Location: Landing with the
Giggledust
Wielding: 5
Glitter Bullets, 12 Czerka Knives
Wearing:
Cape,
combat boots, jeans, pink t-shirt
Allies: [member="Minerva Vessia"] [member="Bundori "][member="Gerwald Lechner"]
Enemies: [member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Rex Taff"] [member="Ambrose Mantis"] [member="Skosk Fett"]
Others: [member="Petra Cavataio"] [member="Celestine deWinter"] [member="Tobias Dib"]
Locals: [member="Kade Kol-Rekali"][member="Falcon Rekali"] [member="Ember Rekali"]
OOC Note - the conversation between Kat and Scherezde was RP'd out on Discord and brought here with her full consent.
They were close to landing now. Scherezade was practically bouncing in her seat, her knives ready to be drawn. She had to actively work on getting his excitement levels to go down or she was going to kill first ask questions never, and that in turn would cause a diplomatic clusterkrak that they all wanted to avoid. The mission, self-imposed as it was, was simply. And she couldn't screw it up right off the bat for herself. She could screw things up later if there was no other choice.
She'd just been about to get up and run a lap on her ship when the Giggledust was hailed. Scherezade blinked. Katrine? Now? Right now?
Scherezade hit the buttons.
"Hey Kat!" she greeted the woman who was her friend, who had freed her from a five centuries long imprisonment, and was teaching her in the ways of the Ryloth Witches, who were very different in more aspects than one from the Dathomiri ones.
"Where are you going?" came Katrine's voice.
"Uhm...," Scherezade collected her thoughts for half a beat, trying not to give Katrine a reason to worry,
"Kinda in the middle of landing on Dathomir right now. Singing Mountain Clan territory."
"....Why?"
"Got a few spiders and pounds of silk to grab, kill some weak Spider Clan witches in order to make the Witches stronger as a whole, thereby hopefully making them stronger and better and more capable of standing up to the Mandalorians without inciting a diplomatic clusterfrack. How's your day?"
"It's fine.... don't distract me with a question. What were you thinking? You can't just walk into Singing Mountain territory and expect cookies!" Cookies? Cookies sounded lovely! Scherezade usually wasn't into sweets, but today was going to be a day full of battle, she was going to need her empty carbs when it was done.
"Okay. If you're going in.... tell them you're my Ward. But don't forget to say Van-Derveld Hawk when you give them my name.... actually, tell them to tell Satara. That's my Nona. Not a lot of them know who I am so might not mean squat to them." Scherezade contemplated on the words, the few moments giving Katrine time to talk again.
"They're not gonna be thrilled. It's their territory. But I mean, if you're going after the Spider Clan, explain to them what you're doing... maybe skip the bit about them being weak and all that. Just tell them you're there to kill the Spider Clan 'cos they suck. Yeah. They can't stand the Spider clan, that might help you."
"What do you mean no cookies?! My mother and grandmother and a cousin or aunt or few have ties here! Are Dathomiri cookies any good? Anyway, I'm not expecting a red carpet, Kat. But thanks, I'll tell them. I have no war with any of the other Clans unless they try to stop me. Got all my knives with me in case that happens."
Kat went quiet on the other end. Scherezade poke the controls, wondering if the connection had been lost. There was supposed to be some weird white noise when that happened, wasn't there? She wasn't the greatest of pilots or of control board people. She was kind of bad at it. Autopilot was the greatest gift technology had given her.
"Witches don't do red carpets," there she was!
"And no, they don't greet with cookies but they make great ones. Just don't ask about the ingredients, some of them are a little off, though if you don't know, you might like them.... I made the mistake of asking, as I do... ANYWAY! Yeah, they're a little iffy on strangers entering their territory. Having the karking Spider Clan live in OUR mountain doesn't help things. But you gotta tell them who you are 'cos stranger." It was new, to hear Katrine speak like this. Usually when she said us, our, it was all about the Mandragora. Come to think of it, Scherezade couldn't remember really discussing the Dathomiri Witches with her in the past.
"You're family. But they gotta know that. And they're still gonna look at you funny until Nona says it's okay. It's kinda complicated. I wasn't born yet, they don't really know me. In fact, you might have a better chance because they don't. The Witches don't really like me in the future. But Nona puts all strangers who aren't a threat to the clan under her protection and as my ward, she'll call you family. Just don't insult their rancors. And don't look at their men. I mean, ask Nona if you're curious. They wear shirts so you can't always see who's claimed. And... and... I don't know what else to tell you. Just be careful. Don't die. Or you will never hear the end of it, I swear." Scherezade was truly touched. Ever since Katrine had freed her from the pebble, the young Sithling had thrown herself time after time into danger, danced away from death after being a hair's width away from it, and bounced back. But this was the first time Katrine voiced concern for her actions. If Katrine had been on the Giggledust, Scherezade would've broken her no touching rule and given her a huge hug.
