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[Adron Malvern]

Illyrian Royal Palace ~ Azurine City ~ First Light ~ Wearing

"To be a Knight is to stand by a code that this galaxy has long since forgotten. A code of order." - King Adron Malvern
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Darkness fell over the morning. There was yet time until the shining rays of first light fell upon the assembly hall. The hall itself was empty, except for a few souls who had business to attend to just before the ceremony. Still, none bothere the King who stood on the dais at the end of the room. He sat in his throne, a spare cloth in his hands as he ran the rag against the cool surface of an ornate ceremonial blade. The sword was a rapier of sorts, crafted from the finest phrik that could be mined on Illyria. With a golden pommel that was wrapped in ebony and amethyst it was a purely handsome blade. The sword had never seen blood, never faced a blemish. In fact, it almost seemed criminal to use such a blade for a ceremony befitting a warrior. Still, all of the blades that the King had employed to take a life were dipped in the most precarious of poisons. It would certainly not do for those he wished to honor to fall upon the floor of the hall, screaming terror and wishing for death. No, that would not do.

He'd spent the better part of the morning seeing to whatever paperwork had flooded his desk in the night. However, now it was time to turn his mind from such matters. Now, was time to deliver upon the deserving.

Sliding the blade of the sword back into its scabbard, Adron set the sword upon an amethyst pillow, watching as one of the members of his guard took the blade away until it was time for the ceremony to begin. The King rested back into his throne, his eyes turning to the hall before him. The outskirts of the hall held tables filled with spirits and hors d'oeuvres. The main spine of the hall held an ornate amethyst and teal rug that stretched from the end of the hall all the way to the dais. The space between the rug and the tables were made available for guests of the ceremony. As this was a Royal Knighting, all number of people had been assembled to witness it. Along with the current Chancellor of State, other anointed Knights of the Court, and select members of the nobility there were some visiting dignitaries from across the galaxy. All here to view the Knighting of a single person, Xobos Yakieer .

Before the morning could crest, the halls would be open to the guests. The servants and butlers escorted the guests to their positions. The most prominent of note, such as the Chancellor and members of nobility were invited to stand in front of the dais, only a few feet from the place where the Knighting was to take place.

The King stood from his throne, clasping his hands over each other as the hall began to fill more and more. It was not until the hall was full that the Chamberlain of the Royal Court stepped forward. He was an older man with long flowing robes of gold and silver. He cleared his throat, raising a hand to silence the slight murmur of the crowd before him. "Lords and Ladies." He began, his voice powerful in the hall of Illyria.

"It is by the decree of King Adron Malvern, the ninety-seventh King of Illyria, and protector of the System, that we gather today to bring honors to one Xobos Yakieer. A citizen of illyria in the service of the Royal House, Malvern. Xobos has been steadfast in her loyalty to the people of Illyria and the Crown. Her actions have exposed the wicked and vile treasons of many Illyrian noblemen, leading the world down a path of true clarity and purity." The older man continued, reading from a datapad before him.

"Now then, shall the Lady-warrior deem to show herself, she will be recorded into the Hall of Heroes from this moment until the end of time. His majesty, the King will perform the induction himself." The older man set the datapad to the side while the doors of the hall were thrown open to reveal the young woman.

Now, the only voice to fill this hall was that of her master.

"Xobos Yakieer, step forward and receive your honors." Though it was supposed to be posed as a request, there was no sign of the option to decline these honors. This was her moment to take.

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[Xobos Yakieer]

Wearing: Formal Eye Mask, Ceremonial Dress
Tags: | Adron Malvern |

There hadn’t ever been many happy moments in Xobos’s lifetime. The lifetime she could remember, at least.

Roon was the earliest memory the Miraluka still possessed, outside of those nightmares that Ambrus felt right torturing her with during long nights. Nightmares of her village, burning. The people telling her it was her felt. Marooning her, casting her out, forcing her to live out the rest of her life on the deserted forest world. Every day was a struggle to survive, forcing her to contend with her own mortality and the voices that plagued her.

