Public Yacht Club [Sith Order and Friends]

[Darth Moskvin]

Call M3 Lttle Sun5h1ne
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Gear: Staff of the Damned / Talisman of the Witch / Magical Gems / Bow of Immolation / Hilt
Familiar: Archimedes
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With golden eyes ready to murder, I spun around to face my opponent, seeing nothing before me. Then the tug again. I looked down seeing a child familiar to me as she said, "Clíodhna, hi."

Sit back, dear reader.... here comes a wee bit of history. There was a time I was a hero, killing the villain before I came villain myself. I protected a village of my choosing on Dathomir. earning the moniker of Death Butterfly (don't laugh) and befriended a girl and her family. Archie loved her head scrubs. But I took a quest from my Clan....and when I came back: my protected village was laid to waste, by unknown assailants: and my little girl friend was lost. I cried.... I wept, and through tears of blood I vowed vengeance. Then, I fell into the darkness and became a Sith....then a Sith Lady....witch...alchemist...necromancer.... all of those adjectives combined is me. And I forgot.... till now.

Squatting down, I stared into the smile of the last person to ever call me by my shuttered persona. Taking her tiny right hand into my own hand that has murdered so many, I stuttered probably for the first time in my life, "Cairan......what are you doing here?" In tones of musical sadness, she told me how her parents, both brothers and one sister were killed: and she was now enslaved by that fat pig guarded by muscular posts who was holding up the wall westerly. I drew her closer to ask what his crimes he committed against her. When she whispered the response, my eyes and Archie's looked over at the sow. I ordered Archie to guard her, and he did so in a dance of agreement. What I was about to do here, probably would end in my existence, or worse exile.

With folded hands behind my back, I skipped toward the pig whilst humming a Dathomirian tune of death. His two guard posts reached out and quickly found the meaning of a headache as they were both slammed faces first into the floor: skull fragments shattering brain matter. Now....feeling like the first born abomination: I snatched the pig by this throat; digging bacterial nails into his throat: drawing his ears to me. "You killed her family...enslaved her...and delegated her to cleaning your shit-stained drawers! I'm going to kill you!" To my astonishment, he spoke of politics and who he was: which planetary government he was bringing to the Sith Order: and if I killed him right now, by his boasted claims I too would die right here. I looked over my shoulder, seeing Carian and Archie dancing jiggly to the music. If I killed this man, I would become a Mother to a tiny pocket person: I looked at the fat pig saying, "You seem important with such a direct command, but," I said drawing his neck closer to my protruding fangs. I could see he was confident I would die if I killed him and my unstable mind sat into his face, "Nobody threatens my daughter's life" And that's when my dripping fangs pierced his neck veins. I didn't drink him, but as blood flowed across my jaws: I turned his dying eyes to my daughter: whispering Mother Bear facts to him before I tore his head from shoulders. Yes, I'm a murder. Yes, I'm a serial killer wanted on some planets. Yes, I talk to my bird. And now....yes, I'm a Mother.

 

[Darth Moskvin]

double post.... move along.... this is not the pot you're looking for

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Malum was feeling very conflicted at the moment, on one hand, he really wanted a drink, the only way to deal with the quickly increasing amount of people that seemed to be surrounding him. On the other hand, he was rather confident if he had been drinking when Lady Venge said her words, that Malum would have snorted into the wine, and that... that would be both painful, and one way to ruin a fine vintage. He needed to get out of here, that much was quickly becoming evident, who approached someone at a bar anyway? Apparently about the six people who were currently around him, most of them probably far stronger than him as well, indeed, as he looked about, rather odd for Lords and Knights to be associating with simple Apprentices and Acolytes, even if they were perhaps stronger than the average apprentice and acolyte.

His mood only darkened further as he heard the voice of Rhiannon, they had tried to kill another at the table then? He idly wondered who that would have been, likely either Alina or Alisteri if he was a betting man, he doubted that Omon or Venge was normally within the blast zone of either Arcturus or Rhiannon. Still, if Rhiannon and Arcturus had survived encounters with Alina or Alisteri it spoke strongly of them, their knighthoods were not born of nothing after all. Ones to watch for then, though that much was already evident, Malum had met blades with Rhiannon personally after all, while with Arcturus, the son of a Triumvir was always one to watch for.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention, as he realised the eyes of the Dead God were upon them, though evidently, his eyes were focused on the offender above all else. That was bad, it only got worse as Arcturus opened his mouth, and Malum found his nails digging into the bar table. To draw the attention of the father and the son was concerning enough, but for him to it was more deeply concerning. He felt that he owed the Lady Venge, after all, bonds made in looting planetary museums were bonds well made, and indeed she had been far more generous with him than he had expected, far kinder, and had allowed him to become immensely wealthy and the proud owner of various artifacts, relics, and arts, both functional and aesthetic. The fire ring on his finger was clear proof of that.

