Dominion Speak of the Devil | GA Dominion of Devaron

[Viers Connory]

//: Dagon Kaze //: Mrurh'en'lase | Hel //: Kira Nym //:

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Dagon fell faster than the young Corellian. Viers using the training she had received at the Monastery, plummeted freely from the craft. She didn't need any specialized gear to keep her attached to the train or help navigate her through the air. It added too much weight, so instead, Viers depended on the Force to manipulate around her. It guided her through the air and onto the train. There was a click in the air when Dagon landed; she smirked slightly.

Standing, the Corellian let the wind whip against her face and through her long brown ponytail - a style she had recently taken a liking to. Finally, Dagon spoke, and Viers shrugged in response. "Nope, never heard of her - why would I know someone I've never been introduced to?" She looked towards the boy curiously. A part of her grew frustrated with Dagon's assumptions.

"I joined you and our friends, not the NJO as a whole. I could care less about those hypocrites." Frowning, Viers shook her head. "Let's just get this done. You better keep up." As she finished, her form shimmered out of existence along with her force signature. Moving quickly, the girl ran along the ceiling of the train - her movements quiet, masked under the guise of the wind.​

 

[Auteme]

Kirie ​

"Oh, it's not- it's not that bad," she said. "They're just heading in right now, I mean -- everything will be fine. It's not like the battles with the Sith, and whatnot; those are much more violent."

Part of her shivered at the thought. She knew the dangers of war just as she knew the costs, however hard she tried to look away. But she couldn't look away when it was people she knew. She needed to help. She needed to keep them safe.

"We're, ah, understaffed in more ways than one," she said. "We've never had many Masters, the kind of people who might be able to handle these sorts of things on their own -- probably more safely than some down there. We also don't have many teachers, and... honestly, I'm always wondering what I might do to better equip my friends to face danger.

"But I do trust them. Even if they stumble, they'll get back up. With my help, if necessary." She gave a slight smile, before glancing at the monitor. Seemed like Dagon and his team had landed.

"Could you check in with Ishida? She's getting into the fighting pits' security systems."

 

[Emraj Hosdole]

Tags: Vreemde Morteisen / open
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"Pleasure to make your acquaintance senator." Emraj said stoically and responded with a handshake of his own that was firmer than the senator's grip. The man's bravado was irritating. He didn't pay any mind to the towering gilded tin man beside him. The senator shows up with thinking he can sway his clout around like he owns the place. "I don't own this establishment, if its business you wish to discuss then I'd be more than willing to bring you to the man in charge." And with that Emraj gestured him and his lumbering giant to follow him to meet the man Emraj had the astute privilege of working for. Emraj gestured for the guards to stand down to alleviate the tension in the fighting pit. The size of the arena consisted more than that of the pit of course. This was a huge operation that both the Magistrate of Devaron and Corporate Authorities had invested in. The pit and the rest of the area dedicated to the arena was separate to that of the areas dedicated to administration, security, and containment.

Thus a tram network established to link all the areas of the compound. Walking them up to the tram station, security eyed the senator and his escort of a giant while the tram pulled into the station. A bit of concern was shown on everyone around as the paladin entered the tram car. The ceiling just high enough to fit his towering figure. The tram pulled away and Emraj was left alone with his guests. "It's no secret the Alliance wants assets from Denon." Emraj said to the senator. The Corporate Authority had a considerable amount of affluence in the inner rim and with the Alliance, Emraj saw as the ideal successor to hegemony over the planet. He personally didn't see the confederacy controlling anything in the rim with their resources dedicated to the outer rim and the silver jedi concord fighting off the Bryn'adûl. It was only a matter of time until Emraj handed in his resignation and moved onto greener pastures.

