The Runaway Count

[Darth Banshee]

Darth Banshee, or as she locally known as Queen Sabrina of Serenno, she gained the title shortly after the fall of the dominion. She was in effect the proconsul of the planet for sith empire, though she been around long enough to know empire rise and fall. Though she did not intend to fall with it, she intended to stay as Queen no matter what. Though her postion is now secure, and she was working on the defences of Serenno. She had become popular with a lot nobles, as she provide them wealth and patronage inside the empire, though there always some, that despised her. She was hoping today to give them less ammunition, by coming to a deal with the former ruler. The Count [member="Adron Malvern"], knew she was coming to meet him on Confederate capital Geonosis, though possibly not why. She was safe here, safer than even in the empire. As here she only had one rival, there she had many. Sith who wanted her job, the Sector V consul, who knew she wanted his job, and others.

She arrived in orbit on her personal Fury, she had a few members of her Palace Guard with her, to act as bodyguard, though she did expect trouble. So much so, she forgo wearing armour, and was dressed as her title suggested.

Painted her skin painted white, a tradition stolen from Naboo.

As she came into orbit, she was directed to landing pad, as they docked on in caverns, she was directed to place she would be staying until her departure. Her handmaidens, and sorted out her clothes, while she waited for the Count to tell her where and when they will meet.

 

[Adron Malvern]

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Location: Geonosis ~ Golbah City ~ The Citadel
Objective: Prepare to meet with Darth Banshee
Tags: [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Alessandra Creed"]

The former Count Malvern stood silently, gazing out one of the many windows that lined his office in The Citadel. He looked out to Golbah City with an uncertain expression. It had been so many years since Adron had left his homeworld of Serenno, so many years since his family was ripped from it's rightful place and cast down into the dirt. Why, now? Why was it his past was returning in such a form. The Dark Lord had spent many of his nights searching the reaches of The Force hoping to find an answer to this question. In the end he was only ever met with silence. He held a small medallion in his hands. The subtle hum of the Dark Side fell from the trinket yet it was nothing more than a sliver of The Force, pressing itself into the medallion due to Adron's own actions. The small trinket seemed to be made of some form of Obsidian, yet it was far too dense for such a material. Covering the face of the medallion was a wolf at alert, the emblem of House Malvern.

He tried to let the past go, yet so many times he had felt powerless in such moments. He narrowed his eyes down at the small token before turning back to toss it on the edge of his desk. A deep breath of relief escaped him, before he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"My lord. The Queen of Serenno has arrived. She has been directed to the quarters prepared for her and is awaiting your audience." A man walked in, with ebony armor covered in a dimply illuminated hexagonal pattern. Normally Adron would have used battle droids as his guard for a meeting like this. However, when he looked at who would be joining him he had decided to order a detachment of the Knights Obsidian. The Exarch of The Confederacy waved his hand in dismissal at the man. The Knight would seemingly disappear from sight as his armor allowed him to remain unseen whenever he wished. Adron would not move to join the Queen, not just yet. Instead he would be sure his closest advisor and lover would be beside him, he would need her to be so he did not do anything foolish.

'Alessandra. It's time. I need you to come to me in my office.' His voice would call out into The Force, reaching out to his beloved. The man would turn back to his desk, glancing over the weapons that laid on it. They would remain behind. All he would take is his walking cane, It did have a hidden blade installed in in the spine of it, however he doubted such a thing would be necessary. No matter his personal feelings he was an appointed official, an Exarch, and his actions had consequences.

The black cane matched his suit rather well. Although the cane was adorned with silver and his tie was a vibrant shade of amethyst they went well together. He stood in silent consideration as he waited for Alessandra.

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A team of the Knights Obsidian had been dispatched to meet with [member="Darth Banshee"]. The men were draped in the flowing metallic cloaks of their station, yet not one of them revealed their faces. The leader was a shorter humanoid who was noticeably respectful of the Queen and her own guardsmen. "Excuse me, your grace." He would interject as he was announced into the Queen's waiting room.

