Cake and Daggers (OS Dominion of Mindabaal)

[Khallesh]

Khallesh had seen quite enough of the decadent ways of infidels. Her trip to visit the iBorg facility had been enough for a life time. However, the Master Shaper Jun Phaarth had been privy to far more extensive plans for Khallesh it seemed. She would rather have spent the last three weeks in an Embrace of Pain than studying infidel culture. However, Khallesh was nothing if not dedicated to the cause of the Yuuzhan Vong. If that entailed hours of study of foreign dialects, cultures and history then she would tackle the challenges put before her with the same fervour she brought to physical training. She reserved the right to despise it though. Recently she had taken to talking about how much she despised this task frequently and loudly, even if she chose her words wisely. To comment on how ridiculous their culture was could be acceptable, but if she seemed to be complaining about a task given to her or even questioning her orders, that could bring fatal repercussions.

Khallesh was far too broad to disguise herself as a human female easily, but an athletic appearance was relatively popular amongst Falleen noble females at the moment. A Gablith masquer had been fashioned to give her an appropriate appearance, and a backstory as a minor noble exploring the Galaxy had been created. Only recently [member="Willard Jamaane"] had pointed out that whilst foreign customs could appear confusing, failing to follow them was rarely as dangerous as breaking domain or caste protocol was to a Yuuzhan Vong. Despite wanting to forget that whole affair, Khallesh had come to realise this was the truth and was now well versed in local and Falleen noble etiquette.

Whilst Khallesh found the appearance of human’s quite repugnant, with their soft, squishy pink flesh and long noses she could almost appreciate the aesthetics of the reptilian species. Still it felt strange to have a skin unblemished by scar or tattoo.

The masquer was shaped to give her the appearance of being garbed in typically colourful and form-fitting Falleen regalia. Even though she could have appeared as a completely naked Falleen and still had her true form hidden, being without Vonduun Skerr Kyrric was what made her feel exposed. At least she didn’t have to wear one of the ridiculous fascinators or hats that seemed so popular with the human women. All she had was a simple set of cyan jewellery to match the theme of the wedding.

The Falleen were also known for displaying a cold demeanour and shunning public displays of emotion, which was another appealing aspect of the disguise. Two guests of the wedding from outside of the One Sith delegation had tried to engage her in conversation so far. She had maintained an aloof air and dismissed both quickly in a brusque fashion. Neither had seemed particularly surprised by this behaviour.

The young commander had a keen eyesight and sense of earing that was a result of a thousand generations of selective breeding and genetic manipulation to create exceptional scouts. She was keeping tabs on the locations of the various infiltrators, as well as carefully watching the guards at the event. She desperately, desperately, hoped the massacre would start soon. It she had to listen to one more sickly sweet complement, or watch a single further flirtatious gesture she was going to have to start murdering things just to prevent herself from heaving up.

Her amphistaff was lying entirely still just under the soil of a line of trees to one side of a row of fountains, impossibly to spot amongst the roots. Within her ooglith she had a snap bug and a razor bug. Of course her various escalations never left her entirely unarmed. Her fighting claws could snap free at a moment’s notice. Her left leg, sacrificed in her duel for control of Domain Val’s Warriors, had been remade. Within that new left foot was a pair of poisoned talons.

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

Whistling a little to herself, this was something Kaia didn’t realize she did. Her hands weren’t around the controls of a fighter, and her sniper rifle was slung over her shoulder, pulled from the armory on her way to the hangar. She probably had a date with a target soon. And she wanted to make sure that the Underground drop off went without a hitch. It meant securing some locations, and causing a distraction for the rest of the people.

And her, her non-slut-looking armor, and her sniper rifle, they would all do that perfectly well. It was more an issue of making sure she got to where she was going. She had her personal speeder bike and would be approaching that. “You are all good, then? Don’t need my help getting anywhere?” She looked to the man in charge as she gave her bike the once over. She would help them set up if she needed to, otherwise, she was going to bounce and go do her own thing.

