Session export: Adventures in the Caelus System

While the Brotherhood’s issues with the Collective continue to escalate, much within the Southern Outer Rim has remained fairly calm…for the most part.

While a portion of the Taldryan Fleet remains deadlocked in the Dalicron Sector War, back home things seem to be doing well.

Kasiya: The skirmishes between Caleria and Port Kasiya have fully ceased, and new trade agreements have been created that have started to reunite the two major cities. The rest of the planet, seems fairly normal as well.

Chyron: The Ecumenopolis has solidified its strength under the not iron fisted control of Chancellor <@414705077484257280> Na'trej, who had made it into a respectable world. Crime and piracy has been increasing in recent months, however, and a currently unknown faction seems to be working against him and his governance…

Ostara: The deadly ion storms that have ravaged the upper atmosphere have begun to break, allowing for more free travel to and from the surface. While navigational maps are no longer required, journies outside of the Citadel are still ill-advised due to the frequency of heavy storms and lightning strikes. Given how long its been since anyone has been beyond the city’s outer barriers, who knows what lies beyond…

Interitus Cairn: Thanadris has grown into a decent sized city, with most of the debris around the former Jedi outpost having been cleared away. The Thanadris Jedi have gained a positive status with most inhabitants of the Western Continent, though remain neutral with the pirates entrenched within the Southern Archipelago. At last, journies to the east have begun to explore what lies beyond in what many see as ‘the new world’.

Elysia: Now under the control of Vice-Chancellor <@344514349345275904>, the once highly productive ice city has re-started many of its foundries and blast furnaces that previously had been shut down at the order of then-Vice-Chancellor Koda Kendis. Strange acts of sabotage have continuously interrupted their progress, however, resulting in frequent shut downs. What, or who is causing it, is unknown..

Nearly a week had passed since she set out from Thanadris and sailed across the ocean to the western edges of what the locals called, the ‘Central Grasslands’.

Datapad in tow, she had taken it upon herself to map out the areas she had visited since there was no major offical record mapping out any of this close up, aside from general orbital scans.

The sights were…exhilarating, to say the least. Fjords, various types of highlands with dozens of local flora and fauna that she logged down as living there.

Days had passed before she came across a dirt-based road, evidence of others living in the region. Being forced to pick one path, she chose the southeastern path that would lead to what looked like dense woodland in the far far distance.

Knowing it would be another couple of days before she reached it, she set up camp a little ways off the road near a small stream as the sun fell. From her envoy bag, she had set up a tent and created a small fire where Alaisy sat and pecked away at small berries.

Nearby, Cassandra was in the stream washing up from the long day. She had dispatched an invite to a select few others, in case they wanted to join in the adventure. Its was something out of the ordinary, and very different from the norm. So far none had arrived, but that could always change.

Minutes before Aylin’s assault, Cass was letting herself float on the top of the water, eyes closed with the moon above. The sound of the moving water around her ears was…soothing.

She was deep in thought, as she often still was, about her future and the future of everything around. The nightmares had finally came to an end, a sign that Jorm must have succeeded against Darth Binks.

It was also nice being away from everything in a place where she could finally just…relax. No Dalicron war, no construction, no being made to study Jedi texts day in and day out by the senior-most ultra-orthodox proto jedi as if she were being groomed to assume the mantle of leadership once more following the doctrines of what they remembered as the High Republic.

It honestly frightened her. For over a decade, she knew who she was, what she had made herself to be. A politician supporting the people over herself, bolstering herself using that self-same pillar. Now, though, it all felt fake to her. Those days were gone, as was everything she had accomplished on Ostara and Kasiya both.

Aside from a couple of times, Ood and many of the others never even reached out to her anymore. The same was for Zuza as well after the last visit from her and Jorm.

That self-sacrificial pillar was all but nearly eroded away now, showing how vulnerable she was. At the same time, it was what afforded her the opportunity to finally figure out how to be…herself.

It also left her isolated and alone, a dangerous combination when the feelings of her fall from power came to the forefront. Though he was gone, the hissing words of Binks haunted and tormented her still now. She wished she had a way to escape this dark mental depressive state, but no matter how hard she tried, it felt like she was deep underwater staring at the surface far above.

