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Post by Atia on Sept 19, 2013 3:52:37 GMT -8
She raised an eyebrow. This was not as effective as it would be if she ACTUALLY had an eyebrow.
-Fa-
"There was a sith base on ryloth not long ago. It was destroyed by twileks, dressed a lot like..."
She pointed at the Banshees who have brought out the chairs and beverages
-Fa-
"That...
The sith are as usual disorganised, and when you have time and effort, you can scatter them like gees."
A devious smile extended on her lovely face.
-Fa-
"That was one question answered."
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Post by Corr on Sept 28, 2013 14:59:51 GMT -8
He barked out a short laugh at her naive statement concerning the Sith, finding her opinion somewhat optimistic and rash. His amusement gave way to suspicion, a frown alighting his face before the scowl developed fully. He paced forward, closing the distance between them and firmly placing her in the nullifying effects of the creature on his shoulder.
"Don't be stupid. The Sith aren't nearly as disorganised as you probably think, little witch. Deception and misdirection are their tools, and I'm sure they would be happy that the rest of the galaxy is underestimating the threat they pose..."
He snarled then turned away, gaze drifting away from her to peer out over the surrounding forests. The jagged hills to the south gave way to great plains that spread out before them, a dramatic vista to say the least. He voice came again, softer this time, as if musing to himself.
"But not us... Any who manifest the Force are a threat worth taking into account, especially those guilty of the crime of abuse. Excess in their -gifts- make them far more dangerous than their Jedi counterpart. Their vengeful nature making them an animal best exorcised with a rapid killshot and eradicated with the holy fires of Kad himself..."
He continued to stare off into space, hand gripping the hilt of the savage looking beskad at his hip. He appeared to have forgotten she was there, or perhaps didn't give a shit. As far as he was concerned that was all he needed from her, and was not willing to play her childish game of riddled answers.
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Post by Atia on Sept 29, 2013 16:17:04 GMT -8
She srugged dissmissively.
-Fa-
"You asked a question, and you demanded a hasty answer. Ironclad, dont be stupid. You made chaos in this galaxy, larger then any I have seen, allthough I am still a young pup. Sith thrive on chaos... they will have a hand in the game, dont worry, they will always."
She stood up. She felt the discussion was over, and she wanted to get out of this force field. She wanted to get away from his subtle threats, she wanted to get away from the urge to make the male kneel or die trying. He wanted to bug her, and gods damnit, he succeeded. She was just hoping she was driving him to madness too. Seemed like it. He was staring right off into the horison.
He better not be acessing real estate prices...
-Fa-
"If you have nothing else, I am sure you have a lot of unpacking to do. One last thing. Never leave the bounds of the outpost. Any of you. The woods are sacred to Witch and sister. Many take that seriously."
Give a pridefull man a gift, and he will take it suspiciously. Give a pridefull man a warning, and he will go against it...
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Post by Corr on Sept 29, 2013 17:51:59 GMT -8
He turned back to face her, an amused look to his weathered face and mouth twitching into a lopsided smile. He waved his hand dismissively, brushing her cautionary words aside casually as he spoke.
"Understood, kid..."
He adopted a serious face and executed a remarkably respectful bow, seeming to pull off the maneuver in a courtly manner despite his heavy armour. He straightened and nodded his head once to her.
"By your leave...?"
He gestured towards his ship and raised a questioning eyebrow. Now their game was at an end there was no reason they couldn't be civil. Right? >_>
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Post by Atia on Sept 30, 2013 6:08:03 GMT -8
Fa executed a perfect curtsy, regal as if she was a queen. She watched the mandalorian leave with a composed face, but when she was sure they were out of her sight, she frowned. She didnt stop frowning untill she got back to the fortress and her sisters. Hera allready waited for her by the door. The old native sister took her by the hand at once and took her to the Matriarchs throne room. A circle hall with two chairs in the middle and the sisters sitting by the walls. A throne by the north side, empty.
Fa told them everything, every word, every impression she had taken off the mandalorian. Finally they all sat in silence. It was Hera that broke it.
-Hera-
"DO we have any connections to jedi, child?"
-Fa, nodding-
"Yes, elder. The Bloodhound planted a Banshee with the corellians. Since we couldnt get a contact to Yavin, we think they are being jammed. No comms go through. We sent number five to corellia so we can contact them without comms. We should contact her soon."
-Hera-
"Good. You will send a team of your banshees to Yavin in that technological wonder sitting in the hangar. It should make the trick. Let it drop the banshees and get it back here unnoticed. You however will seek sith. If we manadge to give him actual information on sith, we buy ourselves time, seem usefull."
