The Force Flies [Disney Event, Medium, NDE]

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

Name: [The Force Flies] - The Adventure Name

Participants: [Souza Kuchiki ✱Paiva "Amalia" Vollbrecht✱ and up to 1 more participant] - Who can participate?

Location: [Dream Bubble outside of Cape Canaveral] - Where does this take place?

Difficulty Level: [Medium] - Easy, Medium, Hard, Extreme. How difficult is this adventure?

Setting: [NDE] Is this DE or NDE? Death Enabled or Non Death Enabled?

Plotline: [The Soul Society has detected a Dream Bubble emerging outside Cape Canaveral. Souza Kuchiki has been dispatched to investigate it and has brought along his temporary Vandenreich Ally along with him. Once they enter the bubble, they dream of a world far far away a long time ago and the brutal battles that took place among the stars. There they will have to choose how to help resolve the conflict in order to allow the dream bubble to form crystals] - Explain the plot of your adventure.

Estimated Enemy Strength: [No Class, see Special Conditions] Estimate the strength of the NPC's people will fight in this adventure. Class 7-1, what is their strength on average?

Estimated Time Until Completion: [3 pages] - How many pages do you think this adventure will run for until it is over?

Starts: [After DM Intro] - When does the adventure begin?

Special Conditions: [Extra Participant Slot available besides Souza and Amalia. Must claim slot before DM intro goes up to be eligible.

Additionally, while Souza and Amalia's allegiances are known (themselves), the extra participant must state their allegiance (Hell, Walt Disney, themselves) in their Thread Claim post.] - Any special conditions, limitations, or other things.

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

Cape Canaveral, the site of one of NASA's launch pads, was detecting some disturbances in the area and shut down all rocket launches for the day until the radios were working again. The Soul Society's Squad 12 immediately picked up on the disturbance and sent for Souza Kuchiki. The man had just returned from his trip to investigate the strange golden band that appeared and was already being sent out to investigate the Dream Bubble that had been detected. He brought along his Ally, Amalia, but word spread of this bubble and more began to arrive...

The three to claim the Bubble were Souza, Amalia, and the masked man Douma. By touching the bubble they were drawn up into it and they slept... They dreamt...

They dreamt of a far off planet that was just starting to be free from War. A powerful Empire had started to break apart with the death of its Emperor and second in Command and the New Republic was starting to gain traction in eradicating the remaining pockets of troops. It would be a long process, but the worst of the horrors were over... Or were they? Over top a lifeless planet, two star ships send out fighter after fighter in an attempt to bring down the other. One starship is led by a Rebublic Captain, the other by an Empire Loyalist.

As the narrative dream fades, the three visitors to the Dream Bubble are offered a choice. Which ship do they want to wake up on?

[Douma]

Douma was not acting on the discretion of Callus or any of his other contacts in Team Josai. No, he had is own interests in mind. News of some sort of Disney activity spread like wildfire amongst members of criminal networks. It was only natural for Douma to catch wind of such events soon, and reports strange activity in Florida piqued his interests once more. Curiosity got the best of him, and so Douma decided to investigate. He, like so many others, were pulled into the dream.

The Angel of Silence recognized the story before him, and the choice of where to begin seemed clear: Empire. The rebel side had a few temptations, but in the end, Douma prioritized the superior resources and power of Palatine’s forces. Yes, he was familiar with Star Wars. He no longer cared much for it, but the rogue was familiar with its plot and characters. In fact, he fit in with the world. He too lost his body to a scorching attack, forcing him to dawn an armor that pumped pain into his body to fuel his hate and strengthen his power. He was parallel in many ways to Darth Vader.

And if Douma found himself following in Vader’s footsteps, he would kill Luke with no hesitation. Little could stop him from getting his hands on those shards.

