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What Have You Done? [Closed, Invite only]

Rosa Gunn

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Somewhere in fringe space, Rosa fought against the nerves that tied her stomach in knots, afraid of what she might find. Not wanting to push the chance to speak to Spencer aside by jumping out at her without warning she sent a message.

Spencer,
Its been months since I heard from you. I miss you dearly. Seroth and I are passing close to Annaj on our travels, I would love to see you.
All my love,
Rosa

She left out the dream. Her fear and worries would do nothing to help the situation.

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"] @[member="Ashin Varanin"] @[member="Seroth Ur-Rahn"]
 
The smell of roasted vegan Bantha burgers filled the halls of the building on Annaj. Some covered their mouths, others sought distance from it, and then there was Spencer Jacobs who hovered over the burger and fries with hunger. The Lady of the Fringe tucked her hands under the expertly crafted burger, juices dripped onto her fingers. Holding the burger in one of her hands she licked the spicy mayo from her slender finger tips. As she brought the burger to her mouth, holding it with both of her hands - a beep startled her and the burger remained just inches from her mouth.

"Fething chaos every time"

Putting the burger down she licked her fingers once more and dried them off with the end of her robes because she couldn't be bothered to search for the napkin (which had been tucked on her neck collar of course she had forgotten it). Pressing the red button on her comm she read the message and sent a response.

Rosa,

Sounds wonderful. Sorry I've been busy with the Fringe - hopefully Ashin will be around see you soon.

Spence

Sending the message along with codes for them to pass through security, Spencer leaned back in her chair ignoring the burger. A hand found her face as she pondered the curious and random message.
 
[Three Hours On]

It sifted through veils thicker than fortress walls, tall, resplendent with images congruent to the imagination. Annaj was famed for its incessant, relentless fog banks. Visibility was a test of nerves. Despite traffic beacons keeping up reassuring glows through ethereal slates, a sense of anxiety caused piloting to slow. Something like a war bird came gliding down from a high vapor. Its profile was angled, harshly, though minimally armed. Other vessels trying to ease their aircars through designated route-streams gladly paused. They watched, with breath baited. Who could this be now? Perchance some seer in diplomacy. Through a columned murk, starfighter escorts winged in, to take up flank. High-powered auto-cannons trained on the vessel-wings. Curt instructions were shared over commlink.

No reply was forthcoming.

Their 'guest' was a hooked, streamlined SH-LS-78 Winter Eagle. This one read 'Iron Snake'. Stoic expressions couldn't be made through the darkened canopy ports. The interior was lit red, overlaid with holo-plate AR that showcased three-dimensional constructs. Languidly, escorts still on tail, the Snake banked right and down. Against acrid fog they kept up descent. Landing beacons harkened them to a lower platform. The platform itself belonged to a monolithic showcase of black-stone, running sharp skeins of Leth-silver. Windows glared with harsh blinks, beaming a heady light through the mauve fog-soup. The Snake landed, ran through its decanting check-list. It cycled down, silent, looming like a drowsing hawk.

Two figures emerged from the disembark ramp. Guards lined with polished white platelet armour over black body-sleeves approached to provide a second escort. ...There was briefly an issue: the taller one to the left, in a high cloak of sullied forest green, refused to be stripped of his harnesses. Weapons, even ones limited to immediate physical range, were strictly prohibited. No escort would condone it. Hard-matte rifles kept their train on his solid target block. Back and forth, the man and the sergeant relayed their arguments. When an impasse seemed to have been reached, comm-chatter drew the sergeant aside.

"...Disengage sights," He growled. "Escort the guests. ...Haste, now!"

"But, sir - !" One trooper choked.

"Further delays won't be tolerated..." The sergeant rasped testily.

Beneath his hood, Seroth Ur-Rahn smiled just slightly and drew close to Rosa Mazhar. A transparisteel turbo-lift whirled down, waiting, at the end of a lengthy plasteel corridor. They boarded with two pairs of silent escort-guards. For a time, the guests stayed silent. ...Until the lad leaned close to murmur. "More cordial than anticipated. That's a third dinner I owe you."

