Restoring the Natural Order

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Restoring the Natural Order Jan 6, 2016 19:17:56 GMT -8 Nicademus Delvardus IV, Darth Belial, and 2 more like this

Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Jan 6, 2016 19:17:56 GMT -8

Restoring the Natural Order

Principal Authors: Aerandir Calmcacil , Soku Ren , Harnan Ren , Illaria Ren , Sohei Ren , Nicademus Delvardus IV , Nanda Panaka
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Location: Deralia

Timeframe: Just after the Knights of Ren have revealed themselves to the galaxy, and plotted to assault the world of Deralia.

*Deralia. An oceanic world, birthplace of the ancient Dark Lord of the Sith, Revan.

Or believed to be. None knew for certain, but it was the homeworld given to Revan upon his capture and "reprogramming" by the old Jedi Order.

It otherwise has no real significance in galactic history. Its only true footnote is its status as the homeworld of prominent Jedi Master Aerandir Calmcacil, and also the site of a Jedi Temple he helped found and lead many years ago, before his departure deeper into the galaxy. The Temple still stands, housing a modest attendance of students and staff. The stone ziggurat was, outwardly, directly modeled after the Jedi Temple on Yavin IV, albeit smaller, and the interior sported some layout variations alongside more modern design.

The Jedi of Deralia owe much of their philosophy to a woman named Margaret Dawson. She had seen the tenets of the old Jedi Order as far too detached and emotionless, and had so denounced them. She instead believed that, while Jedi should guard against negative emotion, they should be allowed to experience life as all living things did; for if they did not understand what they were trying to protect, how would they understand why they needed to protect it?

For many years, the Jedi of the planet, working alongside its military, waged war with an Imperial organization led by a Sith who fancied himself the reincarnation of Darth Sidious, with a handful of Sith-trained henchman made to emulate students of Sidious. They were rebuffed time and time again, until the Sith turned towards Belkadan, where Calmcacil then called home, and were finally utterly defeated there, ultimately bringing peace back to the world of Deralia.

The Temple is governed by its own Council, with the role of Head Councilor assigned to its designated leader, and Senior Councilor to the second-in-command. The role of Head Councilor was briefly held by Bruce Terry, Aerandir Calmcacil's Master, but was eventually deferred to the latter, while the former settled into the role of Senior Councilor. When Terry disappeared for some time, the role of Senior Councilor briefly fell to a man named Jacob Forman, whose views were at odds with the Temple's. Forman was of an old-fashioned mindset, more concerned with the letter of the law rather than the spirit. As such, he was eventually removed from the Council by Calmcacil due to his lack of empathy. The role would return to Terry, who had returned some time prior but had declined to reclaim his position until after the incident; Forman himself would eventually disappear from the Temple.

After Calmcacil's departure, Terry would once more become Head Councilor, the Senior Councilor role being given to Joey Dionne. Dionne was a headstrong, wisecracking Jedi who once fancied himself a friendly rival to Calmcacil, attempting to match him in combat, piloting, and even teaching capabilities, taking on a Padawan, Damian Frisch, at around the same time as Calmcacil. He eventually abandoned this silly rivalry notion, particularly when it almost caused trouble during the Imperial battles.

Eventually, Terry as well would depart for the larger galaxy, seeking Calmcacil on Belkadan, though the latter had by now relocated to the jungle world of Felucia. Terry became the steward of Belkadan's Safe Haven, and the role of Head Councilor fell to Dionne, with Senior Councilor being taken over by a woman named Artura. Dionne admittedly was unsure of himself as a leader, but with Artura by his side and helping guide him, he quickly took to his role as Head Councilor of the Jedi Temple of Deralia...*

"You're joking, right?" *Joey deadpanned, pacing back and forth in the council chambers before the holographic image of Bruce Terry, Artura and Damian standing behind Joey.*

"If only I was," *Bruce replied sullenly.* "Aerandir's convinced, and I don't think there's any room to doubt him on this; his face may be mostly concealed, but that is no doubt Jacob's voice."

*Joey grumbled as he continued to pace, then loudly muttered,* "Guy's all gung-ho about following the rules then goes off to be a Sith, what a hypocrite."

"Not a Sith. Something... new," *Bruce corrected, though seemed unsure of what that "something new" was.

It was met by a scoff from Joey, who ceased pacing and faced Bruce's hologram, wildly gesticulating with his hands.* "Uses the dark side, changes his name, same Sith, different day!"

"Peace, Master Dionne," *Artura spoke. She was a tall, thin, fair-haired and fair-skinned woman, with piercing near-white eyes. She was always the calmest and most polite member of the Council, all but exuding an aura of peace, and many had attributed her presence as the reason Council meetings went so smoothly.

And probably the reason it took so long before they lost patience with Forman.

Joey grit his teeth, then sighed and relaxed his arms, not realizing just how much he had tensed up.* "You're right. But either way, he's serving the dark side, probably got friends, and working with this new Empire-wannabe thing. How soon before they're breathing down our necks, huh?"

*The hologram released a crackling sigh of its own.* "Come to Belkadan. There is enough room for all of you here. You are vulnerable there."

"Maybe taking the bulk of the navy wasn't such a grand idea," *Joey mumbled, in reference to how the fleet of Deralia had mostly followed Aerandir on his grand adventures.*

"We should go," *Damian piped up.* "It would be safer there."

*Joey turned to regard his apprentice, almost eighteen now. Had it really been nearly ten years since he'd taken the boy as a Padawan? Joey wasn't usually sentimental, but seeing the young man standing before him, the strong face, the hardened green eyes... It was a stark contrast to the young, eager boy Joey had brought into the Temple.*

"Right," *Joey agreed at last. He turned back toward Bruce, cracking a weak smile.* "Make some room for us. We'll try not to make a mess of the place."

*Bruce allowed himself a small smile before bowing to his fellow Jedi.* "It will be done. Please do make haste. Now more than ever we need to stick together."

*The three Jedi in the council chambers returned the bow before the hologram flickered and vanished. There was silence for a moment, before it was broken by a perturbed Joey.* "That prick's gonna get a faceful of my fist if I see 'im."

"Master Dionne, please, don't give into your hatred," *Artura warned with a hint of plea.

Joey turned toward her, spreading his arms defensively.* "I'm not! I'm giving into the need for justice! He's got it coming!"

"Master," *Damian added, approaching him, trying to hide his amusement,* "I believe we need to begin the evacuation?"

*Joey closed his eyes and shook his head, as though snapping out of something, then waved a finger to indicate Damian was correct.* "Right, right, let's get on that."

*As he and Damian departed together to begin preparations for relocation, Artura remained behind, looking towards the sky through a window in the room, her expression solemn.* "I don't have a good feeling," *she whispered to herself, before at last turning to follow the Master and Padawan's trail.*

~*~

*Maggy Dawson, twelve years old, granddaughter of the famed Jedi Margaret Dawson. And no one had ever let her forget it. Her lineage had even been a large contributor to the Jedi's interest in her, ever since she had been discovered at the age of five. Apparently her grandmother had left some sort of "legacy," and Maggy was part of that legacy. And yet she had lived in an average home the first few years of her life, untrained, knowing very little of the Jedi at all. And her father had never exactly seemed enthused by them either...

But she'd been made a Jedi student after all, something her parents had met with mixed response. Maggy wasn't entirely sure why; Jedi were capable of so many amazing feats. She'd been rescued by Jedi twice in her life! But her father had also implied the idea that the second time she needed rescuing was the Jedi's fault to begin with, along with the war waged over the planet.

Every day, she'd faced conflicting viewpoints. At home, her mother wanted nothing to do with her Jedi life, and her father tried to be supportive but was ultimately unable to be. At the Temple, she almost couldn't go through a day without one of her peers mentioning her lineage. She could tell that it was often meant mockingly, but she took it as positive reinforcement; apart from the Masters, she wasn't getting it anywhere else.

She was fortunate enough as well to have a close friend her age, a redheaded Hapan girl named Shari Zel, whom she shared quarters with. Shari seemed to actually care about Maggy as a person, and not focus on her supposed "legacy" whatsoever. Maggy was very grateful for her and spent much of her time with the girl.

In fact, they had been in their quarters together when they'd heard the call to the auditorium. They departed together, and there was almost an ominous air in the very halls of the Temple, nearly palpable. Masters Dionne and Artura stood on stage, waiting for all staff, faculty, and students to arrive. Tom Mark, the head instructor and caretaker of the younglings, stood at the door, taking impromptu attendance of all present. Eventually, he gave the thumbs up to the stage, and Master Dionne nodded, stepping forward to address the crowds.*

"So uh, bad news," *he began, his manner of speaking far less formal than the previous Head Councilors.* "Not that I wanna freak you all out, but one of our former Masters has turned to the dark side. We don't know how or why, but we've decided that it's probably a good idea to skip out of here and take refuge on Belkadan."

*A murmur swept throughout the crowd at the mention of a fallen Master, then again in higher volume when relocation was brought up. Maggy's own eyes widened; relocate?! Why?! Did this mean she had to leave her family behind as well?*

"Be at peace," *Master Artura spoke, raising her arms, extending a calming aura throughout the crowd.*

"If you've got families here," *Master Dionne continued,* "we're gonna find out if they want you leaving with us or staying here."

*Well, that answered that. But her parents probably wouldn't let her go! She didn't want to leave them behind, but neither did she want to be separated from the Jedi! Especially if a Sith might be coming here... She'd been their target more times than she desired already!*

"All I can say is that you should start packing," *Master Dionne concluded.* "We'll be contacting your families immediately, preparing every ship we have. Just stay calm. The Force is with us."