He held an obligation towards her even if he liked it or not, and indeed right now, he very much was not liking it. Her words while some that many would sympathise with were words just not said, especially among a gathering of those that were almost evenly split in their loyalty between those so-called 'fools'.

He side-eyed Arcturus as he wondered if he would make a move to actually attack the one who said the offending words, gritting his teeth at every sentence, as it seemed more and more likely. A call to proclaim this celebration as necessary, a threat to state the Triumvir's were above Lady Venge, and finally a threat to remove her eyes.

Silence pervaded, and he realised very quickly that it was his moment. With everyone's attention away from him, he breathed in and out, willing the Force to bend to him, as quickly, the glass of half-emptied wine struck his back, spilling onto his expensive suit, and indeed, ruining it. Yet, for Malum, a ruined seat was better than a ruined ally.

He turned to coldly consider the bartender, his eyes blazing in faux rage.

"You fucking fool, don't you know how to do your one fucking job?"

The man's eyes were wide both in shock and confusion and of course, they would be, he had done nothing at all.

Malum silently apologised, and then mentally thanked Omon for the idea. Malum shot out his hands, as the barkeep began levitating, his shocked expression morphing to abject fear, as his hands moved up to claw at his neck, very evidently some trouble with his breathing was taking place.

It was unfortunate that Malum had to take this course, and he promised that once this was over, a very large and anonymous tip was going to arrive for the man.

As the blueness began hueing his cheeks, Malum allowed him to drop, as he wiped off what little of the wine stain he could. Everyone's eyes were on him.

His heart stilled for a moment, as his breathing began being troubled. The things he did for his allies, the performance was not yet concluded.

"Darth Xyrah, I do believe your servants might need to be retrained, we would not want there to be any further accidents, would we?" Malum said, shouting across the room to the newly made governor of Eliad. That was a bad first impression for the man he had wanted to court when in consideration for his family's safety on Eliad, but that was something he could handle another day.

Malum then turned, this little performance had been for him as well, a little moment to let out the stress and claustrophobia he had been feeling, and indeed an opportunity to escape the feeling of being trapped. His shirt was ruined, and there was likely no time to get a new one at such short notice, thus, call it the effects of the limited alcohol he had drunk, or at this point has already been the centre of attention this tonight, just refusing to give a fuck. He made his way towards the hot tub that housed Adeline, and took off his shirt, allowing his toned if lean body to be revealed.

"You don't mind if I join you, do you?" Malum said, cracking a soft smile, as he prepared to take the plunge, it would ruin the rest of his outfit, but at this point, there was no point trying for half-measures, was there?

Darth Strosius Alina Tremiru Omon Kaa / Darth Diem Arcturus Dinn Ishani Dinn Lady Venge Darth Carnifex Darth Empyrean Darth Xyrah Adeline Noctua

 

[Lady Venge]

Venge grinned deviously at the reaction to her words, but out of the corner of her eye, she notices Darth Empyrean moving to get a better view of her, and her smile faded. Oh sh**, he wasn't happy. Venge would never openly admit it to herself, but one of her greatest flaws was oftentimes a lack of any measure of subtlety or tact. She was silently considering her options when a commotion broke out near Malum. Upon realizing what the young man had done to defuse the situation, Venge slowly vanished into the crowd and made her way over to the hot tub, pausing just long enough to whisper her thanks in Malum's ear.

"I owe you my life on account of my careless tongue, young Malum," she said. "I don't wish to interrupt you and the umm...young lady here any longer than necessary, but do tell me, what can I do to repay you?"

Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Alina Tremiru]

"I mean, she said what basically everyone was thinking. Kinda. Sith are supposed to strive for the top. I do like this party, though." Alina took a long sip of her drink, just watching as the casual usurper meandered through the crowd. "Not sure if talking shit in the middle of everyone is the smartest play. Should we take bets on how long it takes before she gets killed or should the bet be on how she gets killed. My bets on a subtle blade."

