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

[Darth Torment]

Isis relaxed as soon as @[member="Dranok Lussk"] refused to execute the man and smirked at him, somehow nobody seen or hopefully sensed the rise of sudden emotions from the dark lady that is Darth Menace and so from her own mind she crawled back inside, her anxiety ceased with calming breathes, her mind refocused and her heart stopped pumping as fast.... She was alright funny thing dranok was right as he did nothing to him.

But the failure of emotions would reach their peak when the rakatan female walked up to @[member="Dranok Lussk"] and forced Isis to act by spouting off at the mouth, she grabbed the womans body with the force and held onto her and then stood Do you know who you are speaking to, Vermin! she said as she began to force choke the rakatan and held her in her own grasp robbing her of her life, but she did not kill her but sent her against the wall knocking her unconscious and sitting back down.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Isis Fontana"]

This is a problem, Isis. You just turned a whole planet against us. This is being broadast. There's one way and one way only that you and I and all of us survive today. I have to beat you up and send you offworld to rule the planet G'rho for me, and I have to give the Wrathful One Force powers.

"Excuse me, dear," said Ashin, standing and leaving Spencer. An immense arc of lightning slashed out from her hand and split to form a cage around Isis. Ashin stalked up to the dais. As the lightning assault faded around Isis, an assault more than sufficient to overcome any Knight and most Masters, Ashin bowed before the fallen Wrathful One, kneeling, and began to work her magic. She preferred not to use Sith Magic of this magnitude, but to bestow Force powers and sensitivity -- it was the only solution.

 

[Darth Torment]

(Lmao)

 

[Shinju]

Shinju looked as several things happened.... dranok refused, a woman threw wine in his face, Isis attacked and the commander was there now. She remained very still and looked at the large one. The one Dranok was supposed to kill as she slinked over standing next to him while her head drifted over. He was supposed to die so the princess could be married yes? That was the entire point and she took one of the pieces of cake being offered. With a bite of it she went to work. Then felt strange.... She ate some more and it was really good.

"You know Isis sweetie come here and kiss me. I need a date and am lonely the Wrathful one and former maid of honor were a pair of goers."

 

[The Wrathful One]

The Wrathful One watched all of this as she was blessed with force sensitivity. It was insulting and showed off the lack of respect within the Fringe, but their Lord Admiral was taking care of that. Stepping back she decided she might as well enjoy the cake as well. It was delicious and her absolute favorite. Looking back at Dranok she snorted. "Why they wanted you I'll never know. Couldn't even kill your rival." Looking over at Shinju she seemed to be lost in thought for a short moment. "You would have killed him. How would you like to be Empress of the Infinite Empire besides me? You at least are strong enough. Yes, Grand Admiral, this fool can be forgiven and this situation forgotten, but I require a new mate. A strong mate."

 

[Shinju]

@[member="The Wrathful One"] @[member="Ashin Varanin"]

Shinju hadn't thought about power like this.. In reality she hadn't actually thought much. With a look though at the one who Dranok had released and then at the Wrathful one... Then to Dranok and Ashin. A smile crossed her lips as she walked up to stand with her back to the male... Slowly a smile came across her lips before she turned. Teeth bared and crouched low leaping at him... Her legs latched onto him sending the man down to the ground as she straddled his chest. Her knees pinned him arms down for several moments before she snarled bringing her mouth down on his throat and her jaw nearly dislocated getting a bite of it.

Shinju moaned grabbing and pulling at his eyes stalks digging her thumbs into them until they went to mush, The sith rose coming up with a small red line of white glistening bone. The blood formed a crimson mask around her mouth while she turned and stared stomping on the flesh that was left... Then kicking back so the head went into Lucien's lap. Slowly Shinju walked forward seeing isis and the others. The Wrathful one was eating cake and Shinju got another piece standing straight with a laugh coming from her throat. The licking as she ran it along her fingers and arms. It was covered in gore.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

The screaming and shouting woman rampaging at him for Force knows what reason, the contents of her drink flying at Dranok. His eyes widened at the sudden attack, stepping back a pace and raising his arm that held the blade. Red wine splashed against his hand and splayed across the cuff of his sleeve, the remainder of the liquid projectile exploding on the floor. He wasn't angry, not even moderately irritated. Her actions would prove to be her last. Before he could even move, one of his Knights moved in for the kill rather than he. He mentally shrugged, not really caring about the current situation.

The Wrathful One's words were just too much to bear. The Lord Admiral cracked a grin and laughed, not a short, polite chuckle, but a full blown laugh. Her foolishness was just too entertaining. "I understand why they call you the Wrathful One instead of the Intelligent One. He was no rival to me, only a mere servant to my whim." His laughter eased down to a giggle until all that remained was a sly grin. He grabbed a napkin and dabbed at his wine soaked cuff, "If I am not strong, then what am I? Weak?" His predatory golden eyes shimmered with mirth as the words left his mouth. Oh this one, she'll be quite fun once I break her. The Lord was not thinking in sensual terms, merely in logical sense. His will would bend her own.

