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Post by Aysá on Jul 6, 2015 13:17:49 GMT -8
Aysa didn't bother to hide the incredulous look on her face as Ferinus spoke about only probing minds of merit. Sure. Like that was believable. Every body sat around the table had dabbled in the reading of minds of genius and simplicity alike so to say his reasons were based solely on the usefulness of a person seemed a little far fetched. Every person had a use whether they knew it or not, and Ferinus had tried to read her mind for one reason and one reason only; he didn't trust her. It had nothing to do with her usefulness. Anyone could spew rhetoric but thoughts could and, nine times out of ten, would betray a person. She looked across to the Sith Lord, her head falling slightly to the left as she regarded him. As she spoke, her dark blue eyes seemed to glow with a seductive intensity matched only by the fire he had briefly encountered.
"So I should feel honoured then, my lord, to have your fingers creep up my spine a vertebrae at a time? I hate to break it to you, but it takes a lot more than a sharp suit and a guillotine smile to get inside of me."
She didn't bother to wait for a reply though she was sorely tempted. He intrigued her as much as she seemed to intrigue him but her desire to know him better would have to wait until later in the evening, should the opportunity arise of course.
Her attention returned to Phantom at the head of the table and as he spoke, she found herself unfolding her arms and leaning forward, her elbows resting on the cold glass. She understood his reasons behind the "no killing" rule but it was a rule she couldn't swear to. She held her hands up as he spoke.
"If you want me to play in the mud, Phantom, you're going to have to expect me to get dirty. I'm all for seizing power in whatever region you see fit to ... "
She paused.
"...assign me to ... But I'll take it my way and if that involves a few bodies here and there then so be it."
She was not afraid of Phantom, not by any stretch. Granted she was half the size of him and he was both physically and mentally stronger than she was but she would not be backed into a corner; not by him or anyone else sat around the table.
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Jul 6, 2015 17:29:51 GMT -8
There was a sort of long, awkward pause following Nel's comment as her words hung in the air before she suddenly felt as if someone far stronger than her had grabbed the back of her head by her hair and then slammed her face down towards the table as hard as it could. The resulting hard thud of her head impacting the surface sent vibrations through the table as she was then wrenched back up by the invisible hand in her hair before she felt a firm pressure on her throat that made breathing difficult and speech all but impossible, all as Stormro shifted his eyes to glance in her direction without moving or revealing an ounce of emotion. “Unfortunately I must disagree Apprentice; it would seem as if your disciplining has been woefully insufficient if you cannot head my direct mandates...” Tightening his grip on her throat, his mental presence flooded into her mind as he watched black spots begin to form in her vision as her lungs flooded with carbon monoxide and her body gasped in vain to try and draw breath. No words came to her through their mental connection, but an overwhelming sense of anger and displeasure could be felt by her through the link. Finally, just before she lapsed into unconsciousness, he released his tight grip on her throat and allowed her to finally breath again. “...I suppose that once we are finished here we shall need to have another session in the training arena...” While the sentence was spoken with no obvious malice, both master and apprentice knew what awaited her based on past sessions when she had misbehaved and he allowed the words to hang in the air so that she could fully wrap her head around the implications.
Ignoring Nel, Stormro returned his focus to the conversation at hand. “I do apologize for the slight interruption; as I said she is regrettably a work in progress at the moment. Where were we?” Shifting his gaze back to Ferinus, the lithe Nagaian smiled as if Nel's punishment had not occurred and continued. “Ah yes, my droids and our plans for Adumar. I am well aware of your disdain for mechanical creations Ferinus, but it would be unwise to trust the loyalty of a weak organic being with such a critical position. My replica droids will never betray me, and such unwavering servitude is what we require if we are to make the people of Adumar dance on the end of our puppet strings.” Shifting his cold, calculating gaze to his fellow Nagai, Stormro spoke up in clarification. “And I will point out that our dynasty will be more stable if we do not directly challenge the Perators for their thrones. All that is required is that we climb the social ladder as blastblade duelists and then once we have replaced the Perators with my agents we can be 'chosen' by them as their advisers and/or personal champions.” He paused for a moment before speaking again in response to Phantom's comment regarding Nel. “And of course my Apprentice shall remain at my side; she is not yet ready to rule a kingdom and will not be for some time I suspect. Besides, what better way for her to learn to rule properly than by experiencing how I govern?” He allowed a slim, self-assured smile to cross his lips following his comment.
