Divided We Fall [Open to all but One Sith and their Allies]

[Olivia Dem'adas]

Olivia stared at the man for a moment of silence before closing her eyes and calmly standing up. "Come with me." She said to [member="Olidiv Kenu"] as she walked past him and out of the room, into the warm air and bright sun that awaited outside.

Leading him away from the others, Olivia came to a stop next to a large tree with fat, green leaves. She had watched the man practice his swordplay in the briefing room before he spoke to her. It was stiff, formal, and repetitive, but it wasn't completely hopeless. Coming to a stop under the shade of the tree, Olivia rounded on the man and slowly drew her blade.

She saw the glimmer of fear and confusion pass over his eyes for the second it took him to realize she wasn't attacking him. She pulled the Beskar plated sheath from her belt and tossed it at the man, anticipating that her own blade would likely slice through whatever his cane was made out of.

"Defend yourself." was all she said to the man before taking a combat stance and lunging a shot at the man's heart.

 

[Camellia Swift]

[member="Alyesa Praxon-Organa"] [member="Coric Adromak"]

It had taken longer to walk back and then further out as she hoped to run into the head of the Incom Corporation. To be fair though Camellia did not really know the woman so she would not have assumed that the Alderaan refugee would be taking the time off from the discussions to sit in the hanger. The young Rendili woman was more thankful the door was open so one could see inside and clearly see the people within. She had not heard what they were speaking about at first, but listened carefully when she started entering the bay. The one speaking to Ms. Organa was one of the others who had been in the conference, and the Rendili Stardrive head did not like the way he was saying things.

"Saying we should place all our hopes on this one negotiation for an alliance is a rather dismal and foolish way of things." To her it sounded as if the man were trying to play on Alyesa's fears for his own gain, whatever it may be. There honestly seemed to be no reason else to tell the woman everything was already over because the Silver Jedi had not shown . Saying that the Republic and Jedi would fail in a counter offensive as well was just going to further depress and upset the Alderaan in exile. It merely sounded as such though, so she would not call him out on it should she be wrong. "Everyone that showed up need not agree either, nor do I think they will or that the alliance would be functional or work out in the long run. I do however feel that in the end this will drive things to action. Your offer is a bit hasty and ill timed. Should a contingency plan for a failed invasion be required, the matter should be mentioned in the conference so that Ms. Organa can receive more opportunities and allies as well. Giving her your lone offer might give her the wrong idea she cannot accept others, and may not think to ask herself. Offering her aid was generous and quite noble, I ask you choose your words more carefully though. Telling her things are doomed before they have begun will not help her, your words also hint towards reminding her of her worries, again understandable you want her to think ahead in case of failure, but you need not dredge up her fears to do so."

In all honesty she felt like a fool approaching them and intervening. However, she had made her way here to offer some words to Alyesa Organa and to find someone playing on the woman's fears was not encouraging. "We do not know for certain that the Silver Jedi won't launch their own campaign against the Sith, or at the very least the Sith won't know they won't. The niggling worry they might have another foe and improperly prepare for it and grant us opportunity can be a help itself. Also negotiations appeared to be going well aside from some of the more aggressive remarks. At the very least I would say the Protectorate and the Republic may join forces, and the Mandolorians have enough reason to fight I don't think they will disagree to the idea. And the Sanctum has set everything up so I don't feel they will back out of this in the end either. Even if they do however, I think the Republic and Jedi have a real chance of liberating Alderann with the right tactics. There would be several ways to go about it correctly and I wouldn't want to keep us all day. As for the rest. . ." Bowing slightly to Alyesa Organa before giving a proper salute as well, Camellia deeply hoped what she had said made as much sense as it did to her. "I for one was going to make a similar offer of aid. I was going to let you know Ms. Organa that I intend to speak with Senator Chi Chuchi and also to the military committee on Rendili about seeing if we can get military and humanitarian aid to Alderaan regardless of how things go here. I also wanted to ask that you should consider making the plea for more aid yourself in the meeting, though your offer of the Stealth X designs to anyone who joined in the Alliance was likely something along those lines."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

That earned a snort from the masked woman in beskar'kandar. "Didn't think you were capable of finding anything pleasant, Wolf." She stood with a grunt, eyes tracking events in motion. "And I didn't think you expected to see anything else. Any of these folks want my help, they know I'll show up."

She bailed.

