Just a simple update, all I want...

[Onrai]

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

Serpena. Like the last time that Spencer had been here, she had been invited to the planet by Circe to discuss things. Only this time, the discussion wasn't exactly as jolly as it had been last time. Oh sure, Spencer still(unknowingly) had lifelong membership at the Serpena spa. But the discussion Circe intended to have with her ally and part time rival was going to be anything but pleasant.

For either of them.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer had been on vacation with Ashin, they needed a little rest and relaxation after the elections and the sudden invasion by the Republic. She felt a bit renewed and refreshed, she had found a balance within the force since the invasion. A hand ran through her blonde hair as she entered the building where Circe had summoned her too, she hadn’t seen the woman in some time and was glad that the planet seemed to still be functioning – possibly a good sign. The yellow taint of the dark side still lingered upon the woman’s youthful face, but beyond that she was back to being the soft spoken Master.

Deciding against the usual Jedi attire she wore, she opted to wear something a bit more casual. A soft dress hung from her shoulders and clung to her body as she moved. Signing in, she was directed to where she would be meeting Circe. Finally heading to where she was directed, she poked her head in and smiled softly.

“Hello @[member="Circe Savan"] you asked to see me?”

 

[Onrai]

The look on Circe's face was not happy. Then again, it didn't appear explicitly mad either. For a brief moment, the tiniest flicker of a smile formed at the corner of her lips before they disappeared back to a straight face. "Welcome, Spencer. Please, sit down and relax." Sighing for a moment, she reached underneath her desk, grabbing a bottle of water and unscrewing the cap, taking a careful sip as the bottle was placed on top of the desk.

"Now, before I go into detail about why you're here, I'd like to refer back to a conversation had some time ago between you and I over the sovereignty of this planet. And why it still had sovereignty despite nearby being stripped of its space stations and stored ships. Now, considering that the Atrisians have merged with the Fringe, I'd assume my rationale for your being here is a shard more obvious."

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Taking a seat she folded her hands in her lap, the air in the room made her tense for a moment and remain prepared for anything. The young empath trust Circe enough not to be foolish enough to start a fight, but still she decided to remain slightly on edge. Taking a deep breath she brought forward her blonde hair and her slender fingers ran through it as she figured she could get a haircut while she was at the spa if necessary. Remembering vaguely the conversation she also knew her conversation with Ashin about the planet she was on right now.

Her being here gave her an idea of why Circe would call her, but still she could be wrong and drawing a very wrong conclusion. Keeping the smile on her face she tilted her head slightly and nodded.

“I remember and the unity of the Galactic Empire and the Fringe have nothing to do with this planet. Ashin was clear about this place remaining yours. She or Rave … nor anyone in the Fringe would take this from you.”


@[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Onrai]

"But does that include what else I have? Well, had." A soft sigh crossed her lips as she raised her hand, motioning to the sky. "I lost a good portion of my ships to a girl who apparently created my current body and who I nearly slept with, not to mention who cheated by utilizing outside interference in a one on one duel during our fight after I tried to play a joke with a dud recorder. Then again, I suppose I can't joke anywhere without suffering dearly for it..."

"And yet, they actually do. Ashin stated to me that the sole reason I was not in danger of losing Serpena was because of it being in the buffer zone between Atrisia and the Fringe. Neither of which I am a part of, and a buffer zone in which neither I nor anyone else in the disputed territory was consulted about prior. Now that Atrisia and the Fringe have amalgamated themselves into one organization, there's no real reason sans my own personal feelings on the issue for the Fringe to take Serpena."

She turned, pausing. "I try to crack a joke over Jared Ovmar's quite seriously offensive remarks about starving the plants, killing them and burning them - remarks obviously intended for the only sentient plant this side of the galaxy - and the Fringe shoves me out faster than Haven Pryde gets glassed by Hannibal and his mercenaries." Her eyes flashed yellow for a brief moment before returning to their natural green coloration. "My 'creator' takes everything. I lose everything. How do you suppose that makes me feel?"

