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

[Darth Torment]

She snickered at him and stood staring off toward the horizon and watched as the cascading sky plummets with the thickness of the chemical world, she could not believe that @[member="Dranok Lussk"] would settle for a critter like the princess.... but some just have all the luck she muttered softly to herself and then chewed on her bottom lip as she thought it over and collected herself before speaking What do you care, jak... You're just a vegetable she joked with him at the last part and smirked at him as she looked at him.

@[member="Elijah Rowlin"]

 

[Judas of Vahl]

And the day had come.

The day which many, many men ended up losing their freedom to a being of the opposite gender. Yet, Dranok was not to bear the same fate as his brothers-in-arms. This particular feminine fatality was scaly, aggressive and offered the dowry of an entire Empire. He was ecstatic. The Lord Admiral didn't even have to worry about taking her shopping, mainly because the only shopping they would do would be for a new battle cruiser or a nice battle axe for an elegant dance in the meadow. He could always just delve his way into her mind, bending her to his every whim and then the man wouldn't have to worry about keeping up with husbandly duties.

With a relieved sigh, the Lord Admiral bent down to finish tying his dress shoes. The man was dressed from head-to-toe in pristine whiteness in an extravagant Admiral's uniform. His broad chest bore a collection of various ribbons and gleaming medals that coupled nicely with the golden Lord Admiral's rank bar resting atop his shoulders. His left arm, the closest to his heart, bore the scarlet shoulder cord of the Carida Military Academy, the man's alma mater. Upon his right hip sat a ceremonial saber, it nested in a black sheath with a multitude of designs covering it. Even though he was the groom, he still had to have the saber checked to ensure it wasn't an actual weapon.

His scarred fingers yanked out rapidly, tightening the knot of his shoelaces before they retracted as he rose from his kneel. His room was empty, he'd made specific requests that he was to dress and prepare himself for the ceremony, no way this prideful officer was letting foreigners grope his nether-regions to try to "help" zip up his pants. Dranok's gaze traced towards, his hands moving quickly to straighten his white tunic. Ready. All system are a go. The Lord gave another sigh. The only thing that hadn't changed from his attire was his signature wrist-comlink, no way was he removing that. Given, it was concealed by the sleeve of the coat, but it was a necessity that would never leave the man unless he was showering.

He raised it to his lips, "This is Lussk." He swallowed. "I'm ready."

 

[Jak Sandrow]

He smirked. "A married vegetable. Which is more than you can say."

That was the very wrong thing to say.

And in an instant he realized. "You... you're in love with Dranok, aren't you..."

Ding ding ding! Give the celery a prize!

"Well... that complicates things..."

@[member="Isis Fontana"]

 

[Darth Torment]

She smirked at him and then pushed herself off the wall and then started to walk away We haven't the time to diddle daddle jak, let's go and insult the bride-to-be she said as she headed inside to watch the ceremony take place.

@[member="Elijah Rowlin"]
@[member="Dranok Lussk"]

 

[Jak Sandrow]

His mind was still whirling.

"O....okay. Right behind you."

He followed her into the auditorium-thingie.

@[member="Isis Fontana"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien also excused himself to go and take a look at his "gift" a human slave, Lucien looked over him as the knelt before him "Teeth" he said and he pulled the slaves head up with the force the slave opened his mouth all his teeth were present and clean,Lucien released his grip "Name" Lucien spoke in the same off hand way as before the the bowed his head "I don't remember" he said misery tainted his metallic voice this slave hadn't talked in a long time Lucien didn't react "go and get me a glass of champagne and then meet me back here to go over ground rules" With that he stepped into his room to fetch Lussks present an assortment of rare and expensive goods including wine and jewelry along with many other items.

He awaited his new slave and contemplated whether he should pay him but then decided against it. The slave returned and Lucien began "My rules are simple:

1. Obey me and only me
2. Don't talk without my express permission
3. do not look me in the eye
4. Do not stand up in my presence unless you are walking to,from or with me (the slave was taller than Lucien)

Fail to comply with these simple rules and I will show you a world of pain the likes of which you have never seen ... now take me to my seat"

 

[Shinju]

@[member="Dranok Lussk"]

Shinju crossed her arms and looked at Dranok... Yes he had chosen someone else as the best man but dammit he was her friend. her comrade and one of the few people she really didn't want to eat. What would his daughter say if she found out? Either way it didn't matter, the sith knight took him in and spoke straightening her hair. "You know if your nerves are that shot Dranok darling I could always... slice them until they are deadened. You won't feel a thing eventually I promise. Or We could go and hope in my ship to run away together. Slaughter a bunch of slaves on the way. Be just like old times." Ahhh they couldn't do that and Shinju knew it. Enslaving the ones here was far more important and besides she had plenty to eat freely.

