Faction Life in the Diarchy

[Diarch Rellik]

Location: The Crucible - High council Center and Training academy on Bastion
Tags: Laphisto Diarch Reign GhostKey Darth Nathrax Lyssara Thrynn Damos Vakaro Ryu Jung Lord Dvasius Tertius C. Nargath

Lifeblood​

Rellik has sent the call. Many of those who fought with them against the unprompted attack by the Empire of The Lost during - The Sartinaynian Crisis - have been contacted for a moment of respite. As almighty unknown forces pushed what seemed to be every major faction of the galaxy into war and universal excitement. The Diarchs had decided to take a moment and remember what they had all built together. That even with enemies around, what they fought for was the good times together at home.

Vendors and local merchants from Revelin were paid handsomely to come and cater the event. The Diarchs hoping to help supplement the economy and personal livelihood of those who suffered in the attack. The recourses needed to craft the dishes and beverages were only imported from planets within their space. Hopefully adding more internal revenue.

Citizens were also invited but since the attack the screening process had become slightly more rigorous with those who arrived having to prove they specifically lived within their space. Rellik tried to move and welcome them personally. No matter their rank as an official or just a member of their society. Hoping that the welcoming, honest and upfront nature of himself, Reign and any other high ranking members would remind the people that they were all in this together.

As a group of people entered the Crucible - Rellik recognized them as some patrons of the Cantina he had shared in drinks with and danced with from time to time. He would call out to them and try to set the tone for all who came.

"Ah Jado! Pippen! - My friends it is good to see you both in good health. Along with your friends here."
Looking at the other members of the party that came with them he introduced himself.
"I am Diarch Rellik, an honor to meet you all."

NPC Pippen: "You know I am built like a Bantha, thank you for doing this for us all. The planet could use a small retreat and recovery from the attack." The large man was sincere, a large smile across his face.

NPC Jado: "Come on now you two - lets all have a drink!"

Rellik moving to put his arms over the shoulder of Jado and bumping Pippen was now in celebration with them. Moving to the closest alcohol vendor and getting the three of them and the other people they arrived with all drinks.

"TO THE DIARCHY - TO ALL OF YOU!" The good time and libations had begun! Anyone who arrives post this point will find Rellik drinking, dancing and enjoying the night with everyone who would want to.

Drink to the Glory-field
where a man embraces death, and
thank the gods that we live at all
with our joyous dying breath!

 

[Tertius C. Nargath]

TAG: Laphisto | Darth Nathrax | Lord Dvasius | Diarch Reign | GhostKey | Lyssara Thrynn | Shan Pellian | Damos Vakaro | Ryu Jung

Though the past few weeks had not been good to him, Tertius did not mind coming to a celebration, especially when it entailed the celebration of the Diarchy's very survival. The Marquis knew they had it rough, after all...he had been looking at their finances and their problems with the Empire of the Lost only compounded the problems. The Diarchy needed a larger income stream, a broader revenue just to be able to make up for the expenses they had made and the financial burdens they had begun to assume.

Thinking about the fact that one of the Diarchs was quite the alchemist afficionado and the works of Lyssara Thrynn could actually pay off when they'd actually work for the N&Z on a more steady basis. They already had a shadow lab, but perhaps...perhaps they could do some work for him.

"Why though, why did he have such interest in strange science as of late?"

Nodding his head, the Eriaduan noble entered the grounds of the Crucible, wondering if perhaps just getting himself a drink and something to eat might at the very least liven up his own spirits a bit.

Reaching for a glass filled with amber colored liquor and a strange local snack made out of weirdly colored meat skewered and roasted with herbs he didn't know about, the Marquis found himself standing right in front of Diarch Rellik .

"To see you in such high spirits is a rather interesting sight, Lord Rellik," Tertius calmly exclaimed as he raised his glass towards the Diarch. "Just make sure you don't blow more budget on booze than you do on building projects...or I'd be the one with a headache tomorrow."

 

[GhostKey]

Tags: Diarch Rellik | Tertius C. Nargath | Open

Black ribbed jacket, cyan at the edges, with a few scrapwear implants on his wrist, neck, and subtly across his cheek. Ghost was fairly tech-lite today—which meant he had plenty on him, just not overloaded like usual. Black hair framed a young face, the op still fresh in his mind. Second real job for the crew. He was buzzing, actually.

Walking into Crucible, worlds apart from the smoky neon haze he usually lived in, but their work took them off the grid sometimes. A barely visible implant in his cheek fed him the data—his mark was ahead, a contact for their keyrunner.

"TO THE DIARCHY—TO ALL OF YOU!" came a call from nearby.

The barman ID'd him, and Ghost slid over one of Juju's perfect chaincodes. Denon still ran with them, the corps loved them. The bartender scanned it, and passed it back. No Undernet Elixir here, probably no Spiced Corellian Blackout either, better to play it safe. "Know how to make a Nova Scream?"

The barman gave him a look. Ghost met it with a wry smile.

"Sure, kid."

Glowing blue, fizzing like a bad reactor on its last legs, tipped with a synthetic bite—it bled the room's vibe just enough. Legal, not Denon-district legal, actually legal. Back turned to the bar to lean against, Ghost grinned firm and lifted the drink slightly toward the men.

"Ghostkey. First time face-to-face. Feels like stepping out of the static and into the holofeed." He took a sip, feeling the Nova burn. "Here's to a night. Thanks for the invite—be good to cool our decks for a while." Till the next op, it had been a whirlwind short time for the newbie slicer, but then Glade told him it'd be like this, one job to the next, never knowing where it'd take them. Exactly what the young man needed right now.

 

[Glade]

Tags: Diarch Rellik | Tertius C. Nargath | Open​

Fancy place. Aww no. Reminded Glade so much of Kaeshana that it actually hurt. Forcegods, she'd missed it all. Focus, Glade—gotta, y'know, not make a bad impression.

