Exodus Day [CIS & Allies]

[Frontier Tenacity]

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Honored Comrades,​

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Next week marks the anniversary of the tragedy of Krayiss II, where the valiant defenders of the Dominion made their heroic last stand and the Great Exodus that began at Ession. To the citizens of the Shrouded Republic, this day holds a special significance. It is a day of remembrance, when we honor those who's tragic sacrifice laid the foundation for the rise of our nation.

To all of us, this year's event represents many firsts. As it has been less than a year since the Shrouded Republic has joined the Confederacy in brotherhood, it is the first time that this ceremony is held on Nelvaan. It is the first time that this ceremony takes place after the Second Exodus from Winter.

To further demonstrate our commitment to this Confederacy we would like to invite you, the recipients of this message, to join us at the Fortress of Solitude on Nelvaan, for the commemoration of our fallen heroes. The event will consist of a military parade and an official banquet hosted by the Overlord. Those of you who have received this message, may invite a few other guests to accompany you to this event.

Accomodations shall be provided by the Overlord, within his keep, in accordance to each guest's station. Security is insured by the elite forces of the Shrouded Republic's military and several squads of Blackwatch troopers will be standing by to provide assistance, if required. Guests shall have free reign within the fortress, with the exception of military areas where access is restricted to unauthorized personnel and civilians.

Join us as we remember and honor of those who so valiantly laid down their lives at Krayiss II, so that the Nation may live. May their sacrifices never be forgotten and may the blood of our heroes be the poison that rots our enemies' hearts.

OOC: This is a social thread for members of the Confederacy.​

The guests and their companions will arrive at the fortress via shuttle and will then be escorted to the Hall of Shrouds for a meeting with the Overlord, after which everyone will proceed to the parade grounds to attend the military parade from the VIP booth, where the Overlord will make a speech and an orchestra will play the national anthem. In the evening, a banquet will be held within the Halls of the Overlord, beginning with a toast in honor of the fallen veterans of the Shrouded Republic. Guests will spend the night either within the Halls of the Overlord, or in the residential wing, depending on their station and will then depart at their earliest convenience. At various points during this thread, messages will be posted from this account to indicate that the guests should make their way towards the next event.​

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[Eugen Aker]

Dress

Privately, Jyoti still scorned the Dominion and was wary of its various offshoots like the Shrouded Republic, but as a measure of goodwill to the Confederacy for remaining a reliable ally, she had accepted [member="Srina Talon"]'s invitation to the proceedings. Silver Jedi had fought and bled during the battle of Kraysis 2, and during the whole SE/TRE campaign against the Dominion, so the event presented an opportunity to honor their sacrifice. At the very least, she would finally come face to face with the Overlord of the Shrouded Republic.

From her copilot chair in the cockpit of the Silver's shuttle, she idly stared down at the surface of Nelvaan through the main viewports as she let Allyson handle the piloting. The new stronghold of the SR was nestled within snowcapped peaks of an isolated mountain range. The area appeared nearly inhospitable, but it was certainly an improvement over what she had seen of Winter, an ashen hellscape.

"It's a good thing I kept Charlie away," she told Allyson. "she would have been flipping out right about now."

Because of Charlie's physiology as a K'paur, even cool temperatures proved a deadly hazard to her apprentice.

She flipped on the shuttle's intercomm to alert everyone else of their impending arrival.

"We're almost there. While some of you may have strong feelings about the SR, we are here on a diplomatic mission, so mind your manners no matter what you may see."

[member="STRATCOM"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Matsu Ike"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

It was her second time at the Fortress of Solitude. The first one had been months ago, with her aunt Asteria. She had been introduced as the roylalty that her blood dictated she was. Coming here now, today, she didn't feel like royalty at all. She felt tiny, invisible, and most of all, broken.

Her face showed visible wear to it. She had not slept properly ever since coming out of the Darkness, and she had not dreamed even once during those times that her body simply gave out, unable to handle the stress she put on it by not sleeping and keeping herself constantly drunk. She didn't know why she was doing it. Initially, it had been to take the edge off, to feel less of the pain that still ripped through her at the betrayal of the one who was her sister and the man that she was still in love with. But it really wasn't working. No matter how much liquor she pumped her body with, the raw pain was still there, the deep cracks along her heart never mending. More than once she had thought that this was the new her, that there was no was going back. She was never going to be the happy young woman she had been, the one who had been taking great strides into life, building both a present and a future. Some things were just meant for other people, not for her.

She took another long swig from her bottle before hanging it against her hip again. Why was she here? It was a question that seemed to pop into her mind with pretty much every place she went to, every location she visited. She didn't want to think. She didn't want to feel. She didn't want this. Any of it.

Still she leaned back inside the shuttle, closing her purple fur coat tightly around her. She had made it herself after skinning several sabercats from Maramere. It kept the cold of the air out, though nothing could make her feel nice on the inside. The time for feeling nice had long passed by now. All she had left to do was go from event to event, make it from fight to fight.

Yes, that was a good idea. Fighting. She was still a Warrior. She still had the training require to take a battlefield on. In the back of her mind, Scherezade decided to later sign up for more of the volunteer missions. Maybe if she took enough of them, she'd stumble sooner or later into an enemy that would make all this pain go away. Even bacta tanks couldn't heal everything.

