ACT I: A Protectorate Story

[Lunafreya Solidor]

Talking to her father, always got into her nerve. When he was King of the Kingdom, the man was a iron fist father that reminded his children of their duties as Solidors, but now as a Primarch of the Interstellar Protectorate, Iedolas has became a ambitious man with a will like no other, he was harsh and cruel, she knew that, and reminded her to do his bidding as one of the Judge Protectors in the Enclave.

As the woman dressed herself in armorweare, she waited for her knight to arrive. If that creature como be called that, even when she thought knighting him would be enough to make him being anything beyond a peasant, Lunafreya was surprised to notice how wrong she was. He was charming, polite, but had so much kindness in his heart that made her sick, or at least, like whipping him.

“Tell Sir Akabane to come.”, the princess growled at the comlink by her door, attaching the long black cape also made of armoweare in her shoulder pads made of gold, pure gold. Stopping near the door to look herself in the mirror, any fool would think how beautiful and astonishing she was, but Luna made a frown to herself, doing that job would be a painful thing to her pride, just because it was her father's bidding, but, orders were orders.

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

Akabane had no idea what was on the agenda today, most likely because he lacked the mind that took any type royalty seriously. To him, they were just people with more expensive things than him. The fact that nobles had any authority over him never appeared in his tiny brain. So, he only came when summoned and made sure to show up late as he always did. He didn't necessarily try to be late on previous occasions... stuff just seemed to pop up and stand in his way of attending the meeting on time. Today though, Akabane was definitely trying to be late on purpose. Striking anger in the princess was so fun after all.

The young man took slow, short steps on his way to the princess's location. His coat's tail flapped with every step as he took his wonderful time to get to his destination, a menacing grin on his face at the same time. Pestering other people was only fun if they gave him a good reaction and he felt like Luna's reactions were great. Plus, a beautiful woman showing her angry face was priceless. Think about it, a woman may spend a lot of time getting her appearance in check. Trying to look the prettiest she can and all that. Then, Akabane angers her and she reveals the other side to that pretty face even after all her hard work. Lovely, right? Well, that's what he was doing now and hopefully he'd be rewarded.

He decided to enter ten minutes after being requested by Miss Solidor. Akabane checked his digital watch before entering. Enough time to make her mad, yes? He thought it was enough but he hadn't gotten the chance to really get to know her yet. Their first meeting gave him a little idea though. When he entered the room he'd move towards the middle of the room out of habit, making sure to get a look at her oh so lovely face. "Sorry for my belated arrival, Miss Soldior." Giving excuses wasn't like Akabane so he chose not to use one.

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[Lunafreya Solidor]

She finished pampering herself, placing blaster in the folder by her waist, lightsabers in the other side. Still thinking about what her father told her to do, and although she would not hesitate to do as told, lately she found herself thinking about his intentions, to ask her to travel to such place with nothing more then her knight and two labor droids. The mission was to take her ship and go to Mythus VII where she had to take samples and collect intel on the production of technology so she would take it back to Draklory Arms.

As she was briefed in what to search, Lunafreya stayed grumpy, her father was way too cold with her, ever since she was little. He was interested in gathering molecularly bonded armor so that they could remake the art and science that once has done such wonder and use in their advantage.

“Seven hells…”, she said to herself, not long after hearing the door opening slowly. Knowing who was the one opening the damn door, Lunafreya reached out and grabbed the crystal vase at her dressing table and swinging her body, fast like a snake, to toss the vase against the half open door. Screaming like a rancor to Akabane, eyes wide open.

“Peasant! How dare you leave me here waiting for you like that?”, standing up in the chair and walking to the middle of the room, hand supported in her waist, eyebrows joined together in her forehead as she made a frown to him, looking for his hair to toes what he was wearing, almost growling at him when she spoke.

