Private Corre, Corre

[Fiolette Yvarro]

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Fiolette wasn't entirely sure what it was that she was going to be doing. What she did know was that Darth Carnifex and Darth Prazutis had requested that she see them. She was sure the report of her showing up on Anoat had made its way around. She arrived in a white leather jacket, with a gray colored top it mirrored her old uniform. Beneath it a simple black t-shirt, and a pair of leather pants. Cigarra between her fingers, and sunglasses hung off her black shirt as she was escorted into the temple? Palace? Palace, she determined by the looks of it. The choice of venue was certainly opulent almost as if it had been chosen for a distinct purpose. Fiolette couldn't shake the feeling that something was afoot. As she was escorted into an office, that was a massive library or at least possessed one.

"My lord," greeted Fiolette with a respectful bow, she pushed loose strands of red hair out of her face. "You wished to see me, you mentioned that you had a few schematics for me to go over?" Why she was chosen was... a mystery, there were now capable officers who could examine these details surely. Perhaps it was a matter of trust, or maybe Carnifex was going to build a super weapon. "Where is your uncle? Forgive the familiarity, I was told that he would be here as well." She wasn't sure if she was supposed to sit or not, combat boots crossed the opulent floors toward the Dark Lord himself. "Mind if I light up?" She gestured to her cigarra, it had been a welcome habit since her return, the way it soothed her nerves especially.

Taeli Raaf

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[Darth Carnifex]

The office was spacious, a wide floor plan bordered by tier platforms where rows upon rows of holobooks, flimsiplast tomes, and datacrons sat neatly on broad shelves. Darth Carnifex sat at a desk made of chiseled stone, a remnant of a wall that had been pried loose from the old Jedi Temple that had once existed on Coruscant; the very same temple the One Sith burned and demolished to make way for their own Sith Temple. Some of the Jedi inscriptions still remained, a memento to what had once been.

Behind the Dark Lord was a sprawling mosaic of scenes and characters depicted through a primarily metaphorical art style, one that took a great emphasis on sharp, angular lines. The symbolism was evident for any who knew their history, especially that of the Sith. The Dark Lord reveled in the history of His forebearers, and went to great lengths to decorate His domain with their icons and tapestries. Even on His desk, Fiolette would see various trinkets and baubles hearkening back to the ancient days of the early Sith.

"I am pleased that you have come, Lord Admiral." The Dark Lord's voice was velvety and hypnotic, a deep rumbling bass that welled up through the Galidraani's bones. "There is a particular schematic I desire you to lend your expertise towards. Lord Prazutis will be delivering it shortly, I can sense him near." The familiarity with which the Lord Admiral spoke was forgiven, she had at the very least earned the right. Her desire to smoke was also approved, for while the Dark Lord Himself did not partake in such things; it mattered little that Fiolette did.

Carnifex steepled His fingers, watching both Fiolette and the door simultaneously.

Waiting.

Fiolette Yvarro | Taeli Raaf
Darth Prazutis ​

 

[Darth Prazutis]

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In his wake the world stopped, crowds parted and hearts stopped dead in their tracks. There was all the inevitability of fate in his walk, supreme confidence in one who reigned over everything around him. Even through the tightest security checkpoints in any one of their palace's, none would dare stand in his way. As the Shadow Hand passed through the halls many fell to their knees in absolute fealty, others slammed fists to their chest while even more still thrust their hands skyward in the iron fisted salute eager to show their devotion to the Kainate. The Red Guard were everywhere in their sleek plate, crimson cloaks clasped on their shoulders they enforced order, and where they stopped the black armored Crownguard began. "The realm beyond poses a unique opportunity once you peer beyond the curtain." The Mortarch said as he turned a corner and proceeded down a long hallway, deep in the royal residence for the Zambrano Family and its retainers.

The walls were a deep black marble with matching gold trim reminiscent of the grandiose residence in their former seat of power Vain Hollow. The walls were covered with beautiful murals, mosaics carved into the very stone itself depicting scenes on one side of the Sith Order, and the other of House Zambrano itself. They were united through the display as it climbed like a spider's web through the ceiling, marrying the two designs. Some may gleam the history from one side or the other, only a certain few would comprehend the whole. "Before you make your decision allow me to present you with the material so far, I believe your unique expertise can help. I understand the misgivings you've had in the past. But I do believe you will find the results most...interesting." The silver tongued voice of the Lord of Lies, the Great Deceiver was of a nature compared to mesmerizing, hypnotic even by many. It was what drew so many into his world where they would never return.

