Rebirth of the Monarch

[Kay-Larr]

The guards quickly entered [member="Darben Skirae"] 's office after he let them in. They considered themselves lucky, or maybe Minister Skirae should consider himself lucky for not putting up a fight. "Good man. Do as your told and everything will be fine. Hold out your arms in front of you." As he did so, one of the guards put cuffs on him. Soon, Darben was being led out of his office and down the hall. They didn't travel very far, just to the other side of the wing.

There he was placed inside of a room that lacked furniture and decoration. His cuffs were not removed as he was shoved inside. The door was locked and two guards were placed on either side of it.

Mute seemed to have escaped their notice.

[member="Stardust Raxis"] on the other hand wasn't so lucky. After she was subdued and recuffed, she was relieved of her weapons and sent by transport to the Warehouse district. One would assume that she'd be taken to the Palace, but no, she was brought to the warehouse within view of her own and locked inside of an empty, windowless office. Four guards were stationed there outside of the door. There was only one way in and out of there. No words were spoken to her. All that Star had was darkness and time.

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Sareen Zar"] [member="Ryn'Dhal"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Riven Black"]

 

[Ultimatum]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k1-TrAvp_xs​

Had they arrived yet? How was he to tell in sleep mode? Of course, the ship's droid brain would tell him when they had exited Hyperspace. It was a long trip, compared to some of his others, but that was a fact hardly noticeable to him in his current state. A moment might pass as an eternity or an eternity as a moment. It did not matter truthfully, he would get there when he got there and not a moment before. There was no use in worrying. For a moment, or perhaps an hour, he remembered the person who had given him information when beginning the search of Kay, Einon if his memory served. The droid wondered if he was part of the new regime, or one of those many who would be executed or otherwise persecuted. Perhaps he would need to send the man a message, preferably without the new leadership finding out.

Time passed, how much he did not know. Ultimatum only became aware of the ship when a message came through to his mind warning him that they were being hailed by the planet's security detail. The droid was surprised that he had not been roused sooner, but he allowed the momentary lapse to disappear from his mind as he turned his attention to what was now the most important fact. He was dealing with a no doubt hostile government, he wondered if he would even be allowed a face-to-face meeting with the ex-president. It would not surprise him, she was different now. But then again, perhaps she would take the opportunity to show off her new decisions. It was a common tactic among organics, to cement their chosen identity by flaunting it for all to see. In a way, it was a rather attention-seeking method, but all the same it functioned well in most of their societies. The idea of making a statement about oneself was perhaps one of the most ingrained concepts that the organics had brought to their cultures.

Upon arriving at the communication equipment Ultimatum turned the comms on. He sent a message in a voice devoid of all emotion, not robotic but definitely not organic in nature. "This is Ultimatum, I wish to have a meeting with your new Empress. My ship and all aboard are unarmed, free of contraband, and open to searches as needed. If you are capable, please notify your superiors to my arrival and take the necessary steps to complete whatever work is required to allow our descent."

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As the droid waited he pulled himself back into his mind. There was much to prepare. He had an intended set of speeches to respond to most of what he anticipated Kay to say or ask. There were many things though that the droid wondered about her now. What had caused this? Pain, lies, threats, or something else? There were many paths to the dark, which made it more difficult to attempt to reason with someone if one was unaware of how they fell. How could he hope to persuade her to turn back if she was unwilling to speak about herself. Then again, he reminded himself, he was not going to attempt to persuade her anymore than ask. He had no idea what would happen truthfully. Would she attempt to kill him? Would she remember him? Was there any way to plan for this? What could he do? What should he do?

This was her decision, it was not his right to force her to change her mind. The best way of learning was to fail and learn from the mistake. Ultimatum wished that she would avoid the entire mistake, but there was little he could do. He would simply have to live with the decision and hope that she would learn and turn back from the path she had chosen. Animus had gone down this path, though Ultimatum had met him as a Sith so there was little hope of turning him away from it, and he had died for it. Hopefully she would avoid that fate. Only time would tell, and no doubt he would be there to see. If she should die, the droid chose to remember her as who she had been not this current phase. If she should come through, Ultimatum would be there to help her begin again.

Now, how best to handle her as she was at the moment. Condescension, disappointment, anger... He felt those for different reasons, but he knew he could not show them. He felt loss, that would never show its face on him. Cordially, emotionless, calm those were probably best under the circumstances. He would need to release the emotions definitely, but that would be for later. For now it was his fate to smile mirthlessly and bite his proverbial tongue.

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

 

[Darth Prazutis]

War was brewing.

​The Dark Lord could feel it crawling over his skin telling of the glorious bloodbath that was coming to Commenor. One by one the former friends of the old [member="Lady Kay"] would come, each threats from across the galaxy into one place at the same time. They were the flies descending into the spiders web, the sheep moving into the wolves den. One by one they would gather and they would all die together at the feet of his apprentice, all while he tore the souls from their dying corpses. "The notes of the old Kay will provide you insight on who our targets are. If they dare come here they shall be torn apart before us. The fools all descend on the wolves den, on the eve of the hunt." ​Braxus said. While Kay searched through the desk he stood in the center of the room his arms held out to either side.

A team of two servants brought in from Vain Hollow crept into the chamber and began stripping Braxus of his robes and the dark armor he wore until he remained in the specialized bodyglove beneath. Then they began to place on the dark lords runed battleplate its dark spikes and dark blue tabard striking fear into the hearts of his enemies. One by one each piece was placed on by caring hands all while Braxus didn't move a muscle. Then his weaponry were strapped on once more with the dark gauntlets, the runed sword and lightsabers, his rifle, and a pair of blaster pistols strapped to his side. When the armor was in place Braxus ran diagnostics on his HUD before retracting his helmet, approaching the desk by his apprentice.

