Les Confederate Misérables | CIS Dominion of Hex R-47

[Srina Talon]

Location: Beside the Chocolate Fountain
Wearing: This

[member="Petra Cavataio"] had her head in the chocolate fountain. Her head. Was in. The fountain.

Srina began to relax, slowly, when [member="Darth Tacitus"] and [member="Adron Malvern"] began to settle. The tightness in slender shoulders began to ebb away and she glanced curiously toward her Master. That was one fire put out, at least, temporarily. Another voice pierced the air, one she had not heard in a very, very long time. She found herself staring at [member="Cairyn Midore"]. He sang and silver eyes pierced his person and she was instantly reminded of the several instances she had men the Sith Knight before.

The former Gamemaster had been one of her first bits of exposure to the Confederacy, as well, as [member="Derek Dib"]. After all this time in silence she had not expected him to be here. “Fondest greetings to you..”, she found herself responding in kind to the dark-haired boy. Much like Adron she was confused about his presence, however, he didn’t seem to mean any immediate harm. There was something new about him, however, that she could not place. Something darker. “A few instructions—“

She was cut off when [member="Darth Metus"] beside her began to search for the footage and the echoes of a Force Scream rang through the Fortressa. Her heart began to feel tight. She glanced back at [member="Aryn Teth"], who was still tapping his feet in time with a beat she had not yet picked up. His words of goodness gracious were touched with a hint of confusion—but she couldn’t stay. He could follow, or try and sort the problem with the others, but Srina had to get to her sister.

After what she had gone through on Dragonflower she would know that banshee wail anywhere.

The white-haired woman turned on her heel and backed out of the room before breaking into a run. Few would have seen Srina move with such urgency outside of a battle, but in her eyes, this was much the same. Tellu had been fighting her inner-demons all this time and for the most part had been content to beat them back alone. If she was screaming like that again, the magic that seemed to have bewitched them all, must have gotten to her to. She could only imagine.

Eventually, she found the crumpled Echani in the halls of the Fortressa and her response was immediate. Hopefully, before [member="Nysana Talon"] could release another scream, she dropped down beside her and twined thin arms around her. Words had always failed Srina. They were inferior to warmth and physical contact in every way. Even if her sister fought her, hit her, she would still pull her close like she would have when they were very young.

Her little Tellu was broken.

So distracted was she with the plight of her family she didn’t realize that the spell had been broken. Instead, she only held her sister, and tried to understand. If felt impossible. Srina held a strong disconnect with her own emotions due to throwing herself so firmly into the Echani military forces. They had no time for love, for tears, or for the overly emotional highs and lows that their people could be prone to. It had been forced out of her.

She did not know how to help Nysana. So, she could only hold her.

 

[Ascendant Muse]

C O N C L U S I O N​

With the destruction of the bracelet, the curse of song and dance came to an abrupt end. The compulsion to spill one's guts to music passed in the blink of an eye - all was right upon the Fortressa. To make matters even better, the Quarantine of Melida/Daan had finally been lifted. Everyone who had been confined to the medical wing of the Super Star Destroyer was now free to return to their duties or home if they so chose.

In the meantime, the Fortressa continued to blaze a path forward, exerting new dominance over an unclaimed swath of space.

 

[Petra Cavataio]

Feeling control return and the need to fit the urge for song left, Petra turned her back to the men that were watching the screens and ended it. She saw Jorge there. There was little disappointed that she did not get to kill him to stop the influence. So she pats his head and left the room. What was now essential, the old witch needed to get the chocolate out of her hair and clothes. A sad thing was she did like to sing, but the dislike of singing uncontrollably was greater. Making it to her room that she viewed as a prison cell, the door was closed and locked.

((Petra is out *bows and goes to sleep*))

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

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Post #5​

Attn: [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Yasmyn Australis"] | [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]​

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• Operation Curtain Call
  Making a few things clear

Visibly relieved that the humiliating ordeal was over, the beast-like Sith Lord sighed, a clawed hand coming to rest on the comfortable hilt of his longsword as he turned to face Adron once more, slitted golden eyes burning with a fierce, seething hatred. "I would enjoy few things more than to rip you to shreds right now, but for some reason that I can not fathom, Lord Metus seems to have decided to offer you a place here, in the Confederacy," Tacitus spoke, his voice dripping with venom.

"You will face justice for your crimes, snake. And that justice will come in the form of a trial in a court of law and whichever punishment the jury decides for you and rest assured, this outcome is inevitable and inescapable," the Overlord said, once more his commitment to upholding the rule of law stronger than his desire to inflict violence upon a hated enemy. "For now, you may live and enjoy what freedom you have left, until the day the authorities break down your doors and drag you in front of a judge in chains."

"But," he said, pausing for effect. "Know that I will be keeping an eye on you. And should you ever betray the Confederacy, I will find the most bloated and disgusting Sarlacc in the entire galaxy and then I will feed you and your entire wretched house to it, piece... by... piece. Have I made myself clear?"

