Dominion [RNR] United, We Stand || Dominion of Melida/Daan

[Echo Athoth]

Melida/Daan
Tags: Athena Karalis , Tasia Palpatine

Echo Athoth's Locket, Epo-1 Interceptor, BB-055TN "Boston"
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"Do you have any big projects coming up? Any visits to archivable locations?"

"None at present," Echo stated. "Just settling into my role on Rori. Though... there have been some developments with a few groups on the moon that have begun to worry the Republic. I may look into the matter."

Echo turned her head to the Queen, noting the pause in her speaking. It's clear she was not looking to interrupt any matter of importance. Echo gave a respectful bow before she stepped back, the Ogemite giving Knight Palpatine and the Queen a faint smile, though her expression remained composed and unreadable.

"Don't let me give you haste, your majesty," she insisted. "Please, enjoy your dance lesson."

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

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Kalantha Gach Gnut

Sibylla stood with her hands neatly clasped in front of her, the folds of her Nabooan gown catching the polished light of the great hall as though it, too, was listening. She observed in quiet attentiveness and couldn't help but respect the way the Senator framed his argument not as a cultural indulgence, but as economic foresight. It was pragmatic, perhaps even cynical, but it was rooted in realpolitik. Something she was becoming familiar with.

She resisted the urge to sigh.

It was easy, once, to believe that politics was simply about doing the right thing. About giving speeches, passing good legislation, helping people. But that was before she'd seen what compromise really cost, before she'd watched members of the Assembly shift their allegiances not based on truth, but convenience. Now, she understood that progress was never a straight line. It was a winding corridor of backroom conversations and careful partnerships.

Which made Queen Kalantha's response all the more satisfying. Sharp, measured, and open to discussion. That was the kind of leadership Sibylla wanted to model, to be aware of the stakes, but still capable of seeing the broader tapestry.

She caught the Queen's glance and returned it with a gentle, pleased smile. It felt…earned.

Then, after the brief pause in conversation, Sibylla took a step closer, her voice soft but clear as she addressed the Queen with practiced formality and just a touch of warmth.

"Your Majesty," she began, dipping her head slightly in respect, "if you happen to find a quiet moment in the midst of all this... " she gestured lightly at the ebb and flow of politicians and planetary leaders still buzzing around them, "...my mother, Lady Callista, has been organizing an art auction to support displaced communities. Nabooan pieces, many of them historic...some even recovered after the siege of Theed."

Sibylla's tone softened, just slightly. "I know how deeply invested you are in preserving both culture and progress. If there's any room in your schedule, I'd be honored to share the details with you."

She didn't press. Just that subtle offer, a thread laid down carefully between politics and compassion. That was the way her mother had taught her; to preserve legacy, but never lose sight of the living hearts behind every policy.

As she waited for the Queen's response, Sibylla stood tall, the faintest trace of her dry humor flickering in the tilt of her smile. It wasn't quite a negotiation. But she knew better than anyone -- sometimes, the smallest asks could plant the biggest seeds.

~ Exit Thread ~

 

[Magdalena Bloodscrawl]

This was why The Sorceress normally didn't bother trying to appeal to Jedi. The constant, endless mistrust even though she had a light side aura. Even when she had told Phylis Alince someone could die if they didn't find this relic she still couldn't be bothered to lift a finger. Did they even take their job seriously? A potentially life threatening situation and the best that master could do was 'LOL solve it yourself '?!

It was that exact attitude that had caused Kenobi to disbelieve Dooku when he told him a Sith controlled the Senate. The Sorceress often wondered if Obi-Wan had ever lain awake at night, asking himself if things would have been different if he had believed his claim from the go and took appropriate measures.

No matter. The Sorceress was already paying them no mind as she went and searched the great memorial, past throngs of those other onlookers.

She cast every searching spell she could think of as she searched the entire area. But nothing stuck out. Nothing screamed to her as a hiding area for the Death Mask. As the minutes turned into an hour, then two hours of careful searching, The Sorceress began to wonder if she had perhaps made a mistake when she heard a scream in the distance, followed by a terrible flood of power that made her double over. She heard more screams, saw people running away from an exposed Mausoleum that had a glowing light inside.

Magdalena rushed into the empty tomb area, and saw a floor that had been burrowed into. An empty stand shown prominently at the end of an otherwise bare chamber.

Magdalena rushed out, grabbed the shoulders of a man still in shock....

"What happened?" Magdalena shouted.

"My girlfriend..." the man answered... "She started hearing a voice. And then the tomb opened. We saw a mask...a white mask. Of a woman..."

Magdalena stood up, rubbing her eyes. She knew the rest.

She was too late. Way too late...

The tragedy of it was...if she had found it not even three minutes earlier...she might have averted this.

Magdalena went back to the tomb and jumped down the hole. She doubted she would catch whatever new spawn had been created...

But The Sorceress still had to try...