*And yet, Maggy couldn't help feel something foreboding in the back of her mind. Was it just her fear of her parents' reaction to this? Or was it something darker... ?*

"This is crazy," *Shari declared as she surprisingly-calmly folded clothes to stuff into a duffel bag.* "We didn't run away in the past, so why are we now?"

*Maggy blew a stray strand of blond hair away from her face as she too loaded some effects into her bag. She almost agreed with Shari, but then paused before shaking her head.* "We had more people. More Masters. Now most of them are gone."

*Her thoughts went to Aerandir Calmcacil, the Jedi who'd saved her from a random act of violence, the man who'd first believed in her potential and practically begged her family to let her be trained as a Jedi. He was the first Jedi she knew, and so he'd left an impression on her. He'd even personally defended her and her family.

Then one day he simply departed for the stars, along with his family and a handful of other Jedi from the Temple, mainly his close friends. He had been fond of her supposed "legacy," sure, but he also treated her like a real person. She was even more grateful for Shari's company; she might have felt even lonelier without her.*

"I guess you're right," *Shari admitted with a sigh.* "If they were still here, we wouldn't run!"

"Yeah..." *Maggy agreed absentmindedly. Her thoughts had now turned to why the Jedi had left, seemingly vanished. They hadn't remained gone, for they had made visits to their home, but those visits had been rare and hadn't lasted for long. It was almost like they had abandoned their old home...*

"Hey, snap out of it!" *Shari's words and hand on her shoulder roused Maggy from her thoughts, and she shook her head.*

"S-Sorry," *she stammered.

Concern and encouragement were written on Shari's face as she smiled and replied,* "Don't worry about it. Whatever's wrong, we'll get through it okay."

*Maggy hesitated for a moment before wrapping her arms around her friend. Shari returned the embrace, holding her close for a few moments, before she stammered and separated from her.* "We shouldn't waste any time," *she commented, returning to her packing and seemingly trying to hide her face.

Maggy managed a small smile as she too returned to gathering up her things. Shari was right; they would get out of this just fine...*

Last Edit: Feb 20, 2016 23:39:28 GMT -8 by Aerandir Calmcacil

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Restoring the Natural Order Jan 7, 2016 17:57:32 GMT -8

Post by Illaria Ren on Jan 7, 2016 17:57:32 GMT -8

A retrofitted relic of a starship effortlessly glides through hyperspace upon resplendent wings of justice. Stars zip by at the port and starboard sides of the ship, an X-70B Phantom-class prototype, as it carved through space like a proton torpedo. The Conquest was a prototype covert operations craft that dated all the way back to the Old Republic Era. However, this particular craft had been updated and refitted with the newest and best technology that money could buy. It had been gifted to Illaria personally from the Supreme Commander of the First Order. Such a lavish gift demanded an extravagant show of thanks, which the Shapeshifter planned on surprising Nicademus with upon the triumphant return of the Knights of Ren once they had brought order to Deralia.

A low groan of ecstasy echoed within the confines of the master quarters on the spacecraft, reverberating off walls that had been specially lined with soundproofed materials. Of course, the soundproofing was not intended for this purpose, but more due to the classified nature of the goings on that took place aboard the Conquest. Nevertheless, the soundproofing served its dual-purpose. The furnishings were elaborate, so dark in colour that they matched the starless voids that the Phantom was currently navigating. Here and there, however, a brief shine of electrum peeked out in the form of accents on the various crash couches and tables that littered the room as well as the headboard of the bed. There was a trail of clothes that led from the door to the large luscious bed located on the far wall, most tattered and appearing as if they would never be wearable again. Heavy breathing and the occasional grunt were all that resounded within the room before, this time; a higher pitched moan resonated all throughout the ship.

“That is crazy….how does she even bend like that?!” Illaria muttered under her breath as she sat flush against the pile of pillows she and Harnan had stacked along the headboard of her bed. Sitting with her back to the headboard, the Shapeshifter was curled up with a bowl of bang-corn in her lap. She looked over at her best friend out of the corner of her eye before turning her head slightly to regard him with a suggestive grin. “I bet you know.” She said gleefully before popping a piece of bang-corn in her mouth and turning back to the holoprogramme they were currently watching together.

Illaria and Harnan had one of the more peculiar relationships amongst all the Knights of Ren. She had been the one to rescue him from his eternal slumber and since that moment, he had not left her side for even the slightest reason. While they were not involved, per say, they had proven to be nigh inseparable. He watched out for her like an older brother and she spoiled him rotten, whenever given the chance. They were the best of friends; each at ease with one another despite the fact Illaria knew he wanted more. He always wanted more and she knew if she gave him the opportunity, he would destroy her in the most beautiful way possible.

For now though, she was content with this game they played. This game that continued even now as she looked down at the time blinking on her chrono. Heaving a sigh, Illaria shoved the bowl of bang-corn into Harnan’s lap before getting up and stalking over to the refresher. Her hips swayed in time with the tune in her head, a rhythm only she could hear as the cords of the Force were plucked in time. The melody woven by the currents that drifted around every living being in this galaxy sung to her a song most beautiful.

“Sleepover?” The Shapeshifter suddenly quipped as she poked her head out the door before disappearing back into the depths of the wet room. She did not even wait for Harnan’s response. There was no need to; of course, he would want to spend the night in her bed. This time when she reappeared, she was humming to herself as she twirled around her room and finally discarded the last piece of clothing that covered her modesty. The shirt coiled up and almost was caught around her head, effectively blinding her for a moment. Finally, she twisted to get out of it before unceremoniously dropping it atop the ever-growing pile that littered the room. It was one of Harnan’s old shirts and was more like a dress on her small figure. Now completely nude, she did not even pay Harnan a second glance.

Acting casually as if this were completely normal (and it was for her), she sauntered over to the vidscreen and switched off the filthy holoprogramme. “Six hours before we enter the Deralia system. I need some shuteye.” The Shapeshifter announced with a previously unnoticed exhaustion tainting her voice as she slid beneath the silken black sheets of her bed, letting out a sigh of contentment.

2 hours later…

PEW! …… PEW!......PEW!......PEW!

The ringtone on Illaria’s holocom began incessantly chiming. Between each “pew”, Harnan groaned and reached out blindly to swat at Illaria’s sleeping form. The Shapeshifter continued snoring away, peacefully resting on her stomach, hand hanging over the side of the bed. She did not even stir as her holocom continuously vibrated around and chimed on the nightstand next to her. Finally, with a groan of displeasure, Harnan extracted himself from his slumber and reached over the lump that was his bedmate to grab the small handheld holocom. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he dumped the circular object right on Illaria’s head.

Letting out a moan, Illaria blindly swatted at an imagined enemy hovering above her head. “Just five more minutes….you oaf…then I’ll get up…I promise..” Her eyes remained closed as she groaned again upon the holocom chiming directly in her ear. A second time. A third. Finally, she turned over and sat up suddenly, her hair askew on her head and falling in her eyes. Licking her lips, she looked around for the source of the annoyance that had awoken her. Harnan was sitting with his back to the headboard and arms crossed over his chest as he waited for her to pick up the call already. He flashes her a look of irritation and points at her lap as she looks at him questioningly. The silken sheet that had been concealing her form slipped from her shoulders to pool in her lap as she depressed the button to answer the holocall. “Bongo’s escort service. Bucket heads and dirt generals. Coots and codgers. We service them all. What the frak do you want at this flaming time of night?!” Illaria grumbled before even checking to see who was even calling her. Of course, she would answer the holocom in the nude, which would clearly be visible to whoever was on the other end of the call. “Oh…” Was all she could say when she realized who was calling.

Last Edit: Jan 7, 2016 19:10:30 GMT -8 by Illaria Ren

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Restoring the Natural Order Jan 7, 2016 22:09:38 GMT -8

Post by Soku Ren on Jan 7, 2016 22:09:38 GMT -8

*Soku Ren could hardly sit still throughout the entire journey towards his old home. The anticipation had grown stronger every second as he paced within his cabin on the Dreadnaught-class cruiser, Law, which he had made his own personal vessel. He had to calm himself, but the mere suggestion that Deralia would be freed of its corrupting influence and brought order at last filled him with glee.

And anger. Anger that the world had been under the thumb of the Jedi for too long, that it had taken him this long to gather the necessary tools in order to remove the tumor.

Meditations would do nothing for him. It was best he walk off some of his pent-up energy; he wanted to have clarity for the coming purge. Just focus on the coming mission, the liberation of Deralia, and bringing about a new era of peace. Thoughts of this future filled him with ecstasy; it was scintillating, enticing, filling him with far better feelings than he had previously felt. He ceased his pacing and closed his eyes, drawing it in and sighing.* "Soon, my gem," *he spoke almost lovingly, eyes still closed,* "you will be able to truly shine."

*Hours passed. Tension had slowly crept back into his joints. His momentary euphoria had given way to grumbling. If there was one thing the Jedi taught well, it was the virtue of patience. But this was a goal so noble that Soku had very little patience; who would, considering what was at stake? He wished to carry out his lifelong goal as soon as he possibly could, but he knew he could not sacrifice steps to attain that goal. All the pieces had to be in place before they could come together properly.

He might as well brief his comrades who were taking the first steps in their plan; Soku greatly envied them. He took up his own holocom, attempting to establish contact with Illaria. There was a bit of a delay before it was answered, and he was greeted with a sight he should have been shocked at, but was not: Illaria bore not a stitch of clothing upon her. Her expression indicated a hint of tiredness, and her sarcastic greeting made it clear she wasn't aware of who was calling her. The realization in both her face and words almost gave Soku a chuckle, but his expression remained firm, a touch impatient.*

"Am I interrupting something?" *he asked calmly, only a mite irritated, but not at her.* "Or should I proceed with the briefing?"

