Cake and Daggers (OS Dominion of Mindabaal)

[Shaddi]

[1/20]
Objective: 1. Wedding Bells, maybe some training. 5
Location: Royal Palace.
Allies: [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Ruby Wilded"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Gnosi"] [member="Darth Ferus"]
Enemies: no one.
Gear: Formal overcoat, Formal wear, His lightsaber, Tonka Amulet.

1 hour before the proceedings
T'zanith had been mingling with the guests of the weeding before the whole affair had started and had begun to speak with a very intelligent young woman. He hadn't gotten her title but he had gotten her name. Aurora Andupaar, the last name rang a bell but he couldn't place his finger on it, or rather her company was so refreshing that he didn't really care. He wore a formal overcoat belaying a military rank of some esteem, the one sith insignia on the right sleeve didn't seem to scare the young woman away like the other attendees.
Under the formal overcoat was a ceremonious suit which in the chest pocket held his Lightsaber, safely tucked away from view. Around his neck hung the illustrious purple Corsuca gemed tonka amulet. His white long hair was combed back and held in place with an intricately woven blindfold, belaying that he was a miralukan. Something that seemed to interest Aurora immensely, or rather it seemed like something she was using to start up the conversation with T'zanith.
"So tell me how is it to see with the force?" She said moving her fingers up to his face, awaiting his consent which he gave, and then running them along his eyes. "I thought Miralukans didn't have eyes?" She then said a bit surprised to feel the eyes under the blindfold. "Well it brings somethings to light but also tends to make other things harder to see." He replied to the first question before he answered the next one. "Yes normally Miralukans don't have eyes but you see my father was a Miralukan and I inherited my force sight from him, my mother on the other hand well the only thing I know of my mother is that she belonged to a race called the Sephi. That is were I get my eyes, and my ears." He said with a smile as he felt her fingers move from his eyes to his ears and from there, curious to T'zanith, moved to his jaw line and down his neck before she moved her hand back.
"My, my mister Zebron you are full of surprises." She said, her voice a velvet smoky voice, a complementing contrast to T'zaniths own husky yet silvery voice. She leaned up against him and placed her hand against his chest, too close to his lightsaber for his tastes. She giggled slightly and moved her hand over his Lightsaber, before he could take her hand away, but it was only there for a moment before she moved it up to his shoulder. His mind was trying to formulate a contingency plan to her finding his lightsaber before suddenly she leaned in and whispered into his ear. "Come with me~"
If T'zanith had proper eyes they'd be wide at that moment as the woman placed her index finger against his jaw line and dragged it to the end of his chin and flicked against it. She then walked away from him, moving her hips in an overt manner of seduction for him. The few nobles around them seemed very displeased by her display but didn't make a fuss.
He was dumb struck, given his young age and isolation during most of his life, he wasn't prepared or even used to being seduced or any attention that was like what Aurora had given him. It interested him, immensely, and with a focused expression he turned his lips to a subtle smile as he walked after her.

40 minutes before the proceedings
For an hour he had played a little cat and mouse game with Aurora, moving from corridor to corridor, getting the occasional touch there a near kiss from her there. It all ended though when he saw her sneak into a room and followed after her into it. There she was standing against a large table with her hands on either side of her, her posture open and inviting. "So tell me how do Sith seduce?" She then said with a playful yet a little seductive smirk.
"Oh and what makes you think I'm sith?" He said with a smirk as he crossed his arms and looked at her. "Well this kind of gave it away~" She said as she pulled out his gross guard lightsaber from behind her and ignited it for a brief moment. T'zanith's face turned from a playful smirk to a serious one and with a wave of his hand he brought his Lightsaber to his hand and then with a simply gesture of his head she was brought into the air and pinned against the wall.
What surprised T'zanith was the fact she laughed a little and let out a near moan when she hit the wall and was pinned against it with the force. "Mhn~ Is this how you sith seduce?" She said almost like she was turned on by his display of power. He however didn't give her anything but a raised eyebrow as he placed his saber on the table and then walked towards her. With a simple gesture he brought her into the air in front of him, his hand moved to gently grip her jaw as he brought her up in front of his face, close enough for his breath to wash over her skin in a gentle breath. He could feel it emanate from her, she was excited and she squirmed in his powerful force grip. "Now what my lord~" She then said her tone so seductive he began to think they might just as well already be in bed.
It was at that moment that T'zanith thought 'kark it, will be better than to sit through a boring reception.' He then let her go and she jumped him and pinned him against the table, her fingers deftly moving into his clothes.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[4/20]
Objective: 1. Wedding Bells.
Location: Royal Palace.
Allies: All the pretty Sithies.
Enemies: Ceremonies.

The Prince extended his hands as he took initiative to speak.

“Maica, you came into my life like a revelation. Like the first light of day, your presence broke the fog and allowed me to see clearly for the first time. I knew then, as I know now. I can see none other by my side.”

A ring was passed to him, electrum decorated with bright blue stones.

“So let me be your candle in the darkness, the cup to your wine, and the home in which you seek refuge when the cold night sets in. I vow to give you all that I am, and all that is mine, now and always.”

The Ring was set on her finger and applause rippled through the crowd once more as if on cue. Next, the Bride would answer.

“Donovan, you fill the emptiness in my life. In your presence, darkness has no hold in me. You are my purpose and my reason. And at your side I will never go wanting for another."

