Bad Company, I Won't Deny (Heralds of Chaos)

[Darien Cordel]

Darien was not left waiting long before Mikhail emerged. Seemingly in a foul mood ... that came as no surprise. His master had a reputation for being of a hostile disposition. He followed behind Mikhail wordlessly, that seemed like the best course of action to him after all he had no desire to lose his head. His farther friend grumbled about something all the way back to his ship. Darien thought it was a woman but he couldn't be sure.

This left ample time for Darien to mull over he feelings. He didn't follow his masters example, his feelings were better kept in his head. after all Darien was nineteen. he shouldn't desire the attention of his father, not anymore but he did. He scrunched his hands into fists his nails digging into his palms. it was all he could do to stop himself from crying. That would not serve his image well, he needed to show no weakness. He would show no weakness.

They arrived at his masters ship and he was once again ignored it was clear his master had better things to do. He sat down in the cockpit and twiddled his thumbs. He supposed he should be used to this by now. His master did eventually speak to him. after he had imputed some co-ordinates, Darien didn't even know were they were going. Never the less his eyes lit up as Mikhail span around, he was disappointed to see that Mikhail only wished to threaten him. To further add salt to his wounds Mikhail was doing this only as a favor to the elder Cordel ... it seemed everyone who spoke to Darien was doing so either to gain favor with Lord Lucien or because Lucien had asked them too. Darien understood that he was expected to answer "Yes Mr. Shorn" He responded rather enthusiastically. "I doubt My lord father would really notice if you were to break my neck ... " He mumbled to himself. That just made him feel worse, he was being pathetic.

Darien looked down at his hands again, he wondered just how much it had cost his farther to palm him off on this sith lord. he looked up after a time "Mr. Shorn ... can I ask a question ... why did you agree to let me accompany you in this en devour?"

 

[Louise]

The moment her sister's hologram cut out Evelynn relaxed her posture somewhat. I mean, don't get it twisted, she didn't melt into the biggest slouch since time began but it was a noticeable melt of form. Of course, nobody would notice due to Nemene's parting suggestion.

She observed the two Lords as they reacted to the name of Anaya Fen.

It was amusing to say the least.

Mikhail Shorn became the petulant child objecting to bath time and stormed out of the room with his quiet little friend in tow and Kaine devolved into a brooding mumble, forgetting that Evelynn indeed was still standing there. It led the girl to question:

Who was Anaya Fen?

The Silent Sister didn't keep a who's who in terms of other Sith, much preferring to keep to herself and letting Nemene do all of...whatever this was. It must have been to do with sex, had to be, but just imagine that, powerful Sith Lords left jilted and bitter simply because of sex? Evelynn had mastered the separation of genitals and feelings a long time ago. Sex was fun. Not as much fun as rampant self-mutilation but it was up there in the pleasure ranks.

As she stood there like a complete and utter sandwich a peculiar rasping sound escaped her throat. It was a giggle. This entire train of thought had filled the woman with whimsy. In that moment caught up in her Anaya theories she felt a hint of superiority. She may not have known who Anaya Fen was, but Evelynn already liked her.

Finally realising that she was still standing there, like an invisible pillock the mute Queen swanned off. To Byss they would go.

[member="Nemene Talith"], [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Mikhail Shorn"], [member="Anaya Fen"], [member="Jacen Cavill"], [member="Silva Talith"]

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

~Days Later~
~Silver Station~

Silver Station crept up in the screen before Anaya. She stood so close her breath fogged up the transparisteel, she cleared her throat and took a step back. "Sensors?" she asked without looking round.

"Nothing out of the ordinary, milady."

Of course it wasn't out of the ordinary. [member="Mikhail Shorn"] wouldn't invite her somewhere like this and put up a big neon sign saying 'TRAP, RIGHT HERE!' She clicked her tongue, thinking over what had happened the last time she had come when he had called. She had been blind, freshly recovered from her fight with Spencer. He had driven a lightsaber through her back and she had blown off his hand. A laugh escaped her and she shook her head moving away from the view port.

