Ain't No Place For No Hero [ TSE Dominion of Tion ]

[Jairus Starvald]

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For years the Tion Cluster was occupied by the Silver Jedi Order.

They enforced flawed morality and flawed values on one of the foremost hotsprings of Imperialism within the Outer Rim. Tionese ways and Tionese laws. But now the Silvers have fled their old holdings and left their client-worlds... abandoned. In its stead a new force is rising. The League of Voss. Extremist Jedi, disgruntled soldiers, politicians without cause except for a singular goal: deny the Sith Empire everything.

Ensure that they cannot expand and become even stronger.

But now the Sith Empire has come to the Tion Cluster. Invited. Delegates of the foremost Tionese families and business beings have gathered on one of the moons of Tion, awaiting a delegation from the Sith to hammer down a treaty that will begin the long process of joining forces together.

In the meantime there is much to do.

The Cluster is on edge, at the brink of chaos, until these accords are signed and the status quo has been reaffirmed. Now is the time for the Empire to show what they can mean for the Tionese. A mandate has been granted by worlds of Tion and Rudrig, an allowance for the Sith to assist with matters. If these go well, then there is a far better chance that the rest of the Tion Cluster will follow without trouble.

If not?

Blood will flow.

OBJECTIVES

1. Tion: The southern ocean of Tion has recently been plagued with disappearing ships. People speak of monsters, beasts of the deep, hunting and preying on the shipping lanes that make up the lifeblood of the world. Investigate these rumors, figure out what is happening and solve the problem.
2. Tion: On the same moon that hosts the accords meeting a recent explosion has left the outer district on the brink of anarchy. Assist the Whiteguard in maintaining order, bring relief to the wounded and investigate the source of the explosion.
3. Rudrig: Crime has sprung up in the capital of Rudrig. People left murdered in the streets, even more disappearing. The Saaraishash believes a slaver ring is operating within the city. Destroy them.
4. Rudrig: The University of Rudrig is in a state of disrepair after years of neglect. Cooperate with the Imperial Engineering Corps and renovate it back to its former glory.

 

[Arage Bao]

Progress was a tricky thing in Alec Sienar's experience.

More often than not the majority was against it. They held strong, firm to their convictions and ignored the realities springing up around them without regard for their desires. When their beliefs are challenged... they will grow violent, because they made their beliefs part of their identity.

It was a pity.

But luckily most of the Tion Cluster saw the logic in his arguments.

Yes, the Silver Jedi Order were gone now and good riddance. They had brought nothing but stifling morality, broken treaties and overbearing moral superiority to this part of space, but a new Empire was rising in the Outer Rim. The Sith Empire and they were a force to be reckoned with. Alec wasn't a fan of the Sith per se, but he had fought for them during the old Empire's days, one of the many Tionese signing up for glory, riches and fame.

The Sith... they were beasts of extremes.

On the one hand? You had butchers and mindless fools, but on the other hand? You had the brightest and strongest mind in the Galaxy.

Those who would not allow themselves to be trapped by something as simple as morality or as depressing as a lack of institutional will. It was for this reason that Alec had brokered the first steps into a treaty between the Cluster and the Empire. Sovereignty was important to the Tionese, that was something the Silvers had never truly understood.

But the Empire did.

As long as taxes were paid, as long as the Dark Lord was seen as the rightful ruler, as long as the Whiteguard of the Tion Cluster would rise in defense of the Empire?

They would be allowed to operate according to Tionese Laws and Tionese ways. Or so the treaty read.

Alec Sienar had gathered together with some of the most prominent nobility and business beings of the Cluster on one of the moons of Tion. Expanded spaceport, industrialized to nether and back, it was the perfect place for this final meeting between them and the Sith representatives.

The Dark Lord himself would attend.

That was all that Sienar needed to know about how serious they took this. He waited patiently on the roof of the administrative building owned by Santhe-Sienar, this is where the meeting would take place... it immediately underlined the importance of his role in this entire endeavor.

What could go wrong?

[member="Darth Carnifex"]​

 

[Amaliya Darrena]

Blue Squadron's TIE's shrieked as they patrolled over the oceans, on the south side of the planet Tion. Evidently, the world had a bit of a disappearing ship problem. Vessels would vanish, and the locals of course blamed monsters. Commander Syrena Colsin did not believe in monsters. She worked with Sith, and they did far more monstrous things than any beast could, in her view. Pirates were far more likely. And Colsin despised pirates.