Adron had gotten her off that horrid world, but that didn’t mean the training was enjoyable by any stretch of the imagination. There were days where she would wake up on entirely new worlds and forced to find new waves to survive. Trials where her vision would be taken forcefully from her. Almost every new mission ended with a trip to the bacta tanks, and not nearly enough time to recover before being sent on the next errand. And even the companions she had spent time with understood there was no time, no reason for true companionship. Shakti Sweet , Luca Donskoi , Darth Miseria, they all knew the stakes. A second pause for another could mean death. Training was a lonely, often deadly, experience that she could not say she enjoyed or had many fond memories of.

Perhaps training would have been more of a respite had it not been for the life that Xobos lived outside of it. One of constant war. One of constant death. Kuat. Taanab. Ryloth. So much death, so many battles. She had lived through every one of them, now holding onto the memories that came with watching men and women under her command die. Die because of orders that she gave. The sadness, grief, anger that washed over her mind every time she saw their faces in her dreams felt as though they might drain her completely some days.

This was to speak none of the voices within her mind that sought fit to constantly torture her with their nagging, arguments, and jeering. That was when they felt tame. When they didn’t…suffice to say, the nightmares were enough to know keeping the voices happy was in her best interest.

That didn’t mean there weren’t bright spots that popped up in her life from time to time. If it wasn’t for a certain Zeltron, Cali Ziiva , Xobos had a strong suspicion she would have given up to the voices by now. Despite her sometimes incredibly perky attitude, the alien knew how the relax her like none other. And even if they knew that companionship would be detrimental, she couldn’t say that they didn’t have any good memories between them. The threat of death was certainly present in most of those memories, such as her trip to Ilum with Alden, but they had grown together throughout them.

There hadn’t been many good memories lately however. When Adron left to the god’s know where, Xobos was left alone. For a while, she toiled, having once again lost her purpose and direction. It wasn’t until she heard the murmurings of slavery rings being run on Illyria by some less than complacent members of the royalty that she began to find her path again. At first, it had been just to keep in shape. Slaughter a slaver crew here and there to make sure her blades still bit. Eventually though…it became a passion. Defending this planet, setting those poor people free to new lives, these were things that became near to her heart. Even the voices agreed this was a noble task.

She hadn’t ever been expecting to be recognized for it. Recognition wasn’t even a rare occurrence throughout her time training with Adron. Tasks could be done to the highest extent of perfection, but the most one could expect was a gruff nod and orders for their next mission. When the news came regarding the fact that Xobos would soon be knighted, admitted into the Hall of Heroes, it was almost..unbelievable at first. The days leading up the event still held cautious optimism.

That optimism still settled in the bottom of her stomach as she stood tall, just outside of the doors to the ceremony. No lightsabers, no armor. Just herself. Xobos Yakieer. A name that she had not been proud of for a very, very long time. A name she still had trouble accepting. The name that only served to bring back bad memories. As the doors opened and her name was called, the faintest of smiles danced on the edges of her lips while she strode forth.

Today would be one of the rare times her name would actually serve to bring her peace, instead of nightmares.

Xobos welcomed the respite.

 

[Cali Ziiva]

Cali bounced back into frame of the mirror. The lightest of hops allowed the pink creature to twist slightly as her eyes roamed over her figure. Respectable chest bounce. Silken pink skin on display. Slowly her hands slid down her length. "Mmm... No, today's important for my Miraluka."

Time and time again, the Zeltron checked herself in a mirror trying to decide on what to wear for the Knighting of her Xobos Yakieer. Much fun as it was to embarrass the Sithling, Cali did understand when situations got serious. Today was serious. It was important. Xobos wouldn't forgive even a cutie like her if she caused anything to go wrong -- directly or indirectly.

