My love, La, La, La, La.

[Hira Mitsae]

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[SIZE=10.6667px]Glee Anselm - Throne Room[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.6667px][member="Darth Pyrrhus"][/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.6667px]Glee Anselm was [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]annoying[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]The Dark Lord had commanded her to end a life, which was fine and all, but for some reason she needed the Ruler of Glee Anselm on her side on this job - she didn’t especially play well with others, but try telling that to the big, robed guy with the burning eyes. A long life gave her the best of survival instincts so Kala simply nodded, gave her bow, then waltzed out of the Imperial Throne Room and departed for the water planet. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Hadn’t been too hard to reach the world; her stealth ship gave her all the advantages needed. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]But actually getting to the Academy undetected was a different story altogether. It was located in a fething [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]cave[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]. Why anyone wanted to live on an ocean world without being able to actually survive in a water environment was beyond her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]She succeeded at the end of the day, but it took way too much time. At least traversing the academy itself was pretty simple in stark contrast: it seemed that the guards and the Lord of the Academy figured their secluded location provided enough of a defense towards possible intrusion, but they never met her, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]clearly[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Hours later Kala Maedrin, assassino extraordinaire, thief, mercenary and currently employed by the Sith, was resting lazily in the the throne room. Legs cast over one of the arm’s seat of the throne, and half-dozing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Not an easy thing though. This thing was way too uncomfortable.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]According to Pyrrhus’ schedule - extracted from the dozing mind of one of the guards - he’d arrive in a few minutes. What a bore.[/SIZE]

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

Glee Anselm was beautiful.

It was hard not to be distracted by the myriad of colours and life on the ocean floor, visible through the transparisteel walls often found in the halls of the main government building. 'Government' was of course a slightly loose term. In truth, there was only one Sith. Ever since the One Sith had established themselves on the ocean pearl and replaced the ruling council, he had sought to undermine the new one. Just like he had manipulated the populace to cheer for Sith intervention, they had been led to cheer for the Sith assuming a more direct control. Just as the last, their new Council of Ten had shown themselves useless, and incapable of getting any substantial projects through. Every major development had been pushed through with Sith resources, and often with Darth Pyrrhus at the helm. There had been little need for manipulation through the Force, although certain influential individuals had been pushed in the right direction. Ultimately, it was the Togruta's political maneuvering that had seen the council deposed, and One Sith assume direct control with Pyrrhus as the order's sole representative and ruler.

As predicted, Pyrrhus did indeed enter into the throne room. However, unfortunately for Kala, she had had to wait slightly longer than just a few minutes. Another matter had held him up at the academy. He answered to his own schedule, independently of what others would expect of him. If they wanted an audience, it would be on his terms. Of course, his arrival might have come sooner had he known he had a visitor. Sitting in his throne. He had earned that throne, and he was not too keen to share it.

Doors would open and close behind him. He stopped moving, and his eyes narrowed as he observed the figure at the other end of the throne room. To him, there weren't an awful lot of ways to read this situation. It was a challenge, or possibly an attempt on his life. If it was the latter, the killer in question certainly did not lack confidence. Draped in his dark Sith robes, he was out of his armour, but no less lethal for it. His trusty serpentine companion coiled itself around his right arm underneath the sleeve of his robe, out of sight. She could fake disinterest, and most likely would, yet he would not fall into any false sense of security. She could very well unleash the power of the Force at any moment, and he prepared himself for that.

Instead, he decided to play a subtle trick on her mind, if he could. Pyrrhus was skilled in the art of illusion, and one formed now. It was nothing extravagant, nor was its intent to fill her mind with horrifying images. Instead, it was a more believable maintaining of the status quo. After coming to a halt, the Togruta would simply resume his walk towards her. In reality, Pyrrhus had yet to move from that same spot where he had previously come to a halt. Ever the cautious man, he would see how she interacted with him, and try to discern her intent. He didn't speak yet. She was the uninvited guest and he was expecting her to explain her presence. Sooner rather than later.

[member="Kala Maedrin"]