The Trinity of Abuse [Nemene & Evelynn]

[Darth Carnifex]

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Rattatak.

A world of slavery, oppression, and violence all coexisting together in the iron grip of the Sister-Queens, although in reality only one of these sisters truly ruled at a time. The wind howled oppressively as a lone individual disembarked from a civilian shuttle, staring up at massive structure that rose up to touch the sky. He had never really been on Rattatak much, it was a dirty world filled with deserts and barren landscape, both of which were highly unappealing, but he had heard that the monarchy hosted spectacular fights in the gladiatorial arenas. None of these arenas brought in more spectators and more profits than the Cauldron, which the individual now entered. He was quickly surrounded by the ecstatic crowd all shuffled towards the spectator booths built into the high walls of the coliseum, but he managed to break away and quickly slip into a nearby occupied booth.

The current occupants most likely would have question as to why this certain individual had so rudely barged in on their privacy in the hour leading up to the main event, but their questions died upon their lips as they slumped over as the individual merely waved his hand in their direction. The minds of the sheep could easily be subdued by the shepherd with minimal effort, and he left them where they now slumped in a catatonic state for the time being. However; the features of the male occupant were so unassuming and generic the cloaked individual just couldn't help himself, and with a gently restructuring in the Force he now mimic'd the man's features down to the last detail. He discarded his robes to reveal a well-built individual wearing the illusionary skin of another in garments reminiscent of an off-world noble with an ornate amulet resting gently around his neck.

Gently pushing the male occupant out of his seat, the individual relaxed back in the seat as the fight was just about to get underway. He would wait for the moment when everyone's attention was drawn to the battle down below, and then he would strike against those that have slighted him.

Kaine Zambrano was not a man to be crossed.


[member="Nemene Talith"] [member="Evelynn"]

 

[Louise]

Evelynn sat upon her gilded chair, wearing a mask of impatience and annoyance, tinged with a hint of arrogance. The very perfect image of a tyrant queen.

High above the common crowds sat the royal box, where the privileged few feasted and mingled in the presence of the Sister Queens. Prominent figures in the slavery industry. Fellow royalty. If you were of note, and Nemene Talith didn't find your existence loathsome and pointing then there was a chance that you could grace the box.

Naturally the Silent Sister wasn't much for conversation, and thus sat there, eyes glazed over as she stared out of the glass from on high. Occasionally the mute shifted in her seat as if something were making her uncomfortable.

On the face of it Evelynn was her usual self. Frigid. Bored. Entertaining people was not her strong suit, much preferring the company of her beasts. Although maybe not now. Given that their slain corpses were rotting deep within the bowels of their palace. Nemene, on her roaring rampage of revenge had forced the blonde to kill every creature, every companion.

Hidden beneath that disinterested hollow stare was dread, dread and fear. A terror reserved for the one she called sister, no, not any more, maybe in the public eye but it was Goddess now. A cruel and vengeful deity.

Once again the creature shuffled in her chair.

[member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene Athaem Talith sat upon her throne in the royal gallery, her eyes shifting focus as the clash of blades rang out over and over again in the center of the Cauldron. She did not entertain her guests, at least not anymore. Most of them had already spoken with her in one way or another, and a few of them had even given the two Sister Queens gifts, though nothing too fancy.

Such a thing was hardly expected, but it was a nice treat for Nemene and Evelynn, though Evelynn hardly benefited from the gifts unless Nemene was in the mood to dress her up.

The Queen of Rattatak smiled slightly as she heard a silent cheer from behind her, one of the lesser nobles rooting for his favored gladiator. Such a thing always amused Nemene, the cheering for one particular fighter. In the end, both of them would wind up dead, just one would meet his end quite a bit sooner than the other.

Of course Nemene had no idea that perhaps her end was coming sooner than she would like, though Kaine Zambrano would have to fight hard to make such a thing occur.

With a soft as silk hand Nemene reached to her side, grasping her lightsaber pike almost unconsciously. The weapon felt cool to the touch, and Nemene began to drum her fingers along the side of it in an almost rhythmic fashion. One could have called it a nervous tick, if Nemene could have been described as nervous. She smiled slightly, and looked to her sister, her grin growing as the girl shifted uncomfortably.

“Sit still, there are people watching.” Her words were a whisper, only Evelynn would hear.
@Darth Vonrskr

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The deafening roar of battle ascended up along the sides of the cauldron as those whose only purpose in life was to kill fought for the amusement of their masters, and the spectators who bet upon them. Kaine was patient enough to wait for the battle to progress further while he prepared himself for the conflict yet to come, however; the bundle of mass wrapped around his left arm was becoming impatient as it sensed its master's growing rage. Gently he rubbed the tips of his fingers against his pet, calming it to a small extent, but the coming bloodlust was starting to set in, and it was high time they got this show on the road. Rising to his feet the Sith Lord left the unconscious couple where they lay and exited the observation booth, before turning down the corridor that lead to the staircase leading to the royal box. It was there that the two sister queens would be waiting, unaware of what was to come.

