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@TheWatchDog
Tasaia watched the apparently unusually mirthful Jade prod her ribs, though the hit would result in no reaction given the armor the Farghul wore. As they walked, though, the tear into the Force washed over them. Mara reacted the worst of the three, though Tasaia was closest behind given how deeply she tended to immerse herself in the Force. She staggered, catching herself by wrapping her tail around Mara's waist and then using it to help support her. She found the description rather apt, though she would have probably described it more like a blade between the Dark Side's ribs.

Hamner's question as he looked at the Farghul was met with a grim shake of her head. "No...you are thinking too small. Something that strong could make a wound in the Force. It's likely to have galaxy wide consequences. We're going to need to prepare for something potentially worse than the war we just ended." Her grim forecast seemed almost confirmed by Luke. As he spoke and Jade regained her composure, Tasaia let go of her waist, letting her tail fall back down, the tip flicking back and forth as the felinoid worked through her agitation.

Luke asked her, almost plead with her, to help them. Whether he asked or not, this was too important to ignore. "Master Luke, you needn't ask. It is part of my duties to protect those that cannot protect themselves. This will require my attention and will likely start to draw the rest of my order towards it if it continues to grow like I predict." She flipped her comm open again.

"Mistress?" The droid's cadence was one of worry as Tasaia rarely contacted her so often.

"Prepare the ship for flight. Do a weapons check. Get all the guest rooms ready and reserve two of the passenger rooms for individuals. Take stock of our medical supplies and rations. Make sure we can operate at full capacity for at least three weeks. Battle is likely, so arm yourself, my dear." Tasaia, while normally very light and full of levity, had become cold and serious for the message. Everything had to be prepared and perfect if a mission was taking place.

"I will, Mistress. Come back unharmed once we meet the enemy. I shall inform our gunner." The line went dead as her droids jumped into action.

Her serious demeanor broke back down once her orders were issued, a smile forming under her helmet when Mara asked if she would prefer some combat. "Very much so. I enjoy my hunts, especially if I have another predator to share the spoils with me." She pulled out her lightsaber and gave it a small flourish to test its weight before extending both blades and checking the emitters. "Been a while, old friend. You are as eager as ever." To anyone that understands sabers, they would notice the obvious signatures of synthetic crystals, though the energy pulses traveling from base to tip every few seconds would mean the crystal were compressed to produce more agile, slender blades. Tasaia then switched one blade off and activated the dual phase, careful to face partially away as the blade extended to its three meter length. "Yes, you are very eager to be my claws once again." She then turned it off before placing it back at her belt and turning to Mara.

"My equipment is ready. My ship will be ready shortly. We can leave whenever. You get your own room, same to you, Master Hamner. Each has a sanisteam for use, so please feel free to clean up any time you desire. And Master Jade, if you need clothing, I think you will fit in mine should you want something light and airy to lounge in before the battle." She then turned towards the direction of her ship. "I can lead you to it if desired. I will also drop the illusion to allow it to be detected on sensors. Please warn our allies of its sudden appearance." She waved her hand in the direction of the ship, letting her strong illusion ritual fall. Anyone manning sensors would suddenly see a large ship appear within walking distance of the temple, hidden in the jungles. Its thermal signature would be minimal as it was landed and only powered for living. The size, though, would hint at it being either a large civilian freighter or a medium troop transport.
Before she could start to introduce herself, she felt Kitchi wake up and decide to see what the commotion was. She sat quite still, seemingly used to the feeling of the little spirit essentially living in her cleavage. After all, for a tinker imp, there was plenty of space given Eshima's size. She wanted to play her drum, which was always welcome, but Eshima had to stop playing to allow the conversation.

"Kitchi, yth tepoha ekess kikrem hesina vur hak nymuer zahae vi geth. Hak yth shilta lehhav ulnaus."

She then put her bachi back into her waist band and then set her shamisen aside. Turning slightly to see the rest of the room, she did not stand up seeing as she was already head height for most of the room even sitting. "I am Eshima. By profession, I make my living by hunting monsters and crafting their pieces into useful items to sell or use. I am also an artificer. I can weave magic into items and smith items. This rifle here was made from scratch by me and uses magic and crystals rather than any sort of propellant powder. My cooking skills are average and enough for tasty home meals, but I do have a peculiar skill with making survival meals like pemmican. So, if we need long lasting trail food, I can do so. I also am very skilled at gardening. As such, I have the skills to grow and identify many useful plants for various uses, both cooking and medicinal."