Her hair was fixed kinda nice, pulled into a bob at the back, two silver Atrisian hair-sticks holding it up, with a small fringe framing her cheeks. Not her usual look—she'd gone all silvery for the night. Woven silver dress, silver makeup, faint traces of glitter catching the light near her eyes, a soft haze brushed along her cheeks, and cool icy silver lipstick to tie into it all.

Her quiet hoverchair had been painted by Fyor-droid for the event—some kind of mercury-chrome silver, stylish but sleek enough to look almost noble. Always carrying plenty of tech, but for once, you could actually see the girl. Miracles never ceased. Glade… Natoline sparkled. Her eyes, too. still a little worn, but things had been getting better. Sure, they were still jumping onto moving mag-trains and cracking datavaults under the barrel of a gun, but y'know, progress.

Her hand wasn't shaking. Yet. Catching sight of Ghost, she shook her head in disapproval at his drink—not his mum, but seriously, who did he even have now? She bobbed her head toward Tertius C. Nargath and Diarch Rellik as her chair floated past, finding a spot with some space. A little wave to each.

"Hey," her smile curled with easy warmth. "So, ummm, I'm Glade. Nice t'meet you." Her voice was a little soft, unsure who was who—big eyes glancing between them. The peril of being a slicer behind a screen, often dealing with Keyrunners? You rarely met the people you really worked for. A moment later, a large purple cocktail was served to her, crowned with a miniature jungle on top, some things never changed.

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Tags: Tertius C. Nargath Diarch Rellik GhostKey Glade

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Reign had been relaxing, enjoying a brief moment with his wife, before setting off to the festivities. Leave it to Rellik to pull his "Grumpy Older Brother" out of the funk he had been living in for the last while.

His mind was bent towards the Empire's attack on Bastion, and he had been searching for the Sith at the helm of the fifth wing. So force knew he needed this. No grand gestures, no plotting or war, just a strong drink and good company.

As he descended from his quarters in the Crucible, he marveled at the change his brother had wrought. The elegance of their home and academy was plain to see, but his fellow Diarch had outdone himself with festive decorations, complete with a dancefloor and bar.

Entering, Reign nodded to some faces he knew from his many walks upon the streets of Ravelin, happy that the citizens of the Diarchy had made it. He could feel the stress leaving him as he walked, back straight and head held high over to the bar.

It seemed that Rellik had thought of everything. The Bartender was the same man from their favorite local cantina.

"Corellian whiskey, neat please my old friend"

As the older man poured his drink, he looked the Diarch dead in the eyes speaking with a familiarity the belied a sort of paternal affection

"You look tired son, try and have some fun.. Here it is, I made it a double for you."

He winked as he said this and sent the Diarch off.

Feeling a pull, he found himself, to no surprise of his own, heading towards his brother and the Marquis. His brother and a trusted friend exactly who he'd hoped to see. But there was a third there with them, a young woman in a hoverchair.

how interesting

he thought as he approached.

"Brother! Tertius! How are you both? It is so good to see you Tertius, I hope you've already told Rellik to watch his spending!"

There was a genuine twinkle in his eye as he joked, and with the same warmth he turned towards the woman.

"Well hello there, My name is Reign, who might you be?"

 

[Lord Dvasius]

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As he approached The Crucible Lord Dvasius took notice of the streets of Ravelin. It was beautiful again. Fires were out, blood was cleaned up, bodies were removed, including the ones he made. It looked like a city again, instead of a battlefield. You could hardly tell a war had just started here.

The Sith had already started his post party drinking. His faceless, white mask, usually on his face, was hanging from his hip instead. You can't really drink with your mouth covered. Sure he could lift it up every time he took a drink, but that was too tedious and it wasn't like he was partial to the thing. Sith agents under his employ always following him under cloaks of the Force, he didn't really have to worry about any who identified him going and talking about it because they'd be seen before they could get away. So the master of Sith assassins walked inside the building casually, like he lived there, well he sorta did now, and passed by to the bar as Diarch Rellik toasted to the whole place.

"TO THE DIARCHY - TO ALL OF YOU!"

He lifted his shot glass to that then took it down. When he reached the bar Dvasius ordered his drink, "Can I get a glass of Shesharilian vodka with green soda on top?... More than that. I'm a grown Tarimra Ntima. Like three times that much vodka, come on. Thank you."

Dvasius definitely was an adult, but his species had a higher metabolism and therefore he needed more alcohol to stay up and he was already drinking a lot before the species change. The Sith Lord walked away from the bar with a drinking straw in his mouth like a child, and walked toward the other guests and hosts of the party taking a big sip of definitely not a kid drink. He walked up to Diarch Rellik first as he liked him best or at least to mess with the man.

The assassin Lord moved his free hand up to take his Sith hood off and quietly snuck up on Rellik, tapping him on the shoulder again and hoping to get the same response as before, "Hello, Rellik." He smiled and tried to hide his giggle then continued talking, "Happy you got your apprentice back? She doing well? I'm happy for the intel we grabbed. Thanks for that. I think we'll be good friends and business partners. The Diarchy seems fun."

The Diarch might not recognize the black-haired man at first without his mask on, but he'd see that mask dangling from the Lord's hip and that he was wearing the same clothes Lord Dvasius wore on their last mission onboard The Quest to put it together. Strangely happy in his drunkenness, he smiled at the man. It was friendly and warm, but unnervingly out of character for the Sith spymaster to wear a smile instead of a mask on his face. He sipped more of his soda-vodka and kept smiling.

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[Glade]

Tag: Diarch Reign | Diarch Rellik | Lord Dvasius | Tertius C. Nargath

Soft light traced edges of her silver, catching between delicate and half-real, out of her place but not. She breathed in slowly trying to hold onto a memory, letting it settle before slipping away.