With that train of thought set in motion, he began to poke and prod at her newfound Force sensitivity. Bits and pieces of his memories flowed forth, images of his fleets wiping out entire populaces of worlds, his legions marching forth with blood covering their armor. He was a man of wits and action, only those who resorted to the opposite set of methods were either fools, enemies, or tools. His attention shifted yet again as one of his Knights bearing the name @[member="Shinjū Aÿasha"] began to satiate her desires with a slave. He strode to the side of the blood soaked interrogator, "Don't eat too many, my dear Shinju, I will deem them useful or not and you can have whatever I don't choose." The Lord reached out to tenderly stroke her cheek, his index and middle finger collecting a sum of blood before retracting. With fingers brought to his nose, he smelled the thick liquid, his sense tingling across his skin. "Hold out bait to entice the enemy. Feign disorder and crush him."

 

[The Wrathful One]

The Wrathful One watched with joy as her mate was killed. She would feed on his body later as long as it was still warm. That was one of her golden rules, she never ate a cold corpse. The one known as Dranok no longer interested her and as the cocktail inside of the cake seeped through her she no longer felt the need to hide this. Her semi-drugged mine was a myriad of sensation. Her first touchings on the force for the first time combined with the nights excitement and her own nature were a tempest of emotion. "Tell me, Eater of Flesh, would you rather be given the leftovers? The unwanted scraps off someones table? Or would you rather rule and mold in our strength? Rule besides me, take this throne and we shall take what we want from the galaxy!"

 

[Darth Torment]

Isis rose as things were heating up and she smirked at @[member="Dranok Lussk"]s words and the looked at the other talking and then walked around the table glaring at the woman until she came to the side of the Lord Admiral Yes dearest Shinju, become the queen of a lost realm... Because we all know this world is better left to being starved and left to crumble she ddin't hide her distrust for the wraithful one and then she looked to @[member="Ashin Varanin"]....

Nice try but I am still standing, Admiral she then looked to the slaves and chuckled What a glorious day this is...

 

[Shinju]

@[member="Isis Fontana"] @[member="The Wrathful One"] @[member="Dranok Lussk"] @[member="Ashin Varanin"]

Shinju listened to the Wrathful one and she didn't care about ruling.. Well okay an entire planet where she could eat whoever she wanted to whenever she wanted to and send out raiding parties. Her head turned to stare at the princess and a smile came while blood mixed with the saliva to drool down. "I would with yo..." Then Isis spoke and Shinju feeling the high of the cake, the lust of the kill and she let her words come out. "Isis sweetie, shut up and sit down. At the moment we are smoothing over your mistake." Slowly Shinju turned back to the wrathful one. "So what else needs to be done, this world, these delicious morsels need us as much as we need them."

 

[Darth Torment]

Isis from right now was struggling to hold back a furious force crush and really wanted to hold back but it was hard, she hated the fact there are slaves in the galaxy.... she hated how that Kiwi reacted, the whine from it's mouth... her heart shattered once she sensed the fear from the Suarian, she wanted so badly to execute the planet but as it were @[member="Shinjū Aÿasha"] was right. Isis did mess up, she tried to protect a friend and in doing so forced the fringe to be looked at as a potential risk... so as Shinju asked her to sit down and shut up she chuckled and sighed and then left the building so she didn't do anything else that would be deemed as stupid...


While outside tears came to her eyes and she weapt in silence for the fear that is overwhelming her on this planet, it's driving her nuts..making her lose her mind, and sending tears down her face.... It's...bad.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

@[member="The Wrathful One"] @[member="Shinjū Aÿasha"]
Dranok had moved from his position beside the Empress and instead to a table where he sat, bored. The majority of the wine had cleared from his sleeve cuff, but would remain as a stain, an irritating stain. A slice of cake sat before him, untouched. Dranok didn't like sweets, they were usually too sweet to his liking. He preferred solid food, not a little dessert. The wine, however, was half-full. He'd drank some, wanting to end the cries of his parched throat but also wanted to remain fully prepared. The Lord enjoyed stratagem, tactics, and planning. Whereas his bridge, or not, found pleasure in savagery and untamed killing. Pathetic.

Be that as it may, he could still have a little fun. He rose from the chair, took a glancing look at the Empress and Shinju before making his way to the detachment of soldiers that had trailed the Wrathful One. His specialty was kicking in, Mind Control, and it extended its tendrils throughout the minds of the Rakatan soldiers. Their souls echoed his silent call, their will bending them to become slaves of the Lord pacing around them. On the outside, they would act and appear normal, but on the inside all Dranok had to do was give an order and they would give their lives to him without hesitation.

