Rave Rezort: CIS Dominion of Thyferra

[Aspect of Defiance]

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“Imagine a galaxy where we can reverse the effects of devastating injury, stress, and the general symptoms of age in no time at all. From the leading scientists on Thyferra, we have something new, Bacta, as you have never seen it. From the breakthroughs of Rejuvenex we now have a revolutionary ambori formula that is so powerful—It can bring dead cells back to life. Now, you can stay healthy, strong, and young forever. Please see your doctor before treatment."​

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"Some side effects may occur.” ​

Bacta, for a variety of reasons, is essential in a galaxy where governing bodies tend to go to war at the drop of a hat. One snide remark from King to Queen or Sith to Jedi and it’s all “Bob's your uncle” - Hide your women and younglings for the foreseeable future. It is a precious commodity that can directly influence the success of the nation which controls it, but as if late, it’s been fairly hard to find. The world of Thyferra has been devastated by a variety of events and due to blazing fires could no longer produce as it once had. With the lack of bacta to export, business declined, and the world itself seemed to slump into an economic depression.

Out of a need to rebuild the Bacta Empire that they were known for the independent world of Thyferra set their best minds to work. They needed to make something hip. Something flashy—Something that would leave people talking from Kinooine to Gree. With that in mind, they started to experiment with a new bacta formula, which would hopefully replace the old ways of accelerating the healing process.

Naturally, with Thyferra being so close, and their reputation for being warmongering doom-bots, the CIS kept a vigilant eye on the entire process. The Ministry of Science agreed to back the research provided that the Confederacy was given a controlling interest in how the product was used and distributed. Ambassadors were sent, deals were struck, and another world was set to be successfully annexed into the fold.

It was hard work. Yeesh. Working with bitty bacterial particles was a pain in the...Shebs. When the project was over though the research was worth celebrating. Every test had gone right, there were no failed trials, and everything went swimmingly.

Thyferra, eager to show their worth, opened her doors to their new patrons and offered fully complimentary stays at their leading Medical Spa and Resort. Members of the scientific community especially, but also, members of the Confederacy and her allies were more than welcome to engage in some full-on R & R while they investigated the hottest new product in the Southern Systems market. Exportation to Geonosis would be ready by the end of the week.

What to expect upon arrival...

The state-of-the-art compound, dubbed Rejuvenex, is located in the newly rebuilt Xozhixi City. It is far more advanced than the everyday, run of the mill, treatment facility. Many areas of Thyferra still show signs of, well, scorched earth, but it’s to be expected. Bad things have happened to Thyferra in the past. It would be clear that a planet-wide effort had brought this city back to what it used to be. Rejuvenex boasts steam rooms, jacuzzis, massage parlors, treatment centers, rest centers, gift shops, walking trails and gardens with natural hot springs, and of course, a massive gathering hall that had been lavishly decorated for the event.

Music from local talent can be heard all over the grounds as guests arrive at the various entrances. Signs indicate the different activities available to all with most of the focus of the programmed activities being in the main gathering hall. There will be catered food, entertainment, plenty of liquor, and tons of Bacta Samples for anyone that wishes to partake.

Everything seems to have come off without a hitch. Appearances, though, can be deceiving.

In the bowels of the facility hide the scientists that slave day in and day out, working fervently, for a new form of Bacta to put Thyferra back on the map again. The work that they do there is mostly invisible to the people of the city—and that’s the way they like it.

Results are all that matter.

That is, until, their work started to turn against them. Before the dawn, something, went wrong. A botched sample or a contaminated petri dish, a slip, with a protective glove and a shattered microscope slide was all it took. One of the scientists had become very sick. Very ill, very violent, very quickly.

OBJECTIVES:

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Whelp. There’s nothing that the CIS likes better than a party. There is much to enjoy and plenty of attractions to keep one busy for a day or two. The gathering hall offers dancing, beverages, food, and entertainment while other areas offer a wide variety of spa-services. There are gardens meant to heal the soul, hot springs, and quiet places to find a moment of peace. Everyone needs a moment to get away from the crowds. The whole facility, aside from the sub-levels, are free to allow your imagination to roam. It sounds like a lovely break and some of you really deserve it.


Enjoy it while it lasts.

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You are smarter than the average bear. You’ve come to Thyferra for a slew of reasons. Curiosity, Duty, Greed, Secrets...Who knows. Either way, from the get-go, you know that something feels a little off. The staff of Rejuvenex seem to be kind and professional. Friendly, even. But there always seems to be something they aren’t saying. Secret whispers. Worried expressions, that immediately fade into phoned in niceness. Will you get to the bottom of it before it gets you?

For those that are the inquisitive sort, once the real party begins, will you be able to find a solution? Can you possibly find the cure for this unknown epidemic before it escapes the facility?

The people of Thyferra will be very sad to see their world on fire, again, if the threat cannot be neutralized.

As always, you can feel free to make your own adventure here. There could be opportunities to forge some profitable corporate bonds, as friendship is never stronger when death is imminent, or even a chance to save the damsel in distress. The sky is the limit when it comes to this—so feel free to enjoy! If the other two objectives don’t seem right for you, hit this one up, and go wild.

Work hard, play hard. Don’t get eaten.

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[Kerstan Blackmoore]

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Research was slow. Funding was in place, testing had even taken off, but the results were mediocre at best. Every new attempt only resulted in failure, and Kerstan could only take so much before he would lose his patience. In frustration he left his labs and research behind for some kind of diversion. Thyferra provided the perfect opportunity. His curiosity was piqued when a new batts formula was being announced, curious as to the science behind it. There would be other research there as well, and if he could perhaps sneak away from the evening festivities, Kerstan would be able to find the missing piece in his puzzle.

So, Thyferra was not going to be a diversion. Despite the party which was taking place, the Sith Lord and psychopathic geneticist was focused on one thing. Yes, there were beautiful women in revealing dresses, wine and champagne to go around. There were those who opted to explore the facilities and take advantage of the spa like atmosphere the resort and medical facility had to offer. Kerstan remained. His dark pants, offset by a white shirt, matched the black jacket he wore as for now he mingled among the guests. Perhaps others would be there he could use toward his own ends, and if at all possible, secure whatever secrets the place was hiding.

A wine goblet was lifted from a tray which passed by. The Blackmoore heir was loathe to be seen without the deep burgundy colored liquid at any party. While there were plenty of their wines to choose from, Kerstan had always preferred his to be the color of blood. His refined palette knew the proper pairings for each meal. One was not born into nobility without learning such things, however, Kerstan was rarely one to follow such rules, or any. Refinement was only for image, it satisfied the manners of a role Kerstan preferred to play. Today he would forgo the exact nature of his upbringing and lean on his expertise as a scientist.