Adron? Lord King Adron Malvern, the greatest most mean of all Sith Lords that enjoyed nearly getting her Xobos killed? What about him? Oh, he might hurt a Zeltron for causing anything to go wrong? Yeah, whatever.

After countless outfits, the pink woman finally settled on something that she didn't love, but it wasn't terrible. Like, it showed almost no skin. Boring. However, it did hug her body, so that was nice. With a short shoulder cape and her bright smile, Cali felt like it could work though. A dark outfit with a dark blue shimmer in the right light should suit the function, right? Some knee-high leather boots would also accentuate things. Toss in some gloves so the poor people didn't think she'd seduce them by touch -- which was just silly -- and this was totally an outfit everyone was sure to love.

Or at least not hate.

And if they did hate it, Cali would go naked next time.

Don't think a Zeltron wouldn't do it either. Cali would totally do it, and not feel the slightest bit embarrassed.

Wide-eyes and bright smiles swung from one Lord or Lady to the next. The pink woman merrily introducing herself even to those that didn't want to risk becoming ensnared in such a creature's "insidious ploys" or attempts to "corrupt" the hearts and minds of the careless. Cause that's totally what Cali did. Between peddling chocolate, building new tech, designing new tech, and trying to keep Xobos from losing her cute mind to the insanity of Dark Side training... she ran around the galaxy conquering people with love.

Well that might be kind of true, but it wasn't insidious, and last she checked Cali hadn't acquired ownership of any planets as a result of it.

A quick blink followed the silence that fell over the crowd. Cali turned to regard the Chamerlain of the Royal Court as he addressed those assembled. Seemed like the ceremony was about to start. The pink woman squirmed in place as she less discretely tried to find Xobos in the crowd -- before she'd been wandering about meeting people trying to find out where Xoxo was hiding. Where was she?

The sound of the doors being thrown open drew her lips into an o-shape as she turned her head to gawk at her Miraluka appearing at the end of the Hall. A smile blossomed anew as the Zeltron stood in wait of the woman's long walk to accept her honor. About time she got recognized for putting up with Adron's mess! Not that he'd probably let up on the efforts to kill his 'Apprentice,' but at least she'd get rewarded for tolerating it.

Tag: Adron Malvern | Xobos Yakieer

 

[Epistor of Phasekion]

Ω Wearing: Handmade epiblema
Ω Tags: Xobos Yakieer Adron Malvern Cali Ziiva

It had been a long time since Eustachya had seen Xobos.

And the Sargus Novian felt bad. After all; their slave skirmish above this very planet - Illyria - and then their exploration of Nantoon with a small, pink thing; she felt as if the least she owed the dissociative miraluka was an audience every few moons. An explanation for her withdrawal. True, from the very start of their acquaintance, Stach had been distant, wary of the sithling, and since she had been slow to come down, but this? This was entire. A morality crisis.

Xobos had not once came around since depositing the lost padawan into the Jassin City apartment she had arranged for, neither physically or virtually. There had been no contact made at all for months, something that Eustachya both reveled in and despised. She had done much reflecting, both through meditation and physical exertion such as discus throw practice around the surrounding wasteland, but had fast grown lonely. She had made acquaintances in Jassin of course, but could not allow those relations to run a millimetre deeper. Mayhap it was greatly selfish then, but Stach presumed she could connect with Xobos...if she ever figured out how to reconnect. Granted, they had not parted particular friends, but neither not.

So when she glimpsed holonews of today's Knighting ceremony, Eustachya had procured fabric, recreated an epiblema traditional to her people, and after that, secured transport into the capital on the ordained day.

Now, she stood near the back of the hall, trying to make herself small. Certainly, she stood out to those who had seen her, but she paid them no mind. Instead, she listened to the Royal Chamberlain. When it was time, she, like every other guest in attendance, craned her head in hope of glimpsing the recognized woman. Her will was fulfilled as her gaze caught the silver vision, fleeting through the sea of heads all around.

