Deploy to Meeting

[Tor'valen'di]

Valen stepped off the shuttle that had taken him from Csilla to Coruscant, heart of the galaxy and now capital of the Sith. His crisp gray military uniform jacket and pants gave him a professional air, one he hardly ever discarded. He had been following all the major and minor confrontations between the Republic and the Sith, all signs pointed at Sith ascendance and the Republic descending. If any faction could give him a chance to shine, to rightly show he was a master tactician, it would be those that served the Dark Side. It wasn't unheard of for Chiss to join the One Sith, half of the Ascendancy was under their control now after all.

"Come, Lynala, we must not keep our host waiting," he said to his six year old daughter as she walked down the ramp behind him. "Darth Praelior is a Voice of the Sith and demands respect and punctuality. So be on your utmost best behavior and do nothing to upset her."

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[Tor'Lynala'Di]

"Yes Daddy," Lynala replied as she followed him down the ramp. The small child almost had to run to keep up with her father's large strides. She was wearing a simple grey dress at her father's request. He always demanded that she dress up when he brought her along on important errands. She was used to the militaristic way her life was run. She aspired to one day be like her father and so had begged him to allow her to join him at the meeting. [member="Tor'valen'di"] [member="Darth Praelior"]

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

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Balaya was in the basement labs at work, all of her meetings were being brought here to her and if they really needed her they would know what to do. The Asherian on the table was squirming under her hands while she was putting the IV's into her. With the armor they were designing, with the purpose she was working to give these being it would all serve a very beneficial purpose going forwards. The Sentinel Program was functioning as planned and she was designing the armor that would encase these being in it as the machines worked on sealing and confining them. Her apprentice Elara was there ready to direct any and all down to the basement and her master though as some scream came up from the basement.

 

[Tor'valen'di]

"Look Lynala, the Sith Palace, a grand example of the might that they possess. Or so they like to show," Valen said to his daughter. "It was truly impressive feat that Coruscant fell as it did, but even more impressive is the Sith have continued to advance and take world after world from the Republic. Hubris will do that, remember that lesson, my daughter."

As they entered the palace, he caught one of the apprentices that was in the lobby and asked where Darth Praelior was. Informed that she was in the deepest parts of the palace, working on some project and that he only need follow the screams, he began the descent into the bowels of the palace, his daughter behind him.

 

[Tor'Lynala'Di]

Lynala did her best to ignore the screaming as she followed her father. She refused to allow her father to see that the screams unsettled and even frightened her. Her father would not approve of fear, especially from her. So she tried to imagine she was somewhere else, and shut the screams out. She looked around curiously as the descending deeper into the palace. She had never been inside a Sith palace before. It was quite an interesting experience. [member="Tor'valen'di"]

 

[Tor'valen'di]

The screams grew increasingly louder as they reached one section of the basement. His eyes and brain couldn't help but note that even this simple hallway was designed to have ambush points in the shadows, the walls seemed to be reinforced. The Sith had made even their dungeon stronger than most usually were and also had turned it into a highly defensible spot if the palace were attacked.

"Remember, best behavior, daughter," he said, pushing the door open to Darth Praelior's lab. The Zeltron Sith was immediately the center of attention, as she commanded both supreme authority here and was the largest being present. A writhing and screaming Asherian was on a table in front of the Sith, pieces of armor nearby appeared to be designed to be grafted onto the subject.

"Thank you granting me this audience, my Lord," he said, bowing at the waist with one hand crossed in front of him. "I hope my daughter and I are not interrupting anything."

 

[Tor'Lynala'Di]

Lynala followed her dad's example, bowing in much the same fashion, except she almost toppled over with hers. Being six years old, Lynala wasn't the most coordinated of creatures. She looked up at Darth Praelior in awe. She had never seen anyone that tall before. She almost began asking millions of questions, but bit her tongue at the last minute. She didn't want to embarrass or anger her father by pestering the Sith, so she stood beside him quietly. The little Chiss flinched slightly as the Asherian on the table let out a particularly loud scream, but forced herself to recover quickly, fighting the urge to place her hands over her ears. [member="Tor'valen'di"] [member="Darth Praelior"]

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

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Balaya continued to work on the sentinels.. these beings of flesh and force power were coming along well enough. The armor they were to be encased in sitting there as the leggings sections were finished and enclosed as the table was being worked on. Her fingers touching the woman's temples and pushing the darkside energies itno her mind and body. She needed to serve and serve her masters well. This wasn't like some mindless army these were silent sentries that would be protecting key figures. Balaya tilted her head up when the two approached with Elara. Her purple eyes shifting to look upon them. "Ah and who are you?"

 

[Tor'valen'di]

"Tor'valen'di," Valen said, holding his bow. "My daughter Tor'lynala'di and I have travelled from Csilla to find a way to join the service of Sith. I myself was a member of the Chiss Defense Force until just recently as it quickly became apparent my rivals in the navy were stopping my advancement. I was advised that more opportunities existed amongst the Sith military, and I wish to place my analytic and tactical mind at your disposal."

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[Tor'Lynala'Di]

Lynala hovered next to her father, gazing around the lab. She was very interested in her surroundings, her father had taught her to always be aware of them, that way it would be much harder for someone to take her by surprised. When her father finished speaking she looked up at Darth Praelior again.