The datapad she was coming through held several names most notably @Veiere Arenais, [member="Ghorua the Shark"], [member="Ultimatum"] and [member="Samka Derith"]. But while she held little of her own memory he held much more. When he rebuilt her memories he saw who her friends, enemies and allies were. [member="Ryn'Dhal"] and @Stardust among others all of which he wagered would come. Naturally she had enemies besides him and the painful memories of [member="Thraxis"] torturing her were one of his torture devices used to grind Kay down utterly. "They will try to use reason and conversation to draw your attention, to get you to lower your guard. It's an age old tactic they'll use to try and capture you and rob you of your birthright. Use your power your resources and swiftly destroy them." He said as a brief alarm went off in the palace. It was the signal that the defenses activated especially large blast doors dropping over all windows and doors. One by one the tunnels were sealed by these doors.

The loyal servants of the God-Prince were thorough in their search over the blueprints of the palace while they changed every security code and password to enter, wiping everyone of the friends of Kay including all of her ministers and presidential guards codes from the list. New ones were dished out to the new guard and staff. A team would monitor the cameras and sensors from the security station that would herd the new arrivals in ripe for the slaughter.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay continued to search the datapad. Most correspondences were formal, even with those that she couldn't remember. It bothered her that there was gaps in her memory. But that is the price to pay for being reborn, for getting her power back.

She raised a brow, looking up as [member="Darth Prazutis"] mentioned it being the eve of the hunt. " I know that [member="Samka Derith"] is on her way. She is a Knight of Ren, a representative of the First Order. I don't...remember her but she should be on our side." Kay wanted to ask what hunt it is that they were going on, but she changed her mind as he was getting dressed for battle. It was not her place to question her Master right now.

Kay studied the messages again, taking note of which people she seemed to talk to the most. Would they all come? Would they all try to--her eyes were drawn to her Master while he spoke of them wanting to capture her and take her crown away. No doubt they would torture or beat her like [member="Thraxis"] ,[member="Ghorua the Shark"] and others have done. Captivity brings nothing but pain.

Alarm bells began to ring out, her head suddenly turned to the windows as the blast doors slid over them, grinding metal over stone. Her body tensed. Was it happening? Were her enemies trapping her in her own home? She looked to the door to her office, waiting for it to be shut and sealed....

But it never happened. Kay looked to the guards, her Master, none of which seemed to be concerned over what was happening. So this was all part of the plan. She closed her eyes while she centred herself, focusing once again on what she had to fight to protect. It was her birthright to wear the crown, her destiny, the Elders deemed it so, they didn't resist. She was far stronger than they were and she wasn't alone in this fight.

Kay placed the datapad down on the desk and then wrapped her fingers around her newly constructed lightsaber that lay next to it. The intricate design was similar to her old one. But where it had gone, she wasn't sure. The training that she had received gave her full confidence in wielding it, however, especially as she no longer felt as though she had to hide the talents that she possessed. Let those who didn't know to get angry. Her anger and power was much stronger.

[member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Ryn'Dhal"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Darben Skirae"] [member="Riven Black"] [member="Sareen Zar"]

 

[Thraxis]

He took a single step forward, removing himself from the top of the container as he quickly darted across to a stone wall, landing longways letting the stone cool his armor down with a quick hiss and fizzle as the emblazoned light dissipated into stone, leaving nothing more than a mass of black Phirik as he took a breath of relief, finally being unburdened by the heat as he slowly peeled away. He fell with a thud, deep breaths taken as a few minutes passed by. He listened to the sounds that emitted from the fiery container, the sound of burnt metal hissing against cold stone echoing around him as he slowly ripped himself from the comforts of the ground.

He looked around for a few seconds, little drizzles of light cascading down from the roof behind him as he started to pace forward, a long winding corridor standing before him as he passed through, the subtle echoes in the distance of guardsman wandering through the halls. With his bag still strapped around his chest, he made his way through, the sound of the Eternity Droids hovering behind him a comfort as he moved through enemy territory without another to aid him.

As he made his way through the corridor he heard the sudden jolt of movement, the sound of metal cascading down as he realized walls and doors began to land with Durasteel-esque thuds. He turned back and fourth, the subtle movements of Security cameras only furthering his suspicions of being pulled deeper into a trap. He turned back and forth, checking to see if the trap was anymore elaborate. Though after a few minutes, realized what futility that was, it was Kay he was dealing with, not himself. With a heavy breath of respite, he looked to the Camera that had skulked watching him, flipping the bird. Within a few seconds, he looked back to the door, letting loose a calm breath as his hand closed into a fist, his thumb pressing on a thumb pad inside as a trail of green rushed forth, as he took a step back from the door.

With a leap and a bounce his arms became a flurry, no grace in the movements, more like some wild rancor fighting in a desperate struggle as light quickly tore through the metal, long streaks of black was the only trace left behind before finally the light dissipated as quickly as the flurry of movements. His thumb released from its grip, his palm opening wide as he pressed against the Metal Door, pushing it down with a heave as he took his first step out, a sarcastic wave all that he left behind as he continued his walk down the spiraling corridor. Heading deeper and deeper into the complex of the fortress.

