Populate A Winter's Blessing | THR Life and Name Day Thread [Resource Hex]

[Lysander von Ascania]

Naniti​

Two words drifted into the festival air around them. He didn’t have to reach, answering immediately; their breath met easily as Lysander parted his mouth just enough to press against the fullness of her lower lip. And in that realignment, it still felt like a story opening its first page.

Choosing Naniti with that awareness felt natural, something he’d been doing longer than he realized. Another small truth he accepted. During their missions for the Covenant and other outings, he’d realized she steadied him without ever restraining him; the kiss was no different in principle, holding him in the present.

A hand traced her spine and came to rest beneath her montrals, digits nestling at the hollow where her pulse lived, stopping there at the roots of her lekku. When it deepened, whatever heat washed into his breath was drawn in, exchanging something more elemental than oxygen. Between them, a delicate dance took shape, finding, parting, finding again, a cadence he wouldn’t dare disrupt. One might have even suggested that smile again.

Outside of that sanctuary, the axes could fall, arrows fly, let whoever wished make sense of it. Ukatis was free to misunderstand. None of it belonged here.

He knew the darker road he walked, the one shaped by power and control, and where it could eventually lead, into the abyss. Even so, this connection was not something he wanted to lose. Whatever it was, a shard of light or not, Lysander refused to let it be swallowed whole.. it was worth fighting for.

What they had there was enough. The space held; his violet companion's comfort would guide it.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

A_W I N T E R S_B L E S S I N G
Objective I - Lights of the Ovli Market

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
UKATIS, INNER RIM

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"Ukatis welcomes you, Supreme Commander Sularen, So long as you're here to observe the festivities. Have you met the Republic’s interim chancellor, Aurelian Veruna?”

Well at least it appeared that the Dowager Princess was amical to him despite his past, especially given her prior station as a member of the now defunct New Jedi Order's Council. Assured that the past was firmly behind them Sularen proceeded to offer a response to her inquiry already familiar about the intreim Chancellor by reputation although this was still his first time meeting him in person.

"No i haven't had the privilege of meeting with the Chancellor." Sularen said taking a brief look at the Chancellor as if to invite him to the conversation. "But i have heard a lot of good things from him, especially about his careful leadership of the Republic in the face of the ongoing crisis with the Black Sun Syndicate. Quite impressive if you ask me." he added.

Tags | Dominique Vexx | Liana Organa | Sibylla Abrantes | Corazona von Ascania | Aurelian Veruna | Adelle Bastiel | Makko Vyres ​

 

[Liana Organa]

Sibylla Abrantes - Dominique Vexx - Corazona von Ascania - Marlon Sularen - Aurelian Veruna - Makko Vyres - Adelle Bastiel​

“I dunno. Sounds like an accident waiting to happen.” All it would take is one bad actor abusing the downed guard of an entire planet to enact some nefarious plot. Perhaps the Ukatians were more prepared for any disturbances than she realized, but in any case it seemed like a risky offer to extend just to appease some curious imperialists.

There was a lot of motion now that they were close to the woman of the hour. Introductions were exchanged with polite efficiency, and Liana was caught off-balance by what was almost a rehearsed procedure by everyone else. Even Sularen took the exchange in stride. Senator Vexx went to the liberty of introducing Liana herself, and the junior ambassador scrambled to muster a timely curtsy. In truth she didn’t mind-- Liana had been pondering how she was supposed to introduce herself to Corazona; Like an old familiar face? They hadn’t known each other that well, surely. But would an austere, formal greeting be too robotic for a pair who shared as many associations as they?

Vexx rendered the problem moot, and sure enough the Lady did recognize Liana at last. Taking a cue from Sibylla, the Princess of Alderaan stepped forward, her shoulders relaxing and a smile forming at Cora’s reaction. “It’s a pleasure to meet you again, Lady von Ascania.” Her smile twisted awkwardly on the matter of her parents, “Eh-- Very busy.” She replied succinctly, “Very very busy.” After a beat, Liana remembered why they were here, “Oh-- Congratulations! On, uh, the baby.”