Twelve fighters, moving through the air. The pilots of Blue Squadron were of the same view as her, though Blue Seven was unnerved by what he had heard from the locals. He muttered and told the other pilots legends of the monsters of the sea from his home during the briefing that morning. It had the other pilots on edge.

Colsin's eyes roamed the surface of the water, looking for any anomalies. Believe in monsters she may not, but her orders were to investigate the water. And Commander Colsin always followed her orders to the letter. Her hands were tight on the controls, and she began to grind her teeth. She had to be ready. Ready to go, ready to fly, ready to fight. Be it monster or pirate.

 

[Elijah Beckett]

Location: Tion - Outer District
Objective: Investigate the Explosion

It had been too long since the Amaran had been amongst the Sith, and even longer since he had freedom to do what he wanted.

The last time he had been amongst them was during the time of the One Sith, where his former master effectively had him on a leash. His pet, one of several that he could dispatch to do his bidding while he remained in the comfort of his home reaping all the benefits.

He had been lazy, and that was ultimately what resulted in his death. Vihaan had taken it upon himself to lead a revolt, convincing the other servants to join his side in usurping their master. Ultimately though, they all perished and died in the process.

A number of which were by Vihaan's hand. They had simply been a means to achieve his goal, which at the time had been freeing himself amongst the chaos that was the One Sith's fall. Hardly anyone was going to bat an eye at some two-bit Lord who kept himself lazy and isolated from the rest.

Now he was back in the galaxy, at least publically. Vihaan had kept himself in the shadows watching, his interest peaked when he saw the rising SIth Empire grow even stronger. He feared a repeat of history, but his investigations had proven otherwise - at least for now.

And while he was hesitant to make his presence known again, he was also putting himself in a place to be noticed. Word floating about was the fact an important meeting was going down on Tion, amongst the chaos and tension that was running rampant across the Cluster. Now someone had blown something up, drawing attention to the Outer District that was now a hotbed for violence.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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The Tion Cluster
Second Moon of Tion

Power flowed in concentric circles.

Establish a foothold in the Outer Rim, and you would be perfectly poised to strike at the Core.

By fleeing deeper into the Mid Rim, the Silver Jedi had unwittingly delivered the entire Tingel Arm to the Sith on a platter. Dozens of star systems were left to fend for themselves, and while many opted to retain their independence and try to survive against the unruly pirate hordes that now had free reign in the region -- there were plenty of others who realized that to do so meant the destruction of their lives as they knew them. So they reached out to the only remaining power in the region, the Sith Empire, pleading for clemency and declaring their loyalty should the Empire come and extend its protection over their worlds.

But there was one system that came to the Empire not to grovel for mercy, but to fulfil an age-old alliance that had withstood the test of time. The Tion Hegemony had always been pro-Imperialist, and were once the center of trade and production when the Old Empire was at its height. After its fall they had to quiet their sympathies as the Republic, and later the Silver Jedi, moved in to occupy former Imperial space. Now that the Jedi were gone, they were free to openly re-declare their loyalties once again.

And the Empire was more than happy to meet them to discuss terms of a protectorate alliance.

It would be the Emperor himself, along with a select entourage of advisors and diplomats, who would be meeting with [member="Alec Sienar"] on the Second Moon of Tion to initiate preliminary discussions among the noblemen and women of the Tion Hegemony. The Crestfallen burst through the dense smog-laden clouds blanketing the moon's sky, and swung around the city's skyline before settling down on a platform adjacent to the administrative building that would serve as their meeting locale.

The boarding ramp descended and the Sith Emperor emerged, his muscular form swaddled in a heavy crimson cloak and black armor. His hood was drawn back to reveal his angular features, and his harrowing sulfuric eyes shone like brilliant gemstones in a sea of utter blackness.

He was eager to begin.

[member="Josephine Lorraine"]​

 

[Josephine Lorraine]

Josephine of the House Lorraine was aboard the shuttle of the Dark Lord, [member="Darth Carnifex"], himself. The honor was not lost on her, but she did not allow it to show. One of the most important features of politics and diplomacy was a good sabacc face, and Josephine was quite good at sabacc. On the way over, she did not pester her Lord with questions, or gush over him with admiration. She simply studied her datapad with the treaty so far. It would be her first meeting with the Tionese leaders, and she did not wish to give a bad impression. Impressions were important, almost of the first and most high of priorities.