-Fa-
"As you command, Elder."
Things were bad. Really bad. The mandalorians could decide to start a full glass-the-planet operation. Sure, the city shields go up as soon as weapons charge on those fleets were confirmed, but help was far away. Wit would win this war.
-Hera-
"Good. Now, we will contact your Banshee in corellia. The mandalorian fleets have jumped. Give the jedi a heads up."
This took Fa as a surprise, but she did as wished. She was the only one who knew how number five looked like, how she was. Atia had gotten her to know all the banshees on Juvex, just for these occasions. Its easyer to contact someone you knew. The ritual commenced.
---Continue on Corellia, Jedi Accademy, Dining hall---
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2014 18:05:55 GMT -8
Koratas hangs red in the cloudless night sky, her three sister moons with her, when Usha, my Rancor mount, and I reach the fortress. Home. I do not bring Usha to the Rancor Cave immediately, instead riding atop her a little way into the forest to the small cove I found not long after I first arrived, exiled from the Dreaming River Clan, in what feels now was a lifetime ago. I felt a half-dead thing then, bereft of identity and purpose, wandering aimlessly, numb to all around me; it was here among my Sisters I was made whole, reforged, granted a new identity and purpose to replace what had been lost when my twin died.
The cove is as I remembered it, the waterfall pouring with a muted rush into a pool surrounded on all sides by the lush, green trees that, now, are black or, where the light of Koratas falls through the canopy of their leaves, dark red like the waterfall and the surface of the pool. I dismount and walk to the edge of the pool, sitting and looking down upon the surface of pool at my reflection, smiling when the rippling from the falls breaks it into two and, for a moment, it is as though I can see my twin reflected beside me. Though so much time has passed that her loss does not pain me as acutely as it once did, the dull ache at the center of me persists, will always be there at the empty space her passing left within me, a part of me as she was part of me.
Closing my eyes, lips moving soundlessly as I silently chant the words that will marshall the magicks of the spirit realm, I pass my hand over the inky red surface of the pool in the necessary patterns and picture Atia in my mind, wanting to see if I can see where my Sister is and see if she is well. I feel the magicks flowing towards me, answering my summons, like a warm breeze, and when I open my eyes see the mists drifting lazily from the surface over which I wove the invisible patterns with my hands swirl and dance briefly like a candle flame before they part and the surface of the pool becomes as still as a mirror. Continuing my chant, I look into the mirror I have made and wait for it to reflect what the magicks will allow me to see. At first I think the surface is black and blank, but then, leaning closer, see that it is not the surface that I see but the vastness of space, a sea of stars. As I look the sea of stars gives way to an ocean-like expanse of sand, dunes cresting like waves, granules of sand blowing from the dunes in the winds like froth from waves. I know that sea of sand, have walked upon it before. The sands seem to swirl as I watch, and then are blown as if by a wind, revealing at last a glimpse of that I sought to see: Atia, clothed in purple and carrying a staff made from three interwoven branches and a basket. The image does not last long, the mists rushing back over the silent waters as the magicks, having granted me the ability to see what is so far from me briefly, swirl and dance about me and then depart as my hands become still and I cease the chant that had commanded them. Brief the glimpse of my Twi'lek Sister may have been, but it was enough; I know my Sister is well, felt that she has grown far stronger since last we walked together.
Standing then, I undress and walk forward into the pool, diving deep when I am at the center to submerge myself in it's depths and wash my wanderings through the forest from me. After I have bathed, I dress and ride Usha into the Rancor Cave, singing my thanks to her for having journeyed with me before leaving to enter the Fortress to sleep.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2014 19:01:22 GMT -8
Waking, I mentally prepare for my journey while stretching - if my vision was true, and I have no reason to suspect that it was not, I will find Atia over or on the world with the twin suns and sea of sand; though as I know not why she is there or what games she may playing while there, I cannot risk upsetting those games by traveling openly as a Nightsister. Jedi travel the sea of stars with relative impunity, and have been known to keep strange bedfellows, and so I will be a Jedi - I still have in my possession the lightsaber and garb of a Jedi that I wore when Atia and I infiltrated the Jedi's temple on Coruscant - slipping in and out of identities something that my Sister Atia has taught me well.
