Private The Hunt for An Azant

[Sen Kai]

TAG: Valery Noble

The ride to the Palace was without incident, the white grains shooting up from the sides of the speeder as if waves of a sea as they made their approach. They came to the Great Palace of Ice, and The Mando could feel it, the presence of the Darkness. Had she taken the entire palace grounds? Was everyone therein a pawn? These questions would shortly be answered. The Grand Master rose from the back of the speeder and she paved the way forward. She spoke ominously about how this Sith knew they were there, their efforts to have some measure of surprise likely thwarted, and now they must adjust how to exploit their enemy's weakness, which Val labeled overconfidence. Sen sensed something else in the air, a spice in the spirit that he had felt before, and he said,
"You are right Master.. though there is an undertow of something.. a craving, perhaps a dependency to her craft."
He reflected The Grand Master in his T Shaped Visor,
"I am ready."

He turned the speeder off and handed the key to a valet, who then took it. Grand Master Noble opening the great doors with a display of her power, a bold decision, though if the Sith knew they were there, it might give them pause. Val was not simply any Jedi Master, she was The Sword of Jedi, the Star of Exegol, and Sen followed her brilliance and tried to make himself a buckler, a shadow to disorient the enemy so that she may help him vanquish this great evil. As they entered the Grand Palace, the stark contrast of a Master Jedi and Mando would surly draw attention, especially her attention. A Great Ball was beginning, stringed instruments being plucked, a floor of fine ice that people were dancing across hand in hand, the Mando began to scan the area for some semblance of what he saw in the snow storm, and so far nothing. He made his way to the refreshments, and activating his coms in his headset to go to Master Noble's comlink,
"I do not see her.. I am going to linger over here by the punch, maybe try our original plan, see if she takes the bait. If she comes for me, do not hesitate to cut through us both. I will grab hold of her, and you strike."
He was really ready to throw his life on the line to bring an end to this cruel woman that had taken control of this world, her passion and fear playing people with strings unseen. As a Jedi Shadow he had encountered many great dens of inquiry, and players in scum and viliany. Though nothing compared with this, he could feel his heart rate rising, and the heart in his helmet increase. This was not his nerves, it was something else...

 

[Esme Zant]

The scent of the powerful life force in them drew her forth as Mynock to light. She began to move among the crowds, seeing Woman who she recognized from the Barn, though the Second figure was not beside her. So they were attempting to split up and double their efforts, how Jedi like. She saw The Mandalorian near the punch bowel which was odd for two reasons, one he could not drink with that signature helm, and second she had not see the Sons of Mandalor here, which that combined with the smell of his cells made him stand out in this frigid floor.

The Azant made her way towards the punch bowel and said as if in a whisper to him,
"A Mando.. how exotic, and a Jedi. How rare.."
She drew herself from the sea of faces, her long flowing red hair as she came close to him, her white eyes fixating on the Warrior.
"I suspected that you would employ some sort of subterfuge.. though come now Jedi, Beskar is not exactly subtle.."
She chuckled as she with one hand plucked his mask from his neck, using Force Grip with her hand to expose his face, looking into those glowing blue eyes, and flowing black hair.
"Handsome.. I must admit that most Jedi Men seems as boys.. well groomed, and their skin wet with oils. You have the mark of the desert.. ah.. yes, Tuskan rites.. I see.. I can read these scars as I read the arches of your mind."
She leaning in drew her lips to his,
"You know what happens if I press these lips to yours no? Ah.. you have studied my craft.. excellent! Too few are aware of my strings and how I play the game. For that I will spare you my spell.. for now. I would much rather subdue you more traditionally."
She gave a smile as she held her other hand to his cheek.
"Tell your Master if she shows me any violence, I will make sure that you draw your last breath and all in my power.. will beset upon her in a frenzy of the Firaxen when blood is in the water."

The Azant was in elation, she had caught the first of two morsels, and now the game would play, The Main Course would be drawn in by her taking this First Course. She began to inch him away from the table, holding fast to his windpipe as she drew him away, some of those at dance began to move towards them, making a wall as she took him to her chamber. There she would think on how to prepare the Soup, and when to partake. She was having too much enjoyment from the state of affairs.

TAG: Valery Noble

 

[Sen Kai]

The Shadow saw her emerge from the sea of faces, she then began to sink her serpentine prob into his mind and draw forth his memories. He could feel her power, and yet he did not betray any notion of disquiet or displeasure, he let her glean what she wanted from his thoughts.
"My Father's armor was meant to protect me from your lips.." and at that she tore his helm off with such ease, he had wondered if he sealed and latched it on properly.
"Well.. so much for that plan.."
He glowing blue eyes fixating on her as she now knew he was a Tuskan too, she was pouring through the archives of his mind with such speed, it was clear she was Dark Lady of the Sith.
"I can see I can hide nothing from you."

When she almost touched his lips with hers, he prepared himself to become one of her slaves, when she withdrew them and spoke of a different method in which she hoped to make him fall under her auspices. When she then made her threats towards the Grand Master, he decided to try something rather risky, knowing that she could easily discern any falsehood in his thoughts.
"What if I helped you destroy her? Think of the glory of taking down a Noble. The Noble in fact, the Sword of the Jedi as your prize, and I your new acolyte."
It was quite a gamble, and yet he began to use a technique, one that stirred his heart to believe his own words, which in turn made his mind flood with images of violence against The Grand Master.
"Together we could defeat her.. and you could have your Main Course.. yes I can hear your thoughts as well Azant. For that is what you are, one of the vampires of the stars..'"

Sen did not look for Valery in the crowds, he was stoic, his words cold and with purpose. For all intensive purposes he seemed to mean what he was saying. He was offering this Succubus the ultimate meal. The question is how would she respond?