To give a good impression, she had tapped into her families considerable fortunes, and had clothes made specially for this meeting. Garments of the finest silk, red and black, the colors of her Empire. Every crease, every slight ruffle in the perfect and smooth surface of those garments was planned down to a science. After all, to these people, she was not Josephine of the House Lorraine. No, she was the Sith Empire. A representative. Not only did she have the Tionese to impress, but her Lord, as well. This presented a fine opportunity to move up in the ranks of the Empire. After all, ambition was a guiding principle of the Sith, was it not?

As the shuttle came down to their destination, Josephine stood, adjusting her garments one last time. Everything had to be perfect. The Talravani was here to cut a deal, but she would not forget that the Empire was in the powerful position. She would not bow and scrape before the Tionese in this dealing.

She followed the Dark Lord down the ramp, to where [member="Alec Sienar"] awaited them. Her face was twisted into a pleasant and warm smile, and cold blue eyes examined the people before them. It was customary for the host to greet first, so she did not speak. Yet. If the Tionese expected a diplomat they could simply roll over, they would be sorely disappointed when it was her turn to negotiate. Josephine of the House Lorraine did not make bad deals, and she did not get cheated.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

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The Tion Cluster
​Capital City, Rudrig

​In the capital city of Rudrig chaos reigned. The government had lost control to such a degree bodies lay from murders days before decomposing in the streets. Doors sat ajar from homes where the inhabitants had mysteriously disappeared. Stil 'no one saw anything' and investigators too disappeared when they stepped in. All the while scum of the underworld grew rich and bolder by the day, these so called slavers taking the larger, nicer empty homes for themselves. When no one dared to oppose them and they knew it themselves, it was time for them to reign supreme. After all who could possibly stop them? The government wasn't equipped to handle this infestation. Who would?

But this was the day the Sith Empire came to the Tion Hegemony.

Over the world of Rudrig the Darr Itah-Class Grand Battlecruiser Hammer of Bastion ​hovered surrounded by a task force of ships. Deep within their expansive hangars a swarm of transports and fighters dropped down to the capital city the scream of TIE fighters brought slavers and civilians alike out into the streets to see these newly arriving ships, a mixture of hope and apprehension filled the air from both. But when the doors of these transports swung open and soldiers marched out shock quickly filled the crowds of these overseers. They would find an unstoppable legion of monsters in their view.

They were the Blackblade Guard; Chosen of the Butcher-King [member="Darth Carnifex"].

Everywhere these infamous warriors went death and destruction followed. They were often seen by even those within the Sith Empire as an ill omen, that something very bad was on the horizon. Blackblades often waded into the thick of battle leading the charge against very dangerous foes. The presence of these butchers could also mean a world was marked for annihilation. These were the warriors who by their master's wills exterminated entire populations. They led the charge on countless worlds that burned them black. But today Rudrig would not burn.

Then he came.

A dark figure clad in dark armor a hood pulled over his head only the molten eyes of hatred were visible from within its darkness. The Shadow Hand had come. Darth Prazutis walked at the head of one of many columns of troopers landing on the surface, his eyes glued to the mongrels who blocked their path brandishing weapons, they pushed forward someone who he guessed was the talker they'd elected, he didn't care. When the man went to speak he found his own throat closed, while the Destroyer gave the order across the entire legion. "Kill every single identified slaver. Wipe them all out in the Emperor's name."

A storm suddenly erupted around him. The entire Blackblade Legion began to open fire across the length of the staging area catching these overseers by surprise with weapons meant for heavy war. These soldiers cut them down like dogs begging and pleading for mercy. Those who offered up riches and treasures for their lives found these emotionless butchers would simply drive barrels into their faces burning large holes from where their faces once were. They were cold and cruel, ruthless and relentless.

They were the Angels of Death.

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[guest.224]

Location: Tion
Objective: Investigate the reports of missing ships within the Southern Ocean


Analytical was he in his approach to the unknown. He, once considered neutral to the dominating factions of the galaxy, now seduced by an ancient and powerful machine of nature, dark, wonderful and thought to be limitless. To understand something, one had to bask in all its aspects, responsibilities and duties, lest the one-sided greed consume, engulf - and overwhelm. Vahliath had yet to reach out at an opportunity to show his passion and determination to a faction he now considered to be part of him - in more ways than one. Until now. Now, the grand mechanism of the Sith Empire required the assistance of its associates, regardless of their rank, experience and knowledge. The grand machine of the Sith Empire called out to its kin of the Force, and Vahliath wasn't above sitting this one out because it seemed like something the military could handle. If he was to be part of something great, he needed to associate himself, and assist the faction as best as possible. Display passion for a faction he vowed to show loyalty to. Through that passion, the Force would see him free.

