Wearing: Hoodlum's Leathers
Armed with:
De Lifte Crystal (Dual Vent)
Objective: Hear out
Jyoti Nooran
With:
Advanced Prototype
Nuetralizer Prototype
Arianna Belasko
(Arianna's equipment:
Diplomatic Gown, Subverter's Blade)
Deep within the Nuetralizer Factory hidden in a canyon surrounded by grassland steppes and white flowers, a small Apartment section that doubled as the control center had been set up.
Laertia Io lay on a sofa, crying once more since her Android Caretaker, Moya, had cut ties. Her creations, Prototypes of her Nuetralizer War Droids rested on reinforced Sofas next to her. One was a solidly built Golden Skeleton loaded with so many deadly weapons virtually no normal warrior had a chance at survival without plenty of prep beforehand. The other resembled a young woman with very fair skin and chocolate hair with mercury colored irises, seemingly wearing glossy, silvery biker leathers with black spikes on the jacket. Both were there to comfort their parent.
Arianna listened in a way she wasn't used to. She never felt the need to be snide or haughty with Laertia as she did others.
The Witch was glad in a way. Laertia was figuring out quickly who her real friends were. Like Arianna always said.
"I can't imagine how much that hurt..." Arianna said gently, though inwardly she was keeping it in the back of her mind to use it to further press for her joining The Knights Obsidian. "Is there any chance she would reconsider?"
"No." Laertia answered. "Her protocol failsafe was enabled. She decided I'm as much a threat to the Galaxy as anything else..."
"Its times like this that you need to remember what's at stake. The Jedi care about their grudge with the Dark Side, not The Bryn'adul." Arianna reminded. "Everybody finds out who they are in this business...you've just found out you're the type of person willing to do anything to see the Galaxy united against the Bryn'adul, and you are willing to make great sacrifices to see it. This is something to celebrate, my dear. It means you're evolving. It means you really do care about the fate of The Galaxy."
"Why does it hurt so much?" Laertia asked in a broken whisper.
"That is the pain of certainty, Dear." Arianna replied ever so smoothly. "It is the pain of knowing you are right even if those who love you think you are wrong--"
Hadrian, the Golden Skeleton detected a signal on loop from a modified starfighter in orbit. He had recently modified himself for wireless communication, as had Lyssa, who was in fact a highly advanced collection of Laminanium Nanites.
"Mother, a Jedi Signal is coming in, requesting to meet with you..." Hadrian said.
Laertia shot up. She had been found. And whoever had found her likely wasn't alone...
Using her technopathic skills, she set the base and every Nuetralizer in it to silent alert, with orders to prepare her warship in case an abandon base event became necessary.
"Countess, Would you kindly abdicate a moment?" Laertia requested.
The instant it was heard, Arianna's mind stopped, set to pause as her fake Dark Side aura vanished, replaced by its actual, mutated light side one, flesh melting and shifting into that of an elderly, pale woman with deep red hair and brown eyes, a far contrast from her previous blonde and youthful guise. The actual Arianna had been dead for months, her brain inhabited by an alchemized shard created by the Bright Lord of The Sith,
Darth Themis
, It had all but consumed a fragment of the murderously evil Witch's mind to use as camouflage when operating in CIS territory.
Of course, there were some catches. The Shard inhabiting this alchemized body actually believed she was Arianna while using her form, and thus forced to act as close to how the real Arianna had acted as possible: Manipulative. Arrogant, and Sadistic.
But not as the one actually in charge.
Vivian opened her eyes and gazed at the Black Knight.
"Is something the matter?"
"We have company. I need you to remain here as you are. If we do end up needing 'Arianna' I'd rather not have to resort to her unless necessary. Keep the base at maximum alert. Anticipate infiltration teams and station them at all possible breaching points. Hadrian, scramble those TIE Phantoms we stole and keep them ready to launch. But don't do it until I give the signal. Lyssa? You're with me."
"At once Mother. I would hope it doesn't come to violence..." Hadrian remarked placidly. "But Hope is a mathematical non-entity."
"Do be careful Laertia. They're Jedi. They have contingency plans." Vivian warned.
"So do I..." Laertia responded, grabbing her Obsidian Dual Vented Lightsaber.
Lyssa rose quietly with a serene expression that was out of place.
"Are we going to kill them like at Generis, Mother?" Lyssa asked.
"No, my Daughter. Not unless they try and arrest us...I'm hoping whoever it is doesn't try..."
A few minutes later, a simple set of coordinates was beamed to the Starfighter computer, pointing to a set of old, secluded ruins in the middle of the grass steppes.
There, Laertia awaited, calmly, with Lyssa. Her left eye, which was cybernetic, had a gray iris with a glint of gold at the center.
Her other eye, however, was no longer a matching gray. The whites of the eyes had turned bronze, the Iris a Dark Green. The teachings of Darth Themis had begun to hold Laertia's interest more and more.
The teachings of a Light Side Sith, slowly but surely taking Laertia to a new period of existence...for better or worse.
When Nooran arrived, Laertia would be standing in the middle of the ancient ruins, hands to her side, saber clipped to her belt. Lyssa leaned on a wall behind her, eyes glued to Nooran the second she stepped foot in the same space as her Mother.
"I am not familiar with you. I am also not sure why I am humoring this appeal, but just so I can have on record that I at least heard The Order's counterargument, I'll let you say your peace. Speak."