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Srina Talon

Srina Talon

Member Since 15 Oct 2017
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#1925837 The Corrupted | CIS Invasion of NR-Held Kuat

Posted by Srina Talon on Yesterday, 09:54 AM

Location: Kuat City Space Port [Headed Toward the City Center]
Accompanying: Chekīta AwaudSankt Yora | Aryn Teth..And possibly others?
Allies: CIS + Allies, etc 



Even though the Confederacy had recently embarked on a motion for friendly relations with the CIC on Coruscant the little Exarch would forever dislike being so close to the Core. She missed Geonosis already. Life on the blisteringly hot world was simple, predictable, and she rarely had to worry about offending someone due to her blunt disposition. Nothing good ever came from traveling North. Nothing.


Yet, she had made a promise. She had sworn to Sankt Yora that she would arrive to Kuat in person. Thus, she would keep her word.  


The atmosphere in the Ferocity during the trip was somber. The frigate had more in common with a tomb than it did a space fairing vessel, despite, the pair of rabbit droids that sprinted through the color-coded halls at breakneck speed. Srina seemed to weave around them without difficulty. Either they avoided her on purpose or her reflexes were so cultivated, that they seemed to be made of liquid, over soft tissue and protein filaments. “Do not leave your playthings in the corridor.”, she warned them, clearly, seeing little glow rods laying about that they both pretended to utilize as lightsabers.


While Srina would not fall, as Echani eyes missed nothing, she was not alone on her personal vessel. Aryn Teth, the former Supreme Commander of the Galactic Alliance, was ever at her side. He had recently relocated to Geonosis from Naboo so they could see one another more frequently. It made the pain and loss that she had endured on Eshan…Bearable. Between the man that had somehow wormed his way past her emotional walls and the Master that easily made her feel safe and protected—She was healing. Day by day, she was doing better, well enough, that she could care for her sister Tellu Talon.


The descent to the depressingly ailing world was uneventful. The rings were obviously suffering. A few ships were docked at certain points, but otherwise, it didn’t seem to have been used in half a decade. When the time came Srina provided the clearance codes from her contact within House Kuat and they easily let her frigate through. There were multiple other vessels that followed her, however, they were all cargo freighters. It seemed that unless the goods were relinquished to an existing institution they would not be allowed to pass down to the world that desperately needed them. They were loaded with the supplies that the current, or former Senator, had specifically asked for. Srina did not understand the politics on Kuat very well…Nor this. But, she would ask the green-hued woman upon her arrival.


Without the bulk of the supplies, there would be a large portion of the Confederacy, waiting, on the streets of Kuat with nothing to do. Why a governing body would not allow aid delivered directly to their citizens was confounding, however, there may have been some unseen reason for it. In the meantime her people could focus on the investigation, and or, set general contracting droids to work and aid the populace. There were likely many tasks that needed done and many tired people that were sick of doing them.


Other ships would be following to directly take a look at the orbital shipyard, while teams, would be deployed to the streets of Kuat to begin the groundwork. The transmission that was sent after their vessel was blown away was sent to Kuat. Specifically, the Wastes, but that didn’t mean that people on the ground, in the thick of it, couldn’t provide valuable details.


Her eyes closed and her stomach slowly twisted.


Was this the right call? Would it have been more prudent simply to react as they had with the Jen’ari and attack their perceived enemy with wanton abandon? Srina couldn’t help but recall how well that had worked out with the Chiss Ascendancy. They were butchers in their eyes, even though, the CIS had been given the impression that the blue-hued nation followed the word of their new Emperor whole-heartedly. That seemed not to have been entirely true. The last thing the Exarch wanted was another gray area. Another slip up.


Another military action that crushed a populace. Eshan…Eshan was free. However, it was also devastated.


Srina did not want that for Kuat. Sith or not…She did not want it. But would she be able to stop it? The young woman didn’t know.


As she walked down the ramp, swathed in the blue and silver armor that Darth Tacitus had created for her—she accessed her holo-comm to address the Confederates that were patiently waiting for orders.


“Confederacy…You are here to ascertain the truth of what has transpired. Use your instincts, your skills, and make sure to check in with anything you find. Those of you working on the rings…Be careful.”   


With that small notice, she continued on through the spaceport to meet with the delegation. She had minimal weaponry on her person and lacked any sort of obvious support in the form of offensive technology. Magnaguard were usually her go to in delicate situations, however, this was not a scenario in which she expected to encounter obvious enemy combatants. Wearing her armor, moving among friends, would need to suffice.


Upon spotting Sankt Yora, in the presence of security Chekīta Awaud , she inclined her head politely and silver eyes dusted over the rest of the company the formidable woman met.


“It is a pleasure to meet you face to face. I have many things for you to peruse...And a few questions. Would you prefer to discuss it here? Or somewhere more private?”  



#1925436 The 11th Hour

Posted by Srina Talon on 21 March 2019 - 11:35 PM



Location: Geonosis - Golbah City - The Citadel 

Tag: Sankt Yora



The relationship that the Confederacy had with the Sith was one based on a need to avoid mutually assured destruction. They held a Pact of Non-Aggression with the refugees that they had taken in from the Core after the fall of the Alliance. It was specific, however, it ensured that their people would not feel threatened or hunted for once being part of the enemy. It was the only umbrella the Confederacy could offer the lost souls when all was said and done. They could give credits, homes, food, water, and clothing—which was all well and good. But security? It was priceless.


Srina did not know what planeta non grata meant straight away, but context clues, helped her put things together reasonably enough. The more she heard from Sankt Yora the more she felt confusion grow and bubble in the hollows of her chest. “I am at a loss. That is not the way that the Confederacy handles their relationship with member worlds. I am not naïve enough to believe that all nations operate in the same capacity that we do…But that is an error. The more evolved and successful a world becomes the better off the governing body is.”


“To aid a planet within our sphere, if I may be truthful, is an obligation. It is non-negotiable. Our strength lies in our people. With their support—a nation grows. Without it…”


The Exarch did not feel that further explanation was necessary. It would be obvious to any leader, from Senator, to King, that maintaining the people was a number one priority. They were the lifeblood and backbone of all that they held dear.  


Well, that, and the Droid Army that was sitting in storage. Having the support of their people was half the reason they were taking the long walk back to the Core. If they simply returned to their desks and continued on their way without dealing with the loss of civilian lives, the Confederacy, would lose faith. It was easier to rebuild broken ships, to spend from the treasury, and aid in rebuilding that which had been destroyed than it was to win over the heart of a disillusioned populace.


“The Confederacy can offer many things. Our droid soldiers do not have the same price, not like an organic, or clone army would. They do not require salary. Housing. For that alone we can afford to provide. Especially, if Kuat is, as you say, willing to become a port to call.”, Srina spoke up, nodding her head, when it was requested that she loop the Vicelord in. In all honesty, there was no need. They were connected through the Force. When he wished it, he could see through her eyes, he could hear with her ears. He would know this discussion had taken place. She could already feel his approval. “Our forces will not be small, however, I will arrive personally to greet you, or a delegation of your choosing, as we deliver on our promise of aid. We will accept the invitation provided by House Kuat.”


If they worked together, perhaps, they could solve this before it was too late. It was a chance they were both taking. Srina, very well, could have the Viceroyalty boxing her ears the next day for believing that Kuat wanted a peaceful resolution. The Senator…The Senator had far more to lose than she did. Srina recognized that, and her head inclined, when it was again painted that Kuat was not the untouchable titan it had once been.


