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Forging A Future [Jorus]

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Teth
Kära had grown quite fond of the planet known as Teth. Her sanctuary, buried beneath the ground, had been perfect in allowing her time to gathered together her thought on what the next move was. Each day she oversaw the training of the many Bladeborn she had created thusfar, the young boys she had once taken from Kaine - who had intended to slaughter them - now fine warriors. It was through their host that she walked, inspecting them; yet there was not a fault to be made, not in their stance, nor appearance, nor their positioning in-line. Their weapons had been maintained to the highest standard, as had their armour. It pleased her to see as much.

She did, however, have other things on her agenda today. As such she called for @[member='Thyrian Ashborn'] to be brought before her, turning her attention across the bunker and away from the Bladeborn. She did not have to tell them to remain in place, they knew by now that they were only to fall out of formation upon instruction. Walking away she beckoned forth one of the children who lingered in the shadows, those being trained for other services. "Captain Merrill will be here shortly, see to it that everything is prepared in the board room." It was time to talk business once again, but would @[member='Jorus Merrill'] be so willing to aid her in this effort?
 
Thyrian had a special relationship, he felt, with these Bladeborn. He once helped his master in securing them as little children back on Togoria during 'Operation: Hammer'. It was also the place of his undoing in honourable combat; it was a good death, too, for the alternative would've been so much more painful and weak. He did not have long to live, and so he chose to give his life for the one he loved. He'd watched these young boys turn into soldiers - some of them were brought here as infants - and he had many times instructed them himself. He shared a kinship with them, for they were all instruments of his Queen for as long as they remembered. Fifteen years, now... 15 years of servitude, and he would not have it any other way. Twice, now, had he visited Death's Halls by protecting the ones he loved, and twice had he been called back into service. While most would become jaded by this fact alone, the Ashborn only saw his love for his Queen grow every day of his existence. He only wished these brave children before him would all be given the opportunity to serve her as long as he had, but these were weapons of war and so they were expendable.

As she called him forth before the legions of Bladeborn standing in formation, Thyrian did not need to reply. They both knew what to do, and so he only shot her a glance rich in deep respect and gratitude. As they passed eachother, he happened to brush his hand against hers, purely on accident. It made him withdraw it almost immidiately on instinct; old habits die hard, and being able to touch that which he loved was still a concept very foreign to him. He couldn't deny relishing the softness of her hand brushing against his coarse, ashen skin, but this was no time to indulge himself in such matters. "Bladeborn!" he called out, and what followed was a united, almost deafening echo brought on by thousands of feet standing at attention. He casually stepped through the ranks, carefully examining the young boys like a father would his own children before sending them off to school. In a moment of what his master would call weakness, Thyrian looked over the children only to find they all wore the same face - golden blonde hair and sapphire eyes, all staring at him, whispering his name. It made him pause and shut his eyes briefly, and upon opening them everything was back to normal. He shook his head and brought a hand to press at his forehead as if having a headache, before resuming his duties. Positioning himself back at the front facing them all, the Ashborn brandished a vibrosword. "Bladeborn! Arm yourselves!" It was all he needed to say for the legions to draw their weapons and assume the opening stance they knew by heart already.

@[member="Kära Vi'dreya"] @[member="Jorus Merrill"]
 
The Gypsymoth entered the metal-plated cavern, avoiding stalactites and stalagmites of equipment, storage, and densely layered facility. Blocky, ugly, bearing recent repairs, the ancient YV-929 settled down near the ranks of Bladeborn. Leaving Beyyr and Miktik to keep things locked down, Jorus walked out into the facility he'd built for @[member="Kära Vi'dreya"].

@[member="Thyrian Ashborn"] was the sort of man that inspired two contradictory impulses in Jorus. The first was respect. The second was avoidance. Being disinclined to disentangle or analyze these motives, Jorus just distilled the whole thing down to a nod as he walked past, on his way to the boardroom. "Ashborn. Nice day, innit."
 
A familiar face walked past him, looking like he was in a hurry. "Mr. Merrill", he replied as he returned the nod. They'd met before, at Kära's bidding, when they were plotting to steal the many artifacts held by the old Sith Empire. He seemed a trustworthy enough fellow, and he had not done anything to get on Thyrian's bad side. As he passed out of view, the Ashborn resumed his duties to train the legions gathered before him.

@[member="Jorus Merrill"] @[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]
 
By the time Kära was cleaned up the board room had been tended to. Stepping inside she glanced around, there was an assortments of drinks upon the table, a servant to one side, and she could smell the scent of food from down the hall. Good, it was always wise to make sure those you would do business with wanted for nothing during the negotiations. They made for much more willing clients.

She could hear that Thyrian had begun the session, and thus she simply settled herself down in the seat and smiled. Jorus would be here very soon if the additional voice was anything to go by - the halls rarely had any voice echo through them aside from hers and Thyrians, not without the permission of either.

"Show Captain Merrill in" she said, slowly beginning to rise up from the chair again - looking to the door as she waited for him to enter.

@[member="Jorus Merrill"] @[member="Thyrian Ashborn"]
 
@[member="Thyrian Ashborn"] @[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]

Jorus tipped his hat as he entered - "Ma'am" - then shrugged and doffed the hat entirely to set it down on the conference room table. He took a seat, grinning. "I take it you're liking the place. Looks like you've got things well in hand, and I don't kick myself at night over design flaws for this place.

"So. You need a second place. A guest house, so to speak. About this size, yeah? Enough room for mass trainin', plenty of associates, similar facilities for alchemy and such...I'd imagine the same security...and I'd imagine seriously, seriously improved communications and encryption gear, bounce signals off multiple comm satellites...what else do you need?"
 
[Was waiting on Thyrian but I guess we can skip over :)]

"Captain" the Lady replied, inclining her head in his direction out of respect. For a neutral-lightsided individual Jorus wasn't half bad, he kept his business head afloat as opposed to allowing himself to sink into stereotypes of what a Sith ought to be like. That she could thoroughly respect. "Indeed, it is an effective facility; everything has its purpose, and plays it well. Thank you for the efficient design."

Stepping across to one of the seats she sat down, no longer at the head of the table. They were equals here, and they both knew it. Or so she expected. "My you are perceptive. Indeed, a facility more focused around a training facility, an Alchemy lab as fine as the one present here, only somewhat larger... Not that I plan on teaching the art any time soon." That was one of the few things Kära knew which remained off limits to her students. "However, I'd like for it to have less of an artificial feel about it."

Raising a hand she thumbed her chin, and leant back in the seat for a moment - pondering. "The structure itself ought to be as solid as this, however aesthetically I'd ask it to be resembling those of Korriban; this second facility will hold more significance than the bunker you created, which in truth is a personal asset."

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]
 

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