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[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Infestation

1. 
   
   Infestation refers to the state of being invaded or overrun by pests or parasites. It can also refer to the actual organisms living on or within a host.
   
   
   In·fec·tion
   inˈfekSH(ə)n/
   
   
2. 
   
   noun
   
   
   the process of infecting or the state of being infected.
   "strict hygiene will limit the risk of infection"
   synonyms: disease, virus; More
   
   
   
   Reecee. Alderaan. Eclipse station. Coruscant. Empress Teta and countless other planets were falling victim to the same, disgusting process of uninvited overthrow. Overtime she dwelled on the subject, and considered the threatening opportunity, it seemed as though the back of her hand itched irritably — reminding her that she had fallen victim to their poisons. But not to the extent of her friends that the Vong had in their grips. Remaining idle held no purpose, she wasn’t any safer by it, nor was the galaxy. As much as Kiskla had a history of throwing herself into things without much knowledge, this was different. She needed to know — her curiosity needed to give her the extra oomph of understanding before stepping into the realm of The Hydra Queen and her hive.
   
   Johnny Diamonds had spent a while pouring into the History of the Vong — for both their knowledge purposes. Even corresponding back and forth with [member="Avalore Eden"] and the progress the healers were having with the samples collected. The Vong weren’t invincible, but they were formidable. The blueprints the Protectorate’s exarch had alluded to were uninformative for the most part, and even with the Mandalorian’s collaboration, there were still missing pieces on how to boast ultimate conquest.
   
   She needed more than in the information in the now. She needed information of the past — perhaps even a live telling if that was so possible; stories that were centuries old. And what was better than having the root of centuries in a name? Who better to tell a story than a member of the previously victorious government.
   
   In the solitude of the Ruusan archives, Kiskla rapped a message into the bracer on her right arm. A channel that was beginning to collect dust, as she tried to keep their correspondences to a minimum; the relationship was strange and certainly questionable now given her position. The last time she’d heard from him — while under the flag of the Moross Crusade— , the entire feathery plume of the Jedi had become ruffled. There was much hubris and agitation on both sides of the playing field — which is why she elected that this would be a solo endeavour.
   
   To: [member="Cameron Centurion"]
   From: Kiskla Grayson
   RE: Voxyn History and Termination
   
   I hear your government has a significant understanding on The Vong. Mind another insightful chat?
   
   
   

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Cameron's personal datapad rarely activated these days. The vast majority of disciples, priests, and pilgrims that wished to reach out to the Aesir for an audience were handled by a handful of servants, men and women that dedicated their lives to the service of Aatrox for whatever reason. Thus far, Cameron had been quite happy with their ability to sift through communications and bring him only the most...relevant of concerns.

That pretty much left four or five people that actually had access to his personal communicator. One, Amorella Mae, didn't need to use any piece of technology to reach him. She was, quite literally, a part of him now, and he could sense her decisions and movements from a considerable distance. Then there was Soliael Devin Talith and Vascious Relens - men that, like him, were of few words. They didn't exactly call each other up for chit-chats. The last two were Crystal and [member="Kiskla Grayson"]. The former had the information almost exclusively because she had pushed his spawn out from between her legs in the past. She wasn't the only one, so that was obviously a thin connection if ever there were one.

Shockingly, the message had arrived from the least likely of the candidates. Kiskla and Cameron had an...interesting relationship. In a word, he respected her for her dedication to a path that was tragically pathetic but definitively necessary in Cameron's eyes. There would always be a push and pull effect in the galaxy for those not capable of fully embracing or understanding the ability to integrate every aspect of the Force. Unity was the strongest form. Still, the young Grandmaster had actually attempted to kill him once in the past...and vice versa. They'd ended up tentative friends when they were both forced to escape the spice mines of Kessel together before they were both killed.

For a moment, the Sith Lord mused on how much the Jedi Order really knew about their Grandmaster's less-than-righteous past. Tapping a three-button combination on his datapad, Cameron delivered a swift reply.

Well, well. I would be happy to discharge another eloquent discourse. I hope the insight differs from the last revealing consultation we executed, however. Send me coordinates, Grandmaster.

