Session export: [ARC-COU] With Apologies to Kashyyyk

Chaos.

And yet…it was an artistic masterpiece on a scale she’d never dared imagine. The artist inside her, often at odds with the engineer that dominated her waking mind, appreciated the colors all around her and the thought and…intrigue that went into designing this “game”.

Fortunately, Zig’s helmet visor kept the glitter from her eyes. She darted away from the epicenter and something caught her eye immediately. Was that a…mask of some kind. A bear…no…a porg snorkel mask?

The Zygerrian shrugged and scooped it up and slid it into her satchel. Probably come in handy.

“Voidbreakers lead the way!” Zig hooted, pumping her fist in the air.

“Zig- oh your poor satchel.” Zuza, who had remained at the centre of this platform in the strange glittery domain, had begun to call out but simply muttered to herself by the end of her words. She looked around with a mixture of caution and delight. It was so pretty.

But also dammit Atty.

Arcona’s Rollmaster was content to remain in place for the moment.

_ Marick sighed silently and closed his eyes just at the right moment. When he opened them again, he still caught a bit of the aftermath of the glittery detonations.

Which, honestly wasn’t that much different than his usual life, so.

“Papa,” a small but grave sounding voice came from below. “Mother has gone quite fawr this time.”

The Hapan glanced down at his daughter, who seemed to get bigger and grow more every time he blinked. Her white hair cascaded down to either side of her freckled face and rounded nose, which she crinkled slightly as her two-toned eyes glanced around.

“Kirra,” Marick said calmly. “You don’t have to be pretend to be a big girl today. You can have fun like everyone else,” he explained.

The Hapa-luka-sephi child frowned slightly, looked down, but then quickly tipped her head up proudly to meet her fathers gaze. Then she smiled, and Marick’s heart continued its daily ritual of slowly de-thawing from its iron casing.

“Think we win?” she asked, a more childlike glee filling her voice.

“If we work together,” he said softly as he knelt down and let Kirra climb on top of his shoulders. “I’ll be trusting you as my eyes.”

Kirra held one hand over her bright blue eye–the same as her fathers–leaving the cloudy white one free so that she could only “see” through the Force like her part-Miraluka heritage granted her.

“Go Go!” she shouted as she kicked her heels into Marick’s chest like he was a horse. “Bye Big Sis Zooz” she waved at Zuza as they passed her.

Zuza laughed, and waved. Staying in place for now to give aid to any stragglers that were struggling through the glitter. She could see a path, but with Frond whining at the glitter trying to invade his nose, she had reason to hang back for a few minutes with the young red Cytharul anyway.

“Bye bye Lil Sis Rar!”

Ele heard the shrieking and scrambling around him. He could feel the tiny tingles as something touch his skin. Through the Force he could see the outlines of Arconans and Odanites alike as they fled across the wooden platforms.

“Uh…what’s happening and why is everyone freaking out?”

The Miraluka looked around for anyone who might help him understand the situation better.

Celevon sat at a chair nearby, lone organic eye closed as he attempted to make two of the foam tubes cross each other before swapping patterns. “Glitter bombs… Atty planned this…” he idly gestured with one hand, failing to find a word to describe the utter chaos surrounding them.

He turned his head, taking in the Miraluka with his cybernetic. The Corellian native tossed Eleceos the purple pool tube. “You might need this… to defend yourself from other limp, wet noodles.”

A moment later, Celevon grimaced. “Don’t ask, please… I just managed to disturb myself.”

Ele caught the incoming object, surprised by its lightness and flexibility. He wasn’t sure how this was going to protect him, or from who. Ele cocked his head at the “limp, wet noodles” comment made by Celevon, not understanding what the man meant. But if it was disturbing, he’d rather not know.

“Thank you for this…weapon.”

Turning from the Odanite, Ele figured he would just do what the others were doing and made his way across the platforms. Unable to “see” in the traditional sense, he used his strengths to lead him on his way.

Reaching out with the Force, he mistakenly latched onto the severe discomfort many of those around him were facing. He wiped at his own face, where eyes would be if he had them, and failed to realize he was standing near the edge of the platform. The Force screaming in his mind was the only thing that saved him from a short tumble and a long fall to the ground.

Dropping the cloak of shadow, a dark blonde Echani appeared right next to Celevon, staff planted firmly on the ground.

“Father… what fresh hell have you involved me in now?” Marcus Edraven asked warily, feeling the vibrations of all of those in attendance.

Without warning, he felt a stream of… something… hit his face. Rapidly rubbing to clear whatever particles had struck him, the pale silver eyes narrowed. “What the frak was that?”

“Someone sprayed you with a glitter gun.”

Marcus, growling under his breath, began to rap the staff on the ground impatiently. His father quickly moved away to stop the male Miraluka from falling off of the edge of the platform.

The Echani-Umbaran hybrid grumbled under his breath as he grabbed Eleceos by the back of their tunic-style robe, glancing around where some mechanical device stood. The silver eye flitted from one to another, realizing that it was a gate of some type.

“This should help,” Celevon muttered aloud, raising his hand as he focused on his inner conflict, thoughts of disgust manifesting in a burst of ultraviolet (purple-white) lightning.

Marcus swiftly walked across the platform toward his father, idly slapping someone with his green noodle and starting a duel after said person knocked the drink out of someone’s hand. “Dad, I brought you a drink. It smells alcoholic, so I assume it’s a good choice.”

Swiftly glancing at the lurid yellow liquid inside with particulate matter floating at the top, the Alchemist felt his only remaining eyebrow begin to quirk upward whilst developing a small twitch. “… There’s confetti floating in it. And I believe a bit of glitter. It’s also the same color as serpentine venom.”

“Oh… Well, probably best you not drink that,” Marcus cleared his throat, pouring the glass out over the electrified barrier along the edge of the platform. “Aren’t you worried that someone might launch you over the edge?”

“I’ve been debating jumping, actually,” Celevon admitted reluctantly, batting aside a blue and red flurry of foam noodles as one of the groups that looked akin to a mosh pit drifted their way.

“Oi!” The Knight yelled as someone slapped him across the face with a wet noodle. He lifted an arm, intent on burning them to a cinder, only for a burst of warm glitter and confetti to erupt from his Mandalorian Vambraces. “What the absolute f—”

“There’s a field surrounding us that seems to render any weapons or Force powers… essentially, energy… to a non-harmful and sometimes humorous state. It’s absolutely fascinating…”

“You’re going full nerd on me, aren’t you?” the teenager sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “How much have you drank?”

“Nothing? I accidentally inhaled some glitter… no telling what was in that. Anyway! I think it’s one of Ood’s creations… Wonder if he would let me have a looksie with the shifty,” Celevon continued to ramble.

Marcus gave a louder sigh, now pondering his father’s earlier thought of jumping over the ledge. If only to not hear more of the Mandalorian Jedi’s lectures.

Archian was standing beside Tajga at the platform holding a mass of papers in his both paws. Sudden explosion? Maybe a flash grenade? He needed to close his eyes from this ongoing brightness, and almost dropped papers all over the floor. But… close to his legs small Nunu puffed itself from the sudden explosion, and jumped high in the air - unexpectedly covering the view of the surroundings… glitter? It was glitter! Thanks to a few seconds of cover by a terrified little creature he could look at the platform again. He checked quickly how Tajga was doing, and to his surprise Tooka put its body all over her snout and eyes she had trained it well.

Platform was full of people, but probably even more full of next surprises…

With all the grace of an overweight bantha Socorra waddled across the wooden platforms, wondering how she had been so hoodwinked into getting onto a ship headed to temperate Kashyyyk. Maybe it was the promise of sun and warmth- she’d worn a strapless white sundress. Maybe Ewok steak- oh, definitely that one. At the very end of a long pregnancy the desert woman still craved the dish served on Seraph some months ago. She didn’t see any among the festive bounty food tables…yet.

In Socorra’s company, certainly not swinging from wroshyr tree tops but leaping all the same, was the large and mature Cythraul Akua flitting among the branches, her midnight fur nearly blending with the dusky, triple-moon sky in contrast to the much smaller burnt marshmallow and white runt Fela that she chased. The two nearly inseparable First Pack sisters sped through the village at breakneck speeds, randomly toppling furniture and causing Wookiee growls and fists in the air occasionally. The Cythraul Matriarch was especially excited today; some of her pups were joining them soon, most of which she hadn’t seen in a long time. Proud she was of her litter, had while her Human mother had been asleep for years. And now Socorra would have her own soon - very soon.

From below, Socorra watched them cause mayhem, sighing quietly. Little point in yelling, they would be on cleanup duty lat–

Bang!

“Ow! What the f–”

Bang! Whizzoooommm pop-pop!

The Sith rubbed her lone arctic eye, suddenly blinded from light or glitter - or was it light from glitter - and stumbled backwards a little, hearing the cannons, firecrackers, screams and joyous laughter all around in the chaos of glitter hell. Too slow and unsteady to escape the trap with the amount of baby-weight gain, she wobbled and reached out with burn-scarred hands for anything, blindly patting the air and landing on something- osik- kark- that is not a rail!

She yanked her hands back and grimaced.

Aura grabbed a pool noodle and waved it about with the Soresu form, hoping to block any glitter aimed in her direction. The initial blast of glitter she simply redirected away from her eyes using the Force. Catching a faint look of a faltering black-haired women above, she reached out a hand and gently pushed her hopefully back onto steady feet.

“Come on slow pokes!” Zuza, the rather tiny Human, came up behind the father/son pair. She had a cytharul in one arm, his red fur coated in glitter, while using her other to gesture for them to come alone.

“Theres squeaking and Atty said Porgs. We’ve probably got living glitter critters on our tail as is, no time for contemplating the abyss.” She didn’t know Celevon or Marcus, but knowing they were of Odan-Urr didn’t want them totally drowned in glitter. Yet anyway. “I’m going this way if you want a buddy.”