Dipping her small nose somewhere beneath her jungle top umbrella, Glade looked up , "Hey," she hesitated a breath, "I'm Glade," she blinked, and put her large drink down. So long without her name, her alias fit better.

Diarch Reign introduced himself, her lips curled, a little quiet nervousness in her expression. "Oh this place." She wistfully hmm'd to herself, rolling her hair around a finger lightly and letting it pass, "did you do all this?" A hazy admiration in her tone. Longing too, like she missed... too much of her family. Almost dreamy being back all y'know, around nobles. She sighed, feeling a kind of ways she couldn't describe. Memories she didn't dare touch without lots of stimcaf and double chocolate helping.

Feeling her drink was way too awkward, like always, she hovered a hand near it, then hesitated. She glanced up, searching his face, like she could read the question before he even asked. Oh. He's probably wondering why I'm here!

A small, knowing smile re-curved her lips, easy and light, "We kinda work for Lyssara" Lyssara Thrynn . A little tilt of her head, playful the way her fringe hung, almost like she was letting him in on a secret. "Y'know… bit of this, bit of that." Her voice dipped off. Just enough to leave edges open, let him wonder a little. Gotta have some secrets! Never know when corpos were about.

 

[Kebii'kara Solus]

CURRENT MISSION - Life and Living
Immediate Goals -
1: Rendzevous with Laphisto
2: Ensure that Diarch Reign & Diarch Rellik think positively of her.

FRIEND(s) - Laphisto

FOE(s) - Hopefully none

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Glade || Lord Dvasius || Tertius C. Nargath || Diarch Reign || Diarch Rellik || Laphisto || OPEN

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For all the hopes she had when putting on her shockingly cerulean dress, she still felt just as uneasy as she did the first time for such a formal occasion. The Lasat did far worse than simply stand out, she stood awkwardly. A known affiliate of the Grand Master Laphisto of the Lilaste Order, one of the newest neutral-aligned Force related organizations that pledged fealty to the Diarchy, she had went ahead - placing her Vanquo's Drakeling in the hands of her trusty droid compatriots back at the Sojourner. This was one of the many venues that the eponymous Diarchs had thrown, and the most recent one in survival of the Crisis.

If she were pressed by a reporter, who was oddly prescient of her past professional ties to the Empire of the Lost, she stated that she acted against a common enemy - the Dark Empire. She had quarrel with neither Her Majesty of Lianna nor the current Diarchs, nor any who would fight for the rights of sapient beings to be independent. If she were to be bluntly honest, it was a chitshow.

A chitshow where a man whom she admired, the Grand Master of the Lilaste Order, had acted against both the Dark Empire and the Empire of the Lost. She was hoping to speak to him, ask him, truly understand where this order was headed... and dreaded any answer.

For now, there was a Lasat woman, scarred but maintaining a ladylike poise, and doing her damndest not to look like she was waiting for someone to give them a piece of her mind.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Tags: Diarch Reign Tertius C. Nargath Laphisto GhostKey Glade Lord Dvasius Kebii'kara Solus

As the drinks went down, the lights grew brighter. A warming shine on a peoples who had survived a terrible point in their history. As Rellik and the citizens of the Diarchy continued into the night a disheveled man approached him, head down and soft. No drink in his hand or smile on his face. - Coming within mere feet of the Diarch in almost a whisper he asked "My Lord, when will they pay? When will I know my Kesi has been avenged?"

With a tone shift bringing that brought him back to reality Rellik looked down at the man. Now that his attention was fully on him it was clear to see he was slightly shaking and crying. So the Diarch reached out to his arm, grabbed him and brought him under his shoulder in a half hug. "I do not know my friend, yet before either of us takes our last breath - those that are responsible will suffer a fate worse beyond imaginable." Rellik softly rubbed the back of the citizen as he wept. He did not look older than the Diarch himself and seeping into his thoughts he could feel guilt for being at work while his daughter and their babysitter were crushed by rubble. "Join us in your revenge and have renewed purpose. I will meet you at the Legion academy tomorrow. Go home and get cleaned up. Don't let them see you this way. - Look around, they have not destroyed our spirit or our fight. We will fight on in all our fallen name, together." The man wiped tears from his eyes and with his back straight began to leave the venue. Rellik reaching into his thoughts to ensure he knew his name and that they would work together one day.

Noticing that some of the people he knew from the cantina were easedropping and had sorrowful looks on their faces the Diarch turned around to face them and raised a glass into the air.

"ANOTHER ROUND FOR THE MEN AND WOMAN OF BASTION!"

As he finished he downed his glass and slammed it unto the bar and letting out a loud howl to reignite the wolves den.

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On que one of the oldest and most trusted advisors of the Diarchy had appeared before him. Tertius C. Nargath - noting Relliks enthusiasm for the event and reminding him of their now exceeding financial concerns.

"My high spirits only raise at your arrival!" Raising his glass in return and a warm smile upon his face it was clear to see Rellik was happy to have the first heavy hitter guest arrive.
"Solid advice as well, we do have many guests here. One to many rounds on the house might cost more than an entire Tyrant ship." The Diarch would scratch the back of his head while giving a childish laugh at his remark. Halfway joking, halfway serious. "Thank you for the reminder, ensure you enjoy your evening as well. It is good to see you amongst us tonight."

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As he looked over Tertius's shoulder he noticed a cool, augmented young man. The two locked eyes and the newcomer lifted his drink in the Diarchs direction.

Giving the Eriaduan Noble a rather un-regal - yet friendly pat on the shoulder Rellik moved past him and headed to the bar.

@GhostKey
"Ghostkey. First time face-to-face.
"Here's to a night. Thanks for the invite—be good to cool our decks for a while."

