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

[Bartic Myth'rand]

Post 2/20

Tonight was going to a long night, the wookie [member="Shorarri"] was already getting absolutely smashed, that damn feral worlder was getting into the high alcohol brandy, and the force user was being snobby about her wine. Bartic needed a drink.

​"Bartender, get me a lager, something local."

As quick as he asked the man returned with a pint of the ale, Bartic took a drink, it was tart but there was a nice sweet after taste, it was a good contrast to the bitter taste of this evening. He wandered off a little bit and found a second bar farther down the wall, this time serving a number of smokables, Bartic picked up a large cigar, high quality and pleasantly scented, he light it and headed back towards the Dominion group.

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

 

[Shorarri]

The Bar tender left his post for all but a moment. He entered a nearby storage closet and came back out with a dusty bottle that seemed very old. He pointed an accusatory finger at Shorarri "This, this is a two thousand year old bottle of Tarisian ale! If this doesn't get you drunk off your ass, nothing will!" The Bar tender set the bottle down with a victorious thud. Shorarri roared at the man [Challenge accepted!] He broke the top of the bottle off on the bar counter and many of the people in the crowd jumped. He lifted the bottle high in the air and poured the bottle's contents into his mouth. The liquor burned like the fire of a thousand suns, but still Shorarri drank. He downed the bottle in three seconds, but it felt like hours to the Wookiee. He spun round and stood from his chair. He lifted his arms in victory and let out a loud roar. The crowd applauded his effort and when they realized the game was done they went back to their own actions. As the crowd dissipated Shorarri began to see double, then tripple and finally fours. [By... The.. Force..] Shorarri growled quietly. "That'll be the ale Wookiee!" The bartender said smugly.

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

 

[Cedric Grayson]

5/20

"Well, I'm sure Abraxas can indulge you after we've spoken with the Kushiban." Darius noted to Veiere. The knight gave the archlord a slight nod and turned his attentions to the elder, whom had busied himself with sparking a pipe. The kushiban took in a long drag, and began passing it around the circle. "Our trip was fortunately uneventful, great elder. Wonderfully boring, you might say." The knight continued, taking the pipe as it was passed to him graciously.

Darius drew in a long puff himself, the smoke filling his sinuses and making his head swirl. It was some kind of local herb, and a particularly strong one at that. "I can't tell you how pleased we were when we heard that you wanted to join our Dominion great elder. There are many threats in the galaxy, and I think I speak for all of us when I say that we'd rather leave this world untouched by them." Darius said with a smile as he did his best to get the taste of the smoke from his mouth. Already his mind was feeling a bit off.

The elder bobbed his furry head. "Yes, yes, we've been interested for some time now. Our world has had its own host of problems you see. At times we get raiders, and at other times we get miners. They defile our lands, and they destroy our soil. They pollute our waters with toxins, and they even take our children off-world to gods know where. It is horrible!" The elder shook his head, "But that is why we have called upon you. The Jedi are well known to my people. Hearing that another sect has been born on our borders -- well, we could not just ignore you!"

The elder waved his paw at the trio. "Ah, but enough about us. Whom are these two you've brought with you mister Sedaire?" The Kushiban lofted a furry brow.

Darius gestured to either of his companions. "Archlord Veiere Arenais and Abraxas. Colleagues of mine."

The elder flashed that toothy grin of his. "Good to meet you both! Are you also Jedi?" The Kushiban looked distinctly at Abraxas. "You look a bit intimidating for one. Might scare my girls!" The Kushiban elder erupted into good-hearted laughter, as did the majority of the other elders. "Oh, but I kid. I would to know much about the both of you. Mister Sedaire and I have already been acquainted on past visits."

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

 

[Grace Darkson]

Post 3

Already, with maybe an hour into the night, [member="Alyson Halle"] wanted to drink it all away. She smiled, a playful grin dancing on her face as she took another sip. "You just want to drink it away already?" A little laugh escaped her, and she shook her head. "The night is young! There's so much more to be done!" She motioned with her hands to the crowd, acting as if they were interesting or even worth talking to. "Besides, we're supposed to be the face of the dominion. No getting into fistfights with nobles." Shaking her head, she turned her back to the bar, leaning on it with her elbows propped up on the wooden counter top. Yellow-tinted eyes scanned the crowd, and a grin crossed her. "Although... I kinda feel like giving some noble a reason to join the Dominion."