As Aysa spoke up again Stormro could not help but to smile subtly at her brash confidence; while such behavior was intolerable from his apprentice this woman was an independent and carried herself as an equal amongst Sith such as himself and his peers. In her was strength, confidence, and, most of all in Stormro's eyes, potential. Not like that held by his apprentice, to be sure, but it was there and he found himself considering her to be a valuable asset should she prove herself to be reliable and trustworthy. In spite of this, however, he could not allow her aggression to jeopardize their plans. “I do believe that you may have misunderstood the implications of what Phantom has requested Miss; as long as the Perator does not appear to have been harmed or usurped few other lives matter, although I would prefer that we not embark on wild killing sprees without sufficient reason. This does not mean, however, that you must avoid killing. In fact, in the days of old Blastblade duels were often fought to the death and I have no doubt that many of the older noble houses pine for the golden days of their planet's history which could endear you to them should you bring them back to those nostalgic days of yore. Just be careful not to publicly make yourself into something which the masses cannot approve of. This applies equally for all of us.” Pausing for a moment to glance subtly around the table, Stormro found himself curious as to what exactly had been inside Ver'metus' pod but held back his curiosity for the time being. “Regardless, all of this hinges on each of our individual skills with a Blastblade, so I advise that we all spend time ensuring that we are capable duelists with the weapon. I have acquired enough fine examples of the weapons should you wish to use them, or you may construct your own presuming that you possess the necessary skills. “He flashed a grin towards Ferinus, fully expecting that the alchemical master would insist on crafting his personal blastblade via the Sith arts. “I would also advise that we avoid relying on overt usage of the Force in public duels; the less public we are in regards to our true nature the more secure our secret shall be. This approach shall take time and patience to achieve, but true power and control is worth the wait and, as they say, Coruscant was not built in a day...”
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Post by Nel Bukk on Jul 6, 2015 19:06:27 GMT -8
Her eyes narrowed at Ferinus, but the only thing else she did was grind her teeth together to keep from speaking more. There was no reason else to add fuel to the fire, and she had already spoken once out of turn. She didn't need to do it again. She made a note to avoid the man if at all possible, though if her Master wished it, she would put on a smile and try to get along with the bastard.
Nel's blue eyes flitted to Phantom as he spoke as well, and honestly, she did not doubt that she wasn't ready to rule a country by herself. She wasn't educated enough in the ways of doing so, and she had no qualm with following in her teacher's shadow to learn. How else would she be able to gain the knowledge and experience to potentially do it in the future?
As Aysa spoke, she found a very faint smile crossing her lips. She liked this woman, and a part of her wanted to be like her someday. Unafraid to say what she wanted to say, despite the opposition. That lack of fear-
The silence was Nel's only warning before her hair was grabbed and her face met with the tabletop. Pain and panic reared and surged in her, freezing her body in place. Her fingers dug into the arms of the chair she sat in, knuckles white and hurting from such a tight grip on the material. Her eyes were wide as her head was yanked back, and her heart slammed against the back of her ribs quickly. Pressure on her throat made her still even more. If she didn't fight, it was less of a scramble to get her mind working again. She didn't whimper, nor make any sound other then strangled attempts to breathe. As he mentally bore down on her, all anger and all there and not giving her room... she retreated. The Zabrak mentally pulled away from everything, making herself mentally as small as she could manage. So much fear and wanting to get away from him... and a mental wall went up. She had tapped into the Force in her feeble attempts to get away, and had unconsciously managed that much. It wasn't powerful by any means, and would barely even stop him... but the worst of it was possibly the fact she hadn't even noticed she'd done it. Finally, she could breathe again and she ducked her head down, trying her best to ignore the pain as she breathed through her battered and bruised nose.
She'd thought she had been defending him, and if defending him got her that kind of reaction... Her shoulders rolled in to protect her neck, even if deep down, she knew it wasn't going to do a damn thing if he decided what he had done wasn't enough. A repetitive string of apologies still rang in her head, circling around again and again. Even if he wasn't listening, even if he wasn't paying attention, the apologies were still there. Apologies for speaking out of turn. Apologies for not being good enough. Apologies for not being strong enough.
Her fingers still gripped at the arms of the seat, her eyes staring, unfixed, at a spot on the table. A red spot that looked wet. Slowly, her fingers found enough movement, enough will, to move on their own, and she dabbed at the spot under her nose. Red stained her pale fingertips and she glanced to her teacher. He wouldn't care that her nose was bleeding, but she wasn't quite sure what she needed to do about it. If she excused herself, she would be punished for making him look bad again - had that coming already, she knew - or stay and make a mess and result in the same... She swallowed, and even as her body lightly trembled, she tore a small piece of her halter off. The frayed edges of the material made it an easier thing then if it was brand new, mercifully, and she tried to be as quiet as possible. It was amazing how subdued she got when her Master punished her, and this wasn't even the main 'event' so to speak. Quietly, she pressed the material to her nose, trying to stem the blood and being subtle while she was at it... though with the loud sound of her head hitting the table, that was probably unlikely.
What scared her most, though, was not being judged by these Sith, but rather, the disappointment and anger she had felt come from her Master. Nel swallowed again. Everything hurt right now, and she pushed aside the strange and unwelcome tingling that came with whenever he choked her or pulled her hair in such a fashion. That was something she didn't need to explore. No, she felt her failure weighing down on her, forcing her spine to bend as if an actual weight was on her. She flinched, both mentally and physically, at the subtle threat that their training session was.