 

[Ishani Dinn]

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Rhi watched carefully as the tension in the room steadily increased, spurred on by Arcturus' words and Darth Moskvin's brutality. Before things could reach a breaking point, however, Malum created a clever distraction, albeit at the expense of the unfortunate bartender. He then left the bar for the hot tub, taking Lady Venge and the taut atmosphere with him.

Rhi sighed in relief, both at the problem being resolved peacefully and at Malum’s convenient exit. She raised her drink to her lips, taking a long sip.

"I mean, she said what basically everyone was thinking. Kinda. Sith are supposed to strive for the top. I do like this party, though."

“Yeah, not the best way to go about announcing your plans for a coup,” Rhi agreed. “I expected Empyrean to kill her on the spot, but he didn’t. So maybe she’s got something going for her.” The protection of the more elusive member of the Triumvirate, Darth Ophidia, most likely. She wasn’t sure why Malum had gone out of his way to diffuse the situation, though. Maybe they were on the same side? Or maybe he did it as a way of currying favor.

Rather than placing bets on how Venge would die, Rhi brushed her hand against Arc’s. “You okay?” she asked.

 

[Omon Kaa / Darth Diem]

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Being completely ignored by the Sangnir, made him instinctively tongue click while pulling air through his fangs, still looking in to the woman's yellow eyes. Tossing the empty glass to the bartender, who barely caught it, he ordered "Another." and only then did his gaze broke to the side.

Two new people, at least to him, joined the bar. Few years older then the young Sith, a very short female and her male counterpart, from the way they were connected to eachother they were definitely very close. Omon noted.

“Now we’re considered allies. Funny how the Sith Empire has a way of bringing people together…”

Once they both spoke, something clicked inside his head, and snapping his finger he grinned and pointed to their general direction.
"I know you two!" he smiled "You were blooding your Kyber, while I was bloodying my hands.." his grin turned in to childish chuckle, which was quite common for him "..apologize, I am Omon of House Kaa." he placed his right hand on his chest, and made a slight bow with his head, honoring the proper decorum.
"Those caverns on Qi-Ko are quite the sound emitters. I didn't hear much because I was moving, but I definitely heard your voices, and could clearly hear few sentences." his eyes now moved fast over each one of them, just sizing them up, and making note of their general tastes, fashion statements, and force signatures.
"It is quite a thing, pouring your emotions in to the living Kyber. As I'm sure you'll agree.." his head slightly tilted while speaking to the little female "..I believe that is why our connections to the Kybers are much stronger then that of a Jedi's lightsaber. My master taught me to see it as the extension and part of my body and soul. For we did gave the crystal the small parts of it." he did best he could, to try and acknowledge her excitement about the whole thing. Since she did it not so long ago, she was surely still feeling some captivation with it. He certainly did when he made his crystal glow crimson.

He was about to say something to the male of the couple, when..

"So this disgusting, wasteful display of decadence and debauchery is the current state of the Sith Order?" she said aloud, as she made her way over to them. "Personally, I'm beginning to wonder if we should do the whole galaxy a favor, overthrow the fools leading us, raze the Order to the ground and rebuild with the blood and ashes of the fallen."

On the words of a unknown female Sith, Omon just started to laugh semi-loudly. It was a fully spontaneous action, one he could not control.
Whether it was stupidity or bravery, mattered not. Girl had more balls then majority of Sith he knew. And that, he had to respect.
Few around him started to talk about her statement, having this view or that view about it. Especially once she caught the attention of Empyrean.
But Omon just took his newly arrived whiskey, and watched the show.

He would continue just watching it without any participation.. but he felt Malum's worry about the female, no matter how small. Or perhaps not small at all? As he watched him ruined his suit to save her. And Malum being his.. well, definitely something similar to what people might call a 'Friend'.. he joined in at the attention misdirection, and start berating the poor bartender once Malum was done choking him.
"You suck! You ruined my friends suit, you fookin tool!" watching the man's face, that was on brink of crying, Omon made sure to remember and leave him a substantial amount of credits for this. If the poor guy survives the night.

The female provocateur, did thank Malum, and started to slip away.. But he just had to make sure she knows, so while passing beside him, he did add through a whisper "Ballsy..", before losing her from his sight.

Losing Malum as well it seemed, as he went outside to the hut tubs and pools.

Taking another long sip of his double whiskey, he put the glass on the bar and gestured to the 'Tool' to refill it.

“Yeah, not the best way to go about announcing your plans for a coup,” Rhi agreed. “I expected Empyrean to kill her on the spot, but he didn’t. So maybe she’s got something going for her.”

