Faction Feast of the Furious // A Korriban Story

[Naamino Zuukamano]

Tags: Open​

What was nearly a growl met the cathar's nonplussed response and Naami cast a scowl back over his shoulder at Micah tol Powl .

"What'd you have me do, quit?"

The boy's speed picked up then, narrowed eyes facing forward once more as he started marching double time, as if in defiance of his friend's uncertainty.

"I will NOT quit," he practically barked.

The zabrak was silent as they swiftly approached the track, that tense space between them filled with the roars of an excited crowd and social chatter. He soon took to a set of stairs which would bring them higher, in hopes he could at least see the end of the race. A falleen guard looked as if she might try to stop them, but was waylaid by the boy's scowl and her recognition that he was in fact a Kor'ethyr student. Then it was as if Micah's worries were magically all brought to bear as both boys soon realized they'd marched directly into the viewing area of all the most well-to-do folk who happened to be visiting Korriban for this very event.

Naami paused in recognition of their situation for only a moment, wide blue eyes casting around to take in the scene as best he could in a split second. He then made to very gently put his soggy companion down so the kit might face their new situation on his own two feet.

 

[Elmindra Xitaar]

Korriban | Vardin | Palatial Capital | Spires of Kor'ethyr

[[CLOSED]]
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The orange glow of Korriban’s sunset burned low, casting sharp shadows across the jagged stalagmites and illuminating the throng of eager spectators. Admiral Elmindra Xitaar, First Lord to the King of Korriban, sat in stoic silence, her emerald-hued skin faintly reflecting the warm light as she reclined in the private box that overlooked both the feast hall and the expansive racecourse below. Her Falleen attendants stood nearby, quiet but alert, prepared to refill their master’s wine or fetch any desired foods from the feast below.

The roar of the crowd swelled as the racers revved into action, their prototype ships kicking up plumes of sand that spiraled into the deepening twilight. Elmindra's crimson gaze flicked to one of the holoscreens mounted nearby, her sharp features tightening as the first crash came suddenly and unexpectedly. It wasn’t long before another ship was violently forced out, its pilot's ineptitude painfully clear. Elmindra made a mental note of the failures, her focus narrowing on those who demonstrated precision and ingenuity. These trials were not mere sport—they were demonstrations of the Academy’s worth and the investment in its future.

Below her, the feast hall was alive with activity, a mosaic of sound and color. The clinking of goblets and the resonant laughter of Sith Lords mingled with the hum of distant engines and the occasional eruption of cheers. Her gaze swept across the attendees, analyzing and categorizing. Trade Monarch Lodd Grimmin sat prominently in his mechnochair, flanked by his Xoli Kaikruts. Much like her very own Rajakzânkut, the bioengineered creatures were indeed an impressive demonstration of the Trade Federation’s prowess in such technologies and the neimodian’s decision to show them off here was not lost on her.

Her attention shifted to Diarch Reign , the Diarch Darth Caedes had taken kindly to since their meeting at the last trials. Reign’s familial entourage included his brother, Diarch Rellik , who was already weaving his way through the crowd with reckless charm. Elmindra’s lip curled faintly as she observed Rellik’s overt approach to Astrid pentoghast , the nightsorcerous whose entrance seemed designed to command attention.

Revna , on the other hand, was a stark contrast—a young Sith who seemed nearly swallowed by the event’s grandeur. Elmindra noted her pragmatic attire, clean and functional, and the quiet determination in her stride as she was joined by Lina Ovmar and made to approach the King. There was potential there, though the young woman’s discomfort threatened to undermine it. Her sharp gaze followed them until movement on the far side of the hall caught her eye. Tamsin Graves , slipping cautiously into the fray, froze like prey at the sight of Darth Nexion . Elmindra's fingers tapped the edge of her chair as she watched Tamsin’s hand twitch toward her weapon. Tension hung in the air like a coiled viper, and Elmindra was curious to see whether it would strike.

The holoscreens shifted focus to showcase one racer, a cathar by the name of Kivah , piloting a TIE Interceptor as they executed a clever and skillful sabotage, gaining the advantage coming into the last stretch of the race. The Falleen leaned forward slightly, her interest piqued. Now, here was a pilot with promise.
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[Astrid pentoghast]

Tag: Diarch Rellik

As astrid stood there looking over the scenery of korriban the history of the planet was vast the history this planet has seen if it could speak standing there taking it in the race meant nothing to the nightsister as she looked at the scenery she didn't care for it she respected the significance of the planet. But as she looked at it the planet didn't speak back it didn't give her any want to find secret knowledge or fill her heart with pride it was a planet like any other a thought that would be heretical if spoken.

As lord Rellik walked up or atleast the illusion did she could see through it almost instantly and didn't appreciate it all that much but she would play along for now. "Hello lord relik and thank you for the compliment although it would have been better to hear it from your own lips than those of an illusion" she said standing there as the real lord relik would then hear a voice right behind him "she's a little rough around the edges could use a few chances to be social away from her family" Astrid said honestly.

"And next time you decide you wish to say hello please do it face to face it's rude to hide behind an illusion" she said calmly scolding relik but also trying to impart wisdom onto the being. She had somewhat sensed Ala Quin force signature as the nightsister was somewhat half heartedly trying to keep track of the race although it didn't seem fair to signal the alarm. And as she was wearing a dress she wouldn't go down to fight ala herself as she didn't want to get blood on it or have to get the dress repaired.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

Objective II :
Location : Street Vardin final stretch
Tag : Open
Item : Datapad, Blaster.

