Lady Absinthia

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A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

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🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Quick note since I have been pmed about this more than once - You may not under any circumstances edit your CS to adjust it in any fashion once it is approved for RP. (Only the relations may be edited for as time is called for updates to evolve them) - I have all the original Cs's that were submitted for approval saved. If edits are made and I find them (Even so much as a typo correction without approval given by me) it means immediate removal from the RP.

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Kayala Stalack

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Kayala Stalack

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Character Summary

Name: Kayala Priver Stalack
Aliases: * _{Denotes previously used, tries not to use again}

• Nanlea Riggsmi - Empire Intelligence Officer From Coruscant
• Yvonsara Stalack - Scrap Trader From Tatooine
• Lynruth Hulfow - Explorer From Dantooine
• Genetary Hoawey - Court Handmaiden From Naboo *
• Ivyria Chadedg - Fall Diver From Alderaan *
• Yesebry Colcarl - Tibanna Processor From Bespin *
• Colmira Mitstea - Thorilide Refiner from Gorse *

Age: 28
Species: Human
Homeworld: Corellia
Allegiance: New Republic
Starting Location: The Raven
Gender: Female
Languages: Galactic Basic (most dialects), Mandalorian, Huttese
Occupation: Face

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Appearance

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 140lbs
Build: Athletic/Curvy
Eyes: Amber
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Light Tan with Peach Undertones
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, several small scars (abdomen, lower back, upper thighs) from over the years but nothing large. Most are faded and go unnoticed.

Personal Style: Kayala really has no personal style of her own. From years of having the play the part that was needed she never developed one. Now there are some outfits she prefers to wear over others just due to comfort factor but when it comes down to it, it is just what is available at the time that she wears. Her large and diverse wardrobe lets her pick what she wishes but if she were to have to design or shop on her own for something just for her she wouldn't know where to begin. She would ask which planet they are stopping on next and just pick an outfit that fits.

Outside of outfits and having to play the part, if she is off duty she tends to wear her hair shortly bobbed and slicked back to keep it out of the way. Anything longer and whatever wig she might need would be far to uncomfortable. She wears minimal to no make-up if she can. Again, trying to keep it simple until it is required. The life of a face is never simple and she has to be ready to play the part at anytime. Washing off make up that doesn't fit the setting takes time and much of the time, time is not on their side.

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Psychology

Adaptable * Meddlesome * Contemplative * Suspicious * Venturesome * Calculating

Sexuality: Fluid
Relationship Status: Unattached

Personality: Being a walking chameleon leaves many to wonder if what they see is actually what they are getting with Kayala. She can appear to be sweet and loving in one situation and completely cutthroat and ruthless in the next. Like an actor on stage she plays each part so well one can be left questioning with facade they are seeing is the truth or even if they all are. In a way, they all are. A different part of her being shown to some extent when needed and then burying it back down until needed again.

Some constants are there though, ever adaptable and contemplative she never leaps before she thinks. She likes to know what she is getting into and to how to best handle the situation but she can work on the fly if needed. One has to be able to in this line of work, there is no room for errors. This makes her rather pushy at times and meddlesome, sticking her nose in where it might not belong with the crew if she thinks they can provide her with an insight to a location or people.

There is a reason outside of work that she is this way. Underneath all the facades and masks resides a woman who cares deeply, perhaps too much so. She sees things happen to people that is morally or ethically wrong and it breaks a small piece of her heart. She doesn't like breaking the law to do what she does but she knows it is needed. Sometimes the bending or breaking of one is needed to strengthen others. Yet, she always feels remorse for such actions. It tickles at the back of her subconscious but she deals with it. She hopes one day she can stop but for now as long as she is needed she will continue; until the end or her last breath.

