Public A New Order Rises - Diarchy Grand Declaration Ceremony

[Damos Vakaro]

Objective: Backroom Politics
Tags: Shan Pellian | Liin Terallo | Judah Dashiell | Ivalyn Yvarro | Merryn Sellek | Tertius C. Nargath | Open​

A small group of strangers had congregated around the table. More guests for negotiations meant more possibilities for networking, not just that but the Diarchy's chief financial advisor had also seemed to be touching base with some of the attendees. She was the placeholder of the Diarchy's Chief Financial Advisor who was going to participate in the upcoming meeting. While Damos wished to speak to the advisor personally, he had to make do with his proxy. "Of course." Damos said to Amalia and gave a slight bow of courtesy. "Given you have the advisor's authorization, you may attend."

Despite his reservations, there was business to be conducted and Councilor Shan Pellian was definitely waiting on him. "Well my esteemed colleagues. I am thankful for the opportunity to speak with you all in a more formal capacity. If you would please follow me." Damos said as he slightly bowed and gestured to the direction of the elevator. If there were any late comers they would have to check in with security, they shouldn't have any issues as longs they had prior authorization.

The elevator to the conference room was already there was the droids made way for Damos and the guests. The elevator was spacious enough for a group on occasions such as this. Especially with the viewport. As the elevator started its ascent, the city had come into view outside the elevator. Something that Damos was proud to bring up. "As I am sure, you're well aware." Damos said to this guests. "Bastion has come along way under the rule of our gracious Diarchs. What was once a fortress world has now become a prospering hub of commercial and cultural activity."

Damos had decided to let the view speak for itself. Speeders zooming through the sky lanes with skyscrapers nearly piercing the atmosphere with no military craft in sight. "With much of the galaxy in a state of constant conflict and Coruscant the once pristine seat of the galaxy in a prolonged state of recovery, the Diarchy has proven that to establish order requires not just the ambition, but the means to do so. We've turned this world into a beacon to usher a new order outside of the norms that we've been tied down to for generations. We have constructed, and please excuse me, a bastion of order and security in our own little pocket of the galaxy. We are thankful that you have chosen to trust in our Diarchs shared vision. Hopefully you can be part of it as well."

The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened to reveal the sleek black hallway that led to the conference room. The admiral had been waiting for the councilor and to get this meeting started for a while now. Damos had gestured to the guests to take their seats. "Now, allow me to formally introduce myself." Damos said as he took his seat beside Pellian. "My name is Damos Vakaro, Member of the Diarchy High Council. I am head of Diarchy Logistics, My responsibilities can be boiled down to production and distribution of civilian and military supplies. I ensure that transit of people and goods in Diarchy space is efficient. I also oversee construction projects in Diarchy space. I work closely with Councilor Shan Pellian to ensure he has necessary materials to produce his ships." Damos then gestured to Shan to introduce himself to the guests.

 

[Ivalyn Yvarro]

Objective 1 & 2
OOC: Moving Ivalyn and Merryn away from the group, prior to being magically teleported ​

Ivalyn tilted her head slightly as her eyes rested on Director Terallo, her expression calm and measured, carrying the polished demeanor of someone who had navigated countless diplomatic exchanges. When she spoke, her voice was warm, touched with an air of understanding, though its precision left little room for misinterpretation.

"Director Terallo," she began, her tone light but thoughtful, "your concerns are entirely valid. In a galaxy as dynamic and unpredictable as ours, caution is a natural response. It is a sentiment I can both understand and respect. That said," she continued, her smile softening yet holding a quiet conviction, "progress often favors those willing to take measured steps into uncertainty, transforming it into possibility."

She gestured lightly, as if outlining an idea for consideration. "The Commonwealth has spent years cultivating an environment where innovation and stability are not abstract ideals but tangible realities. Our commitment has always been to create partnerships that endure, offering visionaries the space to thrive and build without undue concern for external turbulence."

Her gaze shifted to Judah Dashiell, a flicker of fond amusement touching her expression. "And Mister Dashiell, ever the tireless champion," she said with an affectionate tone. "Your dedication is nothing short of inspiring. I can only hope that, in time, Director Terallo, you might find reason to share in his enthusiasm. After all, some of the galaxy's most extraordinary achievements began with small acts of courage and collaboration."

Turning back to Terallo, her voice took on a gentler note, as though extending a hand rather than drawing a line. "Whenever you feel ready to explore what the Commonwealth can offer, please know that the opportunity will always remain, not as a risk but as an open door to new possibilities."

She inclined her head, her demeanor effortlessly gracious as she concluded. "I should hate to keep you occupied, Mister Dashiell, although I look forward to our continued collaboration." Ivalyn continued, "it has been a pleasure to make your acquaintance Director Terallo." With that, Ivalyn stepped back, her gaze lingering just long enough to make her exit feel intentional rather than abrupt. She along with Merryn Sellek departed the good company of Liin Terallo and Judah Dashiell aiming to wander the grounds a little more.

