Rising Tides of Ascendancy (Chiss Ascendancy, Open to All)

[Hijinks]

Jink loved parties to death. More specifically, he'd loved parties until his death and subsequent revival in the Escher. So, besides the fact that Yuuthayn was here, the purple cat-man had been more than happy to come to the first party he'd been to since all that mess happened. A slight change to make his hair and fur black, his skin blue, and his eyes red had been in order.​

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So there was now a black-haired cat-Chiss man running around with a rather large glass of champagne in his hand. At least he wasn't flying. Not high, at least. Although it was barely noticeable, he was actually walking several inches above the ground. Nobody had called him out on it, yet, and nobody here had really ever seen him before except for Yuuthayn.​

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Where was she? This ballroom was like a maze of different shades of blue and gray. Oh, and don't forget black, because of the Chiss people's hair. Jink sighed and sat down on a chair next to what looked like a temporary bar. He assumed that she'd come and find him when she wanted out. For now, he had drinks and the amusingly good vantage point from which to watch some of the more drunk Chiss.​

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[member="Yuuthayn Di'cantos"]​

[member="Chaf’anta’natrano"]​

[member="Kyle Amedis"]​

[member="Brask'ari'sabosen"]​

 

[Bear]

"The first to go was Junction." Em intoned in a gravely, harsh voice. It was a vocalized whisper of sandpaper being drawn across wood. The deep voice had once been pleasant, but a lifetime of whiskey and shouting over blasterfire meant all redeeming qualities were gone. "It was quick."

That did the battle a disservice. The Mandalorians hadn't even known what was happening before the Sith had all but taken the planet. "A sucker punch. But it happens." Despite his voice, Emberli was doing the verbal equivalent of shrugging.

Almost as if it were not only an expected maneuver, but almost as if it had also lead to an expected outcome. One he had seen coming. "They then lanced through to Mandalore in short, bloody battles. By the time Bear righted the ship, it was almost too late.

Thankfully, two things occurred. The Republic intervened, and Bear cut a deal with an ambitious Sith Lord. Mandalorian help with a coup in exchange for peace. It worked, and the Mandalorians organized in the aftermath."

There was the barest downward tilt to the Chiss' lips, as though he were fiercely disappointed. "I know. Riveting." The Mandalorian was deadpan, and would have been more vocal but he was watching the Sith talking to the new Aristocra.

He had spent enough time around Chiss to know when they were up to something, and so he did the last thing he should likely have done. Armored boots carried him up to [member="Chaf'anta'natrano"] and [member="Darth Vornskr"], waiting politely off to the side so as not to be rude and interrupt.

An out for the Aristocra should she want it, and a bit of a snub to the Sith - Mandalorian, right here. Vornskr would likely simply be amused, but such was the way of things. This set of armor had little history, and so for all intents and purposes there would be no reason to suspect the individual as a former Mandalore.

Around the room were a few of Em's compatriots, forming a squad of Mandalorian mercenaries, but they all mingled politely out of sight for the moment. This really was going to be fun.

He was glad to have come.

 

[Ameli Trahir]

[member=Setzi Lunelle] | [member=Darth Drethi]

Ameli had never been to Csilla before. She was eager to visit the snowhite beauty. Or so she imagined it. She had never truly experienced the harshness of a frozen world, only seen it from a distance. From a distance, it was pretty. Up close - unforgiving. She knew Sena had been here before, but she didn't know much more than that. Sena had seemed reluctant to talk about it, and Ameli felt it better to let the matter rest. This wasn't a day for the sads. It was time to celebrate Sena's promotion to knighthood! She knew the party was held for some other occasion, but Ameli couldn't care less.

"Sena" Ameli said, rolling her eyes in a theatrical way. "You never look okay" the smile never left her lips. She was teasing. "You look pretty" she confirmed what the other girl already knew. "Very stylish. Very smart." she nodded.

Ameli's turn. "Now do me, do me!" The blonde said with an energetic smile, as she almost jumped in a full circle. Certainly inappropriate attitude for a Sith, a touch too bubbly, but what did she care. She was having fun. Ameli loved parties. Did she look okay? Had she gone with the right dress? She wouldn't truly know whether she had over- or underdressed before they entered into the main halls. The blonde had tried to go with a long, classy red dress, with a cute black stomach belt, tied around her like a gift wrapper.

