Before the Pin Drops | TSE Dominion of Hex AM-14

[The Prowler]

The Prowler removed his arm from Joe's throat and it came out covered in visceral fluids and solids. He threw the vocal chords to the ground and they landed on the floor with a wet slap. He removed his brown felt hat and bandanna and stared, appraising his creation. Joe sat that their, his half naked form covered in glowing green runes, mouthing words, but only moaning. The Prowler was about to report his success back to his companions when something terrible started happening. Joe was melting! His moans grew more frequent and his lips mouthed words that the Prowler could only guess were those of pure pain.

The darksider paced to his creation and grabbed hold of a piece of the blob.

"Useless!" He shouted as he threw it towards the wall and the gelatinous thing seemed to mouth

'That wasn't very nice'

Which infuriated The Prowler even more. He raised his hands and lightning shot forth to envelop the blob finally putting it out of it's misery. The Prowler answered his comms device and hailed his companion

"This is not the correct tomb, but perhaps their are clues that'll lead us to the next," He said hopefully and with hand to chin he began studying the runes on the walls once more.

[member="Dubiety"]
[member="Lark"]
[member="Zoltan Charrel"]

 

[Lark]

Location: Beach
Nearby: [member="The Prowler"] (kinda) [member="Dubiety"] [member="Zoltan Charrel"] [member="Adrian Vandiir"] [member="Fiolette Raaf"] and probably hella others

Lark should've died nearly a decade ago. And yet here he was. Drunk, standing on a projection of a beach, agreeing to assist a nearly nine foot tall beast of questionable sanity search for "secrets" that could be anything from a discarded swimsuit to archaic knowledge long since forgotten by even the most ageless of creatures. That was the fun of it all, Lark supposed. Wherever this night leaded, he'd make a party out of it.

He drank the rest of his rum, downing nearly half the glass in a matter of seconds. "I'm afraid our conversation will have to wait," he said to the man that joined him in the ocean. "Unless of course you wish to discuss my question while searching for whatever enigma this Epicanthix chases. Perhaps he might have some input as well." Lark walked back towards the bar where he got the rum, and during the walk there he intended on setting the glass down. But he had a whole adventure ahead of him, maybe he'd need another drink for the road. More rum poured into his glass, and as he remembered to grab his discarded boots he turned to his companions with a lighthearted smile on his face. "I believe I can guide us out of this maze of a casino. Once we're outside, your friend on your com will need to guide us."

Perhaps it wasn't wise to follow a man who was looking for a desert in a casino. But Lark had always believed he was living on borrowed time. So when he wasn't busy bringing out the worst in other people, he'd make sure whatever years he had left were at least entertaining.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective IV: BYOO - Obtain Dragon's Breath

Dropping into the sewers, Taeli used her control of the Force to filter out the smells of the place and making sure none of the... extra stuff touched her. Relyana, one of her top lieutenants had located the rebels' base and had gathered a small team of her Adepts that had come to vacation. Now, they had forsaken that break at the behest of their Lady, although suspected some of them had been rather bored with soaking up the sun on the artificial beaches or gambling in the casino.

Taeli gingerly stepped over a pair of corpses in makeshift armor, holding archaic looking blasters. Relyana was standing with several of the Adepts, each of them bowing briefly when she approached.

"How many?" she asked the Miralukan Paradox Adept.

"Ten currently," Relyana replied. Her natural Force Sight was useful for such observations. "More in the sewer tunnels, more sentries no doubt. We could kill them all?"

"No, secure the trihexalon first," she ordered. "And if there are ten here, there are likely more in the city. Extract that information from their minds and give it to the local authorities. Then you may kill them."

The pale Miralukan gave a thin smiled, and with a gesture, a red lightsaber ignited in her hand. The other Adepts ignited their own and moved to engage the rebels. Taeli would hang back to observe, walking slowly behind her forces as they struck down or maimed the rebels that foolishly thought they could steal from a Sith Lady, even indirectly.

 

[Er'in Tenel]

Er'in looked up from her musing, distant eyes refocusing on the man who had approached her, handsome, charming in that astonishingly arrogant way most non-Hapan males were handsome and...

