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Post by Shaman Anaxilea on Aug 26, 2019 18:27:37 GMT -8
Rising from the heart of Prak City stands the massive Citadel of the Ren, a towering structure serving as the base of operations for the Knights of Ren. Freshly-constructed after the transfer of control to the Ren, it boasts state-of-the-art facilities tailored towards their every need, including medical facilities, training rooms, dormitories, hangars, and the like.
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Praesia Ren
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Post by Praesia Ren on Aug 27, 2019 9:48:13 GMT -8
As Praesia walked through Prak City for what must have been the twentieth time at that point, she took in the sights and sounds of the city. While on the surface, nothing had changed, there was definitely a change in the undercurrents of the city. Whereas before, the city seemed to be tentatively at ease beneath the storm-lashed skies of Prakith, now there seemed to be something new. A current of uneasiness. It was not exactly unjustified. The Ren did not have a spotless reputation even at the best of times, and current public sentiment had turned against the organization with the reports concerning the Empress. Whereas at one point the Imperial Knights were seen as a blemish upon the Empire's name, the organization appeared to have cleaned up its act. By contrast, the Ren were in something of a decline at the present, though she hoped this move to make the group more independent would inject more life into it. And even now, her faith in the leadership had been shaken somewhat, with the apparent loss of the Master of the Ren, and especially after she had taken a slug thrower round to the head, and emerged relatively unscathed, she seemed vexed by the ability of seemingly anyone to trample on members of the organization, as long as they had the firepower, and her inability to any thing about it. However, the monumental structure that stood before her seemed to be a testament to the fact that, despite the tough times as of late, the organization continued to persevere, and would hopefully begin thriving again in the near future.
As she ascended up the stairs of the enormous black fortress, she looked back over the city she had once called home. Even now, the massive shadow of a Secutor-Class Star Destroyer hung over the city, shuttles and transports entering and exiting the truly massive ventral hangar bays of the craft, unloading the new batches of Purge Troopers into the city. Her city was changing, no doubt about it, and she would have to remain in front of that change if she wanted to survive. Thankfully, her brothers and sisters were the ones leading the change, and she trusted them with her life, so she was not overly concerned about her situation. As such, she turned back up the stairs, finishing ascending to the small courtyard before the massive doors to the fortress, before pushing them aside to enter the atrium.
The atrium seemed to be mostly devoid of her brothers and sisters, containing mostly some workers, and of course, purge troopers guarding the entrance to the facility. As she was told to gather here, she decided to simply wait and see who else showed up.
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Neith Ren
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Post by Neith Ren on Aug 27, 2019 18:13:47 GMT -8
Neith had arrived to the Citadel a few hours ahead of the scheduled gathering of the Ren that Soku had called. A shuttle having ferried her down from The Dominatrix which had sat in the atmosphere for the past few days. The Gladiator-class Star Destroyer was stocked and ready to launch, leaving Neith with little to do but wait until some orders came through. Something she hoped may come from this meeting that the Ren were about to have.
She descended one of the stair cases leading down from the second floor of the Atrium, her gaze quickly settling on Praesia then. Without pausing, she rushed over ffrom the bottom of the staircase and drew the woman into a hug. Holding her close for a moment as she spoke
Sister! It's good to see you again!
She pulled back then, resting her hands on Praesia's shoulders, taking her sister in for a moment
I'm glad to see you here...
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Harnan Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Aug 27, 2019 18:14:05 GMT -8
Harnan had spent the last few weeks going between training Shel Hu aboard her ship, and overseeing construction of the Ren's new Citadel in the heart of Prak City. While he preferred to not be smack bang in the heart of the city, it was clear that Andeddu's Keep was no longer a maintainable option as a base of operations. So he had conceded to Soku's plan to build the Citadel where it stood now. Workers still laying down the upper levels of the building, as he made his way toward the Atrium to meet with the rest of the Ren. Atlantia managing to keep pace with him, despite her shorter legs making her have to walk faster besides him.
He was quite proud of his Sister, since Atlantia had taken command of the Resurgence and the Deep Core in his absence. While she had initially admonished him for running off like he had, she did eventually forgive him. Something that was happening a lot to Harnan lately, when he told them about what had happened. By now, most of his Bother's and Sister's must have known the story and transition of power that had occurred. Though, as far as he could tell, Soku had called this gathering to tell everyone what had happened. Or to announce his plans for what the Ren would need to focus on next.
