The Wedding of the Ages(open)

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Kamon Vondiranach"]
@Alliera Nakamura

Several things happened in quick succession. First, Vondiranach arrived, grabbed Hanna, and vanished. Rach's nose twitched as it always had when his Fallaassi-trained father used their odd arts -- arts for which he had zero aptitude. Second, Hanna burst into view again, apparently leaving the bubble of White Current shielding. That left a very irritated, very invisible ex-Jedi Master in the premises.

And third, Rach's wife arrived. That part was utterly unexpected.

"You could say that," he said, not even bothering to deny the accusation. He was looking around, trusting his instincts. "Careful -- invisible man about, and considering his pregnant bride just left her lipstick all over my face before changing her mind, he may not be feeling charitable." He adjusted his white suit. "Yeah. That's right. Came to the wedding of a Master and the Vice Chancellor, made out with the Vice Chancellor."

He was utterly ignoring Alliera; his words were for Kamon. To some extent, his brain refused to process his wife's arrival.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Mikhail heard a long, drawn out scream. A scream of shock and frustration. Funny, it seems weddings have become more noisy than battles. He whipped his head in the direction of the noise, questing out with his senses beyond himself, extending into the hallways beyond. He felt @[member="Spencer Jacobs"]. He raised both his eyebrows. He had not seen her in... a long time. Or at least it felt that way. What could have her screaming to the nine hells? Mikhail's mind touched hers. A brush of darkness, like an impossibly heavy fog soft over skin, delightfully cool, but terrifying in its aphotic, adumbrate mass.

"Well aren't you a screamer. Might want to stop before they come to check whether or not someone is being stabbed to death with a devaronian blade. Or you can scream on. " Shorn sent the thoughts to her telepathically. "I don't sense any danger near you... but I could be wrong. What in the galaxy can have you so upset, barbie?"

 

[Rosa Gunn]

[SIZE=10pt]Rosa smiled up at Darron as he found her, her own arm slipping round him though her eyes quickly found the floor as he chastised Kamon. Closing her eyes she let out a sigh watching as a mad woman ranted at him before being carted off by security before Kamon finally disappeared down the corridor. The three of them alone now Rosa looked back up at Darron. She considered chastising him for attacking Kamon like that when she had things under control but the simple flash of annoyance would be enough.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Tiptoeing she kissed him on the cheek “Good to see your negotiating skills have improved.” She said sarcastically with a sly grin. She turned her attention to Ashin. “Please, call me Rosa, I don’t like formalities. Kamon’s intentions are good, even if his methods are not. He loves Spencer, he wants to make sure she’s safe. Though he’s a fool if he thinks she isn’t.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]She snorted derisively at Ashin’s question “Seriously? The Echani Ambassador is about to marry the Vice Chancellor. You do the math. Speaking of which I should probably make sure Hanna’s – “ she paused extending her empathy she felt Hanna’s distress. “Drat.” She said as the scream shortly followed. Slipping from Darron’s arm and out into the corridor she caught a glimpse of Kamon disappearing towards the scream. Rosa let out a groan. “I should have been here earlier.” She muttered as she moved towards the bride’s dressing room but she had barely gone three steps when another scream came from somewhere else.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]This was a complete disaster. Hanna was in distress and upset, Kamon was raging, Spencer, by the feel of things was letting her emotions out in the most effective way she could, and there was a darker presence here, one she recognized all to well. Retreating back to the room with Darron and Ashin she pointed a finger at Ashin “Go and find Spencer, then tell Mikhail if he screws things up today I’ll…do something very un jedi like” It was a poor threat but the chaos of emotion was making her head hurt. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Grabbing Darron’s hand she pulled him after her, marching for Hanna’s dressing room “When we get married, it’s going to be a strict invite only.” She muttered not realizing what had just slipped from her lips. Pausing outside the dressing room door. “Please, don’t chastise him, just get him out and whoever else is causing problems so I can sort out Hanna.” Opening Hanna’s dressing room door she found her sobbing in a corner, her make-up was a mess, her dress was half undone and torn. “Oh Hanna,” she said softly as she rushed to her friends side and pulled her close to comfort her. This was not what she had expected.[/SIZE]

 

[Hanna Ike]

Hanna hugged Rosa tightly so glad for her to be there " Rosa...." She said in between sobs. She couldn't believe what that man had done towards her.. yet she still felt weird things about him. she just cried and held onto rosa tightly, she was so confused.. she had wanted it to happen a little bit and that didn't make sense. She was full of hormones, and emotions, and a drug, though she wasn't aware of the third.