She gestured to where the platforms became other platforms in the direction of the exit, and started jogging in that direction. The pup in her arms barked, tail wagging despite the lackluster rescue.

After the glitter explosion Archian slowly ducked, and put down all paperwork at the floor.

He looked at the still stressed, seriously puffed Nunu who landed just next to him, and didn’t move till then. He patted it with a soft paw, and helped to reduce the stress in the creature’s body. Nunu slowly got smaller, and less looking like a small green party balloon, and made a few steps forward looking curiously at the group of Porgs with glitter guns walking out from the box, which looked like a huge Christmas gift.

In the meantime Tajga opened her eyes after Tooka untangled itself from around her head, and smiled when she saw all the glittery, shiny colors around her, especially that it covered all tree branches around. Opposite to Tajga, Tooka wasn’t impressed. It just saw oncoming Cythraul Akua following the pregnant human woman. It simply hissed, and with Tajga’s surprise jumped at the glittery branch above, carefully looking at the sworn canine enemy.

Tajga just shaked her head looking at her animal companion. She turned around and looked at the starting to stand up Red with questions in her eyes. Older Shistavanen replied with a questionable gaze at her and said. “I have no idea what it was supposed to be”. Tajga quickly made a gaze at the still walking out from box Porgs, and Nunu getting closer, and closer to them.

Tajga pointed her fingers down in “V-shape”, wiggled them away from her and pointed at the Zuza who showed up at the platform, with two male figures around her. “Yes - you can go. I have too many courses and paperwork to do, so probably I will just sit down somewhere, and study with glass of warm brew.” He stopped for a second, looked again at the glitter, and added. “Have fun, and look after yourself, it looks like there will be a lot of surprises today”. Tajga smiled, nodded to him, and made her way into Zuza’s direction.

In the meantime Nunu was standing, and having a staring contest with small, armed, glittery Porg next to the box.

Celevon vaguely recognized Zuza as a face he had seen around the Citadel prior to his departure from Arcona’s ranks to help their sister Clan, though they had never met. A small smile quirked his lips at the overall adorable picture… though, especially the Cythraul pup that continued to bark at he and Marcus.

“Come along, son. Time to mingle,” his smile curled into a smirk, only to receive an eye-roll from the blank eyes of his firstborn son.

“I’m going to get back whomever smacked me with the wet noodle,” the Knight wandered off, tapping his staff impatiently on the ground. “Don’t introduce me by my middle name while I’m away!”

As they walked, Celevon carefully waved his hands in front of him, removing the particles of glitter from the puppy and the humanoid holding the young direwolf. He had a soft spot for animals and creatures of all manner, as they felt purer somehow. Easier to communicate with, very little words necessary, and less likely to have ulterior motives.

In other words, they were less irritating than other humanoids that tended to ‘scream’ or broadcast their thoughts. As he continued to absently remove bits of glitter and confetti, Celevon realized that someone had stuck a glowstick in his cybernetic hand, thinking he was dancing.

The young Cythraul, a male based on its primitive thought patterns and fluttering of memories, continued to wag its tail happily in his friend’s arms. Celevon couldn’t help a grin as he realized the direwolf species from Dajorra was picturing his cybernetic eye as a toy ball.

Zuza had been about to introduce herself when the glitter began being removed from herself and Frond. She grinned as the puppy shook himself off, distracted by Celevon’s face for some reason but ears perking with happiness at the freedom from the tiny particles.

She waited until everything was clear to not distract them, before starting, “I’m Zuza, I think we might’ve met but it’s been a bit. But, like I said, we better get going before the glitter porg army catches us or something.” The Human laughed slightly, and after Frond began wiggling she let the Cytharul down, “He’s Frond, won’t do anything bar maybe using you as a chair.”

As Kaled finally made his way over, he was taken a back by the shrinking and scrambling that took place around him.

He felt a small tingling sensation all over his face. On close inspection it felt….small and rough to say the least. And as he tried to say hello something fell into his mouth, almost causing him to choke. Coughing, and spitting out what ever that was, the Miraluka slowly made his way over to the few familiar people he could sense in the crowd.

“Ahhh biscuits…What did I got myself into this time?” He spoke to himself, tried to orient himself around the chaos that was taking place.

Wyn managed to be in the right place at the right time. Perhaps no one noticed him, as he had been blending masterfully with the surroundings. To accomplish this he had, of course, not gone full Wookiee. Like Jawa’s, you never went full Wookiee. Obviously.

So instead he had anticipated the glitter show and his sister in laws machinations. His long hair was tied up and tucked into a knitted hat made of cotton candy-colored threads. His pale skin faded into the otherwise colorful clothing he wore, all different gradients of pink, purple, yellows, pale blues, with swirling patterns of sparkles and rainbows. A walking incarnation of glitter, if you would. The ultimate role.

But his momma baby…wait, no, baby-mama was the term the kids used? Socorra needed help.

So of course he was there to catch her and straighten her back up to a standing, safe position. “I’m not a rail, but, insert joke about railing he commented absently.

_

Zig’s ears wanted to perk from the custom ear-molds in her visored helmet. They couldn’t. Still, she heard a loud voice belonging to Atyiru. Then she focused her vision and noticed a lovely Zeltron with a pixie cut and tatoos that was familiar.

“Niccy!” Zig called out and waved her hand back and forth. She instinctively threw up her vambrace and extended the wrist-shield, wary of one of the porgs approaching. “Over here!” she waved the Zeltron over.

Nicfer again, found herself in the middle of something that she was unsure what was happening and almost positive it required more friendliness than she could accumulate in a life time. She did her best to sit on the edge and watch all the happenings. That way she could not be accused of not attending, just not participating. She’d chalk it up to “Shadow Training”.

Yet despite her trying to blend into the background, she was physically assaulted by a Miraluka and given a weapon. If she had thought it was effective, she might have turned it on herself to save the idea of interacting. Though she could always do the long sullen silence since she wasn’t feeling snippy comebacks.

“Niccy!”

She visibly winced when she heard it. ‘Oh no. They’re doing nicknames now…’

Not wanting any more attention or risk hearing that nickname any more, Nicfer trotted over to Zig. Look of disapproval clear as day on her expression.

“It’s Nicfer.” She said in a huff. She wanted to leave it there, but she had to admit she was a hair intrigued with what was going on. And with all the annoyance, shooting something was sounding better by the second.

Zig tilted her head slightly, but then nodded. “Sorry, won’t do it again…” She frowned behind her helmet. She thought she was good at nicknames, but she knew she wasn’t perfect.
Shrugging, the Zygerrian pointed around to chaos around her.

“Here’s the sitch, newbie,” Zig explained. “Our objective is to…survive this chaos and escape from these trees. Our obstacles include: porgs armed with glitter…glitter traps and bombs, and uh, I’m sure other threats lurking.”

She reached into her satchel and pulling out the snorkel goggles she found.

“Here. These might protect your eyes from more glitter,” she explained. “That gun can probably shoot out glitter at anyone that tries to stop us.”

Red sat down next to his papers, and continuously started to take each of them and read aloud “Management of the unit depends on…” He shook his head slowly, and reached to one of the pockets from his attire, and slowly took out a small metal, shiny mug with multiple creatures painted on it. From another pocket he took out a bottle, and poured inside of it to the mug. Now I’m ready He thought.

But there was a small Porg staring at the Archian, with its glitter gun holded by small arms. Archian understood that he can’t just sit here, and not pay attention to small creatures. “Hello” he said to the Porg with a kind of smile, which included showing off sharp teeth. Straight after he grabbed a handful of glitter from the floor around him, and threw it at his own snout, which concluded with continuous sneezing. “Are we alright for some time now?” He asked the little animal, and pointed with one of his claws at the miniature glitter gun.

At the same time he started to knock slowly, and rhythmically at the wooden floor of the platform, to check how strong it was, and in case he needed a way to escape.

In the meantime Nunu who was cuddling with Porg, started to snore adorably, and made sweet whistles to the other small creature’s ears.

Further away Tajga had reached Zuza, and two males. She waved to Zuza with a greeting, and smiled at the puppy in her arms.
She also took her paw closer to her nose, and flipped her pointing finger with sharp claw up and down, which followed pointing at her two companions.

Tooka in the meantime was following her slowly, checking out each Porg passing it by, and concluding it with a small hisses. When it spotted the puppy in Zuza’s arms, it jumped at Tajga’s shoulder and started to stare at it with curiosity.

Nicfer was still not following. It was glitter. Last she checked, besides being the STD of the arts and crafts world, it could do nothing to stop them. Still she took the goggles. Though she wishes there was something a bit more practical than snorkel googles.

“Glitter is just shiny paper. We could walk through and survive even if we got shot by every threat and set off every trap.”

It all felt so familiar. Tali Sroka had never sat foot on Kashyyk before and yet, the platforms, the boisterous crowds, the glitter… It all brought back memories from years past and her feelings were mixed.

Dressed in a formal, yet practical gown that straddled the line between elegance and mobility, the Qel-Droma Quaestor had arrived prepared for both business and recreation. With a few years of experience regarding such mingling events, she had by now learned that the business of recreation was often very rigorously pursued. Doubly so when the dubiously sane Atyiru was involved. Judging by the cacophony of chaos she’d managed to weave among the forest canopy, it was safe to say this time would be no different. At least she had no fur to contend with the day after, though what about the glitter attack on the Wookiees? She hoped their alliance with Odan-Urr would be strengthened by this, because no Arconan would be welcome on Kashyyk ever again.