"Yesyes" Ameli replied, eager to see who else was there, and to get the party started. Secrets? No problem. Sena had explained the situation well enough to her before. While Ameli might be more easy-going, and not equally concerned that death awaited on every corner, she didn't want to say no. She understood the logic behind it well enough. Sena was the more experienced of the two, now signified by her rank as well. Ameli trusted her judgement.

Unlike Setzi and Sena, Ameli was completely oblivious to the Ysalamiri and the restrictions put on her Force uses. Blondie was but an initiate, and a distracted one at that. Ameli let Sena lead her through the crowd. She became her guide, and Ameli trusted her to get her safely to their destination. She certainly wouldn't offer any help, distracted by the pretty lights and fancy dresses. Her focus got yanked back when she heard Sena screaming another girl's name. Well. It wasn't screaming, but Ameli's ear was a little too close for comfort. She tried finding out where she was looking, and where this 'friend' was.

 

[Kenrath]

Vengeance chuckled to [member="Yuuthayn Di'cantos"] her tone not over looked.

"Look like a Chiss, talk like a Chiss, but don't act like a Chiss." "It would seem you are having a little bit of an identity crisis."

He smiled taking a glance around the room at some of the new arrivals. Turning back to her he smiled a genuine smile.

"Stick to being different." "In this crowd it is a better option." "I shall however leave you to your.....................whatever it is you are doing."

Vengeance turned making his way around the room mingling with this person and that before making his way towards the balcony for fresher air. It had only been an hour maybe and he was already bored. Vengeance hated social gatherings especially ones that seemed to smack in the face of Sith occupation.

 

[Connor Harrison]

The target moved with air of confidence and authority - but Kyle was ready to bring him down to size around the company of the Aristocra [member=Chaf’anta’natrano]. His body moved slightly to see [member=Vengeance] head to the balcony, as if on cue, opposite the window where Kyle stood, across the room with a party in full swing.

"Fantana I need an answer now; yes - "

Kyle spoke with hurried urgency.

" - or no."

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

For Setzi, it felt odd to be at a party at all. Sure, back when she was a Jedi (which felt like years ago, but it was only two short months), there would be casual outings for the padawans. But the allure of the darkside was strong and permeated places in the galaxy not under the strict protection of the Jedi Order. Therefore free exploration of the galaxy was expressly forbidden.

But it seemed as though the Sith, Acolytes in particular, were able to come and go as they pleased and attend lavish parties like the one at House Chaf. Setzi felt both relief and exhilaration at this boundless existence. But guilt was also there underneath the surface. Should she be frolicking while her sister was dead? She had barely any time to grieve after all.

She heard her name being called and saw Sena Lassister, newly minted Sith Knight now under the moniker of [member="Darth Drethi"], beckoning her over. As she slowly made her way across the room, she noticed another distinct and familiar girl. [member="Kaia Starchaser"] was here! Setzi had done a spacewalk with the Padawan during a Frontier Corps mission. She immediately experienced a bout of nerves over what the other girl may think of her now that she was spending time among the Sith. We are on different sides now, she thought. This reflection filled her with sadness and almost regret.

She was finally standing in front of Darth Drethi. “This must be Ameli,” Setzi said, with an outstretched hand to greet the other girl in the elegant red dress. She did like how her Sith colleagues were identifiable in black and crimson colors while the Chiss of House Chaf were blue and yellow. It also made it easy to see who your enemies might be. As she waited for the conversation to begin, Setzi tried to catch Kaia’s eye. Even though they shouldn’t be seen together, much less talking, she really did want to find out what the young Starchaser was up to.

[member="Ameli Trahir"]

 

[Mythos]

Animus was long finished with his drink after eyeing the Chiss beauties he thought he would procure a nice view of the place. The Balcony was the first idea, so there was [member="Vengeance"] a man he duly needed to speak to. He hated to cause stress and pressure in his ranks, especially with some he rather admired... that is apart from his rather less than desirable method of Political associations. Seeing him the Balcony he approached slowly and with two Frozen Stardrops in hand. Animus' favorite drink, and a great way to relieve tensions.
Animus sighed, he was not very good with apologies or anything else unless in a political stance, personally though he was a socially awkward with his own Sith Kind for now.
"Hey" He greeted standing next to him in the balconies' rail stand placing the drink next to him gesturing him to drink. "We approach situations differently you and i..." Animus said as he drank the Stardrop in one sip. Animus' could hold his liquor, he was a hard man to get drunk still the Bitter and powerful taste of the toxicant shook him to the core as he let out a sigh and shook off the wave of Alcohol. Turning to face the opposite direction of him he said with finality. "But we hunt the same goal"

Animus noticed that the force in this Area was Suppressed, he could not use Force Sight or any major force ability. Animu sighed as he placed himself in the corner of the door, he felt naked without the force.... but it was a natural feeling he had to get accustomed to it, who knows how many times he would be in a situation where the Force was all but useless.