She paused and gave Kitchi a little scratch under the chin with one finger. "I am a skilled fighter as well. This little one goes by Kitchi. She is a spirit called a tinker imp. She makes her own little items and has a penchant for taking small items any time she thinks she can use them. So, if you suddenly are missing something, let me know and I can probably find it if Kitchi took it. I am still teaching her about personal property. She also is not something you want to get angry. Her fighting technique is...a spectacle we shall say."
@TheWatchDog
Jade's surprise at her armor was comforting on some level. Tasaia was an above average smith for her previous order but was not any of the most masterful they had. Her work was beautiful and effective, but it was nowhere near as intricate as the most seasoned the Jensaarai had. "I am glad you enjoy my craftsmanship. There are far better than I among the Jensaarai, but mine is still above the average. Perhaps it is good the Sith could not properly work the alchemy and machining. It gives us a bit of an edge against those that would seek only to destroy." She thought it was almost comical that her old order had found a means to meld technology and alchemy so easily while the Sith, the original alchemists, floundered and hurt themselves. "I must say, though, it is funny that the most esteemed Sith cannot even do what a Jensaarai apprentice does to become a full fledged defender. Our armor and the systems inherent are modifications and hand crafting done to ascend from what would be your Padawans into what would be your Knights. I had not considered it anything but simple work to be done, yet out here people flounder and marvel at it."

She then heard Hamner's comms go off. His conversation led her to realize they had some duties to the New Republic, as expected given their funding source. Luckily, it was nothing that would be aggressive. Jade offered for her to come along, and the Farghul nodded, sweeping her hair back before taking her helmet from Jade and putting it back on. "I do prefer the living as I can manage them easier. Let's warn them about my...techniques for private conversations, though. I will be weaving an illusion in the chamber much like I did for us earlier." She took a step closer to Jade, leaning in for a whisper. "If you want to learn, I can teach. If we get the materials, I am happy to help you craft your own special set of armor. However, there is more ceremony to this than just practical armor. Your armor is an extension of you, just like your saber. We can discuss this more when we have a bit more time to breathe, though I'd prefer in my ship as it has air conditioning."

She raised her brace and flipped it open, revealing a more advanced comm unit than most. She called her ship, her servant droid answering.

"Yes, Mistress?"

Tasaia rolled her eyes under helmet at the feminine voice's insistence at calling her Mistress. Some habits die hard. "I will be home late and possibly with guests. please make sure the guest quarters are nice and tidy and the sanisteams are online and working." The voice responded within moments.

"No need, Mistress. I have already done so as I ran out of cleaning duties and had nothing interesting to read or draw. If it pleases you, I will brush up on my game techniques to entertain any guests."

The Farghul giggled at that. "You can play any time without asking permission. My ship is your home as well and you deserve some fun. See you later." She closed the comm before shaking her head. "That girl is sweet but her programming still hasn't developed far enough beyond the subservience yet."
While he couldn't block both, Ambrosio did think on his feet and block the ichor blasts. To mitigate the zweihander, he moved forward slightly and set the haft of his weapon on his shoulder, catching the large blade with it. The haft acted as both a shock absorber and a bit of a channel to guide the blade, causing it to slide some backward along the haft and relieve a good bit of pressure from the blow. It still hurt like hell, but it gave him time to react without having taken a huge hit.

He shifted his haft down, letting the larger weapon draw his blade downward. With a bit of ingenuity, he moved his weapon from beneath the larger blade. This caused the polearm to spring up from the released force, adding to Ambrosio's upward lift, causing a devastating slice to fly straight towards the now vulnerable underarm of the Lost, intending to cripple or kill through its body.
Kistal's face broke out into a sickening grin as Allanon gave him the green light to mess with the Ambassador. "Gladly. These cowards hide behind masks and try to act like they are superior. They are simply murderous dogs baying to their bloody master." He began to step forward, a dangerous glint in his eye. His free hand came up in a claw, a draw of alcohol coming forth into it. "I guess twice in one day will not hurt anyone...well anyone I want to keep safe." He pointed his spear at the Ambassador, the orb of alcohol beginning to undulate and roil like a disturbed ocean wave.

