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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Apr 5, 2013 6:25:57 GMT -8
*The Nightsister fortress on Dathomir was the settlement of the Nightsisters.*
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Post by Atia on Jul 26, 2013 17:11:32 GMT -8
In the Fortress, chaos was reigning.
The Mother was gone.
Sien'Rha Lestin was scared, angered and lost. For her, the Mistress was the answer to all, and if she was not there to answer, then the Nightsister Mother was the commanding voice. Even if both was there, The mothers will was the will of the Mistress, but none was present. One day Sabbine left with Xan, and they simply never came back.
Atia was gone on some mission, and the only Nightsisters there were Hera and Fa'alen Ven. One who did not care for politics, and one who was only a lowly accolate. Hera was a wild woman while Fa was a child. She did not have the authority to be the voice of the Coven.
Where
Is
The
Mother?
Where is the leadership? Where is the head of the snake? Zadea, Sabbine, Xan, Atia... none were present, all were gone somewher ein the galaxy, while there were Mandalorian battleships in orbit.
Sienn had no choice, as the first of the Banshees, she had to act, it was what was beaten into her, acting. She turned towards the only authority she could. Fa Alen'Ven. Since the mandalorians came in force, Fa turned to those who took care of the military power of Dathomir. The Circle of Queens.
Fa asked permission, sided by Sienn. The two twileks, one purple the other red waited for more then a hour before they were allowed entry. The Circle of Queens, while friends and allies of the Nightsisters were a different governing body still. They had the rights to their own secrets, as the Nightsisters had the right to their own. The Verpine females, intelligent verpine whom heralded the old ways of their race where few females ruled over the slow thinking verpine drones had their own ways, own rules, own laws and own secrecy. Finally, when the two twileks were allowed inside, the two had been irrate and short of temper. Axiety had helped. They had sent a message outworld to reach the Mistress, to call her back, to plead for her presence, and no answer had come. Only the Circle of Queens could defend Dathomir for the Nightsisters for the time being, using their verpine armies.
The Hall of Queens was desinged in Verpine fascion. Technology met an ant hive basically. Holes on the walls and roofs that headed for the domnestical areas of each so called Queen filled the place, lined with computers and their displays. They had assembled in their chairs around a large table in the middle and recieved the so called nightsisters with cold insectile starring.
-Fa Alen'Ven-
"I have come to the Circle of Queens to seek advice and help, I would recieve what you have for me."
Silence threated her as a chilled fist around her heart. Her bravery and self assurence fell with each silenced second. Finally, one of the Queens spoke. She spoke with the voice of all the Queens. Their numbers may be ten, but their voice was one since their thoughts mingled as such.
-Circle of Queens-
"You speak in the name of the Coven, but you bring a slave and a question unspoken. Your voice speaks, but your vishes lack the voice it needs to be heard."
Fa stood, her head hight but her mind in turmoil. She was like an intern set in place of the Executive President of the company. She had to decide wich words to use, or she would be swept aside like Sienn was, a slave of order, not a soverign power as each and every sister should be.
She took to her heart the power of bravery and might of decision and stated the facts.
- Fa -
"The mother is gone, she has been so for a forthnight and no word of her existence has reached our ears since. Her blade is out in the galaxy, unreached or unable to reach, and there is a mandalorian fleet in orbit. I wish your counsel. The galaxy is a game for the coven, but the Matriarchs hound left Dathomirs defences for us, you and I together. I wish your words for what we should do with the mandalorians. Kill or let kill, speak or let be spoken."
*Kill or let kill, Speak or let be spoken. The old ways to say War or Diplomacy. The Coven was set of a dosen or so witches, a power in themselves, but no army. The real military, thanks to the Hound of the Matriarch was the Circle of Queens, commanding the was host of Verpine that resided on Dathomir. If they felt thretened, they had the rights to wage war, with or without the consent of the dathomirians.