He smiled at his handiwork, giving the soldiers a curt nod before departing to resume his conversation with the Empress. The grin still sat upon his lips as he caught the eye of the Wrathful One, "It seems you'll need an army to be able to fulfill that quest."

 

[The Wrathful One]

The Wrathful One merely turned back with a sneer towards Dranok. "An army? I have an army, an entire planet of an army. Soon that will be bolstered by my mating with Shinju and our empires shall become one. Be happy, we were not on a kin and would have been unhappy. You're not a warrior, but an armchair admiral. Sit, and enjoy then you can go about on your conquest again."

Turning back to her mate she smiled a toothy grin, her blood lust mixed with lust as she gazed over the blood dripping down Shinju. "Come then, let us have this wedding. Then we shall take our place on the throne of this world and with the Fringe, we shall force the entire galaxy to bend to our might. Besides, you look glorious in blood."

 

[Allyson Locke]

As everything unfolded Spencer sat where she was left eating her cake. She licked the frosting off of her fingers slowly
At one point she sat there with two of her fingers in her mouth. The cake was quite delicious and she had the urge to spill all her secrets to anyone around her. Continuing to use her fingers as silverware she licked the frosting once more and continued to watch the chaos.

"How exciting, this cake my Force"

She looked towards Ashin's and desired it.

 

[Shinju]

@[member="Dranok Lussk"] @[member="The Wrathful One"]

Shinju looked at Dranok and then at her bride as she just shrugged. Isis leaving meant hopefully the commander could do as needed but she spoke with a smirk. "Dranok now be nice, there is many things that can still happen and I well. It could be fun, so come on and wish me well." Slowly she turned to the princess and gave a nod. The sharpened teeth of the woman... Matched her sharpened incisors. "So shall we begin, we have worlds to devour."

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Sargon found the entire wedding affair to be a bit bigger then he was able to understand. Apparently the Lord Admiral had been about to marry the Rakata warrior, who then decided he wanted to marry the ... odd Shinju. Walking over quietly he stood behind the Grand Admiral's table to report on the security situation after speaking with the Rakata warrior caste. Giving a quick nod to the wife of the Grand Admiral he stood at ease and waited for the Grand Admiral to finish her business. He did however steal a small piece of cake while he waited. It was a party after all. Within a few moments he looked around at the mess and just laughed. "This is just a bit crazy."

Uncharacteristically Sargon simply took a seat next to the Grand Admiral's wife and grinned. "I think I saw this all once on a holosoap, I believe it ended with someone being buried alive. Its a bit much though, but I suppose the assets are worth it. Of course what do I know, I wasn't even invited."

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Isis Fontana"]

Ashin, unbeknownst to herself, was loaded with Bavo Six truth serum at the time that she followed Isis out of the wedding.

"You make trouble," she said. "All the time, wherever you go. But you need to stay here and learn to -- hey, listen to me." It was said without anger; it might have been said with sympathy. "You need to stay in one place and grow up a bit while you're here. G'rho is yours if you want it. Challenge me in public again and I'll have to kill you, not for my pride but because too much rests on whether or not I'm seen to be in charge. Billions of lives, gone.

"You need to lock out others' emotions, I think. Do it. And tell me what you're going to do for the Kwi."

 

[The Wrathful One]

The Wrathful One reached up with a hand and stroked Shinju's cheek. "That we do." Bringing her arm down and around Shinju's shoulder she guided her over to the set of thrones. Sitting upon the right one she arrayed her hand out to her side. "Join me then, and we will feed upon a galaxy's pain and submission." There was no disguising the look in her eyes, she was a woman who'd found something she wanted, and would have it.

 

[Darth Torment]

Isis finished up with her own teary eyes when Ashin walked up and then listened to the admirals words and she smirked at her when she asked about the Kiwi I intend to give it the home and compassion it needs, In time when I heal it's fractures I intend to train it to be a loyal and obedient hand of the fringe...it will be my lone partner in keeping us all safe. she admitted as she wiped away the remnants of her own tears and then noted on what Ashin said as she smirked.

I apologize Karrde, I am getting overwhelmed with the emotions of this planet, I think I am being given the ability to feel others emotions... and it's quite overwhelming. she spoke and collected herself.

@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Dranok shrugged at the Wrathful One, giving up on his hopes of ruling the entire world. Instead, he retreated back to his mind-controlled minions, ordering them to round up any and all soldiers present in the palace to make their acquaintance with Dranok, giving him the opportunity to mentally enslave each and every warrior he could get his hands on. They just kept coming, it was glorious to watch the endless stream of warriors making their way to him only to have their souls stripped from them and replaced with the will of Dranok Lussk.

The invitation did indeed say gift bags, it seems that his ship, the Astral Horizon was a big enough bag.