In another life, she might have responded to this differently, perhaps with a rude gesture and some crude words to emphasize how much she was not going to fall for it again. In this life though, Anaya knew two things for certain; the first, was that Mikhail hated her as much, if not more than she hated him; the second, was that she needed him. No one screamed 'Look at me!' more than a sith with daddy issues. Mikhail was an angry diva and he loved nothing more than flaunting it to the world and that was what she needed, eyes on him rather than her, and if the message was true, he had a few friends that could help with that.

So Anaya was here to play along in whatever little game Mikhail had in mind, while it suited her. That did not mean though, that she was going to play nicely, he had tried to kill her after all, and she had no doubts he would try to do so again. He had never quite gotten over the fact that she'd tried to kill Spencer. A mocking smile formed on her lips as she swept from the bridge and headed for the hangar where her transport was waiting.

She wondered who else he had invited to the party.

[member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Jacen Cavill"] [member="Nemene Talith"] [member="Evelynn"]

 

[Darron Wraith]

Silver Station

Clad in his black Iron Skin, armorweave body suit, the two meter tall Sith walked towards the meeting room. Mikhail's message had been short and sweet, and Cavill's reply even shorter. A simply invation to come to Byss, and play, had only been answered with "okay." To say they were close would be a lie, to say they were friends would be an even bigger fib. If there was one person who could get him to drop the Force-masking ring, glasses, suit, and richy rich bank accounts it was Mikhail fething Shorn though. Jacen could only shake his head as he remembered the man and his damned power of ballistikinesis and how that itself had nearly killed Jacen. Oh, lets not forget how he can mimic your chief power too Jacen. Again, there was the former noble of Serreno shaking his head remembering how they had both turned themselves into flying Lords of The Sith for a day.

Cavill and Shorn's flesh had healed, the surface of Corucsant was years from recovering.

Making his way into the simple room, he noted he was the first one who had arrived. Noting the presence of others in the darkness, he decided against sitting at the table. Instead, the broad expanse that was his back rested against the far wall. Thick arms crossed against barrel chest, and every muscle was visible due to the suit he was wearing. Let him call me captain colgate, he thought to himself. The insult that Shorn threw was fresh on his mind, and Jacen had to close his eyes as he looked down at the floor. Heat was building, and what he imagined doing to the man was about to be made reality without the intended target nearby. Taking a calming breath, he simply let his power reveal itself. He had no need to hide himself here, and he wasn't going to hinder his ability by trying to mask it. Many of the most dangerous people in the galaxy were about to be in one room.

Kryptus was anything but stupid, and he would become a bull in a china shop if needed.

Clad in the same attire he had worn in his duel with Mikhail, along with the same lightsaber and telekinetic gauntlet, he was sure to jog Shorn's memory. If nothing else, the large Sith Lord hoped to invite others to leave him alone or be met with their death.


Mikhail Shorn Nemene Talith Evelynn Anaya Fen Silva Talith [member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Pale eyes narrowed as Mikhail looked [member="Darien Cordel"] up and down. The kid seemed a little timid for the son of a Sith Lord. Shorn rolled his eyes. Unlike his father, Mikhail didn't find pleasure in lording it over others. Especially not some terrified teenager. Usually he would just leave them with some blunt advice and then move along with his life, but he had told Lucien he would take care of the punk and despite what people seemed to think Mikhail actually did care about his friends.

"Learning experience," Mikhail replied, waving a hand. "On the job training. Whatever you want to call it. Tag along. Watch and listen, but like I said don't get in the way. If you've got any questions ask them to me telepathically."

Mikhail stood and walked out of the cockpit and down a narrow hallway. He emerged into a spacious lounge with two couches, a table, and multiple holoscreens. Several doors lined the walls on either side. The Sorosuub yacht wasn't gigantic, but it was lavish enough for Mikhail's purposes. He pointed to a door.

"That's your room. Inside you'll find my old suit of http://starwarsrp.net/topic/1643-hydra-s-1-elite-commando-armor/]Hydra armor. It's pretty banged up, but the stuff is made of phrik. You can use it, or melt it down and make your own set. I don't care." Shorn shrugged. "If you need a lightsaber, make your own. I'm not helping you with that crap. As for Force Powers, I know telekinesis, tutaminis, force lightning, and a few other party tricks. I'm not Velok. I'm not a walking library of Sith Magic. Ask for something I know and I'll show you how to do it. If you're looking for other powers, we can hunt down a holo-whatever."