He descended the staircase with Atlantia then, coming to a stop just a few feet away from his siblings. Crossing his arms in silence observance as he waited for Katsumi and Soku to arrive
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Katsumi Ren
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Post by Katsumi Ren on Aug 27, 2019 18:37:14 GMT -8
Disembarking from the stolen VCX-100 light freighter after setting it down in one of the citadel's hangars, Katsumi pauses at the foot of the boarding ramp and lifts her head like a predatory beast scenting the air as she closes her eyes behind the lenses of the onyx-hued grinning skull-like mask that covers her face and casts her awareness of all that is hers to know and sense if she bids it to be known or sensed outwards to learn whether any of her Brothers or Sisters have arrived before her. Katsumi detects a few of her siblings, some familiar to her, others unfamiliar, and so she draws her awareness back to her after permitting it to subtly alert her siblings to her presence.
Katsumi does not go to the atrium at once, instead idly and silently roaming the rooms and halls of the newly constructed citadel to familiarize herself with them, the filthy, tattered robes covering her thin and wiry frame lending her the overall appearance of a wraith haunting the citadel.
When her exploration is complete, Katsumi makes her way to the atrium, greeting her siblings simply, Sisters, Brother, when she arrives, the hoarse whisper of her voice, seldom used, amplified enough by her helm that it is easier heard than it would be otherwise. Pacing the atrium with the languid ease and pace of a cat seeking a place to settle, Katsumi asks them absently, How do you all find our new citadel?
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Post by Soku Ren on Aug 28, 2019 22:34:50 GMT -8
*Soku stood in the shadows of one of the many adjacent hallways to the atrium, opting not to join the gathering just yet. Derel joined him, arms folded, leaning against the wall.* "This is basically all you've ever wanted, isn't it?" *the purple-skinned Rodian asked.
Soku's gaze, an intense side stare towards the atrium, did not waver.* "All I have ever wanted was to bring peace and order to the galaxy. The means are irrelevant." *Finally facing his brother, his now-oldest comrade, he added,* "I will tell you what I told Harnan: Far as I am concerned, so long as we deem Emperor Delvardus suitable to leading this galaxy to prosperity, I am more than happy to be little other than an instrument. It seems fate has handed me more responsibility, however..."
*Derel sighed.* "Always the metaphors with you. Look, you're the Master now, but you're treating yourself like a minion. The Emperor could never truly understand us enough to properly lead us; it has to be one of us. Looks like that's your job."
*A scoff escaped the corner of Soku's mouth before he looked down.* "You are not the only one who has said as such." *He lifted his gaze and set a hand on the Rodian's shoulder.* "I am honored by your faith." *He released the Rodian and turned to face the atrium. He took a steadying breath and folded his arms behind his back, striding out from the hall. He had resumed his usual poise, projecting confidence and purpose. He regarded all who were gathered merely by turning his head to look at each one as he strode past.
Reaching the front of the gathering, he stood to face them, watching Derel find a place among the crowd. Soku regarded them all for another moment, then spoke.* "A new era is upon us, the Knights of Ren. It has been underway, beginning with the removal of what was previously not believed to be an obstacle." *He paused, recalling how he had believed the forthcoming information to have been unknown, only to his surprise discover it had already spread throughout their ranks. Nodding, he continued,* "The Master himself.
"It was... stunning to me as well. The man who saw us for our talents, gathered us together, and taught us a new philosophy to spread across the galaxy... was little more than a puppet master. Using us towards his own end, feeding us delusions of a galaxy under the thumb of justice and order... And the one of us who saw through that was one of our own." *His gaze settled on their heavily-armored brother a moment before he nodded at him.* "Harnan Ren risked everything to remove this obstacle. Including his own life. But he conquered the odds, freed us all.
"Yes, we were merely his tools... but that does not mean there was no merit in his teachings. We are armed with them, able to interpret them in a way beneficial to the peoples of the galaxy. No ulterior motives, simply a goal. And it seems the burden has fallen to me to lead us as the Sword of the First Order against those who would sow chaos and disarray." *He raised a hand about level with his shoulder as he spoke this last sentence, clenching it into a fist as he concluded before lowering it again.* "Here on Prakith, a world so graciously gifted to us by our Emperor, we shall plant the seeds of that new order. From here, we shall prove our merit, and our roots will grow outwards from the Deep Core to the very edges of the galaxy. No being, whether Jedi or Sith, will stand in the way of true progress."