@[member="Rosa Mazhar"] @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] @[member="Ashin Varanin"]
 

Rosa Gunn

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Rosa grinned and looked up at him, the movement dislodging her own hood. It fell back to reveal golden brown locks and a refreshed face. She had spent the journey in meditation, burying her emotions beneath an aura of calm. "I find your lack of faith disturbing, love." she mocked lightly. "Make sure you return the favor and remain cordial yourself." She was only half joking. She knew how her beau felt about Ashin Varanin, now she was putting the two in the same room so she could put her fears at rest, or worse, realize them to be truths. The turbo lift doors opened to reveal the hallway of an elboarte building that could have matched the Senate on Coruscant for its display. It said' look at how far we have come'.

She let out a sigh as they stepped out their escort motioned them to follow. Rosa considered force persuasion and sending them on their way but perhaps such a gesture would send the wrong message to Spencer. She was treading on eggshells afraid to unleash whatever demons lay within. Her hand found Seroths as they walked, fingers interlocking with his, grateful for his support.

@[member="Seroth Ur-Rahn"] @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] @ Ashin Varanin
 
Spencer had washed up from her meal and had her office cleaned. The two that were meeting with her were of interest. Changing quickly, she retired into her chair and sat with the black robe around her. The hood remained off her head as well as the usual dark make up. She decided to look as close to how Rosa had remembered her as possible, but there was no getting around the dark taint that had changed the color of her eyes.

Yellow orbs stared at the door waiting for the buzz from the guards that were escorting the couple to her. It didn’t take long, the noise snapped Spencer from her thoughts and she pressed the button allowing the guards and the two travelers into her office.

“It’s been some time Rosa, and this is Seroth?”

Standing, the slender woman guided them towards the small couch and chair that clung to the corner. It was obvious this place was more than an office for Spencer. Besides the small living room type place, off in the corner was a meditation mat along with several weapons for training. The girl looking no older than a weak child sat in the single chair while she left the couch for them. Pressing a few buttons on the table two glasses of water appeared before the two. Spencer remained slightly on edge, there was no hiding anything from an Empath - Rosa would know this.

“I apologize for the assumption but I figured you two were thirsty. So what surprise do I owe this visit to?”

@[member="Rosa Mazhar"] @[member="Seroth Ur-Rahn"]
 

Rosa Gunn

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Rosa's eyes flicked around, taking in her surroundings, a small smile finding its way to her face as she recognized the meditation mat. She'd spent many an hour with Spencer on similar ones whilst training on the Peregrine. She also established that Ashin was not here, nor did she sense the woman close. Rosa couldn't decide whether that was a good thing or not. Her eyes settled on Spencer as they seated, not trying to hide the concern from her face she frowned slightly, before realizing she had not said anything yet. "Yes, Seroth, Spencer, Spencer, Seroth." she introduced them properly.

The tension was palpable, it made her hairs stand on end. She rested a hand on Seroth's knee, a subtle signal. Relax and she will to. Collecting the water she settled her eyes upon Spencer's, the dark taint was there for all to see. "I was worried about you. You've been quiet for some time. I hear you've had some trouble with the Protectorate?" She was not prepared to dive in and ask what had happened, nor what she had done. She needed Spencer to know this was not an attack, it was not a threat. True to her teachings, Rosa remained calm and balanced.

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"] @[member="Seroth Ur-Rahn"]
 
The decorum was delicate, but misaligned. Subtle arcades pressed from the walls, bold like stone reliefs, smoothed, utterly unblemished. Behind the seated woman was a kept and fastidiously maintained ambulatory featuring a wrinkled mentalist mat-pad. There were weapon racks: tall frames of Zeltronian steel, with corkscrewed rack-supports holding up blunted tools. Their feet tracked over cold set tiles, inset to give off an impression that each square had been a cut and moved stone of several kilos. It felt veiled in its opulence. Even a small lump utilized as a makeshift paperweight on the woman's desk looked, for intent and purpose, like an unrefined lump of dull songsteel.