[member="Kyle Amedis"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

He chuckled.

"Oh who knows." Alric said in regards to her last comment. "These Sith change positions so fast that its hard to keep track. I wouldn't be surprised if I'd never met any of the Sith that are here tonight."

He was actually pretty confident that such was the case. Most of the Sith had pretty big egos and most of them likely would have confronted him by now for abandoning Titan Industries. Of course he had an answer planned for that, how could he not when he was coming here today. Yet there was no concern in his eyes, only mild amusement. Perhaps it was because of the strange lizards that crawled overhead, or perhaps it was simply because he was slowly returning back to what he once was.

"And you, Miss Arceneau? Recognize anyone?" He mused out loud to her, watching her eyes to see if she would take a look around the party.

Before the day was out he would need to find the head of this little gathering, if only for a small chat.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

"Hmph." Came her mock scoff, "Well depend on honkey religions it's no wonder the turnover is quick." Danger's prejudice to Forcers was a little known fact; she made sure no one would be able to discern it -- it made for bad business -- and she would ensure that her personal views on the matter would not color her negotiations.

That didn't mean that she would automatically be impressed with a Forcer's achievements. To her, that hogwash hoodoo was nothing more than a crutch. Something used because of a lack of conviction and strong work ethic. As one whom had measured her success without the handout of honky religions, she had a very critical perception of those who used the Force. Most especially women. Force using ones were a headache on their own, especially Jedi. Nothing but hypocrites.

To say she had felt the tang of bitterness from her past would be a lie.

But our flaws are what create character, and this was one of Danger's. No one was perfect.

"Well Governor Bane has yet to arrive..." Her attention went back to Vornskr. "But there is one Voice of the Dark Lord I'm sure you'll recall. " a slight gesture with the incline of her head would motion to the King of Panatha.

"I tend to keep my interaction with the One Sith low... However, considering the status of the Corellian Sector after you disappeared.. " there was no need to elaborate. His disappearance left Danger to deal alone with the ongoing reconstruction and a sudden lack of direct one Sith buffer.

So far they left the sector alone, but she knew that her time could run out at any moment

 

[Lassiter]

It was an answer she was willing to live with. In retrospect that is, Sena realised well after the topic had been dropped what her friend had asked of her and there was little she could do but save face with a subtle lean in for [member="Ameli Trahir"]’s ear as they approached the third member of the group. She kept her distance with an overly feigned smile on her lips. From the distance it very well could have passed as a friend sharing that one piece of gossip nobody had heard yet.

Except, you know.

“You look great, you always do.” Sena leaned back for a better look. “Red suits your- it suits you.”

Backs straightened as they approached [member="Setzi Lunelle"]. Was this Ameli? Yes, this was Ameli but Sena most certainly knew better than to interrupt that one moment of first impressions to point that out. She let the common courtesies pass, handshakes, head nods, whatever would float the other ladies’ boats.

Looks strayed across the halls as they introduced each other. There was a distinct disturbance in the color scheme. Yellow and blue against red and black. Sena wanted to boil it down to cultural differences but there was still that thing in the air, a slight tension that had the knight’s mind going on alert.

But for now she thought nothing of it. Baseless paranoia wasn’t a thing to indulge on, or by the very least not right now.

“I admit, Csilla doesn’t strike me as one of those planets I have the fondest of memories with.” Sena shrugged as she spoke. “Cold is good and all, but this... This is almost something else.”

 

[Chaf’anta’natrano]

The pressure mounted as Kyle's hushed baritone whispered through her comm. He had a point about the tremendous amount of allies in the room. "Accidents" did not happen at a party like this, with its caged canary hostess living under the shroud of occupation. What are you thinking, Fan? Answer, you aren't. This game is not going to be won by impulsivity. You can get your revenge in a less public way, and with less pointing fingers.

Her glowing red eyes followed Vengeance and Animus to the balcony, then flashed back to the Stormtrooper.

"Fantana, I need your answer. Yes or no."