*He fell silent, regarding each of his brothers and sisters, looking for their responses, measuring their resolve. He knew these were men and women he could trust, who did not need Soku's "leadership" so much as his guidance. All of them knew their mission, and while there were some who no longer stood with them, he knew their numbers would remain stronger than ever.*
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2019 8:31:45 GMT -8
Such a mountainous world, and when the mountains faded, it gave way to the smaller plateaus. Beautiful in its own right, Cuuldurach imagined that only the toughest of people could actually handle the tough terrain. If anything, it made for a hearty people. But mountains and people weren't the reason he had come to the world. No, he sought out the Ren, which, for some, seemed to be a bad idea. It didn't scare him, though. After the hardships and brutality of the Sith he once followed, he doubted there was anything worse to concern himself with, much less fear. Being on the brink of death twice already, fear was something that became a foreign notion to him now.
Moving across the terrain, it wasn't long before he saw what appeared to be sharp rocks that stretched upwards to the sky. At first, he thought it to be a rather interesting rock formation. But as he grew closer and checked his sensors, it turned out that these shapes were his destination. The closer he got, the more he could see that they weren't rocks, but buildings. Rather curious architecture to be sure. It was here, Prak City, that the Knight of Ren currently resided. Guess it made sense in the end.
Flying over the city, he followed the coordinates until he was lined up with a building that appeared far newer than the rest. Set right in the middle of the city, it was a sight that showed their control over the city and the world as a whole. Closer and closer he got as he followed the directions his computer told him, lining him up with the hangar bays. Bringing the ships down to a crawl, he passed the threshold that separated the city from the citadel's interior. Already was he being directed towards a specific landing zone, an area he thought he saw some people waiting, though he couldn't tell if they were people waiting for him or simply more hangar crew members going about their business.
Settling the vessel down smoothly, Cuuldruach began shutting down the systems one by one in a slow fashion as he worked to steel his mind for the encounter that was to come. One thing he knew, such a visit wouldn't be met with a warm welcome. He needed to stand tall against them while still showing them respect. Standing from his chair, he grabbed his coat and zipped it up, hood finally rising to cover his head and face in shadow. Then came the pair of chairs that hung loosely from his waist, twin sabers equipped to each belt, one a black chrome and the other a burnt orange color, then finally, a curved and aggressive looking sword housing a crystal being slid into a sheath and put onto his back.
With everything in place, he departed the ship and waited at the end of the boarding ramp, ready to stand before those who wished to meet with him.
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Praesia Ren
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Post by Praesia Ren on Aug 29, 2019 22:53:18 GMT -8
Neith had arrived to the Citadel a few hours ahead of the scheduled gathering of the Ren that Soku had called. A shuttle having ferried her down from The Dominatrix which had sat in the atmosphere for the past few days. The Gladiator-class Star Destroyer was stocked and ready to launch, leaving Neith with little to do but wait until some orders came through. Something she hoped may come from this meeting that the Ren were about to have.
She descended one of the stair cases leading down from the second floor of the Atrium, her gaze quickly settling on Praesia then. Without pausing, she rushed over ffrom the bottom of the staircase and drew the woman into a hug. Holding her close for a moment as she spokeSister! It's good to see you again!She pulled back then, resting her hands on Praesia's shoulders, taking her sister in for a momentI'm glad to see you here... “I’ve missed you too Neith...” A smirk playing on her lips, it did not take a genius to understand her intent with this conversation.“We can talk once the speech is done, there are so many things to talk about, so many things to do...” |
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Post by Neith Ren on Aug 30, 2019 23:08:30 GMT -8
Neith felt herself melt into Praesia for a moment, as the woman's arms wrapped around her waist. With how long they had been apart, Neith could careless who knew about them any more. She had missed Praesia's company a great deal. With this being their own new home and only their Brothers and Sisters around to see, it did not matter. But like Praesia, Neith held back her urge to embrace the woman further. A mischievous grin forming on her own lips then, as Praesia hinted at things to discuss and do
But of course...
Pulling back from the embrace slightly, she gently slipped her hand into Praesia's. Entwining their fingers as Soku came out and addressed them all. He started off by speaking about a new Era dawning for the Knights of Ren, before confirming what many of them had known to be true: That Harnan had killed the Master. Though the specifics of why he had done so were somewhat muddied and unclear. Neith never having really wanted to ask her Brother and dredge up memories she suspected he did not want to revisit. While Neith did not completely believe that Harnan's motives were so simple, it was reason enough for them for now.