As it had with the Prince, ring was passed her way. Hers was of electrum as well, but with less stones. However, it was engraved with an intricate pattern of vines.

“As you are my shelter, I will be your hearth. As you are my cup, I shall be your wine. As you are my candle, let me light your fire so that we may always see the light.”

The King raised the luminescent orb over his head as the couple leaned in for the final gesture: A kiss. Internally, Ophidia was gagging, but she had to keep up the act. Their lips met, and in more than a peck. It was a kiss in perfect mixture of passion and prudence. As soon as their lips parted and their eyes opened. The luminescent ball was thrown down onto the stone steps in a resounding crash. The air filled with jubilation, cheer, wine and confetti.

The Bride and Groom smiled out towards the crowd and cameras while embracing one-another. Intenrally Ophidia knew the party was about to turn. The doors were closing slowly and music was set. Before the slaughter, they would dance and they (the guests preferably) would drink. The signal was yet to be sounded and knives were yet to be drawn. However, the hour of bloodshed was approaching. The Pale Assassin had picked her targets. While she needed the Groom alive for a legitimate claim, she would dispose of the King and Queen personally. Not a shred of her contemplation showed on the Bride’s pearly white smile. Her eyes remained the image of innocence in their deep brown colour.

In a bustle of servants and automatics, the Great Hall quickly turned from a ceremony to a feast. Tables were brought forth with such an astounding variety of food that one could probably only ever sample half of it. The finest chefs Mindabaal had to offer truly outdid themselves in order to dish up the most exquisite meal the guests had ever laid on their tongues. Refreshments were brought out in abundance and music was set to play as people assumed seats and ordered servants to fetch the desired dishes and wine.

 

[Rapax]

[2/20]
Objective: 1. Wedding Bells.
Location: Royal Palace.
Allies: all of the OS
Enemies: Ceremonies.

Naga observed the prince in his announcement naga smirked abit knowing that the time to strike was near. He kept his patience which was not an easy thing to do for him but given the work he put him self through he has to learn it. He looked up at the happy couple and pictured them as bloody corpses on the floor. Naga enjoyed crashing weddings it brought a certain amusement to him that he was going to make the happiest day in the grooms life his last.....at least they can die happy....

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

Spoiler

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zx06XNfDvk0

You can always go downtown,
When you’ve got the Sith, a rifle and a lightsaber,
Seems to help, I know, downtown

Just listen to the cries of the innocent in the city.
Linger on the sidewalk where the pillage aren’t so pretty.

Downtown

During a Sith wedding, that was when this was occurring? Kaia didn’t know that. Kaia didn’t really care. She was here to do one thing. Let her people get out there, into the city, to help move the crates of firearms into the population, and set themselves up as a swoop gang. That would all take some time, but going to ground? The second they got in the streets, the Underground members would trash their clothes, buy from thrift stores and blend in. The bikes would be stereotypical for Mindabaal, and the Sith would have to start toruting the whole city in order to get to them.

Granted, they probably got off on that, but whatever. She had places to be, and people to snipe. They were meeting… somewhere, right? That was the report. The Sith were together. Maybe she could find what happened to Kinsey, and Setzi. And if they were there, and looked… comfortable? Her task would be to end them. They were on the side of the Sith? Their lives were both forfeit.

Of course, Kaia wasn’t going to be nearly as destructive as the Rebel Alliance. That was why she brought her sniper rifle, see? All she needed to do was find the spot. Do the sight seeing, and if she had the chance? Take a shot.

So go downtown,
Things will be great when you’re downtown
Don’t wait a minute more, downtown
Everything is waiting for you, downtown

 

[Komo]

[4/20]
Objective 1 : Attend Royal Wedding
Location: Royal Palace
Allies: [member="Darth Vizios"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]

Greta chuckled at her date's retort as he casually denied not knowing what she meant. "Oh, I'm sure you do, and I bet that playful smirk has charmed many a girl." Xander had seen fit to return her wink with an equally mischievous glint in his eye, confirming her suspicions that he was just playing around.

As she introduced Xander to the pair, he greeted them in kind, being ever the gracious dates that he was. Xander here, seemed to want to be acquainted with just about every attractive female there was, it seemed as he mentioned about the much needed occasion for such a get-together between the two couples.

His attention was turned back to her as he mentioned the dancing. Smiling warmly at him, the blonde would return his comment with a alluring reply of her own. "Ah, dancing. Oh yes, I do dance very well." Ending their conversation with nothing but a sultry wink of an eye, Greta would move back towards her seat after whispering a fond adieu to her friends as the bride entered the area with her escort.

The King would give his speech, lengthy like all monarchs, followed by the wedding vows and oaths by the wedding couple. Anyone watching the blonde would simply see her smiling happily at the couple, unaware that she would be an active participant of the wonderful tragedy that was about to happen.

The main event was about to start. It wouldn't be long now.
The whole world would see it unfold.

 

[Judah Lesan]

[5/20]
Objective: Attend the Royal Wedding
Allies: [member="Darth Noxia"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Enemies: N/A


How Xander despised speeches. Were the King and Queen not already claimed by Ophidia, Xander would reach into the King's heart with the force and turn it to dust with a thought. To the crowd it would seem as though the King had a heart attack in that moment, but Xander would know, and Ophidia would too. The only solace was the interruption from his shadow. The apprentice of his certainly did keep a good eye on everything.

