Location: Above the War Games [Watching From Atmospheric Barge]
Objective: Monitor the Troops
Tags: [member="Darth Metus"] & @Ardon Malvern & Anyone That Wishes to Join
The silver eyed creature let her gaze remain on the high-definition holo-monitors that were spread about the atmospheric barge over giving her Master the satisfaction of acknowledgment. His tantrum would continue until he either slipped into a coma from all of the sweets he had been consuming, or, he got to hit something.
“I dislike Ysalamir.”, she responded simply, once again, popping the sparkle mint stick back between her lips.
Innocent as the clear, perfect, blue sky she mentioned the revolting failure that was Golbah Games. He would not feel a single ripple of distaste or disgust but it was the trump card that kept on giving. Every time she found herself at odds with [member="Darth Metus"], or, needed him to do something he especially didn’t want to…Srina brought up Golbah Games. She issued a ghostly smile at him when his mouth was too full to protest and took it as a default sign of victory.
That is, until, he decided to insult her combat ability.
“Let me remind you, my Master, that in order to win our first duel you were reduced to using cheap Sith parlor tricks.”
Compared to the abilities they had exhibited as of late? It was a trick. All of it. There were very few things that could stand up to the bonafide might of a Smoke Demon and a Wraith. Srina could have listed the Force related skills she had attained on Eshan with one had upon meeting her Master on Coruscant. Now, she didn’t have enough fingers for it all. Or toes. Learning from a Sith Lord, or even a Holocron, was something she had never dreamed possible. It was a nigh daily occurrence now. Things really had changed…
At the end of the day, her progress was still to his benefit. As she grew stronger, so did he, and his power base solidified. Adron added to that temple, with ever-growing walls, and for every other Apprentice or Acolyte that wasn’t as ridiculous as Mirvak their Master would draw unequivocal benefits.
Honestly, for one so blessed, he complained like a champion.
No sooner had she tried to distract her Master with the most obvious love affair that was going on between Adron and Alessandra did she find an all-to-familiar cane smacking against her shoulder. Her humorless expression leveled itself at Adron, however, she forgave him easily enough. The much taller Former-Imperial was much like family to her.
“So, you didn’t holo-call the Minister while making your rounds? She will be most displeased.”
He set about to having a droid pour the three of them something to drink, no doubt alcoholic, and Srina turned her attention back toward the screens. It seems that one of her rabbits was injured. She’d missed exactly what had stolen one of her ears, but, it caused her eyes to narrow. Distracted, she only caught half of what Darth Metus was saying, and followed the most pointed, logical route.
“You are a wonderful example. You have many varied offspring, with many, many males with multiple mothers. Such a broad gene pool is an achievement.”
On Eshan having just one son was cause for a month-long celebration. Generally, they outnumbered women about seven to one. Not to mention the fact that all of his children looked so different. It was a marvel. Back home, they all looked the same. If only nine-tenths of them didn’t want her head on a pike.
“If your mating patterns are failing, perhaps, you should spend some time shadowing Adron or Aryn. I’m sure they would help if we asked nicely.”
“Right Adron?”, she queried her fellow Exarch sweetly, essentially, asking him to be a wingman for the Vicelord. Clearly, her Master seemed to be lacking in confidence. He was the leader of a nation. The power that granted, all on its own, ought to be enough to bring all manner of female conquests to his doorstep.
The men exchanged words and Srina sighed as her eyes turned heavenward. Of course, they wouldn’t be able to help picking on one another. If one of them didn’t wind up with a bruised ego by the end of the trip there was probably something wrong. Secretly, she almost liked it when they bickered like school children. They forgot, for a moment, that the weight of hundreds of worlds rest on their shoulders.
“I am not his Mother, Adron, that is Petra. But I do know best.”
“And no kicking.”
She accepted the drink that Adron offered gingerly and refused to acknowledge his comment about her rabbits while watching them try to chase down one of the Knights. They were…
Hers. Just as much as any of her dragons.
“They wished to fight and I did not deny them. They want to kill Aryn but feel like they aren’t ‘droid’ enough to do so. I thought this would be a good exercise that would remind them to be careful what they wish for.”
Adron asked what they would be toasting to and she waited expectantly for one of the men to answer. Of course, Metus had a response, and completely ignorant to the fact that she had just admitted to letting her droids plot to kill her fiancée…She raised her glass.
“I’ll drink to that. Though, I find it far more likely that you will lose your candy-liquor-lunch over the railing before diabetes begins to set in.”
Srina did not comment on who she thought would win. She wanted to vote blue, with a clear bias, but she couldn’t yet say. More than anything it seemed that they were outnumbered. In this…It might just be enough to tip the scales. When her eyes returned to the screen it was just in time to see what she had hoped to avoid. The small rabbit, the blue one, had been cut in half.
Her jaw set tight.
Very, tight.