She bit her tongue, literally, to keep from making any noise other then her faint attempts at breathing. This was going to be a long meeting...
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Post by Ver'metus on Jul 6, 2015 21:08:47 GMT -8
*Ver'metus could not help but chuckle at his Master's comment in retaliation to his words. He shrugs his shoulders and sighs deeply before answering him.*
Well, its not like any one else dabbled in the arts I wanted to get into. You were the most promising in the field I craved. Look where it got me? Just as crazy as you were.
*Ver'metus shifts in his seat, and then rubs at the back of his neck. He shakes his head slightly and looks at Phantom, Stormro, and finally at Ferinus, his dark swirling eyes deep pools of nothingness. The old anzat kept his gaze on Ferinus as he speaks to them again.*
One such as I, would not make a good "poster boy." I doubt people would consider my desire to end a life sufficient reason. I can support, aid, continue my research projects and provide them to you. But to put me as a public figure would be folly. My kind should stay to the shadow where we belong I'm afraid.
*Ver'metus closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them again, he knew he had himself in control at all times, but if he slipped up once and someone saw him, or caught what he was doing, followed. The risk in his mind was too great to take and could put the whole operation at risk. He could be far more useful working from the dark and shadow as he always had. He loved a good direct fight, but only when the situation was right for it or if he had no choice.**
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2015 21:41:09 GMT -8
As soon as the Barloz-class Medium Freighter dropped from hyperspace, Obadiah began activating the fractal pattern armour and the sensor mask systems, hiding the ship from sight and sensors, as Obadiah piloted the craft down through the planet's atmosphere towards Tipoca City
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2015 22:10:21 GMT -8
The whitecloak fighter dropped out of hyperspace over Kamino, with Zacaiah quite glad they had finally arrived to their destination, all things considered. If she was honest, she was likely worried about nothing, since the Elementis brothers would probably be so overjoyed about getting the credit for Zion's death, at long last, that they wouldn't ask too many questions. She gave a quick check in with Kamino orbital control, before heading down towards the surface of the planet, certain that the brother's would be alerted to her arrival
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Jul 20, 2015 6:53:44 GMT -8
Watching and listening to everyone's idea and or lack thereof was already entertaining but he cocked an eyebrow and chuckled when the young apprentice was slammed into the table. He took a deep breath, feeling the pain and agony, smelling the hint of blood sweat and fear and loving every moment of it.
Before he could address Aysa and her blunt method, Stormro has clarified, and good too because the consistant back and forth will not and the like was tiresome and honestly a few more heads being slammed into the table would work just as effectively.
"Getting...dirty, or whatever we need is what must be done. Your shortsighted selfish nature is the reason why the sith always turn on one another. We are dealing with the global perspective of one planet, they are already civilized and have rules of governance set in place.
He paused and sipped his drink before clearing his throat and continuing
"We are seen as a new force, threat or not and if we were to take command by force, we would, and could hold it for some time. The one thing that tends to happen with that idiotic ideology is that you cause resentment in the masses. Our factories become targets, our entire plan for creation of a fleet, for a planet to create a base of operations on, all of it becomes weak at its very core because the ones we would employ would have shoddy work.
He stood and held the body of the massive staff next to him, his body uncoiling like a cobra until he was at his full height, the hood around his scarred gaunt face only adding to the serpent like form. Brushing the hood back, his shoulder length white hair fell to his shoulders, the thick scar bisecting his face separating what was once human and what was not.
"I do not have the means to patrol an entire planet and keep them in check to assure me of their subservience, do you Aysa? Where are your legions to keep curfews in place, and where are your security measures to watch an entire planet? I used to have those resources and I am well versed in controlling a planet with a single datapad and I will tell you now, we do not have that at all.
Our best hope for control of the shipyards, the production facilities for raw materials and the support of the masses will come by honorable combat. These are a people that hold honor above all else and will respectfully hand over the reins if you take them honorably. Now unless you feel you will be bested by one of these commoners and have to resort to killing them, that is an entirely different issue, one which I am very sure brother Ferinus will sort out with you quickly and efficiently."
He sat, the staff standing upright next to him and gestured to the holotable with the planet suspended in the middle. Their approximated trajectory and arrival time all posted
"Is there anything else we need to discuss, or any other hesitations we have before we head there? This has to be done quickly, efficiently and with a modicum of grace. If you cannot handle that, let me know and we will make...arrangements"
Draining his glass and holding it out, a droid came and refilled it before he set it down, the heavy crystal glass making a resounding thud on the table, breaking the silence
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Post by Tyrana Letta-Horica on Jul 27, 2015 18:04:22 GMT -8
The more Ty sat with her friend, the more excited she became. Yet because she is no longer sitting in the meeting going on a few floors away, her writer is just going to end the post here so Phantom can soon be put into an awkward situation. Mwahahaha!!!