The sound of his voice nearly made her spill her drink. She had to give him an answer. Say yes, Fantana. Just do it. Don't let the Sith degrade you at your own inaugural event.

"No," she said with the barest tinge of disappointment. The Aristocra felt as if she had just given up little piece of her soul.

"Continue to monitor the situation as I know you will."

Deflated, Fantana turned back to Kaine, who had been set upon by some other guests. Next to him was a stranger in a set of armor, battle-scarred from years of war. He was clearly not Sith. He was watching her closely, and had likely witnessed the cracking of her mask. Did he suspect something?

"Where are my manners? Fantana, Aristocra of House Chaf," she told him, extending a soft blue-skinned hand.

"How are you enjoying the party, Mister...?"

The Chiss trailed off, hoping to catch his name.

[member="Bear"] [member="Kyle Amedis"] [member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="Hijinks"] [member="Ameli Trahir"] [member="Alric Kuhn"] [member="Setzi Lunelle"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Evan Kenner"] [member="Atham'aali'kema"] [member="Brask'ari'sabosen"] [member="Yuuthayn Di'cantos"] [member="Tora'aro'nuruodo"] [member="Nathar"] [member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Darth Drethi"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Aro noticed the subtle glance which went to the coupling. The female was certainly musing of the pairing before her eyes. Even if it were a consolidation of power the move was more because of the fathers of each respective house. They were friends and wanted their two houses connected. Still the one being groomed to be the next Grand Admiral, and the daughter of the Chief Justice was a very powerful match. Aro did not care what it seemed to be. He wanted this match, enough to bring disgrace to his own house to keep it together.

With the greetings out of the way, Aro led Ari away from the crowd gathering around the newly appointed Astroca. A fluted glass was proffered, and another for Ari, as he took to a more secluded area of the hall. Crimson eyes watched as the mixture of people's and races littered the area. This was not a gathering he preferred. Too much pale skin in the room. Fortunately the Ysalamiri were peppered throughout the room. There would be no display of the unnatural magics of the Sith.

"She picked up on our pairing, but didn't seem alarmed. Also there is a lot of behaviors here which are intriguing. Many Chiss not behaving as such. Have you ever thought of being more, demonstrative? More like the outsiders?"

[member="Brask'ari'sabosen"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

The command was issued, and Kyle stood down. Fingers loosened slightly on the E11 and he turned back to the party, standing beside the large oval window looking down over Sarvchi.

The blue and yellow light above cast an eerie glow over his white armour, the dark black visor his gateway to watching everything playing out before his eyes; the Aristocra in yellow and the focal point of his evening. All the bodies; Sith, politicians, Chiss and other noble faces and names, all blended into one. None of them would recognize the trooper, or even care for his presence. He was a symbol, and to some a symbol of a forgotten era where those with the Force and those with credits held the most power.

But here, Kyle was acting on one order alone- that of [member="Chaf’anta’natrano"] and if she commanded then he would break any nose, snap any arm or blast any torso that stepped out of line without fear of consequence. After all, he was but a faceless symbol. One to be both feared pn this night and quietly ignored.

[member="Bear"] | [member="Danger Arceneau"] | [member="Hijinks"] | [member="Ameli Trahir"] | [member="Alric Kuhn"] | [member="Setzi Lunelle"] | [member="Vengeance"] | [member="Animus Malgus"] | [member="Evan Kenner"] | [member="Atham'aali'kema"] | [member="Brask'ari'sabosen"] | [member="Yuuthayn Di'cantos"] | [member="Tora'aro'nuruodo"] | [member="Nathar"] | [member="Kaia Starchaser"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Drethi"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

Alric smiled. Danger had an aversion to force users, she didn't like them. It was an oddity, he had always thought, but he never questioned her about it. After all the two of them had fought against the will of both powerful force using entities and non-force using ones. It was the way of things, Alric had stopped looking at it with any sort of logic a long time ago.

He shifted slightly, eyes falling on the man who called himself a godking.

"Sometimes I wonder if they're all that different from the Jedi." He mused silently, though quickly changed the topic to something else.

"There's worlds here in Chiss Space." Alric told Danger. "Ones that haven't fallen under the control of the Sith just yet."