Shaking herself out of her introspections, the purple hued Twi'lek took a deep breath—avoiding a suicidal glitter-porg that splattered against a Wroshyr trunk—and sat her eyes on a barrel of party supplies. Picking up a pair of dark spectacles to counteract the glare and blue and green foam noodles, one for each hand, she turned towards the gauntlet laid out before them and spoke.

“Ah you think glitter is your ally? You merely adoptedt the shine. I vas born in it, moldedt by it. I didn’t see starlight until I vas already a woman, by then it vas nothing to me but pale confetti.“

She weaved the noodles in a figure-of-eight before her and grinned. It was showtime.

The sudden sensation of being pulled upright with the Force and then grabby hands was more than a little awkward until Socks heard that jovial voice. Her rosy cheeks and sun-bronzed features lit up at Wyndell like the brightly lit trees that night. She was covered from head to toe, gleaming sparkles in her silver-white raven mane cascading over diamond-glinting shoulders.

“Wyn!” she shouted among the ruckus with a genuine smile, nearly jumping up to embrace him but instead pulling the other Human in close and whispering in his ear. “Pretty karkin’ hairy there - thought I grabbed a Wookiee.”

“Glitter in my eyeball, can see osik. What do you make of all this?”

“Haven’t seen anythin’ like it since the war-o-sparkles back in 20 Bee-Bee-Y,” Wyn drawled and shook his head solemnly.

“Do you want my helmet? Might be weird with the Zygerrian ear molds, but if you’d rather this than the goggles, I’m down,” she explained, then shrugged.

“Sure. It’s all just a compound of aluminum and polyethylene terephthalate,” Zig explained offhandedly. “But it’s a game, and I like to win. So we either ‘escape’ or we can play along and see if we can attain victory.”

She then looked down and seemed to go pensive, even behind her visor. “It’s also a lot nicer than fighting those…creatures again.”

She shook her head then perked up. “Alright, let’s go check out that tree over there. You can…jump good with the Force right? Let me see if I can motor on over the old fashion way…” she pointed at her jet boots.

Zig fired up the propulsion. She had sold her formal jetpack as she’d been practicing with the boots after seeing some cool holovids of some old Duruos bounty hunter that liked to fly around when fighting Jedi and stuff.

She saluted a bit as she lifted off and cleared the distance between the two platforms. Then she waved at Nicfer. “Super-hero landing?” she called out.

“Browncoats for life,” she smirked, her sparkling Nubian nose angled up to him. “Be my seeing-eye Wyn? Supposed to arm ourselves?”

“We have four arms between the two of us…six if you count Junior…” he pated her belly. “Yeah, somehow Atty traded the Double-D’s for these music shakers.” He started to shake the primitive drumstick-looking instruments that had sand or beads inside of them.

She blindly followed his arm up to the shaky-thing and shook it a little in his hand just to hear it again. It was oddly entertaining.

“How did she swindle out of Double-Ds? If I no know better they part of your religion.”

“Also, Junior…reminds me we no have name yet. Have any more ideas?”

Clearly ‘Junior’ was not her first choice.

Red - while still sitting - made two, big circles with his arms around him, grabbing as much glitter as he could in both of them. He lifted them up, and in that exact moment he spotted an armed Qel-Droma Quaestor making the preparation moves with noodles in her hands.

He started to wave to her with both arms in the air, still holding a careful eye at the emotionless creature in front of him. The waving made a colorful glitter rainbow around him - when he realized that, he threw all glitter, from both hands into his own snout, and started sneezing again. “MEEE..RRYYYYY AAAAAATT….YISMASSSSS MAAAAA..STERRRR!” He shouted in her direction, with each word interrupted by strong sneeze. He really hoped that negotiations with the small Porg would be over soon, but before that he took a lead from his bottle, filled it up, and offered it to the fluffy employee of the Atyiru.

“No… No helmet.”

‘Cause the last thing I need is an image of me with something resembling cat ears.’

Nicfer did blink a few times as Zig just let those large words loose like they were perfectly normal to unload in normal conversation. ‘Nerd, but knowledgable.’

Nicfer just snorted when the words escape came up.

“Escape seems like just getting by, I’d prefer to thrive and win if I must participate.”

She was hoping no one would call her out as no one really was twisting her arm to participate. She could just walk off. But she would rather die than admit she might be liking the idea of participating more and more. Nicfer waits for Zig to launch first. Part to let her center and focus, part to have a chance to catch her partner should their jump jets fail. When Zig lands, she takes two large steps and launches, kicking hard off ground with both legs. She does a slow flip to make sure she has full clearance, totally not to look cool, and then comes to a soft landing next to Zig. Though not quite a superhero landing.

“Now what? We have high ground but other people probably had the same idea.”

“WICKED FLIP!” Zig exclaimed excitedly and bounced up and down. “Sick.” As she heard the Zeltron’s explanation, Zig grinned wider behind her visor.

“I knew you were my kind'a girl, Nic” Zig attempted another attempt at naming. “True. So we should look to try and sabotage anyone else that tries to follow. If only I brought my stun cuffs…curses…” she started to mutter to herself as she looked around their new position.

Zuza hummed in surprise as the youngun’ appeared in the corner of her vision.

“Oh hey Tajga. This is Frond, he’s a bit sleepy today. Too much glitter.” She chuckled, “You can come with me and this one if you want to, I’m about to start escaping the glitterdome.”

Somewhere in the boughs below the lively party, Qyreia Arronen, Shadow Lord and Consul of Arcona, was having a hell of a time trying to be authoritative in her tropical shirt and oversized plastic sunglasses. The Wookiees of the Tree in front of her had deadpan expressions, their bountiful hair sparkling from so much glitter, even through the sunglasses.

“Raargh reaghregh rrghreaagh.” Again, I’m very sorry about the glitter.

“Areaaagh hgrghff graaghf.” Your reservation didn’t say anything about this much detritus.

Dammit, Atty. You owe me so many cough drops right now. Shyriiwook was hard enough to understand in full. Actually speaking it as a non-Wookiee was harsh even at the best of times. “Ahg areeaggh frhggaag gahrg. Gghagg frfrhg gharfgh.” I promise we’ll have a team on cleanup after. I’ll even foot the bill now for more containment equipment.

The pair looked at each other, the mere motion raining a fairy-dusting of glitter to the boards of the walkway. A few quiet words later, and they looked at the Zeltron anew.

“Six hundred, plus another hundred safety deposit.”

“Six hund–?!” She growled, a fortunate thing it was unintelligible in the Wookiee tongue. “Fine. But why the additional safety deposit? That’s as much as the deposit for the initial reservation.”

The Wookiees pointed up, and Qyreia followed their gesture to see the brief but unmistakable veiny arc of electricity. Karking lightning? Really, you fracking space wizards? whatever was happening up there seemed to have dislodged more glitter, and it landed gently on the large lenses of her shades. Well at least they work as eye protection, she thought as she tapped the sparkly dust off before returning to the businesswooks. “Okay, a hundred seems fair.”

Nicfer sighs as Zig proceeds to shout and declare their position to anything with ears nearby. Though it did feel nice to be recognized for something and not have it downplayed. She was going to say something in agreement when she heard an attempt at a nickname again. The eye roll that followed was almost audible.

“Technology is not the only thing we can use to sabotage. Just scattering leaf litter or more… aluminum polyterephate…” She mumbles the last part of the word. Nicfer refused to say glitter but could not remember what Zig said before, “…could cause people to lose footing.

“That’s…sinister. Clever, but evil…dare I say dastardly underhanded…” Zig slowly trailed off before brightening instantly.

“I love it! This will just be like one of my favorite holovids, where a young girl is home alone and defends her house from burglars by setting up a bunch of clever traps!”

She kept it to herself how many times she had watched that holovid for fear of embarrassment. She fiddled around in her pack and pulled out an arc welder. “Hm, nope…” she placed it back in the bag. She fished around some more and pulled out a restraining bolt for a droid. “Hm…no…”

Then she heard a little beep and skittering sound as a small ID9 Seeker droid crawled out and up onto her shoulder.

“Scooter! How many times have I told you it’s weird and creepy to sneak into my bag!”

The probe droid tilted its head, shrugged with its spidery-arms, and then twittered excitedly.

“Okay, fine, but make yourself useful at least. See all the glitter around? Try and scoop it up and spread it out along the edges.”

As Scooter went about the task, she noticed the droid “leering” a bit at Nicfer.

“Oi, focus on the work, and besides I saw her first.” Zig scolded the droid.

She turned back to Nicfer. “Okay, your blaster that Atty gave you probably shoots glitter. So you can be on standby.” She tapped her vambraces. “I can create a shield and use the grappling hook if needed, but we should be in a good position if we take cover behind these trees here, yeah?”

She squinted through her visor. “..why does Atty have a remote? Oh no…”

Nicfer just shrugs. “I’m not the most tech oriented, sometimes I just have to rely on sticks and stones for my traps. And all traps are underhanded, regardless of tech level.”

Nicfer had just enough time to keep an eye out and turn their back on Zig to make sure no one was sneaking up on them when the droid popped out of nowhere. The whirring a beeping made her wheel around with glitter gun raised and ready to fire. As Scooter leers at Nicfer, she leered back. Eyes a bit more squinty than the droid could manage. Not that is was a competition.

She went back to keep watching when Zig told them to stay on guard again while she worked until she heard ‘remote’ and ‘Oh no’. She looks down, unamused and on edge.

“What do you mean Oh, no…”

She glanced at the Zeltron. She glanced back in the direction Atty. “What do you think?”

Nicfer should have taken off at the first tone change. But it was just too easy to feign indifference with someone else taking lead. Nicfer wasn’t going to wait to find out what she thought was going to happen. She just knew it would likely result in her looking like the victim of an all night rave.

