Breaking of Bread (Order of Ren)

[Kyrel Ren]

The Battle within the Bastion of Ren was difficult. Kyrel's worst fears were realized. His comrades, his brothers and sisters openly fought against each other. Kyrel forcibly trying to seize control of the Ren. He had fought viciously with those who dared tried to challenge him. He was trying to do what was best for the Order in Sieger's absence. The duel within the Supreme Leader's throne room lasted for perhaps several hours, and it did not come to an end until the Eighth Guard had received a vision in the Force. Recognizing that infighting was not right. That the Ren should work together through the trying times. But for Kyrel it was not about fame, it was not about glory, it was not about ego. He cared not for such ridiculous notions. All he cared for was to make sure the Ren was able to survive. To thrive even without the help of the Supreme Leader.

Kyrel would do just that, but not for himself. Power was meaningless. Not when a way of life was in jeaprady of being extinct. The former Enforcer of Ren could not afford to let his fellow siblings in darkness down. But now was not the time for the stresses of trying to manage the Ren. Now was the time for celebration, to a new beginning. He had decided to raise his glass of wine up. Music played silently in the background as Kyrel spoke with pride in his tone "I know we have dealt with rough times. The loss of the one we serve has been a shock to us all. We have all suffered greatly without Sieger's guidance. We had been forced like animals to fight each other, and while yes I apologize for my actions. But I assure you, I do not wish to take his place. I do not wish to rule over the First Order. I only wish to help my Brothers and Sisters. And one day I assure you we will find Sieger and bring him home. One day we will rise anew. But only through together can we do it." He paused for a moment as he looked to everyone. From the Praetorian, to the Disciple that dared to challenge him. He held no ill will as it was a traumatic time for everyone. Of course, now he had hoped for it all to be in the distant past. Now was for the time of coming together, of celebration. Not in hopes to gain power, but to gain the trust of his comrades and to show that by together they can conquer and make it through anything.

The great hall was lit with candles and lights. Music played of course, as the Ren could dance if they wished. For there were often rarely any celebration. And Kyrel thought from his numerous experiences attending First Order balls. The Ren could use that type of atmosphere to mend wounds and to come together. "Now please, let us drink, eat, dance. Be merry." He said raising his glass in a toast as he took a sip drinking. Before walking down the stones to join in on the fun hoping to converse with his fellow Ren. It was all about developing their personal connections with each other. As developing a strong bond with each other, would promote that they would never fall in battle. Together they would conquer anything. And as Kyrel went to converse with whoever would join him, softly sipping his drink. He couldn't help but think highly for the future.

[member="Primat Ren"] [member="Racosidae"] [member="Eighth Guard"] [member="Marriskcal Lati"] [member="Varas Ren"] [member="Doran Ren"] [member="Seto Du Couteau"]

 

[Eighth Guard]

The Eighth Guard, Praetorian Knight​

Equipment: Praetorian Armour​

Location: The Bastion of Ren​

Status: Overseeing​

Theme: I Don't Care Anymore | Phil Collins​

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That day was forever burned into the Praetorian Knight's memory; a day of infamy, where his brothers and sisters had let the bonds that held them together fall apart to the point where they began to fight among one another. The Eighth Guard was as guilty as anybody else, for he had, without any hesitation on his part, stood up to the Master Kyrel when it appeared that the latter was planning to usurp Him. While his demeanour remained stoic and neutral on the surface, he had privately admitted to himself that he had over-reacted to the situation; the loss of Him affected him so, that he was willing to do anything to keep a semblance of the order that He imposed, even kill others in this Order.

The feelings were somewhat fleeting, he would naturally kill those that stood in His way, as he had been trained to do from the start. That aside, he was quite impressed with the ability of both himself and that of the Master Kyrel. Although he had no doubt that the latter had held back in some way, it was no small feat that the Eighth Guard had fought as fully-fledged Master of Ren for more than a handful of minutes, nevermind several hours. He permitted his lips to curl into a small smirk, silently congratulating himself; at any rate, although it was an unfortunate occurrence, it was also an excellent opportunity to better himself combat-wise.

He decided that he had dabbled in his thoughts for long enough, pushing them aside for the moment as he switched the entirety of his attention to the present. He did not partake in drink, a luxury that eluded him for years, but believed that his presence would be put to better use as a shadow of one [member="Marriskcal Lati"] to ensure that the young girl and latest initiate in the Praetorian Guard did not make a mockery of herself. He stealthily moved around the room, the crimson fabric attached to his armour fluttering slightly with each movement while he silently hoped that nobody else would attempt to strike up a conversation with him. He long ago promised that his words were reserved to those that he felt deserved them, naturally, there were a select few that could elicit a response from the man.

Though knowing the Force, he had a feeling there were going to be some that were going to try anyway.

[member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Primat Ren"] | [member="Racosidae"] | [member="Varas Ren"] | [member="Doran Ren"] | [member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="Karnak Ren"]

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

The lack of armor felt almost liberating to the young Du Couteau heir, while the Ren armor wasn't by any means restrictive in movement. Wearing it alone signified that Seto was in for a combat mission, and without the pretense that today they were being gathered for a possible mission, Seto enjoyed to once more wear his more favorable clothing. His scanning the grand hall, moving from the quaint candles before finally settling on several musical instruments. Most were in use by the musicians present, while they played beautifully his mind whirled with excited thoughts and possible outcomes.