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[Adron Malvern]

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Location: The Fortressa
Post: 5
Objective: Settle a problem
Tags: [member="Darth Tacitus"]

Tacitus had halted Adron's advance to find the second nuisance he would be forced to deal with for the day. Perhaps that had been the thing to push him over the edge, or maybe it was the fact the man had decided to speak to him in any capacity, It didn't matter. Adron, with a tired expression, turned back to the man with his arms crossed over his chest. He could hear every bit of hatred the man had for him and like a cool spring he drank from it. Every insult, every threat, and every promise was met with the same agitated expression until finally, Adron spoke up.

"Do it." He declared.

"Do it, you coward." His hands parted from his chest as they hovered over each of the lightsaber's that hung from his waist. He wanted the man to draw his blade, give hi ma reason to finish what they had started so damn long ago.

"You." He began, narrowing his eyes at the man before him. "You're a mongrel. A hurt cur, following around my shadow like some tired ass pup." He bridged the distance between the two of them until their was but a few inches between them. "You are nothing. You started from nothing and you will never be anything more than what you are now. A dog hoping to pick at my scraps. Do you know why you can't kill me? Why every time you turn around I'm still there? Because I am better than you. I was born and bred to be better than you."

Adron finally glanced down at the ground for a moment, staring before he looked up at the man before him as if realization had set in. "I'm better than you." He chuckled, before turning away from the Sith Lord. "We may have to work together, but do not forget who towers above you." Adron said, as he made his way back down the hall.

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[Kainan Wolfe]

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Post #6​

Attn: [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Yasmyn Australis"] | [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]​

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• Operation Curtain Call
  Making a few things clear

The Sith Lord let out a dark laugh, staring down his old nemesis with a dismissive look of casual superiority in his eyes. "Oh, please, Malvern," he said, his tone cold and acid. "Do not speak of things which are beyond your limited intellect's capability to comprehend. I may have started from nothing while you enjoyed a spoiled childhood in some plush palace, but look at us now. Look at what I have built from that nothing, at the fleets and armies which even now grow in power, reaching heights which the old Dominion never even dreamed of, back when you ruled. What have you accomplished in your life?" Tacitus asked.

"What achievements of yours can compare to mine? You took over a nation and brought it to its knees, while I built it back up from nothing. You wasted away your family's estates while I built mine from nothing. Such foolish arrogance coming from one who is nothing more than a spoiled, superficial brat."

"You are a failed ruler who's biggest achievement, is failure. A disgraced noble with nothing but a name, a bunch of cobbled together, garbled sounds that hold no meaning... and no honor. Tell me, do you know why you hate me so much? Because I am the man that you could never be. That you will never be. You will never match even a fraction of what I have accomplished and what I seek to achieve, you can not even begin to comprehend," said Tacitus, his tone filled with smug, seething hatred.

"The only reason you are still here, the reason that I have not killed you is that you are a parasite. One who clings to the glory of others and refuses to die. Like all parasites, the fate that is reserved to you, is to be squashed under the boot of your betters, which is about as close to their greatness, as you can get."

"So, go on. Keep repeating those delusions that spew from your mouth like the sewage from a refuse canal. Perhaps if you repeat them long enough, you will one day come to believe them," the Overlord spoke his mind and with that, he turned his face from his foe, as there was nothing else left to be said.

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[Cairyn Midore]

Tags: [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Darth Tacitus"]

Green eyes - nearly yellow flickered between both Srina and Adron, straying once or twice to the others before shifting once more. Every so often, a shudder would run through his body, almost as if he were being shocked by something - the aftershocks of months that'd hardly been kind to the boy. As Srina's silver met his unblinking gaze, his head jerked, cocking to the side in a near-violent manner. The sliver of a twisted little grin began to form as the woman addressed him. Look at these people, amazing how sheep'll show for the slaughter. The song drifted to the forefront of his mind, just ready to be sung. And then, the Echani took her leave, taking a portion of his audience with her. That was hardly fair. He wanted the audience, he wanted all the players set up for his little game.

From his perch, the master of games looked to those who remained. Whatever spell that compelled the performance had warn off - a shame, really, for one already so enthused with performance. That didn't quench his thirst for mayhem. If anything, it left him wanting oh so much more. And he would have it, one way or another, preferably at the expense of the folk he knew. After all, this was their responsibility. They made him this way.

The Teevan needed no spell to compel him to sing, especially when he found himself wanting someone's attention. Under any other circumstances, whoever thought it was a good idea to give him access to the PA system was sorely misguided. And if one were being entirely fair, no one gave him access to it this day. No, that was something he took for himself.

When I appear it's not so clear if I'm a simple spirit or I'm flesh and blood. He'd somehow lost color in his complexion, something that would've seemed impossible way back when. Now his face was more grey than anything else, as if he truly were only a restless spirit. And restless he was, just sitting there, longing to enact his will in more direct methods. And what better way to deal with that than to take it out on the PA system, still broadcasting to the others? "What do we have here? Y'know I used to think this lot was so impressive. Now look at you. You obviously want to go at each other's throats, so just do it. Stop beating around the bush."

A hollow chuckle filled the space, rising and falling in levels before coming to a sudden halt, like a sarcastic response to a horrible joke. "Or better yet, come play."

