Ax'no
Mystical Caprine

Not too far from Briga Tiin’s rambling, cliff-side estate on Iktotch, she and her entourage were preparing for a guest. Lately the Caprine mystic had been traveling, and in just a couple of weeks, had seen more of the universe than her fellow species would see during their entire life, if at all. Nubia, Dosuun, Thracior – the Priestess had done business on all of them, learning what she could about the Sith and subtly planting the idea that there was another religion of which to take note in the galaxy.
Now she had a plan on how to further the Caprine cause in the most literal sense. Population growth. Goddess Ax’no does not falter on this particular tenant, she thought. One cannot have a bountiful harvest, without a healthy spread of seeds across the land.
But the Caprine themselves were too whimsical and flighty for any sort of aggressive breeding program, as much as they enjoyed hedonistic pursuits. Furthermore, with the Council of Elders relaxing on the rules between inter-species breeding, the pure Caprine line was getting even more muddy and mixed up.
Briga had invited two slavers with whom she’d been put in contact with for a business venture that only they may be able to invest in. If [member="Crix Meriet"] and [member="Eliron Raoul Arwood"] liked her idea, there was much to be gained for their own interests. Sometimes thought of as farcical in the Iktotchi press (yes, she had her cruel detractors that called her the "Horny Goat Goddess"), she was, at least, a quick learner. Crime Lords did everything to serve their own interest. Like a cancer spreading, as long as it furthered the mutation, anything was a viable opportunity. Even the far-fetched idea that had come to Briga in a nighttime vision, one of the strongest she’d had in months. It didn’t matter that it was fueled by wine and amorous attention from Baraz. It had been a bed-quaking hallucination which jolted her up as though an earthquake had rumbled across Iktotch.
Praise Ax’no, she thought as she and her horned Adepts lit hundreds of candles. She’d invited the slavers to the most ancient of the Caprine ruins, revered by most of her species who would come to pray and meditate. Inside, it was as if Briga had made it her own palatial estate, complete with wine caskets, wildflower garlands and festive lanterns. There was even a crystal, blue swimming pool.

If anything I’ve made these grounds more hallow, she thought of her attempt at renovation. Dressed in black and white robes, horns covered by hoods, zealots and Force practicioners alike would line the entrance way to the ruins, displaying to her guests, that Priestess Tiin had a small following. She appeared to have no military, but the few dozen loyalists spoke for the persuasiveness of what she preached: that Ax’no had returned, and she was living among them, ready to bring the Caprine into a glorious new age.