 

[Aurelian Veruna]

Tags: Adelle Bastiel | Corazona von Ascania | Makko Vyres | Sibylla Abrantes | Dominique Vexx | Marlon Sularen | Liana Organa

Aurelian's attention lingered on Sibylla longer than courtesy required. Something was off. It was subtle, the sort of thing most would miss, but he knew her well enough to catch it. The warmth she carried so easily had cooled, her composure sharpened into something deliberate. He did not ask. Not here.

When she turned her attention to Adelle and him, he smiled with practiced ease. "They have," he admitted when she mentioned keeping him on his toes. His gaze slid sideways toward Adelle. "Though she needs to brush up on her axe throwing and her archery if she intends to remain a credible menace." He paused, considering. "I say that with affection. Mostly." He lifted his brows, as if bracing. "I'm hoping that doesn't earn me a slap."

He watched Sibylla step up to the line with the bow, interest sharpening into something like surprise. He said nothing as her arrows flew. One struck. The others did not. Aurelian pressed his lips together, then glanced back toward Adelle.

"Well," he said mildly, "perhaps the two of you should partner up next time."

His attention shifted as the Supreme Commander addressed him directly. Aurelian turned fully now, posture straightening, expression smoothing into polite interest. "The pleasure is mine," he said. "And thank you. I do appreciate a well delivered compliment." There was no false modesty in his tone. If there was one reliable way to secure his goodwill, it was to acknowledge competence.

He studied Sularen as he spoke, filing away details. "I'll admit," Aurelian continued, "I don't know much about the Imperial Confederation. That seems like an oversight worth correcting." His smile sharpened. "We should sit down in the near future and remedy that."

He glanced briefly around the small gathering, then added, almost thoughtfully, "I do like the Supreme portion of your title. It has gravitas." His eyes flicked back to Sularen. "Perhaps I should rebrand. Supreme Chancellor does have a certain ring to it. I'll have my people float it. Public reaction would be fascinating."

His gaze shifted again, this time to Dominique. "Director," he said, tone light but attentive. "Is this young Organa working with you on Denon?"

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[Dominique Vexx]

Dominique's golden eyes slid over to Aurelian Veruna with a smile on her lips. There was no need to look at Marlon Sularen . It should be self-evident at this point. All it took was the right person in the right place to get a healthy conversation started. That wasn't to say they'd come to be fast friends or agree on all fundamental tenants of their way of life, but a government needn't be perfect to become a strategic partner at least and an ally at best.

Some didn't fully appreciate Denon's lack of interest in playing politics, but their neutrality could be leveraged to get unlikely persons in contact with one another. Everyone needed something, and her world was positioned to provide -- even if it was just a place to talk.

Her brows rose a scant fraction of an inch as Aurelian seemed smitten with the idea of calling himself the Supreme Chancellor, however. There was no chance of that daydream coming to fruition. Even if the reaction would be 'fascinating.' Leave it to him to make an irreverent remark.

"I have extended an offer of my services to the Ambassador," Dominique replied. Speaking of irreverence. "I'm certain she will make us of them however benefits Alderaan to do so." Somehow, the Director doubted the young woman Liana Organa was going to let it pass amicably as that, but there was nothing Dominique could do to stop her. Much as she had a difficult time keeping Aurelian's tongue from threatening to skewer those around him.

"Speaking of which," Dominique turned to Corazona von Ascania with a respectful bow, "I congratulate you, Princess, and hope you will find inspiration from today's festivities for Ukatis and your child. As I feared you might be inundated with well-meaning gifts, however," such as a horse for a babe, not to put too find a finger on it, "I thought to offer the services of some of Denon's finest designers. They would be all too happy to come here to Ukatis and ensure any fashion design for you or your child meets your approval. They are only a holo away." Dominique would have the contact information sent to Cora for her to make use of at her leisure.