Then it hit him, he looked around, scanning the monitors and the doors as he paused in his endless assault. This is.... Too much.... He thought to himself, it almost hurt his ego as he continued his assault. A few doors down before he realized who it could have been and the thought flared anger, pushing himself with reckless abandon as he no longer expanded energy of frivolous movements, simple cuts torn through the door following with a punch. "Those pricks.... They came here and didn't even tell me..." his anger slowly peaked and boiled, the memory of words washing over him again as he realized why they were all here, reminding himself, why he was here. His movements started to shift and morph, his shoulders dropping low as he started to rush through the rooms, getting an almost-metronome like sense as he carved himself a path, "Kay... Kay... KAY!" the words bombarded as he began to cleave through the complex, his voice trailing along the halls behind and ahead as he listened to the footsteps of the guards closing in.
@Ghorua the Shark @Samka Derith [member="Ryn'Dhal"]
@Darben Skirae [member="Riven Black"] [member="Ultimatum"]
[member="Lady Kay"] @Veiere Arenais @Darth Prazutis

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Lady Kay"]
Stardust groggy remembered where she was...room was dim..she closed her eyes and let the force become her eyes, she walked forward as she felt the door and then wall by it, she could feel four others outside of it, no doubt guards

Stardust had to change her tactics, she felt she wouldn't get far with her usual bang bang shoot tactics, instead she had to focus on how to get to [member="Lady Kay"] without causing a scene like she did

So, she did what she didn't like and sat down, she started mediating on the firce, pulling it to her, she felt both sides whispering to her, the light a claiming soothing voice to make her mind rational, and the dark side a booming loud voice telling to to break the walls down and leave destruction in her wake to get to lady kay

However started tuned out and waited...what would happen she didn't know...

@Thraxis@Darth Prazutis[member="Ultimatum"]

 

[Samka Derith]

The Presidential estate was a building she'd visited a few times in her days. It was a tranquil, elegant place she was rather fond of. Now Samka supposed it was the Royal Palace instead. The transition from an elected, republican leader to a heridtory monarch could be a difficult progress for a populance to accept. Unfortunately the Lady Kay had fuelled such attitudes during her time as President which would cause her problems with dissent now. On the positive side, the President Kay was a kind, strong willed person who had won a great many admirers. Admirers who believed she could do no wrong. It would be these people who formed the loyalists to their new monarch. By the time they realise their beloved President has returned a changed woman, it would be too late.

Stopped at the gates by a pair of guards, Sam resisted the urge to choke them and walk through. No matter how satisfying it would be, such an action would give a wrong impression to her host. Her host. Samka was waved through upon showing a holo of her invitation by Commenor's new Queen but her mind was stuck on the woman she had warmed to in the months before her disappearance. What was it that had drawn the teenage Ren to the kindhearted politician? The pair were incredibly different in just about every conceivable way. By Kay's standards, the Ren was a killer and slaver, something she should've rejected instantly regardless of however amiably the young girl behaved to her. Yet Kay had seen something in her, believing that people could change and that one day, their ideas would become the same. She was right, just not in the way Kay had predicted. Would the new Kay Larr even remember her? The thought troubled Samka more than it should have. Lady Kay had been among the few to extend kindness to the young girl. Something she'd almost forgotten the sensation of. Even if the new Monarch of Commenor was ideologically closer to her, loosing the woman she had grown close to was... painful. No matter how hard she tried to crush these doubts in her mind, they persisted like an irritating insect one could not swot. Always buzzing, unable to be ignored.

Before she was even aware of what was happening, Samka stood outside the room of the Monarch herself. She could feel a great darkness inside, new yet familiar. Had Kay always been Force Sensitive? She had hid that well... Beyond that there was something else familiar, something she had felt far away... A sensation which reminded her of the bleakness of Fornow, a broken world of hopelessness.

Sam stood up straight, perfect posture in her body and an unreadable expression on her face. She awaited her invitation to enter and once more meet the woman who had once began to defrost her heart.

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Thraxis"]​

[member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Ryn'Dhal"] [member="Darben Skirae"] [member="Riven Black"] [member="Sareen Zar"] [member="Ultimatum"]​

 

[Sareen Zar]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4NpHAQcGwwI[/media]​

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Sareen's stolen freighter materialized out of hyperspace into the numerous ships entering and exiting Commenor. The space traffic was of Terminusian levels, which provided ample cover for Sareen to take his ship down. If it wasn't already, his ship would be marked as stolen, identifiable by any planetary customs agency, and if the vessel wasn't, after some previous run ins with local authorities, Sareen was wanted here for many charges. In sub-light speed, Sareen set an automatic course, to barrel through the orbital defense authorities as fast as he could, and crash down on the surface. When Sareen left the console, the small freighter began to pick up speed, heading directly towards the planet. If he had done it right, he would crash outside Chasin City, the capital, and by his assumption, the location where [member="Lady Kay"] Larr resided.

The Trandoshan exited the cockpit to examine the cargo hold, see if he could obtain any useful items, being unarmed himself, if he wanted to kill the Queen, he needed some weaponry. To his dismay the entire cargo hold was filled with foodstuffs, and other consumption items. But he did notice one crate marked Sullustian Gin. A bottle wouldn't hurt, at least not with his Trandoshan immune system and his built up tolerance form years of excessive drinking. Smashing open a hole with his fist, he wrangled a bottle out and began chugging it down as he searched the vessel. Eventually all that was left to search was the corpse of the former pilot of this vessel. The bleeding had stopped but the blood hadn't dried so far, not that it deterred nor bothered Sareen. For the Twi'lek was but another Jagganath point in the Scorekeeper's eternal tally. Once again he was left disappointed, Sareen wondered what pilot in their right mind would fly to Nar Shadda without armament? A dead one thought Sareen, answering his own question in his own sick comedic way.

The ship began to experience turbulence, indicating the ship had just run through the patrol vessels, Sareen considered himself lucky that the freighter hadn't experienced any blasts from local authorities. But soon enough, laser fire began to hit the freighter, not that it mattered to him, he was going to crash the bugger anyways, might as well give them some target practice, just as long as they didn't scratch him too hard.

BOOM

One of those patrol vessels must have hit the engines. Sareen did not have much time to think about it as parts of the ship began to fall to pieces, one particular steel bar knocking Sareen over the head, taking him out cold.

