Faction Life in the Diarchy

[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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An amusing prospect arose when the Grand Master of the Lilaste order emerged from his corner to her rescue - did he truly have nothing else to wear besides his own armor? Even she, who was more or less living out of a freighter, had a few changes of clothes to her name - this dress, she would admit, was part vanity part something that she wore to the high society functions of Centarra.

Yet Laphisto played his part well, and she gave a genuine smile. If anything, he had earned - and needed the dance far more than she did at this time. Extending a hand with practiced grace, she permitted herself to be escorted - her limbs and poise shifting to something from the silken-coated-steel of Nabooan Nobility than the rugged Mandalorian. Truth be told, she had missed the pomp and romance of the Dawnstar most of all - and though this was a bit more of a "bash for the boys" rather than a dignified celebration. She couldn't blame them, this celebration was on the heels of the Crisis, and was more for those who had fought under such terrible circumstances than something to show of the glamor and glory.

Drink to the glory-field, hail to the victorious dead indeed.
"I would be honored, Grand Master Laphisto." she spoke, and they stepped away, her overdressed and him seemingly forever trapped in the armor of his own.
Balance's mercy we're terrible.

As they took a few noteworthy strides away from the worst of the din, she spoke low to him, the ways of the Force allowing her audible words to carry despite silence or sound. She made her case in Mando'a, a tongue that the two should know, and in a way of establishing intimacy... intimacy, that she hoped, was still there - even if it was improper between superior and wayward junior. "<<If I am keeping you, I wish to release you.>>" she tried to keep her tone neutral, but the fact that he was the first person who recruited her since Matthew... all the emotions, both good and ill "You've already been my rescue, and if you are uncomfortable with what is present...>>" she pauses, and sighs. "<<I will... assist in your own escape. If that is permissible.>>"

Kebii'kara of House Solus, the Chevalier of the Dawnstar Order, wandering Mandalorian... she had had a habit of speaking in high minded ideals and in a politeness and decorum ill-befitting of the well cared for freighter she called home. It was a part of her ideal to be as a knight for the sake of those who could not protect themselves - one unbound by the dogmas of Light and Dark. Yet now her voice faded, her posture shifted, eyes looked ashamed. Back at the battle she... she let her emotions get in the way of the battle, froze up, and lashed out at the person she had looked up to. While she was concerned, and downright heartbroken at the results of the battle, and the subsequent upheaval of the Empire, her former employers...

It was nobody's fault. she reminded herself. It was the best of an absolute chitshow. So why... why did she feel betrayal both on her end, and Laphisto's? Not tonight, she shook her head, mostly to herself. Not like this. Not when death was so fresh.

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto couldn't help but feel outclassed by the girl. She was dressed far more appropriately for the occasion than he could ever imagine himself to be. Then again, part of him despised being out of his armor. In it, he belonged—it was an extension of him, something he refused to cast aside. Without his armor or weapon, he felt naked, exposed. It left him uneasy in a way that mere fabric could never soothe. As the two drifted away from the gathering crowd, his lone ear twitched, attentive to her words. He replied in a low voice, speaking in Mando'a.

<< There's no need for me to seek escape, least of all from you, Kebii. You're a dear friend and always welcome company. Though, I must warn you if you expect to see me dance, I'm afraid I've got two left feet, as they say. >>

A soft chuckle rumbled from his chest, though he shook his head with a sigh. She had called him "Grand Master" more than once, a title that had never sat well with him. He had told her before that it wasn't necessary, yet she still used it. Tonight, curiosity got the better of him.

<< Tell me, why 'Grand Master'? Of all the terms, why that one? >>

His tone was light, but genuinely inquisitive, as he guided her along the edge of the ballroom. The thought of even attending a place like this still felt surreal. He had been invited to similar functions before—by the Republic, by the Empire of the Lost—but had always declined. Yet here he was now, present only to honor those who had died above Bastion. Lives he had ordered to their end. The memory pressed against him like a weight, his frown deepening as the Force subtly shimmered with his shifting emotions.

