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[WanderLust.]

KIARA RAITH
THE BEACON

Anxious

The Supremacy - The Cells

Vea

Inspiration

Kiara could only remember two times prior when she had felt this atrocious. The first had been the morning after her parents had died. The sun had risen that brisk autumn morning to find Kiara and Vea still clinging to artifacts of a life soon to be forgotten, and with it a sense of overwhelming finality had settled upon the freshly orphaned sisters. The rest of the world had carried on unbothered, blind to the gaping crater of anguish created by their parents absence. Kiara remembered bitterly wishing that it would’ve rained that day, as if the sunshine and clear skies served only to spite her grief.

The second occasion that had prompted this level of pain was when she and Vea had managed to crash-land an x-wing along the northern forest edge of Batuu, a rather ill-favored outcome for one of Vea’s high paying yet exceptionally perilous odd jobs. The collateral damage to Kiara’s life and limb seemed almost laughable compared to the crippling soreness that plagued her now. With a groan she turned over onto her left side, burying her face into the fabric of her sheets as she tried to recollect the events preceding her current situation.

Shhhhhh, you’re okay.

The familiar sound of her sister’s voice soothed her momentarily. The comforting feeling of fingers stroking her hair almost lulled her back into the blissful, numb sleep she had been woken from.

“Vea?” Kiara grumbled, forcing herself to blink open her blue eyes to meet her sister’s identical gaze. “What happened?” she tried to sit up, only for her right shoulder to cry out in protest. Every limb ached with stiffness as though she had spent the night sleeping on the floor. As she familiarized herself with her surroundings, she began to wonder if she truly had spent the whole night sleeping on the floor.

The room they were in was barren and sterile, not a single piece of furniture occupied it. Glass panels in the walls permitted them to look out into what appeared to be an equally desolate hallway of inky black, blood red lights lining the edges of the floors provided the only illumination. Kiara had never seen anything like it. “....where are we?”

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KADE ALTORIX
THE FALLEN

Insidious

The Supremacy - Corridors

Xaden, Val and Vea

Inspiration

The sound of Kade’s heavy boots thudded steadily against the metal floor of the corridor, his rhythmic footfalls falling into step with his brother's, echoing down the desolate hallway. Snoke had sent First Order grunts to wake them up early that morning, never mind the fact that they had spent the majority of last night getting debriefed on the events of the raid of Batuu. His new pets needed to be gathered and brought to the throne room immediately, for what reason Kade didn’t know, or particularly care. Orders were orders and he had neither the time nor the patience to argue or ask questions.

“Like rats in a cage.” he crept closer, knowing that the dim lighting would make his figure barely visible to the captives within the paneled cells. His eyes fell on two girls, one of whom was curled up in the other’s lap. They both looked worse for wear, with multiple superficial injuries littering their skin. “Looks like they tried to put up a fight…” he observed, though he didn’t sound impressed in the least.

The third captive, a male, was kept in a different cell immediately to the left of the girls. From what the First Order lackeys had told him, the male had been apprehended aboard a ship with an FEG-17 droid, and had proved much more difficult to restrain than his female companions. “Xaden and I will take these two.” He jerked his head in the direction of the girls. “Val, you take the other.”

He watched as the sultry figure of Valentina Rhea strutted past him and his brother. An ever unpredictable force, Kade knew better than to give her orders that didn’t come from Snoke directly. But the supreme leader had tasked them with getting the new captives to the throne room, so he knew Val wouldn’t argue.

He pressed his wrist against the scanner on the door to the cell, which hummed in recognition of the identification bracelet on Kade’s wrist. All First Order personnel were required to wear such bracelets, like a collar on a dog, it permitted them access to most areas on the ship, though some were restricted even to Snoke’s apprentices. With a gust of air, the door to the first cell whirred open to reveal the darkened figures of Kade and Xaden standing in the threshold.