He wandered about the room looking for those he knew, and keeping an eye out for those he did not. The medical team which had cracked this new formula was to be in attendance, and Kerstan was desperate to get close to them. It was a shame [member="Áine"] was not on his arm because her charm, and pheromones, would have all of the scientists eating out of the palm of her hand. It was an ironic thing that Kerstan knew he needed one of his own creations to finish and succeed with another. The revelation stabbed at the guilt he still felt over abandoning her so long ago, but made his heart leap at their reunion.

Gliding up to a group he did not know, Kerstan nodded. “It is a grand evening for a party. I hear congratulations are in order for a new formula?” The others looked at him and nodded. “Kerstan Blackmoore, I am a student of science and medicine myself. Perhaps once things have settled a tour could be in order?”

 

[Naedira Darcrath]

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Objective: Race to the Truth - Security​

Tags: [member="Madalena Antares"] + [OPEN]​

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Naedira sighed heavily as she walked into the Rejuvenex facility on Thyferra. The Knight had been to the formerly Galactic Alliance controlled space station but there had never been a good reason to step on the charred remains of this planet itself. In the years since in had been set on fire by a variety of factions it seemed to be doing better. Some of the vegetation had come back. From the air she had even seen what looked to be rolling rivers of freshwater. It was amazing what years of repairs could do with the terraforming efforts from orbit.

One city had been rebuilt. It was renamed after one of the major cities that had been lost. Mostly, it was nice. She had been assigned to security during the unveiling of the new bacta treatment. A lot of the Knights had passed, assuming it to be a boring detail, but Naedira knew better. Anytime the CIS got involved things usually went from “dull” to “interesting” in the span of a breath. She had sent a missive to [member="Alkor Centaris"] to let him know her whereabouts—But she didn’t actually expect him to show up.

He was a Knight Commander now. Technically, her superior. The dark-haired man had more important things to do these days that to partner up with her, or, to worry about the fact that she hadn’t really seen him since the Silver Jedi party. Naedira wasn’t worried. Centaris was strong, even if, he had the emotional capacity of a teaspoon. “Knight Darcrath reporting in. The entry points are covered appropriately but there isn’t any concern on the ground level. Just a lot a people with a lot of money drinking or blowing it away on miracle cures from the gift shop.”

She lowered her wrist and remained in the shadowed alcove. Naedira wasn’t entirely there to be inconspicuous. The CIS had arranged some level of protection for their people, as they usually did, but nothing screamed security like the Strike Armor of an Obsidian. She had no illusions that her form would cause people to stop and stare. If it weren’t for the obvious sidearms—The wicked sword that ran down the length of her spine would definitely do the trick.

Her hood lay flat while curling waves of auburn-haired fell over her shoulders. The sunlight was kind. There was light breeze, with laughing people, and happy faces… But she couldn’t help but notice that the resort was entirely fenced in. Not with a low, protective gate, but with full walls that were made of permacrete.

Security was pretty high for a place that was supposed to be a House of Healing.

But—Perhaps it was to protect corporate secrets. Or to keep guests safe. Just outside of Xozhixi City Thyferra was a wasteland. There were some patches of green, but mostly, it was terrifying. The people that were left seemed determined to rise up from the ashes though. Literal, ashes.

Naedira moved from her position and began to work her way deeper into the facility and perhaps into the indoor areas. She didn’t know all of the Knights that had signed up, or, all those that had been assigned—But she knew her duty.

"Heading into the Southern Sector...Over and out."

 

[Madalena Antares]

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Wearing: Obsidian Strike Armor
Wielding: Dyntech Power Staff | Yrkaa Sidearm
Tags: [member="Naedira Darcrath"] | + Feel free to join!

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Knight Commander Madalena Antares.

It had a beautiful ring to it. Yet as she had told [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"], the sweet joy of having been promoted to the position had come with a mixture of sorrow. Madalena had been titled on more than one occasion as the perfect soldier; leading from the front, taking care of her teammates, and all the things that came with it. Yet inside her chest she still yearned for him, wished the man who had opened the door that had let her walk the path to her personal elevation could have been there with her, could have witnessed it with her.

She had taken the new position with more than a grain of modesty, having preferring before now to work with the various subgroups of the Knights Obsidian on smaller things. Researching with the Archivists, training some of the Mandragora and Pathfinders, and so on. Madalena knew many of those who served as Knights, and she would know those she did not yet, even better. Even during her green days as a Pathfinder, she had fought hard to ensure that no man was left behind, stopping at near to nothing to get it done.

And now, on Thyferra, today was the first time she came out in all her glory. Her armor, while looking precisely like the Obsidian Strike Armor, had been colored a deep red, setting her visually apart from the other Obsidian Knights who would be there. That was the only physical evidence she needed. Had she known what the day might develop into, she might have forgone even that; even without the new rank, people followed her orders. There was little other choice.

Still, she could not help but be a little disappointed right now. She had gone with the Confederates to so many different planets, helped the Confederacy attain so many new worlds. There was always something new and exciting about it, always a fight to be had. But here… There was nothing.

Nothing tangible, by any means.

Certainly, more than a few reported about having some bad feelings about this. Madalena was amongst though group, which was what had made her choose to make her presence be part of those that would be guarding the facility. If something bad was to happen, this would have to be the source. Yet for the past few hours, there had been nothing.

Madalena chuckled at herself. She was almost sounding like her sister. A feeling that she welcomed, considering in everything else they had thus turned to be almost entirely different.

It was when she heard Knight Darcrath reporting though, that Madalena decided not to continue walking around on her own. Making her way to the Southern Sector, she arrived before the smaller brunette did.

Madalena remembered her. Remembered her from the mission she had led on Jamoura, where Knight Darcrath's duties and actions had been irreplaceable. The mission had only succeeded because of team work, yet Darcrath had done more than pull her own weight that day. She had also seen her on a few occasions after that, though not while either of the two were under KO-duty.

"Executor Darcrath," she greeted the other woman with a warm smile as she came into view, the glow of her eyes studying her briefly. Just as she remembered. "I'll be patrolling with you, at least for a bit," she let her know. Although it happened more often than not, Madalena was not a fan of any Knights being assigned to guard or patrol duty on their own. There was safety in numbers. And this, while having been so far an uneventful evening, was still a new place to them.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

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Goal: Try to relax
Peps: N/A

'You need to have a break', they said, 'you should take a vacation mother' they said, honestly her own children treating her like some frail nan. True she was only but age had not hampered her strength in anyway, she still have a few thousand years before time took it's toll. Unfortunately her offspring had inherited her stubborn nature, she was going to be going on this trip regardless of personal choice, it was easier just to agree and get things over.

So here she was, about to undergo some sort of spa treatment on this out of reach world. Not her first choice but it was free, and the workers seemed eager to get things done. Meant no waiting around for several hours on end like at some other fancy resorts, exclusively for member of the CIS.

