Dissero
Breaking Even
[SIZE=14.6667px]Wild Space[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Dreadlady Sable’s Flagship [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Location Unknown[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Present Day[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“Was it necessary to hold me prisoner for this?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Darkness had been his life for some time now. A small cell on a bleak ship that had long since lost its infamy to greater people, greater things. How long he’d been there Dissero couldn’t be sure. It had felt like days, weeks perhaps - he hoped only the former but his gut told him it wasn’t the case. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Hapes was a long way from...wherever it was they were now.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“There was no way to confirm the ring’s ability until its use. I had to be sure.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“Sure of what?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“That you did not betray me.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Pale green eyes watched him from behind a darkened cowl, a face no longer displayed to the world for the corruption he knew hidden beneath. He could make out the black veins surrounding those eyes, the tinge of yellow where once they were white. Even her voice had changed - such was her inescapable connection to the Dark Side. Fated by the Force, she’d said to him some time ago.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“And if I had?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]She did not answer but he felt the presence of the Dreadlady’s husband somewhere off to his right. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“It worked then?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“Yes,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] she said, drumming the fingers of her blackened right hand along the armrest of her throne, there the Master Ring glimmered at him, teasing for its power. He wanted to know the story and yet … it disturbed him to know that he was still part of such heinous deeds. He could never tell Verie. Never.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“I will not lament never seeing your precious trinket again,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] Sable tossed another gleaming item to the floor at his feet and he bent to pick it up. The Traveler’s Locket fell into the palm of his hand, warm and agitated. It never liked being leased out. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]“Nor the loss of Silva Talith, though Hapes will rue the name for centuries to come. No Talith will be welcome there again.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“What did you do…” he thought of his family, of the extended Talith children that could have, might have enjoyed the beauties of Hapes in their own time. Would that their name be stricken from all records, none of them would mourn this loss. But to be blacklisted, perhaps even hunted, and never understand why?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]They would one day, maybe.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“...nevermind, I don’t want to know.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“But you will[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px].”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] Her shadow was upon him, blackened fingers and the cold chill of the Master ring encompassing his scalp. Dissero grimaced as the images flooded in.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/SIZE]
2 Weeks Prior
Hapes
[SIZE=14.6667px]Painted lips. Golden hair. A custom fitted red gown that obstructed her breathing. Staring in the mirror of her transport, Silva Talith looked on impassively as she applied the last bit of rouge to her cheeks. The occupational hazards of playing at Moridin’s game were nothing compared to the degradation she’d endured during her time spent on Hapes as the Lady Talith, heiress to the royal throne. One of many. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Quietly she slipped the Traveler’s Locket beneath the bustline of her dress, pulling a golden chain and pendant over top gifted to her years prior by the Queen Mother herself. The Hapan Court was one of deceit, no different than any other, but the Hapan Courtesans were some of the most lecherous, conniving people she’d ever met.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]And she grew up with Sith.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]A streak of silver crossed the royal Hapan skies, descending upon the Palace in the waning hours of the day. Lady Talith’s transport set down within the hangar, greeted by an entourage of Royal Guards.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“Lady Talith, the Queen Mother bids you a most warm welcome. We had feared the worst for you after the fall of Byss to the Sith. To hear of your continued safety and health is most relieving.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“My husband spared no expense to see me out safely. I lament my losses. Byss had great promise.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“The Queen will receive you for dinner. Allow me to take you to your room.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]@Persephone Callais[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Dreadlady Sable’s Flagship [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Location Unknown[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Present Day[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“Was it necessary to hold me prisoner for this?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Darkness had been his life for some time now. A small cell on a bleak ship that had long since lost its infamy to greater people, greater things. How long he’d been there Dissero couldn’t be sure. It had felt like days, weeks perhaps - he hoped only the former but his gut told him it wasn’t the case. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Hapes was a long way from...wherever it was they were now.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“There was no way to confirm the ring’s ability until its use. I had to be sure.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“Sure of what?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“That you did not betray me.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Pale green eyes watched him from behind a darkened cowl, a face no longer displayed to the world for the corruption he knew hidden beneath. He could make out the black veins surrounding those eyes, the tinge of yellow where once they were white. Even her voice had changed - such was her inescapable connection to the Dark Side. Fated by the Force, she’d said to him some time ago.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“And if I had?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]She did not answer but he felt the presence of the Dreadlady’s husband somewhere off to his right. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“It worked then?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“Yes,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] she said, drumming the fingers of her blackened right hand along the armrest of her throne, there the Master Ring glimmered at him, teasing for its power. He wanted to know the story and yet … it disturbed him to know that he was still part of such heinous deeds. He could never tell Verie. Never.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“I will not lament never seeing your precious trinket again,”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] Sable tossed another gleaming item to the floor at his feet and he bent to pick it up. The Traveler’s Locket fell into the palm of his hand, warm and agitated. It never liked being leased out. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]“Nor the loss of Silva Talith, though Hapes will rue the name for centuries to come. No Talith will be welcome there again.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“What did you do…” he thought of his family, of the extended Talith children that could have, might have enjoyed the beauties of Hapes in their own time. Would that their name be stricken from all records, none of them would mourn this loss. But to be blacklisted, perhaps even hunted, and never understand why?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]They would one day, maybe.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“...nevermind, I don’t want to know.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“But you will[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px].”[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] Her shadow was upon him, blackened fingers and the cold chill of the Master ring encompassing his scalp. Dissero grimaced as the images flooded in.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/SIZE]
2 Weeks Prior
Hapes
[SIZE=14.6667px]Painted lips. Golden hair. A custom fitted red gown that obstructed her breathing. Staring in the mirror of her transport, Silva Talith looked on impassively as she applied the last bit of rouge to her cheeks. The occupational hazards of playing at Moridin’s game were nothing compared to the degradation she’d endured during her time spent on Hapes as the Lady Talith, heiress to the royal throne. One of many. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Quietly she slipped the Traveler’s Locket beneath the bustline of her dress, pulling a golden chain and pendant over top gifted to her years prior by the Queen Mother herself. The Hapan Court was one of deceit, no different than any other, but the Hapan Courtesans were some of the most lecherous, conniving people she’d ever met.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]And she grew up with Sith.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]A streak of silver crossed the royal Hapan skies, descending upon the Palace in the waning hours of the day. Lady Talith’s transport set down within the hangar, greeted by an entourage of Royal Guards.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“Lady Talith, the Queen Mother bids you a most warm welcome. We had feared the worst for you after the fall of Byss to the Sith. To hear of your continued safety and health is most relieving.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“My husband spared no expense to see me out safely. I lament my losses. Byss had great promise.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“The Queen will receive you for dinner. Allow me to take you to your room.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]@Persephone Callais[/SIZE]