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

[Cedric Grayson]

8/20


Darius regarded his old enemy with something that lingered between caution and sympathy. Perhaps it was Darius' soft heart speaking for him, but the Jedi Knight found himself wanting something greater for the ex-Sith Lord, even if he had committed such atrocities. Any man had the right to change, and the Dominion was all about new beginnings. Even one such as this could find a form of peace, he only needed to reach out and take it for himself.

A quiet laugh escaped Darius as Jarvus spoke. The knight turned to regard the HK droid with a parental look of disappointment, though it was limned with good humor. That look utterly failed in its attempt, given the smile that followed shortly thereafter. "I think Jarvus needs to meet a lady-HK unit so he's not so pent up all the time." Darius muttered quietly to his padawan. A hand was clapped on the boy's shoulder, and Darius slipped back into his thin veneer of professionalism. "As Master Rhur has suggested, I believe we can help."

K'varon's sharp-toothed maw twisted into a delightful smile. "Oh, would you? We do not wish to see them hurt, only gone. My people are peaceful. We can do little when faced with such bullies." K'varon folded his arms over his tiny chest and regarded the other Jedi.

"They are about three miles to the north, give or take. You cannot miss their camp. If you do this for us, my clan will be eternally grateful." The other elders all nodded in agreement. "And we can ready the celebration while you do so!"

[member="Abraxas"], [member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Dune Rhur"], [member="Arken Lussk"]

 

[Arken Lussk]

Post: [05/20]

Sometimes Arken wished he had the outlook of the assassin droid looming behind him. Everything was either white or black - a target or not. Life seemed much easier that way instead of seeing everything in varying shades of grey. Making diplomatic decisions like this were pretty hard most of the time, Arken assumed, but it appeared that the Kushibans were making things quite easy for them by just tasking the Dominion with getting rid of their bully problem. It was like some secondary school drama show about bullies and whatnot.

"Yeah, yeah. We'll handle 'em," The boy added with a youthful exuberance. Get this done fast and maybe they could stay for a little longer to talk and meet with the rest of the village. There was just so much he wanted to see and learn.

[member="Darius Sedaire"], [member="Dune Rhur"], [member="Abraxas"], [member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[Dune Rhur]

Post 3
Kushiban

"This is important to the beings here, Padawan [member="Arken Lussk"]," Dune chided the young man gently "This impacts their way of life. Don't be so cavalier about it."

Truly the Bith had no intention of embarrassing the younger Jedi. Yet it was important to teach the new generation proper Jedi values. They were more than just a strong arm and a lightsaber. They were keepers of the peace and Guardians of the Light.

But undoubtedly Arken wanted to experience all that he could of this new world. Dune couldn't find any fault in that. In fact he was looking forward to learning what he could about the residents of this world too.

"There will be plenty of time to celebrate after," he added with the hint of a smile.

He also noticed the undercurrent of feeling between the ex-Sith [member="Abraxas"] and [member="Darius Sedaire"]. It was hard not to. He supposed that they'd met before across a battlefield. It was a hard thing to forgive your old enemies.

But even Dune had to give a certain respect to the former Sith. Those who walked in the shadow of the Dark Side rarely ever came away from it. There would be scars on his very soul and it would be a long journey to come.

Plenty of chances to fall back to those old habits would crop up. The Dark was seductive and patient and so much easier than the Light. So the respect would be tempered with caution for Dune. A Sith assassin so deep in their bosom would be fatal.

"Three miles north," the Jedi nodded "Yes, we can indeed help you."

[member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Serenno
Allies: Dominion and friends
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 5/25

"Then who was contracted to get the work done?"

"For what purpose would you like access to that information?"

"To make the transition more seamless, and also to notify the current builders of the intention of taking over the project from them"

"To be frank, the last guys rebuilding the spaceport went bankrupt"

Two spaceport projects conducted in a short timeframe (Trian and Serenno) was going to be a drain on Star Tours' finances. Not that much of a drain, but Serenno is clearly the bigger of the two. If the last builders went bankrupt, that would make access to their construction documents easy, especially since they would pay their creditors with the proceeds from the sale of the construction documents, she thought, knowing that a full set of construction documents is worth some money. Plus it makes the transition that much easier; Dunames was a little wary of that sort of situations due to them bearing traps. Often general contractors going under are problematic for those who take over their work: some people in the construction industry would have nightmare stories to tell about what happens to the new general contractor after the old one went bankrupt.