She was pleased until Iamus stirred.

 

[Mahaut]

~ Wearing ... Fashion? ~
~ Tags ... Adron Malvern Xobos Yakieer Cali Ziiva ~​

To firmly establish itself, House Archam needed to establish a set of icons, said Sir Duncan. An emblem, a motto, a color - all culminating into a banner to hang, first and foremost, outside her seat. Designs were well underway at Bon Havre even as its new Sieur was away. She had left her court with enough ideas and instruction to make headway during the time in took her to journey to Azurine City, attend Xobos' Knighting, and return.

So far, nothing was set in stone but Mahaut's - Bernedine's - choice of shade: Black. Too much had happened in Gwenaël for her to feel comfortable in any color other than than of mourning. So much had been lost to House Achille, but Bernedine did not intend to forever dwell. Remember, yes, but never again the latter. Instead, she meant to wear, fly black as a reminder - to send word far and wide of a promise, though she had not publicly decreed it just yet.

She stood near a strangely-dressed woman ( Epistor of Phasekion ) but kept eyes front along with Sergeant Amer at her side. While she did not know this Xobos Yakieer, she could not help but smile at the Chamberlain's rites. Recognition was a recent enough memory, raw even still with adrenaline and pride, that she felt as if she shared an unspoken understanding with this specific blind.

 

[Adron Malvern]

As Xobos revealed herself to the Hall there was a supreme silence that fell over the souls present for her Knighting. Even from the far side of the room the King could see the subtle hints of happiness that fell from his apprentice. He could sense it. How foreign an emotion it was to see in the apprentice of a Sith, happiness. In fact, often in the past the Dark Lord made sure his apprentices were personally introduced with the fact that the galaxy was not a good place and that there were few moments where such happiness could exist. In this moment? Let happiness reign.

As the Miralukan woman approached the dais the King could not help but speak out to the woman. Low enough to where only the two of them could hear the words. "Welcome home." It was all he cared to say before looking to the Chamberlain and nodding for the man to continue.

"In the sight of the Greater Force we record this moment to history." The chamberlain said, stepping back while gesturing towards the King and Xobos. Adron glanced up, looking to the gathered crowd for a moment before turning his eyes back to Xobos. This time he tapped a button on his lapel, activating his microphone so the entire hall could hear his voice.

"The dream of Illyria is recognized through the blood and sweat of devotion." He began, his eyes looking to Xobos with a certain, barely discernible gleam. "Let it be remembered, the sacrifices made by this brave young woman. Her service to this planet will forever be recorded in the Hall of Heroes. When tyranny and slavery dared to show it's head upon the world of my people, Xobos Yakieer served as the executioner of my will, without prompt or promise of laurels. She stood for the unifying powers of the land, Loyalty and Justice."

The Chamberlain walked around Xobos, meeting a member of the Illyrian Knighthood to take the Royal Sword from the man. Carrying the blade upon it's amethyst pillow he bowed his head as he turned to Adron, holding the weapon out to the man. "Kneel, Xobos." He commanded, turning to the pillow and taking the blade in his hands. He pulled the sword from its sheath, causing a metallic ring to echo throughout the halls.

"For your service to the great planet of Illyria, the Royal House of Malvern, and the High Court of Illyria, I grant you the title of Knight-Bachelor. Yet, with all titles upon our planet, it comes at a cost. The cost is one you must adhered to until the day you. The cost is a charge, for as a Knight of Illyria you shall take the very planet as your ward, under your protective wing. I charge you to defend your planet. I charge you to defend the innocent. I charge you to defend your family. I charge you to obey the command and intent of your King and Queen. I charge you to punish the guilty. I charge you to honor yourself and the heart that beats within your chest, and as a Knight of Illyria I charge you to never give up, never surrender, and never accept defeat." With each charge Adron tapped the woman's shoulder, changing from one side to the other until finally he pressed the tip of the blade down into the ground, resting his hands on the pommel.

