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"Sifa. Cool name." Thank the stars it wasn't something like Darth Lightning Cloud or Star Sweeper or whatever. That would've been awkward. Behind her, there was a commotion going on a few blocks away in the streets but she couldn't really see what it was. Face scrunched up in momentary distraction as she looked over her shoulder.
"Do you hear the whiny of a h--mmMMM, never mind." Kins shrugged it off, too excited about MEETING NEW PEOPLE and proposing what she wanted to do, next. "So. I just met you. And this is crazy. But....there are two swoop-bikes parked down this alley," taking the other girls hand, she would lead her excitedly there, well, if she wasn't completely rejected. It was just a few yards away.
"I've always wanted to race one. Flying ships - any models - and well, anything that can get off the ground is kinda my thing." She took a breath. Had to breath with all this talking. "Welllllll, wanna come? Can't be a race with just one person." There was no force persuasion in the teen's voice other than natural charisma.
Nerius bowed low to the accomplished Sith, "I am Nerius, I would offer a last name if I had one. I wonder if a little later we may talk? I do not wish to take your time when such a moment is occurring, nor when others wish to speak with you." He said. It was an odd request coming from one she had never met nor likely heard of, but he was hoping she would accept.
He needed a teacher, or at least one to point him in the right direction.
The massive figure turned his hideous mouth to smile menacingly at [member="Darth Venefica"] and considered her words for a moment. Shachath was no stranger to politics or ruling a state. He had bent his home planet to his will with little more than words. There had been rebellion, yes, but all this had been circumvented with the right mixture of fear and hope. He brought them into line and for his service he had been rewarded. Once again, he would faithfully execute the Will of the Emperor.
"AH HAH AH HAH AH HAH!" His laugh as distorted as his terrible grimace.
"My dear Lady, eet eez not fear, but 'ope that breaks the will, AH HAH AH HAH AH HAH!" As he spoke, a thick, dark, foul smelling liquid oozed between his pointed teeth and down his chin. His voice was inhuman, and distorted almost. To those without immunity to the Force, hearing it could almost be intoxicating. Confident he had settled the matter, he turned backward and urged the his chariot onward, racing toward the palace like capital building that towered over the city.
The banners of the Emperor were draped from every turret, Sith and soldiers lined the ramparts and the staircase. On all sides the crowds cried out to them.
The chariot came to a halt at the foot of the steps and slowly, with his escort of Sith, the Speaker ascended the staircase like a foul shadow passing over the scene. He came to a halt behind a large, decorative podium, behind which was the massive throne, denoting the presence of the Dark Lord Himself. On either side, the Wills would gather.
A flourish of brass and the crowd grew silent.
"LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR!" His cruel voice bellowed, amplified a thousand times by the microphone before him. Like thunder, every mouth within a ten mile radius cried back 'LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR!' and it brought a gruesome smile to Shachath's face.
"Citizens of Ord Meereet! On this glorious day, the Great Enemy has been driven back! The Emperor has liberated you from the clutches of the accursed Republic!" He paused here to allow for applause.
"Their pathetic attempt to invade our sovereign territory was thwarted. We destroyed their inferior fleet. We crippled their weak ground forces. We repelled their Apostate Jedi!"
"Now, more then ever, we must unite against this... this... PRETENDER TO THE THRONE. Now, more then ever, we must strive to ensure to safety and stability of our Empire! As such, by order of His Imperial 'Highness, I 'hereby disband the association of Imperial Governors. Henceforth, all planets of the One Sith shall be overseen by the Will of the Emperor!"
Most citizens of the One Sith had already been briefed on this recent decree through various channels of propaganda and state media, but this was the official discontinuation of the term 'Imperial Governor.' It was also Shachath's first act as Speaker.
"Now, the dawn of a stronger Empire! BRING FORTH THE PRISONERS!" As he finished, a platoon of soldiers in black marched out a line of prisoners all dressed in Galactic Republic uniforms. The line was brought before the podium and the prisoners were forced to their knees, a soldier taking up a place behind each one.
"Behold! THE APOSTATES OF THE REPUBLIC!"The crowd jeered and booed.
"By the mercy of the Emperor, these heretics still draw breath," he hissed the last word like a mighty python, "and now, are given the chance to repent and be forgiven for their transgressions. What say you?" Shacath loomed high over the dozen or so prisoners. One by one they shook their heads or shouted obscenities. One by one, Shachath nodded and had a blaster fired into the nape of their neck, reveling in seeing them topple to the ground. That is until the last one.