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer listened to Circe as she retold what had happened to her. Nodding, she showed her understanding while her hand ran down the long dress covering her ankles. Spencer had missed almost the entire thing since she was preoccupied with finding a slice of cake – which had been devoured in a matter of seconds during the party. Thinking quietly she remembered how delicious the pieces that she had gotten a hold of. Blinking, she looked over towards Circe and tilted her head to the side. She knew exactly who she was talking about and a look of confusion spread across her face.

“I’m sorry to interrupt @[member="Circe Savan"], but Rave? I didn’t know you two…I mean, I always thought she was straighter than the blade of a lightsaber... I’ve heard her gushing over @[member="Gilamar Skirata"]. I mean I don’t blame her really he’s a Mando and you know how they are a whole society built on honor and warriors. He’s a man’s man and oh dear he can grow quite the sexy beard and a voice so deep and velvety.”

The younger woman blushed softly and waved her hand in front of her face for a moment. There were only a few people that could make her catch her breath and as she smiled through the fanning she remembered her most recent vacation with Ashin and blushed even more. Waving her hands in front of her she realized how it sounded her fan girling over Gilamar. A slightly shaken hand brushed back her blonde hair behind her ear as she brought her knees up to her chest in the chair, her dress flowing perfectly and covering her body and garments.

“A strong mando can make me blush, but don’t get me wrong – @[member="Ashin Varanin"] has…”

Spencer paused for a moment as she shivered slightly and regained her composure.

“That woman goes after it like a mynock on wires. Ah I’m sorry, but the planet I don’t think the Fringe has interest in it. Ashin keeps her promises, I’m sure you know that Circe. I’m sorry about what had happened to you, but it gives you a chance to rebuild and make something better of yourself. Don’t worry about Jared I can take care of him and he won’t bother you I promise. He’s loyal to me. I know you’re upset Circe, but look at the bright side. You’re still alive and you have a chance to do something”

 

[Onrai]

"The pod race, remember? Where me and her chopped up a Detritus bomber and turned it into a podracer for Ashin to use? Me and her were watching the race in our skimpiest bikinis, relaxing in a hot tub!" Crossing her arms, she looked over the flesh creature standing across from her. "Do you realize how wrong that would've been? That would've been like sleeping with my own mother!" She paused. "Well, then again, there were some of the Witches... Never mind."

Then Spencer fangirled. She fangirled hard over a Mandalorian. "For what they did to one of the Sith Empire's most important planets, and for their pathetic attempt to take Dromund Kaas by killing Sith personnel and their own men, the Mandalorians, including Gilamar, can burn in hell. The deepest, darkest, most pain-ridden corner of Chaos. And I will personally make sure that every last second of their eternal damnation and torment, their suffering as the Sith spirits of the damned ravish their flesh and gnaw on their bones, is enjoyed by me. Captain Larraq is a coward. A true Mandalorian would've charged in and engaged the Sith warships and platforms in the most honorable fashion."

Turning back to Spencer, her fury only partially unabated, Circe continued. "Rave stole ships that were not hers. She laid me up in the hospital for weeks, despite having constructed me. I wanted nothing to do with a fight, but either way - losing to a crafty Nightsister witch who has hundreds of years of memories locked away in her head, or being ignominously kicked from the Fringe by Ashin - was going to end up in my getting fucked over. Not to mention that Ashin, who as you stated said she wouldn't touch my stuff, somehow had a backdoor connection to, intriguingly enough, every one of the ex-Sith ships I had brought up to Serpena with my stockpile. And she merged them into the Fringe. My citizens, my ships - and I could do nothing about it."

Pausing, a tear reaching the corner of her eye, Circe brought her hands to her head, saying something that only made her descend into more sobs. "Why did you care more about a piece of cake than one of your closest friends?"

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer sighed softly and returned her feet to the ground, her hands returned to her lap and she listened. Finally when Circe presented her with the question Spencer shrugged slightly. She was completely unaware of the Kaggath, she hated politics and usually gave Ashin a kiss on the cheek and went to mingle. Its what she did, the other woman she was the mastermind of politics. Spencer let silence hang for just a moment as she gathered her memories of the event.

“Circe, I had no idea the Kaggath was going on. When I was called to heal Rave, I was in the middle of doing what I do at every party and that was eat cake or mingle. I’m one half of a power couple and I like what I’m responsible for. People find it easy to talk to me, I don’t have a reputation like Ashin. The woman is better at doing the politics, I smile and show my pretty little face and make people feel comfortable. That’s what I was doing, I’m the diplomatic one.”