Makko Vyres | Adelle Bastiel | Sibylla Abrantes​

 

[Nir Si]

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Tag: Varin Mortifer​

Nir looked down to the hand, ignoring it in favor of running his hands through his long red and neon hair.

"What, you haven't heard of me?" A chuckle escaped his lips, as he summoned a cigar to his hand in a flash of flame, puffing it before finally accepting the handshake. "Nir Si, Hurricane of Wild Space, Lead Singer of H.A.W.K. You've probably seen my face before. It's plastered all over the holonet. Then again, you might not've. Can't help it when people have an unfortunate case of chit taste."

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

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Objective I - Lights of the Ovli Market
Interacting with: Dominique Vexx Liana Organa Adelle Bastiel Corazona von Ascania Makko Vyres Aurelian Veruna Marlon Sularen
Mood:

Liana Organa was not wrong. Such situations could cause an international incident. One hopes it would not. Then again, as the Supreme Commander Marlon Sularen seemed intent on ignoring her and focusing instead on Aurelian Veruna , Sibylla's lips couldn't help but purse further.

Really, was he trying to court Aurelian with the amount of flattery he was giving? Maybe, just like Tona, it wasn't the women Sibylla should be concerned about, trying to fawn and get Aurelian's attention or hand in marriage.

It was the men!

A stir of ridiculous annoyance and maybe just the tiniest flash of irritation at how quick Aurelian was to accept the fawning slipped through Sibylla. She decided instead to focus on the conversation at hand with Dominique Vexx and on how her congratulations were accepted. Indeed, Sibylla was pleased that Lady Corazona von Ascania seemed to truly enjoy her gift. It made the time spent on knitting and weaving the lace worthwhile. It may have been one of the many different ladylike skills Naboo's nobility enjoyed cultivating, and by far it was one that Sibylla had enjoyed learning. And while her embroidery was average and her jewelry-making passable, she still enjoyed the piano the most.

At least in this instance, the delicate lace's knitting and weaving were very much appreciated.

"Good to see you again, your majesty," Adelle said, keenly aware that this was not a private yacht party. Titles and protocol held sway until someone said otherwise. "Yes, he very nearly surprised me at the axe-throwing contest before volunteering himself to be my competition and guide throughout the festival. I've done the best I can, but Phantom hasn't won any further titles from him."

A chuckle and a half smile slipped from Sibylla's lips at hearing that from Adelle, giving her brows a slight perk as she cast her hazel eyes from the Corellian to Aurelian. There was no denying the subtle lance of joy and pleasure that they were interacting with one another. Aurelian may object all he wanted, but he needed more friends. Allies. People he could trust outside of Tona and herself with different perspectives that would tell him plainly how things were without the pretense of noble airs or because they were out to get something from him.

If she knew anything, Adelle would be good for the Interim Chancellor. Provide the candor he needed to meet with his brazen, dank farrik, and match him in sass, she mused, even as she knelt to give Phantom a gentle pat and stroke in hello.

Of course, all her amusement faded even as her attempts at striking a victory with archery came to an utter ruin. Only one arrow managed to land while the other two utterly failed -- the line snapping right after the last just as she heard Aurelian practically radiate in delight in response to Sularen's compliments.

Sibylla could not roll her eyes hard enough, giving a wince as the snapping line smarted her fingers, causing her to shake her hand a the pain, a nasty red welt there.

"Blast!" she cursed lightly under her breath.

Figures.

It only grew worse as she heard Aurelian feed into using the Supreme title. Oh Shiraya no. Now she will hear of that for the next month for sure with animated smugness.

Thankfully, Sibylla decided to hand off the broken bow to follow up with recognition of Dominique's gift. "I can vouch that Denon has fantastic style and attire that will not only be comfortable but a delight to wear."

