Private Act XIII, The Calm Before the Storm

[Lunafreya Solidor]

L O C A T I O N | The Arrogante.
T A G S | Skorne
T H E M E | Here.
V O I C E | Here.​

Time was of the essence. She always found that concept to be the most amusing thing, when you ruled over a kingdom and had yourself placed above other beings, time meant everything. It was as if trying to grasp eternity, for who was the one that could find time to do everything that needed to be done? She had servants, those that acted under her name, used her authority to enforce her will over others and ensure dominion over all things, but still, something went missing, and despite being quite indifferent over the need of those ruled by her, Lunafreya could feel her heart weighting down inside her chest. She was worried. Things were done so easily, JanFathal fell, her vengeance was taken and retribution was inflicted on those that made her suffer inside that horrible prison, the Elenna was hers, a piece of her race’s glorious past that now served as her plaything, all of the Mornedhel were now her slaves, even if they had no idea about that.

During her campaign sliding herself up the ranks of the Sith Eternal, Lunafreya was given the trust of the Worm Emperor, and now kept that trust hidden from the Dark Lord and his pathetic empress, for both had given her so much for her betrayal over the false imperials of the New Order, it was Jocelyn that appointed her as Grand Moff. A mockery of sorts, as she was quite aware of the fact that she was now Grand Moff of Nothing, an empty title with nothing to show for, except the fleet and armies tightly held under command, the dark pit that was Udûn, but that was about to change, the time had come, her conquest inside the forgotten and half desolated Sith Worlds was about to begin. Out of the Worm, Lunafreya squeezed for muscle, for her honeyed words spoke of magnificent rewards for him, and out of the Empress, she squeezed herself the resources necessary for this enterprise: Carnadine. A planet that had its place in myth and legends of the Children, where they spoke of blood-lusting daemons, horrible hounds, mighty wyverns, hoards of treasure left by them, to rust and dust through countless centuries. This was her dream, to carve her name in the past left by her forefathers and reach divinity, Carnadine was about to be known as her throneworld.

“Your Grace.”, a calm and polite voice called her, as she sat down on her throne inside the private great hall she kept aboard the Arrogante. Even with her eyes closed, Lunafreya could feel Halion Nelacar bowing down before her, the male reeked of subservient mannerism best fit to a dog, even though he prized himself for walking without making a sound, Lunafreya already knew his ways and heard him as soon as got out of the elevator, five rooms away. In a fluid jest, her eyes opened, as if the act itself was sluggish and boring, her gaze of golden eyes was directed at the male as he continued his speech. “The envoy dispatched by the Worm Emperor has arrived, should I have dinner prepared for both of you?”
“No.”, her lips muttered as her hand released her head from its grip and signaled him with two of her bony fingers. A moment took place, as Gentiana continued to play her notes on her musical instrument, the sound filled down her hall as if it was part of the place. “Bring him to me.”

 

[Tarish Galland]

LOCATION: The Arrogante
ARMAMENT: Lighstaber
WEARING: Burial Raiment
TAGS: Lunafreya Solidor​

Skorne had waited patiently post arrival to the Arrogante. A request having been made of him, or at least for his appearance after his search for a possible mentor, or at the very least for a position that fit with his battle focused skills. If he were able to find someone for both, all the better. Which was what had led to his appearance here on board the ship in question.

An intimidating vessel that was a standalone ship capable of reaping devastating effects upon a planet, or an enemy fleet attempting it's position. He had never been one for ship-board battles, finding his lack of ability aboard them a detractor in his fashion of fighting in his previous life. Best suited to the en-masse style of fighting rather than the delicate intricacies of tactic and advancement of far reaching goals.

His eyes wandered the interior of the ship, his helmet at his hip as he waited in the room well beyond. The Taozi amulet in his armor relieved of it's duty as his presence was well announced ahead of him via a compartmental pouch that lifted it's place. Something he felt would be advisable when dealing with someone as high on the power structure as a Grand Moff.

Never mind the woman holding that position.

Not much taller than her, by what little information was available on her, he had seldom little even being in the same association. Or at least part of the satellite of it. He knew to expect a pragmatic, if cutting at times, way with words. Which wasn't at all strange given their association with the Sith as a whole. But details were missing in how to approach. Details that could turn what equated to a meet and greet into something more akin to a demoralizing sending away to the farthest reaches of the galaxy.