It is my custom to spar with Theia before breaking my fast for the day, and so, costumed as a Jedi, I go to meet her. "Good morning, dear Theia, I say with a warm smile when entering the training room, Today we will be sparring in our flying metal box, I explain, as we sail the sea of stars, bound for Tatooine where I hope to meet with Atia. We travel covertly, I continue, so gather what you need and meet me in our box of metal." I trust that Theia can choose her own identity, not suggesting that she adopt the same guise as I, and after we discuss what other preparations need be made, we part company - I to see that the box is fueled and supplied, she to set her affairs in order and prepare for our journey - to meet in the metal box when ready to disembark from Dathomir. . .
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Post by Atia on Oct 21, 2014 10:05:03 GMT -8
As usual, Wiko found her Banshee Slave in the training room, on her knees, with the morning tea ready. THe weapons were neatly set out on a table, alongside the medkits and beverages. She had been a very good servant and help these few months, and even in her free time, she was making sure the Last Vargaari was in tip top shape (as much as one could claim that about that heap of junk).
In truth, Theia loved it. She had taken in the philosophy of the Crucible. She believed in a world of piece, where slaves live with only care for their masters or mistresses. A world where masters cared for their slaves the same as the slaves took care of them. Where life was simple. She was a soldier of that cause, figting for a safe life for all slaves, and was a revenging spirit of all those that had been wronged. She came from a bad home, a bad master, like many of her sisters.
And she loved this ship. It represented those bad masters that she hated, and it was deeply filled with irony. Now, a slave with power and strenght flew it, instead of being meat shields in the bubbles. She loved to just lay in those bubbles and watch the stars.
So, when she was not serving Wiko, she was knee deep in machine oil and hands full of tools.
Staying on Dathomir was one of the best times of her life.
And now, it ended. A new adventure was to follow.
She simply nodded a "yes mistress" and packed. She packed her mistresses things, hygine kits, cloths, then food but let her Mistress pack her own personal things and weapons. She packed her own, weapons and Banshee attire, gear. Then, she packed THEIR things. Weapons for training, datapads with books and educational software, medical gear, tools for the ship... and then, she chose a new identity.
She was Dail Dada, spacer. When Wiko found her on the ramp of the Last Vargaari clothed in studded leather pants, a blaster on her hip, white Shirt with a cleavege and a khaki west filled with pockets. She would be her Jedi Masters trusty companion, chaufeaur, and sidekick. That way it wouldnt be wierd when Wiko issued orders and others heard it.
the rest will come as time goes.
-Theia-
"Greetings master jedi, I am Dail Dada, your squir and hireling. This is my ship, the Last Vargaari."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2014 18:49:44 GMT -8
Of those Jedi I have seen many walk with their hands clasped behind their backs, spines straight and shoulders back as though they were members of some oh so very solemn religious order, their demeanor often tending towards the still and becalmed as though they under the influence of a tranquilizing agent; and so, taught by Atia that the surest way to ensure I am in character when it is paramount that I be so - a lesson that my dear Theia has apparently learned, and learned well herself - is to inhabit it completely at all times until the guise is no longer needed, I inhabit it now as, bowing with the stiff formality of those Jedi I have seen, I say in a tranquil voice, "And a fine vessel she is, Ms. Dada. I am Master Agnelli, but you may call me Nereza. Lifting my right arm to motion up the boarding ramp, I say, After you," and follow her inside and to the cockpit.
I know how to fly this metal box that my Theia loves, she has taught me well, and though I could pilot it if necessary, I know how much pleasure Theia derives from it - much, I imagine, as I do when riding Usha - and so, pushing the sides of the hooded robe I wear back from my legs, take the co-pilot's seat, which, in any event, also fits the roles we will playing. Setting our course into the hyperdrive as Theia brings the metal box to life, I ask, "How long will the journey to Tatooine take once we are underway?"
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Post by Atia on Oct 22, 2014 11:52:48 GMT -8
-Theia-
"Sure, Nerii, feel yourself at home."
Spacers and cute nicknames were like a hand to a glove. They walked past the middle loading bay, where the Banshees sleep in the loading trunks and nieches along the walls, if any are present, then strait for the Cockpit. Theia threw herself into the Captain seat, and started up the computers, wich would start up the ship itself. Then, she pianoed on the keyboard, playing a tune that summoned something that would be the "GPS" of a spacer. A traveling planner. There, the quasi exact time and space traveled was shown. Seeing as I have no idea how long it would actually take, it is left to the immagination.
-Theia-
"There it is, boss lady. We have time to prepare for whatever awaits us there, so dont worry your serene little head."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2014 19:52:46 GMT -8
I smile, making sure it is a serene smile of course, when Theia tells me not to worry, her new persona an amusing one that will undoubtedly make our trip enjoyable no matter what lays ahead for us, and answer calmly and tranquilly, "Very good Ms. Dada."