Donned in a simple bath robe the navy haired women walked along the hallways toward the spa, already smelling the different aromas that would probably be used during the treatment. Perhaps an acquaintance would join, help make small talk to pass the time, who knew, this area was quite strange in all honesty.

 

[Romulus Revnar]

Objective: Race to the Truth + BYOO
Location: Rejuvenex

Bastards always looking to set the hook. Everything I've experienced over my life and the only constants are people are born and people die. Some people always looking for a way out of that last hurrah, and some people looking to enjoy every hurrah. Then there are the bastards that prey on them.

He took another shot of whiskey as he watched the nightclub writhe with neon lights and glittered bodies. To say he was underdressed and out of place was an understatement. The youthful, lithe bodies jostled one another upon the dance floor as the purveyors moved on the outskirts with haughty expressions of disdain for those not as equally impervious to the ravages of time.

Wrinkles formed at the corners of his eyes as he squinted through the blinding light show to focus on a decadently dressed couple in a corner booth hosting an endless line of greeters. Or more precisely, customers. As Rome watched a woman dressed in a sheer robe that left nothing to the imagination slipped into the booth, sliding credits across the table beneath a pink hued hand. The credits disappeared with a motion from the couple, in it's place some sort of aerosol can that he had seen many in the club partaking of. Work the transaction complete the pink lady departed only to have her seat taken by the next in line.

Rome swallowed another shot of whiskey and rose from his still at the bar to make his way along the wall. Along the way he received looks of nervous attention, casual dismissal, and outright shock at seeing a man displaying the ravages of time and normal attire attending the event. He shook his head in wry amusement as he bypassed the line and slipped into the newly vacant booth to look at the couple across from him.

"I believe you have the wrong seat grampa. Perhaps even the wrong establishment. Cherry, see the gentleman to a more ... acceptable venue." The man in the booth spoke over his shoulder to a massively muscled guard against the wall sporting a pink mohawk.

Rome leaned back in his seat and placed both hands upon the table. In one hand was a datapad with a young blonde woman prominent in the display. In the other hand was a slugthrower pistol loosely gripped with the barrel assumed lazily at the couple. He slid the datapad across the table before reaching over and taking the man's drink and taking a sip.

"Where is Val Xerxes? And don't worry, from what I hear the authorities are well paid not to attend this particular club no matter what the ... disturbances are. And I may be more weathered then you and your compatriots but my finger has perfect control."

As he spoke he tightened his finger ever so slightly, yet completely noticable, upon the trigger as he worked at the woman in the booth. He nodded at the datapad, his eyes never leaving the man's face.

"I know you get young girls addicted to your blend of spice cut with bacta. Then you use them for your other enterprises. I'm not here about that. I'm here for Val. Tell me what I want to know and I'll leave you to your business. Don't tell me and I'll be consoling your woman over your sudden demise."

He smiled carefree as he drained the man's glass. Zord, the man in the booth swallowed hard and looked at the woman on the datapad. "I'll tell you. Not because I'm scared if you but because your continued presence is bad for business. I sold her and several others to Rejuvenex for testing. Now go old timer."

Rome snatched the datapad back and slipped it into his long coat before rising and buttoning the jacket. His right hand flashed out smashing the pistol into Zord's nose with a spray of blood. Turning he placed the barrel under the guard's chin and cocking back the hammer.

"I think your employer might need medical attention. You best see to that."

Stepping backwards until out of range of the guard, Rome tossed the woman a wink before shipping the slugthrower into his coat pocket, hand still wrapped around the grips, and made his way out of the night club. Flipping up the collar of his coat he began to walk to where the party for Rejuvenex was beginning.

Seeing how he was underdressed for the event he slipped to the rear and grabbed a few boxes from a newly arrived transport dropping off supplies and made his way in following the others unloading the cargo. With the box dropped off he slipped away to make his way along several halls.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

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Location: Rejuvenex Facility | Objective: Investigate | Tags: [member="Naedira Darcrath"] [member="Madalena Antares"]​

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The darkness covered him from head to toe.

Deeper in the facility, Cardinal moved about with an uncertain gaze. He had been dispatched to this planet by his brother, a brother who had not been overly impressed by him as of late. Perhaps this was a chance to mend some of the damage that had been done when Cardinal was removed as the Dominus Prime of the Knight's Obsidian. Or maybe it was a simple milk run to keep Cardinal busy in the mean time. Since he had been removed from the Knight's the man had no order to call his own, no structure to report to or operate within. Maybe that was better, he was quickly learning that he operated well enough on his own.

He moved down the corridor, not entirely sure of what he was searching for. When Darth Metus began receiving unsettling reports from the world, he had ordered the Knight's Obsidian to be dispatched, so why had Cardinal been sent here?

The halls were a shade of gunmetal, just a bit darker than grey and they did well to add to the darkness. There were lights, small wall lights every few meters to break up the shadowy hall. Still, it was easy to find closure in the darkness if one needed to. The man's footsteps were shallow, barely making a sound as he moved down the hall with his hand wrapped around the hilt to his short spear.

Soon there was a louder set of footsteps, more rushed than his own. No, two sets of them. Immediately, the large man wrapped himself in the Force, pulling himself out of the light and ducking into the safety of the darkness. His sunburnt eyes gazed out into the hall as two men in black lab coats rushed down the hall, running past him. They spoke in a hushed tone, even in this empty hall.

"It's loose, we have to find it! Now!" One of the men called out, before the other swatted his shoulder, cursing him silently to silence him. Cardinal waited until the two men disappeared into the darkness before he stepped back into the light with cold narrowed eyes. So, something was going on here.

 

[Áine]

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Wearing: [xxx] | [member=Kerstan Blackmoore]​

Upon hearing of the medical marvel Thyferra had produced, Áine found herself unable to resist the lure of seeing it with her own eyes. The notion of something that could regenerate dead cells had interesting implications across the board. Families with lost love ones could be reunited, necrotic diseases could be wiped off the face of the Galaxy, you could even find yourself creating entirely new life. It was this last of these notions that caught the experiment's interest. She herself was a creation of many different species, she held no claim to a specific culture and her genetic makeup was completely unique. Part of her was curious at what kind of life this bacta would create, and if she was curious others would be too. Where there was the potential for new and never before seen life, there would be him. Her creator. The only man who could claim to own any part of the siren. The only man who she would willingly admit held a remote trace of power over her.

Opalescent satin heels made rhythmic taps against the floor as she dove into the thick of the party. Sheer white material clung close to her skin, a stark contrast to the blood red locks that tumbled wildly over her chest. The more time she spent under the Confederacy's wing, the more she found them to be exceedingly beneficial. Before her arrival she had simply flitted from one rich lap to the other, but she had always lingered too long in the fear that the next benefactor wouldn't be found quickly enough. Now she had a plethora of nobility and rich alike to pick from. The Confederacy had handed her an address book of prey, and this was how she saw the people who stood conversing pleasantly with one another. Prey. Fortunately for them, she wasn't here to hunt. Intense emerald eyes scanned each face, though they didn't linger for long. They were intent on finding one in particular.