"Do you so swear to uphold the tenets that have been brought before you." The moment that Xobos would accept the oath then Adron would pause, closing his eyes for a spare moment. Finally, he spoke out in High Illyrian.

"Par ordre de ton roi, lève-toi, Chevalier." {"By order of your King, Arise Knight."}

With the final words spoken, the entire crowd burst into thunderous applause. As Adron stood behind Xobos, allowing her to bask in her moment of glory, he could not help but feel a certain feeling come over him.

It was pride.

He looked to Xobos, tapping her on her shoulder before deactivating his microphone and speaking softly. "Say something. It's expected you say a few words."

Xobos Yakieer Cali Ziiva Epistor of Phasekion Mahaut

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Wearing: Formal Eye Mask, Ceremonial Dress
Tags: | Adron Malvern | Cali Ziiva | Epistor of Phasekion | Mahaut |

Xobos could not remember the last time she in a room with so many people. More so, there had not ever been a time in her life where this many people had gathered to see her. Outside of the banishment ceremony, which was certainly not the happy time this was supposed to be, she hadn’t ever attended anything of this size. And the fact kept hitting her, especially as she walked forth with a smooth grace and could feel the eyes of the people staring as she moved past, that they were here to see her. There had never been a time in her life where she felt important. Today…she began to feel that. And she had the hardest time letting her smile creep any larger.

That attempt began to falter when a certain pink haired head popped out of the crowd so comically that her smile wasn’t helped in increasing a few inches. The knight-to-be held back any sort of extra movements for the moment, continuing her stride forward as smooth as possible. She’d find time to hug her Zeltron later, when the time did not call to look a certain way. There were others here, too, that she would need to see as well. Certain ones she had not seen in quite a while. The absence in their presence hurt a small bit, but to see them coming to this day was quite…uplifting.

There were no other distractions for the Miraluka for her stride up the King, up to her master. Others were there, of course, but these two knew who, in the moment mattered the most. His words, whispered just loud enough for her to hear, almost caused her to react, to pause, to take in the words that were uttered. “Welcome Home.” They were words that she had not heard in a very, very long time.

Throughout her training, she had received just a few compliments on her performance. Most of them boiled down to some version of ‘congratulations for not dying.’ When Adron addressed the crowd, speaking of the deeds she had done in his exile, there was very little that could be done to hold back the emotion boiling in her soul. This was the reward for her actions. Illyria had become a place that Xobos held closely to her heart, and to be inducted into an organization as revered as the Knights was overwhelming to take in.

Regardless, as she knelt, allowing the creed to wash over her, there was a sense of calmness throughout her mind. No raging voices, no snide comments, no mistrust, no boiling anger, no unsureness. Calm. She barely even recognized it at first. Calmness was not a feeling her mind was able to give off most of the time. In this moment, she accepted it, and welcomed it. When asked to accept the creed, one that she had already taken to heart, there was a soft nod followed by the most determined, pure voice she could muster in the emotional moment.

“I swear to uphold the tenets that have been brought before me.”

“We swear to uphold the tenets that have been brought before us.”

“We swear to uphold the tenets that have been brought before us.”

“We swear to uphold the tenets that have been brought before us.”

The voices echoed throughout her mind as she rose, fully brought into the Knight’s order. An honor in of itself, but an even greater honor to do something in service of her master. He could try to hide it, but Xobos would feel it. The pride of the King that looked down upon a tool that had taken a life of it’s own, yet had continued to serve to the best of her ability. Giving him another bow of the head, she turned to the crowd, allowing the applause to wash over her. That same pride that boiled up in her master’s chest began to rise up in her own.

His tapping of her shoulder brought her out of her own thoughts, prompting another small nod. A speech? Certainly not something that she had prepared beforehand, but her mind thought back to what Adron spoke to her before the ceremony began, and began to allow it to guide her words.