She bolted for the edge of the platform they were on, already stirring the force within her for another leap. But this time felt different. Like she was running with an extra weight strapped to her back. Glancing behind her, she had grabbed Zig by the arm and was pulling her along for the leap. Nicfer had always been cut and run. Every crew was keep up or get left behind. But here of all palaces in a game of sparkle wars, she was dragging someone she just met who insisted on nicknames.

“Hang on!” Nic pulls Zig and tries to get her into a over the shoulder carry. “Never done this with two!” She leapt from the platform with a wish and a prayer.

“Eeeeeeeee” Zig hooted, perfectly okay with the Zeltron grabbing her boldly and taking her along. It was…rare anyone swooped her literally off her feet. She didn’t mind. She clutched onto Nicfer, Scooter dangling from it’s spidery appendage clas to her satchel.

Zuza, waving for Celevon and Tagja to follow her, tucked her shirt underneath the belt for her shorts and slipped frond down the front of her shirt. Hugging the pup to herself, the Human started hopping between branches, towards one of the lower platforms.

She whooped on the way down, “PARKOUR”

The Warden palmed his face, muttering something along the lines of ‘Not **another* one’* before leaping down from one platform to the next, landing in a crouch before resuming his full height. After fixing his cape, which had billowed in an annoying fashion during the jump, Celevon glanced upward and a small frown curved his lips.

“I hope someone points Marcus where to jump… or fall… He’ll be fine.” The Echani-Umbaran paused, taking a wide step before sliding his other foot to follow, getting out of the ‘landing zone’. “Maybe.”

With another strong kick-off, Nicfer is airborne, and with a passenger to boot. Not waiting to risk ramming her shoulder into Zig on landing, she tries to reposition into a more comfortable carry. Switching from over the should to just holding her partner in crime in her arms.

“Hang on, the landing will be int-.. Poodo!”

They were coming in for a perfect landing on a mine that the wind had uncovered. Instead of landing with both feet, she planted with one-foot awkwardly next to the mine and kicked herself sideways. Landing with a sliding thud on her back, Zig on top of her, and Nicfers arms tanged in backpack and droid.

“OoOoWww.”

Zig noticed the mine, having seen similar in her time at the junkyard. So she was ready, and despite being a bit distracted by the super closeness of the woman beneath her, threw up her vambrace-shield in case the mine detonated in what she prayed would be glitter. When nothing happened, she gingerly tried to untangle herself from the Zeltron, but flushed behind her helmet as they bumped hips.

And this is the moment Zuza notices me…

But instead she lightly wiggled off of the Nicfer-landing-bag and pumped her fist. “Nailed it!” she called out. “Good thinking, Nic-I mean Nicfer!”

“Junior the 3rd?” he asked. “Otherwise, for some reason the name ‘Atticus’ seems to be…agreeable. Like an unknown force of nature I am vaguely aware of telling me just so.”

Wyn looked towards…something. There were no camera’s around, that anyone knew about at least, but he seemed to addressing someone or something not present.

Zuza came to a stuttering stop a few feet away from Celevon, arm still holding the now wriggling Frond. The shrit was comfy but outside was exciting!

She however couldn’t decently remove him at the minute so just rubbed the pup’s back through her shirt. She looked up at the Odan-Urrian. Urran? hm.

“Well he’ll either make it without being glittered beyond belief, or he will be very glittery and be forced into ‘Atty happy hour’. Which yes, is more glitter from what I’ve heard. That or marriage. Or sometimes it’s just cute animals in a petting zoo. I’m guessing.”

“It’s fine.” Nicfer groans. She was dying from embarrassment more than pain. Thought to Nicfer, embarrassment always hurt more than pain. She continued to lay sprawled out for the moment. Maybe she would just vanish into shadows.

“The mine usable?” She said as she pushed the bag and bot away from her. “Do we even have a bigger plan?”

“Not really a plan-girl. But my hydrospanner on the other hand…”

The Zygerrian seemed to come to life as she carefully assessed the mine. Perhaps she was bolstered in confidence by the fact that even if she..failed, the worst would hopefully be a face full of glitter.

She pried open a hatch. Started to fiddle with some of the wires, her clawed fingers working deftly with her hyrdospanner as she hummed to herself.

“A twist here…reroute the wiring mechanism…insert a short range chip with receiver…” she murmured. “Alright,” she turned to Nicfer. “I should be able to remotely detonate this now from my datapad! So we could plant it as a trap and even if they somehow dodge it…click click BYOOM!” she grinned behind her visor.

_ Marick paused and looked over his shoulder. Something familiar caught his eye. A Miraluka. Thick brown hair, scars.

“Revs?” Marick asked as he turned to address the Miraluka.

The Corellian native blinked slowly after watching the puppy wriggle beneath the material, slowly parsing together the statements involving ‘Atty’, ‘glitter’, ‘happy hour’ and the more ominous ‘possible marriage’.

“I’m not sure what’s going on, but I’m at least mildly terrified,” Celevon deadpanned, glancing around for possible traps the mildly psychotic Miraluka may have left lying in wait.

Something outside seemed to catch his attention, organic arm jerking outward and making a grasping motion. That was when Zuza heard the screaming, only to see Celevon’s blind son’s downward momentum halt abruptly, mere feet from the surface of the platform.

“Ahhhhhhahhhhhhhh… huh?” Marcus went from screaming to confused, making a motion as though he were attempting to swim in the air. “Maybe I should’ve listened to father and stuck to the flask… Oof!”

The part-Sephi grunted as he fell the remaining foot as Celevon’s telekinetic grasp was released.

Zuza laughed, confused for half a moment and then incredibly concerned. Until she realised the arm movement was force-y stuff.

She let out a chuckle, relieved that Marcus was okay at least. And he hadn’t landed on a glittermine, which she realised with growing understanding just how many of the damned things there were. Still, she looked to the part-Sephi and called out.

“Enjoy the trip?”

Marcus grunted, spitting out small pieces of bark, plant matter and dirt. He pushed himself to his feet, glancing around as though looking for something. His unseeing gaze turned toward Zuza’s voice. “It was okay once I realized I wasn’t dying… thought I’d be falling into the Shadowlands… I’ll be feeling it until next Autumn.”

Realizing he was being stared at, though not by whom as the Echani continued to reach out with the tip of his soft-soled boots, the young man flushed. “Where’s my staff? More importantly… can I go smack whomever shoved me off of the upper platform?”

The moment he finished speaking, it seemed someone had thrown his staff after the blind Echani. It slammed directly onto the top of his head, bouncing off as the male was slow to react, a silent scream on his face.

“… Ooooowwwwieee!”

Nearby Wookiees echoed the call, mistaking the expression of pain as Shyrwoook.

The Human woman winced, shoulders raising as she crunched up a little. She looked up, but who ever did that was already gone.

She didn’t have anything on her to help him really, but offered a sympathetic, “Oof.” As wookies cried out in response, calling to the sudden brother. She cleared her throat, “We should watch out for these mines.”

And with that in mind, she started carefully picking her way across the platform.

Without another word, the organic eye of Celevon Werd'a gained a purple glow and he seemed to pulse out of reality for a moment before a voice screamed in Basic. It seemed to echo, shaking the living Wyrshyr tree.

“No Nightsister Nor Sith Magicks So Close To The Shadowlands, Sorcerer!”

Above the atmosphere from where the party took place was a lone GX1. From it’s belly launched a lone pod that sprayed out red gas after it had broke the atmosphere. To those who saw could see a shining streak in the sky heading towards them. Before it could reach the ground a metal sheen reflected off a figure made if metal. The shine obscured the makeout of the object until it reached closer on approach. The object separated from the pod with the sound of rocket thrusters and dove down at the group of glitter and glee. Sharp eyes could soon see the undeniable mandalorian style of the armor.

“Incoming!” someone shouted from the crowd. The flying mandalorian soared over the battlefield and released from his arm cannon a condensed canister that exploded with foam. This foam had a pinkish hue and expanded into something sticky when it was exposed to air. Those hit by them could taste a synthetic sweet berry flavor. Those who became stuck had to eat away the trap if they were to regain their freedom of movement. These foam grenades we’re littered across the area trapping friends and foe alike in their sticky sweetness.

//Bounty Identified: Scanning// appeared on the display screen within the helmet. Unfortunately with the holiday truce Creon would not be working today, though a few of the Arconans present had been on his bounty list. A few were getting scanned by his drone though he recalled it to prevent seeming too inconspicuous after his calvary arrival.

Hearing his name called, Revs stopped mid swing as he was about to punt a porg across the platform. Beside him stood a Ewok wildly firing a glitter gun at the oncoming horde of the small creatures. Looking over his shoulder for who called him, the Miraluka saw the all familiar aura of his old Master.

“Marick!” He screamed as he backhanded the porg away with a pink noodle. Overcome with emotions Revs ran at the Hapan, throwing his arms around him in a bear hug.

“Oh for the love of the Force I’ve missed you man! Let’s go on a suicide mission it will be just like old tim…..” the Miraluka stopped and let go. “Sorry . Almost lost my cool there.” Movement beside Marick drew Revs attention to the child standing next to her father. “Dude….taking apprentices kind of young now huh?”

Zuza didn’t notice the weirdness going on until the screaming started. She wobbled on her feet, squeaking but managing to not loose sight of the surrounding mines.

Thr Human twisted, looking back to them, “Uhhh what the karkin nuggets was that?”

Celevon remained perfectly slow, eyes distant as various hazy images sharpened to his sight. All of their eyes briefly flickered black, glaring at him.

“… I think I offended the tree Spirit.” Celevon whispered, though his voice seemed to be backed by an odd echoing quality of a far harsher ethereal dialect.

Meanwhile, off to the side, Marcus slowly pushed himself to his feet, staff firmly in hand.

