Populate Humbarine Epilogue | TSC Populate of Giju

[Vesper Thrace]

"Shut up," Vesper said, though there was no heat in it. She looked at Tavi's hands, shrouded in bandages now.

If there was any justice in this world, Mercy and her cronies would pay handsomely for what her crew had suffered during the battle. A full warning would have been a good place to start. A little something called informed consent would have been a bare minimum, instead of getting some godforsaken half-assed briefing while already on the ship.

Void mother's milk in a cup!

"It stands to reason that this is all ours," she said as she surveyed the debris field. "Don't want anyone getting any funny ideas. Bring our bulk haulers in. We can sort it out at the breakers."

She took a step off the command pedestal, turning to Banderos. No, not Banderos, who had lost his ever-loving mind during the Nether rift. What was New Banderos' name again? Marlon? Malvern? No, Martin. "Martin, you have the helm. First Officer and I will be in the ready-room." Vesper glanced at Tavi, then cocked her head toward the door to the Captain's ready room. She led him in, shut the door.

"I want that piece we broke off the Mandalorian flagship," she said without preamble. "I knew they would have some kind of ridiculous fuckoffium plating, but something that powerful... well, we will need something to meet or exceed it. Cowards," she punctuated with a hiss, banging her fist on the table hard enough that the coffee cup she had left there earlier in the day leapt up and landed with a clink. "They will rue the day."

The Captain turned and went to the window, glaring out.

"I'm meeting with the Big Woman later. She will pay for our services. What do you think I should ask? What do you want? We almost died, so I think it's basically pony-and-a-blowjob time."

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Tavi Corvask​

 

[Meya Liefi]

Tag: Varin Mortifer​

Both her men watched the new arrival carefully, waiting for their mistress's reaction.

Meya turned at the sound of the voice. The outfit was different, but the man remained unmistakable. His height, his build, the way he carried himself. Varin appeared to know exactly what he was, and moved through the world with the confidence of someone who had long since accepted it.

But the fact that he knew who she was even outside her armour sat strangely with her. Then again, the moment she had agreed to join the Covenant, the separation between her personal identity and her Sith one had begun to erode. It was something she had known would happen eventually. People talked. Records were kept. Images circulated.

Her fingers rotated the wine glass once, sending the dark liquid into a slow spiral. At least this Sith had earned his title.

He had proven that much during their first meeting and again upon Humbarine's battlefield. That did not mean she trusted him, cared for him, or even particularly liked him. Merely that he was worthy of the title he carried.

A quiet sound escaped her at his observation, somewhere between acknowledgement and dismissal.

"There is little reason for me to be out there." Golden eyes drifted briefly toward the celebration below. Laughter, music, and conversation echoed faintly through the mansion before her attention returned to him. "If there is someone there who wishes to speak with me, it is likely I have no interest in the conversation."

"Yet there appears to be a reason for you to be in here."

The wine shifted within the glass as she turned it once more.

"Boredom?" she asked. "Curiosity?"

 

[Efret Farr]

After he had secured the necklace around her neck, she turned to resume their walk, nestling her arm around his again. The other's hand touched the crystal hanging at her décolletage gingerly. She didn't look over at him, or even smile anew, confident that he could feel the grateful satisfaction radiating from her like the sun hidden by the fury of Sith hanging in Humbarine's atmosphere.

They were at the doors in just a moment more. She took a sighing breath on the threshold. She'd surely see some she knew inside as well as others she didn't. The sociality of Covenant Sith, at least, had surprised her. It still did, quite honestly, although it shouldn't have. A vast majority of beings were meant to exist in association. The beings beyond these great doors were no exceptions; all that perhaps was was that Sith tended to be much less friendly to outsiders.

But if you bore their cloth, then they loved you, albeit in their own way.

And that uniqueness was something to embrace, not to reject.

Yes—she was very ready to both strengthen budding relationship and make new friends. Whatever that exactly meant by Sith standards, she looked forward to discovering.

Ever the anthropologist.

Casimir Thorne
Exit thread​

 

[Anet Raine]

Nilira Vornix
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Hmph. She noted that Nilira was very focused on her 'research.'

Anet attained a clearer picture as soon as the acolyte rambled on, wondering about the origins of organic emotion.

"What are you on about?" She asked. "You know we have answers to these things, girl. I think perhaps... Your academic curiosity is misguided."

Then, the scholar considered for a moment.

"What question are you trying to answer?"

It didn't particularly bother her that Nilira might have been going through some kind of homicidal meltdown. Such quirks weren't novelties among the Sith - everyone was expected to be a little fucked up one way or another.

Though her eyes glanced back to the bag, and she did wonder just what the hell was the driving factor here. It seemed oddly specific and grimly practiced to be a spontaneous behavior.

 

[Tamsin Starfall]

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Theme: Let You Down
Location: Humbraine - Governor's Mansion
Equipment: Twin Omens | Combat Knife | Talisman | Multi-Tool | Mind Crown | Jacket (Black)
DIRECT TAGS: Vess Sadragen | OPEN

Tamsin had watched everyone she passed by as she walked through the mansion. She noted several groups of people she knew conversing and some she didn't. She only took a moment to glance at them, not wanting to linger too long or make them think she was ease dropping.