"Pleasure is mine" Rellik giving an over the top bow with a flourish of his outstretched wrist. "Diarch Rellik at your service." Taking personal care to be whitty and sly in response to Ghostkeys appearance. The younger Diarch had a knack for working with underground types. From Smugglers, Net Runners - to Mercenaries and Killers.

His remark and subsequent bow were all to play off how pompus the Diarch must look in his robes and big temple. Looking down at the unique drink he had in his hands and up to the bartender. He flicked his hand, tilted his head and with a smile asked for one himself.

"I would like whatever he is having, I don't think I have seen a drink like that before?" Everyone who was here was vetted, unlike the declaration ceremony. So Rellik had no concerns about where this man came from, he knew he was on their side tonight.

"Here's to a night, thanks for coming." As Rellik extended our his arm to cheer and drink with this new member of their extended family.

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With the Trio of Tertius, Ghostkey and Rellik now settled in to the events they all stood together conversing.

A rather beautiful woman in a silver aesthetic came towards them. Although she had similar tech augments to the man he had just met, what caught his eye was her fixed hair that was being held back by two silver Artisian sticks.

Giving a small wave to the group she introduced herself with a welcoming smile and a softness to her voice.

@Glade
"So, ummm, I'm Glade. Nice t'meet you."

With a returning smile of a politician Rellik spoke up.
"I am Rellik, your host for the evening. A pleasure to meet you dear."
This time he was not as informal as he was with Ghostkey. The woman before him appeared to have taken a lot of time preparing her appearance and he wanted to treat her with the reverence it deserved.

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As he went to give a queens handshake to his new guest he felt it. The soft pull in the back of his head that had been there since he was born. - His brother Diarch Reign was about to arrive.

As he pulled up and magically made the same remarks as Tertius, Rellik knew it was his time for to strike back. Looking down at his brothers drink the idea sparked.

"Only one drink in your hand? No, no no... Don't let Tertius see but we must up these numbers. These are rookie numbers. BARKEEP, two more Corellian Whiskeys for Tertius C. Nargath , Reign and I here!"

Looking over at Tertius and Reign he gave a hardy laugh. As the wait staff arrived he gave each guest a hand full of glass.

"Budget these down your gullets boys. Time for the big dogs to enjoy a little brotherly love from the young hound."

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As the security of his brother and the festive nature took place within the Crucible. Rellik was truly at ease. Laughing, Drinking and occasionally busting a move with the commoners.

As he reveled in it all and took a deep breath in with his eyes closed, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Hello, Rellik."

The Diarch was a commander of the force. He was more in tune with the Whill and its flow than most he had come across. In the commons area, now turned ballroom of the Crucible he could feel almost every presence. Yet as he was taking it all in for but a moment, someone had snuck up on him.

With a jolt that felt like being shocked by lightning and a reactionary movement to begin a Bakuuni Hand attack, he flipped around in shock!

When the man continued talking he realized he recognized the voice but not the face.

"Happy you got your apprentice back? She doing well? I'm happy for the intel we grabbed. Thanks for that. I think we'll be good friends and business partners. The Diarchy seems fun."

Returning his stance to as relaxed as it could be now that he had been jump scared he greeted his friend Lord Dvasius

"Hello Lord Dvasius... You know if you keep doing this I will find a way to have my intelligence agency put a damned electronic cat bell in that mask of yours. So it jingles every time you come near me. If I don't you might destroy the galaxy by giving me a heart attack."

"I am, thank you very much. She means quite a bit to me and appears to be returning to good health. If anything, her determination has only grown. In typical Sith fashion, she was not fond of being a pawn and yearns to ensure chains are never placed on her again."

"I think there are many fruitful opportunities ahead, in friendship, business, and power. Furthermore, I am glad you are enjoying the freedom we bring about together. One day we will all be free from the Sith and Jedi alike. Until then, enjoy the drinks and company. There wont be many nights like this in the future."

The Diarch laughed and went to embrace his friend in a firm handshake. He appreciated the man and the effort he put in to freeing his apprentice.

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Rellik watched the cute and shy Glade introduce herself to her brother. Admiring the Crucible and all that the Diarchy had to offer. Her soft demeanor only made more transparent to Rellik against the stark contrast of his brothers dominating charisma.

As the two spoke it was not until the mention of Lyssara Thrynn and the fact that she supposedly worked for her did it all click together. He recalled the information his apprentice had given to him and who the two teched out newcomers were. A fascinating bit of information he would need to dive into at a later time. For now as the two spoke he wondered where she was and how she was doing.

Feeling into the force to see if his apprentice was near he did not sense her, yet he felt someone else that was new. Someone who did not give off the same aura as his citizens.

As he opened his eyes he locked unto this new guest. - Kebii'kara Solus - A Lasat woman with long hair tied into a braids. Although she had the scars of a warrior, she stood with grace and beauty. A testament to who she must be and that thought alone intrigued Rellik enough.

Upon making his way to where she stood it appeared she noticed his approach. Giving a smile and a soft wave from several meters away he tried to be open to all within his home.

Now close enough to formally introduce himself he gave a bow.

"Hello there, I am Diarch Rellik. I do not believe we have met before. Can I offer you a drink?"

Ever the political statesmen he was split on his approach. Deciphering his guest off of aura and appearance alone, he chose to be cordial and respectful.

 

[Lord Dvasius]

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With a jolt that felt like being shocked by lightning and a reactionary movement to begin a Bakuuni Hand attack, he flipped around in shock!

Dvasius left his finger in the air where it had tapped him and watched as the Diarch flipped in the air and into a fighting stance. The look in his eyes was dead, almost bored or maybe disappointed, likely both as his hand dropped to his side, all without flinching. The other hand brought his drink to his lips and he took a large sip of it.

