It's A Trap | CIS Dominion of Secundus Ando

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

Interacting with: [member="Daxton Bane"]
Post: 4
Posts Till Force-Null C-Death: 6

“I… have no idea.” Ahani set her elbows on the table, wrists shaking. “They’re sick in the head.”

[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]’s pretty face faded before Ahani’s eyes, the pale skin and dazzling blue eyes swirling into a mash. Her ribcage shook.

“You’re Ket’s pup!?” Any attempt at laughter ended in abrupt and painful coughing. “I’ve known Ket since the Sith set up on Munto Cudro, after the fall of Palpatine. The battles, back then! There is no chaos like the past, these… epic battles between planets are… are… are there blue wildflowers in the meadows around Tythe anymore? Does the… do the Templars have… h—”

Silver eyes unfocused, Ahani began to sway. “Better to take the lovers you want, those who are worthy will become commendable… the rest are worth no further glance…”

A voice to her left. The baritone-basso of a familiar lover who had, in his time, been commendable. “Metus…”

Swaying hard enough to nearly fall out of her chair, Ahani gritted her teeth and wailed as an electric current filtered through her skin and jostled her bones.

“Metus!” The call of a lover, the woman he crossed systems to rescue after Aran died on Mandalore, and Ahani was again adrift in her near-madness. The affection between Metus and Ahani, while containing a physical component, had surpassed such instincts to an eternal and lasting bond. He searched and found her, bundled her up and brought her home.

Home. She’d never see Sinner’s Rue again. Would she make it to another sunrise? Another jolt of electricity railed into Ahani’s fragile body, muscles clenching. A pitiful, pained shout echoed out of her burning throat.

The announcer’s voice punctuated the air, images dancing around the sky. Insectoid limbs yanked Ahani out of her chair, and into another, plunking her body down on an identical chair at an identical, but different table. Without the Force to keep her, Ahani’s blood began to pool in her fingertips and toes, draining from her face.

Arms sprawling on the table top, Ahani’s forehead smacked against her forearm. “Y-you… you forgot my… my drink…”

Eyes pulling upward, Ahani caught sight of [member="Daxton Bane"]. “Hey, baby cakes… am dying t’t.. t’hear ‘bout th-that date… ever been… been to Sabarene? There’s this ocean with its’ shore against the desert sand… long breaking waves to the horizon…”

A shuddering cough wracked the force-dependent Master, as she pushed up to sit back against her chair, head lolling to the side. “… ever been surfing? M’son took me… Manu… need t’… need t’get out… see him…. tell him… Metus… where’s Metus?”

 

[Chikako Liona]

Objective SDN, jackpot!!
Date Partner: [member="Darth Metus"]
Date Name: Black Chika
Attire: Dress
Post: 5

A distraction, really? though that made some sense she doubted it, something about his action screamed ulterior motive why else would the famed Darth Bane be acting all loving and dovey? would not it make sense for his to act all resistant and drama like. Though she was note sure it would ultimately work, if such it more distracted other people not the guards seeing the man how could rip a ship out of the they sky acting complete different from usual. Before she could voice any option though a blinding light engulfed he vision, one way or another the Ehcnai finding her way back to the seat she had woken up in the announcer going off about switching, this night far from over.

Chikako gulped a bit upon the holographic display changing above her head, wincing a little, expecting to get a droid of something less desirable, upon opening her eyes the young noble was surprised, no shocked to see who her new partner was, non- other then Darth Metus himself. Looking up the young girl’s sliver eye looked upon her new date, though a little afraid was also excited, how many other people could say they went of a date with the confederate Viclord, who know this may benefit her in the long run if played out right. "M-my lord, how art thou this evening, I hope I am up to your expectation in a date... I mean, well not ehh sorry forgive me I am just not used to this sort of stuff yet".

[SIZE=11pt]This was a once in a life time opportunity, she did not want to mess this up, but at the same time was lost for words, only having talked to the man a few times, most of which involved her giving a greeting and the man ignoring it, continuing in whatever task was at hand. It was a nerve-racking moment, just waiting for the Sith lord response to her botched introduction[/SIZE]

 

[Daxton Bane]

Objective : Survive DN
Interacting with: [member="Ahani Najwa"]

Daxton’s dress was slighly skew from the violent motions of the dance, more than a few golden links were broken but that was to be expected. The Sith Lord’s muscular form was covered by a thin film of sweat as he took several good breaths from the dance floor. God that woman could dance, he thought silently to himself, perhaps if they made it though the night she would do him the honor of a sparring match. After all you never really knew anyone until you crossed blades with them at some point.