The ship began to spiral before striking the grassy fields hard. Fire and metal debris followed in it's wake, tearing up the dirt beneath it. Following the wreckage came two patrol vessels. From an outside view one could tell they were communicating with each other, before one landed an the other returned back to it's post in orbit. Four soldiers piled out of the vessel, each in identical uniforms, issued the same rifle. They spread apart, checking different areas of the wreckage, it did not take long to find the dead Twi'lek who's body had been flung from the hull of the freighter. Eventually one entered the destroyed ship, the other three either examining the Twi'lek or other parts of the wreckage spread apart across the grass.

Sareen woke to the sound of footsteps on metal, the soldier who had entered. Despite the crash the walls were mainly intact, albeit a little warped, whilst the roof had almost been entirely ripped off. Quietly, Sareen lifted himself onto his legs, his claws extending from his scaly fists. When the soldier turned into the corridor he was met with a charging Trandoshan. The close quarters gave him no chance to raise his rifle, nor to call for help, as his throat was torn open by Sareen, his rifle fell to the floor, making a large clanging sound. Immediately, the other soldiers began approaching the hull of the ship. So much for stealth thought Sareen. Laser bolts began to scar the corridor the soldier came down, forcing Sareen to leap back into the corridor he had previously been in. With an outsreteched arm he grabbed the rifle and began haphazardly firing back. He could not aim for fear of being shot, and they outnumbered him. If Sareen wished to see the president, he'd have to do the one thing he couldn't bear the most.

Surrender.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay frowned as she was informed that [member="Thraxis"] had crashed into the Palace. He caused damage to her home. Perhaps it was payback for what she nearly did to his mental institution, but still, there was no reason for her to believe that he should be here. Unless, he came to swear fealty to her. He was under employ for some time, or rather employed by General Santiago.

Her expression changed however when she was notified of [member="Samka Derith"] 's arrival outside of her door. Once the throne room was complete, people would meet her there, but until that time, her office would do. Kay looked to [member="Darth Prazutis"] for a moment, and gave him a small smile. It was showtime. Time for her to show her worth.

She released her grip on her lightsaber and placed it on the centre of her desk, before walking around it and taking a seat in one of the comfy chairs. She crossed her feet at the ankles, tucking them under her seat and folded her hands on her lap, keeping her poise tall and straight, giving off the presence of the royalty that she was.

With a nod of her head, Kay indicated to the guard to let Sam in. When the young Knight of Ren approached, she wouldn't see any hint of recognition in her eyes, but she was greeted with warmth and a friendly-put-upon smile.

"Welcome, Sam. I trust that you have come to ensure that our alliance with the First Order is still intact? I can assure you that it is. Nothing has changed on that front." Only in other ways had she changed, of which Sam had already started to pick up on.

 

[WolfMortum]

The Vegabond erupted out of hyperspace with an underwhelming boom, the engines all audibly firing as the hyperdrive disengaged and the stars returned to their typically isolated and immobile positions in the ocean of darkness, all the light that reflected upon the head of the small diplomatic vessel, the light of the sun coming over the planet of Commenor to which Veiere stood now, behind Cillian bearing his Armor with the exception of the helm; behind him, a dark blue cape that came just shy of the vessel's floor.

It had taken him far longer to arrive than he had wished, not only due to the vessels lack of wartime armaments and utilities but too his need to realign himself in the light of the Force. Veiere knew thus far that [member="Lady Kay"] had returned, he knew that she was alive and safe enough to announce her return to the world, thus he came to refuse his emotions the urgency that they seemed to scream at him, instead trying to fall back on the advice that Coci had offered him. He would be no good to anyone hindered by his own vulnerabilities to the Dark Side; this would mean that coming to speak with Kay, his own attachments to her would need to be level...

-This seemed like an impossible task yet...

"So then...-How shall we go about this..." Cillian questioned, turning to look over his shoulder to Veiere disturbing the Jedi Knight from his thoughts and returning his focus to the front of the vessel and the trade world that lay in wait before them.

"Inform [member="Ghorua the Shark"], [member="Ultimatum"], [member="Thraxis"] and [member="Samka Derith"] if possible of my arrival. Tell only Ghorua that we intend to rendezvous with him at the coordinates suggested. I want no violence here but I feel no comfort coming from ahead..." His brows furrowed, his hand gripping the back of the pilots seat a little tighter as he extended his reach out to envelope the bond that he shared with Kay; "This will not be a warm welcome..." He almost whispered under his breath, his eyes slowly shifting to glance to his younger friend. "You will not be accompanying me on this one Cillian, instead perhaps it's best that you contact Admiral Ansion after all...-Have a recovery fleet on standby, preferably in a neighboring system, I'll leave the details to him but just as a precaution...Return the Vegabond to Voss and remain there with it".

Cillian enjoyed little in the descent into Commenor's atmosphere, the young man had flown the same route for years now yet never had it been a concern before now that their homeworld could be a death trap awaiting to swallow them into it's maw. He felt even less assurance coming from Veiere, the older male seeming flustered, perhaps a mixture of confusion and anger emanating from the usually placid and calm Knight of the Order. "As you say, Master", Cillian reluctantly complied and angled the nose of the ship away from the center of Chasin City, using the mountains surrounding it instead to cover their entry as best as possible, seeking the coordinates given. In his young mind, all the while hoping that this was not an ambush awaiting them too. After all, if Kay could be seen as potential opposition then why not her friends also.

Spoiler

I apologize for my absence, 'tis the time of year and even now I am not at my usual activity. I do however plan to be frequent in my responses and will do my best to not hold anyone back. This Laptop is gonna kill me...

Cheers,

V.Arenais.