His attention torn away from the musicians, the Steward of Ren had commanded everyone's attention. His words ushered out offered a strange semblance to what Seto had originally heard before, perhaps there had been some slight misunderstanding of the Steward Kyrel's intention. But the disappearance of the Ren's leader had caused significant uproar, not that he had been present before the disappearance but Seto regardless thanked the sturdy Bastion for not collapsing.

A bright red armor caught his eyes, as the Steward finished his short speech Seto instinctively took a step back. Perhaps I should have worn my armor. Though as the thought cascaded across his mind, he calmed as he noted the strangely relaxed stance the Eight Guard took and Seto somewhat guessed all was forgiven, or at least calm between the Steward and the Guard.

Shrugging once he made a bee line towards the musicians, his eyes dancing excitingly between each instrument. And as the song continued Seto tapped his forearms with his fingers, playing along silently as old muscle memory allowed Seto to play silently along. His smile grew across his face and thoughts of a disastrous meeting among all the Ren soon fled his mind. ​Eat, drink, dance and be merry as he says.

[member="Primat Ren"] | @Racosidae | [member="Eighth Guard"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Varas Ren"] | [member="Doran Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Praetorian Initiate
Equipment | Lightsaber (Blue) & Training Lightsaber (Red; Synthcrystal)
Location | Grand Hall, Bastion of Ren, Virgillia
With | [member="Eighth Guard"] (directly bothering!), [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Seto Du Couteau"], [member="Primat Ren"], [member="Varas Ren"], [member="Doran Ren"]
Status | This is my hidden ability!

[SIZE=11pt]Well[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], when Master Kyrel outlined his intention in such a clear and concise manner, the young initiate felt just the slightest bit of guilt of how far she had misinterpreted his words before. But not by much. To Marriskcal, how one conducted themselves in the eyes of others often illustrated their intentions more clearly than any words uttered. And for the Steward of Ren to place himself on the throne reserved solely for the Supreme Leader, it spoke volumes to the young blonde. So what little guilt she did feel over the matter was only because she admitted to herself that she should have sought answers from the older male first instead of allowing her impulse to reign over her actions.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]But let bygones be bygones.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Allowing the Steward’s parting words to guide her, Marriskcal drifted past the small ensemble of musicians, a slightly strange sight to see within the stronghold that was the Bastion, but nonetheless a much welcomed addition as they added a certain lightness to the usually solemn air that permeated the grand hall. As this was a small intimate gathering, the initiate was dressed in more comfortable combination of a large white sweater over a short organza layered skirt and leggings, her quiet concession to wearing what she considered to be another one of those frivolous flouncy clothing. With a bright smile at Seto, the young blonde patted their newest brother[/SIZE] lightly on his arm in silent greeting as she passed him by.

But always always, when the Praetorian Guard was planetside and in residence, Marriskcal orbited towards the male in crimson armour. Without any wariness or misgivings, the initiate stepped up beside the reticent knight and placed her hand on the crook of his arm. She leaned slightly forward on her tips of her feet, her head inclined and turned up towards him as she peeked up at his shrouded features with a soft and fond smile. It has almost been three weeks since she has last met with the other for their regular sessions and as she so rarely saw him outside of them, Marriskcal often found herself missing his presence.

[SIZE=11pt]“Have you eaten? There seems to be a good selection.” From what she saw in a glance, there were many tiny delicate looking [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]hors d'oeuvres. The wine that was being served also piqued her interest, but only because Marriskcal knew she was amongst people she could trust. “If you haven’t eaten, I’ll accompany you… but I would probably like to try some of the wine before we leave.” By this point, she was familiar enough with her mentor that the Praetorian Guard’s silence was more reassuring than intimidating. [/SIZE]

 

[Varian Alaric]

Location| Grand Hall, Bastion of Ren, Virgillia
Objective| Have fun!
Equipment| 1x Lightsaber(crimson)
With| [member="Varas Ren"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Eighth Guard"] | [member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="Doran Ren"] |
Status| Not sure of What to Do

Primat didn't want to be here. He didn't really want to go to this party where they made good-will with each other. And he didn't really want to be in the same room as Kyrel Ren, the man who had tried to wrest control of the Order of Ren, the man who had sat on Sieger's Throne, and the father who had treated Varas so poorly. Even though he never wanted to come here, he had never wanted to make good-will with the Master of Ren, Kyrel...he was willing to give it a try. It had taken much encouragement from Marriskcal to convince him to come here. He hoped that she was right about this thing and that it wouldn't be a mistake to come here and try to make amends with Kyrel Ren. The man who he had insulted to his face, calling him a rat who bathed in mud.

Primat hoped that this wouldn't be a mistake...coming here and trying to forgive Kyrel. He could at least pray that the two of them could...at least forgive each other.