As he caught the gaze of his next partner, his eyes automatically noted the pale skin, the throbbing pulse on her neck, she was clearly under duress. Leaning closer so he could catch her should she faint he replied, “Sabarene? Can’t say I have, tell me more about it...”

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Identity: Identity Unknown, name revealed
Objective: Survive Date Night
Interacting with: [member="Alden Kyr’Nau"]
Wearing: This
Post: 5

[member="Ahani Najwa"] had said they were sick in the head and Katrine had to have agreed on that, though she didn't actually say so, her confused expression enough to read out her thoughts on the game they were being forced to play. They'd gone on to talk about her Father, Ahani obviously surprised by her reveal of being his daughter. The woman had tried to laugh even but it had resulted in a coughing fit instead, making the Lupine wince at the sight of her before she kept listening to some more information about her Father's past, not fully understanding how he had lived through all that. She'd even tried to explain about taking lovers one wanted, worthy of becoming commendable, which Katrine had nodded to. She comprehended this to an extent but bedding and dating didn't really relate to her head at all. One was fun, one sounded draining and really felt like faking a proper claiming.

Maybe it was just because of where she was raised.

Which she'd planned on talking about before she'd heard Ahani calling out to Uncle Isley once that Kat had almost missed and a second time that was loud enough to confirm she'd heard the first call right. "Oh, you know my Uncle too," The Lupine had barely managed to say before everything had begun happening. The host started talking, bright lights made her turn her eyes away as random sounds filled the room before the full announcement about trading and she suddenly felt herself being lifted away, her hand clenching tightly against the corkscrew inside her hand, carried off away from the woman she had intended to help breathe again. But nope, she'd missed the shot.

Shortly after, the insectoid limbs dropped her into a new chair at a new table. The Lupine blinked as she looked at the new face then looked around again trying to find Ahani again. She was a friend of not one family member but two so she was technically a friend and she had all sort of stories. She couldn't find her right now though and her sapphire gaze returned back to the man sitting from across from her now. In a dress. Her gaze lowered to her own, noticing the similarity. Different color, some details and she didn't know if his was just as ridiculously short as hers was and his chest didn't quite match the top part of the dress but hey, she was sure if he dressed, he might have gone for a different cut. "Hi. I'm Kat," she told him finally, still kinda distracted, "Sorry, my new friend looks like she's dying and I was gonna help her and then we got moved. And now I can't find her. It kinda has me worried." That was pretty much what was bothering her and it didn't seem like anything small, not to her. And her blue drink was at the last table. So rude, not bringing her drink along. "They could have remembered to bring my drink over," she muttered.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

It was clear that the namana liquor was starting to really take effect. Granted, most people wouldn't have been able to drink nearly the amount Kurayami had already imbibed, but he was always good at managing to surprise others with his seemingly endless tolerance. Seemingly endless being key. The first signs were subtle enough, in that he was having a bit of trouble keeping his head from swaying slightly, which unsurprisingly, quickly spread to the rest of his body. He still didn't have an answer as to where he was supposed to drop the alcohol off. Wait is that what he was supposed to do? Maybe. He'd have to ask the nice tall thing he was standing against for support.

"Uh, 'scuse me...but do you remember why m'here? I know there's a reassson, think it was...was delivery of whatever's inna box here. Something to drink or, yea, somthin' like that yaknow? S'okay if you no' remember either. Think is for the guy in the scary flannel suit pajama thing...that things hell to look at. Gonna needs a place to nap or some such after delivery. Well if that is wha' I'm doin' here. Eh..."

