Blood and Wine (Dominion Tier 2 Dom of Serenno and Kushiban)

[Cedric Grayson]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vt5Mxm7BPhM​

The shuttle settled upon Kushiban with a quiet huff. The vessel itself had come alone, though a small escort detachment lingered in the orbit above. Some had said that this world was worth little to the Dominion as a whole, but that was not entirely true. It hosted great swathes of untouched land that could serve as a home for the thousands of refugees the Dominion was struggling to house. That, and the Kushiban clans, of what few were organized into any semblance of a governing body, had called upon members of the Jedi Order for assistance. The Silvers and their kin were busy with matters that better concerned them - the Dominion was not.

Darius drew his coat about himself as he stepped down from the loading ramp. The scent of fresh air filled his nostrils as his boots sunk into the fertile soil. Kushiban was a yet untainted world, one of few in the galaxy, and Darius took a moment to relish it. The force was very much alive here, and it promised the peace of nature rather than the cacophony of civilization. There would be little here to bring him trouble.

"Get the ship settled, then you can join us." Darius had said to young [member="Arken Lussk"]. In truth, he wished to make sure the situation was safe before carrying on. With the knight errant came the Archlord himself, [member="Veiere Arenais"], and the yet untrusted @Abraxas. Tensions yet remained between Darius and the defector, and he wished to assuage them as best he could. Taking the former Sith Lord to a peaceful world such as this was the first step.

Elsewhere, officials of the Dominion traveled to the world of Serenno. The planet was no stranger to the Dominion, having dealt with Ession and its leadership many times in the past. Bringing it into the senate's fold had been more a question of time than possibility. Representatives of the senate would meet with the nobility's leadership and iron out the final agreement, while veterans of the conflict on Mirial would socialize with the greater nobility as a whole.

Serenno, however, was not Darius' concern. He turned to await the other two, his arms folding about his chest as he took in the flora all around him. "Can't believe it's so untouched after everything that's happened in this corner of the galaxy," Darius mused aloud.

 

[Darth Eversor]

"This would have been too easy a target for the Sith, it would have been child's play." Quipped the former Sith, his azure cloak wrapped around him, sniper rifle slung over his shoulder. Such a weapon was a new favorite for the defector, a modular thing that could suit his needs in any situation or terrain. But typically, his lightsabre was his bread and butter. Taking in the scenery of the flora and the vast, fresh landscape was surreal. Such imagery was not typical for Abraxas, he was more used to darkness, gloom, and industrial progress.

"Admittedly, this is a pleasant change. Despite our odds, I must thank you for showing me something beyond the carnage, Jedi."

Abraxas walked forward and passed [member="Darius Sedaire"], taking in the scenery a bit more, feeling the sun on his face from behind his helmet. Perhaps a real change was coming along, and one for the better.

[member="Arken Lussk"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Veiere had heard about this world yet never had the need to visit it up until now, it was more or less isolated from the rest of the galaxy due to a lack of technology that much reminded him of Pzob and [member="Eddak Manod"]'s people. Here the only real threats were the Xinkra of which his datapad displayed very little information about. Some three meter predators that the Kushiban feared, much like most other species native to the world. If the wild life were to be their only concern, more specifically, one species of said life, then the Jedi had a good chance of partaking in a venture far more peaceful than most. "'Tis rare, I agree..." He muttered in response as his eyes crossed the wealth of nature around them, the foliage of greens and browns seemed to merge with the earth and without the iinterferenceof society, life was at it's most beautiful state, lush and ever present in the flow of the Force. If only more worlds were this way...

Though he stood at the seat of power within The Dominion, this was one of many ventures that he would take on under the banner of the new formation of Jedi within the rising government and military power. Veiere knew well the realities of the galaxy, @Abaxas at his side being a present reminder that not all force users shared in the same paths. If there were to be a war in this region of space, there was a high chance that it would come from the new emergence of Sith, those alike the one that had interrupted his meeting with [member="Lady Kay"], some months ago.