"Monitor the Jedi's movements. If they move to interrupt our little happy gala, kill them."

The telepathic link provided room for Xander to answer without anyone knowing where [member="Lord Ajihad"] was. He truly was a good little pet.

Blue eyes turned to look at his [member="Darth Noxia"] as the vows were exchange, a facade given as those words truly meant nothing to the dark heart of the Sith Monarch. Greta was beautiful however, and her sultry flirting only pulled his own lips to a smile. Though it was certainly put toward thoughts of what may come after much dancing. His mind eased into hers as the whole exchange was quite dull to him.

"So this dancing you were referring to, is it the upright kind?"

The question was bold, and very forward, for a man of his station, but Xander was also Sith, and cared nothing for propriety as he used to. He was not a modest man in the slightest. The question may shock the woman, it may not. Her flirting did make him more bold, and rather suggestive, but that was also him. Only one had managed to earn his faithfulness, but she had also been his wife. That was 820 years ago, many lifetimes passed.

"I find our purpose for being here quite exhilarating."

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: Wedding Bells
Location: Palace
Allies: [member="Darth Timoris"]
Enemies: Time and Rejection
[3/20]

He chuckled when she mentioned the last time they were together.

"You mean the last time you teased me mericlessly with the one thing I want more than anything else and then sent me home to a cold shower?"

He smirked at her giving her a playful wink.

"He looks like the we should probably find our seats." "Once the vows are exchanged then the reception can begin." "You do know how much I look forward to a party." "However it would be rude to indulge before the bride has had the first bite."

As the ceremony started he made his way towards two open seats being a gentleman and helping Melori take her seat first before sitting down himself.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[3/20]​

Objective: Wedding Bells
Location: Palace
Allies: [member="Vengeance"]
Enemies: Straying hands, impatience

“I don’t remember any teasing,” she replied. “And did you really have a cold shower? Alone? What a waste.” She smiled at him. Any other time, any other place and they could have so much fun here today. But she was here for business.

She didn’t glory in death. Those assembled were unworthy and served no purpose in life. It was a lesson she was slowly learning. Better to use people than kill them. As long as their service served a purpose.

But sometimes death was all that they deserved. Or a message needed to be sent. Melori had no qualms about such things. Genocide she struggled to comprehend — or at least the why of it. But hers was not to reason why. Hers was to do…or die.

So she brought herself back to the here and now. And she caught sight of a smirk. Oh how she wanted to remove that look. But the impending silence was not a good back-drop to what she would no doubt do, so she followed him to the seats that had been reserved for them.

As she sat and while there was a general hubbub of noise, she leaned in. “So…monogamy, it’s pros and cons.”

His answer would prove enlightening.

 

[Khallesh]

Khallesh had come to understand how important food and drink were to the infidels. It was part of their culture, with endless rituals and ceremonies. It was vital to their social structures, as well as a means of displaying wealth and position. To the Yuuzhan Vong, it was merely a necessary function. So whilst she understood what was happening around her, and could feign her part in proceedings, she was always an outsider observing rather than truly participating.

She had been seated with foreign nobles of similar status. In hindsight, she should have taken the role of an individual of lower standing. Though she feigned ignorance through youth a noble was expected to understand the systems in place across the Galaxy. They were varied and complex and she had not had the time to study them all.

A tapani noble gentleman, who clearly thought himself quite dashing, was taking great pleasure in describing the duelling traditions of his people. Perhaps in this instance feigning ignorance was being seen as an opportunity to talk to her at greater length. That was unfortunate for them both. She had no interest in listening to the self-interested fool, but by describing his great skill and duelling record he had marked himself as her first target.

“So they tested it had been deactivated when I entered, it’s purely decorative,” he droned on, whilst holding out an intricately decorated cylinder. “But a Tapani noble wouldn’t be seen dead without a lighfoil. Would you like to hold it and take a closer look?” he asked.

Khallesh took a small sip of wine, once again reflecting on how she was unable to discern the quality. I am going to garrotte you with your own intestines. “Why of course!” she replied enthusiastically. A human noble from Eriadu starred at Khallesh with eyes like daggers. She was potentially of an age with the Tapani, which probably explained it. Still, it would be satisfying to pop those eyes out.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[5/20]
Objective: 1. Wedding Bells -> CAKE!
Location: Royal Palace.
Allies: All the pretty Sithies.
Enemies: Corsets.

The couple sat down for their feast and the hall filled with the hustle and bustle of conversation. Toasts were raised in all sorts of honours, and the occasional attempt at a speech and toast was held. Politicians and great tradesmen stood up and sat down, raised their glasses, drank and had them refilled. With each glass of wine served, the mirth increased and as such did the volume as well. The Bride and Groom were served a lavish meal while bombarded with questions and salutations from either side.

“Oh you look so beautiful my child!” “How does it feel, Duchess?” “When are you expecting?” “Oh Your Majesty!” “For great fortune” “For everlasting love” “For the future of Mindabaal”

She could only smile and reply in brief politeness before another question was thrown her way. Between questions, she got a few sparse bites of some sort of poultry; she had not had time to discern which of the countless dishes it really was amidst all the questions, comments and ceremony.

“Thank you Minister” “Amazing, your grace” “We a-“The future of Mindabaal indeed.