 

[Aurelia Saelari]

[member="Callisto Scarlett"]

Aurelia had said nothing whilst the prattle went on. When the Silver Jedi had appeared and left with their supine message, and the contemptible Levantines showed their lack of resolve she merely narrowed her eyes.
"Yes, let's go. This was not a meeting of potential allies, this was a collection of petty cowards and traitors."
She left the room with Scarlett in tow. If you wanted something done properly, you had to do it yourself, it seemed.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Aurelia Saelari"]


Callisto had her own thoughts about the 'Space Viking'...and who he really had been, but kept those to herself since they were not called for at present. Same applied to the 'Last Alliance'. So she departed alongside Aurelia, her shadow as always. Soon their ship had taken off and they had departed the system.


Perhaps a coalition of the willing would form and crush the Sith. Perhaps the One Sith would subjugate the Galaxy and bring 'order'. She was, you might have guessed it, not emotionally invested.

 

[HK-36]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"],

"Excuse me for a while."

HK would give a quick bow to Siobhan and Friedrich as he saw the situation getting more and more out of control,


In quick pace he moved to intercept the people he has noticed leaving,

"Ashin-"

He would speak out to @Ashin Veranin, whose, for some reason changed figure- wait, how would he know it's Ashin if she changed shape and she was younger now? I mean he hasn't spoken to her for a bit, even in her previous form, and hasn't kept track on what was happening with her personal life through SpaceBook. Wouldn't that mean he would have even less trails now to recognize her than before? - shut up, logic, not time for that now.

"-Ashin, get in touch with me when you can, I think it is finally time for us to talk."


As much as the droid would love to give more attention to her, he just passed by her, making a bee-line towards [member="Aurelia Saelari"], [member="Callisto Scarlett"],

"Madame Saelari."

He would give her a nod,

"Miss Wren."

And he would say coldly looking at Callisto.


"I am the current Baron and Exarch of Abregado-Rae, I believe it would be beneficial to us both if we talked."

The droid would take out a holo-card, offering it to Saelari,

"On here you will find everything you need to contact me in your convenience."

Machine would look back at the meeting, scanning over the crowds and other beings there carefully,

"I do wonder what else can go wrong before the day is over. Although, to be fair, we have done some productive talk earlier on."

"I cannot stress that part enough, we have been productive during my presentation."

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Friedrich Stahlmann"], [member="HK-36"]


"Wars aren't won by committees. Especially one as disorganised as this here," Siobhan said dismissively, slowly exhaling the smoke she had been holding in her lungs before flicking the cigarette butt hard enough for it to reach the trash can. Think of the environment. "If the coalition of the willing gets its act together, they know my number. In the meantime have an ancient Sith lord to kill. Good luck, Admiral."



And with these words Siobhan departed and quickly made her way back to her shuttle, which then lifted off into the air and, after breaking through the atmosphere, brought her back to her cruiser. The Ashira's Justice jumped to hyperspace and vanished from the system in a flash. She had her own war to fight.

 

[Jonathon Patches]

Much to [member="Siara Kai"] 's disappointment, Patches was a bit old school. He didn't have the lastest IOS software on his IComp Ultra-Thin-Mini-Breeze-pad 87. His was about 38 versions out of date, and didn't come with all the bells and whistles of newer versions. There was no cybernetic ocular visual to be had; he preferred his datapads to be of the common, cheap, and easily programmable variety. It made them affordable, and of course disposable.

Though with that aged technology meant it was more susceptible to outside intrusion, and his datapad no doubt lit up like a hot spot on Siara's network. The image of a roasting pig was a clear message, and though it made his person of interest's location a bit more clear, it no doubt left him more exposed.

Fine, he mused to himself. We can play this game.

Several transmitters were pulled from his backpack, and after a few moments of quick calibration, all of which were synched to his datapad, to emit the same signal. Unfortunately, he only had a half a dozen - he had packed a bit light for this endeavour - but they would do nonetheless. Three were slipped into the pockets of passing strangers, another two were discarded into passing by speeders, while the last remained stationary, at a lovely lit cafe called - of all things - "The Cat & Mouse".

A grin formed on his face, as he sent another databurst, this one containing an endless loop of a fireplace being stoked and maintained for hours on end. Hidden within the code, embedded deep within it, was a simple text reading, "You're getting rusty."

 

[Marek S'hadar]

He'd been kept off Teta, intercepted at Alderaan, and so many other times the Jedi Master found himself kept away from his enemies, it wouldn't happen again, he wouldn't let it. The hooded man kept his mouth shut as others discussed plans as he tried to keep the internal flame of rage at bay. But the sparks of hate could be seen in his eyes which shone out from under the hood. He crossed his armored arms, bored and trying to divert some attention from his eyes, not that it would really do much for that, but hey he tried.

As the conference fell apart Marek left, but like with his eyes, he'd tried.

 

[Saki]

[member="Marek S'hadar"]

Saki looked at everything happening and stepped away from the table as she followed one of the few people she knew. Well okay she knew the others but she at least understood Marek and the master wasn't that hard to find in the force. "You know leaving without at least a fist bump is rude." She had a smirk and presented a closed fist while going. "Come on there are things we can do while they do whatever."

