Rebirth of the Monarch

[Kay-Larr]

It had been over six standard months since Kay's abduction by [member="Darth Prazutis"] , and like a thief in the night, she returned to Commenor. There was no celebration nor even a whisper of her arrival, for she slipped in unnoticed and unannounced, using the similar tricks that her abductor used to enter her world.

Her first stop was not to Chasin City, but to General Omar Santiago. A plan was formulated between herself and her Master, Prazutis, a plan to help her reclaim her seat as Commenor's ruler. She had gone through much pain to get there, had sacrificed plenty, and there was no way that she was going to lose it all now.

Their meeting with General Santiago was brief and direct. He was never one to beat around the bush anyways. And it was almost as though he was happy with the task given to him. General Santiago left with a few dozen soldiers, spreading them out to different parts of Chasin City to locate and put the Ministers under house arrest, among them [member="Riven Black"] , [member="Darben Skirae"] , Einon and [member="Tál Martec"] .

Kay on the other hand, had other things to do. She took an armed military escort with her to the hidden sanctuary of Jarik, Jin and Juri; otherwise known as the Elders. Located deep within the maze of the Twin Canyon Mines, she knew exactly where to go. Reaching out with her senses through the Force, she could feel their presence, and they knew that she was coming. There was a curious anticipation in the air.

Entering their chamber, Kay had the soldiers remain just outside in case help were to arrive, while she walked in, her yellow-speckled eyes occasionally seeming to glow in the dark. A spy drone hovered behind her, it's cameras trained on them all. The Elders sat in their chairs. As usual, their emotions were unreadable on their stoic faces while they spoke.

"You have returned" "to us, but" "not as our" "friend. Your suffering" "has snuffed out" "your Light, Kay."

Her eyes narrowed as she approached. "Yes I have returned. And with no thanks to either of you. Did any of you think to look for me? No. I was left to be tortured for months on end, hoping and praying that my rescue would come. But it never did. You all abandoned me! And it is because of the restrictions that you and others had placed upon me, that I was unable to fight back! I was weak and naive, but no more! No more! I am here to take what is mine. Commenor is MINE!"

"You want Commenor" "as your own?" "You want absolute" "power over our" "world and think" "that it will" "fill the emptiness" "within you? We" "had such hope" "for you, but" "a more ancient" "Darkness has claimed" "you as their" "puppet. Your downfall" "will be far" "more painful than" "ours will be." Good luck, Kay."

The Elders seemed to have retreated within themselves. Their eyes closed as though they were going to sleep. Kay's anger grew, boiling from inside and moving to the surface. She could almost see the darkness of the Force swirling around her, ready to escape. "I am no one's puppet! Especially yours!" They gave up on her, lost her for dead. They didn't even try. Kay held onto those thoughts as she held out her hand, closing her fingers into a fist while she sent the Force out to surround their hearts and squeezed. It took a minute before their lives had come to an end and they fell to the floor. She lowered her hand and stared at their bodies. "Long live the new Monarchy...."



A few hours later, Kay had freshened herself up in her chambers at the former Presidential Palace, put on a black dress and entered one of the great halls. A few holo-cams were set up, though the lighting was much darker than her usual addresses to the Commenori. It signalled the planet's new direction.

"My loyal subjects...I have returned.....and with me I bring grave news. The Elders are dead." The feed changed to show the bodies of the three brothers on the floor. It remained there for seven seconds before reverting back to Kay. "My abduction took more out of them than we knew. They left Commenor and the care of all of you to me. Our laws dictate it to be so. And with their deaths, we come to a new era. There are many dangers in the Galaxy that will come upon us. So we must be ready. We must have order! We must bulk up our defences and military. Everyone will serve or build. Those that do not, those that protest, will be sent to the mines to dig. There will be no crime, no illegal spices or goods. We must clamp down on our own violators for there is no one to help us but ourselves. We will no longer be weak as everyone wants us to be! Our new future begins...now!"

The cameras focused on the determination on her face, the yellow in her eyes glowing bright before the transmission ended. Kay stood there for a moment longer, centering herself. She was now the Queen of Commenor, able to do whatever she pleased. Only death will remove her from power now.

She turned and left the hall, heading back to her chambers. Kay brought up her commlink and messaged General Santiago. "Have your forces monitoring the streets. Any violators of the peace will be detained. The mines will be reopened in a matter of days. We'll work the fighting spirit out of them. If they offer too much resistance, kill them."

She pocketed her commlink, ignoring everyone around her until she got into her chambers. It was then that her eyes found Prazutis. "Did I do well, Master?"

A thunderstorm brewed over Chasin City, enveloping everything with a sense of doom and gloom, as well as darkness.

[member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Connor Harrison"][member="Ryn'Dhal"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

He had an alert sent directly to his datapad when any mention of his dear Kay popped up on the net.

He watched the video on the datapad, his eyes widening in horror at the sight he saw. This was not his Kay..... this.... usurper..... this..... abomination..... she was not the goodly being who was the original owner of that face. She would never speak such words.... and those eyes....

He recognized that corruption.​

The datapad in his hands shattered in his roiling rage. He rose from his bed, and began dressing as if making for war. When his lover entered the room to investigate the noise, she'd see a seething manifestation of Ryn'Dhal she'd not have witnessed before.

"I leave for Commenor. Ship is priming to launch in thirty." was all the explanation given as he stormed out of the apartment. A notification was transmitted to Voss of a pending conflict, but he knew it'd not arrive to the Silvers until long after he landed planet-side.

He shifted forms aboard the ship, knowing his rage to great to meditate through the hyperspace journey. So instead it was in his bestial state he brooded, glaring at the void, awaiting his inevitable arrival at Commenor....

[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Kitty"]​

 

[Darth Prazutis]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUuQqO3aiaY[/media]​

​​Presidential Palace, Commenor

Success.

​Darth Prazutis, Dark Lord of the Sith looked upon his new apprentice Kay Larr once a spineless weakling naïve in her beliefs. Now she was Kay Larr no more, that woman was dead. Through hard work and determination they had killed her and from the ashes built up a new and stronger woman befitting the legacy he was laying at her feet. It was from the bedrock of her very physical and psychological foundations that he trained to perfection a strong and ruthless Sith Lady. Kay's power in the force was hidden, suppressed by her own psychological barriers that were now smashed down her full power allowed to flourish like a blooming flower. Through pain she was reborn anew. Month by month, day by day, hour by hour they trained her in the arts of the force, lightsaber combat and the literature of the Sith, in which she now served and would call herself apart of. Each day he promised their prophetic return to Commenor and the vengeance they would carry out on the weak and short sighted leadership. Each day he promised her resurgence there and the proclamation of a new order.

Today was that day..

The Dark Lord stood over his apprentice like the omnipresent shadow he was clad in his ornate black robes situated atop a set of black alchemized duraplast armor. In his latest visit to Commenor he was shrouded in secrecy clad in a taozin amulet to hide his presence and a inconspicuous outfit to blend in while he used his vast influence to sneak Kay through their security, backstopped identities coupled with forged documents and bribed officials slid the most wanted woman on Commenor right in under their noses. He remained inconspicuous even while he followed his apprentice observing her quick work in detaining and issuing the orders to completely clean house in her government, until finally they came to the hidden sanctum of the elders. Where once was a deeply scarred, broken and malnourished woman stood a fully rejuvenated and highly trained killer, empowered by his teachings and enamored in the dark side of the force. The telltale sulfuric yellow speckles forming in her eyes sealed the deal of who she had become fully. A grin formed in his face while he watched his cunning apprentice work swiftly crushing the life from their worthless hides her declaration complete.

Enter her royal majesty Kay Larr, Queen of Commenor.