Habits:

• Chewing on the inside of her cheek
• Popping her big toe

Hobbies:

• Needlepoint
• Puzzles

Fears:

• Iatrophobia - Keep that Medicine Man away from me! I don't care if I was shot!
• Tokophobia - Don't ever ask me to have kids, I ain't going through that.
• Nosocomephobia - Thought doctors were bad? Yeah, try to take me to a hospital...

Likes:

• Holochess
• Word Puzzles
• Hidden Picture Games
• Threads - Different colors and textures for Needle Point
• Needle Point Patterns
• Reading up on various histories and cultures

Dislikes:

• Being disturbed when trying to relax
• Having to go through multiple "Face" changes in a single day
• Judgemental People
• Assumptions
• Slavers
• Those that are out for revenge

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Cards On The Table

General Skills:

• Charm
• Cool
• Perception
• Streetwise
• Core Worlds
• Outer Rim
• Xenology

Combat Skills:

• Athletics
• Coordination
• Stealth
• Vigilance
• Brawl
• Melee

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Tan fitted trousers, brown leather calf high boots, olive green ribbed knit thin long sleeve shirt, wide belt
• Wallet - ID, 1 False ID, Creds
• Datapad
• Side snap lether loop (For Whip)
• Knife Sheaths (Thigh placement)
• Throwing Knife
• Throwing Knife
• Shock Whip
• Pocket First Aide Kit - Because Fuck Doctors
• Grease ridden and worn piece of cloth (Only thing from home she has)

Quarters:

• Extensive collection of clothing
• Wigs
• Make-up Kits
• Rest Of Her False ID's and Credentials
• Numerous Puzzle Books
• Various Needle Points
• Needle Point Stuff (thread, patterns, etc.)
• History Books
• Books on Various Myths
• HoloChess Board
• Electro Sword

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History

The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: "There is a point in life where you must chose a side or be caught in the middle. While I prefer to dance the line between what is and what was I knew eventually I would have to declare an allegiance. Neither side is without their cons but I believe the heart of the New Republic beats far fiercer and purer than that of the Empires. I hope they find a balance between the light and the dark that others have yet to achieve and if I can play a part in that, no matter how small, I will give my life for that cause."

History: Kayala was born in Coronet City, the daughter of a mechanical engineer and a bar maid in one of the cities local watering holes. It wasn't the best of money but it was enough for her parents to provide for her and send her to one of the better schools in the city. They didn't want the same life for her that they had, they wanted more for her. Yet, what a parent wants for their child and what their child receives is hardly ever the same thing.

Life in school was difficult for Kayala, not because she couldn't handle the class load. She excelled in things like history, languages, and linguistics. Her problem was her fellow students. They could smell that she was a lower class. It was here, back during her formative years that she started to develop a knack to fit in. Learning their own high brow accents, their mannerism's, their ways. Then when the time came, she asked her parents for a transfer to an even better school. Thanks to her grades she was able to get a partial scholarship and the deal was set.

A new school and the first facade was in place. Here Kayala excelled in all aspects, especially socially. She had adopted her first Face and fell into it as if it was second nature. Sure she still didn't dress the part but some quick talk and soon dressing as if you were a middle class scum was the in-thing and all the other kids were following her foot steps. This made the rest of her years in school some of the easiest in her life.

After school though things got tough. She was good at history, she could speak languages, but she was no droid. Sure, a pretty enough face, but she wasn't about to do what some women needed to do to get by unless she really was in the mood. So, what now? Take what you know and keep moving and that was what she did. Taking her ability to learn and adapt she got her foot into the door at more and more locations from the cities most underground workings Empire run facilities. Using this low level access to learn more customs, more accents, more mannerism's - all from planets she had never seen. Granted it didn't always go well and it lead to more than one brawl where Kayala finally had to learn to fight other than using her wits but she picked up well enough.

Then it was time to put things to the test, helping a local smuggler get his goods out without being caught bought her passage on a ship and she was finally off world for the first time. Since then she has honed her skills and her Faces. Working like an actress to get in where she needs to, getting what she needs done, and getting back out without others even thinking she might not be one of them. She finally found the role of her life, to be everything but herself.