Without waiting for a reply, Mikhail stepped into his own room. The door hissed closed behind him. Shorn took in a deep breath. He was about to meet with some of the beings in the galaxy who hated him most. He hated them back. Mikhail breathed out slowly. He wasn't about to walk onto the station without being prepared. He stepped over to his cabinet and waved a hand. It slid open, revealing his new armor. Mikhail put on the iron skin first. The stuff could worn beneath pretty much anything. The stuff clung tightly to his body. He grimaced. It felt like he was wearing spandex, but at least it was blaster resistant spandex. Mikhail opened a drawer and retrieved the leviathan bracers which he'd won at an auction. He put on the gauntlets, which slid smoothly over the Iron Skin. Next, he donned the armor itself. The scales clinked as he put them on. Stygium ore bonded to akk-wolf scales gave the armor its black hue. The edges of the scales were lined with gold that shone dully in the light. He took out his beskar knife and slid it into its sheath at the small of his back.

Ordo's beskad also hung in the closet, a stout sword without any refinement made for hacking and slashing like machete, but instead of chopping through jungle vines it was made to slice through meat and tendon. Mikhail had exchanged a piece of the Obsidian Throne for that blade, but he didn't need it. Not today.

Mikhail reached out and grabbed the helmet. Made from terentatek horn and skull and then bonded with stygium ore, the helm had properties which made it resistant to telepathic attacks. Something Shorn found useful. He carried the helmet in his hand as he strode out of his room and back to the cockpit. They would be coming up on Silver Station. Sooner or later.

 

[Darien Cordel]

Darien nodded, His was glad that his farther friend was at least pretending to want him here. He followed his new teacher along the corridor. Mikhail pointed out his room and a suit of Hydra Armour. Darien nodded that Mikhail clearly had a lot of money however he seemed to have more practical uses for it. His farther believed in decadence and excess ... Mikhail clearly didn't.

"Thank ..." Darien began before Mikhail walked off. The door hissed shut and Darien sighed before returning to his own room to shower.

It was some time before he emerged. He used his time in the shower to reflect and let his sadness out ... no one would know if he did it in there. He emerged from the bathroom and stood before the wardrobe trying to decide whether the Hydra Armour was necessary in a meeting. Then he remembered that his new master had a knack for upsetting people and opted to wear the Armour, he would have his farther's melt down and reforge the Armour at a latter date but for now it would suffice. He clipped his saber onto his belt fondly recalling building it with his farther just after he finished high-school. He hadn't seen his farther in 6 months at that point and he got a month and a bit with his farther before he was shipped off again.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene stood on the bridge of her small j-type Nubian Star Yacht, her sister besides her. Both women looked rather bored with the current situation, neither of them greatly enjoyed space travel. The decision to hold this little meeting at a neutral location had pleased Nemene, she had not trusted the location of the last meeting.

Silver station was far more agreeable to the Queen of Rattatak, and thus this time she appeared in person.

The Star Yacht came onto the station quickly, a multitude of other craft already gathered around it and docked at several locations. Nemene noted the crafts and any markings they might have, trying to commit them to memory as fast as possible before ordering their pilot to dock with the station.

As always the man went about his task quickly, and in a manner of minutes Evelynn and Nemene found themselves standing before an airlock.

Nemene looked at her sister for a moment, a mother checking over a child. Evelynn had to appear a Queen, fully formed. Last time that point had not exactly come across, this time Nemene would see to it that it did. After another moment of pause the Brunette nodded, and then flipped a switch to open the docking tube.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Shorn spared a glance for @Darren Cordel as the boy came striding onto the bridge decked out in Mikhail's old, battle-scarred suit. The Thronebreaker smiled dangerously.

"Lookin' good, kid. Buckle up. It's a long ride to Silver Station."

The real reason Mikhail had told the boy to don his armor was for some good old fashioned practice. The trip took several days, during which time Mikhail put the kid through a grueling regimen of training that consisted of Darren performing lightsaber katas while Shorn occasionally blasted him with telekinesis. Mikhail was not kind in his training, but he was not cruel either. The short time they had brought him up to speed on Darren's capabilities. Enough so that when they docked with Silver Station he had a good idea of how to best utilize his new pawn. Pawn? He was starting to think like his father. Damn him.

