Cake and Daggers (OS Dominion of Mindabaal)

[Darth Ophidia]

Objectives:

Spoiler

1. Join the wedding reception , have some cocktails, make conversation, and then wipe out the royal family and guests when the signal is given. Black Tie Event, attempt subtilety.
2. Trample Rebel and Royalist forces alike. Seize control of government and military buildings.
3. Hunt down the remainder of the governing body not present at the wedding. Kill, capture or recruit them to the One Sith.
4. Seize factories on behalf of Sith-affiliated or allied corporations. Alternatively, begin the conversion of the Mindabaal Royal Academy to a Sith Academy.
5. Do your own thing! Have some drinks at the local cantina; get in a fight; slaughter a minor city for alchemical purposes. The planet is your oyster.

OOC

Spoiler

Link to OOC thread.
Maximum 20 posts allowed per writer.
Please add this to your posts:

[0/20]
Objective:
Location:
Allies:
Enemies:

Tags:

Spoiler

[member=”Darth Pyrrhus”]
[member=”Darth Ferus”]
[member=”Sage Bane”]
[member=”Vengeance”]
[member=”Vrag”]
[member="Darth Venefica"]
[member="Asajj"]
[member="Darth Noxia"]
@TheEntireOS
Did I miss anyone?

Mindabaal, a planet ruled by the benevolent Monarchs of the Andupaar Dynasty. Its people have lived in relative isolation near the shadow of the ever expanding Order of the One Sith, but has held its’ stance of neutrality firmly for generations. There are whispers of a plot to overthrow the Monarchy and set a Sith on the throne. However, these rumours have no strong traction in the people. Only the paranoid believe the Sith would employ such tactics to overthrow a seemingly unimportant system.

The planet populace is in jubilation at the upcoming Wedding. The streets are decorated in Cyan to honour of the Andupaar Dynasty as the Crown Prince, Donovan Andupaar IV, is set to wed a mysterious beauty from the unknown sectors. While the union was initially met with protests from the Nobility, King, Janus Andupaar III, sanctioned it after the Crown Prince threatened to step down from his position if his chosen bride could not remain by his side. This tale of love captivated the people and won the support of the Nobles. Now, on the last day of the planet’s solar rotation, they are set to be wed before the King and all the Nobles. Family, friends, mentors and inspirational figures will be present, and the historic event will be broadcasted live throughout the Planet as a celebration of true love.

While all eyes are on the celebration, ships close in on the system. Ships of war and conquest as the One Sith moves to bring Mindabaal into the fold.

[1/20]
Objective: 1. Wedding Bells.
Location: Royal Palace.
Allies: TBA.
Enemies: TBA.

How many were present? There were too many to count from within the crowd. Cameras were present to capture the magic and broadcast it to the people of Mindabaal. There were Royals, Nobles, Politicians, Generals, not to mention the rich and the powerful from throughout the planet and all eyes were soon to be set on only two. The palace was decorated richly with banners of cyan and silver. All around there were fountains of clear water and servant droids dishing out refreshments as the guests awaited the beginning of the ceremony.

Then, the doors opened and all eyes set in its direction. The Crown Prince Donovan Andupaar IV arrived. He was a tall young human with curled black hair tamed just enough to be slicked back over his head, and bright blue eyes. His clothes were a white military uniform as befitting to his status. Around his neck hung a pendant with a bright corusca gem and in his belt hung a sword with an electrum-inlaid hilt. By his right arm was his mother, the queen. She was a tall and noble-looking woman. It was from her he had inherited his inky black curls, but her hair was streaked with the greying of age and her eyes were brown with a touch of yellow, giving them a honeyed quality. Her dress matched the cyan and silver of their dynasty. They walked straight faced, but smiling up the aisle toward the throne where the king sat waiting. The King appeared as a personification of their dynasty’s colour. His hair was a shining silver, and his eyes shone bright cyan. His beard dangled far down on his chest in a single well-groomed wall of silver. The King’s attire was of white silks, adorned with silver embroideries of exquisite quality. His smile extended to his entire demeanour as he stood and extended his arms for his only son and heir. The Queen took her place at her husband’s left hand and together they embraced their son.