Shifting in her seat she continued as a hand rested against her cheek slightly and her hand was propped up by an elbow leaning on the armrest of the chair.

“You had been carted off to a medical facility. I don’t even know if I could heal you anyways, you’re a plant if anything all I know is how to make your fibers grow and flowers pop out of you. Thats my knowledge about plants. If I was Sirella maybe I’d have a better chance of putting you back together. Also despite the horrendous happenings at your hospital room, I did come to visit and I brought flowers. Your friends decided to cause problems on Annaj and I know Ashin didn’t want to --”

Spencer caught herself and paused, it probably wasn’t a good time to bring that up so she allowed for it to hang for the moment and turn to the real question she had.
“All of that has to deal with Rave and Ashin - what does this have to do with me? How am I important in this? I’ve told you what Ashin and I have discussed over this planet and the Fringe aren’t going to touch it. What more do you want?”

@[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Onrai]

"You'd be surprised at how much one from the shadows can change how things go. Considering the ruckus we made in that building, I'm shocked that you didn't know... As for being the diplomatic one - it would've helped greatly had you been there. Perhaps my fleet wouldn't be in the hands of a witch like Rave, and I wouldn't be sitting here, plotting my revenge."

She smiled a bit. "You did bring flowers. Can't say that wasn't a nice gesture... Then both of you killed my lover and fried my wife to a near-crisp. To add insult to injury, evidently, the Fringe held an enormous, ludicrously overindulgent funeral for a random guard who died, someone no one knew even existed, coupled with one of your leaders' propaganda speech against myself. Apparently, my joke about intending to sue Jared over those comments - I don't even have a lawyer I could hire to do so - was recorded, taken seriously, and I was out on my ass."

Pausing, standing up rather violently after turning the chair around so it wouldn't seem that she was getting angry towards Spencer, she sighed. "All I ask of you is to put the diplomatic skills the Force has given you to good use. I don't want anything new. I just want what I had previously. I don't want power, I don't want new shipyards... I just want the ships I had - the ones that weren't ex-Imperial, including the Bloodfin and the Gorgon, you can keep the Es - and to be a part of the Fringe again. Being a loner isn't good for me, and of the galactic powers, the only one that even remotely fits me is the Fringe."

Turning back around, she placed her arms on her desk, elbows supporting her head as her barely mobile mouth uttered clear words. "I don't care if I'm viewed as an outcast in the outcast faction. I no longer care if people hate me because I'm a plant, or if they consider me the scum of the galaxy, as Jared does. By now, I don't care if no one cares about me, as has seemed evident since the end of my time in the Fringe post-Sith. I just want to be able to meaningfully contribute to the only galactic power that's ever given a damn about my kind."

Circe would've mentioned that she felt supplying arms to a faction that hated her was a bad idea, and was this considering canceling any current production contracts and destroying any Subach-designed toolings for fighters, but didn't have the heart to. Spencer was one of the only people she cared about in the galaxy, and who she fought might actually care about her as a close friend, or perhaps something else. A relative? Regardless, the Fringe was indeed the only place that had ever stood up for the vagrant types such as herself.

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer leaned back in her seat and listened to Circe, the woman was asking her to do multiple things that would return her to the place she was before all of this. The blonde showed no emotion as she pondered the request and after a few moments of silence she brought her hand down from her face and she shook her head lightly.

“Circe, I cannot overturn what happened during the Kaggath. Rules are rules in that sense, if you’re wishing to strike a deal you need to talk to the person that defeated you in the Kaggath. Which would be Rave - the owner of your fleet.”

Next came the topic of Ashin and the banishment. Spencer never enjoyed meddling with her wife’s work, it was something she didn’t bother poking her nose in unless asked. Ashin had experience with this sort of issues and Spencer was constantly learning. Spencer trusted Ashin’s decisions and almost always supports them. Of course, they have their moments of disagreement, but she would never voice them publically nor would she put her nose in them and overturn Ashin’s word. Her voice showed no emotion as she calmly spoke answering the request.