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Restoring the Natural Order Jan 7, 2016 23:10:02 GMT -8

Post by Harnan Ren on Jan 7, 2016 23:10:02 GMT -8

As soon as the holo image of Soku appeared on Illaria's holocom, which he seemed to somehow take notice of whilst staring at Illaria's perfectly sculpted naked form, Harnan woke up a little more, knowing that he would need to focus on this briefing. He then grabbed Illaria around the waist and pulled her over onto his lap, with her offering no resistance as he positioned her such that he would appear just over her shoulder on the holo display. His firm muscles taut against the touch of her supple skin as she settled in against him and his arms crossed over her chest in a hug, offering some small degree of modesty. He then rested his chin against her shoulder as he looked down at the image of their brother as Soku questioned them
Only our sleep Soku, but we're up now, so do go on...
Although much of the information he was about to give them was outdated by now, which was one of the reasons he and Illaria were going in first, it would be a good starting point for them to know what to expect from the Jedi of Deralia. Though, it would be all for naught, since there was nothing that could stand up to the combined might of Harnan and Illaria. He still looked forward to crushing the Jedi all the same, and seeing the look in their eyes when they realized they were outmatched, before the life was snatched from them

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Restoring the Natural Order Jan 7, 2016 23:50:09 GMT -8

Post by Soku Ren on Jan 7, 2016 23:50:09 GMT -8

*And there was Harnan, sharing a similar state of dress with Illaria, appearing behind her shoulder. In a way, Soku almost envied their idea to be so seemingly loose just before an important mission; in any other context, he might have been upset with their potential current conduct, but they both produced results, so their activities drew no ire from him.

They were among his only true comrades, regardless.*

"Very well, then," *Soku began, straightening his posture, clearing his throat gently.* "The Temple is located in its own secluded area, secluded away from the rest of the civilized world. The Temple itself bears a resemblance to the Great Massassi Temple of Yavin Four, though only outwardly, and smaller in scale." *As he spoke of the Temple, his visage was replaced with a holographic image of the establishment and its surrounding forested area.

After a brief pause, his own image returned.* "Before I left, it was a moderate-sized body, consisting of about one hundred staff and students total. The number of Masters is few, and many were granted that title out of necessity. Myself included, admittedly." *He briefly bowed his head, as though ashamed of that fact, then lifted it again. New determination shone in his eyes, as though he would atone for that little error as well. His image was replaced once more, this time by a clean-shaven man, perhaps middle-aged.* "The most dangerous Jedi and only worthy Master would be a man named Bruce Terry, who I'm certain is Head of the Temple and its Council for the time being." *There seemed to be only the slightest hint of respect in Soku's voice; while not a perfect role model, Master Terry had been the most stable of the Jedi during his time spent there.

Moving past that, he appeared in the hologram once more as he continued,* "As for their defenses, much of that was allied military, though that number was greatly reduced when many of them departed with Aerandir, and may yet be smaller still. Standard troops, a handful of AT-TE tanks... five or six. These are the numbers I last remember. There are, of course, Jedi guards, equivalent to Jedi Knight status... barely. As for outer defenses, there are six heavy turrets lining the outer walls. You can't miss them."

*He seemed to hesitate for a moment before speaking again.* "I do have a request, assuming Master Terry is still present. Should you face him in battle before I do, subdue him, but do not kill him; I would have words with him myself. Do not worry about preserving him... just keep him alive long enough for me to reach him.

"And there is another." *A final image temporarily replaced Soku's, that of a very young girl with long, light hair.* "I apologize for this quite dated image, she must be a teenager or nearly by now, but if you see this girl, I want her alive. Her grandmother was an important figurehead to the Jedi of Deralia; to have her in our custody—or, perhaps better yet, turned—would deal a morale blow to Aerandir and his cohorts." *There was a pause, then a sigh, followed by an admission,* "But do not jeopardize the overall mission just to capture her. If she cannot be taken captive, then she will be killed."

*When Soku's visage returned, he was smirking, a fire in his eyes.* "I have already transmitted the Temple's coordinates and relevant files to you. Are there any other questions?"

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Restoring the Natural Order Jan 9, 2016 19:00:19 GMT -8

Post by Illaria Ren on Jan 9, 2016 19:00:19 GMT -8

Well, then. No one would ever believe that Illaria and Harnan were not sleeping together at this point. Much less the fact that she was a 300-something year old virgin. While she certainly had the drive, something always managed to distract her. Besides, Harnan had been friend-zoned quite some time ago and in her eyes, that was something that would likely never change. Stranger things had happened, though.

Was he interrupting something? Was Soku dense? Yes, yes, he was, Illaria decided. Nevertheless, he had always been clueless when it came to things of a more carnal nature. Knowing Soku, he was more likely to stick his goldenrod into a rulebook. Though, she had heard rumours that he was a eunuch, so that meant no goldenrod or jiffies. Maybe he would just read the rulebook under mood lighting instead. But, was he interrupting something? No, really. She was only sitting here without a stitch of clothing covering her lithe figure, carrying on a conversation as if nothing were amiss. On any other day, she might have been inclined to provide a sarcastic response to his clearly daft question, detailing all of the things she and Harnan had opted not to do. In graphic detail, of course.

However, she had certainly not been expecting Soku to comm them so soon. In this, she simply deferred to Harnan. Her electrum-coloured skin took on the hue of a Malreaux rose when she noticed Soku’s aura of projected calmness. She could almost see the irritation bubbling to the surface beneath this calm veneer. The last thing she wanted to do was provoke his ire, though she very much enjoyed pushing everyone else’s buttons. Soku had a special place in her heart and she very much saw him as an older brother, despite the fact that she was ancient compared to him. That was the mentality of their relationship.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, the Shapeshifter sat contently curled up in Harnan’s lap as she listened to the briefing. Her comm pinged and a small notification window popped up aside Soku’s projected form, confirming that they had indeed received all the necessary files. Illaria took a moment, then, to process all of the information Soku had presented her with, chewing on her bottom lip as she considered the best possible approach to this mission. Taking a deep breath, she spoke – her usual lilting voice coloured by a teasing tone was replaced with a more serious air. “Soku…” She began, “It occurs to me, that the restoration of natural order on this planet has always been something supremely important to you. It is not my desire to deprive you of the justice you seek to impart here.” It was clear now that the sarcastic and flippant nature the Shapeshifter normally opted to adopt was superseded now by a more cold and calculating sort.

“As such, I see no need to directly engage the Jedi just yet. Though, that is not to imply that I will not strike any down that we encounter.” She paused and looked beyond their conversation for the briefest of moments, as if she were watching something once more beyond their sight. “I believe…” Illaria started speaking as she shifted within Harnan’s grasp, “This mission calls for a bit of intelligence gathering and the illusion of terrorism, as it were. Anything that will directly hinder the impact of our main forces will be dealt with accordingly.” She stated in reference to the military implements, more specifically, the AT-TE’s and turrets.

Illaria’s gaze connected directly with the holoprojection in her lap and she bowed her head slightly. “Rest assured, I promise you that nothing will stand in our way…” These words were said as her golden lips slowly curled upwards into a smirk and she leaned back into Harnan, her expression belying the confidence she held in their combined ability to tackle the mission that lay before them. After a moment, the Shapeshifter spoke again. “I have nothing further.” At this point, she turned to Harnan, deferring to him once more.

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Restoring the Natural Order Jan 10, 2016 0:41:31 GMT -8

Post by Harnan Ren on Jan 10, 2016 0:41:31 GMT -8

Soku always had been a buzz kill in these sorts of moments, so much so that even when Illaria shifted about in his lap, her behind brushing against certain nether regions as she pressed her body against his more, he couldn't feel a single shift. It was always weird to him how methodical and uptight his brother got before an operation, but then, it was probably equivalent for Soku, to how Illaria and Harnan prefered to go into something relaxed and well rested. Regardless, he listened intently to the briefing that Soku gave.

There was a lot of factors to take into consideration in their assault, but with the Jedi secluded somewhat from the general populace, it would make their mission a little easier, especially if he and Illaria intended to cause some trouble for the Jedi. His attention briefly waned as he wondered if riding an AT-TE into battle was even remotely as fun as an AT-AT, though he doubted it, since the AT-TE was a lot shorter and not nearly as cool. His attention was quickly back upon the discussion, as Soku listed two people that he wanted captured and kept alive if possible, and providing that their capture didn't jepordize the mission, he would find a way to stay his blade until Soku was done wtih them.

He gave a nod in agreement with Illaria's statements that some subtlety would be required during their reconaissance in preparation for the arrival of the rest of the forces. As she settled in closer to him, the thickly corded muscles of his arms tightened a little across her soft bosom, ever so slightly pressing into them, whilst making sure she remained somewhat covered, just in case there were unseen observers on the other end of the call that might find thesmelves otherwise distracted by such ample assets
You can count on us to get the job done. And I promise to do my best to stay my blade, just so long as you dont expect anyone else to live... And I've got no other questions, anything else we would need to know, we'll be learning first hand when we arrive. Is that all brother?

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Restoring the Natural Order Jan 10, 2016 22:46:49 GMT -8

Post by Soku Ren on Jan 10, 2016 22:46:49 GMT -8

*When Illaria spoke, it was with a more serious tone, speaking reverently of Soku's need to personally administer justice, then cunningly introducing a new angle in their attack: Not a mere early-insertion sabotage of the Temple, but a sabotage of the Jedi's image. Treachery, mischief, terrorism...

It gave him pause and he lowered his head. Truly, it was a brilliant plan, and yet Soku worried for what cost it might come. This was his home, and these were his people. Did he damn them in order to save them? Much must be sacrificed in war, as they said, but here on Deralia, it was quite a heavier call to make...