He continued to ramble a bit longer, unsure why he wasn't getting a response from his support. Perhaps someone would clue him in eventually that he was trying to converse with a pillar. If not there was no telling how long this 'conversation' would go on for before someone pulled him in the right direction. At leas it would be entertaining for any viewers who were watching the "red carpet" shenanigans.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Kurenai Yumi

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Objective: 2 Operation Date Eater try and keep up with the children
Allies: Rex Taff
Post: 6

Kurenai did not move from her position throughout the entire exchange, almost as a statue or droid of some type, keeping a watchful glare on the mans and his female squad member, or accomplice, their relationship was unknown. "I am Kurenai Yumi, code name crimson, as for how I know your name, I have my ways", it was a perk of being in the intelligence branch of the CIS as well as living for so long, a few family names sticking to mind. With this new information she slowly lowered her weapon, standing up but never shifting gaze away from the other members, always wary of those she did not know too well, more so in a covert operation like this.

"Well it is nice to know you were unaffected, my own suit has filters and oxygen supply, perhaps in the future such equipment should be standard issue", bringing her gun to the side she holstered it along with the basaltic combat knife she had recently bought. With introduction out of the way it was back to work, Rex already going through the security terminal coming to a road block rather quickly, meaning he'd have to bypass the security clearance and work around the fire wall and other barriers that where in place. "10 minutes, will have to stay silent until then, as for the weapons and other equipment, best to take the most important things, mainly for dedicated military personal, we don't want to be over burdened with stuff".

The next problem was getting rid of those dam anti-force animals, though herself was fine without the need of it others were not always so skilled, "Rex, those little lizard fuckers are in small containers over the different members are they not? Can you see if there is some sort of system in place like a robotic lift of conveyor belt that hangs them over each person, we may be able to simple remove the problem rather than having to kill every single one of them". She may be right she may be wrong, but either way they were at a disadvantage if those force neutral beasts where still in play, and that was only a small fraction of their worries.

 

[Garza]

Objective: Shhhhhh. Imma hunting wabbits!
Allies nearby: [member="Rex Taff"], [member="Kurenai Yumi"], [member="Muad Dib"], @Tryis Hayes, [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"],
Post: 5
NPC: Operation Darkstar "Obsidian Ops - Oops"

She had her ways? Not really sure what she meant by that, but Crimson had peaked my interest with those words. Either way, she was still voicing the need to end the life of the lizards. I knew what they could do as soon as she mentioned them. It prohibited the use of force while near them. Making it very difficult to get rid of them without some form of a weapon. While the two were talking, I was trying to think. Coming up with ways to kill them. Sure, shooting them would be easy, but just the four of us couldn't kill them all without exposing that we were here. We would have to somehow kill them from a range, silently, without alerting them of our presence.

"I doubt there is a conveyor system. They can live quite a long while without needed food or water. Its possible they just simply hang them up there permanently to prevent anyone entering that room from using the force. If anything, Look for life support systems running to them. Some kind of system that would feed them and water them without having to worry about moving or transporting them."

My left hand was rubbing the back of my black helmet as Nimma was running through the system along side the Chiss operative. She was our Slicer expert on the team, and would very likely compete or even surpass the man who was working beside her.

"Even if we shut off the life support systems, they can still live. How are we going to kill them now?"
"Taint the lifesupport. Have it feed poisons or if they do have feeding tubes, feed air into them. Too much air in a body system can burn them and even kill if given the right amount of pressure."
"Crimson has the right idea though. If there is a conveyor then we can deal with them that way."
"Turning it on and moving them will cause noise, and draw attention. We need to do it quietly."

Turning to look at Crimson, I motioned for her to follow.

"We can still talk to them on the coms while we make our way to the armory, Yes? If we dont find out some way to do it now, the best chance to do it without needing stealth, is when we actually will break in, and just use the force crush them with items, or straight up shoot them. I currently have the rest of my team making their way to the roof and preparing to drop in from the top with flashes and smoke. Is there any other intel you might have on what you two had while taking a look down that way?"

 

[Srina Talon]

Identity: Partially Known - They say "Dread Queen"
Interacting With: [member="Darth Metus"] then [member="Mythos"] [Maybe haha?]
Wearing: This
Post Number: I lost count...So...

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This was the most strange, awkward, distressing adventure she had ever been on. She didn’t like feeling as if her senses had been muted to the point of having acquired some sort of disability. Her eyes lingered on her Master, expressing more than words ever could, though she tried to quell the lingering apprehension. She could see his worry for her, hear it in his tone, even if she could not feel it as she normally did. At least, he had an answer for as to why the Force seemed to be all but missing, and why she could no longer feel those she cared for. Her voice was laden with disgust when she responded… “Why do such impractical creatures exist?”