He would have rolled his eyes at hearing Kyrel's speech, however he opted to give the man a chance. He hadn't given Kyrel a chance to explain himself on Virgillia. The least he could do now, was to listen to Kyrel...to hear him out for what he had to say instead of jumping the gun and attacking him in ferocity and blindness of loyalty to Sieger alone. At least here, in the now, he could restrain himself and heed the words of Marriskcal to stay here. Kyrel deserved that much in the least. As the words that Kyrel spoke floated throughout the room, Primat was filled with something he wasn't expecting to feel. Guilt. He didn't come here, expecting to feel guilt for what he had done. However, standing here now, in the presence of Kyrel as he spoke his sympathies and regrets to all of them...made him feel regret and guilt over what he had done. However, he wasn't willing to walk up to Kyrel and ask for forgiveness in good-will. He just...didn't know what to say to the man. He wasn't sure if he needed to vocally forgive the man, and if he did need to, he didn't have any idea from which to start forgiving him. Though, he knew this guilt wouldn't go away easily.

So, he would need to forgive him someway, somehow. Preferably in a public manner, so that he could address Kyrel outright and hear his response as well. However, just the thought of doing so filled Primat with anxiety and nervousness. He knew Kyrel wouldn't try something in something this public, but just the thought of doing so made him overly nervous and anxious. He was afraid to hear Kyrel's response. And he was sure that Kyrel probably had some resentment of some sort about him insulting him. He could maybe ask Marriskcal or Varas for some help on talking to Kyrel. Both were students to Kyrel, though Primat knew them both the best out of the rest in the Order.

He would try talking to Kyrel later in the evening, for now...he needed to calm his nerves and maybe need a fellow member of the order.

Primat hadn't been sure how fancy he would need to dress, so he decided to go with something in the middle of both casual and business oriented things. At least this go round, the shirt didn't feel as constricting on his neck and he didn't feel like he was being choked to death by his shirt. So, at least that was helping to ease his nerves some. He adjusted the sleeves of his jacket some, making sure they were set firmly on his wrists before making sure his white shirt looked nice. Which, luckily, it did. The tailor had fashioned him a not as constricting white, button-down shirt which was something he was glad for. At least he could breathe despite his nerves right now.

Primat looked around the room, his eyes glancing over all of the Ren before falling upon Seto. He had seen Marr wave to the Ren on Lothal a while back, so he assumed that this Ren was nice if Marr made friends with him. He sheepishly walked over to Seto, trying to get the man's attention by tapping on his shoulder, before speaking. "I've seen you around from time to time and didn't get the chance to talk to you on Lothal. My name's Primat, and you are?"

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

A slight brush on his arm pulled his attention away from the movements of the musicians, his eyes welcomed him to the sight of the young Ren Marr, while it was a pleasure to see her in something other than combat armor he still had a hard time distinguishing between the two Marriskcal in his head. I guess I prefer the one without the blades ready to kill her enemy. Not that Seto judged a person by those they kill, but it certainly made meetings such as these quite interesting. To say the least.

Even before he could return his attention to the dancing fingers, that were so elegantly playing their instruments, another tap on his arm and this time Seto turned his entire body around. His eyebrows raised as he quickly spread out his arms and offered a short bow for his fellow Ren.

"Seto Du Couteau, former Inquisitor of the Empire and now a new Ren," Seto introduced himself to Primat, returning from his bow Seto refastened his tie and adjusted his suit. "-Of course my first experience with the Ren had brought back some unwanted memories," Seto explained, the fall of the Galactic Empire appeared all too eerily similar with what had transpired with the Ren in the Throne Room.

"But fortune favors the bold as the saying goes, and here we all are, no worse for wear and on friendly terms," Seto chuckled, to mostly himself. "No disrespect of course, I just hold an amusing view on our galaxy and quite often laugh at my own misfortune," He added quickly to hopefully quell any simmering annoyance. Hopefully.

"Well Primat, do you fancy games of chance? Perhaps we can all put some friendly wages on different games," Seto asked. His left hand seemingly out of nowhere pinched a large coin, his family heirloom, and on his right hand a single Sabaac card appeared seemingly out of nowhere as well. Or some small talk works too.


[member="Primat Ren"] | @Racosidae | [member="Eighth Guard"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Varas Ren"] | [member="Doran Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

The room was lit as ominous and gentle music played. As he said in his speech, everyone of course, for the most part, was Merry, Primat, and the former Imperial Inquisitor, Seto was interacting with the young Disciple. As of late Kyrel had kept a close watch on Primat, as well as his infatuation for his Daughter. It was a mistake to form attachments, Kyrel knew that much especially when she tried to kill him during the First Order's Blockade of the Hydian Way. But she had learned that she was no match for him, losing a hand in the process. Still, he would keep a close eye on the boy, he had already tried to challenge him once, and his disdain for the Steward was palpable in the Force. Yet he dare not say anything of course. He would make a mental note that if he or she, in fact, if both dared tried anything against him in the near future. That attachment would be their undoing. Such was the nature of the dark side, and this was a weakness found yet in most beings save for those strong in the dark side. He mused to himself that his punishment would come later, if not a very stern talk.

