Private A King's Ransom

[Indra Quin]

Over 800 Years Ago
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Everything was falling apart. All that he had worked for was about to be destroyed. They had kept the laboratory secret. Or at least, they had thought they had. His master would not be pleased. The large mountain of a Jedi was wreaking havoc on the platform. Despite all the money that Venetia had poured into security, Pagnod Var's life's work was about to be destroyed.

Outside of the cloning chamber, one of his prized creations was rising into the air. Their limbs were aglow with energy. Their presence akin to the phoenix itself. The large hulking Jedi boulder seemed to feed off the light that radiated out of their Jedi compatriot. Pagnod grimaced. Master would not be happy.

Of the dozen pods he had cultivated, Pagnod had calculated that he only had time to get ten of them onboard his shuttle. Each pod contained a duplicate of his prized possession. A young hybrid-human female, mind a blank slate, and body attuned to the Force. He had encoded the blank slate to only imprint with his specific cranial interface, only he could imprint a consciousness. They were useless without him. And he without them.

Pagnod had been wrong. Ten was much to high a number. He only managed to get seven aboard. The platform was about to fall into its watery grave. As his shuttle flew off, he spared a glance back toward the platform only to see the hulking great Jedi carrying one of his creations away in his arms. That was the property of Master Venetia. He would get it back.

Two weeks later​

Pagnod Var had just breathed his last breath. The ship he was on, transporting his life's work, had been attacked. The atmosphere had vented. The cargo had fallen into the hands of pirates. The cargo would prove not to be as bountiful as intended, the pirates not seeing their true value.

"I will buy the lot for a thousand credits," said the moustachioed businessman.

The captain of the ship bartered for a time but did not get further than the thousand credits. A thousand credits was better than nothing, and all those pods were was a drain on resources, power primarily. The deal was made. The six remaining pods transferred to the businessman's ship.

"A thousand credits for the lot?" Said the rotund scientist checking over the pods for the new owner, "if we can understand the cranial interface this investment could return a king's ransom."

"That is why I pay you so well, doctor," said the new owner, "now get to work."

Present


| TAG: Diarch Rellik |​

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Tags: Indra Quin

Location: Rellik's personal chambers at the Crucible - Bastion

The Diarch meditated within his chambers, focusing on balancing out his more violent nature before heading to care for the library. Although there are many Sith Artifacts at the Crucible library he did not want to fill the room with more malice. Ensuring light sided students can still enter without feeling burdened. As he focused himself a call came through his Network encrypted communicator.

Network Agent: My lord, your request for the hutts has been answered. They have found the prize.

"Message received, terminate line."

It would turn out he would not be spending a quiet evening within knowledge filled halls. Instead he would be traveling to meet some underground contacts. These hutts have been used before by Rellik to procure items for his Shadow laboratory. They were not simple spice runners. This family prioritized tech, alchemy ingredients and artifacts - all of which would fetch a nicer price than the typical smuggled goods.

Activating his litigation droid Onyx - that managed most of the Diarchs business affairs and who could translate for him - along with his saber and outer brown robe Rellik left for his personal ship. The DSD-Vault.
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Location: Aboard the Vault on the border between the Braxant run and the Unknown Regions

Every time the Diarch had met with these Hutts so far it had been in obscure or desolate locations. This was their first meeting in space but it was for good reason. His request this time was something very uncommon in the galaxy at large - A clone with the ability to tap into the force. Rellik was looking for the perfect soldier and a template that could be used for when the Diarchy themselves begins their cloning procedures. Facilities for the program were already under construction so the timing could not have been better.

Aboard the command center he stood proudly. His crew were all personally picked with a handful of RDB-01 Dra'khan Sentinel Droid staged throughout. A minimum of two near him at all times. - With the price of a clone attuned to the force and the nature of meeting within space the Diarch was prepared for battle.

With the Hutts arrival in a small flotilla he felt confident he made the right decision. Although none of their ships were on the power of a Star Destroyer, combined they could give him a good fight.

Their call came through to the operations command center. With the large slug filling the entire holo it spoke.

Achuta Lorda Rellik hoohah inkabunga. Oto uba baso hoohah Choba.

Onyx translated the communication for the Diarch. "Hello Lord Rellik the incredible. I want you to come personally for the offer."

"Very well Krumriz Vibi, I will board with my guard shortly."