"My nephew is waiting with the results just through here." The giant added as he finally reached a door at the end of the hallway, he pulled it open with the slightest wave of his hand, and swept inside ensuring his bulk covered the entirety of the door, before he would lead the Lady of Secrets within and step off to the side once they crossed the threshold.

Darth Carnifex | Fiolette Yvarro | Taeli Raaf ​

 

[Taeli Raaf]

"We've had this discussion before, Braxus," would come the no doubt expected reply from the companion walking beside the Mortarch. It had been a game of theirs since the incident on Asation. He would offer her the opportunity to assist with the research upon the contained Lotek'k and its offspring, and each time she would decline. It had been one of the very few experiments that she had felt was a mistake, but she did appreciate the game as every time it was always a new presentation. A new data set that would tug at her resolve before she inevitably turned it aside.

She had been through these halls so many times over the decades that she had learned to ignore the opulence and the constant guards and their fealty, focused on their conversation as they weaved their way to Kaine's office. Half of her mind still admired the mosaic work of the Sith history and that of House Zambrano, and she always seemed to catch some new detail that was added by the artisans that served the Zambranos. Still... there was a nagging feeling that something else was up though.

"And while I am happy to look over the research data, I'm not interested in..." her voice would trail off as they stepped into the office, and amethyst eyes would first see the seated Kaine behind the desk, and then her... then Fiolette. "...what is this?"

The same feelings from Anoat would well up rapidly: the joy of seeing someone she thought forever gone back among the living and the extreme anger and hurt she had suffered at her hands and actions. She would whirl to look at Braxus, but the larger man had been strategic in his positioning once she stepped over the threshold into the office. She couldn't leave without going through him.

She would turn back to Kaine and... Fiolette, eyes hardening in suspicion.

Darth Carnifex Fiolette Yvarro Darth Prazutis

 

[Fiolette Yvarro]

When Darth Carnifex mentioned that he was having Darth Prazutis bring up the schematics. Fiolette had no idea that he meant her ex-wife, Taeli Raaf and while sure, Fiolette did take perhaps more joy than she should have out of their last encouter at Anoat. The Galidraani didn't exactly think that she'd be facing her again, and she whirled on her own accord. The Dark Lord of the Sith blocked the other door, pushing her lips to the side she turned back on her heels. "I see," she acknowledged and looked at Taeli then at the Dark Lord's uncle, a rather formidable man himself. She exhaled hard and took in another breath. Fio placed her hands on her hips, "Carnifex, Prazutis." She greeted them, not that she hadn't but this was more... more related to that feeling she had. She had one 'pulled over her eyes' so to speak. "I am going to hazard, a rather, educational guess that the schematics you mentioned just happened to be my ex-wife."

It didn't take much brilliance to deduce that, "although, I cannot imagine as to why." Actually she could, it would certainly be in the favor of a particular subfaction to bring them, them being her and her ex-wife together. The two women hadn't seen each other in thirty, forty years, and the last they had left off. Fiolette took off with two of their three children and left behind divorce papers. "You do understand that while I have crawled my way back from the Nether. I do recall that I was the one who wanted a divorce, and I did so without so much as a word to her. I blindsided her, I imagine anyway with such papers."

Fio dared to look Taeli in the eyes, her own azure gaze locked onto those amethyst orbs. There was so much swhirling behind it, and if she hadn't already been able to feel it. The sensation on her skin told her everything, and no, it wasn't the fun sort of sensation they had in mind when they initially tattooed each other. Fiolette's heart pounded against her chest and she could feel her blood pressure rise. She supposed that part was the good thing, it meant more of her was coming together. If there was ever a time to light up her cigarra, it was now, so Fiolette brought it up to her lips. Flicking her thumb up toward the cigarra, she took in a long drag. Feeling the burn of the addictive nicotine curl through her lungs, she released the smoke from her lips and nostrils. "Do you have any idea the kind of pain I have caused?" It was an accuastion toward both the men in the room.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Your perception is unerring, Lady Yvarro."