Now was not the time for such things, now the single goal most used in his mind was of unification. This celebration was meant for the Ren, it was desperate and strange times, and most of all the Ren needed to band together. To work on the singular goal of unity. For that was the Knights of Ren, a collective of those that were strong in the dark side that worked in the will of the Supreme Leader, but with his disappearance. The Ren had no guidance that purpose rendered all but mute of course. That could and shall not be allowed to remain. This was the call for the Ren to work together to find strength in each other during these desperate times.

Approaching the Eighth guard, and Marr he couldn't help but notice the saber that Marr carried, remembering gifting her with the Crystal of the Jedi he took. He was most pleased, but until she bled her crystal she had much to learn. Hopefully under the tutelage of the Praetorian Guard if not himself. Giving a cold yet warm smile, he looked to the pair. "Ah, the illustrious Praetorians. I commend you for the match you provided Eighth guard. You are worthy to even take on the Knights of Ren, and Marr I hope to watch your career with great interest." He said placing a hand on her shoulder as if in a fatherly manner.

[member="Varas Ren"] [member="Primat Ren"] @Raecosidae [member="Seto Du Couteau"] [member="Marriskcal Lati"] [member="Doran Ren"] [member="Eighth Guard"]

 

[Varian Alaric]

Location| Grand Hall, Bastion of Ren, Virgillia
Objective| Have fun!
Equipment| 1x Lightsaber(crimson)
With| [member="Varas Ren"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Eighth Guard"] | [member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="Doran Ren"] |
Status| Talking with Seto

"Uh...yeah, I'm sorry that your first experience with us was like that," Primat spoke softly in regards to Seto's statement. He hadn't considered what type of impact the events on Virgillia would have on a newcomer, like Seto, to the Order. The thought never crossed his mind when he had challenged Kyrel. And...that just made him feel more guilt about what he had done. Having not thought about the after-effects of their infighting, Primat started to regret his actions more now after his thoughts lingered to what Seto might have thought of the Ren and their circumstances when he had first walked into the Throne Room. But, that was a long time ago. At least, that's what Primat told himself...it felt like it was such a very long time ago from this day that brother had turned against brother, sister against sister, and all of the infighting and unbridled anger and rage at that time on Virgillia.

'...And on friendly terms,' Primat couldn't help but chuckle softly at the words of Seto. He wasn't completely wrong, nor was he completely right in his assumption about the Order of Ren. He had gotten on friendly terms with a few of the Ren ever since Virgillia. Which was something that he was glad for. He was especially happy that he had gotten on friendly terms with Varas, even though the two of them had tried to fatally harm each other in the Throne Room. Luckily they were on friendly terms now, and they had only suffered minor injuries. "Don't worry, you're fine Seto and I guess now...looking back, it was amusing."

Primat was slowly trying to understand and get on friendly terms with the rest of the Ren, though his own thoughts betrayed him. He believed that a few members of the Order thought ill of him due to speaking out against Kyrel. Something, that in hindsight, was a bad idea when Primat looked back on that event. However, he had enjoyed insulting someone in a higher position of power...the risk at the time was almost euphoric and intoxicating when he had insulted Kyrel. He wouldn't do it again...at least not in public again. He didn't hate the man...but he wasn't on friendly terms with him either. He hoped that tonight, would spill new good-will between them. At least, he hoped that was what was going to happen.

"That certainly sounds...enticing. Though, where I come from...we never had any games of chance like what you have. The game you're referring to...it's, Sabac, right?" Primat spoke slowly as he recalled memories from Tamora. They didn't have much in the way of gambling, or cards on Tamora. Hell, the only time he had played an actual card game was with that merchant and his crew, and that game was...Go Fish? He had heard of Sabaac before, though thinking about it now...he realized he had said the name of the game wrong.

 

[Eighth Guard]

The Eighth Guard, Praetorian Knight​

Equipment: Praetorian Armour​

Location: The Bastion of Ren​

Status: Expressing Displeasure​

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It was peculiar, to say the least, how much this girl affected him.

He allowed her to grab onto his arm, offering no physical resistance yet admonishing himself internally as to permitting this display of weakness to occur in such a public environment, especially in front of those who he relied on his crimson visage to intimidate. He somewhat slowly craned his neck to return the look she gave him, before returning to scanning the room as she went along with her usual routine of being an extrovert.

The Eighth Guard didn't respond to her questions verbally, he knew at this point that she knew he seldom spoke, if at all, while he was dressed in his armour. He quietly noted his disdain for her desire to sample the liquor present, not because she was only a teen but due to the fact that he believed members of the Praetorian Guard should never be afforded such a luxury, willingly or otherwise; though, he supposed he could ease up, especially after what happened next.

As soon as the Master Kyrel had placed his hand on the guard's initiate, alarms went off in his head; his posture morphed from barely relaxed to completely rigid, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He sensed the feeling of slight anger wash over him, and internally prevented it from affected his Force aura, suppressing it outright before it could reveal him. Eight let out a low growl, just quiet enough that it wasn't registered by his helmet, therefore inaudible to those beyond the confines of his armour.

Something about the Ren's behaviour felt false to him, in how he interacted with hi- no, the Guard's initiate. Something was amiss, something that he felt he should put a stop too, but now he could only bide his time.

