Private So We Meet Again

[Revna Marr]

Revna stood quietly, eyes of golden fire tracing individuals as they made preparations and set up for the coming feast and memorial after the hard fought and hard won victory against the Imperials. She was taking a moment, finally, to rest and breathe. Brosi had suffered immensely in the wake of the hellish battle waged on the surface and in its skies - and though the planet was reclaiming and erasing evidence of what had happened, the scars could still be seen in places.

But here, near the World Tree, life had returned and was beautiful again - thriving, from the chaos and the destruction and death that had been wrought. Psilofyr, and Brosi at large, was designed to make use of such terrible things however. It was a marvel, truly. Revna felt incredibly privileged to have had a small part to play in all of it.

Besides servants and others helping to set up for the coming festivities, Revna could see others milling about. Sith that she had fought beside, bled beside…and others that she didn’t recognize, hated on principle, or simply didn’t know enough to form an opinion yet.

But one of them kept drawing her eye, and she stared without shame or fear. The tall woman, who had been with Srina before the battle had truly begun. The one that had crossed blades with her Father, Darth Strosius , had tried to kill him. There was no visible anger or hatred in her burning gaze...but the weight of it would be felt. Searching, studying...

She saw that woman - and though she couldn’t feel her in the Force, she was smart enough to know that this one…this one held power that rivaled the Dark Lords Revna had brushed shoulders with. Not literally - all of them were far taller than she was. Except for Srina Talon ; she was petite like Revna, almost the silvery counterpart to Revna’s darkness. At least that was how Revna viewed the Empress of the Sith.

And it was Srina’s involvement with the giant woman that stayed Revna’s wrath. Instead, there was a burning curiosity laced into more dark emotions - enough to mask them for the time being.

And…unlike her Master, Revna was more open to understanding someone, before deciding on whether or not said someone could be an ally, or a worthy foe. ​

Mercy ​

 

[Mercy]

Revna Marr

More often than not Mercy was clueless when it came to the inner goings of the people around her.

She would never admit this or voice it, but sometimes she frankly forgot they existed. Especially if they weren't in the room with her. Out of sight, out of mind, as they said and Mercy suffered from this infliction more than most could guess. And yet, it would take a blind person not to notice the looks and stares that Revna aimed at Mercy throughout the festivities.

At first she was happy enough to ignore it.

No sense in ruining the pretty celebration. Srina Talon would be annoyed with her if she made a mess of it. Which... was a reason to make a mess, Srina was so funny when she was annoyed with her.

But Mercy had to be responsible. Now that she did not just represent herself, but the Core as its Empress and the Covenant as its Warlord. Disgusting, really, Mercy loathed that. But the sense of responsibility was skin-deep and could not be fully ignored. So Mercy drank and smoked and enjoyed the dancing and singing and melodies.

Until eventually the staring could not be ignored.

"Unlike what we are told, my darling, looks can kill if one is not careful." Mercy called out to Revna, good-humored and with a smirk. "I recognize you, Revna of House Marr, come. Sit with me unless you wish to dance."

She slowly rolled her shoulders, the mass of the mountain shifting with every move she made.

"One dance... or the other."

If Revna attacked her first, well, then Srina nor anyone else in attendance could blame her for meeting her in kind. And that would be nice, pleasant even. The invasion had been relatively boring. The fights she had gotten in... not as exciting as she had hoped. But Revna could prove a challenge, that much Mercy believed.

 

[Revna Marr]

Revna was ignored by the giantess, for a while anyway. That was fine by her; she wasn’t quite ready to interact with the woman. She was still taking her measure, studying her, looking for strengths and weaknesses in the other. She was a predator in ambush, watching her prey.

Except her prey was also a dangerous predator in her own right.

Eventually, however, the giant woman decided that she was no longer going to ignore the pricklings of eyes set upon her. She turned her gaze and found Revna from across the distance that separated them, and called out to the little Marr woman, her tone good natured and relaxed.

“Unlike what we are told, my darling, looks can kill if one is not careful."

“Oh, can it? It doesn’t seem to be working.” Revna replied lightly, though her voice carried the distance, and laced into it was a touch of dark humor.

"I recognize you, Revna of House Marr, come. Sit with me unless you wish to dance."

The woman rolled her shoulders, and Revna did not miss how the muscles coiled there. "One dance... or the other." Fearlessly, the black haired Vahla stepped away from the trunk she’d been leaning on, and approached the mountain of living flesh - and the seat that was somewhat beside her.

Revna smirked, a playful and dangerous gleam in her eyes. “You couldn’t handle me.” she said softly as she took her seat, though there was now a smirk tugging at the edges of her lips. “But I do enjoy dancing…of all kinds.”

She waved down a passing servant and plucked a drink from a tray that was being hauled off somewhere else for the feast preparations, uncaring as to what it was. It was a gesture to tell the other woman of violence that she was not here to fight…not yet, anyway.

She took a drink of the liquid, her lips pursing at the acrid, sharp alcoholic bite. The heat of it pierced her chest almost instantly; it must have been some sort of spirit. If he was, she would need to pace herself.

“So...we meet again. You clearly know who I am, yet I do not know who you are. Does not seem very fair to me.” Revna took another deep drink of the amber liquid, sighing deeply as the warmth spread through her cold veins. It was clear that her words were said in jest; she knew better than to believe the Sith to be fair. She wasn't entirely sure if this woman was a Sith or not, but it didn't really matter to Revna.

"I'd like to know the name of the one who tried to kill my Master." There was no anger, no bitterness in her voice. It was carefully neutral, simple conversation, but her eyes were sharp, piercing. She'd get the information one way or another, but she'd rather hear it from the mouth of the one who tried to take her Father away from her. ​

Mercy
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[Mercy]

Revna Marr

In some ways it was a relief that there were still people who didn't know who Mercy was.

What a twist and turn of events.

Once upon a time it would have grated Mercy to find out someone didn't know her. She would have been upset, pissed off maybe even. But now, after weeks of being the 'Empress of the Core', a little bit of mystery was like a balm to the heart. No expectations, no fucking honor guard that was trailing her every move.

Brosi had been boring, but that part had appealed to her.

Revna took another deep drink of the amber liquid, sighing deeply as the warmth spread through her cold veins

"I'd like to know the name of the one who tried to kill my Master."

"Oh, darling..." Mercy reached out, her thumb slowly coasting just under her lip, before bringing it to her own mouth. Sucking it clean from the amber liquid remnant. Smirking there, satisfied, as she gazed down at her. "I don't try to kill people. I just make them dead... when I am not being interfered with. Your Master is alive, because I didn't care for his head."

She shrugged there.

"I was there for Darth Nefaron , a request from the Princess, but I had little personal stake in it."

His slaughter of House Marr didn't really faze her, even though she was sitting next to one of its survivors. Mercy had just gotten done slaughtered a whole cluster of noble houses from the ancient Tapani sector.

She'd have to be a hypocrite to pretend to care.

"But my name is Mercy, darling." She stretched lightly. "Empress of the Core. Warlord of the Covenant." She rolled her eyes there. "Sovereign of the Graspborn." It pained her to say that last one. As if it would summon that infernal honor guard right to her doorstep.

"Do you care for your Master then? He is rather high-strung and emotional, isn't he?" Thinking back to her other encounter with Darth Strosius .