Ivalyn had only briefly looked through the expected attendees for the evening, skipping on meeting with the Diarchy directly. She found herself looking toward a couple of guests, Darth Caedes and Madrona A’Mia and with some purpose in her step headed in that direction.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

TAG: Darth Imperius

Cycles. What Imperius had answered with were the natural cycles of nations and war. He was not wrong, but Gerwald did not also think he was correct. It could not have been as simple as that, yet it also could be. They would play out for millennia. Even in Gerwald’s lifetime he had witnessed the rise and fall of three separate Sith Empires. The Diarchy would suffer the same fate, but would they actually accomplish anything which benefited the Sith Order.

“This Diarchy just declared war on the entire galaxy, including the Sith Order. Until such a distinction is made, that is how I see it. Whether Korriban proves useful in this endeavor or not is still to be determined. I cannot speak for them. They have their own agreements, but what would you think of one who sits with one claiming to want to see the end of the Order he serves?”

The question was not designed to be leading. Gerwald wanted an opinion. An opinion is all it would be for now. There was much to discuss among the other Dark Councilors.

“I would protect our order by keeping them strong. While the Diarchy is too far to the galactic north for me to be too concerned with whether they are a threat now or not, they are close to the Vassal state. My concern is that while I believe Korriban does what it must, what happens when there are no other enemies left?”

“We must be strong for that day. I am ready to do whatever must be done to ensure this empire survives and does not fall into the cycle which others have fallen into. I will subjugate the worlds I must, and I will ally with whomever needed, to ensure that we do not fall. There are those in our Order which may not believe as I do. There are those of our Order which I may have to kill to ensure it.”

 

[Ova Ziss]

Objective: Backroom Politics
Location: Grand Declaration Ceremony on Bastion
Tags: Tertius C. Nargath | Yuria Braay | Damos Vakaro

"Absolutely, Dantooine is open to industrial expansion", Ova replied to Tertius. He shook the man's hand warmly, a far-cry from his literal spit-take take a few moments ago. Ova made a fool of himself at the reception, but he would do diplomacy right. He resolved to listen much more than he spoke. Ova allows them to finish their conversation, and then he addresses both Tertius C. Nargath and Yuria Braay .

"This is welcome news, to hear that Kuat Drive is still in business. Maybe we could work together on some projects? I see a lot of potential in our space station. I'm thinking..." Ova smiles, smirking as he leans in towards the two. "Swoop racing. It would keep people's minds off of war, that much is certain. We could start by splitting the gate proceeds, and then--"

Ova began to excitedly talk about his plans to create more spaceships and swoop racers, but just as he did, Damos entered the room to greet them. Ova's first impression of Damos was that he appeared to be a disciplined, and rather dashing administrator. Damos had precisely the kind of academy alumni discipline that Ova had tried (and yet failed) to cultivate in his son-in-law and bodyguard Grenz. Not once did Ova see Damos slouch.

[...]

As Damos led the committee up the elevator, Ova got a magnificent look of the Bastion cityscape from a bird's-eye-view. Ova marveled at the industrial design; the architecture. The multitudinous hover vehicles and cars and swoops that traveled Bastion were dizzying. Ova took in every detail of the fabulous industrial design. But what caught Ova's eye, more so than even the architecture, was the people. They didn't seem to avoid each other like they did on Dantooine. They walked together, welcoming the company of others. They shared such large apartments and living spaces together. When they parked their hovercars, they parked next to the first person they could see. They longed for unity. Ova took the memory of Bastion in his mind's eye. This was what Ova envisioned for Dantooine. If only Dantooine could get a reconstruction like this!

Ova took his seat at the table. The introduction set the tone for the evening's diplomacy: it would more or less be all-business. Damos said in his speech that he desired for unity, quite similar to the unity Ova saw on Bastion already, and an end to the seemingly never-ending Jedi-Sith-Mandalorian conflicts.

Ova sat up a bit straighter when Damos mentioned supplies, but he didn't speak yet. He wanted people in much more senior positions than him to speak first. And, Ova wouldn't dare speak over the Diarchs, the Dark Empire councilors, or the King of Korriban. Supplies meant business. Business meant credits. Credits meant that more Dantari people would get out of their bad situations faster.

The other people around the table would notice that Ova is considerably more quiet and reserved, when he is forced to sit at a table and speak to his perceived Dark Empire foes. The Sith - well, Ova still wasn't sure about them just yet. In Ova's mind, they were simply hard-working people - just like the Mandalorians on his own planet - who had been done a great disservice by the Jedi. The Jedi were no different: they did war-mongering, too.

Ova noticed that he was unconsciously playing with the holopen he was using to take notes. He put it down and crosses his hands.

Ova listened intently to Shan's speech, but did not comment on it, as he felt he was in no political position (or social, for that matter) to say anything.

Be professional. Be professional.

When the speech was over, and after a few hours, Ova found himself at a break in the proceedings. Ova looked for Rellik. He needed to have a word with him about the "Sularen Incident".

​

 

[Liin Terallo]

Objective: 2

I listen quietly with a well practiced smile. The promises and prospects may be genuine, however I still have my reservations. I do not need the war machine leaders of any of the super powers to suddenly seize control over our assets within their territory. And another trade embargo would also be very hurtful. Although I would assume that Mister Dashiell would try to prevent such a thing from occurring. I just have so very little faith in those that rule over such a large territory. I am no Force Wizard, so I am of little value or concern to them. And neither are our biomolecules. At the very least I hope that the latter is more true than the former. For I can always be replaced, whereas biomolecules cannot.