"Exarch Malvern has requested for you to meet with him in a conference room in The Citadel. We are here to escort you." If the Queen's guardsmen attempted to join her then he would raise a brief hand in pause. "I am sorry, your highness. Your handmaids and guards must remain here. The Exarch has ordered your safety as top priority, however your men cannot be allowed within the Capitol." If things went well then the Knight and his men would lead the Queen to a small shuttle where she would be escorted to the capitol building. The Citadel was large and imposing, yet the Queen would be ushered in to the main conference room where refreshments and every luxury would be made available to her.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Tags: [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Alessandra Creed"]

She waiting in her room, listening and watching the local news, and there take on foreign affairs. As news came on about Csillia, a knight of the obsidian knocked on her door. She sighed, she wanted news of the attack, as not being there was annoying. He told her the Exarch was waiting in the citadel, but her handmaidens and guards could not come. She smiled, and said Well I am in Confederation Space, and on official buissness, so if anything did happen to me, I think the empire would take dim view of it. She told her guards, and asked for her bag Please pass him my papers. She pointed to one knights, well if they depriving me of a servant, they have to provide as it was only fair. She then followed them to the speeder waiting, and was taken to citadel.

She was taken into main entrance, flanked by the Knights, she could sense no deception. She was treated according to her rank, and everyone was polite to her, though she did wish had one her servants to talk too, as she could not converse freely, and she had no one to small talk with. She was offered tea, and ginger nut biscuits, as well as hobnobs, but no one dared offer a tam tam. She sat and waited, keeping one eye on her papers at all times, they where for her and counts eyes only.

 

[Alessandra Creed]

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Location: Geonosis | Golbah City | The Citadel​

Wearing: XoXoXoXoX​

Tag: [member="Darth Banshee"] | [member="Adron Malvern"]​

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“You are late. Meet my deadlines or do us both the courtesy of removing yourself from my employ.”

The chilled tones of the Minister of Commerce rang through the monochromatic office. It carried a sense of finality that could not be denied when the under-secretary began to stammer and blink with wide eyes. They watered, against her will, and it took everything the Twi’lek had not to burst into tears before a woman that would no doubt eviscerate her for doing so.

“I-It won’t happen again Minister. I swear.”

“See that it doesn’t. Dismissed.”

If Alessandra noticed that the green-skinned female flinched at the abrupt ending of a conversation she gave nothing away. Chocolate eyes, feathered by dark lashes, flickered over the data-report that she had been waiting on for the better part of the morning. Anyone that worked beneath the Minister of Commerce knew that her offices were fast-paced, barely survivable, and not for the faint of heart. It truly separated the wheat from the chaff. Delicate fingers moved through the air, flipping spreadsheets to the right, rapid-fire, while she absorbed the content.

Her personality might have been lacking, however, her skill with numerical data was unmatched.

A familiar voice poured gently into her mind and the raven-haired Epicanthix gave a long-suffering sigh. Adron would hear it through the close connection they shared. More than anything, like a heartbeat, he would feel it. ‘And why, pray tell, can you not come to me?’

Her voice was laden with that which ought to remain unspoken. It was not a refusal of his request, simply, a refusal of the venue. A delay. She had no desire to spend the afternoon play-acting before a woman she did not know, making empty platitudes, all the while keeping the temper of her future-husband in check. It was more difficult than it sounded. Especially, when it came to Serenno. If ever there was a sore topic for her beloved—that was it.

His response, though mostly unspoken, drew a smirk from crimson lips and she rose from her desk regardless. The daughter of Gunther and Valessia Creed walking from her floor before assigning their daily tasks was something that turned heads, but nevertheless, they went about their business. Her secretarial staff would be around soon to handle matters in her absence.

‘You owe me Adron Malvern.’

Yes. Yes, he did.

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Alessandra met the Exarch, as promised, in his office and swept by the security without hesitation. They knew not to hinder her progress under pain of answering to their Master. She was dressed, unusually, in a vibrant shade of red. It was the color of fresh blood, bright, and it stood out against her skin a way that couldn’t help but draw the eye. There was a slit that ran dangerously high up her thigh and the neckline held a generous scoop. A very thin belt helped to keep it secure. Her raven hair was pinned, half-up, and half-down in such a way that little waves fell here and there. Her eyes flickered, running over the Exarch, before she moved into him in one smooth movement. “Are you happy now?”

