Faction Feast of the Furious // A Korriban Story

[Maiza Vex]

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[Maiza Vex]

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

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The wind whipping through her hair and her wild swings were enough to slightly reveal the half Zabrak's small vestigial crown of horns. Blood rolling down her face from the gash on her forehead from her earlier crash. Despite it all a wicked gritted small was across her face as she hacked downward towards the jedi hitchhiker. Her golden eyes with blood trickling around them hungry with fury. Single minded in action and thought anger and pride would not let this transgression pass.

A jolt of the bike caused her to stumble back across the bike almost toppling back into her seat at the front of the bike. She flailed her arms wildly but managed to just barely catch her balance but the forward momentum of the bike also helped to keep her footing. She could feel the bike slowly, which allowed her to push herself forward again as she came down with another swing that met its mark, biting into the jedi's arm.

She thought she had won for a split second as the jedi lost grip a cocky smirk crossing her face. She raised her weapon in the air, about to celebrate victory. Missing the fact, the jedi manage to catch themselves again with their other arm. "Ra…….ugh…..ugh.." The breathe escaped her lungs as it felt like something was grabbing around her. "Ugh..ugh…uuuu." She was trying to breathe but like a python was squeezing her neck tighter and tighter.

Her peach-colored face started to turn shades of blue as she fought to breathe. Her golden eyes bulged as she stared at the Jedi she now saw hanging onto the bike. Those eyes of a child only sixteen years of age begged for the jedi for the air to be returned to her lungs. Maiza saw her short life where she wanted freedom, to be free from the chains the sith had shackled her to since executing her parents.

She wasn't a sith, hadn't even trained a single day in the academy or with a master. She was just the daughter of some pirates, a half breed mutt, who got caught by the sith when her parents did. She had come to this race seeing a chance at freedom she had taken it, now she was about to die.

There was no good in this world, no hero's only villains and those fighting to survive. She was thrown from the bike like discarded trash, with such ease and without thought. Maiza had fought so long to survive, and this was the first time she saw the end of it all. Flying from the bike she only had one thought, if she survived, she was going to kill them all everyone who had brought her and her family harm.

She flew out in front of the bike and across the finish line just ahead of the bike as her body came crashing down onto the paved ground of the paved streets. Bones snapped, skin and clothing ripped, and blood began to flow from the broken girl's body as it thudded and skidded across the pavement. Lucky for her she passed out well before it was over as the crowds watched on cheering on the blood shed that had been given to them. Cheering for violence and the thrill of the kill that wasn't theirs. They craved it, wanted it more than they wanted the victor to bring them credits.

This was the Galaxy people wanting to see harm brought onto others, wanting to see those trying to survive fail and die. It didn't matter jedi or sith, no one cared for the slave, survivor, or working man it was all about power. If you didn't take it, you were left a heap on the pavement. Maiza's body laid there broken, but a breath exhaled from the lungs. Today a villain was made one that would only take power never give back to this cruel world that had abandoned them and discarded them.

 

[Kivah]

A rather promising conversation with Pureblood was interrupted when something the King did or said caught his attention and pulled it away from her half-lidded gaze and flirtatious smile. Annoyed, she followed his gaze towards the King's table in time to witness his command to Naamino, forcing the boy to find him more wine. The spectacle was... actually a little disappointing. Still, for his disappointing performance right off the line, he was lucky if a little humbling was all he had to endure.

Kivah's eyes sought out the King, studying him openly before lowering her head in a respectful nod that barely reached her shoulders. Her companion said something and she was opening her mouth to reply when a sharp thwack that could only be a fist connecting with a face sounded through the room. A scream of shock and rage followed. Immediately, her ears perked up and Kivah was looking for the source, potential dalliance forgotten in favor of this new excitement.

The moving crowd hid the action until someone was pushed back and like a ripple through water, the press of people spread out to let her see inside to the fight. Leshanna was laying into another girl that, weren't they from the same house? Ohh this was good. Tail flicking, she rocked up onto the balls of her feet as she watched the fight. Mentally she was there tallying up the blows and anticipating the blocks, dips, and counter-attacks. Proud in her victory, her rage was an ugly thing, controlling her with no finesse. The surrounding students were quick to join in, either picking a side or trying to stop the fight, and Kivah frowned disappointed. Teases. Now that she could watch, it was over in a flash.