"I will be sure to mention it to the Board of Directors. It was lovely to meet you both." That is about all that I can promise for now. I have barely treaded in any territory that was not neutral and free. It is very easy to be shown how small and insignificant one is while amongst a sea of Force Wizards. And while amongst the super powers as well. Already some have tried to sway New Cov into joining their territory, of which we had politely declined. I can only hope that all such requests would be made politely, rather than by brute force. But I am no fortune teller. Mores the pity.

I give Mister Dashiell a sidelong glance as I finish my wine. Oh he was a sly one. My attention returns to Tertius C. Nargath 's assistant and I cannot help but feel a pang of guilt for not taking up her position tonight. However my dealings with the Diarchy was from their very start. I had to be here to represent that which helped to fund them in the first place. Other than that I had been working on projects and exchanging ideas with Karl Von Strauss . I have certainly not been slacking in my work. I can only hope to not be reprimanded for it. One can only do so much, after all.

As if by a saving grace, we all are ushered away from the hall and up an elevator to the conference room. I keep quiet while I listen in on the conversations around me as we walked. Once at the table, I take my seat. It seemed as though Mister Ziss was also unnaturally quiet. From what little that I know of him, he is usually a lot more boastful with the urge to speak before he thinks. Hmm. How strange indeed.

Tags: Judah Dashiell Ivalyn Yvarro Damos Vakaro Ova Ziss Diarch Reign Shan Pellian Yuria Braay

 

[Yuria Braay]

Bastion

"At Kuat Drive Yards, we're driven to excel."
​

Yuria turned slowly to the governor-elect who had joined in on the conversation and as he introduced himself to the Admiral the Kuati spotted one of the wait staff passing by with a tray of champagne glasses and before he could stop to offer her a glass, she had already managed to grab one. As Ova Ziss turned his attention to Yuria she listened but it seemed as if most of her attention was focused on the glass of champagne, which she held up against the light to watch it fizz and bubble.

As Ova Ziss concluded his introductions she lowered the glass and eyed his hand warily before extending her own. Her hand was cold to the touch and under the light of the Bastion sun it's duranium colouring shimmered. After the handshake had concluded it returned to it's position resting behind her back.

She watched as he presented two business cards. While she had shook his hand this was a whole other matter, one dealt by IG-09 who leaned over Yuria without so much as a word to accept it on her behalf.

"Mr. Ziss, I've heard rumours of an upstart shaking up the corporate landscape of Dantooine." Her attention then turned to Tertius who's comment on the state of the Drive Yards had not escaped her. She stared daggers at him and did not raise her glass in return.

"We have been rebuilding since the Civil War but our shipyards are working diligently in the Alliance's war against the Empire." As she spoke she swirled the champagne glass gently until a small vortex had begun to form.

"As for an expansion to the Outer rim... " Her head tilted to the side as she looked for the words. "Whenever we've expanded out to the Braxant Run trouble seems to follow Kuat home. It is actually why I have come to talk to the Admiral here today." she said as her head turned towards Shan. "A little problem I have on Entralla."

Having sufficiently gained all entertainment value out the champagne glass she placed it on the tray of a passing waiter, having not drank a single drop of the stuff . As Ova Ziss began to talk of Space Stations and Swoop racing she appeared to listen but her eyes said otherwise.

"Kuat is known for its warships Mr. Ziss." her eyes narrowed back onto the man. "We don't know much at all about swoop racing and leisure stations. Besides, it seems you have some far more... willing contractors here." her tone had turned more monotonous, talk of bread and games bored her.

Before the conversation could continue the delegates began to be ushered towards the meeting hall and Yuria allowed herself to fall to the back of the group. She looked rather annoyed, something her droid had picked up.

"If Ms. Braay had decided to involve herself earl-"

"Quiet." she snapped back as she stared out the window. "In any case, we may have to deal with the Entralla question ourselves."

As they entered the elevator she got a full view of Bastion. She remembered someone once told her father had spent time on the planet, that wretched man. This type of place suited him perfectly.​

Shan Pellian Ova Ziss Tertius C. Nargath Liin Terallo Damos Vakaro @Everyone else going to Objective 2​

 

[Darth Imperius]

Gerwald Lechner

Imperius had a critical flaw that translated to his personal ambitions and planning. He did not perceive time in hours, days, weeks or even months. It was a heartbeat, all the same and gone in the blink of an eye. A fatal difference that could only be experienced by someone who had lived long enough to see the collapse of all but three of the eleven Sith Empires, it was an outlook to diplomacy and economy that made him ideal for achieving eventual greatness, proven through his rebuilding of Zakuul and Iokath as industrial, technological and economic powerhouses. But it left him detached from mere day to day politics.

"I do not know the King of Korriban. He is a vassal of the one I am serving next to and I do not assume that his two-facedness would easily fool Darth Carnifex. Though the potential infiltration and won trust aside that could harbor a pact, I believe a Sith does not belong at the side of its natural enemy, it is already revolting to be present among these hypocrites and blind, lobotomised followers of a dream-idea. To be seen as a part of them, not an ally, but member, is not worth the deception or whatever he is aiming for."

