As members of the Inquisitorius Order were called forth from all stretches within the Shroud of the Brotherhood systems, various members received the highest honours you could get from the Voice and the Grand Master. Very talented members were declared Grand Inquisitors and Chief Inquisitors combined, with only them trusted with the most secretive missions and information known to the Brotherhood. On the tropical planet of Judecca, many members such as the Emperor Xen’Mordin, Kell Dante and Lucyeth are regarded as the most precious for Clan Scholae Palatinae’s best Inquisitors. Lexiconus Qor, a new incomer to the Clan and House Imperium, was recently given the title of Chief Inquisitor and ordered to come into the Clan’s Inquisitorius Library located deep under the Missing City.

With the hot mist and fog cloaking his shuttle and blurring his vision, Lexiconus first thought it a struggle to meet with his other partners inside the Inquisitorius Order. Feeling lost within the broken and crumbling walls of the city, the Quarren held his chances onto a single datapad describing the directions to take for the entrance of this hidden bunker. An old and small alcove in a resident building was all Lexic saw but on the side several markings of Aurebesh told him the entrance was here. A stone platform on the wall protruded out and Lexic considered this to be the activation key for the door, as he placed his hand on the stone and pressed it in. Suddenly, vibrations and bricks descended into the floor to reveal a darkened corridor and stairs, it seems the Quarren was right about this. As he stepped in and activated his flashlight from his bag, he was thankful for his own navigational skills learnt from many years in the wilderness. Lexic became excited at the prospect of one day exploring this planet by foot, trekking off into the lands where man and technology hasn’t touched yet. But first the Inquisitorius Order demanded his attention as he finally descended the stairs and into a grated catwalk above the production factory for arms and weaponry.

Another automatic door stood at the end of the walkway which was labelled also in Aurebesh, and one look at the datapad told Lexic he was heading in the right direction once more. As the Quarren stepped inside the automatic door to see a crafting desk with tools assembled on the walls, he gulped his dry throat and pondered why he was directed to this dead end. The room had four clean walls, apart from the shelving system that held the tools neatly on magnetic strips with the crafting table built into the floor stone. It appeared to the Quarren that the room was built around the table, and the workers just chiselled a table from the lump of stone there, but he questioned whether it really belong there. With the factory below active and making weaponry, Lexic wondered why no one was up here fixing weapons together or dismantling them, and then he clicked this is the true entrance for the Inquisitorius. Kneeling onto the floor and feeling around the base of the table, the Quarren felt a chilled wind coming from the base of the table, and them a shining red square caught Lexic’s eye from under the table. He pushed the square and the table slide across the floor to reveal a secondary staircase that was metallic and led into darkness. Wasting no time, the Warrior quickly stood and descended down the stairs into a dark corridor with an orange glow coming from the end. The table slowly slid back into place with a clink as Lexic was determined to reach this library even if he was lost to time down here. Then it finally dawned on Lexic as the walls ascended straight up into the mist above his head, filled with various holo tomes and books of old. Every shelf, every wall and every cabinet you could see filled with the binding knowledge of secrets and covert tactics.

Across the way from Lexic was Xen’Mordin who stood waiting hesitantly for the Quarren to approach, his mask in his hand and two books in another. Uncomfortable with the idea of keeping his Consul waiting, the Warrior rushed over and saluted with pride.

“Lexiconus Qor, Chief Inquisitor of the Inquisitorius Order reporting for duty, sir!” Xen smirked a little before losing his smile and planted the books into Lexic’s moist hand.

“At ease Lexiconus and welcome to the Inquisitorius. Now your first task is to get aquainted with what we do and how we do it, to do this you’ll need to study our ways and thoroughly understand them. I hope you enjoy reading, because we won’t be leaving until it’s done. Get to it!” Xen ordered his Aedile, who rushed off to a reading table to begin, he felt this was going to be a long night.

News spread fast across the systems of the Shroud about the disappearance of the Justicar and members far and wide discuss in hush whispers, and in secretive locations about their next plot against the Dark Council. Across the Cocytus System there are many members who seem to be acting more strangely than before, and on the Isle of Deacht on Judecca Lexiconus Qor saw this first hand. First landing on this calm and pristine island coated in jungles and thick bush, the Quarren could tell this was going to be a diluted version of the wilderness he could deal with. The transport shuttle hissed softly as it landed on the sandy shore next to the House Imperium citadel, and as the ramp unfolded a muscular Human with a murky blonde haircut awaited with a casual stand in his military fatigues. With a sharp smirk on his face, the middle-aged man noticed the Quarren walking down the ramp with his medical backpack and approach with a hand extended.