The Sith Lord did not bother to format the message with any level of formality. Stowing the datapad, he returned his attention to the individual strapped to a bench beside him. Smiling, the Aesir continued. "Forgive me. It would seem I may have to depart prematurely for another meeting. We'll have to pick up the pace..." Picking a pair of calipers, Cameron attached them to the man's reproductive organ and reactivated the device.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Kiskla, of course, did not know what was going on when the response came through. Nor did she care to investigate; his acquiesce was all that was necessary. She preferred to keep things as efficient as possible with [member="Cameron Centurion"] -- all her curiosity had to have a purpose. His godly world was mostly unknown to her, as were the operations of the Crusade on a whole-- save for the brief instances Cameron or Soliael decided to show up on Ossus. Delightful times. So great.

Anyways, the coordinates to a fairly populated area in the Outer Rim were sent. The last time they’d met (on her initiation) had been a space station — she found that while large crowds could be dangerous to introduce someone inherently evil to, he was also less likely to lash out. And things had changed since the last meeting -- she'd been a councillor on the Jedi Council but mostly unknown and able to go about her business without being recognized. Now, as Grandmaster there were a few more awareness points that were made public. Just a bit.

Anyways, Praesitlyn was where it was going to go down--- somewhere second star to the right and straight on until morning. Also known as near Izabel.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

The Sith Lord wiped his hands and arms casually as an assistant delivered a report about his personal vessel being prepared for departure. Nodding to the lithe, tall individual, Cameron tossed the rag aside and stepped away from the mess of blood and entrails that remained on the table in the interrogation chamber. The act of even wiping his hands was...mostly unnecessary because his entire body and all of his clothing were more or less coated in the remains of the fallen.

Several hours later, the Aesir emerged from his chambers aboard the Nemesis as the vessel broached the atmosphere of the neutral world. He'd not contacted [member="Kiskla Grayson"] for a meeting point on the planet, but she would find locating him a...definitive point of ease. Long it had been since Cameron Centurion cared to mute or otherwise restrain the reality of his dark presence. Once the vessel had docked at the appointed starport, the Sith Lord emerged from the vessel dressed as he always was - expensive folds of dark blue and grey adorning his lower extremities, covered by a cloak of similar fashion. Ancient tattoos adorning his upper torso shifted with the movement of his large body as he casually walked through the bustling starport.

Discretion may have been something that the Jedi Master needed or desired, but Cameron had long since abandoned any care for what others might choose to perceive. The opinions of the masses did not divert him from his course or goals in life. Rumor and suspicion only had power if you allowed it.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Like last time they had convened, the current of pedestrians was strong and flowing through the location. Oftentimes when Kiskla conducted clandestine meetings (which was frequent) publicity was not something she suggested nor pursued. However, it seemed to be Cameron's fancy. Though there were plenty persons loitering about, and the idea was likely to blend, it simply wasn't possible for a man of his stature be it physical or ethereal. His build was akin to one she was a little more familiar with, and galaxy knew how difficult it was for Marcello to mesh with the flow.

Had it not been for the slight diversion of bodies from the casually ambling Sith Lord, Kiskla still would have detected his being. Cameron was a proud sort, and the force amplified his confidence like a spotlight, ironically enough. What with the darkness...and spotlight. Ya dig? Anyways. Kiskla had been idling her time commiserating with a local about the state of tree bark, and it's deprecating thickness. Something intriguing like that -- either way, she was all too happy to excuse herself as a few bodies peeled to the side to let [member="Cameron Centurion"] tread undisturbed. Unlike the rest of the crowd, she wove to fall into step with Cameron. Opposite to him, people seemed to have a tendency to curl into her, rather than away which made navigation a little trickier at times.

"Did you know there is a serious deprecation of lignin and tannins in the Praesitlyn forests? It's reducing the steadfastness of their bark. Apparently there's a viral toxin spreading through the local flora, which affects their exports." Kiskla explained, after her left-field introduction and somewhat jarring salutations. "Infestations are awful -- so I appreciate your help with trying to end the one currently overriding Alderaan." A weird segue, but if you tried hard enough, it worked.