Faction The Yellow Sun

[Raze]

H O U S E • R E N O U X​

Wearing: xxx
Tag: Roxy Renoux

Wrong color or not, Roxy still had no way of knowing. Raze was not going to argue the point with her. It would only keep her focused on it. Besides, her mind was trying to distract itself by looking for a place to lay the blame other than herself. After all, if she had done nothing wrong, then someone did.

That was the trouble with this kind of kill, and why it would play at her mind in such a tenacious way. In the end, it was just as likely an accident as it was foul play.

“He was innocent, yes. He still is. Though I gather he understood the risks of jousting before stepping into the arena. That does not make it right, or fair. It just is.”

Those words were likely no bit of comfort to Rexanne, however if she wished to be the warrior that Raze was, she would have to accept it.

“He deserves none of this,” Raze said with a step closer to the woman. “And whatever is going with Romin that is undeserved to. For the life of me I want to hope it is all just an accident, and that Romin is just being rebellious. The alternative is worse, that the enemies of the peace our houses brokered have already made their first moves.”

Raze said it all out loud. There were many possibilities, and they were just that. They knew nothing definitive, and while Roxy was correct that Tycho Amnen would be out for blood, even he had to see enough reason to know not to suspect it was either house.

He took a deep breath. They could not leave yet. His head shook to answer Roxy. They could not go home, not now. No one was leaving until the matter had been satisfied by the nobility.

It was in their hands.

“I do not know who had access to the draws, and thinking like that will not help. Now is the time more than ever to trust your father. While the others are ruthless, the Duke is the most brilliant strategist I have ever known. If he can see a way out of this which keeps the peace between our houses intact, it is him.”

The Justicar said that for his own benefit as much as Rexanne’s. He wanted to believe it was true, but with Romin missing Raze was unsure if he would jump to other conclusions. Regardless of what was happening, Roxy had to remain in the tent for the time being.

Raze could only say one more thing.

“Until they say he is dead… you hope and pray your fears are wrong. There is always a chance… even if you cannot see it.”

 

[Vilka Keldra]

NIGHTHAWK
GARDEN MAZE | MUUNILINST
TAG: Romulus Vel | Arlo Amnen | Aliris Tremiru | Cyressa Tiberos | Aspect of Defiance

SIX FEET UNDER​

His brother was losing it.

To others, it wouldn't seem that way, but Remus knew better. So he just stood there, smoking, a blank expression his face while he allowed Romulus his rant. In the meantime, others have joined their little get together.

As the Lady Cyressa walked up, Remus dropped his cigara and squashed it with his boot. Not the nicest thing to smoke in the presence of a Lady. He bowed his head at her, but remained silent, hands in his pockets, as his brother continued complaining.

"Aliris Tremiru. Nice to finally meet you, young one. I've heard a lot of things about you. Some good, some scary. Nothing bad, obviously, we all love you here. We are not staying in the garden for much too long, I'm afraid. This is just too tumultuous. I mean, it was just Arlo and I catching up earlier, and now, we are stuck with a princess, a rat, and, respectfully, a murderball freight train. Who's coming next? A vampire?"​

Finally.

"You done?" he asked him before turning to Cyressa first. Of course he wouldn't be recognised. That was his job, after all. So he bowed his head again. "My Lady, Remus. It's an honour." he said before looking at the boy.
"You shouldn't take everything seriously, lad. Not everyone means harm." he said, looking at the girl as well as he said it. His piercing gaze found his brother's again. His reaction had scratched at an old wound deep within Remus. They always had a deeper connection, being twins. It did something to him to see the hurt in his brother that no one else would. But his face remained blank as these emotions started leaking inside.

And it seemed Romulus had the same mask.

"Chill out, I'm not gonna kill you, just a friendly pat to the pariah. It was really nice seeing you again brother. Nursemaid job's calling, what can I say. Keep your eyes and ears wide open, my men will be in touch. My lady, we can escort you to the city, if you want to. Perhaps, you can meet some familiar faces there? Shall we go?"

Remus looked him unflinchingly in the eye and was just about to say something when a horn blew not far from them.