“Lexiconus Nosolar Qor, allow me to be the first to humbly welcome you to House Imperium. I am Kell Dante, Son of Palpatine and your Quaestor. If you’ll walk with me, we can begin to discuss your duties.” Dante said softly as they shook hands and walked across into the town of Deacht. Lexic smiled and nodded softly as he strapped his backpack firmly to his chest and reloaded the harpoon for his rifle.

“Here in the Isle of Deacht, we have a militaristic view on things such as management, diplomacy and justice as a whole. There’s been some questions as to why i’ve chosen another for this position but i’m sure in time, we will prove to them it was a justified choice.” As the duo finally reached the roads of the town, they were met with a squad of soldiers armed with rifles and full armour. The group saluted the both men before following them from behind, their protective eyes darting everywhere in vigil.

“As you can see, this is not normal protocol. We usually don’t like to arm ourselves in our own home but it’s come to this through push and shove. The Justicar and his office have gone without a trace, the Council has gone quiet with reasons why, and I can only speculate something bad has happened. We will not let the people know they’re actually gone, but at the same time they might find out and we need to protect our assets from the men and women who decide to act against the Clan and the Brotherhood. You will be this guardian for the House.” Dante lectured further as they reached the central point for this town, where the main House offices sat. The building itself looked futuristic, but the furniture resembled a tribal look with intricate patterns and natural materials. Once inside, the soldiers split up to protect the entrance and the side offices while three soldiers stayed behind the two Sith who marched further inside and to a conference room with a hologram centred on the main table.

“Sir, we will be outside on guard if and when you need us. Just say the word, this door will be locked at all times.” Private Adams said once the duo entered, and quickly shut the door behind. Dante smiled as he worked his fingers across the holo-keyboard on the table to show the topographical map of Judecca. Several locations were placed in red, while others had a white dot beeping slowly, as Dante marched back to face Lexic.

“Here you will see this is clearly Judecca, with Ohmen here and the missing city about 4 clicks south west between each other. All of our assets are the white dots, these are the place we will protect with every piece of force and machinery we can spare.” Dante then zoomed in on a red splat located near the Missing City and placed measurement lines for reference.

“This is the last known location of a band of Dark Jedi we called brothers who decided to act against the Clan and form their own unit. We will not give them mercy, but no deaths are needed as they still are our brothers. We will capture and subdue all we can, and chase them down if they decide to retreat further into the continents.” As Lexic slowly studied the maps and it’s position, Dante tapped the Quarren’s shoulder and looked at him with determination.

“Can you do this for me, Lexiconus?” Lexic looked at the Quaestor for a second to find his expression a calm and collective persona, something he could actually tolerate for once. He then took the Quaestor’s hand and shook it firmly, a smile growing on his own face.

“I will protect and serve this Clan to the best of my ability. No one will overthrow the Emperor while we deliver justice. No one can escape my tracking skills when i’m pursuing them.” Together as Quaestor and Aedile, the pair shared a confident smile before turning back to the hologram and studying it further.

A quif of the wind rustled against the polka-dot shorts that sported the strong, tiger-tinted thighs of Lexiconus as he clunked his hands against the warmth of his white coffee. His eyes darted down the southern hall, which seemed ghostly as the charcoal banners curled and glided across the marble floor. Still not a soul in sight to collect a warm drink on this frosty winter’s morning, as the dew of the fields close by crawled through the open windows. The Quarren was unsure of what to do here, as he regularly use to chat with Daedric about the current affairs of the battleteam. The Warrior turned on his blue knitted squid slippers and pulled up a leather-faux chair in the cantina, then sat near a circular glass table and proceeded to groggily search for brown sugar. He scooped up two sachets between his dry fingers and tapped them lightly against the ceramic of his favourite silver mug. As the thin paper bags of sugar crystals tapped the rim of his steaming mug, a small clink could be heard from somewhere afar, living as just an echo. At first the sound was just part of the ambience inside the citadel, new building with new machinery.