My work with the hyperdrive complete for the moment, I assume another pose I think of as Jedi-like - resting my left hand beneath my chin with a reflective and calm expression on my face - as our flying metal box lifts off at Theia's command, soaring upward through the sky as we set out for the sea of stars we shall sail upon . . .
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2015 20:05:18 GMT -8
Our metal box lands, and I feel relief at the prospect of having earth and dirt and mud beneath my feet once more after my sojourn in the box as it sailed on the sea of stars and in the in-between; relief that i will be able to breath fresh air once more after the recycled and stale air that sustained me when inside the box; and relief that I will be among my Sisters once more - relief even though I know that some of my Sisters, having grown accustomed to the power they have gathered to themselves as Atia has been away on her errands, will not be relieved to see that I return with our long absent Sister. Let them pout at their lost petty gains in status; none possess the vision Atia possesses, none possess the ability to lead us now that our Matriarch has gone, and I truly doubt that any possess the courage or foolishness to try and wrest from Atia what is hers by rights - the right of our Matriarch's closest, most able, and most trusted Sister, and the right of ability and vision as well. Nor is Atia without those who, like me, would see her assume our Matriarch's place - should any fools find their courage and try to avert what I have seen in dreams and scrying pools will be, must be, why then they will find me and those like me that have seen and dreamed standing in between them and their aims; I would not wish to fight Sister against Sister, but will if must be to see that what I have seen comes to pass.
The need to pretend to be what I am not long past, I walk down the boarding ramp dressed in Verne and Kamurith skin, clad as I most often am here on Dathomir. I feel the eyes of my Sisters on me and Theia - eyes curious, or hopeful, or envious, or cautious - and look for the only pair of eyes that concern me at the moment. Hera and I exchange no words, only glances, and yet I answer the question she had bid me find an answer to with the exchange all the same; telling her without words that it is my belief that Atia still holds her Sisters and Dathomir foremost in her heart, that she has not fallen into the pit Hera had feared may have opened before her while away.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2015 4:17:08 GMT -8
The Gunships stayed low to the tree tops as they flew ahead of the main force, with Satish eager to begin wrecking some desctruction by bringing down the shield generator, which would allow them to bomb the outer defences from orbit, since the particular shield generator in use only protected against orbital strikes. As they passed over the fortress, the gunships small and nimble enough to slip through the defences, they made a steep climb into the air, before the doors swung open as they reached a certain altitude. Satish was the first to leap out, followed closely by General Sona, and finally the Metal Shapers and Combustion Shapers, who worked in tandem to ensure their safe descents. Satish used a combination of wind shaping to slow his descent and earth shaping to raise a small platform to land upon, the glow of his tattoo's changing in accordance with the shaping style he used.
Satish's tattoo's and eyes then turned to a red glow as he started hurling balls of fire at the verpine drones and group of nightsister hunters that had converged to meet them. He smiled at the coming onslaught, as he signalled the Combustion Shapers to get about their work of finding the shield generator, with a pair of Metal Shaper's following them. His tattoo's returned to a brown colour, as he slammed his fist into the platform, causing it to crash into the ground and create a shockwave that rippled out from his position, shaking the foundations of a couple nearby buildings that proceeded to collapse around the Shapers. But it did little to disuade the Nightsisters and their Verpine warriors, who merely climbed and jumped over the piles of wreckage, eager to meet their demise at the hands of the Master Shaper.
A few minutes passed, before a large explosion could be heard from far off, before the shield protecting the fortress fell, and cannon fire fell from the sky upon the defences, allowing the main force to break through and crush the defending force. Satish watched as the Nightsisters suddenly pulled back, trying to pull back deeper into the citadel, whilst the Shaper's marched on tirelessly, cutting down Verpine and Nightsister alike. Suddenly, the loud roars of the Nightsisters Rancors could be heard off in the distance, quickly answered by those of the Witches of Dathomir who had joined the fight. Ebony appeared almost out of nowhere, staff in hand, as she walked up and stopped next to him, Satish not once looking away from the Fortress before him
Managed to convince your sisters to fight I see?
Only those within my own clan, but they are more than capable of repelling the Nightsisters, with the help of your Shaper's of course...
You sure you're up for involving yourself in what is about to happen? I am about to slaughter the nightsisters...
This is justice! Too long we have been forced to submit to their rule. Too long have we allowed their darkness to fester. I will not falter on my course, especially if I plan to unite my sisters under one banner. Do not question my resolve...