Looking at the script, that was objective five.

Also looking at the script that meant destroying terrible hats. And maybe stunning her cousin, should the situation actually occur that her and her cousin, by some unfathomable chance were at the same planet at the same time looking at the same building and said cousin walked through her scope. Well, then it’d be simple. But she just wanted to cause a stir, then get here and get home.

All the while developing the Underground cell of… Sith Dominion world number 743.

 

[Sethra]

[2/20]

Objective: 5

Allies: Unknown

Enemies: Unknown



Byojrn sat down, so he could take some time to gather what little information he knew about the situation at hand. A brother of his told him that they.... were terminating someone? The details were not clear, but he went anyways, as he was a fool at the time. He sprinted back to the front gates, calmly changing his pace and walking out the large doors. He decided he would wait for action to come to him, not to search for it. He would wait for them​​ ​to​ start the fight, and he may have to decide who to side with, maybe? Yes...

That would be nice....

So there he stayed, but he hoped that he wasn't there for long. He took this time to ponder what he was even doing. Everyone else was laid back, drinking champagne, and here he was, thinking about who to kill, when to kill them, and why he was going to. Had he come to the wrong place? Surely not, as these were the exact directions as stated, but... he just didn't understand. Confusion flooded him, leaving him in a dazed state. He started to panic as he realized he may not belong here. And while he knew he didn't, had he made the wrong decision anyways?

He watched as a few more people entered the palace gates. Some looked at him, nudging themselves in the opposite direction. He was a monster, he knew that. But he wanted to be more than that. He wanted to be important. Instead, he was terrifying children and giving parents heart attacks. He might as well be saying, Oh​, here, take this thought of a seven foot reptile tearing you apart into your dreams. And oh, here's your heart, I didn't realize I snatched it up.

More waiting now, he​​ thought to himself. Every so often he would hear laughs or hollers from inside the palace walls. If he knew what they were doing, maybe he would be able to join them...

As he came back to the front of the palace, he thought it was best to wait here until this big event went on. Someone grabbed his thin arm, but he didn't seem to notice, walking back and forth around the palace gates. The man became agitated, and began to yell at him. As he couldn't understand, he cocked his head to the side. He stomped inside, storming out of sight. So there he waited, once again.

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[Darth Ferus]

[1/20]
Objective: 1. Wedding Bells.
Location: Royal Palace.
Allies: [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Enemies: The Groom.​

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It was interesting to the Sith Lord. He was here for one single reason.​

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To act the roll of a father.​

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Slowly he would take the arm of his daughter, his golden gaze glancing over the halls. He was dressed in a formal tux, his hair slicked back to play the part. Of course, he wasn't the oldest looking person, so much so that it wasn't even clear he would be a farther of even a child, let alone a full grown woman. But with a wide smile he stepped forward, leading Ophidia down the isle to play his part.​

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Soon the slaughter could begin.​

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[2/20]
Objective: 1. Wedding Bells.
Location: Royal Palace.
Allies: All the pretty Sithies.
Enemies: High heels.

When [member="Darth Ferus"] stepped up to guide her, the aisle was cleared to give room. Under her veil, she raised her eyebrow at her former master, currently acting as a father, and his unfortunate delay. People had passed her, which would have been very awkward if it was not for the sheer size of the stone archway leading into the great hall. While she was lead up the aisle, she gave one or two court nods to either side of the aisle, both to the groomed Sith and the Groom’s family and associates. However, her eyes set on the groom at the front, who was anxiously shifting his weight back and forth on his feet. His best man stood by his side, eyes buried deep in a cleavage on the Bride’s side of the aisle. Good signs all around.