The Dark Lord rose, His shadow falling across both Fiolette and Taeli alike. In the past the two had been formidable and inseparable, but had grown apart for reasons the Dark Lord had never truly bothered to grasp. The meaning mattered little, the reuniting was more important than the cause. Once, He'd ministered their union and became godfather to their children, a position He still held in relation to Taeli's half at the very least.

"Pain," rumbled Carnifex, "Is the catalyst for evolution, the scalpel of creation. Through such agony are certain truths revealed." He walked around the side of the desk, coming to stand closer to both Fiolette and Taeli. "And it is these truths that define us, my dears. The pain and ecstasy of rebirth, it's beauty and it's horror, marks you in a way known only to those who have likewise suffered the apotheosis. It changes your perception irrevocably, you can no longer be among those who have yet to taste death's bite."

His eyes shifted from Fiolette to Taeli. "The pain of betrayal resonates deep as well, does it not? It's truths are etched upon the heart and the mind. Through such agony are we bound, invisibly tethered." His mouth curled into a demure smile, but within it held the potential for viciousness and cruelty.

"How did your heart and mind respond, Lady Raaf?"

Fiolette Yvarro | Taeli Raaf | Darth Prazutis ​

 

[Fiolette Yvarro]

Fiolette exhaled hard, and felt heat rising up the back of her neck. The dark cog in her chest churned unnecessarily due to the rise in emotion, and so she looked around. Walked really, her gait ever so slightly off from what it had been. When she found a seat, the Admiral rested herself. Whatever it was Taeli had to say she could not fault her. However uncomfortable it would be was necessary it was the sort of conversation that they should've had over thirty years ago. Yet here they were, with two dark lords on either side ensuring that they talked this through.

What a laugh some people would have if they knew. Fio winced slightly a hand over her chest, she cleared her throat and again exhaled. "Right, yes, of course." She acknowledged what Kaine had said although she comprehended little of it. Something about pain, and renewal, beauty and horror of it all. "Please," Fiolette said with a motion of her hand, her voice as sincere and genuine as ever. Her attention solely on Taeli's, her azure gaze softening as she waited for whatever it was Taeli had to say.

Taeli Raaf | Darth Prazutis | Darth Carnifex ​

 

[Taeli Raaf]

The glare she would shoot Darth Carnifex , the Black Iron Tyrant, the Butcher King, one of the Dark Lords of the Sith, would typically have sent anyone running to hide on a nondescript planet in the Unknown Regions. Even He had expressed unease when her irritation flared, and she made a pointed effort to avoid the gaze of... the gaze of Fiolette as she took a seat on the far side of the office. Arms crossed, she listened with her intensity only increasing as Kaine spoke of the catalyst of evolution and growth being pain.

She had thought those Holonet lessons he had been watching on psychology had been a lark, a way to relive some of his oldest days as Minister of Intelligence of the Sith. A time when he hadn't been a Sith Lord, a time when she would have been blissfully unaware of anything besides essays and exams. Clearly, he had been taking those lessons to heart.

"As I recall, when... the incident occurred, you offered me the chance to become immortal and be stripped of all feeling," she remarked quietly, eyes narrowed still towards one of the most fearsome beings in the galaxy. Actually, her gaze would also be shared towards Darth Prazutis as well for assisting in this effort. "The same process we had to rectify for you."

The comment would be pointed, direct, to show that she was unmoved by his little speech as she turned her full attention towards her... towards Fiolette. Every single emotion would be surging and churning, and all of it would be felt through their bond. But her eyes would be hard as she regarded the woman that caused her such pain and heartache, in contrast to the softness in the blue eyes she met.

"I've thought about what I might say to you... for decades now." Her hands would grip the arms of her chair, tightening to the point the wood started to protest and crack along hidden grains. "Decades of thoughts of what I might do to you. Decades to craft the perfect speech. Decades of heartache and pain."

Hands would tighten further, and the arms of the chair would visibly crack. For those within the Force, they would be able to feel the barely restrained power that was threatening to be unleashed to absolutely devastate the office and the woman that had hurt her so much.