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=9pt]Winter planets weren’t Allyson’s favorite either. The pilot mused over what she knew of the young padawan that Jyoti was training. It seemed they both had some similarities, but both being a hybrid their genes were slightly different. As much as Allyson disliked cold, it didn’t bother her too much. Instead of wearing the typical skirt with the Silver Spacy dress uniform, she wore the tailored pants. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Looking over at Jyoti as she finished the message Allyson smiled and shrugged. “Eventually she’ll be fine. She’s just young yeah?” Allyson shrugged and began the descent to the Shrouded Republic’s stronghold. The woman had no idea what they were getting into or much of the feelings that Jyoti had warned the others to keep to themselves. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The shuttle continued to descend and Allyson radioed the proper codes and permissions to the stronghold’s people. The notion felt routine and she continued to guide the shuttle down. It wouldn’t take much longer for them to port and be ready to leave. A moment and Allyson quickly began to put her long chestnut hair into a tight bun. Her eyes darted around as she frowned. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“That announcement didn’t sound ominous or anything.” Allyson didn’t know the fine details of Kraysis 2, maybe she’ll ask about it later - now didn’t seem to be the right moment. “Few more minutes and we’ll be landed and ready to leave.” A smile spread across her face as she looked towards the Jedi. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“You look nice.” [/SIZE]

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[WelshGuy]

Yuroic was sat on a shuttle to a CIS event, he hadn't interacted with them much but he knew that they were helpful faction to the Order in recent years. Paying respects to their loses seemed fair. Problem for Yuroic was he hadn't be able to get a hit of any kind of drug recently. His mind was starting to get fuzzy and unfocused, he also wanted to be careful around Allyson. Last time they were near each other, Yuroic had been fairly inappropriate though she had been very accomodating of his behaviour. Yuroic still felt awkward about it, waiting to apologise for that behavior privately, he doubted that this event would be the right time or place.

The fall of the Dominion had been an event he helped to prevent, being at several skirmishes with the Sith Empire, which was still in its early days back then. Now the Sith Empire was a large faction expanding into old Silver Jedi territory from rumours he had heard. A notion that did not appeal to him. Adjusting his suit jacket, he ruffled his short dark hair. He would have to take a hit when they landed, pretend to hit the bathroom to do so. He couldn't risk withdrawal during an important ceremony. Yuroic stood, ready to depart as Jyoti came over the comms and stated they were coming in for landing.

[member="STRATCOM"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Matsu Ike"]

 

[Noriko Ike]

[member="STRATCOM"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

She was looking at it standing there in one of the kimono's with her hair up. SHort stature next to the impossibly tall Allyson and Jyoti... at least Yuroic wasn't a giant. Noriko scooted to the side so she would at least be visible. She ddin't know who might be here but offered a bow of her head to that. The Shrouded Republic was... oh wait no she had no idea. Looking around to try and see what or who was here with them. She offered a smile though she was in the shuttle being escorted with all of them. The announcement she agreed sounded a little... ahhhh yeah Noriko was just going to mind her manners waiting there with the others.

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

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Attn: [member="Amethyst Atreides"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Curupira Hawk"] | [member="Lorelai Ventira"] | [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Noriko Ike"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"]​

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• Fortress of Solitude
  Nelvaan, Confederacy of Independent Systems

The cold winds swept the ashes into a frenzy across the formless, infinite plain in front of him. Wailing horrors stalked at the edge of his vision, taunting, screeching, never showing themselves for more than a fraction of a second. To his right, a tower exploded again and again, the screams of dieing men, his dieing men, repeating like a broken record. A pale lady danced amongst the shadows and her dress was smoke and her face was the face of Death. In her hand, she held a slender knife who's blade was dripping blood. She danced on a carpet of old bones. Her empty, soulless eyes burned with a great wrath for him, who so insolently denied her what was her rightful prize. In his hand, he held a bleeding soul of darkness. He pulled it into him and she screamed and her eyes bled. His fingers became talons...

As it was, so often these days, Kainan awoke from his sleep to the sound of a wordless scream of pain, his scream. Cold sweat stuck to his pale, scarred skin and he felt like the freezing chill of the Netherworld had seeped into his bones. His eyes scanned the room, as they did every morning, as if seeking to reassure himself that the nightmare had been just that, a nightmare, and found the slender form of the young woman beside him, still shrouded in darkness, for it was too early for the sun to rise. With a guilty sigh, he bent down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, his way of apologizing to her for waking her the way he did. It was not the first time that it had happened.

Such was the price one had to pay for denying Lady Death her eternal embrace. With the aid of his Wardens and ancient Anubian sorcery, he clawed his way back to the world of the living, but he returned a changed man. It had taken him months to grow used to the changes his body and soul had suffered. The claws on his hands, the silvered hair and the slitted, feline eyes were but the visible ones.

Silently, so as to not disturb the sacred darkness that preceded dawn, he rose from the large, canopied bed and walked into the bathroom adjacent to his large, opulent dormitory. Letting the cold water wash away the sweat, he allowed himself a few brief moments of relaxation before preparing himself for the day's events.

Today was Exodus Day. The biggest, most important celebration within the Shrouded Republic and the closest thing his nation had, to a holiday. It was a day meant for honoring the dead and for remembering the sacrifices that they had all paid to make sure they could stand here, amongst the living.

