Ax'no
Mystical Caprine
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TU07z8N1V40
Location: Vain Hollow, Panatha
You just couldn’t help yourself, could you? The Coruscant Undercity was too much of a sublime temptation. You could have gone back to Iktotch, feth, you could have gone back to Nar Shaddaa to Purgatory if you wanted some revelry. To drape countless companions around you. To drink until you're stumbling like a just-born foal. But you had to tempt fate, Briga.
These thoughts and similar ran through the Caprine mystic's head during the entire trip to Panatha. And what fate lay in store for her, only Ax'no knew.
The events leading up to the journey, were illustrative of how reckless Briga had become away from the One Sith. Mistaken for a prostitute, the Priestess of Iktotch been picked up by the Coruscant Security Force in a raid of a crime lord’s brothel - one of her normal haunts when she visited the ecumenopolis. Despite a near violent protest that she was a paying customer, she was Force collared and dragged to the nearest underworld police station. Thinking that either her silver tongue or a hefty bribe would get her released, after offering both flattery and credits, she was dismayed to know that she would be left in a cell for a full twenty-four hours. That night in the cold cell, Briga slept on such an uncomfortable mattress that even a hay bale would have been more luxurious. And once she opened her blurry eyes at the sound of loud bootsteps, her amber eyes were assaulted by the blinding red sight of four of the Imperial Crownguards strolling into her cell. Briga’s blood ran as cold as a reptile at their terrifying presence.
For it only meant one thing. And her brain could not even comprehend that in her tired, aching state, the exotic spice from the brothel still coursing through her system.
“No, please don’t…” was all she said before she was coarsely thrown into stun cuffs, a dark shroud shoved over head causing a distinct lack of oxygen. Before Briga had time to throw any of the guards off of her, a Force collar was roughly fastened around her neck with an ominous clicking sound. During the short journey through hyperspace, she pondered over where she was going. Obviously, I’ve been taken off of Coruscant, so perhaps to Prakith where the Citadel Inquitorious is? Or to the Temple of Pain in Fresia? Or…
She could not feel the Force now, so the horned mystic did not pick up on the sheer omniscient blackness that emanated from Panatha as they entered the atmosphere, but somehow she just knew. Briga was sure that she’d been brought back to Vain Hollow. As the ship touched down, her stomach plummeted for more reasons than just the motion of the vessel landing.
The Crownguards in their claret-colored armor marched the Caprine down the ramp and into the hangar itself. Her attire this day was not priestly or formal. She’d been swept up in the brothel raid after all, so she wore nothing but an over-sized jumper that one of the Security Forces loaned in a moment of pity. And this thought only added exponentially to her humiliation. She was going to face the one person who she both potently desired and simultaneously feared. And he would be seeing her as the common whore she was, not the goddess that she was raised to be.
“Move,” said one of the Royal Guards who’d been absolutely wordless up until now. Briga felt his harsh push at her back, causing her to stumble forward, but she recovered her footing. Abruptly, they stopped moving and there was complete silence as the Guards awaited pick up of their prisoner, former Sith Inquisitor and recent deserter, Priestess of Iktotch, Briga Tiin
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