Boarding his personal shuttle and giving his second in command the orders to open fire even if he was still aboard - he left to make the deal.
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Upon arrival in the Hutts ship he was met ceremoniously. Accordingly with the type of work the Vibi family did, their security was high tech with traditional Gamora guards enhanced with augments, a few mercenary guards - one an IG model and another dressed in Beskar; presumably a mando'a. Lastly there were auto tracking turrets within the hanger but these had not locked on. Presumably an attempt to keep tensions low so for now they were stuck in an upright position.

As slaves brought Rellik food and drink another litigation droid informed him that the Great Krumriz was personally on his way down with the product. With their entrance the Diarch laughed internally at the fact everything was on hover craft. The stasis chamber for the clone, the food next to Krumriz and the Hutt himself.

Rellik presented himself with a bow, the Hutt tilting his neck down and raising his hand in return.

Onyx directly translated in real time what the Hutt said so unlike before he could not really hear the slug.

"Per your request Great Lord Rellik, we have checked all status with the clone; along with updating some things as well to your design. The capsule itself is around 800 years old. We were unable to determine its original creature but I can tell you it was sold to us by another mercenary band. They never dared to open it as non of them had the ability to use the force. Fearing for their own lives. As far as we can tell, the clone is in the same condition as it has been since its creation. - In regards to the requested upgrades. Our greatest scientists have been able to use the configuration on the status chambers terminal to alter some of the personality and ensure peak neural activity in the specimen. I requested you to personally come in case you wanted the chamber to be opened before the transaction was finished. We would need someone to protect even us from whatever power the clones might have. That choice is yours to make. You know our price, two eggs from your Adar creations."

He would step forward and look over the pod. Inside was what appeared to be a beautiful woman. Whoever the original template had been made from did not look so much like a vicious warrior, instead she seemed at peace within the pod, frozen in time. He would place a hand over to attempt to feel anything within the mind inside but to no avail.

Instead he would have to trust that he would be able to handle whoever this was. Looking at the terminal on the center of the pod he was met with several names.

1. Ala
2. Kythra
3. Indra
4. Violet​

Looking over each personality only one truly stood out to him. Indra - Its personality read: Loyal, Tactical, Vicious, Determined

Having read through them all, he made his choice. Although the Diarchy was both light and dark siders, if this was to be the template for their clone program he wanted it to be able to handle the crucible of war. With that Rellik turned to the Hutt

"I will be opening the pod, prepare your men."

Krumriz himself speed out of the room upon his alter. Leaving all of the guards and Rellik to open the pod.

Working on the terminal and than taking a step back with his arms behind his back they awaited. The stasis chamber giving a sharp hiss as a cold air filled the room. As the door fully opened Rellik spoke.

"Welcome Indra, I am the Lord of the Diarchy - Rellik."

 

[Indra Quin]

Nothing.

Silence.

Eternal dreamless slumber.

Then a memory.

She had trained from the moment she could walk. Never helped to her feet. Always expected to rise under her own strength. No quarter was given. Bruises. Harsh teachers. But a faceless unnamed figure that would always be kind, always care, but not to lightly as to create a seem in her strength.

The pod began its thawing process. The old tech groaned and hissed. As muscles thawed, they were shocked with small stimulating jolts of electricity. She was waking.

Another memory. Training with a severe teacher of etiquette and seduction. She was tall. Strikingly beautiful. Showed no kindness to the young woman's appearance, and constantly demanded she obey all her instructions for she had 'very little natural beauty to work with'. And the faceless figure was there, her only light in the constant routine of training and preparation. Her heart slowly knit to this face.

The lights on the pod began to flash red for alert. A technician from the Hutt's attache rushed to its side. Their eyes darkened in concern and looked up to the lead technician and offered a shake of their head. It was as they had feared. The pod might not successfully complete it's process, killing or seriously debilitating the clone.

More memories flooded her mind. Missions. Kills. All in the name of the faceless one she served. All in the name of the...what...what was it she served?

The technician stepped back, eyes glancing to their Hutt overlord him seemed bemused. The tech looked over at Rellik, hoping that he wasn't about to strike the man down for perceived failure. And then the alerts ceased. The pod lay still for a moment.

Diarchy. Rellik. The nebulous faceless one coalesced into the image of Diarch Rellik. At the last moment imprints of purpose, intent and drive shocked her brain.