As the crowd comments on my crash, everything around me seems to fade away. I remain there, against the warm, arid ground, my senses dulling and my vision blurred. I'm now lost in the unconsciousness of my own mind. As I open my eyes, I find myself in a completely black space. Am I dead? No. My body is still sprawled on the ground like an old piece of debris left behind.

I look up and down, and there's a vast empty space, black as ink. I'm floating in the void, wondering what I'm doing here. I sigh and try to remember; my head hurts. I hold my hand to my forehead when a flash comes back to me—an explosion... I crashed.

I wonder how to get out of this place. I turn completely around and see a strange phenomenon: two spheres. One is a sphere of pure light, the other a sphere of pure darkness, glowing with a violet hue. Both are resting on a pedestal, surrounded by a runic circle.

I approach, but I hit an invisible wall as I get close to the runic circle. I hear a voice say,

"Your time has not yet come. Fight and live. Little Fool."

What am I supposed to understand from that? How do I reach the darkness? I don't care about the light, I want the darkness. I was told that power is like a flame.

I extend my hands and start drawing from this source of darkness, draining energy from the Force. I absorb as much as I can. The more I draw from this dark source, the more my external and internal wounds begin to heal, but this process, of which I know nothing, will take time as I experiment with the healing trance through the Force to heal myself. perhaps being unconscious was a trigger for this dormant power and one had to delve into oneself to awaken it. I crashed against the pilots' resting air, it's true that's on me, the emergency services won't have to go far to find me. A good point for them.

Maybe that's what the voice meant by "fight." And I am fighting for my own survival. A faint, barely perceptible black aura surrounds my body as I extend my other hand toward the source of darkness. I won't let the Sith of the Valley of the Dark Lords take me with them. I have too much to lose. Outside of me, nothing matters anymore. I don't even know where. Outside, I'm totally vulnerable, anyway I couldn't move initially, so what a change.

Like dark lightning shooting from the sphere, I draw on its energy to survive and accelerate my healing metabolism.

I am fighting for my own survival. I have decided to become strong. Despite this crash, it's not what will kill me.

 

[Darth Caedes]

<<A serpent tests its prey first with the eyes; meet its stare, and it will wonder who the predator is.>>
—Darth Caedes, to Revna Marr
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Outer Rim
Korriban
Capital City; Vardin
Tags— Diarch Rellik | Madrona A’Mia | Elmindra Xitaar | Lina Ovmar | Revna

Revna's defiance stirred the space between them, her boldness threading through the Force as their minds touched.

You speak to me as if you were my master.​

His reply was cold, cutting, and undeniable.

And you obey.​

A disturbance in the Force tugged at his awareness—raw, unrefined sorcery being worked nearby. Illusions, half-solid constructs invested with Dark Side energy, caroused through the gathered throng. It was an artful display, though not yet one capable of deceiving him. Clever, but not flawless. Opening himself to the Force, he followed the illusion's thrumming, distinct from the resonant presence of a living being, and marked them in his mind. One such doppelgänger hovered near Lady Astrid pentoghast , her beauty turned dangerous when combined with a Nightsister's unmistakable fierceness. Another illusory phantasm neared Viers Connory and Lucette —one a student of the esteemed Jutrand Academy, the other largely unfamiliar to him.

His gaze returned to the dais as Revna approached with Lina Ovmar at her side. She carried herself with a quiet confidence he was pleased to see in her. Lina, ever poised, inclined her head in a graceful gesture of respect as they reached the table.

"I have brought Lina, as you so kindly requested me to, my Lord," Revna said smoothly, her tone measured but with the faintest edge of irreverence.​

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Lina inclined her head, her expression warm as her gaze flicked between Revna and Caedes.

"A pleasure, Lord Caedes," she said, her tone light but laced with careful observation.​

"You've laid out quite the spread. I hope your students can rise to such an occasion."​

Caedes grunted, a sound like being punched in the stomach, and for a moment seemed to be looking anywhere but the holo screens depicting Kor'ethyr's race.

"There's really only room to rise from here," he agreed, diplomatically.​

Gesturing to the grand table between them, where seats had been already reserved for Lodd Grimmin and the family of Diarch Reign , Caedes indicated the unoccupied seats directly across from him.

"Welcome," he said, voice resonant with a calm authority, meeting Revna's gaze.​

"Well don't just stand there, please, join me. There is much to discuss."​

The table before them was laden with decadence. Blackened crystalline platters bore upon them delicacies from across the galaxy: smoked rycrit ribs seasoned with rare spices illegal on some worlds, delicately carved dray shrimp glistening in aromatic oils, and an array of exotic fruits and pastries spilling out from ornately carved stone bowls. Roast cuts from other, unfamiliar beasts, their charred skins glistening, lay alongside steaming platters of vegetables, meats, and cheeses.

Caedes inclined his head as the two women took their seats. His golden eyes fixed on them with the weight of a King's scrutiny.

"Eat," he urged.​

"Drink," his tone smooth yet deliberate.​

He shoveled some kind of a spicy root slaw into a chosen bowl of soup, causing it to sizzle and crackle, then offered the mixture to Lina.