" Rosa... he tried... to do things with me... and my wedding is ruined...." She said not sure what else to say she was stil hysterical... Sobbing as she clung to Rosa. Hanna was so glad that her best friend was finally there. She loved Rosa, and she was Hanna's main friend.. and to have her there meant everything.
@[member="Rosa Mazhar"]

 

[Abaigeal Burke]

This little plan of her's couldn't have gone any worse. All she had wanted to do was spend some quality fun time with her husband. There was no harm in that at all until Spencer walked in on it because she neglected to lock the door. Now John and she were naked and Spencer was screaming. Which meant that more people probably were going to be showing up soon. Nobody else needed to see her or John for that matter naked. Kamon was going to kill her when he found out what she did to his daughter.

Awkward...this was so awkward and embarrassing. She was never going to live with down.

"John, we need to get dressed now." Her eyes darted around the room looking for where they had flung their clothes. Picking up his uniform she threw it to him before picking up her dress. Kalia couldn't find her panties but whatever this would have to do at least she was covered. Darting to the bathroom she quickly threw the dress on before coming back out and standing by Spencer. "You see, what happened is that we don't get to see each other a lot so when we do we go a little crazy. I'm so sorry I should have locked the door." She wanted to get her to stop screaming and thought of hugging her but that would just make matters worse she was sure. "Please, please stop screaming." Kalia was almost begging now.

@[member="Jonathan Walsh"]
@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa stroked Hanna's head as she sobbed. "Its ok, its alright." she said soothingly. "I'm here and everything is going to be fine. You're wedding isn't ruined. I can fix this." She didn't even ask about who had tried things with her because in hanna's hysteria Rosa was picking up and flickers of her memories. She pulled the woman to her feet. "Calm down Hanna." she said softly brushing the tears from the woman's face "I promise you, this can be fixed."

"Darling," she said to Darron over her shoulder as she moved behind Hanna to re lace her wedding dress "There are is a man upstairs, white suit, dark hair. Please can you remove him and get Kamon down here. Force knows, it doesn't matter if he sees Hanna now." With Hanna's dress laced back up Rosa moved back in front of her friend and took her face in her hands soothing her with calm waves from her own aura, and carefully feeling Hanna's making sure she was physically ok. She was, save for the drug that lingered in her. Closing her eyes she began to purge it from Hanna's blood stream.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

@Alliera Nakamura
@[member="Rach Kol-Rekali"]

Kamon let her go, albeit reluctantly, especially since it meant she left the bubble of his protection from the man who'd attempted to assault her. Rage was an understatement for what he felt, and it would only have been worse if she had actually gone through with the Dark Jedi Master's little plan. Stable was not how one would describe Kamon at the moment. Everything was going to hell, and Kamon had been drifting this way and that for quite a while now. It was largely why he'd left the Order.

The presence of the man's wife only made Kamon desire to kill him worse. Not only was he using the Force to try and seduce his wife-to-be, but he was doing it when he already had a wife? A lightsaber moved swiftly into his hand and he activated it, though the wrapping of the current would keep that from being heard. He didn't drop it yet.

He was waiting. He didn't know why, but he was waiting for something. Something was going to happen and he wanted to see what it was. So he didn't strike yet, he just waited.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Retreating back to the room with Darron and Ashin she pointed a finger at Ashin “Go and find Spencer, then tell Mikhail if he screws things up today I’ll…do something very un jedi like” It was a poor threat but the chaos of emotion was making her head hurt.

[SIZE=10pt]Grabbing Darron’s hand she pulled him after her, marching for Hanna’s dressing room [/SIZE]

The empress of ten thousand worlds blinked once, then twice. The first blink was for obvious reasons. The second was a response to learning that Rosa Mazhar, lapdog to the Grandmaster, knew Mikhail Shorn.