Harnan's comment about not expecting anyone else to live almost struck Soku the wrong way in this moment before he recalled that his fellow Knight was speaking of the Jedi, not the populace. Soku continued to remain silent for a few moments in contemplation before at last sighing and lifting his head.* "It must be done, then. All I ask is that you preserve as many Deralian lives as possible. I have accepted that some collateral is necessary, if they are to accept us. It... is not an easy thing to accept.

"You have your mission. Derel and I will be watching and listening. Signal us when the time comes. And Illaria... make sure you cover up before making planetfall. Indecent exposure is against the laws of Deralia."

*Confident communications had concluded, he ended contact with the pair and stood still in the middle of the room, arms lowered to his side. "Brother," Harnan had called him. Acceptance. Something he'd never felt among the Jedi. Truly this was where he belonged, and he was doing the will of the Force, removing the Jedi and bringing true government and order to Deralia. Truly, they had been wrong about the dark side. About the Sith, perhaps; disillusioned fools, they were. And Dark Jedi, aimless, with no purpose.

But not the Knights of Ren. They had a true goal and a true focus. The dark side was their ally, not their master. And with it, they would succeed where the Sith failed: They would bring a true new age to the galaxy.*

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Restoring the Natural Order Jan 11, 2016 20:56:53 GMT -8

Post by Illaria Ren on Jan 11, 2016 20:56:53 GMT -8

Disconnecting the line from Soku, Illaria let out a deep sigh and sunk back into Harnan’s chest. She had only had two hours of sleep thus far, but somehow she knew she would never be able to get any further rest now. Her mind was in operations mode now and there was no going back. They had their mission, now was the chance to prove themselves once more to their brothers in the Knights of Ren and show the First Order just what they were capable of. Apparently, though, she needed to find pants first. At least according to Soku. “If he actually thinks I am going to put on pants for this…” Illaria grumbles to herself, her sentence trailing off as her mind took off on another train of thought. "I don't really need to put on pants, do I?" She turned and quipped at Harnan behind her, a grin painting her golden visage as she spoke in a playful tone. "I am not going to put on pants." She announced decisively to herself as she turned and wiggled around for a moment, trying to make herself comfortable against Harnan.

Making herself comfortable, the Shapeshifter picks up her holocomm again and transfers the files over to her holopad. Using the Force to pull the holopad over to her, she taps a few buttons before the three-dimensional projection pops up in her lap. Gesturing with her hands a few times within the projection, it enlarges to cover the space in front of her and displays all of the files Soku had just sent her and Harnan to look over. In one corner, the map of the Temple’s location is highlighted momentarily. Brushing her fingers across the map, she pushes it off to the side of the display before grabbing some of the personnel files from the lower opposing corner. These dossiers focus and center themselves in the display as she begins to flick her fingers through them, reading at a nearly imperceptible speed. Finally, she begins to pull several of the personnel files away from the group, brushing the rest into the corner where the map is located. “Any one of these Jedi will do.” She said gesturing to the open personnel files scattered across the center of the display. “It appears they are all supposed to be on planet, so first things first, let us find one of them. I need to borrow a body.” Illaria states ever so casually as if kidnapping Jedi and borrowing bodies was the norm for her. In a way, this rather was.

“And look, this one here.” The Shapeshifter gestures to one of the files for a small girl. “Father is the local law enforcement and it appears as if he has some concerns about the Jedi.” Illaria looks over her shoulder at Harnan, turning her body slightly to see him better. “What do you think? Think we can manage to turn law enforcement against the Jedi?”

“Also….” Illaria said, letting the word hang in the air as she fiddled around with the projection a bit and eventually pulled up the map alongside an aerial reconnaissance image of the Temple itself. Pushing the image across the screen and into one of the icons that lined the bar along the right side, another image sprang forth and slowly came into focus. This three-dimensional image represented a triangulated irregular network model, which displayed the terrain around the Temple and gave hints as to where the power generators or underground computer hubs might be hiding, though there was a certain degree of uncertainty attached to this form of topographical modeling. “How do you want to handle the AT-TE’s and the heavy turrets lining the Temple?” She asked Harnan curiously. "I have explosives in one of my drawers over there....Or did you want to ride one into battle?" A small grin spread across her lips at this. "No, you'd much rather ride something else into battle, I bet..." Once they got planetside, Illaria thought they might need to send out a probe droid to improve the gridding of their topographical displays, so that they were better able to judge the layout of the current defenses.

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Restoring the Natural Order Jan 11, 2016 22:43:26 GMT -8

Post by Harnan Ren on Jan 11, 2016 22:43:26 GMT -8

He could sense the hesitance in his brother's words, and for the smallest fraction of a second he almost thought that Soku would disapprove of Illaria's plan, but at last reason won the day, further strengthening Harnan's respect for his brother. It took great strength to order the death of one's own people, even if it meant that order would be brought to those left alive. Still, Harnan was grateful that Soku was not here in person, because even if his brother had the strength to agree to the plan, it was entirely different having to carry those same orders out yourself. As the call was ended, He leaned his head back against the bed head, his grip shifting slightly as he trailed a hand down to Illaria's legs and moved them so she cause lean into him better as she shuffled about, his hand lingering upon her thigh
Well, his words were to cover up, but he never specified what to cover up exactly...
Without their brother's face staring at them, Harnan felt his body starting to react slightly to the press of her body against his, but it was nothing he couldn't keep himself falling too deep into. He then looked down upon the holopad as she floated it over and started studying a number of different files, taking quick notes as the files passed by. He could already tell what she was thinking, as she brought up the various personnel files, quickly deciding that if they were going to have her impersonate anyone, he might as well make sure they were easy on the eyes. It was then, that he pointed at a handful of images, all of them female
Well, if you're borrowing any of their bodies, my vote is for any of these one's...
He then studied the image of the girl for a moment, as Illaria made mention of her father being in charge of local law enforcement, but having something of a rgudge towards the Jedi. Well, he was certainly a man after Harnan's own heart, which gained the man some points in his books. Family was always a difficult bond to break, but if they could frame it so that the daughter was not brought up, then there was a very good chance they would be able to rally him to their cause. It was then, that a rather sinister idea came to him, whether it was practicle or not, was another matter
If we play our cards right, we could do it easy enough. Just going to take a little theatricality and deception is all... Use one of these Jedi to cause some damage, make them seem like more of a threat, then approach the father and offer our aide in dealing with the threat posed to his people. And once the father takes action, we could use it to our gain with the daughter, should we capture her of course. At the very least, it will break her, to see her father turning upon those that trained her...
He then studied the next map she brought up for a moment, a topographical of the temple and the land around it. It was crude, and was certainly going to require them to deploy a probe to better confirm that which the computer had guessed at, but it was a starting point for them to begin guessing at how they should approach this. He then moved the model around a little, trying to get a better idea of how the underground area's might connect, and what the most secretive approach to them would be. Getting into them would be a priority, whether it was to gain access to the computer network, or the power generators, was still up for debate since it would depend slightly upon the type of turrets they had installed.

He then looked at Illaria as she mentioned that she had some explosives just sitting in one of her drawers. Although he should have been surprised, he knew he well enough that he actually did expect her to keep such things so close at hand for any occasion. To be fair, with her abilities, she didn't exactly need the space for makeup, or other such trinkets, and consider how rarely she wore pants, or much clothing or any kind, not that he was complaining, it made sense she could utalize the extra space for a small armoury. But it was her next comment, that struck him more so. he then let his hand drop down to her lap, forcing it between her thighs as he tightened his grip upon her inner thigh, whilst his other hand drifted over her chest and roughly squeezed her soft bosom
Oh yes Lady Ren, there is certainly something else I would prefer to ride... whether it's into battle though... As for the AT-TE's and Turrets, they'll take a little more thought. If possible, we could hack the turret controls and turn them on the walkers. Otherwise, we'll just blow the generators so the guns dont have any power, and use some of your explosives to take out the walkers...
Considering what they knew of Deralia though, Harnan had no doubt that the turrets were going to be some older model that needed people to operate them manually, meaning that they were going to have to plant some explosive charges to knock out the power and the walkers. Honestly, if they could sneak a seismic charge beneath the base, it would probably deal with the Jedi a lot more quickly, but then they couldn't be sure it wouldn't also level half the nearby city. And, whilst civilian casualties were to be expected, for his brother's sake, he would do his best to ensure they were kept to as minimal as possible, which meant no massive disasters

Last Edit: Jan 12, 2016 21:48:33 GMT -8 by Harnan Ren

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Restoring the Natural Order Jan 13, 2016 22:02:59 GMT -8

Post by Illaria Ren on Jan 13, 2016 22:02:59 GMT -8

Turning her head to look back at Harnan, Illaria arched an eyebrow at him and appeared rather unimpressed. Clearly she could tell what was going on now with Harnan, as close to her as he was. He was definitely excited by her mere presence and if his hand lingering on her thigh was any indication… She had been too lax around him on this trip, had been too wrapped up in figuring out the finer details of the mission, to even notice what was going on. Talk about a lack of situational awareness. A good way to get yourself killed on the battlefield, she thought sullenly.

The second she teased Harnan about wanting to ride something else into battle, Illaria knew that she should have just kept her mouth shut. For his next actions caused her whole body to immediately tense up under his touch as he placed his hands upon her inner thigh and chest. She had not reacted like this when Soku had commed them because she knew his actions were borne more of the protective instinct that he harboured for her. Now, she knew he was not merely being protective of her, but sought to savour her in an entirely different way. There was a hunger, an unspoken desire in his actions that had suddenly struck him upon her errant comment.