“I am not a child of Illyria. I am not a child of your people. I am no longer even a child of my own people. Illyria was a foreign concept to me until your king brought me here. Even in the beginning, I did not appreciate the beauty of this kingdom. I did not appreciate the labor that your people had taken to create a place that freedom, beauty, and power could reign. As I began to fight against the people that would seek to bring harm to this world, I found myself..caring. That had not been a feeling I had felt for a very long time. I cared about what happened to this planet’s people. I cared about the cities. I cared about your freedom.” There was a moment pause, to gather herself. Her hands outreached to the crowd, and the smile she had fought hard to keep back began to show itself. “Your people, and your home, took in one who had neither. I had neither a home, nor a people to call my own. Today..I truly begin to believe that I have restored both. No longer does my mind linger on the people that cast me out. Now, I allow myself to care fully about my people. I allow myself..to care about my home. Illryia. And I thank you..for allowing me to care.”

She knew not how the crowd would receive this speech. It was one given from the heart. There would be time to worry about how she would live up to the knight’s creed later. For now?

She had found her home.

 

[Cali Ziiva]

Cali smiled quietly as Xobos strode down the aisle toward the King. For all the Zeltron's bubbly exuberance and disregard for social norms, when the situation called for it Xobos could count on Cali to be well-behaved. Hey, she'd negotiated that chocolate deal hadn't she? Saved everyone the hassle of needing to shut down the factory so they could clean it of blood and guts from the naughty Sithling going nuts?

Seemed her Xobos was growing up even in the eyes of her Master too. A bit much formality and pomp, but if it went toward giving her Miraluka a big head for the day and maybe some cool perks, what was to complain about? Hopefully these people knew how to celebrate afterward too. This was cause for celebration, after all. Not standing around chatting about things and giving Knight Yakieer smiles. Like party.

With a big grin, the pink one clapped loudly for Xobos happy to see the other woman so recognized. Most probably clapped because that's what you did. Cali clapped because she knew what the poor Miraluka had to go through to get there, and how much it really would mean.

Though, if should be honest for a moment... Cali would have liked there to be two Adron Malverns, with both their heads in either of her hands, and then she merrily clap them together so vigorously. Sith. Can't live with them... No that's about it. Oh, but not Xobos. She was just the cutest Dark Sider. Totally live-sideable.

Of course Xobos had a nice speech and everyone would clap in support of her words. Cali did too. Though, she would have liked it better if the cutey lived on Naboo instead. That was alright. Unless the talk about Cali not helping build things didn't come up again, in which case maybe eventually they'd have to deal with being on two planets and in two 'companies.' That wasn't a topic for today though.

Now, could someone tell a Pink Thing if she could whistle already? Or would a giant grin and a thumbs up be all they'd tolerate? Guh, rich people.

Tag: Xobos Yakieer | Adron Malvern | Epistor of Phasekion | Mahaut

 

[Epistor of Phasekion]

Ω Wearing: Handmade epiblema
Ω Tag: Xobos Yakieer

The Bloodlustly God whispered to her the violent and condemning nothings He always did:

You are eternally mine, Myrian, long as you associate with likes of the sun-wielding folk.
Light or Dark, it matters not if they swing in so-called defense of their creeds.
And, lo, look how your friend does just that.
Since you met her, yes, but now the recognition she receives for it.
Now of this sin she can never be cleansed, and neither can you should you stay.

Eustachya glanced down from yonder kingly figure. Blue gaze cascading as water over her attire. There was purple for a new noblewoman's power - not hers, but Xobos'. And there was golden saffron matching her flaxen hair, for purity, but, again, not hers - Xobos'.

Iamus was right. Regardless of the at-times treacherous path they had blazed towards it together, friendship had been reached between them. Eustachya just had not noticed the achievement before. Rather, she had written off following the schizophrenic miraluka and then staying on her adoptive planet as being herself an exile of both the Silver Jedi Concord and Sargus Novis. She had nowhere to go, and surely nothing as little as half a measure better to do in either case.

