Golbah Heights | Kishala

[Darth Metus]

Location: The Hub, Golbah City​

Tag: [member="Kishala Vi'dreya"]​

Some would scoff when he called himself Jedi.

When the Galactic Alliance met its bitter end, the role of Jedi was called into question. Was it their duty to avenge the mightiest bastion of democracy in the Galaxy? Was it their call to protect the survivors exclusively? Were they mandated to fall in with the next largest beacon of Light among the stars? These and so many others plagued the mind of most Jedi in the wake of the devastation. And, as far as Josiah Denko was concerned, the answer to those questions laid in the cycle. It seemed as though the Dark and Light Sides of the Force were destined to do battle over and over and over again. Neither side, since the creation of the Galaxy, could ever hope to permanently extinguish the other. One side would emerge victorious, until the other licked its wounds.

Thus, what point was there truly in casting in one's lot with the next in line for the Light? What point was there in flinging himself at the slayers of the Alliance either? All he would be doing was perpetuating the same vicious cycle that would never cease. No. What Josiah had to do...what the best answer to these questions was...to break free. To exist outside the vicious cycle, and in doing so, position one's self to do the most good amongst the stars. This was the mindset which saw the Jedi not follow his kindred spirits into the ranks of the Silver Jedi or the Alliance-in-Exile, but rather throw in his lot with a rather unique player on the Galactic stage. He returned to the nation which he had called home over a decade ago and took up a role within their Knights Obsidian organization.

Why? Because their nation permitted the Light and Dark to exist equally within their borders. The alignment of the Force was not the defining feature of their nation, but rather the rule of law and of actual justice. Freedom. Liberty. In light of this, Josiah had no problem living with the scoffs of those who once knew him - for he very much so identified himself as a Jedi. However, he simply chose to serve the Galaxy's best hope for a new direction. And if he was wrong, then he would gladly face down the outcome of his folly on that day. But in the present, the Jedi had no qualms fulfilling his role as Knight Obsidian whilst maintaining his Jedi identity. In fact, this day in particular, he had been tasked by the Vicelord personally - a Sith Lord by all accounts - to retrieve and protect his precious sibling.

[member="Kishala Vi'dreya"]. Now, the reports did not have anything particularly engrossing to say about the Umbaran woman, save for the fact that she shared blood with Darth Metus. And frankly, that was more than enough for Josiah to venture forth to Golbah City in order to make the initial pickup. Thus far, the Vicelord had not introduced the Confederacy to the vicious cycle of light and dark; but had also not abused his mantle whatsoever. As a result, Josiah followed his orders to the letter, and found himself standing just outside the monorail station during the mid-evening lull. He was dressed the part of an Obsidian Knight, garbed in their iconic attire minus the helm and mask. Moreover, a sign rested within one hand with K I S H A L A written upon it. The other hand held a simple food storage bag that had decent enough lining to keep the meals inside perfectly warm. He had no clue if his newfound charge had eaten - and the start to any solid working relationship was typically food. Thus, he would wait for the Vicelord's sibling to arrive and hopefully break the ice on a delicious note.

 

[Kishala Vi'dreya]

Kishala Vi'dreya
Location: The Hub's Monorail Station, Golbah City, Geonosis
Interacting with: [member="Josiah Denko"]

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For one who walked the path of the Dark, who embraced passion and submerged themselves in the tempest of their emotions, a creature like Kishala Vi’dreya was an abnormality. Calm and measured, the aether witch rarely allowed her emotions and sentiments to affect her veneer as she meandered through life. And perhaps to some, it was not truly living, for she was merely drifting along. A phantom of the moors, who merely existed but was unable to affect reality.

Then again, there were not many who even remembered that she was there, young and naïve and ignorant even as she stood aside and beheld Demia’s slow descend into the spiral of madness. And if it was at all possible, Kishala would continued to keep her memories of the time obscure, buried deep within the depths of her mind. Because while she would never admit it to anyone who is still living, there was much that she regretted. For she had truly loved her mother even with all her faults, and to learn that she had allowed the grand lady to wander beyond her reach was harrowing.