The Ascendancy had once been a massive sprawling Empire, one that had rivaled the Old Republic in economic output and although it seemed the eight families had bowed to the Sith for now, those other worlds were still independent, still ripe for interference by outside forces. "I think I should pay them a visit."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

He caught the slight shimmer of hate rippling beneath those crimson orbs, and his smile only widened further. "You underestimate the Governor, Lady Fantana. He is more capable than most give him credit for." He extended a hand to stop one of the drink couriers, and plucked a rather strong drink from the tray and took a deep swig on its contents with a content sigh before sending the servant back on their way. "And the order we bring is not unlike that to which we bring to any of the worlds that fall within our sphere of dominion. Like that horribly tragedy at Corellia during the... 'occurrence', the planet was left in ruin by Akala and abandoned by the Republic and the Protectorate to wallow in its own devastation. We merely stepped up to the plate and did what the other governments could not, and our efforts are starting to bear fruit. It may not be perfect." He said with a shrug, "But its better that absolute destruction."

Was that a veiled threat? Perhaps, the twinkle in his hateful eyes seemed to point to it, but with his polite and charming demeanor who could know? He let that sink in for a moment while he watched the Aristocra turn and peruse the hors-d'oeuvres from a nearby silver platter handled by another blue-skinned servant. Another man might have passed it off for what it was, but before Kaine had become a Sith he had been the Minister of Imperial Intelligence in the Old Empire, and before that he was a highly regarded field agent who managed to infiltrate the Republic's senatorial circle for a time before being ousted on the eve of Moridin and Apparatus' attack on the then Republic held Coruscant. He could spot the subtle movements in her body language, and for a time he let his eyes wander upwards across the balconies high above the main floor. He caught the glimpse of a soldier high above, and deducted that the soldier was watching the congregation below on the behalf of the woman before him.

He wondered if she was talking to the soldier about himself, but somehow he doubted it. If she really wanted him gone there were a myriad of other ways to do it, and none of them involved a public setting such as this, so he paid it no mind for now. She returned her attention to him, and he smiled his fake smile and chuckled slightly to which he was about to reply when an armored individual strode up to them. Kaine got the feeling of déjà vu suddenly, and for a few moments he stared blankly at the man before the smile once again crept across his horrid face, "I don't believe we've had the pleasure..." He did not extend his hand to shake or bow in greetings, but merely watched.

[member="Chaf’anta’natrano"]
[member="Kyle Amedis"]
[member="Bear"]

 

[Bear]

[member="Chaf’anta’natrano"] was an enigma, which was unsurprising given the Chiss. Even with his experience he couldn't tell what had her spooked, or if he was just looking to far into things. For all he knew it was him being the unsettling presence, as the Sith and Mandalorians weren't known for being the best of friends. When she finally turned towards him, Em couldn't help but be reminded of how his younger self would have acted.

Boisterous, pleasant, ingratiating. 'Party animal' had once been an apt term to describe him, even if now the opposite was true. All he would have seen was a beautiful woman in an expensive outfit and like a bloodhound with a scent he wouldn't have let go easy. But that was the past, and now - despite all these things still being true - he pulled a crushgaunt off his right hand. Holding it diligently in his left, he took the softness of her hand in the beaten paw of his own and gave it a firm shake.

While his hands weren't scarred, the skin was beaten and rough. A byproduct of his hobby of making pistols, as he didn't otherwise partake in much manual-anything. "A pleasure, Aristocra." Came the rough and tumble voice of the Mandalorian through his helmet. "Emberli Garett." A name that had never meant anything to anyone. As Mandalore, he'd been Mandalore. As Ex-Mandalore, he'd been Bear.

And here he was, using his real name. One that maybe three people in the galaxy were familiar with. Yet, despite his comparatively uncultured upbringing, he gave a very Chiss response to her question. "The party certainly lives up to the expectations." Insult? Compliment? He didn't really care. Releasing her hand after the brief shake, he reached down to his belt and pulled out a small datareader.

"A gift to mark the occasion, Aristocra." He held it out to her, though it was blank, powered down. "It contains a first edition of a soon to be published monograph on Mandalorian society through the Plague." While some might mark the gift as selfish, Emberli knew the Chiss prized information above all things. Finding out how the Mandalorians came to be where they were today was a high gift indeed, all things considered.

"Written by the Mandalore with No Title." The one who had crashed a Nebula Destroyer onto Dromund Kaas to overthrow the then Emperor Moridin. The helmet briefly turned towards [member="Darth Vornskr"], the six and a half foot silhouette that was built like a Rancor no doubt striking a chord. But then again, every Mandalorian was built like a tank if you believed the stereotypes.