"I REPENT!" the woman cried out, sobbing violently, "SPARE ME!"
Shachath's gaping mouth slid once more into a sickening smile and he nearly crawled over the podium to get closer to her. Hope. "Do you renounce the Galactic Republic?"
"YES!"
"Do you submit fully to the Emperor?"
"LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR!"
"Will you serve Him for all your remaining days?"
"I WILL!"
Shachath leaned back for a moment to consider her once more, still smiling. "Then that is exactly what you shall do... TAKE 'ER TO THE SLAVE PITS! There, you shall serve penance for your crimes against the One Sith... until you no longer draw breath!"
He didnt relish the screams of the pathetic soldier. She was doomed from the moment she was captured. But he loved the sound of the crowd as their hopes were dashed against the rocks. For a split second, they thought that maybe, just maybe, their world was not so dark after all. It was and it always would be.
"May this day ever serve as reminder to the Republic... and ANY who would openly oppose the Emperor... the One Sith SHALL NOT BE DEFEATED! LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR!"
Without word of warning Sifa found herself being dragged down the corridor towards something else.
She was assaulted by a wall of words, struck again and against with babbling that she could hardly understand. She really was like Maria, something that immediately softened Sifa's heart to the girl, her lips breaking into a small smile as she was eventually positioned in front of two speeder bikes. her eyebrow lifted, one red eye and one yellow casting towards Kinsey as Sifa realized what was being asked of her.
"Race?" She echoed incredulously.
Sifa had never raced anything in her entire life, no speeders, swoops, even on her own two feet. She had never been one to enjoy going fast, and competition...well athletics had never been at her forefront and she much preferred staying in doors to racing on foot outside.
Yet there was something about the girls face, the way she looked, the eagerness in her eyes. It softened Sifa to the idea of racing, no matter how dangerous was. Besides, the party was rather boring, and she could do with at least a little bit of fun. "Sure."
Something was going on behind them. People were crying out or being sacrificed. The parade was still going on. It was all a little muted in the alleyway. She beamed when Sifa said yes.
OMGEEEEE!!!!
"Great." But seriously? What was with this girl? She barely talked? Shoulders shrugged absently at the thought. Without any hesitation, she straddled the bike, hot-wiring the engine to start. Leaning over, she did the same for Sifa's swoop. "Okay, sooooo, you ever done this before? Need any lessons or just wanna punch it?"
Fingers gripped the handles with the gear-shifters. Her own heel pressed on one of the back pedals. With a throaty-roar, the bike sputtered to life and gave off a loud CRACK, like a bolter shot. Nobody said what they were about to do was safe.
The crowd bayed as the Mouth of the Emperor, [member="Shachath"], spoke. Nightbrother reared up on his hind legs, his hooves flailing. It was unlike his well-trained guarlara to be so easily spooked, but something about the toothy Miraluka unnerved the creature. Sage found himself momentarily distracted by the amplified voice of the Speaker of the Wills as the man gleefully executed Republic prisoners. Normally, this would be the Sith Lord's favorite part of the procession, but he was unable to revel in the vindication. Seeing the black chariots in orderly rows only made him angrier. He and Kinsey were supposed to be in the procession together, sitting astride those chariots as representatives of the glorious Empire of the One Sith. Not here in the streets, playing games.
Sage finally spotted his rebellious apprentice, climbing aboard a swoop bike with a dark-haired young woman in tow. The Sith Lord's eyes narrowed and flashed a deep crimson for a half-second. His mount was fast, but even Nightbrothers smoothest gallop wouldn't be a match for a swoop bike. He called out to his soldiers to mind his steed and climbed down from the saddle.
With a handwave, a nearby taxi pilot was convinced to relinquish her speeder to the Sith Illusionist. She was even generous enough to start the ignition for him. Sage flung her out of the speeder with a Force repulse, and took the controls. The speeder tore after Kinsey and her friend. If Kinsey had come dirtside looking for excitement, she was about to find it alright.
The basics of utilizing a speeder bike weren't all that difficult. She had been taught within the Jedi Order, though she had never had a particular gift for piloting. She stepped onto the speeder, fiddling with the controls for half a second before finally finding the ignition switch. A small kick to the vehicles side, a twist of her hand, and suddenly the speeder bike sprang into like with a loud whirrr.