Today he stepped out in full regalia wearing his robes the dark force crystal situated around his neck in a protective amulet, on his hands he wore the phoenix signet ring bearing the symbol of House Zambrano, while the other bore the primordial signet ring radiating a powerful aura of uneasiness around him. The Dark Lord wore a set of dark steel gauntlets on his hands one of which resting on the hilt of the runeblade sitting on his side. Naturally he also carried his lightsabers hidden beneath the folds of his robes as well. The dark side rolled from his form like a nauseating, choking fog the very air growing heavy around the threatening demeanor of this terrifying dark titan who stood close to seven feet tall. The mans piercing sickly sulfuric eyes gazed down at Kay when the newly declared Queen entered the private chambers.

In their return to the palace their first order of business was replacing the entire security staff with those she knew were loyal to her and her only, complemented by the reinforcement of his own elite Crownguard. A pair of massive Imperial Sentinels accompanied the Dark Lord through these chambers, and now stood in the same chamber when Kay spoke. After a moment of silence he nodded "You have done well my apprentice. The people now know of the new order they now serve. Send the army after the ministers and issue arrests to those we've designated in the government. The old order must be torn apart and swept away if we are to be successful in this transition." ​Braxus said resting his hand on her shoulder. "Today the old Kay Larrs friends will return and make their vain attempts of reason. Remember we have trained for this and what I have taught you. Without mercy, without hesitation these weaklings must be destroyed." ​Their operations were swift and complex the return intricately planned ahead of their arrival.

The government was to be gutted and its members purged. An equal purge would radiate out to all branches including the judicial and law enforcement. For now the purged military would remain in control and act as both the scalpel and the hammer for the new queen. "They think you still weak, still the same old person you were before. Use their attachments against them, use their weaknesses against them. One by one the dissenters will all fall away. Death is the price those who stand against the crown must pay. Death and destruction."

[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Ryn'Dhal"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Thraxis"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Voss​

​

The Capital planet of the Silver Jedi Order had become much more like a home to Veiere over the recent months as he had tried to reach out to those that might know anything of the whereabouts of [member="Lady Kay"]; through the shared quest of he and the fellow ministers of Commenor, some few close and personal friends of Kay's, Veiere had eventually found himself back within the company of the remains of the Jedi Order; or rather the closest form of it. It was here that [member="Coci Heavenshield"] had offered acceptance and welcome in the face of a man succumbing to doubts in their way, where he had felt lost, the Silver Jedi Order had taken him in and while allowing him some freedoms to search and serve the needs of the Commenori People still, his realignment in the light was paramount to his clarity of mind and chosen directions hindered not by the lure of the Dark Side of the Force.

He sat in silence within the Academy, here he liked to study the students of the Order and help them wherever they sought it out of him; it had become rather difficult to integrate back into the full-blown life of a Jedi Knight after such a long time pursuing a similar goal outside of the structure of an Order, academic and strict where it was most needed to be. Today however, he had found a place of silence, a room with seated cushions upon which he could be found dressed in his tunic of traditional stature, his clothes a sandy tone where as the robe that lay heavy on his shoulders and enveloped his form was a darker brown. There he remained, legs crossed and hands gently rested upon his knees, his eyes closed an all things closed out to him as he sought personal guidance through the calming nature of the force and whatever thoughts that would flow to him upon such a placid state.

"VEIERE!"

The doors slid open to the meditation room, a mechanical hiss following the call of his younger and less rational pilot who burst into the room with a sense of urgency Veiere had thought lost on him in the comforts of Voss. "News from Commenor..." He spoke hastily though his breath caught in his throat and he seems completely taken by exhaustion. He'd clearly run the full route from the Hanger where the Vegabond was docked. The vessel having been sitting there dormant for some time since the Chimaera had come into their possession. The mention of Commenor however broke Veiere's trance almost immediatly and though he knew better, his eyes opened with a look of surprise and a sudden tension upon him. "Speak quietly" He gestured to Cillian, pushing himself up to his feet and moving to take the youth by the arm and pull him away from the door so that the room could be sealed and they the privacy to talk.

"Master, Admiral Ansion picked up a transmission from Commenor...", Vikras was a good man, a reliable man and not one to make a fuss about nothing; Veiere knew him well by now; "Kay's back and she's made a public announcement, the Elders are dead Veiere...-I've had it all relayed to your datapad...-You really need to see this". The last of his words came as nothing short of an understatement to which Veiere glanced back at him with an 'do i really?' kind of look. Cillian's brows flattened in his realization though the moment passed quickly as Veiere pulled his datapad from the side of his belt and activated the device.

"My loyal subjects...I have returned.....and with me I bring grave news. The Elders are dead." The feed changed to show the bodies of the three brothers on the floor. It remained there for seven seconds before reverting back to Kay. "My abduction took more out of them than we knew. They left Commenor and the care of all of you to me. Our laws dictate it to be so. And with their deaths, we come to a new era. There are many dangers in the Galaxy that will come upon us. So we must be ready. We must have order! We must bulk up our defences and military. Everyone will serve or build. Those that do not, those that protest, will be sent to the mines to dig. There will be no crime, no illegal spices or goods. We must clamp down on our own violators for there is no one to help us but ourselves. We will no longer be weak as everyone wants us to be! Our new future begins...now!"

Veiere watched the announcement, the pit of his stomach tightening into a knot as he listened to the words Kay spoke, not only were they far more aggressive than was her typical behavior, but the look of her had changed too. She wore much darker tones of dress, her hairstyle had all changed and though all this was little to concern most people, the look in her eyes was another story. Most trained in the Force knew well the taint of the Dark Side of the Force, it always came at a price and that was most prominent in the features around the face where the attire of a person could not always hide. Kay's eyes were no longer warm and compassionate but there was a sense of determination there, not to be mistaken for aspiration but rather a look that spoke of complete and utter confidence, as if nothing beyond her was out of reach.

"Cillian...-Ready the 'Vegabond', I want her ready to leave as soon as I'm done here...-Go now, please" Veiere's gaze lifted from the screen of the datapad and he offered a curt nod, it was a request but one made in that Cillian really had little choice. It was the polite way of giving an order to a younger man who respected Veiere enough to do as was asked of him. Though he refused to believe it, he had to see things for himself to be certain. Things had been highest between himself and Kay before she had just up and disappeared, despite the battle of Atrisia, their relationship had been getting stronger by the day and the future had looked so promising. Since he had lost her, he had searched every planet that suspected might hold even the slightest chance of her whereabouts and now, everything came crashing down with a sickening feeling that left him reaching for the wall to steady himself. If Kay had truly been consumed by the Darkside, what did that mean for Commenor, what did that mean for the two of them and most specifically, how did this change come to such a strong willed yet kind hearted person like her.

Time however was not something that he could afford to waste, the journey there would offer plenty enough food for thought yet here and now in the moment he needed to move. His quarters held his armor, that of which Cyril Grayson had once given him. It had seemed too extreme at the time but now Veiere would need it if he were to walk into the Presidential Estate and speak to Kay. En-route to his quarters, he looked back to his datapad and sent out a transmitted message to Vikras Ansion, reading:

"Vikras,

Your loyalty to Commenor has been without question in the time we have known one another but here and now, I must ask that you remain with the Silver Jedi. Continue to patrol their borders, should I have anything to report, I will speak to you in person but for now, trust that weapons of war will do nothing for us".

In truth he didn't really know if he believed that but as it stood in all things factual, Kay had returned and regardless of why or how, there was no evidence to support the prospect of further bloodshed when it was one war that took him away from ensuring her safety to begin with.

Spoiler

[member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Ryn'Dhal"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Thraxis"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Ghorua the Shark"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Samka Derith]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DazKKUShotM[/media]​

The girl stood alone in her sanctuary with nought but a violin for company. She was lost in a universe of her own design, one where she could hear a septet of instruments joining her to complete her piece. This universe flowed so much better, it all made sense. There was no morality nor politics, friendship or betrayal. There was only sound and how it interweaves together to create something so wonderfully stimulating on the sentient mind. Slender pale fingers held the wooden instrument resting in place beneath her chin, just able to feel the vibrations of the strings coursing through to her fingertips as her other hand guided the bow back and forth. With her eyelids closed to block reality out, Samka Derith could immerse herself completely in another, more beautiful, reality.

Until the comms beep.