 

[Alyson Halle]

Alyson seemed to be somewhat successful in knocking out the sith lord, and using her superior drunken strength, she was able to keep him down long enough to be dragged off by some guards. However while she did not notice at first, she was eventually overcome with a large amount of pain, it seemed that the wookie had punched her right in the jaw. She was now bleeding out of her nose and mouth and hurt like hell. The heavy drunkeness had prevented her from realizing it at first, but now she was certain she needed a medic.

[member="Grace Darkson"] 's gun had misfired, it made a loud bang but noting came out, it had misfired.

The crowd was quiet at first, they had no clue what had just happened, the entire situation was a drunken mess, and it took the crowd a few minutes to process what happened. Then one person started clapping. Then another, and another. Soon the dominion representatives were greeted with a standing ovation. Alyson started to drunkenly stand up, a feeling of pride rising up in her chest. She was extremely proud of her self, proud beyond any reasonable measure, but proud she was.

She clumsily turned to her compatriots, especially to the completely functional [member="Bartic Myth'rand"]

"I.. thiiink i neeeeds a meeeeddic."

[member="Shorarri"]

 

[Shorarri]

Shorarri withdrew his fist from Alyson's face. He shrugged at her [sorry] he growled quietly. Shorarri watched as the crowd clapped for their drunken saviors and the Wookiee raised his fist letting out a tremendeous victory roar. The crowd suddenly grew quiet and a few people even took some steps back at hearing the Wookiee's roar. [sorry] the wookiee growled quietly again. Slowly the crowd began to trickle out, the party effectively ruined. Shorarri helped an elderly woman enter the elevator and she patted him lovingly. Shorarri let out a soft pur and went to tend to his companion.

 

[Bartic Myth'rand]

Post 8/20

Perhaps he had over reacted, calling in so many forces, he put the bottle back on the counter and opened a comm channel. "All forces go to stand by, K-wing return to ship and remain on high alert, team 22 continue to the main room we need a medic."

It didn't take long for the team of six plain clothed agents to make their way to the director one of them carrying a large white bag with a red cross on it, Bartic directed him towards Alyson. Although the wound didn't appear to be much worse than the bleeding it was the potential for a concussion. With several armed agents around Bartic felt safe enough to open his coat and slip the hold out back in his sleeve.

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

 

[Grace Darkson]

Grace stood on shaky legs as she racked the weapon's slide, trying to see what went wrong. The gun was jammed, the bullet stuck inside the barrel. She set it down on the counter, making a comment to the bartender; "Be careful with that." With that, she slowly walked forward, swaying as she watched the man be hauled away by the guards. Her legs weren't as stable as she liked, and as she approached the bleeding [member="Alyson Halle"], her leg gave out, and she plummeted towards the floor. She didn't manage to get very close, however, before someone's arms shot out to catch her. "Thanks," She managed as she looked up at the noble's face. He smiled warmly, helping her back onto her feet before wincing at the loud, ear splitting roar. Taking a few steps back, he walked swiftly fort he door the first chance he had. Hmph. Freaking wookie. Shaking her head, she walked back towards the bar. "Can I get one more drink?" As he set down the last glass in front of her she nodded her thanks and downed it in one gulp.

Slowly, methodically, she made her way towards [member="Bartic Myth'rand"]. "We done for the night, boss?"

[member="Shorarri"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

8/20

The former Sith had nothing to add to the conversations of the Jedi, his padawan, or anyone else for that matter. This was still a kind of place that was completely unfamiliar. It was such an outlandish parallel to the tears and anger he once beheld in the eyes of many. Abraxas grew accustom much more quickly to the hatred he could inspire in people rather than the expectations of a hero, of which he still certainly wasn't.

The defector was still very much beside himself and wrapped up in his own head. It was a place he lived, something he was still so confused by, even now. He didn't understand who he was anymore or why he decided to make things harder for himself by rebelling against the only thing he's ever known. Was it because he was bold? Did he feel entitled to a greater expectation that no typical Sith could ever fathom? But then he remembered... it was due to the crumbing, rotting infrastructure. The lies, the infighting, the deception that kept everything afloat just to save face.

They deserved to die, those devils. Abraxas wasn't any better himself, but there were two evils, and he himself was by far the lesser here.

With a final look at everyone - everything in the room, the defector stood up from where he was sitting and stepped outside, his helmet automatically reactivating and closing over his face. For a second, the inside was dull and colorless; but then, the visage of flora and the puny Kushiban inhabitants flashed across his eyes. HUD active, the former Sith once again became lost in thought.