That was when the next figure appeared under the grand stone archway of the Royal Palace’s great hall: The Bride. She was like a visage of pearls in humanoid form. Her face was obscured by the white veil, which reflected a fraction of the light into a subtle display of shifting colours. Her skin appeared as snow, refined to remove all imperfections and polished smooth and supple as the white silken fabrics of her great gown, which trailed far behind her. Between her hands was an orb, glowing with a pure blue light. Slowly and with grace, she raised her left hand to allow a chosen person to take her to the throne so the ceremony could finally begin. Eyes waited on their every move.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

[1/20]

Like most people, Lord Ajihad enjoyed a good party. The cocktails, food, cake, all that jazz. It made for a fun time, and this royal wedding looked like it was going to be a blast.

Currently, the assassin was in charge of a small strike force that was to seize control of the Capitol building. The team was made up of a Galactic Marines, a very elite fighting force. They were positioned on the top floor of a business building across from the capitol. The entire battalion was there, most of them lounging around. They were to attack when then signal was given. In the meantime, they were just supposed to wait.

"Checkmate, I win." Ajihad was currently playing checkers with one of the company commanders, Captain Nexu.

"Dammit, not again!" the Captain roared, setting all the pieces off the board. This was Ajihad's third consecutive victory, all three wins accomplished in a little over fifteen minutes. He was getting better each time he played.

"Save your rage rage for the mission, Captain. There will be much blood to be shed there." Ajihad got up and stretched his legs, looking out the huge bay window. The view of the wedding was excellent, as well as it was a great sniping spot...

[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

[1/20]
Objective: 1. Wedding Bells.
Location: Royal Palace.
Allies: [member="Darth Noxia"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Enemies: TBA.


The wedding was to be an exquisite affair. Love was a fickle thing, Xander had learned over his life time, and the Crown Prince had been quite smitten with the bride which prepared to walk down the aisle to meet him. A small smirk tugged at Xander as he had been quite instrumental in introducing the lovely couple. How would the royal family refuse someone so esteemed by King Blackmoore of the Induparan Crown Worlds. Should a woman earn his esteem and high regard, then her value must be high indeed. Of course it had all been a set up, when was something not with Xander. The White Assassin was always playing a real life game of chess, a game he played regularly to keep his mind sharp.

Crisp blue eyes looked upon the bride, as did all the rest. Today his fashion would meld into the background, though he wore something bold for the occasion. His hat and cane were with him, and the black suit was fitting for the fashion of his world. While it may not have been something worn by a royal to a wedding, to day he represented his culture.

For the event, Xander had secured [member="Darth Noxia"] as his plus one. The woman was relatively unknown the assassin who had behaved as a recluse mostly since waking from his force coma. He needed to change his behavior and meet people outside of the assassins. Darth Noxia was one such person, and time would tell if this were an actual date, or simply a means to an end. Most of that depended on whether both parties saw a mutual satisfaction to label it as such. Xander would not protest, as the woman was beautiful.

They were seated near the front, as Xander was treated as family for this affair, he had introduced the couple after all. The chairs were comfortable for the most part, but as the bride had entered, the crowd stood to their feet, and had been for some time. Everything was in motion, everything was in play. The game of chess had been set, and the queen had been brought out early. As King, Xander would move sparingly, only when it behooved him to do so for the interest of the Sith Empire.

 

[Komo]

[1/20]
Objective: 1. Wedding Bells
Location: Royal Palace
Allies: [member="Xander Blackmoore"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Enemies: N/A ATM

Greta seemed to have found herself into a wedding. Not hers of course, but instead belonging to someone on a much grander, and more important scale. The Crown Prince of Mindabaal. No expense had been spared into making this into a rather extravagant event indeed. Invitations had been sent to a plethora of important figures across the galaxy and they had responded in kind, arriving in droves, one after another, just in time for the royal wedding. Fellow royals, scores of nobles, politicians and generals were among the ever-increasing crowd, mingling with each other as the wedding began to head into its prime. Numerous camera crews were present, their holo-cameras ready to take advantage of the royal wedding as a new interesting scoop for their stories.

Weddings like these were always good for the tabloids. Greta or Noxia as she has come to be called, was not alone here today. Like everyone else, she had a date for the occasion. The only thing the couple didn't have in common with the rest of the couples present today was that she had never met him before. This would be their first meeting.

Making doubly sure to dress in line for the special occasion, Noxia was dressed in a long flowing black dress, her honey-blonde hair tumbling down her shoulders immaculately styled as always. The top of the dress was sheer and elaborately laced with embroidery in great detail. It was held up with two lacey straps that rested on her shoulders. On her thigh, under all the layers of cloths contained her lightsaber, Sinister, strapped securely, ready to be used when the main event began. Although she had to look the part, safety was still paramount.