She was not. Regardless, she rest her hand on his chest and placed the lightest kiss to his lips. It was only to keep him from wearing her lipstick. Afterall, he had to be presentable for his guest.

“Shall we?”

 

[Adron Malvern]

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[member="Darth Banshee"]​

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Adron kept a hand pressed to his chin as he tried to keep his thoughts in order. He could not fathom why the Sith Empire would send an emissary here to speak with him, much less one from Serenno. While he had accepted the meeting there was no part of him that entertained any foolish notions. This meeting would likely end badly, hopefully without bloodshed but that was likely to depend on Adron's ability to control his temper. This woman, this "Queen" had come for a reason yet the former Count was not so sure of what that reason was.

His mind was soon brought back to reality as he heard the soft, yet noticable footsteps that [member="Alessandra Creed"] gave off. His eyes rose to meet his fiance and his thoughts shifted to the woman before him. He took note of the vibrant dress she wore and it's shade. A bit off from the patriotic shades of Amethyst she would usually sport but no less pleasent to the eyes. As her hands rested on his chest he could not help but smile into the soft kiss she had placed on his lips. His hands brushed against her waist before he eyed her closely, speaking plainly. "I'd rather make her wait..." He trailed off as his eyes danced over her beautiful form and back to her own chocolate eyes. His smile deepened as he took her hand, muttering softly as he guided the two of them out of his office. "You did this on purpose." He said, hosting an amused smirk.

In time they would arrive at the conference room the Exarch had reserved. Four of the Knights Obsidian stood guard in the hall, two standing on either side of the door while the other two were further down each side of the hall. A minor guard force to keep the Queen safe. Nothing more was needed. Pressing his hand to the blasteel door, Adron drew from the Force as he briefly closed his eyes. His face had held a pleasent smile only moments before, yet now that smile darkened into an expression of utter distaste. Regardless of necessity Adron did not like what must be done. He could feel the Dark Side shifting and moving around this woman in the same way it had swallowed his homeworld, to be presented to the Sith Empire. Adron removed his hand, staring at the door silently for a moment before eyeing Alessandra curiously. "I should just kill her. Then we can do far more....productive things." He said, his hand brushing against her wiast as he pulled her closer to him.

He ran his hand over his neck before nodding to the Knight who stood beside the door. With a silent command the door was opened and Adron ushered Alessandra in. Following closely behind he would wave his hand at the door, a brief exertion over the Force so it would quickly close behind them. He stood silently for a moment as if examining the Queen, taking in her form and ultimately finding it distasteful. Her gothic attire was more befitting a funeral than an official meeting. Regardless he could sense the Force was powerful with this woman. This drew an amused expression from him, yet he never did speak on it. When he did finally speak it was with a charming tone that he often used in the halls of politics, yet it was laced with a venom that threatened to kill. "So you are the commoner who sits on the throne of my people." He began speaking, not caring to introduce himself or even his Lady. Instead his cane was placed firmly on the ground as he spoke to the woman, eyeing her closely. "A woman born from dirt and servitude....declaring herself my Queen. Long may she reign." The last part was spoken rather sarcastically as his eyes swept over the woman. Adron exhaled briefly before he raised a single hand in gesture towards her. "Why are you here, Sith?" She may be called many things before the end of this meeting, Queen was not likely one of them.

 

[Darth Banshee]

The Count in exile finally made it, he had kept her waiting, well she I guess this was hard for him. Though other nobles have accepted her reign, he did not have to nor has he seen what she had been doing to improve Serenno lot. He was a little smaller than she thought, well most nobles did not work out, and rested happily in there wealth. He had obviously, not rested on his laurels. Then she felt his passion, it was aimed at her, he hated her with a passion. This was good, as she did not expect platitudes, and she wanted honesty. Though she was going to have a hard time selling her idea to him, but she was going to try anyway. Her gaze while he insulted her, turn to his fiancee, she was quite striking and obviously loved him. Though this may not be a side of him, she had seen before, though he may shown his anger before.

