Vasani’Brinme, The Popstar
Interacting with: N/A
Unknown - CIS Space
A low drumming through her skull was the first thing that the young togruta noticed as she swam through the murky waters of regaining consciousness. At first, senses came trickling back to her piece by piece as her mind tried to shake off the clutches of unconsciousness that had gripped it mere moments before. Yet this was only a bliss as the dam holding back the wave of sensations came crashing down and her eyes shot wide open with a strangled scream of pain leaving her throat. The togruta’s eyes shot wide as both memory and new sensation surged through her mind at the same time. Her body feeling as if there were fire surging through her veins, searing every nerve that it came across while her muscles fired rapidly and out of control, yet only served to cut her wrists against the metal holding her down. The spasms growing more painful as her vision swam from the brutal feeling tearing through her. She didn’t even have the breath to scream out in pain anymore, as the shocks racing through her body stole those precious breaths from her, despite her desperate attempts to cry out for help. Which her frantic mind had attempted to reason would help her, yet a rational one would already know such actions were hopeless in her current situation.
Then just as suddenly as the pain had roused her, it suddenly cut out. Of course, the young togruta’s body still twitched occasionally and sent the rough spasm as the remnants still coursed through her. The girl’s breathing was ragged, heavy, and her eyes contained a wild and scared look as tears fell freely down her face. The girl taking a few long moments to catch her breath as her vision finally returned, and a scream stifled itself in her throat as her eyes went wide once more at the behemoth before her. The droid frame of the being before her was rather imposing, the dark cloak hanging off his shoulders and white metal of the body making the creature before her rather unmistakable. Coupled with that the yellow, slitted eyes and the intimidating stature, it was unmistakable to the popstar who was standing over her. Vasani’s instincts told her to flee, struggling against the restraints that held her to the rack which had been so recently causing her so much pain. Though her rational mind told the girl that she could not flee from the monster before her, that primal part of her mind screamed at her to run. Tears fell freely down her face as she panicked, already knowing what would come next as it had come so many times before in the recent days. The girl having gone from the refined persona she usually put off to that of a simple scared girl, something that made quite a bit of sense given her current situation.
Then the creature leaned in and let out a sinister, menacing chuckle. ”Goodmorning, Shiri” The voice said, emphasis on Vasani’s stage name in a clearly mocking tone. ”You must realize by now that there is no escape from here, girl.” The voice said as it turned towards the young togruta. Leaning in even as she tried to press away from the monster before her. Those terrible yellow eyes taking a moment to study her, as if trying to figure out whether or not she was broken yet. ”That is why you WILL tell me what I desire, little togruta.” He growled as the togruta made a small sound of panic, before seeming to try to force on a brave face despite her voice cracking. ”I won’t tell you anything, Grevious!” She tried to declare defiantly as she was interrupted a wave of laughter from the general as he leaned back and moved towards the panel on the wall of the cell, a hand hovering just over it as he could see the togruta begin to panic. ”Your words mean nothing when you quiver like a whelp, girl. Worry not, girl, when you tell me how you contacted your precious sister, she will soon be joining you in this cell.” The general said before getting cut off by the young togruta. ”You can’t do this! When she hears she’ll come kick your meta-” She tried to yell back before yelling out in pain as the general placed his hand to the panel. ”Alas, girl, I CAN do this.” He said in a small pause of the process before pressing his hand to the panel. Then he turned to leave as the girl whimpered at the sound of the device charging, and the door to her cell slamming shut just as her screams once again tore through the halls.