Arriving at the Altar, Ophidia was released from the hand of her “father” and took the hand of her husband to be. Standing next to him on the steps of the aisle, her veil was lifted to show her face. Even to those who knew her, she was difficult to recognise under the expertly placed makeup which gave her a far more innocent appearance, without taking away her regal posture. Even her eyes were by careful manipulation of light, making them appear a deep brown rather than a smouldering red. She looked from the Crown Prince to [member="Xander Blackmoore"] and smiled, a gesture of thanks for his aid in setting them up. Then, her eyes turned back on the Prince. Looking at him, she traced a finger through his dark curls in an affectionate manner, and as she did, she crumbled his will to resist her charms. Her fingers then traced down his shoulder before she corrected the gem on his chest. The Groom returned the affectionate gesture with a light stroke of his fingers over the side of her face, then both turned to the King and Queen, who stood waiting to begin the ceremony.

Spoiler

OOC: I apologise for the awkward delay. I will hurry this boring part ahead.

 

[Aidan Moonrunner]

[1/20]
Objective: Obj. 1 Look pretty and be supportive.
Location: Royal palace.
Allies: Da Sith
Enemies: Boredom and dresses.

To say that the Acolyte was uncomfortable was a vast understatement. Nox hated dresses with a passion, and yet here she was, dolled up in a long white dress with flowers in her hand and her hair tied back. She was here for two reasons: Support her Master and when the time came, kill everyone. Personally, she could not wait for the second part to begin.​

Nox sighed as her eyes scanned the hall, wanting nothing more than to reach for the weapons hidden under her dress and spill royal blood, but knew she just had to be patient.​

Be patient, and eventually death would rear it's beautiful head.​

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After what seemed like an eternity to the acolyte, [member="Darth Ophidia"] walked down the aisle with [member="Darth Ferus"]. She kept herself from shouting in excitement, and simply gave an encouraging nod as she passed.​

When her Master reached the front, Nox's grip tightened on the flowers in her hand.​

Soon. Very soon, and the palace floor would be slick with life nectar.​

 

[Khallesh]

“And it was hardly the day to be wearing such formal wear,” the ambassador blathered on.

“No I can imagine,” Khallesh replied. I want to break your fingers, one by one.

“Still I managed to keep my poise. We Onderions are good at dealing with hardship. I smiled throughout the whole ceremony!”

“I’m sure it was a lovely occasion,” Khallesh agreed with a smile. I want to slit you from ear to ear and leave you smiling to the grave.

“I must admit I find the cyan a bit gaudy,” the middle aged ambassador carried on. “Your own dress is a lovely shade, I must say!” he said. The human wore a ring on the digit that Khallesh believed indicated marriage, but his eyes lingered on her exposed midriff. “So are you attending the event on…”

“Shh, it’s the bride,” Khallesh interrupted suddenly. Thank the Twin Gods. Soon I can remove your head from your shoulders you filthy hedonistic excuse for a lifeform. Her hands fingers clenched tight, her heart beat started to speed up. It wouldn’t be long now.

 

[Sethra]

From outside the palace gates, Byojrn caught a glimpse of two people walking side by side. One of them wore a dark robe, unveiling it, while the other wore a casual tux. He saw one or two people acting quite giddy, and this he knew the reason for. He readied himself, getting into a stance, keeping his neck low, and pulled his legs back. They were getting ready to commence the slaughter of the royal family.​

 

[Judah Lesan]

[4/20]
Objective: Attend the Royal Wedding
Allies: [member="Darth Noxia"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Darth Azurea"] |nDarth Ophidia
Enemies: N/A

"I have no idea what you mean, men like me," he smirked, a rather amused look on his face. He made a small gesture of a stab wound to his heart before letting out a slight chuckle. Xander returned her wink with a playful glint in his eye. Yes, this very well could prove to be a robust evening after all.

Naturally he followed as she left him to greet her friends. Xander knew them only casually. [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] he had not had the pleasure of working with and only knew him by reputation. The woman on his arm, however, this was the third time he had the pleasure of working with her. Uncertain of who would be watching, Vizios offered a slight nod to the Togruta by way of greeting. His eyes then fell to [member="Darth Azurea"], and taking her hand, he kissed the top of it lightly before releasing it.