 

[Adelle Bastiel]

Tags: Aurelian Veruna | Sibylla Abrantes | Corazona von Ascania | Makko Vyres | Dominique Vexx | Marlon Sularen | Liana Organa

When she turned her attention to Adelle and him, he smiled with practiced ease. "They have," he admitted when she mentioned keeping him on his toes. His gaze slid sideways toward Adelle. "Though she needs to brush up on her axe throwing and her archery if she intends to remain a credible menace." He paused, considering. "I say that with affection. Mostly." He lifted his brows, as if bracing. "I'm hoping that doesn't earn me a slap."

Adelle gave him a sidelong glance. "No," she said slowly. "But it might earn you some flying lessons."

She gave Sibylla a teasing, lop-sided grin. "You can ask her majesty about it and the fine pillows we have on Roon."

Sibylla could not roll her eyes hard enough, giving a wince as the snapping line smarted her fingers, causing her to shake her hand a the pain, a nasty red welt there.

"Blast!" she cursed lightly under her breath.

Adelle started forward when Sibylla winced, worried that she had suffered an injury. Snapping lines and breaking bows could be quite hazardous, especially if you weren't in beskar'gam. She relaxed when she saw no blood or exposed bone, and nothing out of alignment.

The political pleasantries and greetings continued on. More and more, Adelle felt painfully out of place, in spite of her apparent friendship with Aurelian and the amicable relationship she had with Sibylla. People in power were not her forte. Phantom hopped back onto her shoulders and curled up tightly, claws digging into the jacket's fabric. She should get going, and let the influential people talk.

He glanced briefly around the small gathering, then added, almost thoughtfully, "I do like the Supreme portion of your title. It has gravitas." His eyes flicked back to Sularen. "Perhaps I should rebrand. Supreme Chancellor does have a certain ring to it. I'll have my people float it. Public reaction would be fascinating."

He was joking. He had to be.

"I think one Nabooian Supreme Chancellor was enough for the galaxy," she said dryly. Okay, she had to make one more comment.

 

[Varin Mortifer]

At first he seemed to hesitate shaking his hand. Didn’t surprise him really, as he watched him fix his hair. When he did finally accept the handshake Varin thought as he spoke of who he was, as if his name had already been known for miles around galaxy wide. Something about a band and singing.

“Can’t say I have heard of the band I’m afraid. I’m new to the music scene. Used to play in one as well, though it was more of a hobby.”

He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Are you more popular and known than Tuk’ata Tears? They were the first band I had seen live in that kind of music scene.”

He finished browsing the weapon rack before he picked up a pair of heavily armored gauntlets.

“Let's make this interesting. Pick whatever weapon you want, I will do the same. The loser owes the winner a pint.”

He began strapping on the armored gloves, the weight feeling familiar.

“Obviously this isn’t to the death. That would spoil most if not everyone's day. I will leave the winning rules to you.”

Nir Si​

 

[Nir Si]

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Tag: Varin Mortifer​

"I think they opened for us a few times." Nir smirked, before holding his hand outstretched. His cigar disappeared in a puff of smoke, only to be replaced in a flash of white flame by his sword that shined with the Light of the Force. That, and talk.

<Opponent recognized. Sith warrior. Amateur stance, favors strength over skill. Recommend agile attacks.>

Nir just rolled his eyes, flicking his wrist and twirling his sword in his hand, before shifting his stance to point the tip of the blade at Varin.

"Your move, Varin."

 

[Varin Mortifer]

He watched the sword appear in his hand, resulting in a head tilt from Varin. Curious. Bogan only knows where he was storing that, probably best not to think too hard on it. He watched his movements, the way he carried himself. From the flourish of his weapon down to the eye roll.

He offered Varin the first move.

He closed his eyes for a moment, the heat pouring off his body as a stark contrast to the cold. It could be felt inside the pit and outside. The waves trailed off his body like mirage lines and he breathed deep for a moment. A slow exhale left him as he shifted his feet, dominant foot in the back and brought his fists up.

The sword was only half right. Varin had a very specialised fighting style that seemed to look sloppy. But each maneuver had tactic.

His eyes opened, a slight flare of orange in his iris before cooling back to their dark brown.

“Very well…”

His entire demeanor changed as if the air began to hold its breath in anticipation. He waited for but a moment longer, taking in Nir’s stance.

