Naboo: Betrayal

[Arcubis Kornelius]

THEED


Betrayal : PART 1

The planet Naboo and its history are anything but forgotten. A few members claiming to be a part of the council have gathered in the capital city of Theed to discuss the pending meeting with a Jedi, who claims to have possession of classified information regarding a weapon of mass destruction. Receiving interest from the council, a meeting has been set. It has been a few years since the Rebellious rogue Sith Arcubis Kornelius had been seen. With little known of his former alliances, and what his true intentions are, he became just a star amongst millions within the galaxy.

A wedding celebration also takes place in the capitol streets, as Kara Kornelius and her husband, Private sector commander Var-Sulis have exchanged vows. Security is at an all-time high, as the celebration commences. But for how long can peace prevail?

(OOC: This is simply a plot with a bigger story arc with several characters I write. It is only official in my "mind". Feel free to join or DM with any questions about the characters involved : ) )
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[Var-Sulis]

I opened my eyes slowly upon exhaling, as the room reminded me of Naboo's finest. The interior is draped with silk curtains. The carpeted floor as soft as clouds beneath my feet. The elongated mirror in the bedroom. Looking over to the right, I took a look at my wedding tuxedo. White and gold. Not really my style but, hell, I'm in love. Never thought I'd ever be here. Well, not here, but here at my age. I mean of course I'm dashing! Handsome. All kinds of species want me for one reason or another.

But here I am. Cured fully from the virus that weakened me many moons ago. Slithered my way out of the grasp of the Elysium Empire. Led my own private command sector. Had my own ship. And now, I'd like to retire in the arms of my beautiful Kara Kornelius . We've known each other for years now. And she's always been my guiding star amongst the chaos. She remained well hidden too, Secluded from the bounty hunters who would do anything to get to me. Although I have my questions, I am sure they will be answered in time. Nothing like a marriage full of good surprises.

As I stood there, hands on hips like the captain I was. Observing my naked body from the bath I took. I couldn't help but smile.

"Now there's a stud ready to get married!!!" I said with a grin. Then a knock at the entrance to my corridor interrupted my self-admiration. Strutting over casually I knew it could only be one person. The coordinator of the parties involved for our celebration. My good ol' native friend Cooguba.

 

[Var-Sulis]

Opening the entry door i stood there with arms wide. "Cooguba!!!" I exclaimed with a grin

As the Gungan native looked up and down at me quickly, he nodded his head in disappointment.

"I swear, I shall never know what Ms.Kor sees in you sir. Please, do me a favor and put some clothes on. You are in a wedding, not a back alley."

"Oh don't be shy Coo... Its human custom to feel "free" in one's domain." I responded with a chuckle as I walked towards my outfit. "I have twenty-two minutes according to the timepiece to get ready and tie the knot, as we say. I haven't seen or spoken to Kara in a days time. What do you think she feels? Being a person of nobility. Well known amongst the community as a caregiver. Oh and not to mention, Founder of the Younglings advancement program? I think that was the name. But here's the question. Why help young Jedi initiate in a youth program for the development of skills and historical knowledge? She knows how I feel about these supposed demi-gods that abuse their power. And another thing..."

"Sulis.... Your rambling again... This happens when your nervous old friend..."


I looked up quickly as I was putting on my top and realized he was completely right... Damn.... I was nervous.. Scared even.. I haven't been this close to anyone since..... Her ....

 

[Kara Kornelius]

As Kara stood before the mirror in her private chambers, the soft hum of a droid echoed through the room, its metallic limbs adjusting the delicate fabric of her ceremonial gown. The droid, an etiquette and protocol assistant named L-3V0, had been assigned to her for the preparations, its programmed precision ensuring that every fold and embellishment was placed to perfection. Yet, despite the droid's efficiency, Kara’s mind was far from the gown. Her thoughts spiraled around the impending ceremony, her heart caught between duty and uncertainty.

"You are unusually tense, Lady Kornelius," L-3V0 observed in its crisp, modulated voice, its optical sensors flickering as it studied her. "Typically, a bride is excited on the eve of her wedding. My data suggests that this is a moment of great joy."

Kara exhaled, smoothing a hand over the fabric of her gown. "It should be," she admitted, her voice softer than usual. "Var-Sulis is an incredible man—honorable, kind. But he doesn’t know everything about me."

The droid tilted its head. "Ah, you refer to your status as a Jedi and the nature of your abilities. You fear his reaction?"

She turned to face the droid fully, crossing her arms. "The Jedi aren’t supposed to form attachments, at least not in the way the galaxy expects. I’ve already broken that rule. But revealing the full extent of my powers, the things I can do... I don’t know how he’ll see me after that. The Jedi are warriors, yes, but we are also seen as something... otherworldly. Will he look at me as the woman he loves or as something beyond his comprehension?"

L-3V0 paused for a moment, as if processing the complexity of organic emotions. "Based on my analysis of Commander Var-Sulis' records and documented interactions with you, I find it statistically probable that he values you for who you are, not merely for what you can do. Love, as illogical as it may sometimes seem, often surpasses fear."

Kara let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. "Droids always have the simplest way of saying things."

"Simplicity is often where truth resides," L-3V0 responded. "Shall we continue adjusting the gown, or would you prefer a moment to breathe?"

Kara looked at her reflection once more, the weight of uncertainty still lingering, but now laced with a glimmer of hope. Perhaps, just perhaps, L-3V0 was right. Maybe Var-Sulis would see her, not as a Jedi, not as a political figure, but simply as Kara—the woman he chose to love.

Var-Sulis