“Have any of you thought about contacting them and using Animal Control to force them to cooperate?” Asked the young Jedi with long brown hair who had her eyes half closed, allowing her to see half through her own eyes and half through the Force. Elyon de Nevese reached out to the other Odanites to come up with the best plan to best resolve this chaos.

With the general commotion, the appearance of the tropical-shirted Zeltron and two Wookiees perhaps didn’t cause any more alarm than was already apparent, but they still very much stood out. The large pressurized cans and nozzles in their hands were also a tad on the odd side.

“What in the Great Wood…?”

Qyreia looked at the goopy mess, then the Wookiee. “That one’s not ours. I got it. You just worry about cleanup.”

With a growled sigh, the larger beings went about spraying down the resinous substance. Whatever was in the canisters, it was quick to turn the hardened foam into a neutral liquid that pooled on the wood behind them. A cleaning droid followed in their wake, taking care of what remained.

Well, that’s one crisis averted, Qyreia thought with some small amount of pride. Then she looked at the silver devil that had dropped in with the mess in the first place.

“You. Shinyfrack McHuttsniffer. This is a party. You wanna partake, then cool your karking jets and keep this already glitter-jammed business clean. Otherwise you’re paying the next bill that comes from having to clean up after you.” The Consul turned to the others, some of whom were still trying to figure out what was happening. “If any of you need to de-foam yourselves, we got a setup inside sorted. Won’t get out the glitter, but it’s better than the purple Sithspit.”

Qyreia made to go inside regardless. She had a boxed mojito to attend to and a bullhorn to find.

Marick didn’t smile, but his posture was relaxed and unthreatening. A sign of trust and respect rarely given.

“But still just as blind,” he said with a hint of humor.

Kirra had climbed down from her perch on Marick’s shoulders. She held her father’s leg, but then when she realized the man was a Miraluka, she seemed to brighten and drop all form of suspicious.

She walked up to the man and covered her blue eye (a mirror of Marick’s) with one small hand. This left her pale, milky white eye free. Her Miraluka eye.

“Eyes to meet you,” she giggled. “I’m Kirra”.

Revs laughed. He couldn’t tell if the child was making fun of him for being blind or just trying to be cute. The Miraluka kneeled down in front of the little girl, “Eyes to meet you too.” He chuckled. “I’m Revs, what’s your name?”

“Kirra!” She exclaimed still covering one eye.

“Well that is a beautiful name Mrs Kirra! You must be very brave to be out in this mess with this big old grinch.” Revs pointed up to Marick.

Kirra dropped her hand from her eye and wrapped both arms around her fathers leg. “My papas not a grinch!”

“Your papas not a……your papa?” Revs stumbled on the name. “Papa….he’s your Papa…..Oh wow!……..Papa!..he’s your!…..your her!….what?!…….who?!” He managed to stammer out.

“If I were family,” she quietly replied, “perhaps.”

“What does that mean? ”

Marick’s eyes narrowed, but not dangerously. Revs of course would have trouble making out the small facial emote, but he could feel it through his Force vision.

Kirra let go of Marick’s leg and stepped forward, and placed both hands on her hips and me her face very serious despite her otherwise soft features.

“Mhm! He’s the bestest papa and is great at Hide and Go Peek, the M-memory game, and morning stretch-ies.”

She lowered her hands and then seemed to go pensive.

“We still works on story time. He doesn’t do all the voices like Uncle Wyn.”

It tookRevs a second to pull his gaze away from Marick before he addressed Kirra. “Oh I believe you. He’s never been good at telling stories, but it’s ok because he’s got you to teach him how to right? And I know he’s good at hide and peek. He’s the one who taught me how to play.”

Upon hearing that, the little girls eyes got wide. “Really!? You used to play with Papa!?”

“Yep, I sure did. There’s no better teacher than your Pop.” Revs looked up at Marick studying the Happans emotions for a moment before looking back at Kirra.

“Our favorite game was War, where we would pretend we were hunting people on a battlefield. It was kind of like a big game of tag.” Revs instantly felt a change in Maricks emotions. “We could play a game of it right now if you want. A big Glitter War! You want to?”

Kiera’s eyes were so wide with excitement it looked as if they would pop out of her head. The child nodes vigorously in approval.

“Hey can my friend Logan join us?” Revs asked pointing toward the Ewok behind him who had gotten board with the glitter gun and was playing chase with the Porgs. “He’s the guy who kind of looks like a teddy bear.”

Slapping her hands on her hips Kirra responded in a sassy voice. “I know what an Ewok is.”

“Oh I never doubted you did. I just forget things sometimes, I’m not the smartest.” Revs laughed as he called the Ewok over. “Logan this is Mrs Kirra. We are gonna play glitter and she’s gonna be the Commander. We take all orders from her…..if that’s ok with her Papa.” Revs said turning to look at Marick.

Marick blinked a few times, but his face remained otherwise carefully stoic. “If you’re with us, then that’s one less enemy against us,” the Hapan mused. He glanced down at Kirra.

“Glitter war!!” she piped up excitedly. She then pulled out a small water-gun looking device and shot a test-stream of glitter out to the side away from the group.

“…Kirra where did you get that?”

“I lifted it off Mama when she wasn’t lookin,” she grinned impishly.

Marick sighed. He really needed to stop letting her spend so much time following Wyn around.

Group assembled by Zuza were pushing forward, jumping from branch to branch, and using all possible technological measures to speed up the process. Tajga was keeping up from the beginning, but as not as experienced as them, with passing minutes she started to fall behind. Her young muscles started to ache, and slowly that caused slippering with each step from the branches, which didn’t help with keeping up with the trio in front of her.

At some point she stopped and looked into direction of her guardian. He was still sitting in exactly the same position, but this time, a lot of Porgs started to get closer to him. He is in danger Words crossed her mind, and this distraction made her almost slip from the next, quite narrow branch. She hesitated - she wanted to turn back, but she decided to stop, turn, and look back again.

This time one of the Porgs looked like he was drinking something from a very, very small dish next to Shistavanen. What surprised her even more was that other Porgs made a queue, surrounding him, and started to lift their small wings with rifles in them, like a small dance where they were following each other, and making circles. At the same time Archian took something out from his many pockets, and started placing it around him. It looked like many shot glasses! That was affected with sounds of happily squeaking, and screaming Porgs ( which sounded like loud “o”), and it looked like it made their day, because they made banana shapes alike around Red, and began to drink - still squeaking “o” loudly, and happily.

Tajga just smiled, and assured that Guardian is safe and sound, she started to jump from platform to platform by passing next branches to catch up with her more experienced companions. All this way Tooka didn’t leave her side.

In the meantime Nunu and Porg still together were drinking from one cup next to Red, and looking into each other’s eyes from time to time.

Her brows furrowed and she looked down. He could sense the sadness she felt. They had all grown close while she had lived and recovered under their roof, but that was nearly a year ago.

“I move out, and family over. I go all pregnancy alone, like they disapprove.“

“That’s…not how family works, dear.” Wyn explained. “Family is folks what can’t choose to be family. You are stuck with them, even if you you’re near, far… wherever you are. So even if it seems like it’s over, it ain’t how it works.”

Flailing his hands around, desperately trying to get this…. whatever it was off of his robe’s. After a few minutes of struggling, Miraluka sight and decided to just give up.

Navigateing through the chaos and noise, Kaled bumped into few people until he finally, *finally, got to some sort of safe space. No one close enough to accidentally bump into, but still close enough to sense some of the familiar people.

Hopefully this gathering goes better then the last one. Don’t want to go to prison for real this time…

She looked up quizzically. “If they stuck with me, why I feel this way? The…loneliness, sadness. Marick said okay to have emotion now, no punishment. But they stupid, distracting, and hurt.”

The Echani-Umbaran was careful not to use any more Sorcery, lest the spirits of the plants manifest. A hand on his right shoulder made Celevon turn, viewing his son with his organic eye.

“I can see them too,” Marcus whispered, so that only his father could hear. “Let’s not anger them further, yeah?”

The Seeker gave a slow nod, though his attention was caught by the multitude of glitter cannons going off and the squeals of a happy child as a Miraluka chose to hide behind him and Marcus.

“Hello there…” Celevon trailed off, pulling his cloak out of the male’s grasp. “If you’re here to avoid the chaos, you’ve come to the wrong place.”

Marcus gave a snort of laughter at that. “Trouble does seem to always find you, Father.”

The Miraluka froze for a moment. He didn’t really expect some to be that close, and it was someone he didn’t actually had a pleasure of meeting before.

“H-hello.” Kaled finally spoke up with a little stutter in his voice. “Well is anywhere safe at the moment like this? Whatever is this…. stuff… seems like sand? But it is not? And people are doing stuff…not sure what but as long as they are having fun right?” He smiled awkwardly.

“Oh sorry! We didn’t actually meet before. My name’s Kaled! Kaled Atros. Nice to meet you!” Miraluka enthusiastically put both of his hands forward. Meeting someone new was always interesting, electrifying even.

“Well, we found the trouble. Did you guys really not expect this from Atty?” Zuza laughed, waving to Kaled with a warm smile, “We just gotta keep moving I’m afraid if we want to get out. Dunno about you, but Frond wants dinner.”

After fiddling with the repurposed glitter mine, Zig studied the “battlefield”. She turned to Nicfer and pointed at a few key details.

“See the one with gray hair, with the little kid beside him? Across from that Miraluka?” Zig gestured. “That’s the boss-er, Marick. He may look unassuming, but he is a space mage…Arcanist or something. He doesn’t need weapons, is what I’m saying, so be careful. That said, the Miraluka who…isn’t Kaled, it must be another one of the ones he adopted. Yeah, that one. That should be one of our targets.”

She turned and surveyed. She spotted Zuza fairly easily. Perhaps she was just drawn to the woman for…reasons but it was never hard for her to find the lovely Human.