Vahliath was quick to make his way to the shipping lanes, on board a relic of the old world, life revitalised in a machine by new-era technology: a HMP: Predator craft. On board, just two passengers: Vahliath - and a modified Magnaguard of the old world. Together, they pursued leads through the shipping lane, stopping at pit stops to gain intelligence on the reports others claimed were genuine fact. To believe everything you heard, though, was a lie; however, Vahliath was highly open-minded, provided by a life of science that put that major impact on his mindset. Beings spoke of beasts. Beasts of unknown potential, said to claim ships in a single engulfment, pulling them down to the depths to become one with the seabed's weeds. As Vahliath continued to pursue information, this rumour of monsters of the deep seemed to be repetitive among those he questioned, claiming they were unstoppable. Nothing was above the ability to kill, in this universe; everything was subjected to death and decay before being pulled into the netherworld of the Force. Vahliath took every lead as serious as the next, until eventually, he came to hear the same rumour all too often.

So he did something daring.

Suicidal? No. Vahliath wasn't one to openly lay his life out for claim. He thought ten steps ahead - always. It was why he so confidently flew his ship over the Southern Ocean, listening to the various broadcasts transmitted through the radio on his cockpit from other Sith Empire allies and kin alike. Amidst flying, something hummed in the depths. Something strange - unknown. It was being picked up by his radio as a frequency, almost attuned to it. It was uncommon, fluctuating its differential broadcast beyond what was expected to come from another craft. Maybe it wasn't a craft at all. Maybe -just maybe - it was beasts of the deep, seduced by the iron-like scent of metal wafting through the air above. Things of the unknown would soon come to expose themselves to the foreign craft. . . and show how true those stories came to be.

 

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[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Rudrig
Objective: Establish the University as a bastion of Sith-Imperial academia

As he shuttle descended towards Rudrig, she reviewed the reports already being sent to her from the Imperial Engineering Corps. The renovations were well underway, repairing the neglect inflicted on this sacred place of knowledge and learning that had been perpetuated under the Silvers. The student population, and their teachers, were far more of interest to the Lady of Secrets. Under the Silver Jedi, Force Sensitive students had been pulled from attendance and recruited into their ranks. The Lady of Secrets had been sent to find how much of this was done out of loyalty to the Jedi, if any such loyalty still existed... or if it had been done against their wills.

"Approaching the landing pad, my Lady," her pilot commed back.

Excellent, she thought. She was very curious what the Provost of the University had to say, and was very eager to interact with the student body and leadership.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Josephine Lorraine"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"]

The shuttle settled down and out came the Sith delegates.

It still surprised him that the Dark Lord himself had chosen to appear here, even when he had been made aware of this fact beforehand. An honor, yes, and perhaps it was an effort to show the Tionese people that they were taken seriously as a people. Rather than have them deal with some diplomat or the other. Once they had stepped off the ramp and settled down on the concrete of the floor, Alec made a short bow.

Respect without groveling.

It was important to show strength- not just for the Sith, but also for the other nobility and business beings of the Cluster. They trusted Alec to lead this, because they knew he would not simply roll over on this ground.

"My Lord Carnifex, it is an honor." Then an inclination of the head towards the woman next to him. "My Lady." The woman was Lorraine, not a major player, but according to the information received she had plenty of experience in negotiations. She would not be steamrolled.

"Shall we go inside? We have readied the conference room for this meeting."

 

[Sasha Santhe]

The quixotic nature of Sasha Santhe had lead her out of retirement and to this place to meet with the ever stygian [member="Darth Carnifex"]. As far as Sith goes he wasn’t the most depressing but certainly tried to make up for this fact by being ‘extreme’. Indeed the living corpse was always first to head some new massacre.

