Denouement (Tygaran Alliance, Firemane and Friends)

[Tegaea Alcori]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Tegaea laid a hand on her wife’s shoulder.
“Hey…it’s okay, Sio,” she said soothingly. “Eldorai are just being Eldorai. I think it’s in the blood to be backstabbing, devious racists. They fear and resent your power and your achievements so they lash out in this petty way to try and regain some measure of their ego.”

An aide handed her a datapad with a transcript, and she skimmed over it quickly. She frowned.
“Tarissa is not usually this bold. Perhaps she senses blood in the water or perhaps she feels like it’s a good time to draw a line in the sand.”

“Whatever she wants, there’s three ways you can react, Siobhan. One is just to throw the towel in and basically tell them they can go jump. That would be rash and probably what they’re hoping for. Another is to let your anger consume you and lash out at them. That would be extremely unwise and probably lead to all our deaths, so I think sleeping on the couch is the least of your worries. Lastly, we can fight back with words. From what I’ve seen and heard, Tarissa is either behind this, or knows who is. If we bring proof before them then we can turn the tables.”

"Tempest is on her way to track down some signals, and I know Kaida is also working on that closely. I sent Nima with them to help out. We need to stall this mess until we find the evidence. Then whatever their complaints are rendered moot not just by evidence but by scale. If there’s anything I can do, just name it.”

 

[Farryn Loragwyn]

In a state of unconsciousness and trapped in a world of her own creation, Farryn believed herself to be dead.

"Calix!" Farryn called for her twin, her tone filled with distress. Where was he? Why was he not waiting for her like he always promised? Was he really that angry at her for that one act of silliness that ended her life? "CALIX!" she called again with no response.

I'm sacred.

Tears rolled down her face as she was confronted with the reality she feared the most, one without her twin - her only ally who would never betray her. Had she known that this was what death was like, she would not have charged herself at that pyromancer.

Calix, help me.

Alone, frightened, and desperate to escape the emptiness of limbo, Farryn sprinted around the endless void searching for an escape but to no avail. She was trapped.

[member="Kaida Taldir"]​

 

[H3xle]

Sounds blared through Taryc's mind as she sat up inside of fire. Her whole world was pain, but with a few breaths and some focus, she was able to force her eyes open. She looked out and saw that the transport they had been on had been hit and gone down. In the crash, she had become pinned by the fuselage and knocked out. Her sword was pinned under her, and she could hear the sounds of battle outside of the torn fuselage of the gunship, and she knew her new allies were in trouble. At the moment she couldn't help them, and that was not alright with her.

Stoking the fires within her with righteous anger, she placed her hands on the piece of fuselage keeping her down and focused. She focused her anger at being trapped, her fear of being useless, and her desire to prove herself into the fire that was her connection to the force. She focused it through her arms and into the fuselage. Her focus for those few moments was singular, and the fuselage turned from the gray of cold metal, to a bright orange, then grew through the colors of heat until her pushing moved the slag from her. She stood, her HUD showing places where her armor was damaged, places where heat tolerance was being lost as slagged metal stuck on her. None of that stopped her, and she strode from the wreckage like a fire elemental. She looked to one side, and saw Tempest annihilating people shooting at her. Then a blaster bolt hit her shoulder on the other side, and Taryc turned.

Continuing a singular focus, now on rescuing her allies, she built up her power again, quick as a wildfire, and gestured at a small arc of firing figures. Pieces of slag, still red hot from her earlier pyromancy, flew off of her. They left a motley of scars along the beskar hull of her armor, and searing holes in the faceplated and foreheads of those in the small arc Taryc had focused on. There were barely screams from them as the molten metal was the last thing to go through their minds. Then Taryc drew her blade, and she darted forward with it. The sheer ferocity of her focus turned the blades fire a nearly translucent white, and the first assailant she got to did have time to scream as she carved through his blaster, then his legs, an arm, and finally his neck in a pair of fluid arcs. The ends of all severed pieces glowed brightly for a moment after her strikes, but Taryc didn't see as she strode to the next person firing on her allies.




[member="Tempest"] [member="Six-O"] [member="Nima Tann"] [member="Kaida Taldir"]

 

[Nima Tann]

So it begins.

The enemy has closed in from all sides and their numbers quickly multiply, as some of them already started shooting not even giving them any chance to react. It was clear that this wasn't just an angry mob at this point. But, Firemane's response didn't take long as well, and they fired back. Tempest told them to keep people off her meanwhile she unleashed some firepower, and it was what she was going to do. Preparing herself to join the Firemane ranks, her stance and lightsaber ready for a leap towards the enemy lines, she enhanced herself with the Force. At some point, just as Nima was about to jump, she saw one of their assailants face.