A burst of flame erupted from his back propelling him forward towards his opponent in almost a blur as he aimed to drive his fist towards his chest.

No noise left his throat yet, not a grunt nor a yell. Just eerie silence for now. Poking and prodding.

Nir Si​

 

[Makko Vyres]

MAKKO

From her pocket, she produced a small parcel and offered it to both Corazona and Makko Vyres Makko Vyres . Within lay handwoven Naboo lace infant garments, crafted with care rather than extravagance.

"A small gift, but one given with great affection. I hope you find it pleasing."

Makko set his arm around Cora's waist. As she took the gift he leaned back into her.

HHe was suddenly feeling a little overwhelmed. His own childhood had involved being neglected by parents hooked into the holonet. They had barely even fed him before sliding the electrodes back to their temples and vanishing into the net.

Cora's had been one of luxury, but always raised as a pawn for her father's ambitions.

Here were strangers, offering beautiful gifts for their unborn child. He knew there was diplomacy around it all based on her standing, but he could also feel the sense of care through the Force.

"Thank you so much," Makko whispered.

"I thought to offer the services of some of Denon's finest designers. They would be all too happy to come here to Ukatis and ensure any fashion design for you or your child meets your approval. They are only a holo away." Dominique would have the contact information sent to Cora for her to make use of at her leisure.

Any melancholy vanished at such an offer.

Makko's eyes lit up.

"Do you know that was one piece of common ground we shared when we met," he said, glancing at Corazona. He gave away something that he couldn't remember sharing before.

"We both enjoyed fashion. Different tastes. I liked the grunge techwear and she liked fabulous hand spun dresses. So by all means, please do send the contacts details my way too..."

He had been away for years, but it was impossible to miss the Denon accent. That particular draw of Southern street slang, even if he had avoided the terminology in good company for years.

"How do you find representing Denon?" he asked.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

“It’s a pleasure to meet you again, Lady von Ascania.” Her smile twisted awkwardly on the matter of her parents, “Eh-- Very busy.” She replied succinctly, “Very very busy.” After a beat, Liana remembered why they were here, “Oh-- Congratulations! On, uh, the baby.”

"Of course," Cora nodded. "I never knew your parents to be idle. Do give them my best." Back when they'd all been active in the Alliance - which truly hadn't been that long ago - Amani and Alicio had been busy juggling their positions of Jedi, Chancellor, and the Alderaanian crown. It stood that they were still doing similarly, now. "And thank you, we're quite excited to welcome our little girl." Cora's smile turned a bit tender with affection as she cradled the curve of her stomach. "Please, feel welcome to stay on Ukatis as long as you'd like."

"Perhaps I should rebrand. Supreme Chancellor does have a certain ring to it. I'll have my people float it. Public reaction would be fascinating."

"Supreme Chancellor," she repeated in an elongated murmur. One finely manicured eyebrow rose. "I suppose it has an imperial ring to it, if that's the sort of message you'd like to send."

"I congratulate you, Princess, and hope you will find inspiration from today's festivities for Ukatis and your child. As I feared you might be inundated with well-meaning gifts, however," such as a horse for a babe, not to put too find a finger on it, "I thought to offer the services of some of Denon's finest designers. They would be all too happy to come here to Ukatis and ensure any fashion design for you or your child meets your approval. They are only a holo away."

"We both enjoyed fashion. Different tastes. I liked the grunge techwear and she liked fabulous hand spun dresses. So by all means, please do send the contacts details my way too..."

When Makko leaned in to her, Cora brushed an errant dark curl back from his temple. Attention, however positive, could be a little overwhelming. Fortunately, Dominique's offer piqued her husband's interest in the most charming way. "I think we'd both love that, Senator Vexx." Cora's gaze slid from Makko to the politician. "We plan to raise her on Ukatis, but she'll still be half Denonite. I'd like her to know that."

It had been something they'd discussed before. There was an underlying current of discontent among certain Ukatian families, upset that a foreign commoner had married into old money.