Tion had been through some times. Under the previous Sith Empire they had prospered, their industry being used to great effect. Within the context of the old regime Sasha had personally prospered being the apprentice to the Sith Empress and CEO of a rather corporation which she had recently allowed her erstwhile cousin [member="Alec Sienar"] to manage. Then there was a chaotic period where wolves were kept at bay by the secret cabal of sith and businessmen, this of course led to their ‘liberation’ by the Silver Jedi. The Jedi on a whole had been poor to Tion having signed and then violated a treaty. The truth was they were a perfidious breed whose souls were puss filled with lies and deceit. It was a sad state of affairs when you could trust the word of a sith more than you could a Jedi. Then again, Sasha herself had trained in their ways.

Saddling up next to Alec Sasha leaned in and whispered, “no need to be nervous. Clearly the Dark Lord just came for me.” He was attracted to her after all. Always had been since their first meeting. The overt sexual tension had been so much that in his utter frustration he’d even struck her, a poor little girl, to relieve himself. It made sense, sex and violence went together, especially in the mind of a man like Kaine.

Truth of this didn’t actually matter to Sasha. “He had a thing for me little cousin,” she booped Alec on the nose and smiled at him with a wink. “Afterall who doesn’t? I had to avoid media recorders all the way to the spaceport. Could I have used the private hangar at my manor? Of course. But then the people wouldn’t get to see me, and I’d hate to deny them that little treat no?”

She fluttered her eyelashes at Alec before looking at the Dark Lords shuttle landing. She was sure that among the various bodyguards and bulky, terrifying sith he was sure to bring there would be at least one of the staid diplomats that always came to these encounters. Sasha deemed it imperative that she would get that man or woman drunk. Not for any political advantage, just because it would be fun. A devious smile came over her face and she proceeded to wave a little innocuous wave wiggling her fingers.

“Over here,” she called as if she were picking up tourists at a starport. Looking at [member="Josephine Lorraine"] she knew she had acquired her target.

 

[Dante Sotari]

Location: Central Tion Museum of Art
Objective: We're off the clock
[member="Morgan Vance"]

Tion wasn't like some of their other assignments. There was actual 'leave' offered here, the set up surprisingly relaxed with no one- at least in their particular slice of things- shooting at anyone.

It was kind of a nice change of pace.

Not that Dante really trusted it. But then, that was one of Dante's problems wasn't it?

She and Morgan were strolling through the wide colonnade that circled the main court yard of the Museum. This particular area was home to a long (loooooong) line of portraits, going back generations, of various Tionese nobility. Why they thought that was the right thing to flank their cafe with (Dante could smell some sort of chocolate pastry from here and it was making her mouth water), she had no idea, but while they waited for a table it was as good a chance as any to meander and take a look.

Hands shoved in her jacket pockets, slouching slightly, Dante looked up at one in particular.

"Looks like my ma," she said with a snort. "Has the 'I'm not gonna give you a centimeter,' look down pat."

It was rare for Dante to talk about anything that wasn't current or at the very least inconsequential. She didn't talk about her family usually, where she came from. Certainly not anything about who she'd worked for before the Empire.

But sometimes, just sometimes, she'd slip up when she wasn't too busy getting in her own way to be almost a normal human being.

 

[Kenth Typho]

Location: Central Tion Museum of Art
Objective: We're off the clock
[member="Dante Sotari"]

She had asked him along this time around.

Morgan hadn't been expecting that, more often than not it had been him having to make the bridge. But he accepted it as easily as he did with all her other eccentricities and baggage. Maybe that was why they... 'they' worked as well as they did. Both professionally as well as otherwise. Challenging, yes. But gratifying at the rare moments when things weren't so karked up.

This... was surprisingly boring.

But Dan seemed to like it, so he put on his interested face and looked at every painting they passed. At least the ones she paused at. "Huh." Once Morgan settled down next to the painting he started to frown.

Looking to Dante, to the painting, twice.

"Huh. Looks kinda like you too-" Tracing a line with his finger in the air. "See that little frown she makes?"