After he had finished with his insults, she corrected him. Correction, I am the former commoner , who sits on the Throne of Serenno. She paused and smiled, and took glib remark, as a compliment. Also thank you for wishing me a long reign, as you are a former count of serenno, who is now a commonour. She added a slight back, and then an extra insult came to mind, The table does seem to turn, every now and again. She could not resist, giving him a slights in return, after all he started it. Though I do have a proposal for you, She opened her bag, and gave him a data pad. This is a list of all your former lands, minus any military assets you had, as the military is now the preserve of the crown. She paused to let that settle in, and she continued Please check it over, as records where destroyed, during the invasion and the raid Serenno suffered in your absence. He could of stayed and tried to negotiate with the sith, but he ran instead. Leaving her to stop a rebellion, by the nobility, which would could have possibly lead to [member="Darth Carnifex"], to committing another act genocide, to teach others a lesson. She managed to steer it clear of that, and rebuild Serenno, it was now beginning to regain its former glory. She has worked hard, and has now making the planet strong asset to the empire. The man in front her, was a loose end, she wanted to try and tidy it up. He still had supporters, but they where beginning to dwindle now, as the planet was rebuilding. She completed a star fortress, to protect the capital Carannia. She created jobs for the civilians using her vast wealth, as well as to create companies, for minor nobles within the empire. The planet had become so important, is was now the regional capital of sector V. She wanted that job, she did not like that leader. Though before she plotted that move, she need all loose ends tidied up one way or another.

[member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Alessandra Creed"]

 

[Alessandra Creed]

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Location: Geonosis | Golbah City | The Citadel​

Wearing: XoXoXoXoX​

Tag: [member="Darth Banshee"] | [member="Adron Malvern"]​

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“Yes. I did. How astute of you.”

Her response to Adron was wrapped in a teasing allure that no woman had the right to control so brazenly. Yet, she did. Perhaps it was the socialite influence from being born of the Pancath Reach or from surviving the day to day routines of Brentaal IV. Either way, her intentions were clear, and she didn’t mind who knew it. She would already take his name and bare his child. What was the point in hiding anymore? After Life Day…There wasn’t a soul in the Confederacy who didn’t know.

A lofty laugh rose to the arching pockets of ceiling when her beloved postulated about killing their guest. They both knew, that if it came down to it, their respective leaders would not be pleased. The raven-haired beauty allowed the Serenno man to pull her closer and her hand slid up to let her fingers grace the side of his neck. “Don’t say such things, my love.”

“Blood is terribly difficult to remove from carpet.”

Alessandra released their closeness, reluctantly, and they eventually arrived at the Conference Hall hand in hand. She had learned to walk with him, so much so, that their gait seemed to fall in line so that the action was smooth as silk. The introductory words that left the mouth of the Exarch were entirely expected. He held no love for the Sith Empire. After the corruption and subsequent subjugation and near destruction of his homeworld in an effort to conquer and assimilate it? She couldn’t blame him. Alessandra did not love Serenno in the way that he did. She did not care for it, long for it, or even think about it. But, she did love him.

With that in mind, his focus became her own. His world was her world—as he evermore held her heart.

The chiding and maladaptive responses from the Queen were almost enough to draw a laugh from the Creed woman. Wisely, knowing Adron, she held her tongue and schooled her features into the precise countenance of the Minister of Commerce. Alessandra held nobility in her own family but it wasn’t something she felt the need to lord over everyone else. She had struck out on her own, wanting to pave her own way, versus riding the coattails of others. “You sit on the throne of a singular world whilst this man is one seat from guiding an entire nation that is almost equal in size to your Empire. Throwing stones when your own house is made of glass is entirely unadvisable.”

Unadvisable, and costly. If this woman wanted something from the Exarch biting retorts would get her nowhere. It mattered not who started the bandying of insults. It only mattered who was adult enough to finish it. When the datapad was offered her hand moved, lazily, and it would find itself tugged almost gently from the dark-lit woman’s grasp. The Force swelled in her, though, its presence was hidden by an amethyst jewel around her throat. Alessandra did not take it. Instead, she held it suspended in the air for Adron.

The further he stayed from the Queen, physically, the easier it would be to keep him from trying to tear her apart. “I am Alessandra Creed.”, she introduced herself, as it seemed Adron would not, though she forewent her title. It was not needed here. Instead of taking a seat she simply remained at the Exarch’s side. As long as she remained beside him, keeping his hands on her, he could not put them on the Sith creature that had risen to claim his home.