"You've caused quite the stir for yourself of late," he said, casually, as if talking about the weather.​

"To what do we owe the pleasure of the Red Hand's visitation this far along the Daragon Trail?"​

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[Madrona A’Mia]

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"Myyyy goodness folks we've got a brutal section of the course coming up, I tell ya I do not envy these young pilots. It isn't the worst stretch by far, but my goodness its gonna be tricky!"

Contrary to his supposed concern for the racers, Dak Despin's tone was jovial and he clearly enjoyed riling up the crowd. He knew that pulling on their empathy was just the first step before once again pitting the competitors against one another. Though there was a small pause that an experienced co-host might fill, A'Mia appeared to be staring intently at one of the screens following a "Derriphan" marked ship with a strangely calculating expression. Dak took a deep breath and plunged on, not losing sight of the job he'd been hired to do.

"AND we see our remaining pilots finding their sense of caution as they approach the Ashlan Crash Site. Look at 'em maneuver, y'know that can't be easy to account for here in atmosphere particularly for new- OH BY THE GODS another crash. Youch! Looks like they got jostled by someone going for the pass!" Maiza Vex and Ala Quin

"That one is lost-" the neti awkwardly added, indicating Gavin Vel in his borrowed Derriphan fighter that seemed to be just fine, if a little behind the pack for the time being.

"Err-" Dak fumbled with a raised eyebrow and sidelong look before continuing.

"Right, so most pilots are taking a cautious approach but look at that Tuk'ata ship go! Such a shame, that Rakghoul pilot had such a steady start too!" Leshanna and Kivah

Some of the main highlights played up on the screens while the crowd continued to ebb and flow with excitement. Their energy was of course spurred on by the abundance of food and drink, not just the incredible spectacle of the day.

"WHOA alrightyyy then they are picking up speed now and well on their way to The Valley of Lords. A far more forgiving section of- What on Horuset's crusty cold surface is going on?!"

And as if on cue with A'Mia's strange comment from earlier, one of the Derriphan ships peeled off toward an adjascent valley. As if the pilot was seeking a shortcut or perhaps misread the nav marks indicated on their HUD.

"As I said," the Lord Seer added matter of factly, "Lost."

The crowd whooped and jeered, somewhere along the outskirts of the Vardin street seating a proper fist fight broke out. Something about a contentious bet perhaps. Revelers at the feast proper remained undisturbed of course and the race continued on. Dak Despin maintained his professional demeanor but couldn't help looking just a little bit weirded out by the strange woman he'd been paired with. He threw on his bravest face though after remembering exactly how much this gig paid.

"OH look at that they seem to be finding their stride, our remaining racers now make their way through one of the most historic monuments that Korriban has to offer! And look at that we have one person already really going for it to make up for lost time," he said with all the gusto of a travel agent and salesman, highlighting one tenacious racer in particular Lyssara Thrynn .
"This stretch will take a little longer soooo lets take a moment to hear from some of our incredible sponsors!"

 

[Lodd Grimmin]

Darth Caedes

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"We thank you for such friendship, then. Great King" The Neimoidian said with a soft smile to Darth Caedes , who likely understood that the Trade Federation was going to be an invaluable partner in restoring the Greater Kingdom of Korriban to its rightful status as after all, one could consider that whoever held such an important world had a considerable claim to the title of 'Emperor of the Sith' stretching back to the very foundations of Ancient Sith Empires and their successors if history was anything to go by.

He would not suggest such seeds of conquest or higher ambition for it was not his place, but he understood that the planet held immense value on the Galactic Market, a fact that often weighted heavily on his thoughts regarding the affairs of the Galactic Alliance. His companion, Senator Dod had done well to explain the plight of the Neimoidian People within the Senate Chamber although they were afforded no special treatment from the Chancellor.

Such troublesome doubts were eased for a moment as Diarch Rellik spoke in a friendly manner, introducing himself as the Co-Leader of the Diarchy and seemed very interested in the exploits of the Trade Federation and himself, to which he offered a brief smile in retrospect before beginning to speak.

"The pleasure is entirely mine, Lord Rellik. Sith Space presents lucrative opportunities for those capable of leveraging its potential, and I adhere to the principle of prioritizing personal gain in any circumstance, which accounts for my unforeseen presence on such a distant world. Regarding my adventures, there are numerous tales to share; however, I would be pleased to elaborate further during our dinner." Lodd gestured gracefully toward the dinner table, where the most influential members of the Royal Court were securing their places. It was essential for him to maintain direct engagement with the King, and thus he felt compelled to divert the discussion slightly to ensure that his seating arrangement was appropriate.

He did not progress very far, as the voice of Diarch Reign replied with the same courtesy that had been extended by the Neimoidian, briefly bowing his head in a gesture of respect. This occurred while the Diarch departed to attend to other matters during the dinner. Nevertheless, this moment provided him the opportunity to recognize the presence of the First Lord Elmindra Xitaar , who seemed to be overseeing security for the occasion.

"Give me two orders of Fiery Mustafarian and three Braised Shaak Roast cooked to medium rare." Lodd said towards one of the attendants nearby. If he was here to enjoy himself after all, as the race carried on with the excitement of the crowd.