"A pleasure to see you both here at such a lovely occasion. I see the bride's escort has just arrived, and we must make haste to our seats. I am certain the reception shall provide more than enough time for us to be better acquainted. In fact, I am most looking forward to it," he turned to his date and smiled, "Oh, and naturally the dancing."

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

Objective: [member="Sage Bane"] - Date Night, mingle
Location:
Allies: @Darth Pyrrhus @Darth Azurea @Vengeance @Darth Noxia [member="Darth Vizios"] @Sethra @Animus Malgus
Enemies: None........the 'truth'

"Hey, what's your name gorgeous?" The chiss waiter flashed his red-eyes at her dressed-up form and offered her the tray that held glasses of bubbling champagne. The young Starchaser had wandered away from Sage's side for one moment and she was already getting hit on. Too-blue eyes panned around the room of unfamiliars, catching the eye of [member="Animus Malgus"] with a smile before returning to the waiter. At least he was a familiar face in addition to Sage's in this sea of dignitaries and other One Sith members.

When Sage pitched the idea of going out during some big to-do wedding thing, the 18-year-old jumped at the chance. But she still didn't get it. What were a bunch of One Sith members doing with all these stuffy-types at a fancy shin-dig like this? Did the bride or groom have ties to this major governing body?

The charming smile of the waiter brought Kins out of her inner thoughts.

"Kinsey Starchaser," she scooped up two glasses.

The Chiss tipped his chin. "Well Miss Kinsey Starchaser, I'm Al Roker. Don't judge. It's a nickname." He winked.

Kinsey raised her brows and glanced over her shoulder, as if she could feel Sage's honey-brown eyes searching for her.

"Two champagne glasses. Someone like you. You probably came here with someone, huh?"

"I-uh, yes...,"

"Well, if he or she ever treats you like schutta, here's my comm number." With one hand, Al smoothly took her arm and began gently writing his digits on the skin of her hand with a marker. Very old school.

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

Spoiler

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KfM5WSYilMg

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Someone was going to have to change the tide. And if she could run interference? The little Strachaser that could knew that she needed to. It would distract them from whatever was going on. Sure, she could hope that just letting the Sith sit would be enough, but with this breed of hippie Sith that worked together? Just hoping they killed themselves off wasn’t going to be enough. That meant she needed to get out there, she needed to change the norm. Starchaser was going to make her presence known.

Getting on her swoop, she nodded to the leader of the NPC party. They were fine, they were moving the pallets and towing them into the city. The Rebels were watching where the Sith were, and that was good enough for Kaia. She figured that anyone who was moving would be contacted if the Sith decided to not just watch another get married for some really terrible reason.

Well, all marriages were terrible. But for power? To be the Princess of some no named world? It wasn’t even worth it. The dark haired girl checked her armor, making sure it was all suited to her. She had her lightsaber, an actual Jedi, unlike her father, she used it. And she had her sniper rifle. That would hopefully do some damage.

It was corrupt she was looking for. The Sith. She was not going to harm innocents, she wasn’t going to bring innocents in, but if she could get faces… She could tell her father. With Kinsey having gone missing and the Darkness swallowing the galaxy, she knew she was going to need to talk to him. They were going to need the full brunt of the Dawn Treader, the Warbirds, and anyone they could get their hands on.

Could she, a lowly little Starchaser, unite peoples? The Covenant? The Underground? The Omega Pyre? Could she pull these groups together, and focus them on destroying the dark side?

Someone needed to, why not her? Right… now where was this pagan wedding happening?

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

[3/20]
Objective: Attend the Royal Wedding
Location: Royal Palace
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Darth Noxia"] [member="Darth Vizios"]
Enemies: None

The human and Togruta couple were not alone for long. Darth Noxia approached with Xander Blackmoore who Azurea had met before on Taloraan and on Korriban. She only knew Darth Noxia from training or a holo message now and then, but knew that Tanek was very fond of her as a ground Commander as well as a Sith Loyalist. She was blonde, attractive and radiant, which no doubt added to her appeal.