[member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Primat Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="Varas Ren"]

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Praetorian Initiate
Equipment | Lightsaber (Blue) & Training Lightsaber (Red; Synthcrystal)
Location | Grand Hall, Bastion of Ren, Virgillia
With | [member="Eighth Guard"] (directly bothering!), [member="Kyrel Ren"] (chatting to!), [member="Seto Du Couteau"], [member="Primat Ren"], [member="Varas Ren"]
Status | Don't move, or I may fall

[SIZE=11pt]The lack of any form of verbal responses from her reticent mentor was not something that cowed Marriskcal. The young initiate was more than content to fill in the silence lapses of their conversations on her own. Sometimes she asked him queries she more or less knew the answers to and solved it by ruminating on it vocally. Sometimes she told him stories of her recent missions and how much she has progressed in her training. And if she was very very lucky, her words would even elicit a subtle reaction from the knight. But those instances were rare.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The appearance of Master Kyrel before them was not entirely unexpected, considering that both the knight and herself played a role in the schism. But by now, most of her trepidation about the other has more or less dissipated and Marriskcal greeted him with her characteristic vivacity, not really noticing the hand resting on her shoulder as she turned her smile towards the Steward. “Good evening, Master Kyrel. We do make a great pair, don't we?” It pleased a deep part within her that Master Kyrel acknowledged her as a fledgling Praetorian and that the other even gave his glowing approval to their match. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Though… I’m sure he’s tired of me by now.” She leaned even further forward as if she was about to divulge a secret, using the steady presence of her mentor to maintain her precarious balance. “I tend to talk his ears off,” she said solemnly, though the twitch of her lips gave her little jest away. With her hand still placed on his armour-clad arm, it was hard for Marriskcal to miss the slight movement. She paused for a moment to give her mentor a jaunty grin and a reassuring squeeze.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“And thank you for your kind compliment. I’ll definitely do my best!”[/SIZE]

 

[Dirk Bannahan]

The Ren Disciple
Equipment: Violet Lightsaber, Hold-Out Blaster
Location: Grand Hall, Bastion of Ren, Virgillia
Allies: [member="Eighth Guard"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="Primat Ren"] | [member="Varas Ren"] | The First Order
Morale: Low

There wasn’t much that the Diminutive Ren could offer any of the people here, and she blew into the Hall with that fact seared upon the forefront of her awareness. Rae didn’t fit in with these people, and she had a feeling the lot of them were starting to realize that as well. So when the young disciple entered she neither removed her hood nor made any attempt to greet those already assembled. What was the point of bothering?

In the last year her assignments consistently mostly of solo ops, mercenary support, even Auxiliary trooper support -she had more time speaking to Security Bureau creeps and playing errand girl than connecting with any of these…. folk.

The last time these people were together they nearly killed one another over who they figured would be daddy, and now it was really going to be suitable for them to, what, eat, drink and be merry?

Whatever. “...”​

She picked a corner and aimed her gaze to the floor, counting the dark spots in the marble floor. One… Two… Three….

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto didn't hide his surprise, Never played Sabacc? The mere idea of possibly teaching someone excited the young Du Couteau heir to no end. His hands clasped together, after a quick rub of his fingers both items disappeared and Seto spread both arms out and wide. "Sabacc is a fantastic game, perfect to earn and lose great deals of credits." Seto explained, perhaps a tad too cheerfully on the idea of losing credits. Well, they weren't always my credits. His smile turned a bit devilish as memories flooded into his mind of some past games.

Placing his left hand into his suit's pocket, and gesturing with his right hand around himself, "-But for those who have some mastery of the Force, games of chance tend to become dull and perhaps passed up on whenever someone like me partakes in such activities," Seto explained a bit more of his own personal viewpoint on the matter. "-Of course most of the time I played Sabacc, it had to deal with finding corrupt Imperial officials. Quite the strenuous job," He added, to give a bit of background.

Seto flicked his right hand twice, reproducing his coin once again, "-Now, if you want, we can call which side of the coin will face up after I flip it," Seto offered to Primat, "And to put some stakes to it, I'll let you determine what will happen if you correctly call it," Seto added, a mischievous gleam in his eye shone brightly but his smile returned and his gaze appeared trusting. Seto understood corectly that timing mattered greatly when dealing with games of chance.

[member="Primat Ren"] | [member="Racosidae"] | [member="Eighth Guard"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Varas Ren"] | [member="Doran Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Varian Alaric]

Location| Grand Hall, Bastion of Ren, Virgillia
Objective| Learning how to play Sabaac from Seto!!
Equipment| 1x Lightsaber(crimson)
With| [member="Varas Ren"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Eighth Guard"] | [member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="Doran Ren"] |
Status| Happy

Primat couldn't help but smile at Seto's display of surprise. He didn't really even have a clue of what Sabaac was, though he assumed it was gambling...with cards, or something similar to that. He had seen people do it before when he had first started out in the First Order, but he never joined out of fear of not knowing how to. Though, it seemed that now he could learn how to play Sabaac. Perfect! At least now I'll know how to play a second card game now. Primat beamed at Seto as he began to explain Sabaac and some of his experiences with the game. At first, he had been unsure of how his confrontation and talk with Seto would go. But now, he was glad that he had decided to talk to Seto. At least now he was slowly learning about and talking with one other member of the Order besides Marr and Varas.