“Surely, their point of origin could be glassed.”

Srina was uncharacteristically hostile, despite the fact that the situation warranted it, and it showed in the way she casually mentioned doing away with an entire species. Perhaps, his darkness really was rubbing off on her.

Again, she saw her Master express concern crossed with anger, his movements stopped by the same jolts of electricity that cultivated her responses. His anxiety for the safety of the woman that had recently taken up residence within the Well was palpable. They had yet to truly be properly introduced, however, if Darth Metus’s thoughts and memories were anything to go by…She was important. “She’ll be all right. We all will.”

Empty words, based on determination and strength of will alone, but Srina was just as steadfast as she had ever been—with or without the Force. For her troubles in consoling her Master, she was treated to a stronger jolt of electricity, that of which she had no idea of what the source was, and her teeth ground together harder than before. She would not give the Harch the satisfaction of hearing any pain or discomfort.

Silver eyes fell on [member="Darth Metus"] when he complimented her appearance. Hearing such things from him was not exactly uncommon, but in this context, she felt strange. It was in that oddity that she finally understood. Play the game. Survive. Kill them all.

A smile, quiet, and cruel passed primrose lips. It was the furthest thing from alluring, touched with secrets which promised unmerciful violence. Pure, malevolence.

“Do I not always?”, she returned to him slowly, and her head tilted, eyes flickering over the leather-clad Sith Lord. “…Is it the shoulder pads?”

Her eyes fell down, inspecting the front of her less than modest clothing before they glanced back to the Sith Lord. “Or is it the absence of an actual neckline?”

Darth Metus was mostly saved from having to respond since the soon to be deceased Harch host called for their attention and switched their ‘partners’ around. Suddenly, she found she could move, and in accordance to her Master’s wishes, she made her way toward the designated table. It did not seem that her co-participant had arrived yet and so, for the time being, she sat alone.

 

[Malok]

”I couldn’t agree more.”

The rumble of his voice was yet alive with the remnants of agony. His muscles had yet to unclench in the wake of their being shocked for his insolence. But as he stood fast, now resting his palms flat upon the table as if to steady himself, Darth Metus heard her voice. [member="Ahani Najwa"] was calling out to him...but there was an edge to her cry. A weakness. A frailty. Vulnerability that never was - and never should - be present. Yet this time, as much as it pained him, the Sith did not turn his head away from his apprentice.

They had to play this game. They had to survive.

Only then could they exact vengeance.

A steadying breath filled the Vicelord’s lungs as he focused on the task at hand. And, while their Bond was blocked by the presence of the Ysalamir, he could all but feel the frustration emanating from [member="Srina Talon"]. The tone of her voice. The shortness. The threat of glassing a world in its entirety. She was…growing to be more like him it seemed. What epitomized her current state more than anything was her response to his compliment. Words of affection were not uncommon between the two of them; but never before had she been so…blunt. If the situation were less dire, he might have actually laughed.

”You do, always.” he breathed as she rose from her seat. ”Just thought I’d point it out.”

But there was not much else he could say as the “game” was progressing. Srina had moved onto an empty table. Ahani had been moved before...was that [member="Daxton Bane"]? And soon, the Sith found himself addressed by his next date. And, where he was absolutely livid still, this one seemed to be more nervous than anything. Her tone was alive with respect, her words were prim and cordial. He had seen her around before as well...where was it....ah! This was the young Echani that Srina had accompanied some time ago. A budding politician if memory served.

”I am...Well, given the circumstances.” he began, choosing his words very carefully. ”And there is no need to apologize, let’s just enjoy one another while the opportunity lasts.”

He smiled. And for the sake of their own survival, he made damn sure it was genuine.

[member="Chikako Liona"], [member="Srina Talon"], [member="Ahani Najwa"]

 

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

Interacting with: [member="Daxton Bane"]
Objective: Stay alive
Post: 5
Posts till Force-Null C-Death: 5
Music: Unsteady by X Ambassadors

“Of course I do, Metus and I... Continue to… t… the state of being lovers. I think... there was a bundle in my arms, once... a little... a... wait, I don't remember... Time is… irrelevant.” Yanked and pushed away, Ahani never got to finish her conversation with [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]. Her head swirled, silver eyes craning at the dress-adorned Zabrak across this new table.