-A court nod and a raised cup as she tried to put some food in her mouth to excuse herself from the questions. She had hardly even had time to touch most of the plate before it was taken away and glasses were raised. As the Bride, she had to drink in the toasts, yet she needed to keep a level head for the tasks to come. As one dish disappeared, another was set before her. Fish? She could not really tell, but the smell was quite… distinct.

“Duchess, you must eat this, it will be good for your fertility” “B-““Here!”

What disgraces she had to endure. The food was practically stuffed into her mouth and all she could do was to eat it. Soon...

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: Wedding Bells
Location: Palace
Allies: [member="Darth Timoris"]
Enemies: Time and Rejection
[4/20]

He knew he was playing with fire when it came to Melori. He knew and he didn't care. He would gladly burn and wear it like a trophy. He chuckled at her question even as his heart raced at the prospect the question implied.

"There is only one reason to not consider monogamy."

Even as he spoke over the noise everything thing eerily quiet to him.

"It is a question of satisfactions." "Mental and physical satisfaction." "Some only focus on the mental causing a wandering of urges." "Others focus on the physical and get bored by the lack of meaningful connection."

He paused turning to look at the torture the blushing bride endured with a soft smile before turning back to Melori.

"You find someone every much your equally mentally and physically and no other person in the whole of the galaxy will ever matter much less measure up."

He looked at Melori his mind raced as he made a quick debate.

"See I once met a woman in the armpit of the Galaxy." "A place of great reputation for all the wrong reasons." "She was a beacon of hope in a life without meaning." "Her beauty only rivaled by her sharp wit." "Since that day I have met many woman in my travels." "And do you know the first thought that crosses my mind?" "One that I have even voiced on more than one occasion."

He paused glancing back towards the front before finishing he story.

"Your are enticing but you are not her."

He smiled closing his eyes for a moment a slightly question popping up in his mind wondering if she would know he was talking about her..........about how every woman in the galaxy only made him thing of her.

"That Melori is monogamy." "And while you may not be looking for it or even have considered it." "It has a habit of sneaking up on you."

He opened his eyes suddenly wishing the signal to come so he could think about anything else

 

[Shaddi]

[2/20]
Objective: 1. Wedding Bells, maybe some training. 5 do his own thing
Location: Royal Palace.
Allies: [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Ruby Wilded"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Gnosi"] [member="Darth Ferus"]
Enemies: no one.
Gear: Formal overcoat, Formal wear, His lightsaber, Tonka Amulet.

Now
T'zanith leaned up from the bed that was in the room directly opposite the one they had started in. Knocked over furniture, wide open doors and their clothes sprawled from the entrance to the room and leading to the bed, ending in their underwear somehow hooked in the chandelier hanging in the middle of the rooms ceiling. At his side was Aurora purring in satisfaction, a little force use here and a little static from force lightning had seen to that, and was trailing her finger along his spine.
"Torches of war under hatred's sails, A whisper of doom on a wary breeze~♪" He suddenly sang out in a low melody that was the start of the only song he knew his father had sung, and always after a very successful job. At the time he had found it morbid but now he found it to be fitting, given what was to come. Until he saw a large portrait on the other end of the room and with a slight blow from his lips he send force energy to it to see it better, he was more than a little surprised. On the portrait was the king, his queen and the prince and right there in the middle Aurora with a happy and innocent smile.
He went wide eyed as he turned his head towards her, she smiling up at him, She was the princes sister?, he thought in shock before he smiled and chuckled. 'Well there are worse way's to pop one's cherry I guess.' He thought as the glamour and marry making could be heard from the festivities deeper in the castle.
She leaned up a little and began drawing a circle over his mark of darkness, located on his left collar bone. "Why did you stop? and why did you chuckle just now?" She asked him her eyes burning with curiosity, a part of him glad she was force sensitive so he could see it better than others. "Well you are the princess aren't you?" He replied with a teasing grin, her face changed a bit, to that of a child who's secret had just been revealed. "A-and does that have any effect on what we just did?..." She then said in a low tone, biting her lower lip in nervousness.
"Well that depends aren't you royals always promised to others at birth or some such?" He asked and given the look she gave he had hit the nail on the head regarding her. He stood up, gripping one of the large cloths hanging over her bed and draped it over him, not realizing that the cloths were black and the way he draped it over himself made it look a little like a sith's robes. It was at that moment that a man walked into the room, the same age as the princess it appeared, and recoiled in horror to what he was seeing.
T'zantih realized it quite quickly what was going through the mans mind, a sith had just violated or was about violate the princess. "Y-you barbarian!" The man yelled at him and came running at him with the ceremonial sword that had been fixed at his hip, a compliment to his ceremonial military uniform. With a sigh T'zanith simply moved out of the way and let the man run straight into a cupboard behind him. Aurora Gripped the mans collar as he rolled over and against the edge of the bed. "Stop it Lord Devrian! He is here because I willed it!" She screamed into the mans ear, T'zanith had to stick his little finger into his ear and rubbed it's inside due to the high pitch of the scream from the princess.
The man stared at her, his eyes wide and his face in shock for a few moments as the revelation dawned on him. Quickly he sprawled to his feet and looked from the nude princess, lightly wrapped in the sheets to protect her modesty, and to the disinterested expression T'zanith was giving the man. "You... with him?!... but he's..." Lord Devrian began but was quickly cut of by a very blank toned "I'm not a sith" From T'zanith as he gestured towards the clothes sprawled across the floor.
Lord Devrian's face contorted into one of disgusted rage as he looked at T'zanith. "How far have you gotten with her?! Have you taken her maiden hood?! Have you violated my betrothed?!" He said pressing his finger into T'zaniths bare chest. 'Whens that damn signal coming...' T'zanith thought, glad that the mans sword had sprawled under the bed as he crashed into the cupboard, before the man looked at Aurora and she looked away to avoid his gaze, her cheeks flushed red.
That was it, the man snapped and sent a punch straight into T'zanith's left chin. It was like a love tap given what T'zanith had gone through since he joined the sith and he calmly reached up and gripped the mans arm tightly. "IS that anyway for a royal to behave?" He said his tone calm yet venomous as he turned the mans hand in his grip causing Devrian some pain as he gripped his hand but kept from making any sound to give away he was in pain, but his face showed it.
Aurora seemed to get a spine suddenly as she gripped Devrian's shoulder and turned him around and slapped him so hard, T'zanith thought a tooth would fly out of the poor man's mouth. "You get out of my room right this Instand! YES we were betrothed but only should my brother not find a queen for himself! Now he has and you are no longer needed! I can choose who I want now and T'zanith is who I choose!" She screamed out, T'zanith was little surprised that she would say something like that, after all they had only just had sex so he had to wonder were those feelings of her's came from.
If the man had a tail, it'd be tucked in between his legs as he retrieved his sword and slumped out of the room leaving the angry teenage princess huffing a bit out of pure rage, T'zanith found it deliciously permeating the air. "Soo Shall I leave to?" He said with a smirk at the angry princess, she was at least a head smaller than him but her used of the sheets was impressive as she used them to rope T'zanith in and, he let her, pull him towards her. "Use the force and close the door." She said angrily at him, her cheeks a little puffed out.
T'zanith reached his hand towards the door and closed it, locking it for good measure this time. He hadn't locked the door before the girl leaned in and bit his neck hard, he gripped her hands as they were about to lock and dig into his shoulders as well. He let her wiggle against him as she was getting her anger out at him, the bite was the worst part but she didn't draw blood at least. 'What the hell am I doing?' T'zanith thought as he just realized they had both been virgins before and that his father had told him how women view their first most of the time.