"Peace is a lie."

His gaze looked somewhat amused as it turned towards the Dread Wolf.

"No enemies left? Our war is eternal, Lord Wrath. Our supremacy and dominion a goal so distant that it is almost beyond the horizon." He paused. "Almost."

"But I stand with your vision of Empire. Only if we stand united in our passion, we will stand united in conquest. It is however some way to go to achieve such cohesion, unity and discipline in our ranks. These petty factions, fueled by ancient dogma, religious worship, deluded ideals and narrow-minded self-importance vying for power require to be cracked down and made aware of their unimportance in the grand plan of our Sith Empire."

 

[Darth Hemorpheus]

TAG: OPEN

Hemorpheus had been part of the Inner Circle of Diarchy, he had a lab bequeathed by Diarch Reign himself, and there with Anastarsia he had begun his search for The Threshold, to discover the Power Behind Life itself. When he had learned what The Declaration would be, the Darth found himself at crossroads. After some soul searching he had decided to resign from The Archon post, and went for a time to join The Sith Order, and then be the pupil of Nyxira Valis who had promised him a path to achieve his Great Odessey. Then he was reunited with Darth Nexion , his brother, Lord of Death, whom he tilted with and seemingly gained victory over, though a Necromancer's defeat is more of a tactical retreat, how does one bring death to Death's Liege Lord? And how as Lord of Life can Hemorpheus trully usher one to the Underworld?

On Peridea Former Achon had found himself refomed, there he was reunited with Ana and Lyssara Thrynn in the cradle of the Witchkingdom of the Dathomiri. There in another galaxy, The Lord of Life reaching the Threshold, now has returned to A Galaxy Far, and having recieved an invitation, to his great amusement, he has come to see old friends. There in the Halls of Bastion, the Lord of Life moved in a gate of reticence, his armor of blood shimmering beneath the lamps, and his face uncovered as it had not been in those early days. His long red locks flowing, and his eyes aglow with gilded light, for he had looked upon The Source itself, and he was much altered, though not entirely so, for he had been interrupted in his metamorphis by a Witch.. yes, the witch whom he most loved, Ana...

Looking upon the many faces, he saw many had come from all factions, Lords of the Sith, Jedi Masters, and all others to bear witness to The Declaration. He knew what it was, and yet a part of him now understood its boldness. For when he had touched the Source itself, he began to see the futility of many, that these wars for territories were as inconsequential to the greater battle waging all around them; a struggle between the cradle and the crypt, in which they were players, yes the wars helped fill the coffins of Death, while others sought to harvest and maintain Life. The struggle was eternal, and they all were part of it, Life and Death, Death and Life...

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Tags: @OPEN

As Rellik walked away into the crowd of citizens he heard his brothers commenting towards Ova Ziss, Tertius and himself. An understanding of the greater picture personified his words. The two of them would one day die upon the field of battle together or as old men within their perfect galaxy. If the Diarchy was a a single planet or a thousand worlds - the brothers will be side by side. He was passion, the urge to fight and protect those he loved, these were worthy attributes indeed but the Co-Head knew the means to arriving at that destination were varied and incalculable. Rellik would turn around as his brother spoke and with a eyes closed smile, lift his hand to him in a sign of love. The two inseparable bastions upon the tidal wave of the galaxy. He turned to continue knowing his brother would charismatically lead further backroom politicking with their vision in his heart. Both having their strengths and their weaknesses.

Moving to the bar he ordered a drink. A Fiery Mustafarian, something to ignite his soul for the long night ahead. His gaze wandered as those willing to hear their pleas made way to the elevator to the conference rooms. Business men/women with financial prospects to gain, a vital and necessary tool for the long journey ahead. He hoped they would see their path as one that would remove all restrictions upon their dealings. Imagining a galaxy where trade was free and pirates/marauders were killed, not left to break out of prison and rob them of everything once again. Fair and honest commerce amongst all peoples. He had wished to see representatives from the alliance, Mandalorians and more move to speak more in depth but alas, that is not what the Whills had in store for them.

The sweet ting of the alcohol went down, warming Relliks chest and confirming he was still alive among all of the chaos. Than as quickly as he removed himself from the limelight the citizens of the Diarchy flooded the young lord in recognition and as the crowd clamored he moved to the center of the area. The group now circling him Rellik divulged in the joy of it all and broke down in dance. The average man now a part of the celebration with him. After finishing his short stint as the main event he moved to the closest person he knew, a business owner and construction manager and put his arms over their shoulders, the duo interlocked with each person at their side and eventually a large group swayed with them in a dance that linked the arms of many. The citizens, lords and music of the Diarchy all in tune for at least one moment of bliss.

Rellik could sense something more maleficent moving beyond the scenes, never fading from his thoughts. Crowds cheering and bussling with excitement surrounded the Diarch and although he put on a face of glee his eyes glared apprehensively to the dangers of the room. Was it Darth Imperius who he sensed? He noticed him standing near Gerwald Lechner during their speech but it did not appear to be so. It was something... more. The Diarch continued to dance. If this is what the force deemed his fate than he would accept it with a fight. Until that moment, he would be a man among his people.

