Dominion Hakuna Rakata | Galatic Alliance Dominion of Rakata Prime

[Tren Chaar]

B I Z A R R O

RAKATA PRIME​

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With the troop shuttles on the ground and disembarking, and pending anything going wrong, Revenant Squadron could stand down for the time being. The gleeful Umbaran decided to explore the area and see what wonders Rakata Prime held. With the twin suns on his grey skin, a fresh ocean breeze filling his lungs and a skip in his step, Chaar headed off through the tropical foliage toward the sound of crashing waves.

The unfamiliar sounds of bird and animal life filled the air as he wandered with no real destination in mind. He didn’t move with a purpose or goal in mind, instead of enjoying the journey as it took him. One's life wasn’t judged by the number of medals pinned on your chest or the rank you were promoted to. All jobs and pursuits were equally valuable. Maybe it was time to step down from Starfighter Command and take up a more fulfilling role, one where he could help those less fortunate. What wonders and rewarding experiences could a sting in the Alliance Agricultural Corps offer?

The tropic ferns gave way to a beach of pure white sand which stretched in either direction as far as the eye could see. Only a single object - an obsidian stone monolith with flat angular sides sitting a few meters out to sea - obstructed the idyllic landscape. Chaar studied the object for a moment, feeling drawn to it somehow. How surreptitious that his wonder should bring him to this exact location? Wonders will never cease!

Chaar waded out into the waist-deep water and placed his hand flat on the side of the monolith, his palm feeling a slight warmth and subtle vibrations. How unusual. Surely his colleagues would love to witness the wonder of this unusual pillar.

“Revenant, this is your most grateful and humbled Leader,” he called gleefully into the comlink. “I’ve found the most magnificant curiosity down at the beach which I think you should see. If it’s alright with you of course!”

He stood back while he waited for the others to join him and closed his eyes, basking in the beauty and wonder - what a glorious day to be alive!

Revenant Squadron: Five: Kaul "Joker" Emos | Six: Dani Stellaris | Seven: Leon Gallo | Eight: Len Vert | Nine: Artemis Toth | Ten: Qellene Tyliame​

 

[Seto du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Objective One: Lehon Mirror Verse
Location: Rakata Prime
Action: Working on reports and ignoring his annoyances
Attire

The buildings inside had a rather thick layer of dust over nearly everything, in fact as Seto took a step inside his single footstep caused a dust cloud to uplift. His mind though refocused on looking around, terrifyingly unconcerned for the small layer of dust now on his clothes. He looked down to check but with great effort he couldn’t force his hands to pat himself down to clear away the dust and dirt. He was unsure if it was stranger not to, or stranger yet to even attempt such a silly action.

Instead the young Du Couteau heir continued to move along, with his data-slate back in his hand, he began to scan through several reports. A few things struck out to him as he began to leave a few notes for later, at the moment the more important task was making sure that this area held some logistical sense for the people attempting to live out here. Seto could probably smooth out any glaring spending issues to the Committee, and was doubtful that GAMA would take interest in anything this far out that produced this little.

Seto paused, his eyes looked around and he realized that the dust content around him had not decreased but increased. His pristine clothes had their colours muted and the wrinkles continued to worsen throughout his person. Rather undisturbed by this notion, Seto continued to walk and work on more reports, things needed to be accomplished for the Alliance before he would even dare think about sleep.

So little time, and so much work. . . .people over personal profit as they say. . . .
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[Aiko Hayata]

BYOO|Coruscant|Show
AIKO HAYATA, CEO OF HAYATA CORP
TAGS//: Ishida Ashina Saiko Hayata

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"Perhaps, perhaps not, my youth is but a distant hazy dream; I am no killer," she lied through her teeth, hiding behind her trademark poker face she'd sculpted so well over the years. Nevertheless, Aiko knew what it was like to kill and cause the deaths of others, some she'd done personally, while her sister and her legion of killers did the rest. It didn't matter ultimately; they were just statistics at best and nuisances at worst. Her first kill had been messy but distinctive, some low life in little Atrisia district, Aiko's crowning kill and coronation into the clan. Some two-timer working the districts red light areas, she'd followed the lout with a blaster for hours through the neon metropolis. Cops found his body in a city phonebooth the morning after, two burn holes in the back of the head and slumped against the stained glass. Holonet news attributed it to gang violence, and her father's men simply bribed off any potential witnesses. Or rather. They killed them.