The capsule hissed as ancient air escaped. The relieved technician scrambled to help the creaking hinges and pneumatics as the cover struggled to open. The steam from the pod dissipated leaving the still and unmoving form of a diminutive elven woman.

The pod stayed still for a moment. Anticipation filled the air. And then a gasp, eyes opening in an instant. She struggled against the atrophy of her muscles to sit up. The pod responded with stimulating jolts of power. Her body convulsed and she groaned in pain.

And then she slumped down, eyes closed, but breathing confirmed to be steady by the technician.

"Welcome Indra, I am the Lord of the Diarchy - Rellik."

"My Lord," she said, words barely a whisper.

Fingers twitched. An arms slowly raised to the edge of the pod. Another hand fell to the white sheet that covered her for modesty and held it close to her chest. She sat up, eyes opening to reveal the deep burnt orange of a dark side Force User. She blinked away the haze. And the man before came slowly into focus.

"Where am I?" She said, face turning to take in her surroundings. The immediate scene set her on edge, visibly. She felt as though Rellik might be in danger. Her hand instinctively fell to her side.

"My weapon. Where is it?" She demanded to any that would respond.

OUTFIT: a white sheet | TAG: Diarch Rellik |​

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Tags: Indra Quin

As the capsule alarms began the room filled with silence. Rellik stayed with his eyes on the clone. As unblinking and un-moving as the RDB-01 Dra'khan Sentinel Droid's standing at his side. The three of them as solid as duracrete in their stoicism. He pondered how he would treat this frozen being and how he would deal with the hutt if he refused returning the eggs should things go poorly.

Even so Rellik felt the Mando'a standing next to the IG droid stand up from leaning on the wall. Hand leaning towards the pistol at his side. The Gramorrah guards tightening the grip on their axes. - Good, my reputation is proceeding me.

As the clone gasped its first breaths in what to be believed was near a millennium. The tension lowered, Her body naturally in pain and distressed from the process, she was weaker for now... Rellik wondering how she would fair once rehabilitated. An exciting prospect to a mad scientist such as himself.

"My Lord,"
"Where am I?"

Her cognitive responses and her intuition to know it's place and status were to his liking. The Hutt scientists had done great work in regards to the specific programming he requested. She was living, breathing and had self determination still while being loyal. Made apparent by her wanting to cover herself with the white cloth, along with reaching for and asking where her weapon was.

It was a precarious situation. Forming a relationship with one some would see as a child. Their mentality, demeanor and view on the galaxy was partially at Relliks fingertips to mold. Yet he did not have years, he had pre-programmed ideals and the current moment. His reaction would need to fit both his current and long term wants. Knowing his request for implanting a hard but somewhat caring teacher/master - he would stick to this role. For the Diarchy was a family, yet it was one that knew strength. Similar to Kakus for the brothers themselves.

"Firstly, you are safe here. You are with me and no one anywhere near here would threaten me so. You will have your weapon shortly."

Rellik gave off a fatherly soft smile as Onyx - (Who had been previously instructed) brought forth a cart with clothes of the Diarchy brotherhood dark side Optio. Handing them to Rellik, the Diarch gave a motion of his hand to the two security droids next to him who picked up several sheets from the cart and lifted them up. Blocking the view of those around him.

Now that the impression of care and safety had been accustomed for it was time to ensure that the commanding nature did not give way to weakness.

Lowering down and placing the clothing upon Indra, he would stand up and turn the other direction.

"These are the fabrics and armor of our people, your people. Dress yourself and know you have my permission to alter them as you see fit to fulfill your tasks. Once clothed, you will stand at my side and be given your weapon. I will than take you to your home - Bastion. Where you will be ready to act on my command at any time. Heed my words wisely, and you will find your place within this galaxy. Disobey them and you will understand why everyone within this hanger is afraid."

All of these words were spoken with his back turned. His hands clasped behind him and his head tilted slightly upward. His vision for a new future for the Diarchy had begun and this was the first step. These Hutts had delivered... for now. With this acquisition the continued growth of their power base was unbound and all seemed to be going according to his plans.

The litigation droid Onyx stood poised with a tray in his hands a few feet from the pod but close enough to be reached from behind the security droids. A white cloth draped over the edges with a single bladed saber laying atop it. Awaiting its owner.