“I worry, Senator. Kuat is not what the rest of the galaxy believes it to be…And I worry, that while my intent is to stay bloodshed, that it may be too little too late. It is a race against time now…”, she trailed off, gently, as silver eyes flickered back toward the window, where rain still fell. “But, if it is a race, we will run. We will do what we can. As best we can…”


It was clear that the Echani did not wish to turn Kuat into a battleground. Already, her mind was whirling, looking for ways, that would still the reaction of the Confederacy. This was one step. The fact that Kuat was willing to open their borders to allow the droid nation entry would go a long way. Still. Her expression remained tight. Quiet. “I will have my offices forward you a full list of relief efforts that we can provide. We will need many minds to take a look at your ring, and if possible, the original blueprints.”


Another leap of faith. But honestly? The ring was already broken. What could the Confederacy do? Break it more? “Aside from that…I believe that we have come to an understanding. Have you further questions that you would wish that I answer?”, she questioned, a silvery visage, from the other side of the holo-call. Srina made no attempts to hide anything. In truth…The cards of the CIS were already all on the table. If they had a clue what was happening? She wouldn’t be seeing this armistice with House Kuat now. If they had the full picture, and the Republic was guilty, beyond the shadow of a doubt…There would be no reason to scrutinize the attacks.


It would simply be fire. Fire, and blood.  


Srina hoped, flashing back to Eshan City, that it would not come to that.


#1925208 Of Monsters and Men | CIS & CA

Posted by Srina Talon on 21 March 2019 - 04:15 AM



Location: Denon Space [Corvette CR90] - Meeting Room

Wearing: XoXoXo

Objective: Bridge the Divide

Tags: Eternal MuseDezoti



Ah, politics.


Where in the galaxy would they be without being required to maneuver minefields the size of a small starship every other day? Sometimes she regretted taking this sort of position over that of a soldier. She was good at fighting. Good with her hands. She understood trading physical blows. Verbal dialogue? It was a different sort of arena…But she did her best. The young Echani, to be frank, was fatigued. Her travels between Eshan and Confederate space were not stolen moments in which rest could be found. It was time that required her focus, her full attention, so that she could carve out the necessary effort for both places she called home. The two nations held her past, present, and future. With that in mind—The Exarch didn’t stop, didn’t take a break, between traveling from Geonosis to Denon.


Srina took a small shuttle to the CR90 Corvette that held the mutually agreed upon clandestine meeting. Even if she wasn’t required to attend every single summit, or, every single discussion in regards to the remnants of the first location the Jen’ari Empire had occupied—she wished to be present. The young woman could imagine how this olive branch would be perceived. Potentially, too little, too late. Regardless, it needed to be made. The Chiss, as they were, had never been the target of the Confederacy.


Only those that stood in their way, siding, with the filth the Jen’ari spewed. As to whom the Chiss Ascendency truly sided with at the time…It was tumultuous. There were differing opinions from anyone who could speak. Of course, it was ugly. All of it. War, filled with collateral damage, was never appealing. It was never fair. Seldom, did it hinge on any sort of morality, and rarely, would it be solved through words alone. She had many colleagues in the Silver Jedi that would vehemently disagree with her ideology. Srina was had been born with combat twined in her blood, which, made it so that she could never see it that way.


That didn’t mean, however, that she couldn’t see the damage. The grief, the loss.   


Intent would make no difference to those that were grieving, or, who were already dead. The diminutive creature had seen nightmarish things on Copero. From the fallen Eternal Empire soldiers returning to life, to continue fighting, to the Jen’ari executing Chiss civilians en masse on the steps of parliament just to quell a riot. With the imperative to rid the galaxy of a newborn Empire at any cost, the destruction of infrastructure, pivotal buildings, and even a means of production had been the end result.


The blue-hued natives had a right to be wary on any standpoint possible. A right to be scared. A right to be angry—If they so wished. Such was the measure of their pain. Their pain. Of which, the Exarch did not have the hubris, to try and understand.  


The nearly albino Echani moved through the halls of the Corvette in complete silence. She didn’t bring a small army of Droids, Knights, or Dauntless. There was no need. The Confederacy had already done harm, by proxy, and it didn’t make any sense to wish for more. Her elegant brow furrowed, slightly, as she thought over the upcoming proceedings. It was…Grim. Though, she would not complain.  


Instead, she headed toward the meeting room, clad in a gray mourning cloak and a pale traveling dress.


Despite her schedule…She hoped very much not to be late. 



#1925201 The Dawn Will Come | CIS & CIC

Posted by Srina Talon on 21 March 2019 - 03:26 AM



Location: Coruscant - Spaceport [Landing Platform]

Wearing: XoXoXo

Objective: Diplomacy

CIS Tag: Darth Metus | Adron Malvern

CIC Tag: Tanomas Graf, Varian Alaric, Marriskcal Lati, Seto Du Couteau Kyli DT-6767



She loathed Coruscant.


She did not like this place, not at all, not even a little bit.


The darkest memory she had, of the darkest day, belonged to this world. This achingly ill-equipped ecumenopolis of lights, pointed towers, and sky lanes. It was built upon the remnants of the old. Built on the backs of dead. Literally. This newly made version, this recreation of the gilded Pearl of the Galaxy, left something to be desired. Srina used to look upon the bustling city-scape with hope. There was something peaceful in watching speeders pass by, lights flaring, without a care in the world.


At least, it was peaceful, until the underbelly became exposed. Peaceful—Until the Core was rendered to pain, blood, and dust. When she closed her eyes she could see it. She could hear the war, smell the decay, and knew…Knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that ash fell like snow. Flashbacks of a ten-kilometer ship breaking in half and falling into the Archives almost made her flinch at the first blush of sunlight that kissed her skin.




Coruscant had sunlight? Not burning black clouds and plumes of smoke that choked the life from everything it touched? Srina Talon blinked as mercurial eyes adjusted slowly to the new reality. Likely, it had been “new” for quite some time but the young woman hadn’t set foot on this planet after taking a slew of refugees off of it. She raised her hand to the level of her eye to give a little shade as delicate footsteps brought her down the ramp of the Ferocity. She seemed to float, rather than walk, and moved with all the grace of a little Queen. It wasn’t due to noble birth. Or high-born upbringing. It was simply the way she was. Pristine—Perfect. At all times. In all things.


The diminutive creature was wrapped in white shimmersilk that held to her form as if she had been poured into it. A gray cloak, made for mourning, flowed with her movements as if it were part of her. The thin gossamer that it was made from seemed as if it had been stolen from the wing of a butterfly. It was a cruel comparison, but in the moment, ever so accurate. Much like her fellow Exarch, Adron Malvern, she was flanked by two Magnaguard.


They did not remain visible. Her hand moved, a faint gesture, and their stealth tech spun up in a hurry. The metal monstrosities disappeared from sight as if they had never existed in the first place. Good. Causing a panic was the last thing she wanted, however, the Vicelord preferred that they not travel completely unprepared. Beyond that she was scarcely armed. She was slated to meet with Darth Metus and Adron Malvern further down on the landing platforms. While she waited she let her gaze flicker over the people in the area. There were so many faces. All smiling. Happy. It was so surreal.