Spencer's screaming continued to echo in Ashin's mind, and the Dark Lord grimaced. It was a scream of stress, not of pain or terror; she could sense that much. And Spencer needed an outlet.

Family. Ugh.

Ashin looked around at the now-thoroughly-empty dressing room, shrugged, and left. The refreshments table beckoned. As she approached, she drew one alchemically-hardened fingernail across her wrist and caught the blood surreptitiously with telekinesis. A crimson globe floated between her arm and her stomach, growing by the second -- the cut had been deep. Covering it with a hint of illusion, she picked up a ladle to pour herself some wedding punch.

And her blood poured into the nice pink punch, concealed by illusion. A flicker of Dark Repair fixed the wound on her wrist, leaving only a red line. She tasted the punch. The taste remained just fine, but it now held five kinds of Sith Poison.

After all, she said to herself, one raindrop raises the sea.

She poured a second cup. Sipping her punch, she travelled back through the grounds, and found @[member="Val'Ryss Zankarr"] weeping in a corner. Without ceremony, the Dark Lord sat beside her and offered her some punch.

"Cheer up, you excellent alchemist, you. I just put five kinds of Sith Poison in the wedding punch. Tell me that doesn't bring a smile to your face sufficient to transmogrify wedding doves into voracious killing machines." The empress of ten thousand worlds looped her arm over Val's shoulders and kissed her cheek in something like affection. "I'm going to need you ready. It's a nice day for a red wedding."

 

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

"A Jedi...master?" Alliera said, frowning "And let me guess, he probably thinks you tried to rape her..." Alliera face palmed for a moment, and looked around, trying to pin down where the Jedi Master was. "Listen sir, this man is My Initiate." ALliera said, trying to speak to the Jedi Master that was invisible "I take responcibility for his action, so if you want to kill someone, kill me...or at least try." Alliera decided to drop the rape thing, because she didn't want to get into that with a Jedi Master. "@[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]A'den, I need some Backup." Alliera said, into the Squad Comm "Bring the big guns, appearently my husband was macking on the Vice Chancellor and her Jedi Master FIance took offence."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@Alliera Nakamura
@[member="Kamon Vondiranach"]

Utter surprise.

"Alliera...I've cheated on you for a long, long time. You know that. And I always figured that most of it was behind your back. Because, let's face it, you're nuts. As a kid, you were crazy possessive. Clingy. Obsessive.

"You've grown up. And I think I love you again for it. I am...genuinely impressed. Can't claim I won't mess around on the side; won't say a word about you going to social functions with A'den."

And he meant it.

"Now, in fairness, I took her time travelling, dosed her with Zeltron Elixir of Infatuation, and hit her with the ultimate lust-inciting mind trick. When she backed out half-way through..." He shrugged. "...she was exercising what little freedom of choice I'd left her."

 

[Disciple]

THE REFRESHMENT TABLE

It called. It beckoned. It's siren song drew him in like a moth to a flame. And he knew why now. ALCHEMY. Cackling to himself, Disciple peered into the punch with one eye; the other was closed. Clasping his hands together, he looked towards Ashin and the uh.... thing, with her.

That female thing.

Whatever it was.

"Weak!", he proclaims, and then the temperature in the immediate vicinity dropped a good... fifty degrees. The sudden onslaught of his Force aura caused a few of the less prepared people in the area to simply vomit.

The rest fought the urge to kill themselves or piss themselves in a corner while tears streamed down their faces.

Disciple noticed none of this.

Ephemeral blue eyes glowing, he did... something, to the punch.

"Perfeccccct.", he hisses, almost as though it was a holy word.

And then he was gone.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Kamon was about to charge right in and cut Rach's head from his shoulders before he knew where Kamon even was, but he didn't. He didn't because something felt really wrong. Not about what was going on with these two Mandalorians, but something was wrong below. Something that he needed to deal with. Something potentially dangerous to a vast multitude of people. Kamon had had enough of this.