It had taken her a long time before she was able to stand back up once more after the demise of her mother. And by the time she did, the Kishala that rose from the ashes of her previous self was nigh untouchable. As the representative of House Vi’dreya on Umbara, she stepped away from all but the most important meetings as called by the Rootai and focused on expanding the family’s reaches in the underworld. Instead of smiling and dancing her way through the parties and galas of other nobles in a bid to expand her influence, she moved far away from the capital and lived her life in self-imposed solitude.

And she would have been satisfied to continue on with her quiet life if not for blood. It was due to their ties that the pale lady had stepped away from her demesne in the shadow world and on Geonosis. Isley has never requested much of her, but with the recent waves that the Confederacy has been making on the intergalactic stage, the Umbaran has decided to involve herself and see if there was anything she could do to help to lighten his burden in the coming days.

Dressed formally in an elegant dress of midnight blue threaded through with hints of silver, Kishala Vi’dreya stepped out of the station, the hood of her grey shimmersilk cloak lowered in observance of dusk. In a hand, she cradled a intricately carved box made from japor ivory, the slim case concealing a small collection of alchemised gems, her sole protection during her rare solitary travel between her homeworld and Golbah City. While she frequently travelled with a coterie of people or the companionship of her pets, the heart of Confederacy world was such that she felt secure enough that she was willing to forgo such details.

Even then, it was still sweet and thoughtful of Isley to request for someone to meet her. Her lips curved into a faint smile as her eyes fell upon the figure clad in the distinctive uniform of a Obsidian Knight, a sign in hand. Kishala made her way towards the male, inclining her head in a polite greeting. “I hope that you did not wait long for my arrival, Knight Denko,” she spoke, the shape of her words precise and laced with a lilt of her clear Umbaran heritage.

 

[Darth Metus]

Location: Golbah City, Monorail Station​

Tag: [member="Kishala Vi'dreya"]​

She was...Winter.

The comparison wormed its way into the psyche of the Jedi as his sable eyes scanned the crowds for his charge. And, as the monorail thundered into the station, he found that the similarities between the coldest season of all worlds and the Umbaran woman was well made. [member="Kishala Vi'dreya"] was winter...not in the sense that she was icy or unrelenting. No. She was as the dawn following a fresh snow. A refreshing breeze that challenged the drab of droids and xenos as they bustled forth from the monorail. A sign of change to come. And above all, stunning. She carried herself with an atmosphere of utmost grace, so much so that the Knight found himself straightening his posture as she drew near. Clearly, the sign had done its job and drew her attention. When she was within arm's reach, she regarded him with a nod - one of utmost poise - and spoke with an accented voice.

It was hard to believe that she and the Vicelord were related by blood. Josiah Denko recalled who the leader of their nation was prior to its resurgence. He remembered the brash Mandalorian who had a tendency to get into large fights - or questionable bedfellows. To say that he was of the same household as this woman was an affront to all things holy. No matter. The Knight Obsidian bid the woman the same respect as she did he. His head lowered in greeting and the baritone of his voice raised to grace her ears. "A pleasure to meet you, Lady Vi'dreya." he began. Though he was not bidden to address her as thus, it seemed fitting given her station. She was, effectively, nobility all things considered. And important enough that the Knight had been tasked with safeguarding her life with his own.

The sign was promptly abandoned and the Jedi raised the bag which resided within his offhand. His hands found and produced a simple, white pastry box that projected a succulent aroma into the air. Kishala would know the scent to be identical with freshly baked confections. As a woman of such regality, the Knight had no doubt in his mind that she might appreciate what he had to offer. T'was his literal and only addiction: freshly baked puffcakes. Now, these were certainly not the legendary puffcakes he could procure from the streets of Nar Shaddaa...but one with any sort of sense would not be presenting street confections to a woman such as Kishala. Nonetheless, the box's lid was opened to reveal row after row of the sweet treat - and he extended them over with a smile.

"I figured, after such a journey, you could use a pick-me-up." His words were coupled with a genuine smile as he offered the woman the treat. And, whether she accepted or declined, he would not tarry too long on the subject of snacks. He had to see her to the Vanguard Polaris where she would be staying for the time being. At least, once situated within her suite, the quieter side of his duties could begin in earnest.