... oh. Well. That made him infintely more interesting.

Her gaze lingered on his arm in the way another womans might have lingered on pectoral muscles refined from years of gym work, and she smiled, rising to her feet to offer him her hand.

"It's always a pleasure to meet someone of..." She paused to consider her words for a moment, her clipped tone that of Imperial standard, with the crystal-cut Hapan accent utterly unhidden. "...quality."

She felt proud, she had managed to greet someone of the opposite gender without demeaning them. Her of two years ago would have laughed in her face. But you didn't estrange allies, and power in the Force was all that mattered, and this... individual clearly either had that, or knew someone who did. She suspected the former, the... fascinating abomination that replaced his arm was too much a part of him to be anothers work, too... like his arrogance.

"I am Er'in Tenel, Knight of the Sith." No Hapan titles, those were chains she would need to shed to be free. Like bigotry. "May I have the pleasure of your name, sir?"

[member="Adrian Vandiir"]​

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Objective IV: Assassin Safehouse.

Cantonica - Where the wealthy and the powerful could play and thrive beyond the harsh realities of a galaxy at war.

In such a place of wonders, many secrets traded hands, much coin was filtered, and the laws -pre empire- were quite lax. For these reasons, the Sith Assassins found it paramount to establish a foothold on the planet, and place a finger on the pulse of Cantonica's information exchange: The Assassins always needed more spies, especially those unknowing of their own involvement.

On this day, as the Sith Empire fastened their hold on Cantonica, Darth Ophidia chose to inspect her organisation's latest investment: A nightclub. It was not the brightest or shiniest place. In fact, by Cantonica's standards it was "dingy". Yet it remained a class and timelessness that made one forget all doubts about its legitimacy. The nightclub was of course a front for their secret dealings, where they could purchase information or sell rumours.

Darth Ophidia walked into the building like a conquering warlord, and though it was largely empty, she could practically smell the secrets burrowing in the walls.

"Better than the pictures at least." Eyeing remaining construction she perked an eyebrow. "Will it be ready for the opening?"

"In good time, my lord." The one who spoke was a bith associate of hers that she had put in charge of this establishment. "The remaining work is minor and we expect to turn a fair revenue."

"Of course, I expect nothing less."

Ophidia plucked a purple fruit from a presented tray, smelled it, and took a bite. It was sweet, tasty. Looking around, she nodded in satisfaction.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Objective: Casino
Nearby: [member="Darth Callidus"] [member="Sasha Santhe"] [member="Darth Carnifex"]

After agreeing to sell, a few squadrons of Eagles, they where her favoured interceptor. As they had a proximity ion torpedoes, which meant they didn't even need to hit the target, to partial disable them, which meant they could easily destroy there prey with their laser cannons. After finishing she saw a fellow sith come in, his dark side arua, was unmistakable. She decide to leave one of her attendants to finish the deal. My dear Linearna, would you take my place. I need to stretch my legs, I am sorry Gentleman, oh get a round on me. Linearna, feel free to play with my pot, on table, but don't lose it all at once. She gave broad smile, and a waiter came to take their orders, and to put in on her tab. She then left the booth, to let her play, and entertain her clientele for a bit. She wander over to her fellow sith. She didn't recognise him, but he was dressed smart, and he was not bowing constantly, also still in shape. So that made him at least a knight or higher. As acolytes where always scared of there own shadow in these things, and Lords sometimes let themselves go, as they begin to rest on their own laurels. That is when a apprentice became the master, by killing a now inefficient lord, who has lost there appetite to gain more power.

She the met his eyes, and said to the stranger in her most polite voice I am Sabrina of Serenno, and may I ask who are you? She had glass in her right hand of red wine, she was up for small talk, as she did not know many fellow sith. As she been duty bound on serenno, and one day maybe she will be in charge of of Sector V. Though the current Lord of Sector V, was annoying as he was more less in her palace all the time, as it was the sector capital, and she rather they where elsewhere, or not at all.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Objective: Secret Hunting
Nearby: [member="Lark"] [member="Zoltan Charrel"] [member="The Prowler"]

"Right! Lead on my newfound ally so we might discover the secrets together." With that said he fell behind Lark, his hands now clasped together as he fiddled with his thumbs and waited to find the true desert. Who knew he was in the middle of a casino! That would explain the gambling tables and slot machines he passed by before getting to where he was. It certainly made more sense that this was part of the Casino then it being in the middle of the desert.