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Post by Aysá on Jul 30, 2015 8:02:44 GMT -8
Just as Aysá was about to correct Stormro, she heard Phantom’s cutting voice; berating her for her “selfish” ways. She could take being called selfish, but the both of them spoke to her as though she was a first year apprentice and their condescending tone made the blood in her veins boil. She inhaled deeply as her thumb began to unconsciously rub the inside of her ring finger. “Fuck you” she thought. “Fuck both of you” and the more Phantom continued his rebuke the more enraged she felt. He stood, trying to intimidate her. Aysa wondered if she should do the same but she quietly bit her lip, holding back her temper as her leg began to shake slightly under the table. If he was trying to humiliate her, to a certain degree it was working but she wouldn’t stand for it.
"Is there anything else we need to discuss, or any other hesitations we have before we head there? This has to be done quickly, efficiently and with a modicum of grace. If you cannot handle that, let me know and we will make...arrangements"
Arrangements. Everyone in the room knew what that meant.
“Relax” she thought to herself. “Count to ten.” She exhaled slowly as he placed the glass down on the table, his tirade coming to an end. Aysa looked up at him and spoke with as much calmness and restraint as she could muster.
“Hang on a second, a couple of things before we move on; firstly, I am not behaving like an apprentice and I am not speaking like one, so please don’t presume to talk to me and treat me as though I am one. Secondly, I didn’t say I had the resources to take and hold a planet. If you managed to deduce that from anything I have said this evening , then well, we have a bit of a communications issue that I think should be addressed, whether that be in private or in front of your Brothers, that’s entirely up to you.
Now, if I may, I’d like to clarify my earlier statement, because it seems that, with all due respect both you and Stormro have completely misunderstood me. I never once said that I would take my region, let alone the planet by force or that I would have legions to enforce curfews. It may well be your style but it’s certainly not mine. You want grace? That’s fine. As hard as it is to believe, I can do graceful. For your clarity though, What I meant by what I said was that if people outside the arena have to meet their end then they will, but I’m not going to just go around murdering people. That’s not my thing. Have a little faith. But let us touch on the Adumari for just a moment, please?”
She didn’t wait for him or anyone else to grant her permission, she carried on regardless, determined to make her point as clear as possible.
“You speak of Adumar as though everyone is honourable and holds it in its highest regard. I’m sorry, but that’s complete and utter bullshit …”
Aysá said bluntly. The shaking of her leg had subsided but she found herself still rubbing where her wedding ring would have been.
“…but if you want to convince yourself otherwise, then by all means be my guest. Answer me this though; do you think honour means anything to those at the very bottom of Adumar’s social scale? Do you think nobility is a rule by which all things on Adumar are truly measured? I am not stupid and neither are the people on that planet.”
Aysá pointed to rotating orb floating atop the glass surface but kept her eyes fixed squarely on Phantom.
“There’s a disturbing, seedy side. There’s a darkness that thrives. On Adumar, like all planets, exists a world where people do what they do not for honour, but because they have to, to survive. I didn’t think anyone around this table would be so stupid as to believe otherwise, yet you come across as knowing very different. I thought we all knew that for every bright light there was a darker shadow and as many people live in that as they do the light.
So when it comes to the arena and its combatants do you honestly believe that every single fighter is honourable? That everyone plays by the rules set forth by the Perator? They manipulate and scheme as much as the Sith do, we just happen to be a lot more skilled at it than they are.”
She stood and moved to the drinks tray, taking her empty glass with her. She filled it from the jug of water and turned to face Phantom and the other Sith Lords.
“I’m not a bull in a china shop. I don’t go in swinging. There’s more than one way of skinning a Saber Cat and my knives are plenty sharp enough. The purpose of me being here is not to argue with you, to derail or endanger any plan that we all agree to, so if you think that’s my thing, then I’m pretty fucking insulted. All that being said …”
Aysa took a sip from her drink and leaned back against the small table, her arms folded against her chest and the glass hanging loosely in her grip.
“… Just tell me where it is that I’m going and I’ll have everything that I need ready and waiting. You can even inspect, interview, interrogate, whatever, anyone and everyone that has any connection to me on that planet. Not a problem.“
She wouldn’t hear any more on her mood, actions or as Phantom called it; selfishness. For a moment Aysa wasn't sure who had poked the bigger bear. Phantom or her.
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Jul 30, 2015 13:11:01 GMT -8
As Stormro's inner sadist delighted in the suffering which he had inflicted upon the young Zabrak a weak barrier suddenly rose in her mind, surprising him enough that the tempest of rage and displeasure dissipated as his curiosity led him to examine the sudden phenomenon. The mental barrier was weak and could easily be penetrated, although he refrained from doing so as a reward for her unexpected accomplishment. It was the other aspect of what she had done, the mental shrinking and the resulting effect that it had, which truly amused him and caused him to begin to chuckle in her mind from outside of the barrier. "Once again you surprise me Nel; not only have you managed to erect something resembling a proper mental barrier but you have minimized your presence in the Force to the point where you are all but invisible in comparison to the others around this table. Even Phantom's associate seems to have more of a presence at the moment than you do..." Thinking for a moment, he remained silent in her mind for several moments before he spoke again. "As an additional reward for your accomplishment, I shall allow you to choose whether or not I use the wooden training sword upon you in our upcoming session. Until then, I should like to pose a question to you; do you know what specifically you were just punished for?" As he conversed with her Stormro remained outside her frail mental barrier, respecting the privacy of her mind which such a barrier would protect were it of a higher caliber. As he had sensed when he had first met the young Padewan, Nel improved via adversity and thrived when pushed to her limits. Her instinctive use of the more basic application of the Art of the Small had him especially intrigued; had he perhaps discovered an apprentice who could serve as an accomplished infiltrator with sufficient training?