Spoiler

Her date [member="Xander Blackmoore"] had matched-made the bride and the groom, which had in turn now granted them a front row seat to the exquisite event. What a boon to have indeed, in such an event like this. While waiting for the bride to arrive, Noxia decided to break the ice, starting up some small chat in the hopes of getting to know her "date" better. "Well, hello to you, Xander, I wasn't exactly expecting anyone to pick up on the advertisement. You're...definitely not what I expected..but in a good way." He did look suave and debonair, but she wasn't about to tell him that yet, she didn't want to inflate his ego, just yet. The blonde sith would then flash him one of her gorgeous radiant smiles, one that had been known to melt many hearts.

Next, the arrival of the bride.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

[1/20]
Objective: Attend the Royal Wedding
Location: Entrance of the Palace
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Enemies: None

Darth Azurea had never attended quite an extravagant affair as the Royal Wedding of the Crown Prince Donovan Andupaar IV to his bride, a relative unknown to most of Mindabaal. The fact that his family did not know much about his chosen betrothed was intriguing to say the least. Therefore after it arrived, Azurea examined the thick cream-colored, printed invitation with a mix of awe and trepidation. She hadn't come from nobility or even wealth, much less visited a palace in Mindabaal.

For a few days leading up to the event, Azurea had an etiquette expert come to her home underwater in Glee Anselm and show her exactly how to greet the esteemed royalty, how to hold her drinks, how to bow, which utensils to use with which to eat, and what dances were preferred by the nobility. She didn’t want to feel like that farm-girl from Aduba-3, gawking at all of the finery and splendor. It would be nice to be gazed upon in awe, but at the very least, the Sith Knight didn’t want to make a fool of herself. It would be easier for her partner, Tanek. He was a Togruta, a quite exotic and even primitive species, at least those of his race that didn’t travel off-world. She assumed the guests wouldn’t demand as much perfection from the Shili-native, but all of that remained to be seen.

With a nervous excitement in her stomach, Darth Azruea and Darth Pyrrhus, now both Sith Knights respectively, climbed out of a shiny, speeder limousine and walked up together to the Palace entrance. The Togruta male appeared extremely handsome and regal in his formal tribal robes which were imported from his home planet. Azurea wore a black dress, strapless and fitted at the waist, which billowed out into a bell shape to graze the tips of her shoes.

Spoiler

Around her neck, she wore a simple string of silver with a small jewel that sat at her clavicle and glittered in a deep claret color. Her chocolate-brown hair was down and grazed her shoulders. Darth Azurea placed her hand on Tanek’s shoulder gently, and on tip toes, leaned up to him to whisper into his ear:

“Do you think it’s strange that the bride is such a mystery? Perhaps the Prince is really marrying for love and not just to secure land or property.”

So far the entire affair was shaping up to be a romantic evening. But as always when the Sith were around, even an innocent royal wedding could turn suddenly dangerous and blood-soaked. As much as she tried to relax and enjoy herself, Azurea would be on her guard for signs of unusual activity.

 

[Mythos]

1/20
Objective: Wedding Bells
Allies: OS
Enemies: None at the moment

The beautiful palace opened itself up before Animus who arrived in his Luxury N-1 Starfighter at the very entrance of the place, the red valet quickly took his keys and gave him a bow before taking the Starfighter to be parked. Animus emerged like a Golden Statue of brightness, His Nabooian gown of tradition was a sight to behold, his friend Galicus Sageious had procured it from him, in reality it was part of an Naboo Museum collection... but the Wise Muun knew how to pull such strings even prized artefacts were not out of his reach.

He walked to the gates as the people greeted and saluted, surely this was one massive party, this invitation however... was from his Master, not the Groom and where [member="Darth Ophidia"] needed her apprentice, he would be there. His lightsaber was hidden deep within the cloak, and the security never dared to even touch him. He entered the Main room, Chandeliers of pristine crystals as large as a fighter were dangling above with Majesty and dignity, everyone was dressed in prime and glory, from the waitresses to the hosts, everyone was gallant and glamorous.

"What a beautiful day for a Red Wedding am i right?" Animus said to a Senator of Minbaal present, the Senator looked at him puzzlingly but gave him a smile.
"I am a afraid i do not know that Saying Mr..." The Senator reached out his hand in a salute to Animus who he took and shook firmly with a smile.
"Malgus, It is a Nabooian Saying, it means a joyous one." A lie of course, but it just seemed fitting for some reason. The festivities continued and Animus would mingle, his eyes searching and darting to see if perhaps he could catch a glimpse of his master. He laughed when he noticed the absurdity of that mission, one did not just simply... Find His master.

