Rex Est Lex [Lord Mythos]

[Zonia Kalranoos]

On board the Cortan Blade, Lord Mythos' private ship​

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Tionne stared into the blue lantern illuminating quarters decorated in Coruscanti design, one of several chambers on board Mythos' space-faring pride. Blues and silvers, together with pristine pillars reminded of the golden age of the Republic, when the Sith were nothing more but a fleeting shadow. Thanewulf had not seen the streets of her paternal home planet for almost a millenium, the remarkable vistas of Coruscanti skyline nothing more than a very bleak memory now.

Mythos' hommage to high culture of Coruscant spoke volumes of the outlines of his character; unlike many Sith, he could clearly appreciate both culture and craftmanship from another, albeit competing, civilization. It took genuine breadth of mind for admiration of Republic design, for it was a admonishion of times less fortunate for Mythos' kin. She continued peering into the cerulean light, even as she felt him approach her.

"They will not follow." the redhead voiced confidently, seated in a lyra-shaped chair, her bare legs visible through the crease where the cloak parted as she sat down - "If this worries you at all."
The ship was already cruising through hyperspace, in a direction unknown to the knight. Yet, she kept her Force presence concealed efortlessly, out of sheer precaution.
"Where are you taking me? To your masters?" she asked, knowing well what fate would befall her if rest of One Sith knew Mythos had a living, kicking Jedi on board.

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[Mythos]

Mythos was in his own opinion and as a matter of fact, not far from the truth, one hell of a pilot. He controlled the blade as an extension of his own will strafing and gliding his way out from the hyperspace jump into the orbit of Atrisia. "Atrisia, my home away from home now that i have been exiled from my home planet Naboo, yet here" He turned to face the read headed girl as he put the blade into autopilot and with coordinates to the palace docks. "I am King, by order of his Majesty the true emperor of the One Sith" He smiled and shot her a wink.

Her lightsaber in the front dash of the Cortan blade shined almost like a small sparkle for some reason yet Mythos' concentration was totally annihilated when his gaze fell to her legs. Hapan... He was beginning to understand their well earned reputation.

He cleared his throat in a failed attempt at hiding his wandering eyes before he continued. "I am Lord Mythos my lady" his voice containing the pride and self importance he was well known for. "I am the Will of the Emperor and the Warrior King of Atrisia, Champion of the One Sith, it is my duty to destroy the enemies of my order but it falls under my judgment what that judgment shall be."

Comfortably settling back in his chair he pondered his already decided options.... try as he might, he could not harm a woman as breathtaking as her, the best he could do is try with all his might to respectfully keep his hands and eyes to himself. "You have given yourself to me freely, for this i spare your life and grant you freedom." He raised a finger seriously. "You do not leave my sight, you do not access coms of any kind for now." He shrugged. "Protocol"

The Cortan blade fell down into the docks and it's invisible cloak fell off as the Jar'Kai surrounded it and prepared for the arrival of their King. "But you are my guest here" He said as he stood from his cockpit chair. "It is my duty to make your stay here enjoyable" His smile and his tone... gave away the fact that his barrier was down, and she could stab him in the heart and he would realize it half way to the ground.

[member="Tionne Thanewulf"]

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

"A peculiar concept of freedom, my lord." she retorted sagely, still seated as the ship landed on the royal platform. Cloak was drawn over her legs again, to conceal naked skin. Perhaps the good lord would spare a dress once they were in his palace, simply to traverse the castle in something more appropriate than a slaver's monokini? Surely, he could employ the finest of his tailors to weave Tionne a dress worthy of the beauty of a Hapan.