---

The festivities had to slow down as he knew people would be wishing to speak to him as well. Ova Ziss requested him personally as Reign was aligning both himself and the governor so he would oblige the man. The Diarch wanted to speak to Darth Imperius quite a bit. Hoping to seek his understanding that Tenebrae moved past the Sith order himself at one point, Zaakul itself a gleaming example of a galaxy that could be. Though it appeared that would need to be a conversation for another night.

Moving to the elevator where the others had previously gone, he looked around awaiting anyone who might wish to engage him one last time. He noticed a woman with beautiful purple hair he had never seen before in Astride Velvet and wondered from where she came. A beautiful specimen but something he would need to approach another night for politics were in his way. As the ding arrived of the elevator Rellik looked one more time at the room, at the galaxy he hoped would accept them and whispered under his breath.

"A beautiful mess you are. In the end no single person could bring you to heel."

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

“I can’t believe we’re allowed to attend something like this. It’s not like we’re big names. You’re only slightly less of a nobody than I am,” he teased. His playful jab had an undertone of sincerity, though—both of them still had so far to climb if they wanted to stand on equal footing with the lords and officials milling about.

Naami had the bearing of a teen at ease despite the formal setting, at least while walking around with Gavin. He gave the man's words a long thought and answered with a solemn nod, a clap on the back.

As things become more serious though the zabrak grew much the same. It was with dutiful stoicism that the Kor'ethyr student formally greeted both The Diarchy and Darth Caedes , King of Korriban. No one observing the teen could know from looking but the way Naamino bowed to the clawdite was laden with meaning. The complexities of the zabrak's purpose here were suddenly forefront of his mind.

As those great men took to the stage, the Sith ascendant listened with spine straight and mind turning. His mind for politics yet requires honing but he faced that moment with all the gravitas one looks upon a battlefield. Even as the speeches drew to a close, as applause rang out and some verbal opposition levied, the teen was deep in rumination. In a galaxy at war, how firm could alliances be? How strong the bond of brothers at arms and how binding their various ideologies or values?

Naamino Zuukamano had much to consider and even more to learn. He returned to the present moment eventually, milled about and did his best to be a supportive presence to Gavin who clearly felt out of place in his own way at this fancy party. However, he couldn’t help being lost in rumination every time that conversation lapsed or he had a moment to himself.

[OOC Exit, Naami remains to socialize]​

 

[Astride Velvet]

After the grand speech and the emotional shock settled, I now head toward the VIP area, where there's an elevator leading to a more private spot. On the way, I cross paths with one of the two Diarchs who delivered the speech. I look at him with a rather cold expression, as is my habit.

The elevator is arriving, and I position myself next to him, arms crossed. I think this would be the perfect moment to insert some ridiculous elevator music to add humor to the scene.

"That was a beautiful speech you gave. I hope the Diarchy has bright days ahead of it."

He can undoubtedly feel my aura I am a Sith. My pink business suit serves as my outfit today; after all, showing up dressed like I would on the campaign trail wouldn't have been appropriate for an event of this significance.

"What are your plans for the future?"

I finally have the chance to discuss with one of them a little ahead of time, so I might as well take advantage of this moment before he gets swarmed by everyone else. Later, things won't be the same; everyone will want to talk to him, and I'll definitely lose my turn.

This simple open-ended question could lead to all sorts of answers. I expect a lot and nothing at the same time. It's an open question we'll see how he decides to respond.

I take a sip of champagne; nothing beats a good drink to enjoy a party. I just hope my planet won't be affected by their little war; otherwise, I'll have to get personally involved

Diarch Rellik

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Tags : Liin Terallo Tertius C. Nargath Ivalyn Yvarro Damos Vakaro Merryn Sellek

Judah had tried, an attempt to introduce Director Terallo for potential in Commonwealth space. Either she wasn't interested or she merely missed the hint he was trying to subtly lay. Either way. It seemed some were planning on filtering up to the VIP experience. Judah at first had considered joining but once the posturing and barbed tongues came out - well, he had his fill.

An opportunity may be missed but not everything in his life was about the credits. Sometimes one had to realize the direction may be wrong. That his company was standing for something else entirely. There was no animosity, yet he felt it was unwise to waste anyone's time. Time and credits tended to go hand in hand.

"I think I will skip politics. I wish everyone a productive evening. Best of luck."

As others went to the VIP elevator, he merely walked towards the exit.

 

[Wight Star]

TAG: Darth Hemorpheus

There was no mistaking Him, the 'Lord of Life' so he called himself. Indeed, the only life he had helped create was the one that now drew close with heavy boot steps, holding a dagger behind his back and his magenta eyes burning as little pyres ready to make his strike true. He had crossed galaxies to come find him.. the Father.. who disappointing he looked. His face had the hallmarks of one who had made a string of decisions without the naivety of a child. The contours of his flesh mask, for it was mask, was another sign that he was wise to double down on his maternal bloodline, and pursue the magicks. He did not see a Lord of anything, rather a smug man who stood there as if he was of import. Coming closer, Wight took a drink from one of the trays, and threw back the liquor in his mouth, his earrings rustling, and his white mane like hair combing over on one side.