She knew her.

One of the Eldorai, a very kind shopkeeper who was very generous, generous enough to sometimes gift her most valuable items to those in need, Eldorai or not, someone who she saw from time to time as she visited her shop. What was she doing here, with a blaster, commiting treason? Was she always pretending and she didn't catch that?

No. She would know. It was sometimes a curse to know when people lie, but she would know.

So, she immediately run to a cover, a piece of the gunship that fell down, and focused on the woman's mind, focused and focused until she reached to her intentions for this attack.

She saw fear. She saw frustration...

She saw lies... Brainwashing.

It wasn't like Kaeshana. Those people didn't have the choice to commit treason. They were pushed towards it. Fear and frustration were a dangerous combo, they made people do things they would regret. She would know.

They weren't the enemies.

So, unlike her other companions, when she emerged from cover repressing the voices inside her head pushing her to just go guns blazing, one by one she linked with people's minds and pushed them to a forced sleep, immobilizing them. As each mind she linked with, her head ached as painful. But it was worth a try.

[member="Kaida Taldir"] [member="Tempest"] [member="Six-O"] [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Tegaea Alcori"]


"You could start by getting back into the game, instead of leaving all the heavy lifting to me and watching on the sidelines," Siobhan declared, with a trace of bitterness in her harsh tone. She had calmed down...but only a bit. Her anger remained and it was strong. She knew that Tempest was on the planet hunting down signals because she'd told her to do that.


"I am a Master of the Force. A titan. I have more power in my little finger than this entire Eldorai mob put together. They have one backwater planet they don't even entirely control. I'll play their ridiculous game for now. I want the ringleaders found and hanged and reparations from the guilty parties. And after this is done, it's time to have a chat with Anya. She's taking it for granted that Firemane always pulls the chestnuts out of the fire for her."

 

[Tegaea Alcori]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Tegaea was a little stung by the harsh tone, and though it was true, the truth really did hurt. She had nothing left to prove and so had withdrawn a lot. However, it had left the burden on her wife who had not done the same. That was wrong.

She had learned long ago that the hardest thing of all was to accept criticism calmly and see what was fair. So with an effort she took a breath.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, Siobhan. Whilst you’re still in the game I will be more supportive and not leave so much to you alone.”

Regarding the Eldorai though she shook her head. It was time for a bit of cross-genre plagiarism.
“With your great power comes great responsibility. The fact you have the Force might make them far inferior to you in that way, but they’re still people. You have to decide, Siobhan, whether you feel the Eldorai are worth the time, effort and money. If you don’t feel they are, then there’s no point playing along. If you do feel they are then you need to lay down the ground rules as you say.”

 

[Kaida Taldir]

[member="Nima Tann"], [member="Six-O"], [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"], [member="Tempest"]


The beleaguered band of Firemane operatives and allies fought valiantly against the massive mob. The combination of conventional and Force firepower thinned the ranks of the attackers, filling the streets with corpses. The lamentation of the wounded echoed loudly. Fear, frustration and rage permeated the air, creating a toxic combination. Nima's mental attack, an attempt to end the violence and put out the blazing firestorm, was not without effect.


For several of those whose minds she touched suddenly felt an overpowering exhaustion overcome them. Their limbs slackened and they fell to the ground, not dead, but unconscious. One of them was the shopkeeper, who dropped her blaster and crossed the threshold to Morpheus' realm. Others turned tail and tried to flee the battlefield in the face of the Firemane warriors' stiff resistance.


But enough remained. The stalwart Paladine would come under fire, for a Sciian, her eyes blazing with hatred, raised her hands and bolts of blue-white lightning shrieked from her fingertips towards the Twi'lek.


Other attackers would be going for Tempest, Taryc, Six and Xerryk, firing upon them with blasters and bolters, unleashing elemental Force attacks or engaging them in melee combat with blade or pike. Civilian buildings offered cover for snipers to fire with shatter rifles and rockets.


Now was an appropriate moment for the Eldorai who were not hostile to our heroes and anti-heroes to arrive and make themselves useful...and so they finally did. Their arrival was heralded by the roar of engines and smoke and dust billowing into the air as the Yazgid IFV hovered across the street. Designed by Firemane Industries and named after the fierce Yazid beasts the Qadiri used as mounts, the Yazgid represented an ideal combination of protection, speed and firepower.