"Really? I mean, even with having a mastery of the Force...couldn't you still enjoy the game? Just, dampen your abilities some and your senses to fully enjoy the game," Primat spoke slowly as he tried to find the right words to piece together as he talked to Seto. The way that the former inquisitor had described the force with playing a game of chance, wasn't something that he had thought of before. In a sense then, having a mastery of the force kind of made these type of games obsolete then? He was sure that their was still a way to do it, somehow. Once Seto had mentioned finding corrupt officials through using the force and Sabaac, Primat couldn't help but smile and chuckle softly. "Well, that is certainly one way to do it!" The more that he was starting to know and get to know Seto, the more that Primat began to like the man and see him less as an acquaintance and more as the bubbling of a friendship

"Alright...uh, heads for...five-hundred? Am I doing this right," Primat mused curiously after Seto spoke once more to him. He wasn't overly sure or confident in what he was doing, though he assumed that he would at the very least try this. The least he could do was hope that he was doing this right.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel couldn't help but detect a hint of disgust, a hint of anger as he placed his hand affectionately on the young girl's shoulder. The Praetorian must have taken offense to his gesture, something to which Kyrel didn't directly, or indirectly mean. He was only trying to be kind to the girl, as he found her perhaps a confidant a friend. More than his own daughter was. For all, he knew that clone was plotting against him, with the one she dragged along like a dog, but that was a different matter entirely. He looked to the Praetorian, offering a friendly yet cold smile, as he hid his venom when he spoke. "My apologies Eighth guard, I didn't mean to offend. Only providing a friendly gesture to our young companion here. He said as he eyed over the table, with the former Inquisitor Seto, and the Disciple of Ren known as Primat. With whom he had to have a talk with, concerning a certain matter that was done lately.

He looked at the two in a warm gesture. Often looking at Marr, feeling the anger slowly rise behind the visor of the Eighth guard, for a Praetorian his name suited him well. He had to admit a part of him enjoyed the rise he got out of the man behind the mask. He, however, found the man to be a match a worthy opponent despite the short fuse, he carried in his presence. "Do not worry Eighth guard. You have nothing to fear from me, I am in service to Sieger as you are. So please do not point your anger, in the face of trying to show a kind gesture." He kept eyeing the sabacc table and felt the matter of importance in his mind needed to be taken care of.

"If you will excuse me I will be back shortly." He said with a smile, before making his way over to the table, speaking to the two gentlemen. "I am sorry to cut this short, but may I speak with Primat for a moment. I will bring him back to your game. But there is a matter he and I need to discuss alone." He said eyeing Primat with a sinister glare.

[member="Varas Ren"] [member="Primat Ren"] [member="Seto Du Couteau"] @Racosidae @Marriskcal Lati [member="Eighth Guard"]

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto flipped the coin a few times, easily catching it each time as he passively observed the coin. "Yes, for this little gamble you call which side you believe will land face up. But of course the best time to call such a bet is when the coin is already flipped," Seto explained as he flipped the coin.

A new presence made his way towards the duo, Seto for his part only raised an eyebrow in question but made no real comment. The coin continued to flip in the air and fall, Seto bowed towards his Steward of Ren and as he straightened he swiftly caught the coin and placed over the top of his hand. He peeked a glance at which side, and only smiled at the result.

"Oh, please our game can wait," Seto declared, both hands clasped behind his back, "-And once you have exchanged your words, Mister Primat, I'll let you know if your call is correct," He added with a small and quick wink.

He collected his cards from the table as he mused on his next actions, he had certainly never attended such a celebration where the vibrancy of the room only emitted from those attending and not from the host. Well, not exactly. Seto glanced over to the red armor clad Praetorian Guard, the imposing figure kept reminding Seto of the fight he saw in the Throne Room.

Eyes turning back towards the musicians, a hand slowly rubbed his chin as he pondered some future plans.


[member="Primat Ren"] | [member="Racosidae "] | [member="Eighth Guard"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Varas Ren"] | [member="Doran Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Varian Alaric]

Location| Grand Hall, Bastion of Ren, Virgillia
Objective| Going with Kyrel to Talk
Equipment| 1x Lightsaber(crimson)
With| [member="Varas Ren"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Eighth Guard"] | [member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="Doran Ren"] |
Status| Concerned

'Yes, for this little gamble you call which side you believe will land face up. But of course the best time to call such a bet is when the coin is already flipped...'

"Really? Now you tell me Seto," Primat spoke gleefully with a short laugh at Seto's remark. That would be something he would need to keep in mind for the future when playing such games, especially when Seto was around. Though, he supposed he was happy that he now knew that. In the future he wouldn't make such a mistake like that again. After all, for all he knew...Seto could have said that after he chose because he was trying to trick Primat. Though, Primat shook the weary and over-cautious thought aside. Even though he did overthink, he needed to not do it as often. Just like he had done so, now. The least that could come from it was that it couldn't happen as often or a frequently if he tried to catch himself in the act of overthinking and being over-cautious. At least in the future, I should catch myself when I start overthinking. Hopefully that is, if I remember.