On the words of the small girl, Omon's head went from side to side, as though weighing her thoughts and thinking about it.
"To be honest, it would be a crying shame to kill someone that blunt. Maybe that was the Lord's reasoning for sparing her. Killing her would be too simple and boring." he shrugged while taking sip from newly filled glass "Many do share her views, until recently, me included. Only the past few months of our expansion, made me think that there is hope on the horizon." realizing this sounded something Jedi would say, he grimace on his own words.. "That sounded lame.. not hope, but power on the horizon. Yes? Think that's better."

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Arcturus Dinn Darth Empyrean Darth Strosius Darth Malum of House Marr Alina Tremiru Darth Xyrah Lady Venge Darth Moskvin Gerwald Lechner Darth Carnifex

 

[Darth Xyrah]

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"Do excuse me, my lord. I need to attend to that.", Saryn said to Empyrean before quickly rushing over to comfort the bartender who was suffering unnecessary abuse. "Shh, shh. Go rest in the staff room. I saw what he did. You are blameless, my dear.", he said, quickly ushering him into the arms of a colleague who escorted him away. He shot Malum a very annoyed look, having noticed his little deception to draw attention away from his loudmouth friend, before sighing and rubbing his forehead.

He quickly helped himself to another glass of wine behind the bar counter. His attention then turned to Arcturus and Rhiannon. "Apologies for that. It seems Mister Malum wished to cause unneeded fuss.", he said with an annoyed sigh. "Now I have an upset servant to console later. But, enough of that. I do hope they havn't spoiled the party for you, my dears. Some people can't help but stir things up on such otherwise joyous occasions like these."

Arcturus Dinn
Ishani Dinn
Alina Tremiru
Darth Empyrean
Darth Carnifex
Darth Malum of House Marr
Adeline Noctua

 

[Lady Venge]

The devious grin returned to Venge's face as Oman Kaa/Darth Diem passed by her and offered his appraisal of her outburst. "Ballsy" he whispered. Ballsy indeed, but as previously stated, one of Venge's worst character flaws was her lack of subtlety or tact more often than not. As she inquired of Malum as to how she might repay his valiant act which most certainly spared her from the wrath of the other Sith, she hears the voice of her long dead Master in her mind.

<Perhaps I severely underestimated you, and judged you far too hastily Venge. You certainly got everyone's attention. I take back my previous words regarding you.>

<Oh, I assure you, My Lord. I'm just getting started!>

<Do mind your tongue, Lady Venge. The lords who rule this present Sith Order certainly won't be as lenient as I was in the Hssiss Order during my lifetime, and you may not again have the advantage of a young ally such as the one you had at your disposal just now.>

<Oh, but where's the fun in toeing the line all the time?...>

<True perhaps, but be mindful you don't burn all your bridges, Venge.>

<Duly noted My Lord.>

Snippets of conversation reach Venge's ear. The others were actually taking bets on how or when she would be killed? Alina Tremiru figured it would be a subtle blade, did she? Venge found herself amused by that. Let them waste their credits! Venge was resourceful, and as long as she were careful from here on out, no one would be collecting on that bet anytime soon.

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[Darth Empyrean]

Tag: Darth Xyrah​

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"On the contrary, Darth Xyrah...", Empyrean said as his alchemic gaze kept a close watch on Lady Venge , even as she moved into the crowd to disappear. He would deal with this later, of that there would be no doubt.​

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"It would seem he has saved you from bloodshed."​

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Xyrah by this point had long moved on, hoping to play mother to his servants and speak to Arcturus. Empyrean settled him back into the throne, allowing its properties to pull away the pain from his mind for a few moments. Many had assumed the throne was there for simple flair, to show he was above them. While that was true, it was not the reason he had brought it.​

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In truth, his nerves still lived, feeling the slow decay of his form. Every moment he lived was agony, and it took all his concentration to sequester that pain away to be used when it was needed. For them, he would appear unbothered by his dead transformation, but to him it was suffering absolute. The throne was simply a way to lessen his burden, keep him satiated and calm in a place that needed not his immense strength.​

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With a tap of his finger, he sent a small pulse through the Force - but like a dog whistle, only a certain person could hear it. His would be weapon, Gerwald Lechner . He glanced to where he stood in the shadows and waited for him to approach the throne.​

 

[Lirka Ka]

Parties, it was far from something Lirka considered her forte these days. Maybe when she was younger, brasher, and not drowned under the work of her own dark machinations. But, that didn't stop her from making an appearance regardless. After all, she did have some measure of clout among the Kainate ranks now, and in her mind shadowing the grand appearances of Darth Carnifex was part of the job description. And of course these sort of appearances were always important to make sure everyone remembered that she did in fact, still exist, or to have fun teaching the new-bloods of her existence.