But he pushed the heaviness aside and glanced toward Kebii'kara Solus They now stood near the edge of the dance floor. If she wished to pull him into the fray, all it would take was a simple nudge. Yet just beyond them, a balcony waited, a quiet refuge from the chaos of the ballroom.

 

[Kebii'kara Solus]

CURRENT MISSION - Dancing around the point
Immediate Goals -
1: Converse with Laphisto
2: Determine where loyalties lie...

FRIEND(s) - Laphisto

FOE(s) - Hopefully none

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Laphisto || OPEN

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She chuckled at Laphisto's declaration of having "two left feet", mercifully guiding him to the balcony. It seemed like they both wanted to get some clear air, away from much of the noise.

Then came his question, and it was a fair one. Long was the pause as she lingered on the balcony, allowing the gentle night air to support her, to cool her face as she allowed her muscles to relax and shift to something less than the cool, confident wandering knight. She had the answer to the question, but it was... complicated.

The Galaxy seemed to only get more and more complex as of late.

"<<...Because I do not know what else to call you.>>" she answered, the noteworthy practice of her speech slackening as she debated how much of herself to make vulnerable. Despite how much similarity they may have had on paper, the two seemed to be destined to be apart - as it had been since her reluctance to follow the Lilaste Order to Diarch space.

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto followed Kebii'kara Solus onto the balcony, leaning quietly against the railing. A soft sigh escaped him as he let his eyes close, the noise of the ballroom fading into a distant hum. When her answer finally came, he listened in silence, weighing her words with care.

"<< That name suits a Jedi far more than it suits me, >>" he murmured at last. "<< I forfeited any claim to it long ago... when I helped bring about the Second Great Schism—when I played my part in the creation of the Sith and every war that followed. >>"

His voice carried the weight of old wounds, each word tinged with quiet regret.

Opening his eyes, he stared forward, though the stars beyond the balcony were little more than shapes to him. He couldn't truly see them, but the act of gazing into the void was enough. Enough to stir that lingering guilt he could never fully silence.

Without a word, his hand rose to his neck, drawing out a silver string from beneath his armor. At the end of it, a simple ring dangled, catching a glint of starlight as he absently turned it between his fingers.

 

[Kebii'kara Solus]

CURRENT MISSION - Dancing around the point
Immediate Goals -
1: Converse with Laphisto
2: Determine where loyalties lie...

FRIEND(s) - Laphisto

FOE(s) - Hopefully none

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Laphisto || OPEN

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Ears perked as she heard the ring being drawn from the string, the relaxation was now gone, as grief and guilt grasped her limbs as she seized ever so softly.

You're a big girl, Kebii, come now... she steadied her breath, reminding herself that Laphisto was... aged. Worn. He was there when Mandalorians, Jedi, and Sith were first together and crossed blades... his losses were not just in the macrocosm, in the upheaval of the Galaxy in those bygone days, but evidently more intimate.

Yet even with the recognition of the wider picture, her heart's sobbing did not abate.

One breath. Two. Three Count to ten. You're a big girl, Kebii...

She moved away from the balcony, and after a pause bordering on awkwardness, where plainly seen were the emotions warring beneath the stone-broken visage of one of Lilaste's once eager recruits... she placed a reassuring hand on Laphisto's shoulder.

"<<For what it's worth...>>" she began. "<<The title and honour still befits you. For forging the Order, bringing us to heights unimagined... for staying true to your beliefs - even as the Galaxy changed so.>> A bittersweet smile formed across her face, scars forgotten. "<<I decree it so, not as Mando'ad, not as any wise-woman of the Force... but as myself. You have mastered the ways of the Force needed to help people in the wars between Jettii and Dar'Jettii... and those of the Order and Diarchy do not put their faith in you blindly, nor in vain.>>" Giving a squeeze and a shake on the shoulder she gave her final exhale of reassurance. "<<Trust in the Force, and in your comrades. That is both your path and charge.>>"

Even if I may not be there to walk alongside you came the unspoken thought, for she herself bore wounds, while more miniscule in her mind, still fresh and raw.

