrary to general belief that kind of training was like a muscle as well. The less practised, the harder those feats were to perform. Feyda’s senses had always been sharp, along with the empathetic vibrations he stifled with practised ignorance and at times, copious amounts of alcohol… but something about this feeling was different. Intense. Specifically reaching out to him like a knotted string, tied between he and the Chiss.

He tentatively snuck a look back across the lobby floor. Blue eyes met deep, blood red, and Feyda felt the Force once again take special notice.

He didn’t know what it meant - and he didn’t care.

Please kriffing bantha-turd-on-a-stick let him be too busy to go people-shopping.

“Go now,” Feyda breathed, spinning around and pushing both Jekk and Tiry ahead of him to their loud dismay, the former trying to twist around and find what exactly they were rushing away from and grumbling things to the chorus of ‘I’m the captain you know’. 

“Listen to small green one,” Garne barked much to his relief, snatching up their remaining gear and keeping up the back of the group. He at least had the sense not to look back, scaly head bowed. “Sith watching us.”

‘SITH?’ Jekk mouthed exaggeratedly to Feyda, his face and doinky goatee pulled into almost comical aggro.

“I’ll explain later,” Feyda breathed, “just move.”


“So wait,” Jekk’s voice had been steadily rising with every accusatory question he slung forth, “you’re tellin’ me you’re a Jedi, and you’re here to find your sister?”

“M’not a Jedi,” Feyda shot back, bristling from the fifth time having to say it. “I never was, I din’ pass.”

They’d left the Imperial Minimum Security Landing Zone, and not stopped until half-way across the first map on their chit. By then it was dusk, and after a little fuss and some more hesitant-but-necessary Force-thick words Feyda had secured them a square of sleeping space within the towering walls of an empty prison block retrofitted as a Republic outpost. Now that they were planet-side, they didn’t have to worry as much about one faction or the other; as long as they ‘stayed out of trouble’, the trooper said, they could shack up in here for the night.

It was safer this way - Imps probably wouldn’t offer the same protection, but if they did, there was always a risk that Sith would pass through...

“Whatever,” Jekk shot back, not sounding keen or caring for details. His dark hair was scooped about his face awkwardly from the amount of times the frazzled human had run his hands through it. “You still lied to us, then tricked us into coming to butt-kriff nowhere for these Jedi artifact things that are ‘gonna make us rich’ if we don’t get murdered by Sith, Jedi or escaped prisoners, and on top of that you don’t even know they’re still there, because your real quest is saving the princess from the castle. All based on a dream you had.”

It all sounded terrible placed out on the table like that, even if Jekk was real good at spinning words his way. The young half-Mirialan sighed roughly, ruffling a hand vigorously back and forth through his own hair. When he was stressed he found it harder not to absorb the emotions of others, and the quirks that came with them. The motion was almost identical to Jekk’s. “Aroundaboots that.”

“Yeeaah,” Jekk drew the blaster from his holster, “I’m gonna shoot you.”

Everybody reared up, voices raised, and a couple of Republic troops looked their way warningly. “WAIT,” Tiry jumped in between the two of them, hands up and waving both off, “Jekk c’mon! I don’t blame Feyda for never tellin’ us about the Jedi thing, that’s not fair. Y’know how those sticklers are about controlling all the Forceys in the Republic.” She frowned hard at him. “And so yeah he lied, but this is about family. Blood, water, that stuff. So just… how about we all take a breath, put the blasters away and chill the kriff out?”

Jekk rolled his shoulders, in that overtly-manly way he did sometimes as though expecting it to command authority. He glared daggers between the two of them, then looked to Garne. Garne, a statue against the light of their bin-fire, arms crossed, just shrugged.

Jekk sighed roughly, and the blaster went away as he thunked back down on an upturned crate. It wasn’t the first time he’d threatened to shoot Feyda, sure, but it was most definitely the least playful.