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{Stats, Skills, and Items}

Stats

Strength - [100] Points (50)

Speed - [300] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [400] (1000) Points

Reiatsu Strength - [150] Points

Light Aura - [0] Points

Dark Aura - [100] Points

Instinct - [150] Points

Senses - [100] Points

Energy sensory - [400] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points

Total SP: [1600] Points

Abilities

• [Weapons: Sword] {3}
  
  
• [War Strategy] {3}
  
  
• [Battle Analysis] {3}
  
  
• [Analysis] {3}
  
  
• [Leadership/Charisma] {2}
  
  
• [Guns] {2}
  
  

Items:
Blood Cross
Artificial Zanpakuto - Kagebokkusu
Storage Scroll

[✱Paiva "Amalia" Vollbrecht✱]

Blurry images flicker in Amalia's mind as she drifts through her dream. The images are barely decipherable, but they she manages to recognize the distant images. The massive, technological feats soar through space, fading in and out as her mind's eye scans the incoming images. She felt a peculiar pull. It was unlike anything she had felt before. There was a mystique about the sensation, and yet something familiar. Among her murky dreams, she could not deny the intensity of one side. It was an unmistakable darkness, one she was most comfortable letting envelop her.

Amalia had felt the gravity of such power and this unmistakable allure was once again tugging at her spirit. She felt it pull her, as if destiny were prepared to make a decision on her behalf. Her mind drifted further into the heavy darkness that resides on the mysterious and gargantuan mechanical wonder. It was like nothing she had ever seen before, but was not entirely obscure. She was drawn closer before she opened her eyes and appeared on the massive vessel. Slowly opening her eyes, the intensity of the light in the room caused her eyes to recoil. She squinted before finding herself among others, all of them dressed very peculiarly. 

With her eyes wide-open, she could still feel the weight of this presence she felt while slumbering. Unsurprisingly, she welcomed this. The juxtaposition of familiarity and mystery intrigued her and left her feeling comfortable. "So, this is one of the stodgy man's dream bubbles. It is rather eccentric for someone who by all accounts lacked any intrigue or flair." As she said this, she noticed the ironic armored soldiers moving about. Behind her was another mystery. A man for which she did not know his name, but could tell he did not belong here anymore than she did. 

She glared at the mysterious figure standing behind her before narrowing her eyes and grinning subtly. "I don't recall seeing you back at that wretched Disneyland. Apparently the invitation to join that dull man's crusade was not restricted to guests of that event." Amalia scanned the man before reaching in the pocket of her voluminous skirt and pulling out a shiny-gold tube. She uncapped it and applied a small layer of color to her lips before fussing with her hair. "You seem have the same level of mystery going for you as the other masked men and women around here. The whole cloak and dagger thing can be a fun may to distinguish yourself, I suppose. I find it mildly amusing." She smiled sweetly at Douma while she stared into a nearby reflective service and slid her fingers through her hair. 

[Souza Kuchiki]

"The same can be said of that seductive allure, wouldn't you agree?" a voice asked from behind Amalia. Approaching her, there was a man she knew well. His face was as impeccable as always, his hair neat and not one out of place. He had scarlet eyes this time, a notable difference from the gold he had possessed during their last meeting. This was Souza Kuchiki, Squad 13's Lieutenant and the Soul Reaper that Amalia had encountered and interacted most with at Disneyland. That his eyes had become scarlet was noteworthy only because of the aura change. With scarlet eyes, his gaze was far more penetrating and even cold, aloof. Amalia wouldn't know, but it was because of "Harsh Souza."

Within the current version of Souza there rested two forms to his personality. The previous one she had encountered, "Kind Souza," utilized different abilities, such as teamwork enhancement. This one she would encounter now was more capable of using aggressive offensive tactics. He wasn't a different person, even if he seemed it to those who knew him. Both sides of the personality, after all, were halves to one coin and acknowledged that together they were whole. It was one person, but two different iterations of him. Still, that haughty gaze of his, the careless way with which his posture brazenly defied anyone around him with his dignity and strength. This was indeed the Souza that Amalia knew, even if he was more aggressive today.

"Strange to find us all in the same place," Souza said. So why had he come? He was familiar with Star Wars, and one might have expected him to form on the side of the Rebels because he knew that the Empire was evil. There were two primary reasons. The first was that he viewed the Empire to be practice. Soul Society was not unlike the Empire, and he was an agent of good operating in an organization that allowed great evil. If he could sway the remnants of the Empire to be more good, he would gain useful practice for how to it in Seireitei for the Thirteen Court Guard Squads when the time came. The second reason, of course, was far more selfish to Souza.