Darth Azurea rose from the table to greet the pair and said, “Thank you, Darth Noxia. Your beauty here tonight is unrivaled.” She turned to Xander Blackmoore, now going by Darth Vizios and raised her hand so that he could kiss the top of it in a formal greeting. The former-Jedi and the once-King had gotten off to a rocky start with a handful of thorny words exchanged on Taloraan, but he had been nothing but cordial to her ever since – in fact, quite helpful in the Valley of the Dark Lords on Korriban. She would mirror that goodwill, until she felt it necessary to challenge him again. But hopefully there would be no other occasion for her claws to come back out.

Certainly not on such a festive occasion. The couple in front of her positively beamed at each other and appeared to be enjoying each other’s company. As Darth Azurea sat back down, she put a hand on Pyrrhus’s arm and watched as seats were taken, the audience awaiting breathlessly for what was about to come next.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

[3/20]
Allies: [member="Darth Vizios"]
Enemies: [member="Kaia Starchaser"]

As an assassin, Lord Ajihad knew the importance of keeping himself unseen in the force. Therefore, no matter where he went or what he was doing, his presence in the Force would always be shrunk down to the size of an atom. Otherwise, any decent force-user would be able to detect him. Not only his location would become known to them, but also the fact that he was a darksider. Therefore, nobody would be able to currently figure out who and where he was using the force. However, it wasn't a double-edged sword. Though he himself could not be detected, he could sense others just like normal.

As he looked through the glass into the plaza below, something disturbed him. It was nothing he saw, but something he sensed. Among the many darkside signatures he felt from below, there was something else. This new presence he felt wasn't dark and twisted like the rest. No, this one was bright and pure, like a candle in a sea of dark. This was the force signature of a Jedi.

The Miraluka Sith Knight closed his eyes, instead relying on the force for his sight. He looked around, and finally spotted the bright light in the distance. His mystical vision would zip past buildings, structures, and the like to finally hover about the young lightsider. He confirmed her status as a Jedi by seeing the lightsaber at her hip, and was surprised by the rifle on her back. He returned to his normal means of vision, opening his eyes. The Sith assassin frowned. Was she just here by coincidence? Did she know the Sith were here? Given the sniper rifle, it seemed like so...

He grabbed his comlink, and spoke through a channel that would relay a message to his master's comlink, if he had it on him. "This is the Demon's Fist. Confirmed Jedi in the city. Armed with a lightsaber and a rifle." He looked down a Vizios through his scope, to look for a reaction indicating he had received Ajihad's message.

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: Wedding Bells
Location: Palace
Allies: [member="Darth Timoris"]
Enemies: Time and Rejection
[2/20]

Hearing his name he turned a million kilowatt smile crossing his lips as he saw Melori approach.

"Melori the pleasure his all mine."

When she got close enough to him he reached out wrapping an arm around her his hand going to the small of her back. He placed a light kiss on her cheek.

"You look absolutely breath taking as always." "I was worried you were going to be late." "Then again you do know how to make a memorable entrance my dear."

He smiled at her his hand lingering at the small of her back a minute longer than had been necessary for the kiss before he pulled it away. In her presence a forced happiness while convincing seemed to almost morph into a geniune one beign so close to her. He smirked at the though that the only time they managed to see each other was before a massacre.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[2/20]​

Objective: 1 – The Wedding
Location: Royal Palace
Allies: [member="Vengeance"]
Enemies: Eventually…

She saw him smile at her presence and chose not to object when he put his hand in the small of her back. She didn’t even object to the kiss on the cheek – it was oddly chivalrous as opposed to animalistic and she found she approved.

“You look every inch a gentleman yourself,” she retorted – given appearances can be very, very deceptive. She gave him a once over and wondered here he’d stashed his light-saber. No, not there – you’re way ahead of me!

And she failed to complain when he left his hand on her body not for a few seconds too long but a whole minute.

“This reminds me of the last time we met,” she said, laughing softly. “Oh what a fun time we had then. Less alcohol, I grant you,” she said as she held out a hand and a passing waiter pressed a stem into her palm, “But the same delicious promise.”