But things were never so simple with the Once-Sephi. Lirka always needed someone new to try and weasel her way into. There was work to be done, even here: she has been on a political spree and it wasn't going to stop just for a party. And it seemed she wasn't alone in that, the outburst of the Sith and the following distractions quickly drew her eyes and awoke the monstrous woman from simply glazing her eyes around the crowd. She tried her best to weasel through the crowds towards the bar, a painfully out of place, and awkwardly massive sight to behold: while others wore suits, dresses, and other displays of opulence. Lirka, like always, wore a powersuit.

Her eyes had fallen upon a new Sith, one she did not recall from the Empire of old (though in truth she remembered few of them to begin with): one who had, unfortunately, reminded Lirka far too much of her younger self. It would be entertaining if nothing else.

Finally pushing her way to the bar, she moved to the seat nearest Omon Kaa / Darth Diem bluntly making her way into the conversation. Thankfully, the distortion from her helmet was turned down for once.

"And here I thought that whole spectacle was a poor Jester act."

Finally finding a seat she felt comfortable enough to support the suit's bulk. She turned her head towards the Sithling, biting in again for the end of his sentence.

"You see the dawn of a new age, just like our Sith'ari said. It is a beautiful thing to behold."

The first card was played, goading the fresh meat for his opinion on Carnifex.

 

[Arcturus Dinn]

Even throughout the 'blunder' Arcturus' gaze remained fixed on Lady Venge as she wound her way through the crowd amidst the distraction. He couldn't keep the glower from his expression, and only when Rhiannon's hand brushed against his did he focus back in on the conversation at hand. Malum was gone, and in his place another stood. One he wasn't familiar with.​

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"I'm fine" Arcturus replied quietly to Rhi, doing his best to keep the edge from his tone, "I just didn't want Father to have to... well..." He shook his head, and glanced down at his betrothed. "I'll be fine."​

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Catching up on the conversation, he turned to Omon Kaa / Darth Diem and inclined his head lightly. "Arcturus Dinn" he said by way of introductions, "and this is my fiancée Rhiannon." Consider it a repayment for the time Rhi'd had to introduce him back in the tattoo parlour. ​

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Allowing the two of them to talk about crystals and the like, Arcturus dismissed himself with a gentle kiss upon Rhi's cheek and then turned toward Darth Xyrah and his poor waiter. It seemed as though Saryn had the same idea, because he was approaching them too now that his staff member was urged to take time. "My apologies, Lord Xyrah, is the man okay?"​

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Arcturus bowed his head respectfully to their host, and offered the man a sincere smile. "You sure know how to get things done efficiently, and with class," he hummed, thinking back to the meeting of the Nobles as well as this venture itself. "It's good to know there are those among us who value longevity and stability. Winning over the masses is important in keeping them satiated. The last thing we need is any more infighting."​

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Rebellions were a messy thing. Give them bread, and give them circuses, and they wouldn't have cause for uproar.​

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"I wonder, My Lord, if I might steal a moment of your time?"​

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Ishani Dinn Darth Empyrean Alina Tremiru Darth Strosius Darth Carnifex Darth Malum of House Marr Adeline Noctua ​

 

[Ishani Dinn]

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Arcturus reassured her he was fine. Rhi’s touch on his hand lingered, words left unsaid.

"I know you two! You were blooding your Kyber, while I was bloodying my hands..."

Rhi jolted at the sudden voice, turning to face a Sith Pureblood at the bar. Arc was quick to introduce them both, but then his attention was diverted to their apologetic host, Darth Xyrah. Rhi knew that he had plans to do business with the effeminate monarch, so she let him go while she conversed with Mr. Omon of House Kaas.

"Those caverns on Qi-Ko are quite the sound emitters. I didn't hear much because I was moving, but I definitely heard your voices, and could clearly hear a few sentences."

“Really?” she said, raising an eyebrow. Omon was clearly looking her over, though she couldn’t quite tell what he was looking for. Was he searching for a weakness or vulnerability he could exploit? Was he sizing her up to see if she might be a useful ally? “I don’t know about our connections being stronger than those of the Jedi as a rule, but it was certainly an interesting experience.”