Meanwhile the disgruntled Lord decided to march straight up to the banquet and stood in front of the bride and groom quite angry, this was after everyone had stopped congratulating and forcing the poor (rage filling sith) bride to eat. Leaning in his face red as he fumed. "My Prince I must ask that you send guards into your sisters room and separate her from the gentleman she has brought into her room. I know this is your day and I wouldn't come her unless for the fact she is betrothed to me and she struk me as I tried to bring the man out of her room." He said omitting all information that would reflect badly on himself but made sure to show he was struck, lying that it was T'zanith that had done it as well as lying about the fact that Aurora had commanded him out of her room instead he said T'zanith had thrown him out of the room and locked the door behind him.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[6/20]
Objective: 1. Wedding Bells -> CAKE!
Location: Royal Palace.
Allies: All the pretty Sithies.
Enemies: Corsets.

Just as the Bride was able to swallow the food stuffed in her mouth, a man came rushing to their table with further distractions. However, to the Bride’s relief it was not the desserts. Not yet­. Her brown eyes flashed over the crowd as she looked for Crown Prince Donovan’s sister in the crowd. It was a most distressing situation, as became apparent on the Prince’s face. He was about to stand, resolved to deal with the matter personally, until the Bride put a hand on his. Once more, she tethered his mind and guided him on a more desirable path.

“As it is our wedding day, I shan’t leave my bride’s side to these bothersome Lords. However, I will send guards to aid you. I ask you deal with this matter quietly and without bloodshed, Lord Deviran. If not, then I will find another husband for my sister. Perhaps your union was not for her best interest after all.”

As Donovan gestured for guards to follow the Lord, the Prince sat down and placed a hand on his face to ease his stress. To ease his mind of the matter and better the public display, Ophidia gave him a caress and a kiss. Deep down, she was gagging at the very thought of touching him, but it was all for the Sith, for Power. She gave a heartfelt performance for the world.

As the Lord and six guards left the room, many murmured. However, the celebrations were ushered forward as an enormous cake was brought into the room. It measured near two metres in height. It was a cascade of creams, chocolates, fruits and berries. Behind it came a procession of various desserts, sweets and the appropriate drinks. All to keep the mirth from dissipating. Soon there would be dancing. Oh how they all longed to dance.

The King cheered as the cake was brought on, despite his fitness, he was famous for his sweet-tooth. The Crown Prince and Duchess of Mindabaal both stood from their seats and approached the grand cake. Donovan drew his ceremonial sword and his bride held on to his hand. She was feigning both lack of strength and skill with the blade, and let the husband lead. Soon, she would show him blade-work like he had never seen before. A portion of the cake was cut, and the ceremonial first bites were taken. As they stood before the pillar of a cake, holopictures were taken for the holonews of the smiling couple with cake on their lips. The pillar was dismantled, allowing it to be served in smaller pieces.

Ophidia hoped the matter with the Princess would be settled, one way or another. If not, she would have to send someone who could. Meanwhile, she ate a piece of cake with adorable zest for the cameras to capture.