 

[Ryu Jung]

Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik Lyssara Thrynn

Ryu was never the type to partake in festivities. But this was a different sort of occasion. The Diarchy have ascended as the successor as the prime imperial power of the galaxy. Of course, what better way to celebrate than to have a party at tech crucible. Where the vision all started. Ryu was part of that vision and was looking forward to celebrate the fruits of all that labor. He was Diarch Reign's first apprentice and now he could celebrate to his heart's content as he was invited to partake in the festivities. He showed in his suit and acted like he was above the other participants. Of course he did not think himself above the council or the Diarchs. He was a man who respected power when he recognized it.

What he didn't recognize however was weakness. Ryu strut across the party floor to his master, Diarch Rellik, and his rival apparent. The apprentice of Diarch Rellik and a thorn in Ryu's side. There was of course no real adversity between the two, but the two were the first apprentices of the Diarchs. Ryu to Reign and Lyssara to Rellik, and each had their merits for being praised and looked upon as the standard for acolytes of the Diarchy's vision. But given Lyssandra's recent performance, Ryu couldn't feel but scoff. Captured? He laughed. Of course, he was well-mannered and wouldn't insult Lyssara to her face. However, he would find a chance to jab at his rival.

"Esteemed Diarchs." He bowed. "This is truly a momentous occasion is it not? You both stand on the precipice of greatness. This victory is to you, my masters."

Ryu then looked to Lady Nocturne, whom he never met in a casual setting and bowed. "My lady, it's amazing to see the fruits of everyones accomplishments. Yours included."

But as Ryu made contact with Lyssara, he simply exhaled in disappointment.

​

 

[Laphisto]

He felt Kebii'kara Solus step away from the balcony and instinctively reached out with the Force—not to pull her back, but to sense if she was leaving him alone in the dark. Relief washed over him when he felt her presence steady and unmoving. Yet when her hand touched his shoulder, he visibly winced. The old reflexes were still there, the instinct to brace for a strike. But instead, her hand brought only warmth, and words that cut deeper than any blade. He turned to face her, the ring slipping from his fingers to rest against his chest once more.

"<< Sometimes I wonder if this galaxy wouldn't have been better off had I been executed at the end of the Hundred Year Darkness, >>" he murmured bitterly. "<< Would my absence have spared us any of this? Would it have even mattered? >>"
He shook his head slowly, eyes shadowed with the weight of centuries, before glancing back at her with a frown.Then came the shift—the undercurrent of something bigger, heavier.

<<And now," he said softly, <<I carry the burdon and responsibility of ending this war without more blood shed >>His voice dropped, low and grim. <<I'm awaiting an audience with the Diarchs. I've uncovered something... something that changes the whole narrative of this war. The clash at Bastion—Meldor didn't fire the first shot as we believed. His ship was hijacked, remotely controlled.>>

He exhaled, the tension coiled within him uneasy and bitter. <<There were at least three foreign signatures embedded deep in the ship's subsystems—who was controlling them i cant say, my virus self destructed upon being confronted by one of them.>>


His jaw clenched << This wasn't a skirmish born of misguided orders or miscommunication, Kebii. It was orchestrated. Someone's playing both sides—and they're good at it.>>His gaze darkened, voice edged with something cold beneath the exhaustion. <<some one wants the empire and the Diarchy at each others throats, perhaps to destroy themselves for what purpose? i cant say>>.

 

[Kebii'kara Solus]

CURRENT MISSION - Dancing around the point
Immediate Goals -
1: Converse with Laphisto
2: Determine where loyalties lie...

FRIEND(s) - Laphisto

FOE(s) - Hopefully none

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Laphisto || OPEN

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Her heart broke as Laphisto condemned himself, seeing a reflection of her own self-doubt and worries, though stretched across sleepless millenia. Yet the strangest mercies were found even then - a mercy born in rage.

For every word that passed from Laphisto's lips in regards to the debacle over Bastion was revealed not to be some confounded stroke of bad luck, but something worse. Treachery.