Turning, he charged across the rooftop and through the door into the building. His lightsaber returned to his belt and he swept down into the main room, still wrapped in the current. Several people had vomited near the table of food. Moving to it, he searched until he found the punch. Illusion was at work here. Amongst other things. He grabbed the punch bowl and it suddenly disappeared as he carried it over and dumped it into the pot of some poor plant.

He'd had enough of this, and lifted his commlink.

"This is Ambassador Vondiranach to all Echani service personnel. All Sith and Imperial affiliated persons are to be removed from Eshan immediately. Should they refuse, exercise caution, but use of Force is at your own judgment."

Nope, he'd had enough. The Sith and their ilk were causing problems now. The Echani had no love for the Sith Empire. Much less than the Republic or anyone else. That said, he moved off again. All of the Sith and other Imperials would soon be confronted by hardened Echani warriors. Spencer had a free pass because she was Echani, but she would probably go with Ashin. Oh well.

Kamon swept along to @[member="Hanna Lissiri"]'s dressing room and opened the door to find her and @[member="Rosa Mazhar"] there. Once he'd stepped inside, he dropped the current and looked between them.

"Come, Hanna. We're going to go find the officiant and have him marry us in private. Rosa, if you'd like to be the witness I'd be grateful. This wedding is turning into an absolute disaster and the Sith are trying to poison people now. I've ordered their removal."

 

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

"Alliera fully turned around towards Rach, and tilted her head, Rach could probably feel the emotional Turmoil in her. "You...you don't do that often do you?" Alliera asked, struggling through bad memories of the time before she joined the Jedi Order "I...would you d.do that to me?" It was clear Alliera was crying now, she thought she escaped that kinda thing...

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer looked at her aunt and uncle and then shook her head as she stopped screaming. This was a disaster all she wanted was cake. Remembering the cake, she smiled and sprinted off towards the cake. Finding the glorious tiered cake the young Empath felt a smile spread across her face. Grabbing handfuls upon handfuls she shoved the cake into her mouth. The wonderful feeling of the spongy and sweet goodness relaxed the girl. She continued to eat getting frosting all over her face. After she finished 2 of the 3 tiers, she decided to grab the smallest and go find Ashin.

She felt a tickle in the back of her mind and she heard the message and knew exactly who it was.

Lets just say this is too much for me to handle, I hate large gatherings for a reason…my head is killing me and what are you doing here Darth Ken.


Continuing to move she found Ashin and Val, Spencer’s skin began to crawl as she remembered the woman. Something caught her attention and noticed Val was crying. Giving a crooked but slightly confused smile she moved towards the pair and grabbed a bit of punch on the way that seemed to have escaped Kamon's rage. Stopping in front of the woman, she offered two slices of cake. It was obvious she had gotten into it already with the frosting all over her face.

“Uh I saved you guys slices…”

Looking at Val crying she blinked.

Guess the monster does have somewhat of a heart…

Taking a sip of the punch she shook it and looked at it then towards Ashin.

“Hmm, this tastes a whole lot better”

@[member="Ashin Varanin"]
@[member="Mikhail Shorn"]
@[member="Kalia Vondiranach"]
@[member="Jonathan Walsh"]
@[member="Val'Ryss Zankarr"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@Alliera Nakamura

THe man in the white suit sighed. "No, I don't do that often. To be honest, I was hired to demolish this wedding and make Vondiranach lose control. Apparently it hasn't happened yet..."

Then Echani warriors streamed into the rooftop garden and formed a loose half circle around Rach. They seemed unwilling to infringe on Alliera's personal space.

"Perhaps I spoke too soon."

"Come with us, Sith. Your kind aren't welcome here."

"I'm not, technically speaking, a Sith."

"You're a wielder of the Dark Side of the Force. There are other Sith in the premises; we're not idiots. Don't force us to-"

Rach grimaced, and the Echani warrior's jaw broke. "Thank you," he said in the silence.

All hell broke loose.