 

[Indra Quin]

With the attire in hand, and the privacy screen in place, Indra proceeded to slip into the all too familiar feeling uniform. It fit right, but Rellik was correct she did need to make some adjustments. Indra wondered for the briefest moment as to what happened to her original uniform. It was not something that she could not recreate. It would simply take time.

She stood within the pod. Her height was less than imposing. Her slight shake of the knees indicated that her muscles were still loosening. Indra stretched her arms upwards with a long drawn out yawn. There was this strange feeling of recent slumber that felt like it might never leave.

Climbing from the pod, she quickly assessed the potential opponents strengths and weaknesses. Though powerful, the guards had several areas of vulnerability that she could exploit. Should her Lord request it, they would be eliminated.

Her crisp new leather boots made soft sounds as she near glided over to Relic's side. "I live to do your will, my Lord. I am your blade to wield."

She turned to face the Hutt and their cadre of guards. As she did, a recognisable black hilt was presented to her by the droid that had served her clothes. She took the familiar weapon in hand, a lengthier handle than most, and certainly large for such a small creature as her. It felt surprisingly new to her, but she dismissed the thought. She was clearly still recovering from whatever had happened to her.

"What of these, my Lord," she whispered, "shall they live?"

OUTFIT: Standard Optio Uniform | TAG: Diarch Rellik | EQUIPMENT: Long hilt lightsaber​

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Tags: Indra Quin

Rellik stood resolute, his ambitions, pride and Machiavelli thoughts filled his consciousness. These Hutts, the Vibi family. They were good in their transactions but the Diarch was a sporadic and malicious man in spurts. His inquisitive nature was feeding the Beast in the back of his mind. They had done a good job in the procurement of the Clone specimen Indra - perhaps to good of a job.

Rellik felt it creep over his shoulder and speak to him. Kill the Hutts. They could transferred the information from the pod to a databank and could make or sell more of these force sensitive clones. No one should hold the power you seek. Only a Diarch.

The internal mad voices had resonated with him to a Sidious level. A mischievous evil smile filled his face as his head went from being tilted upwards to the ceiling to a more cocked angle.

As the benevolent side of Relliks being took the backseat and the more vicious side of madness came to the for front he heard her voice.

"I live to do your will, my Lord. I am your blade to wield."

The RDB-01 Dra'khan Sentinel Droid's at his side perked up in a seemingly natural way for AI. Either due to Indra getting close to Rellik or the ever increasing grasping of weapons in the room from the hired mercenaries - the factor was unclear.

"Shall they live?"

His new prizes prodding had pushed him over the edge. The dark madness that those who spent enough time around Rellik had come to know - had won. Dutiful words were turned inciting. What Indra's programming had coined as appropriate response was not turned to goading a madman into slaughter.

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Rellik looked towards the IG droid. Using Qâzoi Kyantuska he ensured it would not register either Rellik, his guard or Indra on his sensors. It was a shell... for now. As for the Mando'a next to it, Rellik used Dun Möch. He had been focusing on the mercs thoughts. He was scared, hence why he was reaching for his gun preemptively. Once Rellik gave the command to Indra, he would be inaccurate but not outright useless like the IG droid. A shaking hand among a blur of violence.

Turning around he took his new "Daughter" in his eyes, a proud look within the sand filled orbs and the soft smile of an elder on his face.

"No, No they shall not live. Focus the Hutt and do not let him escape - kill him first. Everyone else is fodder and if he is to escape, you will have failed. You know how I feel about failure now don't you." His expression did not change even with the hint of a threat laid within his words.

"Now now, go and fulfil my wishes." If Indra faced any true danger, Rellik would protect her and the Security detail RDB droids would activate. He wanted to see her grow, suffer, and endure. Pushing herself with enough constrained threat that she would improve. She would awake from her slumber.

 

[Indra Quin]

"As you wish, my Lord," Indra said with a understated nod.

Fire welled in her muscles, and she moved forward in a blur. The Mando'a fired errantly in the vague direction that did have some danger of hitting her. The vibrant red of her blade ignited, swatting three of the straighter shots toward the droid. The second one hit it squarely on the servo for its right arm. It's blaster fell from its hand.

She carved a path between the enforcers and straight towards the Hutt. Attendants ran to get out of the way, the Hutt was attempting to back away on its hovering slab. Several expletives were screamed before his voice fell silent. Indra stood before him, on his platform. Her stance held the end of her attack pattern. The tip of blade hissed and snapped against the hover platform. The Hutt's upper half slowly slid backwards, the sound of slick viscera filling the air.