Treachery was the grim diagnosis that Laphisto had found, treachery was the last damned wound that the Mawites inflicted upon the Galaxy before scuttling back from the Core. Treachery was what cast Lianna and all the innocents thereupon into fire, poverty, and chaos. Treachery was what risked the woman who she wanted to do right by, that she should have done right by-

Her ears drank in every word, every syllable, replaying them in her mind - her face going from sympathy and regret to shock, to processing, and then to a withering fury, and her grip on Laphisto's shoulder turned from reassuring to wrothful. He had seen her angry before, but that rage had been the uncorking of pressures built from battles or crises - this fury was far worse, for it would fuel enactments of vengeance.

"<<Who...>>" came the acidic inquiry, like the dragoness Beviin that she had left behind for this festivity. "<<Give me names, Laphisto.>>

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto leaned back against the balcony, arms folding tightly across his chest as he quietly observed the storm of emotions passing through Kebii'kara Solus His frown deepened at her demand, and after a long pause, he gave a slow shake of his head. << I don't know. My analysts are still combing through the data we recovered, but so far… all we know is that someone else pulled the trigger. >>

A sigh escaped him, heavy and resigned. He'd heard rumors that, in the aftermath of Bastion, the entire Empire of the Lost had begun tearing itself apartbut how deep that rot went, he wasn't sure. His thoughts lingered on Ossus, on home. A sliver of hope remained, that it hadn't suffered too greatly amid the chaos.


"<< Whoever it is, you can be certain—I won't stop until I find them. They butchered the good name of the Empire of the Lost... the good name of Maldor Mecetti . >>"

His voice was steady but resolute, carrying a quiet promise beneath the grief. as her hand gripped tighter on his shoulder he reached out placing his hand upon her own an dlooking up into her eyes, his heterochromatic gaze squinted in what some would assume to be a glair but he was in reality just squinting to try and see her better

 

[Kebii'kara Solus]

CURRENT MISSION - Dancing around the point
Immediate Goals -
1: Converse with Laphisto
2: Determine where loyalties lie...

FRIEND(s) - Laphisto

FOE(s) - Whoever enacted this treachery

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Laphisto || OPEN

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Silence resumed beyond the thrum of celebration, as the fury deflated... but not extinguished. Not until what was wronged had been made right.

"<<We, sir.>>" she released the grip, returning to a brief show of worry for harming Laphisto - she knew he was tougher than was frankly warranted, but still... "<<If you will have me, I would like very much to see this injustice righted.>>"

She would permit whatever touch that Laphisto would place upon her hand, but did not wish to further overstep her boundaries. Even when she was a member of the Order, she had known and respected the difference between them both - and so the awkwardness resumed between the two of them. Yet even in this, Kebii'kara felt self-conscious, not necessarily under the squinting gaze of the Kiev'arian - she hadn't been the first to quip openly or secretly that the High Commander was long overdue for an optometrist - but in that gulf.

Distance cannot reconcile in any capacity, and so after another unspoken breath, Kebii'kara continued. "<<I... had met the girl down on Bastion - Her Highness of Lianna - some... some time ago.>>" She explained, almost... bashfully? "<<When she was... when she was merely the Late Emperor's daughter... in a place not dissimilar to this...>>" smiled at the memory, chuckling a bit. "<<Though the dress code was far more casual...>>"

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto looked up to Kebii'kara Solus - or as close to up as possible considering their shared hight- pulling his hand away once she seemed as if she had calmed down some what, letting his arms cross back over his chest and listening to her speak. Her devotion and willingness to help root out the cause of the empires downfall stirred a friendly chuckle from his throat << where there is a battle to be had your usually not to far behind me, even if I wanted to tell you no, I have a feeling you would find your way there any ways>>

When she began to speak about the empress who had taken over the empire after the death of velaran he frowned lightly listening intently to her words<< I never met her, though I served along side velaran against the sith once. It was he who had contracted the order as mercenaries. And I was on lothal the planet of my ancient tomb when I heard of his death. The people of the tingle arm coalition were aspiring warriors. And velarans death was one celebrated amongst my people while simultaneously morned. He was a great man and his name was jotted down in honor amongst my people.>>

Laphisto lifted off the balcony and let his arms fall down to his sides with a small shake of his head << I half expected the next leadership to hire the order for another contract but no one ever reached out.i assume with her father's death she had more pressing matters at hand>>

 

[Kebii'kara Solus]

CURRENT MISSION - Dancing around the point
Immediate Goals -
1: Converse with Laphisto
2: Determine where loyalties lie...