He was incredibly hard to miss. As always he dominated the room with his presence and his power. Even beside the waves upon waves of darkness rolling from his form, Kerstan seemed to make himself known. Everything she knew about grandeur and opulence had come from him, and apart from the single occasion where they had wound up at a party together, Kerstan had never seen her in action. She was eager to show him how well she had learned. A grin pulled the corners of her painted lips upward as she wound in between the party goers, picking up a glass of crimson wine along the way. Áine refused to focus on the torrent of heads that looked her way as she moved, she refused to acknowledge the eyes that traced the sculpted curves her dress revealed. For once she was not focused on snapping up an unwitting man to do her bidding for the course of the evening. Why would she bother when she already had the perfect one across the other side of the venue?

'Kerstan.' She moved with grace as always, fluid footsteps almost gliding across the marbled floor. Once by his side the contrast between creator and creation was stark, but the way she slipped her slender arm into his nobody could deny that they belonged together. 'What a pleasant surprise.' Of course, there was no surprise about it. Áine had expected him to be here, and she would have been sorely disappointed if he hadn't been. Her emerald green eyes glanced up to his weathered face, her crimson lips holding a smile that she reserved only for him. 'Did I hear you mention a tour? I would be beyond interested to know the facilities on a more... intimate basis.' Melodic tones lilted with her words, each one spun to capture attentions and tug at heartstrings. The siren knew how to do her job well because her question was directed at the one who had fallen hardest. The one who stared with open disregard to social conventions. The one who's jaw had dropped the moment she walked into the room. A nubile young thing who was eager to please.

The moment his agreement to her question came, her gaze trailed from Kerstan's face to the gathering of scientists in front of them. So far, in her half a millennia of life, none had refused a request she had made. Ordinarily they were selfish requests, meant to benefit her and only her, but now they had found each other again the dynamic had changed. Her selfish purposes were still just that, but Kerstan had simply become a part of it. He was hers, and she was his. Whatever Kerstan wanted, Áine was bound to get him one way or the other.

 

[Kerstan Blackmoore]

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[ wearing: xxx | w. [member="Áine"] ]​

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Her voice was sweet like honey, and light as a feather carried about the morning breeze. For the briefest of moments it caused Kerstan to turn and regard the sultry and smooth way Áine entered waltzed through the bodies which litterred the room. A smile tugged at his lips as his attention returned to those he was conversing with, knowing that she would soon slide her arm into his where it belonged. Áine had her own way of capturing a room. Where Kerstan’s presence commanded and demanded attention, Áine’s stole it subtly. With her at his side there was no doubt all eyes would be on the pair, just as Kerstan liked it.

“I could say the same, though perhaps you will steal me away before the need to shatter some poor soul’s wine glass is necessary?”

Kerstan chuckled as he turned back to the men who now had their gaze fixed on Áine. She did not know what his plans were in regards to why he was there, but she knew him well enough to know. Before his jest could even come to an end she was already giving him exactly what he needed, the edge that her presence could provide, that his could not. Yes, he would eventually have gotten his tour, but not without some kind of effort put into convincing the gathered group why he deserved one.

His eyes wandered over the young scientist which seemed to only have eyes for Áine. “You have already done a far better job than I ever could in such a short amount of time,” his thoughts invaded the fiery redhead’s mind. Kerstan could not be more pleased at the way he designed her, nor at the foresight to make himself immune to her charms. She already had the scientists eating out of the palm of her hand, and Kerstan was more than pleased when the young man nodded, and motioned for them to follow.

The others stood by and simply shook their heads.

“A pretty face and young fool, at least there is nothing of note down there.”

Kerstan overheard the conversation as they left, and smirked as he pressed his mind into that of the group. It was a cover naturally. Deep in the underbelly of the facility secrets upon secrets lay hidden from the view of the public. Kerstan needed access to it, and this poor fool trapped by Áine’s ways was going to be the one to get it for them.

The wine in his glass was drained, and he set the empty glass on another tray which passed by. His hands tugged at his suit jacket, pulling away whatever wrinkles may have been visible. Dark eyes wandered over the woman in front of him, admiring her dress and beauty properly for the first time since her greeting. He had told her she was perfection the day she woke, and Kerstan still believed it to this day. The scientist she was leading to the slaughter certainly believed it. If the boy thought he was going to get to taste the sweet reward of his chivalry, he was sadly mistaken. Death was the only thing waiting for him at the end of this.

“We can start with the labs, and then perhaps… well, I shouldn’t offer it actually. I could lose my job here.”

The young fool, blonde and a little quirky looking, turned his head back to Áine with a sheepish smile almost begging her to ask. It was as though he was looking for a chance to show off. Kerstan could only smile.

“Milk him for all he is worth.”

 

[Keira Cerdulan]

Objective: Forget the Night
Location: Rejuvenex, Gathering Hall
Tags: Currently none

[SIZE=11pt]Partying was easy, if Keira had two skills in life it was flying, and partying. Which truthfully, was not surprising considering just how much of a little ball of energy the Corellian was. And she had gotten [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]lots [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]of practice as a Pirate and almost just as much when she had flown with Mastiff squadron.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]So heading over to some dumb rock that made magical healing juice and making sure she’d forget the entire night was a normal week. Might even meet a person or two in this whole confederacy thing, never hurt to have some connections to hide behind if she ended up knocking out someone’s tooth.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]In what could be considered a normal week, the pilot rose her head up from the table and wiped her nose off, in an all too familiar scene she kicked her feet up and watched half a galaxy form in front of her for a brief few moments. The good stuff. With all those old “rules” and “regulations” (also known as the looming threat of summary execution) out of the way, relaxing like this felt much more satisfying than it usually did. [/SIZE]

 

[Adelle Bastiel]

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Location: Hot Springs
Tag: Whoever wants to join



The hot springs were unlike any other Adelle had been. Granted, she'd only ever travelled to two hot springs: most resorts simply didn't have them or charged an insane amount of credits. But Rejuvenex and Thyferra seemed to be in a giving mood, particularly when it came to the Confederacy and its deep pockets. Adelle leaned back against the edge, feeling the near-scalding water rise up her neck. Maybe one of these days, her contract medical work would turn into actual employment by the Confederacy. She soaked in relative solitude; the hot springs were large enough, with plenty of side pools and grottos, that a private conversation or even meditation was possible. And that was something she desperately needed to do.

And desperately dreaded doing.