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Extras

Character Quote: I forever change to fit what is needed of me but my heart remains the same.
Theme Song:


Imperial Record: I wouldn't be very good at my job if I had been caught.
Anything Else:

• Amy Gets Her Bitch On
• Anything but 1, 2, or 3. Can I list Spaceballs as my favorite? Because seriously, I fast forward through 1,2 & 3 at Ludicrous Speed!
• Is Ambidextrous

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}

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Relations Sheet

Kayala Stalack

{"How many new lives can we have? As many as we like."}
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A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

@Pundii Okies, here ya go - think I covered everything we talked about -

Kayala Stalack

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Kayala Stalack

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Character Summary

Name: Kayala Priver Stalack
Aliases: * _{Denotes previously used, tries not to use again}

• Nanlea Riggsmi - Empire Intelligence Officer From Coruscant
• Yvonsara Stalack - Scrap Trader From Tatooine
• Lynruth Hulfow - Explorer From Dantooine
• Genetary Hoawey - Court Handmaiden From Naboo *
• Ivyria Chadedg - Fall Diver From Alderaan *
• Yesebry Colcarl - Tibanna Processor From Bespin *
• Colmira Mitstea - Thorilide Refiner from Gorse *

Age: 28
Species: Human
Homeworld: Corellia
Allegiance: New Republic
Starting Location: The Raven
Gender: Female
Languages: Galactic (most dialects), Mandalorian, Huttese
Occupation: Face

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Appearance

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 140lbs
Build: Athletic/Curvy
Eyes: Amber
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Light Tan with Peach Undertones
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, several small scars (abdomen, lower back, upper thighs) from over the years but nothing large. Most are faded and go unnoticed.

Personal Style: Kayala really has no personal style of her own. From years of having the play the part that was needed she never developed one. Now there are some outfits she prefers to wear over others just due to comfort factor but when it comes down to it, it is just what is available at the time that she wears. Her large and diverse wardrobe lets her pick what she wishes but if she were to have to design or shop on her own for something just for her she wouldn't know where to begin. She would ask which planet they are stopping on next and just pick an outfit that fits.

Outside of outfits and having to play the part, if she is off duty she tends to wear her hair shortly bobbed and slicked back to keep it out of the way. Anything longer and whatever wig she might need would be far to uncomfortable. She wears minimal to no make-up if she can. Again, trying to keep it simple until it is required. The life of a face is never simple and she has to be ready to play the part at anytime. Washing off make up that doesn't fit the setting takes time and much of the time, time is not on their side.

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Psychology

Adaptable * Meddlesome * Contemplative * Suspicious * Venturesome * Calculating

Sexuality: Fluid
Relationship Status: Unattached

Personality: Being a walking chameleon leaves many to wonder if what they see is actually what they are getting with Kayala. She can appear to be sweet and loving in one situation and completely cutthroat and ruthless in the next. Like an actor on stage she plays each part so well one can be left questioning with facade they are seeing is the truth or even if they all are. In a way, they all are. A different part of her being shown to some extent when needed and then burying it back down until needed again.

Some constants are there though, ever adaptable and contemplative she never leaps before she thinks. She likes to know what she is getting into and to how to best handle the situation but she can work on the fly if needed. One has to be able to in this line of work, there is no room for errors. This makes her rather pushy at times and meddlesome, sticking her nose in where it might not belong with the crew if she thinks they can provide her with an insight to a location or people.

There is a reason outside of work that she is this way. Underneath all the facades and masks resides a woman who cares deeply, perhaps too much so. She sees things happen to people that is morally or ethically wrong and it breaks a small piece of her heart. She doesn't like breaking the law to do what she does but she knows it is needed. Sometimes the bending or breaking of one is needed to strengthen others. Yet, she always feels remorse for such actions. It tickles at the back of her subconscious but she deals with it. She hopes one day she can stop but for now as long as she is needed she will continue; until the end or her last breath.