"Wow! I really got you that time. You literally almost jumped out of your robes. Wow. Pulled out the Jedi Kung Fu and everything. Haha!"

"Hello Lord Dvasius... You know if you keep doing this I will find a way to have my intelligence agency put a damned electronic cat bell in that mask of yours. So it jingles every time you come near me. If I don't you might destroy the galaxy by giving me a heart attack."

"I'd like us both to see if they really could." The Sith said sounding too proud, "And I'd like to see if you can beat me with that Bakuuni Hand experience in a sparring match at some point. Not now, of course. I'm busy getting my drink on right now, as you can see. Haha!"

He also thought about how he'd destroy The Galaxy anyway if he could. So was his "Grand Plan", his Sith vision. In truth he didn't care at all about the wellbeing of his apprentice, the question was just a false courtesy. They'd pretend to be friends, but a Sith has none, only temporary allies or tools. The man was both to him.

"Curious that you have two Sith apprentices, or whatever the other one calls himself, but you yourself are not one of us. Right?" the Sith Lord said, purposely prodding further right after he'd taken another drink.

His way of feigning further interest.

"Hopefully she doesn't come to see you as one of those chains. It's not uncommon, as you probably know, for Sith to kill their masters to ascend rank."

"Friendship, business and power." The assassin raised his glass to that. To power anyway... maybe business too. "Freedom" He scoffed and rolled his eyes internally, while on the outside he made himself seem excited at the prospect. "You will never be free!" the voice of his late sister echoed in his mind again, causing him to flinch and close his eyes externally. Some of his drink nearly spilled. She meant of the guilt. His real sister would never say these things, or the ghost of her, but it wasn't really her speaking to him, it was the survivor's guilt using her voice to hurt him. For him to hurt himself.

The Sith hoped no one noticed his reaction or the blank thousand yard stare he was doing during the little attack of a dark memory.

"Yes, drinks and company. Drinks and company." he said trying to seem normal and to get himself to focus on the right, current moment again. He was staring into the void again then stopped himself when he noticed it and shook the Diarch's hand that he noticed was out for him.

"If I can help it there will be plenty of night like this in the future..." as Rellik walked away he added to himself, "There has to be."

"Hey, wait. You know I am a Sith, right? Sûdas the other Sith and death to the Jedi," painful deaths for what they've done, "But leave me out of your purging, please." he said joking. "I would enjoy taking part in that purge though." the Sith smiled, saying all this as the Diarch went away to greet other guests.

Dvasius noticed near them was another man, looking to be of high authority, near them ( Diarch Reign ). He looked a lot like Diarch Rellik too. Nudging the man, he asked, "And who are you? Rellik's brother, maybe? His dad? You look a lot alike... Sorry, I was just kidding about the 'dad' part. Heheh." The Sith awkwardly took a big sip of his vodka, drinking up the rest of the glass to hopefully become even more sociable.

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[Laphisto]

The low hum of the shuttle's engines faded as it touched down at the Crucible's landing platform. The boarding ramp lowered with a measured hiss, revealing Laphisto standing at the threshold, silhouetted against the station's dim light. The fresh weight of the ceremony on Aurora Station clung to him like a second skin, the echoes of names spoken in mourning still pressing at the edges of his thoughts.

His long strides carried him into the heart of the gathering, the sound of music, laughter, and clinking glasses contrasting sharply with the quiet, solemn remembrance he had just left behind. The transition felt almost jarring—one moment surrounded by silence and sorrow, the next walking into the warmth of camaraderie and celebration. It wasn't unwelcome, but it was... different.


He adjusted the armor weave of his gauntlets, his taloned fingers brushing over the polished insignia of the Lilaste Order. His usual presence was subdued, lacking the firm, authoritative air he carried in battle. Instead, there was something quieter, more reflective. His eyes swept over the gathering, catching glimpses of familiar faces—soldiers, officials, citizens, all here to find solace in each other's company.

Laphisto did not immediately seek out anyone in particular. He had come not for conversation but simply to exist within this moment—to see that despite everything, despite the losses, despite the war still raging beyond these walls, life went on. It had to.

He found a quiet corner, out of the main flow of revelry but close enough to observe. A server passed by, offering him a drink, and he accepted it with a small nod, though he did not immediately take a sip. Instead, he stood, watching, listening—letting the murmurs of conversation and laughter settle around him like distant waves.

Perhaps, for now, that was enough.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

I greet the people already present as I step into the room to enjoy the party. It had been a long time since a faction event was last organized. The last time I saw them all gathered was for the inauguration of Bastion.

Since then, so much has happened… The war on Malachior, my captivity with them a grueling period that I struggled to recover from. I lost weight, and even now, I still feel the aftereffects of that ordeal.

All of it exhausted me. I need to think about something else, to take a breath. This party is exactly what I need. For the occasion, I chose a simple outfit, black and gold, in the colors of the Diarchy my scientist attire.

While everyone has already toasted, I head to the bar, pour myself a beer, and go to join my master. I don't really know how to start the conversation. After all, it was my defeat that caused all this chaos. I know he can see it. He can read in my expression everything weighing on my shoulders.

I finally murmur to the master Diarch Rellik :

"Sorry, I guess… All this mess is because of me. I have lost a fight."

It's the least I can do to apologize. I lost that fight, and it clearly shows that I still have a lot to learn. More than ever, I am determined to correct my mistakes, to become stronger, to make up for lost time.

I also need to thank Nyva. She treated me, she supported me the whole time. She did a great job. In fact, I'm grateful to the entire faction. They all came for me, and I'm really not used to people going out of their way like that for me. I caused a mess for literally three factions. The Empire of the Lost and the Dark Empire who wanted to join in the fun. I never imagined causing such a disaster. The famous snowball effect.