Na'an. Indomitable, infuriating, inescapable, and intriguing. Adelle had gone around in circles in her head over this about a thousand times now. Her talk with Leigh following the dance at the festival had helped her see that Na'an wouldn't break from her own past trauma. But now Adelle wondered if that was something Na'an deserved to be saddled with. Gods knew she couldn't figure it out at home. Na'an's presence often proved distracting to whatever deep thinking Adelle wanted to do. And Leigh. Leigh kept giving her looks and while that didn't necessarily mean anything, it also didn't mean nothing.

Adelle sank deeper into the water. Maybe she could put off thinking for just a bit longer.

 

[Jari Valnora]

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Location: Reception Desk (Rejuvenex Building)​

Wearing: Obsidian CR Ring, Personal Molecular Shield, Talisman of Reflection, Advanced Combat Lenses​

Armament/Equipment: Dynetech Powerstaff, H-13 Slugthrower Pistol, Obsidian Squire​

Objective: Race to the Truth​

Tags: Anyone​

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“Good morning, Sir.” The voice came from a petite figure that sat behind the main reception desk of the Rejuvenex building. “Welcome to Rejuvenex - the pride of Thyferra.” She continued, her voice one of a dainty texture. “How can I help you, Sir?” Not a single time did she make a movement from her seated posture. Her eyes would only flick away from the holo display before her for short bursts before returning once more. She was dressed in white, simple clothing, with long, flowing blonde hair. He eyes were green as emeralds and her face soft. She was thin and had a rather short stature, making it so here eyes barely managed to crest the counter-top when she was seated up her stool.

Jari continued his approach, his white overcoat caressing his body and his hands tucked away into the pockets of his pants, forcing the coat back. His sky blue eyes flashed around the room, taking in every bit of its pristine cleanliness. Even the ficus tucked into either corner at the entrance had been perfectly trimmed. But, the perceived perfection of the room seemed to rub the man wrong. No where was ever this pristine. There were always signs of traffic and through fare. But, realistically, Jari didn’t have anything he knew to be fearful of other than the hushed murmurings that something afoul was at play, whether that evil was intentional or not.

As he reached the counter, Jari turned and fell to a lean-to position against the counter, catching himself against it with his left elbow without removing a hand from either pocket. His gaze was turned toward the receptionist, studying her for a moment. He was just about to speak when she chimed in once again.

“Sir? What can I do for you today?” She leaned back in her chair and gazed toward him now, locking eyes in the process.

Jari gave a slight wince and turned his gaze from her and rolled over on the counter so that his back was now leaned against it instead. His hands freed themselves momentarily, but were tucked away as he crossed his arms across his chest. “I believe I’m supposed to be having an interview today for the current opening. However, I’m not sure where I am supposed to go.” His voice was deep, and held a slight rasp.

In all honesty, Jari was not here for any kind of interview for an opening at Rejuvenex but he spoke confidently and quizzically enough that he hoped the receptionist would take it.

“I’m sorry, Sir, but there are no interviews on the schedule for today. Are you certain it was for today?”

“It’s what the message said. Surely there must be some kind of mistake in the scheduling in the system.” Jari’s eyes scanned around the reception area again, and he turned himself around so that his arms now rested on the counter-top, yet his gaze was turned downward.

“Honestly, Sir; you are not in the schedule.” She motioned to the holoscreen which displayed a small, blank calendar. “Do you know who was supposed to complete your interview with you?”

Jari sighed with a disappointment and then turned his gaze his upward toward her again, locking eyes was more. “It was supposed to be with Dr. Surah, I believe.” Although it might seem as if the name had been poofed straight from thin air, it hadn’t. Dr. Surah had been a name that he’d glimpsed on the monitor when the receptionist had motioned toward it before, as well as the name had appeared on a few banners he’d notice come across various holo displays to the point. This Dr. Surah seemed to be a pretty big name here.

“Let me see what I can do for you, Sir. What did you say your name was again, Sir?”

“I hadn’t, but I am Dr. Jari Valnora. Thank you.”

 

[Luca Donskoi]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: Gather Hall, Thyferra[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]Objective: Party Like a Rockstar[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]Tags: [member="Daisy Americus"] | [member="Oax Ordo"] | Anyone Else[/SIZE]​

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Nothing these days seemed to scream Mandalorian material more than a strong liver and a hardy taste for the wild range of alcoholic beverage ordained by the greater galaxy. And, well, Cathaoir was just that. Older? Certainly. But it wasn’t as if age had softened him in any way. No, if anything, age had hardened him. And age had allowed him to see just how far those that mustered the spine to even call themselves Mandalorian these days had fallen. Hell . . . it would be a wonder if he hadn’t been declared Dar’manda by the one that stood above the United Clans of Mandalore for failing to bend heel as so many already had. But alas, that was a different time, was it not?

Cathaoir found himself at the bar now, buy’ce laid carelessly upon the bar and a large frothy stein in hand. His thoughts had drifted far from the days of old and so far as he was concerned, only he and one other had remained true to the clan.

He pulled the stein to his lips, a took a long gulp of the frothy liquor within.

 

[Daisy Americus]

Location: Rejuvenex Gathering Hall [Bar] - Thyferra​

Objective: Party Like a Rockstar​

Tags: [member="Cathaoir Ordo"] | [member="Oax Ordo"] | Anyone Else​

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Daisy spun in a little circle. Man, this was familiar. Every time she attended an event that the Confederacy was involved in she was left to “oooh” and “aw” over the sheer amount of effort and money they threw into things. Haseria was simple living. Small, comfortable ranch-style homes, with tidy farmland, and more than enough moonshine to go around. The most exciting thing that happened there was a dust storm.

The golden-haired Mandalorian was without her armor. She wasn’t a warrior today. At least, she aimed not to be, and instead planned to enjoy herself. She knew that [member="Madalena Antares"] was about, taking care of business, so she felt safe enough. There was the sound of people laughing, talking, and just in general having a good time. She could have done with a little more shouting and a few fistfights—But for the most part this was as good as it got.

“Ah landed to Thyferra just fine. You should see this place…Ah don’t think ah’ve ever seen this many people so excited about somethin’ that equates to beauty products.”, she spoke into her comm, sending the delayed transmission to [member="Kaden Farr"], whom had become what she considered a friend. Often, she left little messages for him to find when he got done doing whatever it was that he liked to do in his spare time. “They’ve got alcohol ah can’t even pronounce.”

She wore a sundress with little flower patterns and a black bathing suit beneath it. Beautiful blue-green eyes were hidden from view with a pair of sunglasses and her feet were protected by a pair of soft flats. It was what she might have worn around Haseria. Man, it felt strange. Her beskar was safely tucked away on her gunship, as were most of her weapons, but she did have a slugthrower in the bag she held over her shoulder.

As much as she wanted to be a tourist…? It was hard.