Every muscle in her body seemed to stiffen as the Shapeshifter remained stock-still. She was rather confused as she struggled to understand the pandemonium and disarray of feelings resonating within her. It was then that her mind drifted back to her time spent at Imperial Strategic Command before leaving on this mission to Deralia. The wheels spun within her head as she remembered the precise way Nicademus looked at her then, the twinkle of interest and intrigue reflecting within his eyes. The way he treated her with such reverence. The gentleness, yet determination, with which he touched her as his hands languidly trailed scorching paths across her supple skin.

While it was a normal occurrence for her and Harnan to tease each other and hang on one another in a more physical sense, they had never slept with one another. In this, Harnan had not pressed his luck more than once, but it was rare for either one of them to resist the other in more mundane acts. Here Illaria decided she needed to draw a line. It was strange, she mused for several minutes. Never before had she felt the need to resist Harnan’s advances quite like she did now. A small pang of guilt resounded within her chest, an almost entirely unfamiliar sensation. It requested that she act, no it commanded she act. “Harnan…” She uttered softly, almost as if she were afraid to speak, her voice cracking slightly. “This cannot happen..” The Shapeshifter spoke in a tone of voice that communicated greater warning this time around, her threat remaining unspoken.

Illaria found that she had not the patience to wait for him to comply with her orders. She had no time to trust that he would be obedient in his actions. In a hurry, she shrugged off his hands and sprung out of the bed, nearly stumbling across her room in all her hurry. Bending over to pick her clothes up off the floor, she hastily threw on a shirt and pair of pants. Stalking out the door, she padded across the void-frozen floors in her bare feet and strode into the common area of the Conquest. Walking straight to the large holoterminal in the middle of the room, she pulled up the map of the area surrounding the Temple once more. Busying her mind, Illaria attempted to determine the optimal path of approach for them to take and the soundest landing vector in which to put the ship down. Leaning over the holoterminal, she placed either hand on it and stretched out the knotted muscles in her back.

It was clear that she was conflicted and stressed out by something. It reflected in the rigidity with which she held her body. Stars – she did not need this right now, did not want to even deal with this at the moment. Turning her gaze back to the three-dimensional map in front of her, she almost appeared to look straight through it as she lost herself deep in thought.

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Restoring the Natural Order Jan 14, 2016 7:34:13 GMT -8

Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 14, 2016 7:34:13 GMT -8

Silence fell upon the common area where the conflicted Illaria was present. A silence equal to the void of space. Only the humming of the engines, propelling the Conquest through space, managed to pierce the silence ever so slightly. The holoterminal then beeped as a transmission attempted to get through. Illaria was the only one present to see the transmission coding and sender information. It was a priority channel from the Supreme Commander himself! On the other end, as Nicademus awaited it to be answered, his mind too, as if in exact sync with Illaria's, thought upon what had happened shortly before her departure for Deralia. Her perfume was a faint scent that still hung within his bedroom.

The transmission was picked up, interrupting his thoughts in a snap! Yet, instead of the face of Sohei, Soku or Harnan... it was the face of Illaria that gazed upon him. The face of a troubled Illaria, something that Nicademus could evidently tell just by looking into her eyes. Professionalism was set aside in a split second as the Supreme Commander gazed upon the face of the woman who took his heart just days ago.

My my, this is an odd sight. Illaria, you seem troubled. I hope the mission is going according to plan and that an obstacle hasn't arisen.

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Restoring the Natural Order Jan 15, 2016 21:36:53 GMT -8

Post by Illaria Ren on Jan 15, 2016 21:36:53 GMT -8

“What?” Illaria snapped irritably as she answered the holocall transmission that had come through to her station. “Oh…” She really needed to start reading the caller ID before she answered. “Nicademus..” She said softly, her voice not much more than a whisper as she gasped his name. The surprise reflected in her expression for the briefest of moments before it was banished and she resumed her look of neutrality. Upon seeing the Supreme Commander before her, Illaria noticeably straightened and clasped her hands behind her back.

The Shapeshifter took up a more formal posture as she was still uncertain as to how she was to appear and relate to the Supreme Commander in a more public place such as this. She was not sure whether he cared if people knew what had transpired between them just yet, despite the fact that he had made it abundantly clear that he desired her and wanted more from her. However, she was going to put off telling her fellow Knights of Ren for as long as she possibly could. The more amusing point was that it had all come about as a result of Soku ordering her to go speak with Nicademus to patch things up after the debacle on Yaga Minor in which she felt, at the time, that she rightfully put him in his place.

For Illaria was quite certain that when Soku gave her this order to fix things between the Knights of Ren and the First Order, he had not meant for her to fix it with her mouth as she jumped into the Supreme Commander's bed. However, she conceded, mending their alliance with the First Order did require conversation, for which a mouth was mandatory. So technically, she had followed her orders to perfection. Granted, she had gone about it in a rather unconventional manner, as she always did, she did ultimately get the job done. Soku had been downright furious with her at first, thinking that she may have irreparably damaged the relationship between the Knights of Ren and the First Order, especially since it was so soon after they had just agreed to work toward a common goal. Nicademus and the First Order were the galaxy’s best chance for order and an everlasting peace, Soku had helped her understand this. But, everything was as it should be now, he should at least appreciate that much.

“Troubled?” Clearing her throat, the Shapeshifter met the gaze of the Imperial, attempting to show restraint under the potency of his presence. “No. I am not troubled.” Though, she felt a searing need arise deep within her body as it reeled in wicked delight. Shackling her raging lust for the moment, she took a deep breath and assumed a more authoritative posture. “Everything is fine, Supreme Commander. It is nothing that I cannot handle.”

And handle it, she would. Just not right now. Reaching down, she transmitted the access codes linked to her optical and aural implants. Like Soku and Derel, these codes would enable Nicademus to tap into a visual and auditory feed of the events on Deralia once she brought her implants online. “There.” She spoke steadily as she glanced back up at the Imperial. “You should be able to follow the progress of our mission once we make planetfall.”

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Restoring the Natural Order Jan 15, 2016 22:06:14 GMT -8

Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jan 15, 2016 22:06:14 GMT -8

Her words seemed to pass right through the Supreme Commander as Nicademus stared directly at Illaria. She attempted to cover something up and acted like nothing was wrong. After all they had been through and meant to one another, she still tried these games. His expression changed slightly to something a little more serious as his eyes remained locked with Illaria. Yet before he spoke, his expression relaxed for a moment as a sigh left his lips.

On come now, Lady Ren. You can drop the act when we are in private. After all, we did make a great decision upon Muunilist before you departed. You can relax around me and speak freely after all. Last I checked, I don't bite.

Nicademus wasn't sure what troubled Illaria, but perhaps he could ask her about it when she returned. While in transition through space, anything could happen and the Imperial would not want regrets or doubts to cloud her ability to perform. Even then, he doubted something like that could or would happen. Lady Ren was a capable woman; both in the field of battle and in private. The Supreme Commander could be seen stroking his chin slightly for a moment before offering a slight grin.

Forget I asked, Illaria. You have more important things upon your mind after all. Deralia is just a short distance away I suspect and I need you to perform your best rather than have my words cloud your thoughts. Perhaps we can talk in a much greater seclusion when you return... would that do?

Last Edit: Jan 15, 2016 22:06:48 GMT -8 by Nicademus Delvardus IV

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Restoring the Natural Order Jan 15, 2016 23:18:20 GMT -8

Post by Harnan Ren on Jan 15, 2016 23:18:20 GMT -8

The moment he had placed his hands as he had, he could feel something was not right. Certainly, he had expected her to tense up as he had grabbed her, but it was unlike any of the other times when they had played thie game before, and for a moment, he had put it down to how concentrated she was on the mission. It was then, that she had spoken his name, A puzzled look crossing his face as she did so, before saying that this couldn't happen as she got up and hurriedly exited the room. He sat there a moment, kind of honestly not sure what had just happened, but it wasn't long before his mind started to process everything, slowly at first.

They had played this game for years now, always trying to one up the other, and see who would falter first under the other's probings, but never before had either of them had such a reaction. Well, except for that one time when he had let go, his more primal instincts taking over as they had played their game, and he had almost pressed too far. But this, this was different, he had pulled back when she gave him the chance, trusting him to not push any further with their boundaries clearly marked, whereas this time, she had almost shut down on him and left before waiting for him. Something had changed between them, and if he was entirely honest, he was certain it had all begun over Yaga Minor, when they had all met formally with the First Order.

Even then, he had been on edge about the way she had interacted with the Supreme Commander, but dismissed it as little more than her provocative nature with someone new. She was merely toying with the man, surely that's all it was, wasn't it? but maybe it wasn't. After all, they had spent an entire day apart, after Soku had forced her to go to Muunilinst to smooth things over with the Supreme Commander, so the alliance didn't fall apart before it even got off the ground, meanwhile, he had been forced to remain with The Resurgence to over see the final preparations of the crew and become familiar with the new base of operations he would be commanding. He had been against the idea from the very moment that Soku had mentioned it, but the Master had given his brother seniority in all matters regarding the alliance, and so, he had nothing to do but stand by and watch as she had left for the Imperial Strategic Command.

She'd spent an entire day alone there, and with Soku only giving her orders to patch things up with Nicademus, there was so much she could have done with so much room to move, so to speak. It was then, that the simplest of toughts crossed his mind in that very moment, and he froze in place as he pondered the thought. Surely not? would she really be that misguided? no... no! she wouldn't do that. She had been on plenty of solo operations without him, and they had always gone well enough. But, what if she had? no, he couldn't think like this. She was troublesome yes, but could he really concede that there was the slightest chance she had taken things a little too far with her apology.