“Now, that squad over there? All of thems is fair game. Except for the short one with the mousy hair, freckles, and beautiful smile-gah focus Zig,” she swore at herself, then flushed under her helmet. “Nobody gets to glitter wrestle that girl but me,” she added, placing her hands on her hips.

She couldn’t really read Nicfer’s expression, but she didn’t need the Force to sense her internal sigh.

Smiling at Zuza and allowing Elyon De Neverse to take his arm, the Warden appeared almost… manic in his behavior, in response to the younger, yet older woman’s touch, as she had been frozen in time since the days of the Clone Wars. The Vanguard was one of the few Healers that had been granted mercy despite Order 66, as she was amongst both mercenaries, Jedi and others who voluntarily surrendered.

Many of her chosen family had been killed, almost sixty years earlier for them, but only a handful for the Jedi herself. Her blood family, thankfully, still lived. If one of two of the Noble House of the Nubian Seas had been imprisoned for decades now or had vanished in the tumult between the Rise of the Imperial Inquisitorius.

“Kaled, please stick with us. Marcus, if you would be so kind?”

“… Dad… I’m blind… Hello?” The teenager drawled in a remarkable replication of his father’s own twisted and curled accent that was indisernable from the lilting tones of Mando'a to the barest hints of High Coruscanti or Imperial.

A lone silver eye glared toward his firstborn son. “That’s not what I sound like and you know it, Marcus Apollo.”

The aforementioned son of Celevon Edraven Erinos-Werd'a cringed as though physically repulsed. “Gross… must you use the full name, Faddier?”

The Psychic Seeker and Blind Empath glared at one another for a heartbeat before both began to laugh almost hysterically. Then, without missing a beat, Celevon turned toward the Miraluka that still clung to the fine Zedyr. “I’m sorry, my new friend. Would you not come out from under my wings, as it were?”

“… What?”

Celevon sighed audibly, pinching the bridge of his nose as though he were actually praying for patience from the Gods… or, at least, psychotic Succubus… in charge of this mad tea party.

“I have to be careful around everyone. I’m as strong as tissue paper and not well versed in,” She tries to match Zig’s vernacular. “Space magic.” She thought saying the force was embarrassing at times. She bit back her sarcastic voice this time. Though it was heavy implied.

“How’s the trap going? I have a feeling winning will be done by how underhanded we are. Not by fair fights and honorable combat.” She looks around to the other platforms for mines or traps. Or anything really.

“We are gonna need more tools. Or one really good plan.” Nicfer leans agaist the tree that the platform surround and spins the glitter gun. She always had to fidge while thinking. Or standing. Or being sarcastic.

“Guess we couldn’t start stuff with the other and then wait it out?”

“There is no honor in glitter and war…” Zig drawled in a weird holovid accent. “But yes, we can’t really throw the mine, so we can try to lure them towards us. Make a scene by jumping down, and while they’re focused on one of us..the other plants the mine and then lures them back to it…pretending like we’re ‘retreatin’”

“I’ll be in your care then.” Kaled smiled softly.

He got the glimpse of Zuza’s presence, smiling back giving her a big wave followed with even bigger smile. For a while, they didn’t have time to catch up, but Miraluka was always happy when she was around.

“Oh yeah….what is this… stuff in the air? It feels like sand? But not really?”

The part-Umbaran gave a full-body shudder at the question, glaring around them. “It is… very tiny particles of plasteel, ground to a fine powder. Typically used in parties and other celebratory gatherings… It’s worse than sand, trust me on that one.”

“Didn’t you inhale some of that earlier? I heard the cough when it rained from the heavens,” Marcus’ utterance drew strange looks from others that were not accustomed to such an old style of speech from the former Monk of the Children of the Force.

“I smoked before coming here. I got the… Invitation from Lady Atyiru herself.” Celevon explained for the benefit of the others. “Forgive my son. He’s very attuned with the Force… suffice to say, I’m fairly certain the warranty has long since been voided for that one.”

“Who are we lurin’?” drawled a playful sly voice behind the two ladies.

Well, slightly down.

With a huff, a familiar bush of green hair bobbed up as Arcona’s one and only faux-Zelosian clambered onto the platform. She wore a green camo cargo pants and matching wool-lined jacket over a glittery red tank top. Sparkly red war paint stripes donned her cheeks just under the golden Kiffar clan tattoos of hers.

A few seconds to catch her breath with her hands on her knees, Diyrian Grivna straightened up and approached the pair with a wink. “–Cus ya lured me in. Hoo, tree climbin’ ain’t the same as scalin’ ships is it now, haha! Zig, Nicfer, how are ya now?”

Zig squeaked, jumping in place, but then tried to recover as best she could. “Good'n'you'oh'not-so-bad,” she replied quickly then shook her head a few times. “Diy! This is glitter warfare, you can’t just go sneakin’ up like that, you’ll give a girl a start,” the Zygerrian rambled.

Celevon shivered, glancing upward into the darkened canopies of the dusk beneath Kashyyyk’s forest. “The Lady is amused by something… nothing good will come of this, I assure you.”

“Think that’s the point– oh! Yeah…” Diy trailed off suddenly as if realizing she could have gotten a face full of glitter right then and there. She cocked a grin however and rested her hands on her hips. “I think best leave the ‘startin’ to Lottie down there,” she tipped her head towards Zuza.

Zig flushes furiously under her helmet visor and made an inaudible noise.

Red lifted a shot glass to drink another round while Porgs were happily making circles. He decided to join them, and with glass still on hold in his paw - stood up.

Sudden laugh from above made him laugh, and convinced that he was doing the right thing.

He looked at the feeling fun Porgs, bended over, grabbed glitter off the floor.

Archian straightened his back, lifted paw with the glass in the air like posing for the superstar picture ( and to get the attention of the Porgs).

He took a quick shoot of the liquid, with another paw throwing the glitter above him. Jumped into the air, wiggled backwards and forwards with both legs, his tail making circles. He swung to his right side creating rotation of his body - at the same time vacuuming the glitter into the small tornado around him.

His body fell down at the wooden floor, landing at his side, supporting his smiling head with right paw, and elbow steady lying at the wood beneath him.

All Porgs ( and Nuna) looked at him, stopped circling, and furiously bounced at him with wiggling wings from ecstasy. Nuna didn’t leave its Porg alone, following the rest of the creatures, and landing at the Archian.

What looked like the synchronized attack, was just a big group hug made to the Shistavanen, from all the Porgs. Archian felt loved now, and comfortably stayed at the floor, between warm bodies and with a huge smile at his snout.

“Yes, emotions are important. Expression is part of life. I thought that was…what we have been doing.” He gestured to her belly. “Emotion, creation, celebrating life, yeah?”

Oh this kid is fraking awesome! Revs thought as he stood up. “Alright Commander Kirra! You lead the way!”

“Onward march!” The child screamed as she started to move across the platform, with Logan following single file behind her. The pair firing their glitter guns in the air, chanting glitter war!

“She’s something else boss.” Revs said while looking over his shoulder at Marick. “Look I’m sorry for taking off on y’all when you needed me. I just kinda…..well I’m me.” He stammered.

The Hapan didn’t respond he just started following behind everyone, taking the rear of the column.

The Miraluka waited a moment. “So you seem to have been busy over the last few years…care to fill me in?”

“Well it’s good to let loose a little bit no?” Kaled gestured with cybernetic hand. “With the war over, potential deaths and…who knows what not, it’s good to just be with people.”

Miracle smiled as he finished his short philosophy, but he couldn’t help but run his hand through his long gray hair. He could feel those small particles in his hair, which made him worried a bit.

“Well…now that I think about it… maybe it’s a little too much of happiness going on…My poor hair. Oh! But you said your sun is Force sensitive? How do you feel M…Marcus was it?”

Marick shook his head. “We all follow our own paths, Revs. You followed yours.” He replied calmly. “Let’s see. I’ve been working on my story telling because Kirra said I’m not as good as how her uncle tells story,” he seemed to be calculating how to be curt but not boring. “I assumed control of the Inquisitorius just as I watched my partner ‘die’ to a suicide bombing from a new threat. I then spent the next years pouring every waking minute into combating and countering that organization until finally, they were exposed and crippled. When I retired, I went searching for answers and, finally, I found them. We were able to bring Atyiru back.” He gestured to his hair. “This didn’t happen because of age,” he explained in reference to his previously raven-dark hair. I know you can’t see the color difference, but Atyiru says it reads as ‘different’ through the Force.“

He fidgeted idly. "With her back, I got a second chance. I didn’t let it go to waste. And now…” he gestured at Kirra, boldly leading the way. “I guess I finally gave the galaxy a new life, instead of taking it away,” the former assassin turned father explained.

“You and I, sah. Trying, at least. This not easy for me, having them, dealing with them. Marick make it look easy.”

She turned to look out to the other platforms, glitter still sparkling in her lone eye. Her sandal seemed to mash and stick into something. “Er.. be my seeing-eye Wyn? I think we standing in some sort of goop. And seems the party moved.’

“You’re here, so therefore the party is,” he wiggled his eyebrows. He glanced down at whatever they were standing in. “Ooo, sticky.”

He looked around. “Well, I don’t think throwing up a barrier is against Atty’s rules. So, best I got without being able to shoot no one is to protect you, my fair maid-er-Mando”.

“My hero,” she chuckled a little. “Careful, that much sweetness can get you in trouble.” Turning in the direction of other Force signatures, she raised her arms. “Guide me! Can see osik with this insanity.”

“There’s a method to the madness though. You just have to try and think like a crazy blind empath with Force powers…”

Wyn tried to get into the character but then immediately shook his head.

“Nope, I got nothing.”

Socorra moved her arms from in front of her to out to her sides as if invoking spirits or some other dirty Krathy thing.