FRIEND(s) - Laphisto

FOE(s) - Whoever enacted this treachery

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Laphisto || OPEN

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Allowing Laphisto to speak his piece, she couldn't help but let a dry smile emerge. The two had been thick as thieves since her induction into the Lilaste Order, and old habits died hard...

Silence once more was shared, less awkward, and more an acknowledgement of how the two had approached the same thorny issue from different perspectives, and still were united.

"<<Perhaps one day I would like to hear of that...>>" She spoke, deciding at long last to shift the conversation. "<<Though... I do recall you asking me for a dance, when would you like me to gift it to you?>>" It was a coy, but genuine query - it had been some time since she actually danced with someone, at least in a way that wasn't spur of the moment. Then again, one could argue that movement to music was nothing less than spontaneous.
"<<Tonight, or some other time?>>"

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto listened to her query about the dance and gave a small chuckle pushing himself into a standing position and straightening himself slightly though raised a brow as she mentioned tonight or another time in which he shook his head << I fear if you allow me to make that choice I will never find time for it within your life time, besides it's always best to settl debts as soon as possible I always say>>

Extending a hand out towards her he dipped into a soft bow bringing a hand behind his back and resting it just above the base of his tail with a closed fist << lead the way my friend>>

Kebii'kara Solus

 

[Kebii'kara Solus]

CURRENT MISSION - Dancing around the point
Immediate Goals -
1: Ensure that Laphisto , despite his alleged "two left feet", enjoys a good dance.

FRIEND(s) - Laphisto

FOE(s) - Whoever enacted this treachery

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Laphisto || OPEN

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It would have been something sobering, the difference both in years lived and how much longer Laphisto's lifespan would be in comparison to hers. But that didn't matter, not now.

Now the chatter of festivity wasn't a crackling fire to be avoided, but a beckoning, bubbling brook for the duo to dip into. Taking his hand, and returning his bow, the Madndo'a wasn't spoken as a hushed and flurried exchange of secrets, regrets, suspicions and sorrows - now it was the secret language of friends, to speak frankly to one another in a way that others might not have been able to.

"<<I appreciate the eagerness, and upon my honor, as an alumni of Madame Chavalart's school of decorum, you will be in good hands.>>" she announced in breathy pride - recalling fondly the ancient and somewhat antiquated festivities of the world that had raised her. This gala was something she sorely missed, and from what she could tell of how the High Commander carried himself, was something he was familiar with.

"<<Excellent form.>>" she complimented, lowering her tone to a coaching whisper. "<<Come, let's slip into the crowd. We can hear the rythmn much better when you're relaxed...>>"

 

[Laphisto]

He strode in step with Kebii'kara Solus , a quiet chuckle escaping his lips at her sudden shift in demeanor. It was... strange? No—new. That was the word. New to see her this formal.

He had seen her crack skulls with her bare hands, bulldozing her way through waves of enemies, relentless and fierce. Yet here, none of that ferocity laced her steps or words. Instead, there was a grace, an ease he wasn't accustomed to seeing from her. "<< Relaxed? I don't think I've been relaxed since before my Knight trials. >>"


As they merged into the current of dancers, Laphisto settled into position beside her. Without overthinking it, he carried her forward in the only dance he truly knew—a simple, time-honored waltz. One hand found hers with a careful grip, while the other rested neutrally at her waist, measured and respectful. Only when they began to move, weaving through the gentle sea of dancers, did the full contrast strike him. She, poised and radiant in her dress. He, clad in battle-worn armor amid a hall of finely dressed guests.