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua had been waiting for the Jedi for some time, but had expected such. He figured that in this situation, it would be most beneficial not to rush into anything without proper preparation or thought. That would get them killed. He received a message from presumably [member="Veiere Arenais"], saying they were on their way. Good.

Still, he figured he might as well begin his plan without the Jedi around.

Ghorua spoke into his comms, barking out an order. "Probes 1, 2, 3. If you would be so kind as to wake your lazy chassis' up, and scout out the city." The Shark's ears were immediately greeted by tired boops and whistles as the droids powered up, and floated out of his ship. Three ACS Modular Probe Droids of the Observer variety began to hover in the direction of the city. Their armor, made of weak sensor-blocking reflec, added to their small size, made them quite difficult to detect. Ghorua was hoping to get a crude map of the city, the easiest, least chaotic way to the palace, and, when he figured it out, the easiest way to Einon.

Ghorua spoke again, this time into his helmet. "Command; Contact Einon."

As Einon was drinking, he would hear a beeping coming from whatever communications device he had on him. Should he pick it up, he would hear Ghorua's voice. He sounded deep and intimidating as ever, but also slightly unnerved himself.

"Einon, I've heard of the arrest warrants on Commenori officials. I'm coming to rescue you. What's your location?"

- [member="Lady Kay"] - [member="Sareen Zar"] - [member="Samka Derith"] - [member="Stardust Raxis"] - [member="Thraxis"] - [member="Darth Prazutis"] - [member="Ultimatum"] - [member="Ryn'Dhal"] -

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

She let a breath out, seems several allies had entered the area...Stardust had no way of reaching them, how comms had been taken along side her weapons and guns, so she tapped into the one thing she hadn't used in so long

Telepathic talking

[member="Veiere Arenais"], she felt him, given how far away he was...her voice was probably but a Meer whisper in his head

-veiere...I've been captured....in the warehouse district...follow my signature....if you are able...-

She gasped as she panted sweating, that had taken it out of her, so she focused on becoming a force beacon of a sorts, her force signature would withdraw then expand out, she was not gonna sit by...but wasn't gonna charge...maybe it would distract...or give her a chance somehow

[member="Ghorua the Shark"][member="Veiere Arenais"][member="Lady Kay"][member="Sareen Zar"][member="Samka Derith"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Despite the Vegabond's rather subtle lavish appearance, Cillian brought the back-end of the vessel arcing around as it descended swiftly to the ground floor of Commenor, he claimed the move the 'Helix Touchdown', in which Veiere quickly stepped off from the landing ramp and within moments, the ship was lifting up and away again making short work of the Jedi Knights arrival home. Commenor was a typically green planet and yet the canyons and the surrounding area in which [member="Ghorua the Shark"] had asked to meet him at, were rather barren, all remaining grass tongues dried to a sandy brown and the soil nothing alike the soft moist earth that he used at his home in the mountains. [member="Lady Kay"] had given him a wonderful little homestead, well out of the way of the public eye as was fit for the Exile at the time, she'd even done him the justice of keeping it off of the books and negated all public record of it to the rest of her people. Still, Veiere had felt it a risk to visit the place before seeing first to the others. He still wished not to believe this tragic turn in Kay's alignment and faith in the Force, yet his conscious argued with him the severity of the situation and no longer did he have the time to doubt things.

With the lightsaber of [member="Brennan Cabrol"]'s hooked to his belt, he moved on through the canyon pass, walls of rock on either side of himself, the height in which could have made for a perfect ambush had their been others in wait, yet he sensed no immediate danger here, the eyes unseen took in no other souls beyond physical sight save for the few that he had met before on various different occasions. Some were distant, some felt anxious or otherwise afraid, others rebellious and aggravated yet most notably was Ghorua's presence which brought a moment of relief to Veiere's mind. 'Ghorua, I am here' he reached out not with his hands but with his ability in the force to contact the Shark through telepathic communication, one of his many focuses over the last few decades studying the ways of the Force. Yet as he focused, enveloped himself within the light and all the flourishing life that existed within the cover of the Force itself, something else attached itself to him...

-veiere...I've been captured....in the warehouse district...follow my signature....if you are able...​

​

It was distant but her words reached him, [member="Stardust Raxis"] of whom he had met many years ago back on Imaha...-Imhalayan? Truth be told, the system that he had been invited to and more significantly her very world of which she ruled had escaped him in memory. Veiere had visited many a planet but it was her person that he had ventured there to meet. She had heard of his assisting the good Lady Kay as a body guard and later a notable advisor to her court. She was here, on Commenor and incarcerated by the government of the people...

His pace slowed and he found himself standing stationary once more, his eyes to the dry ground beneath his boots, his brows flattening and eyes searching for nothing in particular, his thoughts taking him once more. If Star had been captured, once a good friend and even considered family to their small circle of associates, it meant that thngs had truly turned pear shaped....-She was not an official member of the Government here but a representative of an allied house to the trade system. What then would that mean for the others caught up in the works of diplomacy and negotiation, ministers and other representatives, states of whom had set up embassies, months of work and effort put into making Commenor the heart of something that would work as a deterrent to war...Broken down, contorted and manipulated now to turn against those who had put their faith in the ideals of the Commenori.