The bow was brought down with an undignified screech of the strings and, just like that, her universe disappeared. Replaced by this bleak mess she lived in.

Samka had managed to requisition a room on Cloud City for her own recreation when she felt like leaving the Bastion of the Knights of Ren but she was always on duty, there could be no exceptions. Yet the message didn't come from the Ren, it was her contact in the FOSB, the First Order's eyes and ears into the galaxy. Opening the message, Sam was greeted by the blue holo version of a young gentleman in uniform.

"Ma'am, we found her. Your friend has resurfaced on Commenor. I've attached a broadcast received from the planet moments ago." The officer saluted and then vanished.

It was a short pre-recorded message that sent a bizarre turn of emotion through the teenager. After a moment's contemplation, Samka snarled at the disappeared figure. "Useless. You didn't find her, she made her own return." She began to open the attached file before quietly adding, "and I don't have friends."

"My loyal subjects...I have returned.....and with me I bring grave news. The Elders are dead." The feed changed to show the bodies of the three brothers on the floor. It remained there for seven seconds before reverting back to Kay. "My abduction took more out of them than we knew. They left Commenor and the care of all of you to me. Our laws dictate it to be so. And with their deaths, we come to a new era. There are many dangers in the Galaxy that will come upon us. So we must be ready. We must have order! We must bulk up our defences and military. Everyone will serve or build. Those that do not, those that protest, will be sent to the mines to dig. There will be no crime, no illegal spices or goods. We must clamp down on our own violators for there is no one to help us but ourselves. We will no longer be weak as everyone wants us to be! Our new future begins...now!"

The cameras focused on the determination on her face, the yellow in her eyes glowing bright before the transmission ended. Kay stood there for a moment longer, centering herself. She was now the Queen of Commenor, able to do whatever she pleased. Only death will remove her from power now.

"Huh."

For several long moments this noise of curiosity was all she could muster. To say this was unexpected would be an understatement. This was something which merited a full investigation. As an appointed diplomat between Commenor and the First Order, Sam had a duty to respond to any important changes which may affect the interests of her people. This certainly counted as such. She would head to Commenor immediately. The journey in hyperspace would give her adequate time to formulate a response.

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Ryn'Dhal"]​

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: NAR SHADDAA​

EQUIPMENT: IN BIO​

CURRENT MOOD: SHOCKED​

Ghorua had admired many things about [member="Lady Kay"]. Namely, her kindness, her respect for all life, her forgiveness, and her determination.

It appeared she had only retained one of those traits.

Ghorua had been fine-tuning the voice controls of his new armor in his ratty apartment, toying with his helmet daintily. He manipulated his tools with finesse, and one might say grace, sparks flying from the side of the thing. The faceplate seemed to flash brightly, then return to a mute white color. He had created the armor due to Kay's absence, hoping to find and destroy whatever being had taken her. The Avalanche armor was a first step.

The comms on his helmet bleeped.

Surprised, the Shark placed the helmet on his head.

"Search; Lady Kay Larr, results positive."

The video of the President played in front of his eyes in the helmet. First, Ghorua was relieved. Then, he began to listen, and his relief quickly morphed into something much, much darker.

This wasn't Kay. This couldn't be the woman he captured all those years ago. This couldn't be the woman who saved him in the mines of Bespin. He refused to even ponder the idea that the words obviously coming from the Lady's mouth were hers at all. But as shock receded, it was replaced by a sense of knowing.

This may have been her body. They may be her words. But that isn't Kay at all. That wasn't his friend.

Ghorua spoke deeply, his bass voice tinged with calm fury. "Command; Message [member="Veiere Arenais"] and [member="Ryn'Dhal"]."

​

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Both of the Jedi would recieve a message as they were rushing to leave for Commenor.

//To: OLD MAN, GROPER SLUGGER
FROM: SHARK
I'm sure you've both seen it. She's not the same. Something tells me sticking together is better than filtering in apart. Meet me outside the Twin Canyons.

We need a plan.//

- [member="Darth Prazutis"] - [member="Samka Derith"] -

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Stardust was safe on her planet, she was alomg by 2 months now, she had been resting calmly, however out of now where something hit her, the force had took the wind out of her, she feel to one knee, a royal guards was immediately at her side getting her up

ma'am are you ok?

Yes...I sense a great disturbance within the force

She moved him away as she turned on her holo, her heart sank, [member="Lady Kay"], her adopted sister had returned, however all was not good she could see, stardust clenched her fist as she swung and broke the screen as she turned

I want my best men ready on the next transport to commenor, I feel s9metging is not right....and I won't sit around..

but ma'am the baby won't

I will be armored enough to keep it safe

She cut the man off as she looked to her armor, it sat dusty, she closed her eyes as she used the force to blow the dust off, she then started putting it in a box alomg with her Sabers and westars

Soon a hour later she was in hyperspace to commenor, nothing would be out of place, a simple transport to commenor to deliver food supplies, with Stardust going to investigate what had happened to her sister...she mediated keeping her presence hidden to herself...she felt she was gonna need it



[member="Samka Derith"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Ryn'Dhal"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis sat upon the throne of Dar'manda, a kingdom formed on deceit, treachery and a strange sense of Comradery that he shared with his subjects. His body unfurled along the length of the Ceiling Chair, he had no need for embellished goods, no need for something to show off to people that never came. As he lazed about his mind dawdled on, mind-numbing boredom set in as he sat loosely on his seat, his body limp as he spun around, "Wooo.... Ahh, Weeeee...." the man said, his voice alight with sarcasm as he played at the idea of fun.

Then came a bang, his head twisting up as he watched the Bloated Gammorean race in, his stubby legs barely holding his weight up as he passed with a heave, "Thraxis! Urgent news from Commenor!" the man wheezed, his chest heaving up and down as within an instant, melancholy dissipated into a seething rage, a long-suppressed memory rushing to his mind as his head bent unnaturally, the words unsaid but screamed, 'Tell me.' For a few seconds, the Gammorean froze, realizing the gravity of the situation, "One of the remnants of the Cartel from Flannigan's assault saw her. He said there was something off like some all powerful threat followed her every step." he responded, his voice aquiver as Thraxis pulled himself into full view, his body shaking violently as he pushed him aside, not with malicious intent, but somehow filled with love and care as he pushed across one of his family. "Thraxis, what are you going to do." he responded, pulling himself from the ground through sheer willpower as fear began to freeze his blood.

As he walked across his steps were shifted, they lacked the jovial march he had when he was to enter battle, yet he lacked the step he had when he danced through the carnage of war. He had the step of purpose a march of desire and a walk that screamed damnation. "Everything." his voice hissed, a combination of the Doctor and Thraxis mixed together to almost make their voices echo at once together in harmony. He trodded through the walls, his hands pressed against the Gates of the throne room as they flung open. He had no time to loose, yet the steps out of Dar'Manda were a long and arduous process to take. He popped open a com, his sight a deathly stare as he made his demands known. "Get a Cargo Ship ready for Commenor. We leave when I get on," he demanded, even when he made demands there was a sense of care for his kinsman, but now there was nothing but malicious intent, though for what reason they couldn't understand.

Within an hour he was out of there, in his quarters as he began to strap himself up, he knew that Kay could very well take him prisoner. And he knew that she hadn't in her to kill, it was her philosophy, the very practice that made her strong. At least, strong enough for him to combat with his ever evolving philosophy. First came the Armor, tightly coiled around his body as the pungent odor of Alcohol and blood had long since called it home. Then came the Vambraces, tightly constricting his wrists. Then came the Demp Rifle, strapped to his back with a loose fitting leather cable. His Pistolas to follow, quickly sheathing into his belt as well as the Eternity Droids. The rest loosely fitted into his bag, his Gas Mask, Cruciatus Blades, Blaster Pistol's, Jack Knife and Stun Net Launcher. At least with all of this, he could scare her into the numbers of soldiers that he could wipe out if she tried to take him captive, though, with the auspicious news, he wondered if she would even care.