[member="Darth Erebos"]

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

[2/20]
Objective: 1
Location: riyal Palace
Allies: Sith
Enemies: The Guests

Keeping silent with a small smile on his face, Xavka watched the on going festives around Darth Ophidia and admired how his Master looked, or rather, how well she was concealing the annoyance he was sure she was feeling behind a graceful smile. The smile on his face had not shifted since the wedding began. even as he had sneered on the inside at the festivities. To him the wedding was boring and too simple for his mind, there had been no fight, no hunt, no dance, no tattooing, no chanting. In short it was nothing like an Iridonian wedding as he knew them.

Shaking himself out of his stupor, after the cake was cut, Xavka made his from the side wall and into the milling crowds, avoiding every slice of cake that was offered towards him with a mental sneer. Obviously those that were offering the sweet food had no idea that if a Zabrak was to ingest that it would cause him to be violently ill.

Lost within his mental rank towards the fool with the weak spine who had offered him his latest slice of poison, Xavka's shoulder caught the side of a well dressed lady whom he guessed to be a noble. Reacting quickly and aiming to maintain his cover, Xavka's arm lashed out and caught her around her and her back, haltering her fall and preventing her from falling. "My lady." Xavka kept his rough voice soft as he spoke. "I apologise for that, My Lady. It was unbecoming for me to let myself be lost within my thoughts so much so that I would even come close to causing harm to one as beautiful as yourself." Bowing low, Xavka kept to his act.

"Hm." The woman's voice was haughty and a sneer twisted her features, turning what was, he could admit, a beautiful face into an ugly mask. "Of course a brute such as you would be so rude to knock one such as myself." With a huff, the woman strode past him, purposely knocking into him as she went past. Turning and watching her saunter, Xavka felt a spark of irritation flared up within him, although he kept it hidden. Smirking slightly, playing to his mask of someone who would be interested in a woman who would ignore him, Xavka strode after her, his quick pace causing him to pass her. Turning around, he brought the woman to a stop as he turned to face her, towering above her tiny frame.

"My Lady, surely that is not how a noble and beautiful woman such as yourself should act towards a guest of the new Duchess?" His voice was shaped to be teasing and haughty as he leant over her. Huffing the woman tried to step past him but Xavka reached out to grasp her hand as she did so, and brought it to his lips as he bent over in a bow. "General McCallum at your service, ma'am. May I know the name as such an angel as yourself?" Smiling gently, Xavka quirked a brow.

"Hm." Again the woman scoffed making Xavka start to think that she had some sort of vocal tick. "I suppose that even a brute such as yourself can recognise the grace of myself when compared to these commoners." Again the woman scoffed and sneered, an interesting combination. "I am Lady Ghrek, Lady Helana Ghrek." Smiling again Xavka spoke at a volume just above a whisper, making sure to make his voice sound more husky that rough. "A pleasure I assure you."

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

Objective: Eat some cake and continue lessons in corruption
Location: Wedding!!
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"], All the Sith
Enemies: cake that isn't fat free :/ apple martinis

Al Roker's face dropped as some dashing, although slightly creepy guy, came up to scoop Kinsey up from behind. He did have enough sense to move on, rather quickly, offering others those tall stemmed glasses of bubbly. Kinsey's mind naturally fogged as Sage nuzzled her neck. Champagne from the two glasses she clutched splashed onto the front of her dress as she was startled.

"Sage," low-voice dripped his voice like honey on her tongue. And she proceeded to cluck that tongue at him as she spun around in his arms, to face the sith lord. "Look what you did to my dress," she motioned to the champagne damage with a pouty-lilt of her lips. "Instead of his fate, maybe we should discuss yours?"

Hand with the comm digits slipped free from his grasp and instead, grabbed a handful of the fabric of his shirt, guiding him in for a deep kiss.

 

[Ruby Veir]

Objective: Entertain myself
Location: Wedding hall
Allies: NA
Enemies: NA
3/20

Ruby was bored. The freelance assassin from the Coruscant Rotary Club had been hired by the One Sith to attend a wedding on Mindabaal. The job seemed easy enough. A signal would be given, and the targets would be cut open, just like sickly sweet wedding cake. Sorry kids, but look on the bright side. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. The nice thing about being a Shi'ido was that to do this job, she didn't need to smuggle in a weapon. Ruby was a weapon.

The Shi'ido leaned against a glowing blue pylon, sipping piss-colored champagne, dressed in a blue and silver gown endemic of the Mindabaal noble crowd. Her silken blonde hair was rolled up in two circular buns on either side of her head. A wide yawn crossed her lips. Watching paint dry was more exciting than this shindig. Wandering around the room, looking for something fun to do, Ruby happened to be right next to [member="Lord Ajihad"] when he told his compatriots there was a Jedi in the city. A perfunctory glance out the window revealed who the Jedi presumably was. A young, raven-haired ruffian ([member="Kaia Starchaser"]) with a lightsaber on her hip. A grin spread over the Shi'ido's face. She thought of just the party game to make this droll affair a bit more lively.

Downing her champagne in one gulp, she made her way to the ladies' refresher. While inside, Ruby's matter shifted, molecules and cells all flexibly rearranging at once, nebulous and gelatinous. The Shi'ido shifted, her hair becoming black, her body becoming thinner, her face developing that teenage WTF look. Satisified that she looked just like the girl outside...

