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

[Lucien Cordel]

"Looks like your slave drivers are calling ... and it is dinner time so I will leave you in peace" He stood up again and walked out. He walked back down the ramp and took his seat at the table.His slave knelt behind him "Slave I have a name for you ... Dranok, Now go and have my valet dress you you are showing me up" Lucien smiled and then picked up his class he clicked with his left hand "You slave here now ... Red wine" He ordered his voice moved quickly he engaged in polite conversation with those of lesser stature who felt they had been given the right to address him directly ... this party had highlighted to him just how much he hated the majority of people, but secretly he pined for one of his equals.

(@[member="Dranok Lussk"] & @Sargon Vynea can I as Dranoks trainer make a speech)
(@[member="Dranok Lussk"] if this causes offence I will change it)

 

[The Plague Doctor]

@[member="Rave Merrill"]

"Excellent. I will attend a second test if you can organise one." He said to Merrill. He sat down on a chair, as the wedding was going to start.

 

[Darth Torment]

Isis seen the slaves gather around the table and felt the pang of anger resurface but she could do nothing to alter the facts since as it was she was under the orders of the empress to not do anything to the wretched vermin, but she also needed an outlet for her anger... She feared her outlet would be one of the slaves and this made her skin crawl since she is totally against slavery, she killed one earlier out of self defense but still felt extreme guilt from it..they were a slave., but didn't deserve to die.

As she stood here she walked over to the table and took her seat next to @[member="Lucien Cordel"] and spoke to him with a low tone I can see you're enjoying the fun.... she hissed at him, she watched as he treated the slave like what he was, but at least @[member="Lucien Cordel"] treated him better than these vile creatures did.

 

[Velok the Younger]

@[member="The Plague Doctor"]

Rave looped a companionable arm around her boss's shoulders. "I will most definitely organize something like that. Brought you a present." She pulled a vial out of her pocket and handed it to him. "Here's an experimental strain. I wouldn't use it here, but this planet does have an awful lot of room for experimentation. We should look into expanding our Endor operation to Rakata Beta, I think...oh, looks like the wedding's about to start."

 

[Onrai]

"Now now, Isis... No reason to get all flustered over the situation. We'd be glad to enjoy your company, though."

Circe smiled. Isis was always welcome in her circle of friends. After all, they had been bonded since she performed those experiments on her, turning her into the Sith Poison-producing abomination she'd become.

And which she wasn't anymore, Circe felt...

@[member="Isis Fontana"] @[member="Elijah Rowlin"]

 

[Matreya]

@[member="Clara Foster"]

Zaiden smiled and nodded, "Hello. You must be Clara? I believe I have seen you around before.."

 

[Clara Foster]

Looking at the male with more of a grin Clara regarded him with confusion Have you now? she asked ignoring the rakatan call for dinner.

@[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]

 

[The Wrathful One]

The Wrathful One marched out of her with Shinju in tow. Her room was not inside the palace and she hadn't wish for it to be used in the first place. This Dranok Lussk was supposedly a warrior and warriors didn't marry in palaces. Behind her marched a hundred fully equipped Rakata troops, their gear did not mimic the ancient Infinite Empire.

It was the cutting edge of modern equipment, these Rakata were different, and more deadly then the others. Each carried a force pike in their right hand, and a tall shield in their left. Off their belts hung heavy blasters, and a series of grenades. The bridge herself wore no gown, but instead http://silfae.deviantart.com/art/Warlady-Met-sol-The-Treacherous-One-Rakata-31877578] ceremonial armor[/url] and her own force pike. Behind her she dragged a rather thickly muscled Rakata by chains.

As the party reached the door her entourage walked in before her surrounding the beautiful jade and lavender path on each side. When they were all in place they turned towards the path and rose their force pikes high over the path. Then they chanted, and while the words were alien there were no mistaking it was a war chant. Only then did the Rakata woman enter, her eyes filled with the glories of war to come, and hatred for all those too weak to grasp it.

Walking behind her came Shinju and her current husband, the thick Rakata Dranok would no doubt remember from the shipyards earlier. She marched up to her new husband with a quick look of disdain. This was no warrior he was an armchair admiral, but she must do what she must do. Turning to her new mate she grabbed up one of the double bladed weapons on the thrones and threw it at him. “Kill my former mate so this can be done with. I have an empire to build.”