It was the first time outsiders would attend this commemoration. Back on Winter, very few outside the Ancient Eye had ever witnessed how the Shrouded Republic mourned its fallen heroes. It was a day of remembrance, of respects paid to those who laid down their lives, of reminding themselves of the consequences of weakness, corruption and complacency.

To some, the Shrouded Republic was a despised nation, one who's name was soaked in the blood of countless innocents and which was responsible for more war crimes and acts of cruelty than they would care to count. To others, it was a valued and respected ally, which had stood beside them and proven its unflinching loyalty and worth. And to a precious few, it was home, a nation which learned the painful lessons and did what was necessary to survive, in a galaxy which would gladly see it and its people dead.

As always, the Overlord wore an immaculate military uniform that bore the trappings of his rank, under the heavy, furred cloak that he draped over his shoulders. His terrible sword hung from his belt, as did his four lightsabers, for he was a warrior, who would not dishonor his nation's heroes by presenting himself to this event as anything but.

The guests would be arriving soon, shortly after the first rays of the sun broke over the gargantuan peaks of the mountains amongst which the fortress was nestled. They would be escorted by an honor guard of Ultranauts, guided towards the Hall of Shrouds within the massive tower at the fortress' heart, where he would meet and briefly converse with them when they arrived. Protocol had to be observed and here, in the Shrouded Republic, a nation obsessed with discipline and loyalty, protocol was strictly adhered to. Always. And the Overlord led by example.

Making his way to the hall by means of his private turbolift, the Overlord waited for his guests to arrive, welcoming them within the massive chamber with its towering walls and imposing banners. He stood on the raised dais at the end of the rectangular room, in front of the massive, yet simple stone throne which had been carved by hand, from the heart of the mountains beneath the edifice, a symbol of the Shrouded Republic's power, one which embodied the nation's principles of harsh justice, meritocracy and loyalty.

As the guests were lead into the massive hall, they would see the words carved into the stone above the massive doors. Words written in bold letters fashioned from the bones of the mountain upon which the fortress stood, carrying a message that to some, was hope and a warning to others:

UNITY THROUGH STRENGTH
AND JUSTICE WITHOUT MERCY​

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Silver blood was also shed on Ord Radama, and she even won the Chiloon Rift ground campaign while still in Dominion service. In fact, the Rift campaign was a turning point in her life and, ultimately, in the light-sided grounding world: surely [member="Jyoti Nooran"] would realize as much, especially on Kashyyyk a few months ago. Now, to the extent I may be credited with taking light-sided grounding out of the dark ages, the Rift campaign and Kashyyyk are the main debits, she thought. That, even though technically she won on only one of the theaters of the Rift campaign, Irn, over time, that battle came to be the defining ground battle of the campaign and hence became coterminous with the entire Rift campaign in grounding circles. For this reason she is on the same shuttle as [member="Allyson Locke"], [member="Noriko Ike"] and [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], handling the cold better than Allyson does: she was personally involved in the Dominion wars. To be fair, she would expect to be meeting [member="Srina Talon"] and [member="Darth Metus"] in the Fortress of Solitude, since Srina invited the main Silvers delegation there. Of course, she would have to mind her manners here, as she would at any other diplomatic function. Although she didn't deploy on Krayiss, she still feels obligated to honor the deaths of the brave Dominion warriors, having fought alongside some of them as their commanding officer. And, for this reason, she is wearing the Dominion dress uniform as of the Rift campaign.

"To me it's more than just remembering the fallen of the Dominion on Krayiss, it's also have to do with the Rift, Ord Radama..." she told the other occupants of the shuttle.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Keeping his opinions on the past to himself, Josh had agreed to accompany the Silver Jedi Order on a diplomatic mission of sorts regarding the Dominion. He'd been a member of the Ession Reformation at some point, though he didn't know what it had to do with the Dominion, as honestly? He really wasn't keeping score. Regardless, on a day important to them, here they were to help them celebrate - and to mourn.

The Jedi Master had fallen asleep in an isolated corner of the shuttle, arms relaxed behind their head before he was woken by the sounds of [member="Jyoti Nooran"] giving an announcement. Letting out a yawn and sitting up, cracking his neck and stretching out, the Jedi would ponder just what he had been dragged into this time.

 

[Theodosius Organa]

The Kashi Druid named Theo normally kept to himself. His very purpose was balance. Guided by the Living Force his actions seemed like a mystery to most. Often times he did not know.

Not hiding in some isolated part of the shuttle Theo sat in one of the Silver Shuttle’s seats. He normally did not take part in diplomacy anymore. He did not move with the crowds of the Silver’s typically, even though he was a member.

Today he sat there with the hood of his robe covering most of his features. For some reason the Druid just came along. He normally did that. Not mentioned why. He never harmed any of the Silver Jedi proceedings. He was often more help with his strange nature loving ways.



[member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Noriko Ike"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"]

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Fortress of Solitude [Meeting Hall]
Wearing: X and X
Standing Directly Beside: Aryn Teth
Quote: "It is ironic, how we often forget the things worth remembering, but remember, the things worth forgetting."

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She could see her breath in the air. It was cold, so cold, that she ought to have been little more than a shivering waif in the wind. The shuttle ride had been pleasant enough. Srina Talon stood at the side of someone very close to her, someone very valued, who had recently learned exactly what it meant to lose everything. The Shrouded Republic was to the Night as the Galactic Alliance had been the Day—but they still suffered at the hands of those that wished them desolation and despair. It was for that reason that she invited [member="Aryn Teth"] to walk in her world. To see strength and solidarity in the face of adversity.