For a while, silence followed, and an other of the Verpine females spoke, with the united meaning of the Circle.
-The Circle of Queens-
"True is the Mandalorian threat, and while they have not set foot on Dathomirs soil yet, they have come with a strong purpouse. Seek this purpouse, while we reach the Unwanting Commander. His power will be needed for a leveradge, aggressive or diplomatic. Seek out the commander of this mandalorian force, and take him hostage.
Surely, he is here to seek the mother of Witches, as he has done before."
The Queens spoke true. The Corr has sought the Mother before, and he might do so now too, but why the fleet? Then Fa realised.
Take him hostage.
They took a stand. The Queens would hold a commander of the mandalorians, and defend dathomir if the mandalorians were to try and take him back. Their words hid the real meaning. They would stand with the coven in the defence of Dathomir if it was to come to that.
Listen to the Mandalorian, Speak with the Mandalorian, and HOLD the mandalorian.
She will Meditate on the Queens words later, while waiting for those clad in iron. The single sound of The Ten often meant more then the words themselves.
Fa bowed, in respect, not in submission, and left with the slave Sienn...
It was time to gather the Sisters, and the Banshees. The mandalorians were coming.
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Post by Corr on Jul 28, 2013 16:33:23 GMT -8
Wrong, little sister. The Mandalorians were already here...
The ship cruised on silent repulsors towards the landing platform, a slow and steady approach that had all the poise of a pilot who felt no threat here. The Skipray Blastboat, a sleek and war-like craft, drifted bereft of any defensive measures, weapons idle and shields down. Closer it drew, its hardstands deploying with a grating hiss, its hydraulics venting, before turning slowly to face back the way it came. Its smaller siblings, the four Bes'uliik fighters, buzzed nastily around the platform, as if daring anything to disturb the stately progression of their big brother, charged and ready to explode violent light at anything they deemed a threat. Two contrasts did the blastboat and fighters represent. Nonchalant and alert. Serene and heightened. Relaxed and poised.
Finally, and with a surprisingly soft "thump", the blastboat settled down on the deck, its loading ramp sliding down and out like an extended tongue, ready to release her charge on the rustic witches of Dathomir. The fighters hovered for a moment before they too dropped to the deck, finding spots among the limited space to rest their bosoms. Their canopy's remained closed, their pilots in place, should the need for violence demand their immediate attention, as movement heralded the arrival of the Mandalorian "envoy" to the Nightsisters.
Murad paused at the top of the ramp as his eyes, assisted by the enhanced vision afforded to him by his buy'ce, scanned the area. With a slow and measures pace he strode to the bottom and set his feet on Dathomiri territory, shoulders back against the strange device he carried, chest out with arrogance, as he stated his defiance of their claim of ownership.
He waited, sure that his arrival would soon be met by those that would threaten, whine and remonstrate. Yes, this would be amusing...
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Post by Atia on Jul 28, 2013 17:36:59 GMT -8
Fa gained some confidence from the meeting with the Queens. She sent Sienn to gather the Sisters and the banshees, as she walked her way to the Hall of the Matriarch.
While waiting for the sisters and the banshees, Fa didnt even realise she was breaking the laws of the Mother. No Banshees in the Fortress. It was the effects of the panic she felt. She had never dealt with somehting like this, and with no guidence, with the mothers wisdom gone, she was slipping. At least, she did not do any big damadge thus far.
She checked her datapad, sending an inqury to the fortress scanner array controll to gain some understanding of the situation. She did not like the answer. A huge fleet showed up, and they came in as if they were invited. The shuttle with the heavy escort was sent out before the Dathomiri welcome was, an insult in itself, but she was not in the position to seem provoked. All she had was two orbital defence plantforms and a three ion cannons. Harrassment, not a military force.
The Banshees came in one big group, unsure because they knew they were not supposed to be here, but the will of the mistresses was the will of the mistresses. They chose a corner and got down to their knees, watching fa intently. The women were garbed in combat ware, Granades, E11 blasters, vibroblades and the banshees usual mummy like garb.