Glancing back to [member="Abraxas"] as he spoke to [member="Darius Sedaire"], Veiere remained quiet though not out of distaste. It was an unusual time for the Dominion yet this was not the first that he had partaken in the company of the Sith. Before him, Cyril Grayson had been of the Sith himself, unraveling within the lure of the Darkside while yearning for some sort of balance between the two. Even his holocron had voiced the belief that he had achieved this, but to Veiere's mind he still questioned much; there were questions of Cyril's own that plagued his mind and Veiere had watched his old friend suffer under them.

Appreciating the gift of life in it's most basic form as nature, was a thing most took for granted these days, yet life always found a way and in that, there was a subtle lesson to stop and take the time to listen to the living world around them. Not all things ought to be achieved through aggression and violence.

 

[Cedric Grayson]

2/20

The village they were supposed to meet with the elders of the Kushiban clans at was a few miles away. The elders had asked that they park their vessel far from the village, as the ship's engines would have frightened the livestock. Darius, of course, had agreed. A bit of a walk was not going to do anyone any harm, and he suspected it could only do good for [member="Abraxas"]. Green eyes fell upon his old nemesis; upon the creature he had slain alongside Master Sedaire during his apprenticeship within the NJO. This Abraxas was not the same one as before, but Darius was having trouble at figuring out why that was.

What had changed?

"I figured you might like it out here. You're always so broody with that helmet and all. Makes a man worry." Darius offered the former Sith Lord an easy smile, one that felt ever warmer in the light of the afternoon sun. There was a certain peace to simply wandering through the woods at midday. It reminded Darius of his childhood, though he could not recall any sort of forests on Sullust.

Odd, that.

"I wanted to see it all too. I've gotten a little tired of the cities, and the fighting," his smile faltered for but a moment. "You can only do it for so long. Eventually it all just...well, I guess it crumbles really. Out here, it's just us, the trees, and the force. That's how I want it to be someday. This is the kind of place that I want to retire," the knight errant held his arms up wipe, and utterly failed to stifle the yawn that followed.

"And what about you, mister archlord?" Darius quirked a blonde brow, "Where you from?" Green eyes flickered over to Abraxas. "Or you? I know surprisingly little about the man I helped to murder. It's making me feel a little guilty," the Jedi Knight snickered.

[member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Abraxas"]

 

[WolfMortum]

2/20

"Svivren..."

Veiere responded simply, glancing back at [member="Darius Sedaire"] and [member="Abraxas"]; his history with the planet was wide-spread though presently his focus rested in the complete opposite side of the known galaxy. "Over three decades spent within the enclave there, the Galactic Republic back then hadn't yet become so unstable. The Sith hit the planet before we would see that travesty come to life", and Veiere had committed atrocities against the remaining Sith that had struggled to escape the retaliation, there Veiere had let himself go to his passions, enveloped in anger, it would later justify his passiveness around those of the Sith Empire. Though it might sound contradictory had he reveal his history, he too understood the way of war, the way in which you could change during such ferocity, and the way that the Darkside of the Force could manipulate those into becoming something much darker. Call it guilt for his past, but Veiere had come to learn to give others a chance before jumping straight into a conflict with someone, even those of the Sith. The Darkside fed upon ones darker passions, fueled the corruption within the mind and heart of it's host unlike the light of which the Jedi had taught him to abstain from abusing too much without proper necessity. It wasn't something he'd readily try to justify to others, he barely understood where his path had led him to this day, still that ability to have an open mind around people had earned him the loyalty of Cyril, his brother standing on the opposing side of the conflict between the light and the dark. It was a valued friendship and one that Veiere had been inspired by, in order to watch over the Dominion and too the mans son, [member="Cedric Grayson"], of whom would one day take the mantle as was his birth right.

"I spent some time in exile from there, roughly twelve years before coming into the employ Senator Larr, now Queen of Commenor...", Lady Kay had been the second person to try to pull him away from his exile, the other was Theodred Heavenshield of whom Veiere had come to respect greatly, that too would hopefully be a boon to the Dominion when the time came to open diplomatic channels with the Silver Jedi Order. "I spent some time with the Republic in it's final days trying to re-establish the Order there in it's more traditional ways, the damage however was already done and my attention went to Commenor who now supplies Ession in steady trade...-Strange how things have come about. I'd not have picked this to be my fate in the will of the Force..." Veiere smiled faintly, it was the briefest way of explaining himself with as fewer details as possible. They hadn't asked his life story but the insight might go a way to seeing the former Jedi before them, rather than the position of Archlord in place of the integrity of the man.

