Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

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Where the Devils Sleep

The sound of the X-wing's retreating engines slowly faded from the air. Orcus lowered his blaster pistol and watched them go until he and [member="Silara Kuhn"] stood alone on the barren, blood-spattered soil of Geonosis. Beyond the ridge came the distant sound of battle. The commlink affixed to Orcus' ear buzzed with news of the rebels' retreat.

Victory was at hand.

The Herglic stood there for several moments, staring into an empty sky. His breath came heavy, but he still seemed heedless of all, including the rivulets of blood still pouring from his multitude of gunshot wounds. At last, he turned around. The red mist at the edges of his vision faded and he seemed to hunch downward, as if supporting a massive weight upon his broad shoulders. Pitch-black eyes stared at Silara Kuhn.

"You," he boomed, though no malice tinged his words, only the faint threads of exhaustion. He deactivated his great saber and the blade shrank into non-existence. "You are the widow of Alric Kuhn?"
 
If the fleeing rebel fighter was, at all, a concern of the Sith Lord's, she certainly did not show it. While elsewhere the fighting either continued or fell to a standstill as various theaters of war fell to the Techno Union or none at all, it appeared the Herglic was more interested in talking with a woman that had made it a hobby of speaking little as of late. This war, in reality, did not matter quite at all to the woman - not in the least - but she knew there was some slight importance in siding with the former Abrion Systems group rather than watch the Rebellion beat them back as they had in the first battle over Geonosis between the two small factions - small when compared to the Sith, of course. Having a conversation with a whale man wasn't, however, on her list of priorities, and it was only fair that the somewhat aging woman would roll her eyes at the Sith's rather obvious question. "Who else would I be?" She replied, her voice hardly as ragged as one would expect - though that was perhaps due in part to the efficiency of her decisions rather than stamina alone - and absolutely dripping with a tone of annoyance. Perhaps that side of her came naturally, she'd become bitter with the Sith and the galaxy at large over the years, and the destruction of her children's lives because of the politics of the insufferably disgusting and inferior Yuuzhan Vong had only served to drive a wedge between her formal unwavering loyalty with the One Sith and herself now.

"Is there something you would want from me? From him?" Silara asked, cocking her head in the Herglic's direction questioningly.

[member="Hion the Herglic"]
 
Orcus' eyes narrowed. Once, he had had the respect of all One Sith. He had been a tool of the Dark Lord, a weapon torn from the grave and wielded with ruthlessness. Now, the Dark Lord was dead or fading and the One Sith was being overrun by the Vong they had so foolishly taken in. Always, Orcus had counseled agains their growing reliance on the Yuuzhan Vong for ships, weapons and soldiers, but always he was rebuffed. He had left as soon as his predictions came to pass, taking an Immortal-class along with him. Some might even call it stealing, but any pointed fingers could not be backed with evidence. The Immortal had simply vanished from One Sith space. As had Orcus.

Any who knew him by reputation would know of his hatred for the Vong and his abandoning of the One Sith.
The Techno Union offered the future he truly sought. A promise of galactic stability, with peace kept by corporate fists.

But some threatened that peace.

"From him?" He blew air from the nostrils atop his head in a short snort, "He is dead, is he not?"

[member="Silara Kuhn"]
 
A smug grin formed at the ends of her lips.

"Dead? Am I?"

Perhaps she was being overly dramatic, but theatrics had become a habit of hers, a way to amuse herself when the short and sweet were always far too boring. In truth she wouldn't give much more information than what she'd just said, especially not the whereabouts of her husband - the only being in the galaxy receiving as much love as the spawn of her loins. "Was it so obvious that it was me?" She asked, curious as to how clear it was when a Sith lord refused to showcase their strengths as openly as possible - although she considered her destruction of the majority of the Rebel troops with the aid of her waves of darkness prior to her meeting up with Hion in their short hunt of the rebel soldier that had just fled to have been a modest showing of at least some measure of her strength, although in truth the spell was far more a waste than it was a gain when used at the scale it had been at.

[member="Hion the Herglic"]
 

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