“I deal with business contracts, politicians, and unsavory prevaricators every day…So, with this presentation, I see the carrot. Where is the stick?”

 

[Adron Malvern]

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This evening would certainly be a long one. The Exarch of the Confederacy listened to the quips and rebuttal of this Queen and he found all her words to miss any mark that warranted his attention. Yet their was one statement that struck true. Adron's lands and titles had been stripped from him when he stood against the Sith Empire and now in his place sat a Queen who was not even of noble birth. He tightened his hands around his walking cane while settling a tick in his jaw. It was not until [member="Alessandra Creed"] spoke that the noble from Serenno felt the reality of the situation shift. As an Exarch to the Confederacy he was answerable to only one man, [member="Darth Metus"], the Vicelord of their nation. Under his command Adron commanded whole armadas and legions stood ready to move on his command. Pride filled him as this realization came to him and he even passed Alessandra an approving expression, bordering on appreciation.

As Alessandra introduced herself, Adron noticed she used the Force to take the datapad from the woman, lifting it to Adron's hands. He took the device and his deep blue eyes would gaze at it silently. There was a substantial list that had been presented, each holding loftier than the last until the final reading caused him pause. The Blackgate Mountains. They would be in need of a new title, seeing as how Blackgate Manor, the seat of his family, was destroyed in the Sith invasion. How many of his friends and guards had died in that attack? He recalled his final moments on Serenno vividly, walking through snow that had been layered in a cloud of ash. Watching as what remained of his home burned to nothing more than a pile of metal swarmed by embers.

"These are my family's holdings." He confirmed before setting the datapad on the edge of the table. The Exarch eyed [member="Darth Banshee"] curiously before he showed a sly smile at Alessandra's words. It was true, the Sith had presented the holdings of his family for his review. Was this a show of power or station? Or perhaps she intended to spit on the name of his House one final time. Regardless Adron leveled his gaze against the woman, placing venomous quips aside for the time being. "As you know well when I stood against the Sith Empire at the Battle of Serenno I was labeled a traitor to my planet. My assets were frozen, my title suspended, and my lands seized. Even my asylum to the Galactic Empire did not release my exile, so I'll ask one final time, why are you here, Sith?"

 

[Darth Banshee]

She looked at [member="Alessandra Creed"], and answered ​You are if course right, and you are very astute. Her gaze then fell upon [member="Adron Malvern"], I could quite easily dissolved your house, and expunged your name from the record of Serenno nobles. I have not done that, I could of also given these to one minor nobles houses, who dislike you, and gained another ally, I have not. There's many thing I could do, that I have not done. She paused and let that settle in, she not yet moved against his house or anything else for that matter. She then pulled out a pardon negotiated by her, and agreed to by her emperor [member="Darth Carnifex"]. This document ment his exile was over, he could come home take his lands, or appoint a steward if he wished. She then pulled out a ring, on it was house Malvern crest upon it. She put it on the table, so he look at it if he wished. They're yours on two conditions, one I suspect you will find easier than the other. The first, you accept The Sith Empire rightful dominion of Serenno. The second you accept, that I am it's rightful Queen, and Proconsul, of Serenno. The first was case if accepted or not, he would have too. As otherwise, he was putting the CIS against the empire, and that was good thing politically for anyone. The other well, he had to make that choice himself. Though if he did not, she would have to do one thing she did not want to do. That expunge his name from the records, and give his lands to another. She rather give it someone who cared about Serenno, than someone who doing it for personal power. She did care, about a few things but not many, but Serenno was one of few things she did care about. Now I do not expect an answer now, nor tomorrow. I am visitor, and I will be here for the week. As I have other buissness here, as well as few shows I booked in advance to watch. Then she leaned in, and gave him what as a word of warning, to his and her current status. She said this in a hushed voice, I have been around for long time, I have seen many Space Faring nations come and go, and so have you. You maybe an Exarch now, and I maybe Queen, but ten years from now, CIS or TSE may make a mistake, and that will bring our names to dust again. Accept this deal, and if CIS ever does fall you and your family will have another home. If the Empire ever forced back into the shadows, I know you will not becoming for me, which means, I do not have to do attack preemptive strike to protect myself. She could list names longer than his arm, of fallen nations that have fragmented into dust. The lord of Fringe, The Omega Protectorate, The One Sith, and many others, include a former CIS. She sat back waited for his initial reaction, and for her time to leave the room, to let them speak. She had assets, in there space under other names, she was trying to get them to be linked to other houses of Serenno, as she was after allies. That meant helping them out of their debts they where in, and getting them off there knees. As war cost money, and loosing cost more. She had to sign over the title deeds, to Stygium mine she used, that was now in CIS territory. She had others as well, but it was worth it as if they can get themselves out debt, the interests payments alone they would no longer be paying, would more than satisfy the funds required by the empire. Including a mine in apathos, which produced Cortiss.

