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Business deals and Tion feels (Her Ladyship)

Jorus Merrill

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@[member="Darth Kyros"]

It wasn't terribly often that Jorus found himself nervous to enter a meeting. Spacer trash that he was, he'd still done his time in business settings. As majority shareholder of Silk Holdings, that sort of thing was required of him pretty frequently, despite his useful distance from the firm's operation. And yet it wasn't often he had to meet with a Sith Lord.

Even though one of his subsidiaries shared ownership with the Emperor Himself, one didn't cross Kyros.

Wetting his lips, he opened the hatch to the boardroom aboard the Daragon, the huge, state-of-the-art exploration ship that he and his wife had called home until her disappearance. To find her, he would embrace every source of information and assets.

"Lady Kyros, I'm Jorus Merrill." He steeled himself and rounded the table to offer a hand. "Welcome aboard the Daragon, an' thanks for bein' willing to meet with me."
 
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She was not seated when he entered, truth be told she rarely sat. Instead she stood at the head of the table, staring toward the hatch he came through. Although difficult to discern at first there was a multitude of Tuk’ata roaming the room, numbering at around ten of the fine Korribanian specimens. What would be easily recognisable; however, were the two towering humanoids, one at each shoulder yet a foot back, lax wings hanging lazily. The Stenax were a formidable sight, yet the way the woman who stood before them held herself suggested that they were not there to protect her, nor really were they there to intimidate. They’re here to learn their place. Of course the man before her would not know that.

Her gaze slid to the hand, and when it seemed as though she would ignore it she did something strange; she took the hand within her own, the way gentlemen would greet one another. Kyros was nothing if not proper in the eyes of guests or those she would do business with… Until they gave her reason to do otherwise, of course.

Jorus…” For a moment she allowed the word to roll from her tongue, before a single nod escaped her. “A formidable vessel, your own creation? Ah but let us not squander our time; what is it you would have us discuss?” Of course, Kyros knew why they were here but she wanted to hear it from his own lips, with his own voice. Business relied on communication, and she wanted to ensure he understood, that they were on the same or at least a similar page.
 

Jorus Merrill

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@[member="Darth Kyros"]

"My wife's creation -- and a finer shipwright never flew the skies. I ain't nothin' next to her, though I've done my share of ships folks call decent." He did his best not to gape, flinch, grimace or whine that his lovely conference room, including the lovely table on which his lovely wife had done lovely things on several lovely occasions, was entirely covered in three-hundred-pound semi-sentient Sith Hounds. He'd fought Tuk'ata before, and had a healthy respect for how fast they could reduce him to a smallish pile of bone splinters.

But that was the point, or one of them. "With a substantial and well-earned onfederate bounty on my head, Lady Kyros, I figure I'm in need of a good dog, an' investin' in Tuk'ata always struck me as a half-decent idea if done right." He nodded amiably to the huge winged humanoids. "I'm glad we could hit a few birds with one stone. Been a while since I hit up the Bastion area, though I did design their modular shipyards when it was the Imperial Remnant runnin' things in that corner of stuff. Those Bastionish opportunities you mentioned struike my fancy. Can you tell me more?"

The ship got underway.
 
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She could not help but smile, gesturing to two of the Tuk'ata which lay obediently at her heels. For a moment she considered the notion that he was married - it did not bother her, not one bit... Infact, she couldn't help but think of how beneficial this additional piece of knowledge would be in the long run. Of course she did not speak her mind on this, instead she made a gesture with her hand and the two Tuk'ata, one male the other its mate, made their way towards him. "Tuk'ata I can get you, consider these two a gift. They will not fight you, only for you." She had, of course, messed with their minds a little to achieve this level of obedience, and transferring such allegiance over had tired them out at present. Kyros, however, was unflinching, and still retained a slighter of influence over their minds - only for as long as they were reaching agreements, of course.

"Ah, yes, Bastion. My old grounds." She finally made a move to sit, shifting one of the Tuk'ata from the chair in order to do so. The beastly predator did not seem to mind her shooing, and obediently settled at her feet instead. "As you know, I seek to come to some arrangements where business proposals are concerned, and -- do sit, won't you? -- I thought you might wish to see what you would be... Investing in." Reclining back ever so slightly in the chair she watched him from where he stood. "From Iego to Korriban, Felucia to Bal'demnic... Even Bastion is still a planet within my influence, after all I appointed everyone who is present there... Ah, and you may like Bastion..." Studying his expression to allow for a moments pause she finally added;

"So what say you, Jorus? Would you like a tour of the 'estate' and all I have to offer?"