Spoiler

...Ruby made her way out of the refresher and into the laughing crowd.

 

[Shaddi]

[3/20]
Objective: 1. Wedding Bells, maybe some training. 5 do his own thing
Location: Royal Palace.
Allies: [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Ruby Wilded"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Gnosi"] [member="Darth Ferus"]
Enemies: no one.
Gear: Formal overcoat, Formal wear, His lightsaber, Tonka Amulet.

T'zanith was already dressed in his pants and his amulet around his neck, Aurora lying on her stomach on the bed and starring at him, the sheets covering the small of her back and lower. Then Lord Devrian and the guards he was lent burst through the doors, breaking them off their hinges as they burst in. Ceremonial armors adorned the guards as well as ceremonial spears held fast in their hands all pointed towards T'zanith. "There is the ruffian! Arrest him immediately!" Lord Devrian commanded, a superior and mocking grin adorning his lips.
Aurora got up, holding one hand to hold the sheets over her chest to keep her modesty. "Lord Devrian! What is the meaning of thi-hrk." She was stopped as she flew against the headboard of the bed and was pinned against it. All of the Guards let out a concerned yet confused sound but by then it was too late. T'zanith gripped his blindfold and tugged on it to bring it from his eyes and opened his twin black orbs towards Lord Devrian, who almost looked like he was about to piss himself with fear as he stared right back. Bringing his other hand towards him he snapped his fingers and the Lord was engulfed in Lighting erupting from beneath him, roasting him alive, his blackened corpse fell back onto the floor, it's face twisted in a blackened, voiceless scream of horror and pain.
The guards saw this and swallowed as they then looked towards T'zanith again who gestured his hand at all of them and sent them flying back against the walls, their spears wrenched from their hands and then used to skewer them against the walls. "I've grown tired of waiting for that damned signal..." He said in a near whisper as he watched the guards grip their own spears, skewering their lungs and preventing them to scream out in their pain, their faces etched with the apprehension of the sheer terror that stood before them and had dispatched them with what seemed like the same effort one would use to swat a fly from their face.
T'zanith watched and fed of the fear and pain as the guards bleed out or drowned in their own blood, forming pools bellow them that spread out as if they were reaching out to get vengeance for their containers but falling short after a few centimeters of pooling on the floor. With a whicked smile he turned to look at the terrified princess pinned against the headboard of her bed, to scared to utter a single sound. "If this was any other day, I'd be making you my apprentice." T'zanith then spoke his tone silvery and soft as he gestured for her to come closer as he used the force to pull her towards him, his other hand used to close the doors with the force and used a cupboard to keep them looking normal from the outside.
He moved his hand to gently caress the side of Aurora's face, who had begun to silently cry as it dawned on her what was about to happen and yet she couldn't scream her throat too busy chocking down the cry she was trying to stifle.
"You show ingenuity and intelligence something I've been looking for in an apprentice of my own but as it stands the leader of this little invasion is marrying your brother and so your entire family has to die to solidify her claim to the throne." He said softly to her, his tone one of lament and his face so close to hers he could lick her lips.
His eyes showed compassion and gentleness despite being nothing but useless pitch black orbs to him, but he was doing it to stoke the fire of hope within her. He laid her down against the bed, her legs on either side of his hips, his left hand gently gripping her hips and then moving back as it had earlier during their embrace, the other gently stoking down the side of her face and stopping in a gentle hold of her chin. "P-please.." She whispered to him, tears streaming down her face now as she brought up her hands against his chest. "I-I'll do anything j-just please.." "Not kill you?" She began before T'zanith cut her off with a sharp toned interruption, it hadn't really been a question as he brought the hand from her chin to her neck.
Her eyes went wide and she gripped his hand, but his hand was merely holding her neck in a gentle but firm grip, he wasn't cutting of her air at all. "I'll make it quick... it's the least I could do." He said as his other hand was brought to her bare chest as he leaned in to kiss her deeply and then suddenly as he broke the kiss she spasmed and then fell back, her body lifeless from the electrical current he had used to stop her heart and fry her brain at the same time so he wouldn't cause her pain. T'zanith breathed in loudly through his nose as he moved his other hand to comb his white hair back and then exhaled through his lips as he took a few steps back from the lifeless body that had been such a passionate lover only a few minutes ago.
"Love will always get you killed my dear." He said solemnly as he began to put his shirt on, glad the blood hadn't pooled enough to reach his clothes. Once he was fully dressed he moved back to Aurora and kissed her forehead. "This karking planet better be worth loosing such a promising apprentice." He said with a growl as he walked out the door and made sure no one would find them, at least not in time for the main event that was about to start, and then headed down to the banquet, his lightsaber tucked into his sleeve for when it would be needed.
As he was heading down the hallway he remembered Aurora asking him to finish the song he had begun when they were in bed. "Hmpf might as well." He mused before he began singing softly and melodiously into the air, drawing the gaze of a maid hurriedly moving to get the brides and grooms room ready for a weeding night that would never come.
"Torches of war under hatred's sails, A whisper of doom on a wary breeze. Scorching the shores in a blazing trail, Cinder and fume foul the air we breathe.
Blood of fallen kings, Blades of chaos ring.
Steel and silver sing, For justice.
Keen to the scent, the hunt is my muse, A means to an end this path that I choose. Lost and aloof are the loves of my past, Wake the White Wolf! Remembrance at last.
Wake the White Wolf at the dawn of war, The end of the age is-a coming now.~♪"

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c0trGRJs_IU[/Media]​

 

[Komo]

[5/20]
Objective 1 : Attend Royal Wedding
Location: Royal Palace
Allies: [member="Darth Vizios"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]

Blue eyes were met with ones of amber, as Xander turned to gaze upon her. Greta saw the smile he had on his face, one that was met with one of her own. It felt like the both of them had been smiling alot this lovely evening. It was after all supposed to be a happy occasion. She pondered about how genuine the smiles were, considering how fake the situation actually was. Her date, after all, had the reputation of being a womaniser. She wondered if he was truly delighted to be here, or just simply maintaining his cover. However, she would not make this concern known, instead she would continue to play along with him. It was more fun that way.