[member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Darth Noxia"] [member="Xander Blackmoore"] [member="Lord Ajihad"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

[2/20]
Objective: 1. Wedding Bells.
Location: Royal Palace.
Allies: [member="Darth Noxia"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Animus Malgus"]
Enemies: TBA.

"Milady, I could no longer allow you to attend this event without an escort, than I could pass on the opportunity to be seen with a woman so beautiful as yourself." Xander grinned as he spoke, ever the picture of grace and charm. After all he was a king and knew how to carry himself. There was an aura of mischief which exuded from him however, and were Greta keen enough, she'd discern it. The mischief was natural to Xander as he was far from a "good boy." He was Sith. It was to be expected. "I am happy to have exceeded your expectations. Perhaps this evening will allow me the opportunity to continue to do so."

Her smile made him feel as though he was the ruler of the known universe. It was one of those rare smiles which captured all of a person's attention, and made it difficult for him to make eye contact with the other operatives in the room. She described it as being a smile which melted hearts, it certainly had melted him, a rare feat. The others could wait. Nothing would happen in the ceremony anyway. Xander could see where the set up during the reception. The dinner was going to be rather unforgettable.

"You look rather resplendant this evening, Greta. I must say you are an exquisite beauty, a fine representation of why your gender is so dangerous."

Xander meant the last as compliment. He hoped she took it as such.

 

[Komo]

[2/20]
Objective: 1. Wedding Bells
Location: Royal Palace
Allies: [member="Xander Blackmoore"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Animus Malgus"]
Enemies: N/A ATM

Her charmer of a date had jumped right into compliments, not hesitating in the least with his honeyed words as he paid her praise on her beauty. Greta loved it. Of course she did, the young lady took great pride in her appearance. Her warm smile would turn into a playful grin as Xander mentioned the part about meeting her expectations. He sure did.

She definitely was not expecting to get such a suave charmer. She did not have much experience with men like him, but she had no doubt that he was mostly definitely a Casanova. Being a career soldier before the Sith, she did not have much experience at all in the affairs of such, and it would continue to be an ever-learning experience for the blonde. Greta would reply him.

"The night is still young..I'm sure you'll get plenty of such opportunities, just yet." She would finish with a mischievous wink, indicating the fact that she was more than ready to play along with him. What would surprise her next was that he began to address her by name. Only those close to Noxia or those who had worked with her in the past, when she was just Greta, would know her name. It was pretty obvious that he had done his homework. Greta didn't know whether to be flattered or impressed. Perhaps a bit of both. After all, she was supposed to be Greta Brandt, and not Darth Noxia today.

She could help but snigger at the mention of her gender being dangerous. Stifling a giggle, she would retort. "We are only dangerous because we have to be." With a casual flick of her hair, Greta would speak once more. "Nevertheless, I thank you for your kind words. Know that they are greatly appreciated." She proceeded to end it with the same bright, warm smile once more.

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: Wedding of the century
Location: Royal Palace
Allies: [member="Xander Blackmoore"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Darth Noxia"]
Enemies: Dead people walking.
[1/20]



Vengeance or Marcus Nichols as the invitation and RSVP said stepped into the room in the finest suit money could by. A stark contrast to what he normally wore and a smile on his face. A genuine smile of a man watching a dear friend finally find happiness in love.

He made his way around the room. Stopped by [member="Animus Malgus"] giving the man a smile before turning to his guest and extending a hand to him.

"Senator a pleasure to see.............. Marcus Nichols." "Is this not a wonderfully joyous occasion."

He smiled for a moment before he noticed two familiar face he wanted to say hi two just outside the entrance to the Palace. Giving a slight bow he excused himself.

"Forgive me gentlemen I see a good friend I have not seen in far to long."


He moved off heading towards the door grabbing three glasses from a waiter as he did. He approached with a smile. He looked at [member="Darth Azurea"] and [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] extending a glass to each of them.

"It has been a long time my friends." "When was it the peace summit on Corsucant?" "Or was it the conclave on Glee Anselm?"

He looked at their puzzled expression and smiled.

"Marcus.........Marcus Nichols." "We were introduced by a common friend from the Csilla delegation."