Soku spoke on, of their training and their mission. Of their renewed effort to interpret the teachings of the Ren to benefit the galaxy and her people. Bringing about Peace and Order to those who sought to sow War and Chaos. She squeezed Praesia's hand then, giving Soku a quick salute as he finished speaking a few moments later
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Post by Harnan Ren on Aug 30, 2019 23:24:32 GMT -8
*Soku stood in the shadows of one of the many adjacent hallways to the atrium, opting not to join the gathering just yet. Derel joined him, arms folded, leaning against the wall.* "This is basically all you've ever wanted, isn't it?" *the purple-skinned Rodian asked.
Soku's gaze, an intense side stare towards the atrium, did not waver.* "All I have ever wanted was to bring peace and order to the galaxy. The means are irrelevant." *Finally facing his brother, his now-oldest comrade, he added,* "I will tell you what I told Harnan: Far as I am concerned, so long as we deem Emperor Delvardus suitable to leading this galaxy to prosperity, I am more than happy to be little other than an instrument. It seems fate has handed me more responsibility, however..." *Derel sighed.* "Always the metaphors with you. Look, you're the Master now, but you're treating yourself like a minion. The Emperor could never truly understand us enough to properly lead us; it has to be one of us. Looks like that's your job." *A scoff escaped the corner of Soku's mouth before he looked down.* "You are not the only one who has said as such." *He lifted his gaze and set a hand on the Rodian's shoulder.* "I am honored by your faith." *He released the Rodian and turned to face the atrium. He took a steadying breath and folded his arms behind his back, striding out from the hall. He had resumed his usual poise, projecting confidence and purpose. He regarded all who were gathered merely by turning his head to look at each one as he strode past.
Reaching the front of the gathering, he stood to face them, watching Derel find a place among the crowd. Soku regarded them all for another moment, then spoke.* "A new era is upon us, the Knights of Ren. It has been underway, beginning with the removal of what was previously not believed to be an obstacle." *He paused, recalling how he had believed the forthcoming information to have been unknown, only to his surprise discover it had already spread throughout their ranks. Nodding, he continued,* "The Master himself. "It was... stunning to me as well. The man who saw us for our talents, gathered us together, and taught us a new philosophy to spread across the galaxy... was little more than a puppet master. Using us towards his own end, feeding us delusions of a galaxy under the thumb of justice and order... And the one of us who saw through that was one of our own." *His gaze settled on their heavily-armored brother a moment before he nodded at him.* "Harnan Ren risked everything to remove this obstacle. Including his own life. But he conquered the odds, freed us all. "Yes, we were merely his tools... but that does not mean there was no merit in his teachings. We are armed with them, able to interpret them in a way beneficial to the peoples of the galaxy. No ulterior motives, simply a goal. And it seems the burden has fallen to me to lead us as the Sword of the First Order against those who would sow chaos and disarray." *He raised a hand about level with his shoulder as he spoke this last sentence, clenching it into a fist as he concluded before lowering it again.* "Here on Prakith, a world so graciously gifted to us by our Emperor, we shall plant the seeds of that new order. From here, we shall prove our merit, and our roots will grow outwards from the Deep Core to the very edges of the galaxy. No being, whether Jedi or Sith, will stand in the way of true progress." *He fell silent, regarding each of his brothers and sisters, looking for their responses, measuring their resolve. He knew these were men and women he could trust, who did not need Soku's "leadership" so much as his guidance. All of them knew their mission, and while there were some who no longer stood with them, he knew their numbers would remain stronger than ever.*
His attention shifted off the two girls then, passing by Katsumi as she asked how they felt about the new Citadel, before resting on Soku as he strode out to make his little address. He remained impassive as his Brother spoke of the events that had transpired about a month and a half or more ago. Explaining Harnan's actions away in the most simplest and pertinent way possible. True enough, Harnan had seen through the Masters lies and deception. And for the others, that was all they needed to know. Though it would not be a stretch for some of them to connect the dots given the former Empresses disappearance and his relationship with her.