He needed to see it. He had to see it.

They spoke in soft murmurs about this and that throughout the trip. It had been a little while since they’d actually met face to face and the changes in him were palpable, to say the least. They had much to say, much to discuss, and the rather short ride to get to the Fortress of Solitude simply wasn’t enough time. She remembered the bridge that she had been required to cross on Winter in order to reach Windshear Keep. This was a walk in the park, by comparison, and she inwardly shook her head at how easy the guests of the Overlord would have it.

The chilled air would nip lovingly at their cheeks, nibble at their nose, while the wind on the Shrouded Moon had threatened to rend flesh from bone. Srina saw this event in two ways. As she had recently been named an Exarch to the Office of the Vicelord she took this occasion for what it was. It was a prime example of something dead and gone rising from the ashes better than it had been before. [member="Darth Tacitus"], Kainan Wolfe, was safe. She’d felt him disappear. She’d felt him return. His people would be safe behind the walls of the Confederacy. This parade, this memorial, was a much a reminder of life as it was the remembrance of death. It was a history lesson. A tale of the not so distant past that they would all do well to keep in mind.

In a less formal situation, the young Echani would have preferred to wear paler colors. Something less harsh. In respect to the SR she seemed to uncharacteristically emulate the rather brooding Sith by wearing a black cloak over slender shoulders. It was lined with ebony fur for warmth and held small pockets on the inside for whatever items she may need to store. Beneath it, peeking out from the hem, was a blood red dress.

While on the shuttle she kept the hood down leaving white-gold hair to spill down her back in braided twists and curls. She wore no jewelry, save, for the thick bracer that acted as her Holo-Comm and two plain rings on her left hand. Silver eyes focused on the Supreme—No, on Aryn, her Jedi turned Mercenary, and she reached instinctively to touch his cheek to make sure he was with her. The small gesture would speak volumes, both through that which she did not say, and through the Force Bond that ran seamlessly between them.

Sometimes he seemed lost in thought. Far away. Too far.

Her arm slipped through his as they walked ahead with an escort of Ultranauts. The mixed ground of dark and light would eventually coalesce to enter the hall together. As it should be. The soldiers' present were protocol, pure and simple, and the small woman didn’t bat an eye. They were lead through an impressive entryway, filled with patriotic banners, and eventually found themselves in a large meeting hall. Were it not such official circumstances the Sith Apprentice might have made a straight line for Darth Tacitus. He was one of the few she approached easily and without fear. He was her friend, above all, and this was his corner of the galaxy so she would respect the unspoken decorum. There would be no impromptu embrace or terrifying stories to break the illusion of principle and military prowess. Not yet, anyway.

Her eyes lingered on the words that were carved into the door, only briefly, as she had seen them before. Many times. Unity through strength. Justice without mercy. It wasn’t just true here. The Confederacy did what they could to advance through non-violent means. Yet, she had uttered the words herself on Maramere: No Mercy.

‘He’s not as scary as he looks.’, Srina mentally whispered to Aryn, a touch of wry amusement touching her wintry tones, before the sentiment died. In truth, Darth Tacitus was every bit as terrifying as he looked. The Sith Apprentice simply did not fear him. Respect, certainly. But fear? No. Never. ‘Just think of him as a great white wolf. If you’re loyal, part of the pack, you live.’

She did not go over what it meant to be outside of that unit. It wasn’t necessary—and he would soon find out through the upcoming proceedings. Aryn was a part of her and had yet to experience the wrath of her Master, or Darth Tacitus, without that fact acting as a safeguard. The connection silently offered him a layer of protection that she wasn’t sure he was fully aware of. The rest of the people present were allies, friends, and comrades in arms. No one present had anything to fear.

“Overlord.”, she greeted [member="Darth Tacitus"] softly, though despite her gentleness, her voice carried like a pale crystalline song through the expanse of the hall. There was no pretense as her swan-like neck gracefully inclined, showing pristine reverence, without falling into a girlish curtsey.

It was not her way and it never had been. Srina Talon bowed for no one.

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Spoiler

Tags: [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Noriko Ike"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

The look of a castle could tell you a lot about the person who designed it, who lived there and well, to be honest, the Fortress of Solitude was exactly that, it was a literal fortress. Vast and overwhelming it was the quintessential military base you saw when you closed your eyes, or at least it would be from now on for Asaraa. The girl settled back in her seat as the shuttle swung around, the pilot expertly manoeuvring the shuttle on it's approach to the Confederacy base. Their allies had been a strong support to the Silver Jedi recently and so when the invitation had arrived the Jedi had put together a diplomatic team, some, she glanced over at Josh, unwillingly, while others were far more happy to be present. This was only the second time she'd been included in a mission such as this and the Padawan had to restrain herself from bouncing out of her seat. She had to give a good impression, for the Order and all the people counting on her...but it was still so exciting she almost couldn't hold it in. At least she'd managed to avoid being dragged into one of those uncomfortable looking official robes.