"I am your guest, yet I am not to leave your sight. I am free, yet I cannot contact anyone. I'd say the Sith really do stretch the meaning of the word freedom." the ginger-maned woman concluded then rose to her feet. The white cloak draped around her, hiding her lithe form under a layer of thick silken fabric. Awaiting him to lead the way, Thanewulf continued -

"Still, I believe you walked out of that slave pit with more than you came for. A fair trade it was."
She inspected him briefly, the contours of his well-built physique, his tanned complexion. Mythos was a handsome man by common standards, a man who could undoubtedly have any woman he desired, especially if he blurted out a plethora of self-instilled titles he blanketed Tionne with. The Coruscanti-born Jedi never understood the need of Sith to give themselves ominously sounding names. Rank was important to them, that much she knew. However, their servility was false, with student slaying the master at first opportunity.

"You can call me Tionne. Just Tionne, for now." she said, playing his game a bit.
"Is this your home planet then?" she asked, displaying genuine interest. Thanewulf was well travelled, but never visited Atrisia.
"A king you say? Is there a queen?"
The question had but one aim - the reply would pretty much determined what Mythos had in store for the Jedi woman.

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[Mythos]

Mythos concealed a smile at her words, every single one of them ringing a painful truth. He listened plainly and offered no retort, she brought up valid points in every corner. He flanked her down to the private docks where he had arranged for a royal escort for both of them, a hot springs bath house of secret below the palace walls, both Mythos and his guest needed a place to wash off before he gave her an official tour.

"Like i said, protocol. It won't last long i assure you, just a few weeks." He said in a friendly tone as they walked down the ramp and the Jar'Kai royal guard flanked them at both sides. Soon an escort armored speeder would appear at a few yards and Mythos lead her in it's direction. His titles were more than a badge of pride, they were the scars of battle and a proper formality.

Her lightsaber was now put into a well secured box by the Jar'kai and sealed off with command codes given to only the captains. Her question came as no surprise to the lord, but of great interest. Did the lady have an interest in the Sith Lord? The thought amused him and gave way to a tentative response. "There is no queen or empress yet, " He said no more, as he did not wish to lie yet he did not speak of Ren who was recognized by the people as the first wife of the Tenno and Mythos' wife even though there had not been an official wedding ceremony yet.

They arrived to the speeder and Mythos gallantly opened the door for her as he held her hand. "After you "

[member="Tionne Thanewulf"]

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

What a blatant lie. A man of Mythos' status and appearance, to be without a royal consort? She imagined he didn't only have a queen, but a plethora of courtesanes ready to quench any desires he could possibly imagine. Women were drawn to power like moths to flame, so Thanewulf had to be careful not to succumb to his charm, at least not as much as he would've liked. For now, she agreed to play his game and see how events would unfold. She dropped for the subject for the time being, as she seated herself into the back seat of the speeder with Mythos sitting right beside her. Their sides were idly touching, but the Jedi woman did not even blink.

"Several weeks are a very long time." the redhead stated, whilst letting her eyes scrape against the landscapes of Atrisia as the speeder accelerated along a hyperland - "To have a Jedi around, amidst Sith space. I hope you have some profound plan devised for me not to attract too much attention. Your friends might come over and steal your toy at some point."

The edges of her cloak parted once again, to reveal tender insides of her thighs. Her skin was the color of alabaster, impeccable in color and texture. She crossed hands on her lap, slender fingers intertwining. Her palms were small, almost that of a child; quite unimaginable how they were dexterously wielding the electrum hilt of her Solari-imbued lightsaber.

"Both my paternal and maternal homeplanets now lie in Sith Space - Coruscant and Hapes. This bothers me on a very personal level. I hope to see you kind purged from the Core even if this will be the last thing I see." she voiced, but her tone was void of any kind of threats - "Imagine how you'd feel if I took all of this away from you."

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[Mythos]

"Time flies when you enjoy it" he said with a pleasant smile. Her voice was calming to him, her demeanor confusing in many ways yet he knew she was still at arms length, he could not bring himself to trust her just yet... this was hard for a man who was more affected by her impeccable physique than compared to the tricks of the mind of mentalist Jedi, in short, she was a walking, breathing bait for him.... and he bit it, hook, line and sinker.