Those familiar with Star Wars were also familiar with who had led the Empire once Palpatine and Vader had passed. Without Tarkin, the job could fall to only one successor. Grand Admiral Thrawn. And despite the man's clear evil, Souza wanted desperately to find an opportunity to meet him, for Thrawn was well known within the fandom to be of absolutely stunning brilliance and cunning. Souza himself was aware of one of his weaknesses when it came to battling against his father... Sozen was smarter. Souza knew that even if he was stronger and his forces were stronger, neither of which was true yet, Sozen was leagues more prepared mentally.

Souza was hoping to learn some strategic analysis from Thrawn. If he could become even a little bit more savvy, then he had a chance against his father... For now, however, he would be here. In the present. And in the present, he had to be aware that Amalia was present, and probably had her powers back. Despite his flirtations with her, she could be dangerous. ...Then again, she was quite attractive. So, Souza, not missing a beat after what he said before, drew near to Amalia and spoke seductively, making sure he was in range for her to smell his cologne. "Wouldn't you say, Amalia?" And he winked at her. Souza then looked up at the other man... A man whose smoldering hate was quite... familiar?

Souza immediately sensed how much hate Douma was filled with. He could only imagine what sort of betrayal had brought such a thing. Souza also sensed that the man's hunger was practically limitless. His thirst for power was difficult to quench. All of these familiar feelings reminded Souza of what had first created 'Harsh Souza' so long ago. As if he and this man were kindred spirits. But, enough of that for now. Souza instead focused on politeness. "Greetings. I'm Souza Kuchiki," he said confidently. Little did he realize that the identity of this man originated at someone with whom he was quite familiar. Yet Souza might very well learn even this in due time.

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{Stats and Skills}

Strength - [150] (50) Points

Speed - [375] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [400] (1200) Points

Reiatsu Strength - [50] Points

Light Aura - [80] Points

Dark Aura - [20] Points

Instinct - [300] (100) Points

Senses - [50] Points

Energy sensory - [200] (400) (Points

Healing Expertise - [75] (25) Points


Total SP: [1600] Points

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[Sabre] {3}

[Battle Analysis] {3}

[Battle Focus] {3}

[Analysis] {3}

[Focused Eye] {3}

[✱Paiva "Amalia" Vollbrecht✱]

OOC: Kyo gave the green light for another round of dialogue.

Eyeing Souza, Amalia gave a coy smile and turned her attention to him. While the masked figured certainly warranted some attention, her fascination with Souza was more capable of captivating her. "I was almost certain that I landed here because of my reputation for being rather wicked. I was nearly convinced of it until you arrived." Amalia turned her back to Souza and approached  large window that provided a breathtaking view. "Then again...from some points of view we're not entirely different in that respect, so I shouldn't be very surprised." She glanced at Souza over her shoulder, her eyes shimmering under the heavy lighting. 

She placed her hand on the window and peered into the vastness of space. "It appears that man's dreams has brought motion and life to the stillness of space. How quaint. I can't say I am not impressed by the lustrous scenery. It is rather breath taking if you take the time to appreciate it." As she canvased the blackness of space with her eyes, she couldn't help but notice Souza's reflection in the glass. Her eyes were directed at his reflection. She scanned him, which brought a subtle smile to her lips. She lowered her head as her eyes shifted in his relative direction. Staring at the wall, she examined the contents of her mind. She couldn't determine what she wanted to say to him and how she wanted to say it.

There was a level of discomfort that accompanied the fluttering feeling she felt when she was near Souza. It wasn't unfamiliar, as she has been attracted to men before, but never has she felt such a strong attraction to a Shinigami. It is not unheard of for a Quincy to share a love affair with a Shinigami, but from her experience, it is a crime. A most detestable notion. Normally she would find herself sick at the thought, but all that dissipated as she looked at his reflection. She recollected herself and  leaned against the wall as she glared at Souza and Douma. "So what now? We weren't exactly given concrete instructions on what to do when we arrived. So many unanswered questions." She let out an exasperated sigh. "That silly old man wants us to help him prevent the world's destruction, but he fails to provide proper details. Someone with his power should be killed. He clearly can't control it and shouldn't be awarded it." 