For now, he sufficed a response with a simple bow of his head toward the new Master of the RenSuch a mountainous world, and when the mountains faded, it gave way to the smaller plateaus. Beautiful in its own right, Cuuldurach imagined that only the toughest of people could actually handle the tough terrain. If anything, it made for a hearty people. But mountains and people weren't the reason he had come to the world. No, he sought out the Ren, which, for some, seemed to be a bad idea. It didn't scare him, though. After the hardships and brutality of the Sith he once followed, he doubted there was anything worse to concern himself with, much less fear. Being on the brink of death twice already, fear was something that became a foreign notion to him now.
Moving across the terrain, it wasn't long before he saw what appeared to be sharp rocks that stretched upwards to the sky. At first, he thought it to be a rather interesting rock formation. But as he grew closer and checked his sensors, it turned out that these shapes were his destination. The closer he got, the more he could see that they weren't rocks, but buildings. Rather curious architecture to be sure. It was here, Prak City, that the Knight of Ren currently resided. Guess it made sense in the end.
Flying over the city, he followed the coordinates until he was lined up with a building that appeared far newer than the rest. Set right in the middle of the city, it was a sight that showed their control over the city and the world as a whole. Closer and closer he got as he followed the directions his computer told him, lining him up with the hangar bays. Bringing the ships down to a crawl, he passed the threshold that separated the city from the citadel's interior. Already was he being directed towards a specific landing zone, an area he thought he saw some people waiting, though he couldn't tell if they were people waiting for him or simply more hangar crew members going about their business.
Settling the vessel down smoothly, Cuuldruach began shutting down the systems one by one in a slow fashion as he worked to steel his mind for the encounter that was to come. One thing he knew, such a visit wouldn't be met with a warm welcome. He needed to stand tall against them while still showing them respect. Standing from his chair, he grabbed his coat and zipped it up, hood finally rising to cover his head and face in shadow. Then came the pair of chairs that hung loosely from his waist, twin sabers equipped to each belt, one a black chrome and the other a burnt orange color, then finally, a curved and aggressive looking sword housing a crystal being slid into a sheath and put onto his back.
With everything in place, he departed the ship and waited at the end of the boarding ramp, ready to stand before those who wished to meet with him. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2019 8:34:13 GMT -8
As Cuuldurach descended the ramp of his ship, it didn't take but a moment to notice the mountain of a man that approached him. Clad in heavy armor, it was hard to tell if it was merely an effect of such attire or if he was truly that large underneath. Even being of a solid build and just shy of six feet, Cuuldurach felt small compared to him. Still, this fact did not shake him as he lifted his hooded head to looked at the man. When the statement was made to his seeking the Knight of Ren, Cuuldruach nodded. "I have indeed. Many years, ever since I was born, have I walked the path of the Sith, a loyal servant to their desires. But such a path has done nothing but take from me and held me down. I have seen through my trials many new things, things that tell me I can no longer walk among them. I have thought of other places, but none by what I can tell holds close to my new beliefs, none but the Knights of Ren by what little I know. So I have come to learn and find a new place and purpose among the ranks." As he finished his words, he gave a slight bow of his head to the man that stood before him.
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Post by Praesia Ren on Aug 31, 2019 20:31:44 GMT -8
Neith felt herself melt into Praesia for a moment, as the woman's arms wrapped around her waist. With how long they had been apart, Neith could careless who knew about them any more. She had missed Praesia's company a great deal. With this being their own new home and only their Brothers and Sisters around to see, it did not matter. But like Praesia, Neith held back her urge to embrace the woman further. A mischievous grin forming on her own lips then, as Praesia hinted at things to discuss and doBut of course...Pulling back from the embrace slightly, she gently slipped her hand into Praesia's. Entwining their fingers as Soku came out and addressed them all. He started off by speaking about a new Era dawning for the Knights of Ren, before confirming what many of them had known to be true: That Harnan had killed the Master. Though the specifics of why he had done so were somewhat muddied and unclear. Neith never having really wanted to ask her Brother and dredge up memories she suspected he did not want to revisit. While Neith did not completely believe that Harnan's motives were so simple, it was reason enough for them for now.