 

[Darth Eversor]

5/20

Abraxas looked to the elderly Kushiban, silent at first and heavily introverted. But it was time for the silence to be broken, as uncomfortable as it may make the creatures. "I am no Jedi. I come from a culture that would, on typical occasion, like to see their heads placed upon sticks and their bodies for far worse. You see, elder, I was once Sith. I do not expect much understanding - rather, I'd much rather expect a form of disgust. We do not all walk the same paths, and the Force guides us all into division where war is bred and malice is wielded."

As the pipe was passed around, the former Sith sighed and raised his right hand from beneath his azure, battle-torn cloak, tapping the side of his helmet as it collapsed and folded to the sides, revealing a platinum blonde head of hair and a pair of dull, ember eyes. Abraxas blinked a couple times before returning his gaze to meet the rest of the room with confidence as he inhaled smoke from the pipe, exhaling a large plume.

It was indeed quite a strong herb, one which made the defector furrow his brow and shake his head subtly. "But such times are being put behind myself, and my newfound allies. A greater goal is in mind, and as for the Sith, they will meet their debt for what they've caused in due time."

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

 

[WolfMortum]

5/20

Veiere smiled in greeting to the elder of the Kushiban, "Regent over The Dominion" he corrected the smaller creatures assumption that he was among the Jedi. For all that Veiere thought and acted as such, he hadn't held onto the title for quite some time now having seen just how far they'd fallen in the southern part of the galaxy. "It's a pleasure to meet with you all" he added, his tone warm and inviting, not seeking to distract from the nature of their visit.

"I have been trained as a Jedi, yet my focus these days is on the safe keeping of our people and seeking to offer the same shelter to others who might find worth in it", glancing to his left as he sat beside the other two, he sought to gauge the reactions of his colleagues before continuing to add, "We have a great deal to offer the galaxy. In many places, basic needs are rarely met and all peoples deserve security in their living...-Regardless of their cultural background" Veiere glanced back to [member="Abraxas"] specifically of whom spoke rather strongly given the diplomatic standing between the Kushiban, prospective future citizens under the Dominion's banner, had they only receive the appropriate encouragement. Hoping to make the most of the indifference between them, Veiere chuckled quietly and turned back to the elders of the village, "In this, we dare not hold one people above another. We've all come from pasts most often varied from our peers, we've no prejudice towards those that look to align with us for whatever their reasons, be it trade or the safety of a government that cares for the needs of the people...".

It was a bit of a sales pitch that he was making though [member="Darius Sedaire"] had pointed out the direction that Veiere was coming from, earlier before their arrival to the farmstead, though he sought to remind Veiere that they were here as Jedi, Veiere's priorities dictated the need for a warm image over the Dominion as a whole. Too few were in the position to see the intentions behind the rising power, most presuming that it would be another war-band to come about like the many others that had risen and fell, in the past.

 

[Shorarri]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K0siYUjV9UM[/media]​

[SIZE=11pt]Shorarri head was swimming, he was utterly smashed. He began to fiddle with his sash once more. The loose string began to frustrate him and he tugged on it violently. The sash came apart and Shorarri held it limply in his hand. [Woops] He said. The bartender merely shook his head. Shorarri stood from his seat and walked over to where the band was playing a beautiful symphony. Shorarri liked the music, but thought he knew a song that the locals would like better. One from his own homeworld. He got atop the stage and the band played on despite the large distraction. Shorarri walked to the lead lute man and yanked the instrument from him. Shorarri began to play the beginning to an old hymn his mother used to sing to him. As the song went on Shorarri began to sing. "RAAARRRR OWOOOORRRR GRAAAAHHHHH ARRROOWWOOOWOOO," It was truly beautiful. Shorarri was reminded of his homeworld and a tear began to form in his eye. He sang all his sadness into his song and sang the night away.[/SIZE]

 

[Cedric Grayson]

6/20

A quiet sigh fell Darius' lips as Veiere spoke his peace. It was not that he wished the archlord would renounce is title and abscond to the order, nor was it that he wished Veiere would hide his true station. No, he had only wished that Master Arenais would embrace the order once again, though in all truth that would probably take time. As Darius peered at his new friend, he decided that work with Veiere would need to be slow, just as it was with Abraxas. One had lost faith, and the other had never had any to begin with.

