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[Arris Windrun]

Mercy Vestra Tane Tamsin Starfall Darth Amaymon Meliant Kyber

Okay okay. So she, Mercy, and Vestra seemed to be forming wavelengths... which was, honestly, the first time Arris recalled the Triumvirate achieving some sort of consensus that didn't involve attacking someone.

In short - it sounded like they were gonna sell the Core, piece by piece, and funnel the profits into the Covenant's ambitions.

Then, the big guy chimed in. The cyborg's attention turned in full.

She wasn't too sure, but it sounded like he was suggesting they don't rule overtly at all. Not really, anyway. That there were people - millions, billions, trillions. Whatever, a bantha-shit-ton more than there were Sith. And they, maybe, had the means to do stuff. They wanted to do stuff. They had needs and desires to be met. And if push comes to shove, they would do it anyway.

So, was he saying that maybe... Oh yeah, Windrun's circuits were firing up. That maybe the Covenant treated this circus like an insect farm. Funneling the means and the motives without directly getting involved, and if they had to, they'd come in and shake it up if the insects worked in ways that didn't further the Sith cause.

A collective of tones and voices collaborated for what was said next. " It is for this very reason I have already begun this process.

She jumped out of her dissociative thought chain. "Wait, what? What process?"

Arris looked to Mercy as if she knew what the hell he was on about.

 

[Anet Raine]

Nilira Vornix | Kirie

Anet watched as the younger acolyte put her datapad aside and walked over to them.

"...How am I meant to be helping you? Am I ending your pain?"

Her icy eyes narrowed. And just why would she want her pain to end? The innocuous delivery told her the girl wasn't trying to posture a threat.

But still, when Nilira's hand went for her lightsaber, Anet slowly reached for her own, despite lacking the strength to lift it, but relented when Nilira pondered on how to stop the bleeding. Yes, it became immediately clear to her that cauterization would be enough.

Anet looked at the young woman's weapon, then up into her eyes. That icy glare was now determined.

She nodded weakly and rolled onto her back. "Seal it."

 

[Tamsin Starfall]

Theme: Pulse of Darkness
Equipment: Twin Omens | Multi-Tool | Stars Enchained | Mind Crown
TAGS: Vestra Tane | Mercy | Arris Windrun | Srina Talon | Meliant | Lysander von Ascania | Darth Amaymon | Kyber | More

"We destroyed the Empire in a single campaign with the spoils of Tapani. I don't think anyone lacks 'proof' of what we can do with our gains."

How many times now had the demon helped aspiring groups breach the core only to find it was a different beast than the rest of the Galaxy. To see their grandiose achievement fade from their grasp quicker than a nerf burger in the hands of a Hutt on a diet.

"The Empire that controlled this world was just the last death echo of something far superior that came before it. Its Emperor vanished or died again because he couldn't relive his glory days."

If the Demon knew the man as she had once before he would reappear again, start again, and ultimately fail. That was because even she knew, the past was gone and what was built then ended on Exegol, that dream was gone.

"The Covenant took a city world from a long dead brotherhood. That gives the covenant one war torn city world that has been on the verge of annihilation more times than I care to count. The rest of the core has wealth, navies, and armies that have been fighting wars since the first republic was even formed. The core is a cursed beast looking for its next meal and it feeds on the pride of those who think they captured it."

The Demon had no more to say for the most part to the Triumvirs and others gathered, they had seemingly aligned what they wanted. Though she thought these Triumvirs were foolish in thinking they had control or power already and nothing to prove, they at least had a the starting of a plan that could get them there.

Then her sights turned to the big red man that was trying to display his power before them all. The Demon using Tamsin's right hand reached up to the amulet around her neck. It smirked oh how she could make Darth Amaymon 's day a horrible nightmare. Yet she stopped but only because she wanted to here the answer to the question Arris had asked.

"Curiosity kills the cat." She whispered under her breath to that scared little girl that was stuck in the back of her mind.

 

[Nilira Vornix]

Tag: Kirie Anet Raine

"The average humanoid has around five litres of blood in their system, give or take. You seem to have lost a fair bit. And there is every chance that sealing up this wound could possibly make it worse for you. Cauterised blood vessels have a much reduced chance of healing."

Even as Anet had reached for her own lightsaber, Nilira didn't seem to flinch. If anything, she didn't seem to actually process that Anet was a person. She was a subject. A learning experience for Nilira, as she checked over Anet, even whilst the other Acolyte was bleeding out, Nilira was in no hurry. Anet wasn't an ally. Not a friend. If she died, she died. It was part of why she wasn't having good bed side manners.

Either way, she ignited her purple blade, crouching down to get to work as she used the end of her saber to cauterise the wound, deaf and blind to any sounds or signs of pain that Anet gave in response. It was very much a clinical process where she intended to be done with the work.

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[Anet Raine]

Nilira Vornix | Kirie (mentioned)

Anet was no medical expert. She trusted Nilira's oddly calm and specific subject expertise. Besides, as far as she was concerned, any damage Nilira didn't fix now - she could just have Kirie fix later. Or find another way. Her body was, as she would view it, a superficial and ultimately insignificant entity that, while necessary (for now), was not what made her a Sith.

She grimaced when the purple blade touched her wounded flesh, melting tissues together to form a nasty and painful scar. Her heart pounded, and her breathing tensed. Anet tried her best to stay focused on something else. She thought of Kirie and how the woman's power had grown in so little time. How the Dark Side undoubtedly touched her heart in ways Anet yearned to know. She believed that the next time they met, Kirie would begin to understand why Anet had done what she did. She had to!