The nightsisters walked in one by one, lazily taking places on carpets. Some mingle was expected, since it IS women who meet and even in a society of dark force witches, gossip finds its way to lenghten any task. Mostly nameless NPC-s, but there was also the Sister of the Bow, Hera. The native Dathomiri was an elderly woman whom was greatly respected for her knowledge of the swamps, and its wildlife. She had the honor of herding the dathomiri wildlife around the fortress. She took place closest to Fa, whom sat herself on the stairs leading to the Matriarchs throne.
-Fa-
"Mandalorians have entered our orbit, they brought a significant fleet but has not taken any aggressive actions as of yet. They have sent a small force to the meeting coordinates we have sent them, so it seems they want to talk. The Circle of Queens are ready to defend Dathomir.
Sisters, this may not be news for you, we all get our reports, but what is more grevious news is that the Mother is missing."
Mumbling, angered, questioning, assuring. The sisters didnt know THIS. It was true that the Matriarch did not bother her subjects with every little thing, she was not a dictator although her will held the same power. She had her own agendas and so did the sisters.
But gone? How long? When did you see her last? Why would she? No no, surely, there is an answer, surely, she is allready dealing with the mandalorians. HOW DARE she leave at a time like this? Are you affraid of mandalorians? Dont you think we can deal with it ourselves? Is this a test? Does the Matriarch Test her subjects, beating them against the Mandalorian anvil, forming them into a stronger coven?
Heras voice broke the mumbles.
-Hera-
"Where is your beloved yellow Blademistress, Child? Isnt this what the dog is cept for?"
-Fa-
"She is with the Mandalorians, Sister Hera. She saw the threat in their war against force sensitives, and acted to be in position, if Dathomir would come under attack."
Or so she hoped. In truth, the Hound of Dathomir just said that she is going to visit the mandalorians and that is it. Fa had no idea where she was or what she did, that is why she needed the other sisters and Sienn.
-Hera-
"Isnt that convinient now, huh? Well. She is the Blademistress, hers is the command in war, if the Matriarch can not be reached. Is that why you have called us?"
-Fa-
"Yes Sister. If my tutor was amongst the mandalorians above, I could have contacted her but she is not, and I will need your help to contact her. She may be the key for us to survive this threat, whatever it is."
Agreeing mumbles. Everybody knew that the Circle of Queens and the Verpine army they brought was brought by Atia, and while it WAS an outside power, it was a good assurance for the sisters to know that there is a huge army between them and whatever that would wish them ill. To say the truth, they were thankfull for that now, with the mandalorian threat so close.
-Hera-
"The spell is well known, it is the same as thinking in the head of an other, but with the power of many still. One alone can not reach through the stars, very few own that kind of power, but the coven is one, may they hold hands or be far between. The ritual is simple, but it will need a lot of focus. You will be our conduit, child, because of your closeness to the yellow dog.
Be ready child. The ritual will beginn soon."
And it did. Words of power were said, and songs were sang, mantras, and the force was channeled. Fa followed Heras voice, her guidence and her knowledge of the Nightsister way, and soon, her mind touched with the Yellow Dog... Atia.
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Post by Atia on Jul 29, 2013 2:53:43 GMT -8
The trap was set. WHen corr enters, the comm jammer would set in, and every forceuser would take a limb of his with the force, while the Banshees strip him of weapons and armour and bind him with strong cable. They would then attach the cable to batteries and let the male scream in a steel box with holes for air, occupied by electrons. Teach the little male mandalorian to bring fleets to the Nightsisters doorstep.
They would then exit with an envoy of their own and claim The Corr and The Matriarch has reached an agreement, and of wich part is breeding. They will be at it for a while, but you can start landing in the trade outpost to set up a resupply base.