She smiled at the girl, though it only lasted half a second before suddenly she shot off and out of the alley.
Sifa let out a curse, then twisted her wrist once again, her own speeder shot off in the blink of a eye. The push of the wing tore at Sifa's hair, bit at her eyes, and suddenly she was reminded why swoop racing had never really been her thing. A few meters ahead of her was Kinsey, rampaging through the streets and dodging people, food carts, and other vehicles.
The former Jedi let out a curse, flipping a switch on her swoop bike and pressing the speeder faster.
"I am hoping he makes an appearance..." Animus said from his balcony watching the proceeding unfold before him. "I mean, Hands, voices, Eyes, Wrath, Shadow... where is the Real Emperor? " Animus sighed as he stood up from his balcony and let out a long roar. "LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR!" and rose his fist in a sign of power and dignity. He was accompanied by Atrisian Elite soldiers and the warriors of Atrisia hand picked to be his personal protection. "I did tell you Uncle Galicus that i am the Will of Atrisia as well." His voice trailed off in a nonchalant way as if the title meant absolutely nothing and was just for show and fodder.
Animus was not just content of being the Will of Atrisia, he was meaning to go back, Kill the Emperor of Atrisia and take his throne for insulting him the first time he went to Atrisia. "That is why i am Here..." He was rather Angry, he came here to see the Emperor, to say that his presence was near Mythos and that he at least saw him from afar but no... He did not seem to fancy an appearance here. Which annoyed Mythos intensely.
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If Mythos was Unamused Galicus was downright ecstatic to be here, not only did this conjure an Amazing story for those upstart muuns who never left the Capital of Muunilinst but it was wonderful to be so close to the One Sith in such a dignified if... Brutal way. He noticed how Animus payed little to no attention to the Brutal carnage and was instead fixed on the podium expecting something... great and powerful to appear, and he was visibly angered and annoyed when he did not show up. "Patience my dear boy you will get a chance to behold your leader someday i am sure"
Galicus was taken aback with the declaration of Mythos that he so nonchalantly proclaimed. "Will? You say..." Galicus for the first time in Mythos' life look genuinely surprised. It did not last as he he tilted his head. "Never doubted you for a second my dear boy" He said not even looking at him, but instead gazing at the massive Sith Parade of Gore and Butchery.
@Shachath @Sifa Tirel [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] [member="Nerius"]
"WOOHOOOOOOOOZAAAAH!" A huge grin plastered on the teen's lips; a true adrenaline junkie. The hot-wind of the city blasted against her face, strands of hair whipped wildly behind her head. The gears shifted slightly as she slowed a breath. She didn't want to lose Sifa.
The force added to her fast reflexes and veteran piloting experience. Flying and driving things at an adept-level just ran in Starchaser blood. Vendors called out curses and dove out of the way as the two racing girls passed. She narrowly avoided hitting a herd of nerfs crossing one of the tight streets. Kins risked a glance over her shoulder and pumped her fist into the air at Sifa as if to say - YEAH, HAVING FUN?!?!?!
Sifa probably enjoyed the non-talking Kinsey.
Blue-eyes widened in surprise as she saw not only Sifa but also one very angry and familiar master in a pursuing speeder. What?! No way. No. Fricken'. Way. She gawked in surprise a little too long. Danger screamed a warning through the force but it wasn't for Sage...at least not entirely. Neck twisted back forward in time to see a sharp turn coming up in the market street.
"CHIT."
Face-paled as she leaned her body violently to the side and slammed the gear-shifters down with her heels. Gut twisted. It wouldn't be enough. The wall clipped the side of the swoop bike and her body was bucked from seat, flying through the air at speeds over 45 miles per hour.
Viktor watched the entire thing with disgust. A disgust that was planted firmly all over his face. The approach made no sense what so ever. Ord Mirit was a One Sith world before the Republic arrived and it is still a One Sith world after the Republic left. All this Shachath was doing is torturing good citizens of the Empire. Such actions tended to create more dissidents and resistance to the Emperor's rule.
Viktor cross his arms and just watched. While everything in him screamed to say and do something the smarter thing to do was wait and watch. After all one could more observing then they could displaying more dissension in the ranks of the One Sith leadership.
Ord Mirit was not his planet, it was not his home. So he would let somebody deal with this debacle. He would guide Balmorra to glory his way and see which method was better.
"Fuck." Sifa said to herself as Kisney suddenly went flying.