Amalia was clearly irritated by Disney. It was clear she didn't feel he was worthy of his power, otherwise such situations wouldn't have occurred. Despite that, a part of her was slightly excited to be a part of this. She liked excitement, but more importantly she enjoyed any chance she could get to demonstrate her might and crush people with her powers. Some might say she is a show-off, but she prefers to say that she enjoys using the powers she was given by his majesty. Using her powers is like a tribute to his majesty's brilliance. "So..." Amalia trailed off and she smiled coyly at Souza. "...how about we find some action and make a dent in this bubble we were sent to." She extended her hand as spirit particles swirled in her palm. "I've been dying to use my powers after not having them for a while." 

[Douma]

"I don't recall seeing you back at that wretched Disneyland.” The womam picked Douma out from the crowd rather quickly and wasted no time before attempting to spark conversation. "You seem have the same level of mystery going for you as the other masked men and women around here. The whole cloak and dagger thing can be a fun may to distinguish yourself, I suppose. I find it mildly amusing." The woman seemed to hint toward her own superiority as she coated her lips with a pale red, but Douma cared little for her ego.

But there was an element of fate at play. Amalia seemed to approach Douma because of his physical distinction. He too was naturally attracted to her, but for completely different reasons. She was a beacon of incredibly powerful energy. Her reiatsu was more potent than anything Douma had ever felt before, even more powerful than that of his ally, the Segunda Espada. More so, she was a Quincy. Perhaps she was seated close to the Vandenreich Emperor. Regardless, this woman would be a very useful ally.

Douma wasn’t particularly interested in playing this conversational game with her. Fortunately, he didn’t need to. He sensed the arrival of a familiar presence the moment before his voice jumped into the conversation seamlessly. “The same can be said of that seductive allure, wouldn't you agree?" Souza Kuchiki, heir to the two most powerful family in all of the worlds. The only ones more powerful than the Kuchiki were the descendants of the Soul King, and Souza was a strange overlap between the two. He was special. He was strong. Douma knew better than most. After all, Souza once served as Kagami’s Vice Captain.

Douma’s eyes never left the Kuchiki since his arrival. He watched quietly as the young man flirted with the Quincy. Douma’s energy sensory was focused enough to allow him to pick up on general emotions stirring within those around him. Sexual tension was certainly present between these two. Moreso, Souza seemed to react… strangely to Douma. It wasn’t fear or apprehension. It wasn’t likely that Souza felt scared of anyone. However, Douma seemed to stir emotions within him. Maybe Souza recognized the rogue from the seeds of rage and vengeance within Kagami Murai. Nonetheless, Douma was not that man. He had been in the preliminary stages of his conception at that time, but now, the Angel of Silence was in full flight.

"Greetings. I'm Souza Kuchiki,” “Douma.” Souza should know that name. After all, Douma contributed to Saeki Kuchiki’s Senkaimon Prison breakout. He is also credited with the murder of Souza’s former captain, Kagami Murai. Kagami’s body lay buried somewhere in Soul Society, under a dust-covered tombstone that very few may even consider visiting. Perhaps Hotaru Kuchiki had paid her respects once or twice, but no one else had any reason to miss the former Captain. Very few had much reason to hate Douma for killing Kagami, although it didn’t matter that Kagami died. The mercenary received notoriety for being one of the few to kill a captain of the Gotei 13. Kagami didn’t matter, but Douma did.

The rogue wasn’t known for being very conversational, so he remained a quiet spectator in Amalia and Souza’s exchanges. "Then again...from some points of view we're not entirely different in that respect, so I shouldn't be very surprised." Douma detected hints of interesting emotions stirring within the woman. Amalia, her name was. She seemed particularly interested in Souza as it seemed many women tend to be. She was also arrogant, impulsive, and reckless. How about we find some action and make a dent in this bubble we were sent to? I've been dying to use my powers after not having them for a while."