 

[Kaivaan Raaf]

Kaivaan had accompanied Lucette to Korriban, though the decision felt increasingly questionable. While she mingled effortlessly, weaving her way through conversations with the locals, Kaivaan had retreated to the library. It was a sanctuary of ancient knowledge, offering both a reprieve from small talk and a reminder of the broader, more significant threads of history that rendered such gatherings trivial.

Eventually, though, the pull of hunger—or perhaps a creeping restlessness—drew him back into the crowded chamber. He lingered in a corner, deliberately out of sight, content to observe from a distance as Lucette charmed her audience.

Then came the tray.

A procession of hors d'oeuvres floated by, enticing with their delicate presentation. Kaivaan hesitated only briefly before plucking a morsel from the assortment. It seemed harmless enough, its aroma mild, its appearance unassuming. He sniffed it, finding nothing overtly alarming. His grandmother's voice echoed in his mind, urging him to try new things. And so, he did.

The regret was immediate.

The instant he bit down, a searing fire engulfed his mouth, spreading with relentless fervor. His throat tightened, his eyes watered, and all semblance of composure fled. He coughed, nearly doubling over, and cast a desperate glance toward Lucette. She noticed, of course—how could she not? Yet instead of rushing to his aid, she merely lifted an eyebrow, her expression cool and detached, before returning to her conversation as though he didn't exist.

Kaivaan staggered toward a nearby table, reaching for the first glass he saw. He drained it in a single gulp, only to realize too late that it wasn't water. The burning intensified, and his cough turned into a choke. He blinked rapidly, caught between indignation and survival. Somewhere across the room, Lucette suppressed a smirk, her laughter evident in her turned shoulder.

Kaivaan vowed to confront her later. For now, his focus was singular: enduring this ordeal and finding something—anything—to quell the inferno.

Open to Interaction | Someone help him.
[ Taeli Raaf just so you can read this]​

 

[Revna]

Direct Interaction: Darth Caedes // Lina Ovmar
Others: Diarch Reign // Diarch Rellik // Lodd Grimmin​

A small smile curled on the young woman’s face with Lina’s warning about not digging too deep, and she glanced at the Sith Lord as she was told that there was no harm in taking joy in such desires. “There may be enemies here…yes. But not all are our enemy. Maybe I’ll get lucky and find someone who enjoys my company as much as I enjoy theirs.”

Amusement danced in her fiery eyes as a more playful smirk tugged at her lips when the King’s response to her gibe cut into her thoughts like a blade. Most might have been cowed by such a response, but for some reason it only seemed to heighten her playful energy.

Or maybe that was just due to the lively atmosphere of the festivities?

How long had it been since she felt this way? She couldn’t quite remember, truthfully.

Still, Revna was wise enough to know when and where to tread carefully. Her grin widened ever so slightly with Lina’s comment on the fact that it hadn’t taken Darth Caedes very long to call her forward. “No…certainly didn’t take him long at all.” the young Sith agreed as her gaze flickered to the face of the King.

Of course I obey. I rather like keeping my head on my shoulders, she thought back to him, hoping that he would take note of the light, humorous energy that trailed along that link.

Once before the dais, Revna remained still and quiet as Lina gave her respects and made comments about the students, which elicited an amusing reaction from the King. It was hard for her not to hide the small smile that tugged at the corner of her mouth; she’d kept an ear on the announcer who so faithfully relayed the events of the race…including the various crashes.

Hope those ships weren’t too expensive… trailed her thought towards him, laced with that amusement she felt. Caedes gestured to the grand table before him and welcomed those who had been honored with a place at his table, and Revna sat in the chair directly in front of her at his bidding, and she suddenly and rather oddly found it a bit challenging to meet that intense, scrutinizing gaze he leveled on the two of them.

It struck her then just how incredibly…fortunate…she was to even be sitting where she was. Her cousin was a king as well, but she shared a familial title that allowed her a similar privilege…but this was different, somehow.

She had gained a place here, as tentative as it was, that wasn’t earned through familial blood.

Still, the young woman was guarded; such privileges often came with strings attached, and as she stole somewhat cautious glances at the handsome and youthful face the King presented, she wondered what those strings might be and if she’d be willing to pay the price. How much of her could she give away to achieve what she wanted, without losing her own identity?

Revna watched as he handed a sizzling bowl of soup to Lina, starting off a conversation with the woman beside her, and the little Sith apprentice let her eyes wander over the gathered bounty - the scents of spiced meats bringing forth a rumble from her belly. There was so much to choose from that she really couldn’t decide what she wanted to start with.

What a conundrum to have, she mused to herself. Out of all the difficult choices she foresaw herself facing…deciding which meal to start with at a king’s table certainly wasn’t one of them!

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

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While Kurayami wasn't assigned to follow the kids, or escort them quite as often since they had started their stint of learning outside Commonwealth space, it was still not entirely unusual to find the Corellian at an event where they were. Often he was simply there if something went severely sideways as a means to get them out of harms way especially after some of the more recent events that had led to some rather nasty infighting.