So with him all ready she smiled zipping up the bodysuit and stopping for a moment before going back and placing a hand on his chest. "Now go and be a king and show these insects why we are superior sweetie and if your bride steps out of line... Send her to me. I'll reeducate her in how to be subservient to you." Shinju leaned up and chastely kissed the man who had known her since she was... A genetically perfected and designed blood/gore covered madwoman in the siths employ for her brutality now she was in the fringes employ for her sadistic tendencies to tear everything apart. Then she came away and smacked his chest. "Coward, I can taste your fear in the air now grow a pair and claim your prize."

Then she departed skipping out the door and going towards the brides room. That was the more important part of this and what was needed. The bride would have to be made sure to understand she belonged to Dranok... So violence was promised, and intended if she failed him. Sometimes there was a benefit to having a sith interrogator as a friend. Or sometimes it was all about the pain. "Now listen to me and get this write, you serve Dranok, step out of line and I'll eat you. Understood?"

 

[Valik]

Valik arrived in the same suit he was wearing earlier, albeit cleaned and pressed since then. Behind him traveled a huge mobile cage, stored with a Rancor who was notably a bit more aggressive than others, his teeth a bit sharper, his claws a bit longer, his arms a bit meatier. At the bottom was a small box, which contained a Sith Amulet that could be used to control the beast. With the little time he had to spend on it he didn't make it extremely odd or special, merely the apex of the what a natural Rancor could achieve. After dropping his cage off near the rest of the wedding gifts Valik was greeted by a Rakata offering him a slave, a p'w'eck or a Ssi-Ruu a bit far away from home by the likes. The lizard offered him a bit of food, compliments of the chef. He took a couple bites then spit at the ground.

"This isn't going to work." He said the dinosaur like slave. "Take me to the kitchens, I need to speak to the chef."

@[member="Sargon Vynea"]

 

[Arage Bao]

Jared arrived in a splendid black and white toxedo, symbolizing his neutrality in the Force. It would have taken him ages to remove the blood spatters from his usual attire, so he had decided to accept the suit Spencer had brought for him. He still did not like the way the clothes fitted him, the suit would only be a hassle in a fight restricting his movements. But everyone has to give up something for the greater good of the Galaxy, Admiral Lussk has to give up his freedom and Jared? Jared has to give up his comfort for the span of the wedding. Seems fair.

There were a lot of people already present in the hall where the wedding would be hosted, Jared took out a chair and sat down in one of the corners of the room. At this point he was more interested in the social interactions between the Rakata castes and the Fringe delegates. It would tell him a lot about their possible allegiance in the future, this way he would still be able to provide something for the time he has spent here.

@[member="Sargon Vynea"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien stepped out of his room then stopped "Change of plan take me to Lord Admiral Lussks chambers" He ordered, His slave didn't sigh and instead dutifully walked back up the stairs "If it is your will M'Lord" Lucien nodded in reply to the man and followed behind him, the slave stopped and knelt before a door so Lucien took it that this was infact Lussk's door. He gave the door a hard nock and waited.

 

[Garza]

I stood towards the front of the auditorium in a three piece black suit. No weapons were allowed and as so, I didn't have any. Though, I felt naked to be without one. Still I stood there as I was going to be Dranoks best man. Let me just clear this up now, I have never been to a wedding, nor did I really want to attend one. Well except my own if the right lady comes along. But I felt kind of bad for Dranok. He was marrying one of the natives here. and well. It would be kind of hard to explain to his ex wife how he left her for this...... thing.

Still I stood there at the front waiting for everybody else to file in and get to their seats to see how this wedding would go.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Ashin had opted for a quasi-formal, quasi-militaristic sort of dress. It seemed the thing to do. She had nothing to prove to the Rakata, and nothing to contribute apart from being a presence of quiet command.

And waiting in the wedding auditorium, she could be that presence, the unquestionable resolve that told every guest screw with this and you screw with me. And not in a way you'll enjoy. Her fingers slipped through Yun-Harla's.

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

The most wanted man in the universe loved a good suit. Impeccably preened in tie and tails, the eight-foot-six Whiphid hummed Tale as Old as Time as he entered the auditorium.

The Rakata understood him and his appetite. Matter of fact, more than a few of them considered him a kindred spirit.

 

[Velok the Younger]

Rave arrived with a date, an Adumari duellist of her acquaintance. They wore formal armor, if such a thing could be said to exist, and in her own estimation she looked pretty fething hot. With a nod to her boss, @[member="The Plague Doctor"], Rave sauntered around to take a seat beside a knot of people. Few enough people wanted to get close to the Fringe's reigning bio alchemist and bioweapons specialist, but it never hurt to test the waters a little. Most of those folks found other places to be.

 

[Valik]

Valik followed his reptilian slave into the kitchen, a huge catacomb filled with tankards of ale, wine, lum and all other sorts of spirits. This place seemed built to entertain masses of the more privileged individuals. Though isolated for quite some time, the Rakata seemed to have done quite well for themselves. A rakata cook was a bit put off by his appearance, and wandered over to him, screaming a bit angrily in a language that was undecipherable to him. He held out a hand and focused his mine, not using words to trick the man's mind but merely putting an image of Valik next to a cake. The rakata after some pressing understood what Valik was conveying, and quit his bickering and escorted the Alchemist to the uncompleted cake.

