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

[Olidiv Kenu]

(OOC: no worries. Sorry for the delay, in multiple invasions with other characters, and I work on weekends)



He nodded calmly. She was damn good. The effort put into her defense and offense was quite energetic, and, well, even if she was slightly annoyed by his flirting, it kept him in good spirits. "I may not look the part," he said calmly, "But I do try to make my swordsmanship a worthwhile endeavor, even if it is a bit pretentious. I find that even in sparring, one can find a good glimpse of a person's spirit in how they handle a blade. Your work has some notable nuances in and of itself, even if you were holding back to make a point," he said with a polite, cheery hum.




"It's true. This is a rare moment. However, as demonstrated, one opportunity can be more than one strike. If aimed properly. So then, a broad stroke, aiming to engage the largest number possible, is handy. Or, as you yourself have demonstrated, a powerful, obvious strike can provide an opening for a better, more precise attack. I can't free Coruscant in one move. But, I can shake the One Sith's confidence. I do not seek a complete victory. Just one large enough," he said casually, "to prove to the people that Coruscant is still far more contested than its current governance would like to acknowledge."



He waved and handed her back her sheath in the sort of gentlemanly way a good duelist ought to return a weapon, handing it to ehr short-end first to show a figurative surrender of the blade. "If there are two things you've learned about me today, it's that I'm far more dangerous than some simple actor, and that actors are quite good at playing parts, even if their life depends on it. My aim is at Coruscant. However, my strategy is not a coup. First, a small scheme--a sparring match of sorts. After all, I can't simply catch their spirit through gossip--too many lies and myths."




He laughed. "Forgive my being a bit coy. But, I think I shall respond to your advice with a question. Many lie in chains, and imprisoned against their will. The obvious targets are the chains that bind the men--or the one who holds the key to those chains. But both of those approaches take time. What is faster and less obvious? That's the question that matters." He said, twirling his cane and walking back towards the meeting hall.

 

[Olivia Dem'adas]

[member="Olidiv Kenu"]

Olivia glanced at the man out of the corner of her eye as he talked, ever keeping her stride uniform to draw them back to the meeting. "All chains fall in time." She said at last as she returned her gaze to the path that lay ahead of her. "What matters now is showing the Sith that their place is in the shadows." The Mando'ad added as the sound of her own boots filled her ears. Synthetic polymers, rubber, leather, and beskar came together to form the perfect sound as it trodded over grass and gravel.

"We have a stake in this now." Olivia said quietly. "The Mando'ade."

Her people... The Mando'ade. They were not the type to be swayed by words or hollow promises of alliances. They had suffered loss once more at the hands of the Sith... And they would lash out in anger and violence as if they had been the same ilk as had burned Mand'yaim. There was nothing the galaxy could do to prevent it. Even Mand'alor Skirate, were he so inclined, could not halt the assault that was being prepared even now.

The Mandalorians wanted blood.

[member="Mia Monroe"]'s death would launch a thousand ships, were that to be what it would take. But the Mando'ade would not rest until they had a head on a pike for the loss of their beloved former Mand'alor.

For Olivia and her kind, this attempted coalition was a means to an end. No more. No less. They would use those here as fodder to pad their assault against the Sith and their traitorous king.

"While you worry about slaves and chains," Olivia said with only a hint of contempt. "My people will live and die to cut the head from the snake."

 

[Olidiv Kenu]

The four-armed madman tried not to laugh too much at her. "Well, your stake's already been noted. Revenge. I've been there, and I udnerstand it. But you still fail to understand me," he said with a shrug. "Or you just don't give a damn, which is more likely," he said noncommittally. "But, to be frank, the Mandalorians do not know much of my people for the same reasons the Sith and the Jedi don't," he said as he twirled his cane, letting it rap agaisnt the ground in even rhythm with his stride.


He stopped briefly, as if to draw in a large breath before he simply shrugged non-chalantly again. "The problem, my dear general, is that I disagree with you on that point. The Sith belong in a grave. They aren't fit for the shadows, for that is the domain of the necessary evils of this world, such as myself. The Sith are hardly necessary," he said with an amused, almost sadistic lilt to his voice. "You wish to live and die to avenge your comrade in arms--your family. I wish to strike down the Sith, because I detest them, and what they have done. My reasons are mine," he said coolly, "But do not mistake my knack for sounding noble with actual nobility. I was once a scrounger in chains, and I had to break my own. So, I'll remained concerned with the others I wish to break," he said, not even switching his momentum.


[member="Olivia Dem'adas"]

 

[Siara Kai]

Nexu and its prey.

He shone like a lightning bug in her network. “Got you,” Siara would mutter triumphantly, only to narrow her attention at what came next.

Oh, this one took a bit more to decode. But the fact that she wasn’t able to crack into a camera onto Mr. Roasting Pig’s datapad, meant he was using something best left in the four hundred year darkness.

Old school. Old Forb basic. The more he taunted her, the more the picture was becoming clear in her head.

[member="Jonathon Patches"]

A slight upcurling of her lip came in distaste -- we’ll hide the half smile that grew along with it for now. She wasn’t going to give him THAT pleasure.

For a second the brunette would look around, as if suspecting the kriffing kathhound would be watching her.

She wouldn’t put it past him.

Then again, she DID take the bulk of his contracts ever since he went dark. Smug satisfaction came then at the thought that while he may be an arrogant smug son of a sith -- she was the one who managed to take the Helm right out from under his nose.

A hmph of satisfaction came from her lips again, and she began to pick up her gear. She had plenty of information, so what was done was done -- things were going into bickering now.

But what she DID do, is route a new holofile for him to see, layered upon layers of forb basic.

This time of a camera’s view of the inside of the Knight’s Helm itself.

Question was -- was this current feed?

Or recorded?