Habits:

• Chewing on the inside of her cheek
• Popping her big toe

Hobbies:

• Needlepoint
• Puzzles

Fears:

• Iatrophobia - Keep that Medicine Man away from me! I don't care if I was shot!
• Tokophobia - Don't ever ask me to have kids, I ain't going through that.
• Nosocomephobia - Thought doctors were bad? Yeah, try to take me to a hospital...

Likes:

• Holochess
• Word Puzzles
• Hidden Picture Games
• Threads - Different colors and textures for Needle Point
• Needle Point Patterns
• Reading up on various histories and cultures

Dislikes:

• Being disturbed when trying to relax
• Having to go through multiple "Face" changes in a single day
• Judgemental People
• Assumptions
• Slavers
• Those that are out for revenge

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Cards On The Table

General Skills:

• Charm
• Cool
• Perception
• Streetwise
• Core Worlds
• Outer Rim
• Xenology

Combat Skills:

• Athletics
• Coordination
• Stealth
• Vigilance
• Brawl
• Melee

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Tan fitted trousers, brown leather calf high boots, olive green ribbed knit thin long sleeve shirt, wide belt
• Wallet - ID, 1 False ID, Creds
• Datapad
• Side snap lether loop (For Whip)
• Knife Sheaths (Thigh placement)
• Throwing Knife
• Throwing Knife
• Shock Whip
• Pocket First Aide Kit - Because Fuck Doctors
• Grease ridden and worn piece of cloth (Only thing from home she has)

Quarters:

• Extensive collection of clothing
• Wigs
• Make-up Kits
• Rest Of Her False ID's and Credentials
• Numerous Puzzle Books
• Various Needle Points
• Needle Point Stuff (thread, patterns, etc.)
• History Books
• Books on Various Myths
• HoloChess Board
• Electro Sword

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History

The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: "There is a point in life where you must chose a side or be caught in the middle. While I prefer to dance the line between what is and what was I knew eventually I would have to declare an allegiance. Neither side is without their cons but I believe the heart of the New Republic beats far fiercer and purer than that of the Empires. I hope they find a balance between the light and the dark that others have yet to achieve and if I can play a part in that, no matter how small, I will give my life for that cause."

History: Kayala was born in Coronet City, the daughter of a mechanical engineer and a bar maid in one of the cities local watering holes. It wasn't the best of money but it was enough for her parents to provide for her and send her to one of the better schools in the city. They didn't want the same life for her that they had, they wanted more for her. Yet, what a parent wants for their child and what their child receives is hardly ever the same thing.

Life in school was difficult for Kayala, not because she couldn't handle the class load. She excelled in things like history, languages, and linguistics. Her problem was her fellow students. They could smell that she was a lower class. It was here, back during her formative years that she started to develop a knack to fit in. Learning their own high brow accents, their mannerism's, their ways. Then when the time came, she asked her parents for a transfer to an even better school. Thanks to her grades she was able to get a partial scholarship and the deal was set.

A new school and the first facade was in place. Here Kayala excelled in all aspects, especially socially. She had adopted her first Face and fell into it as if it was second nature. Sure she still didn't dress the part but some quick talk and soon dressing as if you were a middle class scum was the in-thing and all the other kids were following her foot steps. This made the rest of her years in school some of the easiest in her life.

After school though things got tough. She was good at history, she could speak languages, but she was no droid. Sure, a pretty enough face, but she wasn't about to do what some women needed to do to get by unless she really was in the mood. So, what now? Take what you know and keep moving and that was what she did. Taking her ability to learn and adapt she got her foot into the door at more and more locations from the cities most underground workings Empire run facilities. Using this low level access to learn more customs, more accents, more mannerism's - all from planets she had never seen. Granted it didn't always go well and it lead to more than one brawl where Kayala finally had to learn to fight other than using her wits but she picked up well enough.