And then his attention was back on the Aristocra. His name had already been given.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

“The Jedi are worse.” well Jedi women, but hey, everyone had their own pet peeves right? Look at what a Jedi did to Selka; set her away in a coma while pretending to be her and running a company. Using her.

Thinking back on it would irk her some more. However, it was Alric’s murmur of other worlds within the Ascendancy that still maintained its neutrality that sparked her interest.

“Reckon this shingdig is as good as any method to get your foot in the door,” the glass of bubbly was brought to her lips, and she took a sip. The fizzing bubbles would lightly tickle her nose, and she gave a slight furrow of her brows. Where was the whiskey?

“Guess that means you should get a head start on your mingling.” she’d state, tipping her glass lightly to him in encouragement.

“I’m sure there are plenty that are willing to talk to the man who came back from the grave,” she’d joke with a twist of her lips, meant in good humor.

She too, came here with the purpose of discussing new ventures and possibilities

 

[Atham'aali'kema]

Maalik took this opportunity to continue to watch. Everything seemed so seemingly upbeat, a meet a greet for those inclined towards such an occurrence. How anyone could stand the presence of so many Chiss, with such pushy and obscene mannerisms, he couldn't quite fathom. The abhorrent weakness, the clinging to the new technology despite the traditional manifestations of family and familial ties - it bemused him, a note of a smile at such internal pondering. A smile born of deceit for an emotion he once knew but no longer understood. He recalled such an expression from a master shaper, stripping flesh from muscle and muscle from bone as he was shaped into the sordid state of affairs that now rested, cloaked and forgotten, against ivory pillar.

But that would only be for so long, he would make the presence of the Slayers known. If not here, then somewhere else, yet he would use his enhanced senses and capabilities to feast upon the ideals of people watching. Aristrocats, angry Sith, not so angry Sith, mercenaries, guards, merchants of death and wares - this party seemed to have it all. That likes of which he had never experienced - not much to say when one is rocked from the cradle to their grave.

He walked over to the refreshment table and pulled a cup from the blanketed surface. The fluid was reminiscent of Sparkbee Honey in appearance, something he had grown fond of during his tutelage. Swallowing a sip, he tasted muscadine and carbonation and bitter disappointment. Such was his situation, everything was but another leap pad to jump towards something even more disappointing. Nothing felt good enough - the uplifting of the status quo was almost too much for him. It was then that he caught the red stare of [member="Chaf’anta’natrano"], following the outgoing of [member="Vengeance"] and [member="Animus Malgus"]. He knew that leveled irritation, the shapers showed it to him time and time again. In most situations, he would have found this as a moment to converse with the obvious Sith, determine what could bolster such irritation. But instead: he sipped from the cup of paltry offering, unwavering in his interest, if but for the moment.

[member="Kyle Amedis"] | [member="Chaf’anta’natrano"]

 

[Mallith Renyl]

Mallith Renyl quickly ran over to they're ship. The sand was everywhere and it was hard just trying to not get they're boots dirty. They were just leaving Mos Anek after getting his bounty on some terrorists. The ones who put up the bounty were Chiss. Specifically Chiss from the Chiss Ascendancy. Specifically [member=Chaf’anta’natrano]. Mallith was puzzled on what the terrorists were doing. They decided to go to Sarvchi, where They would find the Chiss Ascendancy.

It didn't take long before Mallith's ship was off the ground and in space. They were used to the ship being so fast and so small and so weak. It hardly mattered. They rarely used it for anything besides getting from one place to the other. Soon They reached Sarvchi. Its a nice planet, although mostly they just saw red eyed, blue skined aliens. Mallith was just driving my ship around for some time until she started to wonder where Chaf'anta'natrano was. They stopped over at a building with a sign they could not read. They then started trying to remember every single word that was on the bounty.

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

There were a lot of people here. That was fine. Kaia was here more on a fact finding mission. She wanted to know which direction the Ascendancy was going in. Were they here to rebuild the Empire of the Hand, and finally put the Empire in its right place in the galaxy, or were they here to destroy everyone? The Empire needn’t be a destructive powerhouse. She was there to keep the galaxy safe and provide the ones who knew that honor and distinction was the way to live their life.

She was doing her best to find a place to stand, a place to watch. But she could feel a familiar touch… Was there someone she knew here? The dark haired girl looked around slowly. Who was it? It didn’t feel… right. But it kind of did.

She looked around and smile as she nodded to a few soldiers, and pilots. Right, she supposed a drink was in order.

[member="Setzi Lunelle"]