“It just needed warming up.” Lexic thought to himself, ripping the heads of the satchels and slowly pouring them in the concoction of stimulants. The pieces of sugar that disappeared into the fluids scratched and grinded against one another so clearly, and yet the same sound was heard into the ambience around Lexic. The very same grinding of something heavy, and the scratching against something afar, stuck inside his head. His cerulean eyes darted across the immediate area and assessed the dimly-lit and abandoned room, nothing out of the ordinary. Another shiver shot up his spine as his mentality was getting the better of him, he thought it was silly to think something was monitoring him in such a well-armed fortification. However considering the lack of Force-users in this normally bustling room, his conscience began to ponder on the possibility of invasion. Suddenly like a shock to his body, a cracking shot through the air from the southern corridor and caused the Quarren to spill his luke-warm coffee onto the table and his shorts. His wide and twitchy eyes darted down the hallway, trying to pierce through the wispy veil curling and rising like a dance of phantoms.

From inside this unnatural cloth from the morning, a pale complexion arose and limped down towards Lexic. It’s muddy and bony hands extended and clawed the air, as chains snaked and constricted it’s arms with padlocks. Coming further into clarity, the figure was covered from head to toe in a snow white cloth that was unnaturally spotted with rustic stains. It’s twig-like legs slowly moved as the feet of this spectral grazed against the tiles, the same chains twisted and locked into place by strange chests of unknown origin. A raspy and wheezy whisper echoed from under the cloth as the figure limped closer and into the dim lights of the cantina. Unarmed and unprepared, Lexic whom became stunned in paralysis did not move from his soaked chair, and dug his fingers into the fabric of his seat. The clinks of the chains, and the grinding of the boxes against the flooring became all too familiar now, as the phantom now limped directly in front of the petrified Quarren until it was in reach. As if from exhaustion the being fell into Lexic and snarled out in a grotesque and frothy manner, shoving it’s face directly against the shrieking expression of Lexic. Then a small titter arose from behind the sheet as it were slowly pulled upwards.

“It’s amazing was a bit of chicken blood onto an old cloth and some mechanical gear from the hangar can do. Right, Lexic?” Bentre Stahoes appeared from behind the rags and chuckled louder this time, as he sponged the spilt coffee from the chair, then stood and tapped the Warrior’s shoulder.

“C’mon sport, you’re late to our long scouting mission. We’re cleaning up the last of Chelidon’s men and I know you’d never miss that.” The Devil’s Shroud leader then left the cantina with a peach, Lexic still hanging with a shocked expression.

The darkness of night and the looming fog from the swamps nearby crept and slithered across the fields in front of the Great Haunted Mansion of Terror. The corpses of grass and trees littered the yard with broken pieces and a landscaped land forgotten to time. The high rising and rustic fences that blocked the land creaked while the fog blew through them, and evidence of a gate for the mansion was the only thing left. The building itself gave off an ancient and isolation feel, from the lack of lighting, the unkempt walls and no indication what this place is called. The porch in the front held a single rocking chair that was already in the process of rotting away, as leaves and twigs piled against it. A singular pair of boots and a metallic water bowl reminds us of a past life this luxurious place used to be. Lexiconus pushed the soft wood door aside and stepped into a rather small hallway with tiny family portraits and no aesthetic decorations remaining. From the corner of his eye, the Quarren saw some sort of shadow move past in the nearby parlour. He quickly turned his head and only spotted the heel of something big. Then he felt the cold hands against his neck and he sprang from the floor.

“Boo! Ha!” The voice behind him shockingly shouted as it giggled. Lexic quickly turned with a fist ready to find Bentre Stahoes behind him.

“Got you that time, Squid! C’mon let’s go ghost hunting. There’s definitely a ghoul in here.” Lexic nodded in response to Bentre.

“Agreed, I saw someone coming from the parlour and they ran away. If we can be quick, we can catch them!” Lexic replied and ran ahead of Bentre into the parlour, with the Human following with surprise of the Quarren’s haste.

They swung around the corner with swiftness and found themselves entering an old and dirty kitchen area, with broken shelves and windows, and the floor covered in leaf litter and mushrooms. A quick and bright flash of lightning crack through the broken window, which caused Lexic to quickly jump into Bentre’s arms.

“Gah!” Lexic clung to Bentre’s arms tightly as he looked around in fear. The Human just growled and dropped him onto the floor.