The man returned, quiet as the void of space. Had he not been paying attention with the force enhancing his better senses, he might have entirely missed the man coming back down through the lift. Amber eyes drifted to him, mouth set in a stern and fixed bland neutrality as he nodded.

"You are expected. Come." the words were spoken at him, and a brow arched at the wording as well as the tone. The man held a certain cadence to him, someone that knew how to stain a wall with artistic precision. Carried himself with a practiced and easy grace, as though a dancer waiting for their cue. Someone he did not want to tangle with before having met the owner of this vessel.

He followed behind, keeping the man within visual sight at all times before the lift ascended and he was deposited inside a great hall. The doors opened, his own presence not hidden still yet as he caught the sounds of an instrument playing. Failing to sense anyone else besides the woman to the end, and the breathing of the one beside him, he wondered quietly as to the source.

His entrance to the room through the hallway gave him an answer as he spied another being in the room. Playing an instrument with equal precision and grace, but with an inhuman fluidity that suggested something other.

His eyes passed the instrument player by, affixing themselves on his reason for being here. Brief instructions had been given to him, a matter of address and respect given his incredibly low position within the system. He took a knee and placed his helmet before him on the floor. His motions followed practical moves rather than gracious sweeping motions. His tone was respectful, but not begging.

A warrior before a commander.

"Grand Moff, I am the envoy. I await your instructions." He wanted to speak freely, but audacity never seemed to mix well in first meetings more often than not. Instead, the scars on his left cheek flared softly with dark energy as he absorbed feel of the area. He was by no means the greatest warrior among the sith, but he was available for duty, and severely lacking in purpose.

He had hoped this would put a quick end to that problem.

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

L O C A T I O N | Aboard the Arrogante.
T A G S | Skorne
T H E M E | Here.
V O I C E | Here.
G E A R | Staff.​

Without moving a muscle on top of her throne, Lunafreya observed with expressionless eyes as the newcomer glided his way inside her master chamber. Someone less gifted on the arts of perception could easily mistake her with a statue, with that white-silver hair, that unspotted milky skin, without ever moving or giving up any expression in that poorly lighten chamber they found themselves in. Were it not for her gaze, those two violet orbs of hers, tightly kept that manner through magic, ever watching and ever sharp. With a liquid natural heathendom, her relaxed arm moved from its place unlocking her chin as it made its way back at her chair, comfortably resting there as she briefly exchanged a glance with Nelacar, understandable only to him, before returning her gaze at the newcomer’s direction, curiously amused on the flashing tones that gleamed on his cheeks, but more so for the genuine refinement of his manners. Behind him the butler, cunning as he was a hellish doorman, leaned over the humanoid’s shoulder, almost rustling at his ear.
“The Duchess is most pleased to have you with us.”, he stood upright once again, making with his hand a minimal gesture in his direction, signalizing for him to stand upright again. Nelacar went on taking three steps closer to the small stairway that elevated her throne, bowing in submission and declaring with a calm tone of voice. “Your Grace, I take my leave.” Without any response from her, Nelacar harshly nodded with his head towards her silence, turning his back at her throne and making a calm pace towards the exit of the chamber, each of his steps echoed in the air she noticed. When he left, they were both almost entirely alone, as Nithral raised his head from Lunafreya’s lap, focusing his gaze at the human, snarling in a rusty low menacing tone.

A sickly silence befell the room, her gaze was kept in the newcomer. The Solidor took advantage of that and groomed her time before deciding how to proceed, deciding to speak with a crystal clear voice, of such beauty that would shame the greatest nymph in this galaxy.
“So that repulsive monster has finally decided to intervene with my affairs. I can assume by that goofy expression in what you call face that they forgot to mention how much I despise humans?”, a very brief smile appeared on the left corner of her lip as she said that, disappearing almost as if it never existed. “No matter. You will learn, they always do.” On her long years walking through this plane of existence on her original body, Lunafreya worked with humans just enough times that she could count it with a single hand, and even that never worked well for them. “However... I feel something most unusual coming from you.”, said that the arm that rested on the throne raised a single finger from its position as her index crimson nail, sharp enough to cut a wookie’s throat, tapped twice against the metallic surface on her seat, echoing the sound out loud.