 

[Dagon Kaze]

NEW JEDI ORDER | GALACTIC ALLIANCE | OBJ III: STOP THE TRAIN OF PRISONERS
IN IMMEDIATE AREA: Viers Connory | Mrurh'en'lase | Hel | Kira Nym
INDIRECT TAGS: Auteme | Kirie | Bernard of Arca | Aaran Tafo | Cartri Keswoll | Vreemde Morteisen

He felt a sour taste form in his mouth at Viers' remark on his Order but said nothing. Dagon had long left Jedi politics behind, in fact there was a small surge of warmth in his gut when she'd said she had followed him and their friends. It meant a lot, even if it came with a weight of responsibility. Maybe he was doing something right, after all.

"Let's just get this done. You better keep up."

"When have I ever lagg—huh? Where'd you go?!" his face went from a chit-eating smirk to a look of confusion, scanning around for any trace of Viers.

She had disappeared.

The Force showed him nothing, too.

"Viers?" he called out as he carried on forward towards the locomotive but far more warily than before. "Is this some neat tech chit that came with this new clothing line you've been sporting?"

He'd gotten used to seeing her dressed similar to him - casual, spacer-ish. This new monk-like fashion seemed as the most foreign thing to the Viers he knew.

Yet, in some inexplicable way, it looked as if it had always been tailored just for her.

 

[Annasari]

PAC with the Devil
FUNDRAISER
Seto Du Couteau

Whether his words were sincere or mere flattery, she could not tell, though the world the pair existed in made her think the latter.

"I'm so very glad to hear that. A flowery pretty boy is much better than most of the snakes in the grass- I'm glad they realize you're worth."

She threw a roguish smile his way as she attempted to play the game.

"A visit is long overdue, I think. Perhaps I can bring a few of the guild councilors? They've all been insistent there are grounds for a mutually beneficial relationship between two growing powerhouses."

 

[Viers Connory]

//: Dagon Kaze //: Mrurh'en'lase | Hel //: Kira Nym //:

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Viers looked back to see that Dagon was falling behind her pace. Tilting her head, she couldn't help the small stifled laughter. Dagon was a good Jedi, he had his heart in the right place, and Viers admired it. Still, he lacked agility, and she made her way back to him.

Standing in front of him, Viers appeared and reached out and tapped the tip of his nose. She faded once again from his sight; her feet moved quickly, crossing over till she made it to his back. Appearing again, the Corellian pulled her quarterstaff and bopped him playfully in the back of the knee, then disappeared again. Then, moving for the last time, she appeared in front of him again with her hands on her hips, grinning widely.

"No tech, and everything I'm wearing provides no advanced protection. It's just cloth." Tilting her head, she continued to smile at the Jedi. "Just something that my mentor gave me before-- uh yeah." Viers cut herself off, not wanting to indulge the boy with too much of her past. "It's what I'm supposed to be wearing." Shrugging, Viers stepped back, "It's Force Cloak, and I minimize my Force signature with a skill my mentor taught me. Doesn't anyone in the Order do this kind of stuff?" Finishing, the girl suddenly disappeared again, but her force aura remained visible to Dagon.

She continued to creep forward at a slower pace, letting Dagon keep up. "What kind of stuff do they teach you in the Order?" A part of her was curious, yet knowing what she had heard about how the Order conducts its wars shunted it. It didn't help either how they had presented themselves at the Enclave. But, on the other hand, she was uncomfortable about venturing further into the religion the Jedi followed.​

 

[Bernard of Arca]

OBJECTIVE III: DEVIL'S ADVOCATE
The Hunt for the Red Marauder
Actors: Aaran Tafo , Bernard of Arca, Khan Horne [Muun NPC]​

The cigarra lit up for a long time. Khan Horne, Muun CEO, that's right, C E O of one of the galaxy's largest gladiatorial arenas did not take kindly to the blatant attempt to strongarm him into giving up the enterprise he'd worked decades for. All those years slaving away for Corellian protection rackets would not be in vain. No measure of government oversight had stopped him before, and the excuse for a galactic power that dared to call itself the Galactic Alliance certainly wouldn't be the first.

"None of Devaron's laws prohibit the entertainment enterprise I've built here. You'll find all our policies are in order and compliant with all applicable regulations. I don't know what crimes you claim were committed here, but I assure you," the Muun rumbled, his mechanically underpinned voice rippling the surface of both black pools before him, "this business is perfectly legal."