Aurelian Veruna Adelle Bastiel Makko Vyres Liana Organa Sibylla Abrantes Dominique Vexx Marlon Sularen

 

[Marlon Sularen]

A_W I N T E R S_B L E S S I N G
Objective I - Lights of the Ovli Market

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
UKATIS, INNER RIM

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"I'll admit, I don't know much about the Imperial Confederation. That seems like an oversight worth correcting. We should sit down in the near future and remedy that."

The prospect of further meeting with Aurelian did intrigue Sularen very much, as he also had much to learn from the High Republic. Some insight on their cultures and values would go a long way towards maintaining a positive long-term relationship between the Confederation and the High Republic. A relationship built on mutual understanding and compromise, something he felt Director Vexx and Chancellor Veruna would support without hesitation.

"Well, I'm always down for a good chat," Sularen conceded with a thin, practiced smile. "After all, I do think there is much I can learn about the High Republic as well," he added, his tone smooth and inquisitive.

"I do like the Supreme portion of your title. It has gravitas. Perhaps I should rebrand. Supreme Chancellor does have a certain ring to it. I'll have my people float it. Public reaction would be fascinating."

Sularen chuckled a bit when Veruna toyed around with the idea of a "Supreme Chancellor". The reactions were naturally obviously reasonable given the implications that came with adding Supreme to a political title. Still he found the joke somewhat funny and still did appreciate Veruna's praise regarding the Supreme portion of Sularen's title.

"Supreme Chancellor does sound quite Imposing." Sularen further responded, already imagining how the public would react to the small title change "A title the invokes great power and responsibility to his people. Something that would suit you very well given your work with the Republic."

Tags | Corazona von Ascania | Aurelian Veruna | Adelle Bastiel | OPEN ​

 

[Aurelian Veruna]

Tags: Adelle Bastiel | Corazona von Ascania | Makko Vyres | Dominique Vexx | Sibylla Abrantes | Liana Organa | Marlon Sularen

Aurelian's mouth curved as Adelle's dry remark landed. He turned toward her, eyes bright with mischief. "The last Nabooian Supreme Chancellor," he said lightly, "was not nearly as dashing. Nor, I think it's fair to say, as good looking." The smile that followed was unapologetic and crooked, daring anyone to argue. He held her gaze a little longer, then inclined his head, conceding nothing.

He turned back to Sularen with a raised brow, amusement settling into something sharper. The admiration had not gone unnoticed. He was unashamed enough to admit he did not know what he had done to earn it, but he accepted it all the same. Aurelian's smile softened into something self aware. "Perhaps my acquaintances are correct," he said. "Maybe I am a bit full of myself. The title does seem to be overcompensating for something. Probably best if not."

His gaze stayed on Sularen, assessing now. Measuring. "I'll admit," he continued, tone casual, "I've never heard of you before today. Supreme is a bold distinction to carry so quietly." His eyes flicked briefly toward the gathered nobles, then back again. "King or Chancellor has its own gravitas. Loved by one's people. Given freely, rather than assigned to oneself." The words were smooth, almost generous, but there was no mistaking the edge beneath them.

Aurelian clasped his hands behind his back, posture relaxed, smile returning with practiced ease. "Still," he added, "titles aside, I agree. We should sit down sometime. Talk." His eyes gleamed. "I'm always curious how men come to hold the authority they do. Especially when they wear it so… insolently."

The smile widened. Friendly enough to pass in polite company. Sharp enough to cut if pressed.

He glanced once more toward Adelle, then back to Sularen, signaling the moment's end without surrendering an inch. The party continued around them, laughter and ceremony swelling back into place, but Aurelian remained still at its center, already filing the Supreme Commander away as something to be examined later.

Interesting, he decided.

Very interesting.

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[Solaina Embarri]

Solaina did not acknowledge the look he gave her. At least not intentionally.