Turning his focus back towards the rest of the conversation Stormro sighed internally at the continued friction between Aysa and Phantom. Normally he would have found their disagreement amusingly ironic, considering that Aysa seemed to be present as an associate of Phantom's, but at the moment they all needed to work together and that meant not being at each-other's throats. "Please allow me to apologize Miss, as it had not been my intention to speak to you as an apprentice, nor was it my intention to treat you like one. I also did not intend to imply that you specifically would go on a killing spree; my comment was more intended as a general warning for the group as a whole. As for your point regarding those outside the nobility on Adumar I agree entirely; the primary focus of my plan is to enable us to obtain control of the planet in such a way that galactic authorities and the Jedi cannot claim that we have usurped the legitimate rulers of the planet, but you are correct in noting that there will certainly be other social aspects which will require managing once our authority is established. I suspect that Lord Phantom will deal with controlling the workers as a part of his handling of the industrial aspects of the planet, but that does still leave the criminal elements out of our control. I had been planning on dealing with them personally on an as-needed basis, but you seem to have a natural affinity for the criminal underworld. If Lord Phantom does not object I see no problems with you taking control of Adumar's criminal element for us..." He glanced in Phantom's direction, as if seeking his thoughts on the suggestion.
"Seeing as we are lacking enough people to serve as advisers to the various Perators, perhaps a slight adjustment to the plan is in order? Lord Phantom's associate, and I do apologize miss as I have not yet had the pleasure of learning your name, can take control of the criminal element on Adumar while Lord Phantom himself can handle the industrial aspects of the planet's socio-economic dealings. Ferinus and Ver'metus can work from the shadows, as they are accustomed to, in order to quietly build our power while I can work my way into the social circles surrounding Adumar's nobility in order to keep the nobles in check and keep a direct eye on our agents who will quietly replace the Perators. This way we can still control the planet without having to operate outside of our respective skill-sets. We will simply rule in secret and make major decisions as a group. As for the day to day operations of each of the five kingdoms on the planet each of us, save for Lord Phantom's associate who will be controlling the criminal underground, may have one of the replica droids answer directly to us. Does this sound agreeable?" Stormro looked around the table, hoping that the new version of their plan would be agreeable to everyone present. This endeavor of theirs was ambitious if only because it relied upon the six of them to all work with each-other as equals, and while many of those present had expressed frustration with more typical Sith methodologies that was in no way a guarantee that their endeavor would not meet a similar fate if they could not come to an agreement.
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Post by Nel Bukk on Jul 30, 2015 13:47:59 GMT -8
It looked like Nel wasn't the only getting into some form or another of trouble. She quietly listened to Phantom scold the strong willed woman, listened to the woman lash back. She shuddered. She wouldn't have gotten away with such behavior. Her master would have done far worse if she had done that in front of others. That was the primary difference, though. She was an apprentice. The other woman was not. In a way, the other woman was free to do as she wished. As her adrenaline calmed and her fear began to lessen, she realized she had done two things. Two things she hadn't noticed before. Whereas the withdrawing herself mentally thing was something she did from time to time, she never thought much of it given her presence was so slight to begin with. The fact he was pointing it out, however, was intriguing. Was it really that much of an accomplishment?
The barrier, though, completely took the young lady by surprise. It was weak, but it was there. Amazing. Qucikly, she followed it back to its source, and for a moment, she forgot he was there as she tried to figure out how to do it again. How to make it stronger. This was something she always did when she managed a little bit of success. She studied and took it in, trying to figure out how to replicate the result in the future. It faded, though, the barrier and she finally remembered he was there. She was quiet for a long, long moment, taking in his words.
Stormro terrified her sometimes, with how much stronger he was compared to her. In a way, he seemed to be nothing more then a bully, but on the flip side, he was doing what was best for her. He was trying to make her stronger. She focused her gaze on a spot on the table, merely listening to everything going on around them."For speaking out of turn and defending you. It won't happen again."
She noted his allowance, but now wasn't the time to make the decision. She more was worried about her nose. It was beginning to dawn on the Zabrak that it was hurting far more then it should have been. Dammit. Her nose was broken, or severely bruised. She seriously hoped for the latter. She didn't need another reason to be perceived as inept in her Master's eyes. In deference to him, she kept her eyes away and down, still staring at that one spot on the table.