She could see those long stares into the abyss in some of the eyes of the people she passed by like Eurydice . She knew that look, it hung in her own eyes from time to time. Yet this night there was only shame in her eyes. She thought about stopping and telling the woman, she would be fine. Yet she didn't as Astra Sadow engaged Eurydice in conversation.

So Tamsin just moved on as she noted Anet Raine talking to someone Tamsin had only seen but didn't know Neriah Calven ( Nilira Vornix ) or was it something else now? Again Tamsin didn't engage, no doubt Anet was here conducting some business, and she didn't want to interfere. So, she moved on, and up some stares only glancing back down at the room for a moment looking at all those people and their friends.

She moved up the stairs as she spotted Varin Mortifer , in conversation with a Sephi woman Meya Liefi . Tamsin again didn't know the woman he was talking to, maybe his girlfriend he sometimes mentioned? If it was it was a strange combination. For a guy who thought he was chit at talking to women he sure always had a lot of them swarming him like a fan club.

She just shook her head an continued on as she passed by a room where she heard Acier Moonbound talking to someone the voice sounded familiar but she could place Meliant because the one time she had met the imperial doorman she hadn't exactly been in control. She didn't know what the too were talking about and she rather not, she already knew Acier was suspicious of her for speaking Mandalorian. Best avoid him, hell best avoid anyone that had been at the armory after what she did.

She continued on moving through the crowd as she just people watched, something she was good at. Maybe the only thing she was really good at doing. Not really paying attention to where she was going Tamsin rounded a corner and ran into Vess Sadragen on her own wandering journey.

"Oof, Oh excuse me, I…I'm sorry pardon me." Tamsin stammered before she looked up and saw who it was. "Chit, you're Vess…uh….yeah….I thought you and Lily would have skedaddled already? You decided to stay and party huh?"

 

[Kaelyr]

Tags: Open

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I was never one for large gatherings, let alone parties such as this. It was odd, finding revelry soon after such horrors and carnage had been unleashed upon Humbarine. A smile slithered across my lips as I was amused by the dark duality of this group of Sith. Unlike the imperials, we can find happiness in destruction. It was also alarming in a sense, and something he would endeavor to set himself apart from.

Leaning against the edge of the balcony overlooking the merriment below, I had the perfect view, able to see the comings and goings of other Covenant sith who participated in this endeavor. A calm yet intrigued smirk played on my face, my ember red eyes darting from person to person, drinking in any hand gestures and body language, to the facial expressions of those I could manage to see. It was fun watching the interactions of such purveyers of chaos, a nice change of pace, I could say at least, as I was used to dealing with the lives of those unfortunate enough to get in his way.

I would remain on my perch, watching them, observing how they interacted with one another, and if I found myself bored, I would leave, but until then, people watching would suffice for now.

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"Common Speech"

 

[Seris Velmora]

Tag: Kaelyr | OPEN

The bottle was lighter than it had been twenty minutes ago. Or perhaps thirty. Seris had stopped counting somewhere between her third drink and her fifth. The distinction hardly mattered. The pain in her chest had dulled to a distant ache beneath the alcohol. The stiffness from her confinement aboard the escape pod had loosened. The edge of her irritation had softened into something far more dangerous.

Boredom.

Amber eyes drifted across the gathering for what felt like the hundredth time. Soldiers. Politicians. Sith. Survivors. All celebrating being alive. Seris had discovered long ago that surviving a battle was considerably less interesting than fighting one.

Another drink disappeared.

Then another.

The room had developed the pleasant warmth that accompanied just enough alcohol to make bad ideas seem reasonable. A grin tugged at one corner of her mouth. Now this felt more familiar. The Sith warrior pushed herself away from the table and wandered through the mansion without any particular destination in mind. Loose bandages wrapped around her chest dragged lazily behind her while the stolen Mandalorian hammer knocked against her hip with each step causing her to sway appearing to be dramatically off balance.

Eventually she rounded a corner and nearly walked directly into someone. Seris blinked. Then blinked again. "Oh." Her grin widened. "You're real."

Kaelyr. One of the more recognizable faces from the Humbarine debrief. At least she was fairly certain it was Kaelyr. The alcohol had not completely robbed her eyesight, but she wasn't willing to rule anything out.

"You ever notice," she began with complete seriousness, "that surviving a battle is actually the worst part?"

Without waiting for an answer she took another drink. "Everyone talks about glory and victory and destiny." A dismissive wave followed. "Then suddenly you're expected to stand around and socialize."

Seris leaned slightly closer. "I preferred the part where everyone was trying to kill me." The statement sounded entirely sincere. Because it was.

Her gaze briefly drifted toward the hammer hanging from her belt before returning. A thoughtful hum escaped her. "You know what I need?"

She pointed the neck of the bottle toward Kaelyr. "A bad idea." The grin that followed suggested she was already halfway committed to several.

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