"Tell Nona to pack you some of her green cookies for me."
Wait, Nona?!
"Wait, I'm gonna get to meet your grandma?!"
"No, my grandma is dead."
"Nona," Scherezade corrected herself.
"My Nona is dead. She was killed in a Spiderclan attack with Nono when my Mother was little. This Nona is my great great grandmother."
"'I am the Ward of Katrine Van-Derveld Hawk and I come expecting green cookies, with a few in a box to bring back to her. I'm also here to weed out some of your Spider Clan.'", Scherezade tested the words o her tongue,
"Got it. Remind me to ask you why they don't like you in the future. They sound like an awesome bunch, except for the Mandalorian blight thing."
"No, no. Say 'Ask your Clan mother about it, she'll know about her.' They'll say 'never heard of her', 'cause they're the biggest liars... okay, not liars but still. They know Mother claimed Father but still."
"And the Clan's Mother's name is Satara. Got it." Scherezade stared out through the front. A few more seconds and they'd finish the landing sequence. On top of that, she could already tell that people were moving about. She didn't even have to spread out with the Force in order to understand that. Worlds with a high percent of Force Users always had that weird effect.
"Okay Kat, we're about to finish landing and I can sense movement nearby. Need to go. I'll bring you your cookies and some silk. Also, if I die, you need to help Gerwald kill my grandma. I'm gonna haunt you forever until she's dead. Okay, love you, byebye!"
"You'll haunt me anywa--" Scherezade cut the communication and the Giggledust had finished lading.
Gerwald entered the cockpit, and her face lit up with a smile almost immediately. She nodded to him as she rose from her seat, noting the armor he had. In the beginning, he had been the one to learn much from her. Soon though, she knew, things would come to a change. For one thing, she'd been planning on asking for training in armor. She'd never done that, and the scars that decorated her five months old body were a painful show and tell to that. The two made their way down, to where Minerva and Bundori were. She knew Minerva was a Dathomirian, but she hadn't asked her too much about her past. Of Bundori, she knew less. She made a mental note to get to know the two girls better on their trip back to Confederacy space. They were the only two to volunteer to join this mission without having a previous connection or relationship with her, and that alone put them a step up above most people the young Sithling knew.
"Okay everyone," Scherezade with a huge grin, the excitement flashing in her eyes,
"we're landed, we're about to leave. Follow my lead, I've been instructed on what to say and do before we reach the Spider Clan territory. Please don't try to stab, maim, or kill anyone that does not belong to the Spider Clan. We're not officially here so don't mention we're Confederacy unless you're being tortured. And don't mention the Confederacy even if you are, we're not technically supposed to provoke the filthy Mandalorians, even if they're better with heads on spikes." That covered... Almost everything.
"One last thing," she added. She might not have been Dathomiri, but she knew more about Dathomiri history and culture than most people she knew, and not everyone who was outside of the Mandragora knew the importance of certain things,
"anyone even look wrong at a rancor, I'll cut your head off myself. We get in, talk a little bit with locals, kill a little bit of other locals, and fill the ship up with spider silk for the masses. Other than that it's a free party, so have fun!"
And with that, the merry group left the Giggledust.
Other people were moving on the planet, she knew. A small group of Singing Mountain Clan were already gathered near the Giggledust when they exited, the Dathomiri air egulfting them. It had a vastly different smell than Ryloth or other planets she'd been on. Almost sweeter. She loved it.
"I am Scherezade deWinter, Princess of Endelaan, daughter to Nessarose deWinter, granddaughter to Shery deWinter,
Ward of Katrine Van-Derveld Hawk," Scherezade announced herself, getting the words right. Or so she hoped. It had been centuries since her mother or grandmother were here, but hopefully the bit of namedropping would make things easier as both Shery and Nessarose had tight ties to Dathomir through several of their different leaders. Force, she loathed the name dropping thing.
"Katrine Van-Derveld Hawk would love it if her Nona could send her a box of green Dathomiri cookies. Aside for that, I am here to make you stronger."
"We do not know a Van-Derveld Hawk, nor any of the other names you have mentioned," said one from the group,
"you are a stranger here. You do not belong. Leave us."
Scherezade grinned. Thank the Force Katrine had give her a walk through of what to expect.
"Liar," she answered,
"you are led by Satara Hawk, who is related to Katrine. You will go to her and ask her if my words are true. Also please remember to mention the green cookies thing, Katrine was vehement about it. And once things check out, you'll point us in the direction of Spider Clan. My knives would like to greet quite a few of them."
The locals mumbled between themselves for a few seconds, and the one who had spoken took a step forward, nodded, and left.
Which meant they had at least a few minutes before she returned. A few minutes of nothing to do and not really being able to go forward without pissing them off. She hadn't wanted to stage a planet-wide dissent, so for now, they were playing by the rules.
She turned around, giving assured glances to Gerwald, Minerva, and Bundori. There was nothing to worry about. They totally had this.