Instinct took over immediately and Remus shoved his brother behind him as he stepped forward, drawing his blaster from his back, beneath his jacket.
"Move!" he ordered the whole group. There were no Justicars around. He and his brother were it as metallic rolling came closer. And something had him not wanting to abandon Romulus again. Not that he'd ever admit it aloud. "Get back to the Maze entrance!" He flicked the setting on his blaster to particle.

When the droids rolled into view, he pulled off a few rounds as he backed up slowly.

 

[Reggie Rau]

STORM
STANDS FOR NOW | MUUNILINST
TAG: Raze
ARMOUR: xx

THROUGH THE FLAMES​

Whatever he was trying to do, it was working.

The fog of shock had cleared from her mind and was replaced with irritation. Irritation that he couldn't see beyond his warrior vision of the political mess that could unfold. Irritation that he dared to draw comparisons of fairness between the mess outside and her brother being missing. But most of all was the irritation that he was right about most of it. She had stepped back when he had stepped forward, not wanting to have him in her personal space just then.

But what snapped her, was when he spoke of her father.

"I have all the faith in my father. But if you stopped and thought about, you'd know that even the best strategist could be outnumbered. Right now, House Heads and heirs are dropping like flies. You are the one that taught me to keep my eye on my enemy as well as always being prepared. So if my father, heaven forbid, fails, what is your grand plan?" She glared at him, some colour back in her face. She wanted to walk from the tent, but she knew very well that he wouldn't let her. His actions in the arena had proved it. So she opted to just fume at him.

The dull throb in her temples had grown worse.

"Until they say he is dead… you hope and pray your fears are wrong. There is always a chance… even if you cannot see it."

Roxy sighed, dropping her head into a hand to rub her temples. The rollercoaster that had been her emotions has left her so tired. She had no more energy to go at it again.
"All right." she said in resignation as she looked at him again. "You're right." She collapsed on the chaise within the tent and buried her head between her hands as she rubbed her temples again. Her entire body hurt from how her muscles had tensed throughout the entire chaotic rollercoaster.

"So now we wait, then." she said to the floor.

 

[Darius Amnen]

H O U S E • A M N E N​

The world around him was a haze, like trying to see through a window covered with frost. Frost, yes, it was cold.

His breath became more and more shallow with each futile draw he took. The hole in his neck made an unnerving wheeze as he lay dying.

There was much happening around him. He could tell that even if he could not see it. The general buzz of desperation and fear surrounded him.

Something touched him. Not him, not really and not really touched and yet it was so. Something pushed back at his dying, tried to deny the truth, to prevent this thing that could not be stopped.

There was some comfort in knowing he would die in armor as his father had. Young and strong, dying for the honor of his House and not old and sick in his bed.

A mercy.

There was no mercy in a child bleeding to death in front of hundreds of strangers.

It was cruel for that child to die in the arms of his family and yet the galaxy was cruel.

His strength had all but gone. With the last of what he had, Lord Ty'darius Amnen reached out with a blood soaked hand and squeezed his aunt's hand.

One last gift to the boy and one last I love you to this woman who had treated him as a son.

The morning sun was still high but Lord Ty'darius… Darius… went to sleep for a final time, his Yellow Sun never to rise again in this life.

 

[Ulysses Renoux]

H O U S E • R E N O U X​

Wearing: xxx
Tag: Tyonna Amnen | Roxy Renoux | Ariellyn Renoux | Deyanira Draco | Amelia von Sorenn | Tycho Amnen

Ulysses laughed. The answer from Lady Draco in regards to her son was telling enough. She was not thrilled about his participation in the event. The Duke could not blame her. Had he stayed back it would not put the Justicar in a complicated position. Either the young noble won which would burn the ego of her house Justicars, or the Justicar won and broke his oath of loyalty. There was no way out of this.

Her voice still sang in his ear between the sips of red wine from the goblet in her hand. She called out his worry between them. Ulysses both loved and hated the fact she could still read him after so many years. He was resigned to the fact with her ruling along himself and the young Amnen stoicism would need to be a trait taken advantage of more often.

“She will be exceptional.”

It was the only answer the woman would receive. Her dress, the perfume, even the way she seemed to feign concern over the Duke’s worry, it was a ruse. The seductress had made her point clear when she slapped him in the cave. He was to keep his distance. Perhaps she was testing his resolve to do so, or maybe she was trying to entice him to make a public display. Whatever her reasons, that did not keep the noble from grazing his little finger against hers as he reached for his own glass of wine.