"Well that was disappointing." She told her red-skinned companion and lead him over to a collection of wine glasses to take one up.
His reply was full of curiosity and showed that he and at least several in the room either had dossiers on the students or the announcers had gone into interesting details about their pasts. "Weren't you a fighter? Not tempted to join in and help your fellow students?" He regarded her over his own wine.
She gave a one-armed shrug. "Cage matches and business, not brawls. I'm here to get noticed. Not make an ass of myself in front of everyone that matters." Besides if she joined in unrestrained, she'd be sending some of those kids to the hospital if not the morgue. A small lie, more than a few of her fights had been brawls. Drunk Kivah enjoyed a good fight and dives were fun for a reason.
"Still, shying away. Could make you seem weak, risk avoidant." He was testing her now and she took a teasing sip of her own drink while considering her reply.
Best to be honest while playing down the risk. She shook her head. "Anyone who saw the initiation trails should know better." Her hand tensed around the glass without squeezing, flexing her arm a noticeable amount even under her jacket. As she did, another thought suddenly struck her. "Besides, there would be nothing to gain. No ally of mine was in the tumble, and..." How to phrase this next bit? Keep the flash of insightfulness going... "Like I said, it would be detrimental." Good, let him fill in the blanks as he wished. He changed topics with a smile but had already lost the Cathar's interest. He was looking at her like a student. She'd preferred his earlier looks.

| Darth Caedes | Diarch Reign | Micah tol Powl | Naamino Zuukamano | Leshanna |​

 

[Revna]

Tags: Darth Caedes // Lina Ovmar // Lodd Grimmin // Diarch Reign // Naamino Zuukamano ​

Revna could feel Lina’s gaze upon her; no doubt the woman was trying to understand or read into the silent communication that the young woman was having with the King. And no doubt she wouldn’t miss the slight pink that would dust her cheekbones as Revna had difficulty in meeting the King’s gaze. She hadn’t divulged to Lina that growing connection, the tether…that was there. Maybe in time, she would. Or maybe it was something she’d keep to herself. She hadn’t quite decided yet if she wanted others to know this little secret.

Lina’s reactions to such…controversial comments made by Diarch Reign, and Revna’s own agreement with it, did bring a very small smirk to the young woman’s face. She knew very well how such comments could be perceived, how dangerous they were to make…but being a Sith was a dangerous occupation anyway.

Revna nodded in silent understanding and agreement as the Trade Monarch laid out his concerns; internally, she wholly agreed with his statements. Lina’s voice pulled Revna’s gaze back to her and she listened as the woman worded her statement carefully, being cordial but at the same time probing and prodding the King to see what he was truly about, what he sought after - all without saying if she supported the statements being made, or that she was against them.

All eyes turned back to Darth Caedes, to see how he would respond to such bold and frankly dangerous statements made by Reign, the wisdom and insight spoken by Lodd, and the probing inquiry from Lina. His gaze moved between her and Diarch Reign as he took a drink of his wine, telling them both that he was honored by their words. His gaze was warm, but his words held purpose to them. Nothing he said was spoken out of place; it all had purpose and meaning, and she took note of everything, her own gaze hungry as she was ever eager to learn from such occasions as this. Such gatherings where she could simply sit and listen and observe, often gave her the most knowledge and insight she could adapt into her own interactions.

Revna took another deep drink from her wine, the heat further spreading and relaxing her as she listened quietly as he continued, speaking about the Hypergate and its great importance to the Holy Worlds, that it was a symbol of unity, of trade and ties to others outside of their borders - something that he made clear that he would defend at all costs. Revna knew that the gate was also a point of access, and that a powerful defense for it was critical to maintain the safety of all those who lived within the Holy Worlds. Their enemies could easily invade them through the gateway, and it was wise to ensure that such actions could be dissuaded first of all, and if that failed…be defended against powerfully and decisively.

It was something that the King seemed to touch upon, when he further said that while the work before them was great, it was not impossible. Revna nodded her agreement as various thoughts slipped through her mind, idly swirling the wine in her glass, before she observed with some mild amusement the interaction between Darth Caedes and the Zabrak boy - Naamino, as she learned was his name. Clearly, he was not pleased nor amused by the boy’s rather bold, and foolish, approach to the table. It was a breach of decorum that was being skillfully, and in Revna’s opinion - gently - corrected as the Acolyte was ordered to refill the King's wine.