 

[Darth Eversor]

2/20

it was hard to listen and accept the passive nature the Jedi was offering. Abraxas tried not to care as much, but there was a tug from an unseen, foreign presence. Was it the Light finally prying into the former Sith? Doubtful, more of a rationality finally taking root in his mind. There was little Abraxas could do to offer conversation in relation to the topic, for he wasn't necessarily born anywhere. He was created and learned of death on a couple occasions; one from the very Jedi that spoke to him, and the other a betrayal that so naively began as a trust with another Sith.

It was quite daft of Abraxas, but for the pursuit of power, one would be willing to give anything and everything to see it done. The defector held his silence for a moment or two before finally responding. "I've experienced life in different ways. I've seen the galaxy at its worst, and I've half-way climbed up a ladder and then fell back into a cesspool only to fester into something worse."

Continuing to walk on, still slightly awestruck by the beauty of something so simple - the planet that was Kushiban.

Abraxas stopped and exhaled deeply. "I wasn't born anywhere in particular, Jedi. I was created from the very genetic material of someone - or something, rather. A man both feared and slandered by just about every tongue among the core worlds and outer rims." The former Sith turned to face both Jedi. "His name is Darth Carnifex."

Abraxas turned his back again, staring into the horizon. "I know you don't think much of me even still. But I can only afford to move forward."

[member="Darius Sedaire"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[Alyson Halle]

1/20

Sereno was a aristocratic world, not too much from Alysons home planet of Merides, it had a lot of political intrigue surrounding 6 large noble families which were among the riches people in the galaxy. The public opinion towards annexation by the dominion was rather positive, people wanted a sense of stability in an unstable galaxy, and they saw the dominion as being able to provide that. The dominion had dispatched a few representatives to the capital to attend a very important Gala.

This Gala would be used to cement the relationship between The Dominion and Sereno, and it was rather important that the Dominion make a relatively good impression on these people, even though that success was almost guaranteed at this point, but it would be ideal if they could convince these on the fence nobles of the dominions worthiness.

The Ball would take place at a theater in the capital city of Carrannia, almost all of the major players on Serenno would be attending, and the Dominion representatives were to arrive together out of one luxury craft, the Ball was rather formal, full dress was required in all respects. Allyson hated that, she felt little comfort in dresses and other proper dress wear but she had learned to deal with it as these balls were rather frequent back hom. The dress was produced by Merides' finest tailors, and while it looked rather nice, it was still rather not to Allyson's tastes.

The vehicle parked at the theater to let out the dominion reps, the entrance was on the ground floor and but the party was on the top floor, so they would need to ride an elevator to get to the top. The entrance had a red carpet leading from the street to a large extravagent fountain with a gold statue in the center which released water in a steady stream. The edge of the fountain was surrounded by a red carpet which met on the other end and lead straight to the door.

Upstairs there was a formal dance floor, seating for foods and an open bar, which was rather strange for these kind of events, but it was there if it were needed.

Allyson was helped out of the vehicle by some concierges whose sole purpose was to escort people out of their vehicles, she got out of teh vehicle before waiting for the rest of the Dominon party to get out.

 

[Cedric Grayson]

3/20

It would be a lie to say that Darius had ever heard of the world. The Jedi Knight had been born...well, somewhere. That much was truly beyond him, but he had been raised in the southern side of the galaxy. The galactic republic, for all its infamy, had been before his time. Darius' lips parted in an understanding smile as Veiere continued - the corner of his lips perking upward as he mentioned the [member="Lady Kay"]. Rumors were abound of the two sharing relations that extended beyond simple politics, but now did not seem the time to ask such things.

"A Corellian Jedi raised me until I was about sixteen. After that I taught myself; served with a few different teachers within the NJO before I left. Things got a lot simpler after that," Darius found himself staring out at the canopy above. Shafts of light poked through many of the leaves, casting the trio in thin amber rays of illumination. Darius found himself squinting at it, though his expression was one of an almost childish pleasure.