Nervous hands pressed at her skirt, gathering the material before smoothing it out as she twisted to the side, nose pressed close the transparisteel as her breath frosted against the portal. This was gonna be awesome



[member="STRATCOM"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Noriko Ike"]

 

[Kiso]

• Fortress of Solitude
  Nelvaan, Confederacy of Independent Systems
• [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] - [member="Theodosius Organa"] - [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] - [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] - [member="Darth Tacitus"]

Why had she come? what reasoning prompt her to attend this celebration? In light of what the Republic Republic had done to the Jedi world they conquered and way the local citizens of those planets where treated Kiso was hoping to never associate herself with the governmental power again. Yes when she had first joined the SR was for the people those losing their homes when the Sith took over the dominion, but slowly the republic seemed to fall into darkness. Kaine had started of as a admiral and mercenary leader that rejected the use of his force power, more content on doing what the people wanted, but over time he fell to the dark side.

His methods become extreme, exterminations and mass killing became a regular occurrence, for hell sake the man new was a Sith Lord and was taking over CIS military operations as their commander and pushing the Obsidian Knight Leaders to the side and disregarding their orders. From the outside it would look as if the now powerful Vicroy just wanted power and to carve out their own empire no matter the cost of those around them. Never the least being in the CIS and the SIC being allies to the Silver Jedi and other political whatcha magigs the Atrisian general still decided to attend, even if it gvae her a sickly feeling in the gut.

Walking into the halls of his new fortress she could still feel respect from those that she passed, guards still snapping to attention when she walked past... Kiso would be lying if she said that feeling was not nice. In the distance the sound of [member="Srina Talon"] echoed, the cuborgs sensors able to pick up on the words with ease, 'I wonder who else will be attending? so far seems a little quite'.

 

[Curupira Hawk]

It doesn't hurt me. Liar. You want to feel how it feels? No.

Factions rose. Factions fell. Empires called for eternity and burned hotter than some stars before they faded into nothing. She remembered. Irrelevant information seemed to flow through her the way curiosity used to run through her. The way it did with her daughters. The way the demon itched through her system. It had always been there. There was a time when she knew nothing of herself, except for the mines and Seth. Time when she'd taught herself an orhan. Saved. Raised. Freed. Than, the truth came. Family. Blood. Origins. Was she born an angel but corrupted into what she had become?

She had been sure. She had been wrong.

There had always been something inside her. Strong, powerful, quiet at times. Dathomir had kept it silent until the night she had lost her family. The guards in the mind had beaten it out of her each day until she lost track of time and forgot what the sun looked like. Seth had taught her she owed nothing to no one. She was free to be what she was. And still, she hadn't listened, running to catch up with her sister. Ti'Cira. For her she had become a Jedi. Ket. For him, she had become a Sith. Because of her daughters, she'd lost whatever trace of peace she had taught she had found in the loneliness. There was no true peace. She had been hiding from herself, from the truth. She was young, she was unfocused, she was undiscovered.

She ran.

Here, in the Fortress of Solitude, the people gathered. Slowly, the Dathomirian moved through the space that was slowly becoming familiar, arriving into the Hall now from its edges, joining her Master [member="Darth Tacitus"]. Curupira was only aware of the events honored tonight from her time with the Sith Lord. She hadn't been here. She had been far from most things. Far from life, far from the galaxy. It had seemed wise at the time but in truth, the voices had grown even louder in the solitude. Yelling even. It was too much.

Tell me, we both matter, don't we? Her mind bled into the counciousness. They were all talking now but sometimes, something Curupira could go deaf to them, ignore them. The barrier protecting her from them was strongest when she trained. She wasn't training now. She was honoring unfamiliar faces. They were those she couldn't relate to but they brought other memories on, more relevant to her. She remembered them. Memories scratched into her mind.

Golden gaze looked to the uncoming faces, each and every one of them unfamiliar, at least until she had recognize [member="Srina Talon"] approaching. She recognized the beautiful pale face, always so serous, ice cold to her. There was time when Curupira couldn't understand the pale crature, so closed off and guarded when her heart was worn on her sleeve for all too see. When she was free to express herself always. Now though, she understood. She recognized the walls built around. Maybe the two of them had completely different reason to keep them up but they were built high none the less, she recognize them.

[member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Allyson Locke"] @Yuronic Yeraic @Norike Ike [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Theodosius Organa"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Kiso"]​

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Tag: [member="Curupira Hawk"]

You had two people when you entered the Darkness. You will have none when you leave.

Scherezade looked around. The world was spinning in a way that she could not enjoy and she had to take a few deep breaths to make it less worse. The travel in the shuttle had made her idle, had given her mind the pause it needed to go over everything again. Family, love, betrayal. She would have curled up and cried if she'd had the privacy for it, but this was not her ship, and this was not a place for her to be alone.

Everyone was ushered into the main hall. Some faces, some signatures through the Force, she realized that she knew. But it did not matter. She knew who these people were; people of the CIS, the very people who had looked down on her from the moment she stepped foot on her first mission. The very people she had tried to hard to impress, to get them to like her, or at least more than tolerate her. She hated them all right now. Her mind was spinning, wheeling, coming up with various ways to eradicate those things they loved, with the sinking of the Fortressa being on the top of that list. She wanted to sink that ship, she wanted to see it explode with all the people who had wronged her aboard, screaming for their lives.

The problem was that she didn't want that. Not just that, anyway. She wanted them to love her, or at least like her. She wanted them to look at her as someone they knew they could respect, if not in their personal lives then at least on the field. She wanted them to acknowledge her, to see her.