Well, there was really only one way to be certain, and that was to ask her ouright. Jumping out of the bed, he rummaged through the pile of clothes, before pulling out the only wearable piece amongst it all, which he could only describe as something akin to a cod piece combined with some ancient looking style of belt/shorts armour. Quickly donning the piece of clothing, he made his way out of the room, using the force to reach throughout The Conquest, before sensing her presence within the common area. Withdrawing his reach within the force once more, he headed straight to the common room, and walked through the doors mere moments later, ready to find out just what was going on.

He paused by the door in that moment, well beyond the holoterminals range, about to call her name, when he saw the visage of the Supreme Commander staring at Illaria, the pair mid conversation. The words catching in his throat, as he analysed the situation, judging the body lanugage the pair displayed to one another, the terms the pair used. Suddenly, he knew without even having to ask her, just what had happened on Muunilinst. He had denied it, even though it was the one thought that had made sense when he had been trying to figure out just why she had shut him out. Harnan remained in that spot a moment longer, as feelings deep within him began to conflict with one another about this revelation, each struggling for dominance. On the one side, was his feelings of protection for her, and on the other, were the feelings that he had supressed for so long that wanted to be with her, and in that moment, a spark of jealousy was giving it the fuel to contend.

Which side had the upper hand, remained unclear, but the one constant that neither side liked, was this new development between Nicademus and Illaria. He struggled to understand why she had not told him about this, after all, the pair had no secrets between them. Or at least, they didn't for the most part, since, if he was entirely honest, he had never told her how he really felt about her, not that he really knew how he felt to begin with. Though it was certainly starting to become clearer with each passing moment. The fact that she hadn't told him, or anyone else for that matter apparently, really just brought forth a whole new slew of questions as he started to move forward, his arms crossed against his bare chest, a look of cold determination fixed upon his face as he came within range of the holoterminal, undoubtedly appearing before the Supreme Commander from the shadows, almost entirely undressed.

But even still, he could not still his thoughts. It was rare for Illaria to keep secrets from him, especially since she usually defered to his judgement in certain situations. Was it that she was conflicted about what she had done with Nicademus? or how she felt for the man? and suddenly, it was then, that a small thought popped into his mind, that had broken through the lines from the other side. Was she conflicted because she also had feelings for him aswell? Surely that wasn't the case, torn between the Supreme Commander of the First Order and one of the Knights of Ren. But, maybe? it had always been a topic neither of them broached with the other, and on Harnan's part, it had been because he had viewed her as the one constant in his life since he had awoken in a strange world, to nothing but the look within her eyes.

She had captured him in that moment. But was that not what love was, to be enraptured by one's gaze, and be beholden to their protection. Was he so blinded by his grief over all that he had lost, that he had not seen that the two sides that struggled against one another within him, were really just the same thing, seperated by a simple misunderstanding. And were that the case, could not the two sides work together for a greater good, and instead of feeling grief for this new development, they could fight against this grief, and embolden a new resolve to fight for that which he would not lose so easily. It was then, that he smirked at the image of Nicademus. Let the man try and play this game, even with the advantage that he had, Harnan would use this new found strength to fight all the harder, and he would not falter in the face of such seemingly insurmountable odds
You needn't concern yourself too greatly, Supreme Commander. Lady Ren could not be in any safer hands...

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Restoring the Natural Order Jan 16, 2016 11:56:59 GMT -8

Post by Illaria Ren on Jan 16, 2016 11:56:59 GMT -8

Letting a sigh pass her lips, Illaria noticeably deflated as the Supreme Commander called her on her act and told her to drop it. Her posture relaxed and she allowed a brief smile to graze her lips as she reached up and ran a hand through her messy hair, pushing it from her face. So this is how it would be. “Oh, I am quite certain that you do, in fact, bite. Especially after the other night.” The Shapeshifter said playfully and though he had left his marks of possession on her body, they were not something she was going to allow to stick around seeing as she was going to be in such close contact with Harnan for the next couple days. Surely, he would have noticed had she not shifted just enough to hide them.

Grinning at Nicademus, she was about ready to make another smart remark when she felt Harnan beginning to hover about the edges of the common area, no doubt to enquire as to what had just occurred between them in the bedroom. It seemed he was finally done sulking and ready to come speak with her. She had opened her mouth to speak, but instead paused and closed her mouth, lips drawing into a frown as she looked off to the side in Harnan’s direction. Following him with her eyes until he stepped into the holocomm’s field of vision, Illaria took a deep breath, resuming her visage of neutrality and professionalism once more.

Illaria was conflicted now and not for the reasons everyone might have thought. She was not misguided nor was she uncertain in what she had done. It had been an entirely conscious and informed decision on her part to spend the time that she had with Nicademus. She was not at all confused about how she felt for the Supreme Commander of the First Order. This was always how it was for her though, so sure was she of all her actions. The conflict therein lay instead in the potential repercussions she might face for her actions. Her fellow Knights would not like it, she knew that much – they would claim she was instead mucking up this alliance when they had sent her to mend it. Though, the Lady Ren was quite sure she had mended it, more than mended it in fact. The Master, however, that was the great uncertainty. Would he view her seemingly impulsive actions as something to his advantage or would he declare it a distraction to her training?

Turning back to the Supreme Commander, she spoke with an air of professionalism now that she knew her actions were under such scrutiny. “I will come to you once we return from Deralia and we can discuss the after action report. Good day, Supreme Commander.” She spoke curtly, though not impolitely as she closed the open line between them then turned around and nearly ran into Harnan. Stepping around the side of her fellow Knight, Illaria pauses to meet his gaze. “What? Stop looking at me like that.” Brushing by him, she heads straight to her room.

No sooner had she entered her room, had she shed all of her clothes, immediately going over to her wardrobe and beginning to pull on her combat armour piece by piece. The electrum shimmered in the dim lighting of her room and provided a stark contrast to the golden hues of her skin. Reaching up, she gathered her gold and white hair into a ponytail that cascaded down the length of her back before moving to buckle the straps that held her chest plate in place. Pulling on her bracers, she tightened the straps and inspected the fidelity of the armour before slipping on her gloves. All the while, the seriousness of the situation at hand reflected in her face. She was assuming a frame of mind that was largely different than that which she had possessed only moments before. Sitting down on the edge of her bed, Illaria slid the holsters for her knives up her left leg before finally tightening the straps around her upper thigh.

Sitting there for a moment longer than she had originally intended, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Who are you? It did not matter who she was, not anymore. Her identity had been lost long ago and she was not about to allow a man, any man, try to redefine it for her. Lady Ren, that is who I am. That is who I will always be, no matter what. What are you? A Knight of Ren. More. I am part of that which will bring order to the galaxy and create an everlasting peace for generations to come. I am the herald of ones far greater than I, those that will….no… She decided then that she would not meekly slip into subservience. Breaking her reverie, she reached down and began to pull her boots on. Rising off the bed to her full height, she used the Force to call her weapons belt to hand, making quick work of it. Finally. Grasping the cloth of her black mantle in hand, she ran her fingers over the silky texture of the inner material before brushing across the much more coarse and sturdy material that protected the outer side. The contrast was stark, akin to her own self and the sides of her that she allowed very few to witness. Pulling the mantle over her head, she settled the material across her shoulders, the cloak cascading down to the back of her knees along the left side of her body. Taking a deep breath, she stepped from the confines of her room.

Stalking across the common area, Illaria pays Harnan no further mind as she heads in the direction of the cockpit. Sliding into the pilot’s chair, the Shapeshifter begins monitoring all of the instrumentation panels arranged around the cockpit. She is of a single mind right now and that is to ensure that they reach Deralia’s surface undetected and in one piece. Depressing several buttons and pulling a small lever off to the side towards her, she begins the sequence to commence their reversion to real space. Like thunder without a sound, the Conquest drops out of hyperspace and the sublight engines engage. They were well out of range of the planet’s gravity well and any sensors that might have detected them, but the stealth plating along the hull of the ship was sufficient to mask their presence in the darkness of the void until Illaria engaged the ship’s cloaking device.

Deralia.

This was a planet that the Shapeshifter had never been to before, not that she would have had any reason to visit it now seeing as how it was a Jedi-controlled world. Illaria finished plotting their approach vector as she reclined in the pilot’s seat, just staring out the forward viewport as the blue and green planet began to loom larger in her field of vision.

Running her hands across the control panels on the dash, Illaria reached up and flicked a couple switches above her head as she took manual control of the Conquest and began guiding them down toward the planet’s surface. Dropping the bow of the ship into the planet’s gravity well, she pulled back on the sublight engine’s output and allowed the craft to engage in a free fall. Flames began to coalesce around the edges of the cockpit viewport as the Conquest descended through the atmosphere. The winds howled around the craft in the barely controlled free fall as Illaria finally leveled out the craft and steered them just over the treetops, avoiding any other sensory sweeps that the Jedi might have prepared just for their arrival. Perking up, she tucks a foot underneath her body and peers over top of the dashboard controls. “There….that looks good..” The Shapeshifter eyeballs a small clearing before maneuvering the ship, so as to set it down in the center. As the Conquest descends upon the landing gear, coming in contact with Deralia’s surface, the landing struts groan in protest as the ship finally rests upon them. Reclining in the pilot’s seat once more, Illaria leans back and begins flicking switches off, her hands dancing across the controls once more as she begins the engine shutdown sequence. “Well…another happy landing…” She remarks sarcastically to no one but herself.