So this is where he had come, back to the beginning, how poetic.. how stupid. The Son owed no measure of loyalty to this Man who had made lofty claims all over both galaxies, and had what to show for it. He was con artist in the Force, that sychophantic power that the forces of this galaxy called on as their own magic to intimidate and win the day. It was an abomination when compared to The Magicks, which were by far more ancient and pure. And lo so many that were here had the trappings of devotion to it. Most of all, him.. with his armor and saber hilt dangling as if to claim, "I am one of the worthy," how quaint, how utterly pathetic. To come crawling back to where he had abandoned His Mother the first time. If he thought this was bravery, to stand in a room with those he had spurned, then truly he was child in a man's body. Ironic since he was an adolescent in a man's body.

Leaning against the bar table, Wight broke the silence,
"This Diarchy has heart, maybe I should join up their cause and put an end to the true enemies of peace"
He took another drink, he was baiting the trap, making the Fool comfortable. His blade was poised behind his back waist, the curved Nightsister weapon ready to sing and dig into its target.

 

[Darth Hemorpheus]

TAG: Wight Star

The Lord of Life was lost in thought until he saw a figure come forth from sea of faces, hair as white as snow, much like Anastarsia , and his eyes aglow.. like hers as well. Instantly as he locked eyes with this Young Man he felt something in the Force, a tremor, a line of string as it were plucking as if on an instrument. Hemorpheus chose not to react, he had for some time been led into dead ends and deceived by what he believed was the sure way. He had come to bear witness to The Declaration, and then leave, to affirm to himself why he had to leave the Diarchy in the first place. His mind was occupied with thoughts about the object of soiree, when the Young Man spoke, and the tone immediately drew his attention, turning he giving a look with crossed arms and gauntlets of blood said,
"A fool's errand Young Lad.. the fire being started here will burn across the galaxy, and many with it. Best not to join up, and follow your own path."

The words were sagely enough, as was his way, though he detected that they did not sit well with this Brash Youth, who's demeanor and pallor were all too familiar. It was if he was looking at Force Ghost, but of whom? His mind was racking to find the answer as he gave more unsolicited advice,
"Declaring that peace will be achieved on the other side of war is the great duplicity.. every empire has claimed that after they scorch the worlds with all their stars and subjagate the dissenters, there will be peace.. the word they use, which stinks of another.. occupation, which breeds revolution and then we begin the whole dance anew.."
He realized he was sound like an old man, jaded and rather weary with the cycle that the galaxy was caught up in. He suspected that this Youth would not heed his words, as all youths were want to do, seeking to make their mark in history. That was the dream of younger souls, to achieve great feats and their heads fixed with laurels. The dream of older ones was to avoid it altogether, and find some measure of contentment.

 

[Wight Star]

Wight began to slowly shake, it rose from torso and spread out as he began to lean forward and laugh.
"Hahahahahahahahaha! You sound so wise.. its.. so inspiring.. hahahaha! Oh.. I did not expect to be so amused by what an utter bafoon you are! It has made the trip worth it!"
As the Son began to try and regain his composure, he could see the face of Hemorpheus which was riddled with well.. riddles. He was that dense? Could he not see? Or was he content to believe when he did leave Peridea that he could hope it be forgot.
Sliding the Dagger into its sheath on his back he then took a towel of pure white and wiped her brow. Turning to look at 'The Lord of Life' he said,
"I had come here to make this short.. and now I see.. haha.. I want to see you suffer.. yes! Haha! To know such pain that you will beg for Death.. Lord of Life!"

He threw down the towel on the serving table and said,
"Do not look so glum.. it does not suit you. Mother well.. that comes to her natural, but you.. I was told you are life itself.. that the sun shines in those eyes.."
His grin grew as he came closer and threw an arm around the Sith Lord,
"Enjoy the party.. then come find me and claim me as your rightful.."
He then placed his black gloved finger over his lips which were perfect and moist,
"This is not the place is it? No.. come to Cryotoria, a world in the Outer Rim when you are done filling the heads of youths with your nonsense..."
Wight began releasing The Father, then drew up his blade from his back, and lopped off the end of the fine blood red hair, catching it in his other hand as he walked out of the inner halls of Bastion and made his way to the Space Port. There he came to a vessel, and made his way up the ramp, holding the lock of The Lord of Life's hair and dropping it on the riveted metal ramp as he walked up into it and the engines came to life. The piece of hair blew off as the ramp retracted and the ship soared away from The Diarchy's Base. He had every intention to kill him there, but then he realized that was too easy, spill the truth and stab, a quick end, not fitting for the Lord of Life! Besides he had Uncle Darth Nexion to seek out, and many other bad things to achieve before the reunion with Papa Morph.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Tags: Astride Velvet Ova Ziss Diarch Reign

Rellik took one last look around as those who had heard all they needed too began to dissipate. The remainder of the party would be those who seemed interested or loyal to the Diarchy itself. The galaxy at large had not heeded their words wisely. They could have seen the promise of a new system that welcomes all of them, yet they chose to live in their war torn worlds. A deep sigh leaving him as he prepared for the elevator.