[member="Darius Sedaire"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Dune Rhur"] | [member="Arken Lussk"]

 

[Alyson Halle]

Alyson moved over to a chair in order to be inspected by the medics. They quickly looked her over and gave her the full rundown. They gave her a gauze pad to stick in her mouth and something to help stop the nose bleed. They then checked her for a concussion, which she luckily did not have despite the massive punch to the face. This was not a fun time for anyone, there was a puddle of blood on the floor and now she was going to have a huge headache in the morning, on top of the hangover she already was going to have.

Once the medics were convinced that she was okay they moved back to help assess what exactly had happened there, which would take quite awhile. Alyson quietly thought to herself about the night that she had just had, and then quietly passed out in her chair, not knowing who or what would interact with her, but she sure as hell was passed out asleep, nothing was waking her up at this point.

[member="Grace Darkson"]
[member="Bartic Myth'rand"]
[member="Shorarri"]

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Serenno
Allies: Dominion and friends
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 6/25

"We'll convene and give you the coordinates of the bankruptcy trustees in charge of liquidating the last general contractor's assets"

"Thank you, milord. Now, if you may excuse me, I have business to do elsewhere"

The transportation official gave Dunames a business card with the coordinates of the bankruptcy trustees responsible for the liquidation of the last general contractor hired to repair the spaceport from the damage caused by the Primeval by their cultists. Oh, for sure, Mirial was the epicenter of their damage but Serenno wasn't spared. With these coordinates in tow, knowing that her business in the ball was over, she decides to leave the premises, in search for the bankruptcy trustees that will allow her to get the work done.

 

[Cedric Grayson]

9/25

Darius drew up to his feet and gave the elder a nod. with that, it was rather clear the conversation was closed. They had an objective to see to, and all the details they might need on the subject.

"Master Rhur, I think you and Abraxas should try dealing with the raiders. Show our former Sith friend how a Jedi deals with such things," Darius flashed the Bith a smile. A Jedi Master could teach far better than he could, and part of Darius wondered if he might be a better for teacher for Arken than himself. The thought made the knight's brow furrow with something that might have been displeasure. Better or not, Dune was not Arken's teacher; he was. There was no one better suited to the task because it was his burden to bear, that was all there was to it.

"Master Veiere can deal with the locals for now," he gestured to the masses of Kushiban all around them. "Arken and I need to have a talk of sorts. We won't be too long. If you have any troubles, please hail me on the comm. We'll come running." The knight gave Dune and Abraxas a nod, before turning to walk off into the nearby forest, expecting Arken to follow.

He had full confidence that the two could handle things if they got nasty.

[member="Abraxas"], [member="Dune Rhur"], [member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Arken Lussk"]

 

[Dune Rhur]

Post 4
Kurriban

Dune glanced at [member="Abraxas"].

"Let's go on then," the Bith said with a nod. This represented a chance for the former Sith to prove himself in his eyes. And, in truth, a chance for him to understand this new being. He needed to understand him.

What better chance to let things progress. Abraxas was more than capable if things went badly. He didn't have to worry about this one defending themselves. Dune only could hope that a heap of dead bodies didn't reflect on their actions.

"[member="Abraxas"], let's try to do this as civilly as we can," he said simply and without any pretense. Bandits still deserved a chance to atone if they were serious.

[member="Darius Sedaire"] @Areken Lussk

 

[Arken Lussk]

Post: [06/20]

Action always spoke louder than words. It always meant so much more.

Regardless of what Arken believed was true, the padawan respectfully nodded back to [member="Dune Rhur"] in acknowledgement. Of course he was hesitant to accept the belief to take it slow and understand the impact, but it was good advice nonetheless and graciously accepted the wisdom in silence.

But once Darius called an end to the meeting, that wry smile returned to his features and he quickly departed with his automaton of war close in tow.

"What did you want to talk about, master?"

[member="Darius Sedaire"], [member="Abraxas"]

 

[Bartic Myth'rand]

Post 9/20

Bartic slid into the seat next to [member="Grace Darkson"] and uncorked the bottle he was going to throw.

He turned to Grace, "Yeah I'd say so."

He then lifted the bottle to his lips and drank deeply, he lett the liquid burn it's way down his throat it tasted absolutely disgusting, meant to be mixed with carbonated drinks and fruit juices, it didn't matter he just wanted this disaster of a night to end and he was willing to drink his way to the end of it.

Bartic started making a mental checklist of everything that went wrong; first the wookie got drunk and tried to sing on the stage, he got bear-hugged in a some form of dance, then the rest of the representatives got smashed them selves, some sort of fight with a force user broke out and one of the representatives ended up passing out on the bar. He didn't earn this drink but he definitely needed it he though as he took another long draw.