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Post by Darth Andor on Aug 2, 2015 20:42:05 GMT -8
Suddenly, a RC-2 Twilight scoutship blinked into existence as it exited hyperspace far from the planet of Kamino, easily out of reach of any sensors used by the planet's orbital control, or any orbiting ships. Immediately, the pilot noticed a noticed a small object far in the distance: too far away to distinguish anything at all. It was quite reasonable that the pilot assumed it was some capital ship or star destroyer. *
*The sleek, nimble craft slowly crept closer towards the planet, and closer to the ship, but staying well out of detection range. The pilot flicked a couple of switches on the control panel, activating the ship's cloaking device and long-range sensors. He starred at the monitors installed in the cockpit that revealed what the sensors picked up. A Sabaoth Destroyer was detected on the very edge of the advanced sensors' range. It had a calling signal belonging to a Lord Phantom Armageddon. Quickly, the pilot took note as he piloted the scout ship down into the planet's atmosphere.*
*Should the destroyer detect the presence of the Imperial Scout, which was highly doubtful, they would find the ship bore no markings or calling signals.
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Post by Ver'metus on Aug 2, 2015 22:33:54 GMT -8
*Ver'metus sat quietly as the tempers flared, they were a room full of sith, such things were inevitable. It was rare for any sith to be in the same room without aggressive disagreement. He waited quietly for things to come to a stop. His dark eyes scanned each of them. They had fire. Would they be any better then any group in the past he'd followed, perhaps it was to early to tell, but he was content to go with things for now, if for nothing else than to catch up with his old Master for a while. The Anzat clears his throat loudly.*
Are the lot of you young hot heads done yet?
His black eyes befalling on each and everyone, from his knowledge being more then likely the oldest in the room felt he was allowed.*
If your done, I do believe we have plans to cement. The sooner we do, the sooner we can focus on having a few drinks to reminisce. Unless you'd all rather just duke it out. I'm old. I do love a good dinner and a show.
*Ver'metus emptied his glass of Corellian Spiced Ale and slams it on the table as well, then sends the empty glass sliding towards PHantom's. The old anzat eyes him quietly, he probably shouldn't push his luck with Phantom before sharing more about the present he gave, but he wasn't scared of the younger sith.*
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on Aug 9, 2015 10:20:22 GMT -8
**Ferinus had been seated quietly during the majority of the current exchange. His mind was racing, turning, considering each word and every statement. He had closed his eyes and kept them closed. His fingers steepled in front of his face. He was listening.
Each person seated at the table spoke plenty of statements of merit. The Sith Lord was slowly but surely coming around to this plan. They could truly do it but only if they worked as one in the best way they could. Ferinus knew this to be a virtual impossibility, yet it was necessary. If anyone could set aside the pettiness of many Sith and work together while still preserving their own ends, it was the group gathered here. Ferinus had a considerable amount of confidence in that fact.
So, for the first time in several long moments, the Sith Lord spoke up, if only to disrupt things.....at first.**
"I wouldn't have it any other way, Miss Myral. There is no fun in that."
**He cocked and crooked smile and opened his eyes to Phantom, swiveling between him and Stormro.**
"I believe this arrangement would suit our talents best, at least at the present time. We will set course and put these plans into motion. The wretched Ji'Dai won't be able to do a damn thing about the planet until it is far too gone and that planet is merely the beginning. If I am to work from the shadows, then I trust my work will not be disturbed and I will be allowed to conduct my affairs in my own fashion. That is not subject to debate. Anyone who wishes to do so....is welcome to try."
**Ferinus pushed his chair back and stood.**
"Stormro's contraptions can prove useful. I will begin my work in a laboratory. But first thing's first: I need that drink."
**He crossed his black-robed arms and nodded once.**
"You have my vote of assent."
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Aug 10, 2015 6:32:21 GMT -8
Before he could reply to Aysa's charge, Stormro had tactfully explained why and also gave her a designated area, this was good because after the planetary exploit, his sister loosing her mind, and what could only be a myriad of surprises had been taxing. The heated nature at the moment was only wearing away and the psychosis within was clawing behind his eyes braying for blood, lust, or both if the situation was right.
His elbow resting on the table he pinched the bridge of his nose as it began to calm..."Hot heads." Now it was just the desire to see life drain from eyes, the desire only given heightened need with his thoughts swirling about needing some release. Drinking may help but he would need to take out the filter for it to actually do anything and that would just be a waste.
Taking a deep breath he pulled one of the datapads, his fingers flying along it calling up the sector and pathways least traveled through space. Locking that flight plan and sending it to Wrath. The destroyer seemed to come alive as the engines fired up and he stood, his right eye freely looking about while his left stayed on point
"I have pressing matters to deal with, the drinks should be endless though I would not be surprised if we run out with those here who are drinking. Your rooms are all linked and once we arrive, a shipwide notification will be released and we will go from there."