He knew darn well they would know exactly who he was but he wanted to get the cover name out there anyway. Among people of learning a name like Vengeance was bound to set off alarms. That and anyone outside the Sith who new him by face rarely lived long enough to share it with anyone.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

[1/20]
Objective: 3
Location: To the court house
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: open for interpretation

Soft, that was what Lord Sebastian had come to think. There was much to be done today on this planet, yet it seemed all of his fellow Sith chose the party. Not that he was complaining, he did enjoy not holding back and letting his abilities roam free.

His attire was his ever so lovely black robes and clothing that would make a pirate drool at the expense of the clothing. His cane that was always ever present was in his right hand, aiding his walking. Fear, it was all the people who were seeing him could currently feel. His apprentice didn't scare them, no, it was the feeling you get when you believe something non human was watching you.

Lord Sebastian was the chill down your spine, the bump in the night, shadow that moved slightly in the corner of your eyes. His very presence made the citizens dream of demonic creatures and blood slowing dripping down the walls, but they were not his victims.

Instead he walked straight, a slight limp, but his stature was held high. He saw the short house coming into view and stopped 30 meters from it, with a tap of his cane three strikes of shadows shot across the ground like black torpedo skimming the water.

They grew until dark wolf like beasts came to life. Purely made of shadows, but they were as real as you and I with a bite filled with dark side poison. The poison was pointless as people rarely lived long enough to experience it.

He smirked as his beasts entered the building and he would slowly follow then in. This was stop number one for killing the remaining members of the royal family and government.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

[1/20]​

Objective: Attend wedding
Location: Royal Palace
Date: [member="Darth Azurea"]

This was the very first time that Darth Pyrrhus had visited Mindabaal. His first visit became attending a royal wedding, which he had been personally invited to. Not a bad way to be introduced to the planet. It would become a fond first memory of the planet, he was sure, and he would leave his mark on them in return. Of course, today, he was not Darth Pyrrhus. He was the red one at the wedding. He was Tanek Santii, an upcoming business man with a promising company, lying in wait to be launched. He and his date would be seated on the bride's side. How did he know the bride? Well, a few drinks later into the evening, perhaps he would reveal it.

Tanek stood out, mainly due to his race. So far, the ones he had seen were either Humans or near-Humans. What was certain was that he was the only Togruta. Unlike most of his species, he had four lekku. He was tall on his own, but with his curved montrals reaching higher, he looked something fierce. In a mix of pale and pink, his skin stood out with its rusty red, covered in exotic white markings. The Togruta was a hunter among his prey. Better yet, they had invited him in.

Although he felt out of place in his outfit, it did look good on him. His pants were wide and baggy, though of a fine, black fabric. In similar style, his torso was covered by a dark coloured suit jacket with shirts underneath. The only one being truly form fitting was a dark grey one underneath. Even so, they clung to him nicely, adding a rough elegance and sense of power to his walk. Or was that merely the power of the Dark Side, hidden deep within him, waiting to burst out to consume all of Mindabaal? It wasn't often that Tanek attended parties, but when he did, he made sure to make the memorable.

Spoiler

"You will see, soon enough." he replied to the lovely brunette's whispers into his ear. Tanek happened to know the bride well. She had prepared such a wonderful surprise for her darling prince too. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, though he liked surprising Setzi. Or perhaps the secrecy was born from a subconscious concern that she would alert the guests to the Sith malice and attempt to save them? No, not her. She wouldn't betray him. Right?

He offered his date his arm, and led her into the palace. She had been nervous ahead of this, he knew, practicing etiquette and how to socialize with royalty. It was quite charming. Though her fall had been complete, it became another layer to her seduction; the rise of the poor Jedi farm girl, to the Sith Knight with the world at her feet. The opportunities were endless, thanks to the power and influence of the Dark Side. In the end, she was perfect. The dress looked beautiful on her, everything from the strapless and fitting top, to the wide skirt. Even the way she had done her hair added to her appeal. It was an unusual look to see her with, but he liked it.

"Remember who you are. You are the one who makes everybody else nervous, not the other way around. You are the empress to their kings and queens." Before the procession played out, the stylish pair would find their seats on the bride's side, as far forwards as they could reasonably place themselves.

The bride entered. Did Crown Prince Donovan Andupaar IV know he was marrying the Dark Lord's serpent?

 

[Sethra]

[1/20]
Objective: 1
Location: Royal Palace
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: TBA.
Byojrn decided to stop running from the Sith, as he has just now realized that he wasn't their target at the time. Of course, he wouldn't know anyways. He couldn't speak their language. He was just led here by the One Sith. He was told of this wedding by one of his more intelligent kin, who understood a small tidbit of English. He didn't even know what he was doing, but he wanted to be adventurous. And this was his chance. The only thing that stopped him was his Xenophobia.