Had this been anywhere else with any other Sith Lord or King…that acolyte would be dead, or at least wishing he was dead. He is very, very fortunate. Revna thought to herself, musing on the situation as she watched the Zabrak boy stand off to the side with the pitcher of wine in his hands, dutifully taking the place of the veiled servant who had been there just moments prior.

For a few quiet moments, Revna focused on the delicious food before her, intent on filling her belly as her mind swirled with thoughts and considerations, before she dared to pass her thoughts to Caedes.

Lord Reign's suggestion, while I voiced my agreement with it, is...a dangerous one to be spoken aloud, especially in such an open place as this. And the fact that you did not outright shut down such a suggestion, wouldn't that put you in a precarious position should such comments reach the attention of the Kainate Dyarchs? Aren't you...loyal to them?

Revna picked up her glass of wine and took another long drink, her gaze leveling on the King in a slightly more direct manner as she did so, unsure of what his response might be to her thoughts.

"It is wise to ensure that you can keep and hold your own domain, before ever seeking to expand it. Only a fool would reach and grab that which he cannot properly defend or maintain."

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Tags: Revna Darth Caedes

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The Diarch listened to the comments of the people gathered there. Gauging their level of commitment or as Reign thought bitterly, their fear to force change and order that the galaxy so needed.

Within his heart, and in certain private discussions, Reign knew that the unity and cooperation that those at this table spoke of would not come without change.

Outwardly, the Diarch looked upon Revna
a newfound respect for the young Sith clear in his eyes. He inclined his head slightly to her. Acknowledging her bravery and loyalty to the King. He would make a point to talk with her later.

“Such shrewd counsel, it is no wonder you gathered here have risen to such heights. I’m grateful to be among such wise companions.”
as he spoke, he locked eyes with the king, while their bond was still forming, the Diarch attempted to send a warning So few true friends, should you ever make a move. Be wary my friend.

Reign smirked slightly at the punishment doled out to Naamino Zuukamano , it was far lighter than would have happened in his fathers house, the boy should feel fortunate.

 

[Darth Caedes]

<<A lie repeated becomes the truth to those who hear nothing else. Those who are relentless in their message will watch as dissent withers.>>
—Darth Caedes, ruminations...

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Outer Rim
Korriban
Capital City; Vardin
Tags— Lodd Grimmin Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik Naamino Zuukamano Revna Lina Ovmar

Caedes allowed his gaze to linger on the acolyte as Naamino poured the wine, the carafe trembling slightly in his grasp. The silence was deliberate, stretching just long enough to allow the weight of his attention to settle firmly upon the young intruder. When the task was complete, Naamino stepped back, his posture rigid, eyes lowered, awaiting judgment like a mynock in the shadow of a dragon.

"Sir," Naamino said, his voice stiff and uncertain.​

Caedes regarded the boy for a lingering moment, the corners of his mouth shifting in something which could have been approval; or else some deeper calculation. The boy's posture remained tense, a pleasing mixture of fear and respect in the Force.

"Good," Caedes said at last, his voice dry like leaves being crushed underfoot.​

He lifted the refilled goblet and swirled the wine, inhaling its aroma though not yet drinking.​

"Boldness is no substitute for wisdom," he admonished.​

"Be mindful of your timing. Attend, and do not let my cup run dry." ​

Revna's thoughts touched his mind then, sharp and probing as if the edge of a blade.​

Lord Reign's suggestion [...] is... a dangerous one to be spoken aloud, she sent, ever cautious.
That you did not outright shut down such a suggestion, wouldn't that put you in a precarious position should such comments reach the attention of the Kainate Diarchs? Aren't you... loyal to them?​

Aloud, Revna continued seamlessly, though with words now directed toward the gathering as a whole.

"It is wise to ensure that you can keep and hold your own domain before ever seeking to expand it. Only a fool would reach and grab that which he cannot properly defend or maintain."​

Caedes gave a nod of agreement to her outward statement, crafting his response in layers. Telepathically, his answer to her private concern was cool and measured. The Diarchs will hear what they are meant to hear, Revna. And loyalty, as I'm sure you understand, is a concept made mystified by nuance. Aloud, his voice was steady and deliberate.