The young woman wandered up to the bar in the Gathering Hall and took a seat on an empty stool beside a man dressed in beskar. It didn’t shock her. More and more Mandalorians were showing up in CIS space just because there was a general live and let live policy. They got to earn a living doing what they did best, shooting things, raiding, and being general pains in the shebs. “Do you have any tihaar?”, she asked the bartender sweetly, though, her accent was thicker than a week-old bowl full of oatmeal.

“I apologize miss I believe we just ran out. Have you ever tried Corellian Whiskey?”

Daisy frowned. She didn’t really deviate from her drinking habits. Her lips quirked to the side while she tried to make a choice and instead glanced down at the stein the man [[member="Cathaoir Ordo"]] beside her was nursing. “What are you havin’? Care to do me a favor and recommend somethin’ good?”

Her hair sat high on her head in a ponytail and bobbed when she moved. Between tanned skin, her obviously relaxed attire, and generally sweet disposition—It would be hard to tell that she was Mandalorian.

“Ah’m never good at choosin’ when ah barely recognize what’s on the menu.”

 

[Alessandra Creed]

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Objective: Find Bacta that Won't Kill Me​

Tag: [member="Adron Malvern"]​

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Alessandra walked easily through the crowds that filled Rejuvenex and felt her eyes slip over the pristine grounds that the treatment facility had to offer. Most of her morning had been spent buried beneath the more annoying details of hammering out deals between the Confederacy and Thyferra. Thankfully, it was fairly straight forward. They had agreed to become a member world if they held the cornerstone on providing bacta to the Droid Nation. That was, truthfully, an easy agreement. Probably the easiest concession she’d ever had to make.

No where else in the Confederacy did they have a completely steady, reliable, supply—and kolto just didn’t cut it.

At any rate, since negotiations had gone smoothly, she had resigned herself to simply enjoying the festivities for the duration of their stay. She wasn’t entirely keen on this world, mostly, due to a rather vicious bacta allergy but the scientists here assured her that she would be perfectly safe. They even had a formula that might not send her into anaphylactic shock. It was good news. Or, it ought to be. At the moment there was nothing to suggest otherwise, but, pregnancy made her cautious. Anxious.

Crossing the small plaza, just outside the north entrance, she moved to meet the fiancé she had been deprived of. It had been at least two weeks since she had last laid eyes to him. Between her duties as the Minister of Commerce and his responsibilities as an Exarch they’d been pulled in opposite directions. It was entirely against his will. Truth be told, she had only mentioned that she’d be traveling after Adron was already several systems away. The sight of his face made something that had tightened in her chest unwind.

Was it worry? Concern? Or had she just missed him?

Alessandra walked forward and slipped her arms around his middle, ignoring duty, ignoring protocol. Her stomach was well and truly swollen beneath a complimenting wine-colored dress. Raven hair fell down her back in rolling waves, and she simply stopped, feeling her emotions start to come up her throat. She wanted to speak. Say something…But she couldn’t. She might cry.

Having a little parasite really, really sucked.

Her arms tightened around [member="Adron Malvern"]’s waist while people streamed around them and into the facility. She didn’t dare look up at him and instead kept her face pressed into his shoulder, hiding the perfectly applied mascara, and a set of deliciously crimson lips. “What took you so long?”

Of course, it was his fault that she had agreed to travel to far, when he, was preparing for war. Adron and this child…They were everything to her. The world she had known in recent months had gotten desperately smaller. She never saw her sister anymore. She hadn’t spoken to her parents in what felt like years. They had their own lives to lead. Her father would care about his grandchild, but, she hadn’t spoken to her mother in so long…She just wasn’t even sure what to say.

Give her books to balance, payroll to figure out, and she was golden. Figure out her family?

Not a chance.

Slowly, she drew back, but only so that she could lean up to kiss his chin.

‘I love you.’

 

[Áine]

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Wearing: [xxx] | [member=Kerstan Blackmoore]​

As always his smile was enough to capture her heart, enough to make it skip a beat in the steady rhythm it had been making for centuries. At his quip she couldn't help but roll the shimmering emerald pearls, coupling it with a shake of her head that shifted the scarlet curls across her chest. 'Perhaps. Though you have nobody to blame but yourself for that poor woman's dress. I dearly wish I could, but I take no credit for that lovely white... thing being ruined.' Her porcelain face tilted to flash him a cheeky grin that saw the whites of her teeth displayed proudly. Envy was not an emotion she was accustom to feeling, and her first dose of it had come rather unexpectedly. Some how she had managed to make the ugly emotion look beautiful, but she had still loathed the feeling. What's more she loathed that it was Kerstan that had caused it, but that was a more complicated story.

It felt all too natural being by his side, even more so now that they were engaged in what she was designed to do. What he had made her for. It had been five hundred years since she had last had this chance, the chance to stand by her creator and make him proud. Áine beamed at his praise, though cleverly disguised her pleasure by directing it toward the scientist who agreed to her request. By now she was used to the rumbling words echoing in her mind, and she was all too eager to reply in her own melodic tones. His mind felt like home. 'Thank you. Though I know you're already doing it for yourself, I would perhaps stroke your ego further and congratulate you on a job well done, but this one was too easy.' As the young man directed them toward a set of sliding glass doors tucked away behind an advanced security system, Áine took the chance to set her bright gaze on Kerstan. 'I'll save the compliments till I'm presented with a real challenge.'

Though she needed no prompting, Kerstan's words set a fire blazing in her heart. She took his encouragement as permission to leave his side and instead attach herself to the unfortunate soul who had become her prey. For Áine, this was the best part of the hunt. The immediate trust she gained from slipping her arm into theirs, the quickening of their heart as her sweet perfume filled their nostrils, the enamoured looks they gave as they fell deeper into the honey trap. Their steps sounded perfectly in sync as he carried them toward the corridors that hid their secrets. Of course she was intrigued by the things the laboratory offered, but eventually everyone gathered at the party would get the opportunity to see them, and Áine wasn't interested in what everyone else would see.

A soft gasp of surprise left her lips as her hand reached out to playfully push the young scientists shoulder. 'You tease!' Her delighted exclamation was followed quickly by a smile that was designed to implore and entrance. 'How awful of you to excite me so! Will you tell me what it is at the very least?' He could only grin sheepishly at the expression on her face, he couldn't even seem to look away as he quickly entered the complicated pass code into the security pad on the door. She loved to see the expression on their faces when they thought they had her hooked. 'I don't know...' He spoke with a wavering confidence, almost afraid that he would lose the excitable interest he'd garnered from her. 'If anyone caught wind that I showed you, I could get into big trouble.' He dangled the bait that was meant to further her desire, entirely unaware that it was exactly what the huntress was after.