But one thing is certain it feels good to be home.

I quietly lower my eyes, guilt weighing on me.

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: The Crucible | Bastion
Tags: Glade Diarch Rellik Lord Dvasius

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The Diarch smiled kindly at the woman, her minor discomfort at being here evident but it was endearing. His tone was kind when he answered her question.

"This place, the Crucible, was not created by me alone. It is a testament to the strength of our people. And the future we wish to carve for the galaxy. A place of beauty and order."

There was a twinkle in his eye that had not been present before, one that spoke of immense pride and dedication.

As the second whiskey arrived, per his brother's command, Reign took the drink in his free hand, turning to Glade he spoke with a laugh on his lips

"Pardon me a moment"

as he downed the second whiskey in one gulp, he clapped his brother on the shoulder and said

"Come now little brother, if you want to drink with the big dogs, you'll have to move away from your fiery mustafarians and on to something that'll put some hair on your head"

He turned away still laughing to focus on Glade again, as she explained her presence. Work for his brother's apprentice Lyssara Thrynn had brought her within the sphere of the Diarchy.

Kneeling, the Diarch took her hand and said

"Working for Lyssara makes you family, I am glad you are here, among friends. Please don't hesitate to reach out should you need anything."

It was after he had stood that Reign felt a nudge at his side, spying a man there. In response he laughed out loud and said

"Do I look that old? Someone has been lying to me! My name is Reign, I am Rellik's brother, and co-head of this little movement"

His posture was welcoming and open, if this man knew his brother than Reign would not treat him as a stranger. However, it was then that he felt a tug in the force, one he would know in an instant. She was joining him tonight, they had discussed it but it was still unclear what her decision had been.

His eyes leaving the man for half an instant, he saw her, His wife.

 

[Lady Nocturne]

As Nocturne walked down the stairs, she took a moment to appreciate what Diarch Rellik had done with the space, her brother in-law had transformed the Crucible into a lively gathering hall. Complete with bars and music. She would have to make a point to congratulate him at some point in the night.

She herself had been unsure if she was going to join the festivities this evening, she had formed a large group counseling effort for the women of Bastion that had lost their children, and the emotional cost had been high during the sessions. Yet, at Diarch Reign 's urging, she had made her way down. Wearing a black and gold evening dress to match the colors of her husband's garb, she had hoped to surprise him.

Yet she was not surprised to see his eyes locked on her form as she descended. So entwined were the two that even across vast distances she could feel his emotions. She knew all too well the sharp despair and sadness that hid behind his jovial facade he had put on for the party.

Deciding to play on the "fearless Leader's" emotions a little more, she did not immediately join his said, going instead to speak to his brother's apprentice, one she viewed as almost a niece, even though they had not had many direct interactions, she knew how much the young woman meant to Rellik. And the pain and guilt she must be feeling for what happened upon Bastion's surface.

Getting to the area just as the apology escaped the young woman's lips, Nocturne spoke before Rellik had the chance

"Do not blame yourself my dear, even the great Reign and Rellik have lost their fare share of battles. What happened here is not your fault, what matters is you are home and our family is whole again. The Diarch's would have torn the galaxy apart to get you back, rest easy being home."

She nodded to Rellik before throwing a smile over in the direction of her husband. She knew he'd be itching to be by her side, but for now, the big man would have to wait.

 

[GhostKey]

Whoa, nobody drank what he drank—well, maybe Sickle. Diarch Rellik had guts. Ghost chuckled and raised the drink, catching the point he was laying down. Clothes and gestures didn't make the man. He got it quick and unclipped one of the larger wrist devices, laying it aside—a gesture of his own. Tough habits to shake. Different worlds, both just playing our hands

"Called a Nova Scream, a 12 special." District 12 on Denon, only really notable for hosting the former Black Tie Tower and now the Zero Lux Club, a sort of whose who of slicers in its backrooms, if you got in, he never had yet!

"Appreciate the invite, thanks. Need the downtime." Ghost grinned as the man departed; his eyes turned to look at Laphisto in the corner; he didn't know why he looked; he just did, shaking it off. Probably nothing but static in his mind. Maybe the drink.

Over the undernet, Ghost tried to whistle to Glade that Lyssara Thrynn was back, I mean, they'd tried to get to her, for whatever that was worth. Turning back to the bar, he was going to get properly started.

"Line up some…. " What was equally legal, but borderline enough that he could brag about having a good night with Trix or Crash the next time the street-runners met. Because of course, bragging rights were extremely important! "Cipher Crowns." Noble and Denon combined, something the streets said Mother-Steel of the Khagnati enjoyed. The whiskey of Risk takers and Rulers mixed. Or to him, four shots of history in the making, lined up next to his half-finished Nova Scream.

He cracked his hands, and took a step back. As if mentally preparing.

 

[Glade]

For a moment, she didn't know where her little head should be looking as everyone arrived, the world flickering between faces, voices, moments of warmth. The noble looking Tertius C. Nargath and that staring Lord Dvasius ! Wait was he looking at her! Nope, phew. Then the Diarch made her smile beam with his comment.

"Aww thanks, I mean... thank you. Kinda nice being here, more than you know."

Soft words, a stumble, but opening to finding their place. Diarch Rellik gave her a light handshake, and for reasons she couldn't quite untangle, it hit her somewhere deeply. A memory from her past almost caught in her throat.

Then another gentleman held her hand, Diarch Reign and by now her face was glittering more than her eye makeup—just their welcome, mention of family, soooo unexpected. All she managed by the end of it was a quiet, barely whispered, "thank you." She turned slightly, dabbing at her eye like there was something in it, but then GhostKey whistled over their undernet connection.

She wanted to say not now, but then she heard her name.