Turning, he took the sabercane and headed through the back, the entire panel pulling back as he headed out, the blue palm on his cloak glinting as the doors shut behind him. There was someone in the medical bay that needed his attention and he needed answers.
For the rest left in the conference room, the service droids stepped forward with carts of assorted handles of liquor, two barrels of beer which were uncorked and tapped but there was always more
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Tyrana Letta-Horica
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Post by Tyrana Letta-Horica on Aug 13, 2015 18:42:51 GMT -8
Ty could sense that the meeting had come to a close. How could she not, feeling Phantom's brooding as he left the room. She winced slightly and looked at her guest with a guilty look
I may be in for some pain after being so sneaky like this
Her guest (who we all know to be Chel at this point) smiled softly and shook her head. Adjusting her cloak awkwardly as she sipped the wine Ty had poured for her
If... Ph-phantom plans to harm you for helping me, then he is in for a big surprise. Especially once he learns that we've teamed up.
She offered a wink to Ty and slowly finished off her glass. Ty couldn't help but notice the way she had stumbled over Phantom's name and felt horrible, almost angry with her Big Brother. But she knew his payback was right around the corner and just let her agitation build inside her for use later (like in a certain contest that she and Feri and others would be having soon)
Oh you're right, what do I have to worry about? Anyways, there was a girl in the meeting who i was wondering if you could whip up one or two things for her? She had only a body suit on. I won't give them to her until her master says she can have them though, i'm sure he's doing some kind of training...
Chel had been about to respond when her attention was drawn elsewhere, and a look of distress came over her.
Ty my friend, would you mind running down to the medbay and getting some vitamins from one of the medical droids for me? I fear i'm feeling a bit drained...
Ty was up before Chel had finished speaking and was almost to the door before she stopped and looked at Chel over her shoulder
What if he comes in while i'm gone?
With a shrug Chel gave a nervous smile
Then he comes, there is nothing to stop him
Ty grinned and nodded before darting out of the room, running down the hall to the lift and making her way quickly to the medbay, trying to conceal her own nervousness for Chel. What if this meeting went bad? Ty hardly thought that Phantom would destroy part of his ship to make a point, but then again... yeah he would. Oh the suspense was killing her. She almost missed the medbay in her haste and distracted by the What Ifs and What Fors, but she entered the room and grinned at the droids.
Hello my sweeties! I need vitamins! all kinds! Gimme!
While things were set in motion and droids scrambled to do Ty's bidding, she leaned against the wall by the door and played with her dress, hoping that if she ran into Phantom between here and his chambers he might spare her from pain for the dress for her assassin jobs
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Aysá
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Post by Aysá on Aug 18, 2015 0:52:25 GMT -8
The alternatives proposed by Stormro seemed to satisfy the rest of the Sith Lords in attendance, Aysa included. She was a little disappointed however not to be fighting in the arena with the rest of them but she understood that Adumar’s underworld was an arena in itself. This was going to be fun.
She gave Stormro a small nod of acceptance and she was just about to speak when Phantom abruptly left the meeting. Now she understood where Tyrana got it from. She shook her head and turned to the table full of bottles. She wondered for a moment what to bring back to the table. Her fingers grazed over the bottles, pulling one every so often to the side as she looked through them. It wasn’t there. She frowned. Phantom had always ensured that a bottle of her favourite drink was on board when she was; but then again, her arrival had been unannounced, so his lack of foresight could be forgiven on this occasion.
Aysa picked up a spiralled decanter and drummed her nails against its long slender neck, contemplating for a moment if it was suitable, then she saw it; a small spherical container made from clear glass with a small neck just a few centimetres in height. The clear liquid within swirled and glowed red and yellow at her touch; Ahaskitan Fire Water. Aysá smiled and picked up the bottle, the liquid flames within burning brighter. She collected five small shot glasses and returned to the table.
She walked to Ferinus, placed the glass in front of him and poured the liquid from the bottle, filling the glass to its brim. As the Fire Water settled, the glow pulsed then slowly faded.
“Now that Lord Phantom has left us, perhaps someone else should toast in this new … era”
She glanced briefly to Ferinus and then continued around the table, placing a glowing glass in front of each Sith. When she reached Stormro she paused for a moment.
“My name is Aysá. I apologise for not introducing myself sooner. Sometimes business is far too pressing to be held up by such formalities, but I apologise none the less.”
Aysá turned to everyone as she filled her own glass and then returned to her empty seat.
“Now, any last words?”
She said with a smile.