Satish turned towards Ebony, before turning her to face him as he placed his hand beneath her chin and forced her head back as his lips met hers in a deep kiss, cutting it off a few seconds later as he pulled his head back a little and looked down at her, his free hand ever so close to grabbing at her provocatively exposed chest. The temptation to take her there and then was strong, and she would have been powerless to resist him, but he knew there was far too much riding on the line to give into his desires right now, and so he removed his hand from beneath her shin and winked, whilst she caught her breath, processing just what had happened as she pulled her hood back on
It wont happen again Matriarch.
Good... Let's get this over with.
By your leave...
Satish motioned to General Sona, before thr group moved out, heading further into the Fortress to find the circle of queens, since once they were felled, the Verpine Drone's would be all but lost. Shaper's were increasingly appearing arround Satish and his group, whilst the corpses of the enemy became more abundant, Ebony not even flinching as they passed by the carnage. They had walked some distance, before Satish signalled the group to stop when a single Female Zabrak blocked their path, her horns sticking out through the hood she wore and her lightsaber ignited. He took a few steps forward as he studied her, wondering just what this woman thought she hoped to accomplish, when suddenly she looked up and noticed him. She extinguished her blade and strode forward, before taking a knee before Satish, bowing her head to him
You are the one they call Satish yes?
I am... Why have you saught me out? Do you think you are able to kill me alone? Many before you have tried, and all have failed...
I am not that foolish... No, I have come to pledge myself, body and soul, to your service, and that of the Matriarch Shadowwalker. You are a strong opponent, and only a fool would try and resist you...
Satish had expected there to be those unwilling to die for the nightsisters clan, but for one to appear so early on, and so willing to prostrate herself before Ebony, that was a surprise. He had no doubt she had already realized that the battle was lost, and was hoping to get in early enough so that she might gain favour with the conquerors, and if he suspected correctly, she would ask to be named the new Clan Mother. Indeed, he would need to name a new leader, to ensure those few he left alive would stay in line, so that he would have some prizes of war to parade before any nightsisters that might appear in the future, hoping to retake their place. He then turned and looked towards Ebony, who was already exmaning Lithia, undoubtedly weighing up the same situation he had just moments ago, before she lifted her gaze to meet his for a brief moment, as she then looked upon Lithia again
To pledge your entire being to me and my husband, that is not something we will take lightly... Are you really willing to pledge yourself to our every whim, no matter what it is?
Is it not the place of the weak to serve those who are strong, so that they might learn from their betters and reform their ways?
True enough. As they say, not all who wander, are beyond redemption. Perhaps you too can be turned from the darkness... Certainly such an act should not go unrewarded, would you not agree? Perhaps the position of Clan Mother would be suitable...
Satish quickly turned his attention to Lithia just before Ebony mentioned making her Clan Mother, and for the briefest of seconds, he noticed a smile cross her face, but just as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared again. He turned back to Ebony, who had also noticed the smile, and gave her a nod, quite proud of her move to suggest it first
Only if you should think me worthy... I would not fail either of you.
I'm counting on it. Very well, I name you Lithia Moonstalker, Clan Mother of the Nightsisters. She's yours now...
Rise...
Lithia raised her head, before standing her he full height, which still brought her just shorter than Satish, before he grabbed her neck and pulled her in close, his lips mashing against hers as he savoured her taste. She put up no resistance, even as his free hand crept up her chest, slipping up underneath the straps across her chest and groping her left breast, eliciting a moan from her as she submitted to his will. As he deepened the kiss, he flattened his hand upon her breast whilst his tattoo's and eyes turned a blood red, before Lithia felt a strange mark being etched into her flesh, the pain only serving to exhilarate her more.
When the mark was done, he removed his hand and let her go, allowing her to straighten her self up whilst he admired the first amongst his new conquests. She would serve him well, her loyalty guaranteed by his mark which was now permanently etched upon her breast, and would kill her, should she ever betray him or Ebony. With his desires sated for now, his attention returned to the matter at hand, as he leveled his gaze upon Lithia, who would now serve as a valuable source of information
Where are the Queens?
I shall lead you to them Master...
He nodded, giving his approval, before she started to lead the way, with the Shapers following close behind. Ebony returned to Satish's side, certain she had made the right choice to spare Lithia, even if she had sought the total eradication of the Nightsisters to begin with. It wasn't long, before Lithia brought them to a building guarded by a contingent of Nightsisters, whom were tasked with ensuring the survival of the Verpine Queens. The Shaper's attack was swift, and they easily over powered the defenders, before Satish busted in the door of the building and made his way in to where the Queens were gathered, huddling in the dark in hopes they might survive.
