Witch of Illusions

Closed roleplay blog for HomestuckStarWars

[malevolentillusionist]

Hostile Acquisitions?

[malevolentillusionist]

At the shock and psychic shout released by the Wookiee, Damara instinctively wove a cloak of illusion about herself, rendering herself invisible. Her guards had each taken a step back instinctively as well, but with a silent snarl, she forced her way into their minds, suppressing their fear and slaving them to her will. She began to circle to the Jedi’s right as she projected her voice to a position about 10 yards to the left of the massive force-user, “I don’t believe I will... need I say again, Republic dog, this is private property, you have no right to be here, YOU leave, or perhaps the ones holding your leash want to break the law? Is that what Jedi have come to these days? Petty bullies and thieves, no better than scum?”

As she spoke, she wove another illusion, her guards’ bodies seeming to twist and flow into one another, seemingly becoming one being, that upon close inspection seemed very similar to one of the krayt dragons of Tatooine, if you didn’t account for the three heads and the spines of bone extruding from the illusionary beast’s back. Meanwhile the now invisible guards drew their blasters, taking positions around the wookiee in case it did come to combat. Her voice sounded again, “Now leave, or you can face off against this little beauty here.”

She hoped that the display of what looked to be bio-alchemy would draw off any trying to figure out who she was. After all, who would connect a bio-alchemist to the illusionist that slew a jedi a couple years back? The skillsets for the two Sith arts were incredibly different, though, once she figured out the secret to breathing life into her illusions, the difference would be near negligible in some ways. Though, illusions didn’t need to necessarily be biologically viable, which would permit her far more options than any petty bio-alchemist.

[malevolentillusionist]

Hostile Acquisitions?

Damara, or as she was known now Radama, set foot in the western spaceport of Tauber followed by her retinue of bodyguards. She’d only brought three of the muscled mercenaries, not thinking she’d need a lot on a planet this close to Thyferra and the heart of the Moff’s power. She’d been delivered a missive from the Moff a week ago, ordering her to take some of her bodyguards and secure a comm relay. She had begrudgingly accepted the order for what it was, hopefully it was just this Moff bullying the newest politicoeconomic player in the system a bit, and not a sign that someone knew her secret. She really needed to set up an actual meeting with the woman sometime, get a feel for the ruler of the little corner of the galaxy she’d decided to hide away from the Jedi in.

The Megido was dressed, as always, in a magnificent dress, long sleeves concealing her hands, and the set of throwing razors in the holsters on her forearms. As a precautionary measure, she had her stolen lightsaber concealed at her waist in a purse. She sighed, not knowing how much this Moff knew was getting to her. She strode forward confidently towards the station that held a landspeeder that’d take her and her guards to this comm relay a few miles outside the city, aforementioned guards carefully watching the others in the spaceport for signs of hostility.

[bearspacejesus]

The forces many paths take one down a variety of dangerous routes, for some it leads into the ever growing truth of the Dark side, to others yet its to the battle fields to prevent the darkness from spreading farther. One such battlefield it would seem would be the communications array on a  planet known as Tauber. It was so closed to the Grand Moff’s seat of power that you could almost taste the dark energy swirling around the planet itself, yet all the same it was a place where he needed to be.

Khotet Vantas was one of the few true Jedi Masters left, and probably one of the scariest looking if all that mattered. The old Wookie loomed over most people and better yet his white fur made him stick out in most cases. However, this day, he had his body wrapped up in the traditional cloak of the Jedi, hunched over slightly against a the wall of the array. He’d been informed that there was a lot of movement in the area, and a lot of movement that he did not trust, so he’d taken the first ship here, he’d been waiting for about three days, but it seemed like it was about time for him to teach someone a new lesson.

He could feel a strange presence, one form cloaked in darkness, but it seemed to have tendrils reaching out to three, perhaps even more mercenaries and they seemed to be coming closer to his spot. The wookie had to be ready for when the worst was to happen, he’d had the place cleared out more or less, only a few people remained inside of the actual area, it was wonderful what actually happens when one puts their mind to it. Starring ahead the Wookie saw the target he was waiting for, a woman dressed in black, with a few men walking around her in a guard like manner. This was not going to be easy.

[malevolentillusionist]

Raising an eyebrow as she stepped out of the landspeeder, and internally panicking at the trademark Jedi cloak, she motioned to her bodyguards to stand between her and the mysterious figure, slipping just a thin tendril of control into their minds in case her fears were proven. Raising one delicately manicured hand to her mouth, she called out to the figure, “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave, this is a private facility owned by the Grand Moff, failure to leave could result in legal action against you.” Surreptitiously, she drew one of her razors into the palm of her other hand, still hidden by her voluminous sleeves.

The Megido didn’t want to fight, if it came down to a battle, this Jedi would most likely figure out what she was, or even who she was. She cursed her luck and Moff Condesce both. She did not want to give herself away to the Jedi, and without knowing how skilled this one might be, her hand may be forced, she was confident in her ability to escape a battle, or maybe even win one, depending on how she used her illusions, but either would reveal herself as a Dark Side user and she didn’t know if this Jedi had any help waiting in the wings.

[malevolentillusionist]

Hostile Acquisitions?

Damara, or as she was known now Radama, set foot in the western spaceport of Tauber followed by her retinue of bodyguards. She’d only brought three of the muscled mercenaries, not thinking she’d need a lot on a planet this close to Thyferra and the heart of the Moff’s power. She’d been delivered a missive from the Moff a week ago, ordering her to take some of her bodyguards and secure a comm relay. She had begrudgingly accepted the order for what it was, hopefully it was just this Moff bullying the newest politicoeconomic player in the system a bit, and not a sign that someone knew her secret. She really needed to set up an actual meeting with the woman sometime, get a feel for the ruler of the little corner of the galaxy she’d decided to hide away from the Jedi in.

The Megido was dressed, as always, in a magnificent dress, long sleeves concealing her hands, and the set of throwing razors in the holsters on her forearms. As a precautionary measure, she had her stolen lightsaber concealed at her waist in a purse. She sighed, not knowing how much this Moff knew was getting to her. She strode forward confidently towards the station that held a landspeeder that’d take her and her guards to this comm relay a few miles outside the city, aforementioned guards carefully watching the others in the spaceport for signs of hostility.