His breath escaped him, he stumbled somewhat to the left and reached out to steady himself against the rock wall. The sudden revelation hit him in full force and though denial had brought him so far, it was an inescapable truth now. 'Kay...', he called out once more, telepathically not certain if his words would reach far enough for her to hear yet he couldn't stomach the truth with enough sense to keep quiet any longer, 'Kay, this isn't you...-I know who you are and this is not your way, please...'. Veiere settled himself down against the flat of a fair sized rock, seating himself forward, elbows pressing against his knee's while he focused on her position as best he knew how, their bond keeping them both connected whether for better or for worse now, such things were not easily broken. 'The people of this world are no threat to you...Release your captors, exile them but bring them no harm...-I will come to you soon....-Wait for me'. The concentration it took to hold such a connection was severed, it left him exhaling heavily and turning to stare off in the direction he'd come from. Regardless of the outcome of all things, his path would lead him to her and he knew not what would follow but there was simply no other choice. Perhaps Coci would advise him to wait, to wait it all out until he had the strength of his apex years but Veiere was too proud to run and too attached to Kay to ignore the calling. A cloud hung over Commenor, a sheet of darkness of which the eyes could not see but within the Force, all those akin to it's field would be able to sense. It was the gentle scream of intimidation, the whispering of unease and the wake of conflict just out of reach.

"Ghorua!" he suddenly called out, turning to look back to his left feeling the larger male somewhere nearby, "I am alone" he added in the case that the Shark might question otherwise...

 

[Kay-Larr]

Einon heard the beep of his commlink. He rolled his eyes for anyone watching and then put it up to his ear to listen to [member="Ghorua the Shark"] . He wasn't quite expecting to hear from the Herglic, let alone to be 'rescued' by him, but that didn't mean that he was going to turn him down. Yet with the soldiers making their rounds outside, he couldn't risk any spies in his midst. He hit the button to send off his off beat reply. "Can't a guy get a drink without his wife nagging on him? Not like I want to be around you with that cold you've got. You sound like a Herglic. Just give me 15 minutes before you come marching down here. Heck, I'll even meet you halfway, okay? Corner of Burnaby Ave and Whalley Ring Road. And no...I'm not with anybody." He ended the transmission and finished his drink. "I should have listened to my father. Could have saved me SO much trouble." Einon slapped down the credits for his drink on the table and got to his feet, exiting the bar to head to his intended destination.

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The door to the room that [member="Stardust Raxis"] was in opened, revealing a dark figure in the doorway. The backlight hid him in shadow while he spoke. "Rest well, Miss Raxis. You'll be seeing our Queen in the morning. As you can imagine, she has a tight schedule. Any attempts to escape or attacks on our guards will have...explosive results to your warehouse and all of it's precious cargo and employees. Think about that before you get any ideas. Goodnight." Once again the door was shut and locked.

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Kay waited for [member="Samka Derith"] to approach and as the young Knight of Ren took her steps, the Queen found herself holding her breath. She squinted her eyes a little as she heard the voice of [member="Veiere Arenais"] in her mind. It was a voice that she didn't recognize, yet for some reason she was connected to him. She felt it, both of their destinies intertwined. He was telling her what to do, almost giving her orders, and as [member="Darth Prazutis"] had said, the friends of her old self would come and that they would try to capture her and take her crown away. Kay tightened her grip on her hands, her body stiffening slightly and the yellow speckles in her eyes twinkling as they started to glow. She was not going to allow herself to be usurped or captured or tortured. Not again.

Before Kay could respond to Veiere, the connection was broken. That was probably a good thing. The trap for this...man...she wanted to lay out herself. If he did not yield, then she would be forced to kill him like anyone else. Or perhaps death was too pleasant. Maybe she would break him instead. That thought alone brought a small smile and softened her features.

There was much to prepare for.

[member="Ultimatum"] [member="Ryn'Dhal"] [member="Darben Skirae"] [member="Sareen Zar"] [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

This was a party Connor Harrison was late for.

Returning to Commenor, namely the embassy set up for the Silver Jedi Order, he had little else to go on since Lady Kay had been abducted, but on the way in through the decadent plaza, there was much hustle and bustle. Many whispers and exclamations and gossip-mongeres. He picked up a few names here and there, and few words like "President", "Sith", "Murder". That could mean only one thing.

Connor followed protocol - signed in, checked in, passed through security and headed straight to his study that Lady Kay had made sure was for him and him alone. There, he removed his cloak and threw it over the chair he sat on, looking out of the window through pale drapes. Tapping his chin, the Jedi Master sighed and stayed there for a few more seconds before turning to activate the monitor on his desk with feeds from the planet. It was there he saw an option for the live feed from non other than Kay, although it wasn't live anymore, it was recorded and playing in a loop for all to see on the wavelength.

Connor activated it and watched.

It ended, and he watched it again, on the edge of his seat.

So Kay had become corrupt and lured to the Dark Side. It was too good to be true. A real political power player was soon to be on side, and he had everything to play for keeping her that way.

Rubbing his chin, he watched it again to make sure he took everything in about the change in leadership she was enforcing. It was clear she wasn't alone in this game, but then none of them ever were...

[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Samka Derith]

As the doors to Lady Kay's office opened, the teenager marched forwards, doing her best to keep her posture perfect and expression unreadable. As she grew closer to Kay, Samka could see the effects of Dark Side corruption for herself. Her eyes now burned a sulphuric yellow and her skin was no longer the healthy pinkish shades it once was. The Dark Side of the Force was strong here, unrefined perhaps, but strong. In spite of that, Kay Larr seemed to be smiling... Samka had no way of knowing the smile was brought on by the elder woman's dreams of crushing her once closest friend and instead took it as encouragement.

The Knight of Ren offered a deep curtsy as she spoke, "Your Majesty, may I say how relieved I am to see you again. I was... deeply concerned for your safety." She broke formality for a moment and let a smile grace her lips, it was neither the smug nor sadistic one she often wore but one of genuine warmth. It was gone again within a moment, buried into the diplomatic mask of formality at least until she learned how this new and improved Lady Kay ticked.