"Cowards, sinners, murderers, bastards must one day look inwards. You bring pain, hate, love lost, and blood spilled. May your blackened heart and tainted soul with my ire be filled." His hand flicked forward, the orb dissipating as he once again cast his strongest curse upon the Ambassador. He had no intention of letting him live, but misery and agony were not out of the question.

The naga wanted to stop Dorran, but his pride and honor as well as the threat to an innocent gave her pause. It was her mistake. His death led her to brandish her fans and begin to stalk towards Malkhad. "No, the self-obsessed 'chief' is mine. Krogan was my friend and companion. He would see this pathetic excuse of a bandit and bemoan what his blood beget. Malkhad, I challenge you to a duel. I shall remove your life as payment for the lives you ruined and for the good of Krogan's memory." As she got closer, her form seemed to almost shimmer. "You seek to show your full power, so I shall show mine. Your men fell for a despot. I rise to protect the good and innocent. My power against yours shall personify the odds we sit upon."

Her movements stayed smooth but she seemed to grow, her legs lengthening within a bright golden light. Her form shifted, losing its human appearance. Her blue hair flowed down along her back as her legs disappeared, giving way to a quickly growing snake tail. Her approach stopped a few dozen feet from her intended duel partner, the tail coiling under her as she reached her full thirty foot length. She raised part of her tail up, taking on the appearance of a snake readying to strike. An ophidian hiss issued forth, her teeth changing some as her canines lengthened to fully reveal her fangs. She drew her fans to her mouth, biting into the feathers and releasing her potent neurotoxins into them, letting them coat the blades. "You witness the true form of Inquisitor Chihiro Aozaki of the Flores Sororibus Serpentis." Her orange eyes glared at Malkhad, full of unconcealed disdain. "And I shall end you today for the sake of Kalla."
Rather than explain why her armor had inbuilt temperature and humidity controls, Tasaia took the chance and plopped her helmet over Jade's head. Despite not being sealed or fitted properly, it still obviously was trying to regulate the temperature to a comfortable cool and keep the humidity in a moderate range. "My armor does most of the work, darling. I just groom myself in my ship otherwise. The sanisteam feels amazing when you get out of this muggy jungle for the day."

She let go of the helmet, figuring Jade would take it off when she felt the effects. Looking to Luke and her other companions, she planted her hands on her hips. "I am not versed in dealing with spirits like this. I can try to contact some of my peers, but an exorcism is very new to me. If my skills can be used elsewhere in the meantime, we should focus my energies there." She gave one last look to the temple, grimacing somewhat as she could still detect pangs of that spirit. "It bothers me to be so near it. It prickles my fur."
Not to be outdone, Ambrosio's grim expression played to the soon to be dead Lost by him. A couple thralls rushed him. His experience led him to simply sidestep and impale the first on his bardiche and slam the other into the wall with his shield. The impaled one arguably got off easier as it simply died from the sudden thrust. The second one had a horrible fate of being crushed for almost a full second against the wall, cracks and meaty rips echoing in the area. Once he pulled his shield back and slammed it down in a defensive wall position, the now mostly ground to a pulp Lost slid wetly to the floor.

He flicked the Lost off of his polearm, resting the head on the top of his shield, ready to strike at any that approached his shield. "Your waves will crash and break on my shield. Die to your own arrogance, worms." His shield blazed with light, his heightened emotional state seeming to form what seemed to be a layer of formed light, covered in deadly spines.His eyes narrowed beneath his helm. As he waited, he began rapping the top of his shield with the spine of his blade. A low, resonating growl issued forth, practically goading the Lost to focus on him first as he made himself a target.
As Allanon drew closer, Kistal drew the spear out of the shielded warrior with a sickening crack, flicking the blood off with a small flourish. He let out a haunting, rumbling laugh as he closed in on the few surviving bandits. "The bell tolls as the die rolls. Each speaks to your plight. Neither flight nor fright will preserve your life. I am here to fill the world with strife." He fell silent as he stalked off to the side of one more bandit. He opted not to give the blinded man any pause and casually impaled him on the spear, leaving it there as he suddenly darted behind the group to attack from a new angle. The next target experienced a worse fate as Kistal kicked him into the air, letting him fall onto his horns with a sickening crack before being flung off to the side.