Her entire body tensed, her head shook, and quickly her grasp on the speeder began to fade. With an almost lightning like reflex and a feat of agility Sifa bounded from her speeder. The force wrapped around her, and she twirled in the air, extending her hand as he flew through the air and pulling on Kinsey's back.
Sifa wrenched her new friend with the force, pulling her back just enough so the crash against the wall wouldn't kill the woman, just really really hurt.
She herself went tumbling to the ground, her landing not really planned nor thought of. The force broke her fall, but as she went crashing into a heavy wooden cart Sifa heard the snap of bone within her ribcage. She cried out, wincing and feeling a sharp pain echo through her torso.
A sharp-tug saved her head from becoming splattered brains all over that city wall. To think, her head would've matched those crushed severed heads [member="Sage Bane"] made her train with that one time. Totes gross. Still was gonna hurt like a karker, though. Fear rushed through her muscles and a strong wind from an otherwise still day, violently whipped her at an angle to compliment Sifa's tug so she skid along the side of the wall instead of straight into it. A blast of hot air hit her back as her swoop-bike flipped and exploded behind her.
Clothing and flesh tore and the ground jumped up to meet her. Force manipulation kept the teen from breaking every bone in her body but it didn't save her from jarring bruises everywhere else and the peeling of flesh on contact points from serious road-rash. A sickening snap crunched in her left wrist and warm-blood oozed from a deep gash just at the hairline on her forehead.
She lay motionless in a tangled-unmoving mess, beyond the wall of thick, black smoke billowing into the air from the disintegrating swoop-bike. A gurgling groan escaped her lips. Oceanic-eyes darted open. She heard Sifa's cry. "Sifa. Can you move?" She winced, still too scared to move herself. "I swear, biking isn't usually like this," she tried to smile but it just wasn't there.
Home-sicknesses tugged at her emotions, drowning the teen as she lay there on the hot, debris, and dusty strewn ground.
KUAT
Kuat City
Royal Palace - Sovereign's Private Solar
[member="Cordelia deWinter"]
One of those chariots was missing from the procession, but was not on its own in this particular status. Kuat had named a Governor for the Imperial Diet in the form of the Sovereign's most trusted advisor, Pheraella Sanzio. A woman that had for a short stint served as Senator during the time of the Galactic Empire. One who had been placed in most vital positions to ensure the continued security of Kuat's uninterferred rule. One who might have stayed to take this seat of Will were it not for the more recent developments within the crown family. The impending marriage of Voice [member="Cameron Centurion"] and the Sovereign Heir [member="Amorella Mae"] meant change - a change that filtered through all levels of economy, business and beaurocracy.
Lorelei Darke watched the proceedings of the Parade of the Wills on Ord Mirit upon the large projected holoscreen over the fireplace mantle, her lunch on the table untouched and growing cold. There was an acidic burn to her gaze not quite like the usual that spoke of the gears turning within.
"Will of the Emperor indeed..." she remarked, gaze shifting to the pale Lady taking lunch with her, a one Cordelia deWinter. A faire, intelligent thing that Lorelei had come to call upon more and more. [member="Tirdarius"] had vanished to the stars as he was want to do and so it was the deWinter that maintained a line of communication between Kuat and the Empire. This vastly untouched Sovereignty, as was agreed upon by the Burning Tree Treaty, had great need to maintain contact in order to maintain itself. Couldn't risk missing big news like this and watching the rug pulled out from beneath their very feet, now could they?
Cordelia had proven useful during that treaty and the time adjusting thereafter. Young, though, her inexperience of the grand scheme of the galaxy would likely show as she addressed this latest challenge within her position here. Lorelei had named her Will of Kuat - that was her right under the treaty - and called her here to lunch to discuss just what that meant, something far more important than sitting in a chariot a hundred-thousand lightyears away.
"You understand why you are here today, Miss deWinter," Lorelei began as she finally took up a glass of deep, red liquid, "and not there..."
Sage was almost about to advance on Kinsey and her joyriding friend when the crash happened. Suddenly the two women went flying through the air like ragdolls, and Sage had to veer dramatically to avoid missing them both. Great. His acolyte had not only run away from the Laughing Dead without telling him, but had probably just killed herself in the most stupid way possible. Sage parked the speeder in the middle of a gathering crowd. With a handwave, the crowd opened for him. He rushed to Kinsey's side and lowered himself to one knee beside her.