"We're on route Prowler, just tell us the way and we can help decipher."

 

[Lark]

Objective: Escape the casino
Nearby: [member="Dubiety"] [member="The Prowler"] [member="Zoltan Charrel"] and whoever else wants to join

Turning and leading the small group away from the beach, Lark entered the same hallway he used to come in. As engaging as his time in the casino had been, it was time to make his exit. They passed a larger crowd of people who were not allowed admittance into the main portion of the casino, although Lark did note that the woman he gave drug money to was not among their number. He indicated to the bouncers that the ones following alongside him were his accomplices, and together they were all waved inside. The gambling floor was much more crowded than they had been when Lark had left, and a few familiar faces he recognized from before looked at him with a curious gaze when they noticed his eccentric band of companions. He made a few quick goodbyes, and together led them out of this hive of greed and vanity.

When they entered the dry air, Lark noticed a figure in the shadows. The woman from earlier, whose drug addiction Lark fed. She was sniffing something. He didn't know how she managed to get into the casino and purchase her fix, but she did what Lark hoped she would do. "Now then, let us uncover these cryptic secrets of yours."

 

[The Prowler]

The Prowler ciphered that the runes on the walls were some sort of ritual, but not the one they sought. So he looked to the stars for his answer. Painted on the roof were more glyphs, but they seemed to make no sense. The runes on the ceiling were border line maddening! He couldn't decipher their meaning and they were in some sort of strange symbols that seemed to be a series of lines. He compared them to a series of algorithms involving geometry, but still his math proved fruitless.

That's when understanding dawned upon him. He withdrew a holomap of the galaxy and compared it to that of the lines. It seemed the lines were incomplete, but most matched known hyper routes throughout the galaxy... And some even unknown. One line was thicker then most and painted a deep crimson. The Prowler followed it with his own holomap and saw that it ended at the birth place of all that is unholy. Korriban. He withdrew his communication device and hailed Dubiety.

"The tomb we seek is on Korriban," He said contemplatively, then moved the holocomm so that Dubiety may see the ceiling "It is a ancient galaxy map,"

[member="Dubiety"]
[member="Lark"]

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Korriban? Galaxy map? Well." Dubiety paused in his walk behind [member="Lark"] , glancing down at his communicator as [member="The Prowler"] answered him. If they knew the destination, then there was no longer a reason for him to enlist his fellow acolyte in the task at hand. With a deep and exaggerated sigh the Epicanthix turned from his newfound friend, tossing his arms up in a shrug.

"I guess the secret has already been found my friend. I cannot remain here any longer, as my path takes me back to our ancestral home. A shame! A disgrace! Perhaps we shall meet again my friend, and be able to truly work together without reservation."

 

[The Amalgam]

Objective: 4 (Survive assassination attempt)

Post: 4



"Uri...why are you so scared of the Dark Side?" The monstrous, misshapen creature with no face save a large, lamprey mouth asked in a hiss as it circled its heir in the vast stone chamber, defiled with the symbol of its even more monstrous patron spirit.

Uri, still fighting the drugs tried to get out of her seat, only to be held down by the deformed monster's right hand.

"The Darkness leads...only to misery...and wretchedness..." Uri got out, eyes rolling into her head.

"Typical propaganda. The Bogan has done more for this Galaxy than the Jedi's precious Ashla ever has." the monster hissed. "Any time the Jedi grew complacent, let the Galaxy slide to weakness, we lit a fire under them. And the weaklings burned as they deserve. As they will always deserve."

"And what...hap--happens...on the...day...you become...weak?" Uri asked.

"No reign lasts forever. Not even Sidious managed it, and he was the greatest Sith of all time. Came damn close though. That's what the point of seeking out an heir is." The monster explained, lifting a spoon to her mouth of defiled vegetables, using its weak command of telekinesis to make its prisoner eat it.