Out of the shadows, two gleaming red eyes made themselves visible. Followed by the sound of steps, loud metallic steps, took din as he came out of the dark corner he stood. A black, well-polished giant encased in metal, this obvious android had something menacing expired by him as if he was not like the others, for Ecliptor was not bound by the same limitations his peers were, he was sentient, almost too sentient, and completely devoted to his Mistress, the rebellious child of House Solidor of Hellin Prime. For this was the way of Lunafreya, as she ravaged the galaxy, so too she learned how to draw monsters ever closer to her dark twisted heart.
“Are you human? No... You are something else, aren’t you?”, the noise of sniffling took sound as Nithral moved his nostrils while on her lap, curious as the riddle laid bare before his mistress could be answered by her. “I can smell the death coming from thine soul... Yes... It takes a monster to know one.”, that last sentence had some sort of amusement in it as if the idea of this riddling made her dull day be given some light of entertainment fit to her noble self. Snapping that harsh golden nail on the chair’s arm again, the black android quickly drew the blade on his waist out of its leathery sheet taking a step forward, awaiting quietly for the answer to his soundless hurdle. Both of Lunafreya’s hands hurled against the other, making a single loud echoed clap to fill the empty spaces in the room as she pronounced with that thick accent of hers. “Musica.” And out of somewhere in the dark, Gentiana started to play her baliset in a melodious tune dedicated to Lunafreya, Mistress of the Night.

 

[Tarish Galland]

LOCATION: The Arrogante
ARMAMENT: Lighstaber
WEARING: Burial Raiment
TAGS: Lunafreya Solidor​

He resisted the urge to clear his throat when the man spoke in his ear. Muscles had tightened and his instinct to fight had prickled, remembering the creeping feeling of something dangerous even through the cleansing manner death wielded on the mind and body. Nerves playing against him in this moment as the signal to stand was received. Taking the helmet up once more, he kept it at his hip. A small creature made itself known with its dislike for him apparent in it's snarl.

There was a dominating silence that followed the man's departure and the lap beasts' displeasure. One that he dared not interrupt without prompting.

"There was no mention of your distaste for them." He admitted with a forced smile at her observation. Astounding that they would fail to mention that little detail. Then again, it seemed to the day for the small details. The amendment to her first statement did get a wider smile from him. The glow across his face fed off the dark energy of the place as it flickered brightly behind his teeth.

His time had come and gone, and dark magic had returned him from the grave. Once a Jedi, but no more with their tricks and lies exposed in his memories. He was indeed a monster in their eyes at least. Perhaps in the eyes of most common things that littered the galaxy.

There was no prompt for him to speak still, and her simple action had summoned something. Not living by his senses, but the pair of glowing eyes did focus his attention. Seemed the meet and greet was over while quickly moving into the testing phase. Or she was already tired of his presence as the droid came into better sight.

Either way, he donned the helmet as the droid made it’s summons. The Lady made her last wish known before she became silent as the grave. Music played, that ghostly player making themselves known as the sound washed through the room.

The knuckles of his gauntlets sang their metallic song as he smacked them together with an excited snarl. He stepped closer, hand taking his saber from his side. A strange feeling sank into his skin as he felt a disconnect, no. Not a disconnect, not exactly.

His eyes wandered over the sword the droid brought forth before looking over the wielder. Hard to place where the disturbance was coming from, but it was there. His free hand flexed, open and closed as he tried to concentrate on the dark energy that usually ran free around and through him.

It stuttered and bled into him, like a pinched vein. He’d have to be mindful of this one.

Wondering what other tricks the droid could hold, he threw caution to the wind, opening with steps that would push him in close to the droids attack area. He would activate the electric shield in his suit preemptive to being within grappling range, the lightsaber hand tapping the point as he pushed close. Trying to close the distance and lessen the variable swings it could perform. Then again, it wasn’t as restricted as living beings were in that regard, so it could have been a foolish move.

His first attack was not with a lightsaber, but rather his hands. Attempting a punch to the forearm of the thing, trying to feel the design of the armor. His eyes were on the weapon it wielded, but also taking in what he could see of the droid’s build. It looked, and felt like a tank.