“I’m still mad,” he warned, gesturing between the half-Mirialan and Twi’lek, “you two lied - don’t try to hide it Tiry, I know how sweet you are on him an’ your kriffing isn’t as quiet as y’think.”

“Aboot as subtle as when ye fap to it,” Feyda shot back.

“I can still shoot you, beanshoot,”

“Okay, we get it! Both your dicks are very big,” Tiry tossed a lekku over her shoulder with an annoyed flick, and Garne bared his teeth with that throaty sneer sound that they’d all come to learn was a snigger, “So what’s the plan from here?”

Jekk sighed heavily, leaning over his knees. He stared into the fire a while before speaking again. “Are we gonna get anymore trouble from that Sith-type?”

“I dunno,” Feyda admitted, gnawing on his lip, “S’a big planet, and if he was interested in snatchin’ me up he woulda done somethin’ on the station. Made a bit show of it.”

“Unless Sith want thrill of The Hunt,” Garne mused.

A stone sank in Feyda’s stomach. “Yeah… or maybe that I guess.” He felt Tiry brush up against his arm, and the vibrations of concern she emitted like a beacon, the warm desire to comfort him.

“Do you even know where your sis is?” Jekk had gotten his blaster out again, but this time with safety on to nurse it on one knee, and worked at the barrel with an oiled cloth. Feyda knew it was to avoid baring his anger more than he already had, even if he could still feel it. “Which tomb we should be headin’ to?”

“It’s one o’ the ol’ Rakata ones te the north-west still bein’ excavated. I did me research. Jedi go there all the time te recover things from the digs. Once we got close I’ll be able te sense her out.” And she’ll feel me too He thought, a little tentatively. If she hadn’t already. Feyda knew she was on the planet the moment he’d set foot on the soil. She was stronger than him, sure, but he just wasn’t sure if she cared enough to notice.

“She hot?” Jekk almost tried to disguise the question as a clearing of one’s throat.

The half-Mirialan was hardly surprised. “We’re twins, so if ye wanna kriff a female me, go for it.”

“I could be into  that,” Tiry mused, shooting him a side-long grin. Please feel better he felt rolling off from all over her.

“And what if the Jedi don’t like us being there? Or that blue Sith guy turns up again? You can do some Forcey shit to get us outta trouble yeah?”

Some Forcey Shit,” Feyda repeated incredulously.

“Well I dunno how that stuff works!”

“Jekk, it’s like I said, m’not a bloody Jedi. I was just an initiate fer a few years, I dunno the big stuff.” He sighed, staring off out of the south entrance to the compound and into the dark. Prisons were lit dimly by grounds lighting like ghosts pocketed in the distance. “The rest you know.”

“Can handle Jedi and Sith,” Garne punched his palm, and tossed his head towards their bedrolls, “Rest now. Victory for Scorekeeper needs good rest.”

A little while later the floodlights out over the grounds around the outpost brightened, the ones facing inwards dimming at the shift changeover. Event after Tiry crawled into Feyda’s sleeping bag with him and laid her head against his beating heart, he couldn’t relax, or sleep. Her apprehension bled into his own, and he couldn’t bring himself to remove her, not when she was just trying to help.

He stared at the starts for a time - though the lights from the facility his a fair few of them. As tiredness slowly crept up on him his defenses slid away, his senses overridden with the grumbling of a soldier; a security officer worried for someone out there in the dark; the primal caution and bloodthirst of a predator’s mind as it scampered up along the yawning branch of an upturned tree.

Feyda shut his eyes and breathed deeply. The familiar, warm glow of the ties that bound him to his twin, out there somewhere. The dark energy crackling at the brim of his senses of the chiss Sith, as he slunk through the night. They silently took notice of each other in the dark, in the Force. Feyda shivered.