With it came a sound that resembled the noise caused by thunder, except a hell of a lot louder. Its imposing shattercannon roared loudly, expelling high-velocity pellets as it wiped a roof clean of hostiles, leaving gaping holes inside their bodies. Hostile fire came the armoured vehicle's way, but it continued on, implacably.


The Strike Assault Launchers' pods were elevated slightly, then belched cluster grenades directly into the mob's left flank. The ground seemed to tremble as the charges exploded in mid-air, deploying smaller charges that exploded upon impact over a wide radius. The immediate result of this was death and pain. Overkill? Perhaps, but these were bleak times.


The vehicle came to a halt, ramps opening on the sides and rear of the repulsorcraft, and Angelii raced out in. Kaida was the first to disembark. Her Seraph shield was raised, catching blaster bolts that shot towards her. Her lightsabre blazed with yellow light as she advanced. To say that she was angry was an understatement. She'd been here before...no matter what, her people did not seem to learn.


Because the system did not let them. The Queen had done much to drag the Eldorai into the realm of progress. But it was still a culture that rewarded you for being a backstabbing, devious backstabber, with a church that propagated the very delusions that held the Eldorai back and kept them locked in a Dark Age of ignorance. She also felt a surge of anger against Firemane for brazenly charging into the situation rather than leaving it to the Eldorai loyalists to resolve.


For now, she had rebels to pacify. Again. Such was the lot of a soldier and she did not question her duty. Moving like a well-oiled machine, her squad advanced. A roaring tempest of freezing, biting cold swept from her straight into the mob. The kind of cold that chilled you to the bone, numbed your muscles, blackened skin and formed ice crystals in living tissue.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Tegaea Alcori"]


Siobhan shook her head. To her, Tegaea sounded noncommittal and wishy-washy. "No, that's not enough. You don't understand. We've been here before. You made a promise to me, and yet here we are again. You talk about power and responsibility. Between the two of us, I'm the one who's been exercising and trying to balance both. I need an actual partner. Someone with initiative." You used to be that woman. Now you're a passive housewife, she thought caustically. "Not someone who 'helps me a bit and doesn't leave so much to me alone'. Otherwise this won't work," she retorted tersely. 'This' was not Firemane, but their marriage and Siobhan was running out of patience.


She turned away and paced a bit in the chamber. They had a few minutes before the recess was over. "I'm only playing the Eldorai's silly game as long as needed to keep the powder keg from exploding so we can break up this cabal of cowards and traitors. I will not let my honour be besmirched with the stain of cowardice by running away and as pissed as I am, I don't want to ruin Anya. But then it will be time to change things and lay down new rules. No more free handouts, no more miracle rescues. I let my affection for Adril blind me. She was not the icon I made her out to be." Tegaea would probably be happy about her wife finally taking off the rose tinted glasses. Alas, Siobhan was irritated with her, too.

 

[Elincia Alanis]

Once the young Eldorai crouched down to have a closer look at the body, the already stinking smell of the corpse hit her. It almost made her gag but her stomach was stronger than that. "You should take a shower more often... Oh wait." She talked to herself as she started to look for who she was, or even better, who sent her here. Because who she was wasn't that important at this point. Dark? Well, she was dead so knowing her name wouldn't help.

Anyway, once she started examining her belongings, her comm beeped, and she opened it immediately, hoping that everything went well. Seeing the fire lady on the screen brought a smile to her face. "Strip? I... don't think that's a good idea right now but if you want... ohh you said sitrep." Well, there were a lot of distractions in the connection, so it was totally normal that she misunderstood. Totally not because it was one of her fangirling fantasies about the lady.

"Well, sniper is dead. My face hurts. We are fine. I am trying to find something that would help us find who's behind this. Oh hey shiny. I found some sort of necklace. Can I keep it? I'll keep it."

She continued examining the body, from the destroyed part of the sniper's armor some kind of tattoo got her attention. And she took care of the armor to take a closer look.

"Found something like a tattoo. Sending a photo. Looks fun."

With that, she took a photo of the weird looking tattoo and pressed the send button.

"You know what's it?"

[member="Kaida Taldir"] [member="Alize Rosenheim"]

 

[Tegaea Alcori]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
It hurt.

It hurt because Siobhan was right, and because Tegaea hadn’t been keeping her eye on the ball for the last few years. It hurt because in her heart of hearts Tegaea knew that at this moment she and her wife had very different agendas.

