Private Apartment Constellations

[Solara Gale]

Mercy Meliant Darth Carach Darth Adekos


Head tilted upward. If she squinted it was almost as if she could see a patch of real sky between the layers of concrete of Coruscant. Wait, that was just a billboard painted like the sky.

Huh.

A nice greasy-fry-oil smell wafted off her clothes. Her normal clothes. The ones she changed into after her shift. Kriff. She really missed her credchit line. If only Mom and Dad could see her now. Their prodigal daughter. Disgraced by the jedi. Hiding from the sith on a sith planet. At least she was earning credits. And these sith weren't those sith.

Letting her gaze fall back to level, she spun on her heels toward the market. Had to get some food. Folk perked up as she walked by. There was something about her that drew attention. And unfortunately it drew the attention of one Rhodian spy who had some gorram good face-recognition technology. Calls were made as Sol perused the fruit stands.

 

[Meliant]

CORUSCANT - SITH ACADEMY
IMPERIAL VESTIBULE​

Meliant looked down at the board, at the little black and gold pieces stuck in their grid-points, threatening to encircle and defeat one another. He tapped his chin thoughtfully. Some delegation or another and they had left it for him as a gift. There used to be white pieces, but he replaced them with gold ones. ​

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He always was gold.​

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"This game is shit," he declared, and dropped a couple gold pieces at random points on the map. His gaze now snapped up at the Sith Lord opposite of him. "And I'm winning anyway. Look at that."​

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This was very likely an illegal move, but to be a Sith - an actual, self-realized Sith - meant you got to make as many illegal moves as you wanted. He wondered if Mercy would notice. He wasn't even sure she liked indulging in this sort of trivial bullshit, but trivial bullshit was about 87% of the job of being an Emperor. Surely by now she knew that. If not, she would surely learn by continuing to visit him.​

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A door slid open behind him, and Meliant turned to look at the gloomy courtier standing there.​

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"What?"​

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"That greasy woman..."​

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"Found her again?"​

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He only thinned his lips and nodded. Meliant cackled.​

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"What are you telling me for? Throw a fucking bag over her head and bring her here."​

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The courtier bowed graciously and departed. Meliant returned his attentions to Mercy. "Sorry. Ordering takeout," he cackled again, "Is it my turn?"​

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He already had another brilliant, gleaming golden piece between two fingers. It seemed he would never run out. There were, perhaps, more of them in the set than black pieces.​

Mercy Solara Gale ​

 

[Mercy]

Meliant | Solara Gale

As Meliant busied himself his minion coming into the room and giving him a status report on a 'greasy woman' Mercy was studying the board.

By the time that Meliant looked back?

Half the golden pieces were somehow missing and the board was now solidly controlled by Mercy's black pieces. Meliant would easily see what happened though, because when he turned back Mercy was casually pushing another golden piece off of the board. Amber eyes calmly met the visor of the Coruscant Emperor with no trace of guilt.

"Sorry. Ordering takeout," he cackled again, "Is it my turn?"

"No, I think I just won with my last move." Eyes still holding the visor, she once again reached out to push yet another golden piece from the board, letting it clatter to the floor.

"Or maybe I won just now. Who's to say?"

She leaned back and the chair underneath her groaned in protest.

"What's this about a greasy woman? That sounds much more interesting than pretending either one of us knows how to play this game."

 

[Solara Gale]

“Two for one dewberries?” Brows shot skyward as she perused the cartons of packed fruit. Fingers dug some of the day’s wages out and deposited them in the three-fingered blue palm of the shop keep, snagging two bags and popping some of the ripe, tart fruit in her mouth.

Not bad.

There was a sudden shift of mood the empath felt. Head snapped to the side in time to see two sith troopers heading toward her.

Not this again…

Palm raised and then she felt an electric thwap in her hip. A spark of blue out of the corner of her eyes. Oh chit. A stun bolt?

That was her last thought as her body hit the duracreet of the Coruscanti streets. Her berries spreading across the pavement like bruised dark purple stars.