...

Mikhail disembarked his Sorosuub star yacht, crossed through the docking port, and emerged onto Silver Station. At once, he donned his helmet. The tight fit gave him a flash of fear - Mikhail hated tight spaces - but then it was gone. A new feeling emerged. Security. The terentatek bone construction of the helmet would prevent anyone from interfering with his thoughts the way Jared Ovmar had done. He closed his eyes. That man had brought him a world of pain leaving scars Mikhail tried to forget. He breathed deeply, then jerked his head forward, indicating Darren was to follow.

Clad in the black armor inlaid with gold at the edges, Shorn presented a figure that caused the scant population of the Station to part warily before him. Shadows clung to his armor as he passed darkened corners, courtesy of the stygium polymer that made up the outer layer of his armor. In this apparel, the Sith Lord opened the door to the conference room and found Kryptus waiting for him at the other end. The sole occupant.

Shorn removed his helmet and placed it on the table, then seated himself.

"Jacen," he said, voice cool.

[member="Nemene Talith"] [member="Jacen Cavill"] [member="Anaya Fen"] [member="Evelynn Zambrano"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Louise]

Sister, please.

From the get go Evelynn was irritable, she didn't hide that all this talking bored her to tears, that the posturing and the posing impressed her as much as modern art (that is to say, not at all). However on the bright side Nemene was actually gracing the rest of the group with her presence meaning that she would be their combined voice, leaving the mute to stand there and just look regal.

The only downside would come in the form of Mikhail Shorn and his ridiculous teasing.

Then again...

Perhaps he would be far too distracted by his super best friend, the mysterious enigma known as Anaya Fen, who Evelynn was admittedly rather excited to meet. Oh, the reaction her very name garnered from great Sith Lords. A legend among the ladies to be sure. Or maybe she would be a complete dick.

As they clicked and clacked throughout the station Evelynn pondered a few of the other names that had been mentioned. Naturally Nemene had insisted that she studied their prospective comrades a touch, as to prevent her and therefore them from looking foolish. Of course, given the old bias about history books and victors she would have to see for herself.

So they arrived, flowing into the conference room and joining both [member="Jacen Cavill"] and [member="Mikhail Shorn"] in the waiting game. A curt nod of the head was all that the Silent Sister offered, we all know by now that talking wasn't exactly her forte.

[member="Nemene Talith"], [member="Anaya Fen"], [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Silva Talith"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Another ship began it's slow approach to Silver Station, an Alndys-Class exploration craft designed and manufactured by Silk Holdings, and one that Sith Lord Kaine Zambrano fancied to travel in when going long distances. It was outfitted with all the necessities, and held a crew of loyal servants to transport their Lord. However; what was inside the ship was not important right now, it was where the ship was going, and who were going to be at that location. Mikhail was truly an ambitious man, to call a meeting of infamous Sith Lords to a single place to meet and chat, although Kaine doubted very much that things would remain passive. Passions ran high between many of the participants, and he wondered how long it would take before the poodoo hit the fan.

The exploration craft slowed to a hover, and descended down onto the designated landing platform for this particular visitor, and after a moment of silence the ramp opened and out came Kaine. He was garbed in a set of black leather and cloth, a dark crimson cloak billowing out behind him as he walked. His lightsaber was fastened to the left side of his hip, as if he would come into this den of vipers without his trusted weapon. This was not home, and he couldn't rely on that certain form of safety, and thus he became overly cautious as he made his way to the meeting room. Jacen, Mikhail, Nemene, and Evelynn were already accounted for, which means that after himself there would only be a limited number of people coming to attend. One of those people would be Anaya, and Kaine already tasted bile in his mouth at the thought.

"I preferred my castle, but this works as I well, I suppose."

Kaine took his seat at the table, and nodded at Mikhail and Jacen, both whom he had known and associated with prior to this meeting. He had heard of their battle on Coruscant, and destruction they had wrought on the senate and the vicinity around it. He wondered if they would do the same to Silver Station. Kaine would just have to wait and see.