Primat was stunted out of his thoughts when he looked upwards, towards the approaching figure. It...was Kyrel. Not wanting to give away his thoughts or feeling about Kyrel, Primat tried ti suppress his emotions...or at least his dislike of the Master of Ren. Seto wouldn't notice, as he had no quarrel with Primat. Though Kyrel did have quarrel with him, their was absolutely no doubt about that. Primat secretly hoped that Kyrel would leave quickly, without asking too much or saying too much to him.

His glacier blue eyes fixated themselves among the Master of Ren's face, as he approached the pair and stopped to speak to the two of them. His arms remained at his sides as Kyrel began to speak to the two of them. At first, Primat was put off guard by Kyrel's small smile and by his, generally, nice attitude to the pair of them. But, his looks were deceiving. He knew it had been too good to be true, though he had not realized exactly why Kyrel had come over. Now, however, he knew why. And he dreaded it, though not physically showing it, mentally he was panicking at the words that Kyrel had uttered forth from his mouth.

'I am sorry to cut this short, but may I speak with Primat for a moment. I will bring him back to your game. But there is a matter he and I need to discuss alone.'

'There is a matter he and I need to discuss alone,' what...the hell does he mean? Does he know about me and Varas? Is he going to get back at me for insulting him and moving against him in the Throne Room? Or is he going to try and attack me, somehow, for 'betraying' him in the Throne Room? Chit. Primat didn't know what to think at this moment, or even at all. His mind and thoughts were a jumble of questions and concerns and worries. He wasn't shaking entirely, but his hands shook subtly at the gesture from Kyrel. To stop his hands, he clasped them in one another, ceasing their movements entirely. He was at a loss for what to say, for what to do. Primat knew that he couldn't leave, if he did so things would look suspicious, and he didn't want Kyrel to think he had won over him. At all. However, whatever words he did try to utter to speak to the Master of Ren, nothing came out. His mouth felt dry, and his lips wouldn't open. Palms sweating, Primat tried to force out a few words to Kyrel's query. Trying...to not look suspicious or panicked. "Yeah, yeah definitely we can discuss something...what, whatever you want...Master Kyrel."

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel took a delight in the fear he sensed in Primat. He waited till the man had gotten from the table, looking to the former Imperial Inquisitor. Giving a cold smile, as he waited for the man to get up. He paid no attention to the time of celebration. It was a perfect time to deal with Primat. He was no fool, he had sensed what thoughts were in the man's mind. He may have been strong in the Force, but he did not shield his thoughts from him. The hate, the disgust. It was all there easily read through the Force. He led the man away from the main celebration. The music, and the lights growing dimmer as they stepped outside onto a balcony. A place to where he could have a chat with the man alone, a place where he could make his point clear, and to where no one would disturb the two.

He started with his tone sounding crueler. "I sense your fear Primat, I sense every thought you have. Your hate against me, your feelings towards Varas." He paused as he revealed that he knew of the two together, that he would give him some words to heed. Some words should he wish to become stronger in the dark side. "Yes I know of how you feel for her, and what she in turn feels for you. Now while it would please me to see my legacy continue. I would offer words of warning. You see this relationship as strength when in actuality is a weakness. It could be exploited. Be it Sith or Ren alike with the dark side. But even as it could be exploited. Listen well, such a weakness will hold you back, hold her back. If you wish to explore the deeper secrets of the dark side. You must eventually give up what you hold dear. If you do not someone will eventually use it to break you, and force you to make a choice."

He couldn't help but smirk, for he had known it all too well. He had known that an attachment does not grant one in the dark side strength, that was a fool's notion. It was only a weakness to be used as a weapon to be turned into by one's enemies. Lord Vader knew of such things, and had cut out all such connection for the twenty years he ruled. He was stronger and wiser for it. Kyrel, in turn, learned of such a thing, it would not benefit the young man in the long run. "I suggest you think carefully about that bond. If you want to grow more powerful you might want to rethink on what that will bring you. If it were me, I would sever such a bond. Break you in order to make you strong. Prevent such a connection from holding you back from your true potential." He finished not breaking eye contact with the man, hoping that he would find clarity to his words.

[member="Primat Ren"] [member="Seto Du Couteau"] @Racosidae [member="Marriskcal Lati"] [member="Eighth Guard"] [member="Varas Ren"]

 

[Varian Alaric]

Location| Grand Hall, Bastion of Ren, Virgillia
Objective| Talking with Kyrel
Equipment| 1x Lightsaber(crimson)
With| [member="Varas Ren"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Eighth Guard"] | [member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="Doran Ren"] |
Status| Threatened

Primat followed closely behind the Steward of Ren, his mind buzzing with thousands of thoughts about what this 'talk' could be about. He didn't want Kyrel to talk to him, about anything at all. He wouldn't go as far as to say he hated the man, though he did greatly dislike the man. From how he had never treated Varas as his daughter, to him sitting on the Supreme Leader's throne, to how he had tried to wrest control in the Throne Room those few months ago. He wouldn't go as far as to say he was disgusted by the man, though he was not overly fond of the Master of Ren, Kyrel Ren.