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

L O C A T I O N | Aboard the Arrogante.
T A G S | Skorne
T H E M E | Here.
V O I C E | Here¹, here², here³.
G E A R | Staff.​

A watchful protector. That was the cornerstone embedded inside the making of Ecliptor’s head, along with countless other fancy nuances add by Automatron’s chief engineers that so elegantly enjoyed reminding her how expensive that machine was, it cost more in its making than the entire wealth of some planets in the galaxy. Lunafreya enjoyed keeping him around for the amount of trust it could be placed upon his shoulders, he was loyal to the fold and never had anything to say about her orders, no matter how immoral they were. Out of a shadowy perch, something made itself known to all present, it dressed on fancy crimson robes carved with gemstones and jewelry, to hide the stench of poison that exhaled from within, the avian creature muttered a shrill note of deep thought, a sound that echoed inside her chamber as Silifant so soundlessly approached her throne.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmm...”, both of his eyes were locked on the incoming fight, curious to see where it would lead to. No one inside this vessel knew her grace’s thoughts better than he, others would call him Silifant the Sycophant, but best known as Master Chatelain, Lunafreya’s Steward.

A loud, single acute note bewildered even the melody that was played in the room for a moment. Enough to bring brief irritable expressions to the faces of all the aliens within the vicinity, all were members of stocks famed for its sensitive hearing characteristics that were struck with discomfort on their tympanums by that. The silent dark knight was not moved by it, nor did he moved as the punch struck by his opponent found its mark against his forearm, almost immediately he decided to take action as a small compartment where his mouth would be appeared to open, revealing a small black barrel from where a concentrated wave of its sonic emitter was unleashed, not charged with enough power to bring about its most cruel molecular-disintegrating consequences, but enough to push his foe elsewhere, or even to stun him dared he keep his ground from he so bravely stood. Distorted by the sonic emitter, the wave produced a single understandable word.
”Mediocre!”, he said as his arm holding the sword came with the full might of his brute strength, a single clean slash to the other side of his body, the air around the blade was being heated, the dark of the blade changed into glowing blazing metal as it was meant to withstand its lightsaber’s strikes. The machine had been slowly seasoned on fighting force users, Bastion and Ossus were proofs of that, while both of his armor’s pauldrons slithered upwards firing two barbed spikes from the inner launchers coupled inside him.

The first and most formidable of his kind, that was the promise made to Lunafreya by its creators. Ecliptor did not go unwanted, his stance proved that fact quite well to all those that underestimated the fact that he was a machine, only to be cut in a fiery rage by his cursed blade. Yet, his task was to maim this time, not to kill, a single gesture from her fingers and he showed perfect understanding of that to his Mistress, however, even for a mechanical brain, Ecliptor knew there was something odd in that human, the entirety of the complex calculations of his brains told him that, they warned him to be aware of his future actions, but little had they warned him on the small cracks that appeared over his vambraces after taking that blow. Perceptive only to the keen eyes of a smaller creature, comfortably resting over a tyrant’s lap, Nithral’s gleamed with malice for a moment as he raised his long neck to gaze upon his owner, hissing small intelligible tunes to her giving her insight of what he saw, bringing a cunning smile to the utmost corner of her painted sinful lips.

 

[Tarish Galland]

LOCATION: The Arrogante
ARMAMENT: Lighstaber
WEARING: Burial Raiment
TAGS: Lunafreya Solidor​

He'd trained with countless peers and masters in a previous life. Had traded countless punches, kicks, throws, and bar fight tactics with glee against innumerable amounts of partners. None of it compared in the heat of the moment between himself and this purpose built droid. Even the sounds around him drowned out in the moment, his focus driven solely on the opponent to his front. His balled fist had landed, causing a shrill sound that his helmet dampened before a sound from his opponent caught his attention.

Unsure of exactly what was being produced, he didn't wait long enough to find the source. Sonic vibrations had his teeth chattering even through the suit as the arm came down with alarming speed. He supped from the distorted presence of the force, the blade scraping and tearing at the flex-armor plating along his back as he was propelled faster into his roll to escape the sonic and blade attack.

His nerves sang with warning, the lightsaber igniting briefly as he spotted the barbed spikes mid roll. A swirl of the blade severed the end of one spike off along with it's cable, and the cable of the other though the barbed device managed to slip past the haphazard counter-attack and punch into his armor. The sting of it produced a sharp fiery sensation along his shoulders, and his anger rose to meet the pain as the lightsaber went dark once more.