"Endor, that's what it reminds me of!" He half-exclaimed, evidently rather pleased at making sense of his unexplained nostalgia. The knight-errant fell silent as Abraxas explained himself, his brow furrowing as the former Sith continued onward. "Carnifex," the name rolled off of Darius' tongue as if he were talking about some kind of exotic fruit. "I've heard of him. One of the crazy Sith, brought about more than a few massacres in the name of the force." Darius winced.

And then a gloved hand fell upon Abraxas' shoulder. "But your stock doesn't define you. Just your choices. My blood-father is the man that ruined Mandalore, and my padawan's father was once the Sith Emperor [member="Darth Arcis"]. We all have to walk our own paths; try to be our own men. Try to be better than our fathers." The fingers squeezed and retracted. The forest ahead gave away to a large open field filled with farm animals and the flitting forms of Kushiban going about their days' work. A number of small hutts stood in the center of the village, the largest standing in the center. It was perhaps tall enough for a larger human - the village had clearly not been designed for non-Kushiban in mind.

Darius cracked a wide grin as they came to the edge of the treeline. "I've never seen a farm like this," he admitted, "It's so small. Almost kinda cute," the Jedi snickered as the clouds above parted and the golden light of Kushiban's sun warmed the clearing. "You two ready to talk politics?"

[member="Abraxas"], [member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[Shorarri]

Shorarri fingered his ceremonial sash for the fifth time. He was slowly twiddling away at a string that had come loose. He exited his speeder with the rest of his compatriots. He walked the red carpet and rounded the golden fountain. The world and its riches awed Shorarri. He had never seen such beautiful architecture. He went into the large building and entered the elevator taking it all the way to the top. As Shorarri exited the elevator and entered the ball room he noticed the music almost stopped. All eyes seemed to dart to him and his Dominion escort. It was like they had never seen a Wookiee before! Shorarri once again began to nervously finger his sash and made his way to a nearby seat. It was filled with the few humans who hadn't stopped to stare at him. They were busy starring into near empty glasses and drinking from large bottles. Shorarri atempted to make conversation with one of the nobles and they merely stared at him in horror as they finally noticed the large beast that had sat next to them. The Bar tender merely shook his head and offered Shorarri a glass of the red liquid. "Fine wine bud, you'll need it," The man said as he handed the glass to the Wookiee. Shorarri drank it in one gulp and the Bar tender's eyes grew a little larger. "Sorry should've got you somethin a little more accomadatin to your kind," He said as he reached beneath the bar and pulled out a large bottle. Shorarri took a sip and discovered the liquid burned greatly. IT was terrible, but as he drank more the stares around him seemed to become a little less harsh. At least to Shorarri.

 

[Grace Darkson]

Post 1

Stepping out of the frankly luxurious speeder that had carried them here, Grace gave a small smile as she smoothed her cocktail dress. Their hosts really had spared no expense. You had to love nobles and their extravagance. She knew this would be fun. While no ball she had ever been to was this posh, she could tell that the rest of the group, if nothing else would be entertaining. The wookie, [member="Shorarri"], who she figured would be an interesting sight to the nobles, seemed rather impressed by the architecture. Beautiful stuff, with the gilded fountain's waters reflecting the garden's walls. She couldn't tell if [member="Alyson Halle"] was nervous or excited, but she didn't want to test her mind. After all, best to leave her to her privacy.

"Well, let's go meet the nobles."

 

[WolfMortum]

3/20

[member="Abraxas"]'s mention of the Sith Lord Darth Carnifex raised a few questions of Veiere's own, he wondered what sort of associates Abraxas had within the Sith Empire, whether the resurgent empire or the new Ascendancy. Carnifex may have been mentioned by Cyril's holocron, in relation to Kay's capture some time ago now. "I don't suppose you're familiar with a Darth Prazutis or a Lord Tirdarius in your history with the Sith..." He spared Abraxas something of a conscious glance, clearly this mans history remained somewhat sore still yet any information that Veiere could gather over the perpetrator of Kay's descent would later enable him to strike back in the future. It was not what he was taught, yet with the galaxy in the shape that it was and the hit taken to Veiere's personal life, his emotions well invested in the life of Kay Larr, his need to hit back was greater than his fondness for a broken Order. Sure, it could be argued that they hoped to re-establish some semblance of the old Order, yet the crimes were too large against Kay and he himself, for Veiere to claim to be a man so righteous that he could let that go. "Both have proved to have some part in manipulating the politics around the world of Commenor, now a colony world of the Dominion's".