As the ship hovered through space, not a word was muttered on the ship, all except the scuttle of rodents that would always avoid his every step. The only noise echoed from the crew was the slightest of breaths, the rattling of fingers and the almost audible terror that the crew had been consumed in. As he made his approach through space his early leave deprived him of the speech, though with his early departure, he was likely to get close to front row view of the speech.

The ship hovered above Commenor his rattling of the fingers becoming more like a banging of drums as if the sound of war echoed from his very hands themselves. Beneath his cold mask, he lashed out, his mouth speaking but not a word to be said, though visible motions implied violence and anger as they constantly demanded access, denied at every front. A fair enough reason presented, abducting children, homeless women and the working force was a good reason to deny anyone access, but a few of them lost never done anyone much harm. At least, as far as he was concerned. He lost to the brink, ready to call it off, certain that Kay was fine. But then time passed, and a speech was made. He demanded the comm channel opened as he watched the man in the comm tower's jaw hang ajar, abject horror running through his face.

"My loyal subjects...I have returned.....and with me I bring grave news. The Elders are dead." The feed changed to show the bodies of the three brothers on the floor. It remained there for seven seconds before reverting back to Kay. "My abduction took more out of them than we knew. They left Commenor and the care of all of you to me. Our laws dictate it to be so. And with their deaths, we come to a new era. There are many dangers in the Galaxy that will come upon us. So we must be ready. We must have order! We must bulk up our defences and military. Everyone will serve or build. Those that do not, those that protest, will be sent to the mines to dig. There will be no crime, no illegal spices or goods. We must clamp down on our own violators for there is no one to help us but ourselves. We will no longer be weak as everyone wants us to be! Our new future begins...now!"

The ship went quite, the entirety, all voices blocked out as his fingers hung loosely in the air, each finger an inch away from banging the drums of war. As each new word uttered Thraxis fell into despair, the Gammoreans all turned to Thraxis in curiosity as to what was going to unfold. "That...." his arm rose as he pointed to the new Kay, a disturbed shudder running through his body as his voice was overcome with despair, slowly raising from his chair like a crippled old man. "That.... That is not Kay...." he mumbled, his eyes growing dark as if time had consumed his entire body in an instant, his movements, almost dated in nature as he let out a short wheeze. "But it is.... She was broken...." he groaned, at first it sounded as if despair had engulfed his voice but as time passed it became all too clear, rage had sunken in, unfiltered hatred filling his voice as his body became lucid and fresh, "By a Sith?!" the words rushed through the halls, the Gammoreans filling up with fear as they realized but a fraction of the Gravity of the situation. The words rumbled through his head as he turned out of the room, heading to the cargo bay with Vitriol in his every step and misery in his breath.

Gammoreans looked as he walked past, their voices not making a sound, even the breath froze in place as he made his step into the Cargo bay, a single long Cargo box sat there, chains swung to its side as he opened up the Comm Channel, "Open Bay doors. If they won't let the ship through." his head arched down taking his steps down the ramp as he watched the hangar door begin to slide down, wisps of air being pulled into the rest of the ship as his breath became short, "The Cargo will." he continued, his arms strapping the chains around him as he opened up a computer, putting in the coordinates and trajectory as he let it take control of his body. Within a few seconds, the chains stretched out long, tugging at the cargo crate as he began to run through the hangar and into the devoid zone of space. With a click and a boop the computer got to work, instructing him on his body, arching his body correctly as he let loose the light of his boots. The Descent onto Kay had begun.
[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"]
[member="Samka Derith"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Darth Prazutis"]
[member="Ryn'Dhal"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay gave but a small hint of a smile when [member="Darth Prazutis"] paid her a compliment, but nothing more. She kept her hands clasped in front of her while he spoke of what's to be done with the Ministers. "The procedures to have the Ministers arrested and detained is already under way. I have recorded my last meeting with the Elders showing their relinquishing of their powers to me, should anyone try to dispute my ascension with legalities. Those efforts will fail."

As Prazutis placed his hand on her shoulder, she did not flinch away as she had before whenever he touched her. Now it merely boosted her confidence in herself. Yet as he spoke of her old self's friends, she tilted her head to the side slightly. Kay couldn't remember who they were, their memories torn out of her mind during many days of her months of torture. She could remember her enemies and those that she didn't like, but when it came to her friends, all that she could find were a few feelings. There was loss and confusion over parts of her that was missing. And that bothered her. She soaked up knowledge like a sponge and retained it just as well. There was no one to blame but herself, of course, her old and naive self.

Kay looked over to her desk. "I don't remember them, Master. But I am sure that some answers are in that desk. I could find letters and other communications within. There should be time for that and other preparations before the first of them arrive."

She needed a throne, a proper one befitting one of her title, within a large throne room. One of the Great Halls could easily be converted. But all in due time. There was much for her to learn and to think about. And she felt a pull of shock and worry through the Force. Perhaps it was just a hint of self doubt trying to surface. Or perhaps it was something more. For now though, she didn't bring it up, instead just pushing it down.

"They will all learn that -I- am in power here. -I- am the Queen, and no one will ever take that away from me."

[member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Ryn'Dhal"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Riven Black"] [member="Darben Skirae"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Veiere stood upon the cusp of the 'Vegabonds' cargo hold, the loading ramp ascending unto the body of the vessel as it took off from the hanger of the Silver Jedi Order. His last sights of the world were to be the maintenance team staring up at them in confusion as the vessel had taken off without proper authorization nor scheduled departure. While Veiere saw their forms growing smaller and smaller before the ramp hissed, the last of the air escaping before it locked into place, the ship pressurizing for the coming transition into space yet the Jedi Knight moved none, still staring into nothing as his feelings searched for any tangible connection he might still have with Kay. At this point, everyone would be aware of her secret, those with the keen eyes and minds to know that she was being influenced by something much darker and more dangerous than she had ever been, [member="Lady Kay"] Larr was indeed force sensitive. Veiere had even gone the distance to help train her some; now silently praying to whatever will the Force had for him there that he would not have to go up against said training in true combat unlike their former sparring shared together back home in his estate overlooking Chasin City...

...Are you in love with her?.

[member="Coci Heavenshield"]s voice echoed in the back of his mind, memories from the day they met to discuss his options, his doubts in the light, his path and the Jedi Order. His right hand gripped the support beam that aided in the rise and fall of the landing ramp, his knuckles whitening while his head fell slowly and his eyes closed. By now he had watched the recording several times, studied her appearance, listened to her words and it all still seemed so difficult to fathom. Veiere had not been around, he had initially come into employ as her bodyguard yet Kay had been so insistent that she felt she was always holding him back from something greater, from the Order...-The day when he did step back into the path of the Force, she had been taken and in the end, he had been useless to her.

You will be no good to her if you follow the path of the darkside for if she is .. or has succumbed to it then she will need you strong..

What had Coci seen in him that Veiere had been unable to see or feel himself. He shared a bond through the Force with Kay Larr and even he had not expected such a turn of events. He had thought her in many worst case scenario's but to see for himself that her will could have been broken so much that she would return not as a different person but as the woman he so adored, changed so much...

"Veiere", Cillian's voice rang out across the intercom, shaking the Jedi from his self loathing; "We're exiting Voss' atmosphere. Setting coordinates for Commenor now. You should come up here...". This made Veiere frown questioningly, turning at the waist to glance back in the direction of the cockpit, Cillian knew how much Veiere used to detest flying and though that had changed since having had to live aboard the Chimaera for a matter of months, the young pilot still avoided the Jedi's company at the head of the vessel where possible. Perhaps he wished to discuss their planning around returning to Commenori Space, of which Veiere didn't really have one.

Finding his way through the vessel it felt like it had been an age since Veiere had stood upon such a diplomatic vessel. The identification tags were all still Commenori, they were well registered under the Government's emissary fleet, it held little firepower and nothing of the capacity you'd expect to see of the ship flying directly into the fire, so to speak. "I've just received this, it's for you I suspect..." Cillian said as he transferred the message across to the co-pilots terminal where Veiere dropped down and began to read. [member="Ghorua the Shark"] was reaching out to them...-The others must have all heard by this point too.