Omon had his own opinions of Lady Venge’s display. Rhi had already said her piece on the matter, so she didn’t comment further. But another guest soon arrived to throw in their two creds: Lirka Ka , whom Rhi vaguely remembered from the days of the Sith Eternal. She seemed to be trying to glean their views on the Triumvirate, not just Venge’s outburst.

“I’m not a fan of the Triumvirate,” Rhi said with a smirk. “I won’t deny that they are great and distinguished Lords of the Sith, and the progress we’ve made thus far is impressive. But I’ve been watching each of them try and fail to recapture their past glories since I was an acolyte in the Korriban Academy. We don't need unity, we need fresh blood. Not old people in younger bodies. Or rotting ones…”

She glanced toward Empyrean, who had returned to his throne. Were it not for his decayed appearance, he’d look a little like a middle-aged father sitting in a favorite armchair to watch huttball. Elsewhere, Carnifex had sacrificed some captured Jedi in front of his horrified subjects, proving that age had not dulled his need to be incredibly extra. And Ophidia—had she even showed up?

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

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The Sith did not seem to know how to enjoy a party. From what Gerwald could tell most were having an ego measuring contest and vying for importance that did not belong to anyone. Hubris would always be the downfall of every Sith. Even those who seemed to have it under control eventually found themselves giving in to the irresistible pull of its seductive ways. The Zambranos had fallen. Darth Metus had retreated into unknown regions. Even Empyrean would one day fall victim to it.

Gerwald was Sith only by association. Had it not been for the influence of Srina Talon and Naedira Darcrath , he would not be among their numbers. While he agreed with much of their philosophy, their methods seemed to go against much of what their ways promised. The infighting would always hinder their numbers. It was something Empyrean could at least admit, one reason Gerwald chose to follow him.

It was also a convenient path to his own goals. Gerwald was using him as much as the wolf was using the Dread God.

He heard the tap, or felt it. Icy blue eyes settled on the throne. It was a summons, but the wolf insisted on finishing his whisky first. It did not take much as the glass was not full. The empty tumbler was left on the balcony rail alongside the fruity cocktail which had remained untouched. It was his offering to the woman which belonged at his side. It would always be there until the day she was able to claim it.

“You whistled,” Gerwald stated as he approached the throne. “Interesting party.”​

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Empyrean had long settled in his chair, members of the Sepulchral speaking to him in hushed tones to check on his person. He waved them away, not allowing them to make him look the type that needed care. The incessant pesturing was no doubt for some nefarious, unknown purpose despite their words - something Empyrean was keenly aware of.​

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As Gerwald approached, he sent the last of the Sepulchral away. He looked over to Gerwald and spoke in a low tone, his gaze on the party - though the wolf likely knew this was not solely where his attention lay. The artifacts that were his eyes gave off a pressue he would have slowly deciphered, knowing some of the power they held.​

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"What do you make of this, Gerwald?", he said with a calmness that betrayed the violence he had only just intended to commit.​

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Gerwald Lechner​

 

[Omon Kaa / Darth Diem]

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Third double whiskey did made him a bit tipsy, he realized, once the newly arrived guest joined them. He had hard time following every detail of her huge armor and helmet. He didn't like the fact he wasn't 100% in control of his faculties, so unknown to anyone he tapped a small keypad on his wrist, making his 8 bodyguards change their formation in to a closer circle around him. Still seemingly as thou just random guests of the party.

He learned the names of the two whose voices he knew, and it turned out they are lovers, as the connection he felt between them was indeed obvious.
Male, Arcturus, left to mingle, while female, Rhiannon, stayed with Omon and newly arrived armored girl to talk about politics. It seemed.

"You see the dawn of a new age, just like our Sith'ari said. It is a beautiful thing to behold."

Omon "hmm'd" on this, realizing he's to drunk to give a properly vetted response, he waited for someone else to say something while pretending to ponder the words of the guest.
Guest that sat right next to him, he also just then realized.

Good whiskey.

“I’m not a fan of the Triumvirate,” Rhi said with a smirk. “I won’t deny that they are great and distinguished Lords of the Sith, and the progress we’ve made thus far is impressive. But I’ve been watching each of them try and fail to recapture their past glories since I was an acolyte in the Korriban Academy. We don't need unity, we need fresh blood. Not old people in younger bodies. Or rotting ones…”

Once the young lady finished, Omon again started to laugh same way he did when Venge said her own Top Tier Callout.
Seems our women are definitely braver then men. He thought while lifting himself upright in the chair. His look was slowly moving between Rhiannon and the one whose name he did not yet know.