His eyes remained fixed on the scene of the arena in front of him. The unmissable sound of a decisive hit drew a smile to Ulysses lips. Like his daughter the Duke evaluated the situation the same. If Lord Amnen chose to compete then he must accept whatever outcome. Rexanne was not a Justicar, she was a noble’s daughter. They were equals on the tournament grounds.

When the boy did not get up, Ulysses could no longer hide his worry.

Someone was attempting to ruin his house.

Tyonna tan from her seat. Raze moved Rexanne off the field. His eyes caught those of his Justicar to thank him for quick action. Another Justicar now ran into the fray, Draco. The color of his armor stood out. The Lord was dead, and Tolmeh was there to ensure it happened. All of it was a set up.

“First Romin, and now someone would do this to Rexanne…” his anger burned. He turned to Deyanira Draco “Do you truly loathe me so much as to go to such lengths to bring my house to ruin?”

Peace was fragile, as was Ulysses' temper. The accusation had already left his mouth. There would be nothing his advisors could do other than help clean up the mess were he wrong. It would at least move some of the suspicion from him. One thing everyone would agree on was that this was not the work of House Amnen. It was a shame and pity the whole lot of it. Were he to be pressed, Ulysses would admit he liked the boy, and respected him as a leader in his own right.

The answer was already leaving his mouth before Deyanira would have time to respond.

"You would not... no," he sighed. "Romin is missing. Ty'darius is dead. Are you sure Adelina not being here is also just a coincidence?

Whatever Amelia von Sorenn could say to smooth over the outburst would be needed. Though if anyone knew Ulysses well enough it was Deyanira. Perhaps she would see reason, and come to the same conclusion Ulysses had.

Someone was trying to sabotage them all.

 

[Tyonna Amnen]

H O U S E • A M N E N​

Tyonna glanced skyward for a moment as the medical drop ships from Maëlys Amnen arrived to assist. The shining aurodium in the yellow sun was like a ray of hope.

She didn't need the healers to tell her that the situation was dire. Tyonna was only mildly aware of others gathered around – the Amnen Justicars had gathered in a circle around them, shielding them from the stares of the audience. And, there was even a House Draco Justicar in red armor, trying his best to tend to the wounded lord.

Deep down, Tyonna appreciated his effort... but a sinking feeling told her it was no use.

Darius Amnen was slipping away.

Her eyes closed and tears fell freely.

Her nephew's hand closed around hers one last time, and Tyonna didn't let go... not even after Darius did. He was gone. She wanted to sob and scream. But the woman did her best to hold herself together. For the sake of the houses gathered here today.

"Bring Lord Darius home," she said, her voice shakier than she'd hoped. "He cannot stay here." Tyonna rose as they lifted his lifeless body on the stretcher, her hand still held his. "S-say he's gone for treatment... the tourney must go on... for now." Tyonna's voice was hushed, so only the Justicars could hear – they would ensure things ran smoothly in her absence. It felt so wrong to let the joust continue... but Tyonna knew that the delicate balance had to be maintained.

And, this was no way to tell the people of Muunilinst that Lord Darius had passed. It needed to be done correctly, with care and respect. Needless to say, House Amnen needed to have a plan in place as well.

"Tell Romulus Vel to bring Arlo Amnen home safely," she added.

Once Darius had been placed safely on the medical ship, Tyonna climbed aboard to accompany him on his final trip home. She wasn't even sure who was there with them, but for the briefest moment, she could have sworn that she'd felt her brother's presence there, too. They were together now. And once the ramp closed...

She wept.

 

[Deyanira Draco]

H O U S E • D R A C O​

Deyanira's dark eyes widened slightly when things became clear that things were serious for Lord Amnen. She was, despite popular belief, not completely heartless. Though, blackened as it was, her heart understood the turmoil to come. It reminded her of Elend's accident and how the fate of her house rested on whether he lived or died.

No doubt, House Amnen would fall into chaos if the boy died here.

Their hosts were quick to deal with the situation. Her eyes narrowed as a member of her own house jumped to action, the Justicar Tolmeh Thorn . Though, her attention was quickly drawn to Ulysses Renoux as he raised his voice next to her.

She regarded him silently, her expression cold and inscrutable.

