Hear the Lamentation of their Dependents of Unspecified Gender [The Sith Order]

[Velok the Younger]

KORRIBAN CITY
KORRIBAN

A shiver ran up Connor’s back and he stared out into nothingness for minutes, silence all around him. It felt normal, like a weight had been lifted. Feeling nothing, he grabbed her lapels and dragged the body over to the wall of the building, shackles fixed on her limp wrists still, and sat her up to be discovered in a few hours, days, weeks…he didn’t care. It was a message sent to them all that with her death, it ended here.

This could mean a variety of things but the only certainty was that Charzon's body will stay somewhere in the city for a while, if not in perpetuity. But Connor mustn't dally around for much longer before the Sith discover the lifeless body.

Judgment day had come and gone for [member="Charzon Loulan"], the Butcher of Korriban. Gone, too, were the moment of discovery, the initial celebration, and the complete photodocumentation.

Now all that remained was the barbecue.

The single greatest benefit to being a Sith Order composed mainly of non-humans was that certain food options opened up. Still, there was nothing grotesque or unusually heavy-isotope about the cookout on the edges of Korriban City. Such imagery was the realm of [member="Darth Carnifex"]. Velok, for his part, found more joy in food than in head-banging. The body of Loulan, largely, was decidedly elsewhere.

Paper plates stood ready, as did drinks of all kinds. The fixins were mainly potluck, though he'd provided a large quantity of potato salad, as well as the monstrous barbecue itself. The machine had been patterned after the lost Dark Forge of Aza'zoth. It roared with gleeful light as Velok sharpened his carving knife on a Svolten rhyolite whetstone. For appetizers, he'd whipped up pulled long pork on a bun. He nommed joyfully as he barbecued.

[member="Tai Fa"] [member="Darth Ignus"] [member="Nyra Mazul"] [member="Tubal Sahon"] [member="Vilmor"] @Whatever other nonhumans we've got

 

[TB-705]

A feline stood at hand, noble features scarred to cruelty and marked by white paint of a Cathar pride. With braided mane and fur the color of rusted gold garbed in a silken red tunic, he looked more a Cathar prince than a Sith warrior. He moved with grace and surety of foot, gesturing for a worried-looking servant to deposit a crate of finest mead near the other drinks. Eyes of liquid gold flicked this way and that before settling upon the proper utensils.

Claws curled around a paper plate delicately, lest they puncture it. Thengil's nostrils flared, drinking in the scent of roasting flesh. He seized a pronged utensil and jammed it into a hunk of long pork, shaking it off onto the plate. He sniffed the meat, nibbled at it, and growled with satisfaction.

"The taste of victory," he rumbled, "May this be the first feast of many."

Whether he referred to a victory feast or a feast of long pig was not clear.

 

[Lok Xiangu]

A tongue slithered out and the Trandoshan's tongue was treated with a delicious smell of barbeque. A grin, with sharp teeth, was across Dagorn's face as he picked up a paper plate and began to fulfill himself of the meat from the Butcher of Korriban. He wished he could've killed the human and offer her life to the Scorekeeper, but he doubted the fact she had a handsome quantity of Jagganath Points. The average conscript was, in his opinion, much greater than Charzon.

Just before he went to sit with the other nonhuman Sith, he grabbed some Jawa Juice and put a horde of barbeque sauce and honey mustard on his meat.

Once he sat himself, the T'doshok began to devour his meal like a wild dog that would cause a mess at his station.

"Delicccccccoussssss," he complimented at the Whiphid's cooking and then went back to digging into the meat.

[member="Velok the Younger"] [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEwk1ZEnBWE​

Korriban City
Korriban

It might have been odd to picture the towering Epicanthix among so many non-Humans feasting on a succulent bounty of long pork, but when one got to know that monolithic warrior king it became incessantly clear that his being there was not so out of place after all. He wore a set of unimpressive gray-green linen vestments that barely contained the coiled musculature hidden beneath his scarred skin, and his long black hair had been bound back until only a singular tail of hair traced his spine. In his left hand he held a cooler of assorted beverages, mainly several casks of wine and a absinthe kit for himself. He sat the cooler down near the rest of the beverages before removing the absinthe fountain, a glass, a little box of sugar cubes, a slotted spoon, and a bottle of the actual spirit itself.

