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Darkness is Expansion [New Order Dominion of Dubrillion]

| [member="Enigma"] | [member="Ludolf Vaas"] |

"No, Cipher 18." Ayra dropped out of her trance, gesturing to Pandeima one moment, before walking up to the Imperial agent that had so far served them explicitly well. She raised a hand and cupped Luldolf's face with one, before grabbing the other side and lifting his gaze to her. "We will remain here. Such a menial, and yet important task, belongs to you. You have served us well thus far Cipher 18, do not ruin it with... overvaluing your position."

She kissed him on the forehead and released him, before walking to Pandeima's side. "No," she whispered, tipping toeing to whisper into Pandeima's ear; her hot breath engulfing it. "I just found the lights pretty."
 
In Umbris Potestas Est
[member="Darth Ayra"]

"Please..." she whispered in response. "You don't think I believe such a shallow answer is in your deep mind, do you?" Pausing, she gave Cipher 18 a cordial nod. "You've done an excellent job today, Cipher 18. If I could give you a higher number than what you currently have, I'd do so, but unfortunately, that's not an option right now." She smirked. "Rest assured, your recommendation for promotion is well on its way to being written."

[member="Ludolf Vaas"]
 
Vaas had to contain his surprise as the Sith reached out to touch him. Darth Ayra seemed to have misunderstood him.

"I was speaking only to my detachment, my Lord," He gave a curt nod. "I would not presume to issue orders to my superiors." Then, turning to Enigma, "My gratitudes, my Lord. I am in your debt. I will return shortly with the surveillance footage."

Wheeling around on one foot, Cipher 18 moved out into the hallway with his troop detachment in search of the main security room.

@Enigma @Darth Ayra
 
| [member="Enigma"] | [member="Ludolf Vaas"] |

Ayra smiled, and placed her lips up against Pandeima's ear before whispering. "I was just thinking about that time on Coruscant... and on the Annihilator." She licked her slightly with the tip of her tongue and stepped back, returning to watching the lights with her back faced to her.
 

Dex Drakkel

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[member="Ludolf Vaas"]
Dex was among the Stormtroopers that had accompanied this man who went by Cipher 8, Dex presumed that that was only a code name to cover up his true identity which was smart. In fact Dex had his own code name of sorts even though it wasn't really a code name Private Drakkel is what most people mentioned him by, which was good he didn't want complete stranger's to know his first name, he approached this Cipher 8 and asked in a friendly tone "Hey, do you want any help with anything? I am Private Drakkel of the Stormtrooper Legions, by the way"
 
Cipher 18 turned to [member="Dex Drakkel"] and gave him an appraising look.

"Alright. Private Drakkel, I want you to take the two western wings of this building," He pointed. "Remove all security cameras you find and bring them to me. Do not damage them. We'll rendezvous here when you're finished. Is that clear?"
 
| [member="Enigma"] | [member="Ludolf Vaas"] | @ Dex Drakkel |

Ayra gave Pandeima a wink, before moving towards the exit, out of the reactor room and into the hallways, leading to a flight of stairs. She continued her ascension up the stairs and various hallways until she reached the hood, from which she raised the cowl of her Sith robe and stepped out into Dubrillion's setting light.
 
In Umbris Potestas Est
Slowly, the Echani-bodied Sith Lord followed her apprentice, lurking intensely. "I remember that time too. It was... fun. You showed a part of yourself I don't think I expected you had." She smiled. "Don't take that as an insult, of course... it's a complement. I want to see more of that part." She wrapped an arm around Ayra's back. "The more of that you show... the more exposed you are to me."

[member="Darth Ayra"]
 
| [member="Enigma"] |

"I'm not the only one exposed since this began between the two of us, Pandeima." She did not turn to her Sith Master; her eyes set on the regiments of Stormtroopers entering the city, in which the Subach factory overlooked. "I know that there is a facade to your love, and underneath it all, is a monster that only the dark side can create. I've seen it rise up and sniff the air on different occasions. You maintain it perfectly, and it will be useful when we begin meeting and manipulating people and events into place."
 
In Umbris Potestas Est
[member="Darth Ayra"]

"Are you implying that I have no real care for Ashe?" she froze. "Or no care for you?" She was curious as to what exactly Ayra meant with regards to that - the apprentice had a habit of being occasionally cryptic. "If we ever run the Empire... How should the power structure be set up?" She was curious as to how Alicia thought the new landscape of Imperial government should look, since Krag's disappearance at the time of Dromund Kaas.
 
| [member="Enigma"] |

"I honestly don't know, Pandeima." She turned towards her Sith Master, hands tucked in either sleeve. "When you touch me, I get goosebumps. When you kiss me, I feel euphoria; and when we've made love to one another, I have felt bliss." Ayra lowered her gaze to the ground. "And yet, I know that you are a Sith Lord. I know that women such as we are capable of using and manipulating others through the simple gestures such as holding ones hand, to the point where concepts such as love and friendship can be exploited and used for your own devices."

"I need you to tell me you love me."
 
In Umbris Potestas Est
[member="Darth Ayra"]

Circe paused for a moment. What Ayra was asking was something tremendously huge. Something Circe had said before to others. Others including her fiance - who would hunt both her and Circe down were she to ever find out what the Echani-bodied Sith Lord had said. "Before I give you a truthful answer - and I will not lie to you, not to one of the closest people to me - I want to ask you one question." She paused, turning and placing her hands on Ayra's cheeks.