Either way, here he was, watching the races rather disinterestedly as he kept a sense of where both Lucette and Kaivaan Raaf were through the Force. So far all was well, and there was no need for him to do anything, always a plus in his mind. More time to drink and watch the racers wreck or awkwardly finish the course. Granted it wasn't an easy one, so he gave them credit for running it at all. Kai snuck off to another room pretty quickly and stayed there for a while probably a library or archive of some sort if he had to take a guess. Kid was never the most social and that had only gotten worse after the zombie incident on the academy ship. Traumatizing for anyone no doubt. But a kid who wasn't even outta the academy yeet? Yeesh.

Few hours pass and Kai stumbled back in grabbing some food and a drink. Kurayami thought nothing of it at first until the kid doubled over upon immediately biting into the food. At first though it struck him as odd Kurayami thought Kai might just be expressing displeasure a bit overdramatically. The staggering was definitely a sign that something was not one hundred percent rightand the fact that he drained the glass in one gulp only to nearly drop to the floor...well damn. How do you write a letter to the family about their kid eating at a banquet and dying? Shaking his head, he slowly walked over to the young man and wrapped his arm around his chest.

"So Kaivann, maybe next time stick to food you can identify, eh kid? Bit of bacta and you'll be alright, unless of course you are allergic to that as well."

Kurayami pulled out a small bacta injector from a pouch on his belt and pressed it against Kai's shoulder.

"This isn't going to completely get rid of the nausea and everything, but you gotta learn not to eat strange things at Sith gatherings somehow, right?"

 

[Maiza Vex]

Theme: Six Shooter
Tags: Ala Quin | Leshanna | Lyssara Thrynn | Gavin Vel | Kivah

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Wind whipping the hair throttle at full cock, Maiza gave it all it had as she sped over the top part of the valley. Her cold golden eyes fixated on the fighter ahead of her she wasn't going to stop the pain fueling her adrenaline and the adrenaline pumping her rage pushing her on. Part of her knew she should stop, turn back and find a way out but Maiza was too lost to anger to let into her survival instincts.

She had to catch her target nothing would stop her as she pushed on the fighter dead in her sights as it plunged into the tunnels. She swerved and the bike onto another down ramp her aim straight for the tunnels murder in her eyes. As she passed the end of the valley and took her dive into the tunnels of the nethermaw. Her eyes firmly fixed on the fighter that was her target.

She sped into he tunnels hot on it tail as the pilot lost control and the fighter began to bounce around the tunnels. It started to rip apart as Maiza was hot on its tail she dodged debris ripping off the fighter as the pilot ejected from it. Maiza watched the woman inside take a leap of faith from the fighter. Her eyes went wide at how nimble and quick the pilot was and how she gracefully leapt from the fighter.

Maiza's teeth gritted and her eyes full of fury swerved through some stalagmites in the cave. She had to slow a bit as she moved through the cave but as soon as she saw Ala Quin in her sights she punched it with a straight shot. She was going to side swipe the woman as she came up fast behind the woman. Her right hand reached off the braking lever as she grabbed the chunk of sharp metal, she had pulled off the debris of her fighter.

The wild child posed for strike as she came at an extraordinary her make sword out ready to strike the head straight from the shoulders. Of the female now dead in her roadway. "This is how you cut someone off!" Like a speeding bullet she came in fast on the bike and swung with her chunk of metal sword.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

The spread of people in the room to Rellik was more intoxicating than any of the food. A flurry of people, music and celebration. For a moment he felt like a youth again. Maybe this was part of the reason for his inconsistent behavior and brashness. Maybe the King has put something particularly spicy in the wine. A fun thought but not one he took seriously. "Gather yourselves and make a good impression" Rang through his head as he felt what he could determine was a hand smacking him in the back of the head. - "Father?"

Wither it was his father or not, he was correct, a few to many voices and to much intrigue for a guest of such a wonderful event. It is time to take it seriously. Any illusions he had out faded to black mist. It would be time to be formal. With full focus Rellik would appear to change his clothes into a brown tunic with a Maroon robe, sporting an orange embroidered lapel.

Almost on que a sultry voice was in his ear. Astrid pentoghast speaking openly, so Rellik would do the same in kind. "Forgive me for my transgression and allow me to formally introduce myself." He moved through the room so that he would be next to the wonderful woman. Taking a moment to stand straight and speak honestly. "I think I have made a slight bit of a fool of myself. Thank you for your kindness. I wont make the same mistake again. There will be no more tricks or shenanigans from me for a while. If you would like I intend to go sit and eat. Feel free to join me."

After his withdrawal Rellik went and approached the Kings table. Darth Caedes "Thank you for the invitation, it is an honor. Pardon my parlor tricks and inconsiderateness. With a Father like ours Reign and I did not spend much time in large events. He has adapted to more social interactions where I have lived more in the shadows. Again, it is an honor. I would have approached earlier but I did not want to interrupt any business. I thank your guests for entertaining my shenanigans." Rellik gave a quick bow and sat down.

Rellik turned to one of the servants requesting a spice dipped water to refresh his spirits. It would be a bit of quite respectful time for the young Lord. Only speaking to respond to others or too whisper things to his Nieces. - Another smack came on the back of his head as he looked to the beautiful women near the king. "What is happening?!"

Diarch Reign Darth Caedes Astrid pentoghast

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Korriban | Vardin
Tags: Darth Caedes Lodd Grimmin Diarch Rellik

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Lord Reign watched the race with something akin to horror, Gavin Vel had veered the wrong direction, Naamino Zuukamano had crashed his fighter. So far, the acolytes he had taken special interest in, were not doing as well as he'd hoped.