Bernard rolled his eyes.

"Either you come with us or we make you. Whatever you do, we also need to know where that champion of yours is. We're taking him in as well," he replied.

"I see," the Muun said.

Calculations played out in Khan's mind. He weighed various options, estimating probabilities and playing out possible scenarios in his mind. He tapped on the black-marble desk. The advanced biology of his species made such considerations almost effortless, condensing complex courses of action into mere moments of consideration.

"You konw then?" He began with a voice that almost conveyed a diminutiveness that previously seemed an impossibility.

"Master Jedi, I'm petrified to admit that I was never the one who was in charge. These gladiatorial games, the slaughter, the terrible death, it all was in service of his dark machinations. He used me as a puppet to get his wish, to kill freely for his rituals. He claimed something of, of," he stammered, grasping for a word, "Qotsis-a-kajar or something. That he was their instrument. I can bring him to you, restrained. He plays along with the charade when I request him to, but I grow afraid. I think my usefulness to him wanes. Please, Master Jedi, help me."

Khan Horne, CEO of one of the galaxy's most successful gladiatorial arenas, was nothing if not well-informed. He'd have to tip the Atrisian who'd let the name of the clandestine Sith Cult slip with precious riches if this worked.

 

[Aaran Tafo]

Objective III

Bernard of Arca​

His lips were drawn into a thin line at the Munn's statement. It seems that he had paid the price for having the hubris to believe he could somehow profit off the Dark Side of the Force. Taking one of its adepts under his wing and feeding into their aggression in hopes of having a better turnout. Only for it to now come back and bite him in the end.

When one makes a deal with the Devil, you rarely ended up on top. And now it seems that it was time for the Fiend to collect its due from Khan Horne.

"That is a grave predicament." Aaran said, head tilting once in a slight nod.

"Were it not complete hogwash."

It was then things got strange. The glow from Horne's cigarra fizzled out and died. The heat and light fading from it, the ripples in the water nearby ceased, refusing to spread further than a few centimetres regardless of how much one disturbed the liquid. The ambient sound from the cityscape outside faded into utter silence as the Warden of Peace allowed himself to become a void, allowing all potential energy in the room to flow into him.

His intent not to intimidate, merely to ensure that all of the CEO's attention was drawn to him. To confer to him an understanding of what exactly he was playing with when dealing with these kinds of Forces. That he had forfeited all semblance of control as soon as he decided to meddle in the occult and supernatural in the name of something as petty as finance. Clearly having no clue as to what he was doing.

"Mister Horne." He finally spoke after a moment. "I would suggest against attempting to deceive an Empath." Even the ambient light began to fade, the edges of the room growing darker until all the Munn could see where the two Jedi here to apprehend him.

"I would recommend calling your champion up here so that we may take them into custody. As said before, we can only offer you a deal if you cooperate with us."

And with that, the pressure released, the light and sound would return. The water would flow as it was meant to. The cigarra would flare back to life. The universe around them resuming as if such a display of supernatural power never occurred. The Jedi leaning back from the desk letting the CEO sweat for a little bit before taking the next step.

 

[Bernard of Arca]

OBJECTIVE III: DEVIL'S ADVOCATE
The Hunt for the Red Marauder
Actors: Aaran Tafo , Bernard of Arca, Khan Horne [Muun NPC], The Champion [Chagrian NPC]​

Before Bernard could consider the words, Aaran had already come to a conclusion. The entire room dimmed suddenly at the Warden's behest, colours washing out even in the infrared. The display made the Marshal tense up for a moment in anticipation of an ambush, but Aaran continued with a calm explanation of the Muun's error.

Khan tossed the cigarra into one of the pools, where it disappeared without a splash. An audible clack sounded when his fingers tapped a series of buttons. When he spoke again he was full of resentment.

"I've summoned the champion. He will arrive here momentarily, Master Jedi," he sneered the word as one last insult.