Soku spoke on, of their training and their mission. Of their renewed effort to interpret the teachings of the Ren to benefit the galaxy and her people. Bringing about Peace and Order to those who sought to sow War and Chaos. She squeezed Praesia's hand then, giving Soku a quick salute as he finished speaking a few moments later “Neith, I’ve missed you terribly.” |
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Harnan Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Sept 1, 2019 19:53:50 GMT -8
As Cuuldurach descended the ramp of his ship, it didn't take but a moment to notice the mountain of a man that approached him. Clad in heavy armor, it was hard to tell if it was merely an effect of such attire or if he was truly that large underneath. Even being of a solid build and just shy of six feet, Cuuldurach felt small compared to him. Still, this fact did not shake him as he lifted his hooded head to looked at the man. When the statement was made to his seeking the Knight of Ren, Cuuldruach nodded. "I have indeed. Many years, ever since I was born, have I walked the path of the Sith, a loyal servant to their desires. But such a path has done nothing but take from me and held me down. I have seen through my trials many new things, things that tell me I can no longer walk among them. I have thought of other places, but none by what I can tell holds close to my new beliefs, none but the Knights of Ren by what little I know. So I have come to learn and find a new place and purpose among the ranks." As he finished his words, he gave a slight bow of his head to the man that stood before him. Disembarking from the stolen VCX-100 light freighter after setting it down in one of the citadel's hangars, Katsumi pauses at the foot of the boarding ramp and lifts her head like a predatory beast scenting the air as she closes her eyes behind the lenses of the onyx-hued grinning skull-like mask that covers her face and casts her awareness of all that is hers to know and sense if she bids it to be known or sensed outwards to learn whether any of her Brothers or Sisters have arrived before her. Katsumi detects a few of her siblings, some familiar to her, others unfamiliar, and so she draws her awareness back to her after permitting it to subtly alert her siblings to her presence.
Katsumi does not go to the atrium at once, instead idly and silently roaming the rooms and halls of the newly constructed citadel to familiarize herself with them, the filthy, tattered robes covering her thin and wiry frame lending her the overall appearance of a wraith haunting the citadel.
When her exploration is complete, Katsumi makes her way to the atrium, greeting her siblings simply, Sisters, Brother, when she arrives, the hoarse whisper of her voice, seldom used, amplified enough by her helm that it is easier heard than it would be otherwise. Pacing the atrium with the languid ease and pace of a cat seeking a place to settle, Katsumi asks them absently, How do you all find our new citadel? |
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Post by Neith Ren on Sept 1, 2019 20:47:52 GMT -8
As Praesia wrapped her hand with Neith’s, her mind wandered back to when they had first met. On that recruiting meeting recruiting mission, after Praesia had left the Sith behind. It echoed with Soku’s speech, speaking of beginning again, of letting go of the past. Just as Praesia did when she ceased being who she once was, and stepped into the shoes of Praesia Ren. However, while she had a close bond with most of her fellow Knights, she didn’t really pay too much attention to the situation between the First Order and the Knights of Ren, even if she knew that she probably should have. That was a new beginning as well, dropping the worry about politics. It wasn’t easy at first, but Praesia was adaptable. It was also a new beginning in other ways. Ways that Neith was all too familiar with.After Soku finished his speech, Praesia thought it might be polite to give an applause, but couldn’t bear to remove her hand from Neith’s. Despite their fiercely independent personalities, Neith’s touch was almost like a drug to Praesia, and she loved every bit of it. It was intoxicating really, and while growing this attached to someone was likely I’ll-adviser in their line of work, she really couldn’t have cared less.And so, Praesia pulled Neith to her quarters by the hand after the speech was over, only stopping once they reached the mostly deserted miniature atrium that connected to all of their rooms. Tossing her mask aside, she let Neith do the same. The troopers didn’t really patrol this part of the base, and the others would likely be busy celebrating, so for now, she and Neith were alone. And so, she gave her a passionate embrace, blood racing to her cheeks as she ran her fingers through Neith’s hair, her lips roughly pressed against Neith’s. Staring deep into her lover’s eyes. How she had missed those eyes. Panting in between kisses, she spoke with a hunger in her voice.“Neith, I’ve missed you terribly.”