Then it was time to put things to the test, helping a local smuggler get his goods out without being caught bought her passage on a ship and she was finally off world for the first time. Since then she has honed her skills and her Faces. Working like an actress to get in where she needs to, getting what she needs done, and getting back out without others even thinking she might not be one of them. She finally found the role of her life, to be everything but herself.

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Extras

Character Quote: I forever change to fit what is needed of me but my heart remains the same.
Theme Song:


Imperial Record: I wouldn't be very good at my job if I had been caught.
Anything Else:

• Amy Gets Her Bitch On
• Anything but 1, 2, or 3. Can I list Spaceballs as my favorite? Because seriously, I fast forward through 1,2 & 3 at Ludicrous Speed!
• Is Ambidextrous

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

@Morose And my first thought was - HOW CAN JACK CHEAT ON TATI!!! LMAO

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

@Pundii Hrm, now this looks like fun. Gonna check my schedule now that things are calming down and the kids are in school. See if I take on one more RP >.>

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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Amy Chang

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Location: Town Center
Interacting With: Idiots (Aka The Press)

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Dr. Chang rushed towards the Town Center, ready to get back to work and get lost in the crowd. She wasn't about to deal with Doctor Dreamy ever again. Her hand was still gripping the softball tightly in her fingers inside her lab coat pocket. Then suddenly the press was around her, this was not what she needed.

There was a reason that the hospital did not use Amy as a speaker for them. The woman did not know how to hold her tongue and said whatever was on her mind. Now the press was shoving a mic in her face and people wanting to know her thoughts on the matter. Oh, this was going to be fun....

"Could you tell us your thoughts on the Altsoba Massacre?" the bitch in a suit asked Amy.

"When was the last time you cracked a dictionary bitch? A massacre is a an indiscriminate and brutal slaughter of people. This isn't indiscriminate. This is people loosing their minds. These people aren't killing because it seems like the fun thing to do on a Saturday night, each one has a reason even if it is moronic," she said nearly spatting in the woman's face as she tried to push through but they weren't budging and Amy's grip tightened on the softball in her pocket.

"Then why are they killing?" the woman asked not wanting to let up.

"Do I look like a fucking psychologist? Or them? You want to know why they are killing, why don't you go shove that mic in their faces and see how well that goes. Or better yet, shove it up your ass? Now fucking move it, I have work to do. Or would you like more people to die because you wanted to get your story on TV for a bunch of people that will.... Oh, I don't know, be dead, because their doctors were held up! Doesn't make a lot of sense does it? Doing interviews for people that will be dead because of the people you are interviewing. That is a rather brutal thing to do don't you think, and indiscriminate because you don't care who dies while I am caught up here. That my dear cunt, is a massacre," Amy added before finally having enough and shoving her way passed the press and causing the mic to hit the woman in the head in the process.

"Whoops," she said before running off back to the tents for the make shift ER right there in the middle of town. Rushing over she grabbed her bat and kept it close as she went back to work.

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Danica Graves

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Location: #8 Aunt Sues Inn
Interacting With: The Net

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End Of The World Travels By Danica Graves
Day 1 - Part Two

Okay, before I start, let me get one thing taken care of. I am fine! Alive and still kicking, which is more than what I can say about a lot of people here but more on that in a minute. I am okay for those of you worried, those of you now. Why in the hell are you here other than to troll? I mean, seriously how pathetic are your lives that everything in this world is being turned on its side and you still have enough time and stamina to going through the net just to post crap on other people's pages. It is bad enough you types exist when things are fine but now? Leaves me thinking that maybe this whole shit storm on wheels is a good thing cause seriously, if you won't jump off a bridge then at least the world will take it out from under you.