She turned her back on him but leaned in to his body, taking in the same view he had. “So, when does it all happen?”

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[3/20]
Objective: 1. Wedding Bells.
Location: Royal Palace.
Allies: All the pretty Sithies.
Enemies: Ceremony.

As the King rose, the guests would quiet down. His voice called out over the crowd. King Janus Andupaar III of Mindabaal was an aged man, but his voice was powerful and resounding. He had practiced his speech craft for decades and reaped from it, a voice that carried evenly throughout the entire hall, even without electronic amplifications. His arms raised themselves at his sides as if for an embrace. It was an ancient sign to signify a speech for a joyous occasion. To the Crown Prince and all the people of Mindabaal, it as a sanctioning of the marriage.

“We have all gathered here to honour and celebrate an historic event, and more importantly, a story of Love. I present to you, my son and only heir: Crown Prince Donovan Andupaar IV - The light of his mother’s eye, and the pride of my heart- and his Betrothed: Maica Taugris of Rattatak, whom I hereby dub to Duchess Maica of Mindbaal.”

An obligatory cheer went through the crowd of nobility and fortunate as the Bride was made official part of the nobility, thus further legitimising her marriage to the Crown Prince. The Pale woman smiled and bowed her head in gratitude to the most gracious king. She and the Crown Prince both put their hands on the glowing orb she had cradled on her ceremonial walk, and extended it toward the King. King Janus gripped it with both hands and held it firmly as the couple faced each other. Once more the King spoke.

“All who live need, deserve and indeed long for Love. This is why we celebrate this union as a triumph over temptation. These two young and promising individuals now merge into one: One heart; one soul; one family. Speak your vows.”

Tension rose within the couple as the speeches were ending and the vows were soon to be spoken. Soon, the next link in the line of Kings and Queens would be forged.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: 1, Try not to creep out my Acolyte [member="Kinsey Starchaser"]
Location: Royal Palace
Allies: [member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Lord Sebastian"] [member="Darth Noxia"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Darth Timoris"] [member="Khallesh "][member="Byojrn Zurael"] [member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Vengeance"]
Enemies: Chiss waiters named Al Roker

Sage was broken from his reverie for a moment as a pupil approached. He smiled at Animus Malgus, the apprentice who had been showing exemplary progress lately, growing in leaps and bounds.

"Nice day for a wedding, isn't it Acolyte Malgus?" Sage said with a knowing grin. However happy he was to see Animus, the Sith Lord's face held an edge of distraction. He conversed with Malgus, but continued to cast his gaze around the room in search of his missing apprentice. Ah, there she was, with a Chiss servant who was admiring her form a bit too closely for Sage's liking.

Although Kinsey didn't seem to notice, Sage was watching the entire exchange between the Chiss servant and his apprentice. His apprentice. A palatable hatred filled the air. He wasn't usually the jealous type. For example, when he courted Sitara Qin, he had been all too happy to hear about her many exploits. Knight Qin loved to kiss and tell, and had a steady stream of lovers in and out of her bed. Oddly, there was something his relationship with Kinsey that was different. He spent a couple of moments imagining the blue-skinned man dangling over a sarlaac pit, or hanging upside-down in a Yuuzhan Vong Embrace of Pain. A seductive cruelty whispered to him, begging him to give in to its delicacies.

Just as Mister Roker finished marking up his Acolyte's hand with a comm number did Sage slink up behind Kinsey. He wrapped his arms around his apprentice and nuzzled his face into her neck. His hand closed over hers and pulled it upwards so that her palm faced him, the number quickly committed to his memory.

"Exchanging your number with strange men?" he asked, with a wicked glint in his eye. "Perhaps you can help me decide his fate."

For example, should I flay off all of his skin and drop him in a vat of acid? Or should I freeze his conscious body in carbonite to regret his decisions for the rest of his immovable life?