“And what in the name of Vahla are you wearing?”, herself was wearing a proper clothing to go on a proper mission, black leather with many ornaments, like it was customary for her people to wear. Elzeri fashion, style and architecture was a mixture from the Vahla, Tapani, Miraluka and Kaleesh, like their religion some might say, it was like no other in the galaxy, with that goth, steampunk like way of being. Outsiders were easily spotted, and humans that did not adapted would soon feel themselves displaced.

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[Akabane Jarvik]

Funny. The princess was very angry with him for the ten extra minutes of her time that he waisted. He couldn't help but laugh when the vase broke against the door, barely missing his face. Laughing at her wasn't the wisest decision after making such a daring move. It would only make matters worse most likely. However he grinned while standing completely still once he'd entered the room. The princess's reaction was so good that he found a small burst of happiness filling his mind. He wouldn't defend his methods and pretend they were the healthiest ways to have fun, but she made it too easy. She called him a peasant as usual and demanded he explain himself for his long awaited arrival, and even insulted his choice of attire. The woman was his boss now and he couldn't ignore her questions so he thought up an excuse.

He sighed, "If you insist... I had trouble getting around this place so that's why I took so long to get here. I'm not very good at following maps, ya see?" Akabane tried to sound convincing even though he didn't really care. "As for my suit, I assumed we were going out on a business trip." That one wasn't a lie since he honestly had no clue what they were doing. Maybe listening to his superiors wasn't a bad thing. Next time he may be able to dress appropriately. Despite having worn the wrong clothing, Akabane always carried his two lightsabers and a couple other things. Armor was not a need for him since he hated extra weight. He was skilled enough to dodge known attacks and the rest he'd just have to absorb. Being on the battlefield didn't strike fear in him but joy.

Akabane crossed his arms as he walked over to a clear wall and leaned his back against it. He sighed again, disappointed in her reaction to his attire. "Be cuter, will ya? You have the looks of a goddess and you waste em by being so cold. I'd go to meeting on time if you were." He accidentally told on himself without thinking. It was an honest complaint though. Around other nobles and her father, he understood why she acted and presented herself in such a specific way. Just the two of them however, he didn't understand why. "Nevermind. Shall we discuss today's mission?" He quickly dismissed what he'd said previously and expected the princess to as well. It was wrong of him to be the one complaining anyway.

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[Lunafreya Solidor]

As she stood there, with her perfectly painted pink silver long nails and that marvelous outfit she was wearing, Lunafreya had a frown as expression in her face while looking at the thing she called a knight. The man was, most definitely, a idiot or some more accurate alien word for it, the Hutts said ‘sleemo’ and she would not disagree in most days. Most damn days. Her other hand went all the way to her hand, grabbing all that thick and silky pale hair and tossed it to the back of her head, while muttering at him her acid words.

“Next time, may i suggest a jester outfit?”, his choice sure looked good at him. In that tight, retard, stupid and attractive body that imbecil had, one that always made her grind her teeth with a small feel of anxiety. Those looks and clever eyes had a way to make her feel desirable, or how to desire something, but that mouth, that bitter foolish mouth was something else, something that needed to be stitched with lips sealed.

His commentary on the way she acted or was, passed straight to her. She could not say anything different, or act in any other way, for this was what she was, that was all around that existed around the core of her true essence. And also a electrowhip that she was dying to grab and teach him to keep his mouth shut, by whipping his peasant arse all over her room to repaint her walls.

“As a royal knight, you should dress properly according to our ways.”, mumbling her words, Lunafreya slowly walked next to a big window, one that allowed her to watch the whole castle. Calmly she replied his commentary about what they were assigned to do in the name of the Protectorate, “Mythus VII, we shall go there and grab something. Once you a are done whining like a old human lady.”, she teased out loud, grabbing the whip from under a table and roiling it in her waist.

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[Akabane Jarvik]

She appeared to be unhappy with both how he acted and dress. The princess also suggested a different outfit for the next time he's requested. A jester outfit... so lovely. That outfit would actually suit him even though she probably said that spitefully. He gave no reply but simply smiled. The thought of wearing a jester getup was too amusing to forget. Imagine him really going into a serious battle with that thing on. Straight up hilarious. Revealing his amused face to her had to be the ultimate way to piss her off. And so he did, grinning wide and holding in a laugh to the best of his ability.

