This has gone on long enough, cannibal. (Shinju)

[Onrai]

@[member="Lady Exedō"]

RATTATAK, GLADIATOR ARENA

It was quite the spectacle, wasn't it? Circe Savan, former Sith Lady of the now defunct Sector III and a master of the Dark Side currently stood in the center of the Rattataki Gladiator Arena. Here, people like Assaj Ventress had fought, many years ago during the Clone Wars. And it was here that Circe had come, in order to deliver a challenge to someone who deserved this far too long. All the woman had brought with her was a Sharpshot submachine gun, using the twenty-five round extended mag and armor-piercing bullets, two spare magazines, one of her lightsabers, and a shield-sized mirror. She was wearing the robes from Malachor, Darth Traya's robes, as she prepared to speak.

"Citizens of the Fringe!" She began. "There is one among you who has caused great harm. One whose atrocities against her species, all sentients, and the galaxy at large are unforgivable. There is absolutely nothing that can be said for what she has done. And that woman is Shinju Ayasha." A holoimage of the abominable futanari appeared, and boos came from the crowd. "This woman has done some of the most disgusting things in the entire galaxy. She has slaughtered innocents, even her own allies, and feasted upon their flesh. She is a rabid animal, and it's about time someone put her, her illusions of grandeur, and her 'empire' of madmen down." The crowd cheered as Circe turned towards the gladiators' entrance, waiting for the cannibalistic monstrosity to show herself.

If she had the... Well, unfortunately, she did.

 

[Shinju]

Shinju wasn't at the arena she cared little for the petty vendetta's of circe while she had more important things to do. Like pick her nose or dance around with her chainsaw.

 

[Onrai]

Circe crossed her arms, waiting for the cannibal to arrive at the arena. "I'm waiting. Where's the Empress Exedo now? She's been called out, live streaming on the holonet, and still she runs away like a coward!" Circe laughed, as did the audience in the arena. "That's right, Shinju. Every holonet beacon in the Fringe is receiving this telecast live. You know those Rakata? The 'fearsome cannibalistic warriors' you tamed? They're watching this. You know your wife? @[member="The Wrathful One"], the one you stole from former Emperor Dranok Lussk? She's watching this too. Hell, you know who else is watching this?"

She smiled, turning to the camera. "Admiral Shira Karrde herself. And Yun-Harla, more than likely. Everyone you've ever seen or met in the Fringe is watching your gutless, swine-like hide avoid Kaon, the largest and most prestigious gladiatorial arena in the Pit. And you know what else? More than likely, the Republic is watching this too. As are the Omegans, the Sith... You have just become the galactic laughingstock for your gutlessness."

Circe smiled, fading away into the White Current for a brief moment before reappearing. "I'll ask you one last time, Shinju. Get your ass down here before I get a pair of bolt cutters and make you a real woman. Permanently."

@[member="Lady Exedō"] @[member="Darth Arcis"] (just becuz)

 

[Shinju]

Shinju shrugged while she listened to the holonet and then spoke. "And? You seem to be under the impression I have prestige or fame. I care nothing for that, you wish to call me a coward.... Okay I can be a coward. Does it make you feel better this seems to be really important to you. Do you want me to pat you on the back and say your the strongest in the fringe oh great Circe Savan. You challenged someone who doesn't gives two karks about titles. Good for you your so impressive. I'm going to go and play with my daughter you know the thing you don't have despite how often you spread your legs. Bye now enjoy my second"

@[member="Krag"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

@[member="Lady Exedō"]


"Can we go back to Desperate Ithorian Housemaidens now?"Preliat said, in the couch opposite Shinju. He was sprawled out in his underwear, and the helmet was being used as a footrest. He offered some popcorn to his TV buddy, Shinju.

 

[Onrai]

The holoimage of Shinju appeared in its full, oversized glory as Circe listened to the Teryn talk. She laughed when the woman finished, chuckling as the image disappeared. "Oh, Shinju... You don't seem to understand, do you? Then again, insane experiments gone wild never do understand... I'd know that from experience." She coughed, clearing her throat. "I don't give a damn how 'strong' I am in the Fringe. I also don't give a damn about your titles. This is an issue I and many others, both in the Fringe and in the galaxy at large, have with you."

She stepped around, making sure to look over the holocams as she continued her address. "Shinju, I know for a fact that Bundori isn't yours. It's relatively common knowledge throughout the Fringe's soldier base that you committed an absolutely abhorrent atrocity in order to get yourself a 'daughter' - you took an innocent pregnant woman, a soon-to-be mother, and tore her stomach open. According to reports, you not only stole the baby from her womb as she bled out and died, but you also feasted upon her flesh. While she was still alive." Gasps were heard from the crowd.