"You will have a greater destiny than Ursula and her pathetic Marksmen. Such a group is riddled with flaws...internal contradictions that run counter to everything the Jedi are supposed to stand for...face it Uri...you aren't 'really' a Jedi. You never were...you have more in common with me then some monk praying for Ashla's mercy.

"I'm...nothing...like you..."

"Really? Remind me...what's your bodycount at?"

"Two thousand...four hundred...and twenty six..." Uri answered.

"Two thousand, four hundred and twenty six." The monster laughed. "Now that's a respectable number for a child of the Bogan, Not as high as mine when I was just starting out, but still, a damn good number to have at your age, my daughter."

"I'm...not...your daughter...you creepy...fething...monster..." Uri replied, barely able to focus, nausea sweat from the drugs pouring down her forehead at this point.

"If anyone has the right to be your mother, it is I..." the creature hissed back, pouring some wine into a plain metal goblet with a tentacle arm, tearing off a hunk of bread from a nearby plate, dipping it in a saucer of more defiled blood, pouring the rest into the wine goblet. It tore a small piece of bloodied bread off and feeding it to her, followed by a mouthful of now-defiled wine. Uri swooned, her green eyes fluttering as the monster dipped fingers from its unnaturally long, bony left hand into the goblet and traced a jagged crescent upon Uri's forehead and cheeks.

"I confer upon you the aegis of The Unholy Spirit. Where you walk it shall see your footprints. Where you sleep, it shall wait, and when you embrace the Bogan...you will be filled with its power..."

"I'm not gonna...worship...your fething Brain Demon..." Uri whispered defiantly.

The lamprey mouthed monstrosity chuckled, the rows of sharp pointy teeth in its mouth undulating with each flutter in the flickering candlelight.

"Not yet, Daughter...but someday...someday..."

The monster touched her shoulder and Uri flinched.

"Go...to...hell..." Uri hissed..."You and I...will meet again some day...and I will put you down..."

The monster laughed, its mouth fluttering hideously.

"Looking forward to it, my daughter...looking forward to it..."

The monster tensed, feeling the Lie reassert itself...

"Time to sleep..." it said, wiping the markings on her face and increasing the IV feed from the nearby machine. Uri went to sleep.

The monster started to scream as lightning arched across its body. It backed away, to reduce the risk of harm to its heir as the Lie desperately re-asserted control...



"I'm sorry, Lura, kinda zoned out there for a second, were you saying something?" The Amalgam asked, now that she was starting to properly recall all the times she had tried to reach out to Uri, shocked that she had forgotten blessing her heir due to the slumber.

"I set up the device in me with multiple failsafes. You move away from my immediate vicinity, the gas goes off. You try and fry me with lightning, the gas goes off..." Lura snapped, annoyed at having to explain her brilliant little trap again.

The Amalgam yawned. "Its a good trap, I'll admit...but there is one problem..."

"Which is?" The pale, especially curvy redhead in the shimmering green bikini asked, looking across the waters.

"You're not ready to die..." the Amalgam replied with a smirk. "Because if you were, you'd have already set it off."

"There is no escape, Amalgam..."

There is always an escape...my...heir taught me that..."

"You got nothing but that lightsaber and a sling bikini." Lura sneered.

"Correction. I have two lightsabers and this sling bikini, which, I must say, makes yours look like crap, though I must say, it compliments the hair very well--"

"My bikini is hotter and you know it!" Lura snapped.

"Please..." The Amalgam dismissed..."So...how you wanna do this?"

Lura looked down at the saber emitter sticking out of the Amalgam's side.

If Lura set off the gas, the Amalgam would slice through her...it was mutually assured distruction...

"Well...we can't do rock paper scissors..." Lura muttered.

"No...we can't...but there is one thing I am certain of..."

"And what's that?" Lura snarled, cold face devoid of humanity, despite its beauty.

The Amalgam smiled, uttering a spell, disguising it as an answer.

"The Darkness will consume all hope."

The world around Lura dimmed to near pitch black and The Amalgam decked her, bolting for the water at superhuman speed diving as Lura screamed as the gas went off, a toxic green cloud she had ingested the antidote to hours earlier in case this scenario came to pass.