Perhaps this Confederation would be good for the Core. It was the first nation that dared to claim Coruscant after all had fallen, nearly lost, and it was with the sense of a misbegotten lost puppy that she felt obligated to at least oversee the proceedings. These were politicians and sought to become the phoenix that rose from the ashes of the Galactic Alliance. Did she not owe it to her former allegiances, to her future husband, to see this through? For all they had lost…Yes. She did.


Glancing around the sunlit pathways she eventually let a sigh pass through primrose tinted lips. It was sight. Were it not for the fact that she shoulders moved, signifying that she drew breath, the flaxen-haired Sith could have easily been mistaken with a statue. Lithe fingers brushed over her Holo-Comm and the Apprentice of Darth Metus chided both figures that she had waited so patiently for.


“Gentlemen. You are late. This will make me late.”


Srina despised being tardy. 

#1925186 Submission Modifications

Posted by Srina Talon on 21 March 2019 - 02:13 AM

Marcellus Decker #722 - The Sandali - [Completed]


Anya Venari#723 - Tygara - [Completed]


Tathra Khaeus #724 - Bryn'adul | Writhing Servitors - [Completed]


Bastille Rommer #725 - Ra'Katha - [Completed]


Siobhan Kerrigan #726 - Order of Fire,  #728 Order of the Fire Silencers, & #729Cataphracts of the Ascending Phoenix - [Completed]


Kaida Taldir #727 - Exemplars - [Completed]


Karrigan'Xalda #730 - Heralds of the Destroyer - [Completed]


Tegaea Alcori #731 - Qadiri Sepoys - [Completed]


Scherezade deWinter - Endelaan - [Completed]


Darth Carnifex - The Behemoth - [Completed]


Note: I did a lot of subs in one go, so please, if I made a mistake let me know. Thanks!

#1925161 Submission Modification Request

Posted by Srina Talon on 21 March 2019 - 12:51 AM

Robogeber Both Subs Moved to Pre-Factory

#1925158 The 11th Hour

Posted by Srina Talon on 21 March 2019 - 12:45 AM



Location: Geonosis - Golbah City - The Citadel 

Tag: Sankt Yora



The wait for a response from the other side of the holo-call was done so with baited breath. She had been informed that this Senator was reasonable, that, she could be spoken to on a pleasant level versus having to weave through political landmines. Srina liked that. She liked to be plain, blunt, and honest. It was the easiest way to get things done, however, one of the most risky. Office-bearers that didn’t play their cards close to the chest were inviting the potential for injury. “Thank you for taking the time to speak with me.”


The Exarch remained quiet while the green-hued Falleen shared her perspective on the on what had taken place. She nodded her head, expressionless, though she was at a loss to hear that the Republic had not offered much in the way of assistance. That seemed to go against everything the self-proclaimed protectors of the Core actually stood for. “Less than forthcoming?”


Primrose lips curved into a delicate frown while she remained silent to collect her thoughts. Nothing about this seemed right. It smelled off. What nation wouldn’t respond to civilian ships being brought down? The Confederacy had raised security measures, reached out to the families, and were still actively investigating. It seemed that the NR remained very transparent with matters of record…But could they trust it? Records could be altered. Erased.


“Forgive the delay, Senator. That just doesn’t make much sense and I don’t want to appear entirely ignorant to the state of your affairs. Please enlighten me.”


It was a simple question. The wheels in her head were turning round and round while she went back to the reports that they had taken in. They appeared in the air as holo-docs, some with photos, and the Exarch found the answers on your own. It was only then that she realized that the date on many of the images was current. Srina had assumed them to be old. Seven years old. “…How can it be that your ring is still in shambles…?”


The more she dug through the information the more she realized how deeply injured Kuat still was. From economic downturns, that kept plummeting, to a distinct lack of safe zones. She understood that the radiation might have made things difficult, but this, this was all they’d had in the last seven years?


“Lady Senator…I apologize for the woes of your people. I apologize, because, we are likely to add to them in the near future. I cannot halt the arrival of the Confederacy in Kuat space. We will be on our way imminently to discern the true problems in the sector. Something is obviously wrong…”, Srina began slowly, plainly, and without any subterfuge. She wasn’t trying to intimidate or frighten the green-hued Falleen woman on the holo-projector. She only wanted her to understand the facts. The CIS would be coming. There was no halting that storm. However, they could mitigate the damage. “We wish to conduct our investigation. If you would be kind enough to let us do so, unimpeded, we would be willing to provide restitution for the ships that we brought down. If things are as dire on Kuat as they appear—we would also be able to volunteer other aid as a sign of goodwill. Shelter. Food, basic necessities.”


“I could even speak to the Vicelord about potentially repairing your ring to working order. That would get Kuat Shipyards off the ground again. At most, I believe, he would ask that we be allowed to utilize the shipyard as a port to call. It would aid the Confederacy to have a landing pad close to the Core where vessels could be restocked, repaired, and refueled. Our added traffic could also cause a bump in the economy.”


The small Echani paused. This time, her expression changed, and seemed a little rueful. It wasn’t pity that she utilized when she spoke to this Senator. It was honesty. And that truth brought her a significant degree of deeply hidden remorse. Srina had seen enough killing in Eshan to last a lifetime. “…I must caution you. The situation is volatile. While we are not purely tyrannical….It is a dark time in which we walk along an edge of a blade. If we tilt too far one way or the other, for any reason, the whole thing could go off like a powder keg.”


It would be a race against time. To see if they could get to the bottom of the issue without anyone jumping the gun, further, than they already had.


“All I can do is try to begin this as peacefully as possible. Please understand…I cannot dictate the full outcome.”


All it would take was one shot. Just, one.


#1924660 The White Rabbit [Bounty Thread]

Posted by Srina Talon on 19 March 2019 - 07:04 AM



B.] The Adventures of Koda Fett


The pale-creature lazed over the edge of the railing, watching speeders fly by, while the sun moved overhead. Her expression was pensive. “This place is too full of people.”, she muttered under her breath, before she turned, just in time to see her Magnaguard escort take a hit to the abdomen. Its body snapped to the side, and it stumbled back, before its nightmarish crimson eyes turned toward the direction of the hit.


“Danger.”, the robot muttered, stuttering, as sparks came from the damaged chassis. It bent to the side as its spine seemed to give way. “You are in danger!”


The woman started toward the robot but it backed away. Further, and further, each time. Its core was unstable and it was very likely going to explode. Its primary directive involved protecting the small Echani warrior. Killing her in a blast of fire would definitely be against that directive. “Run!”


Silver eyes turned toward the direction the shot had come from. They narrowed, filled with a particular loathing, before she turned, and vaulted over the edge of the bridge into the traffic below.






E.] The Playdate of Allya Vi'Dreya


“They are my murder moppets.”


One of many, many children that Darth Metus seemed to have fathered approached her. She was a beautiful little thing, with caramel skin, and chocolate eyes. The white-haired female looked her over briefly and gave her a faint nod. The Exarch was rarely overly friendly unless there was a reason for it.  “They are designed to be cute.”


She sighed when BNI-Bella proceeded to try and steal something from a cart. It was a shiny stone, with no value to a droid whatsoever, but the little rabbit squealed incredibly loud when her babysitter passed over the appropriate amount of credits. She seemed to think that she had her own kyber crystal now and was conspiring to build a lightsaber with it. BNI-Leo seemed equally enthused.


“They are more evil, than cute.”