 

[Cedric Grayson]

10/20

"Well, I was a bit dishonest about the talking bit." Darius mumbled, a hint of amusement lacing his words. The Jedi Knight shoved his hands into his pockets and tilted his head back to stare up at the trees as they walked. The duo would forge some distance into the forest - far enough so that they might not be heard by the local Kushiban anyway. Eventually, they would reach a clearing bisected by a single stream that trickled right down its center.

"This place is about as natural as it gets." Darius mused, "Tell Jarvus to keep watch for us, and make sure he doesn't intervene." A hand went into the thicker layers of his coat. Two training sabers hung from the inner lacings of the leather. Darius tossed one toward Arken, and drew the second for himself. They were particularly simple thing - piece of wood shaped in the fashion of a lightsaber. Nonetheless, they would serve the purpose.

"You've been studying the forms I assigned you for reading?" Darius asked as he shrugged off his coat. Now clad in a simple black T-shirt, the knight took up a combative stance by the stream, legs wide, arms outstretched, both hands held on the hilt of the wooden blade.

"I want you to come at me Arken. Try to knock my teeth out."

The knight smiled.

[member="Arken Lussk"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

9/20

Abraxas turned towards the one speaking to him, remaining silent as he gestured for them to get moving. This moment could make or break the former Sith's standing with the Jedi, and if he chose to go about it poorly, he would be severely outnumbered and outgunned on every front. So, with the best of his judgement, Abraxas gave a silent nod towards [member="Dune Rhur"], grabbing at the strap of his rifle slung over his shoulder. His azure cloak flapping in a slight breeze like an unfurled flag.

"Civil is what I aim for, Jedi. Just know that if they shoot first, I take no blame for what happens after."

With that, the defector walked on.

 

[Arken Lussk]

Post: [07/20]

Arken was hesitant. As soon as the dishonesty part came out and he started disrobing. He was half a second away before drawing his blaster pistol if the situation turned serious, but sighed in relief once the man had produced a pair of training sabers from beneath his layers of clothing.

"Yeah. Reading, watching videos, checking out other sources of media." He'd done some practicing on his own but it felt largely unnatural and strange. Swinging around a sword didn't feel as easy as squeezing the trigger of a blaster pistol.

Arken caught the saber, feeling the familiar grooves of its handle. As for the garments, he was in some loosely fitting flight suit that he always wore when participating in interplanetary endeavors. He figured that was good enough but opted to stripping himself of his utility belt and holster, handing it all over to Jarvis.

When Darius instructed for him to attack, he did.

Mid-charge, he thumbed the saber's toggle and ignited the green, shimmering blade with a snap-hiss. Then came a fast, powerful wide-arc swing.

[member="Darius Sedaire"]

 

[Grace Darkson]

Post 7

Grace nodded, headed towards the door as she shook her head. "Stupid evil Sith person, ruined the whole night." With that, she continued slowly, making sure that the nobles were safe and secure, and that [member="Alyson Halle"] was getting moved somewhere she could sleep off what Grace assumed was enough alcohol to pickle an ewok. Tired steps brought her to the speeder outside, and she remembered telling the driver to get her to the ship before dozing off.

She woke back up in her own bed on the Interrogator, her head hurting but not inhibiting. She was starting to wonder how the others were, slowly peeling off her dress from the night before. She must have fallen asleep in it last night. Shaking her head, she pulled on a simple bathrobe and made her way to the woman's showers, where she proceeded to spend the next half hour enjoying the warm water. She would have stayed longer, but they kicked her out. How rude.

When she had managed to get dressed again, her unsteady legs carried her to the mess hall, where she found a chair alone to chew on a bagel and try and remember the previous night.

[member="Bartic Myth'rand"] [member="Shorarri"]

 

[Dune Rhur]

Dune looked back to the Padawan for a moment. [member="Arken Lussk"] seemed to be one to watch. Brash and arrogant in his technical expertise but still humble. Enough to accept his rebuke at any rate.

That was very Jedi-like. It spoke volumes about character​. Perhaps the Force truly was with young Lussk. Dune hoped it was so because they needed ones like him.

But they needed ones like [member="Abraxas"] too. Despite his origins he was extremely adept. Dune could even empathise with the cold and aloof response. He followed outside without initially replying.

They'd gone a distance before he replied.

"I wonder," he began with his usual lack of preamble "If they do shoot and then realise their mistake, do they still die. Do they not warrant a chance of repentance before our judges. A chance to atone, if you will."

"Perhaps they will choose to be stupid and leave us no choice. If not, well you'll see my reasons for questions. Jedi often face this very difficult choice. Undoubtedly you could simply kill them all. But what if they want to make amends?"