"Perfect." Valik said, and waved the Rakata leave him and the slave be. "Cover the doors." He said to the slave, as he began taking off his jacket and shirt, to reveal belts all across his torso carrying vials of Bavo Six, a rather mass produceable and remarkably effective truth serum, with the noted side effects of causing visual exaggerations and paranoia. The beautiful would become gorgeous, the ugly repulsive, the scary terrifying, and they'd have little to no control on keeping their little political faces of intrigue going. With a smile he dumped the contents into the cake batter, heavily spiking the contents.

This sure would be a night to remember.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer didn’t exude the same amount of threat as Ashin did; she was amused by the way everyone was excited to see the union of Dranok and the mysterious warrior princess. The preparations seemed so beautiful and apart of her wanted something with a grand fashion. Though, the more she thought about it she figured their way was better – all of this would have meant she’d be the center of attention, something she wasn’t fond of. Warmth found her hand as she felt Ashin’s fingers lacing through her own, a smile crossed her face as she gravitated closer to the woman.

A rare moment it was and Spencer decided to dress herself up a bit more this wedding. She wasn’t a child anymore and decided to dress a bit more grown up. The smooth fabric of the corset dress clung to every curve and even curves she didn’t know she had. Feeling a bit naked she hid slightly behind Ashin, but did her best to remain confident with her attire.

“Pretty nice isn’t it? You think this is going to be another Red Wedding?”

A ting of hopefulness in her voice as she smirked towards her Mate.

@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden approached @[member="Ashin Varanin"] and @[member="Spencer Jacobs"], "Ladies." the Legate of the 120th murmured as he stood near the duo. He had wanted to pull Ashin aside to ask her a few questions, but debated the need for secrecy, instead opting for remaining in the open. "Admiral. May I ask a question? Why am I here? What position does one of my lesser notability bring to this affair? What are half of us doing here? Thus far, only yourself, Spencer, and Dranok have been needed. In battle I hold a certain prowess that I can understand utilizing, as can be said about a few here, but why bring us to such an event? The best I could to impress them was assist Spencer by maintaining her energy during her Flow Walk...I feel absolutely useless here, other than to offer my advice for Admiral Lussk." Zaiden ended, sighing. Not a depressed sigh, but more defeated. With his control over the force he felt powerful, far more so than any without the powers advantages, but he still wasn't of any use.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

"One can only hope," said Ashin. "Who knows. If Anaya shows up..."

She threw a grin at Spencer, all alchemically-sharpened tooth, just to see her wife blush. "We'd been messing about on the comms during the Yalara takeover, she showed up on my ready room desk to seduce me, we got to talking about Eshan, I led her on, she tried to kiss me, and I put her in a double wristlock. Got the chance to tell her that a repeat of Eshan would be up to you -- and if anyone was the submissive one in our relationship, it was me. I've never liked the disdain she uses toward you. Figured I'd -- oh, hello, Zaiden." She turned away from her presumably-blushing wife.

@[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]

"Three reasons, Zaiden," she said to her old Hand. "One is as a reward and a reminder that the powerful get recogntion and status here. The other is as a part of a concerted effort to show our hosts our numbers and strength. The third is to privately recognize you for your years of excellent service. I'd like to offer you something I've never offered anyone -- an ancient Jedi tradition called a Concordance of Fealty."

She drew her lightsabre but did not ignite it. "In a Concordance of Fealty, two Forcers exchange lightsabres. Your lightsabre's...special properties...are fascinating, but I fear you'll never truly become a Master so long as you rely on it. I would hate for it to become a crutch, and I want to see you serve among the Masters of the Fringe. So I offer you a trade -- my lightsabre for yours."

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden listened at first with intentivness, but that quickly changed to shock. She wished to give him a great honor, to change Lightsabers with @[member="Ashin Varanin"], most likely the strongest master of lightning and so many other aspects, Empress to the Sith, Admiral to the Fringeman..but the Darkestnite Longsaber has become his closest held tool. Few knew of it's existence, and even fewer knowing of it's capabilities, two of them being the women before him..if he gave up the blade, could he make another? There were enough of the Darkestnite crystal to do so...but did he really need it, this was the final thought the urged the spontaneous decision.

Reaching behind himself, into the folds of his shirt, Zaiden drew forth his saber - the security the Rakata held were a joke - and held it forth towards his greatest friend and ally, "I only know of the rarest of crystals, because of my father..take care of it." Zaiden murmured, regretting the decision already, but he held his silence.

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]

Ashin exchanged weapons with him respectfully. "And don't go off to make another with the same properties, now," she said. "My greatest growth as a Force-user came when I had nothing but a knife, no impermeable armor, no flagship, no fancy powers. You'll grow without this sabre as a crutch, Zaiden -- I have foreseen it."