Bells and Blasters | CIS Dominion of Hex X-41

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: One of the seats in the back of the wedding hall
Wearing: This incredibly revealing dress + combat boots
Wielding: Czerka knives in her combat boots, bottle of booze schlepped from the bar
Tags: [member="Lyla Quinn"] [member="Cezar Alexandrescu"] [member="Alessandra Creed"] [member="Adron Malvern"]
Posts: 6

She wanted to scream at the purple haired woman. Yell at her. Throw the bottle right into her face. She didn't need suggestions, she didn't need anyone to walk her to her ship. As if she'd had a room in the Fortressa. She hated the Fortessa. Nothing good would ever come from this big stupid ship. Every time she stepped foot on it, something else was taken from her and given to Katrine. She wanted to see it explode. She wanted to...

It took more effort than she had thought it would to stand up. Scherezade leaned against the wall with her shoulder, the pain in her hands beginning to seep through. Force, it hurt. She could feel the pain running all way up to her shoulders and something inside of her knew that she didn't have much time if she wanted to both complete her freshly new formed plans and make it to her ship on time. There was bacta on her ship. Her hands would be fine after a few hours worth of a dip in it. She almost laughed maniacally when two more people showed up.

She twisted around to look at them and almost fell, the Fortressa feeling like a world that was spinning too fast. Even through her booze she recognized the man that had taught her how to wield a sword all those years ago. Wait, no. It wasn't years ago. It hadn't even been a month. And next to him was a woman who demanded to know what was going on.

The purple haired woman responded, but Scherezade wasn't paying attention.

Emerald green eyes, crazed with rage and pain, looked around wildly. She had to find the core of the ship. She could destroy droids even with her hands broken, just like she had just done with those that had come. All she needed was to make it fast. As fast as possible.

"This guest is leaving!" she screamed at the three of them and turned around. Turned too much around. Her face met the wall and she stumbled back a step before falling and screaming in frustration. She hated the Fortressa. She hated everyone in it. Her hands reached for the bottle, but it was further away than her broken hands could reach without the Force.

Force it was then. The bottle flew into her hands. Her fingers barley cooperated with her, twitching and moving in strange ways as she drank more of it.

"Need to sink the Fortressa," she mumbled before taking another long gulp, "place of pain. Place of betrayal. Place of songs for others."

And with that, she tried to get up again.

You had two people when you entered the Darkness. You will have none when you leave.

 

[Alessandra Creed]

Location: The Fortressa - Ceremony/Banquet Hall
Wearing: This
Interacting With: [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Cezar Alexandrescu"]

Alessandra stared at the scene with careful eyes. Her crimson lips were pressed thin as she surveyed the damage in the hall. There were multiple locations with superficial damage and their engineers would not be pleased. The Minister of Commerce expected a full report from the Knight present and the purple haired woman did not disappoint. She was lucky, in a true fashion, that she had answered quickly and concisely. While she did not hold control over the Knights Obsidian, the Minister of War, was right behind her. She was not amused. “These are protocol droids. If they attacked, it’s because their systems were compromised, or they view our guest as a threat to the Fortressa.”

The CIS-made protocol droids did not have the wherewithal to understand that an organic being may simply be acting in a threatening fashion due to consumption of spirits. Still, Alessandra’s frown deepened. This was highly irregular. As a general rule, protocol droids did not attack. She would be speaking with the Minister of Science at a later date. Perhaps the Fortressa was outfitted with a different model than what she was used to. “Thank you for your efforts, Obsidian. Please standby.”

The Minister did not think anything would have calmed down this little girl. Not if the droids arrived with roses, chocolates, or a million free credits. She was wild and out of her mind. She claimed to be leaving, but was most definitely going the wrong way, and wound up drinking more than before. She was obviously force sensitive, and something about her seemed familiar, though she was still waiting for security protocol to place her face. Chocolate eyes widened, a fraction of an inch, when she heard the woman-child mumble about SINKING the Fortressa.

Part of her felt a sense of pity. The rest of her simply felt duty.

The curvy woman stepped forward without fear, eyes resolute, as she watched the intoxicated guest try to stand up again. Enough, was enough. The charm around her neck that typically kept her Force Signature from showing wasn’t nearly enough to hide the thick wave of dark power that would fill the corridor from one end to the other. This as a wedding and there were guests aboard that could not see something like this, without wagging their tongues, to the wrong person. This girl needed professional help, medical attention, and perhaps a padded room. Not, coddling. Her HUD pinged. [member="Scherezade deWinter"], of the Mandragora. Or not? It seemed that she was registered but that her active status was unclear.

Did she know she had paychecks piling up in an account that she had never picked up? “Stay down, Scherezade.”

The guest would feel as if her limbs had become useless. No matter how hard she tried, without the clarity of mind to fight off her manipulation, she would have little choice than to lie still.