D.] The Hunt of Tathra Khaeus


There was not enough time to do everything that she needed to do in one day. She’d been running errands all morning, and now, was slated to pick up a representative from Lok. The albino-skinned woman should have burned to a crisp under the noon-day sun but it didn’t seem to bother her. Other people, not nearly as pale, seemed to suffer from burns and dehydration. Something about her almost seemed at home, as if her core temperature was lower, and able to withstand the blaze. “We’re here to pick up Governor Tan.”


The Dauntless that she walked with seemed to have their heads on a swivel. Generally speaking, they should have been safe as houses in the capital, but they never stopped working. Their charge appreciated it. She wasn’t even wearing armor, nor, did she have any visible weapons on her person. Her clothing was made for a political sphere and her hair was braided back in a traditional fashion.


“Apologies, Exarch, the cruiser from Lok is running behind schedule.”


The Echani frowned, but nodded her head. “It’s all right. We will wait.”


Out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw something. Someone large.


Very large.






 G.] The Buyers Remorse of Kurenai Yumi


“Listen, I’ve been paid, ahead of time, not to sell you anything.”


A frown creased primrose lips and her arms came to cross beneath her bosom. She was frustrated, embarrassed, and entirely bothered that someone would see to it that she could not purchase the tools required to bake a tray of blue-milk cherry tarts. It wasn’t as if she as asking for a blow torch or something equally flame causing. “I carry a lightsaber and you will not allow me to spend exorbitant amounts of credits on your overpriced baking trays?”


The face of the merchant started to turn red. He felt insulted, twice over, and now couldn’t get this woman from the Crown out of his stall. He was half tempted to go back on his word but didn’t want to face the consequences. “I’m sorry. You’ll have to try another vendor.”


Her frown grew, and she would have continued on, were it not for the fact that she was approached by a dark-haired woman in armor. Glacier eyes flickered. A name flickered through her mind’s eye and her head tilted carefully. Interesting. “I am. These merchants have all been instructed not to sell me cooking equipment. I need to make something.”


“And the domestic staff in the Citadel chased me away.”   


 The Echani seemed entirely miffed, as if anyone, would dare chase her away. Her lips quirked to the side and she almost looked a little defeated. “It’s probably Metus. He never lets me do anything fun…”, she trailed off, perturbed, and unnerved. That Vicelord was going to get a piece of her mind.  

#1924648 The 11th Hour

Posted by Srina Talon on 19 March 2019 - 04:38 AM



Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth;

without rain, there would be no life.

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.


Location: Geonosis - Golbah City - The Citadel 

Tag: Sankt Yora




Srina stood quietly near the transparisteel window that overlooked the front of the Citadel. The WeatherNet that they used was similar to the unit that governed Coruscant. It even had some of the same old rules. ‘The rain may never fall until after sundown, and by eight in the morning, the fog must disappear.’ Then came the warmth. Then came the heat. For the first time in the last hundred hours since one of their civilian ships had gone down in Republic space—the world was quiet. 

There were no pings on the holo-net. Her comm had been silenced and her lines had been rerouted so that her automated secretarial services could answer the call first. She watched the rainfall, causing the windows to steam, and tried to imagine standing in the same place a week prior. The Exarch had been grieving Eshan. She was still grieving for her people, for her world, but it mattered not. 
Her emotions could not be trusted. 
Instead, she sought logical solutions. There had to be a reason for this. The higher echelon of the government of the Confederacy knew and or hoped that there was something causing this nightmare. They just didn’t know what. Or who. In the darkest corners of their hearts, they wondered if the Republic and the remnants of the Alliance could have misunderstood them so badly that their distrust of a Sith led nation had turned to hate. In the meantime, their people were getting upset. They were scared. Angry. They wanted answers just as much as bloodshed. Srina aimed to find out the truth. Hopefully, before it was too late.  
“Exarch…You have a holo-call on your private line. It is Senator Yora of Kuat.” 
Srina blinked and pulled back from the window. Her heart seemed to grind to a stop, barely able to beat, at the notion of yet another war lingering on their doorstep. The white-haired woman smoothed the front of her muted gray gown and approached the holo-projector. Although voice would be sufficient, it would be better, if they could see one another face to face. 
A blue-tinged female, crossed with faint lines from technology, appeared before her. The Exarch had done her homework. She knew who the Falleen female was, however, Srina didn’t know where she stood in the political sphere. Things in that sector seemed murky. It was one of the reasons she was reaching out. Ships going down left and right in Kuat space was not only a tragedy on a moral scale but a blow against any economy. “Greetings, Senator Yora.” 
“My name is Srina Talon. I am an Exarch within the Confederacy of Independent Systems. I am the right hand of the Vicelord, Darth Metus, and I’ve called for you in…Desperate times.”
She did not lie. Her voice was plain, quiet, and formal. There was no noble upbringing in her blood but the slender Echani carried herself with the grace of a little Queen. Anyone who knew her, would also realize, that it was far from deliberate. It was simply her way. 
“I’m sure that you’re aware of the events that have recently taken place. The Confederacy wishes to get to the bottom of it before things escalate further. Our people are anxious. We need to do something, as a nation, before outright hostility becomes inevitable.”  

#1924112 The White Rabbit [Bounty Thread]

Posted by Srina Talon on 17 March 2019 - 07:07 AM

A.) A lone figure with long white hair could be seen sitting at a round table within one of the many cooling zones in Golbah City. The area is quiet. The younglings that usually dot the fountains seemed to have all but disappeared. Despite the heat, it seems that the quiet figure is also drinking hot tea, over cold, and is even using a proper teacup. 


B.) There is a bridge that connects the Hub and the Crown. You will also find a version of the Exarch here, overlooking the traffic below, and clad in a pale blue wrap dress. There is a Magnaguard walking at her side. 


C.) Through the halls of the Citadel, an emotionless Exarch walks toward one of the many meeting halls. Is she happy? Sad? It's hard to tell. Her state of dress is a little trendier than some of the others and it seems as if she might actually be wearing high heeled shoes. 


D.) Blue seems to be a theme. This female Echani is wearing a traveling dress of the palest azure. She seems to be headed toward the spaceport, as if planning to go somewhere, or perhaps she is picking someone up. There are two Dauntless Commandos walking with her. 


E.) Two small rabbit droids are hopping through the Bazaar at a rapid pace. Behind them, glowering, is an Echani that seems to be rather annoyed by their rambunctious behavior. She does not scold them but instead gently leads them away from random acts of vandalism and pickpocketing. 


F.) A vision of what appears to be Srina Talon can be seen walking along a path in the Sprawl. She is alone, however, she is carrying a small package. Her clothing appears to be very plain and her expression is quite serious. She holds the package gingerly, almost, as if she's afraid to drop it. 


G.) A merchant that specializes in cookware is haggling quite aggressively with the Confederate Exarch. She insists that she knows how to use high-yield kitchen equipment, however, the poor merchant was long ago instructed not to sell her any by the Powers that Be. This fight looks like it might get ugly...

#1924092 CIS Invasion of Eshan Rewards

Posted by Srina Talon on 17 March 2019 - 03:43 AM

Valdus Bral - Hope you like! Took a guess at what your character might look like with your bio haha <3

#1924081 The Vanguard of Polaris

Posted by Srina Talon on 17 March 2019 - 02:34 AM



"We do things the Vanguard way—The right way."




