Location: Aldera City, Alderaan.
Wearing:
Armor, Comfortable-looking long coat covering it
Wielding:
WindWhisper
Allies: Agents of Chaos
Enemies Everyone else
Direct Tags:
Xenro
Vale Vynar
Muad Dib
Peace, was a lie. As a child, Alwine had dreamed of peaceful times. The actual wars on Stewjon were few and far in between, most of the fighting happening between clans and villages. And yet, for a Lupine growing up in secret, one who had to hide who and what they exactly were, coupled with being raised into servitude, to always bow to her betters by virtue of birth, had left her longing for better things. For a short time, after her release from that horrible planet, she had believed that the better things would finally begin.
They did not.
But despite her suffering growing up, despite her displeasement with her situation once free of Stewjon, Alwine had been learning. Forced into a mostly silent servitude turned into following orders that often times lacked logic, she had become quiet and observant, her brown eyes peering at her surroundings, taking it all in, learning and becoming better every step of the way. She had thought, for what seemed to be a very long time ago, that she had wanted to be a Warrior of the physical kind, swinging swords and stabbing people. She was even decent at it, though not quite anywhere near the top of any sufficiently trained group. What she learned though, was that her tongue was even sharper than any sword she had, and in a galaxy where one was not limited to being a warrior or being a servant, she no longer wished to be the warrior, but something else. Something that for her, would be better.
And thus, she had become not only a Speaker among the Agents of Chaos, but the
Head of Speakers, trusted to lead those for whom combat engagement was not an instant priority. She had been following the events of both Kuat and Alderaan from the Unknown Regions, reading every piece of news that made it out of the Core. The entire situation was completely redundant. Both planets, to the petite blonde's opinion, should have been left completely alone. When the offer to make sure they were indeed made to be as such, she could not pass the opportunity up.
Many Speakers had come with her. But they did not receive entrance to the peace talks. It did not matter though; while the Agents' numbers were somewhat dwindled at the moment, there were still enough of them to come and make a stand. The treatment of both Alderaan and Kuat by the combination of the Republic and the Imperium was beneath any standard. Alwine had almost gone to Kuat, wanting to remind those people the number of years their rings had lain in ruin, their planet devastated as external government after government made the attempt to bleed them dry without thought or respect to who and what those people were.
But never before had she thought she would do what she'd just done.
Moving among the chaos, the five foot woman who looked incredibly human in that moment wanted but one thing – to blend in. There would be no time for her to speak up, to make her voice heard. Not unless she found a reporter or a journalist or…
Or a comm tower. She knew others of the Agents were in the crowds as well, but what she needed now, was
help. Someone who knew the area better than she did, for she was certain that bringing up a holomap in the midst of the ensuing carnage would only draw more attention to her. And besides, her wrist link had somehow managed to shatter; when the chaos had begun earlier, she had taken a fall, and could now not contact anyone unless she used another person to do so.
Republic Guards, Imperial Defenders, and Jedi Knights were all around. But there was one that was with hers, who had not yet drawn his weapon. She recognized his face, the new one that had been brought into their folds through the merit of their research labs in the Garden of Death -
Xenro
.
Moving with fluid motions, Alwine made her way to him through the crowd, coming to walk by his side, her stride matching his.
"Do you know who I am?" she asked him. It was not a pompous question, and Alwine held no intent of attempting to wave her position around – she merely assumed that if he was an Agent of Chaos like her, he had enough common sense not to help just any random person without knowing who they were or what they fought for,
"I am Alwine, the Head of Speakers." They had never met, not before now. But she could sense the power that floated from beneath his skin, feel the Darkside.
"Is your wrist link or comm device functional? Mine has broken and I find myself in the need to make a certain speech. One does not need to be a Sith in order to know that peace is a lie."
Darth Carnifex