When the door finally opened in front of them Áine allowed them to walk a little ways down, enough so that the party they left behind sounded little more than a gentle hum. The lithe woman made a fluid movement that saw her frame stop their guide in his tracks. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, she curled her willow fingers around his and drew his hand close to her chest. 'Your secret is safe with us, and I promise you won't lose your job. Will he, Kerstan?' Her emerald eyes sparkled brightly. Nobody could resist her promises, because they were never lies. Merely twisted versions of the truth. He certainly wouldn't lose his job for showing them whatever it was Rejuvenex was hiding. His life? Definitely. But at least the job would be his until his heart stopped. The sandy blonde prey still seemed hesitant, perhaps because the question she directed at her creator had forced him to remember that Kerstan was still there. Áine had to admit, if she didn't know Kerstan personally he'd be quite intimidating. Especially to someone with such a slender frame as her prey.

When he turned to look back at the crimson haired woman she had moved, standing closer than a stranger had any right to stand. 'Don't you trust me?' She loved to say the words, she loved the way they fluttered with a modesty only she knew was false. They stood her hair on end, sent shivers down her spine, quickened her heart beat till her cheeks flushed a soft rose. She loved to see their faces filled with panic as they rushed to ensure her of their devotions. 'Of course. Of course I do!' He fumbled over his words, nodding with an almost determined vigour. 'Then show me.' Áine rewarded him with a beaming smile that lit her face up with a pure and innocent glow. He was ready. Eager to impress. She had done her job. Without needing to say another word to him, the young scientist gathered the willpower to break away from Áine and gesture down the corridor to Kerstan and herself. 'This way, please!'

 

[Kaden Farr]

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w. [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | wearing: xxx​

[member="Daisy Americus"] had left Kaden a message as to her whereabouts. She had been doing little things like that lately, small missives he often came home to at the end of his day, or from whatever he had found himself doing. As of yet, he had not told her about [member="Darth Elyria"]. There was something innocent about the blonde which Kaden was loathe to corrupt, and he knew his commitment to his mother was bound to do so. Daisy was the only bright spot in his otherwise dark existence, and while he had been among the living working toward the eventuality that Selene would walk among them once more, Kaden had often found time for the blonde Mandalorian which seemed to be tugging at whatever humanity remained alive inside of him.

He supposed if the party was that good he needed to check it out. In fact he might as well surprise her by bringing a familiar face along to enjoy the outing with. Kaden had become keenly aware of how close Daisy was with [member="Scherezade deWinter"]. The two had been seen together a few times, she’d been there on some occasions Kaden had “haunted” Daisy. There was also a darkness about her which had Kaden curious to get to know her better. It was a necessity and his mother wanted to gather more children to her side, but also because of how close she was to Daisy. Kaden couldn’t help but think the blonde wouldn’t leave messages for just anyway.

A message was sent to Scherezade once Kaden was ready to depart. Thyferra would not be a long trip, but the party was a bit unique considering it’s location. For one, Kaden did not know the last time he had gone for a swim. The sheer idea of being in water for anything more than bathing was something the Mandalorian did not often indulge in. Besides, Daisy had promised alcohol so fancy it couldn’t be pronounced. That had to be tried.

The flight itself had been quick, but Kaden had picked up on something, a sensation, or presence that could not be ignored. His curiosity had gotten the better of him, so without thought he simply opened his mouth. “Daisy said fancy booze, so let me buy you a drink, then you can tell me what think about Selene.” Unless Kaden was wrong it was her touch he sensed on the woman. As his sandaled feet carried them toward the bar, he gave Scherezade an inquisitive look. “Oh… and then we can talk about Daisy… I uh… well… I need to know some of what she likes for a surprise, and you better stay hush about it okay?”

 

[Kerstan Blackmoore]

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Naturally Áine blamed him for the actions which led to ruining the white dress of the benefactor Kerstan had secured for their work. Envy was an emotion that did not suit a creature of lust, and yet Kerstan loved that it displayed itself in his creation where he was concerned. It made him giddy inside knowing that he had the power to make her feel possessive of him. Everything about the situation was not planned. From the moment he decided to make her it had never been for companionship. He certainly never imagined his heart would belong to her and her alone, Kerstan had often been told he had no heart. Áine had been one such person to tell him that at one point. The dark master of life and death had fallen victim to the truth that plagued every creator. Kerstan loved his creation, and whereas others were made to feel those things for her, Kerstan did so out of his own volition. He was well aware that the power he had over her was nothing compared to the power she wielded over him. She was his weakness, and the only one to know she was.

"We both know who caused the glass to break... but I will gladly accept the blame. It pleases me to know you regard me as yours."

Yes, he had no issue letting her know that he knew precisely what was going on. It did not bother him in the slightest, and she was the only one who would ever be allowed to make such a claim. He was hers, because she had claimed it, and because he allowed it. Yet despite the joy which came from knowing this, his heart was more ecstatic at the opportunity they now had. In the 29 years he had raised her, shaped her, trained her, and molded her, they had never worked in such a way together. Kerstan had always insisted on taking her out so she could see how it was done, but never once had they worked a room together toward the same common goal. It was a genuine surprise that she had slipped into his arm at the exact moment he had wished for her, but it had saved him time, something she seemed to wave off.

"Too easy, yes, but still further along than I would have been able to do alone. I promise there are more challenging targets ahead. This formula was simply too intriguing to pass up the opportunity. You should not stroke my ego for giving into my curiosity."

A fact she already knew about him, and that his ego drove him more than anything else. She had cursed his pride when they reunited, and now she teased it. He admired how she knew exactly how to bait anyone she deemed a target. While Kerstan was immune to the perfume which now intoxicated the young scientist, she had baited him in other ways. Dark eyes watched on as she left his arm and padded ahead to the unsuspecting young man ahead of them. The brooding figure held back, remaining quiet as he listened to their exchange. His desire was to watch the woman work, to see her do the thing he had made her for. Kerstan would be lying to say that she was so convincing it did not breed a bit of jealousy in his heart. Patiently he reminded himself that she was simply doing what she was made, and that the things which looked real were nothing but a deception. The way she played with the man, it was like a predator with her prey. She was the black widow, dark and alluring, her charms irresistible to the man who was hanging off her every word.

Kerstan rolled his eyes at the way the young man tried to capture Áine's interest. By the time he knew he was the one caught in her trap it would be too late. Her soft voice turned back to him as her gaze landed on his patient eyes. Would the man lose his job? "I certainly will not be telling anyone. Perhaps you are simply dealing with an emergency inside," he suggested as he waved his hand, adding his own ability to persuade through the force to the seductive persuasion of the fiery woman in front of him. A serpent like grin stretched across Kerstan's face, his eyes joining the crafty look his lips suggested. They were led past the door and toward a lift which would take them down to the underbelly.