And then she flipped backwards, foot planting just before the droid that had not managed to regain its senses. She sliced vertically from top to torso without hesitation. She reached out with her hand, pulling the Mando'a to her, the same hand tugging at their beaker chest plate. Her saber disengaged, but immediately ignited again as she pressed it into the ribs of the dazed combatant.

What other little resistance could be put up was soon dispatched, along with the non-combatants. When the image of death had run its course, Indra bowed before her Lord.

"Death to those that oppose themselves. That oppose their on good, the Diarchy."

| TAG: Diarch Rellik |​

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Tags: Indra Quin

The commands were heeded without hesitation. As the first shots rang through the hanger Rellik did tighten his muscles in case Indra was not able to react in time but she did. Unleashing her blade and returning the strikes to precision, disabling the droids arm and having him drop his gun in one fell swoop. He relaxed and reveled in what followed.

Gamorreans fell with ease, and as quickly as Indra traversed the distance - she had finished the task. The Diarch held himself in tinging anticipation. His fears had been cut through as easily as the Hutt had been. This was no mere force using clone. Indra was something special.

With an acrobatic display, his new prize moved to devastatingly slash downward upon the IG droid and pull the mando close to piece his armor. His doubts were not merely swayed, they were destroyed. Now he stood wondering the depths this little excursion could hold.

With a smile and calm demeanor he addressed Indra.

"Well done Indra, you have made me proud."

There were still scientist on board and many other guards but Rellik had seen what he wanted to.

"Come now dear, we have more pressing matters to attend to."

The Diarch motioned for Indra to follow up unto his personal shuttle. Ensuring that her pod was taken with them.

Once aboard he watched to constantly see how she handled herself. Strapping into the flight equipment, where she stood, how she felt.

Once aboard the DSD-Vault he took her to the command center. As well trained and loyal the staff was no one blinked an eye seeing Indra in the Optio Uniform. Instead they awaited commands and Relliks were clear.

"Engage the flotilla. The Staff amongst the flagship are dead. Destroy the support ships and than the main frigate. Before we leave, ensure all are turned to dust."

His words were headed without hesitation. Unrelenting and brutal attacks were sent without any sign of pre-emptive warning. The ships full of hired guns were being ferociously picked apart by highly trained personal.

"Indra! Come sit with me and meditate on the battle. Than we will be going home. Welcome aboard our ship, The Vault."

The last line a moment of influence and education. Teaching her of her place amongst them all. She held the power to command destruction and what was his, would be considered hers in time. Now his only goal was to ensure her temperance in regards to the value of Diarchy military lives and equipment.

As he sat down to meditate his guards instinctually brought another mat for her to rest upon. When Indra would tap into the force she would see what he saw as determined by his manipulation of the force and practiced technique of battle meditation. He showed her the pride, respect and effort of the men under his command. The fear and confusion he seeped into the minds of his enemies and lastly, he showed her how he was empowering, manipulating and somewhat controlling all of these events together. To help mold her into what his image of a Diarch military leader would be.

Empowering, Decisive, Brutal, and in control.

He sat with his eyes closed, vulnerable yet not worried in the slightest for his safety. To all around Rellik was a force outside the dominion of the whills themselves and the galaxy moved at his whim.

 

[Indra Quin]

She followed her Lord as an obedient one should. Taking the seat that felt so familiar, yet did not seem to conform to her form as it should, Indra watched as hell reigned down on the small fleet of ships. She felt nothing for them, but pride for the prowess of her people.

She nodded appreciation to Rellik for once again allowing her to infuse herself in the moment. Her mind opened to the Force. It felt fresh and foreign, known and a mystery. She could feel the powerful presence of Rellik beside, like an unstable beacon that illuminated her lonely moment within the Force.

She had recollections of this feeling, and yet it felt so new. Perhaps it was Rellik's proximity that gifted her greater insight. Yes, that was it. She felt out into the vacuous expanse and could sense the terror of those that died. She could feel the presence and the focus of those that fired upon them. Men and women of the diarchy turned their attentions and weapons on these that would defy their people. Indra felt the thrill and the power.

"It is...beautiful...my Lord," she said, feeling the focus and power for the Diarchy.

"I would that you teach me these ways. If I could be an extension to your hand. Another voice to echo your mind. And another presence to push the fervour of your people," she opened her eyes, and looked at the man as he meditated.