It had been some weeks since their last contact with each other, the small council of affiliations to Kay had all met aboard the conference room of the Chimaera, they'd all sought answers and found themselves all leaving with far more questions than the aforementioned. "Set co-ordinates to match those Ghorua has sent us. Twin Canyons, it's nearby to where Kay was initially taken...-Fitting I suppose" he remarked with a reluctant acknowledgement in the irony, all humor stolen from him this day however. "I need to speak with her but we can't go in blades blazing...-She is the rightful leader of this world after all. Any public show of hostilities will be taken as rebellious; we simply do not know enough..." his head tilted to the left, his elbow pressed against the dash, fingers extending to pinch the bridge of his nose as he tried to consider some sort of alternative to conflict. "If Kay is what she is..." He spoke up again though his eyes remained closed and didn't return the concerned glance that Cillian held over him now, "She hasn't got that way without someone else pulling the strings...-There's more to all of this; I know who Kay is and this is not her...".

Saying nothing in response, Cillian leaned forward and drove the Vegabond into overtime, the warp drive firing up as the stars around them all suddenly flew passed them. Moving at speeds beyond the sentient eye, the vessel entered into the hyperspace lane, a wormhole effect that surrounded the cockpit view port displaying lines upon lines of bright white light, stars by the thousands racing passed them within fractions of seconds. It would be mere hours before they would seeing Commenor once more, after such a long time away from what had become his refuge from exile, coming back to such a welcome was not at all what Veiere had been expecting of his coming days.

Spoiler

[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Ryn'Dhal"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Thraxis"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Ghorua the Shark"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Ultimatum]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCHREyE5GzQ​

It was a usual day on Mustafar. A usual storm ridden day complete with molten rock flying in all directions. It reminded Ultimatum of the power that the universe had at its fingertips. One eruption from the volcano could wipe out all life if not for the shielding and protective layers of rock. A star could go supernova and end an entire system. A black hole could swallow the entirety of the galaxy and the universe would still continue on. Reality was such a powerful force, so difficult, impossible at this point, to break. The Force was capable of defying the laws reality as they are understood at this time, but it was trapped to a single galaxy. Was the Force therefore some sort of field that only affects this galaxy? If so, or if not, was it possible that there were other 'Forces' in other galaxies? Did the universe have its own form of the Force, some overarching power that if tapped into would allow a being to alter reality?

Such questions were infinite and truly impossible to answer. Maybe given an eternity Ultimatum could figure it out, but his life was finite. He had decided soon after escaping his master that he did not want to exist forever, he wanted to die, to disappear from life at some point. However that time would not come until after he had achieved what he had set out to do. To create a method of keeping organics alive for eternity. That was a thought for another time... Ultimatum's time of rest had been disturbed by movement in the base other than what had been predetermined. At first he had assumed it to be Loyalty roaming the base up to her usual shenanigans, but as the oddity moved steadily through the base, unerringly towards his office he realized it had to be someone else. He sent the command to the droids that guarded his office to direct the being to the outside.

Ultimatum was silently observing the maelstrom around him, the raw power that wanted nothing more than to destroy everything in its path. That was something Ultimatum appreciated, nature was not caring of who a person was or what they were like. Everyone was born, everyone lived, and everyone died no exceptions. If an organics stepped out into this storm, they would be ripped to shreds quickly. The beauty of this perfect example of chaos. In a way it was an apt simile to the galaxy and its current state, filled with conflict and unlikely to end through any one person. A large chunk of molten metal, launched into the air by a volcano and carried by the strong winds landed within a meter of Ultimatum.

"In the blink of an eye this body could end. No telling whether this is my last moment. If that had struck closer my story would have ended, no new body, no way to bring me back, just the blackness of death." The droid wondered what death would be like for him. Organics, who were the only ones to have written scientific journals and historical documents to be found on the HoloNet, assumed that artificial AI simply disappeared, never to be seen again. But he was part of this universe was he not? If organics became part of something greater, such as Force users and their beyond death. Was it that artificials were simply not good enough in the organics eye? Was he not greater than the sum of his parts?

The droid turned from the raging winds and pellets of rock and walked back to the airlock. The door slid open and an organic within recoiled away from the door, pulling on his helmet as the wind blew in ash and the infernal heat. As Ultimatum stepped in the doors closed behind him, he looked at his now blackened body before turning to the organic who had been looking for him. He recognized the man, one of the people working for the local press, usually focused on offworld stories and writing them for locals. It barely brought him any attention truthfully, given that besides truly eventful occasions the natives tended not to be overly concerned about what happened off world. That likely meant there was something that had happened somewhere else in the galaxy that the government had wanted him to be notified about.

The ventilation emptied the air of its debris and grit before the newsman removed his helmet and spoke quickly, "Sir, I received some data from the relays a about half an hour ago. When I showed it to my superiors they told me to take it to the governor. He ordered me to bring it personally to you, saying that you would be most appreciative. It's from Commenor, their president has returned. She sent a communication throughout the planet and well... I think you should hear it." The man held out a datapad which Ultimatum accepted with a silent nod before looking it over. He reactivated his wireless connection with the systems around him and listened to what the datapad had in it.

After a minute of silence from the recording Ultimatum dropped the datapad. It fell to the floor with a clatter. The quiet was broken only the tinging of rocks on the airlock door and the interval breathing of the organic. "Thank you." Was all he managed to say before he turned back to the door leading outside. Taking a moment to finish his thoughts he continued, "Please tell the droids at the door that I will need my ship ready."

"Alright. Sir." Came the stilted response before the man, seemingly able to feel the coldness in Ultimatum's voice. He retreated as soon as he could, running back into the facility and its safety for the time being.

Stooping, Ultimatum lifted the datapad from the floor. He could feel himself shaking uncontrollably. A moment passed where he simply looked at the datapad. He sensed the anger and frustration building in his systems. The airlock door opened to the outside at his wireless command. Walking slowly into the storm he turned disconnected himself from everything and shut off his tactile sensations. Focusing his thoughts on the situation he attempted to bring his emotions under control. No longer did he feel the wretched heat, the howling wind, or the hellish dust. He walked to the edge of the lava river, simply looking into hungry abyss. He threw the datapad into the river and watched it sink beneath the surface, flames following it into the depths. Right there, death was right there. Freedom from the betrayals that organics seemed so fond of. What was he supposed to do? Be glad that the person he had been so concerned for and had spent considerable effort trying to locate had returned from the jaws of death? How could he when she had become something different from the person he knew her to be?

The Queen of Commenor, no longer a Lady, had claimed dominion of her world. Just listening to her told him that she was now dark. He had dealt with Sith before, he had been allies with dark people, and now she was one of them. The bright, kind Lady Kay...

Why? Why did they betray so quickly? Did they even care? He contemplated throwing himself into the river. What would it feel like? Would he finally feel peace? He began to lean forward, his mind already looking forward to the blackness. Then he remembered what he was here to do. What his purpose was. His destiny. He knew there would be trials, he knew there would be dark times, and he knew that it would all be worth it. His life for their eternity. He would suffer, he would remember all, and he was prepared for it.

Pulling himself away from the edge he knelt and basked in the purifying heat of the blazing river. He turned on his sensors and suddenly felt pain. Raw, physical anguish. He allowed it to burn away his doubts, his fears, and above all his sadness. His body glowed a bright yellow, the metal on the verge of its melting point. At that moment the droid pulled himself away. He spent ten minutes soaking in the warmth and agony that writhed in his body. It was delightful. Above all, it was this pain that would pull him through this time. He would need to remain calm and focused while he decided what to do about his... associate. The droid stood once more, accepting fate, and turned back to the airlock entrance. Time had come and now he had to work.

"Heaven or Hell, they will both wait."