Firemane had been a way for her to take back control of her life after losing the Protectorate. Over time though she had not been as committed, especially more lately, compared with Siobhan. Siobhan had a burning drive to drive further, harder, to make herself and the galaxy better. If Tegaea was honest with herself did she feel the same?

The answer was…yes, but in a different way.

“You’re right, I’ve let you down. We do need to have a serious discussion about the future when this is done. For now though, you deal with these bitches, I’ll handle the ground situation. I’ll get a command post setup and funnel in troops or supplies as needed from here.”

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Tegaea Alcori"]


There was a gulf between them. Once Tegaea had been full of fire. Someone Siobhan looked up to. Who did not need the Force to get things done and achieve greatness. Now....not so much. Siobhan did not understand her. She saw that her wife admitted she'd failed her, but she was also deeply jaded.


"We do. Later," Siobhan said with a sigh and turned away. She did nothing to soften the blow. No 'I love you', no 'we can work through this'. Selfish? Perhaps, but she was angry, stressed and disappointed. After all that had happened, she felt that she was entitled to a little selfishness.


Tegs would either rediscover her fire...or not, and then Siobhan would not be staying. "Thank you for your advice. Make sure our troops give that rabble hell." Her tone was stiff. Then she limped away towards the council chambers. Like it or not, she had duties to attend to and she could not ignore them because of her personal life. Otherwise she'd be unworthy of leadership.

 

[Vaena Askari]

[member="Elincia Alanis"], [member="Alize Rosenheim"]


Between the damage inflicted by the bolter's explosive bolt and the Sarix, Askari was not in the best places. She'd slumped upon the corpse of the traitor Angelii and was pressing her hand against the wound in her abdomen, where the glowing blade had pierced her armour.


All around her, it seemed the battle had come to a close. Bodies littered the streets, rioters were being collared and dragged away, medics were swarming out to help the wounded. One of the healers rushed towards the wounded Angelii.


"A necklace? Whatever. Wing Leader, stay on target," the Host Leader snapped with uncharacteristic impatience. "Send the image to me right now," she said with some vehemence in her voice when Elincia stopped being ooh-shinied.


"Host Leader, we must get you to the command post now," a healer urged her, but Askari waved her words aside as if they were buzzing insects. Alas, she was just as stubborn as her boss.


"I'm staying on the frontlines till the fight is over. Do what you need to here," she snapped with more than a hint of irritation, reaching out for her datapad with her good hand before the medic could snatch it away. She blinked when she saw the image of the tattoo. It was a circle with a horizontal line bisecting the 25% of it, showing Earth and the bounds of heaven.


"It's the Circle of Asur. How can you not know such a well-known symbol. Every good Eldorai does! You must visit the temple more," Askari scolded the junior Angelii. Being so ignorant of the Goddess was anathema to her.


Her jaw tightened, a grunt of pain escaped her throat as her injury made itself known. "Light, it's used by the Society of the Shining Path. That means..." Shining Path meant he Society For the Propagation of Ashira's Grand Design and Her Shining and Blessed Path.


The revelation hit her like a brick wall. "Cadalthor. Feth," she said almost in a whisper while she was being loaded on to a stretcher. "I am still fit for battle. This information must reach the Seraph," she protested.


xxx


[member="Farryn Loragwyn"]


While Farryn was trapped inside her dreamscape, her unconscious body had been taken away from the battlefield. When she eventually awoke, she would find herself in the medical wing of an Eldorai military prison.


Many other rioters would find themselves in the same place. On the bright side, this meant that healers would take care of the disgraced noblelady's wounds and patch her up. However, she'd also face the consequences of having allegedly performed witchcraft.


Who knew what Farryn might dream of while she was trapped in mental prison of her own creation during the time she was unconscious. Perhaps she would encounter a shade of Faith, mocking and taunting her. Perhaps relive that dreadful moment where Calix had been cruelly murdered. Maybe the trauma would break her, or compel her to take control of her life.

 

[HK-36]

[member="Caerys Argente"],


The Greycloak nodded,

"Yes, voluntary."

He agreed with air quotes, it would be pretty clear that with a copy of HK's mind residing in the droid he also inherited the original unit's humor. But of course he was merely joking, right? Right? Right.

Anyway, the droids would go with Osway and others inside the building, as they did the Greycloak spoke still,

"And of course, these are your people and your territory after all. I am glad you are interested in our projects, so few organics recognize value of a good cybernetic, whether for augmentation or prosthetic purposes. Even then, HRDs are often misunderstood among them, a stigma much of our mechanized kind share, especially when we show signs of intelligence equal or greater to that of our biological counterparts."