"You speak wisely. To overreach from a place of instability is not ambition, it is folly."​

Presently, Diarch Reign seized the conversation, his words laced with a calculated charm.

"Such shrewd counsel, it is no wonder you gathered here have risen to such heights," he said, the glint of something inscrutable in his gaze.​

However, through the Force he projected caution. So few true friends, should you ever make a move, he sent.

Caedes' lips curled to the knife's edge of a subtle smirk, his golden eyes glittering. Through his telepathic links to both Revna and the Diarch at once, keeping each separate from the other, he projected a wave of easy confidence.​

Truth is pliable in the hands of those who tell its story; control the narrative, and you control reality.






[Exit]​

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[Madrona A’Mia]

Tags: Leshanna Maiza Vex Ala Quin Kivah Lyssara Thrynn

Ads rolled from sponsors, camera droids grabbed exhilarating moments to catch the crowd up, and Dak's narrations continued on, interspersed occasionally with A'Mia's dry commentary. Things were summarized just as could be expected given the beginning of the race, with much fanfare and excitement, but soon the race was roaring to a close.

"By the Holy Stars folks would you look at that! Here they come and- OH MY we have Tuk'ata racer way out front, WAY out front I tell you. But-"

Dak was cut short, nonplussed, squinting as if he didn't believe the evidence of his eyes. A'Mia on the other hand, stood slowly from her seat within the announcers box, sensing a disturbance before it occurred.

"Is that a speeder?"

"An interloper," the neti added mysteriously.

Dak was too stunned to be put off by his strange co-host, his words soon came back to him and he started up again at rapid speed as the remaining racers made it across the finish line. in quick succession. No mention was really made about those scattered remains of failed or sabotaged students who'd been left behind.

"WOW folks alright we have the Tuk'ata racer coming in first! I'm being told her name is Leshanna! And- OH SITH SPIT I think- dear darkness what a crash- the speeder was too crowded it seems! Unclear which student since they aren't in their original vehicle but whoever that is needs medical attention! Aaaand we've got a proud enough showing from the other houses here- Rakghoul coming third, I'm hearing our pilot is Kivah. Great work, give them applause! But- OH MY another crash but heyyy they crashed across the finish line eh? That's a... student by the name of Lyssara? Folks I can safely say I've never seen the likes of this! coming in next..."

Dak continued diligently but A'Mia had already slipped out of the box unnoticed by the transfixed man. Her many limbs propelled her eerily over spectators- some of whom screamed while others clearly thought this was just part of the days entertainment and cheered her on. But her large eyes were fixated on the broken body of Maiza as she made her way hastily, both duty and curiosity propelling her forward. Though there were still racers crossing the finish line, the neti made a calculated leap from the sidelines where she landed over the crumpled student.

A'Mia worked at horrific speeds, her many limbs quickly hoisting her off the track and bundling her up in a strange cradling spin. Moving her in much the same way a spider wraps prey. The Sith Shadow began pouring powerful healing energy into the girl to stabilize her system, even as she made a strange healing cacoon from the fibers of her own body. Dak Despin pointedly did not comment on the healer's intervention and soon A'Mia was on her way to the medical bay.

[EXIT]​

 

[Kivah]

Third, after the heady sensations earlier, she'd been knocked down the rankings again. Kivah knew most students would have been happy just to place, many didn't even finish the race, but that was a hollow consolation. The fine food was gone before she'd arrived, the drink measured least she over-imbibe before the Lords and tasting sour after the news. The boys were fine, neither hurt nor overly punished. Their accident put down to boyish enthusiasm, bad luck, and the natural consequences of putting children at the controls of a high-powered precision racer.

The king looked finished as well, withdrawing to his inner circle as they gathered around, not that she desired to be called to meet him given both of their current moods. She could be gone as well. Soon enough she was, ducking out the service entrance and grabbing a bottle of wine waiting to be served on her way out. Once free of the race arena and spectators, Kivah was in the city and made hew way to a quiet spaceport and a small bay tucked away by itself. There she entered her own ship and former home to get drunk and have time to herself. Away from the other students, the need for face, and the dangers of being a Sith, Kivah finally let herself fully relax as she slumped across the lounge. Calling out to the integrated droid to put on some music, she popped the cork and started to unwind in the privacy of her little sanctuary.

Exit​