 

[Marek S'hadar]

A half smirk graced the Jedi's face as he bumped [member="Saki"]'s fist with his own, the armored gauntlet meeting her hand. "If only one of those things was make progress against this threat." He grumbled turning to follow his fellow Jedi. Both of them were fighters, both were stubborn, and both had had their brushes with darkness, his probably much more significant but they had common ground, and that made a friend to Marek.

 

[Roth Tillian]

Roth shook his head sadly. People were drifting off now. Right as things were really beginning to get together. What did they expect? Everyone working together immediately? The fact that plans had been made so quickly was a surprise. He was prepared for several days of arguing and tension before anything usable appeared.

He was going to stick around until everyone had left. Just to let them all know the Rebel Alliance was ready to do whatever possible to end the Sith threat. So, he sat, arms crossed, and legs up on a now-empty chair, waiting for the recess to end.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Remaining a voyeur to the conversation, Kiskla was silent for quite some time as the transactions exchanged from authority to authority. It didn’t come as a surprise that The Silver Jedi declined being a part of this, though she was disheartened by their response. They had left The Order because they believed being a part of the Order was distracting them from doing what Jedi were supposed to do. Now, they busied themselves with hunting down artifacts for their benefit only and harbouring fugitives. That was but a blip in the conversation, more and more speech spilled forth and Kiskla couldn’t dedicate the time to consider hubris over direction.

[member="Rosa Gunn"] asked for [member=“Popo”]’s representatives to speak up about what they knew about these battles. This would have been an opportune time for the girl to speak up, however she was beaten to the punch. Oddly enough. The droid [member="HK-36"] spun an excellent and informative story. Some tried to interject, but their tongues were stayed.

At the mention of the Archives, Kiskla reached to her hip to produce a portable data-pad. A data-pad-mini, and entered a series of procedural security codes. Her clearance to the Jedi Archives were unparalleled, but there were some within The Republic databanks that she could not access. Baffor sap seemed…fine.

“The designs are still secured. We can pass those your way for development once the Mandalorians provide the samples, Princess Organa.” ([member="Alyesa Praxon-Organa"]). “And there’s been no word of compromise from The Eclipse station. We could send a team to investigate, however, to review the operative functionalities of this weapon.” She spoke enigmatically of ‘this weapon’ because the Vong war had been before her time. Perhapse the Chancellor would have more information on this.

Then, things started spiralling. The Valkyrie agitator was pointing fingers, and several more were pointing back at him with a few more pointing in general directions.

And then, more happened and an intermission was decided.

Spoiler

I'm certain I missed quite a bit, but I'm here now! Just..playing catchup. Sorry if I missed something. glagh

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Before the Princess could say anything, someone interrupted... [member="Camellia Swift"]. Coric frowned and turned to face the lady. "Excuse me. I was having a private conversation. Please be so kind not to intrude or interrupt." He motioned back towards the conference area. "If you will excuse us and take your leave, before you put more words in my. I will let Princess Alyesa make her own decisions." He said to Camellia and kept a straight face as he spoke but he was clearly annoyed.

 

[Saki]

[member="Marek S'hadar"]

Saki smirked "Well. We did make some progress." She more shrugged and laughed a little to herself. "I mean for a time there was a bunch of people sitting at a table.... and we all agreed the refreshments were fine." She waited for a moment and kept walking. "What can you expect though, there are a handful of people in that room we know we can trust. Or that we actually believe don't have some other motives. You were a sith, I fought then on Togoria, we got to stick together because given their reaction there are people who we need to protect and help." Now she was having a full smile. "So hows your little emerald skinned beauty?"

 

[Camellia Swift]

Annoyed or not, [member="Coric Adromak"] was already behind the Rendili woman in terms of irritation. He dare get upset after he tried to subvert someone for his own desires, hunting down them when they were alone as soon as the conference went into a recess, and then wave her off and tell her to leave. Her eyes narrowed coldly toward the man as she tried keeping her features composed and resisted the urge to punch his face and call him slime. "I have as much right to talk to her as you do, and this facility does not belong to you. So unless Ms. Organa herself wishes for me to make an exit there is no reason for me to listen to what you have to so rudely say. I take back what I said that you were trying to help but worded things wrong, you're simply ignorant about the weight words have."