He scanned the outside of the palace before deciding to do anything. Whether anybody would even allow him to come in or not, he had no idea. He was a reptilian monster to most, nothing more. He sprinted towards a man in a dark robe, and walked beside him. The man nodded to him and kept walking.

Byojrn didn't even know what the Sith did to his own people, so he understood not why this man was approving of him being here. But he just went with it. It would also help that he was with someone else. Whatever this man did, Byojrn did with him. They entered the palace together, and he decided it was best to stay back in the corners. The most suspicious thing to happen is to have a seven foot tall reptile walking amongst men and women. Nobody seemed to notice though, so there he waited. He tried one of the drinks laid out, but he didn't taste much. He stepped out to look back and see what everyone was doing. Confusion flooded his brain, as he tried to figure out what to do.

Just do what everyone else does,

He had to, it depended on it. If he let anything slip by, people would become suspicious. At least he had no visible weapons, so he was good on that.

​​Maybe I'll be a part of the One Sith, one day, ​he told himself.

If only he knew...

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

[2/20]
Objective: Attend the Royal Wedding
Location: Royal Palace
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Vengeance"]
Enemies: None

Unlike Darth Pyrrhus, Azurea did not know what was in store tonight. But when her companion whispered back, “You will see, soon enough,” she raised a well-groomed eyebrow and titled her head quizzically at him. Still, if the Togruta Knight had any concern that she would try to sabotage the mission, he was mistaken. If violence broke out, Darth Azurea would first try to protect Pyrrhus most of all. That’s how strong her passion and devotion was towards him. The guests could be left to their own devices as far as she was concerned.

But her gaze was soon distracted by the wealthy spectacle before her. And before they sat down, a wedding guest approached them with an ornate goblet full of red wine. His name was Marcus Nicolas, but he looked familiar to her. Perhaps he was a Sith Lord she had passed at either the Korriban Academy or in the Temple of Pain.

“Setzi Lunelle,” she said, remembering that Pyrrhus told her to use a name that wouldn’t attract attention or link her with the OS. She extended her hand in greeting and said, "Shall we go inside, Marcus?"

Soon the pair of them sat at the bride’s table. Tanek knew how to make her feel at ease, and when he called her an empress, she rewarded him with a soft kiss on his red and white cheek. He is right, you know, she told herself. There is no need for all of this insecurity. You are a Sith Knight now and a powerful one at that. He would be able to feel her countenance change, and suddenly more confident, she clasped his hand under the table, and he would feel a sublime ripple of dark energy passed between her finger tips to his.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: 1, Take [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] out on a date
Location: Royal Palace
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Darth Noxia"] [member="Xander Blackmoore"] [member="Sethra"] [member="Animus Malgus"]
Enemies: NA

Sage Bane and weddings did not generally mix well. The most obvious reason was that the concept of monogamy was completely foreign to him. Passion was the one tenet of the Sith that Sage clung hard and fast to, and lust was a big component of passion, no? The Sith Lord had always felt that you should enjoy as many partners as time allowed in as many different ways as time also allowed. Unfortunately, he did not have the luxury of free time, so lately, his own carnal pursuits had been usurped by his innumerable duties as a Hand of the Dark Lord. Until he met Kinsey Starchaser on Marna, his bed lay empty. Fortunately for Sage, Kinsey had been all too happy to fill that particular void.

When Sage got the invitation to the Mindabaal Royal Wedding, he relished the chance to give Kinsey a break from training, and lavish some much-needed attention on her. Sure the wedding was planned to be a massacre, but before the decapitations began, the two lovers could enjoy a nice date with one another. He was growing fond of his Apprentice, and despite the vice-like grip he had on her will, she seemed to genuinely return the feeling. Eventually he would test the bond by lifting the spell, but for now, Sage continued to twist her mind to make it increasingly more difficult for Kinsey to even entertain the thought of leaving him.

The young Hand was dressed in a dapper black tuxedo with a ribbon bow tie. Silver rings adorned his fingers, spoils from various temples he had plundered. The Mindabaal muckety-mucks were being announced, but Sage couldn't be bothered to pay too much attention to them. They would be corpses soon enough. Besides, he was a bit preoccupied with the notion of taking his beautiful Acolyte past palace security and up into one of the royal bedrooms. Come to think of it, where was Kinsey anyway? He branched out with the Force to find his caged bird.

She was never allowed to stray too far from his gaze.