 

[hbomb656]

Location: Fortressa​

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Objective: CONCLUSION​

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Post: Fifth​

The Curse was suddenly broken, and it took Jorge a bit of time to adjust to having control again. When the witch, looked away from the monitors towards him, Jorge assumed that now that all the fun and games were over. He thought she would now direct her anger for the curse to him for annoying her during the situation. But all she did was pat his head and leave him be.

Jorge was glad that he could go back to conducting his 'business' and he left the room in search of his past clients.

[The End]​

 

[Bha'lir Australis]

Post: 4
Location: Sober up and get the feth out of dodge [member="Rylan Kordel"]

“Nice to meet you, Rylan. I’m Yasmyn Austrais, Captain of the Tiger’s Tail and part of the-”

The blonde spacer stopped abruptly, realizing she was no longer singing. Sighing deeply as she lay in Agol’s arms, she blinked a couple of times, and then almost Keldabe Kissed her XO but stopped and tapped his shoulder instead.

“Put me down please.”

A little wobbly on her feet, Yasmyn was able to walk. “I have had some strong Tihaar but man, that was the strongest brew ever.”

“Things seem back to normal, Cap’n. Do you feel good enough to take a tour of the Fortessa?”

Giving Rylan a come-hither look the drunk captain said, “You know what? I think if I stayed another minute on this ship, I could get into lots of trouble. Haryc b'aalyc and all that. But I do extend a gracious invitation to Mandalore anytime you happen to be in the area.”

And with that she gave a flourishing bow, elbowed Agol again and the pair turned back the way they came towards her personal ship.

 

[Ria Misrani]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eaTA_PoayFc[/media]​

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Nysana felt Srina's presence and looked up with teary eyes as her sister knelt down and put her arms around her.

"Why them," she cried turning to let her tears soak into the fabric of her older sister's clothing. "I miss them so much." She added between heavy sobs, Nysana's hands clutched her sister's arms as she curled into Srina's embrace. Much like when they were just little girls, Tellu would run to Srina and cry, cry, cry until she could cry no more. How the galaxy's cruel hand met with her. Choking the joy from her life, all she could do now was to let her pain out. Through the tears and sobs, through the heaves her body let out she was a right mess but her heart had been broken. And someone dared to remind her of what she had lost, for now her heart and spirit were broken - the loss of her family made it so that she did not want to feel. She wanted to be numb from it all, but Srina would refuse to let that happen Nysana knew that much.

One day things would be better.

One day her world would be brighter.

Today was not that day.

It is said that time heals all wounds but this is simply not true, time cannot take away the pain of loss it can only soothe it with distance. But the heart will always remember what it had, what it lost and that perhaps is the worst of all. One's only consolation are the memories left behind by the ones we love, a simple message to not take for granted the days given with them. Time is ever fleeting and life even shorter still, a harsh lesson of loss dealt to one of the Talon family, as she laid in her sisters arms with nothing but her grief.

[member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Rylan Kordel]

Post: 4
Location: Loading Docks
Tag: [member='Yasmyn Australis']

"A pleasure to meet you, Captain." It was nice to finally have stopped singing, then he laughed a bit at her next words, "I can guarantee that was not the Tihaar, too many times dealing with spirits to blame booze."

Not missing the look on Yasmyn's face, he lofted a brow and escorted the pair back to their vessel, nodding a little at her words about getting into trouble, "Mandalore... Been a long time since I've been there, I may take you up on that offer." he spent the rest of the walk silently thinking about the logistics of heading back there would mean.

"Yes, I think I will swing through sometime. I'l finish wrapping up some things and I'll let you know when I'm in the area." he was curious, and needed to quench that curiosity with some exploration and knowledge.

 

[Bha'lir Australis]

Post: 5
Location: Sober up and get the feth out of dodge [member="Rylan Kordel"]

"Anytime, Kordel. When you touch down ask for Clan Australis, and you'll find us right away."

Yasmyn wasn't much for politics. Until she was told specifically that the Confederacy was an enemy of the Mandalorian Empire, she'd extend her goodwill to anyone who wished to visit. And yes, the man had piqued her interest, even in her drunk, rambling and singing state.

Agol pulled out a stim shot and jabbed it through Yasmyn's leather pants and right into her butt cheek. "Arg, you di'kut! You could have warned me before you did that." Her pupils constricted as the speed began to remove some of the tihaar effects. "Can't fly without ya seeing double now. You want one?" In his gloved hand, Agol held out a stim shot to Rylan.

As her heart raced due to the effect of the drug, the Tiger Tail's Captain gave Kordel a sharp wave and went to board her docked ship.

 

[Rylan Kordel]

Post: 5
Location: Loading Dock
Tag: [member='Yasmyn Australis']

Looking over the pair of Mandalorian warriors one more time, Rylan nodded a little, mostly to himself, then laughed a bit as Agol had used the stim on his captain, and upon the offer for one, he accepted it, but for emergency situations. "Never know when one of these will come to be useful.", pocketing the stim, he nodded at the pair once more.

"Safe journey friends, I'll see you around. I can assure you of that." he waved his farewells before moving back into the interior decks of the Fortressa to see how he could help in the aftermath of the musical chaos.