“Well. I already crazy, and hormones blitzing brain out. This should be cake. Ohh.. jalapeno cake. Why that sound so good?”

Her lone arctic eye widened as her mind stretched out and tapped into many, normally routine when entering a room but with serious intentions and certainly not in a jungle of madness. And this was, without a doubt, exactly that.

“By all nine Hells, Wyn. Welcome to the jungle, we’ve got fun and games.”

She continued roaming, the euphoria uplifting, a sensation she hadn’t felt in ages. The Director wasn’t searching for information; nothing to broker, nothing to abuse, nothing to squirrel away for the right time. Socorra for once simply felt what everyone else did. Mania and confusion, certainly, but joy and jubilee. Minus the one focused on glitter and vacuums - ah, Ruka of course. She even caught two Force signatures not seen in a long, long time…interesting.

Atty herself, the vortex, eating these emotions like a kid in a candy store. Clearly this was her happy place. Like the Ruka effect it reverberated back and forth between them, causing a twitch.

Kark you’re loud. <@244244163002892288>

**I ate on the way he-* You’re on vacation, stop worrying about the carpet. You belong here, that is why. Revs- ohh yes I recognized the signature -it’s been a really long time. I can’t fit that much water, I’d pee every five minutes! Ah kark now I have to go. Oh kaled, he’s too good for us. I think we lost Archian to Porgs. Karkin’ A, Celevon, not seen in bloody years either. I didn’t agree on Attiicus yet! I was going to propose a name from my homeworld. Karkin’ spoilers. Yes, interesting toys everyone is family to you and Kirra, ohana and all’at. And what about Marick? My experience of family is complete osik and definition is entirely diff–*

Socorra suddenly covered her nose and shouted. “Ow! Felt that one. Watch out for that tree?” Her eye nearly teared up from phantom nerves slammed into.

“Socks, Socks, Socks of the jungle…strong as she can be…” Wyn started to hum an old holovid tune.

Aura looked around at the mayhem and wondered how she got here. Glitter was everywhere, pool noodles were flapping about in all directions, and some people wanted to eat cake in the middle of it. The Jedi shook her head and thought to herself that this wasn’t that much different than from being stuck at home with 3 young kids and no back up. Normally, she would have felt a surge of anxiety but a veteran of parenthood years bolstered her. She knew when to quit and let the kids go nuts. The Elder looked around and located a bar up above next to some surly characters who clearly did not want to participate in the shenanigans. That looked more her speed at the moment.

The Zeltron reached out to the Force to find her children. Zoe was outside trying to make friends with spiders and the pets of wookiees. Jade was chasing her dad around their tree hotel with far too much intent on acquiring a lightsaber. And finally the 1 year old twins were somehow asleep through all the racket. Had Teikhos used the Force on them she found herself thinking before shaking it off. She didn’t care. They were safe. The Jedi quickly pulled the Force into her legs and jumped straight out of the pit of chaotic flesh right into the bar overlooking the chaos. The Wookiee bartender was disgruntled but seemed to like the tips. Aura passed her a bunch of credits, ordered a bottle of Rancor Tequila and sipped contently.

Chuckling and mentally marking her Zig fluster tally, Diy leaned back against the tree and pulled out a glitter blaster, inspecting it. Honestly, she didn’t quite understand it. What the energy cell was replaced with a canister of the sparkle dust? The Kiffar slid a couple levers and detached the clip. Tucking the gun under her armpit, she unscrewed the cap and –

“Pfft-pfft! Oh, that was a mistake!” Diy sputtered after a cloud of glitter flew in the air about her. Multitude sparkles coating the camo of her outfit and merging with the red shine of her tank top. She shrugged to the actual mechanic and their compatriot.“So hey, I know how they got the glitter in here.”

“Aura?” a voice called from off to the side of the bar. A dark tan skinned woman approached and halted beside a neighboring chair, brushing back white hair behind her ear. If it wasn’t for the oddly miraluka shaped print of glitter across the half-Ryn’s clothes, she would’ve looked unscathed of tje madness. “Been a long time since we last spoke. Hope you are well.”

Zujenia slid into the seat and ordered a drink, taking a minute to look down on everything below. “Certainly an Atyiru event, isn’t it now?”

“Alright…” Zig said, trying to make sense of…literally everything. She had to admit, she was a bit lost.

“Hey Nicfer,” the Zygerrian said carefully, catching herself before she used a nickname like she wanted to. “Wanna go see if we can convince some of the Wookiee’s to take us in, share a pint, and wait for this whole thing to blow over?”

Eleceos’ head hurt. He had himself propped up against the trunk of a tree, trying to block out all the mania and confusion. It was not easy on the empath, and he suddenly felt like he used to growing up on his home-world.

He couldn’t focus enough to help his force vision, so he thought it safest to just wait out the antics of his cousin. He did not blame her for her choices, in fact he was sure that if not for this lapse in his control, he’d have found it fun. But fir the time being, he just kept him head down and tried to center himself in the Force.

All things pass in time, and this too would follow suit.

During a group warm hug with small creatures Red spotted the unknown Force User elevating after jumping at the high positioned platform. He also couldn’t hide his surprise when saw people standing there with glasses in their hands. It must be a bar he thought, and looked sadly at the empty bottle at the front of him. Archian with difficulty turned his head, and from between Porg’s legs checked on Tajga, who was following behind the rest of the group. She will be alright he assessed, and started to slowly take off disappointed Porgs of himself - one by one.

While still keeping an eye on Porgs, who were again staring at him, and already picked up their glitter rifles, Shistavanen collected all shot glasses and a finished bottle. He pulled his sleeves above his elbows, made a few jumps at the spot, but something didn’t feel right… Porgs and Nuna were staring at him lonely, and that convinced him to make decisions. He picked up Nuna, and her close Porg companion, and put them within his tops material. You could only see two heads peeking at each other from both sides of his neck.

He made a gaze around, chose a first branch, and jumped up. He lifted himself up slowly and carefully to make the way above him to the bar area.

In the meantime - under him - Porgs were looking up, and some of them fell on their backs, because of the lost balance while moving their heads with the gaze following the Archian. But some of them didn’t, and after node at each other they started to step back inside of their Christmas gift box hidden base - full of glitter supplies.

Red was focusing on grabbing branch after branch, and climbing up. He didn’t want to risk the lives of the two small creatures traveling with him, so he chose a slower rhythm.

At the same time Porgs didn’t waste time, and fully prepared started to walk out from the Christmas box equipped with rocket backpacks, and beskar helmets at their heads. They didn’t want to give up their good time and fury hugs.

The only thing that warned Diy of the encroaching doom was sudden cloud in one of the trees across from her. She looked up in time to catch a thin flash of silver right before it exploded. Tucking her shoulder and rolling, the street smart Kiffar dropped down onto a platform a few feet below to her left, successfully evading thr assault.

“Heh, so we playing now, aye?” the faux-Zelosian thought out loud, ocean eyes searching for the enemy. Wasn’t hard to spot the tall arse, one-armed Mando in the distance.

Grinning broadly, she reassembled the glitter blaster quickly. Taking aim, she utter her wish upon the man while pulling the trigger, “By the spirits I hope you bring this glitter plague to your nerfherder back home!”

Diy went to duck for cover but her temptation to retort back was too great, and her downfall. “If that’s all it takes to get a rise out of ya, than– pft-pf-pft!”

A cloud of glitter landed squarely in her space. She threw her arms up in vain and closed her eyes, but a faceful of the specks still left her sputtering. With a huff, the faux-Zelosian fired quickly, taking little aim as she shifted for better cover. The shot missed by meters.

“Bloody…she-akk…” Diyrian uttered as she stared up to the rainbow chaos raining down upon the field. There was not enough cover here to block much of that. Curling to block the vitals, eyes, mouth, ears, chest, the Kiffar waited a moment for everything to settle. She had to find something bigger to retaliate with. Glancing to the side, she spotted one of them mines like the one Zig had been messing with. She grabbed it and whistled to get mando-hound to peek out.

“You call this war? Just another night at the Blind Mouse!” and she lobbed the mine like a frisbee directly at him.

Eleceos could feel it. Something big was about to happen. The dread that filled him was equal only to the excitement radiating off of a familiar source. The source was like…family.

Struggling to block out the surrounding emotions, Ele stood up and his body moved almost on its own. He felt her come within reach of him, and he grabbed her in a hug and ducked them both behind a tree as grenade like explosions wracked the forest.

Ele heard the screams of the other, not sewing what horrific outcome awaited the less fortunate, but one word rang in his mind from their sadness.

Glitter.

So. Much. GLITTER.

He turned to the woman he grabbed into a hug. It was his cousin Atyiru.

“Misiri? What is the point of all this? Why these theatrics and horrified friends?”

I am **so* glad I’m not outside right now*, Qyreia thought as she meandered through the quiet admin room to where Keira was sitting, cradling Ileta in one arm while she twirled carved wooden shapes with an invisible touch of her other hand. The display seemed to entertain the newborn to no end, and there was an outright stream of baby cackles as the adult Zeltron approached.

“I see you two are having fun.”

“Plenty. Is it safe out there yet?”

“I would say yes, but I’m pretty sure Atty is doubling down now that some folks are trying to slip away for drinks and food; catch their breath and all.”

“They not the only ones?” The pale-skinned Force user nodded at the cup in Qyreia’s hand.

“Hey, mojito did nothing to you. Don’t judge him. Isn’t that right, ‘Letaboops?” She nuzzled the baby’s nose, warning herself a string of giggles and exploratory smacks on her cheeks before she stood upright again. “She is too damn cute.”

“She comes by it honestly.”

Keira’s expression, to say nothing for the sweet sentiment, had the Zeltron melt somewhat, and she leaned in for a quick kiss. The Force user knew well enough that compliments would get her every time.