Talik “The Fox of Ryloth” Gida, The Rebel
Interacting with: N/A
The Liberator - Mandalore Hyperlane
Year Four, After Re-Synchronization
”Can’t this damn tub go any faster?” The twi’lek demanding of the men sitting at the control consoles around her, as she watched out the front viewscreen. The anticipation and edge in her tone rather obvious to even the casual observer. From her right side and just behind her, came a male voice with a heavy coruscanti accent. ”We’re in hyperspace, we cannot move any faster than we are going.” The voice said, as the older man stepped up and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. ”We will get there in time, lass. He added, before moving on to check on how the ship was running. Which, admittedly, was not the best shape it could be in. The occasional sparking from the consoles, and the alarms constantly blaring across the screens doing much to display the poor state that the massive ship was currently in. That is, if one didn’t cast their looks out the viewscreen and she the sparks and obvious battle scars all across the outer arms of the Lucrehulk that the girl used as a mobile base. The remnants of the previous conflict the ship was fleeing from, one which they had barely survived in the first place. ”We better make it, Admiral Kilian, I can’t lose Vasani to that monster.” The girl said in a voice heavy with concern, turning away from the admiral just as one of the crew made a sudden announcement. ”We are approaching Mandalore, and damage to the ship is rather immense. Brace yourselves, this won’t be a smooth deceleration!” He called out as the bridge crew and those around the Lucrehulk who heard the announcement over the comms all braced themselves.
Moments later, the orbit of Mandalore had a new and rather strange sight to behold. As the damaged Lucrehulk, a ship usually associated with the CIS, suddenly appeared in orbit. Although it seemed to be a bit of a rough stop as it started to spin and came to an abrupt stop. Moments later, a single mandalorian escort ship dropped behind the damaged ship as it started to right itself and began moving towards the massive orbital ring. Yet even as the ship started to move closer, one of the massive thrusters on the rear seemed to spark and send out a sputter of flames before falling dark as it failed. Immediately, the ship slowed as it no longer had the capability of producing thrust needed to move, eventually coming to a stop. Two small tugs left the station and came to latch onto the ship and start to guide it into the designated position. Meanwhile, just before the ship itself docked, an even odder sight came as a Republic Era LAAT left the Lucrehulk’s hangar and started burning its way down towards the planet itself. The speed of the gunship betrayed a need to reach the surface rather quickly for whoever happened to be onboard of the lone gunship.
Onboard said gunship, stood about five figures. One in a suit of jet black Beskar’gam, two wearing simple battle armor that had clearly seen better days, and two magna-droids standing on either side of the mandalorian girl. The gunship itself groaned and creaked as it dove sharply towards the surface of the planet, moving about as rapidly as the thing could handle at the behest of girl in the black armor. Soon enough, however, it flared up and slowed its descent as the gunship made its way towards the tower’s hangars. Soon enough making its way in and setting down with a small thud, and the side door sliding quickly open. Turning towards the two soldiers on either side, the Mandalorian spoke up. ”Once the ship is getting refueled and front end matters are done, take the next few hours to go get a drink. Just keep comms open for when we need to leave.” Came the feminine voice as she stepped off the gunship and spun on the two magna-droids who had started to follow her. ”IG, Pally, stay with the ship. I doubt they will appreciate two magna-droids walking around, even if you two are with me.” The girl said firmly, despite the immediate protests of both droids. Though they eventually stood down and moved to guard the ship. The two grumbling about it being unfair as they watched the girl make her way through the hangar.
It was a bit of a walk to make it to the turbolift that would take her up to hopefully meet with the Mandalore. Reaching up and taking off her helmet as she waited for the lift to make it to the top, the girl shook her head slightly to let the two red lekku out and to hang free. She let out a long sigh as she took a breath to calm herself before reaching her stop. Afterall, it wouldn’t really do much by way of getting the support she needed if she was overly emotional when trying to get help breaking Vasani out of that prison. As the repulsor lift stopped, Talik stepped out and took a long look around the room, before being led towards an office near the Mandalor’s office, where a woman sat behind a desk. Who, despite sitting behind a desk, still very much looked like she could throw people out the window to the side of her office. ”Thank you for seeing me, I won’t waste any time. I need the Republic of Mandalore’s help. Vasani, ner vod (my sister), has been kidnapped and my forces were not enough to break her out of that hell. Hear me out, please, ni liser va sarna kaysh (I can’t lose her).” The girl spoke in a voice quite unlike her usual. Instead of the confidence and bravado she usually carried herself with, the girl’s voice betrayed emotion. Betrayed the fear and worry she felt deep inside herself for the safety of her twin.