“Rise and shine. The Supreme Leader has requested your presence in the throne room.” Kade wasted no time in closing the distance between himself and the captives, reaching first for the slightly taller of the two, the one with the fire in her eyes and venom in her voice. He had always liked a challenge if he was being honest. With little effort he grasped onto Vea’s right side, forcing her to her feet and dragging her towards the door. To his left he could hear the sound of Xaden struggling with the second girl, which elicited a snarl from the one Kade had in his grasp.

A wry laugh escaped his lips as his gaze danced between the two girls, surmising in a moment that there was some sort of attachment between the two. “...your sister?” A devious smirk tugged at his lips as he shoved Vea forward, his voice that of a fox who had just cornered a canary.

She’s hurt.

Kade paused, discerning from the girl's voice that she had only disclosed such information in the hopes that Xaden and Kade would be gentler with the injured one. “Pity. Snoke doesn’t care for damaged goods.”

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[ReverseTex]

MONTIN AVAR
THE REBEL

Blasé

The Supremacy - The Cells

Val

Wolfiee WanderLust.

Everything he worked so hard to establish was gone in an instant. Staying hidden for nearly ten years, avoiding suspicion and inquisitions. Each day he grew more comfortable in his paranoia, perhaps the day would come when he was discovered. Yesterday, because of two reckless girls, the day came upon him… Monty had kept a watchful eye from a distance on the sisters. It hadn’t been long that he sensed their presence on Batuu, perhaps a few weeks at best. They were untamed Force beacons, like wisps of lightning on a summer’s day. If he could sense them, he knew they’d likely attract unwanted attention. And sure enough, they did. He felt a frantic disturbance, the pulsing anguish from one of the sisters, and a fleeting fear from the other. It was clear, one of them tapped into their emotions and accidentally unleashed their unknown potential. He tried to hurry to the source as quickly as he could, to warn or hide the girls. But, by the time he made it back to his ship, it was too late…

Monty sat in the centermost part of his cell, criss-crossed on the floor. He knew there was no point in hiding anymore, it certainly wasn’t honorable. He needed to stay grounded, within himself and the Force. At the same time, he needed to make sure he was covert. If they figured out the truth, well, he was a dead man walking. So, he thought it best to meditate on the matter… A flurry of snow clouded his vision, unclear of the path ahead. “You must not lose hope, Montin. Trust the Beacon,” Master Deme’s soothing tone echoed in his mind. To hear his deceased master use his new name was a clue to remind him his mental image was not real. He wasn’t on Hoth. The snow suddenly stopped, a flash of red filling his head. Anger. Lust. Raw power. It radiated aggressively, almost unbearable. Someone was near.

Monty snapped from his meditative state, the sound of multiple footsteps grounding him in the present. If anyone approaching sensed his presence in the Force, beyond the general energy from the girls in the cell over, he’d be exposed. He was able to adjust himself before the trio’s arrival, simply leaning against the cot rather than meditating. The name, Val, his ears caught it. A slender woman appeared in front of his cell, the two-toned part in her hair catching his eye. She certainly looked like an Order sympathizer. He extended his hands without argument, letting the woman handcuff him. In his experience, quiet around these sorts of people tended to win in the long run.

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[Elias Wren]

La'artrix Noblue


Trix let out a soft grunt as he dangled upside down in the cockpit of his tie fighter making adjustments to the controls and flight systems, something the engineers really hated. As he plugged away at his current project he could hear the clicking of his commander's shiny black boots approaching, irritation growing inside Trix with every step taken. He slammed the electrical panel he was working on closed and hosted himself upright, sitting on the top of his tie fighter facing toward his commander. “What can I do for you today sir?”] Trix made little to no effort to hide his irritation at being interrupted during his work, taking a moment to wipe some of the grease from his hands on a rag he had in his back pocket.