"That's odd," he said looking to the pair. "The lift is on lock down, we will have to take the stairs. Follow me."

A nod was given, though Kerstan did not find it odd. This was a party, and why would the team at Rejuvenex allow a stay party goer find the secrets below. Fortunately the stairs were open, and the trio descended to the laboratories below.

"I'm about to show you where it was made. Do not touch anything. No one is supposed to know this, but several of the early samples proved to be... a bit unstable. We have been working around the clock, but something isn't right."

Kerstan nodded toward Áine. If anyone was going to find out what he meant by that she could, or at least she would make him more amiable to the offer Kerstan was about to make.

"I am a scientist myself. Perhaps I could take a look?"

He began to move toward the table, and locked area containment units. Several samples, labeled and marked, lay before his gaze. The thing he was after, just a sample, was right in front of his nose. All they needed was one final push and it would be theirs.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Location: Thyferra airspace, geosynchronous orbit over Xozhixi
Objective: Sector annexation oversight
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While many of the Confederates were given leave to attend the festivities on the surface, some had been tasked with security details and others with investigations of their own. Alkor had been given a much more daunting task, and one that took him immediately beyond his comfort zone. [member="Madalena Antares"], the other recently selected Knight Commander was given Frontline duties while he had been left to attend paperwork and oversee the numbers game that was territorial annexation. There were Viceroys on hand to deal with arbitration and politicking, naturally, but a Knight Obsidian had been selected to deal with the careful handling and secrecy of all involved data. After recent events, it had been determined that such a level of hands-on dealing was absolutely necessary.

No more incidents with Slicers, or something to that effect. [member="Srina Talon"] had been quite specific on that bit. The orders themselves came from [member="Darth Metus"] by way of [member="Elessar Talon"], who was never far from his Brother these days. Alkor flicked through screens on his datapad and found a new missive from [member="Naedira Darcrath"], who had apparently been assigned to his counterpart's taskforce. He knew that they were both in good hands, despite uncertainties about what Thyferra and the Rejuvenex facility may have been hiding.

Alkor's body had always rejected Bacta. Whether it was from his mother's dosages as a child and accidental exposure to Blastonecrosis, or just some genetic fluke, he had no desire to get any closer than he was right now to the planet where the miracle drug was harvested. He was almost glad to hear that the Sith had burned it all to the ground. Yet here was the Confederacy, eager to restore the market to a thriving new life.

He could not fault them, at least, for the profits it promised.

So long as it was kept far, far away from his bloodstream.

"Knight Commander," one of his attache spoke up, "so far, nothing has been reported. Do you want to maintain surveillance in the area?"

"We have no idea what to expect," Alkor replied, "if it is just a party and nothing happens, we'll be glad to say we were wrong." He felt the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. "I have the feeling you'll be busy soon enough, Eindal."

The young Eldorai bowed slightly and took a step back.

"What news do we have from the Viceroys overseeing the diplomatic process?" Alkor asked, arms folded.

 

[Adron Malvern]

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Objective: Find Alessandra | Wearing: This | Tags: [member="Alessandra Creed"] | Companion: Luscia, T-3PO​

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The glasses that Adron wore were a far cry from what he was used to. Quite frankly the Exarch hated the thin rimmed lenses, but they were necessary until he could conscribe to the proper corrective surgery. He exhaled as his eyes danced over the reports he had brought with him. They were information on the planet they had come to visit and they had been the subject matter for the past few days. He paused in the center of theh all, taking a moment to gaze down at one of the reports from the last quarter. Things were not adding up right. Though it could not show on the surface, his ire grew at the number of inconsistences on the papers before him. His hand reached up, smoothing a stray hair back against his head and releasing a very shallow, contempt-filled sigh.

"Exarch. Is everything to your liking?" The metallic-lined voice was feminine and it only caused Adron to pinch the bridge of his nose in agitation. "Quiet." He hissed, before turning back to the papers in front of him. "I need the reports from the two quarters before this one. Once you get them have them sent to my office so that my people can cross examine them. If they come back with as many irregularities as this one then perhaps Thyferra will find it's membership to the Confederacy as brief as the time they take to maintain their books." The protocol droid was not programmed to handle such a statement, as it was designed and instructed to accompany the Exarch and see to his needs it could only do so much. "Yes, Exarch, right away." Adron handed the protocol droid the rest of the paperwork in his hands before glancing over to his other companion. The Loth Wolf was a distracting companion if nothing else. The beast was nearly the size of a horse, yet she generally followed her master around as if she was nothing more than a trained pup. Most believed she was exceptionally well-behaved, but in reality she had a tendancy to show more independence than Adron wished.

He looked into her eyes for a moment. Like his, they were a stunning shade of amethyst. The cold gaze she had was a far cry different from the warm embrace he felt through her in the Force. He adjusted the collar to the sweater he wore under his blazer while Luscia continued to stare at her. They shared the gaze for a moment before finally....

He could feel it, long before he actually saw it. It was a warm, comforting feeling that brought a smile to his lips, even when he didn't want one. In a single moment, every piece of the evening that had been otherwise horrid, melted away. He could feel her arms wrap around him, pulling him into an embrace he had so missed. His own arms came around her, bringing her as close to him as he could manage. It was so much more than a reunion, it was a bonding. He could feel them becoming intertwined in the Force. Every crack in his being was suddenly filled, as though she was the final piece. He breathed an exhale of relief, savoring his fiance and the feeling she brought him. He could sense the being that grew within her. Healthy, powerful, safe. This too brought him a degree of comfort.

Removing his glasses, he leaned down to press his lips to her brow, ever so softly. "My Ale..." The words were a hushed whisper, only for her to hear, only for him to speak.When she asked what had kept him, he did not respond. His hand fell to her chin and he gave her a soft hushing sound. He didn't feel like too many words, they were a distraction. Instead, he merely continued to hold her in his arms.

Luscia lowered herself to the ground beside them, placing her large maw over her paws while her shaggy black tail laced around their legs. A protective gesture. Luscia had been overly protective of Alessandra since she smelled the child within her, so much so that often she would abandon Adron's side for his fiance. He never commanded her against it.

Adron held Alessandra until time finally became an abstract concept. He had closed his eyes and when finally he reopened them, the light in the hall was an adjustment to be made. His body had stiffened ever so slightly and when he pulled her from his arms it was such an unnatural feeling. Luscia's eyes came open, her crystal blue orbs matching her master's once again. Adron took Alessandra's hand, not caring for public image or what those he was visiting would think. If they said anything, he could just kill them. No one would ruin this. "How is the baby?" His first question. So often his first question. He loved Alessandra with all his heart, yet the life within her had taken up so much of his thoughts as of late. "You said you were feeling a bit weak not long ago, has it gotten any better?" A Sith Lord of immense power and still, his worries were as human as any man's.

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