((OOC: Alright lets rock this out and get to the party NO ONE CAN LIE IN! ))
@[member="Clara Foster"]@[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]@Pandeima@Rave Merrill@[member="Isis Fontana"]@[member="The Plague Doctor"]@[member="Elijah Rowlin"]@[member="Shinjū Aÿasha"]@[member="Valik"]

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden grinned "Of course. I am one of the highest ranking officers of the Fringe, I go where I please when I please, and during that time I saw you." As Zaiden finished he slowly extended his hand, as offering to lead the young woman forward to the dinner table where he would speak to her more. As he walked, he heard the princess come in and had to stifle a laugh. She was abysmal.

@[member="Clara Foster"]

 

[Clara Foster]

Clara took his arm in offering and as they walked toward the table she seen this hideous creature enter and then while leaning closer to the male @[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"] she responded in a hiss Looks to me Dranok got the bad end of the bargain, I mean she is frankenstines mummy she said with a low-cold hiss and then smirked at him to let him know she was joking and they continued to walk toward the chairs.

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden chuckled yet again, "Yes. She seems to have been baby sat by the beast from the lagoon doesn't she? Dropped out of the ugly tree." But he shrugged nonetheless, to each their own...still he was sure he'd give Dranok poodoo over the whole thing.

@[member="Clara Foster"]

 

[Garza]

As the woman walked down the lane to Dranok I could only see the anger on her face. It was full of hatered for the fact that she was to marry a human like person. I smiled and bowed my head. Only then did I hear her say to kill her former mate to ether prove his worth or just to say that she wasn't married and then get married only minutes later. Even then, I was shocked. I only wished that I had a weapon now as this would get very interesting.
@[member="The Wrathful One"] @Dranok

 

[Clara Foster]

She smirked at his comment as they got to the table and she found a slave standing near it Do you mind not drooling on the cutlery she hissed at it, it was most foul and had a snout instead of a mouth.... the thing was a bothan and a fugly one at that.

@[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]

 

[Shinju]

@[member="The Wrathful One"]

Shinju followed behind the Wrathful one, oh this was fun and her previous mate was here even. After their little thing in the room... Well the idea of just beating her into serving Dranok was gone, no this one knew how to do much and it was always fun to enjoy the moment of tearing someone apart. Now she took a position opposite Morna adjusting herself while seeing Lucien with a laugh. Letting Dranok have the kill would be fun, she was certain he wouldn't fail to preform and made sure all eyes, all attention was on Dranok. She wanted to speak and tell him to do it, they wouldn't laugh if he couldn't preform of course... Well maybe.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Ashin returned to her seat near @[member="Spencer Jacobs"], bearing two small plates of cake. Both small plates held large slices -- Spencer's because Ashin knew she liked a generous portion of cake, and Ashin's so as to not make Spencer feel bad. Plus, as they sat there and watched the wedding procession, Ashin realized that it was excellent cake. Really, really excellent.

She was overcome by a desire to tell Spencer that she had icing on her lip. She opted against that desire.

 

[Darth Torment]

Isis glared at @[member="Dranok Lussk"] when the request had been made and pierced into his with her judging eyes, a part of her wanted to rampage through the whole room and kill them all while another part of her wanted to just up and leave and leave this wretched planet below..... But she didn't want to see dranok stoop so low as to kill just because of a request... The man did nothing to him other than being the other suitor....she wanted to reach out with the force and guide dranok to not doing it but she was frozen to her chair from the request.

All she could do is sit and wait for it to happen, Isis was a sith but she did care for another life, she uses the dark side to protect herself and others but she would never use it to kill unless they were at war, but could Dranie? she asked herself and she continued to sit glaring into his soul trying to cope with the fact that this whole arrangement is now so messed up, stop him you fool! whispered the dark side into her ear make him not go through with it, you know once he crosses that line he will no longer be the sith you once knew... is this what you can live with? it taunted her and she remained frozen in her chair.

@[member="Dranok Lussk"].