The princess explained that he should dress like a royal knight, since he was in fact one of them. He sighed. Akabane had zero care about that kind of stuff. That didn't mean he wouldn't dress nice and appropriately, because he loved to look nice. The moment when he became stubborn is when someone forced their clothing preference on him. She was his boss and he should've listened right away, but how could he have known? Actually, well, he technically would've known if he listened during the initial instructions. Her comment about him whining like an old woman might've been true in this case.

Akabane wasn't sure how to respond to anything that she said, especially after the grabbed the whip. It's like he had PTSD from the last time she showed her whip. Finally though, he just said what came to mind. "Royal Knights, eh? Sounds like a bunch of wusses if you ask me." He wasn't sure how she would handle that insult but it was what it was. Akabane spoke honestly and enjoyed every moment because of that. "You're just going to acquire something? Does little ol' me need to come along then? I'm sure you have some fancy royal knights sitting around that could help you."

[member="Princess"] Seraphina Solidor

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

As they left her apartment, Lunafreya began to walk alongside Akabane through the corridors of the Royal Chambers, as the area was called for being the residence of the royal family. Halls were stashed and filled with paintings of the old kings, tapestries of the glorious battles and statues of heroes in the legends of old like the many books from the Church of the Word said in their tales of this deeds, as they walked, the palace guards looked at them. Bowing their heads to the princess, that did not even cared to reply that with the same action, for she cared not for such formalities, Lunafreya simply went on her way, grinding her teeth every time she remembered about her ‘knight’.

It was every nobles right anoint someone to become their Espadas, the swords and shields, those that were treated as knights of the Protectorate. He dressed like a human from Corellia or Balmorra, or any of those uncivilized places around the galaxy, but this was Kaikielius and how you dressed showed where you belonged in society. “Hush now.”, she hissed with her voice, lowering her tone as they crossed the hall. “We have no time to deal with your baloney right now, we must go to the hangar and leave at once.”, the had to go to some old prison in the end of the galaxy to find what her father asked.

As they walked, Lunafreya kept thinking if Iedolas was going mad to send her to find what he needed. Did Ashelia failed in her last task? Or did her father finally began to see how useful she was? She cared not for the answer, there was only her goal in front of her. Be it human, alien, sentient or not, Lunafreya would cut it down if it stood in her path.

“If we succeed in this, honor and glory will be ours.”, she said while walking, “We are but tools that serve a purpose. Succeed and I shall grant you whatever thy peasant mind can think of.”, little would that be, the princess thought, the man had skill and potential, but he had no discipline and was lost. Lost in his mind and his heart. The princess believed she could help him with that, like he could do the same with her, that when she did not felt the desire to whip his ass for talking gibberish. Even listening to his voice had a effect on her, enough to make her close her hand into a fist, or grind her teeth and feel her heart beating up fast.

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[Akabane Jarvik]

These space elves had some interesting history painted all over their walls. Nobles weren't his cup of tea but he had to admit many of them sacrificed a lot for their people. Many though, not all. He wasn't sure yet how to judge Luna's people for he had only became her attendant recently. The way she spoke and brutishly acted towards him didn't give a great first impression. Of course any member of a royal family would look down on an outsider, or a human in this case. Still, he despised that type of upbringing. Akabane was once a member of a conisderably powerful wind clan, with his father at the forefront. He was treated almost like royalty in the sense that he had everything he wanted and needed. The only difference between him and the typical noble was his father raised a young boy to be a man, a man with enough power to defend who he wanted. Akabane had a ways to go before he could be considered perfect in all areas of known skills, but he had enough for now. Perhaps that was today's true mission - to see what he can do.