 

[Judah Lesan]

[2/20]
Objective: 1. Wedding Bells.
Location: Royal Palace.
Allies: [member="Darth Noxia"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Animus Malgus"]
Enemies: TBA.


"Well, let us hope those opportunities are not lost on the proceedings of the evening. I have many various talents I wish to show you."

Naturally Xander had laid on the charm. The ability to be charming was always part of who he was. He has often been quoted saying one needed to know when to purr and when to bite. It was what had earned him favor among his subjects despite the fact they had not prospered the way they wished. Perhaps that had changed in his 800 year absence, but the monarch doubted it. Those of the Induparan Nobility had always been selfish and greedy. Xander simply knew how to make the people happy while he robbed them blind through taxes.

[member="Darth Noxia"] seemed the type which may be able to understand his position. This kingdom was first on the list, but Xander's was not far off from the sights of his plans. He would rule once again, and it would be accomplished as it had been done before. Vizios would work his plan methodically and flawlessly.

His grin only grew wider as the blonde continued to smile. She certainly was disarming. The only defense he had against such charms was his cold, lonely heart. There had been one which had managed to break past the walls which kept his heart from the touch of the opposite sex. She was no longer alive, and as much as Xander try to open to another, he had failed. There had certainly been a rendezvous from time to time, but only as Xander gave in to his passions and lusts. How did a smile disarm all of that. Yes, her gender could be dangerous.

"Yes, because you have to, but why must you be so dangerous?"

It seemed the bride was waiting for her escort. While the crown prince wait for her, she wait for the one set to walk her down the aisle and "give her away." All of this was fine. Xander would be permitted to know his date better. He had decided on his part this was a date, albeit rather unconventional.

 

[Komo]

[3/20]
Objective: Attend the Royal Wedding
Allies: [member="Xander Blackmoore"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Enemies: N/A ATM

The wedding would soon be in full swing. The bride's escort was late, and so the event's schedule had been pushed back, and so the guests have been left with more time to mingle around with each other. Replying to the statement he had only just made, Greta would reply in return with a quizzical cock of a perfectly groomed eyebrow.

"Oh, I wonder what those various talents might be?" Grinning mischievously, she would begun to address his other question. "Why, because of men like you!" and just to show that she was merely teasing him, the blonde would end the answer with a flirtatious wink. The brides section of the ballroom was starting to fill up rather rapidly in the time that Greta had spent making small talk with her date. Taking a casual glance around at the rest of the guests, the blonded spotted a familiar pair.

Her best friend, [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] and his girl, [member="Darth Azurea"]. Getting up to move towards them, Greta would approach the couple and greet her friend and fellow Sith. "Why, hello there you two! Fancy meeting you lovely people here! May I say you two are looking rather fabulous indeed!"

Regardless of the fact if Xander had followed her or had remained seated, she would turn back with an outstretched hand, looking to introduce her date for the evening to the couple. "This here is Xander. He's my date for the evening." Greta would smile once more, in keeping up with appearances and all.

You never know who was watching.
The main event hadn't even started yet.
The best had yet to come.

 

[Mythos]

Objective: Wedding Bells
Allies: OS
Enemies: None at the moment.
2/20

If Animus knew anything, it was how to be a charming political figure, He stood and chatted with the Senators and High Politicians of Mindbaal for some time, exchanging stories and garnering as much information on the political proceedings and mannerisms of the Planet's people and Culture.
Animus quickly noticed they were, if anything, Antiquated, and weak... for such they needed to be cleansed, wiped out and rebuilt in the Image of the Sith., there was simply no other way, weakness was like corroded limb, it needed to be amputated to save the body. Animus himself should he ever find himself being the weakest link, would gladly take his own life, the Sith was All, the Brotherhood and the power came from it... Living without serving the Sith was a hollow, pathetic existence Animus would never see himself degraded to, he prefered death.

Then [member="Sage Bane"] caught his eye, it had been a while since he had gotten to spend some time with the Hand, Animus Smiled wide as he saw him, he had so much he wanted to tell him, how his Skills have grown and how his teachings have helped him become much more powerful as a Sith Warrior, however, he knew now was not the time for that conversation however, he know that conversation would come in due time, the thought made him eager and excited even more. Excusing himself courteously from the gentlemen he was currently talking with he made his way down to the Entrance where his Prized Teacher was and he gave him a courteous Bow. Raising himself to meet him with a wide smile.