But that was all so very long ago; now, she was grown and, like her father before her, had legions of men and women at her disposal to do the same thing while she pushed paper and drank with Coruscanti elites. Her predecessors were clever and realised legitimate business moved more, and provided the perfect cover for the other side of the family business, it was what enabled the Hayata clan to survive beyond its origins while many other bandit clans withered away or were destroyed.

"I am merely a businesswoman, nothing else."

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[Tren Chaar]

B I Z A R R O
P R I M E

RAKATA PRIME​

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Chaar basked in the wonder of the pristine Rakata Prime seascape as waved lapped the shore and a gentle breeze carried the salty ocean scent and angelic cries of native birdlife. It truly was a blessed day.

The euphoric Umbaran studied the strange obsidian monolith which had drawn him from the Alliance landing zone. He circled the object in the crystal blue knee-deep water wearing a look of innocent amazement. Chaar did not have one iota of Force ability, yet he felt a deep and spiritual connection to the alien object. Its presence here felt deeply intertwined with his blissful being and purpose for living.

He again reached out to touch the object, this time placing both palms flat on its smooth, warm surface. By unexplained instinct he closed his eyes and calmed his mind, reflecting on how wonderfully peaceful and fulfilled his life was.

The peak of the monolith silent opened like a flower in bloom to reveal an impossible bright orb. The orb began to pulse.

Chaar shook his head, let out a grunt and strode out of the water, kicking his legs to shack his pants dry. He surveyed the immediate area with a scowl as he sought the members of Revenant Squadron. He’d called them to come and survey the beach - where the frak where they? Cutting duty no doubt. While his pilots had demonstrated acceptable combat competence, they were still a long way from meeting his demanding expectations. Curse Starfighter Command for assigning him to such an incompetent unit!

Muttering Umbaran curses, Chaar paced back up the beach and toward the landing zone, drop-kicking a native crustacean that had the misfortune to cross his path. Revenant wouldn’t have liberty leave for a week unless he returned to find the single best landing zone in the history of the GADF awaiting him. And even then, they’d still receive a written warning for disobeying orders.

The orb atop the Rakatan monolith ceased its pulsing and retracted back into the strange alien device.

Revenant Squadron: Five: Kaul "Joker" Emos | Six: Dani Stellaris | Seven: Leon Gallo | Eight: Len Vert | Nine: Artemis Toth | Ten: Qellene Tyliame​

 

[Ishida Ashina]

A DARK SHADOW NEEDS LIGHT
BYOO - HAYATA RAKATA | CORUSCANT | HAYATA CORP. HOTEL
Aiko Hayata | Saiko Hayata
BUT LIGHT DOESN'T NEED DARKNESS TO BE LUMINOUS

From the last word of her question to the first word of Aiko's answer, Ishida kept her focus levelled on the hostess.

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"Perhaps, perhaps not, my youth is but a distant hazy dream; I am no killer,"

The way she answered suggested that now she was not an executor of evil will. If she had ever been violent, out of necessity or otherwise, it was a self that she hadn't invited to this event. To this conversation. Was this all she was, now? A shell of memories and motives for profit? Mysterious and lucid, present and absent all at once?

How could the past be relegated to a thing of dusty distance? Ishida's own beat inside her like a second heart.

"I am merely a businesswoman, nothing else."

It wasn't an answer she was satisfied with. The Geishas, she knew were ready to act. Until it was time to do their task Aiko had said. And Saiko...

Saiko's company and demeanour were more obvious than Ishida's.

"A killer..is that only the one who uses the weapon, or who distributes them?" Ishida asked, edging into territory she wasn't sure she wanted to explore. "Or is using words to command enough?" It might have walked on the precipice of insulting. But the words had come out before she'd had the chance to rationalize them away and keep them unspoken.

Ill-timing would see to it that Ishida's question was likely to remain unanswered. The lights that had shimmered over the indistinguishable silhouettes darkened entirely, casting the space into blackness.

Reflexively, Ishida tightened and recounted the exits she'd marked on her way into the elite chamber. It was unsettlingly fast, how instant the darkness overtook the technicolour that had existed moments before. Nobody seemed to move. Nobody attacked.

In front of her, the glass started to brighten until the space that had looked as though it would be for a performance glowed a cool blue. From her seat, Ishida could see nothing within it, even when she leaned forward. Instead, she saw how many rows of seats were like the one she occupied alongside the Hayatas. All those masked people that had been mingling before were now silent, sitting, and watching. Looking forward to the single source of light in anticipation.

Ishida followed their cue, and looked forward.

Suddenly, as if an apparition, a silhouette appeared into focus. Their shape was unremarkable, with non-telling features.