The gall.

Of course, she hadn't the faintest idea what he meant by the slight -- accusing her of meddling with his children somehow. Romin? What of him... and Rexanne, was he suggesting that she had something to do with his daughter's match with young Dairus? Deyanira reached a hand to her temple for a moment as she attempted to quell her own anger – which may well have been palpable to the Duke and her Justicar, Vivian thretis. But, before she could lash out at him, the Duke continued. The widow arched a brow.

"Missing?" she echoed. Now, she understood his agitation. True, things did not look well for the Amnen boy, but as Deyanira turned her gaze back out to the arena, a stretcher was already boarding a medical vessel. But... why would he bring up Adelina?


"My daughter chose to remain at home," she said. But now, she was suspicious. This had to do with the Duke's son. Deyanira knew the two had been out together after the funeral. What a headache.

"Vivian," she called, turning to the Justicar. "Please contact the keep and verify the whereabouts of Adelina."

​

 

[Vivian thretis]

H O U S E • D R A C O​

Tag: Deyanira Draco
Wearing: xx

Vivian stood there watching as the young leader of house amnen was put onto a stretcher and carried onto a house amnen ship she felt Tyonna Amnen sorrow even from here as she tried to hide it it slightly moved the young justicar. But she heard lord Ulysses Renoux speak not so lightly to deyanira draco. Causing vivian to subconsciously react and look at him and watching him carefully assessing if he was a threat or not for a few seconds.

She could sense deyaniras rage at the transaction it was not her place to advice deyanira on matters such as this but using the force she quietly and without being noticed grabbed as bottle of wine that was the same as deyanira was drinking and refilled her glass setting it down the bottle on a nearby table we she heard that the redoux son was missing. This was going to be an interesting day if she didn't have dire news for the duchess of house draco. The young justicar didn't look at deyanira when she spoke or when she was about to answer "lady draco Adeline is not at the keep the justicars on entralla are looking for her as we speak" she said she had gotten the message a few seconds before she walked up to deyanira and awaited the best time to tell her which ended up being now. Vivian wasn't sure how deyanira was going to take the news but she felt yelling was in her future.

 

[Romulus Vel]

H O U S E • A M N E N​

OUTFIT: x
TAG: Aliris Tremiru | Arlo Amnen | Cyressa Tiberos | Vilka Keldra
​

Instinct took over immediately and Remus shoved his brother behind him as he stepped forward, drawing his blaster from his back, beneath his jacket.
"Move!" he ordered the whole group.

"Don't touch me."​

The audacity of this guy trying to play hero after all that. Who do he think I am, a coward? I'm not gonna cower behind my brother while he gets battered by plasma blasts. My obligation is to keep Arlo Amnen safe, but I know that I won't be able to sleep anymore, not a single minute, if I survive this encounter and Vilka Keldra doesn't. I don't care if he has a deathwish, not in front of my eyes. Now, side-by-side, I took my blaster out of the holster and lined up a shot.​

"Help me cover them. You three, behind us!"​

Despite what people think of me, I am quite capable in the art of close quarter skirmishes. I was in the military. I've killed men and out-duel larger opponents 1-on-1. However, Droidekas are a different beast. It has been so long since I've seen one, and I have no experience facing it. They were a sort of boogeymen for commoners we occupied back in the day. The destroyers, CIS' war machine, corporate's secret weapon. I never had to worry about facing one, since they are only deployed by the "bad guys", and I was always one. Until now.

I blasted another couple of rounds towards the Droidekas, who had their shield up by that point. The shots are to no avail, predictably. At times like this, I regret not having my full kit with me. Granted, no one would think of a Droidekas attack earlier. I only prepared for the dangers of men, not droids. However, electro magnetic pulse grenades would come in handy in this sort of situation, and the fact that we are in our home turf has caught me off guard. I took a quick cover behind a lion statue while thinking of a way out. There's a right-turn around 100 meters behind us. If we can make it fast enough, that'll force the Droidekas to pull down their shield and turn to their rolling form. That's the only way we can put on some damage.​

"Arlo, Ressa, run to the next turn! We'll follow right behind!"​

Aliris Tremiru . Yes, she is pretty much an Amnen too, and it is my duty to protect her. However, like it or not, she is probably the only one here capable of clearing all those destroyer droids. Sure, you can gun them down, but that will take a long time. Saber and the force could end those rollies in no time. That's if she is as good as people said. I've heard stories about force users who fell victim to these war machines, yet thinking about it right now doesn't help. She is our only hope of escaping unscathed. Duty be damned.​

"We need to get the rollies rollin'! Kid, get your saber ready after we make the turn."