The thought lingered like an echo—how much of him still belonged to the battlefield, and how little to places like this.

 

[Kebii'kara Solus]

CURRENT MISSION - Dancing around the point
Immediate Goals -
1: Ensure that Laphisto , despite his alleged "two left feet", enjoys a good dance.

FRIEND(s) - Laphisto

FOE(s) - Whoever enacted this treachery

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Laphisto || OPEN

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The music played, and the moment swayed, dipping into the time honored waltz among the current of dancers. The panic of how improper it was, someone of her station dancing with someone of Laphisto's - but as the movement continued, there was... a serenity.

Perhaps she could not heal all of the scars, nor lift wholly the weight of years upon the dragonlike High Commander - but for now, there would be reprieve. For the both of them.

Giving a playful hum, she gave an encouraging smile. "<<For someone who says they have "two left feet", you're carrying yourself remarkably well - no stubbed toes!>>" she nodded, looking into his eyes, cataratic gaze focusing on a ember-like warmth that set within the Lasat before Laphisto. "<<Good job. ...If I may be so bold as to inquire, where did you learn to dance?>>"

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto let a quiet chuckle roll past his lips, shaking his head softly. "<< I suppose I still retain half the memory of dancing. But don't expect much more than this—I'm not exactly in tune with the newer dances of this day and age. >>"

His smile came easily, friendly, even playful—but when Kebii'kara Solus asked her question, something subtle shifted. His lone ear twitched, then slowly folded back, and the weight behind his eyes grew heavier. He kept smiling, but there was distance there, veiled in the corners of his expression.

He tilted his head back, staring up as if trying to retrieve a long-forgotten star from the void. "<< I spent months practicing for my wedding... >>" His voice grew softer, a low murmur that clung to the space between them. "<< After I became a Jedi Watchman. I was stationed in the Tion Cluster back then. >>" For a moment, the music around them became hollow. The sway of the dance slowed as he quietly let the memory take hold.

His chest tightened beneath the armor that weighed on him, but it wasn't the plate that caused it—it was the ache of years uncounted. Of vows exchanged beneath silver skies, of promises whispered when hope was still fresh. Of the one he had left behind. A flicker of sorrow passed through the Force like a ripple across still water. He strained inwardly, reaching into the fog of millennia past, and found only fragments. He could recall her laugh, faint like an echo across an empty field. He could remember the soft touch of a hand against his, the rhythm of their first dance—but the face? The eyes? The shape of her smile? Gone.

Time, war, and exile had worn the edges away. Even the Force, for all its power, could not restore what had faded within him. The knowledge clawed at him—a wound that never closed. And so, behind the practiced movements of the dance and the soft facade of a smile, Laphisto carried a quiet grief. Not just for what he had lost... but for what he could no longer even fully remember. "<< It's been... too long, >>" he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper, eyes distant though fixed on Kebii. For the first time in ages, he felt like a relic of a bygone era, dancing to the echoes of a tune long silenced.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Tags: Lyssara Thrynn

It took a moment for Rellik to realize what he had done. A part of him felt reckless and afraid that he had ruined all of the trust he had built up with Lyssara. Yet he felt her arms tighten and she rested her head on his shoulder. When he looked down at her he felt like both of them were happy to be home, to be together.

As the two shared a moment holding each other while the world moved around them - Rellik decided he wanted to talk to her for just a moment before they had to go back to being with all of the guests. Looking out towards the balcony, he kept his hand on hers and whispered.

"Come with me real quick. Lets get some air alone for a moment."

Holding her unto him he moved her again to a balcony outside the ballroom.

Letting go he took a few steps to the edge of the balcony, a soft look in his eyes as he stared out into the city of Revelin.

"I have worried about you every moment since that day aboard the Empire of the Lost ship. When I heard your voice it froze me in place as if staring down the barrel of a cannon. Funny thing is, I have never frozen in the face of war or death. My fear came from seeing you, knowing you were in pain and that I had failed to protect you. When I saw that you blamed yourself I could not help but do my best to make your night better."