“Van-Derveld… Van… Van… who painted you?” Her left hand reached across the table to touch Daxton’s skin, slapping her hand in a flop on his forearm to drag her fingers along. Pulling her fingers back, she inspected them in front of her face. “Huh… paint’s dry.”

Lungs stuttered for air, the same air which betrayed her. Betrayed like her Echanar betrayed her. Like her son betrayed her by turning only to the perilous and unrelenting light. So many moments [member="Manu Xextos"] cured her of her addictions. So many moments he attempted to heal the wounds on his mother’s lunatic soul.

“… I am speaking to the ghost of a Templar, who wears a dress and paints his skin…” Eyebrows twitching into a firmly pondering frown, Ahani sucked in a haggard inhale and peered into the dark.

“Metus… does your skin no longer burn with the volcanic conflagration of your home? I missed… I missed too many moments.” A hiccup stole across her lungs as the former Templar Master and mind-shattered Echani.

Knees pulled toward her chest as one more burst of lightning coursed through the dying woman, when she attempted to release herself from the chair.

“S-sabarene? Do you know my son, then? You’ve been to Sabarene? The endless desert sand, Abha gleaming in the distance, biodomes carrying the last refuge of Chandaar, Eshan, Thyrsus… Manu built a Temple to the Force on the banks of the ocean’s inlet. A palace of crystal and marble… forged by our hands, our… our telekinesis and command of the elements. The sun bathes your skin, it’ll burn if you let it, but it’s warm…. warmth.” Frigid hands began to shake, a body shutting down with a collection of shivers.

“My face… all my female descendants have my face, you can see it over and over, My daughters begetting daughters and daughters and my son begetting sons and sons and… and…” Ahani’s teeth chattered, her shoulders craning inward. Her eyes flickered in the gloom, peripheral vision failing her. Where was [member="Darth Metus"]? Where was his pup, [member="Srina Talon"]? The Echani girl, the brave one, the one Ahani liked? No. No she refused to die sitting down. Ahani tried once more to rise from her seat, to find Metus, Srina, to move away from the dashed lizards and their deathly consuming silence.

The shock left her splayed across the table, body still in the chair.

“… Did I survive Palpatine for this? To waste into a… an insect’s amusement? No… No, I don’t accept it, I don’t… I… I want to know… what is your favourite date? Tell me!”

Play along, the thought was, give the xar'chath what they wanted... Ahani never had been good at giving people what they wanted.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Objective : Survive DN
Interacting with: [member="Ahani Najwa"]

In a rare moment seen in public, Daxton showed compassion as he took a clean linen and gently dapped away the sweat from her brow, holding her close as she shivered, as if the draw the cold unto himself and spare her the pain. “My favorite took place during the first invasion of Mandalore by the Sith Empire. I was but a young sith apprentice out to make a name for myself, she was fire and lightning made flesh and called woman. At first we clashed, spit and fire, death and rage. Three times she tried to kill me as I recall. It was her blade that gave me this scar.” He indicated an old stab wound an inch above his heart. “Perhaps if her aim were true or more precise this would be a totally different conversation. Finally we realized what we really were feeling and just couldn’t fight it any longer. Shame that we could never reveal to the children the truth.”

“You said a son, where is he now?”

 

[Ravenfire]

Objective: 2
Allies:[member="Kurenai Yumi"], [member="Zephyr Carrick"], [member="Ahani Najwa"]
Rex was so engrossed in trying to find any back doors in the system he didn't listen to most of the first part of the conversation. then being asked about a conveyor belt, got Rex looking around in the subsystems. "They have two conveyor belts actually one for the Little lizard Karks and the other for the people." Then looking at the technical side of it "Zephyr is correct the belt would be to loud and take to long, but I can feed the creatures a mix of their food with a upped version of what they used to gas us." "That in liquid form more concentrated should solve the problem of them." Running his hands across the terminal with the other person Zephyr had come in with doing similar. "Okay we did it, might take a minute to start killing the creatures off."