He then nodded to Lithia, who ignited her lightsaber, bathing the room in a blood red glow, before she beheaded every last one of the queens. With the queens dead, the Verpine Drones became helpless, making them easier targets for the shaper's to mow down, before their attention was turned fully upon the nightsisters alone. Many struggled until the end, but the day was lost now that their main army had been defeated, leaving only a small force left to fight against the Shaper horde, causing some nightsisters to surrender themselves since escape was impossible
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Post by Te'oma Ordo on Jan 20, 2016 18:33:26 GMT -8
*The small Mandalorian fighter had entered atmosphere, and upon reaching the hemisphere and area of the Citadel, its young pilot notice that an unusual smoke was rising from the Citadel, and she gets the strong gut feeling that something was critically wrong. She breaks off from the Fortress, and heads her ship low just over the tree tops and lands in a clearing barely wider then the fighter itself was, one she'd often used before in her time with the Sisters. She secures her ship, and down the ramp to it, a young woman the age of 20 walks down it, she was dressed in a rancor hide vest, and black and violet fighting pants and shirt beneath the vest that hugged her curves. Her long silver hair was done up in a bun on the back of her head. She had her weapons attached to her belt, her metallic tail flicked back and forth behind her. She muttered a few words quietly to someone in the ship, as she reached the bottom of the ramp, and her Rancor walks heavily down the ramp which creaks and groans at the creatures weight, her Bull Rancor was clad in armour plates that she had designed for it. She stroked her hand on his leg as she looks up at him.*
Something is wrong Thathclor... Atia would never cause that much smoke to roil from the Fortress under normal circumstance...
*She jumps up and onto the saddle which she'd also designed herself and runs her hand with a clear affection for her Rancon upon his head as she looks out into the trees, she bites her lip softly as she scanned the trees around their ship.*
We'll just have a quick look around through these trees.... O'ya Thathclor.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2016 19:52:37 GMT -8
Whilst the last of the resistance was dealt with at the Jedi Enclave and Star Temple, the nightsisters that had surrendered to the Shaper's were rounded up and brought to the great throne room of the Fortress, where Ebony was seated upon the throne of the nightsisters, with Satish standing to her right, whilst Lithia stood to her left. With such a display of strength from the three leaders, it was no surprise, that when given the choice between serving Lithia and being marked, or choosing a swift death and being burned upon the pyres, to forever be forgotten by history, that a half dozen of them has chosen to live and serve. It was upon them, that Satish left his mark on their bodies, each one in a different spot, whilst those who chose death, he tore out their hearts and branded them. And throughout it all, Ebony did not once lose her determination to see the end of the nightsisters, and for that, Satish respected her, even if he knew she would never be capable of doing this herself.
But, it was in that moment, after he had branded all of the nightsisters, that he noticed her shift in her seat slightly, squeezing her thighs together as she was apparently aroused by the sight of Satish dominating soo many women. He smirked at her then, before he discarded his loincloth and walked over to her, the witch almost cowering in his presence, as he lifted her up and forced himself into her. His new concubines were forced to stay kneeling as they watched their new master conquer Ebony, as she gave herself over to him and denied him nothing, her body screaming out for him to take her. At the same time, the women suddenly felt themselves also being aroused, before they could resist no longer and found themselves sprawled out on the ground, their hands crawling over their bodies to give themselves relief. By the time the newly married pair were done satisfying one another, and the nightsisters were laying on the ground breathing heavily as they experienced pleasures unlike any they had felt before, the transports bearing Satish's generals arrived to the Fortress.
Shaper's were already securing the perimeter of the fortress, whilst working to put out the fires that had spread throughout the city, as the General's were lead to the throne room just as Satish finished donning his clothes once more. Sona, Girilal, Ryuu, Mizuko, and Meghana all took a knee before their master and his new wife, as she managed to find her composure and sit straight in her new throne
You have all served me well today. All that remains, is to unite the clan mothers of the Witches, and Dathomir shall be ours, uncontested!
Glory be to the spirits!
For now, you are all dismissed.