"Your right to rule is clear. I live only to uphold it."

| TAG: Diarch Rellik |​

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Tags: Indra Quin

The battle was over as swiftly as it had begun. Between the skill differential of the Vaults crew and the pirate flotilla, along with the influence of battle meditation - the cracks of weaponry fell silent within minutes.

Rellik kept his eyes closed for a moment. Meditating into the mind of Indra ever so subtly to ensure her words matched her feelings. Most importantly, he wanted to make sure he did not overwhelm her. She was taking leaps and bounds but it was his responsibility to not destroy her in the process.

He would slowly open his eyes and turn to lock his with hers. The sand colored orbs looking as if there was a golden snow storm blowing within them.

"From this day forward, you will be my "Lordsblade". As our sabers are an extension of our bodies in combat, you will be an extension of myself at all times."

Rellik stood and offered his hand to Indra to help her stand as well. With the motion being more symbolic than anything else.

"I accept your request, you will learn all that I know. - In return you will not simply uphold my right to rule. As a member of the family Diarch - You will trust me, be honest and open with me at all times, I will aid and grow your power as much you are for to help me grow mine. Than, when - if the time ever comes where the galaxy seems to crumble around us. You will know who to turn to and so will I. Our power is our bonds. That is the Diarchy. It is for us to succeed together."

He turned and took a few steps to stand near the forward view port of the command center. Hands clasped behind his back and leaving a space next to him for Indra to be at his side.

"Captain! Take us home. It is time to lay eyes upon Bastion once again. We have a new light to shine within the halls of the crucible."

 

[Indra Quin]

Indra took his hand without hesitation.

The gesture was unnecessary, but she felt the gravity of it. The weight of something sacred. She stood, her frame still small beside him, yet somehow taller now than she had been mere moments ago.

“Lordsblade.”
The title echoed in her mind like the hum of her saber—deep, resonant, eternal. She had no memory of ever being called anything else, and yet it fit with eerie perfection. Like the role had always waited for her, slumbering alongside her.

Her eyes met his as he spoke, unflinching in the face of his golden storm.

“I accept your request...”
Each word carved itself into her mind like a vow—equal parts revelation and command. Trust. Honesty. Growth. A shared legacy. A bond that would eclipse all others.

“Yes, my Lord. I am yours,” she said, her voice low but certain. “And you are mine, by bond and by purpose. I will carry your name into fire and shadow both.”

As he turned, Indra followed without a sound. She took the space at his side as if she had always known it was hers. Standing just to his right, she faced the viewport as the stars stretched, and the rush of hyperspace painted silver-blue light across her pale skin.

She did not smile.

But her eyes burned.

And her hand drifted—almost unconsciously—to the hilt at her hip. The blade was not drawn, but its presence comforted her. It reminded her that she was more than flesh. She was a promise.

And her promise had just begun.

OUTFIT: Diarchy Optio Uniform | TAG: Diarch Rellik | EQUIPMENT: Indra's Saber​

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Homecoming​

The stars shifted in a warped grace, Rellik had always enjoyed watching hypserspace travel. It was everything beautiful being stretched out into merely the lines of color that it was made from. Than as quickly as it began it had ended and through the forward viewport, the orange and white ball that was Bastion emerged. The city of Revelin's lights looked like staring back into the galaxy as it shimmered like stars in the night sky. There was always a certain beauty to Bastion when seen from above.

"Welcome to Bastion. The capital of the Diarchys strength."

With a smile he informed the captain to take them down and land them in the Sloan Naval Academy. His words were headed immediately and in no time flat they were descending into the atmosphere. It was still a far way from the glittering monuments of Coruscant or Taris but it neared rivaling them in beauty. Except Bastion did not have any lower levels and in exchange had designated wildlife areas. A blend of advanced civilization and tempered beauty with nature.

The landing pad of the Vault extended into the main hangar complex. Bastions main dockyard and home to the Naval branch of the military. Awaiting him at the foot of the platform was Onyx. Immediately both of his eyes began analyzing Indra. "Onyx, I know she is beautiful but do not be rude. Introduce yourself."

"Personal litigation droid and legal aid Onyx. At Relliks service."

"Ah sassy droid. You will do your best to aid Ms. Quin with anything she needs. She is my Lordsblade. An extension of myself."