"But first and foremost... Fiolette Yvarro , I want to know why. Why you shattered this family? Why you did something that you knew, after everything I told you about my sisters, absolutely knew would hurt me the most."

Amethyst was quickly shifting to amber along the edges.

"WHY!"

 

[Fiolette Yvarro]

Fiolette sat there, tip of her tongue against one of her incisors as she watched Taeli. How wrong was it that she thought her ex-wife looked incredible in this moment? To hear her, see her, watch her in full emotion, huh. Fiolette thought, she does have an emotional range beyond that of a teaspoon. Her thumb ran casually cross her finger tips. One elbow on the arm of the chair the other just in her lap, one foot propped up on the seat of the chair. Red hair just haphazardly on her shoulders, lazily Fiolette pushed it back as she adjusted her sunglasses to rest against her shirt. Fiolette had to exhale, and exhale hard as she felt the resurgence of energy, through their bond. It was quite frankly intoxicating to her, however Taeli was getting dangerously too close.

"First," began Fiolette with a quiet, too sultry for the moment voice, "you will want to take," she paused as she let her words hang in the air. Her blue eyes staring deep into the depths of the amethyst storm that swirled in Taeli's eyes. "A few steps back." Fiolette's lips had gone dry as she cleared her throat. "This is not for my sake but rather yours, I will absolutely answer your question." Both feet down on the ground, Fiolette sat up straight, "what I have to say will make little difference, for as they say, hindsight is twenty, twenty."

"Forty years ago, we were in the thick of war," this need not be spoken but Fiolette wanted to set the stage, "and I was torn, torn between my love for you and the plight of my fellow Imperials. I needed you more than I ever had, but you weren't home. You were gone, quite a lot actually, and so our bed grew cold." Fiolette scoffed as regret crept into her voice. "I had become jealous, jealous that I was not your priority, infuriated that Aerys saw nothing of you, and yet Nerralyn did."

"I absolutely set out to hurt you, and I did so because I perceived that I had been wounded first. You had fired the first shot unknowingly, and I was a coward for not confronting you with what was on my heart." Fiolette kept her gaze locked on Taeli. "You wonder what was that first shot, the first shot was the moment you chose the Sith Empire over us. At least in my mind you had done so, and yes I understood what we were up against."

"I knew full well what we as a nation were up against, but it seemed to me that you were not interested in what our marriage was up against. Did I want you to retire, yes? I wanted the both of us to retire so that I no longer had to deal with my conflicted feelings. I wanted the both of us to run away with our children. I wanted you to choose me, for bloody sakes Taeli. Darth Avacyn chose her wife and family over the war, why couldn't you? Why could you have not done the same? It was all I wanted, I wouldn't have cared if you had gone back when it was over." Fiolette tore her tear filled gaze away from Taeli, and took a moment to breathe.

The woman returned her attention to her ex wife, and continued to speak. "So yes, I did the one thing I knew that would be irreparable, and I broke our family. In the mind of the woman you knew forty years ago, she felt she had no other choice. Her wife had already chosen the Empire over their marriage, over their love." Fiolette exhaled and pushed her hair out of her face with one hand. "Now, as to my earlier warning, should you, specifically you, Taeli Raaf. Touch me, you'll find yourself in the Netherworld. As this was part of the deal, you see."

"I brokered a deal with Netherworld entities... A deal that would enable me to come back to you, to do what I'm doing now. Apologize to you, but in exchange, I am forever tied to my ship, the Warspite. My soul is bound to her you see, and my heart... well." Fiolette fished the pendant out from around her neck. "Is right here," she held it up, and the steady sounds of a heart beat could be heard from it. The glow on the pendant continued to suggest its otherworldly creation. Fiolette with her other hand lowered her shirt to show the Netherworld's infernal mechanism, "this keeps me going these days."

"My duty is to collect the souls of the dead and ferry them into the Netherworld, and you," Fiolette remarked plainly as she toyed with the pendant in her hand. "You are to be the keeper of the pendant, but on the caveat that I can never touch you. I can see you, but never will I ever feel your touch." A bitter sweet smile appeared on Fiolette's face, "and so, as a woman who has carried her regrets and carried them well. I will have all of eternity to think of my actions, such as they were."

Taeli Raaf | Darth Carnifex | Darth Prazutis​