If it was time to strategize, Douma had something to contribute. “No,” he told her. It was a flat objection. To Douma, it was clear that they were not here to go hunting for action. From the intel he has gathered about this strange event, it seemed that they were here for a reason. This Disney man sent them. That means that there’s something here for them to do. If Amalia’s statement about preventing the world’s destruction was true, then it wouldn’t be intelligent to ‘make a dent in this bubble.’ “There is no need to interfere. As you say, the destruction of this world is eminent. Our opportunity will arrive soon.”

And so the mercenary scanned the area around them through the green lenses of his mask. He watched the Stormtroopers race around them as his energy sensory extended for miles outward, picking up on the locations of other spiritually aware beings who may be competitors. For now, it seemed that he could ally himself with Amalia and Souza. If Souza was anything like his father, he would understand when enemies may become allies. The Quincy even approached Douma first. But while Amalia may be particularly wicked, wickedness was not the best approach. Not at the moment at least. “Good things come to those who wait.”

[Souza Kuchiki]

Music to start us off

"I actually quite prefer Amalia's idea of taking action than to waiting," Souza said in response to Douma's objection, notably with some small degree of irritation at Douma. The man that had killed his Captain... And yet, he was so familiar too, and Souza couldn't understand why. Souza noticed Amalia looking at his reflection, and smiled coyly at her, sharing a brief, highly flirtatious moment with the Quincy. Some part of him nagged at him for this. It had always been known that he was a flirt and that he loved it, and he had indeed tangled with his fair share of dangerous situations resulting from that. He was similar to his former Captain, Kagami Murai, in that way, and infamously similar to the tales of his great grandfather Ginrei during the man's youth.

"If we're to get anything done, we need information, and I don't think anyone will have time for us until this conflict has quieted." Yet, this was a Quincy, and not just any Quincy. She hailed from the Vandenreich, serving a vile master and coming with her own equally malevolent intentions and wickedness. By all accounts, she should be considered a monster. Yet, something drew him to her. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but she intrigued him. Was it some echo of good in her soul? He liked to believe that it was. Perhaps he could even convince her to abandon evil and to join him on the side of good. Truth be told, he wanted the same for his father, too. Maybe that was why.

His father's words echoed in his mind just moments after Souza himself spoke, and an image flashed to him of the broken form of Squad 5's Captain, Enma. If you're going to get in my way, Souza, then you're being an accomplice of the enemy. And if so, then even if it's my own son, I'll have to destroy you... That brutality, that evil... Could he penetrate it? Could he defeat his father? If he was to do such a thing, he needed the advice of a more cunning strategist than himself. And what better way to get such a man's attention than by displaying a cunning and ruthlessness that allowed Souza to stand out in this battle? That was the best way.

"We should help to end this battle. As we spawned here, this is the side we should assist, and we should fight to defeat the enemy so that when a peaceful state resumes, we'll be able to acquire assistance and resources." That was Souza's thought on the matter. To Amalia, it would mean exactly what she wanted. Getting involved and using her powers. To Douma, it would mean he was outvoted by virtue of democracy, but Souza didn't care much for that. Douma could do what he wanted. Souza didn't think it was necessary to work with the mercenary, least of all given Douma had killed his-What? A flash of insight struck Souza as he thought of Douma.

His energy sensory went off, alerting him to something inside of Douma. That pain. That suffering. That hatred. Souza sensed it briefly, just momentarily, and was taken aback. In the midst of it all, he had sensed something in Douma that was very familiar to him... That pain was the same as Souza's own had once been. The pain of having been betrayed by someone... A loved one... A girl that he had loved. For just one instant, he had felt Douma's pain, and he had known immediately that it felt nearly identical to the pain he himself had once felt... Still felt sometimes. And, just like that, he came to another conclusion, one he should have known all along.

Douma was a shady mercenary because he had secrets. He was hiding something. And, now that Souza knew something which Douma might keep buried inside of him, he could truthfully say he was aware of a secret of Douma's. Perhaps he could bluff Douma just a bit... "That settles our vote," Souza said, nodding to Amalia with a look of mischief. "Let's get started." Souza looked to Douma. "Join or not, it's your choice. But don't oppose us. I know your secret. Besides, you're not strong enough yet to fight me, are you?" He said it boldly, with absolute confidence. And he said it to evaluate any reaction from Douma. Any at all. What might this mercenary think of such a comment? Either way, Souza nudged Amalia's hand subtly with his, and then took off in a run down the hallway, looking for the ship's hangar bay. It was lucky Souza was a huge fan of this world... He had a good idea of where to look.