Anywho, enough with those fucktards. Shit has officially hit the fan here in Hell, oh excuse me. I mean.. wtf was the name of this town again? Oh yeah, Altsoba. I keep wondering if I stick the words Altsoba Washington into one of those Scrabble word finders and it come off as some doomsday anagram. The amount of fucked up shit that has happened here since I stepped out of my front door this morning is more than anyone should have to deal with and yet I haven't gone through anything compared to most out there. I mean at least I am still breathing.

You won't believe me when I say this, hell I hardly believe it myself and it happened in front of my own eyes. I mean I Was lifted off the ground by what I can only think of was a ghost. I mean I didn't get slimmed or anything like that but hey, getting lifted off the ground and suspended in the air like a bad episode of Scooby Doo was no fun at all. I looked for wires, there were none. Maybe magnets? Fuck it, better safe than sorry. Anyone have the number for Ghostbusters?

As if suddenly figuring out how to do zero gravity in the middle of a hospital emergency room wasn't bad enough and suddenly seeing ye old dead as fuck John Moses ~inserts video taken~ My day has only gotten that much more freaky. You know that saying that goes no good deed goes unpunished? Yeah, well it's true. Helped this woman out by the name of Elizabeth, that is when all hell broke loose. I'll leave out the graphic details but poor thing is gone now. Last thing I remember about her before she died... was something like this.

So yeah, that has been my day so far. I think I need a drink. Stay safe out there folks, this crazy world has just gotten worse.

Toodles Bitches
Dani~

Hitting post Danica leaned back in her chair and closed the laptop. Just how much worse were things going to be?

The Altenian Nexus - Accepting

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Silvia Adenias

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Location: The MOR

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Silvia had never seen such a cluster fuck of records as she sat there going through the last years worth of so called paper work. It wasn't the Towers fault, Tristan had had so many things blacked out over the years it was hard to tell what had happened. She had seen similar tactics used in the past by other tower leads but not to this extent. Sure it was a Leads prerogative to run their tower as they saw fit and as long as the numbers were sent it the GTC didn't care what else was going on as long as it didn't cause a problem. Thing was, there was a problem, a lot of them. The people seemed to be miserable. She had seen some working in Prison Colony's having a better outlook on life. This place seemed to be set up as more of a punishment than a job.

Sighing she leaned back in her seat and rubbed her temples. She had heard the rumors about Tristan but she had figured at least some of them had been exaggerated, seemed they weren't. In fact it seemed that the rumors hadn't really even touched the surface. Something had to be done before this Tower got any worse but as long as Tristan was there she doubted much would change. Sure she could do what she thought was right when she was on shift but when it came own to it Tristan could undo it all soon as he stepped back into the MOR and make it even worse. She really didn't want to make matters worse for the people.

"You have that look in your eyes," Marc said as he chuckled a bit. Silvia didn't say anything in retort, just letting a smirk crawl across her lips. Marc shook his head and excused himself, wanting to head down to the commissary to get a bite to eat. Time on Altenia was vastly different than back on Earth. He was going to bring Silvia something back but she wasn't wanting to eat until she was off shift and with Tristan being in the infirmary still she had no idea when they would be. Granted she figured once he was out her and he would be having several choice words for the other.

At least the repairs were going well and nothing else was getting damaged at that time. Silvia went to work on getting a few things together for the repair crew, as a sign of gratitude once everything was complete. Some things would still take days to finish up but at least the biggest problems had been dealt with; the tower wasn't compromised structurally and Silvia's crystal was in working order now.

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The Infirmary

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Down in the infirmary Tristan was groggy but it didn't stop him from being livid, all it did was keep him from lashing out fully physically, telepathically, or verbally. In fact most of what he said came out as drunken gibberish at first. He thought he was speaking clear as crystal but in the end no one around him could make out a single thing he was saying. Which in turn made him even more furious because he thought people were ignoring what he was saying. Didn't matter they kept telling him that he wasn't making sense or that he needed to wait until he woke up more fully, his blood pressure kept rising.