He finished the roll, half crouched and nearly two meters from the droid now. His thoughts flickered back to the punch, being allowed a moment to process the feeling finally while reaching to remove the spike in his shoulder. The metal beneath had not broke beneath his gauntlet, but he'd felt something shift. Or that might have been a hopeful thought. A sharp hiss of air came as the spike was removed, his wandering eyes masked behind the helmet as he pondered his next strike.

"I'm getting warmed up. Haven't had to try in a while."

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

L O C A T I O N | Aboard the Arrogante.
T A G S | Skorne
T H E M E | Here.
V O I C E | Here.​

Out of the emotionless mask which was his helmet, Ecliptor’s voice was projected with a heavy note, bathed in such honest tone that it offered an outline of how impossible it was for it to lie on its own emotions, for Ecliptor his sincerity was everything, for without that, how truthfully a machine could ever hope of becoming understood by those of organic thought?.
“Thou has bravery prowling in thine heart.”, both wires of his spikes were pulled back, twitching in the air back inside the machine, as both of its pauldrons slammed down closing the gap from which they came from. His arm hurled in the air bringing about a shrill note from his sword endowed with blazing metal, already starting to steam vapor into the cold air inside the room. “What is thy name, stranger?”

The question lingered in the air for a moment. As it passed, the machine slammed his arm that held the sword against his chest, evoking a bashing metallic blast, as the sword remained pointed up, and he cared enough as to present itself with valor and such strength in his determination that it could shy the bravest souls in this galaxy.
“I am Ecliptor! Protector to Her Grace, the Princess Lunafreya van Solidor. It is my honor to face you in this duel.”, he went as far as bowing his upper body in a very polite reverence to his foe at the mention of his Mistress. As he stood upright once again, Ecliptor assumed a fighting stance much like his opponent and declared at last. “May thine blade endure sharp.”, a pearl of the nigh-infinite sayings of Lunafreya’s kind, something harsh that meant best wishes of luck before a decisive moment. The dark knight’s left foot pierced the floor as it pushed his body forward, as both legs did the same, pushing the machine closer to his foe, devouring the space between them at each pace.

Out of his left his blade was coming, bathed in furious wrath, its blazing metal sang as Ecliptor intended to cut a single singular blow all the way to the right. His calculations predicted a 55% chance of his foe dodging that to the back, made he any attempts of sparing his blow the machine as 35% of it suggested, he would lock on his blade and bring the full fury of his right leg against him. If not, Ecliptor would renew bringing his blade back to the right in the same manner, stopping halfway to thrust forward. Humans were complicated creatures, you never knew what could be expected of them as they were always attempting to perform dirty tricks to give them an advantage against their marks.

 

[Tarish Galland]

LOCATION: The Arrogante
ARMAMENT: Lighstaber
WEARING: Burial Raiment
TAGS: Lunafreya Solidor​

There was a flicker of a smile at the droids compliment. A strange thing to recognize in the moment he supposed, but also was perhaps part of what intrigued him about the whole situation. Sparring with a war droid before his new master. Another who he could not readily sense. He sensed another presence but didn't dare to break his focus on the droid.

There was an uneasy calm as he was asked his name, his smile spreading at the thought of being asked by a droid when others had spared little attention to such a thing.

"Skorne. Well met Ecliptor. Though some would call it stupidity rather than bravery. The two usually go hand in hand depending on where you stand to see it." He shrugged, feeling the tightness of his muscles as the force continued to struggle around him in the presence of those disruptive devices.

The droid prepared to strike again with the man preparing as best he could before the movement came. His eyes were wide as the blade came from the left side. His lightsaber was brought up in preparation for the blade as he pondered for a moment how to move forward.

The limited connection to the force was playing havoc on his speed. What once would have been a few seconds worth of anticipated movements using force speed became an instinctual reaction as the lightsaber ignited briefly again, making contact with the blade before sputtering against the contact.

Feth. His mind sang, dropping the now useless hilt with a small toss backwards as the right songsteel gauntlet slapped the blade skyward. The movement giving him the leverage to push himself to the floor before a leg came up to catch him in the reaction to the move.

His left fist flexed briefly, catching the leg in the chest with a whoosh of breath coming from the impact as his right arm wrapped around the leg. The left fist had bunched together, struggling to gather more than physical force before striking the inner thigh of the offending leg. The hint of the force was behind his punches, severely muted in the presence of the force nullifying materials.