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

Douma’s energy sensory stretched out over the course of the ship and found no significant energy signatures. It seemed that in this world, reiatsu was a foreign substance. There were no other competitors, yet, at least. Either that or they were hiding their presence exceptionally well. The latter was unlikely, though, due to Douma’s talents at seeking out those hiding such presence. As his focus swept over the ship, Souza decided to run off towards the ship hangar. Whether Douma or Amalia would follow would be up to them.

As he passed the waves of Stormtroopers, they looked at the running boy oddly, but didn’t move to stop him. Whatever the position that the Bubble had granted him would allow him to not be attacked immediately by the soldiers, but the Dream at the beginning had been unclear as to what persona Souza was filling in as in this story. So, he ran towards the hangar without any trouble, instinctively knowing the way more than just from being a fan of the Star Wars universe, his body having been taught the layout of the ship by the Dream.

The ship hangar was filled with your usual Tie-fighters and bombers and other assortment of spacecraft, but there was one set of ships that were right in the middle of the hangar, on display to a group of Stormtroopers that were walking around taking notes. The ship were shaped like barbed arrowheads, a curious sight and out of place in the rest of the tie-fighters squadron. Ever since the fall of the Empire, recruitment of the soldiers had expanded from the old clone troops, so it would make sense that there’d be a training period for new recruits. As Souza entered the hangar, he was waved over to the set of ships on display by a Trooper armored in pure black.

”Apprentice Kuchiki, please come over here and address these new recruits. We’re demonstrating the power of the new Prototype fighters.”

Meanwhile, for those who didn’t follow Souza, not much was happening. None of the Stormtroopers were bothered by the presence of the outsiders and just walked as usual. Most, in fact, gave the outsiders a wide berth and avoided them at all costs as if they were afraid to get too close.

[✱Paiva "Amalia" Vollbrecht✱]

Amalia stares at her surroundings and scoffs. She begins walking in Souza's direction. She had a fierce determination etched into her face as she boldly walked through a group of storm troopers. Even among unfamiliar surroundings, Amalia's sense of entitlement and brazen attitude were on full display. She waved her hands dismissively, gesturing for the storm troopers to move from her path. She lightly pushed them to the side as she followed Souza. She turned to Douma and with a slight grin gestured for him to follow. "Come. Don't with this place."

She walked into a massive hanger, observing the mechanical masterpieces, each ready for battle. "What peculiar devices these are. Is this the types of things that old man dreams about? Space ships? How bizarre." She approached one and touched its metal shell, observing its design and shape. "There is something oddly elegant about the design." She said to her own surprise. She peered to her left and spotted Souza. She approached him from behind and slid her finger up his spine. She clutched his shoulder as she rested her chin on his right shoulder. "So...this dream bubble...are you familiar with its contents?" She glared at the man requesting Souza to address the new recruits.

"This man...do you know him? Why does he gesture for you?" She asked curiously. "So far, no one has bothered to approach myself or the masked man. However, they approach you almost immediately and ask you to take on a specific task. Do you find that at all surprising? I do. We're supposed to be strangers in this old man's dreams, and yet, they acknowledge us as members." She peered around the room, taking note of the more standout devices. "This one looks unlike the others." She glared at the man who directed Souza to speak to recruits. "You!" She adjusted her posture and glared at him. "What is this device, the one that looks nothing like the others?"

[Douma]

"I actually quite prefer Amalia's idea of taking action than to waiting," if the hostility wasn’t clear enough in Souza’s voice, Douma could detect it through his energy sensory as well. The Kuchiki heir was not his biggest fan, but no matter. They would be practical allies. Such a relationship is fickle, but Douma had no interest in committing to the Shinigami either. They were there to take advantage of one another. Once their alliance was unbeneficial to either party, it would crumble. Until then, time to use Souza as much as possible.