The Dark Lord proceeded to sit himself at the nearest table, and set up the absinthe fountain by placing the drinking glass beneath one of the two spigots that jutted out from the base of the fountain. He then began to fill up the glass with a measured amount of absinthe, sat the slotted spoon atop the glass, placed a sugar cube onto the spoon, and then turned the spigot ever so slightly so that the water would meticulously drip onto the sugar cube and into the drink.

The full process would only take a couple moments longer to achieve the spirit's full blossom, and in that time the Dark Lord would extend his hand to snatch a sausage of long pork from the grill, slap it in between a bun, and coat it with the proper condiments all while harnessing the Force. He would then levitate the neatly prepared morsel over to where he was sitting and placed it atop a paper plate, at which time the sugar cube had finally melted into the drink which had been filled nearly to the brim with iced water and absinthe. Carnifex removed the slotted spoon and began to stir, mixing the ingredients until the milky opalescence had returned to its vibrant emerald state.

Then he took a quick swig, chomped on his delicious meats, and generally enjoyed the Sith outing.

 

[Ignatius]

Looking among the various Sith who sat at tables, and mingled with one another, I could see the feast that had been prepared for those who came.

Korriban had been my home. Hiding within the city, in the confines of my abode. All until people, nasty, disgusting people had ruined that. Since I had been abandoned once more, I took to hiding. Biding my time to return into the fold of the Sith. It seems I have done so. With news spreading from the shadows of many Sith congregating, I came to join.

It had been only two days since I returned. Hearing of the woman who attacked Korriban being killed by the people, I joined in eating.

Sitting as creatures of lizardfolk, Whipids, and even feline creatures quenched their hunger upon the flesh of the perished. I smiled lightly. As soon as it was there, the emotion left me. My hand reaching down to the slab of flesh upon the plate. My mind wondering why it was cooked. Why cook the flesh of those you had forced the fates to end? I would have happily ate her alive, or at the very least raw. Sighing as I picked up the hot meat in my hands, I bit down. Letting the flavors of the cut explode in my mouth. The tender meat was cooked well.

After tasting it, I continued to eat my fill. Downing it with a little bit of burning liquid. Not sure what kind of liquor it was. I drank anyways. Tasting more and more, I found myself enjoying the food.

Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I smiled very lightly.

[member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Dagorn"], [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"], [member="Velok the Younger"],

 

[Olom Grihk]

Olom looked at the plate set before him. While he rarely liked the idea of eating sapients--even exceptionally primitive and stupid ones--he had been invited, aand felt it would be rude not to partake. So, the small Sith took what amoutned to a dessert plate and added a "slider" sized sandwich to it, and a little of the potato salad. He then waved a small wand--a chemical sniffer--over the device. The readout indicated that while it would more protein than usual for him, it wouldn't do him any menaingful harm, provided he didn't eat like this too often.


He gave a small gesture of thansk to Velok and Carnifex. "I appreciate the hospitality, even if I like the olfactory senses to enjoy it as much as you do," he said with a sof chuckle, a voice not unlike angry wind or a particualry whispery axe-murderer. For some reason, he felt this whole thing was poetic. An engineer who plotted and schemed for pwoer and politics, literally consumed by those she sought to destroy. For a brief moment, he wondered if his own fate would be so perverse, as he nibble on the sandwich. Teeth not unlike needles dug into the less-than-mysterious meat. While he couldn't actually taste the food, it's texture was quite impressive. very tender. As he understood the primitive method of firing one's own kills, Velok definitely had something of an artistic bent. "I have to say, Velok, you do seem to truly enjoy the craft of cooking. And unsurprisingly, the most troublesome Epicanthix I've ever met still has an eye for those emerald liquors," he said with a chuckle. "Some things never change..." he mused.