There was little point in fighting them upfront. His intellect may be developed far beyond theirs, but a blaster was a poor man's gambit against a lightsabre. He chose the only winning move he had left and folded.

A few moments passed before the large doors behind the Jedi team parted with a deep toll. From between them a towering Chagrian in crimson-stained beast hide strode in, skin as red as blood and horns adorned with golden jewellery. The Muun had at least been in part truthful about sway he held over the gladiator. The Chagrian stepped into the room with his hands restrained in binders. He took a few long strides into the room, but stopped a good distance from the Jedi. His face curled into disgust as he regarded them, and he glanced to the Muun as though he awaited instructions.

Bernard cocked his head to the side.

He knew this man. He'd read his file. His crimes extended farther than the Investigation Buraeu had indicated. The gladiatorial slaughter he'd orchestrated here was only the tip of the ice berg.

The Marshal glanced at Aaran for a second, then back to the Chagrian.

In less than a heartbeat he unholstered his blaster and pulled its trigger.

The room flashed blue, a shrill sound echoing for several moments. The Chagrian swayed, then dropped into one of the pools splashing black liquid on the stone floor.

Smoke trailed up from the blaster's barrel. Bernard held a determined gaze.

 

[Ishida Ashina]

BURNING LIGHT

OBJECTIVE III
Cartri Keswoll | OPEN
YES ITS POLITICAL

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"I wouldn't suggest getting into crafting anytime soon..." ​

A small twitch of appreciation flickered at the corner of her lips, and pulled at the edge of her brows. It was true, the carved entryway was crude. But his comment about crafting was ironically spot-on for the Ashida. The sole heir –– since her brother’s exile –– to the Ashida steel secret and manufacturing.

“Maybe later.” She offered, uncharacteristically speaking up for no purpose other than to prolong the joking exchange.

At that instant, a familiar warning sensation prickled the nape of her neck, followed quickly by a shout from one of the guards.

Cartri acted first, and she was surprised he was so quick to use The Force. She was surprised he had The Force. And how did she miss that?

"Come on, let's get it done before that art piece of yours claims another victim"

“Not bad, you get that from me?” she grinned, and pointed back toward the structure against the windows of the room.

“Keep that streak going? This part’s all you.” Ishida muttered, moving quickly to the main centre that looked like it had the most buttons and screens. Squinting at it, she hmmm’d thoughtfully.

“Though, if you talk through what you’re doing, it could be useful for me to learn.” She stopped talking, or moving, and looked down at one of the screens that focused on the camera open in the CEO’s office. Just in time to see Bernard of Arca ’s arm lift, and a body to drop across from him, and the expression Aaran Tafo flashed in response. His reaction looked disappointed, but softer than the disappointment her father would flash in her direction.

She furrowed her brow, a trill of jealousy spiking through her and tore her eyes away, back to the redhead.

“You know what..” Ishida started, tapping at the screen. She gave it a squint, and moved the interaction over to the last 30 seconds

//..delete? Y/N
..Y

“Might be better to just let them rot. Let's go.”

 

[Vreemde Morteisen]

Morteisen, Vreemde CEO of Macharian Industries Corporation | Senator of Brentaal Equipment: Attire | DC-17 | Holo-Projector | Com-link | Datapad | Personal shield generator Objective: III. Devil's Advocate Tag(s): Emraj Hosdole , open​

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"Very well." Morteisen would nod as he would follow Emraj. The man remained silent for the beginning, looking nowhere in particular, but facing the other man again once he spoke. "The Alliance has put its eyes on these sectors and will expand on them. Devaron is just another step on the Corellian. For how long do you work here, Mr. Hosdole?" Morteisen talked as casually as someone would do in a pub, either because he did not care too much or his character was somewhat friendly, but the tone was difficult to come by as it seemed to be a mix of sincere interest on the one side but a complete lack of empathy on the other, just acting empathetic.