 

[Olivia Dem'adas]

Olidiv Kenu

(Sorry, but it's been three days with no response. I wanted to have some back-and-forth with you, but I'd also like to get back to the meeting and participate there before I get left behind (if it picks up again))

Olivia's sword was swatted to the side by Kenu's block. She pulled back and struck at his heart again, to the same effect. Olivia stepped back quickly, assuming a different combat stance, and lunged for the man's heart once more. He blocked each blow as it came for his heart and his life. Quicker and quicker, Olivia pressed the attack. Kendu blocked and parried each strike, but Olivia's fierce attacks were forcing him to take steps backwards to keep his distance. Again and again she attacked, eyes locked onto the man's heart as if determined to take it from him.

Finally, feeling that Kenu was ready to learn his lesson, Olivia swung her sword to the right and lunged forward with all her might. Instead of a blade, her left fist shot forward aimed squarely at Kenu's jaw.

 

[Olidiv Kenu]

(OOC: I wrote a rather good reply. I don't know why it never posted. Oh, well, I'll nurse a reply.)


[member="Olivia Dem'adas"]


Olidiv sighed as she continued. Linear, but brutal. Honest, but potent. This woman fought like a steamroller or or a dozer droid--but she was cute, at least. He smirked as he saw a fist coming form his peripheral. Nice feint. He couldn't block barehanded, but he could---yep. Fight even dirtier. He kicked his cane back up from where it was lying on the ground and swung it. He wouldn't turn the hidden virbroblade on, but he swung with the canes sheath to block the punch, and the fairly heavy sheath aiming for her chest. Softening the punch was a waste of energy--knocking her down with him, at least that'd show her that he wasn't half as foppish or weak-kneed as he might look. He wasn't certain which direction this would go, but he would put up a showing for the woman, and a tow bladed attack, each with two arms would throw her balance.



He laughed cheerfully and said one last thing before their blows met. "I'm glad that sword isn't purely ceremonial," he said with a wicked grin tenting his mask slightly. "Good to know the you've actually--"


Thwump!!!



The rest of the monologue was interrupted by the connection to the cute blonde's fist with Olidiv's mask. He flew back, grinning under neath. It was a fairly hard hit. If he were some sort corporate bigwig like the other board members, he'd probably be bleeding right now. He stood, nodding. "Nice....punch..." he said, actually breathing heavy. Gods above, was he this out of practice? "Thought I'd be doing better. Last Mandalorian I went a few rounds with was an even draw. Then again, you're faster...and better looking," he said with a laugh. His vice still loud and gregarious despite the fact he'd just gotten sucker-punched.




He nodded. Her technique, her spirit, it was an impressive thing. He was envious of her in a sense--getting to commit so fully to one path like she had, it created a truly balanced and honed warrior. She was truly devoted to combat. It showed in her sword. Him, he was more towards versatility. A hundred lives and weapons. She got the luxury of just one, even thought it wasn't an easy one.

 

[Olivia Dem'adas]

[member="Olidiv Kenu"]

Olivia's body was already committed to the attack by the time she saw movement in the corner of her eye. Where once there was no weapon, now there was an oncoming attack. Instinctively, her left arm twisted to block the blow. Her punch turned into an elbow strike mid-swing, catching the blunt cane on her forearm, just distal to the olecranon. Forward momentum stalled, and with a second attack coming from the right, Olivia pressed for an oblique attack.

Gracefully, Olivia balanced on her left leg and spun clockwise. The tip of her elbow, the olecranon, leveraging against Kenu's cane and forcing it into the path of his second strike. Her blonde hair whirled through the air as it struggled to keep up with her centrifugal force. Her right leg came down, biting into the soil as she shifted her weight to her other leg and continued the rotation. Her right arm came down on the man, fist and pommel propelled forward by the speed and momentum of her pirouette. At the last moment, however, she dialed back the strength of the attack. Her goal was simply to strike, not to injure.

What struck his mask was not a fist, but the pommel of her blade.

 

[Olivia Dem'adas]

[member="Olidiv Kenu"]

(part two! Sorry, posting from work.)



Olivia halted her advance and lowered her weapon as the man staggered back and adjusted his mask. "You did better than most." Olivia said flatly. In reality, she had been mildly impressed that he had surprised her with the cane. For that much, and the sake of diplomacy, she chose to ignore his comment as to her feminine features. "Certainly better than I had expected from anyone attending this meeting." She added, glancing back at the building where other representatives were beginning to return.

Silently, she held out her hand expectantly and waited for Kenu to return her sheath. Once in her own hands, she returned her beskad saber to its rightful place and secured it to her belt. A subtle nod towards the building was the only indication she gave to the man that they should return now. As they began their walk in silence, Olivia hoped that the purpose of the lesson was dawning on him. The hard lessons of war could only be learned through combat. And no matter the scale, a fight was a fight.

The more you strike at the same target, the better you opponent gets at defending it.

"We may only get one opportunity here." Olivia said at last. "It cannot be wasted on the obvious target."