[member="Jacen Cavill"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"] [member="Nemene Talith"] [member="Evelynn Zambrano"] [member="Anaya Fen"] [member="Silva Talith"]

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

The click of her boots echoed off the walls of the long forgotten station, her fishtail skirt billowed behind her, duel lightsabers swinging lightly at her hips. A corset hugged her slender frame and a smirk was supported on her lips. She could feel them all, dark energies, most of which she recognised. Three old lovers, one descendant from her master and one she did not know. Her hand moved to touch Moridin's necklace wondering which descendant Mikhail had recruited. His aura seemed to linger within all of them.

She slowed her march as she entered the room, red eyes running over each form. "Well, isn't this a delectable collection of bad bedroom habits." she said referring to the boys. Her eyes came to rest on the Queens of Rattatak, her smirk became a wide smile. "The sisters of Rattatak. What a pleasant surprise." She offered them a small bow of her head "Your work with the Tournament was wonderful." How Mikhail had managed to recruit these two for whatever this was was beyond her understanding. Still, she was glad they were here, old bedroom habits tended to hold grudges, whereas descendants of her master seemed to have a liking for her.

"Kaine." her lips twitched "You look like shit. Its a wonder you're still breathing." She shifted her attention to Jacen and flashed him an alluring smile, though she offered no form of greeting, she would corner him later and ask him the hundred questions that ran through her mind, like where have you been hiding and what have you been doing with yourself, instead she moved towards his armoured form a tatooed hand running across his armoured chest before she finally came round to stand in front of Mikhail.

"Mikhail, my sweet, hows your hand?"

[member="Jacen Cavill"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"] [member="Nemene Talith"] [member="Evelynn Zambrano"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Darien Cordel]

Darien at first did as he was bid and sat down then it occurred to him that he was in fact supposed to be training, the katana that was thrown at him helped this dramatic realisation. Over the coming days he trained hard. Mikhail's regime may not have been cruel but it was a shock to Darien, his farther had very little contact with him and his teachers never dared use such aggressive tactics when training him. None the less over the coming days he built on his existing knowledge of Makashi and improved his mental defences.


When they arrived at the station Darien simply followed behind Mikhail and remained silent, perhaps he believed that the dangerous people he was about to meet would overlook him.the people of the station shied away. He was used to commoners falling to their knees , perhaps they only do that for farther he thought to himself as he walked behind his master.

The tension and hostility between Mikhail and the man he called Jacen, it didn't take a gifted force user to see the pair were hostile. Darien just stayed out of the way. Soon other equally intimidating people arrived, none seemed particularly interested in him and that suited Darien fine. He soon realised how cowardly he was being what would farther think. So he put on a brave face but did little else beside that opting instead to watch and learn

 

[Lord Ghoul]

The Thronebreaker idly tapped the top of his helmet as it rested on the table, waiting for the others to arrive. He nodded to Kaine. Evelynn entered. He gave her a quick not unpleasant wink. Its interpretation was up in the air. As for Nemene. Well. He ignored her. That seemed the best way to piss her off. The fact that he had been unable to find a suitably reliably way to press her buttons was a little aggravating. He was the guy that walked into the room, insulted everyone with devastating comments, and then provided little in the way of helpful input. Usually. First he was organizing gatherings, now he was deprived of witty put downs. It was enough to drive one mad.

Just then, [member="Anaya Fen"] entered. Mikhail regarded her idly. He hadn't forgotten her attempt on Spencer's life. Nor the attempt on his. Of all those in the room he hated her most. Jacen was a close second. That hatred flickered in his eyes, but he didn't feel a burning desire to rip her throat out. All in due time. He smiled with obvious disingenuousness and not a little venom.

"It twinges when there's trash around." He stared at her pointedly. "Still taking one night stands personally?"

[member="Nemene Talith"] [member="Evelynn Zambrano"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Jacen Cavill"] [member="Darien Cordel"]

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya clutched her heart and put on a wounded face. "Oh, sweetness, you wound me. I thought we made a connection."

She dropped her hands from her heart, and patted his face with a chuckle. "You and I both know I'm under your skin. After all, I got the girl you could never have...twice. Maybe, if you're lucky, I'll share with you one day."