For a droid, he seemed partially annoyed. A small note that made Rellik chuckle. He noticed Onyx's red eye that held a recorder was still moving at speed. Analyzing Indra in a way Onyx does for any strong force user. It is customary programming so Rellik can look back later for signs of assassinations, fear, or other signs that might give him a leg up.

"Come we will see her to her room."

The trio walked into the streets of Revelin. A bustling hive of street vendors, children running around, and business towers lining entire city blocks. The world was alive and in full swing. With many people attempting to come up and talk to the Diarch. Even with the scary droid in tow behind him.

"Feel free to enjoy yourself and look around Indra but take this in case you get lost okay. Onyx, watch her for me as we walk." Rellik turned and handed Indra a flat disk. If pressed a holo map of Revelin would come up and it would sync with whoever held the other disk. So if Indra gets lost she, along with Onyx's aid can find Relliks blinking dot on the map.

"Have fun, if it is all to much just let me know and we will take the backstreets to our home."

Indra Quin

 

[Indra Quin]

The moment the Vault broke from hyperspace, Indra felt it. Not the shift of motion—but the view. Bastion loomed like a promise: orange and white, ringed by glimmering light and crowned with the city-lights of Revelin. It was beautiful in the way holy places were. And Rellik—her Rellik—stood unmoved by it, as though he had crafted such a world by hand.

“You should rule this,” she murmured to herself, barely audible.

As they disembarked, Indra’s eyes darted across the landing bay, taking in every detail with the rapid assessment of a blade made sentient. But her attention faltered when Onyx addressed her—his mechanical tone clipped, analytic.

“A pleasure, Onyx,” she replied, stiffly polite. Then, after a pause, she added with a slight tilt of her head, “Do you always scan so aggressively? Or is that reserved only for beautiful weapons?”

She regretted it the moment Rellik spoke.

“I know she is beautiful...”

Her cheeks warmed—not visibly, but she felt it. A tightness in her chest, an ache she did not understand and wished desperately to crush.

He was her Lord. Nothing more. And already, somehow, everything.

She said nothing.

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The city of Revelin was alive with noise, scent, color. Indra kept close at first, unsure if her presence would be welcome—but soon, people approached. Not her, but Rellik. Always Rellik. She watched how they looked at him, some in awe, some in reverence, a few in thinly masked fear.

When one man tried to press a datapad into Rellik’s hands, she stepped between them with a small smile.

“Forgive the intrusion, citizen,” she said gently, “but the Diarch is engaged. Perhaps I can help?”

The man explained a shipping dispute—a missing crate at port. Indra offered a quick solution, rerouting him to the correct overseer with Onyx’s aid.

Minutes later, a group of schoolchildren rushed toward them, pointing excitedly at Rellik. One tripped and fell in Indra’s path. She knelt down swiftly, helping the boy up with unexpected grace.

“Careful now. That’s no way to greet a Lord,” she teased softly. The child stared at her saber hilt in wonder.

She stood tall once more, falling back into step with Onyx. After a moment, she glanced sideways.

“Is this what you do for him?” she asked the droid. “Keep him from having to see the details?”

A pause. Then a slight smirk—not mocking, but proud.

“Good. Then we are alike.”

OUTFIT: Diarchy Optio Uniform | TAG: Diarch Rellik | EQUIPMENT: Indra's Saber, Holo-map Disk​

 

[Diarch Rellik]

The Poetic King​

Before the swarm had come to nectar; Rellik gave command and comfort. Promising Indra safety and privacy if she requested it. His voice was sweet, there was a way out of the crowd, even at his side if she wanted it.

So as the footsteps of battle worn boots crested the festival-esque streets it seemed the dichotomy of Relliks life was in full display. Where he had killed a few hours ago and commanded the same of Indra. Here he was lord, saint, and executioner all wrapped into one.

A man came from the crowd to press a pad into his chest but before Rellik could tell him to schedule an appointment as all citizens could - Indra stepped in. Relliks eyes lighting with sparks of lightning as he watched her smoothly divert him to the appropriate overseer.

He went to congratulate her but he was swallowed up once again. A group of schoolchildren rushed towards them. With a bellowing laugh Rellik had peeled away from the main flow of foot traffic, slipping toward the edge of the plaza. He moved like someone who didn't need a throne to be king. Cloaked in calm, haloed by reverence. The children gathered, and the city seemed to hold its breath.