The droid had him at a disadvantage, even with his repeated strikes to the droids leg.

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

L O C A T I O N | Aboard the Arrogante.
T A G S | Skorne
T H E M E | Here.
V O I C E | Here¹, here²​

The music was being played louder than she normally enjoyed, Lunafreya noticed, perhaps Gentiana was a bit too excited about the brawling happening on the level below to remember to have an inch of lightness over her heavy fingers. Both scenarios were more than a bit unsettling for her long pointy ears, but her eyes were too focused on the two beneath her throne to even think about causing anything just yet to halt their moves. It felt to her as if they were dancing solely with the purpose of amusing her boredom among the dark void of space as they roamed their way through the stars, all set to bring about a new order towards a paradisiacal new land. Her thoughts as if they were indeed succeeding in saving her noble self from boredom were yet unknown, although the creatures around her, those ruthless aliens, had some opinions on the matter, Silifant could almost whisper her thoughts at her side, he knew what was going down in this place, for who among all the creatures aboard that ship knew the heart of a goddess better than he?

Lunafreya van Solidor was curious. And the Gods of her kin knew how many decades or centuries had it been ever since that happened last. Ecliptor on the other hand was not even close to being curious, intrigued as to his abilities no doubt, but now that sophisticated piece of machinery was feeling vexed. A rustling soaring howl came from his speakers, a dreadful sound bathed with such organic wroth that it was almost too human for his own taste, this was not within his complicated calculations, for who would be foolish enough to grab a metal bar hurling in the air against them? Apparently the madmen in front of his sensors, and unfortunately for him, Ecliptor was incapable of feeling any real pain, but he felt distressed and the alerts inside his own programming warned him of the constant striking against his extension, it was odd how the creature almost instinctively knew which area of his body would be susceptible of continuous external damage. Perhaps this was informed to his own programming through what the others called ‘the Force’.
“Bamboozle!”, his speakers howled towards him, as the arm holding onto the blade sank its tip on the ground in search of balance for his tremendous weight. As he hurled his other arm towards his opponent, Ecliptor’s vambraces expanded no more than an inch in all its directions, unveiling the small gaps of his gatling gauntlet.

From above the field in which they entwined themselves, a single suffocated note graced the air in the room, as it was almost completely overwhelmed by the sound of the music playing. On the side of her throne, visible only to those at the same level as she was, a red light began to blink faintly over somewhere discreet, as if trying to draw her attention.
“That will be enough.”, Lunafreya’s lips mumbled as she remained sat on her throne. At her side, her Master Chamberlain turned his long head in her direction, grumbling through his beak-like lips.
“Enough?”, he inquired to make sure as to what he had heard, which Lunafreya replied by simply moving her violet sharp eyes to face towards his own pale green ones. The Chamberlain remade his proud composture and raised his hand in front of his mouth placing his index claw in front of his face, making a long soft swishing sound in the hall, something immediately understandable to Gentiana, as she immensely lowered the volume of the music as nothing but fading notes. Ecliptor kept in his position but refrained himself from unleashing his gatling gauntlets over his foe, waiting for him to do the same. As the time for that passed, as if waiting for no one, Lunafreya leaned slothfully on her seat, filling her hall with the sound she enjoyed most in this galaxy; her own.
"A most outstanding presentation of intrepidity.", although one would fail to see as to whom exactly was she commending, or if she was truly doing it so. The moment that followed was taken by the ruminating of her own thoughts, as the malicious intents of her wicked plots made themselves explicit to the skillful whipping of her silver tongue. "Let us discuss more of this over supper this eventide, envoy. My Chamberlain...", she called him out loud without even bothering to turn her head as to look at him, for her peer promptly placed himself in front of where she sat, allotting himself to stand before her fair gaze. "Escort our newcomer to the Medical Bay to patch up his wounds, and do find him proper garments to wear as accommodations for his rest. We wouldn't our... guest mopping at my table over that, would we?"
Without a moment to spare, Silifant humbly bowed his long body in front of her seat, promptly declaring in a faithful tone.
"Royal Madam, thy will is my command.", he turned his back at her after that, sliding his way down the twenty steps of her scaffold, at Skorne's direction.