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Location: Rudrig
Objective: Murder the Murderers (destroy the slaver ring)

Arriving to the capital of Rudrig, the Lady of Madness sought out the security bureau's main office; those responsible, and failing, to protect the citizens of the city. Before she could strike a crippling blow to those reportedly enslaving the future citizens of the Sith Empire, she needed to obtain and research all the information available. Those already taken, possibly lost forever, could be helping in a way they and their captors would never know. All things have a pattern, one just needed to take time to piece the puzzle together.​

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Stepping through the doors of Rudrig's Security Bureau, all eyes fell on the image of the Sith Lord. There were those among the Sith that took great strides to conceal their appearance, hiding the nature of corruption the Dark Side reflected on those that have fell far beyond the depths of redemption. There were those among the Sith that wore their corruption like a badge of honour, and then there were those like Lady Venefica who took even greater strides to promote her loyalty to the Force alignment she chose, respectively.​

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"I'm here on behalf of the Dark Lord and the Sith Empire to investigate the disappearances of our citizens....and to put a halt to this belief of a slaver ring."​

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A young looking woman stood from her desk, pointing to a closed door.​

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"You should speak to Inspector Moore. He is currently handling the investigation."​

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"Handling the investigation? Poorly...I would say."​

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Entering the Inspector's office, Darth Venefica gestured for the robust, aging man to remain seated.​

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"I am Darth Venefica...Lord of the Sith...and I believe you are expecting me?"​

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Double post.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The Tion Cluster
Second Moon of Tion

This was unexpected.

The presence of Alec Sienar was as intended, he was to serve as the prime negotiator on behalf of the Tion Hegemony during the discussions. What wasn't intended was the appearance of Sasha Santhe alongside him, an old ally of Kaine from the days of the Old Empire and a temporary flame that had burnt out as quickly as it sparked to life.

He returned Alec's short bow with one of his own, "The pleasure is mine, Lord Sienar. I was present during the glory days of the Old Empire, where the Tion Cluster and the Sith worked hand-in-hand to advance the progress of technology. With the Silver Jedi removed from the nearby systems, that progress can continue unhindered once again." Kaine's blazing eyes swept over to glare at Sasha though he said nothing to the woman, letting his mildly agitated expression speak for him.

The Emperor would allow Sienar to lead him on to the conference room, and would motion for his entourage to follow after.

[member="Alec Sienar"] | [member="Sasha Santhe"] | [member="Josephine Lorraine"]​

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Sasha Santhe"] | [member="Josephine Lorraine"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"]


Sasha's sudden entry into the meeting had come as a surprise to Alec.

Not an unpleasant one by any means, but something that had to be taken into account. She was... She wasn't an idiot, not at all. She was Santhe-Sienar after all and that meant something. The best education money could buy and enough personal talent to finish the road. But she was... Sasha Santhe and she was volatile at the best of days.

But there was a use for her, just as every member of the Santhe-Sienar family (up to and including Alec himself) had a specific use.

No matter what... the family came first.

It was the only way to remain as powerful as they were. "Oh, yes, I am sure he simply adores you, cousin Sasha." The retort came absentmindedly, though Alec did blink at the tap on his nose. That was... equally unexpected.

Moments later the courtesy was out of the way.

The fact that the Dark Lord was ignoring Sasha did not escape his notice. Odd, he had been led to understand these two had been allies before her retirement. This made things even more complicated, because he had been hoping Santhe could serve as the breaker of ice here.

No such luck. "Agreed, my Lord. Tionese Laws and Tionese Ways... They have no room for meddling Jedi and morally righteous sycophants." The fact that the Silvers had broken the treaty between them when it suited them? Only added insult to the injury. With another nod they wandered back into the building and soon reached the conference room.

A large table spacious enough for all the delegates, another table at the side filled with food and drinks for refreshments.

"If you or yours are in need of refreshments, please do not hesitate, of course." He indicated their chairs and soon followed to settle down himself across them.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Location: Rudrig
Objective: Murder the Murderers (destroy the slaver ring)

Whilst she studied the reports, Inspector Moore repeatedly walked back and forth behind her. Sighing, she looked up from the reports, feeling slightly annoyed.​

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"Must you walk behind me?"​

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"Forgive me. I'm nervous."​

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"Nervous.....get your anxiety under control. I'm not your friend....or saviour...but here to help. So sit.....please....unless you wish to experience how I deal with my nervousness?"​

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Taking a seat, the Inspector stared at the Sith.​

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"What is it now?"​

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"You seem to wear the guise of installing fear upon your face."​

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Looking up with a smile, Darth Venefica shook her head.​

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"It's not my appearance that installs fear.....it's what I can do. Do you wish to taste my power?"​

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"No."​

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"Then stop annoying me whilst I study."​

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Finishing the last of the reports, she stuck a dirty nail on the file; looking up at the Inspector.​

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"Found what I was looking for, Inspector. Gather your men.....today the citizens will see you as a hero."​