@Akuma @Darth Carnifex @Dagorn @Thengil Ri'Shajirr [member="Velok the Younger"]

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

Fashionably late. That was what they usually called it. For Leos, it was merely that he was late due to outside circumstances. Yes, he was quite busy dealing with issues. Some of which the people here had no idea about. Others that they did. Stirring up trouble on Silver Jedi worlds was no problem for anyone. Going after Connor Harrison wasn't likely to be a bother either. Yes indeed, he was a very, very busy individual. Taking time out from training his apprentices and dealing with all of his other work was a hard thing to do, but when a barbecue was called for, well, who was he to resist a free meal on one of the ancient Sith worlds?

So he approached the others and snagged a bit of the cooked long pork on a bun and chewed on it. As he did so, he plopped down a package of Quekka Fish that he'd brought along. One of his new hobbies was a budding fish farm. Given the low population of the fish species, he'd taken to farming them. Of course he tailored their diets in such a way as to make them nearly identical to what was caught on their homeworld. They were already considered a delicacy, so why change anything?

"Brought some fish. The good kind. Should be good grilled up."

He took another bite of pork and looked around at the others, nodding to the few he actually happened to know. Then it was off to get some potato salad. Good stuff, that potato salad.

[member="Velok the Younger"]

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Darth Ignus"][member="Olom Grihk"]@Akuma[member="Darth Carnifex"]@Dagorn@Thengil Ri'Shajirr

"Thank you all for your generous compliments on my cooking - and to Ignus for the fish, which is coming right up. Along with what you might call long bacon. Feth, I love white meat."

He chomped on a pork bun and slid the quekka fish onto the upper portion of the alchemical grill. Arcane processes began to treat the fish for maximum tastiness.

"Could someone grab the keg from my speeder? Blood wine - old Toolan recipe, with my own twist. Let us toast the Butcher fittingly. Also..." He finished stacking meat in a deep tray. "...this needs to go to the bombardment victim shelter on Kressh Street. The strong look out for their own, and they deserve the taste of revenge."

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Tai Fa pecked gently at his plate and the meat resting on it.

Every peck chipped off a little piece, which was carefully tasted, before being consumed by the peacock. It was true that the Thirriken usually preferred their diets less... carnivorous, yet, there were certain occasions where it was less about the taste and more about the message it send. Which did not stop Lord Fa from requesting another plate of delicious vegetables to be relayed over to his table, of course.

You had to enjoy yourself, after all.

"Quite the meal, Velok.​

The seasoning is just right.​

I thank you for this."​

And it was no secret that the Thirriken had rather extensive and elaborate tastes, a compliment from them was rare indeed.

​

"Vnut, please provide help.​

Blood wine will do rather well.​

We must hail Charzon."​

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In response the ursine bodyguard nodded and quite promptly went to fetch the keg of blood wine. He was already balancing a plate with a royally sized steak just for him -- no one was to be left behind on this particular festivity. No, everyone deserves to celebrate the joyous occasion.​

 

[Darth Prazutis]

This day and age it was a rare thing when the Dark Lord took time for such a social outing that didn't have some sort of ulterior motive. There was quite a lot that required Prazutis's attention especially in the Pacanth Reach. That and running his relocated intelligence apparatus. But when the invitation came Prazutis gladly accepted the chance to come relax and celebrate even if it was with a gathering of mostly non-humans.

The Dark Titan sat next to his family and mentor [member="Darth Carnifex"], the clinging sound of a spoon stirring the milky concoction that was called Absinthe together to form that brilliant emerald green color. In the Pacanth Reach it was quite the popular drink, and one he was turned onto by Kaine during one of the famous feasts the Zambranos were known to throw especially for visiting dignitaries.Its rich licorice flavor was delightful and the beverage had just the right amount of kick to make it that much more enjoyable. He pulled the spoon out of the glass and sat it down to the side, taking a sip of the green liquid. He swished it around in his mouth and savored the taste, swallowing once he was satisfied with how it turned out.

"Velok's a good cook, i'm surprised." Prazutis said to Kaine, biting into the sausage sandwich he had set up among other things on his plate. "While Charzon might be gone, the impact of her decision to bombard Korriban will be felt for many years to come. Whether they like it or not the Silvers won't ever be able to recover from such a blow by one of their own."