 

[Tycho Amnen]

The edge of the arena was as far as he dare go. His feet never touching the sand as he watched his grandson be taken away. The harshness of his expression was chiseled from the stone of his heart.

They would never stop being taken from him. His father. His brother and his children. Both of his sons and now all of their children as well. Tycho Amnen it seemed was doomed to watch the culling of his House, of his family, of his heart.

Tyonna had followed Darius' body as it was taken away. The boy's body. his corpse. Darius was gone, the old man knew it and soon they would all pay because of it. In spite of the distance between them he could feel his daughter's anguish as keenly as it were his own. They would pay for that too.

The sun had not set on House Amnen. A new day would rise and they would rise with it.

They will all pay.

 

[Tolmeh Thorn]

Armor: Link

Tolmeh tried his hardest to reach the young lord with the force. But he could barely reach the tethers of the boy's life and when he did it rejected his touch. Maybe had he been an amnen justiciar he would have been able to do something more to reach the young man but as it was the lord just gave up. Tolmeh couldn't understand why he would just give up this quickly but he was with his life force fading fast.

He watched them walk the young lord's corpse off the field, his gloves covered in blood. He sat there looking down at the blood stained dirt for a while longer hoping that maybe a hand would reach up out of it and just kill him. He had most likely made it look worse for House Draco that he had rushed to aid. He had good reasons at the time but he hadn't expected the young lord to just give up. Maybe he had it harder than anyone ever knew and just gave in because it was all too much. Tolmeh pushed that to the side, that was his brain attempting to rationalising what had just occurred. He finally got up pushing down all the feelings that were bubbling up.

Despair, sadness, and the fear of death would not help what was coming next. He needed to face the music, so he left the field heading up to the stairs which would lead to where the other leaders of the houses were. He would walk slowly stopping in front of the Matriarch of House Draco sinking to his knees. "My lady I apologies for rushing to the aid of Darius Amnen without consulting you first. I had thought that with a bit of force healing I would be able to keep him from the brink but the boy forsook any attempts I made to reach his life force and bring him back to the world of the living. My life is now forfeit as I was unable to keep the peace that you pushed so hard for, if you wish to take my head in response, I shall make no moves to stop you from that right. Nor shall I stop you if you feel my life would help pacify the outrage House Amnen will feel from this loss. As always I tried to do my best for my house." He would say tears slowly rolling down his face ready for his death as compense for his failure to save the peace they had tried to build.

Tags: Vivian thretis I Deyanira Draco I Ulysses Renoux I Amelia von Sorenn I Tycho Amnen I Ariellyn Renoux

 

[Arlo Amnen]

(Post Soundtrack: “Karnaca Battle”)
Attire: [X]

The harrowing screech of metal on stone was all too familiar. Droidekas. Arlo felt his blood run cold, as if ice suddenly ran through his veins. The way they rolled into the fray, unfolding like insectoid warriors - he hated it. His legs were frozen at first, but the volley of blasterfire the destroyer droids sent flying from their dual cannons warmed him up quickly.

There's no way they could blast through those shields, and outrunning them sounded like a cruel joke. He looked to Romulus with fearful eyes.

"Arlo, Ressa, run to the next turn! We'll follow right behind!"

Arlo blinked in disbelief, his unwillingness to listen very apparent in the way he scowled at Rom. But he knew better than to argue. He had to trust his uncle. He nodded, taking after the lady and dashing from the death-spheres as fast as his legs could carry him. The smell of hot tibanna made his nose burn, as their incessant volley brightened the maze in crimson light.

"C'mon!" the boy shouted to Cyressa Tiberos as they neared the corner.

He didn't dare chance a look behind him. He feared what might become of Romulus. The girl and the twin be damned. He just wanted his uncle to be okay.

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Tags: Tyonna Amnen | Aliris Tremiru | Romulus Vel | Vilka Keldra | Cyressa Tiberos ​