Not to mention the loss to the purses of both the Diarchy and Korriban. An issue he would no doubt need to address during his next council meeting.
The Diarch however, could not hide his smile, when his brother appeared to have a brief conversation with himself, address Darth Caedes , and sit down at his side.

Addressing the other Diarch, Reign said softly: "Welcome to the table brother, have you had your fun?" a smile accompanying the brotherly jibe.
He knew this was not quite his brother's "scene" but Rellik was performing admirably in his older brother's eyes.

Leaning in to talk to the king on his left, The Diarch said "hopefully all the dignitaries are too focused on the spread you've provided to watch the showing these children are putting out. Remind me to speak to the Rakghoul acolytes personally after this"

A bit louder, he said "I am truly glad that we could come together my friend, it's always a wonderful time being invited to Korriban, and among such illustrious company as well" raising his glass towards the trade monarch Lodd Grimmin as he spoke.

 

[Lucette]

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Lucette couldn't help but smile at Nightmare's sudden burst of words, the girl's nervous energy palpable in the air. She was a bit rough around the edges, but that only made her more endearing. Lucette's eyes softened as she considered the awkwardness of the encounter, before responding with warmth.

"You're fine, Nightmare. No need to apologize. It's refreshing to meet someone so direct. I can tell you're still getting used to... this," Lucette gestured subtly to the lavish surroundings. "As for my business, it's mostly a mix of curiosity and exploration. You're doing wonderfully, I promise."

She gave the girl an encouraging smile and added, "It's a pleasure to meet you properly. Don't worry about interrupting; it's not often someone as interesting as you comes my way."

As Nightmare departed, Lucette turned her attention to Kaivaan, who had clearly made a tactical error. Her eyes twinkled with amusement as she watched him stagger, a silent chuckle building up within her. She strolled over casually, offering him a polite smile, though her tone was teasing.

"Quite the adventurous choice, cousin," Lucette said, her voice low enough for only him to hear.

Oh, she lived to watch him suffer, if only because he had been such a pain. Staying at their Grandmothers' retreat, secluded, yes sure, he had gone through a terrible time at the hands of Darth Strosius but that was hardly a reason to stay hidden away like a hermit. He had to toughen up if he wanted to be even hold but a fraction of the power their grandmother held.

Lucette watched with a mixture of amusement and concern as Kurayami moved to help Kaivaan, his hand steady and reassuring despite the situation. She couldn't help but smirk at her cousin's misfortune—though it was clear she wasn't going to let it slide without a word.

"Perhaps next time, Kaivaan," Lucette said with a light, teasing tone, "you'll stick to things that don't try to burn a hole through your insides." Her gaze flicked briefly to Kurayami before she added, "And thank you, Uncle. Though, I think we should also start a lesson on discerning what's safe to eat. So that this does not become habit."

Her smile remained, soft but knowing, as she observed both the care and the dry humor Kurayami gave her cousin. "You should thank him, Kaivaan," Lucette continued, her voice gentle. "Not everyone would rush to your side after a... questionable decision."

Taking a breath she exhaled, surveying the room she spotted a number of people, such as Darth Caedes in one corner, and Revna in another area, neither of whom she knew. Lucette's gaze swept across the opulent room, her eyes skimming the crowd, noting the glitter of conversation and the ebb of movement between the guests. She was looking for Viers—Steak Girl, as she'd come to call her. Yet, somehow, she knew the young woman was likely hiding in the shadows, relishing her solitude or some odd corner of the gathering. Lucette's lips curled into a knowing smile as she glanced toward the dimmer parts of the room, where she suspected Viers was likely biding her time.

"I don't suppose you're the ride home, I had been told that grandmother Taeli Raaf would be taking us back, but I suspect she may have been held up by Dark Council politics." Lucette said aloud, "not that it'd be any trouble if you were, Uncle. I just um..." Her voice trailed off, lips pursed together as she wondered if she'd see Viers again.

Viers Connory | Kurayami Bloodborn | Diarch Rellik ​

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Naamino Zuukamano

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"Not quitting," the cat quipped in reply.

Quitting, like failure, was such a bad word. When one was a Sith acolyte anyways. But, no, quitting was not what he was referring to. "More like... like a..."

Disappearing to Hoth and changing their names. So... yeah, okay, quitting. But there had to be a better way to spin in.

"...a..." the kit stammered, one hand making a circular motion as the orange-haired tabby tried to find the right words. What had that Jedi said? You know, that guy. That Jedi guy. Qui-Wan Yoda. Or was it Ben-Gonn Skywalker? Obi-Adi-Windu?

Whatever. Something something something truths that we cling to. Something something something perception.

If the Jedi could play spin doctor, surely there was a way to put a Sith spin on this. After all, it wasn't a retreat if you were just advancing in a different direction than originally intended.

"...a strategic withdrawal," the boy declared firmly, giving a firm nod as he glanced at his companion with all the confidence of a boy who knew exactly what he was talking about. When, in reality, he had no idea what he was talking about. But he was trying to sell it.

But, they were here. What's done was done. Now they needed to be solution oriented.