The Kushiban farm would soon come into view, regardless of whether Abraxas chose to respond to him in detail or otherwise, they arrived at the first sign of sentient life on the world. Nothing of the scene screamed of society in any recent comparison yet again the simplistic nature of the world came as a fresh reminder in how pleasant a world could be without the mass pollution of technologies both vehicular and industrial. "This world seems to have more to gain from our involvement than we do from there's though should Eol Sha not live up to expectations for your Enclave, Darius, perhaps this might be a pleasant replacement".

[member="Darius Sedaire"]

 

[Bartic Myth'rand]

Post 1/20

Bartic was here for two reasons, and neither of them was his diplomatic tact, his position as director of the Dominion Security Bureau meant he was able to look and see who was going to cause trouble for the dominion in the future, the second reason was the label the government gave him, as one of the heroes of Atrisia the diplomats thought that by adding a few of the heroes into the party they could woo the leaders on Serenno. So here he was, dressed in a suit made of armourweave with his holdout, currently set on stun, up his sleeve in case anything went wrong.

Bartic stepped out of the speeder with the rest of the Dominion party, his annoyance was palpable as he had work to do and babysitting the rest of the group, as he walked down the red carpet his mind wandered to the massive list of communiques he had to deal with, something equally unpleasant but far simpler, looking up he could see the Interrogator off in the distance, it did give him a boost of confidence that if need he could have backup in the form of assault squads or covert agents.

[member="Alyson Halle"] | [member="Grace Darkson"] | [member="Shorarri"]

 

[Shorarri]

Shorarri finished the bottle of liquor in a few large gulps. The bar tender stared at him in disbelief. Shorarri wiped his lips and turned to face the man once more. The bar tender regarded the Wookiee with a challenging stare "Alright, let's see how you handle this!" He withdrew another bottle from beneath the bar and sat it on the counter. Shorarri took it with a happy grin. He uncorked the bottle and drank it greedily. After he finished he began to feel a faint buzz. Like swimming. The Bar tender stared with his mouth gaping. He withdrew three bottles and a large bowl. He poured all the bottles into the bowl and mixed them together with a small spoon. "Drink this!" He cried to the wookiee who had now attracted a small crowd of people. The Wookiee took the bowl and downed it greedily. [More please!] Shorarri roared happily.

[member="Bartic Myth'rand"]
[member="Grace Darkson"]
[member="Alyson Halle"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

3/20

"Lord Prazutis is Darth Carnifex's uncle. As for Tirdarius, I couldn't care less for the man. Mind you that being Sith doesn't allow one to inherit the ideology of another. Even now, they're as divided as ever." Abraxas could detect a hint of judgement from [member="Veiere Arenais"], feeling his aura shift through the Force as he had explained some minute details. Though there honestly wasn't much detail to begin with. After what was just said, the summary would still be one of gory triumphs and horrors stacked upon atrocities. Many of which were the fault of the defector.

The former Sith looked upon [member="Darius Sedaire"] and gave a curt nod, falling into a trance of thought. This was the farthest he had come in years, and it even took a couple of different incarnations; however, this one was more permanent. Without the obscurity of his suit nor helmet, Abraxas would appear young; something quite deceiving compared to his strength within the Force. This body needed to be strong and resilient, and through the power of Sith alchemy and its foul unnatural effects, such was made material.

"I was the one doing the slaying and dripping blood unto earth, they sat and bickered. Rarely even placed a finger on their blades."

Abraxas was sure now that this was the right path. He even felt something akin to being grateful for his newfound Jedi allies.

 

[Alyson Halle]

2/20

The courtyard was rather pretty, it showed just how rich the people they were dealing with were, they were among the most powerful people in the galaxy, and disappointing them would be extremely difficult. However, Alyson found dealing with nobles back home to be highly pretentious and boring, and by the looks of things, things would be orders of magnitude more pretentious than back home. She walked up to [member="Grace Darkson"], who wanted to get right to buisness as it seemed.