In some way, she still didn't. The archaic athletic shepherd was lost among the stars, yes. It had grown so habitual to look over each night's sky and wallow in the overwhelming empty, so much so that she had forgotten what it was to gaze upon the filled void of what she had all on the earth around her.

When she glanced back upward, Xobos had taken both to the metaphorical podium and the form of the first tangible thing she realized she could call hers. Even did call hers.

She dare not relay the sithling her euphoria, but simultaneously desired nothing but.

Divine conscience stayed silent for the entirety of Xobos' speech. So to was Eustachya bound by her newfound friend's oration. As applause erupted around her, she could find no drop of energy to join them. Only when the night's reception announced, and she spotted the Illyrian Knight step from the dais, could she compel her muscles to move. If the audience, now in full movement of dispersal, became at once a choppy sea, she would pray for Metioch's favor in reaching her blind target.

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Wearing: Formal Eye Mask, Ceremonial Dress
Tags: | Epistor of Phasekion |

The ceremony had been practically everything Xobos had ever wanted it to be. The crowd of people had been respectful, but not standoffish, and the conversations had were interesting to say the least. Opponents of the dukes and slavers she had killed, people who seemingly had much to gain from her actions, were very happy to meet her. She found their smiles disingenuous, empty, and the only reason they had seemingly come was to thank the one that had pushed them higher in the world, inadvertently of course. They were not the most fun conversations to be had, but they did allow Xobos to do something that they may not have thought about.

Their empty thanks, their disingenuous conversations..they allowed her to see and remember the faces of those that had used her deeds for the betterment of Illyria to increase their own status. She would remember them, monitor their activities. And if they decided to dip their toes into the ways of the ones that fell before them..well, they might just have a visit from the new Knight much, much sooner than they would have liked. And she wouldn’t be wearing a dress when she appeared in their manor.

Other than those conversations, however, Xobos was enjoying herself. Seeing what friends she had made be there to support her in this moment was refreshing. It wasn’t something that she had ever experienced in her lifetime. There was, however, one face that stood out among the crowd as one that she had not expected to see. “Ahh…the former jedi comes out from hiding I see. I wonder why, now, she seemingly wants to be here..” “She did not take our offer of teaching before. It is surprising to see that she is even still on planet.” Ambrus, Ora had their takes on seeing the blonde woman, and Xobos felt as though she mirrored their thoughts. If the former Jedi was here, there was a very small chance she was only here to observe.

Rather, it seemed, the woman wanted to talk. Xobos could at least give her that.

She weaved her way through the crowds to where the blonde woman stood off to the side, eventually close enough to where their eyes could meet. Making a motion with her hand, a follow one, the new knight then began to make her way toward where the balcony overlooked the garden below. Eustachya would follow if she wanted to speak to Xobos, which, in her best guess, was what she thought the woman would want.

The balcony was nearly empty, allowing for the Miraluka to make her way to the edge and lean against the stone railing. Soon after, the former jedi would show up, and Xobos would greet her with the small bowing of her head. “I am..surprised you came. How are you enjoying Illyria? Is it..up to your standards?” She knew very little of the woman’s old home, Eustachya having barely mentioned it during their time together. Perhaps now would lead to a good time to bring it up. But Xobos did not know why the woman had shown up to talk, or what she would even want to talk about. Perhaps this would be her way of saying goodbye.

 

[Epistor of Phasekion]

Ω Tag: Xobos Yakieer

A breeze blew in from the west and with it a flash of bygone days of sheep keeping. A cool zephyr such as this the mammals would follow to a nearby watering hole. In such, it would calm the heat stricken animals and so too their mistress. A drink of water, a rest underneath the shade cast by a nearly harvestable olive tree. What was better than that?