"Yes, of course that's the primary reason for my visit. Transitional times such as these bring uncertainty, the Supreme Leader seeks reassurances that our interests in this sector shall not be compromised. As a gesture of goodwill, I can tell you that the First Order embassy here has already received numerous requests for political asylum. Rest assured the full details of these cowards and traitors shall be passed on to you to do as you please. We look forwards to dealing with the new, wiser Commenor in the future."

Then her holo chimed. Samka snarled in irritation, she was busy. Yet always on duty. If there was another attack on her homeland and she ignored the call to arms because she was catching up with an acquaintance, she could never forgive herself even if said acquaintance was a newly crowned monarch.

"Excuse me for brief moment, your Majesty, I have many vital duties which cannot be ignored," Sam shot Lady Kay an apologetic glance and reached down to check her messages. Upon seeing it wasn't marked urgent nor from any of the Ren or First Order command, she almost closed it without so much as a glance of the content. That was until she saw the sender. Veiere Arenais.

She'd met the Jedi Knight on a few occasions, a man incredibly passionate for a Jedi. Passionate about Lady Kay. He had recruited her aid in the search for the missing president, futile as it may have been. It seemed the Jedi now thought they were allies, how sweet. Buried in the back of Samka Derith's mind was conscience. That conscience was telling her that the woman she was speaking to was not the Lady Kay she once knew. The woman who had shown her kindness and offered her refuge was dying, being consumed by the Dark Queen before her. That if anyone could bring back the woman Sam had met all those months ago, it was Veiere and she should do everything to help him. That was not the story Samka wanted to hear. It was so much easier to force herself to believe that Lady Kay was back with only a few minor changes and before long things would be back to how they were before only this time without the troublesome ideological differences they held. In fact, things should be better than before! Veiere Arenais the rest of Kay's old friends had done her no wrong yet they were no doubt trying to unravel such a positive change in Kay, in Commenor and so, with regret pushed down to the pit of her stomach, Sam read his message aloud for Commenor's new monarch.

"It appears your former bodyguard, Veiere Arenais, thinks I am his friend," Sam shot an inquisitive glance at Kay, keen to see her reaction to the news. "He has asked me to aid in destroying you, not the finest bodyguard I've heard of. He's back on Commenor but no word on his exact location, he's not that foolish. Your former allies are in motion, I recommend you act with haste before they can organise."

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Sareen Zar"]​

@Thraxis @Darth Prazutis [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Zark"] [member="Ryn'Dhal"] [member="Darben Skirae"]​

 

[Thraxis]

It took only a matter of minutes for the pitter patter of steps to reach him. His head bowed down as he made his approach, unfamiliar with what was about to shoot through the doorway. First, he cleaved and carved through the steel door before him, his ignited blades leaving nothing behind but a single streak fo blackness as he pressed his hand against the cold steel, pressing down as he felt it slowly descend downwards. Only for it to come heaving upwards, Thraxis eyes widened, his free hand pressing against the door as blaster fire rung through the metal plate pushing backwards as Thraxis dug his heels into the ground, his arms bulging as he attempted to press through.

Then he felt it, the subtle heat radiating from the steel slab as the front started to glow an iridescent yellow, the pressure of heat slowly running through his arms. He forced himself through, managing a single step before feeling the impact of a hail of blaster fire. The sound was unmistakable, the sound of rotation echoing around him as he felt his chest get impaled with a hail of blaster fire. His body arching over, the concussive force knocking his body over with overwhelming force.

Backwards he fell, the once shield turning into a burdening prison as it fell with a mighty 'THUMP' against his chest, his body laid out flat as the group of men approached blaster guns in hand. "That was unimpressive." one of the men said, kicking against the arm as Thraxis laid there, vision blurred as he let out a defeated sigh.

Another man walked over to the exposed Bag, digging through as he looked at all the armaments, "For someone with such an entrance, he was a bit underwhelming." another responded, touching at all the equipment and pulling out the Cruciatus Blade. "But is it really all that shocking? Guy probably couldn't even use the force." the man scoffed, drawing the Cruciatus blade and stomping on the left arm, the blade raised high as dead eyes stared down on the metal slab pressing the blood down deep into the slab with a slick stab.

Thraxis body started to convulse, the blade barely piercing through the Phirik as a shock of pain ran through his body, his body shaking violently as he let loose a blood-curdling shriek. His free arm pressed down on the ground, using every ounce of strength in it to heave Thraxis body up, the metal slab sliding down his body and knocking over the soldier as the rest took aim and started to suppress his movements with a storm of Blaster fire.

He slowly raised, his eyes wide as he recognized the pain, the searing sensation rivaling that of some of the more horrendous physical torture he had exposed himself too as if a vial of acid had been dropped onto his chest. The pain overriding the concussive force, his body flailing back and fourth, his muscles convulsing before lowering his form, darting towards the soldier with the Rotary cannon with open palmed fists. His free left hand pressed down on his rotary cannon, avoiding the fire and letting it get to work with a free range fire show behind him as his other palm pressed against the top of his skull, his body leaping up and overhead. At least, that was as far as he got, his body holding upwards, the weight of his body gave in, crumbling down atop the man as his head quickly caved in from the ludicrous attempt of a maneuver.

Within a second he had dropped down to the ground again, the weight of the partially collapsed man covering his fall as he made a dash to recover, his palm releasing from the rotary cannon as he picked the man's body up, his strength holding it up as blaster fire ran through quickly, the man's body proving to be a poor catalyst for a shield as he felt the concussive blaster fire press against his body. With a heave and a shove, Thraxis pushed it forward, the body falling down a few inches short of impact from the target zone.