She told him to hush because of his previous voiced thoughts on the Royal Knights. He chuckled in response to her command. Akabane didn't like the thought of having to become something as silly a knight. Royalty sure had some pretty specific demands. The name was probably the only things that bothered him if he had to be honest. Wearing the armor of the faction he resided in didn't bother him too much. No, the name just sucked. The royals most likely didn't think of it that way and would consider it a capital offense, that made it all the more silly. He would've usually kept pestering her with his trash talking but he stopped himself, sighing instead.

Akabane rolled his eyes when the princess started talking about glory and honor, and how he'd be rewarded for assisting in this mission. That was so boring thinking of what you will get after a battle. Who cared since death lingered for every second breathed on the battlefield. He didn't wish to die but that's the best gift anyone could receive in life. Besides, people usually make promises and stuff before a deadly fight, right? Akabane wasn't gonna get his hopes up or say something and not deliver. Fighting was only interesting in the moment anyways. If he thought about something else in the middle of the battle and focused on the reward, he'd lose sight of the opponent. The head of his enemy was the only reward he desired at a time like that. Well, not all the time. He wasn't this psycho who enjoyed bathing in his victim's blood. Someone who deserved to die was the one who would make him go that far. In conclusion, he didn't care for glory, honor, or whatever happened afterwards on the battlefield. It'd take the fun away.

Now today probably wouldn't be a battlefield. Akabane still didn't care about that stuff though. "Impossible. It's impossible." He mumbled those words without realizing he'd said them.

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[Lunafreya Solidor]

She knew she forgot something, from the start she knew that pretty well. Suddenly turning to a dark corridor, Lunafreya walked without saying a word to Akabane all the way to the end, where a glass door awaited, opening the door with a gentle touch to reveal a huge room that reminded a green mess, like a jungle and a forest grew too close and were fighting each other for control over in that room. The Green Chamber, as called by the servants in the castle, was the room she kept most of her pets, Lunafreya was always a bored princess, that had only one hobby to pass away her time, or at least a not so dangerous one. if someone was to consider the ‘training’ she did with soldiers from the Artirisian Legion and her own private battalion. She collected animals from exotic places, herbivores and carnivores, all in one huge room, never locked in cages or leashes but free to walk around the area, they never fought against each other, they were trained and educated to respect the other. Unlike her.

By her bedside she always slept with two of the genetic altered vornskrill, Bud and Lou, she called the two. Great guard dogs they were and they never slept anywhere else. Her pack of four vornskr, one male and three females she used for hunting in the woods, but two of them were pregnant. If one walked around that chamber, one would find half a hundred different types of snakes in jars and glass cages, some sweet SnuggleSneks, docile and friendly, with a huge anakkona baby locked in a cage of reinforced glass. With Smollac and amphiastaffs everywhere in the ‘Vong’ pets area, Lunafreya kept that chamber well locked.

Last time a Maalraas got away, he killed a servant who started to scream after seeing him from the first time. It was also known the elzeri used some Vong creatures in the planet. Quednaks and Voxyns, even Amphiastaffs bred themselves among some swamps in the planet, they were common among nobles and peasants, like the huge tailring population in Stampa. Like her Aether. She kept a pack of tailrings in that room as well. Strangely, Lunafreya enjoyed spending time in there and liked to watch the tailrings flying across the sky and the ceiling.

“What is impossible?”, she inquired still not looking at him, eyes fixed on the plants, watching as one of the voxyn approached and sniffed her for a bit, growling at the human before leaving back from where it came. The princess walked to the closet, grabbing a leather shoulder and opening her to spill something that was inside a jar, whistling out loud like doing some music. Her eyes glowed for a moment noticing the black furry dragon like creature descending from the roof to her call, the creature was probably the size of a cat, adorable and with those glowing yellow eyes looking at them both. “Come, Aether. We are going for a ride.”, Lunafreya said to the sand dragon, watching as he crawled upon her shoulder and she turned her back to the chamber to go for the hangar at once. “Now we can leave.”, reaching out with her hand scratching his chin with the tip of her index finger, the elzeri princess began to walk away from the room after getting the two things she required for this mission.

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