Sage glanced over at Sifa, the apprentice who gave him the holocron on Fresia. She didn't seem the type to go joyriding with Kinsey, but then again, he didn't know her too well. Perhaps the two had planned it. Despite being doubled over in pain, she didn't seem to be fatally wounded, so he turned back to Kinsey. A deep rut appeared on his brow as he appraised her injuries.
"You're in big trouble, pateesa," he muttered in a tone that was more worried than angry. A perfunctory inspection was made of Kinsey's injuries. Sage wasn't much of a Force healer, but through mentalism, he could give inject waves of illusionary opiates directly into her cerebral cortext. Soon Kinsey would be lost in a puffy little cloud of euphoria.
It would allow him to move her without too much screaming anyway.
KUAT
Kuat City
Royal Palace - Sovereign's Private Solar
[member="Lorelei Darke"]
"I have an understanding, Your Majesty," Cordelia gave a gentle smile, an incline of her head in respect. A cool, calm composure; this was Lady deWinter's trademark quality. Perhaps one of the traits and qualities the Queen of Kuat found suitable for the role of the Will. Perhaps, that meant promise.
"While the role is titled the Will of the Emperor," she began, speaking carefully and precisely. Her life as well as her assignment would rest upon the indulgence and wish of the Queen. Her role since the Burning Tree Treaty had been in support of her Majesty, ensuring that all proper protocol and assurances were held to the letter by the One Sith. She was Her Majesty's voice upon the Emperor's Hall, and in that small aide, had brought her here today.
"...it is a matter of importance of ensuring your will as the sovereign ruler remains unchanged as per the Burning Tree Treaty." The new system of the Will of the Emperor would make one wonder if it was but a ruse to maintain order throughout the Empire by the Dark Lord. However, Cordelia was not of the devout. She held an understanding and respect of order and organization; religious zealot loyalty she did not.
To learn that Her Majesty had selected her for the position of the Will was a surprise, but a welcomed opportunity.
Lips trembled as Sage hovered his face over hers. "I wanted to," voice cracked as her emotions fluxed like a tidal wave, "surprise you." Blue-eyes began to drown beneath fresh salted tears.
Well, surprise him after doing reckless things and making new, hopefully, friends. Her physical pain began to ease but not the emotional. She missed something. Something she couldn't remember? And Sage. Had she disappointed him?
Blue pools began to overflow, tears mixing with dirt and blood as they carved a path down her skin. She felt lost, like a failure, and ashamed. Why was she crying? Sifa was going to think she was a blubber blanket.
More tears came.
"I just want .....to.....to..... leave. I miss it. I miss something," she tried stirring on the ground. Voice became suddenly quiet. "Do you hate me?"
Why did she feel like she had a reason to hate him?
Sage's men called for an ambulance without even being asked. While waiting for it to arrive, Sage stayed with his apprentice, stroking her hair. This was the point where he was supposed lay into her for being weak or stupid, but her tears were his Achilles' heel. Those big blue eyes and quivering lower lip melted him into a small puddle of goo. A voice inside of him asserted itself. This is madness. Your rivalry with Starkarker has gone too far. You took on Kinsey to spite him, when you should be teaching a student who is more worthy of your tutelage.
A crowd formed around them, and he hissed at them to go away. He turned back to her just in time to hear her say that she wanted to leave. Anger flared through him, lighting his eyes red.
"We were supposed to be in the procession together," he hissed. "And I had a surprise for you back on the ship."
Sage let out a long dramatic sigh and turned away, playing up his hurt. "I don't hate you Kinsey. I'm just incredibly disappointed in you."
It was obviously time to recharge that little mental nudge that kept Kinsey emotionally tethered to him. Just a little top-up would do. She wouldn't feel a thing.
"Perhaps you may have heard the story of the late Senator Brunswick," Lorelei responded to [member="Cordelia deWinter"], "there are few who haven't, as much as I lament to confess - his plight upon Kuat stands as a learning experience for his every successor."
Brunswick was a subject she both loathed and loved to bring up. Though the damage he had caused during his tenure as Senator had, at the time, been irreparable, his legacy of foolishness and the consequences he stood against were a testament to the fire with which the Queen ruled. Few who played the game of politics were unaware of at least the synopsis of the man who swan-dived his way into the history books. If Cordelia revealed to be one of those few Lorelei would fill her in.