His teeth ground against each other, his vision a blur as the convulsions slowly started to stiffen his movements, he made a quick dash, his legs struggling to bend at the joints as he threw his arms out, his left pressed closely against his chest as his other extended out far, grabbing by the skull the second to last group of men his thumbs pressing deep into their eye sockets as he began to dig through. The feeling of mush rubbing against his fingers as he indulged himself for two long on the echoing cries of the two men, their bodies shaking violently as he plunged deeper and deeper into their minds before finally it was nothing more than muscular reactions as their voices became a vacant breath.

Then came the penetration, the blood-curdling war cry echoing out behind him as the convulsions became fresh and lucid, the blade penetrating deeper into his back before rolling over, the blade disarmed, as all he could do was echo out cries of agony. A wave of heat rushed past him, his wrist mounted Flamer activating and turning flesh to liquid, drops of liquid bubbling against his armor as the man let loose a similar cry, falling backwards as he began to twist and turn his hands holding patting against his skin as he rolled along the ground, leaving a skid mark of boiling blood in his wake.

Thraxis laid with a convulsing body, uncontrolled as the man rolled along, the smell of burning flesh a familiar scent as it brought an almost nourishment like state as he tried to ignore the pain, no adrenaline to focus on, no concussive blaster fire to reprimand him for his series of mistakes. No, for a few minutes he laid before finally regaining his senses.

With sluggish movements he pulled himself up, a hand pressed down as a gooey substance wrapped around his finger tips, an innate reaction of wiping it off leaving a skid mark of boiled flesh along part of his visor, warping his black with a twisted pink skin. He turned back and fourth, hearing the footsteps of men approach as he weighed his options. If he headed back he lost his confrontation, but if he headed forward he was bound to get into another scrape.

He took respite from the worryment, gathering up his equipment, strapping his bag over his shoulder as he pulled out his blade, holding it in hand as he looked to his left. He had gone in a circle following the given path, so in times of dire need, one needed to think outside the labyrinth. He ignited a vambrace, pressing the green light into the stone surface as he started to press through, cleaving and carving his way. This time, straight for Kay.
[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Veiere Arenais"]
[member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Sareen Zar"]
[member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Ultimatum"]
[member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Ryn'Dhal"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay bowed her head as [member="Samka Derith"] curtsied. She listened quietly, raising a brow as Sam mentioned people requesting political asylum on the First Order's Embassy grounds. It made sense, in a political way to find safe haven with another planet or government. But she had figured that she was being quick to act upon her return in bringing the members of her government in. Perhaps that wasn't the case and some were slipping through the cracks. That was something that needed to be remedied. "Yes, please send me their names. Once I have all of my Ministers 'gathered', I will address them and give them their choice. Either they are with me and Commenor, or they are not."

She tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear as Sam excused herself for a moment. It was slightly irritating, but as Sam was behaving in the correct manner, Kay decided to let it slide. She wasn't her Queen afterall. Sam was a guest.

Her news of [member="Veiere Arenais"] and others coming to destroy her was not very welcomed news. A former bodyguard. So that must be the voice that she heard. Kay clenched her jaw. It was all happening so quickly that she hardly had room to breathe. There was certainly no rest for the wicked. "Thank you, Sam. I will act quickly. If this former bodyguard believes that you are his friend, we should use that to our advantage. I would like you to play the part, be the so-called friend and relay their plans to me. I'll use it to set up a trap. Either they'll bow to me or they'll find themselves destroyed. It's as simple as that. I'll not let them take what is rightfully mine."

Some loud banging, sounding like it was from a distance in the Palace, was heard, vibrating the dishes in one of her tea sets. One of the guards heard the chatter in his comms and then headed to Kay, bending at the waist to speak quietly in her ear. [member="Thraxis"] was destroying her home and attacking her guards. She tightened her hands into fists. "It seems that there is a Jackal running loose that needs to be put on a leash." All those weeks and months of psychological torture by Thraxis had left a part of her afraid of him, and afraid of what he would do. But she was a Queen now, and one with powers that she wasn't going to hide anymore, power that she could use against him. Kay got to her feet as she heard more sounds of destruction that seemed to be drawing closer. "If he won't take the leash, then he'll need to be put down..."

Without acknowledging Sam, [member="Darth Prazutis"] or anyone else, she strode out of her office and into the hall. She walked until she came to one of the junctions and from there she stood in the centre and waited. Thraxis was bound to come from one of the halls. He was bound to see her. He was bound to learn what she had become.

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

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Stardust gave a grin as she laighed

*indeed indeed a queen has a very tight schedule I should know...but...send her a message and tell her that...the emerald dragon trembles in anticipation to meet her highness*


She said with sarcasm, she smiled, sleeo she wouldn't, she instead closed her eyes, she started gathering energy, she started storing it behind her eyes, once she opened them the power would release ten fold...like a damn breaking, however it left her technically blind, but if her fears were right this wasn't trying lady kay she needed to defend, rather a monster parading as her...two could play...a monster versus a monster

[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Darben Skirae]

Darben Skirae did not struggle against the guards as they took him to his cell, or at least it might have well have been. Unfurnished, barren walls. And only one window. The guards shoved him in, still cuffed. One stayed inside, another outside. He fell to his knees after being shoved, and stayed like that. He was confused as to why [member="Lady Kay"]. She was a friend. What changed? From Riven's message, she was coming for all of them. This wasn't the Kay he knew.

He stayed there, still trembling but all the while trying to hide it. He needed to think. Help would surely come. The others looking for her would have been notified. Right? That was all he could hope as he remained there. Also hoping Mute would get out while she could, or be saved from all this.

But eventually, he had the nerve to speak. "Will Lady Kay be seeing me?" he asked to the guard inside. If she was, he would ask her many questions. Questions that he would not stop asking until he had answers.

[member="Stardust Raxis"] @Thraxis @Samka Derith [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Sareen Zar"] [member="Darth Prazutis"]