Releasing the seal on the helmet, so she could pull it up and off her head. Allowing her shoulder length silver hair to fall free, as she tossed the item aside. Her hand wrapping around Praesia's waist, as their lips met in a passionate embrace. Her own cheeks quickly flushing with color at the long awaited contact. Neith pressed back against the kiss as Praesia's hand ran through her hair. Her gaze meeting Praesia's deep blue stare. Neith smirk as she heard the hunger in her girlfriends voice, her grip in Praesia's hand tighteningI'd have never guessed... But I am glad we're back together at last. I've missed sharing your bed... And I've missed you most of all... She could not help her own panting, as she turned her head slight, pressing her lips up and into Praesia's. Deepening the kiss as she tried to satisfy the hunger she felt for her Sister |
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Post by Katsumi Ren on Sept 1, 2019 22:07:19 GMT -8
With Soku's speech over, and before he had been called to the hangar bay, Harnan made his way across the atrium to where Katsumi stood. He leaned against the pillar nearby to his sister, settling his gaze upon her face maskTo answer your earlier question... Despite it's location, I do like it. And what of yourself sister?
Rather than linger on the subjects of strings and their freedom from them, or what may have led to their severing, Katsumi, preferring to allow Harnan to venture into those matters if and when he so chooses, instead asks with her head in it's skull-like helm canted at an inquisitive angle, Despite the location, you said? Where, then, if not here, would you prefer we make our den, brother? Is there a there out there where a more suitable home for our Order, and for you, could be made? Or would there be two different answers rather than only one? |
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Post by Harnan Ren on Sept 1, 2019 23:43:10 GMT -8
He sighed and rolled his eyes as Katsumi made fun of him. He shook his head as she made an exaggerated gesture to drive her point home. Wondering if having let Soku deliver the news was really such a good idea. Harnan was no great savior or liberator as Soku might have tried to make him out to be. He glanced toward where Soku had been standing a few moments ago
Our Brother likes a good story... He is ever the idealist after all... And I think he prefers that tale to the truth of it all... Can't say I blame him either. It's better than admitting that I fell to the darkness and tracked the man down to kill him out of revenge for what happened to her...
He trailed off then, unable - or perhaps unwilling - to speak her name. He shifted his attention back to Katsumi then, as his Sister inquired as to where Harnan might have preferred the Ren set up their Citadel. Musing that he perhaps might have preferred the two to be separate locations. Truth be told, he might not have been opposed to the last of her comments. In fact, had things gone differently not all that long ago, two answers would have certainly existed. Not that he would have been around for them to be discussed
Being in the heart of an Imperial city is not exactly my idea of a good time Sister... Or have you forgotten the disdain so many of them treat us with? At least when we join them in a battle, we do not interfere with their methods like the Imperial Knights and their supposed morals do... And yet they embrace those fools because they adhere to the light and have the word Imperial in their name...
He shook his head. The Imperial Knights were almost as bad as the Jedi when it came to their supposed moral high ground and interference
Perhaps we should have called ourselves the Imperial Ren, or the Knights of the Empire. They would have eaten that up... No, I advocated that we should have torn down Andeddu's keep, or built anywhere else outside the City. But Soku insisted it be here, So I must suffer his choice... Since two different answers are not possible...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2019 7:58:38 GMT -8
Harnan studied the man, listening as he admitted to having spent most of his years training as a Sith. While the fools spoke of breaking chains and being free, their new arrival clearly saw through such lies and deceptions. As he spoke of finding an order that matches his new beliefs, Harnan raised an eyebrow beneath his helmet. Giving nothing away in terms of postureThat entirely depends upon what you believe in and what you have heard of us? Knowing that will certainly help figure out if this is indeed the right place for you...
Taking a calm breath, he answered the question. "The Knight of Ren, the Sword of the First Order, Dark-siders who seek balance and peace in a world of chaos and calamity. The Ren does not exist to rule or control, do not make false claims of rising together like the Sith only to betray one another for the sake of power and being the greatest among them. Nor are they the Jedi, so passive and full of talk, thinking themselves so high and mighty they are above others when they are nothing but failures to their own claims. The Ren step forward and seek the balance and peace required and don't stand idly by just watching and waiting, thinking things will balance themselves through niceties. And that is what I believe and desire: to seek balance and peace in a chaotic galaxy in need of guidance with a group not afraid to do what is needed to achieve that." |
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Harnan Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Sept 2, 2019 9:51:10 GMT -8
It took a lot to impress Harnan. But somehow this man had managed to do just that, with his understanding of what it was the Ren were and what they did. He had expected some one liner about how they were darksiders, or some misinterpretation of what they were. It would be the first time, in a long while, that someone outside of their group had such an understanding before joining them. Which he supposed was a good thing. Since it meant the man's expectations were set where they should be
And here I thought you would know nothing of our Order... Perhaps you may yet find your place among us...