 

[Lucien Cordel]

"How very common" Lucien smiled and fixed his eyes on the hag and the admiral.Dranok had since returned and knelt at Lucien's side.He had a piece of cake before him he passed a small piece down to his slave "is it poisoned?" He asked nonchalantly the slave shook his head so Lucien ate the cake.He felt fine. A soldier seated next to him "Lucien did I ever tell you ..." Lucien turned to here "It is Lord cordel to you and no you haven't but I don't care about you or your insignificant life" The soldier shut up and Lucien returned to the show

 

[Judas of Vahl]

@[member="Lucien Cordel"]
Dranok could feel blood boiling in his veins at the spoken words of the former teacher. Former teacher, emphasis placed in the Lord's thoughts at his surpassing of the man in every aspect minus rudeness. The Lord kept his mouth shut, every inch of his soul burning to wipe the smudge of a man from his plate of existence, but allowed the taunting to take place. He was under orders to refrain from killing, more so for Fringers than Rakata. Extravagance and pomp were the Knight's trademark, all of this resting atop the fact that this was the man that had ordered his daughter be tortured. However, a rather pleasant thought came to mind: he was this man's superior. Should this become an issue, Dranok could make him disappear with the snap of his fingers. Moments passed, bearing the relief of the incompetent fool's departure, leaving Dranok to straighten his tunic once again and unclench his fists.
@[member="The Wrathful One"]
The Lord Admiral made his way downstairs, admiring the attire of other guests and the remarkable artwork and decorations of his "wedding." Dranok would never refer to this as his wedding, merely the day he grew more powerful. He was not commanded by anyone, @[member="Ashin Varanin"] and the others of the Big Three were only followed by Dranok from loyalty. They were skilled in their methods, intelligent enough to prove themselves, and gained Lussk's respect in doing so. Those few people were the only things close enough to regard them under the title of close ally. Dranok had no need for friends, they were pointless, useless. Allies, supporters, and clients were the only real definitions in his book. He only hoped this Rakatan Princess would be more of an ally than supporter.

To his surprise, a young-appearing Rakatan female made her way to him, a multitude of soldiers trailing her along with a chained counterpart. His golden eyes surveyed the chained man, recognizing him as one of the warrior councilmen, the one that had spoken out of turn and grew angry. Dranok felt pity for the man, given his status on the council, he would make a useful officer in his new army. And now he was to die, judging from the look his fiancee shot him. What he didn't expect, was a doublebladed sword being fired at him by none other than the being he was to marry. Dranok knew the weapon's strengths and weaknesses by heart, his own preferred weapon being a saberstaff. The Lord didn't know which Gods to thank for the Force resting in his soul, but just knew he had to thank someone for it. His right hand shot out, the Force bending to his will to snatch the blade from the air and land safely in his hand. Now, the next thing was the thing he could not do.

"I apologize your highness, but I will not be killing this man. He has made himself useful, proving himself worthy to serve me. I do not kill those which support me, I kill those who rebel and stand in the way of my progress." Dranok dropped the blade to his side, stretching out his free hand to crush the chains containing the Rakatan warleader. "You serve me and me only. My foes are yours, my allies are yours." The Lord Admiral didn't stop to gauge his reaction, turning his attention back to his bride. "To fight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence; supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting."

He gave a curt bow, bringing the sword across his chest. "Lord Dranok Lussk, it's a pleasure."

(@[member="Lucien Cordel"] - Same goes to you! All of this is IC, so don't take it seriously!)

 

[The Plague Doctor]

@[member="Rave Merrill"]
"How generous of you." He said to her, then noticed what she just said. He slipped the vial into his pocket. He then motioned for her to go and lead the way. He was slightly tired. He reached into his other pocket and felt another vial. He forgot about that one. HE needed to show it to her, Anyway.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

From some corner of the little party, a raven-haired man looked about with mischievous blue eyes. Memories came into his mind unbidden. His aloof aura was replaced with a more maniacally apathetic demeanor, as if he would kill just to see what pattern the blood smears made on the floor. The last wedding he had been to had been such a hit: carnivorous plants, exploding cakes, and adulterous flow-walking Mandos. This one was so boring. Cannibal bride? Ick. Lame.

Mikhail gestured over to a servant carrying wine and whispered in the Rakatan female's ear, waving a hand over her head. Her eyes glazed over and she listlessly nodded, before continuing to carry the large wine jar. It seemed like it had been nothing more than an innocent conversation until she passed @[member="Dranok Lussk"] and turned suddenly, dashing the full contents of the wine jar upon him and shouting at the top of her lungs.

"YOU LYING BASTARD! YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME!"

In the corner, Mikhail smirked.