Finally, when Nilira was finished, Anet turned to her again. The half-pantoran smiled, albeit weakly, with eyes practically glazed over from pain and what could only be described as the lingering sithlust she was now coming down from.

"Good," she breathed. "Pain is good."

Of course, she couldn't get up just yet.

 

[Nilira Vornix]

Tag: Anet Raine

"Pain is a crutch. Anger is a crutch. The more you rely on a crutch, the more you forget how to stand on your own two feet."

Disappointing. Nilira had an intense dislike for those who held onto their hatred and suffering as if it was some kind of blessing from the Force. It was a crutch that used to justify it all, when in the grand scheme of things, it was all utterly meaningless. It was a vicious cycle that would continue to eat away at you. Anet's pain and anger would eat away at her, until she was a slave to it. That was how Nilira was seeing it.

"The implication that pain gives you strength would mean that even the strong feel pain. Yet it is only ever the weak that seem to suffer. You don't see the Triumvirate wallowing in the floor like you were."

At that, Nilira brushed herself down, putting her lightsaber back onto her belt. She was at least quite different compared to how she had been as Neriah, but of course the difference wasn't overly notable. For all most knew, she had just decided to change her name.

"I have work to do."

With that, she simply stepped off down the corridor, leaving Anet there. Other Acolytes would have done the same to her if she had been the one on the floor.

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[Milla]

Adean Castor Riffraff Ranat and other people Milla supposes

There were familiar faces in the room. Several of them in fact. Milla just didn't care. She offered a cursory wave at Mercy , who was busy doing important (?) things. Fortunately Milla's feelings wouldn't be hurt when she didn't see it.

Slinking around the edge of the room, her eyes followed the path the purple furred creature had taken. Looking for what? Sheddings of course. Things that had fur, or feathers, or hell, hair and skin, shed just all the time. It wasn't the best sort of sample, the cells were dead by then. But Milla had found over time that these were the samples least likely to be missed- and least likely to elicit an aggressive, negative response.

Like having a shoe thrown at her.

Milla wasn't subtle. It didn't really occur to her to be, accustomed to a different setting, a different everything, where different features had mattered more. She had not adjusted. It was unclear if she would at all, really.

Fingers slipping into her satchel, she rummaged around. Skin brushing slender curls of cold metal. Perfect, yes. Once she was within arms reach, she waited, lurking like a much smaller creature might, waiting for someone to drop scraps from a table. Unaware that others were VERY aware of her presence there.

She'd wait, obtrusively, for the purple furred rodent to be more focused on the human (? yech) woman with the data pad. Then, lightening fast, scissors would snake out of the bag to snip a tuft of fur.

 

[Adean Castor]

TAG: Milla | Riffraff Ranat
NEARBY: Various

The more she listened to the governing discussions, the more Adean was glad she wasn't a part of them. She couldn't help herself in making a couple of mental notes on the plans she could keep track of, just in case her presence was called into question. At least one figure at the table was familiar, having briefly met Mercy on one of her earlier missions in the Jutrand academy. There was some solace to be found in that familiarity, just as there were some complications.

Her brow furrowed a fraction as a whistle briefly sounded throughout the room, eyes scanning for the source. A mixture of dread and indignation washed over her when she met the orange gaze of the Ranat, catching the wave of her hand.

Did she? Just get whistled over by a stranger?

Really?

Adean had half the mind to ignore it completely. More than half the mind, really. But reason steadied the beginnings of likely poor decisions. She didn't know the purple-furred creature, nor did she know who, if anyone, they were attached to. What she did know was that she, however, was noticeably unattached to anyone here. Risking anyone else's temper or giving them any reason to doubt her presence would be unwise.

With a blooming grudge in her step, she made her way over with a bit more purpose in her gait. Her brow furrowed a fraction as she sidestepped the other dark-haired humanoid heading in the same direction. Something about her saw Adean clutch her datapad just a tad tighter, keep a watch of her in the corner of her eye.

"Can I help you?" She asked, looking the purple-furred entity up and down. They'd called her here, surely for a reason.

She also couldn't help but notice the other humanoid drawing ever closer, hand in her satchel. Definitely not suspicious at all. Was this some sort of game? "What are you doing?"

 

[Riffraff Ranat]

Tags: Milla | Adean Castor

Oh yeah, the walk was there sure enough, that tone was right. Riffraff's instincts and alarm bells were ring-ringing in the back of her mind as the human-ish lady approached. Maybe she was here on legitimate businesses, or maybe Riff had sniffed out a fellow crook. What a fun game to play though — she was meant to help out with non traditional threats to the Covenant too, so really the ranat's nosiness was in alignment with her rather nebulous job description.

"Yeah, I see you've got a personal device I haven't put security on-"

But her words were cut off when the woman called attention to the weirdo creeping closer with an odd gleam in her eye. The ranat didn't startle so much as instinctively put some distance between herself and the wall in case she decided to bolt.

"Uhhhh yeah, both of yous are a couple'a new faces so I thought I'd introduce m'self."

She didn't stick out a paw to shake but instead hooked her thumbs under the shoulder loops of her overalls and explained.

"The name's Riffraff — before y'ask I'm a ranat, no I don't dye my fur, and yes, I am very short."

The last few words came out dryly, as if said many many times before.

"I'm like head of cybersecurity, and uhhh got a handful of other gigs 'round here. Who do I have the pleasure of speakin' to?"