 

[Tarish Galland]

LOCATION: The Arrogante
ARMAMENT: Lighstaber
WEARING: Burial Raiment
TAGS: Lunafreya Solidor​

The whole moment seemed to last forever as he felt the droid move to catch itself. His strikes seemed ineffectual, and he was still at a loss to what the terms of the test were as he felt the droid right itself and swing an arm towards him.

Letting go of the leg, he dropped to the ground in time to receive the blast of sonic energy once more, his head rang as his legs tried to catch him in the midst of the attack. One caught, propelling him slightly from beneath the droid as he opened his eyes to see the arm open up.

"Well feth." Not the most enticing final words to a fight he imagined. A voice called for the match to end. Garbled slightly in his helmet as he felt the cold of the floor begin to seep through his exposed back.

His head tilted to the side enough to spy the throne. The mistress was descending as he righted himself, taking a knee for the moment. Not out of devotion, but to regain his balance. The ringing was slow to fade, but had been sufficient to disorient him to be unsure on his feet.

The order was given to tend to him, and fetch him fresh garments. A curious raise of his brow behind the helmet as he took a steadying breath and glanced to the droid.

"You are tough one to crack." he muttered, wondering if he would ever see the droid fight against others to its full extent. He wouldn't kid himself into thinking it had been giving it its all. This was a test, and while he wasn't to be killed, the notion of the droid being fully committed stung a little.

He rose when the chamberlain approached, following only after giving a bow to Lunafreya. He would follow the bird like being without question, the force being used to collect the saber he had discarded when out of range of the droid before leaving the hall.

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

L O C A T I O N | Aboard the Arrogante.
T A G S | Skorne
T H E M E | Here.
V O I C E | Here.
​

His composture renewed itself with haste as they were finally separated. The machine sank its recently free leg into the floor, echoing a single deafening note that could be curiously noted to have attributed itself as the final note of Gentiana’s tune, Lunafreya noted, and perhaps perceiving the same, Gentiana gave it by quickly changing the next act into something calmer and smoother to the ears. As for Ecliptor, her hurled his entire mechanical body into body directions towards the throne, falling on his own knee towards the order commanded by his Mistress. He remained that way until it was gestured for him to stand back up, in silence he remained at the alien’s side, waiting for them to leave to recall his own opinions towards the worshipped one.

However, the ‘ERROR’ warning, prompted itself to appear as a warning message inside his processing programs, as the creature by his side directed his own words at him. This was, as the message noted, what organic beings referred to as sarcasm, one of its most powerful forms of expressing many of their actions. Aware of that, the android quickly chose an appropriate response and raised one of his arms little more than upper his waist as for him to pay it some attention, most especially a little down the center of his forearm metallic surface where a clear crack in his armor could be seen where his opponent had struck him first.
“Not entirely.”, his vocal speakers finally replied in his own language, nodding with his own head on an uncertain revelation of whatever it meant for him to do that. Ecliptor turned his head the other way, ceasing to make eye contact with him anymore for the day. He seized his opportunity to do it so when the Chamberlain got closer, with that sly smile on the corners of his beak lips, his eyes ran eagerly through both of them, studying the situation as it was, not as it should have been.

Passing Skorne’s place by, Silifant continued to drag his feet across the floor, all the way to both large doors from which he had come. But, instead of going to the left from where he came, he turned his large long neck to the left and cared not for slowing down his pace, but simply kept going, and he had already placed quite the distance between him and the room they were, and simply rose his head in the air questioning him with that subservient voice of his, as if there was any truth in that.
“Skorne, yes?”, his lips asked trying to make sure that this was indeed his name. “From where does Envoy come?”, the question was asked without having any desire to look at him, but instead keep his own intentions to his own dark self as he waited. The corridors in front of them were all the same, long, damp, and poorly lighten, nothing too unusual for a ship as large as that one, sometimes they would pass by some guards on duties, usually, on pairs, they would nod harshly with their heads at the Chamberlain, that did not respond to them, instead, he kept dragging his body forward.
"Hummm...", his throat resonated with that dragged whimpering sound. "Heard we have many disturbing things regarding the Old Empire and their squabble with the Human Imperials."