-----------------

Within an hour the droid was in a shuttle bound for Commenor, no weapons or special devices aboard. He wished to confront the one who had once been his friend. He would give her one chance, she deserved that much. He would have wanted to give her an infinite number of chances to turn from what she had become, but history had proven that that was not the answer. If she was not ready to come back, to accept who she truly was beneath the pain and suffering, then she would need time. The droid understood that no amount of beatings would avail against the beliefs that one held. Someday she would realize it, that her strength did not come from using the Force as a crutch, it had come from who she had chosen to be. Whatever had changed her mind, Ultimatum guessed some Sith based on his own experience, was probably itself reliant on the Force to the point that it had not created its own identity.

At the end of the day, Jedi and Sith all began to look alike to one another. Jedi who stuck unwavering to the code became little more than paragons of light and believed that the Force had a will for them. On the other hand Sith merely became dark masters who only wished to strengthen themselves, utilizing the most convenient path possible. It was only when either stepped outside of the boundaries of the Force that they truly became someone special. The Force was little more than a method of achieving tasks more easily, it did not strengthen the person using it. Ultimatum believed this and because of it he saw the Force as a truly despicable power. It drew the organics to it, taking away their will to truly advance themselves in order to simply become more powerful in something that would prove useless one day. When organics stepped beyond the edges of the galaxy there would be no place for Force users to keep their powers, they would finally understand what it was truly like for everyone else.

The thoughts began to circle back around as his mind continued to process them. In sleep mode time was nothing, every thought and counter-thought took only milliseconds to produce. Realistically an entire conversation could occur within the blink of an eye. There was nothing better to do in Hyperspace. Vent, brood, question, they all had their place. They would make him uneven and he wanted to avoid that above all else at this time. When he stepped before her Ultimatum wanted to be perfectly calm so that none of his feelings showed themselves. He would have time to vent, he would have time to brood, and he would have time to question, but not now. Not now.


[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Ryn'Dhal"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Riven Black]

Presidential Palace, ​

Minister Black's Foreign Affairs Office​

​

Sleep.

It was something that had been hard to come by, pulling strings with other worlds over the disappearance of their fruitful leader [member="Lady kay"]. It was no surprise that the office was a mess. Piles of papers and books were scattered throughout the spacious room. The old wooden desk that supplied Riven's work had turned into a pillow and while he slept the fireplace roared with a flame. The winter months had made Commenor cold and while Lady Kay's absence was his biggest of concerns, keeping relations with other worlds was a top priority. The wide blue screen above the mantle continued to play the news, the headlines mainly talking of [member="Darben Skirae"]'s effort to calm the people on Commenor, posing the pubic's question, where was Lady Kay?

It was normal for the people of such a graceful world to be torn and confused, but in such unfortunate times, it was best to be vigilant and most of all, calm. The elders had contacted Riven once out of the uncounted months the investigation of his own took place. Nothing, not even a whisper of her whereabouts. This wasn't a normal disappearance and like most things that came after such a uncharacteristic vanishing, Riven was ready for a potential change in the great leader Kay. No one up and left like that, not to come back in some different way. Regardless, over the last few weeks Riven had been fulfilling some of Kay's duties. Speaking on her behalf, signing a more strict form of trade between worlds to prevent another potential attack, but his efforts would soon be useless.

Snoring, the drool from his mouth lingered over his forearm, a slight twitch shifting his chest against the edge of his desk. The same blue screen that showed his speech, continued to loop as the media tried to calm the public eye. It had been months of failure, but Riven couldn't worry about such things. He was forced into a position he had little experience in. According to the papers, Minister Black was an exception substitute of a leader. Along with Darben and company. If this were true than why did he still have night terrors?

The snoring continued as he was whisked into the dream, lightning flashing as the scene played out.

----Nightmare Sequence----

"Riven!" Kay screamed. The rain crashed down onto them both as they stood motionless. Kay continued. "How could you!" Her anger was filled with a choked up strain in her throat. Riven was confused as he stepped backwards, unsure of what she meant. "You gave up on me...What about the future of Commenor? The reason you are even here is because of me."

The nightmare abruptly changed pace, as the confrontation had elapsed to the two of them fighting. A bout that confused Riven, Lady Kay was using the force in his nightmare. Worse even, the darkside of the force. Her anger fueled her vengeance. Riven tried to do what he could, but when he went to send her back onto the ground, once more he hesitated, unsure of what to do. She had been lost, forced to breed the power of the darkside in order to walk tall.

​The nightmare vanished as a Riven's eyes snapped open.

---Nightmare Sequence End---

Riven slowly lifted his head and began to breathe heavily. The nightmarish display was only that, a nightmare. What had woken him was a loud beep, his datapad vibrating at the edge of his desk before a tall stack of books fell to the floor.

"Ugh."

A small groan escaped his mouth. The wet spot on his forearm irritated him before wiping the drool off with a soft cloth nearby. He hair was messy and while he had only been out for a few hours, what had transpired during such time was a pressing issue. Throwing the soft cloth to the wayside he sat up, straightening his jacket and shirt. Lazy in his effort to press the notification he grinned.

This better be important.

The small device blinked and right when he pressed the button a tiny knocked reached his door. It had been locked, mainly due to the fact he wanted peace and quiet. Ignoring it at first his dark, hazel eyes locked onto the screen, Lady Kay had returned. Overjoyed at first he stood up swiping the screen upward as it began to play on the blue screen over the mantle of the fireplace. Then like a thick wall of emotions his heart sank, the elders were dead. Worst of all Kay was in a black dress, the whole thing seemed off. Clenching onto his desk he tried to remain calm, but the anger fueled him. Her remarks were daunting and cold. This clearly was an impostor, another nightmare prolonged in his mind.

"What the-"

Riven was cut off by another knock this time it came loud and the sound of more feet accompanied whoever was willing to interrupt him. The guards outside his doors were told to send all back from where they came. Meetings were canceled till further notice. His right hand curled into a fist as he watched the screen intently. Another knock came, this time a commanding voice making itself present.

"Let us in Minister Black! You are under arrest! By the order of the Queen of Commenor! We will break the door down if we have to sir!" The guard's voice was defiant, forceful and worst of all loyal in his allegiance to Kay, or what was left of her.

Something dark had gotten to her, a venomous darksider, that much was clear. His anger almost clouded his judgement before snapping out of the sudden shock that dawned upon him. he made a promise to Kay, he would keep it. getting to her would be difficult and judging by her whereabouts on the screen, they were in the same building, only he was on the farther end. He knew the palace like the back of his hand. he had to act quick, but not loud enough for the guards to hear his bookcase shift open, leading to an underground passageway. Commenor was built for precautions such as this, some pathways lead all the way to the Twin Canyons, others the military base. Those paths weren't where he was going, no, he would reach Kay, no matter what.

Grabbing his datapad he quickly wrote a message and sent it to all those looking for Kay, at least those that probably didn't know. Then came his voice.

"This is Minister Black, I am in the palace that is currently occupied by Lady Kay and whatever new loyalists are with her, they want me under house arrest. If I had to guess, they are looking for all government officials. They started with the elders, I am going to find a way to her, I repeat, this is Minister Black..." He stopped speaking a loud crack echoing from the door, the guards started to bust the thick door down. A few pieces of wood flew through the air as a large metal cylinder crashed through the centerfold of the door.

Like the wind, Riven elegantlygrabbed all he could, his fiber corded, linked lightsabers and the satchel of important information that the guards may have wanted to bring back to Kay. If Kay was irredeemable, Riven had to cover Commoner's assets. Before squeezing his way into the crevice created by his book case he pressed send on the communication device and threw it through the closest window.

Pulling the bookcase back in place with his powers of the Kro Var, he shook his head.

There was still hope....

There had to be...

[member="Ryn'Dhal"] |[member="Thraxis"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Ghorua the Shark"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member=Connor Harrison"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Stardust Raxis"]

 

[Darben Skirae]

Darben Skirae sat in his office, Mute sitting on a chair with her legs swinging about. He was hard at work. He had sent out announcements, trying to calm the people. And he thought he was doing good...Until an announcement came. Her voice, he heard. [member="Lady Kay"] was making an announcement. She had returned. At first, he felt relieved. That was before the words she spoke came to his ears. A little part of him inside died. Kay, one of the kindest souls he ever knew, had killed the Elders. When it finished, he wasn't even sure who that was anymore.