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Restoring the Natural Order Jan 16, 2016 22:57:11 GMT -8

Post by Harnan Ren on Jan 16, 2016 22:57:11 GMT -8

The moment the holoterminal was turned off, he turned his attention down to Illaria, regarding her with a mixed look of concern and disappointment, as he wondered if he was the only other person that currently knew of this sordid affair. Considering how little time had passed since it had likely happened, he highly doubted that anyone else knew, which meant he was going to be forced to expose this turn of events to his fellow brothers and their Master. He remained impassive even as she almost ran into him, before meeting his gaze and acting like she had done nothing wrong, before brushing by him
You know exactly what, where you even going to tell me?
He paused, realizing that he wasn't going to get much of a response from her as she headed straight for her room. Not often had she ever done anything that struck a nerve with him, but this was one of those times, and he had no intention of dropping this subject, not until he got some answers. For now though, he headed to his own cabin aboard The Conquest and donned the boots, chest harness and leather gauntlet he had chosen to wear for this mission. Although it was rather minimal gear compared to his usual attire, he would stand out less this way, and if ever the Knights had to return to Deralia, there would be no chance of unease being caused by the realization that the Knights of Ren had orchestrated their brief descent into chaos, only to become their saviours. Though, as far as Harnan was concerned, the Knights of Ren were the only one's capable of saving Deralia from it's Jedi infection.

He clipped his lightsaber to his belt, before donning one final piece, a hand crafted necklace upon which he had sworn his vow to protect and serve, first the Knights of Zakuul, and more recently, the Knights of Ren. He closed his eyes for a moment, and inhaled deeply, before opening his eyes as he exhaled, his concentration fixed upon the mission at hand as he headed for the cockpit, well aware that for the time being, he would get no answers from Illaria, as he slipped into the co-pilot's seat. He remained silent for the remainder of the trip, as the Conquest dropped from hyperspace and made it's approach to Deralia's surface. Like Illaria, he had never had the chance to visit the remote world before now, and he had no doubts that they would have next to no time for sightseeing on this particular trip.

As the ship touched down, Harnan exited the co-pilot seat and stretched a little as Illaria took care of shutting the vessel down. Well, it was now, that the mission had finally started officially, and they were both at the top of their games, ready to deliver some justice to the Jedi, and bring order upon this world. But first, they would need to cause a little chaos and nurture the seeds of distrust that remained in their infancy between the people and the Jedi. He then lead the way from the cockpit and through the Conquest, and down it's landing ramp, setting the first foot upon Deralian soil as he surveyed the area that she had chosen for their landing site
So... You're really banging him, huh? You know, when Soku sent you to Muunilinst, he didn't mean for you to get on your knee's and worship the man with your mouth, you know that right? Pretty sure he had something a little more... official in mind... More akin to a verbal sorry for annoying you, instead of an intense physical session of pleasuring him with sex as a sorry...

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Restoring the Natural Order Jan 17, 2016 18:53:19 GMT -8

Post by Illaria Ren on Jan 17, 2016 18:53:19 GMT -8

Illaria had not missed the expression of concern that had washed over Harnan’s face earlier nor the look of disappointment either. She could not say that she was surprised by his concern for her given that she counted him as her closest friend – one who had just been completely blindsided by this turn of events. She truly had not meant for him to find out this way and would have eventually told him on her own time. Or she thought as much, anyways. Then again she had this whole trip to Deralia to tell him, so why had she not? The disappointment was something she was not expecting, though. The Shapeshifter was not quite sure what to make of this. Had she actually done something wrong? No, she decided. She certainly had not. This was her life and she did what she wanted. Your life will never be your own, a small voice at the back of her head annoyingly reminded her. Her life had always belonged to the Master and his will since he had brought her into the Knights of Ren. She owed him that much. It was always a never-ending conflict that raged in the dark recesses of her mind during quiet times like this.

As Harnan stood from the co-pilot’s chair, she pretended to be distracted by something on the control panel until he had left the cockpit. Once gone, she ran a hand frustratingly through her hair before finally rising to her feet and pulling the hood of her mantle atop her head. Face now cast in shadows, she stalked through the Conquest and descended the boarding ramp after Harnan. Then he spoke. She was silent for a moment as she could see out of the corner of her eye that both her visual and aural implants had been brought online and were now providing a direct feed to Soku, Derel, and the Supreme Commander. This conversation was apparently something that could not be avoided because she knew Harnan would just keep pressing her on it. Great, just great. Now everyone can be witness to my personal life. Sorry Nicademus, looks like the nexu is out of the bag, she thought glumly.

“What? No! I am most certainly not banging him, as you so eloquently put it.” Illaria said defensively. Harnan had always been crude and vulgar. Perhaps, this was where she usually got it from. The Shapeshifter gathered her composure and strode right by him rather calmly, frighteningly so. Coming to a stop just beyond him, she paused a moment and closed her eyes. Reaching out with the Force, she extends her presence beyond the currently silent clearing as she searches for that which she seeks. Cracking open a single eye, she finds Harnan standing off to her side.

“So what if we were to sleep together? It has nothing to do with you... What would it even matter to you, anyways?” Illaria snaps at him, the irritation in her tone well hidden, but no doubt quite apparent to him. Turning her attention back to the task at hand, she opens her eyes and retracts her presence before pulling her glove back from her wrist and tapping a few buttons on the holopad on the inside of her arm. Pulling up the personnel files, she runs through them quickly before deactivating the device once more.

Looking around a moment longer, the Shapeshifter finally orients herself in the proper direction and stalks off into the forest, heading in the general direction of the Jedi Temple. “And I know full well what Soku wanted me to do. He did leave me with instructions before he kicked me down to Muunilinst after all.” As Illaria strode through the forest, she almost violently pushed branches out of her way as she carved her own path. Part of her hoped that these branches might smack Harnan in the face right now for she was a bit angry with him for making such a big deal about all of this in front of everyone else watching the live feeds. But she found that she was never that lucky. “Number one: smooth things over with the Supreme Commander.” She nearly growled as she pushed another branch out of her way. “Check.”

Walking on, Illaria still does not bother to pay Harnan any mind and she continues talking as if she were having a conversation with herself. “Soku did tell me that a verbal apology was required, for which a mouth is mandatory…” She paused as she came to some brush and bushes that lined the edge of another clearing before looking back over her shoulder at her fellow Knight. “He specified so I could not get away with just leaving a note, I guess. But for the record, I used my mouth to apologise, so I did actually follow his orders.” The Shapeshifter’s lips turned up in a smirk at this and she could not hide the amusement that clearly resonated in her voice.

Turning back to the clearing, she suddenly propelled herself out of the underbrush, appearing to the eye as nothing more than a blur of golden demise as she struck her target. A shrill scream resonated throughout the air and luckily, they were far enough away from the Temple at this point that it should not matter. Straddling the hips of a white twi’lek appearing to be in her early thirties, Illaria reaches down and brushes a hand over the woman’s forehead, instantly quieting her and sending her off into a restless sleep. “Honestly, I fail to see how this could even be considered a problem if I did, in fact, sleep with him….” However, the Jedi Illaria had just taken down had not been out walking the perimeter alone. It appeared that her apprentice; a young human girl had been walking with her, now having taken off into the woods. Pausing in her words, Illaria extended her hand out in the general direction the girl had run off in and sighed deeply. It was as if this pained her somehow, as if it took far too much effort. Though in all reality, it did not and was yet another point on her list of annoyances for the day. Reaching for the fierce heat of her power coiled deep within her, the Shapeshifter grasped merely a whisper of it and used it to tether the girl and pull her back out of the woods. Looking to Harnan then, she spoke in a rather innocent and sweet voice. “Do be a dear and check to see if she matches the picture Soku sent us. If not, just take care of her.”

Then looking back down at the unconscious twi’lek she was currently astride, Illaria rose to her feet and continued on as if this all were entirely normal – returning to their previous conversation. “Needless to say, the Supreme Commander is no longer furious with me, he is happier than ever with the state of the alliance between the First Order and the Knights of Ren, and I am keeping myself out of trouble. So how is this a bad thing?”

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Restoring the Natural Order Jan 18, 2016 20:54:39 GMT -8

Post by Harnan Ren on Jan 18, 2016 20:54:39 GMT -8

He hadn't expected her to admit to it straight away, after all, where would the fun in that have been. But he could hear it in her voice and tell by the way she strode past him, that he had hit his mark. Whilst he took some pleasure from teasing her and causing her to get mad at him, a part of him was still concerned with how evasive she was over the whole thing, all things considered. Sure, he was certain she wouldn't admit it with soo many people listening, considering how quickly word of it would travel back to their Master, if he didn't know already. But the fact she had said nothing to him when they were alone, that was the part that probably hurt him the most, since it meant to him, that she couldn't trust him with such a secret, despite everything they had been through. He had always had her back, no matter what they had faced, whether it was just a handful of Jedi, or an entire army of warriors. As soon as she snapped at him, he smirked at her
You can what if me all day, Lady Ren. But I think we both know the truth in this matter. As to what it matter's to me? Surely, after all the time we've spent together, some of it lacking clothes, you shouldn't have to honestly ask me that?
Even as frustrated as she was at him, he knew her mind was still focused on the mission at hand, as she lead the way towards the Jedi Temple, apparently having located one of the people in the personnel files. Even as she thrust branches out of her way, Harnan's height advantage over her afforded him the ability to avoid any of them coming back to hit him in the face, though a few of them did come back into his arms and chest. He wasn't sure what exactly it was, but there was something slightly arousing about her when she was angry with him, and no matter how often he tried to figure it out over the years, he could come up with no clear answer. Strangely enough, Her answer about using her mouth to apologise actually made him chuckle a little, which he did his best to supress as Illaria jumped out into the clearing and took down the Twi'lek Jedi Master she had located moments before.