Storyboards / Re: News Channel Feeds
« on: 04/26/18, 12:02:48 AM »
@Dassalya @Cyone @Iaera @recoveringgeek @blingdenston @Niarra

Your Most Trusted Planetary Newsfeed


Northgalis, IRMENU
18 standard hours ago

After a technical fault caused the Vault Block from the Upper Ring to make an emergency landing on the surface of the sea, a robbery directly following an attack on the block by a Jedi Master wielding a lightsaber and accompanying violent gang members has been described by those present as a disturbing act of terror.

"I thought Jedi were supposed to be the guardians of peace and justice in the galaxy, not common thieves," The access terminal staffer on roster that day says tearfully into the camera, "Or do they only protect Republic citizens? W-we're in neutral space. I don't understand. My children thought they were going to lose their mother."

An electro-magnetic pulse used by the terrorists has unfortunately corrupted security feeds from the time of the attack, but a sketch-artist has provided an image of the lead culprit from descriptions provided by government employees and the Warlord Protectorate himself, who valiantly attempted to stop the thieves on their way out.

An artist's impression of the culprit.

The ringleader, referred to as 'Grey' at the time by her accomplices, is noted to be a middle-aged Echani woman of slim stature bearing a pink or purple lightsaber. She is not to be approached by civilians and considered highly dangerous. Other gang members included an old man dressed as a pirate; a masked humanoid with a speech impediment; an assassin who remained mostly stealthed; and a lone Mandalorian in a rabid state of rage.

Warlord Protectorate Prince Bælfir Yosoth has urged for calm and faith in the regents's office in this time of instability and outright animosity from the Republic, which our beloved Queen still remains an illegal prisoner of.
In a statement made this morning, he assured the general public that nothing of value was stolen from the people that cannot easily be replaced, and that thankfully there was minimal loss of life in the attack. However, development of the Adegan crystal mines has been put on hold for security reasons.

Prince Bælfir leads a moment of silence for the victims of the attack.

A portion of the Shadren Hegemony fleet has since been called out to patrol the Irmenu System.

The Holonet Intergalactic has reached out to Republic officials for comment.

Cantina / Re: Character Faceclaims!
« on: 04/19/18, 09:07:15 AM »
A couple more additions!
For some reason the bbcode I put on the site for images is changing after I post them and some of them are disappearing :( I just went back and edited a few. But if anyone notices missing images on any of my posts plz let me know! It doesn't seem to be happening to anyone else, but it doesn't look like a problem on the hosting website's end either.

Unsure if I'll use this guy much, but he's an AU version of a character from another game that is extremely dear to me. :aww:

Really, I wanted to put 'Xena', because Katz is basically a grumpy jaded Xena with a massive chip on her shoulder and without a Gabby.

Cantina / Re: Gratitude
« on: 03/26/18, 05:27:28 PM »
Had so much fun, frand! :aww: Thanks @Jaydek so much for giving me adventure to work though my character's shit that I never would've considered before. This'll certainly be an interesting experience.

Also everyone she is fucking adorable like, I can't express how adorable my new tiny echani apprentice is and our colours match and aaaagghh  :omg:

Cantina / Character Faceclaims!
« on: 03/20/18, 05:56:49 PM »
Didn't want to necro a thread that was almost two years old and has a lot of missing images (thank you, Photobucket); so can we consider this The New And Improved Faceclaim Thread:halo:

I'm only sticking with the characters I'm actively playing atm; a couple are missing, like Svipul and Hypatia, because I haven't thought about who they would look like much yet! But they will come, eventually.

Ian with his srs bzns face on. Man looks great in a suit; he's basically 007.

Yes, the different image was entirely necessary. Entirely necessary. Right @Dassalya ?

This was difficult to choose an image for, because Cole Sprouse embodies Feyda in every way.