"Necrocannibalism is one thing, and it already is disgusting enough. But devouring another sentient being while they're still living is crossing the line, even by the lowest of Sith standards. And I do have a daughter, actually... But she's safely at home while mommy deals with business." The Sith woman winked into the camera, knowing her lover and her daughter were most likely watching.

"Now, I'm going to ask one more time. Are you going to let the man side of you come out and be the cannibal you profess to be? Or are you going to keep up this inordinate swarm of lies about your brutally adopted daughter?"

@[member="Lady Exedō"]

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

@[member="Lady Exedō"] @[member="Circe Savan"]

Krag was a warrior and he never turned down a challenge that could prove to be...entertaining. Shinju was one of the first Sith that Krag had met during his time with the Empire and, despite her being a lesser, Krag had grown fond of her for her predatory nature. Thus, when Shinju called upon her to combat this so called Sith Lady, there was no turning it down. Besides, Krag needed a break from fighting real wars to come here and feast on the bones of a weakling so that he had the energy necessary to take down Jedi Masters and Fel Knights when they finally assaulted Kalee.

The overwhelming darkside presence from Krag's Sith armor would be felt as soon as he landed on planet, but his thundering footsteps would be a sure hint as to his identity. Moving into the lights and cheering crowds of the arena, Krag rolled his shoulders and glared down at the woman who stood meters away from his position. Standing, decked out in his powerful armor, Krag appeared to be a fiery demon straight from the depths of hell. A reaper, if you would, that had come to collect the souls of the weaklings who had plagued the galaxy.

Raising his hands up into the air, taking in the cheers and subtle hints of fear that radiated from the crowd, Krag roared in a voice of thunder, "Have you come to see blood!" The Graug's voice shook the arena and was succeeded by the quaking of cheers and applause, "I shall give you blood!" Krag barked, his sulfuric eyes coming to a rest on Circe before a clawed finger stuck out towards her "I shall feast on your bones this day."

 

[Shinju]

"And" Shinju looked at Circe. "If the galaxy cares so much they gave you the job of fighting me then... Well it must be a low priority so whatever I still have a daughter and your in an arena." Shinju cut it and flipped the channel looking at the man on the couch while she changed to the proper channel. 30 minute meals with the Yun-Harla

 

[Onrai]

Then @[member="Krag"] showed up.

"You've got to be kidding me..." Circe facepalmed. "I have no quarrel with you, Krag. Don't let yourself be puppeteered by that twisted wreck of a woman into assailing another Sith." She crossed her arms, agitated at the limitless stupidity that seemed to flow into the arena like a burst dam. "You're not seeing any blood from me, nor are you feasting on any of my bones. Vinithi, remember? Besides, this isn't your fight."

With all the confidence she could muster, Circe headed towards the gladiator entrance on her side. She now had a Teryn to hunt down.

 

[Nyxie]

Aynea, now Lady Ashelotte Saybin had been mere miles out the whole time, listening in as she carefully stalked her lover through thick and thin. Her daughter was safe and sound in the custody of IBIS. Despite her upbeat, furious outward attitude, she was at heart full of compassion and peace. Sometimes the Dark Side would take the better of her, as it did many Ruferalahuin greats before her, but she was ultimately vowed on change. Change was the very reason she became a Lord in the New Yuuhzan Vong and a Ranger of Sir Hammerlock. The thin film of Vonduun carapace under her skin twitched and writhed as it tightened over her skin like something out of Witchblade. Her Cabracan, the one she became obsessed with and ultimately purchased from RRDI, crept up on its small glide wheels to the front of the arena.
Lady Ashelotte scaled the walls in complete, feral stealth as the bladed tendrils of her high heeled Vonduun boots were repeatedly jabbed into its ancient, faded face. Upon the top, the sun stood to her back, leaving nothing but a blackened silhouette of curvacious woman and fluffy tails for all onlookers to see.
"So the he-girl has summoned her proxy, this eunuch of beasts, to fight in her stead. A pity. I was hoping for a good show. Perhaps if my mercenaries had taken her daughter...."
Ooohs and warcries filled the arena pit. Ashelotte simply stood there, waching as she fanned herself with her je'daii butterfly gunbai. Were all Sith this melodramatic?

(((I was mentioned so I couldn't help but jump in. xD Besides, you know Circe was bound to tag me eventually....)))
@[member="Circe Savan"] @[member="Krag"]