"I agree, we should probably get to buisness." She said.

She moved around the fountain into the fancy glass doors. Up the high speed elevator, and into the ball floor. The ball was extremely fancy, everyone spoke like pretentious stuck up nobles, just like she was used to back home. This made her rather depressed that she would have to be dealing with these people, she much preferred the people back in the dominion, from her experience they were grounded, down to earth people that understood how their people thought and how they wanted government to be run.

She spoke around with the nobles for an hour or so, trying her best to remain focused at the task at hand, but it became more and more difficult as time went on, to the point where she just couldnt handle it anymore. It just became so monotonous and boring that she couldnt hold herself any longer. She slipped away quietly to the bar, taking up a seat near the crowd the wookie had gathered. A second bartender rolled up asking what she wanted.

"Give me a brandy, preferably high proof"

[member="Bartic Myth'rand"]

[member="Grace Darkson"]

[member="Shorarri"]

 

[Grace Darkson]

Post 2

It was a rather boring ride to the gala's main floor, but it was less time to think about first impressions. She wasn't sure she enjoyed the idea of talking to nobles. Highborn pricks who had life handed to them on a silver platter. She'd seen enough of that. Still, as they entered, she smiled, and greeted before finding herself a place to watch from the sidelines. She smiled at the Empress, Studying the woman throughout the night as the Vahla hid along one of the walls, sipping from some wine. Alderaanian, by the taste. Odd. She's have figured they'd serve a Hapan wine, or even a local one. Maybe it was another way of showing off. As she watched, the mighty empress of Meredies succumbed to the bar, rushing for a drink. Downing the rest of her glass, Grace pushed off of the wall and headed for the bar herself, resting next to [member="Alyson Halle"]. "Hapan red wine, if you have it." The bartender flashed a smile, hiding the fact he seemed insulted that she had dared surmise they didn't have a drink. "So, your majesty," She turned to address the other dominion representative. "Are you enjoying the night so far?"

 

[Cedric Grayson]

4/20

Darius listened with honest curiosity as the former Sith spoke of his peers. The Jedi Knight had not dealt with many of the Sith that called themselves lords as of late. Most of his past experience with their ilk came from Sith now long dead, or those that had thrown their lot in with the Dominion. The ones that [member="Abraxas"] spoke of were still the enemy in every sense of the word, and they seemed rather boring all things considered. "Yes, well, you should try to keep that blade stowed when you can from now on. You accomplish a lot more with words than you do a sword," Darius gestured down to the lightsaber hanging from his hip. "Though a lightsaber is rather helpful at times."

The knight errant's arms folded behind the small of his back. "You're right about this world Master Arenais, but we aren't here as Dominion officials. We're here as Jedi. Well, as two Jedi and their rather spiky friend," Darius gestured toward Abraxas. "Add a few skulls and he'd be perfect." The knight errant barked a friendly laugh, one that rumbled in the center of his chest. Without another word, he opted to forge onward.

A handful of young Kushiban tumbled out of the village to meet the trio. They were clad in very simple garments and all seemed to carry the wide-eyed wonder of childhood. They spoke to one another in hushed tones, their language foreign to Darius. After a few moments of private conversation, the largest of the Kushiban children waved for the group to follow.

The village itself was a homely place. The local Kushiban meandered about in tiny hordes. The market bustled about at the trio's ankles, and Kushiban children poked and prodded at their boots. The group of Kushiban they followed led them to the center tent.

"It's like a holo-film," Darius snickered. "The city of the little people. You wouldn't want to put a sword to this place now, would you Abraxas? They're too friendly." The Jedi was nothing but good cheer today. He strode into the tent first, a warm smile upon his face. A gathering of twelve elderly Kushiban sat around a fire, and all turned to greet the three. The oldest of them rose from his chair and waved a paw.

"Good evening, master Jedi!" The elder's maw twisted in an animalistic smile. "Come, sit! My girls have woven chairs large enough for the three of you. We have much to speak of -- how was your trip?"