“Stop being a girl, Lexi and let’s pick up the pace!” Bentre was displeased and stepped over the shivering Quarren as he noticed a shroud disappearing into the garden shed. With determination on his mind, the Sith quickly flicked his lightsaber to life and rushed forward across the kitchen and smashed through the backdoor. Bentre tumbled across the sandy yard along with the shards from the door and grunted as a piece lodged itself into his leg. From behind him, Lexic slowly looked up to notice the spectacle and chuckled to himself. The Quarren got to his knees and grumbled under his breath about justice served, while picked some edible mushrooms from the kitchen and nibbling them. He crawled across the floor collecting mushrooms until he came across a broken cupboard with tin cans inside. Lexic saw some of them were rusted and no good for eating, but as he fiddled with the heavy cans of mold and worked his hands into the back, a shining label caught his eye. One of a chocolate base with yellow custard topping and orange slices on the top, Lexic felt his stomach rumble as he dreamed of the chocolate.

“Cake!” The Warrior shouted as he grabbed the tin, then used a scalpel from his bag and quickly opened the tin, digging into the cake with his tentacles in joy.

“Lexic! Get your butt over here!” Bentre shouted from the garden impatiently. The Quarren dropped his tin and quickly rushed over from the floor, his eyes glancing over the deep wound caused by the door shrapnel. With a sigh, he knelt near Bentre’s leg and began to yank the pieces out of the Knight’s bleeding leg.

“You have got to be more careful, rushing through locked doors like that can be very lethal. Glass cutting your veins, infected wood poisoning you, even parasites could wriggle their way into those valuable legs. Although I could borrow them from you.” Lexic gave a chuckle as he pictured modelling Bentre’s amputated legs in modelling and the catwalk. Then from the shed a giant beast burst through and limped over to the duo roaring and spitting in pure anger. The Quarren let out a very high pitched scream, similar to that of a girl who met her favourite celebrity. Bentre saw the beast and let out his own wilhelm shriek as he clung to Lexic and shakingly aimed his lightsaber. Then a hysterical laughter came from within the covers.

“You should of seen your face, it was so funny!” The voice was familiar to Bentre and as the cover was pulled away to reveal Tasha, the blue Twi’lek who played a jester on multiple occasions. Rage slowly began to fill the expression of Bentre as he felt a need for revenge.

“Oh you are going down Twi’lek!” Bentre roared out as he tackled the female to the ground and tried to wrestle her into restraint.

Manually added by Knight Bentre Stahoes

Manually added by Seer Locke Sonjie

Manually added by Seer Locke Sonjie

Dentavii Prime,
Orian System,
39 ABY

Stalking the darkness of the cold space, Lexiconus Aurelius monitored the spinning fragments of rock and ice while on sentry for the Oracle’s Apprentice. His mint eyes fixed on the horizon in dedication, as he knew that the threat of the enemy coming was a reality to face. From the visuals of his binoculars, Lexic noticed a slither of sapphire light which streaked across the nearby sky and dropped down towards the surface of Dentavii prime. The screeching from the object felt chilling down his spine, as it pierced his ears like a sniper shot. Instigated by the orders given to him from the Stone Dragon, Lexiconus was forced to climb down off his boulder perch and investigate the crash site. The Zelosian couldn’t help but wonder what caused the object to fall from the sky, whether by a silent shooting or power faults. He descended from the sandy rock face and landed softly onto the ground, securing the breathing apparatus onto his face and jogged briskly towards the landing site and towards his goal of the crashed object. With his lightsaber in hand, he often didn’t rely on this machination of ancient religions, but it did the job of murder and terror. Lexiconus crossed the barren and silent field of cold stone, sandy dunes and ice, and came across a small and flat landing area.