"That is a spectacular helmet. I am Omon, or Darth Diem, as my father named me. But I wont use that name yet." he answered once the laugh died down. His antisocial awkwardness hitting him though the tipsiness..
"In all honesty, I find myself just not caring. We are so small at the moment that its pointless to dwell on it, in my opinion." he looked behind toward the bar to ask for more alcohol, but seems someone spirited the bartender away.. Damn it.
"But I will definitely agree with Lady Rhiannon, about new blood. We, the new blood, will either do greater things then our elders and predecessors, or we should all collapse in to nothingness." he shrugged "..or at least I think this while bit tipsy. I'm not sure what will be my opinion tomorrow.
I got my planet, I got my ship, I got my men. I will do whatever I must, or I will collapse in to nothingness, no?"

He didn't like this, why is he telling them his thoughts.. who are these people?
Damn parties.

He shook his head, and inhale a bit of Force in to his body, giving himself bit of a kick. Tipsiness disappeared, which was good and bad thing, he drinks so rarely he actually enjoyed it.
His eyes glowed lighter shade of yellow in an instance, and his posture returned to normal. For the first time tonight he observed the people on the party with intent, passing across each face with millisecond of undying attention. Noticing the old, half dead Lord of the Sith, Empyrean. Then again the "Emperor" Carnifex.
One is missing.. he noted, not seeing the third of the Triumvirate.

Suddenly he got a very unease feeling about this whole thing. It wasn't that Force was shifting or anything like that, just the overall spectacle of this event, made him nervous. Anything and everything can happen here. So many possibilities, he wished for a moment he did not cut off the alcohol in his bloodstream.

"And you.." he looked at the armored woman sitting beside him "..what are your thoughts on Sith state of affairs?" question was posed with his most pleasant of voice tones.

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Arcturus Dinn Darth Empyrean Darth Strosius Darth Malum of House Marr Alina Tremiru Darth Xyrah Lady Venge Darth Moskvin Gerwald Lechner Darth Carnifex Lirka Ka

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

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WEARING: xxx
TAG: Darth Empyrean

“I think they do not understand what you intend to build. Little children intent on seeking their own best interest without understanding what true power really is. In short… it’s a pissing contest, not a celebration.”

Whether it was the answer Empyrean was looking for or not, it was the one Gerwald gave. He had long outgrown using his words to placate what his leaders wanted to hear. The wolf served himself as much as the rest, but he at least understood what it meant to serve more than his own wants and desires to see something larger built. Gerwald had witnessed the rise of the Confederacy, he played his part in it.

He would play his part again as leverage for what he wanted. It was a game the young Sith in the room did not seem to understand.

“You cannot build an empire with petty children. You can only reign them in.”

The wolf faced his emperor with a questioning look.

“I know you did not summon me to ask my opinion. Who am I killing for you?”​

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio
Location | Yacht
Tag | Darth Malum of House Marr Lady Venge

Seems some action had been going on, causing her head to perk up from time to time as she listened in on the gossip like a schoolgirl, for nothing could escape her keen ears..

It would seem that a guest had called out everyone, more so the big three. Did she care that she was keeping herself in this current luxury instead of going for more battles or whatever? No.. No she didn't care at all! It wasn't often she had the time to just relax, or enjoy anything heat related like this. Why scramble to move pieces on the board when you can simply idle and think of the best move? Or, just wait for your opponent to make a mistake thanks to their clumsy haste. She had all the time in the world- No, the galaxy. Who was to say a lady such as herself couldn't enjoy things from time to time... She could keep a slight hope that someone would just throw the problem into the fire like they did with the Jedi.

Then, just as her ruby eyes had closed again, Malum had come over. The young looking man had always caught the attention of Adeline, he always seemed to act odd around her, tripping over himself. This wasn't the case for others, at least not the kind of odd she got to observe each time he even got near her, what was that about waiting for someone to make a hasty play?​

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"You don't mind if I join you, do you?"

"Not my tub, so I cannot say. Just try not to spill out the water..."

As he took his ruined shirt off, her eyes lazily inspected his form... Ehh lean, but lean muscle could be tasty sometimes.

"I have been meaning to ask you something, actually."