[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"Just sit down," Mikhail growled. If she was talking about Spencer - he hadn't known - was she serious? Too many questions and entirely the wrong place. His eyes narrowed, promising murder.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

There it was, that precious moment where she pushed all the right buttons and won the battle. Triumph glittering in her eyes Anaya, inclined her head and slid into a seat, eyes settling on [member="Nemene Talith"], she offered the woman a wink.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene smiled slightly at Anaya when she first appeared, she had heard a lot about the woman but never met her. A graceful bow of her head was offered in respect, and then the banter with Mikhail began. That made her smile even more, the man-child being put into place amused Nemene to no end, and she found herself letting a little giggle escape, entirely too amused by the situation and Mikhail's reaction to the Lethan.

When Anaya winked at her Nemene simply smiled, returning the gesture with a satisfied smirk.

She looked to Evelynn, amusement flowing through the bond between them. Perhaps Anaya had been a very good suggestion after all, she seemed to put the two males off quite a bit, and that could be used to many an advantage. She regarded the sitting Twi'lek, and replied to her earlier comment. “I thank you, the tournament helped us learn a great many things.”

With a smirk she gracefully moved over to the table, sitting herself down and crossing her legs with liquid smoothness. This would be an interesting meeting.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"I'd say so," Shorn said in response to Nemene's remark, smirking a smirk to end all smirks.

Then he turned and looked at all the occupants. "Alright, now that we're all here and we've all had our reintroductions and promises of vengeance, let's get down to business. Some of you know why we're here. Some don't. Let me lay it out for you. There are a lot of Sith in the galaxy. Most of them are morons. There are a bunch of idiots parading around as Dark Lords. This group is here to obliterate them and anyone else who stands in our way. I'm not going to assume that any of your are high minded idealists devoted to anarchy. You've each got your own motives and plan on using this group to your own advantage. That's fine. Let's put the priority on destroying our common enemies, otherwise this group will have the lifespan of a bantha in the middle of a pack of vornskrs. Got it?"

[member="Nemene Talith"] [member="Evelynn Zambrano"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Jacen Cavill"] [member="Darien Cordel"] [member="Anaya Fen"]

 

[Cerusia Shamalain]

Silent, wordless, the last to join the group was a woman clad in steely-black robes and armor and reeking quite profoundly of the presence of a one, Darth Moridin. Sable had not, in whole, been terribly enthused to attend this meeting. Nameless though she was within this gathering, it mattered little to her. The Dreadlady was not here to play Who's The Grander Sith? or take pot-shots for fun. She was here for one thing only -

- to understand every potential enemy better.

During her tutelage under the late Emperor and Dreadlord, she'd learned a great deal of things, and though she possessed the entire contents of his mind in a treasure trove of covetable knowledge, the practicality of knowing his secrets and the functionality of putting them to use were still rather unpracticed. Moridin had, after all, been a nosy man if for no other reason than to learn things.

Sable could respect that.

Her entrance was not heralded by the sound of heels or the overwhelming presence of her Force powers. As a matter of fact, where it any other room and these any other people, it was quite likely she might've gone completely unnoticed, and that would have been just fine. Regardless, she was here, and she chose not to take a seat while the man of the hour gave his opening speech. Sable observed and listened, boots planted shoulder width apart, Truesword sheathed beneath her robes at her hip, hands folded lightly at her back, eyes straying momentarily across the faces of Nemene and Evelynn before landing upon Mikhail and remaining there, quite unflinching.

 

[Darron Wraith]

Cavill simply nodded the Shorn, and the two stared each other for a time. More Sith entered the room, and he barely paid any of them attention. A few awkward greetings passed, and in the next few minutes it was simply Anaya and Mikhail trading barbs. That familiar burning feeling began to come forth from the back of his eyes as he grew annoyed with the waste of his time. Looking around, he made sure to squint to keep himself from letting loose the blast that would start a fight that the poor space station couldn't handle. More time passed, and the plan was finally revealed. A smile crossed his face as he came to sit at the table finally, laughter lacing his words.

"Thank goodness we came here to destroy the impostors, I had feared this was a meeting of everyone the Twi'lek has laid with."

Nemene Talith @Mikhail Shorn Anaya Fen Evelynn Zambrano Darth Vornskr