Lura screamed in rage, face deforming for a split second as she dove in after her hated foe...

 

[Zhaelor Anor]

CANTO BIGHT

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Location: Casino​

Objective X: Peruse the goods​

[member="Darth Banshee"]​

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Sabrina of Serenno, dark and mysterious, approached Callidus with a casual grace and glass in hand. The introduction and inquiry was short and succinct, telling the other Sith Lord several things about the mysterious female. She was direct, likely used to dealing with delegates and subordinates on a regular basis, like her title implied; she was polite, likely used to salving those egos of the very same delegates and subordinates on a regular basis; and she held a confidence that spoke of little-to-no discomfort in striking up small talk with strangers and being the one to lead the discussion.

Darth Callidus smiled, turning blue eyes toward her.

"A pleasure, lady Sabrina of Serenno," He said in a low voice, inclining his head in her direction. "I am Callidus."

There was the unmistakable aura of the dark side about Sabrina, the sensation of power being so close becoming almost intoxicating. It took much of Callidus' willpower to control his urges and to resist indulging in the pursuit against a fellow Sith. In fact, with his attention occupied for that moment, the prey on the gambling table had won another dice throw - much to her seeming relief, judging by the renewed effort placed on the manipulation of the dice.

"I trust the visit to Canto Bight has gone well? It's surely a nice change of pace from blaster bolts and marching troops, which are so common for the Sith."

Callidus glanced to the gambling Zabrak, once again adjusting the roll of the dice, causing her to lose. Soon she would tire of the experience, and then Callidus could begin more actively getting involved. But, for now, it was an opportunity to speak with another Sith and partake in some conversation...

"I presume by your title that you are a delegate," Callidus said, looking to Sabrina, smiling. "How do the peoples of Serenno fare?"

 

[Darth Banshee]

Objective: 1
Adversary/Plaything/Who Knows: [member="Darth Callidus"]

She accidently giggled, Sorry, I have not seen a blaster bolt, or troops marching to war for a while. I am a pro consulate of Serenno, and I usually very busy their. As otherwise there would be no troops to march with, and blaster bolts to be fired. She did miss open warfare, but part her job was making sure the empire could march. Her main job was getting credits to empire, to pay for the constant meat, to fuel the war machine. Having mines deliver raw materials, to make the the weapons and armour, ships and refine the fuel, that keeps the sith machine running smoothly. While Serenno nobles always liked there indepence, so few actually served directly, they helped by ventures of there own like acts of piracy, on enemy trade lanes. This is something that her sector leader disapproved off, as he wanted his sector to more of homogenous culture. Though thanks to her resisting this, she did provide more currency, than other planets, so he kept his complaints to a minimum. Then he asked her, if she was enjoying the casino, she replied. Yes very much so and I am enjoying my time away from the court, as it does get tiresome, making sure the nobles pay the correct levy, so the break as delegate is nice. Her answer was possibly slightly off, as she was trying to defend herself, as she not on front lines anymore. She was justifying to herself why she was not there, but in other places. She then asked him, So I take it you been fighting on the front lines, and if so tell me tales of blood sweat and glory, and don't you dare miss one gory detail. She said with a sly smile, as she took a sip of her red wine. She wanted not hear about, anything but politics, though war was the ultimate arm of foreign affairs.

 

[AMCO]

Objective I: Epitomise decadence.[SIZE=10.5pt][/SIZE]
Nearby: [member="Erin Tenel"] | [member="Zazrael Lux"], [member="Kassandra Zambrano"], et al.[SIZE=10.5pt][/SIZE]
Post Number IV[SIZE=10.5pt][/SIZE]

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While taking a brief moment to shamelessly, though not boorishly, admire her body as she rose, he could not help but notice the way her gaze lingered at his arm. How delightful; it was always nice seeing someone admire one's work. Especially someone whose opinion actually mattered.[SIZE=10.5pt][/SIZE]

Lightly grasping her offered hand with that very same arm, he smoothly bent forward and kissed it in a gesture that was as unapologetically aristocratic as it was out of place on a beach.