A message arriving on his datapad brought him back to reality. He picked it up, seeing it was from [member="Riven Black"]. He listened...and his heart froze over. His hands began shaking. The datapad fell from his hands. Beads of sweat dripped down from his forehead. They had been betrayed.

His head snapped to the knock at the door. Followed by a stern voice. "Minister Skirae, you are under arrest by order of the Queen of Commenor!" Darben seized up. Straight away, he looked to Mute. "Mute, hide. Now" he whispered, stepping up from his chair. He couldn't let them find her. Even if it meant sacrificing his own freedom. 'The others better get here soon' he thought as he moved to the door, opening it after he was sure Mute was hidden and letting the guards in.

[member="Ultimatum"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Ryn'Dhal"]

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

A short holdover, meeting with a mercenary vessel, Ryn'Dhal had temporarily taken on his bipedal form, dressing simply, as he welcomed aboard his hired help.

"Ask no questions, and heed mine and mine allies commands in the likely conflict to come. Fight well, and earn your pay and glory. We make for Commenor." he spoke quickly, before letting the trained mercenaries take control of his vessel, flying the test of the way to Commenor. Before shifting forms for safety again, he caught a missive from an old friend, almost smirking at the moniker attributed to him by Ghorua.

'Heavy Fist, Old Guy',
I will meet you at your designated coordinates.
Be warned, I am exceedingly ready to avenge my sister.
Whomever caused this will be smote.

He sent a quick reply, before shifting forms once more, violent visions assailing his mind the remaining duration of the trip.

 

[Samka Derith]

There was no extravagant greeting for her when Samka Derith arrived on Commenor, she didn't want it that way today. Instead her shuttle landed just a few miles from Chasin City, there she was to be greeted by embassy staff and taken to First Order's Embassy.

Sam took a quick spot check before landing. The girl in the reflection was as pale as ever but she proudly noted that a hint of a more mature face and body shape were beginning to appear. Not fast enough for her liking but on the bright side a childish look had its advantages. Her clothing was the typical assortment she wore on duty. Robes and slender gloves over a one-piece uniform, all of it in dark colours. It was very similar to the attire she wore when Sam first met Kay, where Sam detained her and one of the other Knights shattered the mind of her pilot. Hopefully that wouldn't be the first thing this new Kay remembered. On more recent visits with Kay, Sam had worn more comfortable, light clothing. She didn't wear what most people in the galaxy would deem 'casual' clothes but for Sam, fine skirts and dresses were the closest thing. This was a reversal, a step backwards in their relationship regardless of however the teenager may feel about the woman's turn to the Dark Side. The Dark Side changed people and Samka didn't want to seem overly friendly going in. Besides, if Kay now dressed to intimidate so shall she.

The typical hiss and click of gas decompressing accompanied her as she walked down the landing ramp. There was a young woman dressed in a smart uniform waiting for her beside a speeder. She stood straight, impeccable posture and sent Sam a salute as she approached. Despite this, the woman looked nervous. Above, the skyline of Commenor grumbled as though the planet itself had grown full of rage. Not willing to be caught out in a storm, Sam entered the speeder without a word to the employee.

It was only a few minutes into the ride Samka finally spoke, "Send word to the pres- Her Majesty, that Samka Derith is thrilled to see her back alive. Let her know I request a high level meeting with her as soon as possible, both in my professional role as an ambassador and a more personal capacity."

The driver nodded and they continued in silence through to Chasin City with only the hum of the speeder and distant rumble of thunder making a sound.

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] @Thraxis @Ultimatum @Riven Black [member="Darben Skirae"]​

[member="Ryn'Dhal"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Stardust Raxis"]​

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

https://youtu.be/2x_IM8PuCxM​

CURRENT LOCATION: TWIN CANYONS, COMMENOR​

EQUIPMENT: IN BIO​

CURRENT MOOD: WHO KNOW?​

Months ago, he and the Lady had visited the Twin Canyons. It had been an attempt to get to the bottom of the Blood Frenzy, a mental disorder that plagued the genetically-modified hunter. [member="Lady Kay"] had believed it could be used as a tool, to make him one of the most powerful warriors the galaxy had ever seen. Their session had been cut short, however, when the Shark's fear got the best of him.

He refused to curl up and hide this time. This time, he would save Kay, one way or the other.

The Whalebone had been parked within the canyon itself, hidden away from scanners and visuals for the most part. Ghorua leaned against a pillar at the lip of a set of ruins, checking his guns absentmindedly. They were pristine, polished to a tee. All Ghorua had to do on his way here was check his equipment, make sure everything was working. It was all he could do to stop himself from crying, or hitting something. He couldn't believe this was happening.

During their last visit, Kay ad said he was lucky he had no sad stories. It appeared one might be writing itself as he thought.

He had called the Jedi for a specific reason. [member="Thraxis"] was unpredictable, unstable. [member="Samka Derith"] was a Dark-Sider herself. And he had no prior experience with the others, so they were untrustworthy. No, he could only trust the Jedi to oppose the Lady's turning as much as he did.

He couldn't let that monster masquerading in Kay's body to tarnish her name any more. The Shark didn't know much about the Dark SIde, or turning, or whatever, but he did know the kind Senator-turned-President he once knew was gone. He was prepared to go to any lengths to protect her memory.

And so the Shark waited for help, for the bastions of light to come to face the darkness with him.

He had a plan, but he needed help.

- [member="Darben Skirae"] - [member="Riven Black"] - [member="Ultimatum"] - [member="Veiere Arenais"] - [member="Ryn'Dhal"] - [member="Darth Prazutis"] -

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]@Ghorua the Shark[member="Samka Derith"][member="Darben Skirae"][member="Riven Black"]@Ultimatum@Veiere Arenais[member="Lady Kay"] @many others I'm sure

The ship exited hyperspace, stardust opened her eyes, a light shined in them steeled in battle and he'll, her eyes green as could be already looked as if she had been through he'll, becasue in her mind she had worked as many scenarios as she could none she liked and all had pain

The ship touch down, stardust stood as the men started unloading like usual, she boarded off with them, Saber at her side along with her sword, and hidden was a westar tucked away so no one could see it

However she didn't get far it seemed

you there! Minster raxis by order of the queen of commenor you are under arrest!

Stardust froze, she stayed still, a dragon waited till it needed to attack, she had to play this right or...well she feared the worst

Alright, I'll come quiet

She was placed in cuffs, she was led out of the space port, she closed her eyes using the firce to see, she waited till they were near the vehicle that would take her...

And then the emerald dragon struck

Like a force of nature she used the force to break the cuffs, in a motion like water she grabbed her blades and drew the sword, she used the blunt end and quickly started attacking, after the men were down blaster fire erupted over her head

She had to get out, she looked to one of her men as she nodded to him, he got her box and loaded it to a speeder and drove off..

However stardust was subdued quickly, she was dragged into a vehicle as she was dazed...she blinked as she looked around and smiled...maybe this will get her close...for answers

 

[Thraxis]

A wisp, a hiss, a flare, all words one could use when describing a metal mass flying through the atmosphere, its metal form close to shifting and peeling into nothing more than liquid droplets as the canister started to glow a subtle yellow, then an iridescent red as the atmosphere started to heat the body. Thraxis body began to fade, it was an all too familiar feeling, almost one that comforted him as he descended, the sweet embrace of near death engulfing him in an almost farewell of existence. His sight began to fade, dwindling into nothingness as he felt the heat began to ignite flares of flames around his body, licking at the Phirik as the outer coat began to tinge yellow.