Or perhaps it was just a cover-up for HK's development of a legion of assassin droids able to perfectly blend into organic societies and change disguises. Either way, the machines walked inside the hospital with the procession of Firemane personnel, stepping inside the first room with badly wounded troops the Greycloak would glance around to see their state and how many of them were there.

Walking over to the first bed on his left he would reach to pick up the medical info sheet or equivalent attached to the foot of their bed to look over their reported condition.


[member="Joza Perl"],

Meanwhile on the other side of the Galaxy,

HK did not escalate things from a 0 to a 10 by sending her pics of his pale featureless groin, instead he would sent out just another transmission, one would think that would be a given but it's nice to just clarify from time to time,

"And seeing how they are willing to work with Sith I am not sure if they would not be above taking our medics hostage to use them against us, they already tried to do so with Kaeshana's civilians during battle, after they burnt them on crosses. Either way, I will see you in person soon."

The machine decided to skip the snarky comment about how even if they would want to keep him out he would probably manage to dig up some long forgotten hyperlane route and slip his way into Kal'Shebbol sector, this was no time to measure droicks.


His ship would move closer and closer towards its destination, being at the edge of what would become the ORC space in the near future, just a bit more and HK would be making his landing on Kal'Shebbol, in fact Joza would probably soon enough receive a transmission that the droid and his convoy entered Outback space.

 

[Farryn Loragwyn]

Finally freed from her self-constructed hell, Farryn opened her eyes and stared emptily at the ceiling above her. Sensing something different about her arms, the albino Eldorai slowly lifted them to see her right bandaged and the lower half of her left missing.

"Calix," Farryn whispered in an attempt to summon her twin but it was all in vain. He did not appear and had seemingly abandoned her in an unfamiliar place.

"Calix," she called for her twin, louder this time but once again, he was nowhere to be seen. Believing she had lost everything, Farryn gritted her teeth disgusted at her own weaknesses as rage filled the void left by Calix's absence.

No longer would she return to her mother's residence like a beggar pleading for an audience with the woman who had disowned her - she needed to let go of the past. She needed to be strong and most importantly, she needed to see justice served by a righteous hand - her own hand.

[member="Vaena Askari"]​

 

[Tempest]

[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] [member="Six-O"] [member="Nima Tann"] [member="Kaida Taldir"]

It was over quite quickly. The slaughter had been terrible, the massacre of protestors fit to rival the 22nd of January, though in this case the rioters had been armed and dangerous.
The result though was still terrible. Dozens lay dead or dying in the fields around the gunship.

Some, a very few, had been subdued by Nima Tann’s considerable mental prowess, and that dozen or so were soon arrested as they lay dazed and semi-conscious around the Jedi Master.

The rest, cut down by slugs, ice and blade, lay in heaps, fallen like obscene and bloody fruit.

Tempest staggered down from the turret and lurched over towards where her rescuers had appeared.
As she did, she passed Taryc and Nima. “Good job, girls. Thank you. I’ll get some medics over here to help you out.”

“Kaida, I’m in your debt, thank you. There’s no time to waste though, I have a lead on where the ringleaders are operating out of. We need to get there before they can scatter.”

She directed some Eldorai healers towards the gunship to assist Taryc, Nima and the others who might need aid.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

[member="HK-36"], [member="Joza Perl"] (tagging the latter since it's the same plot, though in different areas)


"Yes, voluntary," the Doctor emphasised sternly. "Consent is an important word. You'll get used to it." Firemane took consent very seriously - along with safe words. It was vital for any relationship.


"And I daresay HRDs would face less stigma if so many did not have the unfortunate tendency to turn into genocidal conquerors," Osway responded. "I blame Archangel - and bad holovids."


Regardless, the Greycloak would be led to one of the rooms for wounded soldiers. He would end up at the bed of a badly mutilated Eldorai soldier. The soldier girl had lost a leg, her face was scarred by shrapnel, one of her pointed ears had been mutilated and an eye was dead. A good portion of her body was wrapped in bandages.


"Corporal Ariawyn Pacaryn. She blew up a First Order bunke during the advance through the trenches at Dawn while under heavy fire. Then got hit by a rocket. Eldorai culture, unfortunately, has a stigma against cybernetics," Osway explained, then reached out to gently pat the soldier's hand. "Ms. Pacaryn," she said in a more gentle, caring tone. "This is the representative from the Iron Baron I mentioned would come to visit you."


