Rakata Balls (Lords of the Fringe Dominion of Rakata Beta)

[Lord Ghoul]

The dark stranger had now moved to a table in the corner and rested his head on his hand, with an incredibly bored expression. He stifled a yawn in response to Circe's theatrics. His eyes narrowed on his one time apprentice, @[member="Lucien Cordel"], who was summoning for more champagne. Shorn smirked. A passing servitor happened to be carrying the item in question, Mikhail waved him over and then literally waved his hand past the Rakatan's face. Stalk eyes glazed over and the servitor nodded.

A passing cadre of warriors obscured them from vision momentarily. When the guards passed the Rakatan servitor was already moving away from Mikhail and came toward the group of high profile individuals, pouring Lucien more champagne before standing off to one side.

@[member="Isis Fontana"] @[member="The Wrathful One"] @Shinju Ayasha

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien received the glass of champagne and sipped from the glass "Dranok you are too late" He called his slave was asleep under a table. Lucien continued to watch the group he had not seen his former master talk to the server but by now the alcohol had stopped him from worrying.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"1.... 2...."

Mikhail waited for the poison to kick in. It should take about 5 seconds before Lucien's throat began to close up and the seizures started.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

The champagne flute smashed on the floor as Luciens arm when weak "I'm sorry I need to go to bed I feel ill" he spoke weakly as he rose his legs gave way and he toppled to the floor before throwing up repeatedly "Dranok...get..ov..." then he lost counciousness

 

[Lord Ghoul]

No sooner had @[member="Lucien Cordel"] fallen to the floor than Mikhail was on his feet, calmly striding over to the group and surveying his dying former apprentice. Mikhail knelt down and picked up a shard of shattered glass, sniffing it. Then he promptly dropped the shard and stood.

"Poison," he said simply, then turned to @[member="The Wrathful One"]. "Trying to kill your guests? Not very hospitable of you."

Pale blue eyes roved over to the servitor, who stood trembling.

 

[Darth Torment]

Isis watched @[member="Lucien Cordel"] act differently and then watched as Mikhail walked over and then made insinuations toward the newly elected co-empress and dropped her grapes, she then looked at the woman and smirked sadistically let's not make accusations, this could have been anyone she informed Shorn.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Mikhail's eyes fixed @[member="Isis Fontana"] with a soul chilling stare.

"Yes, anyone."

 

[The Wrathful One]

The Wrathful One tilted her head slightly as she stared down at the unconscious form of Lucien. Looking around her lips tugged up to a small smile. "Most likely the priests trying to move against us. Its a bit shallow for their attempts, but I suppose the situation is desperate." Turning her eyes towards Isis her eyes closed on her suspiciously "Of course, one certain person has been rather against our kind since their arrival."

 

[Shinju]

Shinju looked at Lucien as he was on the floor and then to the one who had come to approach... Accusing the servant of poisoning. "Bah someone meant that for others... Lucien pick yourself up... As for the servant. Flay him."

 

[Darth Torment]

She walked over and took the glass and licked a small bit of the remnants and turned toward the empress If I wanted you dead you would already be in a puddle of your blood she stated and then stood back up Besides Shorn is right, it was poison... and I don't use the stuff. she admitted.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Casting a brief, apathetic glance at @[member="Lucien Cordel"]'s expiring form, Mikhail turned his attention to Shinju.

"I wouldn't-"

A group of guards jumped on the servant and 'flayed' him. Nothing was left but scraps.

Everything seemed resolved, until the guards too began to choke, dropping to the floor.

Shorn raised an eyebrow. "Somehow, I doubt that was indigestion."

Looking back up at @[member="The Wrathful One"], Mikhail smirked. "It almost seems like someone was trying to poison you."

His eyes looked pointedly at @[member="Isis Fontana"]. "Interesting how you can taste a volatile poison and still remain standing."

 

[Darth Torment]

(LOL!)