Lyssara Thrynn came up, all sad. Glade buzzed on over, and if she could've, she would've hugged her right then and there. Not that they were close, but that was her way. Hug first, worry if it was right later. As soon as Lady Nocturne had finished, she rummaged through her chair and pulled out...

A small pendant shaped like a phoenix, infused with a crystal that warmed to the touch. She extended it outward with her exo-glove, offering it to Lyssara, their Keyrunner and maybe one day someone she might call a friend.

It was kinda Firemane-inspired—her mum, or maybe the sister she'd never met—but rising phoenixes could be for anyone. Lyssara seemed like someone who fought hard to be her own person, but still struggled with it. Glade had seen the hard work she so valued in her labs, the feeds of her capture, now the way she blamed herself for it. Just a surface read, but she knew that space. She'd lived there. Her, Ghost, the whole crew. Permanent feet in the awkward space between worlds, where you either found yourself or felt lost forever.

"For when it's, y'know... dark inside."

Glade smiled, still a little hazy-eyed, then left her to their moment. Just wanted to show someone else cared. She pulled up beside GhostKey, speaking over their undernet link about his line of drinks.

~Not too much~

Wow. Nato parenting!. But y'know, Kei wasn't here. She didn't know where he was. Rumors were… let's say 'not good'. His mother was dead or gone. She was it. She tried to remember the times Sio had done the same for her, drawing a line, setting a boundary, even when she'd wanted to run from every single one. Teenagers.

Her chair drifted back to where she'd been, silent, the hover barely heard snuggly finding the floor. She found a small table, set her oversized drink down, and for once, the thought of a stim never even crossed her mind.

But her mum did. Again. She guessed she always would.

 

[Kebii'kara Solus]

CURRENT MISSION - Life and Living
Immediate Goals -
1: Rendzevous with Laphisto
2: Ensure that Diarch Reign & Diarch Rellik think positively of her.

FRIEND(s) - Laphisto

FOE(s) - Hopefully none

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Glade || Lord Dvasius || Tertius C. Nargath || Diarch Reign || Diarch Rellik || Laphisto || OPEN

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Speaking of chitshows, the bloody Diarch himself decided to try and parley with her. Of course, a lesser Lasat would have stammered, would have shrunk, or overcompensated with innate strength. But she was trained in the ways of the Sunstar Order, a Madame-Chevalier of that apparently defunct group. So instead, she regarded the Diarch with a practiced half-curtsy - enough to defer respect to him in his own house, but not nearly as formal of a kowtow reserved for nobles of high rank... or people she considered as nobles.

Chevalier she may be, seeking a master to swear her metaphorical sword to, emerald irises regarded the human with senses visible and invisible.

"We have not met formally, Lord-Diarch Reilik." even now the careful game of courtesy was afoot. "I am Kebii'kara of House Solus; of the Orders Sunsta-"

Mercifully, her introduction was interrupted, and her mood soured ever so slightly by the mischief of a Dar'Jetti ( Lord Dvasius ) in the form of a Force-coated strike. Handsome as a shadow, arrogant as any Dar'Jetti, Kebii'kara was loathe to fly alongside with them - and while both of her former employers and mentors had preached balance and understanding of the Force in totality, none relished in the ways of the Dark Side so overtly.

Yet even mischief may beget some mercies, as the Diarch resumed conversations with his forming enterouge - or rather, a gradual coalescence of the Diarch's respective hangers-ons for the evening. All appeared to be human, some were interesting - a handful were at least passively aware of the Force. Those that were tempered it in ways less obnoxious than the would be assailant of Diarch Reilik - and all no doubt were loyal to the men for one reason or another.

Even if it was something as petty as imbibing in the drinking contest that was being lined up by the young, black haired gentleman ( GhostKey ).

As the Lasat gravitated towards the bemused, the sane, or the designated sober rides of the oncoming festivities - she sensed someone who she was loyal to - Laphisto . With a beat and a half look, the Grand Master would note that his presence was acknowledged, appreciated, and requested. If he had earned rapport with the now absent drakeling Beviin, Laphisto may recall the blatant disclosure that she enacted upon her Lasat handler during their times together.

Kebii needs a res-cue~

Whether or not he would join the party, or remain in his corner, would be up to him - as would anyone else to remark on the imposing Lasat and her... noticeably fruity mocktail that she continued to nurse.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Tags: Lyssara Thrynn Diarch Reign

For all of his subtle focus on wondering where his apprentice was, she still seemed to catch him off guard when she approached. Kebii'kara gave a equal curtsy to his introduction and Dvasius himself tried to continue their conversation from before but the Diarch was frozen.

As more of the crowd gathered to talk to Lyssara, Rellik was yet to move. It was as if in a way fear had gripped him and he was frozen in time. Heart pounding, he dared not turn around yet. He had to compose himself first.

Everyone consoled her and were happy for her return but he knew she still blamed herself. As in times before it was in his mind to make her happy. Something he seemed to care about as if Lyss was like his family, by the whills she was just as valuable to him.

When he turned around and laid his eyes on her he could see the guilt on her face. Her head titled down and eyes halfway shut, glued to looking at the floor. Her body was still recovering from the torture and malnutrition from being a prisoner of war. To see it first hand since her return and to blame herself it had lit a fire within him.

As he watched from outside the circle of friends stunned; he used slight battle meditation to give part of his power to her, uplifting her physically. He parted his way through the crowd of people that came around her and put himself in front of her. As if on que the music playing changed to match an old fashion ball room dance from Alderaan.

Changing his clothes with illusionary magics that gave off a sparkling effect as they morphed; he no longer would be in his tunic and robes. Instead he matched her outfit, even giving her simple dress a slightly more ballroom feel to uplift her spirit.

"Excuse me everyone, I have asked for the first dance."