As her eyes panned about the planet his eyes locked upon her crimson hair, Mythos having to break the train of actions forcefully to avoid making his intentions painfully obvious.
"I don't need a devious and secretive plan to keep you secret, the order trusts me to do what i think is best and will leave the matter to me. I doubt the order is not informed of your location and of the information of what transpired, this only serves to prove my point...." He smiled and used the telekinetic power he trained to bring a wooden glass of wine to his fingertips and take a large swig before letting the wine wash down his worries, the sweet berry taste peculiar and made him raise an eyebrow. "New taste... hm." He shrugged and shot her a wink as the speeder arrived at the underground entrance to the palace corridors. "I fought against the Techno Union invasion of my home planet, Naboo is now under the subjugation of capitalist scum, i fought side by side my countrymen.... my order punished me for going against the union as it appears it is allied with the capitalists..." He chucked as his eyes reflected the bitter fury he still held deep inside. He turned those yellow beacons of anger to her eyes, the reflection of fury in his eyes a proof of the honesty of his words more than any lecture would imitate. "Believe me i know... it's part of the reason i serve... the Sith will give me the power to free my people one day... but rash actions make bad decisions. " Mythos said, confirming the wisdom beyond his age.

The road was paved with stone crystallized walls, it led down and down until at the very bottom lied the hot springs bath house that Atrisian Nobles had used for the better part of two millennium. Mythos calmed his voice after the memory of Naboo was washed away by the sight of the Hapan beauty, he sighed and stepped out holding out his hand in custom to guide her to the grotto flanked by the guards of the Jar'Kai. He decorated the grotto with One Sith Imagery, the symbol of the order was everywhere and the red and black flag was dubbed everywhere...

Servant girls from Atrisia awaited the two with towels and fresh clothes with Atrisian design. He smiled as he turned to her once they arrived."Like i said, time flies when you enjoy it" and he entered the grotto, his clothing plopping down behind him and the hot waters rejuvenating his body and mind. It was amazing how many good ideas Mythos had come up with while on these very springs.



[member="Tionne Thanewulf"]

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

"I would like to speak with Wrath then, if you can arrange such a meeting." she voiced, finally vocalizing her true intentions - "On Coruscant, if possible. It's been almost a millenium since I've set foot on my home planet. I'm sure you understand."
Her request was far from modest; an audience with Reverance was difficult to arrange, even for a highly-ranked Sith such as Mythos. And there was also the risk of being dismembered on first sight, given her affiliation to the Alliance and the Jedi. Thanewulf believed Reverance was not so short-sighted, governed only by instinct and rage. Sure, he was quite the sadistic maniac, but not without sense of direction and purpose. Tionne was certain he would find use of information she was willing to provide. Mythos, on the other hand, was just a bridge she would cross.

The interior of the grotto resembled a Sith temple, ominous One Sith insignia adorning the walls. Thermal water was encased in a quadratic shaped pool illuminated by red light from below. Bubbles effervesced on the surface, making it appear as if blood was boiling instead of water. There was a faint metallic scent in the air, presumeably from all the minerals dissolved in spring water. Servants peeled the cloak from Tionne's shoulders, then unclipped the shoulder straps of her monokini and literally stripped her naked infront of King of Atrisia. Long copper locks fell down to her mid-section, covering her chest. One of the servants then pulled her hair gently backwards, flipping it over her shoulders to fully expose a body akin to those depicted in ancient Nabooian art. A few idle moments had passed before she was beckoned to enter the bath.

Water was warm and fizzy, tiny bubbles trailing along her skin as she gracefully descended into the pool. Mythos was already leaning against one of the sides of the bath, intently watching her.
"Be my patron then, among the Sith. And you will be rewarded." the redhead voiced then sumberged herself under water fully, and began swimming towards him on a single breath. She then emerged out of the water two feet away from him, facing the wall and the banner of One Sith that hanged from it. Her elbows were anchoring her, while her back remained exposed. Grey eyes were closed, when she let her Force presence reemerge from concealment, almost sending a wave of ripples through the water, towards Mythos. Deeply exhaling, she whispered a simple, but instructive sentence.
"Take what is given."

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