 

[Alessandra Creed]

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Location: Geonosis | Golbah City | The Citadel​

Wearing: XoXoXoXoX​

Tag: [member="Darth Banshee"] | [member="Adron Malvern"]​

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The Minister of Commerce could only stare at being told that she was correct. Yes, she was. It was infuriating for those that were so often wrong but that was neither here nor there. From that point onward she found that she was summarily not surprised by the flow of conversation that followed. She turned into Adron, letting her hand rest against his chest again, to keep him where he stood. He wouldn’t shove her away. With her condition or not, he would never, ever move her in a way that would cause her harm. For the time being this left the Serenno Queen safe.

Alessandra was mortal. Her Epicanthix bones meant that she was a lot stronger than she looked, but no manner of wishes, or prayer, would stop a the godlike flow of Adron’s wrath. Eventually…Her subtle warnings would fail. Eventually, this woman would say the wrong thing. It could be small. It could be a glance. A whisper…

His eyes would turn the color of the jewel around her throat. The Darkside would flow—and this Conference Room would burn. The raven-haired beauty was half-tempted to let him go.

“You misunderstand the desires of my husband. You keep speaking of things that were. Not, as they are. A House is made of Family. Of loyalty. The Malvern line on Serenno is dead. It exists here now.”, she spoke firmly, though, without a hint of undo emotion. Her voice was a soft velvet that carried throughout the hall with more authority than it ought to. Alessandra did not speak for Adron. No, with the way they were connected, so thoroughly, she spoke with him. “There is nothing left on your world for you to offer but old land and the ashes of everything he once loved.”

Nothing but ash, blood, and pain.

Adron confirmed that the holdings that had been displayed on the datapad were correct. Alessandra let him look them over in relative silence, instead, playing with the buttons of the shirt he wore beneath his suit coat. Her expression was pensive. At least, until he asked once again, why this Sith had arrived at their doors. “She wants everything. The former handmaiden is playing a rather elongated game of chess and doesn’t want anything to stand in her way.”

Her head tilted away from the black-clad Queen and Alessandra briefly buried her face against the Exarch. He was warm, strong, and with him, she felt secure in her opinion. It was blunt in a way few would probably dare speak to royalty to, however, Alessandra had no such hesitations. She would speak her mind. If this woman, this peasant-made-royal, wished to negotiate with the man beside her—she would hear it. “Nations come and go. You are correct in that aspect.”

“We, however, will remain. We are strong. You must understand that on the list of enemies we have to contend with, you, do not warrant an entry. I wouldn’t have even known of your existence if not for this meeting, in which a Queen, has crossed the galaxy to sway an exiled noble back to the fold with the promise of a trinket and a nostalgic title. We operate on a scale of controlling entire systems. A single world deep in Sith Empire space is about as meaningless to us as a planet dominated by the Mandalorians. We have no concern there and never will.”

Ale paused. Chocolate eyes flickered, darker than they ought to be, but still maintaining a silent elegance. Beauty, in all things, and almost effervescent in their candor.

“All that being said… If you ever attempt to preemptively strike us, rest assured, Lady Queen, that we will go through you like a door.”

It was not a threat. It was a fact.