The satyr saw Allanon arrive right after the gruesome display. "Ah yes, the cavalry has arrived. Welcome to the killing floor, my friend. Let's make some bloody fine art!" He pulled the spear out of the nearby bandit with a twisting dance before literally skipping over to be beside his ally.

Hilde and the others took the frontline, but Chihiro made magic course through her body, enhancing her speed, strength, and endurance far beyond that of her companions. She used this to dart behind some nearby tents and practically appear out of thin air on the flank of the back lines. The first bandit had no time to react before the naga was upon him. "None of you deserve my redemption." To any who knew what that meant, it would surprise them. Her order normally offered redemption before attacking. For them to forgo that meant that the inquisitor deemed them unable to be redeemed and only worth destruction.

Chihiro's next move was to begin her dance of death. With ample twists, turns, graceful lopes between foes, and swift slashes, she flitted across the back line, cutting a bloody swath with her bladed fans. Her targets fell one by one, some seeming to almost be stuck standing for a second before their bodies seemed to catch up with the fatal strikes. The deaths were swift, mostly throats cut or hearts pierced, the blood flying freely and coating the sands in intricate swirling patterns. Surprisingly, given she just destroyed the backline in a few seconds, Chihiro did not have a speck of blood on her or her weapons as she came out on the opposite flank, looking over to her allies and giving a wink. "Back line is clear, my darlings!"
With Mara coming so close and basically hanging off the Farghul, Tasaia responded surprisingly well. She bumped her hip lightly to Jade's and rested her clawed gauntlet on the opposite hip as they walked. "Mmmm, yes, well let's not empty the Order's coffers or clothing inventory. We could find a few political fatcats to get some...donations to our cause if that's how you want to play it." She let out a surprisingly girly giggle, throwing a few nearby people for a loop given her imposing armor and stance.

As the three others began to discuss some more important matters, Mara could feel Tasaia's fingers press into her hip some as the woman thought deeply about the situation. Once they spoke of it all and their concerns, the Farghul felt she had the floor enough to speak. "Yes, well, some grounding in traditions will help us gain a foothold to become better than our predecessors. However, the more pressing concern is that presence in the Force. Regardless of these larger forces at work, we need to figure out our local issue before it consumes us. One cannot deal with outside interference before internal issues are resolved, after all. The surge was not natural. It sent some of the local animals into a frenzy and made others spooked to the point of hiding for days, even the predators. There have been a few more minor pulses over the years I have been here, but the one last week strikes me as the harbinger of more powerful aftershocks."

Tasaia took a pause to sigh heavily and close her eyes, feeling the Force again. The presence was growing ever more oppressive. She opened her eyes, a grim expression on her face. "We should be wary and ready for a fight on our hands. This arrogance is destructive, pride driven beyond human limits. I want at least some focus upon this before we begin training in earnest. Young Force users training in an atmosphere such as this are far more likely to accidentally delve into powers that corrupt, whether they intend to or not. I would rather not risk our fledgling group for the sake of showing off to the bureaucrats that we can begin training right now."
Eshima's turn came relatively quickly. She had no flyer, but she did mention the job and its description. The man behind the counter was satisfied enough, but he had another matter to attend. The body of one of her antagonizers had managed, surprisingly, to crack the wall. She figured it was fair to ask her to fix it given she was the one who used it to break the man's body. She pulled a pristine wyvern's claw from her pack and placed it on the counter. It was overkill to be sure, but the extra worth meant she would be in his good graces as she obviously did not have hostile intentions.

Once led inside of the waiting room, she found a chair and sat down, folding one foot underneath her opposite knee. Despite not really needing to protect her modesty as she wore a short cut pair of shorts under her waist belt, she still habitually did it to prevent people ogling her when undesired. She then slipped her rifle and instruments off, laying them beside the wall she set up by. Then, she placed her club and sword on the floor beside them. From her instruments, she picked up the shamisen and drew the bachi from her waist belt. Then, she quickly made sure it remained tuned before beginning to play. Her song was far from slow and calming. It was not intended for anything but entertainment and to keep her occupied.


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