Then backtracking where he had come from, he managed to get into more of the system. "Okay boys and girls lets dance." Then on the comms as the two were on their way to the armory "Okay just sent to guards from the armory on a wild goose chase and opening the door for you now." "You have maybe 2 minutes before they come back for you, so get in get out." Then focusing back on the cameras, "Hang on she looks terrible, oh kark. Okay I will triple the dosage to that lizard above her." Hoping he can manage to save her, he is straight back on the comms, "Kurenai we have a problem. One of the people in there is dying as we speak without the force helping her live." Then pausing a moment "I upped the dosage to the one above her to help, but you need to get in there and end this soon." Kark. Looking at the woman next to him, "Is there a faster way to kill off those lizards?" "Please tell me you have something that will kill it now, she isn't going to last much longer and I am not about to allow another person from the CIS die if I can do something." Almost pleading with her as if she was death and he was trying to buy more time.

It took him back. The snow of his home world, him looking down the scope of his laser rifle. Taking several shots to finish off a "Supposed group of terrorists". Then he found out it was, the rest of his squad, he had been order to execute them under false orders. On that day he left Chiss space and the military completely, hating the general who had made the call. The very next day, he was almost killed by a sith. Now he works for the betterment of all, even so sometimes he loses himself to his training to kill first, ask questions later. But he was not going to lose anymore people than he had to.

Turning to the woman "Stay here on the comms and help them out. I am going to do something crazy and stupid to try and save someone." Hoping back into the vents he had come out of, he set off to save her.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Hakanu wasn't interested in the dating, hadn't been since he got here, the de Winter lady in front of him he sighed. Drummed his fingers on the table, maybe under different circumstances, he'd entertain her but for now the man looked about his eyes drew to the lady he had spoken to earlier. [member="Scherezade deWinter"] Hakanu nodded and said, "you'll forgive me if I'm not ... talkative." The man rose from his table and gave a bow of respect to the woman before marching off to examine his surroundings a little better. Things like this - there were always a weakness and a way out, and as he stalked down between the tables he heard [member="Ahani Najwa"] he stopped and looked over. Hakanu gave [member="Daxton Bane"] a small bow of respect with his head, "excuse me sir, it seems the dear lady is feeling unwell."

"C'mon," he knelt down and held out his hands to her.

 

[Alden Kyr’Nau]

OBJECTIVE: Survive, escape, eliminate targets
POSTS: 2
ATTIRE: A chemise
DATING PARTNER: [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]

To say that Alden was confused would be a slight understatement. It wasn't that his mind didn't comprehend the situation they were in. Captured and being forced to compete in a game for their captor's sick amusement. It was the form that the game was taking that had him confused. Why not a fight to the death? Or some kind of gauntlet of traps? Something that was more overtly violent and dangerous. He didn't know much about the hatch, and they clearly didn't know much about humanoids considering how they'd dressed him, but it still seemed an odd choice for the creatures. Was there a greater motive? Or did they simply think this was the best way to humiliate the Confederacy? There were a lot of questions to consider though most of the details he was curious about were superfluous. Usually, he'd put such thoughts to the side but as he'd already had an escape plan figured out he had nothing to do but wait for an opportunity.

Or rather, that had been the case until suddenly a woman was placed before him. He didn't know her name but he recognized her as his partner from when the pairings had flashed up on screen. Oddly, their dresses were rather similar, was that on purpose? Maybe. Kat, as she'd introduced herself, seemed calm enough but definitely under a great deal of stress. His eyes go over her once evaluating her with cold calculation for a moment he seems rather inhuman, lacking a facial expression the only hint of emotion was anger boiling in the back of his eyes. Then those orbs close he inhales deeply and it is like Alden switches mental gears.

Alden'sbody relaxes, the anger in his eyes seems to vanish, and he even manages a strained smile. His posture and bearing previously had been slightly predatory but now his posture suggested he would be quite the amicable fellow, or well as amicable as one could be while kidnapped and held against one's will. "Alden, a pleasure to meet you Kat." He says his tone suggesting sincerity. "Sorry to hear about your friend, hopefully, she'll be fine. Though in regards to the drink I don't think they care overmuch about keeping us happy." He lets out a low dry chuckle as he nods down at his wrists that are still bound. "So." He continues after a moments thought. "I was still unconscious when this started. What do they want us to do? Just talk?"

