Faction Those Who Fight (DH/DIA)

[Ra'a'mah]

Her best friend called on her, needing help. She listened to his problem, shook her head, and agreed to help him. She didn't argue with him, knowing how much the drink meant to him. As silly as it was, she arranged a meeting with the Diarchs. Luckily, she had already been in contact with Rellik, and this would be her first meeting with his brother, Reign.

They had set up on Bastion, and they were going to meet them there. The Curcible was their home and they were welcomed. Nothing fancy was set out, but it soon became clear Vulps was itching for another fight. His first encounter with these people was through Zara Saga , and Ra had only heard the tale. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she sighed. For a person who shunned the Sith ideology, he was more bloodthirsty than she ever had been.

"Alright, Vulps. You got my attention, and they've agreed to meet us. Cool your jets. You'll get payback and a drink out of this."

It was a good thing; she had already made several acquaintances with these people. Whatever happened, she would remain on good terms with them. She would also help her friend, and it would be nice to fight alongside him again.

Vulpesen Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik

 

[Vulpesen]

That Vulpesen now walked on the surface of Bastion was a testament to the effectiveness of the Tenevi Order, Veradune's intelligence agency. With nothing more than a face provided by the Valde's shape shifting prowess, they had managed to track down the Archon of Light to an affiliation with the Diarchy. Of course, Vulpesen had heard the name, seeing it in a few galactic reports, but he hadn't yet given them much attention. That scrutiny was usually left for the Sith, Mandalorians, the Galactic Alliance.

But the deeper he dug, the more intrigued he became. An order created, seemingly, by sith with more than a simple disagreement of the conventional sith orders. All the belief in order without the focus on slaughter and death. It was what Vulpesen had pretended to be so long ago. A sith with an actual desire to do good. In their pursuit of these ordeals, the sith of the Diarchy had seemed to have turned themselves into something all together different. That fact was proven by the woman who now stood beside him.

Vulpesen and Ra'a'mah were the two oldest members of the Dark Hand, an organization that they had formed with the sole purpose of destroying or at least hampering the sith in the Galaxy. And yet, in his studies, he had found that Ra had allies within this "Diarchy." And she wasn't alone. While not present, his sister had also appeared to have connections.

Maybe he was a petty old man, ready to throw hands over pocket change and a glass of whiskey. Maybe he was a man so embittered by the sith that he would root them out no matter what they looked like. Maybe he was a firebrand soldier in need of an outlet. Or maybe, just maybe, he was a man intrigued by something new and ready to find any excuse to get a closer look at it. "I'm sure I will. What do you know about these people? I'm still a bit confused as to who and what they are."

Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: The Crucible of Order | Bastion
Tags: Vulpesen Diarch Rellik Ra'a'mah

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Reign walked the hallways of the crucible. He had been informed of the new arrivals as soon as they had arrived in the hallowed halls. His brother had agreed to meet a contact of his, who spoke on behalf of another to settle some “dispute”

He moved quickly, black cape trailing behind him. He adjusted the cuffs on his black and gold uniform, checked his lightsaber to ensure it was reachable just near his back. He would not be caught off guard.

As he neared where he was to meet with them, he spied his brother moving towards the same space.

“What is this about brother? Do you know anything of this “grievous” affront is?”

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Ah, another beautiful day of studying and whispering within the halls of the Crucibles library. It was a sanctum for the Diarch and all within the order of the Brotherhood. Rellik made his way through rows of books; speaking to students and asking how studies were going as he went. The world could not have had a better glow beneath the two suns of Bastion. It was the epitome of what the Diarchy fought for. They have brought peace seen only on worlds like Naboo all the way to the Braxant run. And finally, there was a day he could simply revel in it and enjoy the prize of his labors.

Alas, of course, as if on cue it seemed something needed to arise. As Relliks litigation Droid Onyx made his way into the library and loomed over his master the Diarch. With a poke on the shoulder it got his attention and without words Rellik knew something had come up.

"My lord, you have requests for a meeting with a - Lady Ra'a'mah, whom I have in my database and another named" The droid knew the information. It was just a sassy piece of metal. Annoyingly joking as it scanned over the datapad like an old man trying to decipher holo-news. "A person known as Vulpesen. Supposedly an issue has arrived due to the actions of the acutely nicknamed Trouble - aka Zara Saga."

Immediately Rellik put his fingers on the bridge of his nose and rubbed it in frustration. "This woman, she never gives a moment for peace before she stirs something else up again. By the whills!" Rellik took the datapad. Reading over it quickly, the information on the altercation was obscure but if past events were anything to go on... it was probably Zara's fault.

"Very well, take me to the meeting spot." Onyx informed him it would be at the crucible and that made everything easy enough. As the Diarch left the library he ran into his brother. Seemingly on the same course for their new guests.

"Brother!" He hugged his older brother with one arm over the shoulder side by side. "Ah you know, the usual. Our favorite fire cracker of an Archon. It appears she has made more friends... as she is one to do."

As they made their way to the doors they saw the duo. Rellik recognizing Ra. He approached with a wave and as they were within meters of each other he offered his hand as he did the first time Ra entered the academy. An offer of respectful first meetings.