The plan was good. They would gain time for the Juvex fleets to come and attack the Mandalorians as the planetary ion cannons start pounding, Atia would have saved the day, and the mando threat ends in the shadows...
A woman clad in silken black walks down the steps from the lare double doors that lead inside the fortress. She is unarmed, and is a red twilek. The woman walked over to the envoys and greeted them with words.
-Fa-
"THe one known as Corr Vhett may Enter, the rest are to stay behind. This is the wish of the Matriarch."
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Post by Corr on Jul 29, 2013 4:47:03 GMT -8
Its nice to have dreams yet plans never come off as intended. A good strategist knows to be flexible and ready to improvise for as sure as night follows day, and enemy will be quick to throw a spanner in the works by reading from a different script. The Mandalorian stood there, with a strange contraption containing a sickly-looking reptile draped over his huge shoulders, was not Corr Vhett. Of similar dimensions, and encased in the distinctive armour as he was, it was perhaps of no surprise that the witches mistook Murad for his commander seeing one male much the same as other as they often did. That was the one part of their plan that would fall short.
The second, any use of the Force against him... Well, Murad was not stupid and the Mandalorians intended to use every asset at their disposal in this campaign. Among the planets they controlled was Myrkr, the site of the atrocity that Ashrah had used to fuel this war. Upon Myrkr dwelt a strange little creature with rather extraordinary properties...
"Corr Vhett isn't here, little witch."
The voice of Murad boomed out from his helmets speakers, a deep-sounding bass of words that thrummed in the air between them. He stepped forward to stand before her, left hand casually moving up to pet the mechanism containing the pathetic-looking lizard, a smile creasing his face behind the visor.
"He sends his regards to your Matriarch."
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Post by Atia on Jul 29, 2013 5:02:57 GMT -8
The composure of the red twilek could have been stone. She was thought well by her mistress in that reguard.
The Corr was not here, he either was in orbit or did not come at all, sanding a lapdog in his place. She nodded to his words and closed her eyes.
-Fa-
The Corr is not here.
-Hera-
When the Queen Bee is not in the nest, you have to find what flower the bees are looking for.
Fa nodded and closed the connection to the elderly Nightsister. She was just outside the reach of the petty myrkyrian lizard, wich gained her connection with her sisters just a couple hundred meters away.
-Fa-
"Then only his regrets will enter the fortress. My Matriarch wishes to know why you have gathered a warhost over her world."
Cloths and voice of silk, and compared to what males are used to, this was a healthy change. But a wierd one maybe... only those who have visited before would know. Well, also those who have heard the tales, wich Murad surely have.
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Post by Corr on Aug 10, 2013 13:25:39 GMT -8
Murad inclined his head with a strangely respectful gesture and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.
"Fair enough. Then only his regrets will be offered."
With a diffident air the big man turned and began walking back to his ship.
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Post by Atia on Aug 11, 2013 6:12:45 GMT -8
She had to keep the mandalorian. Her planet depended on it.
-Fa-
"Dont leave, mandalorian, you just arrived. You came here for a reason, maybe one that not even you realise. You are fighting Forcelings, forcelings have tricks no sensor nor organs can fathom. Jedi? No... I see..."
She closed her eyes and reached a hand towards the mandalorian, as if she was sensing something in the force.
She also watched the HNN...
-Fa-
"A burning city... a desiese spreading... a woman in danger in a cloth of armour, she smells of Corr Vhett, but not born, loved... and Jedi, jedi looking for answers, plans, but not in their head, but that of the Ironclad."
Tauve was burning, she had known it from the HNN, and the desiese part was only an educated guess. The Woman in danger? Corr Vhetts woman? She WAS in danger. The Banshees were looking for her. And jedi meditate too freaking much. They look for answers in the force, and sometimes, they actually gain such.
The mandalorians will learn soon weather this is true or not
She opened her eyes.