  • Intent: To create an exclusive and completely over the top tower for both temporary and permanent lodgings to Confederate citizens and guests.

  • Image Credit:
    • Main Header: X [Giorgio Grecu] and X [JOnasDeRo]
    • Dividers: Srina Talon
    • Ground Floor: X - Pinterest
    • Indigo Gardens: Pinterest
    • Pool: X [The Langham Hotel]
    • Sports Arena: X [Emanshiu]
    • Holo-Cinema: X
    • Conference Hall: X
    • Event Hall: X
    • Grand Ballroom: X
    • Dining Hall: X
    • Guest Suite: X
    • Residential Suite: X
    • Private Hangar: X [Bastien Grivet]
    • Allies Suites: X
    • CIS Suites: X
    • Observation Deck: X
  • Canon: Geonosis

  • Links: Golbah City [Capital of the Confederacy]



  • Structure Name: The Vanguard of Polaris

  • Classification: Residential Tower and Entertainment Complex

  • LocationGeonosis,Golbah City [Capital of the Confederacy]

  • Affiliation: The Confederacy of Independent Systems

  • Accessibility: The Vanguard of Polaris is located within Golbah City, more specifically, within the center of the Crown and subsequently the Royal Sector. People can pass the tower and surrounding area as easily as the would the other governmental buildings, however, there are restrictions in actually gaining entry. Many of the privileged class do call this location home so there is a certain standard of privacy and safety to be upheld for many of the floors. The hangar bays and skydocks are always kept clear for those who need them and the paths that lead to the entrances and exits are always monitored and well lit. [Note: There are some areas that can be accessed more easily than others. Day passes for locals can be acquired to utilize the "Entertainment" aspects. The Shopping Center, the Holo-Cinema, etc. While the location is heavily monitored, it is not, barred from the common people. They simply have to register appropriately to visit for security reasons.]

  • Description: Aside from the Citadel, also located with the Crown of Golbah City, the Vanguard is one of the tallest structures in the area. At night the building seems to have an almost grim aesthetic, although, some creative lighting causes it to stand out and illuminate the dark. During the day it can be noted to seem less ostentatious although it is no less mystifying. The Vanguard is a monolith, a monument to the modern age, and a symbol of progress in the Southern Systems.

Masterful Drapery: It should be noted that throughout the Vanguard there are panels of beautiful fabric that envelop most of the large windows. So majestic, so beautiful, it appears almost ethereal when the spotlights highlight the obviously high thread count at twilight. This description is attributed to one Valiens Nantaris who found them most appealing.  




Sub-Level 1 [Vanguard Staff Access Only-Restricted]

Domestic Staff Training and Office Space

On-Demand Customer Tech Repair Center

Detention Center - Holding Area

Laundry Services

Hospitality Supplies

Sub Level 2  [Vanguard Staff Access Only-Restricted]

Droid Re-Charge Stations and Droid Storage [Custodial, Maintenance, General Labor and Servant Variety]

Droid Repair Stations

Primary Servers


Sub Level 3  [Vanguard Staff Access Only-Restricted]

Emergency Medical Bay

Emergency Supplies and General Storage

Emergency Bunker

Emergency Escape Route - Executive shuttles that transport residents and guests to a safe location in the Hub via light rail.  


Sub Level 4  [Vanguard Staff Access Only-Restricted]

Backup Servers

Utility Support Machinery [Provides Water, power, and climate control independent of the rest of the City]




Ground Floor/1st Floor [General Access]

  • Main Reception Area -  The first thing that a resident or guest would see would be one of the warm, welcoming, and friendly Reception Areas. Surprisingly helpful members of security will check over credentials and hand out day passes before letting anyone through. The design of the interior is immaculate and much of the systems available are entirely automated for convenience. It is the powerhouse of the tower and clearly reflects the quality and ethos of the Vanguard brand. Staff are a mix of organic and robotic as no Confederate establishment is complete without a full complement of active and attentive droids.

  • Public Hangar Bay - A valet system is in place, if needed, for busy guests to come and go at a moments notice. It is clean, organized, and packed with security personnel that check personal entry chits and day passes to ensure that no one enters the complex that shouldn't be present.

  • Shopping Center - Full of the latest and greatest innovations that Geonosis has to offer, select shops, geared toward entertainment, have been given outlet locations to appeal to the wide variety of residents that populate the tower. Guests will find it comprehensive and locals not of the tower treat it as a fun tourist attraction. Many permanent residents rarely feel the need to leave the Vanguard because everything they require is located within.

  • Security Hub - A building this impressive demands equally impressive safety and security systems. AI surveillance monitors every inch of the building 24/7. Residents and guests can choose to toggle the system on and off within their own dwellings to preserve privacy, although, it is incredibly intuitive and noninvasive. Many simply leave it running. From this well-equipped office, both droid and organic staff ensure the property is secure. They also have control of general building defenses.

2nd Floor  [General Access]

  • Indigo Park - Geonosis, while it has come a long way from excrement spires and flying insects, is still mostly barren in many places. The heat can be unbearable and plant life is usually not long for the world. With that in mind, the Vanguard offers acres of well-kept, imported flowers, fruit, and vegetables. It is more than just a scenic green space but a provider of fresh produce for the residents and guests. Patrons are encouraged to visit one of twenty fountains and take a moment to appreciate natural art that most citizens are denied. There are plenty of areas to lounge and enjoy the simulated breeze and artificially tempered sunlight.     

3rd Floor  [General Access]

  • Health Club, Spa, and Indoor Pool - For the health conscious individuals, the Vanguard of Polaris has something for everyone. For many people, the word "Spa" only conjures up images of mud packs, pedicures, and facials. While those things are available the Vanguard strives to offer more. Trained coaches see to the general well-being of long term residents and try to give guests a fitness plan that they can take home with them.   

4th Floor  [General Access]

  • Shockball, Grav-Ball, and Greenputt Courts - Sports! Who doesn't like to try stunning their friends and family members with a rousing game of Shockball? The low gravity fields for Grav-Ball can make even the clumsiest guest feel like a professional. There are referees that can be paged twenty-four-seven and even stand-in staff available for when your companions had a few too many and can't be bothered.    

5th Floor  [General Access]

  • Holo-Cinema/Library, Bar, and Casino - See your favorite Holo-Stars and Holo-Dramas in the best-projected quality on all of Geonosis! There are many older holo-films available for viewing in one of several theaters. The Vanguard has stocked up on all the classics as well as anything new that can be added to the collection. There is also a small Casino available for those that enjoy a good game of chance.

  • When you lose most of your money, and possibly a hand, you can commiserate your misfortune by having an overpriced, incredibly strong drink, at the bar.      

6th Floor  [General Access]

  • Conference Rooms - We attempt to cater to every sort of every or occasion. From business meetings to covert discussions that impact state secrets—The Vanguard has it covered. We provide services at all hours and space can be reserved at a moments notice.  

7th Floor  [General Access]

  • Small Event Halls - Perfect for family gatherings and a variety of close-knit venues. From birthdays to bridal showers we know exactly what to do to make your event a success. There is a fully customizable menu and a private bar in each hall.    

8th Floor [General Access]

  • Grand Ballroom - Larger than both the Conference Rooms and Event Halls the Grand Ballroom is suitable for anyone that wants to take an event to the next level. It's a beautiful spot for a wedding and is often used for first-class parties and holiday celebrations. With the amount of glamorous space provided any gathering will turn out exactly as imagined. Better, even. Get your reservations in early because this space fills up fast.      