"Nearly ten years since Kuat maintained a Senator within the Galactic Republic and yet here we are again, playing the same old game. I hold no confusion to what this Will of the Emperor stands for - I know too well it is not the Republic but it is for that very reason that my concerns about it have not lessened. In fact they have only strengthened..."
The glass in her hand, slowly swilling the contents within, still had yet to reach her lips. Far too encumbered by her thoughts to enjoy the taste of it, to indulge in the routine. Watching the procession of Wills had done nothing but ruin her appetite and place a stone in the pit of her stomach. It was all for show, all for naught. This illusion of power granted to the Wills was nothing but a means to an end, a distraction from the true undercurrent of power within the Empire. There was no power within the Will.
"My will ... some would argue it is because of my will that Kuat sits within the shadow of the Sith now. Others claim it is my will alone that has kept Kuat's light aflame despite the growing darkness. Both would be correct, if not shortsighted. The Republic has its merits but for every one there are ten flaws to undermine it. Run by too many dreamers and not enough doers - a Galactic monolith sitting upon a foundation of sand and silt that they thought was gold."
Lorelei stared at the screen, gaze growing distant and stoney, "If you knew the very thing that kept you stable was destined to crumble beneath your feet and swallow everything you hold dear whole ... if you knew, absolutely knew, that billions of lives would suffer before the end and the life you built would shatter so completely as to never be reconciled ... if you knew a way to fix it, to solidify your foundations and save everything before it ever happened at the expense of your morality and the risk of personal standing ..."
"If you didn't take the chance would that not make you more of a monster, knowing the fate of it all?"
Questions not meant to have answers.
Lorelei released a slow sigh, her mind involuntarily wandering to the face of a man shadowed by the brim of a hat, his droll smile and deep voice one of the few things capable of pulling her out of such reveries. How nice it would have been to be taking lunch with [member="Ayden Cater"] now, discussing the aggravation of the Senate and the ongoing war against the Sith; the partnership of CEC and KDY in their endeavors to build the ultimate war machines, the stupidity of the Republic.
She wondered where he was at that moment, what he was doing.
"Hm," a faint chuckle escaped her, listless in nature. She was too old for these sorts of moral quandaries. The Queen lifted her glass finally and took a drink, "point being: regardless of the Will you represent, progression does not happen at parades."
His touch calmed her, those long, thin-fingers running through her matted hair. But he pulled away as the medics came. Ripped clothes were sliced away as bacta patches were applied to the places of torn up flesh. Scans were taken to determine the extent of internal injuries. Her head was gently cleaned as another bacta patch went on.
Teeth ground as her broken wrist was set and bandaged up. Hot tears of frustration continued to cascade down her face. And suddenly, she was worried Sage would leave her. The drug addict was afraid of losing her fix, her poisoned wine. The feeling of missing something was quickly snuffed out.
"Wait. I'm sorry," dirt and blood stained hand pushed away the tears on her face as she tried to swat the medics away enough to sit up. Tongues clucked in disapproval. She wavered between her fear of losing him and her own anger.
Her anger won even though she was very much dependent on this Sith Lord.
"Your men always watch me on that ship! I wanted some independence. I wanted to prove to you that I could learn what you were teaching me! I wanted to show you that I could be okay on my own and impress you."
She laugh-sobbed, shoulders trembling.
"I still want to prove that to you even if....I disappointed...you today." She gulped back fresh tears. "I didn't know about the procession. The last thing I would ever do is intentionally hurt you."
Melting pools of blue met his red-eyes with an anguished sincerity.
His fingers clenched and unclenched, itching to Force-choke her. What did he want with her? That was the million credit question, wasn't it? Sage knew what he wanted from Kinsey when he took her from Marna. She would be turned to the dark side, trained as Sith apprentice, and used against [member="Coren Starchaser"] and his merry band of Jedi, stealing from the Sith to give to the mewling kittens of the galaxy. Coren's own innocent little niece. What a downright tragedy. Did that remain Kinsey's fate? Most certainly, but a few things had happened between Marna and now. A genuine attraction bloomed, underneath all of the wanton lust. Sage found himself unable to stay mad at Kinsey when she failed, and her un-Sithlike enthusiasm infected him sometimes. He had fun with her, and he had all but forgotten what it was like to have fun.
"I want you to be my Queen, pateesa. That was my surprise, one that you ruined by going joyriding with your little friend here."
If she could spawn an heir to his eventual throne, even better. Especially if mixed with the bloodline of the Starchaser. That would be the best revenge of all.