He knew things were going to go downhill in the worst of ways once Kyrel had led him out onto the balcony, leaving the two 'secluded' from everyone else. They were still in plain sight of everyone of course, though it was now nigh impossible to hear them due to the distance away they were from the rest of the group. Primat leaned his back against the right side of the balcony, leaving the Steward to take up the left side of the balcony if he wanted to do so. His arms folded over each other, across his chest as he tried to mentally prepare himself for what Kyrel would say next. He didn't know what the man would say, and yet the anticipation and tension he felt alone was enough to make the man extremely nervous and jittery. Thus was the reason he folded his arms over his chest, on one hand to his his shaking hands and on the other hand to appear stoic and courageous in the presence of Kyrel right now.

"I sense your fear Primat, I sense every thought you have. Your hate against me, your feelings towards Varas."

All of the words that Kyrel spoke to Primat set him on edge, however it was his last few words that made his eyes jump from the stone brick floor of the balcony...to the shadowed face of the Steward of Ren. He knows? But, how? Their is no way he knows everything, right? Primat didn't even have enough time to think about the Ren's words before the man began to speak once more to Primat. As Kyrel continued to speak, it set Primat more and more on edge. He didn't know what to think of the man's words, nothing came to mind save for his emotional distress at the situation. He was angry, fearful, and confused. Primat didn't believe that he was over-thinking the situation at all, even though he normally did so. He brushed aside his concerns with how he overthought stuff in an instant, instead referring to rely on his instinct's and emotions alone. What the Master of Ren, Kyrel, might have thought as wise advice to give the young disciple...was seen as anything so to him. To Primat, the man was threatening him and not giving 'advice' or 'help' of any sort as he had first sounded like he would be when the two had first talked on he balcony. "You...you're threatening me, here and now, where you claim their is no bad blood!? I see through your words, you're threatening me for being with her. You're threatening me for standing up against you, hu? Payback for the Throne Room I bet. I would you ever think that I would sever my bond with Varas? I...will never do that, I would be unable to live with myself if I ever did that. And I would never want to put her through that!"

 

[Armand Temi]

Varas had not joined the feast in the great dining hall at the Ren Bastion, not because she was fashionably late or because she’d made other plans, but because she’d sequestered herself in her quarters after the cruise on the Carbonite Contessa.

An itchy anxiety plagued her, one that caused restlessness one moment and ennui the next.

Oh she wanted to see Primat again, desperately so, to glimpse his striking blue eyes and the way they would both smirk at each other at the memory of what had occurred in a deserted room on the luxury liner. And finally that desire to be near him propelled her to put on thin layer of lipstick and finally leave her room to join the others. It was likely dessert was being served, but hunger almost always fled her when she was near her brother Ren.

Wearing somber attire, Varas walked into the room and as she scanned it, she gazed upon the all of the notable Ren and Praetorian Guards.

Where was…?

Oh kark me!

Her heart sank, a wave of dread rolling down in her stomach as though on a steep descent to a planet’s surface, when she saw her father talking to Primat off on a balcony. She could only see a sliver of each of them, but after a quick scan of the Force surrounding each of them, the clone knew it was a tense moment.

Varas dashed over to them, her sharp, staccato bootsteps signaling her arrival.

“What’s going on over here?” she asked her voice fraught with apprehension. “I will not let you kill him, Father. Primat and I are… yes, we’ve grown close, but it’s all my fault. Do not punish him!”

Yes she was jumping to conclusions but it was easy to see that nothing good would come of the pair of them on a balcony high up in the Bastion with jagged rocks below.

[member="Primat Ren"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Eighth Guard"] | [member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="Doran Ren"] ​

 

[Kyrel Ren]

He couldn't help but laugh at the boy, he was speaking perhaps absolute nonsense. Of course he may have had misgivings about him, and felt that his daughter deserved better. But if she was happy with him, he could careless. What he was talking about was only a warning. A warning that was a flaw amongst most dark siders. Attachment, sentiment. He had studied many dark siders who had given way to such notions, and all the while every time he knew what would happen to the both of them. One wouldn't be able to progress, to embrace the fundamental nature of the dark side. This attachment would only inspire weakness and would bring about their downfall. He knew it because several times he became close to risking such things himself. All the while that everytime he pulled himself away from it all. He became stronger in the dark side. An untapped potential that was like a raging storm, not yet harnessed.

Looking at him with a cold stare. He spoke. "You think this about my personal hatred for you boy... No no. You see in time you will learn that the bond you share with her, will ultimately be your downfall. If not your enemies will use that against you, you will not embrace your full potential if you weren't bound to such chains. But perhaps I should leave that to you to find out instead of warning you."

THen Varas appeared, not to much of Kyrel's surprise who stopped, and waited and spoke once more. "Yes it is Varas... YOu should know better of course, but then again you didn't. Primat and yourself will one day face the consequences of such an attachment. I won't be the one to carry out such dealings. But you must learn where this path will take you both."

[member="Varas Ren"] [member="Primat Ren"] [member="Seto Du Couteau"] [member="Marriskcal Lati"]