9th Floor  [General Access]

  • Main Dining Hall - Even thought all suites can be catered to, or, guests can cook for themselves if they so choose the Vanguard has a Dining Hall that is open seven days a week and twenty-four hours a day. It is an all-you-care-to-eat cafeteria-style dining experience. A 450-item salad bar with imports from all over the galaxy, a deli bar, and made-from-scratch soup is only the tip of the iceberg. There are hundreds of entrees for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Even second breakfast. And snack time. We cater to people from all walks of life. Vegetarian, vegan, organic non-gmo cereal, gluten-free and kosher entrées also are available. All meal plans are accepted at all times.

10th Floor - 50th Floor  [Restricted Access]

  • Temporary Guest Suites - Guest Kitchens [1 Per Floor], Guest Medical Services [1 Per Floor] - These availabilities are a hot commodity. If a suite needs to be booked in a guest capacity, it should be done so at least two to three months in advance to avoid ghastly upcharges. The Vanguard prides itself on providing the most comfortable and versatile services available. Guest Suites have access to all areas of the tower, however, their individual dimensions are significantly smaller than the residential areas. Typically, these are utilized by people who are on vacation or visiting for business reasons.  


Studio [Bedroom, Refresher, Kitchenette, and Living Room are all clustered together-Small Space]

1-2 Bedroom Guest Suite [1-2 Bedrooms (Up to two beds per room), Double-Sink Refresher, Kitchenette, Living Room-Larger Space]  


51st Floor - 146th Floor [Highly Restricted Access]

  • Permanent Residential Suites - Residential Kitchens [1 Per Floor], Residential Medical Services [1 Per Floor] - Exclusive is the appropriate word for these luxury apartments. For the price, there are perks, pampering, protection, armored doors, and a slew of other amenities. Entire families, typically upper class, stay here year round. They feel safe here among ornate furnishings and eclectic decor. This is their home and they intend to stay. Turn over is very low and the waiting list extends into the following fiscal year.     


1-4 Bedrooms Available/Family Unit (Single Beds only), Double Sinks in Each Refresher, a full jacuzzi bath, shower, and auto-styler access, full kitchen, living room, dining area, sitting area, balcony access, and office space. Very large square footage. 


147th Floor [Highly Restricted Access]

  • Private Hangar Bay and Skydocks  - This hangar bay is only available to certain guests and residential clients. The security level is much higher and all patrons can make it where they need to go via utilizing the turbo-lifts appropriately. It is an extremely restricted area.

148th Floor [Highly Restricted Access]

  • Private Reserved Suites -  These suites technically don't seem to exist on any official ledger. Commissioned by the Vicelord, the residents that are registered to these units retain diplomatic immunity and are not subject to full security checks. They need only to flash the appropriate chit and will pass through checks quite easily. This floor is more heavily reinforced than many of the others. The residents are specified by name, and many times, the floor seems to be a ghost town as the listed residents come and go.

Secret Resident List:

Kat Decoria



1-2 Bedroom Units Available (Single Beds only), Double Sinks in Each Refresher, a full jacuzzi bath, shower, and auto-styler access, full kitchen, living room, dining area, sitting area, balcony access, and office space. Very large square footage. Double the size of the typical residential suite. 

Additional Services:

Private Kitchen and Waitstaff  

Private, discrete, Medical Services

Private, discrete, Banking Options

Secret Turbolifts that bring the resident directly from the hangar bay to the unit. This allows them to come and go without notice.


149th Floor [Highly Restricted Access]

  • CIS Governmental Reserved Suites - These suites are intended for High-Ranking Confederate Personnel. These residents retain diplomatic immunity and are not subject to full security checks. They need only flash the appropriate chit and pass through. This floor is more heavily reinforced than many of the others. The private residences have been re-imagined as sumptuous apartments with classic furniture and pops of contemporary color accent.  


1-6 Bedroom Units Available (Single Beds only), Double Sinks in Each Refresher, a full jacuzzi bath, shower, and auto-styler access, full kitchen, living room, formal dining area, sitting area, balcony access, and office space. Very large square footage. Triple the size of the typical residential suite. There is also a large foyer, floor to ceiling windows, and a panoramic view that is to die for. Many of these lavish apartments are set with darker colors, or, a telltale shade of amethyst. There are high ceilings and naturally capable droid butlers that dote on their every need.  

Additional Services:

Private Kitchen and Waitstaff  

Private, discrete, Medical Services

Private, discrete, Banking Options

Secret Turbolifts that bring the resident directly from the hangar bay to the unit. This allows them to come and go without notice.


150th Floor [General Access]

  • Observation Deck - Get inspired. This is where a lot of dreams come together. Power, politics, and people can be seen surveying Golbah City from atop the tallest tower. It offers a new perspective and a sense of peace to those that venture to the top-most floor. There are interactive holo-displays that can be scrolled through easily to give a deeper understanding of what is being observed. You can even watch historical figures come to life and tell their stories. There are guard rails to keep anyone from toppling over, however, do bring sunblock. The Geonosis sun is truly unforgiving.  



Security: [HIGH]


As previously mentioned, the Vanguard takes the safety and care of their guests very seriously. There are additional layers of protection due to the caliber of guests that that frequent the well-decorated halls of the tower. It has some internal defenses, however, it is more focused on preventative measures and defense.    


Internal Defenses

  • KC-VISR Thermomagnetic Optics System installed at all access points with the intention of scanning for unwanted parties.

  • KC-249 General Purpose Repeating Blasters mounted as automated internal turrets that are hidden at strategic points within the walls of the building. No resident, inspector, or guest should ever realize they exist if glanced at with the naked eye.

  • Force Fields, or basic energy fields, are also hidden within the walls so that that they can lock down individual floors and or corridors as needed.  

  • Various Scanners and Sensors: Life-Form ScannerMotion Sensor, Infrared Motion Sensors

  • Surveillance System with simple AI to Monitor Building and Systems

  • Basic Fire Suppression System    

  • Basic Facial Recognition System

  • Basic Emergency Intercom Systems on Every Floor

  • ID Card/Chit Card System

  • Turbolifts that run parallel to every floor that are strictly for droids so that they can be dispensed as needed. This is both used for catering to the needs of guests and emergent situations.   

  • Vanguard Security Team


External Defenses

  • Impervium-334 armor plating was used to cover the entirety of the building.

  • External Civilian Shield is a basic shield designed to provide a thin layer of additional protection.  

  • Magnaguard units are sprinkled delicately around the perimeter of the shield and tend to utilize their stealth capability to stay out of sight. The exception to this, are the very few, that are stationed near entrances and exits as a general deterrent.




Once upon a time, the Vicelord, had a dream. He dreamed of a place where he might be able to find all of his favorite people, all of his favorite things, in one place. From imported Ne'tra gal that could flow freely in a bar to crunchy snacks that could be delivered day or night to his domicile, to having his friends, family, and allies close at hand...It was all a wonderful and lofty aspiration. Until, it wasn't. The initial construction of the Vanguard began slowly. It was a concept, an idea, that took millions of credits and no small amount of effort from the personal reserves of Darth Metus and a few other investors. The residential tower was finally completed shortly after the Confederacy took a long, however, much-needed walk to the world of Eshan. Many that had been involved in the project seemed to dive deeper into the workload to distract themselves from the nightmarish reports of violence that plagued the Holo-Net.  