Turning around and walking up to Lyssara he would show a moment of doubt - presumably for the first time ever in front of her. Looking down to the ground.

"So forgive my brashness but I hope we can continue this next step in our journey. I do not want to just make one night better. I want to make every day something special for us."

He would gently look up and smile. The golden yellow of his sand colored eyes reflecting off the stars of the night and looking directly at Lyss.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

I can feel it the conflict inside my master, but for now i want just enjoy the moment with him, i saw ryu head with a disappointment for me he have reason i have lost this time. Loosing so hard. I am agree with him. For the Ryu disagree i smile with my closed eye with a innocent look i have understand what he want mean to me. And the next i listen my master. He want talk me in private...

"Okay master i following you. where you want."

We go outside on the balcony i cant ignore this views, that my home, i am back at my home... This is so beautifull...

I turn into the face of my master he told me the feeling he have that very important he have all of my warning at this moment. I understand what he... what ? Loosing me ?! I am so impprtant for him... ? Honestly if that so i reply this to him.

"Master when i am trapped by the ennemy my only thinks is to back here and for what you said... Thanks you. Thanks you for considerating me"

When he look the floor i give him a hug because i want be close to him i shake my head with a little no fo saying ots okay its the fault of no people here, its the fault of the war.

He dont need to apologyze the only one to blame is me for do not practice the saber enough but after this trust me i l go double my training that a sentence, a promise. I want became more powerful i can and learn from my error. This day i dont watch my back and the shakram beat me in my angle death.

I am feeling guilty that a fact. But i cant blame it for my own weakness, he want unique day ? No i want a unique life with him and a happy life !

"I love you master give me more of your lesson and dont less me alone please! I i.. need you too..."

For my speak its my turn to kiss it in back, i have accept this from him. i thinks i can accept evrythings and go everywhere i want do what he want without no question. I want dancing, visit the galaxy and enjoy the life.. I need turning this page and he can help me for sure and i can help him too.... We are alive that the most important we can do for the moment we need making fun and this night is a party !

Diarch Rellik

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Tags: Lyssara Thrynn

The words from Lyssara lit the Diarch up like a roaring fire. Than the kiss that followed turned it into a inferno. The heat he felt inside his chest was unlike anything he had felt before.

Once the two parted and he looked at her again he could see she wanted to celebrate and enjoy the night. He took her entire being in for a few moments longer before going back inside. The city he hand come to love of Revelin had citizens lining the streets all on their way to the crucible. The people holding candles, singing in the illuminated streets. It was as if from the sky above, to the streets themselves, and down to Lyssaras. Everything was filled with starlight beauty and she was the epitome of it all.

With a soft smile that slowly turned more energetic he spoke.

"Come than, lets go have some more drinks and ensure our citizens, guests, and family are all having fun!"

The Diarch in a way that was akin to a youthful man meeting his first love with the way he was pulling Lyssara around again. It was easy to see how excited he was by everything. - He had a moment of hesitation wondering if he was doing to much since his dance partner had barely come back from captivity but he hoped all the excitement would pull her into her own fairytale. Instead of living in what had happened before. For tonight he wanted her to be a princess with a prince.

Coming back to where GhostKey Glade Ryu Jung Diarch Reign and Lady Nocturne were all still enjoying themselves he grabbed another round of drinks and came in for another toast.

Squirming his way in-between them and divvying out whoever wanted one - with non alcoholic beverages available as well and easily decipherable between the two types. He raised a glass and pronounced another cheer to the entire main hall of the crucible. Booming his voice with the force.

"To the ones we love! Friends, family, and lovers. To the Diarchy and the future of us all! A toast from your Diarch!"

After finishing his drink and looking around Rellik would wonder where the new guest Kebii'kara Solus and Laphisto had gone off to. He had noticed them dancing together and he wondered what they were to each other. A smile on his face as he enjoyed seeing everyone coming back to living. Not fighting for their very lives.

Looking back towards Lyss he started doing a small dance. Not the tight traditional one they had done before but something to make her smile and get in the loose spirit for a fun night.