The Generals gave a nod, before taking their leave, before a Metal Shaper came rushing in and kneeling before the leaders, taking a moment to catch his breath. From the moment the Bes'uliik star fighter had dropped forth from hyperspace, the ship somehow having ignored the gravity well's that were still being projected in orbit, and brushed past the blockade which was kind of difficult to miss, a pair of X-83 TwinTail starfighter's had been assigned to following the star fighter from afar, whilst relaying it's position to command. The Metal Shaper then lifted his head and spoke
Sir, it seems we have an intruder. Judging by the landing codes she transmitted when compared to the databases in the Fortress, A nightsister appeared from hyperspace and has since landed not far outside the Fortress. Scouts are currently keeping a distance. How would you like to proceed?
Hmm... How about we greet our guest in person?
I'm up for it.
With that, Satish, Ebony, and Lithia followed the Metal Shaper as he lead the way from the throne room and down through the Fortress towards the forest area, where a group of 20 Metal Shapers were already waiting. Satish smiled, before his eyes and tattoo's turned a metallic silver as he ran forward, with Ebony and Lithia just behind him, with the nightsister activating her lightsaber, and the Metal Shaper's bringing up the rear. It didn't take long before the group managed to surrounding the encroaching rancor mounted night sister, before they launched out of the bushes, metal wires having one end planted into the ground as the other end was shot through the air to wrap around limbs of the rancor. The Witch and Nightsister standing in the intruder's path, as Satish stood between them, focusing upon the metal within the nightsisters tail, as he called upon the aide of the spirits to shape the metal in an effort to pull her back through the air and dismount her from her steed, failing that, it would likely be very painful as the metal pulled back upon her flesh and nerves
Prepare to die nightsister!
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Post by Te'oma Ordo on Jan 22, 2016 16:53:18 GMT -8
*As her Rancor walked through the trees, glad to spread its legs and not be cramped into a ship much to small to carry it, Te'oma looked about, breathing deeply as she herself was appreciative of not breathing air pushed through a ships filtration system. Her senses wary of her surroundings with the Nightsister Fortress burning it was prudent to keep her guard up, postured defensively upon her pet in case of any surprises.*
Apologives for being so couped up Thathclor...
*Te'oma felt something was amiss before it happened, she knew she was not going to go unnoticed for long when she realized how bad things were. She had reached over her shoulder to grab her spear and flipped on the lightsaber built into its end on and a red glow reflects off of her face as she flicks her wrist down and then up and around herself to catch the wires on the far side with it keeping Thathclor's hands free of the wires that sprang towards them. Her eyes flicked from the pair of women one obviously a Dathomir Witch, the other clearly a Nightsister, and a strange man her eyes passed him over quickly as she mutters her own words and draws upon her own abilities to repel his pull on her tail, it was wired into her nervous system, attached directly to her spine, it was as much part of her as her hands and feet. She frowned, she had never actually met a shaper before, but Sabine had taught lessons about them before.*
My tail won't come off that easy, Shaper. I've learned enough of your people in my childhood to know better. But a shaper here? I have never seen one on the planet before... No less one with such.... varied company? Its rare to see a Nightsister and a Witch so close without a blade to the others throat...
*The young woman tilts her head slightly, but she took no aggressive posture, she knew she were outnumbered so a full out battle would be foolhardy and stupid of her. She did leave her spear lit though, in case of any further aggression towards her. Her posture was purely one of defense.*
Besides... I doubt any would call me a Nightsister... Sure I lived her as a child. Grew up here... after Sabine lead a mutiny against my Mother, I assumed I was unwelcome as well. Where is Sabine? Atia? Wikolia?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2016 19:57:29 GMT -8
As the cables going for the rancor's arms were cut, the Metal Shaper's prepared to try again, but stood down at a wave of Satish's hand, since the creature was still immobalised from walking any further. He crossed his arms, somewhat curious as to how she had so easily and effortlessly just waved off an attack without being so much as affected by it in the slightest. Ebony and Lithia stood down from their attacks for now, as they took their cue from Satish in this matter, as the shaper's eyes and tattoo's changed to a dirt brown, before the ground beneath their feet thrust upward so bring them to a level height
Perhaps if your sisterhood had not persecuted the Shaper's, viewing themselves as the superior group, then you might have seen one a lot sooner... As to my companions... Well, Mother Lithia knows her place...
Lithia suddenly felt the mark upon her breast warm up, as she fell to one knee at Satish's side. Like her fellow Nightsisters that still lived, she had been marked, and all he had to do was call upon the spirits and force her to submit to his command. Ebony meanwhile remained standing, staring at the nightsister, even as she spoke of not being a true member of the clan after Sabine's mutiny. Satish had heard those names mentioned by Ebony during his preparation for the attack upon Dathomir, but none of them had been found amongst the dead or living
Where ever they are, they are not here, that much I can tell you. The time of the Nightsisters has come to an end. Their dark magicks have polluted Dathomir for too long. Now, the Witches shall retake the reigns, with the Shaper's helping to rebuild. If you do still claim the nightsister heritage, then you are not welcome here, and your choices are to die, or to serve. Otherwise, you are free to come and go as you like. So, what is it?