The slight twitch of her eye as it registered was brief. A millisecond of familiarity as she kept herself from throwing words at him that he would no doubt ignore. Instead taking her seat and trying her best to simply be a fly on the wall for the meeting. She was asked for her knowledge. Which, no doubt. paled compared to the one offering them pieces to the puzzle Dominic had made. What did however catch her attention was the mention of hoping to meet someone. Running through a mental list of potential people that might also want to meet with a Sith princess with a large bounty on her head.

Which ended up being a very, very short list.

The reassuring look from Dominic missed the intended mark. A slow blink at him as she began to realize she had no true idea just how deep he had been digging a hole for himself in the time they had spent apart.

Somehow, he had been sneaking messages to this woman. Arranging and coordinating. Samples and deals. And he had intended to wrangle the chief engineer into the mess no less. Whether as a means of aiding and abetting his actions, or as a scapegoat. Which end was still a mystery, but she wasn't settled into either role.

"Samples." Her hand had enough time to scratch at her forehead before it was hidden beneath the edge of the table once more. Head tilted slightly as the world spun a little. In field examination of samples of Isotope-5. Exciting? Absolutely. It wasn't everyday a sample landed in your lap, again.

But the bigger picture was still fresh on her mind as she kept quiet and simply observed for the time being. At least until the sample was produced.

Dominic Praxon | Quinn Varanin

 

[Nir Si]

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Tag: Varin Mortifer​

Like a rocket.

That was how his opponent started this. For a moment, Nir looked to Varin seeing not the sith warrior in front of him, but a large cathar female barreling down.

He wondered if this one had learned the same style.

But, it was a style he was eerily familiar with. One he'd trained against in simulations. His own aunt. Well, ancestor. It didn't make a difference. Nir still measured up to him.

But a fist was much slower than a sword.

Nir shifted his stance, twirling to the left as he raised his blade to cut at Varin's side, as he dodged. Nir moved with a grace, a flow that kept him nimble.

 

[Varin Mortifer]

Nir evaded around his fist as he expected, opting for swiftness over brute strength. He sword came towards Varin's side and his hand caught the blade, the flesh hardened with the force, a drop of blood fell from his palm, his fingers wrapped around towards the blunt side his grip held firm.

He picked up his large boot and drove it towards Nir like a large step that he used to get closer.

He had fought opponents like this. Evading, flourishing. He hated the style. Not because it was difficult to fight but because it felt more like his opponent was half measured. Running away, instead of facing head on. It was a lot of wasted movement in his eyes.

As he stepped closer Varin moved the blade aside to open his defense, then attempted to drive his head towards the bridge of the Cathars nose.

Nir Si​

 

[Nir Si]

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Tag: Varin Mortifer​

The sith thought he was clever. Thought he could brute force his way through. Typical.

The moment Varin grabbed the blade, he felt it. The Glow of the Light. The burning, blazing light. Not a burn like holding a hand to a flame, but like staring at the sun too long.

And then, it was gone. In a puff of smoke, the blade disappeared, as Nir kept up, twirling to the left just far enough to avoid the headbutt. The dragon was taller, but he was smarter. Older. His hand spun around with his body, as an axe took the sword's place, using the height difference and thrusting of his head to aim right for his exposed neck, stopping just short.

"Gotcha." A sly, smug smirk as he stopped his axe just short of Varin's neck.

 

[Varin Mortifer]

The sword flashed brightly before it disappeared from his grip, his fingers now clenched air. The momentum of his head carried forward as Nir evaded him, but Varin was ready for that one as his now axe began to come down a quick puff escaped Varin’s hand that was extended towards him. A small spark slowly glided to him like a dying ember. Unimpressive and unassuming in lethality.

Before a loud bright crack erupted from it. The brightness and concussive force was harsh enough to blind and disorient his enemy.

Varin quickly capitalized the moment in an attempt to sweep Nirs legs to knock him prone.

“You assume too quickly.”

He spoke quietly to him as he towered over him, his eyes flared orange for the briefest of moments before returning to their brown hue. He was still holding back, he had to.

Nir Si​