"Great Teacher, it's good to see you" Animus said with a small laugh and warm smile. Animus was actually very pleased to see him, perhaps this could be a chance to try and get another training session? On the Job? One could only hope.

Still Animus was feeling quite well, his mood brightened by the sight of one of his Favorite Teachers and of course the sight of his surroundings bathed in beauty and the sight of more than one beautiful damsel made him feel comfortable to say the least. Oh yes, this was going to be a wonderful evening.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

[2/20]

Lord Ajihad would glance down at his watch. "Well, would you look at the time... Men, the wedding will be starting soon. Best get geared up and prepare to roll out. Hoorah?"

"Hoorah!"

Ajihad quickly ran through his equipment, making sure he had everything. After ensuring everything was up and running, he picked one of the Marine's sniper rifles up off the ground. Testing it's weight, he grinned. It was a pretty top-notch weapon, one had had selected for his men from the One Sith armory. As good as the rifle was, however, Ajihad preferred another gun.

Discarding the high-tech rifle, he grabbed a different one that was leaning up against the wall. It was nowhere near as fancy as the other ones, but the Demon's Fist loved it nonetheless. It was his Cycler rifle, a memoir from his time as a Tusken raider on Tatooine. It had a long scope attached to the top, to improve aiming. Ajihad sat down on the floor, right next to a hole he had drilled into the window. He was ready for the signal, whenever it would come.

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

What would’ve been so great was that if the Underground could start predicting the movements of the One Sith and her allies. Then they could understand that there was a feth ton of big wigs stuck in one room drinking champagne and watching two people make the worst decisions of their lives. They’d be able to sacrifice a vessel or two and crash it into the cult church building doing a lot of damage to everyone inside. It’d be just what they’d need to send in a mop up team.

Of course, that wasn’t happening. Kaia Starchaser was landing the Wandering Star, under the false moniker of the Jedi’s Revenge on the world. Her cargo? Technical crews, parts, speeders, and guns; her standard cargo. Why was she doing this? Mindbaal had a lot of comm traffic stating that there were rebels going against the royal name of the planet and the One Sith. So, this was the perfect world to establish some freedom fighters. What they were going to be doing was setting out to save the world.

And that meant she was going to need to do her best to help them out. The dark haired Starchaser child landed her ship and slowly made sure that she was hidden well enough, shutting down systems but keeping it so the engines could be started quickly, y’know, in case she needed to run. But right now? She made her way to the expansive hangar that was emptied from the other craft so that about a dozen speeder bikes and a half dozen cargo speeders could be loaded in. Crates of weapons, and a whole lot of Irish willing to sell them and use them to take down the people on this world who were going to oppose the ones fighting for freedom.

“How are we doing?” She called out to one of the members of the Underground, one of the ones setting up his family here. He was… she thought human but one could never tell. He wasn’t some sort of fish thing that was for sure.

Didn’t they leave the Sith after the Dave incident?

“We’re doing alright. Some of the natives had hooked us up with safe houses already, so we’re just working on divvying up the weapons and the teams. Then we’ll be moving out.”

She made a nod. “Give ‘em hell. I’ll help get things unloaded and then I’ll need to cut loose.”

 

[Darth Timoris]

[1/20]​

Objective: 1 – The Wedding
Location: Royal Palace
Allies: [member="Xander Blackmoore"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Darth Noxia"] | [member="Vengeance"] | [member="Darth Noxia"] | [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Enemies: Eventually…

Melori Raaf waved her invitation at the door. There was a possible irony that she was about to commit atrocities for the good of the One Sith using her family name – oh how her sisters would be disappointed. At least, she hoped they would.

She wore a simple but elegant gown of black organza – and was finally talked out of wearing a pair of trainers for comfort and instead wore a pair of her black ballet shoes. Her Black Rose tattoo was covered by make-up and she carried a small black Krayt Dragon hide clutch bag – which was just large enough for her to fit one of her sabers in and once inside, looked for some familiar faces. The last thing she wanted was small talk with someone other than an ally.

So she looked out for…Marcus Nichols…and wondered if that was his real name or an alias? She had a gentle smile painted on her face as she glanced around before recognising a group – and systematically nodded and agreed with passers-by when they shared the banality of endless comments about it being a joyous occasion or the happiest day. She grabbed a glass of something sparkling from a passing tray and took a sip. At least the vintage was good.

So she weaved her way past the guests and finally made her way to the group. “Marcus,” she said, “A pleasure to see you again.” Indeed he did look rather fetching in his sharp suit.

She removed a piece of imaginary fluff from his shoulder.