The boy's nose wiggled. He sniffed at the air, as his head turned toward a long table. "You think there's a host? Or do we just grab a plate and serve ourselves?"

I mean. The food was just there. And they were already here.

 

[Leshanna]

Lesh’s eyes widened for a moment when she saw the racer behind her veer off course, before a fireball erupted inside the massive cavern full of the jagged teeth. For a moment, she forgot she was racing as her mind jammed and her heart thundered in her chest.

Had she just killed someone?!

Fear gripped her heart. She’d have to report what happened when the race was finished. Maybe…maybe whoever had been inside wasn’t dead but seriously injured and as it was she was the last one headed towards the finish line. She had to get there as fast as she could…

All sorts of fear based thoughts raced through the poor girl’s mind: would she be punished for hurting or killing someone in such a manner? Would she be kicked out? These and other thoughts ripped through her mind as she finally spied light at the end of a long and dark tunnel.

She blinked back against the sheer bright light that flooded her eyes as she rocketed out of the Nethermaw Tunnels and back into the expansive Golg Desert.

Up ahead, somewhere beyond, lay the finish line. And possibly her doom, or so she feared.

Leshanna did her best to compose herself and focus on getting to the end as quickly as possible. It was a straight shot back towards the Streets of Vardin, and as the Acolyte neared the towering Spires she began to see throngs of race watchers, their exuberant gestures and (silent for her) shouts of excitement urged her onward. So far, she couldn't see any other races who were challenging her lead, but anything could happen in that final stretch.

The finish line loomed closer and closer and with many flashing lights that momentarily dazzled her, the girl flashed by the finish line.

She'd done it! She survived her first race!

She hoped Naami and the others would be proud of her. But first...she needed to make sure someone knew about the crash in the tunnels. The thought made her sick and her stomach rolled as she slowed the fighter down and brought it back around to where she was to dock, before powering it down. She opened up the hatch, and felt the chilly Korriban breeze ruffle her hair as she struggled to pull herself from her craft. Attendants had come to assist her, and the girl set foot back on solid ground with panic on her face.

"Th-the Tunnels! There was a crash and a-and an explosion!" she stammered out to whoever was closest to her. She really hoped she hadn't killed anyone. All the adrenaline and fear and tension rushed up on her at once, and the girl's face tinged green as she suddenly felt very nauseous. She had just enough time to move away from others, before she retched onto the red, sandy ground.



Dice Roll: 16+2 = 18

Tags: Spirit of Korriban // Madrona A’Mia​

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Tags: Darth Nexion | OPEN

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She wasn't fast enough, her thoughts froze her still like a statue, she should have fled. She saw the man stalk towards her body tensed up her hand still close to her saber. As he approached her eyes grew wider, she could just run she told herself but again she did not move as he came up to her. She did not know his name as he had never given to her the day they had briefly met. Yet he was a murderer that she did know as she had seen him slit a few throats right before her eyes.

"Tat…ooine…"

She stammered out as he asked where they may have seen each other before. Her eyes looked back and forth at other people in the room. Her breathing became heavier do to anxiety setting into her nerves and respiration. Her heart was pounding as she didn't know what to expect from this man. First impression often left a mark on someone and her impression of him was a man who killed indiscriminately.

"Slave auction, sir." She gulped back a lump in her throat. She was trying to push away the fear and anxiety. She had been the slave up for sale when him and several others appeared. It had been the day of her liberation, but it still left its scars even if in the end she had got her freedom.

"You…um you..killed some people after the water tower fell."

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Lina smiled settling into the chair beside Revna at the King's invitation, her focus flicking briefly to the others seated with them. The leaders of the new Diarchy, a group she was not overly familiar with, aside from their desire to create order in the galaxy as well as the trade federation monarch made for an interesting collection of people. She cast a sideways glance at Revna, a playful glitter in her eyes before reaching to accept the offered bowl of slaw her emerald eyes settling once more on the King.

A soft chuckle passed her lips, despite the glittering icyness that passed over her eyes. "Yes, well, they say hell hath no fury for a woman scorned, but they don't warn you just how dramatic a man can be." She spooned some of the mixture onto her plate before passing it to Revna. Picking her next words carefully regarding her reason for being there. "It's been a long time since I made the pilgrimage to the Valley. Besides, I could hardly refuse an invitation from my favourite student."

Darth Caedes Revna Lodd Grimmin Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik

 

[Darth Caedes]

<<Harmony is not uniformity, it is the mastery of discord. Diversity in thought is chaos until it is harnessed to a cause; then, it is the engine of empires.>>
—Darth Caedes, ruminations...

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Outer Rim
Korriban
Capital City; Vardin
Tags— Diarch Rellik | Diarch Reign | Madrona A’Mia

"You've caused quite the stir for yourself of late," Caedes said.​

"Yes, well, they say hell hath no fury for a woman scorned," replied Lady Ovmar, easily.​

"But they don't warn you just how dramatic a man can be."​

Caedes nodded his agreement, ceding to her point.