 

[Zyrias Pax]

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Identity: Unknown​

Outfit: Blue wig and street clothes​

Interacting with: [member="The Slave"]​

Goal: Pickpocketing​

Soundtrack: Shampain​

Posts Made: 2​

The sudden burst of fanfare caused Zyrias to peer up at the crowd, a tiny sneer beginning to grace her features. The bizarre nature of what she had assumed to be a mundane speed dating outing, began to both fascinate her and frighten her at the same time. The Canto Chameleon enjoyed being entertained by her surroundings but there was a bloodthirsty aura in the atmosphere. Or maybe it was just the handcuffs that made the entire theatrical display seem a little sinister. The smell of fried food caused her stomach to growl.

Participants were shuffled. Finally, some company!

There were candles on this particular table. How quaint… and useful if the strange sense of foreboding became something more tangible.

The man across from her had hair the color of marble. And was wearing a red dress. Maybe that was a cultural thing?

“You look like an adventurous type,” she said. “I mean here we are in handcuffs after all. My idea of a perfect date is… um, I dunno snorting a bunch of dreamdust and going to Hologram Fun World."

Raising her arms up in long fake stretch with the sole purpose of reaching a bobby pin in her hair, she lowered her restrained hands and began working on the handcuff lock.

“But sometimes it can be simple stuff, you know like drinking champagne ad watching a holomovie. What about you?”

 

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

Interacting with: [member="Daxton Bane"]
Objective: Stay alive
Post: 6
Posts till Force-Null C-Death: 4
Music: Spectrum by Matthew Koma

Daxton was a flimsy memory, another in the litany of beings Ahani had, in her centuries, watched grow, mate and fade. While he yet refused to fade, as he was a Zabrak in his prime, the pattern maintained its’ integrity.

It always would. The perpetuity of the universe sat in the palm of her hand. Or it had, when the cruelties of the Force begat mercy…

…after mercy…​

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…after mercy.​

The blessings of the Force which sustained her faded as mercy fades from the cruelest of hearts after the worst betrayal. Drawn into Daxton’s arms, Ahani shivered into his warm skin, head lolling onto his shoulder.

For a drawn out moment, no breath came to Ahani’s lungs. Her body stilled, then shook awake as Daxton motioned to the stab wound. “Such a funny thing, you other races… for an Echani, there is nothing but truth in a child. Sons look like their fathers, daughters their mothers… Genetic rep-rep-replication…”

Her head tilted and she curled deeper into Daxton, her pulse weakening. “Manu… Manu is on Sabarene… we found our descendants on Chandaar and Eshan… I sustain the both of us through the Force… Manu… rules Sabarene with his daughter and her cousin… where… where is she now, Daxton? Where has she gone?”

Cold sweat peppered her brow, slick with the realization that [member="Manu Xextos"] was dying on Sabarene. Dying as Ahani was dying. She wanted to curse and rage, but the vulnerable flow of her impending demise stilled the violence from her bones and turned muscles which once had committed intergalactic war to chaff.

“Best date I ever had was killing a Hydra with [member="Darth Metus"]. We were crazier than a bunch of Jedi who foamed at the mouth to turn to the Darkside… hidden in the caves… he was so proud of his Templars, and I was proud only of my son, who crossed the universe to join them… I remember the day Metus’ holocron entered my hands, delivered from his sister on Ziost… the horizon on Mandalore… the edge of a planet in the silken spatial vacuum… Byss… training with my father and the other Crimson Guard on Byss… while the Emperor scowled from his palatial porch… my first kill months later… escaping Byss with my infant son… my.. my son, he… he won’t know what’s happening to him… his heart will stop it… it..”

Ahani fell into @Vulkanus’ offered arms, eyelids fluttering and pulse slowly running down.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

“A woman after my own heart.”, he chuckled as he rested a portion of his skin over the flame. It slowly blackened the skin; more carbon buildup than actual charring of the skin, but the smell of injury was apparent.

The Slave seemed to sigh before moving his hand back to hold up his chin, eye’ing his new partner with care. A golden gaze that saw through his skin, and aimed straight for her heart; both metaphorically and literally, as he seemed to just stare at her chest before glancing back up to her. A cock of his brow and he began to respond in a slow, very deliberate manner;

“I enjoy the occasional drug binge, but don’t have much experience with much else. Maybe playing the piano, or reading…”, he trailed off. Another time, perhaps.