At least, for this brief moment…her mind was clear.

That clarity, however, allowed Aylin to sneak up.

She heard muffled words due to her ears being underwater.

“pwash tack!”

The next thing she knew, water was splashing over her as Aylin jumped from the water. This startled Cassandra, who immediately was jolted from her brief moment of clearmindedness.

Unknowing who it was at first, she immediately turned with water-innundated open eyes and using a combination of telekinesis and matter bending to raise a wall of water between her and the newcomer to separate them before letting it fall forward onto them like a roaring wave.

Cassandra glared. Of course, Aylin would choose the non-traditional entrance.

She sat there, and floated in place in the water through the simple use of telekinesis.

“I’ll…make sure they are to your satisfaction the next time, Miss Sajark.” She responded with an intentful playfulness. It made sense she had managed to sneak up on her. She was a Nautolan, of course.

Before Aylin could know what was up next, a second and much larger wave came from slightly further away. Followed by another on its heels, almost like an ocean.

“Splash attack!”

She wanted waves to surf on…she was gonna get waves. Could use the telekinetic matter bending practice anyways.

Some time would pass before the two were finally tired, and Cassandra made her way to the edge of the water. She climbed out, the water flowing down her black neoprine suit and down her legs.

Reaching to her hair, she wrung it out as she walked towards the now long expired fire. With a gesture of her hand, some nearly chopped wood floated from nearby onto the pile. Another gesture would see a sudden ignition within it that would set the wood ablaze. Alaisy turned its head curiously and flew over with several berries to drop them into her hand.

Cassandra sat down by the fire to dry off, smiling as she took the berries.

“Thank you my friend.”

“I’ve been fairly well.” Cassandra responded as she telekinetically moved more wood onto the fire, giving it a few extra sparks with a gesture of her finger once it was in place. “Been quite a long time since we’ve last seen each other, almost two years.”

The moon was at its peak now high in the sky, giving some decent illumination of the ground below. A soft breeze made the grass and trees be heard, the leaves flowing about in the air.

“Almost didn’t expect anyone else to join me on this little adventure.”

She turned and reached into her envoy pack, and fished out some small snacks that she threw to the two of them. “Gonna start cooking the main meal soon, then we can eat.”

While she prepared that, Alaisy pecked around on the ground, collecting small bits of stuff here and there. She was making a small nest for the night.

A small pot floated above the fire with a bubbling liquid. Cassandra handled everything telekinetically, adding in some vegetables she had gathered followed by a nice lean looking meat.

Once it was in, she looked to Sofila.

“How have things been on Kasiya? In the capital?”

“Steamed Porgs.” she said with a smirk. “It’s an Albany, Kasiya thing.” A stick made its way into the pot and began to stir it, without being held. More telekinetic madness.

“And I can imagine. When I first visited there from being in the Citadel on Ostara for so long, it was vastly different compared to what I had been used to. In a way, I kind of…miss it.”

“It does. Though getting to that world is quite difficult, it’s surrounded by a fierce and thick ion storm that requires specific traversal routes to get past. Because of that, not many visit it.” she responded first to Sofila, before looking at Aylin. “I used to a long time ago, but I’ve come to be quite used to it now. I’ve even reached a point where I can control the finer parts of particles, and with practice my skills remain at their peak. It isn’t often I get to spar or fight anyone anymore, so I have to find ways to maintain myself.”

“I might have to take you up on that.” Cass mentioned, as she caught on that Sofila was acting strange. She reached out and started using the spoon with her hand instead now, but still letting the pot hover above the fire since there was nothing else to hold it up with. It wasn’t long before the porg was done, and plates were shared. “Let’s eat, then pack up and continue on. There’s supossed to be a town only a couple hours walk ahead.”

“Definitely” she responded with a soft smile as she stood up and proceeded to the tent. “I’ll be back, gotta finish getting dressed now that my underclothes are dried.”

She made her way inside, and once there she let out a slight sigh and started packing things up. It had been a nice break, and by the time she got everything packed they should be done with eating. That also gave Aylin and Sofila a chance to talk a bit as well.