Once he approached the area, the Zelosian’s visor scanned around and he saw the grey metallic hull of a shuttle cooling, with wisps of steam rolling from the rear end and wings. Lexic descended into the flat landing area and kept his lightsaber tightly in grip, he did not trust the prospect of civilians trapped in this war zone, nor the idea of convicts let loose who might be Force-Sensitive. With careful footsteps, the Sith finally reached the landing platform and peered around at the shuttle front window. There didn’t seem to be much activity coming from the shuttle’s hull apart from the steam and several red lights, but Lexic felt something was amiss from the activity inside. The Zelosian found the ramp to be ajar slightly, with a showering of amber sparks coming from inside out, this didn’t bode well and he ignited his emerald blade quickly. Peeking inside, Lexic saw that the hydraulic arm was broken and didn’t extend as much as it needed, so he carefully reached inside with his lightsaber and sliced the metal clean. The heated fluids of the arm sprayed across his arm and burnt his olive skin harshly, as the Zelosian let out a roar as he dropped his lightsaber and tumbled back before the ramp crushed him. He placed his palm on the first degree burns and tried his best to heal the scarred tissue, but then the occupants of the vessel began to slowly show themselves. Their golden eyes shined from the shadows as they hissed menacingly at Lexiconus, their orange jumpsuits slowly coming into the light as they stepped down.

With no real effort from himself, the Sith’s arm was healed and he stood from the grainy sands of the asteroid, glaring at the group who he now knew were Trandoshans.

“Let us go and we will pay you handsomely once we have found our people.” A quite large Trandoshan hissed from his sewer green lips, his forked green flickering at the end. Lexiconus reached out for his lightsaber from the ramp and quickly snatched it in the air, igniting the emerald blade as quick as he could. This wasn’t the weapon he would rely on, but it’ll do to cut flesh. Almost on instinct, the large reptilian launched himself at the Sith with his claws bared, but underestimated the training of Lexic’s blade as the Zelosian aggressively lopped the Trandoshan’s head clean off. In his fuelled anger, Lexic reached out once more and lifted two of the convicts into the air, restricting their necks with great pressure. Chords began to flick and snap as his grip tightened with the Force aiding his raw emotion.

“You have nothing I want! You will die!” Lexic grinned as he spoke to them, a smaller Trandoshan behind the two flying convicts cowered and began to make a run for an exit. The Zelosian predicted this would occur and he quickly dropped the brown Trandoshan, then twisted his wrist and snapped the neck of the remaining convict in his grip. The Sith carefully retracted his arm back and flung the corpse at the running convict, he was caught by the sheer weight and trapped on the ground, his leg twisted the wrong way underneath his ally’s body. Panting and wheezing for breath, the remaining Trandoshan slowly looked up into the eyes of the Sith and snarled in disgust. All Lexic did was smile and lunged his emerald blade into the cranium of the convict. The Zelosian yanked his lightsaber from the brain matter and marched towards the final prisoner who despite the broken limb, continued to stand and limp his way from the menacing torture of the Sith. Lexiconus pulled his arm back and concentrated on the range of his target, who he calculated to slam a fist into his kidney, then launched his arm. The Force carried out his task and delivered an aggressive cross punch to the side of the convict, who whimpered and collapsed in pain. Lexic quickly caught up to the orange prisoner and chuckled as he deactivated his lightsaber and slid it back into his waistcloth.

“You should be afraid of me, as I represent the power of the Dark Side, and you are only a pawn to play. Now it is time to suffer.” The Sith gave the Trandoshan a cold smirk as he slowly aimed his hands at him and delivered strong pulses of shocking energy directly to his face and chest. Lexiconus blasted out laughter as he angrily snarled and directed the Dark Side energy of cerulean arcs into the cooking skin of the convict. The victim of the lightning torture jolted and screamed out in agony, clawing at the rocks which caused his fingers to bleed. Then the Trandoshan’s back arched up as his facial expressions tensed violently, and he ceased to be under the electric manifestations. The Sith ceased his lightning attack and looked at his charred fingers in disbelief, he didn’t realise the power of the Dark Side can be so direct on others until now.

“I will develop this power for the joy of myself, and then this war will be in the Apprentice’s favour. I swear on this day, the Clan leaders will learn through discipline to fear me!” Lexic chuckled to himself, and returned to the shuttle. He felt this experience brought his closer to the Dark Side, but took a toll on his strength as he felt his body become weak again. Lexic held his hands to his chest as he tried to breath properly and limped to the shuttle. Inside, he took a moment to sit at the rear bench and relax for a second, the shuttle and scenario here can be reported later. He needed to rest, and to revise what had happened here, Lexic slowly closed his eyes and fell into a slumber.