[member="Abraxas"], [member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[WolfMortum]

4/20

For whatever ideologies the Sith held to justify their actions against other peoples, Veiere's intentions weren't to judge the people they were but rather the specific crime against the Commenori people that he had witnessed. The Sith, very much like the Jedi Order held their reasons for doing the things that they did, survival and prosperity of their people though their methods differed in hostility and diplomacy, the two Orders were both guilty of acts against each other, forced or aggravated. The Jedi themselves couldn't claim to be innocent, even when taking to war for the defense of others, it still remained to be the better of two evils in Veiere's opinion. Good and bad was simply that, a matter of opinions either agreed to or cast off. The Jedi believed they were right in combating the Sith, many believing that their fight should be focused against the Darkside for the betterment of society. This, Veiere believed to be a mistake, as balance in the force could not be maintained whilst those of both sides were constantly trying to kill one another, and yet the Sith too were responsible for much of the unrest as they appeared (and this was the key word from Veiere's experiences alone), to believe that mercy and diplomacy may make them seem weak, constantly rivaling potential threats out of fear of being toppled, they brought the fight as eagerly as the Jedi Order had been ready to combat against it. Thus, the importance behind Veiere's position in The Dominion...

Ession was the beginning, the first statement made and yet the Enclave now being established on the world of Eol Sha, a re-established Jedi enclave would hopefully rise up with the clarity of virtue that they might tolerate a Sith embassy within the Dominion too. This didn't require those of opposing sides to befriend one another, yet to acknowledge that one side cannot be without the other. To learn from one another and to unite for the common cause of peace, not as a weakness but as a necessity for both peoples, both infrastructures seeking to grow. To many this was a pipe dream and the optimism required to follow it through was almost too far out of Veiere's reach, yet the Dominion had come this far and by all means, thus far they seemed to be moving in the right direction.

"At some time, in the near future I would very much like to learn more around this Darth Prazutis, specifically his whereabouts and those he associates with..." Veiere responded to [member="Abraxas"], his voice quietening as they continued to approach the near farmstead. The young Kushiban waved them in closer, to which the three of them followed and Veiere's eyes traveled among the locals, far smaller people than they, it seemed they were being led to the elders of their village. [member="Darius Sedaire"] apparently already known to them, Veiere smiled in greeting though otherwise let the soon to be leader over the enclave of the Jedi on Eol Sha, to lead the way for the three of them.

 

[Alyson Halle]

3/20

Alyson noticed as her friend [member="Grace Darkson"] approached, getting a wine. Seemed like most of the party was drinking at this point besides [member="Bartic Myth'rand"]. This night might become rather interesting rather quickly, as Alyoson intended to drink until she lost most motor function and passed out in a tree or something, She had no interest in dealing with any of these pretentious nobles any longer, she did it enough at home, she had no interest in doing it here.

"To be quite honest, no, i deal with pretentious nobles too much back home, i have little interest in doing it here, since i can tell that you seem to dislike it too, i suggest we drink the night away" She said

This night would be rather interesting she could tell.

[member="Grace Darkson"]

[member="Shorarri"]

[member="Bartic Myth'rand"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

4/20

The former Sith simply kept to himself, greatly uncomfortable in such a situation and with the treatment he was receiving. All of it was so foreign, so strange compared to the cold, apathetic nature of the Sith that Abraxas progressed alongside. War was his home, death became familiar company; however, this place bustled with life and cutesy lifeforms that couldn't harm a fly. The very thought of the Sith causing strife among this planet and its inhabitants sparked a small flame of anger within the defector.

It was now that he saw the error of his ways in a new light, finally a new perspective was beginning to grow from the ashes of his grim mindset. Perhaps everything Abraxas knew about the Jedi was wrong, and that not all of them were liars and a pestilence. But it was probably best for the defector to keep that sentiment to himself.

Abraxas looked to [member="Darius Sedaire"], then to the Kushiban that was eager for the company of the three. Abiding by the kindhearted nature and humoring the fact that these creatures had labored themselves to welcome the Jedi, and former murderer.

His gaze finally flickering over to [member="Veiere Arenais"], giving him a subtle nod in reference to his desire to know more about the infamous Lord Prazutis. Quite a coward, if Abraxas ever knew one.