Camellia Swift
Camellia
[member="Darth Praelior"] [member="Sanya Val Lerium"]
Her own power? The Rendili woman had no desire for personal power. All that Camellia strove for was to make her homeworld a shining light in the galaxy, a planet all would envy, wishing they were born there, living there, that they had its wealth, its history, it prestige, its culture, its heritage, and most important of all, one of its starships for their own. She would do anything, and everything, for Rendili, and she had in many ways already. Camellia had entered into Republic service and worked to supply the galactic power with the best warships to fight, and then stayed on her homeworld to fight and resist the Sith's dominion when the Republic she had supported for her world's integrity and safety left them to rot, and when pushed to the limit she had followed the path to seek peace, all while ensuring many of the Republic's advantageous designs did not fall into enemy hands, only to be corrupted and infected in such a way she could not even realize what had truly befell her.
In every way, she was nothing more than a sad, pathetic, delusional girl with nowhere to take shelter in and playing along to keep what little remained in her possession free from others control.
Of course, putting all that aside, Camellia still found the Sith Giantess to be behaving erratically and dangerously. Letting the Jedi be close was one thing, but for the oversized zeltron to then arm the Jedi Knight with her own lightsaber and leave herself defenseless at the same time. . . . .it was borderline moronic, not that the Rendili woman would ever insult her Sith Mistress. What was really to stop Sanya from cutting the Sith Lady down, cleaving her in two and wandering off. . . . .There was no brokerage for arguing though, that Camellia knew well at this point as she focused on the orders that were being given to her. "Yes Lady Praelior, I'll do my best. . ."
As the Sith Zeltron continued on though, and ordered her to drink the Dark blood welling from her pricked finger, Camellia blinked as dizziness overwhelmed her, as the Giantess dark side aura washed over her with the command, drawing her to take a step forward as she wrapped her lips over the cut and began to drink in the taste and filling feeling the darkside tainted blood provided her. After that everything seemed as if in a daze as the Jedi Knight took the lightsaber at that point and moved to carry out Lady Prealior's order to kill quite quickly. Almost eagerly. In the daze she was in Camellia had no well thought out takes on the matter, but still.
It seemed. . . .odd the Jedi was giving into the Sith Zeltron's suggestions so easily. Which left the Rendili woman with a few thoughts as she licked her lips and staggered forward just as Sanya cut into her first victim. Was Sanya already close to falling to the darkside since last they had met? Was the Republic and Jedi Order falling apart so badly that changing sides was really that good an option right now? Or was this all some really elaborate deep infiltration scheme that had been cooked up they were falling for?
Whatever it was the human woman turned Croa couldn't focus enough on it right now to figure it out or care. It was as if everything was drawn to her one order, to shoot whichever idiot pulled out a comlink. Which one did, but it was really hard to take the shot once Camellia had her blaster drawn. With the Jedi moving around the group, there wasn't really a good shot to take in which Sanya wouldn't also be at risk. However, with her judgement clouded with the darkside aura resting on her heavily at the moment, Camellia merely grinned as she pulled the trigger of her blaster pistol several times, the trio of bolts it took in the end to down the poor sod discharging and speeding through the air, striking the ceiling, wall, and finally the final thug's head.
Her own power? The Rendili woman had no desire for personal power. All that Camellia strove for was to make her homeworld a shining light in the galaxy, a planet all would envy, wishing they were born there, living there, that they had its wealth, its history, it prestige, its culture, its heritage, and most important of all, one of its starships for their own. She would do anything, and everything, for Rendili, and she had in many ways already. Camellia had entered into Republic service and worked to supply the galactic power with the best warships to fight, and then stayed on her homeworld to fight and resist the Sith's dominion when the Republic she had supported for her world's integrity and safety left them to rot, and when pushed to the limit she had followed the path to seek peace, all while ensuring many of the Republic's advantageous designs did not fall into enemy hands, only to be corrupted and infected in such a way she could not even realize what had truly befell her.
In every way, she was nothing more than a sad, pathetic, delusional girl with nowhere to take shelter in and playing along to keep what little remained in her possession free from others control.
Of course, putting all that aside, Camellia still found the Sith Giantess to be behaving erratically and dangerously. Letting the Jedi be close was one thing, but for the oversized zeltron to then arm the Jedi Knight with her own lightsaber and leave herself defenseless at the same time. . . . .it was borderline moronic, not that the Rendili woman would ever insult her Sith Mistress. What was really to stop Sanya from cutting the Sith Lady down, cleaving her in two and wandering off. . . . .There was no brokerage for arguing though, that Camellia knew well at this point as she focused on the orders that were being given to her. "Yes Lady Praelior, I'll do my best. . ."
As the Sith Zeltron continued on though, and ordered her to drink the Dark blood welling from her pricked finger, Camellia blinked as dizziness overwhelmed her, as the Giantess dark side aura washed over her with the command, drawing her to take a step forward as she wrapped her lips over the cut and began to drink in the taste and filling feeling the darkside tainted blood provided her. After that everything seemed as if in a daze as the Jedi Knight took the lightsaber at that point and moved to carry out Lady Prealior's order to kill quite quickly. Almost eagerly. In the daze she was in Camellia had no well thought out takes on the matter, but still.
It seemed. . . .odd the Jedi was giving into the Sith Zeltron's suggestions so easily. Which left the Rendili woman with a few thoughts as she licked her lips and staggered forward just as Sanya cut into her first victim. Was Sanya already close to falling to the darkside since last they had met? Was the Republic and Jedi Order falling apart so badly that changing sides was really that good an option right now? Or was this all some really elaborate deep infiltration scheme that had been cooked up they were falling for?
Whatever it was the human woman turned Croa couldn't focus enough on it right now to figure it out or care. It was as if everything was drawn to her one order, to shoot whichever idiot pulled out a comlink. Which one did, but it was really hard to take the shot once Camellia had her blaster drawn. With the Jedi moving around the group, there wasn't really a good shot to take in which Sanya wouldn't also be at risk. However, with her judgement clouded with the darkside aura resting on her heavily at the moment, Camellia merely grinned as she pulled the trigger of her blaster pistol several times, the trio of bolts it took in the end to down the poor sod discharging and speeding through the air, striking the ceiling, wall, and finally the final thug's head.