“Sleep.”, Alessandra ordered, her eyes seeming different, as her voice filled with might. She moved her hand in the air near the head of the former Mandragora member and wondered, idly, if the Nightmother knew her children were running amuck. Her machinations would take effect for the young woman almost immediately. There was a reason she was the Minister of Commerce and it was not simply because she excelled in penny-pinching each division until they begged for mercy.

Merciful sleep, deliberately dreamless, would come for Scherezade whether she wanted it or not.

Alessandra straightened and all traces of her Force Signature disappeared as if it had never been. Instead, she smiled, without any humor at all toward [member="Cezar Alexandrescu"]. “This young woman, at least while under the influence, is a danger to herself and others. Take her to the medical bay. She needs treatment for her injuries and quite possibly a psychological evaluation.”

Even intoxicated, threatening the Fortressa, was an act of terrorism. It had to be taken seriously.

“Inform the medical staff that she will wake in a few hours naturally. They will need to take precautions, both for her safety, and their own. Please ping my personal channel when it is done.”

The Minister of Commerce was uncertain whether or not to keep the incident quiet. It could have simply been a case of too much alcohol. She was a thin thing, though, fairly tall. But there were other signs of substance abuse when she looked closer. She would have to play it by ear. The damage to the Fortressa would be repaired without explanation. The raven-haired woman was good at making messes disappear seamlessly, as if, they had never happened at all.

"Let us return to the festivities Minister Malvern. Before, anyone notices that we are not where we ought to be."

Spoiler

[OOC: Permission given from Scherezade deWinter to knock her out. Not godmoding.]

 

[Adron Malvern]

Location: The Fortressa Ceremony Hall
Objective: Watch the ceremony
Interacting with: [member="Alessandra Creed"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Cezar Alexandrescu"]
Equipment: Walking Stick
Post: IV

​Once Alessandra hinted to trouble brewing within The Fortressa, Adron was quick to follow her to find the source of the disturbance. He was expecting any manner of things, most of which he expected to be mild in nature. However, what he had not accounted for was an emotionally unhinged [member="Scherezade deWinter"] . He had met the woman, briefly in the training halls and even then she seemed to have poor temperament, yet what he saw now was nothing short of an empowered tantrum. As she screamed out, his hands clenched around his walking stick, keeping narrowed eyes on the woman as she slammed into the wall behind her. Shaking his head, silently, he glanced over to Alessandra as she made an approach. The young woman on the ground was no regular girl and was dangerous, this caused Adron to reach a hand out for Alessandra.

​However he pulled back the moment he felt a subtle shift in the Force. Taking his eyes off Scherezade, he gazed at Alessandra for a moment in disbelief.

​How....How did I not know? He mused, before rolling up his sleeve and activating the communicator latched around his wrist. "This is Minister Malvern. I need a security team to the medical bay, now." He ordered, tapping his walking stick on the ground as he looked to the Obsidian Knight standing before them.

​As Alessandra spoke to Adron once again he remained silent, offering her a curious gaze before nodding and turning back towards the wedding venue. "Yes, let's." Was all he said, glancing over to Scherezade one final time.

 

[Cezar Alexandrescu]

Objective: BYOO - Patrol Duty (Security)
Location: Fortressa, Random Corridor
Armor: Project GARUDA | Obsidian-type Strike Armor (Look)
Weapons: Purple Lightsabers and Mini-Gamorrean Axe
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"], [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Alessandra Creed"]
Post Count: Lots

There were no more words to exchange. The drunk girl was sleeping and needed to go to sick bay. The alerts for what was coming had been sent. So, all the knight needed to do was get the girl there. Somethings had to happen before hand. Cezar when to where her helm and gloves were set. Her helmet was put back on and hood drawn over it. Then she put her gloves on.

Cezar went back to the sleeping girl. Scooping Scherezade up, arms under her legs and shoulders. There was little need of the force to help boost herself in carrying sleeping beauty. Walking pass the ministers, she moved down the hall. Time basically alone gave her time to think. She did not know that everyone in the higher parts where force abusers. There were Sith everywhere and here was just a former Dathomirian witch turned Jensaarai. Yeah, the order was a sith word, but they were more light in the force. Their codes for knowledge, understanding, and justice was what kept Cezar following the group even in the Knights.

Getting to the medical bay, the staff on hand instructed Cezar were to place her. Then they took over with what they needed do to secure Scherezade. Even security was there in numbers. She felt a little bad for the drunk girl. Something set her off and down the path she had taken. However, it was something that she was not going to worry about as she was not going to leave just yet. Finding a spot, she relaxed out of the way of everything. She did not need to add more to the mess in hand. A thought slipped through her head about how the girl might react. If punching walls and droids was any sign, this could be fun.