"Do you love me?"
 
| [member="Enigma"] |

There they were again... those goosebumps that erupted across her skin at Pandeima's very touch. She closed her eyes when the hand clamped around her cheek. She bit her lower lip as she thought about the answer she was about to give. "I love you."
 
Harrip walked quietly down a hallway, in the east wing of the building. He was sniffing as he walked, smelling for the scent of life in this factory, or fresh air. That would show that there may be secret entrances or possible traps. His master had ordered him here to assure any 'problems' be dealt with. He wasn't content with this job as it might require removal of life. But then he would obey no matter what and war was not pretty. He was sure that soon he would smell some poor soul setting some trap or maybe even working on escaping. Either way if that person was found, he would die.

Even as his thoughts began to wander to some other idea, his nose and ears picked up the signals of life. Breathing, scratching of metal on metal, and smell of sweat. Whatever the person nearby was doing, he was either scared or tired. Harrip would fix that. He let the sounds and smell guide him to the victim. In a moment he could see the form moving a crate of sorts across the ground. The Rakghoul ran quickly and slammed into the person, stabbing quickly with his claws. He covered the man's mouth to not allow any sound escape as he finished the man off with a stab to the throat. He moved the body aside and tried to open the crate. He couldn't find a latch and ended up resorting to smashing the lid in on itself. Now he checked inside and found some frag mines. Obviously the intent had been to set them up to slow the domination of this planet. Harrip pushed the crate over and set about disabling the mines to avoid further use. He would grab one and pull it apart, the electronics snapping in half before any detonation could occur. This procedure took only a few minutes to complete before he continued, leaving one dead man and a box of destroyed mines behind him.

He did not fear being found by the Imperials, his Master would protect him. The soldiers of the New Order would not contradict a Sith Lord. His mission was simple and would only help the Order. None except the resistance members could complain, unless someone didn't like a beast helping them. He hoped yet that only one person knew of his presence in the facility, he preferred not to get mixed up with military forces or other Sith, Circe.

[member="Enigma"]
[member="Darth Ayra"]
[member="Ludolf Vaas"]
 
| [member="Enigma"] |

"I shall leave you to think about this, Pandeima. It is a lot to take in." She gave her a faint smile and turned. Ayra knew she was more than ready to overthrow her Sith Master. She was masters of all seven Lightsaber forms, a revered Sith Lord among the members of the New Order and such position came power, of which she already had. In relative terms, she was Pandeima's equal.

But she had no stomach for killing this woman. For someone who thought she would never show mercy to anyone, here she was turning away from the chance to slay the woman who called her Master. But that much had been shown to Darth Pandeima. The woman she had helped mold into Darth Ayra was no longer a plain servant. She wished to be equal to her.

Her partner, for life.
 

Tales of the Rule of Two

The Tapestry of Darth Bane
Malus was stood on the prefabricated base, overlooking the New Order's base. Hands clasped behind his back, his crimson eyes followed the trail of overhead starfighters. The ground, air and sea was theirs. Dubrillion had fell. Turning away from the balcony edge, he made his way back into the building to read and file reports.
 
Darth Ayra came to a stop outside the Subach factory, at the base of it's entrance. As requested, teams of engineers, scientists, crewmen and women were arriving via transports, with the necessary gear and supplies to bring the factory back to life. Ayra thought that she need not worry herself with the logistics. She had performed her tour and had done more than enough for the men and women the served her, by bringing the reactor online. She menial tasks for men such as Cipher 18, however useful they were. Thus, the Sith Lord began to make her way back to the Prefabricated Garrison.
 
In Umbris Potestas Est
"Well here we are again... It's always such a pleasure." The facility would be up and running soon. When it was, the New Order would have another facility to produce ships at on another planet. Good thing too, since something was going down at Serpena Circe would be dealing with in time. After all, what the a fringe didn't know wouldn't hurt them.

Good thing she didn't have any valuables there. The Horde had those. But if her affiliation leaned further towards the New Order, she might've transferred some over.

[member="Darth Ayra"] [member="Harrip"]
 

Tales of the Rule of Two

The Tapestry of Darth Bane
Lowering himself into a seat, Malus pulled himself up to a table and drew towards him a datapad. Unfolded the device on the desk, he brought up the files supplied by Cipher 18, as well as the other officers on Dubrillion. He learned that resources and man power had been allocated to factories on the outskirts of Dubrillion's capital city, on the orders of Darth Ayra. That a minor, civilian revolt had been punished by a regiment of Stormtroopers and that they had been arresting, subsequently waiting for processing.

Malus signed off the order for the civilians who had revolted to be executed, discreetly. He also signed off on the resources and manpower allocated to the Subach-Innes factories. After all, he wasn't one to get in the way of Darth Ayra or what she wanted. Bad idea to cross a Sith Lord, you see.
 
| [member="Enigma"] |

Darth Ayra walked among the streets of Dubrillion city; sulfuric eyes gleaming under the cowl of her Sith robe at the various faces. She felt no compassion for these men and women, yet... She did feel that way for one, particular individual. She turned her gaze away and made her way into a building. She needed to be high up and watch the city, away from it's noises and bustle, so as to think for a moment and rest.

Reaching the top of the building, her eyes fell on the city, to think. It would be an hour or so later, that a Cimmerean Shade would appear before the woman she thought of as apprentice and servant, to begin an adventure deep into the lore and passage of the Order of Sith Lords. Muunilinst would be Ayra's next destination.
 

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