 

[Adron Malvern]

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[member="Alessandra Creed"] [member="Darth Banshee"]​

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A somber expression crossed Adron's face as he listened to the words of the Sith before him. He listened to the threat that was offered to him in place of any sensible words and immediately his lips formed a thin, pride-filled smile. "You presume to hold power over me?" He said, his words barely a whisper as he looked to this woman with an unimpressed gaze. His words were met with his own fiancé's, hosting the entirety of his thoughts in a single elegant sentence. His eyes rolled over Alessandra as she pressed herself against him. There was no mistaking his would-be wife's intent. She sought to protect him from his own wrath. For if the Exarch of the Confederacy struck this woman down it would mean a war that the galaxy had likely not seen in years. As Alessandra spoke his hands danced over her chin, drawing her closer to him before his lips threatened to brush against hers.

"You were not there." He muttered softly, his lips threatening to brush over his fiancé's before his eyes rose to the Queen before him. "You were not there when the other houses killed my father, my mother, and my child brother." He said, his lips drawing into a deeper smirk as he spoke. "Nor were you there when they turned against their own world. Selling their people into a hellish fate for no more than a sum of credits." He continued,

His hand brushed against Alessandra's cheek tenderly before his hand wrapped around his woman's waist. His eyes, which were a deep shade of azure, were now fixed on this woman who came to a planet within his dominion and dared declare herself his superior, "I wept for my family and my own planet. That time has ended and that chapter is over. With my hands I will forge a new path." His final words were spoken with a sense of pride yet they were below a hush, Spoken more to his wife to be than the Queen who laid before them.

It was not until the Queen spoke of a preemptive strike that his eyes rose. Once a deep blue now they were clouded in a thick shade of Amethyst, brought from an anger sparked and ignited. Though his anger had been brought to a point his smile never faltered, if nothing else the shallowest of chuckles could be heard escaping his lips. His hand instinctively pressed against Alessandra's abdomen as he thought of the child that grew within her. "Here is what I will offer you, Sith."

"Nothing. You are not of noble birth and your title means nothing to me. I recognize you as you are, filth." He said, his words dripping with the pride and power of his station. Adron gave the faintest of waves as the door to the room opened. The Knight's Obsidian who had stood guard outside made their way inside, standing on either side of the door silently, as if awaiting something.

"You are below me and you have only wasted my time this day." Guiding Alessandra from the room, Adron offered an all-too pleasant expression for the evening's altercations. "Please. enjoy the rest of your stay." With nothing else to be said, Adron would lead Alessandra out of the room, his mind crossed in the brief meeting that had ensued.

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="Alessandra Creed"] [member="Adron Malvern"]

Well that did not goes as planned, as she saw them leave. She looked inwards, she felt herself at molecular structure. She took a breath, and began separating herself, at that level. Phasing was a forcepower that required much concentration. Though it has helped her run away when necessary, and to live to fight another day. She then moved her hands, and arms through the table to pick up the pardon, and the ring. Though she did leave the copy deeds there, she did not say anything. She got up while still in phase form, she walked through wall ahead of them. Then went back to corporal form, as for doing this for prolong period, was taxing. This was a statement, that lots of thing go through her, but she still stands. After all she was 60 years old now, she survived so much, and thanks to other abilities she will survive for much longer. She was not someone to just trifle with, that was just a fact. She fought many wars, and has been broken and rebuilt herself. Transfering of her essence, from one body to another, when her current one was no longer viable body, to another she had grown naturally for awhile. Which she also did, at a whim some times, as she hated the aging process. She grew them naturally, as if they had to be fast tracked into adulthood, they could not hold her for as long. As Darth Sidious had discovered, and she did not want to copy that mistake.

She was going back to her room, she had a show later, unless either of them interrupted her. As she was now walking in front of them, and that was not how they played it. Though now she would take extra precautions, she would give him till end of her trip, for him to change his mind. Though she consider her offer as fair as she could let it be. After all if Serenno is meaningless, then all he has to lose is money by not accepting the deal. Also the ring gave him immunity to prosecution, if he did decide to extract revenge, as long as the imperial judicators, did not want to investigate. Though for know she wonder how much the old CIS, was in this one. After all she use to fight for them too, in fact it was here she learned to transfer her essence, to get away from old life.