Still, with all the galaxy and her players at Eustachya's fingertips, she longed for the simplicity of home. Not only the absence of warfare appealed to her heart of hearts after glimpsing such struggle on just about every island-planet in the grand starsea but hers; rather the straightforwardness of nature's battles - wild Oolaps attacked and ate Sargusian Rams unless she intervened - was refreshing to look back on. What was a Sith? What was a Jedi? And where between them was the Darwin-wrought duality of the worlds? Shades of grey made little sense to her eyes.

"My standards are baser that you may credit," Eustachya began. "As long as her people do not cast me into onto inhospitable plain - which they, thus far, have not - I think her a beautiful island." She offered a small smile, indicating sincerity even if it was stung by the sins of her kin. "Though she is certainly no Sargus, son of Novis." She joined Xobos at the railing, leaning gingerly against the railing to observe the city or landscape spread below more entirely. "As your supposition, so am I," admitted the two-time exile. "The species of surprise I find myself in stride with does not accompany naïvety. I know why I am here, Xobos, and it is not to cast away your time.

"You spoke of finding a new home for yourself here. Is that...possible for me?" Pausing, she hazarded a sidelong glance up to the sithling before looking back to the horizon. Could Illyria even become as Methicea? Azurine or where ever as Phasekion? "Tell me straight I beg. I have saved no tolerance for Sith bullying today."

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Wearing: Formal Eye Mask, Ceremonial Dress
Tags: | Epistor of Phasekion |

Xobos had almost forgotten how flowy the former jedi’s talk could be. Weaved within her simple words were complex metaphors and traditions that she could not understand. Her people were quite the interesting subject, and while she did have slight trouble completely understanding what she meant most of the time, she was still able to follow the main crux of her words. While she listened, fascinated, the voices took a much…less nice tone to Stach’s words. “Would be easier to determine what exactly she wanted if she would just speak normally…” “Yes, she would do well to use less..less..metaphorical words.” They had their points, but that was for a much, much later discussion. Now, Eustachya had piqued Xobos’s interest.

Her question of finding a home lead Xobos to look to the horizon. For a few moments, she didn’t know what to say. Eustachya’s last words almost completely passed her by, and probably would have, had it not been for Ambrus’s light chuckle echoing through her mind. “Sith bullying…oh I like that. We must try that at some point, little knight..” Xobos grumbled lightly a response, taking a few more moments of staring out into the horizon before turning back to the blonde woman to answer her question.

“As you heard, Illyria is not my actual home.” She started, slight smile piquing at the edges of her lips. “But I have found my place here because this planet accepted me for my loyalty to it. I do not know where I would be without it, but because of the work I have put in, I can now call it my home.” There was a slight, happy sigh from xobos as she turned to look toward the horizon once again. It was..nice to be able to say such things out loud.

There was a few moments of silence, then Xobos’s voice cut through it once more. “I believe you can find your place on this planet too. You will have to prove your loyalty to it, to it’s people. It may be a long time until it accepts you..but it is possible.” She paused, allowing Eustachya to meditate on the words that had been brought into the open air. Illyria would accept the former jedi, if that was what she truly wanted, and if she was willing to put the work into it. That just left one question on Xobos’s mind.

“And where do you see me fitting into your..quest for a new home here?”

 

[Epistor of Phasekion]

Ω Tag: Xobos Yakieer

"I want to work in the field, as I once did."

The answer flowed from her lips before she had a chance to fasten the floodgates. The words betrayed her true purpose, she was sure, which she had had mere moments ago. But now, she could not remember it had her life been staked upon it. Her fortitude was fading into relapse.

"I heard you recently came into new lands," Stach continued, grasping at straws of hay. "I was hoping that... As I have said, I am homesick. Is it wrong to make the best of my adversity? I may not share of your moral flexibility, but I cannot deny here is the most comfortable I have felt of anywhere I have yet gone in the galaxy."