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Jorus Merrill

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@[member="Darth Kyros"]

"I would, Your Grace," he said with a shallow bow, dirty spacer-boot-heels clacking. One didn't last this long running around the galaxy without at least some idea of how to play different levels of decorum and society. And one didn't wear spacer clothes for this many years without sabotaging any sense of good grace and propriety. His decorum fluctuated like Circe Savan's marital status. "This ship is really fast -- we'll be there in only a couple of hours. If you'll excuse me for a bit, I've got a little business to take care of."

As the Daragon shot through hyperspace, Jorus retreated to the HoloNet comm suite and issued a few no-going-back kinds of orders.

The massive profits from his Sith Empire kolcta deals went sploosh as he rather wistfully bought out the other shareholders. First his wife, vanished who knew where; he'd spent an awful lot of money trying to track her down. But with her gone, them married, and her legal heir being little Mara, Droghedan inheritance law let him pay market price to his wife's accounts. Wherever she was, maybe she'd use them.

Rather than forty-five percent, he now owned ninety percent of Silk Holdings, the company he and Alna had built from scratch. And that gave him majority, enough to buy out the minority shareholder. Qae Shena, ten percent, fair market value. Qae hadn't been seen in an even longer time.

A new sort of life settled on his shoulders, compressed his spine, squeezed his eyes shut. He forced his way past his regrets by channelling them into the Force. Kyros would feel a very odd Force signature as Jorus exercised the one power he possessed.

The Daragon could go 0.5. With Jorus on the job, it could go 0.2.

They were at Bastion very, very soon.
 
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She settled back in the seat with a nod of her head and simply said "Bastion it is, then", knowing full well that he understood the implications of this. It was not the first time they had discussed matters concerning the estate, hence the preparations which had already been set into place, mining certain ores and collecting various... Things. But to see it all coming together, to see the eudaimonia of their efforts, was exhilarating...

... And so too was the sudden jostled movement of the ship as she felt the tug of its sudden jump accompanied with the distinct taste of the Force. With a small smile she rose up and made her way through the ship in order to find Jorus. As she wandered she sent out a call to @[member='Arthos Vynea'], whom she had stationed in Bastion's sector, imploring him to meet with them soon. He would be the only one until things settled. Save for one other.

Of course, Thyrian was no more at present, he had passed in a recent skirmish, yet all preparations had been made for his revivification... The Kaminoans had done as promised, and remained in her service, alongside various other doctors and alchemists. All that they needed now was someone powerful enough to transfer his being into it. She knew exactly who, and would have to do so before slipping under the radar... Soon, she knew.

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Arthos Vynea

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Arthos was unfamiliar with Imperial customs, but in truth he didn't need to be familiar with them to handle the simple job of sit and wait. If he found it beneath him, he didn't mention it, and instead took the time to focus on his meditations. To meditate on his passions as he focused on the rage within, on the feelings that grew daily. With eyes closed the Zabrak sat in an empty room, devoid of all things, even light. The warm peach skin of the Sith was shadowed by the darkness of the room as he allowed his awareness to move outwards looking always inwards as much as out, his passion like the brewing of a storm as it surrounded him, warming him from within.

it was during one of his meditations that he felt the call of his Master, and sent his ship hurtling through hyperspace towards Bastion. She had called him, he had no choice but to answer, he'd allow none other the chance to take his place. The thought sent his mind to darker places as the anger built, the continual feeling of barely holding onto something was not as much eating at him as making him harder. She was his Master, and she would continue to be, no matter the cost.

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Jorus Merrill

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@[member="Darth Kyros"] was welcome aboard the Daragon, but it wasn't often that a Sith Lord gained that privilege. Most of his dealings with her had been as, well, a reputable but relatively unimportant contractor, helping set up mining operation coordination on Gromas and Bal'demnic. The dead man she now pondered had been alive then.

Kyros found Jorus on the compact bridge of the heavily automated personal transport. It required only a crew of two, though it was the size of a frigate. It had...basically infinite amounts of room for efforts like this. The bridge, though, only needed to fit two. She found him reclining in the pilot's chair, tossing a baseball up and catching it repeatedly. To the eyes of the Force, he was blazing.

"Come on in," he said as if very far away. "We'll be there in about five minutes."

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She felt the acceptance of Arthos to do his job as instructed and nodded silently to herself as she roamed the ship, Skydd slinking in her shadows as she did so. He had taken to following her around ever since Thyrian fell, and she suspected some form of agreement between the pair. Either way it mattered not, the way he was robed made it seem as though her humble giant was following her even now. But this gave her an idea for the next part of their plan.

When she reached the area that Jorus was in she smiled ever so slightly. "I have a gift for you, Captain. I will never be objective with you during these negotiations again if you follow my next request..." Bringing out a set of dark robes, the exact same as Skydd was wearing, she offered them out to him, the cowl of the hood able to keep his face shadowed. "Wear these before we descend." She had given Arthos similar, and he had been instructed to likewise wear them. Kara, however, would not be changing.