"Well, you're not one anymore are you?" The elder asked of Abraxas, his easy smile never fading. "If you grow, then you can repent for whatever you did. If I held a grudge against everyone that did something I did not agree with in this village -- well, I'd have run everyone out by now!" The Kushiban waved his paws about with dramatic flair. The other elders barked with laughter at the display. "And, ah, the regent eh? I heard your king was just a boy. Makes sense," the elder slapped Veiere on the wrist in a friendly gesture. "I'm K'varon by the way. The other clan leaders have agreed to make me their speaker."

K'varon stumbled back down into his tiny chair. "Now, before we make anything set in stone, what are you fine young men looking to put on our world? A spaceport? A fort? Jedi home?" The Kushiban's ears perked up as he continued. "We can hash it all out. Got plenty of land to spare for your refugees too, just...well, as long as they stick to the land we give them. Our world is a large one, but much of its lands are sacred to my people."

Darius nodded, "You've got it. They won't trespass. You have my word on that."

K'varon turned his wide eyes to Abraxas. "And what do you think, not-Jedi-not-Sith? Will the people of Atrisia abide by our agreements?"

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

 

[Arken Lussk]

Post: [01/20]

The instructions were fairly clear and simple: see to it that their little shuttle was safe and sound before he left to meet the other Jedi and their strange friend for a meeting with the Kushiban elders. Arken had done quite a lot of reading on their species, even playing a few educational videos about them as he traipsed about the main deck of the shuttle, shutting down power systems and ensuring their array of security locks were in place - just in case. It was calming. Whenever he got to play with the new toys the Dominion gave him, he threw himself at it until he could take it apart with his eyes closed and rebuild it while half-asleep.

New datapads, portable computers, starships, speeders, droids.

It all made him so happy. Jarvis didn't seem too pleased that he'd been spending much more time with other electronics but he'd long since retired from attempting to ask his master for more attention, for more organics to vaporize in heated combat. The abysmal speck of combat he'd witnessed on Mirial was more than enough for an entire lifetime and Arken was apt to keep it that way. Just another experience added to the scrapbook, though he doubted he'd ever want to remember pulling that charred body away from the computer console.

"Revelation: Master, I have found something that you will most certainly enjoy." The droid chirped, clamping down the corridor to the small supply room.

Arken rolled his eyes. If it was just another blaster rifle or something, he was going to toggle sleep mode for at least an hour.

But it wasn't.

[member="Darius Sedaire"]

 

[Velon Ielor]

Objective: Do Some Rebelling Stuff
Post: 1
Location: Somewhere on Serenno
Equipment: I'll post it soon.

The Dominion, a faction that, from what he had heard, united Sith, and Jedi together toward a common cause. Such ideals were heretic, going against the laws of nature itself. The light, and the dark, as well as the Jedi, and the Sith could never leave in communion with each other. They were ancient enemies, forged by the sounds of war that have ravaged thousands of planets across the galaxy. It could, and wouldn't ever change. That was why the Dominion had to be purged from the face of the galaxy.

And here he was, the former Sith Lord slowly having passed through Dominion patrols through unknown means, while still remaining undetected. Velon had come to the planet of Serenno, an important planet in the galactic history due to it being the home of the ancient Sith Lord, Count Dooku. The Dark Jedi Master's sole intention was to do whatever he could to stop the Dominion's capture of Serenno, or at least inflict as much casualties as he could.