His commander came to a sudden stop at the end of the loading platform, the heels of his boots clicking together loudly, a look of disgust gracing his face as he stood before Trix. There was a moment of silence as his commander waited to be properly greety, but it was broken seconds later by his grating high pitched voice once he realized Trix would continue to be insubordinate. “You are supposed to salute your commanding officer and stand at attention when I arrive Lieutenant Noblue, be sure to correct your behavior before our next meeting. Now then, Supreme Leader Snoke has requested your presence in the throne room, I suggest you do not keep him waiting.”


Trix disliked speaking with people in general, but talking to his captain was exceptionally exhausting to him. Even so, a malicious smile creeped across his face as he responded to his captain's remarks. “So sorry captain, sir. Someone of my lowly state couldn't possibly fathom such courtesies. I will promptly review my training manual on how to properly greet someone of such esteemed status as yourself.” His voice dripped with sarcasm like venom, Trix dying on the inside as he held himself from laughing due to his captain's face turning beet red in anger.


“See that you do! And make your way to the throne room immediately!” His captain turned on a dime and stomped away, his boots clicking against the metal platform as he left.


Trix was a little worried about being summoned since it was the first time something like this had happened in the five years he's been with the First Order, but he had hopes that maybe Supreme Leader Smoke just wanted to meet his best pilot for a little congratulations or maybe a promotion. “Heh, maybe he has some super secret mission for me.” Trix spoke aloud as he grabbed his jacket from off the railing and shut the hatch to his tie fighter before sliding off of it and throwing his jacket on.


He made his way out of the hangar and into the long corridors that made up most of the ship. He never really liked the aesthetics of the ship since it was a far cry from his Corellian homeworld, but he made the best of it. Hallway after hallway he walked, passing other members of the first order, some of which gave him waves or simple head nods that he refused the return. He kept his head down for most of the way with his hands keeping his pockets company.


His mind was filled with thoughts about his summons to the throne room, but he shook his head and instead wondered how his drinking buddy, Kade, was doing right now. It had been awhile since they met in the ships bar for some small talk over drinks. “I should find him after I'm done, maybe he will be free for a drink or two.” Time passed as Trix made his way through the massive ship, eventually arriving at the throne room door, his nerves getting the better of him as he simply waited outside them wondering if maybe there had been some kind of mistake or maybe he wasn't supposed to be here at all.

 

[Wolfiee]

Valentina Rhea

The Viper

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Valentina had been training her lightsabers cutting through Druid's as if she was cutting through butter. A light sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead showing she had been at this for a while when someone had come to inform her she needed to join Kade and Xaden as a task from Lord Snoke. Her lightsaber flashing up barely an inch from their throat making the poor soul quiver.”This better not be a trick or the next time I see you your head will be on the floor.”she said before moving the lightsaber back putting both onto her hips after sheathing them. She had gone and cleaned up before heading to her destination which apparently involved Xaden and Kade which wasn’t too surprising. Val’s gaze swept over what appeared to be prisoners of some sort then her gaze pierced Kade when he gave her an order. The smallest of scowls graced her face but she knew Kade knew better than to order her around so the orders must be from Supreme leader Snoke himself. So she walked past him and Xaden with confidence, grace, and a slightly seductive move of her hips she made her way past them.





Everything could be used as a weapon and she wasn’t above using her own looks to her advantage. So if she truly enjoyed Kade and Xadens eyes on her there was no telling. She made her way towards the man’s cell eyeing him warily. He seemed relaxed but that put her more on edge as she approached opening the door. When he stretched out his arms to allow her to cuff him she couldn’t help but snort at his tamed dog behavior. Though she supposed him coming willingly trying to probably avoid injury was a sign he wasn’t as stupid as many who came through here were. With the cuffs in place a small flick from her hand had the man shoved forwards letting him trip a little at the sudden use of force powers before straightening him back up like a puppet on a string. She moved behind him being shorter than him but the one with an advantage had her unworried and unhurried. “Has Lord Snoke said why he wants to see these… rats?”she asked, using Kades own words of rats in a cage. He hadn’t been wrong; these three were very much like rats in a cage. She nudged Monty forward leading him towards their destination as she awaited an answer from Kade or Xaden.