It seemed like the Kuchiki had a similar idea. "Join or not, it's your choice. But don't oppose us. I know your secret. Besides, you're not strong enough yet to fight me, are you?" A few years earlier, Kagami Murai would have put the arrogant noble prince in his place. Douma was a different man altogether, but he was not about to concede. Not in front of Amalia. Displays of strength mattered, so the Angel of Silence had a response for Souza.

Very slowly, a crimson aura began to grow around Douma, engulfing him like a shroud. It’s demonic presence would send shivers down their spines. It continued to extend outward at a crawling pace, and if Souza and Amalia didn’t take a few steps back, the aura would wash over their skin, sending their hearts into shock. That aura was tainted with the terrifying energy of De-Mona. It was the embodiment of Revenge, and Douma was its agent. Perhaps Souza had some insight into who Douma was, and maybe the mercenary had just given him more information. But it didn’t matter what details Souza knew. He didn’t have nearly enough pieces to put the entire truth together. Winning Amalia’s favor was more important.

“Lead the way,” the mercenary requested of his loose ally, his eyes stuck on Amalia as he spoke. The object of his interest was obvious. At her request, he accompanied her in pursuit of Souza. Based on the reactions of the Stormtroopers and imperial officers around them, Douma and Amalia didn’t appear to be foreign or special. Souza, on the other hand, was clearly different. A soldier in dark armor addressed him as ‘Apprentice.’ He had taken a high-ranking identity, so perhaps he’d be told some significant information about the events that were to unfold. Douma sat back and listened as the conversation played out.

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

Time seemed to stop. All noise ceased immediately and the three dreamers would find that they could not move, just observe as Souza began to fade away into a black mist. He had been forcibly ejected from the bubble for one reason or another and no longer could be sensed or seen as he faded from view. Time began to roll again and the black trooper waved and called out like he had done before. "Apprentice Vollbrecht! We're waiting! Double time!" It seemed that the bubble had rewritten the dream so that Amalia would take the role that Souza had previously held.

Once she and Douma arrived at the Prototype fighter, the trooper in black would address them again. "Troopers, you know Apprentice Vollbrecht and her assassin. If you don't want to get on the wrong side of the Grand Admiral, you'll shut up and listen. Do you have anything to say before we demonstrate the might of our new prototype?" The sleek black ship was impressive closer up to it. It was shaped much like a Separatist fighter of old combined with a Jedi Starfighter. It was slim, black, and had two forward facing cannons. Little else was known of this fighter, though the Dream rewriting had given Amalia the feeling like it would be able to somehow take her reiatsu and channel it into plasma blasts...

[Douma]

Douma watched with concern as Souza broke into specks of dust and faded from existence. Well, existence in this strange world at least. Souza was certainly still alive, but he was no longer in the dream that Douma and Amalia continued to interact with. No matter, the commander of the dream world had done Douma a favor by removing Souza. Whatever his reason was, he made things easier for the masked rogue. That pesky Kuchiki wouldn't bother him any longer.

"Apprentice Vollbrecht! We're waiting! Double time!" Interesting, so now Amalia was the apprentice. If she decided to answer the call, Douma would accompany the Vandenreich woman, staying just a step behind her. For the time being, it seemed that she was the object of interest in this dream. He'd just observe rather than get in her way. If she was playing the role of a Sith apprentice, Douma likely also has a character assigned to him too. "Troopers, you know Apprentice Vollbrecht and her assassin." Ah, so he was an assassin. Good, Douma wouldn't have to do any acting.

He studied the prototype fighters that the black storm trooper was referring to. It was sleeker than the fighters of the Empire and almost reminiscent of the Clone Wars space ships. But Douma was picking up a weird idea from the ship's cannons. They seemed to be telling him that they could channel reiatsu through them to create energy blasts, as though they were designed for the spiritual dream invaders. Then it was a good thing that Amalia was playing the apprentice. Her enormous reiatsu strength would make her the ideal candidate to pilot the fighter. If she chose to enter it, Douma'd see if he was also provided his own fighter and enter it as well. But if he was expected to instead act as Amalia's co-pilot, he'd following along too. The rogue would go with the flow. After all, there was a dreamer pulling the strings in the background, and that dreamer would soon bring him to the shards.