His vision blurred then darkened, he felt the pressure of his heart stop, the light of white enveloping him. As he said a single word, it wasn't forced, yet it wasn't wanted to be said, it was as if he had resigned to death before he said the words. "K... Kay..." the words lurched on as the light slowly grew brighter and brighter, moving faster than he could handle. But the words, when uttered a shroud of darkness rushed over him, his eyes flared to life as a single line of fire burnt across the eye, covering his vision. In one eye, he saw everything clearly, the confines of the container, the mass of blue metal turning red around him. And he could almost feel the water droplets in the air turning to steam. Then in the other, burnt an iridescent strip of flame, engulfing his single eye with a rage he had only felt in days gone passed. The Rage of Zeltros burned his very core, his teeth grinding against one another as he pressed forward, his muscles stiffening as he let loose a single resounding cry around him. "Arrrggghhhhh!" he could only manage those words, his voice box almost burnt under the pressure as he felt for all of a second-time freeze, the container creating a path through nothing more than sheer determination and willpower.

The container crashed with a kamikaze-like a state, cracking and breaking stone beneath its weight as the people of Commenor catching but a glimpse of what could only be described as an Infuriated Burning Cargo Container, crashing into the building with a crash and a heave. The container hovered for a few seconds, its shape bending and twisting in the building, Thraxis had no idea of how far he had landed, but he could feel the shriek of stone echoing throughout the building. He could feel the container start to fizzle and burn, the metal itself bending and molding with the shape of stone before he saw it from a terrible crack straight through the middle. Thraxis took a pace, a single step into the middle as he stood on the stone, the shape of the container bending and finally snapping in two, leaving only a single black mass standing on the leftover stone, unphased by the cracking of his shell as he was almost born anew.

Some people gawked with horror as they saw what could only be described as an infuriated burning mass of blackness standing on the wall, its posture straightened as its arms bent to its side, his mouth swinging open ajar as licks of flame still danced across his body, the gentle tapping of wind trying to eradicate them from his body with little success. "Arrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhh!" Thraxis cried, his breath still heavy as he took in gulps of air, like a fish being introduced to water for the first time. He took a single step forward turning back and forth as he took a step on the searing metal Containers remains his head darting back and forth his vision a blur with rage as the single pestering flame refused to dissipate as he continued his dance of damnation, his very soul burdened with a single raging idea. Who Broke Kay.
[member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Ryn'Dhal"]
[member="Darben Skirae"] [member="Riven Black"] [member="Ultimatum"]
[member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

When the soldiers came banging on Einon's office door, he wasn't even there. After seeing the broadcast he did what any other sane Commenori might do, he left the Presidential Palace through the passages that he knew so well, hurried straight into Chasin City and went strait to one of the bars for a stiff drink. He needed to think, to contemplate his next move and drinking helped to clear his head.

This was madness. [member="Connor Harrison"] had suggested to him that something like this would happen, but that she would return stronger and make Commenor the better for it, that it could be one of the best things to have happened to her. Surely this isn't what he had meant.

Tied to his left leg, underneath his trousers was Kay's lightsaber. Einon didn't understand why, but he felt as though he needed to keep it. Maybe it was something to do with that Force mumbo jumbo, or just good instincts that came with his job. Either way, it was a memento of what was now lost.

Soldiers marched past the windows, but lucky for him, his scruffy look left him unrecognized. Einon knew full well how to blend in. But he knew well that he couldn't stay in the city for long either. Perhaps after the thunderstorm passes, he'll make his move.


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Kay was seated at her desk, going over all of the messages in the datapad that thankfully had no passcode. Some of the messages she remembered, while others, those sent to [member="Veiere Arenais"] , [member="Ghorua the Shark"] and [member="Samka Derith"] among them, could have easily been put there by someone else. In a way they were. The old Kay, the one [member="Darth Prazutis"] had tortured to near death for months on end, had written and received those messages. There was not a lot of personal information to be gained from them and it made her wonder if the old Kay was close to anyone at all. At least they had wanted to see her from time to time.

She felt a chill in the air, perhaps due to her door and one of her windows that she ordered to remain open, or maybe it was something more. Regardless, she wrapped a heavy black cloak around herself. It's weight was comforting.

Moments later a message was brought to her. So the First Order representative wished to gain audience with her? No doubt it was to approve of the new Commenor that she was rebuilding. There was Darksiders among them and according to the messages and files on the datapad, Sam was a Knight of Ren. Perfect. "Send her in when she arrives."

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Riven Black"] [member="Darben Skirae"] [member="Ryn'Dhal"]

 

[Sareen Zar]

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Nar Shaddaa, by God could you not get anywhere worse. Even the trash world of Lotho Minor seemed like paradise to this pit of low standards and loss of direction. It might have been bearable with just the filth, pollution, and general lack of hygiene, but what truly made this planet the worst of the worst was its deplorable population. Just spending a matter of days could radically change a person, the atmosphere was not only polluted by smog, but by the dreary, give up on life attitude of many of the moon's citizens that dragged even to the most optimistic souls to some form of depression. For Sareen, it had brought the once proud slaver to the bottle, this awful place had turned and distraught a powerful Trandoshan into a homeless drunkard, who could barely go three hours without being intoxicated in some way.

It was during one of these three hour sessions of sobriety when Sareen saw something that dredged up one of the few remaining emotions the Trandoshan could produce, anger. An a holoscreen through a tinted window he could see a news report, a story about the planet of Commenor, "...in other news, a regime change has occurred on Commenor. After the six month exodus of President Kay-Larr, she has returned to the public eye and declared herself sovereign monarch of Commenor, queen of the entire planet. On Antar..." That name. So much of his life, devoted from tarnishing that name from the galaxy. All that he had lost, failing where so many have tried before him. Sareen could not even hold the title of greatest of failed challengers to [member="Lady Kay"], he was but a spec in the storm of which Kay-Larr had so ardently braved.

It had all started as a job, when Sareen was just a bounty hunter, relatively unknown and without pay check he had seen her bounty on the Hutt Cartel's list of most wanted. Then things changed, the encounter on the moon of Endor. It was the first time he had truly seen her, the forest moon. Had it not been for those friends, powerful, powerful friends, Sareen might just have had her. But the Scorekeeper had different plans in mind. From there his resolve to capture the politician grew, it was no longer a job it was his fate, his destiny to bring an end to Lady Kay-Larr. Years spent, money wasted, equipment destroyed. All for what? To end up in a pile of humanoid waste and empty bottles? But now she was means to his end. For now was the time Sareen would bring about an end to this chapter in his life, once and for all.

The Trandoshan snarled as he slumped through the grotesque masses of the smuggler's moon. The former slaver held no weapons, much less armor of any kind, but he would find a way to get off this poor excuse for a rock. The planetary body was covered in spaceports and other barely legal starship landing zone. The only authorities were local cartel enforcers, and being a former slaving master for one of the biggest Hutt Cartels only 5 years earlier had helped Sareen learn how to get around such obstacles. Once Sareen got into a starship, he was home free.

Once inside a spaceport, Sareen took his choice of starship, something small and nimble looking would help if indeed anyone thought to stop him with anything larger than a blaster pistol. The Trandoshan saw a small freighter landing, perfect, the pilot and the ship's ignition key would be exiting right about, now. Sareen blocked the young Twi'lek from exiting her ship, annoyed, the smuggler shouted, "What the kark are you doing on my ship slimo?!" Sareen only snarled and moved closer, the woman backing up into the freighter hull. Fully emerged into the small ship. Sareen smiled before bringing his clawed right hand into her throat, dark red blood spurting out onto Sareen and the metal interior. A look of terror spread across her face as the last emotion before her body slumped to the floor, blood oozing out of her gaping mouth. Without hesitation Sareen stepped over her body, shutting the bay door behind him. With a quick examination he found the ignition key, a little sticky, but still functional. Suddenly the ship lurched up, as Sareen took the controls, pushing the throttle as he exited the atmosphere of the moon. Right as the freighter jumped to hyperspeed, only one look could be garnered from Sareen's yellowed eyes, rage, pure untainted rage.

[member="Thraxis"]
[member="Stardust Raxis"]
[member="Ghorua the Shark"]
[member="Samka Derith"]
[member="Ryn'Dhal"]
[member="Darben Skirae"]
[member="Riven Black"]
[member="Ultimatum"]
[member="Veiere Arenais"]
[member="Darth Prazutis"]