See her.

There had been one person who had seen her for truly as she was. He had behaved in ways that supported this afterwards. She had thought he had loved her. He had not. She had thought his promise to create more moments together had been true. It had not. She had thought he would, if never be able to tell her that he loved her as she loved him, never intentionally hurt her. But he had.

Sherezade took another gulp from her bottle, swinging a few more steps forward. She knew that her actions would not garner support, would not garner affection. But that was all right now. She didn't want or need their affection. She had been alone for five hundred years, she had been granted the chance to take a lick at life, an actual life, only to have things taken from her again. She was stronger than all of them put together. When even their bones turned to ashes, she would still be walking the 'verse. She was a deWinter, and true death did not exist for people like her, even if she really tried. Eventually, she would become accustomed to the loneliness again. Eventually, it would not make her want her heart to stop beating. Eventually...

She raised her head in surprise. Something had penetrated through her wall of boozy fog. No, not something. Someone.

Scherezade followed the scent through the Force, her interest levels peeking too high. Too damn high.

The scent led her right to where [member="Darth Tacitus"] was standing. A memory jumped, his offer to train her, an offer that had not been followed because of other events that had happened. She did not hold that against him. But his new looks did not go unnoticed by the Sithling. Everyone had to be a bloody wolf these days, in one way or another. But she never would. She was just a human, and that meant that the man she had loved would forever be with others in ways he could not with her.

But it was not him she had followed through scent and Force. Next to him, emerald eyes fell on a woman she was quite certain she had never seen before.

Her senses smacked all of her at once and Scherezade took a step back from the sheer overwhelming of it. She knew this woman. Not knew her as in met her, but knew her. If she had not told Katrine that she released herself both from her and her family, this woman would have been her adoptive mother. But Scherezade had met the Van-Dervelds, she knew who had not been present that day at the mansion. And following the marks of touches through the Force of that woman, she knew that she had not been with the people she should have been.

Scherezade regained her steps and took another one forward, standing right in front of her. She did not know her name. She did not need to know her name. All she knew was that the rage now pulsed through her, soaring like a fire, threatening to burn anything she touched, and she wanted to touch this woman, to burn her. Not for herself. She knew that she herself was too far gone. But a mother who abandoned her children... There were few crimes that were worse.

She glanced around, noting that they were not alone. If she attacked the woman now, it would end in her getting dragged away, subdued, maybe worse. It would not serve her goals.

"Van-Derveld Hawk," she half growled, her gaze falling on the woman with the golden eyes, leaving almost no room to escape. She didn't know if that was even the correct last name. She didn't care if it wasn't. "We have words to trade..." she began, her mind reeling to find a way to do it properly, to not burn her before time, to... to... "in private," she added. No, that was not enough. It wasn't enough. She had to find a way to kill that woman. She had to find... She had to find a way to send that woman back to her daughter who loved and missed her very much. "Now," came another word. Still not good enough. "... mother."

You had two people when you entered the Darkness. You will have none when you leave.

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[member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Allyson Locke"] @Yuronic Yeraic @Norike Ike [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Theodosius Organa"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Kiso"] [member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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The Fortress of Solitude, Nelvaan, Savareen Sector, The Outer Rim Territories​

Interacting With: [member="Srina Talon"], [member="Darth Tacitus"]​

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Military parades had never been Aryn's cup of sapir tea. Even when he had been obliged to attend them as the Alliance's Supreme Commander, they had been a nuisance he never particularly grew fond of, full of posturing and ridiculous overcompensation half the time, the uniforms had been a particular downside too. Tight, gaudy military uniforms had never particularly sat well with Aryn, and so his own outfit for the day certainly was far more casual than what was likely to be considered appropriate, though he couldn't have cared less.

Aryn knew there were those in circles all over the galaxy, in the courts of the Sith, and even those among his old allies, the Confederacy, who spoke ill of his failures. He had become 'the disgraced commander' in the eyes of many, he had even called himself the 'commander of ashes' when he last spoke with the Vicelord. It wasn't a title that he took lightly, he was aware of his failures, of his inability to prevent the fall of the Alliance he had once sworn to protect.

Of course, that was one of the reasons he had been brought here. There was something, he supposed, to be respected about the Shrouded Republic, and their desperate efforts to maintain themselves, to fight on through the adversity they had faced. Indeed, he had begun to see it arise yet again with the Alliance, after Coren Starchaser had been released from prison, and Jaius Sovv settled in the Outer Rim, they seemed determined to continue the fight. Though, it was not a fight Aryn was eager to jump back into, at least, not if he was doing it for some cause, that was behind him.

He felt the gentle touch of Srina's hand against his cheek, drawing him away from his thoughts as his gaze turned towards her, his own hand moving on instinct to gently clasp her own. Brushing his thumb idly over the back of her hand, he gave her a smile, gentle, but forced, as he leaned forward to gently press a reassuring kiss against her hand. She always had an uncanny ability to clear his mind of whatever dark thoughts lingered there, even if she had brought him to Nelvaan largely against his own desires.

He reminded himself he was here for her, not the parade.

He walked easily alongside her, unbothered by the contrast in their outfits as they made their way towards the meeting hall, his gaze idly flicking over the guards they passed and the environment around them. In his head, he came up with escape plans, charted evacuation routes, worked out the best way to kill everyone in the room. To say that the Sith's endgame had made him paranoid? Well, that was certainly an understatement.