 

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

"We're Mandalorians, we're your allies you morons!" Alliera said, punching a Echani Guard out "or is the T-Visor I'm wearing to obvios!" The Echani didn't listen, and they drew weapons, causing Alliera to draw her own sword. Alliera's emotions had been forced on the back burner as her combat discipline took over, and she started bobbing and weaving around the varios Echani as they tried to engage her.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"Darth Ken. I think it has a ring to it, don't you?"

The trademark wink at the end of the sentence was almost audible.

"You there, Sith Scum!"

Mikhail scowled. How charming. He turned around to face the Echani security guards. There were three of them. Pale blue eyes stared expectantly.

"You're to come with us, you've been ejected from the premises."

"Oh really?" Mikhail sighed. "Fine, let's go."

The Echani guards stared, clearly not expecting such a reaction. They escorted him to the doorway and watched him step outside. His image flickered once. Twice. He disappeared.

"What the..." a guard growled in shock.

"Over here."

Behind the three guards stood Mikhail Shorn. Looks of confusion crossed the guards faces.

"I forgot to grab a bottle to go! Couldn't help myself."

A guard's face froze in concentration. He reached a hand up to his earpiece, nodded once, and turned to his companions. "They're now declared hostiles, open fire."

"That's a mista-" Mikhail's words were cut off in a chorus of whining blasterfire. His image flickered. The red lancets of energy passed right through him. Mikhail stared down at himself. Untouched. He smoothed his tuxedo. "Told you. Did any of you bring an umbrella, by the way?"

The guards ceased firing in astonishment. "A what?"

He shrugged and snapped his fingers. The wedding cake exploded.

His earlier excursion to the kitchens proved fruitful. The bomb he had had one of the cooks place inside the cake went off in a brilliant display. Mikhail smirked as burning cake chunks rained down on the gathering.

"It might have been useful."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@Alliera Nakamura

Very, very few people could match Rach as a hand-to-hand combatant; Echani warriors fell into that category, and it simply wasn't feasible to fight them all at once in that style. He wanted to -- he wanted it badly. But Alliera was right, of course.

He'd screwed up, maybe, just a little. Time to shelter her, and the Mandalorians, from the repercussions.

"I AM A DARK LORD OF THE SITH! BOW BEFORE ME!" Lightning sprayed out around him in a wide storm, ensnaring the Echani. Paralyzed and burned, the white-robed warriors fell convulsing to the ground.

His voice hammered into Alliera's mind. They don't know I'm a Mando. Get out while you can. For the sake of Mandalore.

 

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

' you better come out of this.' Alliera replied, in Rach's mind. before Running out of the Gaurden, and later the house, and passing A'den on the way. "Turns out we need to book it, lets go!" Alliera said, pulling A'den along "Lets just hope Rach makes it out." Alliera made it to the predator, and started up the Take-off sequence.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

He left them alive, twitching and incapacitated in the lightning-burnt garden. Sagging from the effort, he coughed vigorously. As Masters went, he was average, perhaps less. This much lightning, after that much flow-walking and mind-tricking, had left him tired. He fed upon their pain for strength, but he knew it might not be enough. As he walked through the burned bodies of the Echani warriors, he monologued for their enlightenment. Perhaps they would report it.

"Mind-controlling Mandalorians is a tricky business. They're so focused on their precious neutrality, they hate Sith so much -- anything could break my compulsion on them. Anything at all, like the sight of Force Lightning. Unacceptable. Now, I'm tempted to try again, but this time with Echani...but I'll need better specimens..."

It was an off-the-cuff monologue without foundation. Constructing Alliera as a mind-controlled mercenary just might give her the cover she needed, regardless of what she'd told Kamon. Maybe.

It was worth a shot.

Drawing further upon their pain for his strength and revitalization, the Dark Master descended through the building. He avoided Hanna's dressing room, and made his way to the main grounds just in time to see the wedding cake explode. The punch bowl sat upended near a potted plant. Circumspectly, Rach gestured at the potted plant and some of its punch-soaked soil floated to him. He placed it in a small, double-sealed bag for future analysis, sniffing the scent of alchemy.

Other Echani were nearby, and Sith. Rach wrapped himself in a simple skein of illusion and headed for the exit of the grounds.

Welp, my work here is done.