This has been edited! I recently watched 'The End of the F***ing World' and I'm sorry Evanna, but Jessica embodies Haz so perfectly >.>;

(also wow; that moment you realise all your mains have white hair >.> )

Now... tag!  :whee:

If I am free that day I miiiight dust off Katz and give her a whirl. :halo:

Storyboards / Re: News Channel Feeds
« on: 03/16/18, 04:58:08 AM »
Your Most Trusted Planetary Newsfeed


In an overdue statement made this morning local time, Irmenuan representative Tasha Fortzigar finally revealed in a much anticipated announcement concerning the future of Irmenu's trade market, that a recently blasted underwater mine has revealed fresh veins of Adegan Crystal. Promising that the much sought-after crystal would be on the table for exportation, she stipulated that the price per metric canister would vary depending on what each faction could offer in return.

This good news could not come sooner, as we have been experiencing a galactic-wide shortage of the crystal, which is essential in the construction of lightsabers, the tool for Jedi, Sith and Zakuul Knights alike.

However it appears that the Republic may have finally run out of good faith on the neutral trading stage. Previously, the Valefor had open trading with the Republic at an increased tax rate; good for business, but not for their shaky allegiance with the Empire, from which the independent system of Sith warlords broke off soon after Emperor Vitiate's betrayal.

Warlord Protector Bælfir Yosoth stepped forward to explain that, due to the unfortunate breakdown of communication in regards to the unlawful detention of Queen Vedriat of the Shadren Hegemony, there will be no trade negotiations with the Republic.

Quote from:  Lord Bælfir Yosoth, Prince of the Shadren Hegemony, Warlord Protector and Regent of Irmenu
"There will be no negotiations. Not until the Republic do the right thing, and respond to Valefor's request for a just and fair dialogue concerning the imprisonment of our beloved Queen involving circumstances for her immediate release. They have the audacity to call my great allies in the Empire for unlawful, chaotic and cruel; and yet they respond not to our attempts at diplomatic relations. I have spoken recently with the awoken King Dorian - he worries deeply for his wife, and the royal children miss their mother."

Bælfir looks directly into the camera.

"If you see this, my Queen, know that your people love you, and that we work tirelessly to recover you from this disgusting obstruction of justice."

The Holonet Intertgalactic has reached out to Republic officials for comment.

Events and Occasions / Re: The Irmenuan Masquerade Gala
« on: 03/12/18, 12:09:14 AM »

So, we had to drop one category - The 'Most Impressive Cheap-Ass Outfit' - because no one qualified, but other than that WOW. Such pretties, very win. Here are the winners of the costume comp:

Most Creative Ensemble

I was absolutely in love with this the moment I saw it, @Mei ! :aww: Each part works so incredibly well to make up the whole,and though you can't see them too well in this image the black fin-like material up the sides of her arms really polishes it off.

Best Ridiculous Get-up That Actually Works

@Orell , I'm really not sure what's going on here, but you pulled it off, man.  :grin:
I'm pretty sure this is one of those dyes that everyone previews every now and then just for a laugh. It looks like something that maybe a kid vomited up after eating some crayons. And yet - maybe it's the outfit choice, or the gold decoration on the skirt matching the yellow - and the way the mask binds to the dye - but it just works somehow. Well done.

Best Use of Dye

This is apparently just sum green leg-piece I've never seen before - or at least, it looks ugly usually, and damn fine with this inky, bloody-red dye on. I LOVE this outfit @Noth , as it is, but the dye-job really polishes it off for me. It also really added to her character, and I don't think the outfit would've had the same impact without that colour combination.

As for your prizes - You each are going to get a chibi bust of your character all glammed up for the gala, drawn by yours truly.  :halo:

Thanks again EVERYONE for coming. Your company and your outfits were all amazing - this was a hard trio to choose. I'll have to up the stakes at the next one! :aww:

I'm in a similar boat to Jay; more than happy to help, incentive rewards or no; just am unable to spare the moolah atm, due to contractual work and long-term illness. I used to donate to the site when I could back when I had steady work, and it's on my list of things to do once the steady work (and my health) returns.

That said, if you want to give out decos and creds when that day comes, I'm not going to say no.  :halo:

Cantina / Re: Gratitude
« on: 03/11/18, 05:03:24 AM »
Wow, everyone! What a long day of RP. But so totally, totally amazing and worth it. I am exhausted in the best possible way.