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Aug 23, 2015 20:13:39 GMT -8
As the formal meeting came to an end and Phantom took his leave Stormro turned in his chair to face Nel, not even bothering to ask for her permission as he grabbed her chin with his left hand before deftly forcing her broken nose back into place with little regard for any potential discomfort it might cause. "Never allow any injury to permanently disfigure your face; scars should be worn with pride, but any sort of distinguishing mark or feature in your visage will make it more difficult to disguise yourself or avoid notice." Once he had set her broken nose he allowed his hand to linger, sending a pulse of dark healing through her nose which temporarily mended her injury. "There, that ought to take care of your nose for now. In the future, however, I expect you to either heal your own injuries or exchange some other luxury for me to heal them. Do I make myself clear?" Even as he ceased speaking, his voice continued in the young Zabrak's mind, continuing their existing mental conversation even as he turned to Aysa. "Wrong. You were punished for speaking at the wrong time and, by extension, you were punished because you put me in a position where I had to make a show of disciplining you. While I expect you to follow my teachings I have no interest in training a slave or servant; I expect you to be able to think for yourself and to act without relying on my direction. Thus, I expect that you will be able to know when and how to speak, as well as that you are willing to do so. Are there any questions?"
Smiling warmly as Aysa poured his drink and introduced herself, Stormro spoke with an understanding tone. "There is no need for apologies Miss Aysa; No time was given for us to introduce ourselves and you were hardly the only one whom was not formally introduced. After-all, I never introduced either my apprentice nor my admiral, while our host failed to introduce his silver-haired friend. Besides, I suspect that drinks were provided as a social lubricant in order to help us all become better acquainted in preparation for our joint venture." As the woman returned to her seat and suggested that someone toast their endeavor Stormro remained silent, ceding the toast to one of the others in lieu of silently observing and analyzing everyone now that they were out of the previous formal meeting.
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Nel Bukk
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Post by Nel Bukk on Aug 24, 2015 6:45:06 GMT -8
The Zabrak's mouth opened in a silent yelp of pain, her eyes shutting tight. She wanted to swat at him and protect her vulnerable nose, but not in front of the others. That would once again lead to her needing to be made a show of once again. For some reason, that rankled her, but she was glad for the wash of healing energy, and her eyes lingered shut for a moment longer to enjoy it. By her standards, she wasn't much to look at, but that possibly only benefitted her in regards to hiding in the background. She nodded to show she understood, though she wondered what in all the worlds she had of luxury to offer him if the need arose that she needed more healing. She had nothing of value on her or in her possessions save for her friend's saber at her side and her own that Stormro kept hold of. Which left her the option to get better and to improve enough that she cold heal herself.
Humiliation still stung at her, fueling an anger that had sparked to life at his condescension, at his blatant disregard for her. Something swirled in her, and she wanted to lash out, but she instead turned back in her seat, to the drink Aysa had poured for her as well as for everyone else. Her eyes flitted around at all that remained. No one had noticed, or had cared really, at what had happened, and that too fueled the anger that she was having trouble containing. The bigger the flame got, the more she wanted to lash out. She wasn't like any of these people here. She was weak compared to them, and she inhaled through her nose, tucking back the anger a little bit. There was a time and place for it, and though her knuckles whitened as she curled a hand into a fist under the table, now wasn't that time or place.
"Forgive me for speaking when you had told me not to... although my willingness to speak seemed to result in my punishment, so that seems to be a bit of a contradiction." Something had shifted in her as the anger came out. She was daring to sass him, if only in this mental connection. It was a risk and she couldn't help it. Her shoulders squared out and her spine straightened. "What do I even have of luxury to offer you if I needed healing again?"
The anger had chased away almost all of her submissiveness and humiliation, though she hung onto some of the latter to remind herself of why she was angry in the first place. Though she still felt a need to cower from the man next to her (her fist tightened even more in her lap, her nails biting into the flesh of her palm at the reminder), she needed to set an example of what he was capable of teaching someone. Any failure on her part reflected poorly on him, and Nel hoped she could repair what damage she had wrought by her wagging tongue. Beneath all the cowering and bruises, there was a strong willed, intelligent woman willing to push her bounds, and despite the fear she had of the male next to her, there was also a loyalty he had forged in her by the fact he hadn't given up on her.
Her eyes drifted across the table, and she held her tongue. She wasn't being spoken to, and she didn't want to draw more attention to herself, and so she just sat there, taking in all she could as she had been doing before she had spoken up in the first place.
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Post by Ver'metus on Aug 25, 2015 16:00:41 GMT -8
*Ver'metus watches quietly the rest of the meeting, he hadn't felt anything else he'd needed to add. He'd spoken his piece. It had seemed most of his idea faded into the background, not that he cared, it would fall back into the shadows and he would hold his information for his own uses. He watches as Aysa selects a strange bottle and returns to the table with it. He raised an eyebrow as she poured them each a shot of it. He eyed the liquid quietly for a moment before his eyes met her again.*
I'm known as Ver'metus to most. Most in this room just use Ver. An interesting first meeting I'm sure.
*He grabs his glass and raised it up again eyeing the liquid once more. He didn't seem fearful, or the least bit questioning, just flat and analytical.*
Well, friends, old and new.. To new purpose.
*At that the old Anzat without even asking what the drinks effect, tilts the shot glass to his parting lips and drains its contents into his mouth and swallowing soon thereafter. He quickly slaps the glass back onto the table and waits to see what comes next.
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