“Do you wanna go out and have fun? I think I heard Diy getting into it. I can watch her; give you a break.”

“In a little bit maybe.” Her brows raised and her smile turned to a grimace. “Speaking of wee one.”

Qyreia sighed, grinning in the face of the familiar predicament. “I’ll get the diaper bag.”

Aura looked over at Zujenia and smiled. It had indeed been a while since they had talked. The Zeltron angled herself towards her and said hello properly.

“Hello there. It does indeed look fun. I am afraid it was starting to remind me of kids running crazy around the house. It looks fun to watch from here though,” she added.

“What’s new?”

“You speak as if from experience,” Zujenia laughed, smiling lightly. “Between my own little lady and Kord’s antics, that feelin’ I understand.”

She took a sip from her drink, sandy tail curling lightly at her calf. “Been busy as ever with providin’ aid where I can and jugglin’ whatever the Brotherhood catches the attention of. But honestly, I am hopin’ to step away from the latter a bit and hopefully welcome another member to our family in the near future.”

“How about you?”

Miraluka gathered enough straight to leave his safe space and try at least say hello to some of his clansman instead of just staying in one place.

He excused himself, taking a small bow twords Celevon, as Kaled took his first steps chaos and glitter.

Trying to push it off of his face he stubbled a few times. Even accidentally falling over as Arcanist didn’t really focused on walking as much.

After a few minutes of wandering around, Kaled managed to sense few people. But the two of those people quickly grabbed his attention.

“Master Atyiru? Eleceos!” Miraluka said, as he made his way over to the two.

The sudden rush of emotion filled his heart and mind. It has been too long sense the last time Kaled was with Atyiru in the same place, but he always found himself safe in her presence. Like a child would in hand’s of it’s mother. And Eleceos was a dear friend. More like a brother then a clansman. Although he felt a big shame in his heart not being with them as often. Looking out for those little ones, keeping them a secret just as Atyiru request.

Kaled couldn’t contain his laughter. The emotion of happiness and warmth was just too much to contain. So much in fact, that he grabbed them both pulling them closer together.

“Hahaha, like one big family! Seeing you two again it just brings me so much joy! Wait.. phrasing. That first part pun not intended.”

Ele was happy to be in his friend and brothers presence. To be amongst others of his kind, others who can understand the things he sees, left behind an indescribable feeling of calm. He then felt his cousins hug, and whatever she set upon his back. Atyiru was Atyiru and he decided to just go with it.

“I am better in your presence, the both of you. Now to see how this…event…ends.”

“Life is pretty good. Have a wonderful husband and 4 kids. One of them already is a padawan. And keeping busy as Proconsul. This little vacation has been nice.

Good luck on a future family member. If you want babysitting practice you can watch mine,” she half-joked.

“Any plans before we leave the planet?”

Nicfer wanted to continue, but the idea of failing worried her more than the glory of winning. She had something to prove, but each failure she was positive people would hold it against her. But you can’t lose if you choose not to play the game right? She folded, holstering the glitter gun on her belt and sighing.

“Drink sounds better than coming out of this looking like cheap dancer with a body glitter addiction. You speak Shyriiwook? Or are we going to have ‘ta play charades?”

Her head cocked to the side as someone else entered her stream of telepathy. “Wait, is that…Jax?” She rubbed her eye and could at least make out the typical form of a tall as kark suited Mando in the air. Or as typical as Jax Erinos gets. Which wasn’t typical at all.

The glitter, that fur…by the Maker…

“Hmm Wyn do you have towel? Of course you do.”

“Never leave home without a towel,” they said in unison.

With a bow he presented the cloth over his forearm. “M’lady.”

“Thank you. Now to give it away!”

The woman balled it up and took a step backwards, holding the towel behind her raven head like a Huttball. With a boom from her gut she shouted at the Mando.

“Erinos!”

Then she realized that may have sounded too much like an order to appear. Or he might just drop to the ground and beat his face out of habit.

“Oya! Vod’ika, catch!”

With a hop in the sundress and sandals, the only things that fit now, the woman tossed the cloth over the railing and sailed it to Jax with a little help from the Force.

Splash!

“What the f–”

As Socorra’s heels returned to the platform, a massive volume of liquid hit the wooden planks as well, splashing both her feet and Wyn’s from beneath the dress.

“Kark! I knew I had to pee. Well I no karkin’ need to now.”

“A dangerous proposition. Shay would bid you to let them stay ‘forevah,’” the half-Ryn chuffed with light amusement. There was a pause in her expression, a more sober look passing over as she considered it, “Certainly could benefit for her to have friends outside of Dajorra. Broadenin’ horizons, travel, a safe place if needed,” the latter was added with a light nod to Aura.

“Perhaps somethin’ we could talk more about sometime, when you are not busy jugglin’ duties and a lovely vibrant family. Congrats to the one becomin’ Padawan.” Zujenia raised her glass slightly to that. Taking another sip, she replied to the other question. “Before we leave? Other than ensurin’ Atty’s glitter war doesn’t leave the residents with sore feelings along with the unremovable flecks, I did consider exploring the treetop walks a bit. Yourself?”

Kaled giggled a little at Eleceos’s comment. “It gotten to you to I see. Hahahaha.” Miraluka laughed as he tapped his fellow clansman on a shoulder, not even noticing the glitter pack being placed on his back by Atyiru.

“So you got anything fun in mind?”

“After all this…I just want a shower. This glitter feels sticky and it’s everywhere that it shouldn’t be. I guess one good thing about not having eyes, I don’t have to see how ridiculous we all look.”

Eleceos turned to Kaled and chuckled a bit.

“And you, my friend? What do you have in mind?”

“Treetops do sound quiet. Maybe I will join you later. And we should keep in touch,” she agreed.

Aura raised a glass to zujenia and idly watched the mayhem below. A fun night to be sure.

Miraluka sighted for a moment, deep inside he knew that it is better to not know how they looked at this moment. But on the other side, he couldn’t help but wonder how everything looked with glitter flying all around them.

“Honestly? Nothing special. But shower sure sounds nice right about now. But! We didn’t have time to actually spend time with each other, so I’ll follow your lead Ele.”

Glitter in her mouth, in her eyes, on her lekku… Tali was having a hard time figuring what part of her body hadn’t been violated by the presence of the colorfully clingy substance that seemed to permeate this part of the Kashyyykian forest. That was a worry for later. Right now, her main concern was survival. With a floppy pool noodle in each hand, she swatted aside a Wookiee-shaped pinata filled with, of course, more glitter. The papiermache beast broke apart under the relentless assault of pliant foam noodles, its cardboard belly bursting open with a splattering of color too graphic for mortal eyes to behold. With deft footwork, the Twi'lek back-flipped aside, managing to avoid the prodigious expulsion, but not without peril as her feet met the unsteady platform’s edge. Her weight shifted the entire structure ever further, gravity lurching in her belly even as the papery remnants of the suspended Wookiee doll growled at her with a pre-recorded voice. Had she been fluent in Shyriiwook, she might have been even less amused.

As it were, her attention lay squarely in waving her arms, and noodles, around to maintain balance. Yet gravity proved the stronger, no matter the colorful flailing. With an inelegant scream, she hurtled towards the ground, and a conveniently placed stack of fall-breaking leaves. Almost like someone had planned the whole ordeal…

As she lay in the pile, wiping her sprawled lekku off her face, she felt a faint tremor in the Force. An echo of something familiar. A new speck of light in the tapestry.

“Velcome to the Clan,” she whispered to herself.

“Um, dear I don’t think that’s p—”

“Yes it is!”

Socorra ignored Wyndell, stepped over her own puddle of amniotic fluid and returned to the railing as if nothing at all had happened.

Nope. Nothing to see here. Socks had told the boss that she would safely have the baby in Dajorra, after all, and refused the advanced technology at Arx. Dajorra was just fine. So no, he would be delivered in Dajorra. Because she said so.

The woman cleared the last bit of glitter from her vision and looked down upon the lively platforms below, ignoring everything that was beginning to happen inside her belly. Eventually her knuckles on the railing turned white and she grit her teeth, bending and using the railing to take the weight and pressure off of her back, as if it was going to help anything.

“Nononono not now! Stay in there!”

Sweat glistened on her forehead and her eye looked to anything in vicinity, something to stare at, to trance with, to…

Ruka.

…yell at.

”This is your fault!”

And Marick.

“And yours!”

Tajga fell down , after shot of the glitter coming into her eyes. She lost a grab, and slided off the branches.

In the meantime Archian felt that something grabbed him under his arms, and then realised that it was group of Porgs pushing him up, while flying at their rocket backpacks.
It was very lucky as it pushed him just through the wave of the glitter, and nothing sticked to him at that point.

Nuna, and Porg within his shirt squeaked happily.

Cole, having not made it 2 steps from his original platform before being blasted in the face with a glitter cannon and falling backwards off, was tangled in a net.

It wasn’t comfortable, espeically with glitter replicating the qualities of sand for encroaching on areas he’d rather it didn’t. The Human male was facing toward the canopy, able to see again but his arms mostly entangled. Someone would probably come eventually, as though he could escape Cole had little idea as to what was below him. And Atty had removed all of his combat supplies before entering the party ‘zone’.

This was probably better than almost getting punched out a window. Probably.

If Cole’s arms weren’t otherwise occupied he might have instinctively slapped the Mirakula. Alas, he simply got to lay there as she creepily touched his nose. What the kark is a boop? BatCole?

At least the situation was interesting now.

He turned his head to the side after her, not able to see where she went but directing his voice, “I dunno what that was but if you’ve karked up my eyes with this glitter we’re gonna have issues.”

He trailed off, considering his situation again before adding in a self-narrative mumble, “If I survive the fall getting out of here.”