 

[Tarish Galland]

LOCATION: The Arrogante
ARMAMENT: Lighstaber
WEARING: Burial Raiment
TAGS: Lunafreya Solidor​

He was led out, through winding corridors that he hoped he would never be abandoned in for longer than a moment. He'd have to make his own doors to escape through. And that would involve time, patience, and a lot of compensation for such an error in judgment to fall behind a guide.

He kept close to the one leading the way.

"Skorne is correct." He answered with a finality to his tone. That was the title he had assumed upon his resurrection, and he wasn't about to abandon it now. The being held little regard for him it seemed, barely caring for his answers unless that was just how this one was.

"Everywhere and no-where. My existence is of little importance beyond an assignment. Where I have been, come from, and am going hold as much value as a spent power cell." He answered politely though firmly. He existed to be a thorn in an enemies side. Beyond that, he was simply a dead man walking. Working to earn his share and exist for another day before the force dragged him back for a final slumber.

"Humans fight over everything and nothing. Glory and titles for genocide regardless of who suffers. In the end we are all just violent apes hellbent on being the last one standing." A self depricating view but one that rang true regardless. Whatever title or rank one held, it seemed the vast majority of the galaxy wanted nothing more than senseless death of one another to prove themselves the most righteous existence.

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

L O C A T I O N | Aboard the Arrogante.
T A G S | Skorne
T H E M E | Here.
V O I C E | Here¹, here². ​

“MMMMMMMMmmmm... How dutiful of you, Skorne.” Silifant so eagerly remarked at the male’s comments regarding himself. His tone was of such impeccable sincerity that very few in this vessel would actually realize how sarcastic he was actually trying not to be, Chamberlain had different beliefs as to one’s identity than Skorne, to the likes of himself and his Mistress, the past meant everything for it dictated the lanes which the future was paved. Perhaps it was that infernal Wilhelm Shakespeare that said, ‘He who controls the past controls the future.', Silifant had the harsh and twisted will of his Mistress, and although they lacked an inch of respect for others, her trusted servant shared her love of history and tales of bloody conflicts, Chamberlain enjoyed using them to reshape the present, to scatter his whispers among the others and control them through ruthlessness and cunning. As they reached their destination, a smile easily poured on the corners of Silifant’s lips, as he whispered in cruelty. “But indeed we can all agree...”, he said, turning his head to face his companion with those malicious glowing eyes of his. “We all can be so violent.”, his gaze remained on Skorne’s face for a moment way longer than what it was deemed proper, as his left arm rose from his pompous robes, using the tip of his sharp talon to press the doors button into the opening. “This way...”, he showed him inside, whispering at him. “I will return shortly to fetch you into chambers.”

As the loud noises of metal tools bashing on the floor were heard, Silifant’s face wrinkled into an upset frown, still maliciously smiling as he tossed his head to the left, sliding his way away from the entrance. The room was well lit, it was a medical bay of sorts, with peculiar creatures floating inside bacta tanks, bloody tools here and there, strange devices and computers displaying a series of equations as two medical droids watched carefully what was happening. Out of the back of the same room, the growling sounds of a being came, as a furry, hairy little thing rose from the back, cleaning one of his hands on a white rag, as the cybereye on the side of his head expanded on his face to analyze the newcomer, before opening his mouth and howling in anger.
“Now who in the name of the Occuria’s tits would you be? The barracks are a long way from here, boy!”, he kept walking towards his direction as the implants on the back of his head flashed with many different shades of blue, which his lips promptly placed into words. “Wait... wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Just wait.”, as he approached, he spoke slowly, very slowly, as if he was speaking to a demented Hutt baby. “Are you the newcomer? Yes? Yes!”, Trian concluded, slamming his mechanical claw on the palm of his other hand, rejoicing on his own conclusion. “Very nice meeting ya, lad. I am Doctor Trian Aeducan and that itself should bring a smile into that face of yours.” Trian said, nodding his head agreeing with his own speech. “Were they cruller, they would have taken you to Tekfiant. That pod squeezer would have probably drained your guts into mush!”, he laughed, a single note of amusement that he immediately abandoned, turning his back and rushing towards one of the floating seats inside, showing the newcomer the medical table in front of him. “Now, would you may be a lamb as to remove some pieces of your armor and lay back on that table?", after yet another moment of silence passed, Trian asked turning back to face him. "Who was the one that brought you in here? The guards? Or that monster Diabolico has returned already?"