Private Blindside on Brosi

[Darth Strosius]

Tags: Mercy / Madrona A’Mia / Revna Marr
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There weren't many that could simply summon Darth Strosius at all, let alone with a single message of invitation, but Brosi was the domain of one such rare individual. And in this instance she was joined by one of the others. His malul and his daughter had sent Him a rather vague message about needing to discuss something with Him in person on Brosi and naturally He simply had to acquiesce. It wasn't every day that He got to spend time with Revna and one of His beloveds at the same time after all, for better or worse. Whatever it was that they wanted to speak of had to be of some importance but that hardly narrowed down topics all that much.

Realistically it could be anything relatively mundane to something quite substantial. Perhaps the coming conflict with the High Republic? Plans for dealing with what few external threats remained beyond the borders of Sith space around the Holy Worlds? Something to do with Korriban and Brosi in the Assembly? Maybe even a talk regarding their most recent spat with Raaf over Seswenna? That sore spot on His pride had yet to diminish but He'd discuss it if they truly wished that of Him. Darth Strosius wasn't one to completely forgo the concept of compromise, in spite of what many would think.

Regardless the masked man soon found His shuttle being guided into a designated landing spot by the spaceport officials, the piloting droid flawlessly following the directions. It was the only companion that He'd brought for this visit, He still wasn't one for piloting Himself. Darth Strosius rose from His seat and left the droid to its work as He strode to the shuttle's exit ramp, idly checking over His ornate robes and smoothing it out whilst the shuttle came in to land. One had to look presentable before such a meeting after all even if it was in the comfort of familiar company. Once the shuttle shuddered as it touched the ground He tapped the console next to the ramp, already stepping out onto it even while it was still lowering. It wouldn't do to keep the ladies waiting too long.

 

[Mercy]

MERCY

EMPRESS | WARLORD | STAR-ARM

Location: Brosi | Tags: Darth Strosius | Madrona A’Mia | Revna Marr​

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Babygirl loved Brosi in a way that only underlined she had been born here. So even though the cute dragon had a whole wing to herself on Throneworld, Mercy often took her out back to Brosi, so she could fly among the skies where she had first been born. It was on one of those occasions that she had spend some time with A'Mia and Revna had showed up out of the blue too.

Mercy suspected nothing, primarily because her mind wasn't really set to the future of things. She lived in the here and now. One moment Revna hadn't been there and then she did, and the moment had become better for it.

Nothing to complain.

So when both A'Mia and Revna mentioned they were about to meet a friend of theirs and if Mercy wanted to join them? Again, the Empress of the Core suspected nothing. Then again, even if she had suspected something, she probably wouldn't have minded it too much. This was not something that A'Mia and Revna could count on however.

Their friend was mercurial at best.

She could laugh off an assassination attempt on herself one day and then take offense at a wrong seating arrangement. It was far better to be careful when someone like Mercy was involved.

As they walked towards the port Mercy hummed a bit lightly to herself. Until her brows furrowed, seeing the ship that was landing in the distance.

"What did you say your friend's name was?" It looked very familiar to her but Mercy couldn't place it.

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ERASE THE PAST

 

[Madrona A’Mia]

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A’Mia was there at the hangar waiting. Due to the nature of their ruse, she’d asked Revna Marr to show Mercy around Psilofyr’s grove a bit. Making her own excuse for needing to leave to greet their other guest. She’d tree strode over and knew Mercy wouldn’t hold still for long, but A’Mia was the picture of calm appreciation as Alisteri leapt from his shuttle.

“I’ve missed you, ahweaul,” she murmured

The affectionate term translated roughly to “fierce one” in Neti, but it was also the informal title for the Northern Wind. She reached up with a gentle touch to stroke the side of his mask. Ordinarily she’d already be angling to divest him of some of his ever present armor. With impending company though, she knew that unwise.

A’Mia hooked her arm with his and steered him out of the hangar, explaining as they walked.

“Revna awaits us near the grove, and another who has more than earned Brosi’s guest-right…” and without leaving time to ask exactly who the other was, A’Mia stepped them both through a tree.

The pair reappeared about ten yards from the others, and A’Mia’s grip on Alisteri’s arm remained firm.

 

[Revna Marr]

Tags: Darth Strosius // Mercy // Madrona A’Mia ​

It had been a fair bit of time since Revna had last been on the foliated surface of Brosi. The last time had been for a celebration after the Second Battle of Brosi, where she had met and interacted with a handful of colorful characters. The daughter of the Sith Empress - a secret she kept locked away deep in her heart and mind; her Apprentice, of course - that giant Epicanthix young warrior who spent much of his time in the Core with the Sith Covenant…and of course, it was on Brosi where she had met another Empress, this time of the galactic Core itself.

That interaction with Mercy was still seared into Revna’s mind, and she still thought about it at times, late at night when the candles burned low. She had wondered when she might ever see that mountain of a woman again, and whether or not it would be on good terms or not.

Now that she was staring at Mercy from beside A’Mia, she knew she was soon to find out. But this little meeting on Brosi was not about Revna nor Mercy, it was for someone else entirely. This was being done for Revna’s cantankerous Father - the infamous Darth Strosius.

Revna cast a glance at A’Mia and gave her one of her small half smirks. She had understood and agreed with the idea to summon Alisteri here, for Revna knew in her heart that - for all His violent capabilities - He would not dare to damage or destroy the home of one of His ladies; He cared way too much for the Neti, and Revna trusted in that.

If He violated that trust…well…Revna would have to get in the line to beat His ass from one end of the Galaxy, to the other.

Mercy, on the other hand, was a wildcard. One never truly knew who or what they were getting on a day to day basis with the Covenant Warlord. Revna wondered how Mercy might behave today, especially once she figured out that the guest she was going to meet was Darth Strosius - someone with whom she had traded blows with previously.

Around the time that Revna felt the familiar presence of her Father enter the orbit above Brosi, was the time that A’Mia asked her to take Mercy around Psilofyr’s grove a bit. Revna, in her typical plain Zeyd-cloth black robes with golden runic stitchings along its hems, did as she was asked and stepped away with Mercy to leave A’Mia to meet their other ‘guest’.

"What did you say your friend's name was?" Mercy inquired after a moment, a response that Revna deflected casually by getting distracted by a twisting vine that seemed to reach out and gently snag her robe around her ankles. With a small smile, she crouched down and let the vine wrap around her fingers, and she fed it a little bit of her own energy - a callback to when she imparted her gift of Hunger to the World Tree.

Revna timed her reaction just right, as the moment she seemed ready to respond or answer that question, was the moment that A’Mia stepped through a nearby tree that had acted as a portal - with none other than Darth Strosius on her arm.

Revna rose back up on her feet as the vines slipped away, and offered the Neti and her Father a warm smile - though a bit of tension did coil deep within the base of her spine at the sight of Him now being in the same space as the Warlord.

It was like introducing two large, aggressive battle hounds to one another. Would they growl and snarl but learn to co-exist in the same space, or would they brawl?

There was only one way to find out, she supposed. ​