Than a guest approached, the purple haired woman from before. Coming to stand next to the Diarch with a icy expression.

"That was a beautiful speech you gave. I hope the Diarchy has bright days ahead of it."

The Diarch assumed many would have stern resignation towards them so he responded kindly and with a smile.
"Thank you very much, I do as well. It would be a little embarrassing for us to flame out right after our declaration. I hope you have been enjoying yourself here among us. Tasting what our slice of life has to offer."

"What are your plans for the future?"

"Well, we shall see how these talks go among the backrooms of the party but I hope more come to terms with what we offer. I am not afraid of war or death, yet I would rather not bring it upon those who are ignorant or misunderstanding of our cause. We put our best foot forward. All we can do now is hope and fight."

The elevator had finally arrived. Reaching out to her hand and grabbing her currently empty glass, Rellik would turn to a server passing by and place it on his tray. Proceeding to grab two more and handing the woman one of them. Tapping the lip of his glass against hers and gesturing to follow him - "You know me, the Diarch Rellik. What is your name?"

Rellik would listen to her as he walked. Noticing Ova Ziss across the room the Diarch moved towards him directly. The only person besides the Purple haired woman who had sought him out directly to talk. Arriving behind the governor Rellik would give him a slight playful shock on the shoulder.
"Ova my friend! It seems you truly are electric." A joyful laugh coming from the Diarch as he made his little joke. Insinuating to Ova's fiery nature and actions earlier. "It is good to see you. Tell me, what is it you wished to speak about?"

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Darth Malum of House Marr //:
//: Bastion //:
//: Obj 1 //:
//: Dress //:

The Princess wished so profoundly that she could return and keep her attention on the man she had arrived with. Their banter was entertaining; it made her laugh and smile. All Quinn had to do was not turn around and let the man hold her where he had her. The small safety she had with their quips, the rest of the party didn't matter. The Princess and the Raven Prince, they were in their own world - until she betrayed it. Her gaze betrayed her, catching the face of a life that once was, one that the Princess was still mourning.

He was there. Malum had become the much-needed anchor of solace she needed in that moment. Quinn looked up into the mask that she typically despised, but it had a different purpose right now. At least his mask hid his emotions, his concern that she could feel spilling off his shattered mind. Despite trying hard to remain composed, the Princess fell a single tear escaping her efforts. Luckily, the man's kindness protected her image, catching it before it fell. She stared into the mask, his features hidden, but she hoped that the concern she felt - was in the scarlet eyes that the Echani felt on her.

"I will be," she spoke quietly, a voice barely breaking a whisper. Quinn wanted to run. Every fiber in her being screamed to leave, but she held on and remained in front of the man. Her fingers gripped tightly on his arm while the other clutched the rich fabric against his chest. The room spun until she closed her eyes, she needed to push the thoughts of Vesta from her mind. The woman was gone, and she never returned. Her heart had to heal and stop screaming and begging for the woman to return. Involuntarily, she leaned against Malum, desperate for some type of protection from her own vivid and painful memories.

After several minutes, Quinn pulled away from her would protector and sighed. "Thank you," she whispered again. "I just saw someone that I thought was someone else." She looked up and sighed. "It's the past and I just need to move on from it." Her eyes still watered, but nothing like before. No tears fell, and the royal poise returned to the Princess.

She smiled, the fake smile that all nobles and royals were taught to have. It was the smile that the public saw despite the pain that they had to hide from the world. Quinn had grown used to hiding behind that metaphorical mask; it was her protection and a perfected skill. "If you didn't have that annoying mask, I would have done my Princessly duty and thanked you with a kiss on your cheek." She laughed, a laugh that Malum would know - similar to the smile.

It was fake, a calculated and perfected mask.

 

[Ova Ziss]

Objective: Backroom Politics
Location: Grand Declaration Ceremony on Bastion
Tags: Yuria Braay | Diarch Rellik

"Perhaps you aren't ready for entertainment and leisure, Miss Braay, but if you are ready for a more serious conversation about the warships - give me a call", Ova said to Yuria. Ova gave Yuria his business card as the delegation headed for the elevator, making a mental note to speak with her at a later time. He hurried in a few final words between himself and Yuria. She walked at a brisk pace.

"We are making a tremendously concerted effort to re-establish security around the Braxant Run. Why, I just put in for my Security 100 License. "

"Let's talk about Entralla, too. But, later."

[...]

Ova tried to chuckle when Rellik made a joke with him, but he couldn't. He felt a big giant pit in his stomach: the one that you feel when you do the wrong thing, even if it was at the right time, and towards precisely the right person.

"Yeah...it's electric alright. I guess that bears well for my electoral chances, then, right?"

Ova smiled to his friend. Ova patted Rellik's hand gently, and got up.

"Yes, Diarch. I've been meaning to speak with you all morning. It's about---" Ova checked around to make sure that nobody was within earshot. He couldn't be sure, but he continued in a low voice regardless. This was too important. People, dignitaries, moved in and out of the area, some of them deliberately avoiding stepping near Ova Ziss after his faux-pas. But soon, the delegates would be swarming the room, and it would be inopportune to talk.