The charmer then proceeded to ask about the dance she was talking about earlier. He wanted to know if it was the upright kind? The question took Greta entirely by surprise. "The upright kind? Why, of course. You had something else in mind?" the blonde would say quizzically, a half smile appearing on her visage. A man like him, must have had plenty of experiences dancing, upright kind or not. Taking the question a little further, Greta would ask the man, "I bet you've had plenty of experience at dancing , don't you? Upright kind or not."

"Oh yes, this evening has been rather exhilarating to say the least. And it will be even more so before the night is over. Let's enjoy ourselves, shall we? I'm sure that there'll be plenty here for us to enjoy." The blonde would finish, the last word rolling off her tongue sensuously.

 

[Judah Lesan]

[6/20]
Objective: Attend the Royal Wedding
Allies: [member="Darth Noxia"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Enemies: N/A

"My dear, Greta, a gentleman does not kiss and tell," he said as the reception was made ready and banquet tables brought where seats had been.

Xander debated telling her of his past. It was not common knowledge among the Sith he was among the oldest the order had to offer. His visage would certainly not betray it. A gloved hand rose to his chin as the forefinger rest on the indent of the cleft he had been born with. Was he enjoying himself, yes. His smile was genuine as it had been some time since he enjoyed the company of a woman, especially one as pretty as [member="Darth Noxia"]. Was it the smile of a man who had found a soul mate, Xander no longer believed such a thing existed.

"I was married once, if that gives an answer," he stated opting to own his past. "The archives of the Sith Temple inform me she passed 740 years ago while I rest preserved, lost to time, by the force in some tomb having been seeking the answer to an ancient amulet which haunted me."

A server passed by holding a tray of champagne. Xander supposed it was for the toasts later, but the kiling would be before then, considering the chatter he was picking up was some foolish Knight had decided the killing needed to start before the signal was given. Should his actions ruin the surprise, the Sith would find the White Assassin extremely unforgiving. Two glasses were retrieved with one handed to Greta. A smile pulled his face from the melancholy of his past experience, and he offered a private toast for the two of them.

"To dancing, of the upright kind of otherwise, and the exhilarating enjoyment of what is yet to be shared of either kind this evening. To dangerous women and men like me."

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[7/20]
Objective: 1. Wedding Bells. Dance -> Slaughter.
Location: Royal Palace.
Allies: All the pretty Sithies.
Enemies: Corsets.


It did not take long from the desserts were served to space was cleared for a dancefloor. Music filled the throne room and the Bride and Groom walked to the dead centre of the cleared space. They locked together in an elegant waltz. For sake of mobility, the Bride had left a part of her dress at her seat. No longer did the silken fabric trail after her. Yet, the dress was still quite fluffy.

Their dance was the image of elegance as they –and as a result, all the local guests- clutched on to each other and repeated the triangular steps. Thanks to a minor pivot in each step, they created a circular pattern. The dance lasted for some ten minutes before the Bride and Groom stopped and bowed to each other. Hand in hand, they walked up to the King and Queen. Together, they bowed once more and another song started to play. All Sith in the room would recognise it, and those who did not were reassured by an electronic signal to each and every one of them. A signal to the Sith and their allies – The Signal.

Guards went up with Lord Devron, but did not come back down. The commotion would no doubt draw more guards to the Princess’ bedroom. On the path of which, they would find [member="Darth Erebos"]. Six guards, armed with electrified pikes with a fitted blaster, would meet the Miraluka Sith in the stairway. It was then he too would receive the signal.

“What are you doing here? Where is the Princess? Where is Lord Devron? Answer quickly”

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[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vU8eL2CjzHw[/media]​

In the throne room. Something stirred under the skirts of Darth Ophidia. As she raised her head from the bow, her eyes glowed like embers against her ashen skin. Her right hand touched the temple of the Crown Prince who immediately toppled over like a puppet without strings. Not dead, but unconscious. She had gained such power over his mind that she could put him to sleep with a single touch of her finger. The King and Queen both stood up in alarm and the four guards at their sides readied her electrified spears to protect the Sovereign rulers of Mindabaal. A roar of anger escaped Darth Ophidia as she swiped her hands to either side, throwing the guards away from the Throne. From there, her hands snapped towards the King and Queen. Her fingers curled like claws while an invisible noose closed around their throats. As she raised her hands, the two were lifted into the air. They clawed at their throats and kicked with their feet for footing as the Pale Assassin Force choked her Parents in Law. The guards at the doors, corners and along the walls also readied their weapons to prevent escape. However, the Sith were not looking to escape. They were looking to eradicate.