Yet once again his thoughts were cleared, his mind settled by the piercing whisper of Srina's voice in his mind. His gaze turned to settle upon the Overlord, regarding him idly as his gaze flicked up and down the man's form while he mentally responded to the woman at his side. "I don't know whether to be touched by your concern, or insulted that you think i'd find him scary."

Forcing himself not to smile openly as he responded to her, he gave a far less regal nod in the direction of the man, clearing his throat briefly once Srina had greeted him as well. "Hi."

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

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Attn: [member="Amethyst Atreides"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Curupira Hawk"] | [member="Lorelai Ventira"] | [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Noriko Ike"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Kiso"]​

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• Hall of Shrouds
  Fortress of Solitude, Nelvaan

The Overlord acknowledged his apprentice's presence with a dignified nod. Despite the deep wounds which scarred her soul, wounds which the Overlord had not inquired about out of a desire to respect her privacy, the woman performed her duties as an apprentice with admirable dedication and her training progressed well. She had earned Tacitus' respect and the right to stand by his side and the Overlord always protected his people like a wolf guarding his pack.

So, when a young woman approached with bold, angry steps, seething rage radiating out from her, he could not help but frown. It was a subtle gesture, but one which held a warning to... was that Asteria deWinter's niece? She looked like a complete wreck, so much so that he hadn't even recognized her at first. It seemed that the innocent teenager that gazed at him with wide, curious eyes when he had given her a cursory explanation about the Darkside and some advice, so long ago, had been replaced with this... broken thing.

Her eyes blazed with anger and her posture told him of the urge to explode into violence that hid within her, but he trusted his apprentice's ability to handle herself. Looking into Curupira's eyes, he gave her a nod, a simple gesture that told her she was allowed to handle this situation as she saw fit.

He would have dwelt on this situation in his mind, turning it this way and that and deconstructing it into nice, predictable patterns, however there was no more time, as the guests began to arrive. He noticed his long-time friend, Srina Talon, looking as elegant and graceful as ever, the perfect picture of etiquette and proper manners. Her soft voice echoed throughout the hall as she greeted him with a respectful nod, a gesture which, in truth, he preferred over the hypocritical bowing and scraping that other Sith were so fond of. His men and his friends were never required to bow before him, that kind of humiliation was reserved only for prisoners and convicts. Instead, he acknowledged her nod with one of his own, a gesture which showed that he valued her as his equal.

"Lady Srina," he greeted her in return, his clear, steady voice echoing throughout the hall, who's walls had been designed to carry his voice to every corner of the chamber, even without the use of the Force. Beside her, a man who had once commanded the military of the Galactic Alliance stood dressed in casual attire that stuck out like a sore thumb amongst all the uniforms and formal clothing that most of those assembled wore. Yet, despite his improper attire and rather casual demeanor, Aryn Teth was known to the Overlord as a man who stood by his troops until the very end, fighting down in the trenches beside them and never stooping himself to the low level of an armchair general. In Tacitus' eyes, this was enough to earn him respect. "Supreme Commander Teth," the Overlord acknowledged him, using his former rank within the Galactic Alliance.

"I bid you both welcome," he spoke to them, his words steady and formal, even though he would have liked to embrace his friend. This was a formal occasion and Tacitus was a man who respected protocol. And although his eyes were affixed to the pair, he did not fail to notice the presence of one who had served the Shrouded Republic with distinction and honor. He and the former General Kiso may have had their disagreements, but she had always done her duty and thus had earned the Overlord's respect. He did not fault her for her decision to retire from his nation's military and she would always be welcomed into his hall.

Having already decided to let her approach him on her own terms, he continued his conversation with Srina and her... companion? Lover? He could not quite figure that part out yet, though in his defense, he was not exactly an expert on affairs of the heart. He had enough trouble making sense of half the things he felt for the Lorrdian beauty which had become his only anchor in this chaotic galaxy.

 

[Eugen Aker]

"I don't think she can grow out of being K'paur," she joked. As her chuckles died down, she studied Allyson, reminded that the Corellian wasn't quite human. Not that the Echani could say anything, much more just under the skin.

"Let's just say, the Shrouded Republic doesn't exactly share our values."

The brutality of the SR bothered Jyoti more than she liked to admit, but she had begrudgingly accepted as a product of this chaotic galaxy, who was actually benign compared to the likes of the Sith Empire. That was a troubling truth.

"I've heard of those campaigns," she told Med-Beq, having to pretend that she hadn't been present at any of the battles herself. "We'll honor them all, don't you worry."

Allyson complimented her on her clothing, but Jyoti could only give her a small smile as she became quiet, lost in old memories the rest of the trip.

She straightened up as Allyson landed the shuttle and they all began to file outside. She was hit with a blast of frigid air in the open hanger on her first step down the ramp. It didn't bother her much, though this place certainly wouldn't be her place to live if she could help it.

An escort heavily armored guards were there to meet the party of Silvers, guiding them to a turbolift that would take them right to the Hall of Shrouds. A few minutes later, they were there, being led into a massive hall of sharp imposing architecture, giant black and crimson banners of the Shrouded Republic flying high. From there, the party was left alone to mingle with the rest of the guests assembled.