He walked out after her and shook his head as she questioned how it would be a bad thing if she had in fact slept with Nicademus. Aside from his own personal feelings on the matter, and despite his rather lack of etiquette when it came to political dealings, he was damn well certain that this would only complicate things between their two factions somehow. Their Master would certainly try and use this to his advantage, of that he had no doubt, in which case, was that why she hadn't told him, because she thought he'd back their Master's play even if she disapproved. Whilst it was true that ultimately his loyalty belonged to their Master, like all of their fellow Knights of Ren, unlike his fellow Knights, whom had all given up everything when they joined the Order, Harnan had gained something when he had joined. After almost 4000 years in cryo containment, his life had been forfeited long ago, his family and friends all dead, and his oath sworn to an Empire and Order that no longer existed. But for all his hardships, he had been rewarded with Illaria, and although he had sworn his allegiance to the Knights of Ren, she was the one thing he had left that truly matter to him.

He could slaughter every last Jedi and Sith in the known galaxy, and bring Order to every known and unknown world, but he would feel no pleasure, no accomplishment from it, if he lost her. Pulling out a small holocomm from the pocket on his belt, he brought up the files and walked over to the young girl that Illaria had stopped from escaping, before using the scanner to check if she matched Soku's prize. It didn't take long for the scanner to confirm the girl's identity, or lack thereof, meaning that she wasn't who they were after. He regarded the young Jedi Padawan for a moment, a look of sheer and utter fear crossing her eyes as she was forced to remain in her place, unable to escape her impending doom. He crouched down a little, to bring them face-to-face, as a small tear rolled down her cheek, which he wiped away with one hand, whilst pulling his lightsaber out and activating it with the other, his voice taking on a slightly more endearing tone as he spoke
Shhh, your struggle is over now my dear. Do not cry, for you shall not be alone for long...
He gave her a reassuring smile, which the young girl returned, before he drove his lightsaber through her chest, the blade sticking out of her back for a moment, before he deactivated the saber and caught her as she fell down. Clipping his saber hilt back onto his belt, he took also the girl's saber, certain it would come in handy to have a weapon that did not have a red blade, considering the planet's history with Sith. He then shifted her body over his shoulder, before rising to his full height as he walked back over to where Illaria was straddling the female twi'lek, which would have been kind of hot, had it not been for the fact that she was a Jedi, and unconcious. He then turned his attention to Illaria as she rose to her feet and questioned how it was a bad thing, his voice taking on a much lighter tone
The fact you're keeping yourself out of trouble, is what worries me. But I guess though, if you're not really sleeping with him, then we don't need to change our sleeping arrangements, right? I mean, no one could get annoyed if nothing happened, right? Cause honestly, the sight of you naked in the morning, really helps me get up and going each day...
It was then, that he reached out with the force as he looked at her, waiting for her to react to what he said, since even he knew there was no way she would not hit him for it. Whilst their unseen observers could see and hear everything that was physically happening, there was one route of communication between the two Knights, that no one else could listen in to. Touching upon her presence, he transmitted one single thought through the force, and that was that he would not lose her, no matter what, before pulling back. He had lost too much in his time to lose her as well

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Restoring the Natural Order Jan 23, 2016 23:23:42 GMT -8

Post by Illaria Ren on Jan 23, 2016 23:23:42 GMT -8

Illaria reached down, bending to pluck the twi’lek’s lightsaber off the ground, assuming it had fallen there during their extremely short-lived scuffle. This shift was one of the more subtle ones that Illaria had performed. The first detail to change was the hue of her skin as it slowly faded from a brilliant electrum hue, growing duller by the second as it lightened to a pale white. As her skin changed colours, her facial structure began clicking into place, becoming more refined and delicate in nature. Her lips gained additional curve as they turned a pale shade of red, her chin shifting into a more angular shape. Overall, the Shapeshifter’s body mass rapidly shrunk in size as her torso became much more slender, lacking the built musculature of her Firrerreoan form. Her spine rearranged itself with a snap as the bones were disassembled on a molecular level and reabsorbed before reforming as something else, her short stature becoming apparent. All the while, her hair lengthened and began to appear as if it were melting together under the heat from the twin suns of Tatooine. The strands that had once comprised her waist length blonde hair slowly began to morph in shape and size, eventually shifting to resemble a pair of lekku. The transformation was complete and the Shapeshifter was now a carbon copy of the white twi’lek Jedi lying prostrate on the ground before her. Looking down at herself, she is painted in the most fluorescent of colours, her skin so white that it is nearly translucent.

The Shapeshifter matches the Jedi in every way, right down to the dark headdress that adorns her skull, wrapping around the upper part of her head and extending to cover her ear cones. Ribbons originated from the headdress at the base of her skull and cascaded down around the length of each head tail. Tchun, her left lekku, curled around the base of her neck, riding high just above the curve of her collarbone and neckline of the upper part of the clothing ensemble she was currently mimicking. The top was nothing more than a bit of material that hung from her shoulders and covered all of the essential parts, hugging the base of her sternum. A darker piece of shimmersilk ran diagonally from one shoulder across her chest and hooked to the opposing hip. The skirt that constituted the bottom half of her ensemble merely consisted of two interconnected panels and was slung low across her hips, topped off with a pair of over-the-knee boots.

Tchin, her right lekku rested over her shoulder and spiraled around the front of her torso to curl around her upper arm. Her soft, ivory shoulders were exposed and her forearms covered by layered leather wrapped to encircle them. Both lekku almost twitched imperceptibly with her irritation as she looked upon Harnan with an amethyst gaze. It was as if the elongated eye contact demanded a greater degree of physical separation. It was not the coldness in her eyes that was unsettling, but the intelligence behind them that did it. A battle was currently being fought in the gap between her eyes and Harnan’s.

Only one that you truly loved could be your assassin. To know that another is the tool of one’s greatest pain, that is true heartbreak. Illaria knew she could do far worse with more than a few small words. It was one of the many reasons why she had remained silent about what had occurred between her and Nicademus, though she would eventually accept the consequences of telling Harnan. She was evasive with her fellow Knight of Ren about this whole situation not because she did not feel she could not trust him with this secret. She was evasive because she did not trust him to resist the darkness when it attempted to take hold of him, turning every memory they shared with one another into forgotten lost dreams. “As always, you are hell bent on thinking you know the truth, anyways.” Illaria made a soft noise of frustration then looked at him incredulously, “Do not look at me like that, like you think you can even try….And I do have to honestly ask you why it matters so much to you because you are refusing to give me a straight answer, even now!”

Throwing up her arms in defeat, Illaria stands there and stares at Harnan for a long while before crossing her arms over her chest. A flash of annoyance mars her striking features and she has to actively hold herself back from speaking right this moment. Her emotions are controlling her tongue right now and the Master had taught her better than this. He taught her to not allow her emotions to hijack logical thought and besides, she knew if she spoke now that she would only say things she would rather leave unsaid to Harnan. She would not mean anything that left her lips and that may be what would hurt him the most. Illaria and Harnan had experienced minor disagreements in the past, but it was usually about something far more petty than who the other was currently sleeping with. This was a first for them and somehow she could tell that this time was worse, she was not quite sure that they would be able to learn from this, much less move on. Though, she did not feel as if that were something attributable to herself for she could see the way Harnan looked at her, it was plain as day. His jealousy was what stood in their way.

Watching the way Harnan was so gentle with the Jedi padawan only seemed to irritate Illaria even further as she stood watch and for the moment, staring had become their only form of communication. Illaria knew better. Advertising an emotional bond was just giving the competition a way to break you, so there was no way the Shapeshifter was ever going to admit to Harnan what was actually going on. What she was actually beginning to feel for the man she had been spending so much time with lately.

Then her fellow Knight just had to go and open his mouth yet again. Was he even being serious? The air almost seemed to electrify between them after that, her fuse simmering as she tried to remain composed. “You think this is funny?” Illaria snaps as Harnan makes a smart remark about the effect she has on him each morning, the tips of her lekku tinged pink as her emotions rose to unreachable heights. Clearly, she had been too lax with him. So lax that he could not even handle it when she attempted to set boundaries between them. That was the breaking point of her patience as she expediently closed the distance between them.

The slap was as loud as a clap of thunder, echoing within the silence of the clearing in which they stood. She guessed it stung his face a bit given that it had left a red welt behind. “Do not even try to tell me who I can and cannot be with. Do not try to put limits on my life. Do not try to shackle me to you.” Illaria spoke with a coldness that he would have never heard from her lips before. And just like that, words escaped from her mouth; words that she had never even remotely imagined she would think about her best friend, let alone say aloud. She certainly had a way of not mincing her words. “You and I…” She motioned with her finger between the two of them, her lekku twitching and curling agitatedly. “We…are not together.” Illaria says, her eyes darkening as she emphasizes this point with the shake of her head. “We can never be…No. You know what.” She recomposes herself, straightening her back as she drew herself up and began to step away from him. “No….I am not doing this with you. Not right now.”

But this was an explosion in progress, no reverse gear, no dampeners. Illaria had almost made it. She had almost been able to resist the bait and walk away from him. Sighing heavily, an angry yet sad little smile rested itself on her ruby red lips as she quite suddenly came to a realization. Looking up and shaking her head slightly, the Shapeshifter looked at Harnan darkly. “You are no better than the Jedi.” The Shapeshifter knew immediately from the look in his eyes that her words had hit their mark. She knew his weak spots and deepest secrets – he was an easy target for her. In that instant, their relationship shattered into a million pieces and for once, she was not quite sure anything would ever be the same again. Her inner peace was shattered and now she had scores to settle. Then without warning, she exploded and the sheer rawness of the Force energy that discharged off her body in waves would have been enough to send Harnan flying across the clearing.