"Let the battle begin." Velon mumbled, as he looked at what would be soon a dead Dominion patrol.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Serenno
Allies: Dominion and friends
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 1/25

Serenno, a location where building a spaceport would be quite different: true, each self-respecting noble would have its own hangar for housing their own ships but there is still something to be said for the plebs. After building the spaceport for the Atrisian refugees on the forest world of Trian, Dunames goes around to expand business in this area of space, having nearly exhausted what opportunities there were in First Order space. Yes, she knew that, even though her name and, by extension, Star Tours, is primarily associated with the First Order, she wasn't the most appreciated in First Order space beyond those working in supply chain management. Hopefully Serenno would prove more receptive to the than the others. Dunames was wearing full dress and she would be there mostly for addressing the transportation infrastructure needs, with private funding. She was a little late to the party, with the others having already gone out, such as [member="Alyson Halle"] and [member="Bartic Myth'rand"], but she had to get out to the ball. Hopefully she would have an idea of what to expect, especially since she has been to a few balls in First Order space.

 

[Darth Eversor]

6/20

Abraxas looked at the Kushiban elder, nodding. "I have renounced the ways of the Sith entirely, but there is, admittedly, a strain on my mind and my very nature. I would have never seen myself aligning with the interests of Jedi, but it is for the betterment of building a future, not watching it burn away." The former Sith cast his eyes down in thought as he listened to the elder speak to the Jedi, discussing arrangements for the refugees. It was bizarre in many ways that Abraxas would agree to save the galaxy for once and not watch the blood of would-be victims coagulate upon his very hands, nor on the hilt of his lightsabre.

But then a very particular question was addressed. One pertaining to a planet - a people that have been reduced to almost nothing.

And Abraxas had a hand in it...

Atrisia.

Eyes fixated on the Kushiban, Abraxas' face drained of any color that was there to begin with. His face became void of any emotion or expression that began to tell of a past nobody could ever be proud of. Swallowing his guilt, the defector exhaled sharply before giving a verbal response. "Atrisia has become something... else. It is no longer a world one would wish to inhabit, nor even take an expedition to, unless you're stupid; however, its latest development of destruction is not of my doing. But there was a time when I spilled its people's blood. Men, women, and even the children. Nobody was spared."

Abraxas furrowed his brow, looking at the ground. His teeth clenched behind closed lips, his jaw muscles tense as a look of shame washed over the former Sith.

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

 

[Bartic Myth'rand]

Post 3/20

Bartic's mood had started to improve, that was until the karking carpet got up on the stage with the band and started howling something that might have passed for music if it was sober and back on Kashyyyk, and now he had to do something about it.

Stepping outside quickly Batic activated his comm, "Team 22 there's a situation brewing, bring a tranc rife, and enough drugs to knock out a wookie."

It was going to take a while for them to get here and get in with the large weapon inside so he would need to take care of this himself, he returned inside to see a crowd forming around [member="Shorarri"]. Bartic took a deep breath, put on a fake friendly face, and walked up to the stage.

"Hey Shorarri come get a drink and a smoke with me, you never told me how things went on Mirial."

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

 

[Shorarri]

Shorarri finished his song and stepped down from the stage. His companion Bartic approached the stage and Shorarri saw three of him. They invited Shorarri to come have a smoke and another drink with them. [A smoke?] Shorarri asked. Shorarri withdrew a pipe from his satchel and loaded it with some strange magical herb he had found on mirial. He lit the pipe in the middle of the crowd and began to feel the familiar numbness wash over him as the herb burned. Shorarri stopped smoking his pipe for a moment and looked to Bartic and his brothers. [Do you want some?] The Wookiee asked Bartic as he exhaled the narcotics smoke. Then the band began to play again. Shorarri put his pipe away and scooped Bartic up in his massive arms. [I love this song!] The Wookiee exclaimed as he began to dance, holding Bartic close to his bosoms.

[member="Bartic Myth'rand"]

 

[Bartic Myth'rand]

Post 4/20

https://youtu.be/ZQ7oqmikZDQ?t=47s​

It would have been rather romantic had Shorarri been a human and Bartic an attractive female, but [member="Shorarri"] was a karking carpet with enough strength to crush him, and Bartic was most definitely male. His mission was a partial success, at least Shorarri wasn't on the stage any more and the crowd was starting to go about their own business of course now that he was wishing for the sweet release of death he'd have to mark it down as a complete failure. Luckily for Bartic his comm started to go off and gave him an excuse to get Shorarri to let him go.

Struggling to get his face out of the fur he spoke up. "Shorarri. Shorarri! Let me go, I need to answer my comm."

