A King and a Voice

[Ordo]

[member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

Ordo sat in his chambers alone again with the nagging darkness. It was the curse of power that it drew others, some want to join, others to kill, He had made it a practice in his old life to meet each of those that claimed to be under his banner. Today he would do the same. He felt as if he knew the man but from where he didn't quite recall. So many things had happened and changed it was a wonder he knew his name. The dark room stirred as he felt the darkside of the force call to him, tugging at him, drawing him toward the final battle. He had already seen it, his end, but for now he would play the game and be what he had to be. He stood in the pitch black and things around the room as yet unseen slammed to the ground as he let go of his meditation. He wore his simple wrap around his waist of red fabric as the lights came on dimly. sweat dripped from his scar cover body, scars that would never heal, and he wore them as reminders of the life he had lived and the lives he had failed to protect, and the price he had paid for weakness.

The comlink on the floor buzzed and he picked it up to answer.

"Lord? Your meeting is soon do you need anything?" the man's voice said.

"No, I can arrange my own affairs." he said as he picked up a towel and wiped his face.

He didn't feel like Jasper, nor Ordo any more, but he knew he was those people, once.

He lifted his datapad and sent a message via the holonet for a hostess and entertainer for the new Voice and coordinates of the meeting point at a shadow port in neutral space. Then sent the coordinates to the bridge of the Kandosii-type dreadnought. In minutes they were in hyperspace.


Sometime later---------------------


Ordo walked off the ship as it docked and dismissed his guards to their own devices for the moment as he went to the small establishment tucked away on the same level as his ship. He was dressed in his ceremonial armor, with red floor length cap and pauldrons on his shoulders while his gold mask covered his face. He was met by a small Miraluka woman with a silver veil over her eyes at the main entrance.

"Your hostess will be right with you Sir." the woman said with a small shaky voice as he loomed in front of her.

"Thank you." he said in his deep hollow voice not the warm fatherly man he had once been, but cold, distant, dark...

 

[Allyson Locke]

The message was quickly intercepted and the woman known as Satine quickly went over it. She needed an opening and this was it, the one she had been waiting for. Standing, she wondered if she could pull this off - was going to take a lot, but she was well Satine. Taking the coordinates she imputed them into an unknown vessel's nav system. As the ship took off towards its destination, she made her way towards the costumes. She needed something to cover her face along with keeping the buyer and his accomplice form knowing she was force sensitive or her alignment. Gathering what was needed, she quickly made her way to the designated spot.

[member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

Ordo was lead in to the well funished room with a low table and couches. He pushed his cape out of the way and removed his gauntlets to show his heavily tattooed foearms and large hands. The tattoos were new and scars criss crossed beneath them from what must have been a hundred cuts or gashes. His helmet he left on for now lest someone from his past know him by sight and make a scene.

He sat upright with a determined military bearing that was common among men of war. He had no interest in women or their charms but he knew that he was alone on that score and as he had to do would play the part properly of the brute lord of darkness.

He looked at the costumed woman as she entered and rose to greet her with a wordless bow. Ovmar was late or perhaps Ordo was early but no matter. He resumed his seat and waited.

[member="Satine "]