Isis looked at Mikhail and smirked at him Who knows, it could be a vampire as sadistic as they come she said pointedly at Shorn

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

With the dance complete, Krag could feel the sickness of his body fighting the poison. He, as all Graug, were immune to poisons and disease but with a powerful enough specimen they could be made sick for days or longer. The massive Graug was once again free to use his own mind and he trumped out of the cake and towards a nearby seat. Reaching his hand out, he grabbed a Rakatan that stood in his way and threw him into a nearby table that he tumbled over before hitting the ground on the other side. Without even acknowledging what he had done, Krag threw himself down into the seat and let out a long groan...this was going to be a long day.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Sargon had never seen a species of Graug before and as uninhibited as he was by the massive digestion of cake he simply walked over and sat down. "You're a big fella. Good singing voice though, I 'll give you that much. Name's Sargon, and what are you? Its impressive but I just don't know what you are." Leaning back it would be easy to see how strongly the cake effected the Zabrak who'd never so much as touched a drug before.@[member="Krag"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Ignoring Isis, Mikhail glanced again toward Lucien's too-still body. "Such a shame... gone before his time. Of course, if he dies it would cause an intergalactic incident. And nobody wants that." Those blue eyes shimmered with mischief. "I'll take care of him." His gaze turned to @[member="The Wrathful One"]. "You take care of her," he nodded his head toward @[member="Isis Fontana"].

With a gesture of his hand he lifted Lucien's body up off the floor and walked off to a more private room, apprentice's body floating beside him. Laying Lucien on the ground, Mikhail took out a small vial, forced the Sith's mouth open, and dumped the contents in, then slapped the man's cheeks.

"Wakey, wakey."

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien began to stir his head hurt and he couldn't feel his legs "Master... what's going on ... my head hurts and I can't feel my legs?" He lay there still on the floor feeling thoroughly unwell.All he wanted was his bed now He looked up at his former master and waited for an answer.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Dranok, who had been effortlessly producing minions by the dozens, had witnessed the poisoning of Cordel and schemes of Shorn. He smiled, not caring that his former master lay helpless on the ground with a Sith Master slapping him in the face. It looked just like too much fun, and respected Mikhail that much more for operating in such a manner. He cast his eyes upon his formidable force of brain-washed soldiers and sent them scattering to their normal posts with a single thought.

The Lord trailed Mikhail to the room, cloaking his presence all the while to ensure his own schemes remained undetected. With careful footsteps, he planted himself next to the door and kept up his continuous stream of energy into the concealment of his presence.

 

[The Wrathful One]

Unsure of what she was supposed to be taking care of, or why she would care to the Wrathful One just shook her head. It was an odd situation and if Isis lived she must have already given herself the antidote. If she died she was innocent, and there wasn't any reason to take care of anything. It polluted the justice of the situation. Leaning back in her throne the Wrathful One signaled to a guard. "Get some droids to clean this mess up, but save the bodies we may reuse them later."

The situation was dealt with then, death would decide if Isis was guilty. If she lived she would be put to trial by combat and could fight for her life. Turning back to Shinju she felt an overwhelming need to show off for her new mate. "Guards, ten of you in the middle. Fight to the death winner becomes a Lord."

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"The TL DR version - that means too long, didn't read - is that you were poisoned by a servant. Servant got scarfed. Isis took the blame..." Mikhail looked over his shoulder. "I think."

The sounds of combat rang in the distance, followed by Rakatan shrieks. Shorn raised an eyebrow and shrugged a shoulder. He sensed no immediate danger. Nor did he sense @[member="Dranok Lussk"]'s presence. He would later blame it upon the weakness of his mortal form.

@[member="Lucien Cordel"]

 

[Shinju]

The servant Shinju had sent off finally arrived back at her side with the baby girl. Shinju sat back on the throne and looked at the child while putting her in her arm and lap. Getting into a position she slid the glove off and knicked her finger drawing a droplet or two of blood. Much like good drug dealers the trick was to get them while they're young. Her finger went to Bundori's mouth as she suckled and grabed the other fingers. "Everyony come and enjoy the fight, the winner a lord the losers.. Well." her eyes flicked over. "Isis entertain me, fight with some of them."