Looking over towards Fisher as he came in he narrowed his eyes and managed to get out the first coherent thing he had said since Crisna had knocked him out in the first place.

"I want her put in chains!" he hissed as he lay there. Crisna coming in as she heard him finally making sense. Sitting up the bed he was laying on a bit so he wasn't still flat on his back even though she thought it was better that way. "And off world, now!" he added as he flung his hands in the air, trying to get Crisna away from him, he didn't want to be examined right then. Crisna just rolled her eyes and walked back out of the room. He obviously was feeling well enough that he wasn't going to keel over dead in the next five minutes. Mores the pity.

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The Brax'Na Village

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Dawn had broken hours before in the village of the Brax’Na. The village of the Brax’Na was unlike all other settlements on Altenia. It wasn’t an advanced society, having pushed aside modern ways to hold tight to their heritage. One that was mostly unknown to the GTC due to the isolation the Brax’Na preferred to keep. They had some modern items and knew how to run GTC machinery to help find and dig out the crystals so the Singers could do their job. It was a good living, providing well for them. Well, it would have been if Tristan didn’t find every possible loophole in the system to keep the Brax’Na from receiving their payment and goods of trade in exchange for the work they did.

Due to the Brax’Na having no known talents they were not much of a threat in the eyes of the GTC and there for their complaints usually went to deaf ears. What the GTC and the Brax’Na did not know was that Tristan intercepted most communications and weeded out anything that would cause him anything more than a mild inconvenience. He enjoyed keeping the Brax’Na under his thumb, they were beneath him as far as he was concerned and if they were ever to rise up he felt confident that he could snub them out without issue; including their precious Jun’Krama.

The council came together early for the talks of the day. The talks as usual revolved around two things; Crystal Harvesting and the local Tower Lead Tristan. In the council room was filled with all the members including the Jun’Krama, the chief of the Brax’Na. The various leaders of the village were in an uproar. Another payment and another shipment of supplies was being held up by Tristan. Nothing had been left at the designated drop point that morning and their food supplies were running short.

“I have had it with that loathsome creature in his pristine tower,” one of the council members, Kre’lin bellowed as he rose from his seat and slammed his fist into the table. “We must take action! We are warriors! Not slaves!”

“And what would that do? Cause the annihilation of our kind? We do not possess the needed resources to take on a Tower, much less the GTC when they decide to retaliate if we for some reason were able to take the Tower,” an older Brax’Na member of the council growled from his seat.

“You are weak Ty’jin! Age has caused you to be fearful instead of fearless,” Kre’lin snapped towards the older man. Within a split second Ty’jin has risen from his chair and his sword was at the throat of Kre’lin.

“Do not doubt my skill young one. Age has not made me weak, it has made me cautious,” he said as he removed the sword from the mans throat and placed it back in its sheath before sitting back down in his seat. “Jun’Krama, we must speak with GNC once again and let them know what it going on.”

“That has done nothing in the past!” Kre’lin said as he rubbed his throat, a small trickle of blood coming from a razor slice. The rest of the council yelled and knocked the table in agreement.

“Perhaps, but we have to try. There is word of a new T-1 on the planet. Perhaps a changing of the guard is happening,” Ty’jin retorted quickly.

“A woman, what good would she be? We have no need of help from that kind. Talent or Woman!” Kre’lin bellowed.

Ignoring what Kre’lin said Ty’jin leaned closer to the Jun’Krama. “Perhaps it is time you made a personal appearance at the tower; a show of force that we will not stand for it anymore but not a show of war. Woman or not, anything would be better than that demon in the tower now. Even the Goddess of Chaos of herself,” Ty’jin said, referring to the very woman in their lore that had killed their strongest so long ago. The very reason Brax’Na hated woman and talents. “And being a woman, perhaps weak enough to not stand against you?” he said as he perked a brow and awaited word from the one they called their God Warrior.

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