“Like I’ve told several people before you Circe, I don’t meddle in Ashin’s affairs. I know of them because she discusses them with me. I support my wife and even when I disagree with her I would never go behind her back and overturn her decisions. She’s a leader in the Fringe and I am her wife. I support her and I execute her decisions. I trust Ashin with everything and I respect her above everything we have, so no I cannot allow you into the Fringe or give you your ships back. This is something you have to discuss with Ashin.”

Spencer stood slowly as the dress cascaded against her frame, a hand moved adjusting it slightly against her slender figure.

“As for you contributing to a faction. Circe, I firmly believe that there is a lesson here that you haven’t learned. Starting from the bottom again builds character - we have all fallen flat on our faces before and it’s made us better people. You need to stop trying to cut deals, stop trying to use others to build yourself up and learn to take care of you. You need to handle your business and finally grow up. You lost everything because of your actions and people don’t trust you because you’ve never been loyal to anything or anyone...well you have been loyal to one person and that’s yourself. The galaxy is full of giving and taking. I hope you understand that this is for your own good.”

@[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Onrai]

"It's been hell. I hardly have any friends left, the Jedi are likely going to hunt me down again, and I'm scoffed at every opportunity... Talk with Rave? yes, I'm sure she wants to talk to a 'failed experiment' whose ass she chopped up into half a dozen pieces. Ashin? Well do I really want to get turned into the vegan version of fried toast? Your wife, as atypical of a darksider as she admittedly can be, is rather noted for her chill and callousness. Considering that the last time I talked with her resulted in only more death and destruction, I'm not confident in my ability to survive anything she would choose to do."

Looking over the landscape, Circe fingered a datapad. "It makes me question my business sense too."

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

"Ashin isn't as cold as people put her out to be, she's open to a lot of things and she's willing to make deals. Rave I can't say much on, I've only interacted with the girl a few times while she's been in the Fringe. The only one i can really say anything on is Ashin and despite her ways and her dabbling in the Dark Side - the woman has good intentions and she follows through with what she says. Shouldn't judge a book by the cover or the intro - sometimes you really need to get in there to fully grasp what is going on. I think if you come forward and prove showing that you're willing to give everything up and still continue on - shows how much you want it. I've been rock bottom before, I had Ashin to help me realize how to be strong. Possibly this is your opportunity to be strong."

Spencer patted down her dress as she thought about Ashin and her shift from the Darkside, that Force Light the Jedi on O'reen had done seemed to have knocked them both out of that torrent of dark taint. Spencer still struggled with it and with the letter she was left by Ashin - it seemed Ashin was still dealing with her own demons. A soft sigh escaped her as she adjusted herself in the seat.

"As for the Jedi, they have their hands full with their sudden desire for conquest. You know there are certain things that trigger Ashin's death and destruction - mostly when you make a pass at me, which you haven't in some time I see no reason for her to want to destroy you. Though on that note, never realized why you would make a pass at me - from what I heard you've had your fair share of women at your disposal along with men." Spencer laughed nervously as she brushed aside her blonde hair from her face using her index finger and middle finger carefully. "You're a good business woman, I just feel sometimes you get locked onto an idea and its hard to stray you from it. You tunnel vision, instead of constantly looking at the bigger picture."

@[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Onrai]

"Yes, you had Ashin. You had someone to be the companion by your side that helped you when you'd lose everything, including your faith. I have no one. No plant. No animal. Hell, my friend has more than likely suffered from a personality change due to how badly her mind got fried. She's locked herself away in a castle on Serpena, and I've yet to see or hear anything from her, though reports say she is well." She paused. "Considering all the torture and abuse I've suffered, all the rapes, mental and physical, that I've endured - "

She paused, suddenly making a correlation. "Spencer... I never did identify who mentally violated me when I was in OP custody. I assume someone came to you and took that datacron copy of the holocron you gave me, as it ended up in OP hands. Who came to you and took it from you?"

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer shook her head lightly and shrugged. It wasn’t that she didn’t care, it was mostly the fact that she was growing tired of Circe always living in the past. Bad things happened to people and you learn from the bad situations then you move on. Spencer has had moments without Ashin, she remembered the time the woman had disappeared throwing into hyperspace by Jorus. She was alone and she had to move forward doing her best to become her own person.