Decisions, decisions.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[1/20]
Objective: 1. Wedding Bells, maybe some training.
Location: Royal Palace.
Allies: [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Ruby Wilded"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Gnosi"]
Enemies: The Groom.

Murder and mayhem. They were close, so deliciously close. Ophidia simply had to marry the groom, and the slaughter, the glorious slaughter, could begin. Golden eyes widened with an unnatural joy as he scanned about the many people soon to die. Die? Death? A joyous grin spread over his features as he awaited the beginning of their end. Yes, they would all die, and he could use that. Alchemy. Perhaps he could show more his blood magics. Yes! That was it. He would train people using the blood here today. Two birds, one stone.

​It was genius!

But no, not yet. No, he must remain calm. He can't begin until the signal. But where was that blasted signal. Impatiently he looked over to his 'daughter' his foot tapping as he waited.

He wanted to kill now.

 

[Rapax]

[1/20]
Objective: 1. Wedding Bells, maybe some training.
Location: Royal Palace.
Allies: Darth Ophidia Sage Bane Ruby Wilded Lord Ajihad Animus Malgus Darth Erebos Gnosi
Enemies: The Groom.

Naga took the form of a standard human enjoying the party he kept his weapons concealed while he walked around enjoying the party for the proper time to begin killing. The urge to fight was strong he used all of his might to keep him self from simply ripping out the heart of the near by guests but he knew there was a plan in the making a plan that he does not wish to destroy so he waited for his moment to attack.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

[1/20]
Objective 1
Location: Royal Palace
Allies: Sith
Enemies: The Groom, Wedding Party

The constant taps of polished leather boots impacting on the ground echoed throughout the hall as a tall Zabrak strode through at a quick pace. Said Zabrak was Xavka Duquo, Apprentice to Darth Ophidia and a member of the Sith Assassins, even as he, personally, considered himself as a more Neutral Dark. He, like many other Siths, had come to the Royal Palace on Mindabaal for the wedding of his Master to the Prince. Of course, not everything was as it seemed as the whole event was a means to an end, the control of Mindabaal.

Xavka was currently dressed in what looked to be military dress uniform. A grey, leather trench coat with a military insignias stitched onto the right breast and left arm and badges to show, a false, rank were placed on the right breast above where a fake name was on view, "McCallum". On the shoulders of the coat were metal pads. Underneath the coat was a simple grey dress shirt with a white, high collar and a black stripe going down the centre that looked to be a tie and continued down to mid thigh where it tapered into a waistcoat look. Onto of the shirt was a leather belt. Going with the shirt were grey trousers with the odd black line reaching across them. On his feet were black, leather boots. Hanging from his waist was a sheath containing a sword and one arm of the coat and shirt, the left to be precise, hung loose and empty.

Approaching the doors to the Hall, Xavka began to prepare to wield the Force as he caught sight of the guards. "Halt!" They barked out the command as soon as he had come within twenty metres of them and levelled their blaster rifles at him, despite this Xavka kept walking. "Hey! If you want to enter, you must disarm yourself!" Again, Xavka ignored them and continued to advance, his hearing picking up the slight sound of the Blaster Rifles being charged. "Sir! This is your last warning! Continue to approach without disarming will be taken as a threat!"

It was now that he acted. Using the ability that he had been taught upon become the Sith Assassin Sin of Sloth, Xavka ben the Force around the guards to a severe level. Slowly the minds of the Guards began to slow as he used the ability he called Force Slow to reduce the speed of neuron flares within the brains of the Guards. Eventually he had done it enough that it would take the Guards and hour to react to what they would normally react to in less than a second.

Smirking at the Guards, Xavka straightened his posture and entered the room with confidence just as Darth Ferus began to walk his Master down the aisle. His plan was to act like he was military, a friend of the bride, that had come in his Dress Uniform and that his very real sword was a ceremonial one only. Hiding the truth in plain view could sometime be very effective. Slinking into the crowd so as to mix, Xavka suppressed a smirk of anticipation for what was to come.


Xavka's Outfit:

Spoiler

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