The Heir
Malum wiped off the grime and sweat from his brow. It had been a hard-fought fight, and afterward, he was not even sure if their side had won it. The Mandalorians had escaped after their frankly criminal and terroristic actions, (the fact that a Sith of all peoples was thinking this, not being any matter of irony for the young heir of House Marr), and they had taken with them many of the delegates which were to have legitimised the Sith seizure of Kal'Shebbol, the rest, of course, Malum knew the fates of, many corpses littered the grounds of the negotiation room after all, while many others were crying out in pain and fear, left to his Mistresses' ever so loving embrace.
Well, embrace, might have been generous.
For Malum he did not care too highly for the oncoming events, standing up and beginning to walk away from the negotiating room to the outside. Or well... he did care for them, but he had not been assigned to do any task related to it by Darth Ophidia. Thus, it would likely be best if he left here immediately before his Mistress arrived to give him said task. First, though, he would need to find everyone, the party to reach Dromund Kaas had all split up when he was ordered to come to defend and learn over the negotiations here. He at the very least knew Trayze was nearby, but the others, well, it may take a day or so to find anyone, which meant a day or so, of avoiding his Mistress, to make sure they did not lose any more time to find the Holocron.
Reaching the outside pavilion, he grimly noted the destruction around, it seemed his prediction of a Mandalorian attack on the periphery fortifications had come about after all, thankfully it seemed they too had been fought off, even if corpses and craters littered the land.
He was about to make his way to the Lochris, parked some distance away...
...Before the sight of pale hair stopped him again, his breath hedged in cold air.
The woman, the enchanting woman with platinum white hair, and eyes as red as his own, that he had wished to approach before the battle had begun... that he had approached, as the battle had begun.
His legs moved without his mind's command.
This was certainly a bad idea.
Adeline Noctua
Well, embrace, might have been generous.
For Malum he did not care too highly for the oncoming events, standing up and beginning to walk away from the negotiating room to the outside. Or well... he did care for them, but he had not been assigned to do any task related to it by Darth Ophidia. Thus, it would likely be best if he left here immediately before his Mistress arrived to give him said task. First, though, he would need to find everyone, the party to reach Dromund Kaas had all split up when he was ordered to come to defend and learn over the negotiations here. He at the very least knew Trayze was nearby, but the others, well, it may take a day or so to find anyone, which meant a day or so, of avoiding his Mistress, to make sure they did not lose any more time to find the Holocron.
Reaching the outside pavilion, he grimly noted the destruction around, it seemed his prediction of a Mandalorian attack on the periphery fortifications had come about after all, thankfully it seemed they too had been fought off, even if corpses and craters littered the land.
He was about to make his way to the Lochris, parked some distance away...
...Before the sight of pale hair stopped him again, his breath hedged in cold air.
The woman, the enchanting woman with platinum white hair, and eyes as red as his own, that he had wished to approach before the battle had begun... that he had approached, as the battle had begun.
His legs moved without his mind's command.
This was certainly a bad idea.
Adeline Noctua