 

[Dagon Kaze]

NEW JEDI ORDER | GALACTIC ALLIANCE | OBJ III: STOP THE TRAIN OF PRISONERS
IN IMMEDIATE AREA: Viers Connory | Mrurh'en'lase | Hel | Kira Nym
INDIRECT TAGS: Auteme | Kirie | Bernard of Arca | Aaran Tafo | Cartri Keswoll | Vreemde Morteisen

She flashed to existence before him, bapped his nose and Dagon jumped startled. What the? His senses flared, barely noticing Viers reappear behind him and before he could react in any capacity, her quarterstaff struck lightly at the back of his knee. Soft, but precise. His knee collapsed instinctively. The charade ended when she finally conjured herself in front the blinking face of Dagon.

He listened intently to her explanation and slightly frowned when it trailed off at the mention of her mentor. Curiosity was on the tip of his tongue but Viers carried on, shifting the direction of the topic and leaving him hanging. She was the one asking questions now.

"Uhhh--" Dagon scratched his chin in thought, "I know Shadows practice some form of invisibility but...I couldn't really sense you in the Force, too. At all." the enigmatic skill she had utilized made his brows furrow.

"What kind of stuff do they teach you in the Order?"

"That's a really broad question, Viers." he replied honestly as he followed her on top of the locomotive, halted and looked up at her curiously, "Who taught you?"

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

LOCATION: Hotel Alila, Montellian Serat
OBJECTIVE: I - A PAC with the Devil
TAG: Annasari | Seto Du Couteau | Faith Organa | Adhira Chandra | Mesmer | 5-WCH (Switchblade) | Senators | Darkwire

Adhira terminated the call without further exchange, which was fairly on-brand for her and a sure sign she was not impressed with his decision to back the Corporatist candidate. Of course, the exchange could have gone much worst and was probably more of a reflection of the two needing to maintain their relationship in the face of the upcoming election rather than her acceptance of where his loyalties lay.

“Draft a joint statement,” he explained to his senior chief of staff. “Hit the expected points - we won’t bow to terror, the people of Devaron alone choose their future, ahh, we strongly condemns this act of violence, etsetera. And send flowers to the grieving partner.” His senior chief of staff explained that the Imperial Party candidate was unmarried, advice which Tithe waved away. “Yes yes, the parents then.” The Vice Chancellor departed the room, unaware he was being observed by an assassin and had been second from any early grave.

All eyes in the main room of the suite were glued to the main holoterminal. A two-headed Troig news anchor was announcing that enough votes had been counted for the election to be called. Anticipation build amongst the Corporatist party members as portions for the losing candidate slowly faded one by one, leaving only a portrait of the winner remaining.

“And I can now announce that the new Senator for Devaron, the first since joining the Galactic Alliance, is none other than…”

 

[Kira Nym]

Kira chuckled at Dagon's response. She wasn't sure where to go from there but she was glad that he didn't seem to take it as an insult nonetheless.

If Kira had said she wasn't at least a little intimidated by the fact that someone much taller than her just called her 'little cat', she'd be lying. She raised an eyebrow at it before cracking a smile, appearing to be amused by it. "I might be smaller but I'm no loth cat. I can keep up." She didn't like being outwardly prideful but she felt at least a little confident that she can keep up with Hel, maybe without even using the force to enhance her abilities. She decided to jump once they were over their destination, the 'little cat' gracefully doing a roll upon landing to distribute the force of the impact. She had landed a few feet away from her companions, and moved to rejoin them. The engine was likely to be in the same car, ahead of or behind the control room, so for now they'd likely be heading in the same direction.

She noticed Viers' trick and Dagon's visible confusion. She had similar confusion herself. Despite being a knight this was also the first time she had seen this sort of thing. Viers asked him what kind of stuff they teach in the order, which Kira just barely heard over the rush of the wind now that she was close. "Not enough it seems." She said to the pair outloud.

She looked to a service hatch which was between the two cars they were standing on. "You two want to try to move through the cabin? Might be faster, especially if you can turn invisible." Kira suggested. She looked to Hel, "I'm not sure about you, but I'm not exactly sneaky, so it might better for us to stay up here."

[ Dagon Kaze Viers Connory Mrurh'en'lase | Hel ]​