“Regardless-”, he interjected into his own thoughts, “I don’t date. Its hard to say what an ideal one might be.”

[member="Zyrias Pax"]

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Kurenai Yumi

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Objective: 2 Operation Date Eater try and keep up with the children
Allies: [member="Rex Taff"] [member="Zephyr Carrick"]
Post: 7

Kurenai decided to let the other two handle the planning for now, both coming up with better ideas then her own, perhaps she was getting rusty in spec of stuff, most likely due to her past few military operations being front line combat. From helping the Galactic Alliance to Tatooine and Monastery she had not don't and covert operation for quite a while, "alright do what you must Rex I will follow Carrick to the armoury and recover what we can". Giving a nod to the other Dark Jedi she started to make her way down the corridors towards the armoury, staying low and quiet, but dashing with the speed or a full upright runner.

Getting closer her com link came to life with the Chiss's worrying words, but unfortunately there was not much she could do about it from their current position, "I am sorry Rex nothing comes to mind, but if your plan works those things should be dead soon". "If memory serves me correctly that person you are talking about is [member="Ahani Najwa"], she is an Echani, they are a tough bunch don't expect her to die soon but we will quicken our pace if necessary, just remember one false move and it can be more than her that dies". Suddenly silence from Rex's end, the boy probably running off to play hero... she wouldn't blame him, if the other way around and younger she would have done the same, regardless of what the lash back may be, she just hoped the locals did not shoot to kill on Rex. The boy probably being affected by the lizard creatures, meaning his force sense would not be able to inform him of any incoming dangers.

'His just as reckless as Tanasuki'. Looking back to her fellow operative a new sense of stern determination was planted across her face, "Double time Carrick, we are going to get our friends out and make these spider people pay". Though mainly spurred on by anger the new threat of security being altered was also present, meaning the guards would start a top to bottom sweep of the entire complex, giving the two a set time limit until there were either caught of the patrols reached the security room.

 

[Chikako Liona]

Objective SDN, jackpot!!
Date Partner: [member="Darth Metus"]
Date Name: Black Chika
Attire: Dress
Post: 6

Chikako cringed slightly as the echoing cries of [member="Ahani Najwa"] in the distance, the inability to help making her feel kind of down trodden, more so since her own situation was league higher in comfortably and company. Still it would not do any good to simply sit here and wallow in sadness over the misfortune of others, such and act would only bring more problems to the already trouble CIS members, besides this may be her only chance to talk with Metus in 'this' of situation. "Well it is nice to see that you're in good health, it would gloom my heart to see our glorious leader in pain over this dilemma".

She returned the warm smile, happy that the Sith Lord was also in good spirits, even if he was putting on an act for their hosts, "Well seeing as we are together now why don't we get to know each other a little better". "You probably know me as Chikako Liona, heir and duchess to house Liona back on Eshan, you know, before the collective took it over, I seek to master the arts of magic which is why I join the Mandagora, but I hope to become a Vicroy once I turn 18 due to my noble heritage". She neatly folded her hand into her small lap, giving a gesture for the Dark lord to speak his own mind and continue the conversation, or as she would like to call it, date.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Objective : Survive DN
Interacting with: [member="Ahani Najwa"] [member="Vulkanus"]


Daxton ever so gently handed her to the younger bald man before offer a reaffirming pat on the shoulder. “Good man, take care of her while I get her some aid. You have my word we are all going home to tonight.”

When he rose to his feet, there was no mistaking the aura of danger surrounding Daxton, he did not need the Force to make clear that his eyes glowed with a dangerous feral orange and gold tint. Ignoring the fact that his dress was askew, he strode up to the bug in charge before it realized the danger it was in.

“Listen here roach. You want to play your games, I am fine with that. I will play your little game to the end if you like but I have a companion who is in no shape to play. Now that might not seem important to you, let me show you where you are wrong. She is a very important person not just to me but a great number of those present. She falls ill or dies, you will have a riot and if that happens, I don’t care how many guards you have, I will be coming to rip those pincers of yours and stab you in that black little heart of yours. See she gets the medical attention she needs and the games can continue, am I making myself clear or will you require a demonstration?”