"Adrian Vandiir, Knight of the Sith. And, dare I say, the pleasure is all mine." A pleasure indeed. Even among his fellow Sith, o so elevated above the hoi polloi, there were far too many brutes and fanatics. She did not look like either, did not feel like either. No, she had the air of a peer, not a simple tool to be expended. It was refreshing, in a way. As amusing (and undeniably useful) as exploiting one's lessers was, they made poor company.

"Tell me... Er'in, what brings you to this fascinating little nexus of indulgence?" It really was quite fascinating, seeing how differently the common man behaved in such a place. Not that a Sith needed such pretences to pursue what they wanted. Not a true Sith, anyway. Still, that air of unapologetic self-indulgence, of hedonism at its height, did wonders for one such as he. One long accustomed to drawing on desire above that most overrated of passions: Anger.

 

[Er'in Tenel]

Er’in caught the look, and of course she preened. It would be amusing if it wasn’t predictable - of course, the extension of that to her own superbly vain predictability was a little lost on her, but she was mostly caught by the tone and the look.

Interesting. She knew the Sith Empire had it’s share of everything, her brief time at the Sithmas Ball had shown her that. But in her experience so far it had tended towards the... aggressively dark, shall we say?

“I like beaches and as a Sith, I indulge all my passions without shame.” She replied simply. “Beaches are a remarkable place, a literally limo all place where rules break down, a collective excuse for shameless hedonism, exhibitionism and mating rituals - or mating - for many species. The Casinos...” She waved a hand. “No fun, the system is rigged and I inevitably get asked politely to leave even if I restrict myself to the purely mental challenge of beating their system.”

She smiled warmly, he seemed nice enough, so why not flirt a little? She was here to make allies. And that was a beautiful arm.

“As to why this planet - I am travelling with Darth Avacyn, I am not, strictly speaking, an Empire citizen. I... made my way here after a disagreement with my former master regarding the correct interpretation of the Sith Code. Darth Avacyn is... sponsoring me. She and her partner wanted a little time alone before the invasion. I get the impression their children are a handful. So hence I am adrift on this beach, previously without suitable company, would you join me for a walk.?

Kark Er’in, that’s supposed to have words such as ‘care to’ in it. You can’t order men around. Even the handsome ones.

[member="Adrian Vandiir"]

 

[AMCO]

Objective I: Epitomise decadence.
Nearby: [member="Erin Tenel"] | [member="Zazrael Lux"], [member="Kassandra Zambrano"], et al.
Post Number V

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Amusement glittering in his eyes, Adrian was quick to reply. "Quite, quite. It is rather interesting watching them skitter around, is it not? I wonder, how many will crawl back into their shells once their brief respite is over? How many will suppress the desires that make life worth living, so as to not upset their dreary existences?" Chuckling softly, his smile briefly turned upwards into a smirk. "The ones that did not, in their idiocy, lose more than they could bear relying on blind luck, that is."

This was turning more promising by the minute. A Sith both beautiful and intelligent, and with connections to a Triumvir to boot? How utterly delightful.

Not failing to notice her somewhat imperious tone, he allowed a knowing smirk to briefly dance across his features, but nonetheless help out his arm in invitation. An arm which would be smoothly retracted, should she fail to take it. "Why, I would be delighted to."

As they began to make their way across the artificial beach, he would return to her previous comment, which had managed to pique his interest. "The Lady of Defiance, hmm? Seems fitting, given the circumstances you've described. I have never been one for blind obedience, myself. It seems rather... Jedi, no?" Smile turning wicked, he continued. "Of course, blind obedience is certainly useful... in the right hands."

 

[Zoltan Charrel]

Nearby: [member="Lark"] [member="Dubiety"] @TheProwler

It seems, in his alcoholic haze, things were moving along quicker than he could keep up with at the moment. First, he had tried to spark a conversation with a man he now knew as Lark. But no sooner had that happened than two others had joined them. It was a blur. Something about the beach being fake, while one of the others thought it was in the middle of a desert. But before Zoltan had even had a chance to chime in, it now seemed as though they were on a quest of sorts. For what, the assassin didn't know. They were seeking out a tomb on Korriban, a planet that Zoltan immediately recognized the name of, but had never traveled to.