I care not if I am implemented, but it would harm Jorus' company and Arthos' position in the CIS. No, she knew better than to destroy things that she required. Using the Vhailor they made their way down to the surface where hopefully Arthos would be waiting, and both of them should be fully garbed. Now wasn't the time for making mistakes. They would each look as Skydd did, and by revealing him should anyone seem suspicious she could confirm that they were simply droids in her service...

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Jorus Merrill

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@[member="Darth Kyros"]

The Daragon closed in on Bastion, and Jorus rose briefly from his chair to slip on the dark robe that marked him as one among the Sith Lord's personal retinue. The sleek vessel transmitted Kyros's codes and was granted deference and clearance. The Pathfinder-class was, after all, excellent, a favored personal transport for the extremely wealthy.

The Daragon touched down on a private, high-quality landing pad not far from their destination. When a ruling member of the Empire visited, one pulled out all the stops, and a simple request to avoid formal escort kept them from being met by an honor guard of stormtroopers. Pulling up his robe's hood, Jorus the 'Sith' descended the ramp.
 

Arthos Vynea

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Clothed in robes Arthos met the Vhailor as it arrived on Bastion his walking up the ramp before the occupants descended Arthos met his Master knelt on his knees meditating when she moved to exit her ship. His mind focused on the vacuum left behind as he pushed his force signature deeper inside of him, a hidden reserve of rage, and passion just beneath the surface. The soft echos of his words met his Master as she exited, words only for her mind alone as they were echoed silently by his lips. Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me. Focused so intently on his defenses as to not let a single member of a planet crawling with Sith hear the slightest echo so his disguise could not be pierced he waited for her, as he always did, patiently.

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Valik

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The trio of businessmen upon arrival would find a tall, albeit skinny Zeltron man, with apprentice robes and a saber on his on his belt.

"Lady Kyros" Valik addressed her, not bothering to bow or show any other such protocols normally associated with one of his apparent rank. "A fellow calling himself 'The Alchemist' instructed me to tell he got your message, and that you had his full support." The zelton said as he joined the men in stride to their destination.

"Some of the details were apparently lost in translation, but he said he trusted you enough to follow your lead."
 
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Good... This was very good. When she moved down from the ramp she spotted her obedient Apprentice knelt to the side. None of the others knew who he was, nor did they need to, they merely had to trust her judgement on this one. As for the Zeltron she gauged the meaning behind the words and nodded her head just once. "Very well, with me." With a glance to Jorus to ensure he was ready she made her way across the dusty path toward the fortress. Upon sighting her the guards saluted and the door was opened, without even a passing comment on her entourage. After all, it was well known she kept an 'army of minions'.

A few servants stepped forward, mumbling to her "The Governor is out at present," but she waved a hand to shoo them and shrugged. "I am here on official business, see that you return to your duties." The servants bowed their heads and hurried off, knowing better than to make her say something twice. None halted her again as she made her way through the fortress and toward the Archives. This was all too easy, given her former stance here, and the fact that at present* the person in charge was an officer of her choosing, after all no one had yet to take her official position on Bastion.

[* Note, this was begun before Balaya had control of Bastion.]

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Jorus Merrill

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His Force presence, he had heard, was an odd and quiet one. More than once, he'd pondered a deception very much like this. And there had been that memorable occasion involving Alna and the lightwhip-

But thinking about his wife engendered a sadness that was detrimental to the situation. So he kept his robe up and moved on. @[member="Darth Kyros"]' clearance got them into the archives for inspection.

His former associate Velok had done deadly things with the archives on Rudrig, simply by befriending the dissatisfied chief archivist, Dissero. It only went to show that subterfuge was the art of doing feth all, convincingly. So he walked with purpose but not haste, his only weapon a small double-ended lightsabre that rattled on his belt.
 

Valik

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Valik, an unnamed Zeltron Sith Apprentice with dubious records on file, continued onwards with Lady Kyros and her business associate. The Sith Lord cleared them of most all suspicion, but the Sith as an organization were naturally suspicious, and the not-oft seen Zeltron and business associate probably made a few take notice. The look on Kyros's face howver was that of a true SIth Lord, and one not to be trifled with, so they recieved no trouble. Perhaps after their business was concluded one would speak out on what they had seen, but that was the nature of the game, and why Valik had spend the time to turn his hair blue and skin red, like that silly Jedi that used to give them trouble.

Altogether, Valik was very interested to see what his part was in all of this, as well as what the lady was concocting in general. She was an uncommon breed in the Empire, one with not only strength, but intelligence and wit as well. Under the right circumstances she would be quite to the formidible foe. Something he felt the Empire would soon feel, if that not already learned their lesson.
 