"Play us something Diarch Rellik please!"

"I heard you played the kids on Muunilist a song! We want a song!"

He laughed calmly. Reaching out his hand for the adult among them who held an instrument within their hands. Always watching, he caught Indra swoop a boy up from eating the floor and help him present himself. She stood next to Onyx like a beacon of strength. Their strength, not his alone. One day - she would understand.

"Keep him from having to see the details?"

Onyx was always a studious yet obnoxious droid and his reply seemed to follow suite.

:He always sees the details. It is just a matter of priority. My position is to ensure that he can do that while keeping his mind, body, and soul intact.:

"Good. Then we are alike."

Rellik's fingers found the strings of the instrument like they'd never left. He began a song that was gentle and aching, carved from memory. It was not the sound of power. It was the sound of a man trying to remember who he was when no one else was looking.

It was fragile. Honest and Pure to his heart. He played. The children smiled. A flower was placed in his ear and then his eyes found hers. It was sudden and surprising but as his heart filled the music in the air for all to hear, so did his eyes do the same but directed towards her.

They bellowed and hailed as they did before when he looked upon her aboard the Vault. A storm of gold within a sand scape. The music fluctuating as his eyes and essence in the force did the same. His being, and the tone matched in one.

As Rellik hit the harmonics to end the song he averted his gaze. His focus shifting to give the music the beautiful ending it deserved.

So he finished and with it he handed the instrument back to the teacher, raising from his seat and putting his arms over the nearest students.

"Now, do you know who the true hero's of the Diarchy are?" He asked the youth with a broad smile. "It is the men and woman just like her who keep you and myself safe. Without her we would all be in danger. She saved my life today!" With a mischievous grin he pointed towards Indra and Onyx. They excitedly wanted to crowd her as well but he kept there attention as so to not cause Indra anxiety. "Now will you be good little warriors and defend me as we make our way back to the Crucible? Pretend the citizens are our enemies, keep Indra and me safe now!"

Rellik gave the gremlins a little pat on the back and than moved to the teacher. Questioning her trip for the day and ensuring that all students were accounted for. He moved his hand behind him, giving Indra a branch to hold unto if she needed it.

So that she may not get left behind in the whirlwind that was the life of a Diarch.

Indra Quin

 

[Indra Quin]

The people of Bastion are not like the crowds she was used to. This place—this city—was not one of cold faces or chaotic noise. Revelin was alive, vibrant, teeming with life. Yet as the people reached for Rellik, it was not them that held her attention.

The lights of the city glittered, drawing her eyes to the beauty of it all—something about it felt… alive. Alive. The word echoed in her mind, but her purpose remained sharp. It would always remain sharp. She was a tool, a blade, nothing more. Yet the view of Bastion, glowing beneath the stars, made her feel something akin to awe—a flicker of feeling she quickly shut away. She had no use for emotions, not when she was made for a singular purpose.

Rellik spoke, his voice gentle, his words sweeping over her like the warmth of sunlight.

“You should rule this,” she thought to herself, but dared not speak the thought aloud. She wasn’t sure what it meant to feel that way, or why it made her chest tighten in unfamiliar discomfort.

Her eyes flickered toward him just as his voice softened and laughter spilled into the air. He was not just a lord—he was a king, revered. And in that moment, when his gaze lingered too long upon her, something in Indra faltered.

The music. The way he played. The way his fingers danced on the strings—it was vulnerable. Fragile. Honest. And yet, Indra was unsure how to process the gaze he turned upon her as the children cheered.

She shifted uncomfortably, feeling a flutter in her chest—a brief, unexpected warmth—and for a moment, she almost believed it. The hope that perhaps, just perhaps, he saw something in her more than a blade. Something… worth looking at.

But she quickly banished it. She was a weapon. A tool. To feel otherwise would be a weakness she could not afford.

As the music ended and the children clamored around him, she felt the space between them widen. The spotlight was not on her, and it was as it should be. She returned to her role without missing a beat.

“I need to prepare,” she thought. There were missions to be done, and those required her focus. No time for distractions. No time for unnecessary feelings.

With one last glance at the laughter and lightheartedness of the moment, Indra steeled herself. She would make herself ready for whatever came next. There was no time to dwell on uncertainties.

OUTFIT: Diarchy Optio Uniform | TAG: Diarch Rellik | EQUIPMENT: Indra's Saber, Holo-map Disk​