Settling in, she tilted her head and looked towards the floor for a moment.”I don’t recall a name ever being given. The person was a high ranking Protectorate member I know that. I handed the holocron over because at the time the Republic had a Treaty with the Protectorate. Don’t worry, there’s no way to tell which was the tampered version of the holocron.” Spencer didn’t like where the conversation was going, she was curious why Circe continued to busy herself with things of the past instead of making her future better.

“Why bring this up now?”

@[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Onrai]

"Were they red-haired?" She raised an eyebrow, curious as to whether or not she could identify the person. "Well, I'm bringing it up to solve a loose end of mine. Someone mentally raped me while I was comatose in OP custody. Whoever that was is likely the person who came to you. ID them, ID who violated my mind. That's my theory on the matter, anyways." She paused, pondering over the list of OP suspects.

Maybe it was Cira. Or Ayden. Couldn't be Sarge.

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

"I couldn't tell, they were wearing a hood of some sort. My memory is foggy on the matter and I do apologize Circe." Spencer showed her discomfort as she leaned back into the chair. She couldn't remember, but she also didn't want Circe attempting to pull the memory out either. Putting up a blockade and protection of her mind, the defense of the mentalist locked anyone and anything out. @[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Onrai]

The mental leakage from Spencer slowed to a trickle, something she found to be odd. "You really don't trust me enugh with that, do you? Why would I try to violate your mental privacy in order to see what you saw? I'm not whoever it was - though did they speak like a male, or a female?" She figured that the speech would've at least given her some sort of hint.

Well, we all know it was @[member="Cira"], but Circe finding that out so easily takes the fun out of things.

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

"I understand how determined you are to find out and what people don't realize when you look to uncover one memory you end up uncovering others. I wish not to visit some of my memories." Standing, Spencer dusted herself off, she was done with the interrogation, she had said her peace and shook her head. "I don't remember anything else and even if I did I wouldn't tell you much. I'm trying to protect you - you don't want to be buggering with the Protectorate again. You got out alive, moreso than what would of happened if you didn't have Rave with another body for you. Circe take this as me protecting you, stop hunting the Protectorate until you're ready and back on your feet."

Pausing Spencer looked the plant woman in the eye, "Trust me, in due time you'll have your revenge - now isn't it. Rebuild and return to your seat of power - get stronger @[member="Circe Savan"]."

 

[Onrai]

"Yeah... Then Rave attempted to flat out kill my ass. I would've still existed afterwards, either through my memories in a clone body or, if I had learned it by that point in time, transferring myself into one of the clones. And now I see that Rave didn't help me - she simply brought me back so she could steal my resources for herself, and rise in power and whatnot while I kept getting shoved into the damn gutter. Well let me tell you the truth... I hate Rave Merrill. I was a puppet whose strings were pulled by her this entire time. And unless you, Ashin, or someone else in the Fringe sends her to me personally to say that it's not true, that she was doing it out of "duty and obligation," I will never, for the rest of my life, trust, like, or even show any hint of care towards that woman. And she will be on my list of people to be dealt with brutally and mercilessly. That was the day that I realized I never had any actual friends in the Fringe - only people who worked with me and accepted my ideas because it benefited them. With some exceptions, of course."

She growled. "When someone's wronged me... All they need to do is say that they're sorry. That's it."

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer held her breath for a moment, letting Circe finish. The hate that she felt swirling around Circe bothered her and caused her to develop a headache. Spencer fought to not allow it to affect her despite her empathy, it had taken years to train herself to avoid the influence - but sometimes it was just too much. A hand rose and rested against her temple while her eyes closed. This wasn't how she envisioned this meeting going, she was hoping to see Circe doing well flourishing without the ties of a company and focusing on bettering herself in the Force. Spencer waited a moment and finally exhaled.

"Circe, please release yourself from the past. This hate will eventually be your undoing." It was all she had to say, all that she could say. There was nothing more she could provide the woman and a part of her was bothered by it. With that she pulled away from the chair and made her way towards the door. "I wish I could help you, but you must help yourself first and let go of your hate." @[member="Circe Savan"]