Relaxation proved elusive. Seroth followed his beau over in step with their host, and sat against the couch. The upholstery was unyielding. His water glass remained untouched, and there was no wondering why the etched glass seemed too frosty. He'd never encountered Spencer Jacobs prior. Her profile hazed from locale to locale. She was ultimately now a ghost of the Unknown Regions. Joint Queen in virtual name with her conquering counterpart. He and Ashin Varanin had spoken. In brevity, true. Despite the Admiral's boasts of unification, seeded progress, dragging the dark worlds from virtual iron ages, empire's soured the lad's gullet.

He looked from Rosa, to Jacobs, at a loss. Both were of the Empathic brand. Force Sensitives that suffered with impressions so intense, it could alter their basic states. His mind was a blunt; options as Mind Tricks, Healing, never came to him. And so it went, the Last Queen of Eshan was notorious for accumulating her own brand of Force power. Hooded eyes wormed rife with blood skeins, sickly as rotted fruit skin, looked him over. The lad stayed any speech. Just nodded cordially, to sit back arms akimbo.

@[member="Rosa Mazhar"] @[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
 
Spencer listened, neither seemed to be the type to just show up and this continued to make Spencer weary. The only times she had ever run into Rosa was when something was troubling the woman, people seemed to be drawn towards the young woman when they were troubled. This time shouldn’t be any different going off of past encounters. The young man next to Rosa seemed well enough – Spencer quickly assessed his posture and figured he came to cover Rosa – the way he felt reminded her of Ashin.

This made things difficult, it was too much of a coincidence that Rosa would show up so soon after her return to Annaj from the storm ridded planet Ashin found her on. Spencer bit her lip; she was tired of these horrible pleasantries that Rosa was using to cover up her true intention.

It was a fact: Spencer and Rosa never talked about the weather; they were too much into their business to do so.

“Rosa. I expected more out of you really.”

She let the words fall to silence before she finished. The best thing she could do is remain as calm as possible – best not to alert anyone in the room. Taking a deep breath she shrugged.

“How about we stop playing this boring game of let’s find out how the other is and really get to why you’ve come here. Rosa you only show up when things are bothering you – or you need help. It’s how the Force works with us. So please, let’s get to business.”

@[member="Seroth Ur-Rahn"] @[member="Rosa Mazhar"]
 

Rosa Gunn

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Rosa stiffened at the response, the tiny spike in the tension that was quickly covered by a calm facade. She looked down at the glass in her hand a sigh escaping her lips as she set it down. "But that is precisely why I have come here Spencer, to see how you are." Brown eyes lifted to meet hazel. Only her eyes were not as pure as they once were, the yellow tint was clear and Spencer knew it as much as her two guests.

"I had hoped that my dream was little more than a dream. That this visit would put my worries at ease, but I was wrong." she removed her own veil of calm, letting her fellow empath feel the worry that she had, and perhaps beneath it all a hint of fear. "You are out of balance." she said her voice low "Bogan calls for you." She let the words hang in the air before reaching for he friends hand.

"What happened Spencer?"
@[member="Spencer Jacobs"] @[member="Seroth Ur-Rahn"]
 
Spencer chuckled softly, it was the only response that had made sense to her at the time being. Rosa was biting off a bit more than she could chew, she didn’t understand the situation nor did she fully understand what she was talking about. Spencer leaned back into her seat and relaxed a bit, she was pleased to know that she was right about the woman’s intentions.

“Bogan calls everyone Rosa, I’m sure on occasion you’ve heard it as well.”

A hand covered her face for a moment and Spencer paused trying to figure the words, Spencer kept her distance away from Rosa. She didn't want to be touched and remained that way. There was no reason for her to feel sorry for her and Spencer wasn’t in the mood to be treated like a child.

“I understand my imbalance, but right now its necessary. You must become something to fully understand it. My understanding changed and that is what happened. Once I’ve learned - I will be able to call myself balanced.”

@[member="Rosa Mazhar"] @[member="Seroth Ur-Rahn"]
 

Rosa Gunn

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Rosa pursed her lips, Spencer's response did not sit well with her.

"Yes," she said softly "It does call me, and every time it does, I remember the boy. I remember the war on Tython." She was referring to the boy that she had seen in the memories of the force saber Spencer had given her to look at.

"By your reckoning and justification you should have let darkness consume me when you found me on the Void Station."

@[member="Seroth Ur-Rahn"] @[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
 

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