Golbah City is home to many things. It is the beating heart of the CIS and the Vanguard is known to be known as a shining jewel of accomplishment. Within the capital the Royal Sector boasts a variety of governmental structures that provide housing to those that pass through, however, there is nothing so grand as the this. It is the first tower of it's kind on the extremely arid world although it will likely not be the last. There is an air of intended exclusivity about it, however, there is still a certain level of openness where it can be allowed. It has become home to a variety of individuals, from Viceroyalty to local celebrities, merchants, and many more.


All levels are connected through a series of intricately woven turbolifts.


Levels 1 through 9 are an example of the less private features. Though the "Entertainment" levels are primarily designed to provide residents and guests with easy distractions and comfort they can still be accessed by the public. There are enough automated security measures in place to keep out the majority of the more alarming elements, though, the crime rate in the Crown is already low. Through this effort, the common Geonosian can also enjoy the sights and features that the Vanguard offers, though, on occasion, some floors may be entirely reserved for special events. The 150th floor, the Observation Deck, is also open for visitors to take in the dusky skyline.  


Guest Suites can be rented by anyone with an acceptable background check, and, the credits to support the stay. Some are more expensive than others but none are overpriced to the point in which the working class could not find it feasible to afford it. All of the amenities are open to them. The only notable differences are the rooming packages and the lack of accessibility to the Private Hangar.


The long term Residential Suites can be rented by anyone with an acceptable background check, and once again, the credits to support the stay. These are luxury apartments that have flexible occupancies and the option of choosing a family unit if it is required. From politicians, businessmen, to local celebrities all manner of well-to-do individuals can be found on these floors. These suites are meant to be lived in year round, however, some residents just keep these locations reserved as a second or third home. The cost far exceeds that of the Guest Suites but any that stay in the lavishly decorated spaces will agree that they are well worth the price.


The 148th floor is comprised of extensively modified apartments that technically doesn't exist on any blueprint. These suites are private in every sense of the word. Specific droids handle the general maintenance and ensure that no matter when these units are used, they are kept in pristine condition. There are whispers that about a secret, haunted level, but it's not something that the everyday individual would be able to confirm. While all of the other apartments have designated numbers these intensely hidden units have a letter. This gives the illusion that there are no 'missing' numbers when choosing a floor.


In reality, the 148th floor is not haunted. There are no ghosts of construction droids that perished in the building of the Vanguard. There are no secret lovers that tossed themselves from a balcony when their parents forbade them from being together. In short, this level is reserved for individuals that have proven themselves worthy allies of the Confederacy in their most recent conquests. The Vicelord has taken the names of those he knows for certain and has sent a missive out that they will always be welcome on Geonosis. While within these walls they can maintain their privacy, even, if they need to make it a temporary hideout. The allies that have their names assigned to these units can modify the suite as they please and they also retain diplomatic immunity while on the premises. They have a variety of options that typical guests won't have access to, mostly, because the casual resident wouldn't have a need for it.


So, to Confederate Allies, with love from the Vicelord—Please enjoy your stay.


The 149th floor is reserved for high-ranking Confederate officials. Exarch's, Ministers, and even select members of the Viceroyalty would all be offered this courtesy depending on their needs. These units are expansive. There are fewer on this floor simply due to the sheer square footage they take up. They are furnished with the tastes of the resident in mind, typically, with data mined through general surveillance. They can choose to exchange anything they dislike, such as furniture, or bedding, and domestics will ensure that it is handled as quickly and privately as possible.


The general goal of the Vanguard is to ensure that all guests are well taken care of, entertained, and protected at all times. The staff are excellent at knowing when to be present and when to stay absent. Many bookings do require a down payment.



No Refunds

#1924078 The Corrupted | Prelude to War

Posted by Srina Talon on 17 March 2019 - 02:13 AM



Location: Geonosis [Golbah City] – The Citadel

Wearing: This

Tag: Mitth'rae'leios [Thrael]


72 Hours [Confederate Civilian Liner Has Been Shot Down]


Silver eyes flickered. Not from distaste, or dislike, but from curiosity. Srina hadn’t met many Chiss before. Not personally. She knew the service record of this particular Admiral due to his exploits in the orbit of Dagobah. His skin was just as blue as a fading summer sky while his eyes were a tumultuous shade of crimson. While she enjoyed these features; it was the lizard over his shoulders that caused her heart to skip. It cut her off from the extra senses that she unconsciously relied on.


It wasn’t painful, nothing so particular, but it didn’t feel good either.


“If there is anything further you require please let us know.”, she spoke softly, her words airy, as if touched by the wings of a bird. There was a certain ease in which she moved. It gave the appearance that she was very nearly part of the fixtures of the room. Nothing save for the autonomic responses would give away the sadness that this day brought her. Only her duties as an Exarch gave her the will to keep from placing this summit on hold. “Geonosis is a melting pot of many different cultures.”


“We try to cater to our foreign dignitaries as well as we are able. The heat can be disagreeable. Should you find yourself in the Crown there many cooling zones to observe.”


Cooling zones were public areas and parks that were shielded from the blistering heat of Golbah City. Often, they were a melting pot, where families and politicians could be seen taking a moment to escape the desert conditions. Srina liked to go to the one not far from the Citadel from time to time. It was soothing to see that their daily efforts seemed to keep the center of their nation peaceful.


The Chiss apologized for his precautions that came in the form of a ysalamiri and the diminutive woman shook her head slowly. Her hand rose to gently dismiss it, however, a small smile flickered across her crystalline features. For a moment, her features became achingly beautiful, but the glimmer of life faded just as quickly as it arrived. “I do not hold the sins of a nation against one man. A former-Imperial is one of my dearest friends and closest allies.”  


“I also remember that in the end—you defied the ties which bound you on Dagobah.”


She could imagine that it was not a change of heart that moved the Admiral. No, that would be far too plebian, and truly, it would exist beneath him. She could imagine the calculations that he made from within the safety of his ship. She could imagine his crew watching, waiting, to see what he would do. To see how he would react. Would it be with anger? Would it be with regret?


No. This creature, this, Mitth'rae'leios would have reacted with logic. And so…He turned his back on the Empire. He shot at their disgraceful allies. He bombarded them, and likely, spared many of the Alliance that day. Now…Now it seemed that their former friends had become their enemy.


Still. She could not believe it.


“Come. Be seated…We have much to discuss.”


Unbeknownst to the Exarch, and her guest, the security had been raised by the Dominus Prime of the Knights Obsidian. Referred to as Protocol 0110 her protection detail had been doubled. The robotic secretaries both paused when the heavily armed Knights arrived to guard the entrances and exits. One looked at the other, toward the holo-feed, and back toward their newly acquired Confederates.


“Oh dear, oh dear.”


“Oh my, oh my.”  


96 Hours [New Republic Civilian Liners Have Been Shot Down]


Srina stood up from her position on the ergonomic seat in her office as silver eyes widened. The glass of water that she had been holding crashed to the floor, shattering, as it broke a heavy silence. She could see the feed that was playing but her mind had yet to process it. They had scarcely begun the investigation into the loss of their people when suddenly two Republic ships had gone down? What was happening here? What in the hells was going on?