She smiles softly at him, her tail brushing up against his thigh.. Oh this will be fun.

"I couldn't help but notice you tend to act different around me, why is this?"

Oh she knew, but this was fun. The words of Empyrean still lingered in her head, for Adeline was a very patient spider indeed. As she teased him, the trouble maker would come over to speak with Malum.​

"I don't wish to interrupt you and the umm...young lady here any longer than necessary, but do tell me, what can I do to repay you?"

"I am Adeline, Adeline Noctua."

She says in a soft tone, yet in a way that had a "Remember it." vibe.

 

[Lady Venge]

"A pleasure to meet you, Adeline. You may call me Venge."

Venge couldn't help but notice how Adeline was toying with Malum. Ah! youth, she thought to herself.

"He's a nice young boy, don't hurt him too much," Venge whispered to Adeline with a wink, before turning her head to glance back towards the crowd to see if she could determine whose eyes were still trying to bore holes into her from across the room.

Adeline Noctua
Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

He stilled for a moment, as the voice of Lady Venge filled his ears from behind, good, she was safe then, at least safe enough to have moved away from the bar without being struck down. That was good, very good. Malum was still not sure if she was the ally that Malum wanted, the recent outburst placed a worrying sign on her, but still, she was still a route to teach him alchemy, and moreover, they were readily able to cooperate as evidenced by the Eliad Museum venture, and indeed, she did seem thankful for his aid, and thus did not simply expect out of hand and for nothing.

Indeed, he seemingly now had a favour he could cash in from a Sith Master, very useful.

"Might we perhaps discuss that at a later date?” Malum said, whispering back, a slight nod to in front of him referring to Adeline as the reason for such a desire.

He had the grace to blush as she too referenced Adeline, and he flushed a deeper red as she warned Adeline not to harm him. He always thought stereotypically it was the father’s duty to defend the honour of the daughter, but it seemed the roles had been reversed a rather great deal, though Lady Venge was not his mother, having taken on that role to defend the son’s honour.

The confidence that has come from drink and attention was slowly slipping away, as he stepped into the water, permission as best as it could be given gained from Adeline. He sighed contently, as the warmth wiped away the red from his cheeks.

Only for it to erupt again as one of the greatest volcanoes the universe had seen, as he felt the presence of a foreign object trailing his thigh. His cheeks had perhaps grown even further red as he realised what exactly that object was. He had not noticed initially when he had entered the tub, but it seemed that, indeed… Adeline had grown a tail, along with horns on top of her head. To keep his mind focused away from the tail that continued to brush on his skin, he tried to focus on the more rational educational implications of that discovery. When had she gotten a tail and horns? How had she gotten a tail and horns? Had she begun the descent to alchemy? That certainly meant that he had some catching up to do.

The flushing, and the brushing did little to measure up the hitched breath, the almost hiss, as she began to open with a question. One which he almost predicted as the first words were uttered, but one which he dreaded even more as she finished.

“I couldn't help but notice you tend to act different around me, why is this?"

She had a coy look to her, it was so very evident that she knew exactly what was going on, knew exactly what she was doing.

He bit his tongue gently, he was trapped, there was no good way to answer this.

He could either be up front and honest, and he rejected, or he could continue to pine from afar and remain discontented.

He breathed out softly as he considered the matter.

Where it felt that eras had passed, indeed was only seconds.

There was a possibility that she might perhaps return those feelings, but that seemed very unlikely to him. They had interacted a few times, even fought once, he had delivered her some Lightsiders and even a staff she had seemed interested in. However for some reason he felt that none of these were really the ways to a woman’s heart.

So she would reject him. That was… a bad thing, simply put. He really did not want to be rejected, he imagined it would sting, and he had been electrocuted before, he had even done it to himself. Rationally he knew that was perhaps a good thing, provide him some consolation, a form of Darth Malgus’ teaching be implied in a minor sort of way, having no love.

But was that really what he wanted?

He could not say that was the case.

So what was left to him? Deny, deny, deny?

That would simply leave him where he started, a constant state of subtle pinning, that was becoming more and more apparent had never been subtle.

Was that what he wanted?

No, not at all.

Fear be damned.

“Is it not normal for a man to be nervous around a beautiful woman?” Malum said, offering what he imagined to be a suave smirk, but instead was likely far more a very nervous smile.

Oh how he so wished that Alina could take the Force away from him right now. Hyperfocused Malum was better than him at these things.

Adeline Noctua Lady Venge