Vulpesen Ra'a'mah Diarch Reign

 

[Ra'a'mah]

"I made business connections with them a few months ago. Not long after, one of the Diarchs invited me here and dragged me through memory lane of my time with Carnefex's Sith Empire and my time with the Dominion. You know the ones."

Giving him an elbow, she had been a part of it when they met all those years ago. He had been the man who set her away from the path that had been forced on her. With the choice of join or die...she chose life. She had been granted Bast Castle, and from there, they had formed the Dark Hand. For their movement to still be going brought some happiness and gratitude to Ra.

"Well, the two Diarchs formed it, and from what I've been able to piece together myself, they are as much anti-Sith as we are. If not more, if only because they have more people and firepower."

Lifting an eyebrow, she turned to face the two brothers as they approached together. Having already met Rellik, she nodded at him and shook his hand as he offered it to her.

"Vulpesen, these are the Diarchs Rellik and his brother Reign."

After shaking Rellik's hand, she extended it to Reign.

"I'm Ra'a'mah Numare and have had business relations with your people for a few months. Not long ago, I learned of an altercation between him and Zara Saga."

Tipping her head in the direction of her friend, she would allow him to continue with the story.

Vulpesen Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik

 

[Vulpesen]

His ears flicked at her words, and Vulpesen couldn't help but smile at the memories that had lead to the creation of the hand. Of course, not all those memories were necessarily business related, but he didn't mention that. As they approached the Diarchs however, he worked to school his expression into one of a more neutral facade while Ra ran through her introductions.

"Vulpesen Torrevaso, Valde of Veradune, and Arch Wilder of the Vitae Sect. I was on an undercover mission on Thule, taking out some Mercenary bandits. Imagine my surprise when one of those mercenaries stabbed a man in the throat then started to burn the place to cinders around me." His lips quirked up in a lopsided smile as he crossed his arms, his black tail flicking two and fro. "Before it all went to hell in a ration pack, we were having ourselves a nice little spar with some stakes. Your lady still owes me thirty credits and a drink." Nonsensical as it might have sounded, there was a serious under current beneath his voice. Vulpesen was here to exact a price. Whether out of pettiness or as a test, he was still deciding.

Ra'a'mah Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik (Mentioned Zara Saga )

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Bastion
Tags: Vulpesen Ra'a'mah Diarch Rellik

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With his thumb and forefinger rubbing the bridge of his nose, Reign looked like he aged a decade in that instant before saying.

"Yes, she is quite good at that"

As they approached the pair they were there to meet, Reign took note of the familiarity between his brother and the woman, then accepted the hand that was offered his way.

"A pleasure, my brother has told me much of your dealings"

His gaze shifted as the other spoke. He had been vaguely aware of what Zara had been up to, yet his attention had been drawn elsewhere as of late. He looked the being up and down and had to fight back just a bit of laughter.

"That drink and the 30 credits must be worth quite a bit for you to come all the way to Bastion. The only thing that would have brought me across the galaxy like this would either be if I was spoiling for a fight, or there was some Whyren's Reserve at stake"

He looked into the eyes of the man.

"I happen to have both.. friend.. so tell me, what are you after?"

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen raised at brow at the knowledge, his tail flicking behind him as his eyes flicked between the Diarchs. Ra'a'mah had counted them as allies. He wasn't yet convinced. It wasn't that he didn't trust her. It also wasn't that he didn't trust them. He had simply yet to make up his mind. The sith were a wily and powerful bunch and he had lost more than one friend to their blades. There was no point in collecting allies if they were simply to become more casualties in the eternal war.

"Maybe both. How about a new deal? I've got a case of Veran whiskey on my ship. Strong enough to knock most folks on their asses. Winner gets the bottle of reserve and the case. Afterall, miss Saga and I never did finish our contest before the explosions." His hands folded in front of him and his elbow brushed against the edge of his cloak, moving it aside to reveal the scaled surface of his saberstaff. One belief that the Zorrens shared with the Echani, combat was a perfect opportunity to learn about someone. And when you were at war, it served as perhaps the best resume for what one might want to learn.

Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Rellik remained quiet as Reign spoke, letting his brother's humor and scrutiny feel out the edges of their guest. He watched Vulpesen carefully. His face was of a ruler, a politician. He had been put on TV's and had his picture taken many times. His features did not betray his intent. He stood with a counselors pose and demeanor. When the saberstaff was revealed, however subtly, the Diarch's golden eyes sharpened slightly though.

Then he smiled.

"A contest of blades and bottles, is it?" Rellik said, voice calm but edged. "Very well. If that is your wager, I accept." In a brotherly fashion he stepped forward first. "It would be my honor to face you. Preferably as a friend but either way." He gave a deep bow to Vulpesen, with the flow of his cape bending at the display it showed off the curved hilt of his saber as he did so.

"This is the Crucible and it is aptly named so. We have an arena for such events if you would follow me." He began to turn, heading in the direction they needed to go. He tilted his head slightly, a glimmer of dry amusement passing over his face. "Shall we?"

Ra'a'mah Vulpesen Diarch Reign