-Fa-
"You want to stage your attacks from here, if not, you would have attacked us allready. We want to survive... as we will, as we have always done, Mandalorian. You can try to start bombarding but we will become rats in holes, and you wont find us. But, we have never crossed paths and drawn guns before... and we wont have to.
We can help you in ways you havent imagined yet. Stay, let us talk."
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Post by Corr on Aug 11, 2013 6:26:47 GMT -8
He stopped and smiled, his back to the woman. So much like children these Nightsisters. Offer them a bit of candy they don't like and watch them refuse. Threaten to take the same candy away and watch them howl in dismay. He turned slowly, his expression once more neutral and folded his arms.
"Fair enough, little witch. So talk."
He gave every impression of one who was willing to stand here and debate the ins and outs of the galaxy while the world moved on around him. Indeed, Murad had turned stoicism into an art form.
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Post by Atia on Aug 11, 2013 6:45:59 GMT -8
She closed her eyes for a moment.
-Fa to Sienn-
Sienn, get me a table, two seats and whatever drinks you can get from my sisters.
She wasnt Atia, she did actually negotiate for her and her sisters lives now. She scrounged up all her focus and all her thoughtpower to formulate her words as best as she could, she DID mean to help.
-Fa-
"I am called Fa, not little witch. I wouldnt want to call you Ironclad either, if you would give your name."
*She gave him pause then continued.*
-Fa-
"The jedi are meditating, looking for answers in the force, scouring the galaxy for the plans of mandalorians. I am sure that The Corr is safe, but there are those that are not, and their minds may reveal your plans. You did well by coming here, Dathomir can mask this presence, can hinder the farseeing of the jedi... but only if WE allow it.
You will need supplies if you want to stage any attacks from here. You will also be allowed to land on the Merchant Outpost, and make it yours. We have capable healers that can take care of your wounded, and you may refuel your ships on our stations if you so wish.
And... we can see in the force too, you know. May I ask why you started this war? Is this because of the slight on your honor several thousands of years ago?"
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Post by Corr on Aug 11, 2013 7:15:09 GMT -8
Murad smiled, or sneered. It was debatable which a both expressions appeared the same. His eyes glinted at her words, finding humour in her attempts to sell her peoples worth to him.
"Would you fight for us too, little witch?"
He replied, ignoring her offer of a more intimate form of address. Her questions met with a curious stare, as if he wasn't sure whether they were expecting of an answer or rhetorical. The way she answered her own question with a question, referring to the ancient wars his people had waged, suited his purpose in this endeavor. Let the witches think that was the reason, he thought smugly, his expression drawn and guarded to portray the image that she had stumbled upon an answer that he was unwilling to give. Safe in the force bubble the little lizard on his shoulder supplied he was confident in his ability to deceive, or in this case allow her to deceive herself.
He held his silence, the old adage springing to mind. An adage that perhaps this witch should employ...
"Its better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to open ones mouth and have it confirmed..."
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Post by Atia on Aug 12, 2013 14:22:04 GMT -8
She raised an eyebrow. It wasnt as dramatic because twileks kinda lacked such.
"The great Mandalrian Empire need witches to fight their wars? I thought that big fleet was there for that reason... besides, we look hidios as canon fodder."
But she needs to remind him that he needs her and her coven.
"You are in a war, Ironclad. A war fought not only with swords and blasters. You could need some cards in your sleeves, and we are one of those.
It is always better to have something, then need it when its gone."
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Post by Corr on Aug 12, 2013 16:15:55 GMT -8
Murad kept his expression deadpan while inside he was highly amused. Her desperation to make her and her people useful was comical in the extreme. Yet it still did not explain why he was having this conversation with her and not Sabine. It was a bit of a conundrum due to the fact that Sabine surely knew that her presence would certainly facilitate this process to the benefit of her people. Hell, she could likely make demands of him that he wouldn't be able to refute. He wasn't Corr and, even though she had forsaken her culture of birth, Sabine still technically outranked him.