The words were more symbolic than anything since most had already shared their peace and he just wanted to sweep her away for a moment.

As Rellik placed one hand within Lyssaras and another on her waist he easily moved her away from the other guests to the center of the room. With the music in full swing he began to dance with her slowly. Unsure how much she knew on the subject, he led her and allowed some time to figure out the tempo.

As he felt her head rest against him and the sway in their step, Rellik pondered what he truly felt for Lyss. She was already an adult when they met in the Crucible for the first time. Only taking her under his wing since she was one of their first recruits and he wanted to ensure she followed the tenants of the Diarchy. Kallous, his other apprentice was also a fully trained Sith, Rellik only teaching him so that he knew to spare the innocent when necessary.

Something about her though from that first day in the Dojo with Reign and Kallous stood apart to him. She was smart, quick, determined and caring.

Bringing her head out from his chest with a dance twirl and holding her apart for a moment he looked her in the eyes.

"To tell the truth, I dont enjoy these festivities. I find them noisy and distracting. Still they soothe the spirit of all who fight on the battlefield and allow them to forget the horrors of war for an evening. Yet for me, as pompous and flamboyant as I pretend to be. I do not find comfort until I am with you."

Within their clasped hands laid a Phoenix pendant given by Glade. A nice gesture for a friend, now intertwined between Lyss and Rellik.

Before any words were given in return the music kicked back in and the two were dancing again. This time not professionally but simply holding hands and twirling each other around. As the crescendo came and the music stopped, Rellik pulled her in and kissed Lyssara passionately in front of all in attendance.

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto felt the ping against his mind well before he heard the request for a rescue from Kebii'kara Solus causing him to push up from his seat, adjusting his armored gauntlet laphisto pushing himself through the crowd weaving and waving through people as they spoke. The towering seven foot tall giant of a humanoid easily standing out. Even more so with the fact he was still dressed in his armor and not anything fancy like the rest of the guests.

Upon reaching the lasaat he noticed one of several things, as his eyes lit up that teal blue he peered into Lord Dvasius , Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik Tertius C. Nargath Glade and GhostKey perring into them through the force and pulling at Thier alignments which made them glow in its color in his vision. Though he wasn't exactly here to talk he gave a soft nod to the others before approaching the lasaat his eyes landing on her as he took in her force signature and extended a hand out her way dipping into a small half bow " excuse me gentleman, " he directed the first half to the men in the gathering then nodded towards glade and Lyssara Thrynn and then even nodding to Lady Nocturne " ladies" turning his attention back to kebii he shot her a friendly smile ", may I have this dance?"

In his head it was a better idea to help rescue his dear friend but now that it was in action? It felt awkward almost unnatural. And he felt himself in a position where he felt half way embarrassed at himself. Though while he carried the strength of confidence on the outside he was indeed still dealing from the loss of the battle. As the force fades from his eyes he winced visibly and it was at this moment he saw what she was wearing for the first time and it quite frankly caught him off guard some what giving his face a look of awe

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

The soft melody resonates in the ballroom, wrapping the festivities in a warm and elegant aura. Chandeliers sparkle overhead, casting a dim glow that makes the jewelry and gowns shimmer. Guests converse animatedly, the clinking of crystal blending with bursts of laughter as wine flows freely and the music soothes souls weary from war.

I stand there, still a little dazed, observing this almost surreal scene after everything I've been through. Yet, an unexpected warmth washes over me as my fingers brush against the pendant resting in my palm. A magnificent phoenix, finely sculpted a symbol of rebirth. I lift my gaze to Glade and offer a sincere smile.

"Thank you, Glade. This gift… it's beautiful. A phoenix, isn't it? A powerful symbol… I accept it with honor."

With delicate fingers, I fasten the pendant around my neck, letting it rest against my skin. Its weight is light, yet its meaning is immense. It represents far more than a simple piece of jewelry: a promise, a future.

Then, another gaze meets mine a presence both imposing and graceful. Lady Nocturne. The wife of Diarch Reign. A figure who inspires respect, power, and intrigue. I incline my head slightly before her, marking both my gratitude and my reverence.

"Lady Nocturne… It is an honor to meet you. And thank you. Thank you for this welcome… for bringing me home."

The word home feels strange on my lips. Do I still have a home after all that has happened? I am not certain, but I feel a strange force within me. Like an invisible breeze that supports me, that grounds me. Rellik. He has not spoken a word, yet I can feel his energy, his battle meditation offering me a renewed breath, a stability I thought lost.

As the music shifts, an announcement rings out

I lift my eyes and meet his gaze. A soft chuckle escapes me. He knows how to divert attention, how to lighten the atmosphere. His illusionary magic surprises me, making his attire shimmer as he even adjusts my dress, giving it a more regal touch. I should be annoyed by such theatrics… and yet, I cannot fault him.

I slip my hand into his and let the other rest on his shoulder. With gentle precision, he leads me onto the dance floor, and despite my exhaustion, despite everything I've endured, I let myself be guided. Light twirls, measured steps everything flows smoothly under his confident movements.

"I don't like being the center of attention either…" I murmur softly, a half-smile playing on my lips. "But since we are, we might as well enjoy it a little."

The music swells, and with it, we let go of grace, embracing pure enjoyment instead. Laughter escapes us, our steps becoming freer, more spontaneous. The tension fades. For the first time in what feels like an eternity, I feel something other than pain or anger.

And then, the end. The crescendo rises, bringing us back together. His arms encircle me, and before I can react, his lips meet mine. A moment suspended in time, an embrace stolen in the midst of this celebration.

I do not turn away. I do not push him aside. On the contrary. I tighten my arms around him, resting my head against his shoulder, accepting this moment, accepting his presence. He can understand, a thanks you in my eyes.

The festivities continue around us, but for just a moment, there is only the two of us.