Her silver eyes flicked left and right as she studied the small crowd, then centered right on the Overlord himself. She knew him as Kainan Wolfe, though she heard he went by Darth Tacitus these days. She could feel the man radiating with the Dark Side, so the title certainly fit.

"Well, let's go make ourselves known," she told everyone, quickly striding toward Tacitus at the end of the room.

He seemed to be in conversation with others immediately ahead of her, so she waited for her turn to exchange greetings. She recognized a few of them, including Srina, and Arryn Teth. Though he would never recognize the Echani in her new form, long ago they had bumped shoulders in the Rebel Alliance.

[member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Curupira Hawk"] [member="Kiso"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Theodosius Organa"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Noriko Ike"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Allyson Locke"]

 

[Curupira Hawk]

There was a nod from [member="Darth Tacitus"], acknowledging her presence. Curupira continued to watch him for a few more moments before her attention returned to the gathering crowd, noting the pale female with unfamiliar male. She hadn't noticed the arriving female until something in her Sense flared. It wasn't like the scent her mate held. Curupira couldn't identify others the way wolves recognized their own. She could recognize signatures, moments, feelings. They were slow and small, her connection to the Force still weak.

Van-Derveld Hawk. Curupira hadn't missed that though. Her body tensed, the hairs on her arms rising inattention. Was he here? Were they here? The Witch looked. Purple clothing, alcohol in hand, evidently drunk but a child. SHe was sure of it from the sight of [member="Scherezade deWinter"]. They had words to trade, she'd heard, confusion still running through her as her golden gaze searched around. No Ket, no Chloe, no Kat... Those green eyes were staring right at her, Ruu understood as she looked back. She wasn't Van-Derveld Hawk though. Three of them were. It drew a simple conclusion. This person, with her green eyes and drunken demeanor, knew one of them.

Not Ket though, Curupira quickly decided.

It was either of her daughters, the woman considered instead. The next moment though, Curupira nearly choked on an inhaled breath. ...mother. She coughed at the sound of that.

Eyes were on them, making her glance to the side, this time meeting eyes of her Master. Singular nod. He wouldn't interfere with whatever this was. Curupira let out a sigh, more relieved but not only. While she didn't wish to involve her Master in whatever this was, with how she had been addressed, Curupira didn't want to face it. Because you're not really a mother, isn't that right? A voice inside her head whispered. Quiet, Curupira snapped suddenly inside her head, eyes refocusing back on the girl.

"Come with me," she told her before turning, going into the back, away from the gathering crowds. She walked, whether the drunken girl followed or not, she didn't look back to find out but she knew she was following. Curupira continued until enough distance was made between them and the ceremony before she paused, not turning to look at her. Go on, face your failure, the voice continued to toy with her. You abandoned your child. She wasn't well, she needed her mommy. Eyelids shut as Katrine's voice echoed in her mind. Mommy! Sweet, mad, longing for someone Curupira wasn't.

Her eyes opened and she turned. "Okay. Who are you? What do you want? And why did you just say mother...?" are you another one? Curupira had wanted to ask at last but instead, she'd left the question hanging in the air. Whatever it was that she wanted, it had to be resolved. Ruining her Master's remembrance day was hardly a good idea.

[member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Nessarose deWinter"]​

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=9pt]Allyson had smiled at the comment about poor Charlie, there was a nod and then nothing more was said about Jyoti’s padawan. Listening carefully, Allyson caught the bits of the conversation along with Jyoti giving her a brief explanation on the matter of the Shrouded Republic. They were going somewhere that their ideals weren’t the same, but they wouldn’t be here if Jyoti didn’t see something important coming out of it. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Her compliment had hung for a moment, but glancing over, Allyson caught the smile and that was all that needed to be said. Their close working relationship and friendship had given Allyson a well enough understanding about the Echani. Nodding, the decent finished and they were off. As the wind blasted Allyson in the face, she grabbed ahold of her beret and kept it snug in her hand. Being escorted like this was odd, but the Corellian didn’t ask any more questions. They were in a place that too many questions might cause trouble. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The place was massive and reminded the girl of some of the holo games she played with a vampire and his castle. Seeing that they were inside, she fixed her hair a placed the beret on her head. It slouched to the side with the Silver Spacy patch keeping part of it upright. Her uniform told of her standing, a Lt. Commander and XO for her squadron. Something was different compared to any of the others that came in their dress uniforms, along her pant legs were the bright red First Class Corellian bloodstripes.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]"Place looks like it belongs to some vampire or something." Her eyes wandered along the room's [/SIZE]architecture. Mentally she made a note to try and not get too lost in here.

[SIZE=9pt]Allyson kept stride with Jyoti as they entered, the woman looked around which mean there seemed to be some that she knew or she was checking out what the layout of the room was. Allyson made note as well then continued to follow, they were headed towards where others had gathered. There was one she quickly recognized, [member="Aryn Teth"] - Former Supreme Commander of the Galactic Alliance. The man was her former boss, but they had never met personally. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Waiting for their turn, Allyson looked towards Jyoti and leaned close keeping her voice quiet enough for only the Jedi to hear. “I know Teth, but who are the others?” Eyes moved towards [member="Srina Talon"] and [member="Darth Tacitus"] , she didn’t quite know them, but she had a feeling they were far more important than she should assume. [/SIZE]

[member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Curupira Hawk"] [member="Kiso"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Theodosius Organa"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Noriko Ike"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]