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Post by Te'oma Ordo on Jan 25, 2016 16:35:40 GMT -8
Moather Lithia? Never heard of her..
*Te'oma frowns at the woman, she honestly had no idea who the woman was, and to see a someone that was quite clearly a Nightsister disgusted her, she'd always been told that Nightsisters were proud, dominante, and powerful women, she eyes the woman a moment longer making sure she had no idea who she was.*
From what I know of Nightsisters... She doesn't look like a very good one...
*The young woman growls to herself. "Not here." If not here where would she be. She clenched her staff tightly as her mind goes over events and scenarios in her head. She shakes her head angerily as she is at a loss, where would she look now. She looks at Lithia again, then in the direction of the Fortress, Then she looked back to Satish, eyeing him closely again, was he the type to lie? was he holding her prisoner? She didn't think so, he seemed pretty clear about his goals.*
My mother claimed the mantle when Sabine left. She sent me and my Siblings away to make our own way else where. Then the filthy Chakaar returned. I heard she reclaimed her place as Matriarch, My mother has not been seen, or heard from since. I don't care if I have to carve that Shabuir apart piece by piece. I plan to find Sabine and make her tell me where Mother is, and kill anyone who tries to stop me from getting my hands around Sabines throat. I assumed she would be in her precious Citadel. Does this adequately explain my stance on Nightsisters, because this is slowing me down.
*The more she thought of Sabine and the possibility that something ill be gotten had happened to her Mother, the angrier she became, her grip tightened around her weapon in her anger. She still didn't appear to take any hostile stance against Satish, just had anger at the one she assumed to befoul her Mother. She would do anything she felt nessassary to find Zadea. She'd been searching far to long and was running short of places to search.*
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2016 1:09:24 GMT -8
Satish eyed Te'oma a moment, almost laughing when the young women mentioned never having heard of Lithia before. Aside from whether her story held true or not, Lithia had literally just been named the Mother of the Nightsisters, so it was no surprise that Te'oma had never heard of her before, before making a derogatory remark about her not being a good nightsister. He stifled a laugh at that, because even he knew why Lithia had taken the knee before him, knowing it was better to live today, and try fight back another, whilst trying to lull the opponent into security. He stood silently as she recountered some story about wanting to find and kill Sabine, with a few mandalorian words tossed in for good measure that he could vaguely guess the meaning of based off her tone
From what I know of Nightsisters, their place as at the feet of their betters, atoning for the corruption their kind has spread throughout the spirit world... As for Sabine, she's not here, but dont let me stop you from finding her. If she's anywhere now, it wont be on Dathomir, since she hasn't ruled the Nightsisters for some time. Now run along, find your vengeance, and I hope you rid this galaxy of Sabine, one less nightsister will do this galaxy good...
With that, Satish waved his hand, before the Metal Shapers withdrew the cables from around the Rancor and cleared a gap to allow Te'oma to head back to her ship, whilst Satish remained with his arms crossed, watching her, waiting for her to try and start a fight, which the Shaper's would quickly end
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Post by Te'oma Ordo on Jan 28, 2016 16:57:26 GMT -8
Well, good luck with all the kneeling thing, personally I find it a waste of time. Kneeling.. Bowing.. its all such a bother. *She eyes Lithia again with malcontent.* I think if it were me, I'd choose death before servitude to an enemy... maybe that's just me..
*Bold maybe, but she'd often been told she was too proud and stubborn for her own good sometimes. She frowns again, it didn't make sense, why would Sabine cause such disruption only to disappear again, she gave her head a gentle shake, she intended to come here for answers instead she only had more questions. Where was Sabine now, Why did she leave, where should I go now. She sighed deeply as she looked up at Satish again.*
It seems strange that she would up and leave.. but there would be no point to lieing if your wish to see Nightsisters fall... It seems this hunt will be far more difficult then I assumed it would be.. I will find her.
*She pats her Rancor's head and ushered him to turn around towards her own ship, her hand reaching around to slide her spear into its place upon her back.*
O'ya Thathclor.
*She knew he pet could have used more of an exercise then this, but with no leads to go on from here, they had alot of work to do, and possibly alot of ground to cover.*
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