Soundlessly, Ishida leaned forward and peered at the figure. Squinting to discern anything tell-tale about them. Was this a new release of an HRD? They were so lifelike in their movements, their muscles tightening and flexing as panic rolled from them. A sensation that Ishida could determine through The Force.

Her breath hitched in her throat, and her back straightened.

"What is this?" She asked hurriedly, hushed in an undertone meant only for the senior Hayata who she turned her eyes to.

 

[Aiko Hayata]

BYOO|Coruscant|Show
AIKO HAYATA, CEO OF HAYATA CORP
TAGS//: Ishida Ashina Saiko Hayata

"A show." She bluntly and abruptly replied, looking away to put her shades on as the lights grew brighter and revealed a shirtless and heavily battered man in the middle of the showroom. Atrisian like they were and bearing the symbolic tattoos that spoke more than words did as to who they were, she smirked and couldn't contain her own sense of joy at the mans suffering and terror as he looked up and met her own gaze.

The worm knew why he was there; why else would a man of his size and looks look so frightened and worn down. Her men had made short work of him in the days preceding, beating him savagely and causing him to spill all he'd done to try and undermine their lady. Aiko would've reserved the normal experience traitors got, but she wanted to relish his pain and suffering every waking moment and second.

~Rat.~

She muttered under her breath in Atrisian, her grip on the arms of her seat tightening as a light flashed above and a door opened behind, to the left and the right of the doomed man. A brief moment passed in silence, before an HRD passed through each of the doors around the man. They were armed with Vibro sticks, adorned with body armour and almost porcelain-like in complexion and appearance. Their lifeless machine eyes betrayed the lack of humanity in them as they moved slowly in on the man who struggled ever greater in his binds. His muffled screams soon brutally snuffed out as the trio of HRDs took turns mercilessly beating the Atrisian to death as the onlookers gasped and talked excitedly among themselves.

Amidst this orgy of violence, a mundane Hayata announcement rang over the speakers, which detailed the HRDs price, specifications and suitability for corporate security and work. Aiko turned to her sister and chuckled at the gory display below them, knowing all too well the crowd didn't care about the man but rather the effectiveness of the machines that put the show on for them.​

 

[Ishida Ashina]

A DARK SHADOW NEEDS LIGHT
BYOO - HAYATA RAKATA | CORUSCANT | HAYATA CORP. HOTEL
Aiko Hayata | Saiko Hayata
BUT LIGHT DOESN'T NEED DARKNESS TO BE LUMINOUS

"A show."

So banal was the explanation, that Ishida felt the back of her throat tighten. Heat flared at the base of her throat and her cheeks grew slippery until she swallowed. This was a show, certainly. One that bordered sadism for profit.

Shoulder to shoulder with Aiko, and Saiko just behind her, and so many legs she'd have to move over, Ishida remained immobile. Her jaw tightened, and disbelieving rage started a small tremble in her hands.

Coolness rolled through her, vertebrae by vertebrae as if her blood was actually congealing. Her mind went fuzzy, blurring actionable thoughts of rationality. What had she thought Aiko tested her weapons proficiency on? Is this something Ishida would have to do — not as such an exploited spectacle — if she wanted to pursue the build of the Ashina Empire?

A thousand considerations rattled in her skull, bouncing erratically without anchor within the confines of her mind: The image Aiko had painted of herself for Ishida up to this point, who that man was, how often this happened, were their more, who was in this room, who would purchase the droids at the end of the night, why had Ishida been invited to witness this? Surely Aiko knew how against the Jedi ways this performance was?

Was it further mockery to the path Ishida had taken, to continue attempting to conceal herself amidst the Jedi?

Within the containment, the tattooed individual's physique started to become less and less recognizable. Less and less like something that had once been human.

If Ishida were a buyer, she would have had to admit at the radical efficiency of it all. The HRDs were precise. As gruesome as the act was, it was notably bloodless. Clean.

Listlessness dominated her façade. Silver eyes focused forward as she sat unmoving, staring ahead at the brutality. The only indication that she might be moving was because of the coloured lights that washed over her, creating shadows and dimension with colour that otherwise didn't exist in the blackened room.

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She should have moved.

She should have leaped from her seat and taken the shoto attached to her thigh and driven it through Aiko's neck. Or shattered the glasteel ahead of them with her touch, and into the ring. She should have disabled the HRDs, exploiting their faultiness. She could do it. Everything broke, everything had a breaking point.

Was Aiko trying to push Ishida to hers?