"Right. The 'metal demon'." The Eldorai seemed to rouse herself from her sleep. She was obviously affected by painkillers and bacta, but seemed alert. "You're the machine who can fix me up again so that I can shoot those Sith bastards?"

 

[Vaena Askari]

[member="Farryn Loragwyn"]


Farryn had found resolution to stand up for herself and pursue her quest of vengeance, for good or ill. Resolve was something she would need a great deal of in the days to come, for her troubles had only just begun.


Though ostensibly the chamber looked like a hospital room, it would probably immediately become apparent to the disgraced noblelady that she was not here as an innocent patient, but a prisoner. For one, she wore an unpleasant metal collar around her neck. There was a guard standing outside her room.


Farryn would also notice that a grim looking woman wearing the flowing obsidian robe of a Priestess of Ardarvia stood above her. Ardarvia was the Eldorai Goddess of Justice, Law and Order. Among other things, her cult was responsible for enforcing discipline, which was why religious courts came under their purview. In these more enlightened times, their authority had waned, but they were still a powerful force.


The woman's stance was strong, commanding and utterly inflexible. Long black hair framed her severe face. A powerful aura of the Force surrounded her. "Do not try to move or summon any of your foul confederates, apostate. You will find that the nullification rituals are more than a match for your sorcery. Do you have anything to confess now before your trial? A plea for clemency now will find those judging you much more willing to listen than later," she spoke coldly.

 

[Farryn Loragwyn]

Noticing the Priestess, Farryn shot the woman an icy glare. "Do tell how I summoned one of my foul confederates if I have no Sciia. The supposed daemon that appeared before the Angelii was my twin who had been brutally murdered by my younger brother and sister." the albino Eldorai frowned. "I refuse to beg for mercy like a beaten pup. With that being said, I do, however, have one request - inform my dear sister, Faith Loragwyn that I will come for her."

"Calix," Farryn called with more resolve. "I need you. Please, come out. I need your help."

Be strong, don't let her sense your emotions.

"Calix," the albino Eldorai called with a firm tone. "I need you."

"Farryn..." she could hear the pain in her brother's voice. "I'm sorry..." Calix muttered as he appeared before her with his head hung.

"Don't be,' she frowned and turned to the Priestess. "This is Calix Loragwyn, my twin."

[member="Vaena Askari"]​

 

[Vaena Askari]

[member="Farryn Loragwyn"]


"Daemon!" one of the guards cried out when Calix suddenly appeared out of thin air besides Farryn. However, Abbess Servillia Lakalva, for such was her name, was not the type to flinch when a spirit suddenly manifested. Indeed, her stance remained as rigid as ever.


She looked mildly irritated by the interruption and gave the guard a stern look. "Be silent, will you? If it is a daemon, I shall cleanse it. But you're incapable of judging that." Then her stern eyes bore through Farryn, as if trying to drill holes into her mind.


"Mind your tone, girl. I am an Abbess of the Cult of Ardarvia. I can have you flogged and worse. If you bare false witness and lies leap from your tongue, I shall know and the punishment will be severe," she declared icily.


Her eyes took in the spirit. It had appeared seemingly on command, but she had not felt the girl exert any Sciia. Its presence was both concerning and intriguing. "Elaborate, spirit. What manner of shade are you and how can you manifest in this world?" she demanded imperiously. "And you, girl, speak as well. Leave nothing out. You claim to be members of the House of Loragwyn."

 

[HK-36]

[member="Caerys Argente"],


Well Firemane was gross as always with their double entendres about consent and safe words, thankfully most of the time it went over the droids' heads, or they simply ignored it to not pry any deeper, least they would find out something they did not want to learn,

"Droids and intelligence are not that different from clones and Force sensitivity, it is possible but most of them lose their mind and turn towards the dark in the process, especially if they try to blend in with the organics in the process. Of course, their stability will improve if they will take things slow, but that is a discussion for another time."

The Greycloak moved on as he was introduced to the first wounded soldier,

"Yes, I recall those trenches, Abregado droids were the ones who spear headed the attack and captured first defensive lines."

The droid mused over the battle's memory before focusing on the wounded Eldorai,

"Yes, Corporal, you will shoot, and you will never miss. With your hand you will stop bolts of plasma and with a touch you will fry a stormtrooper's brain into ash or crush their throat into dust. You will never miss again, and with one look, just like us metal demons, you will be able to wipe their minds and enthrall them. I will fix you and give you the power to take vengeance on what they have done to you, your kin, and Kaeshana."