Along the way the Sith Lord came across several guards, but those that were susceptible enough were mind tricked to let him pass, and those that weren't were easily dealt with a quick blow to the throat or head. He wasn't here to deal with the guards, he was here to deal with those who employed them in their service. The royal box was near, and the bundled mass around his arm was hungry for blood, and soon it would be sated. A pair of guards stood still as stone outside of the entry-way into the royal box, and crossed their weapons to bar the way of this unknown individual who approached the box. "[color=light blue]Halt! Who dares appro-[/color]" The words caught in his throat as an invisible hand clutched his windpipe and raised him a meter off of the ground to scrap painfully against the stone ceiling. The other guard suffered the same fate as the other, although he was pushed down onto the floor while the other was pressed against the ceiling.

The clang of their weapons clattering on the stone ground might have given some warning to those inside not completely focused on the fight below, but otherwise the only sound that accompanied them was the low gurgle and the futile flailing of the guards as their lives were squeezed out of them. Once they had passed, Kaine let their bodies go limp, the one pushed against the ceiling falling down with a dull thud of his armor on stone. Then, the Sith Lord began his entrance into the booth...

[member="Evelynn"] [member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Louise]

My apologies, Goddess. A message sent only for the mind of Talith, it was more dignified than her usual responses, mingling with the lie she was currently upholding.

Instantly the woman found herself no longer shifting in her seat. An interesting interaction that nobody around them took notice of. Who would? Nobody knew what Nemene had whispered, nobody knew the cause of Evelynn's discomfort and nobody knew that she had stopped shuffling around because she had been commanded to.

Nobody but the Sister Queens of Rattatak.

Yet the facade had to remain and the woman now found herself sitting as still as her own body could possibly manage, eyes still disinterested and hollow. Perhaps there should have been relief there, as it took the woman out of her new home amongst the corpses of her once beloved. Just another series of unfortunate events for our Evelynn. By now it was the standard, the usual. Oh yes, she'd had her incredibly brief time in the sun, upon the seat of power but that was no longer the case, and likely it would never be again.

The door to the royal box slid open, and granite eyes lazily flickered towards the entrance. Another noble. How exciting. How riveting. Throw a parade. Sound the trumpets. The frail woman didn't even greet their latest guest, choosing to stare vacantly at the doomed gladiators below.

Little did she know who it was that lurked beneath those false features.

[member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene didn't notice Kaine either of course, she had no skill in sensory, and even if she did the amulet that the man wore would have prevented any such nonsense as detecting him. Of course this hardly mattered in the grand scheme of things.

She did not worry about being attacked, anxiety no longer ruled her, and fear was not a word that she held within her vocabulary. Had she known the Iron Tyrant was there, she would have dared him to attack. Battle was what Nemene thrived on. Though she looked like a dainty delicate flower, Nemene was hardly an easy target. She was the daughter of Moridin, and a Master of Blades in her own right.

Unconsciously she fingered the Lightsaber Pike at her side, smiling slightly and drumming her fingers rhythmically on the phrik haft.

Her smile widened as one of the gladiators stabbed his blade through the throat of a slave. Blood spewed across the sands and a roar of the crowd erupted throughout the Cauldron. Deafeningly the screams whipped around, the common peasants clamoring for more blood, more violence, more death. The Queen of Rattatak could only smile.
[member="Evelynn"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

There they were, and the sight of both of them made Kaine's breath catch in his throat for a moment, something that was uncharacteristic of the Sith Lord. Perhaps it was the growing anticipation the Lord was suffering from the moment he set foot on the planet, the gnawing sensation that what was about to happen would change both families forever. He didn't necessarily want to bring upon Nemene's ruin, as he had been a loyal ally of her father in the past, but she was unruly and brash, an upstart at it's finest. Plus, such transgressions could not go unpunished, and Kaine would make sure the Taliths never forget that the Zambranos were not a family to be trifled with. However; he was uncertain on what Evelynn's fate would hold after this battle, but he feared that she was forever lost, and such would set Kaine back months in terms of planning.

No matter, even if his plans were delayed, they would still come to fruition.

He clenched and unclenched his fists as he breathed in deeply, and then began to slowly walk towards the Sister Queens, his expression passive as he reigned in his emotions until the moment they could be used to his advantage. He stopped a few meters away from their thrones, respectfully bowed to both of them, playing the newly arrived noble part as best as he could for now. He stood there for a few moments, saying nothing and answering none of their questions should they ask them in relation as to why some unknown noble just showed up out of nowhere and approached them without announcing himself at all. Then the sleeve of his left arm rippled, and from the confines of his shirt erupted the fury of the King of Amphistaffs, the powerful living weapon uncoiling from around his arm to lung forth in a strike towards Nemene's face/neck/upper torso.

[member="Evelynn"] [member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

She didn't sense Kaine coming, she didn't feel him in the force or even have the perception of evil intent, but she did see him.

If it there was one thing Nemene had going for her, it was her speed. That was Nemene's talent. She was faster than anyone, or anything currently alive in this galaxy. Through the force, she enhanced herself, she pushed her body to its very limit. So in the few seconds time between the Amphistaff loosing itself from Kaine's wrist, and the massive serpent flying towards her, Nemene moved.

She did not dash away from the throne, even she was not fast enough for that. No instead she reached for her lightsaber pike. The huge phrik constructed hilt moved with a flash between herself and the amphistaff, its might jaw trapping itself against the metallic hilt, its jaw instantly clamping down as it struck the pike.

Nemene braced herself fighting the amphistaff as it whipped about and tried to get at her.

“Evie, Kill!” The command was near panicked, but her voice remained solid. Evelynn would hear her, and she would obey.