Arthos Vynea

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Silently the Zabrak rose and followed his Master down the ramp, not a word was exchanged, and nor was it needed. He was here, he had obeyed. He didn't react to either the Zeltron nor the other robed figure as he followed, his movements like a shadow behind his Master. It was only his second time in Sith space, and he was an unfamiliar with the Empire's customs but he hoped they mirrored his own Master. Watching as they moved he made notes within his own mind as the Sith scattered before her words without a moment of challenge, how big was she in the greater soecity of the Sith, where did her influence began and end?
 
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Onward she continued, through into the archives. Therein she halted, and turned her gaze throughout the desolate area, devoid of all save one lifeform. "Lady Vi'dreya" the elderly woman said, rising to formality at the sight of the former governor. "The Marshal is away at present, but I'm sure he will be back soon." Out of mild respect for this woman Kyros had not interrupted her, but now she simply smiled a grim smile and said "It's not the Marshal I am here to see. Go and fetch me Lysi." The old woman nodded her head and scurried off, searching for the head of Bastion's servants.

Now they were alone, with the only guards on the other side of the door. The question now was how to go about this; there was so much on offer... But she held sway here, and a few false words would do wonders. Even if they internally thought her false they could not go against a Sith Lord of the Empire, not directly, nor would they dare act against her before she had left... And that was all the time she required. When the man she had summoned appeared she simply turned to him and said "Gather a dozen of your hardest workers, have them come here immediately. The Empire is requiring the resources stored here at Bastion to be shipped across to Korriban for scribing and research purposes. Once copied they will be returned, for now the master copies will be of more use there than in this dusty archive where they fail to be used."

The old woman bit her lip but the tone Kyros used was one she had heard many times before - it held no compromise, and was so self sure that it had the archivist believing at least some of the tale she had been presented with. Kyros knew that she would follow this up, but for now her life was worth more than the dusty records and artifacts held within Bastion's archives. Turning to the pseudo droids and slaves she simply said; "You're to assist the men Lysi brings in escorting the items to the ship, ready for transportation to Korriban." Again her tone gave off the impression that these were mere subordinates, despite the fact that one happened to be her former Master, and still a steadfast mentor to the young woman, and the other her recent business partner. She knew they would understand the necessity of this, however.

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Jorus Merrill

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@[member="Darth Kyros"] @[member="Valik"] @[member="Arthos Vynea"]

The robed and hooded smuggler bowed deeply. "Yes, my master," he said, and it surprised him how well the affectation suited him. A little unsettled, he began aiding the droids and servants in transporting the most powerful artifacts in the Empire to the Daragon. Much as he disliked having Dark Side relics and other such items aboard, her word was to be obeyed. That was the nature of keeping cover.

As the holds began to fill with crates and carefully packaged holocrons and so forth, Jorus went up to the transport's bridge and began to run through a full preflight diagnostic, keeping a weather eye on comms. Kyros could call at any time. Through the internal security systems, he watched with a growing frown as the Sith Lord's stewardship began to pile up in his not-exactly-pristine-but-rather-nice cargo spaces. The Daragon had several, some of them heavily insulated. It wouldn't do to let something slip aboard. And, away from the line of sight of anyone in the cargo holds, a handful of trusted Rebels with Omega bolters waited. Just in case.
 

Arthos Vynea

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Following the group of workers into the archive the eyes of the Zabrak widened as he gazed around at the room full of knowledge. Triangular holorcrons, Sith artifacts, and various writings were stored throughout the room. With exaggerated care the workers started deactivated security systems around each as Arthos watched with feigned disinterest. A pair of hand controlled lifts were brought into the room as each artifact was packed into it's own custom made box. Greedy eyes drank in the sight wondering at the knowledge that could be found there, the teachings he could learn from each one, and even the history of the true Sith.

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And thus they began. Kyros stood to one side while the slaves, droids and her own men prepared transportation crates and began to move them to the ship that Jorus had gone to prepare. Between the host of individuals she had acquired here the overall exertion would not take long at all. Repulsor lifts allowed for swift and effective movement of valuables, and her gaze soaked in the sight of so much lore, so much history, so many resources, making their way from the Archives. Turning to the woman and Lysi she simply said “There were a few of my valuables left here during the move, see to it that they are gathered from my former quarters. Xavier’s belongings, too.” That would keep them off her back for a while; it would be a shame to have to put them down should they think to stop her.

She took a holocron from the top of a crate and turned it over in her hand. None could compare to the first she came into contact with, that which held knowledge that she had sought for so long, which paid a blood price for any who sought to use it. The death she had almost faced then was the most rewarding, it had empowered her… And the holocron itself still remained within her possession; perhaps it was time to bring it back out, and learn to create a beast with the aid of Valik. A subtle smile crept upon her face as she turned and slipped the holocron she had taken into her other hand. Its weight was nothing compared to most, such a small thing… But she knew better than to judge knowledge by the size of the tome it came within, so to speak.
 
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