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MOOD: Feral.

OUTFIT: batuu outfit

LOCATION: The Supremacy - The Cells.

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MENTIONS:
Kiara
Kade
Xaden
Val

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Kiara WanderLust.
Kade

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TL;DR Worrying about Kiara and fighting Kade.

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Vea

The Protector.

The night had been long and unbecoming for sleep, or rest of any kind for that matter. Vea had been an anxious mess since the attack yesterday, the adrenaline of the moment had worn off but the pit in her stomach hadn't. She'd kept silent vigil over her sister all night, knowing that when (if) Kiara woke up she would panic at the unfamiliar surroundings. The wound in Kiara's shoulder had only served to make her worry more, though it didn't seem life-threatening it needed to be cleaned and dressed to heal properly, and based on the way they were being treated it seemed medical care was likely off the table. Over the years she'd learn how to take care of wounds herself, but she at least needed the supplies to do it.

Suddenly, the crumpled heap that was Kiara started moving, slowly enough that Vea could tell she was still groggy and likely confused. "Shh, you're okay." Vea cooed softly, running her fingers through Kiara's long hair in an effort to soothe her. It had to be terrifying waking up not knowing what had happened, and though there wasn't much she could do to change their situation she could at least let her sister know that she was here with her. The frown on her face only grew as Kiara tried to sit up and cried out in pain, they desperately needed to get her looked at by a doctor.

Letting out a long breath, she considered how exactly to explain the situation to Kiara. There wasn't much sugar-coating she could do in this situation, so she decided gently explaining the facts. "After you passed out, the First Order brought us onto their ship and threw us in these cells. You've been asleep for half a day but-"

The sound of multiple footsteps coming down the corridor made her freeze, trying to position herself so that she was able to protect Kiara and inclining her head towards the door so that she could assess the threat. Three figures stood beyond the bars of the cell, their silhouettes made even more imposing by the harsh red lighting. There was no telling what they'd come here for, but it was easy to understand that it wasn't meant to be pleasant.

The insult the man threw at them made her lip curl up into a snarl, treating them like pests as if they had not gone out of their way to take them from their planet against their will. She picked up two names, Xaden and Val, from their conversation but not much else that was useful. The buzzer by the door beeped, causing Vea to wrap her arms tighter around Kiara. They would have to rip her sister from her hands, and that was exactly what they did.

"Unhand me." Vea snapped, letting go of Kiara only so as not to hurt her sister in the process of being dragged away. She struggled against the man who held her, trying to keep her eyes on the second man who was lifting her sister off the ground. Kiara let out a yelp at the roughness with which the man grabbed her, a sound of pure rage working its way out of Vea's mouth. Kiara was always Vea's first priority, her stomach churning at the thought of not being able to fend of both of these men to save her sister if she needed to. Luckily, the second man only readjusted his grip on Kiara and moved her forward.

"Your sister?" The demon shoving her towards the door laughed, earning him a glare as icy as the endless expanse of space beyond the ships exterior. She contemplated biting the hand that nudged her forward, but worried that if she didn't keep her hands to herself they might not either. It would be smarter to see where they were going, learn the layout of the ship and its schedules before daring to escape. If they had wanted them dead they could've just executed them on Batuu instead of bringing them aboard the ship, so Vea decided to play nice....for now.

"She's hurt." Vea spoke through gritted teeth, eyes still on Kiara even as she followed in the direction the strange man shoved her. “Pity. Snoke doesn’t care for damaged goods.” Turning her harsh glare back on the First Order brute, she narrowed her gaze and brazenly inspected his figure. "He seems to keep you around." She retorted, scrunching up her nose at him in disgust.

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