He placed his drink on a nearby table as they briefly discussed before the man named Dubiety claimed that they were no longer needed.

It had all happened so fast. Zoltan turned to Lark, "What just happened?"

 

[Zhaelor Anor]

CANTO BIGHT

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Location: Casino​

Objective X: Peruse the goods​

[member="Darth Banshee"]​

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Callidus was enjoying the conversation so far, even as he continued to shift his attention momentarily between Sabrina and the gambler several meters away.

"Of course, it's only reasonable that there are many aspects to warfare," Callidus smiled, blue eyes intense, as he offered a small nod to Sabrina. "And as you say, without resources and support, what military would there even be? Truly you serve a greater purpose than you let on, and I suspect you know it..."

Looking back to Sabrina, Callidus was intrigued by her request to hear about the battlefield. On reflection it seemed he had forgone that, with the Sith Empire waging conquest so routinely, it might not have been common for some members.

"Fighting the Jedi, and other lightsiders, has always been my favorite pastime," Callidus said as he leaned in close to Sabrina, his eyes narrowing as his smile widened. "The fear, the realization of impending death, the final moments they cling to life and hope that the Force will somehow provide some magical means for escape... that sensation as the lightsaber removes a limb, the stink of panic that feeds the dark side and makes us stronger, the distant look in their eyes as life ebbs and they become nothing but a corpse to be pushed aside."

Callidus let out a sigh, feeling tingles up his arms. He didn't add some specifics, as they were personal and not to be shared with others, secrets of his life and species. But there was still truth there, even if some was withheld. Reaching up, the Sith Lord traced the line of Sabrina's jaw, though he kept his distance to avoid touching her skin. The last thing he needed was to lose control or have her react badly to touch, so he hovered within inches, before lowering the hand and smiling again.

"Tell me, lady Sabrina, what do you enjoy? How does a delegate of the office feed her dark side?"

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: Casino
Talking to: [member="Darth Callidus"]

He complimented her, on her role in war machine, to be honest he was being kind. As actually killing, was more important than supplying killers. He then talked about the kill, but he was vague on detail, which made him a bit of a bore. She wanted hear about, how gut's expanded when hit lightsaber, and then went pop. The screams of agony, as he moved his lightsaber slowly inside his victim. The look on there face as he dismembered there arm, or the look of shock as they realised that there head is no longer attached to there body, as they can't scream as they no longer have lungs. Though skipped detail, she decide not to write him off.

He pretend to feel her jaw line, but his was just short of making contact. He then asked her, how does she feed her dark side. She gave a sly smile, and leaned in, as to tell him a secret she wanted no one else to hear. Then began to speak in a hushed shallow voice, to stop others hearing ​Well I have people keep an eye out, for those with ambition to supplant me, or people I use to protect my position. Then I get really close to them, and then turn on my lightsaber at point blank range. At that precise moment she put finger into belly button, as a joke, to see the reaction on his face. She smiling as she did, as that will teach him to skimp on detail.

 

[Er'in Tenel]

Er'in laughed lightly as she accepted the offered arm and padded gently down the beach, looking for all the world like a casual noblewoman out for a walk... well, except no noblewoman would probably be as brazenly attired, and the glowing eyes really did give something away.

"I have no time for blind obedience - and nor do the Jedi, if you read the works of their masters." She replied casually, but entirely seriously. "But while it perhaps has it's place in the galaxy, it has no place for a Sith, as useful as it can be for... meeting certain needs. The more difficult route is always the more rewarding in the end."

As she walked, she let her mind focus on the pain from the hot sand. It had always fascinated her, even as a child, how it felt - and what others would endure.

"But I am afraid I am something of a philosophical stick-in-the-mud when it comes to the Code. Perhaps more so than Darth Avacyn, although we have yet to actually determine that. Defiance has it's place in breaking ones chains. Eventually you must acknowledge however that we take on chains and limit our freedom willingly on a regular basis, due to the mundanities of life. The Force, however, can set us free from all of that."

She smiled charmingly.

"Why do you ask?"

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