I have so many of you to thank, I mean, other than ALL OF YOU. :aww: This totally exceeded my expectations. People got plots going, engaged with characters they hadn't seen in a while, there was a little bit of casual Sith politiking, alt-hopping... and THE COSTUMES. SO many wonderful costumes. :aww:

I want to thank @Mei personally for her invaluable help with the Stronghold and all of the thought and effort that went into that performance by Katia. Music, emotes and text all so on-point. I don't think the event would've gone nearly as well without all your help.

@Cyone , I am so incredibly excited for our alchemy plot! What a wonderful surprise to finally be able to have Bae stretch his alchemy muskles.

@Noth for encouraging me to do this whole thing in the first place. WORTH.

@Jaydek for helping me host - I was freaking out and worried about my attention span and how to put myself everywhere at once and having lil' Selaan there to people-welcome and help OOC manage was a life saver.

@Rivoso for rolling with the ridiculous 'Hyacinth From Hell' script I decided on the spot Leslie's cover-persona would be at the event. Comedy gold.

And just, everyone. You were all an absolute pleasure to have there. Here's to many more funtastic events  :coffee:

Media Gallery / Re: Dassalya's Thread of Artsy Things
« on: 03/10/18, 05:50:22 PM »
So pretty :aww: love their thoughtful expressions.

Events and Occasions / Re: The Irmenuan Masquerade Gala
« on: 03/10/18, 05:58:24 AM »
Yay yay it's today! For both Americans _and_ Aussies, now :D

Republic Attendees
If you would like to bring a Republic-side toon, we don't have an official invite-rer. So hop on Imp and whisper Bælfir (or drop a line in OOC if I'm on an alt) with the name of your pub-side toon, and I'll hop over to deliver a quick one.

Prizes for the listed categories are a surprise until after the fact. ;) Only clue; not in-game items.

When you arrive
If no one is there to greet you at the platform, just head on through to the lift and take it to the 'Rooftop Garden', where the event will be taking place in both the interior and exterior rooms there :)

Here is a playlist I've made to set the mood! @Mei will also be providing some additional music for when her character's performances are up:

Singing: "Dark Waltz" 
Synth-Viol: "Warm Air" 
Dance: "Yearning"

See you all there! :aww:

No worries Niarra! Absolutely no need to apologise :aww: Totally understand too, sounds like you've got a lot on your plate.

Events and Occasions / Re: Return to Rishi - Indie Night V3
« on: 03/08/18, 12:27:30 AM »
Hi Nothiroth! I don't come to these often - it's just been bad timing lately - but the one time I did come I really enjoyed the snippy back-and-forth between Feyda and Urz!

I ticked Tuesday (server I assume) as my preferred day, because that's Wed for me and I think it's generally free-er than my Tuesday.

For the record I don't think it's entirely fair to put so much onus on Noth to keep things running - y'all have brains, the space is there, ready and waiting, don't be shy! :aww: I don't think there's supposed to be an expectation for whoever is 'hosting' Rishi Night to have to run it like a GM. at DP its Hosts don't micromanage everyone, they let people do their thing, I don't see why it isn't/can't be the same on Rishi. Grow! Learn! Run into the cantina screaming saying a Houk is chasing you with a laser canon and 'OH PLEASE GOD HELP!' and see what happens! Throw random ideas down and let the RP write itself :D

F2P players can get a pass to run ops but those are expensive.

Passes of any kind for non-subs were removed with KOTET, so there is no way for F2P players to do ops anymore.

That is very disappointing :(

And thanks, LVT! IDK how many tanks an Op usually needs, so far I think we have two. I can also come tank on Bælfir if necessary, though I do prefer to DPS on my lil mean green fightin' bean. I finally have rotation down pat~ Only took me four years

Anyone who hasn't yet stated their availabilities, please do so, in Server Time if you can :)

@Niarra , tagging you! :aww: Interested?

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