His lip twitched, a reaction that she may or may not have noticed due to its miniscule nature. It was so hard to keep an impartial face in the light of the oddness of the situation. Still, maintain the facade he did, lifting a hand to pat the Ysalimiri mockingly as he spoke.
"We have these, little witch. What good is your Force with them around?"
Of course he knew there were variad and myriad uses to the Force that the strange creatures from Myrkrr wouldn't guard them against but that was irrelevant. The vode accepted the fact that their enemies would have powers that they could not match in certain area's and were ready to meet such with specialties of their own. No. He was content to see how far the Dathomiri were willing to go to save their skins.
"He also thought to himself as to their possible uses in the coming conflicts. As insurgents. As spies. Hell, even a way to link communications between forces cut of from conventional means. Their sorcery could indeed be a boon to them, provided they could be trusted to comply."
He held his tongue for now, letting her sit with his last statement for a moment and gauging her reaction to his indifference.
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Post by Atia on Aug 13, 2013 15:42:14 GMT -8
Behind the Nightsister, the great door opened, the newly made great door. Two banshees walked out with wooden chairs, one with a dark wooden table and a thrid with a tray holding a bottle and two glasses. These banshees, all clad in the same dark purple mummy garb as their commander did when she met Corr. Many of them were yellow...
Fa herself smiled.
-Fa-
"You base your confidence in a fragile and homesick creature?
I would like to see you filling your fleet with those. It would look a lot more like a wondering zoo.
I wonder how one of the Ironclad cleans lizardspillings, does he stain his armour or not?"
She was going to ask witch of them cleaned this one but decided that the mandalorian proppably got the point.
She stopped smiling as the table arrived and was set down between the two with the chairs and the tray.
-Fa-
"Sit, drink. One of the sisters make this from herbs and fungi."
She waited for him to sit down while taking a sip from the dark black liqour through her cup to show that it is not poison. She never touched the mouth of the bottle.
-Fa-
"You cant treat long term wounds mid combat. YOur wonded and needed aid personel can land with a reasonable guard at the Trade Outpost. You will need it, the squatters have poor defences against the jungle. Do with the squatters as you please.
Nobody may go beyond the borders of Trade Outpost.
You may ask one favor, five questions and recieve seven answers."
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Post by Corr on Aug 22, 2013 6:38:16 GMT -8
When asked to sit and drink he did neither. He would not sully himself with some heathen hippy drink of soft-ass ingredients. Neither would he perpetrate the image of a nice little civilised tea party sit-down. Instead he turned slightly and walked the few paces to the edge of the platform upon which they were. His gaze took in the expanse of jungle below, the blaze of the sun setting over the horizon, images of the fiery inferno that would come about should he need to wipe this place clean of the stench of Arasuum.
He spoke without turning, a curious lilt in his voice as he rolled his eyes at the cryptic riddles this child seemed to be amused by.
"So... what exactly are you offering, ad'ika?"
He turned and faced her fully, folding his arms across his massive chest.
"A favour we have, even though you lacked the power to prevent it. Questions you have answered, knowingly or not. Still... If you wish to offer seven answers I will oblige you by asking you to answer only one...."
His eyes narrowed with intent.
"Where is Sabine Vessler?"
This poor creature could not have known that he had grown up with Corr and Sabine. Could not know that he knew the Matriarch of the Nightsisters. Could not know that he expected her to be at the forefront of any such negotiations as to the fate of her people, not to mention the fact that she would likely wish to see him for herself. I she wasn't present then she likely wasn't here, and that posed an interesting question for him and for Corr...
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Post by Atia on Aug 22, 2013 6:57:34 GMT -8
She closed her eyes, not because she contacted anybody, she could now feel that little skinboots abbility on her... no force... she felt like dead inside.
She felt even more dead when the Ironclad asked his last question. She started with the questions she could answer.