A Knight Obsidian came into the office, lips parted, as if to inform her of what she already knew. Her hand raised to stop the senseless chatter. She knew. Oh, she knew. She was sure that Darth Metus and Adron Malvern would either be there, or calling, soon.


“Contact the CDF and find out what ships were in that area. If they were ours? Take them into custody immediately. I will deal with the consequences from the Vicelord but bring me the individuals responsible.”


The Confederacy had not yet agreed to take action that would lead them to war. But this? This sort of aggression may lead to a place that did not hold options. “Something is going on in Republic Space. More specifically near Kuat.”, her eyes flickered toward her ever-present Chiss companion. He had been of great assistance to her in the last few hours, understanding flight paths, and in discussing the possibility of how the first NR ship went down. She would have to thank Mikko for sending such a capable representative.


“Staying on Geonosis…I don’t think it’s an option anymore. We sent out scouts but our people are starting to take action on their own. We will need to investigate. I need…”, she trailed off softly, turning back toward the vid-screen, again, looking at the details that followed. It wasn’t much…But it was damning enough. “I need someone from Kuat.”


“Someone with a level head to stay bloodshed. Do you agree, @Mitth'rae'leios?”

#1923852 Smart Meetings [CIS Dominion of Tynna | T, 37 ]

Posted by Srina Talon on 16 March 2019 - 02:40 AM



Location: Tynna Central Government Building 

Wearing: XoXoXo

Objective: Meeting of Minds...Maybe. 


Mercurial orbs caressed the transparisteel as they watched frail little snowflakes fall. If she could tune out the hustle and bustle of the Viceroyalty behind her it was almost soothing. The hair on the back of her neck began to stand on end, slowly, but surely. Her extra senses told her that someone was watching her. Srina inhaled. She could taste curiosity. Confusion. A dozen different other different emotions plagued the air. Some of them flew over the Exarch’s head—but hostility was not present.


Her shoulders relaxed as the tightness between them faded. She turned her head, slightly, just so that she could see whom stood just out of her field of vision in the reflection. Silver eyes flared with recognition. Karlie Lynn Destat. How long had it been since she had seen the golden-haired child of Castagne? She remembered the beautiful planet that the young woman hailed from vividly.


Blue skies. Perfect oceans—Wealthy, shiny, happy people.


The memory of using her oft-ignored artistic skills that she acquired from her mother, to paint faces, among a sea of smiling younglings, felt so distant. It was less clear than it used to be. Tainted by the subsequent wars that had followed. She couldn’t smell the ocean anymore. She couldn’t picture the exact shade of the sky. Now, it was just part of the journey.


“Ms. Destat.”


Her gentle tones carried to the ears of her target, swiftly, and with a singular purpose. Srina did not seek to detract from her experience on Tynna but simply wished to greet her. It had been quite some time since they had crossed paths. She realized that Karlie might not know that she was an Exarch, or, that she might not recognize her title—but they at least knew each other’s faces. As Karlie had a tendency to attend official events in the Viceroy of Castagne’s stead it was Srina’s duty to know her name regardless.


She did not know, however, that her memories had been stolen by a psychic vampire.


A new sense crossed through her and her chin rose slightly. She looked passed the reflection in the glass and saw a familiar swath of white hair. At first, her heart swelled, as the image of her father super-imposed itself over the Echani male that stood not far away. One blink told her that it was close. So close, however, not quite. Her mind would brush against his, just as delicately, as the snow did fall. ‘It is cold outside. Come in, Tôrada [Uncle]. The Confederacy does not bite…’


She hadn’t realized that Ryndrae Talon had left Eshan at the same time that she finally chose to depart. Despite everything that happened, she still wondered, if he had come to bring her home. The reason that she had left home in the first place no longer existed. The man that had killed her sister-in-law, that had taken her niece, long before the war, had perished along with his entire house courtesy of the debris from a capital ship. For now…


Her responsibilities were split. She would return to Eshan, frequently, but she wouldn’t abandon the duties she had taken on. That wasn’t the Echani way. It wasn’t her way.


‘If I had known you were coming I would have greeted you properly. Forgive me.’  

#1923837 Strange Terrain | CIS Invasion of TJE-held Zonmira

Posted by Srina Talon on 16 March 2019 - 01:31 AM



Location: The Veil {Hyperspace} | Allies: The Confederacy | Enemies: The Jen'ari Empire | Tags: Scherezade deWinterCardinal Vi'dreya, + Anyone Else Cool Who Wants to Hang | Objective: Prepare for Combat




The quiet Apprentice wondered, slowly, if she was losing the stomach for war. Combat sang in her blood like an eerie melody from on high but the actual prospect of going off to fight victimless battles was starting to wear on her soul. She felt older, so much so, that she wondered if she was coming down with some sort of affliction or malady. It was strange. Echani didn’t often take ill due to their genetic manipulation. Even still…She felt weakened. Exhausted.


She was tired of losing everything in order to win, tired of her friends and family turning to ash, and more than anything, tired of enemies that just wouldn’t stay gone.


What she wouldn’t give to lay down in her quarters on the Veil and sleep until the end of eternity.  


That wasn’t in the cards. Apparently, what was in the cards, was another rousing game of Cards Against the Confederacy. The silvery maiden stared into the back of Madalena’s [Scherezade deWinter] head with eyes that were cold enough to burn. Hadn’t she ordered the Knight to throw these damnable treasonous cards out of an airlock? Was this why had she been seeing them pop up all over Golbah City? Every café, from the Sprawl, to the Crown, seemed to have a box of these bright pink monstrosities in lingering in the sitting areas.


The Exarch opened her mouth, rolled a few words around her mouth for a moment, before snapping it shut. They had enough to worry about. They were all smiling. Happy. Srina wished she could emulate the sentiment but she was still preoccupied with the state of her homeworld. Eshan was dear to her. It was wounded, in shambles, and part of her wondered if Zonmira would soon be just as scarred.


For what it was worth the Dread Queen tempered herself, standing tall, in the blue and silver armor that Darth Tacitus had crafted for her. It had taken quite the beating on Eshan but her Master had managed to make repairs on Ryloth. So much so, that it barely seemed to show signs of use, let alone, wear and tear. Within the confines of such designs, she felt safe. Perhaps, it was because the person that made them, did so with care, and not malice. It was not for the destruction she could bring but for the protection, it would provide. “Knight Antares…”


Her voice would carry, as it always did, no matter how softly she spoke. Heads turned. The Dauntless and Knights that hadn’t traveled with the Helldivers seemed to snap to attention faster enough that there was a real risk in suffering a broken neck. Srina stepped forward, soundless, and came to stand directly behind the one that seemed to hell bent on defying her orders. “If you wished for a kiss—you only needed to ask. Why you pervade the need for such foolish games…I will never know.”


Ivory hair spilled over her shoulder as she bent at the waist to press an airy kiss to the top of the Sithlings head. Something that might have been a smile broke her frozen expression before it returned to the fathomless ocean she was known for. The Echani female straightened and then inclined her head to Cardinal Vi'dreya. Clearly, Madalena was having an effect on him. “Dominus.”


Soon enough she would return to the command center so that she could keep in touch with the variety of teams that may need to make reports. She was tempted to join the fight, but overall, she wished to bring all of her people home. If it meant that she was to take the position of a guardian and relay station the young Exarch would not complain.


Just once, despite the absurdity of it, she wished to escape without Confederate casualties.


Just once.