Stepping to the side then, he motioned for the new arrival to follow, as Harnan lead the way across the hangar bay and gave a tour of the still in construction Citadel. Keeping to around the training areas and the more finished sections near the main atrium
To put it simply, yes we do in fact seek order. Something that cannot be achieved with this foolish notion of democracy that the Jedi cling to, nor the mad tyranny that the Sith lust for. All they bring about is war and death. This galaxy needs a guiding hand, and we act as instruments to see that the galaxy is guided by a competent hand. And so far, the First Order has done that... Where the Imperial Knights balk at doing what is needed, we sacrifice ourselves for the good of what the people need... With the knowledge that appreciation and praise are unlikely to come from those we work and server alongside...
Since this new arrival seemed rather familiar with who the Ren were, Harnan figured it would do no harm to front load this information ahead of time. Lest he get some misconstrued idea of what the Knights of Ren were to the First Order
With that in mind... What do you call yourself?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2019 11:31:57 GMT -8
A small smirk came to his face at Harnan's response. His time seeking to understand the state of the galaxy had done well at this moment. With the redirection of the Force, the message from the one in orbit, he fully expected this to be a rough interaction in an attempt to join with the Ren. Yet, it seemed his words and desire blended well with what he knew and what was real. As the man motioned for him to follow, Cuuldurach did so, staying in step a bit behind and to his left.
As they went, Cuuldurach noticed he state of the citadel, much of the areas hinting heavy construction. It was no wonder that he didn't know about the Ren being here as it must have been just a little while before. Maybe that was why he had suddenly felt the need to finally leave Thule and his wanderings to find them. As he toured the facility, he listened intently as Harnan went on to further explain the Knights of Ren and who they were, what they sought to achieve. It was as he thought and hoped. A place that he felt more in line with than the blind ideologies of the Sith. When he spoke of the Imperial Knights, he, himself, couldn't help but scoff. "The Imperial Knights. Nothing more than glorified bodyguards who put the safety of the Emperor over those of the First Order, leaving the Ren to handle the majority of the work. Guess that's why they are considered the Shield of the First Order, though the name is misleading if you lack the wisdom to interrupt it."
Then came the question of who he was. He had a name that was truly his a long time ago. Once named Jytar Nevan, h had long since abandoned that name when both the Sith and Jedi sought him out to kill him for being seen as a mastermind behind a large scheme meant to destroy both of them. A burden he bore for the sake of killing a man who had destroyed his life and family, a fellow Sith too concerned about his position and power. And as far as anyone was concerned, that man was dead. Pushing the thoughts from his head, he took a breath before responding. "My name is Cuuldurach." An interesting name he had chosen, to be sure. It meant "Bringer of Twilight." Which worked perfectly with his twin sabers and was the reason for the name behind his sword and ship.
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Katsumi Ren
The First Order
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Post by Katsumi Ren on Sept 4, 2019 20:24:30 GMT -8
Our Brother likes a good story...So I must suffer his choice... Since two different answers are not possible...
Removing her hand from Harnan's chest and leaning against the pillar across from him, Katsumi crosses her arms over her chest, mirroring his pose as she replies to his reply about the city in which their new citadel has been erected, Forgotten? Oh, not at all, dear brother. I am simply not troubled by the scorn of fools. What value is there in the respect or accolades of simpering simpletons after all? Very little, if any at all, at least that is what I believe. Her tone takes on a musing quality, suggesting that her question is devoid of any judgement, and can be taken to be rhetorical should he so choose, Does it trouble you to be unsung and unloved by them? Do you do what you do, do we do what we do for them?
Dismissing the subject of fools and the worth of their opinions with a languid shrug of her thin shoulders, Katsumi addresses Harnan's assertion that two answers are not possible to her question of where, asking, Why suffer the choice when the choice of whether there is one answer or many is yours to make? This citadel is but a common den for us all after all, no? Could you not make your personal lair elsewhere if you choose, somewhere out there without the suffering you feel is here? Her own inclination to, driven by a sense of purpose that can seem from the outside as whimsical, come and go freely from wherever the Knights of Ren have chosen as their main base of operation, Katsumi knows that her view may be unique where the importance held by places is concerned, and so she also offers an alternative to her proposal, Or simply forget the fools outside these walls, they are without and only we are within, do not let them in, she taps the right temple of the skull-like mask covering her face, here while you are in, she lifts her hands to gesture around the interior of the citadel, here. |
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