Ruined Temple,
Dentavii Prime,
Orian System,
39 ABY

A soft humming filled the air and gracefully whispered into the ears of Vexatus’ followers while they worked away heavily on the ruins of the ancient temple. The legendary Darth Vexatus who had his slender green hands run over the fine intrications of the walls, while Xia Long the resident Matriarch of the Long Family sat and meditated next to him. She communicated with the dead that once resided here, their memories, their actions and reactions, all recorded within these walls. Jeric Cyrin was nowhere to be seen, but that was the place he truly belonged. Always on the edges of your sight, vastly out of range yet constantly monitoring you like a predatory cat, this was Jeric’s place in the company of Vexatus. Both Maelous and Jen were almost a single entity, analysing and observing various pieces of stone that Vexatus ordered them to process and place appropriately. The two worked seamlessly together, as the Force bonded them in more than just emotions. Then there was Lexiconus who sat at the folded out desk in a tent at the rear, his body always in the light of this desk. He was quite useless without something as simple as a torch, but the Zelosian worked his best on the console in order to analyse the new information. He wasn’t just a medical man, and this wasn’t some ordinary rebellion. His eyes were diverted to a small box that kept flashing before him, as if to warn him it was there to read. Lexiconus expanded the box and found something that destroyed his peace; an escape plan.

Shuttle is ready for take-off. Supplies are packed. Co-ordinates are locked in. Join us at the Turmoil promptly. Bring Jade with you.

It must be Maelous, Lexic couldn’t think of anyone else who would value Jade just as much as the Sith Aedile. He frowned and growled at the terminal in detest, the strength of this team was about to be destroyed by two foolish cowards. His eyes slowly rolled over to view the pair outside of the lit tent, where he glared coldly at their backs. Lexiconus wasn’t going to let the integrity of this team falter, and he certainly wasn’t going to let anyone leave with vital supplies and sensitive information of the team. The Zelosian shot from the chair and slipped his night-vision goggles on, then stormed out of the tent and towards the bonded duo. With a venom on his expression, Lexic shoved against the Aedile which forced him into the table slightly. Maelous quickly turned and growled with fury as he gripped the Zelosian’s weak arm, then took him to one side.

“You’re planning to leave with all of our stuff!? All of the stock we need to keep this place running and you’re serious about this!?” Lexic whispered to the Sith, who instantly knew what this was about and dragged the Zelosian further out of the temple and towards the designated shuttle. From there, he shoved Lexic onto the ramp and he collapsed harshly onto the metal, grunting in pain.

“Yes, we’re leaving because this group are not going to survive the onslaught that is the Clan’s Warhost! It’s completely stupid to stay and fight this out, we’ll surely die by either Cethgus’ hand or Muz’s!” Maelous looked at Jade who knew exactly what was going on and rushed back to the table in order to continue Vexatus’ orders. Like nothing happened.

Maelous slowly turned back to Lexiconus who was trying to heal the bruising on his arm and leg, feeling instantly better as he stood to face Maelous. Lexic shook his head and sighed, he knew the plan was solid but this broke the philosophy that this team stood for. The freedom to study the unknown, the wide and unexplained studies this star of Ombus gave to the Clan. The wealth of knowledge from these abandoned temples were invaluable to the entire Clan and the future generations, which was exactly why Lexiconus needed to get them to Locke. Like a light turned on in Lexic’s mind, he quickly rushed back to the tent. Inside, he grabbed his own personal items, along with the notes from the ritual that Vexatus wrote himself and started sending all the information from the console onto an open datapad. With any luck, Locke would see reason to keep this ritual details and the scholars would study them. Lexiconus slowly turned back to exit the tent and saw something that could only be described as betrayal; the shuttle of Maelous and Jade took off into the skies whilst Shi Long and Vexatus used their abilities to halt the shuttle. The Zelosian thought himself being labelled as the scapegoat, but needed something to back himself up. He placed his stuff back where they belong, with Vexatus’ notes and only took the datapad to his leaders. With any luck they’ll believe him more than Maelous. Lexiconus rushed out and ran at Shi Long, who eagerly awaited his new study with a saddened expression. The Krath Adherent handed the datapad to Shi who studied it over and nodded in disgust.

“They were stealing from our notes I see, they were always traitors to the cause. Something that is unacceptable when our mission is resolved. Good job, Warrior.” The Dragon patted Lexic’s shoulder as he slowly turned back around and walked into the temple.

Disaster slightly averted, Lexic. At least for you.