"Hi," the little Chiss said, bowing once again as she spoke. Once again she almost fell over due to her lack of coordination at the age of six. [member="Tor'valen'di"]

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

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Balaya looked at the two now more closely and was taking them in as she gave a small nod of her head. Speaking and working while the pelvis and chest section of the armor was being setup she raised the table and started sliding the space elf into the armor it coming to her med section thanks to the lifts her feet were secured in. The mechanical sounds as they locked in placed and she moaned in pain and tried to wake up getting out. She was being nearly grafted into the armor as more and more tubed were being placed within the armors systems and protective sections. Balaya was looking upon the being while a chest section came up with a breathing mask and visor. "I see, well the One Sith are always looking for talent but the real queston is what are you hoping for your daughter to do? Will be follow you or did you bring her here for another reason?"

 

[Tor'valen'di]

"I had assumed she would travel with me, unless you have some other directive," Valen said, cringing slightly internally. While his daughter had some measure of his respect and love, he knew any protest on his part to the Voice would end poorly for the both of them.

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[Tor'Lynala'Di]

"I wanna be just like my daddy... But... Uh nevermind," The little Chiss had been tempted to mention something odd that had happened a few weeks ago. The little girl had been frustrated about something which resulted in a glass on her nightstand beside her bed somehow flying into the wall and shattering. She had cleaned the shards up before her Father had found out, afraid that he would be upset with her for breaking it even though she wasn't quite sure how the event had even occurred. She knew this wasn't something normal, but other than that she had no idea what had happened. [member="Tor'valen'di"] @Darth Praelior

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

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Balaya continued to looked at them for a moment longer while the space elf was fixed with the arm sections of the armor and the thick plates were sealed with a small hiss. Small repulsors in the palms matched boosters in the boots and small boosters on the back as she continued to look upon them speaking. "I see, she will serve a purpose. The Sith while taking children young prefer ones who can hold a blade and wear some protective armors." She stepped away for a moment while her hands were working on the equipment and movitoned with a finger kneeling down. "Come closer little one, I think I am going to keep you with me."

 

[Tor'valen'di]

Valen gently pushed his daughter by the shoulders over to the Zeltron, but giving her a squeeze for strength. She was behaving admirably, and it sounded like he would soon have a commission within the One Sith. He had no idea what purpose she could serve now though, she was only six but it appeared [member="Darth Praelior"] was interested in his daughter for another reason that baffled the usually analytical Chiss.

"Go on, Lynala, I'll be right here. This is a chance to make me more proud of you than ever before," he whispered as she took a step towards the towering Sith.

The space elf behind the Zeltron was almost fully encased in armor now, and he wondered just what project she had planned for this elf and possibly others like him.

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[Tor'Lynala'Di]

Lynala nodded and walked over to the Zeltron, she stood in front of Balaya, shifting her weight from foot to foot nervously as she waited for the Sith to say or do something. She resisted the urge to hang her head, doing her best to keep her chin up and appear strong. The little Chiss didn't want to displease her father, or make a fool of herself in front of such a powerful member of the One Sith. [member="Tor'valen'di"] [member="Darth Praelior"]

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

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Balaya looked at the little girl and smiled speaking while her hand still came up, she held the sentinel helmet and slid it on as the armor hissed and was slowly being hooked up to tubes. The little chiss her hand moved to touch a finger on her chin. "Ah so nervous, there is no need to be my dear until you are strong enough you will serve me as an attendant. Now." Her hand came up as she snapped and spoke. "Lyn do the thing and get ready. Once these sentinels are filled and finished we shall be testing hem." Her finer snapped again as she motioned. "Now go and get dressed black robes and a belt."

 

[Tor'Lynala'Di]

Lynala nodded, run off in the direction Balaya gestured in. She returned in the requested clothing and stood quietly beside the Zeltron. She wondered what the giant would have her do next. Lynala briefly wonder if Darth Praelior would accidentally step on her. The Chiss girl was tiny compared to the woman she stood beside. She resisted the urge to take a few steps away from the woman as she thought of what being stepped on would do to her. [member="Darth Praelior"]

 

[Tor'valen'di]

Valen stood by, curious at why the Sith Lord would be interested in his daughter gaining the garments of the Sith. The space elf on the table, the Sentinel as Darth Praelior called it, was a fascinating amalgamation of technology and sheer power. He would remain silent and respectful until the Sith Lord asked, as a sign of what any good military man should do.

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[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

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Balaya waited for the girl to return as she finished, securing the helmet over the sentinel as its face mask opened showing the eyes of the space elf. The suit started filling with the biogel as slowly she spoke with the readouts on her datapad. "Move forward." The sentinel started walking as the tubes pumped into it going over the face to fill it up and the face mask protecting them from being obscured before she closed it up sealing the mask of the being then a red visor went back and forth. "Continue forward." The sentinel was detached as it started moving more and more. "Stp." It finished and was standing still as she focused on it. "It will still take work but there is some plans and the sith magics making them loyal will serve a purpose... as for you two there are small things. The sith navy will require your help. We are working on more ships to compliment the Immortal and Dark Blade. Serve well and you will be rewarded, fail or betray us... well I am always looking for new experiments." She looked down and started walking as her forward motion brought the sentinel with her. "Lyn follow." She let the threat/promise remain there in the air. The daughter might be to young to understand but she had made a point to display what could be done with those who were questionable to the One Sith.