"To what do we owe the pleasure of the Red Hand's visitation this far along the Daragon Trail?"​

"It's been a long time since I made the pilgrimage to the Valley," she confirmed, vaguely.​

"Besides, I could hardly refuse an invitation from my favourite student."​

Darth Caedes leaned back slightly, his golden eyes studying the pair as they settled into their seats. Revna's usual defiance was tempered now, her gaze dipping slightly to avoid his piercing scrutiny. Her evasiveness intrigued him, but what truly caught his attention was the undercurrent of gratitude radiating through their bond in the Force. It was soft and unspoken, a quiet acknowledgment of her trust in him—a trust that was growing like a flame carefully stoked.
​

Gratitude. A notion often discarded by Sith philosophy, yet here it was, a marker of Revna's healing from her late Master's death. It wasn't a powerful emotion in the traditional sense, but Caedes considered it something deeper: the pliability of an apprentice who could be reshaped, a weapon in the midst of being molded. Satisfied with her progress, he extended tendrils of pleasure through the Force, letting her feel his approval. Pride was the foundation upon which ambition could be built.

Lodd Grimmin broke the moment, voice carrying a note of intrigue.

"We thank you for such friendship then, Great King."​

Caedes turned his gaze toward Grimmin, expression neutral as he reached for a decanter and filled Revna's glass with a thick, heady wine. The Trade Monarch's thoughts swirled with conspiratorial ambition—not for himself alone, but for Caedes too. In Grimmin's mind, he saw visions of an Emperor's mantle draped over his own shoulders, visions of Caedes ruling not just Korriban but the galaxy. Treasonous thoughts, but useful ones.

Meeting Grimmin's smile with a knowing look, Caedes smirked.

"Your loyalty is as invaluable as your vision, Lodd. Let us see to what heights we may yet ascend."​

The approach of Diarch Rellik drew his attention next. Caedes rose to meet him, his posture regal yet approachable.

"Thank you for the invitation," Rellik said smoothly, clasping his wrist in a firm grip.​

"It is an honor."​

"The honor is mine, Lord Diarch," Caedes insisted.​

Around them, servants moved with a practiced grace, refilling glasses and clearing plates unnoticed and at opportune moments. Diarch Reign, already seated, offered a sly smile to his brother.

"Welcome to the table, brother. Have you had your fun?"​

Caedes allowed himself a grin, retaking his seat as he observed their exchange.

"Hopefully, all the dignitaries are too focused," Reign whispered, leaning in to Caedes' ear, conspiratorially. Too focused "to notice the mess these children are making," he went on.​

"You misunderstand, Reign," replied Caedes, considering his words.​

"Spectacle is precisely what they've come to see," he confided, sweeping his gaze across the feast's attendees.​

"Achievement, for a Sith, derives its true worth not merely in the doing, but in doing what others could not."​

As if cued by his words, the holo screens flashed, cutting to a young girl in the swerving corridors of the Nethermaw Tunnels, her starfighter trailing smoke and flame from a crashed racer nearby. Leshanna , the captions read. The crowd murmured with interest, students pointing and beginning to place quiet bets. Caedes paid his attention to that look in her eyes, fierce, determined, and for a moment the camera's angle made it seem as if she stared back at him.

"After all," he mused, distractedly.​

"What is triumph without the failures of others to set against it for comparison?"​

Returning focus to the present moment, Caedes stood and, without looking, held out his hand. Obediently, a waiting servant offered him wine and he took it. Raising the proffered drink, its thick liquids swirling and bleeding back down to collect in the goblet's round belly, he offered a toast.

"To unity," he began, leaning and offering his glass forward in cheers.​

"To the strength we forge and represent here, together."​

His gaze lingered on Revna , then Lina Ovmar and Lodd Grimmin , on Elmindra Xitaar , before turning to the Diarchs.

"Tonight, I invite that we do more than share a table. That we share a vision—a future shaped by our will, united."​

He raised his glass higher, his voice a clarion call. ​

"Tonight we drink to mutual prosperity within this Coalition; Trade Monarch, Diarchy, Lady Revna, Lady Ovmar. First Lord," he occasioned in Elmindra's direction, swelling with pride. ​

"To whichever destiny we choose to carve out for ourselves."​

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[Naamino Zuukamano]

The kit's words had fallen on deaf ears for the most part, as the stubborn zabrak marched onward. But once they were amidst the feast proper, he seemed to snap out of his hardheaded haze and properly heard his friend again. For a long moment his gaze lingered on one of the holoscreens, he fought the urge to run to the balcony where he might see as the remaining racers drew near their goal. Suddenly his expression became resolute and he lifted a hand to gently squeeze Micah's shoulder, in truth the gesture was to give himself some sense of comfort.

"Go get yourself a plate, just uh- steer clear of the Lord's tables and you should be fine… I gotta go do something."

And the boy was marching on once more, brow furrowed and eyes hardened with focus. He knew he couldn't in good conscience sit and eat and be festive after what he'd just done. Or failed to do. Fading adrenaline had left his body weary and sore, singes and faint burns had left their mark upon his clothes where loose electrical wires brushed against him on their escape from the ruined prototype. But still he pushed on toward the very Lords he'd cautioned Micah tol Powl to stay away from. There was no running from his mistake, no way to hide it or blame it on another. Everyone had seen, so he felt certain that it was best to face the shame of it head on.

He did not abandon decorum however and he was careful not to obstruct anyone important, nor cause offense by impeding the movement of his betters. Soon enough however he marched up right beside Diarch Reign and bowed his horned head before the man. He took a knee then and there, not speaking without being spoken to but making his deference clear.