 

[Alyson Halle]

4/20

"The night being young is no excuse for not having fun. I dont think i will enjoy i here not intoxicated and i doubt you will either, if anything, Bartic seems to be handling himself well." She said barely being able to contain her laughter at the fact that the normal grim and serious [member="Bartic Myth'rand"] seemed to be embraced in a good ol' fashioned wookie hug.

"This night is probably already beyond saving, the wookie has ensured that, i wont be able to talk to 90% of people here unless i am intoxicated, and i doubt you can either, so why not accept our inevitable fate now and get it over with." She continued

She picked up another brandy, swirling it around in its glass before downing it

"Plus as long as we control ourselves nothing can go too badly."

[member="Shorarri"]

[member="Grace Darkson"]

 

[Shorarri]

Shorarri swung Bartic around like a doll. [Oh Bartic, just one dance. I want you to paint me like one of your Alderanian girls] Shorarri roared. He spun Bartic round with one paw then caught him in the other. He dipped Bartic low and brought him back up in yet another spin. The music ended and Shorarri released Bartic. The Wookiee quickly forgot his dancing partner and wandered off to the restroom. He dipped low to make it through the restroom doorway. Shorarri walked past a few of the others and entered a bathroom stall. He found his head poked over the top of the stall and laughed a little at the sight of the man taking a deuce in the adjacent stall. At hearing the Wookiee's laugh the man peered up to see Shorarri's head and an audible splash was heard as the frightened man finished his buisness. Shorarri laughed even harder and as he sat down to poo. He quickly found himself growing very tired and fell asleep on the shitter.

 

[Grace Darkson]

Post 4

A large smile crossed her face as she watched [member="Shorarri"]'s antics in the middle of the floor. "I feel like we should make some apology to the poor man." She gave a laugh as the wookie began to dance, taking another sip of her wine. "I wonder if they sell greeting cards for 'I'm sorry our wookie friend got drunk and tried to dance with you'" Her head shook, raven locks dashing from side to side as she laughed. The furry beast had more than likely soured any nobles that were on the edge about the dominion against them. [member="Bartic Myth'rand"] was having a fun night, that's for sure. Still, leaving all the fun to the cranky old man wasn't her goal for the night. Raising her glass, she offered a cheer to [member="Alyson Halle"]. "To the Dominion."

 

[Arken Lussk]

Post: [02/20]

Arken ran his hand across the engine.

He wondered if Darius would mind him and Jarvis taking the speeder bike for a spin. I mean, Master Sedaire had instructed him to catch up after a while and they'd been gone for nearly half an hour. There was no way in blazes that he could catch up to them that quickly. Then again, he hadn't piloted one of these things in years. Father had bought one for him when he was a young teen. It was a birthday gift. Now it was smoldering pile of rubble that had somehow crashed into the wall of a nearby manor.

There was no real suspect in the ensuing investigation since he'd only had the contraption for a solid four hours, but his father had nonetheless vowed to never let him drive again until he was able to supervise it. Arken tried to laugh it off, telling him about how he and Jarvis had narrowly escaped their deaths by the skin of their teeth, but father wouldn't have it.

"Should we?"

He could've sworn he saw the droid grin. "Confirmation: Yes, master."

And with that, he threw himself onto it with a happy sigh. Jarvis mounted the speeder behind him. A few clicks on his datalogger and the hangar opened, the engine throttled on with a thunderous roar, and then they were off.

[member="Darius Sedaire"]

 

[Bartic Myth'rand]

Post 5/20

His efforts were fruitless, either Shorarri didn't hear, or didn't care and he was trapped for the whole song, a thirteen minute affair which ended with him covered in as much fur as the wookie. The moment Shararri turned away Bartic excused himself outside in order to brush his new fur coat off and check the comm, it was from team 22, they had been denied access on account of the rifle, hold outs and ceremonials only for guests and visitors. He returned their call with a quick message 'Find the wookie Shorarri and quietly move him away from the party until he sobers up some, forget the rifle just get a couple anti-intoxication tablets into him.' Perhaps it was time for Bartic to have something a little stronger, whatever that feral wolder was drinking looked good, maybe he'd get some of that when he got back in, but for now there was still so much fur.

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