"It's about the illness. My force sickness, it's making me feel so angry." He tried to find words to explain it, but couldn't. Ova locked eyes with Rellik. "I really need to speak with you in private. And...perhaps with an Elder from the Temple Enclave, too."

"I...I think...and forgive me for being so forward...I think I need force training", Ova stumbled. "You know. To become a Sayu Ni practitioner. To join the Temple Enclave. I'm being moved by inertia that I can't even begin to understand. I fear that, if I don't receive training, then something terrible could happen. An accident. There was something I saw on Dantooine---"

A political dignitary walked within earshot of their conversation, and so Ova didn't feel comfortable speaking of the matter any further - not in the open. There were so many people who could hear what he is saying to Rellik, and misunderstand Ova's intentions. Whatever Ova wanted with Rellik was a personal, very private topic. The assembly was getting busy, and it was likely that they wouldn't able to speak again for several hours.

"Find me when the assembly breaks out", Ova says to Rellik quietly. "We have a lot to discuss."

With that, Ova headed into the private room, to attend to the diplomatic affairs.

##EXIT THREAD## ​

​

 

[Astride Velvet]

We could definitely add some elevator music; the atmosphere would suit it perfectly. I listen to him answer my questions as my glass slowly empties as well. He seems confident he's made the right choice for the next step toward the galaxy. It's not my place to say whether what he's doing is right or wrong.

"Of course, I intend to enjoy the party I'm here for that."

He then asks for my name as we arrive at the VIP area to meet some new people. He hands me another drink; I thank him for it and continue following him with my usual neutral demeanor.

"My name is Astride Velvet. I'm a Dark Lord."

If he still had any doubts, they're gone now. I've just told him I'm a Sith and that I work for the Empire. He calls over another guest, which causes me to step back I don't like taking part in conversations with people I don't know. Instead, I take this opportunity to appreciate the buffet. With food available, I help myself to something to eat.

Of course, I've also noticed that his apprentice is present. I think back to the duel we had and how I utterly crushed her. That must have been a rough day for her.

"I'll give you my private comlink. If you want speak about business, or sometime else, you can call me."

I hand it to the Diarch; he can now contact me on my private line. Then, I dive into a well-deserved meal, making sure to enjoy the party to its fullest.

Diarch Rellik

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Malum parsed his lips as he held her. It was not the most vulnerable he had ever seen her, that might have been either Abraxas or Alvaria, but for very different reasons. This was the third, vulnerability for a very different reason than all the others, this was vulnerability bore by the heart, vulnerability born by passion. That she trusted him to see this... the anvil pressing on his chest only increased in weight, as he swallowed the emotions he so keenly felt, the protrusion by his throat, bobbing up and down like an apple at a summer's fair.

She gazed up at him, gazed up at him with... he did not know he saw reflected in those eyes, visible to him, where his own were not to her, but his touch upon her, his grip around her waist firmed, a squeeze as best as he was able, drawing in all the comfort that he wished to impart, that comfort that which words could not.

"I'm glad." Malum whispered in the confine gap between them both, allowing her tightening grip on his arm, allowing her vice grip upon his chest, and even when slightly surprised, allowing her to lean into his form. He parsed his lips again, so close, it was impossible to ignore her, not that she was one that could be ignored.

Princess she might have been but...

...Even without the title, Malum was unsure if he could have taken his eyes off her.

...Indeed, without the title, he might have been bold enough to...

He banished the thought from his mind, as he pulled her ever closer, his towering frame, offering her him as her shield, to all her troubles, the silent protector, the knight. There was irony he supposed, he was knight already to another woman, and both of them, despite all his efforts to defend them, hardly required it.

Still, he would do so again, and again.

...Even as they betrayed him.

He did nothing as she pulled away, relaxing his grip, giving her the space she now sought, as ever still red embers stared into the emeralds flecked with hazel, "...The heart is a fragile organ, do not beat yourself up about it... Bogan knows, my heart sings of lost loves, even without physical reminders of their face to haunt me," Malum whispered back to Quinn, as he gently pulled them together, and began to sway them to the sound of the music, the tempo, the rhythm, a balm to ailment of the mind, as old as time, "Focus on me," He whispered as they swayed, how he so wished to remove those tears from her eyelids.

...But she was a fighter, and he would not interrupt her fight, only support her like this.

It was her smile that made him frown, fixed, eyes glassy, it was familiar, it was the kind of smile he wore around most, the smile he wore at events like this, the smile he would have worn around the Princess of Eshan.

...But never around Quinn.

"...A kiss on the cheek, is reserved for your knight, Your Grace," The words rumbled out from his stomach, as they travelled up through his throat, he drew a hand back, to his mask, a low hiss erupting between them, as the mask dislodged from its hold, and fell away down to his side, revealing, long raven locks, framing his noble face, thin lipped, curved upwards, an aquiline nose, and rubies for eyes that were twinged with concern and... something else, in equal measure.

As his lips traversed down, breathing softly in her eardrums, "...And I wish to be far more than your knight," He whispered ominously, before withdrawing back, seeing her now, truly, her beauty, her majesty, all without the barrier of the mask, his towering form leaned down, their faces bare inches apart, "...So tell me, what am I to you, Q?"

Quinn Varanin
Mentioned: Srina Talon