Warpath

[Kay-Larr]

Kay raised a brow as [member="Vaulkhar"] stepped into view. Where the heck did he come from? And more importantly; who was he? The guest that they had been waiting for?

She clenched her jaw, studying him as he approached. That was when she recognized him from the Sith Emperor's ball. He was there and he was looking at her for a time. One of the Sith lackey's no doubt.

Kay looked to [member="Asajj Novar"] as she seemed to know the young man. No doubt her handmaiden was the one that he was referring to. But that wasn't important right now. What was important was everything else that he had said. "You're here to observe what, exactly? Are my staff in danger?" She glanced to Olivia, noting the stern expression on the older woman's face. This wasn't going to be good. If Carnifex's lackey was here, then he was probably going to report on whatever was planned for today. And after her interference between Yasha and Alvarex, this was probably going to be some kind of punishment. Kay nodded to her Head of the House. "All staff, go to your chambers. Asajj...that includes you." Let the lackey go with her. If something terrible was about to happen, she'd rather face it alone. She should face it alone. Others shouldn't have to pay for her actions.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

Matsu had no qualms not being in charge in the group that slowly gathered. The ability to lead was an excellent quality, but needing to be the leader was a personality defect. As such, there was no stiffness when she and Ronan Vizsla finally met.

The path of her life, as winding as it had been, had never brought her very close to Mandalorians. She knew a little of their culture from Lok, had fought beside and against them. But from there, interactions were scant. Even still, it was hard not to know of this one. A butcher, and a highly capable one. There was more than one of those around the galaxy, but she found the ones that didn’t pin it on their titles a more fascinating lot. (Not for show. It’s just the way things get done. That’s worse, a mind that composed.) This one? Visions of sugarplums, if one asked Matsu. Dreams of a baseline for hideous weapons, bodies based off that build and genetic drive twisted in to something inhuman and capable of even greater violence. Sold to the highest bidder.

She calmed herself.

There was a point in her life she would have been more than receptive to the Mandalorian’s thinly veiled meaning. But - through no fault of his own, many women would surely exclaim - something in her had died. Somewhere in all the surgeries, something vital had escaped. Everything where it was supposed to be with the human drive missing.

Besides, Tamara was giving off waves of distinct discomfort.

Even still, she gave him a kind smile. Infinitely interesting - hmm, more attracted to capability than physicality. (No, you can’t use him as a base. At least, not right now.) “From the stories I hear, it is I who will have something to witness.”

Finally, shuttle ride complete and Commenor sprawling out before them, those who would be party to the meeting itself trod forward to meet any representatives on the planet - and of course, Lady Kay and whomever she’d chosen to sit with her. Matsu and Belphaegor’s mission as Saaraishash was primarily one of support, to stand aside and observe while Ronan completed his end of things. That they would see to the safety of the Empire in their own way went without saying.

Winding hallways and several doorways later, they were at the feet of the meeting. And from there, Matsu and Belphaegor were just shadows on the side.

[member="Tin'tinag"] | [member="Darth Interitus"] | [member="Asajj Novar"] | [member="Lady Kay"]
[member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Ronan Vizsla"] | [member="Tamara Wren"] | [member="Irella Vizsla"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Belphaegor"]​

 

[Tin'tinag]

Tin swore to herself upon seeing the guards, this would be tricky, she could easily 'remove' them from the area and sneak by, but that would allude to a problem, and they couldn't have that now could they. "Most likely have strict order for no one to enter, but they don't look like super special forces just average STs, if that is the case, hmmm yes that could work". Donning her old Knight of Ren robes the heavily tattooed Twi'lek approached the guards, easily getting their attention, "halt, identify yourself".

Giving a small hand wave Tin's force powers entered their minds, subtly hinting and changing their perceptions. "I am a Sith Knight here to help with security measures during the meeting due to the increase rebel activity, but need to access the rear entrance to keep my position hidden". Hopefully this would work, force persuasion and lying was her specialty.

[member="Lady Kay"]