Rains of Dathomir (Sith Wagon)

[Cairyn Midore]

And now we bring you one our most daring acts of all!

In the circus that was Cairyn's unconscious mind, a literal circus claimed the crowd's attention. Lights flashed in multiple colors, blinding the unfortunate cast members and semi-tamed beasts. From the very top of the circus tent Cairyn stretched, humming a tune contrary to the music that accompanied his act.

One of our youngest and brightest!​

The Teevan slipped into the splits, swaying from one side to the other before waving enthusiastically toward the crowd as the spotlight found him. He stared past the light, ignoring its glare in favor of staring at the crowd. Was that? When he caught sight of the family of three, no, four judging by the bundle in his mother's arms, the vacantly pleasant grin on his face widened, turning malicious.

Cairyn, the stage is yours!​

Grabbing hold of the trapeze near his head, he swung into the open air, releasing the trapeze as he reached the apex of the swing. A somersault in mid-air gave him opportunity to ignite the lightsaber miraculously at his side. The weapon spearheaded his dive into the crowd, any injuries he would've sustained being dubbed void by fantasy, spurred on by the rush of the blade running through each and every family member.

In the realm of reality, Cairyn's body stirred as if he was thoroughly enjoying his dream.

[member="Jack Anderson"] | [member="Lady Psyona"]​

 

[Grace Darkson]

"Fine." Grace's voice was even, her eyes closing and letting out a quiet breath. Part of her knew that Jack wouldn't agree to her plan. The man was still too soft, too kind. He still held value in the lives of others simply because they were humans. Another weakness in the Dominion, one she had started to pick up herself. It wasn't the Sith's place to protect people. It was the Sith's place to rule. Jack would have to learn that soon. The apex predator did not care about prey, nor for the lives of their rivals. It was kill or be killed, and they had been lax.

The time alone would have to make up for that.

Lightning danced between her fingers as she moved from creature to creature. She didn't admit there was a chance for Cairyn to not wake up from the stress the removal would cause. Each creature smelled like burning flesh as she killed them, not willing to risk their spread across herself or Jack. It was slow, and taxing. When the last one was gone, she stood, slowly, the pile of corpses almost to her knees. She felt unstable. Weak. She hated it. Glaring down at the child, she spoke. "It's done."

[member="Jack Anderson"] [member="Cairyn Midore"]