-Fa-
"One favor, it can not be trivial, we are not YOUR dogs. It can neither be a suecide mission, and we will deem it appropriate. Dont worry, there are things we can do you Ironclad cant.
The questions should be anything, as long as it is not about the Coven or Dathomir. Our dealings are our dealings, and none of your concern, but we will answer any of your five questions. If you want to know the price of milk on anobis, we will tell you. If you want to know the military and forceling strenght of a jedi hold, we will tell you. It is your questions, you may ask them as you wish, but you only have five, and only five answers will be given.
The two extra answers are given freely, they are answers we find usefull for you, and yours.
As for the mother, it is a question about the coven, and I will not answer it."
Her last sentence came from the ones before. She couldnt answer what she did not know and she would not tell about the covens weaknesses to this mandalorian.
She suspected he wouldnt seat with her, and it didnt annoy her much. The offer was offered, it was to the mandalorian to take it or no. She was calm, and did not fear her own death. What she did fear, is the death of her sisters.
The city shield was ready to be activated in a moments notice, she knew that, but a war with that fleet at this time would be devestating... and... the mother WAS gone.
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Post by Corr on Aug 22, 2013 7:18:27 GMT -8
He held his silence, held it for a few moment longer than was likely comfortable or socially acceptable. His dark eyes glared at her, neither depicting anger nor frustration. Calm nor understanding. It was a neutral expression and one that somehow portrayed the impression that he knew she would evade his question. Knew that she lacked the courage to answer her ignorance. Impression, mind you. He didn't know such things. He sought to allow her to think he knew more than she did, a tactic that would be helped by her inability to feel him through her sorcery. Indeed, stepping forward and putting her inside the Ysalmiri's bubble, cutting off her connection with her sisters perhaps, would further her sense of "less than" he hoped.
Finally he shrugged, breaking the silence with his gruff voice, nonchalantly continuing as if he had always intended this outcome.
"Fair enough. You will assemble a team capable of espionage on a Jedi world. You will answer questions on the force and the best ways to counter any techniques the Jedi may employ..."
Bold demands perhaps, but she did ask.
"You will also answer, truthfully, as to any contact you or your kin currently have with the Jedi, or individual Jedi..."
An artfully constructed hesitation followed before he spoke again.
"Lastly you will give me your views on the Sith and where they will likely stand in the coming storm."
None of what he had asked was essential, or in fact needed. The ability to stage from here and to hold this point was all they needed. The fleet had likely jumped by now, leaving only enough ships to mount a defense of the system. Should the Nightsisters ally with them then what was in orbit would be bolstered by any defenses the Dathomiri had, as well as freeing them up from an annoying and costly battle here. His goal was to get consent, or at least compliance. Everything else was a boon, a rewarding one too by the looks of it.
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Aug 22, 2013 7:48:45 GMT -8
Fa nodded.
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"I will have to consult the coven on weather we have any contact with jedi. I will answer you as soon as I have a conclusive answer. As for battling jedi powers, you will have to be more exact. Same for wich world you wish to be watched.
As for the sith, we will look to the stars and present an answer when we have found one."
She poured and drank of the liquid given. The thing was the foulest and strongest swamp moonshine they could find and she regreted the choice at once. It was foul tasting and strong. She held back a cough and manadged a sigh instead, thankfully, she was allready red of skin and could not be even redder.
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"You should keep an envoy here, for further communication."
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Corr
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Post by Corr on Sept 19, 2013 1:06:18 GMT -8
He sneered at her mysticism, finding such reliance on fleeting impressions repulsive.
"If the stars don't answer your pleas as to the Sith then an opinion will do..."
He nodded once, a sharp dip of his head that seemed more like an attack than a gesture.
"I will remain as envoy and will take up residence at the outpost..."
He grinned, again the expression looking more menacing than humourous, and reached up to pat the nutrient frame draped over his massive shoulders.
"... as will my pets."
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Corr Vhett - puts the "Laughter" in "Manslaughter".....