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Post by Stevan Stormro on May 21, 2015 13:02:05 GMT -8
As they reached their guest chambers Stormro opened the door and stepped aside to allow Nel and Belbe to enter as he thanked the droids before entering himself. Once inside he allowed the door to close and locked it before turning to Belbe and speaking. "Examine our chambers to ensure that they are sufficient for our needs and then request anything which we need via the in-room datapad. At a minimum we will require two more beds for yourself and Lady Bukk." As he finished speaking he sent another, final sentence to the replica droid through his neural network link via its subtle, secure channels. "As you examine the room check for any bugs which you can find but do not deactivate or respond to them should you find them." With that he turned back to Nel as Belbe went to work, gesturing for her to present her lightsabre to him as he moved to sit on the single bed which was currently in the room. "You're welcome Nel. Now, while we are here be sure to heed how I speak with you; if I speak with you through the Force as I do now it is for a reason, and the same applies to if I speak verbally. Do you understand?"
Taking her training sabre as it was presented to him he slid back a small panel and applied his right thumb to a biometric scanner which was concealed beneath, releasing an internal lock which allowed him to reach into the weapon with the Force and adjust its energy levels back to those of a proper lightsabre. With a quick motion he then removed his thumb from the scanner and slid the panel into place before returning it to Nel. "In light of your performance on Kashyyyk, as well as the fact that you will now be among other Sith, I have returned your training sabre to full functionality. Know that this does not signify that your skills with a lightsabre are sufficient, merely that I am satisfied enough to allow you to carry a proper weapon. Your lightsabre will be returned to you once I am convinced that your skills are sufficient; until then you will continue to use your friend's lightsabre as a reminder of why such skills are important. Are there any questions?"
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Nel Bukk
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Post by Nel Bukk on May 21, 2015 16:33:50 GMT -8
"Yes, Master." Curiosity had her tilting her head as she watched him manipulate the sabre, and the slightest smile passed her lips at the small amount of praise he had decided to give her regarding her skills... and it near immediately faltered again at the reminder of whose lightsabre it had been before. Gently, reverently, she took it back from him and attached it to her hip again, swallowing as a profound emptiness and sorrow filled her. She was still grieving in part. The need to survive had pushed it to the fringes of her consciousness, and so she hadn't really been able to deal with it. Nightmares still plagued her because of what had happened, and she refused to dwell on it. She wanted to cry, but crying, to her, was weakness, and she had enough weakness in her that she didn't need that as well. She pushed it back as best as she could, but unlike her anger, she had no real training with sadness of this magnitude and so it took a bit more power to lock it away.
It still lingered in her eyes, though, and the quiver of her lip as she frantically shook her head. "N-no, Master."
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Post by Aysá on May 22, 2015 7:52:48 GMT -8
Through the thin layer of moisture that coated the mirror, Aysá studied her hazy reflection. Her wet hair clung to her face and neck and her dark eyes seemed darker than usual. She sighed softly and ran her fingers lightly across the surface of the glass, cutting through the condensation. She smiled lightly as the tracks were soon engulfed by steam. She puffed out her cheeks, turned her head from side to side then exhaled loudly as Phantom’s voice filled the bathroom.
The following meeting will take place in the central conference room, whenever you are ready you may exit your room and follow the droids to the lift and they will guide you to the conference room. The meeting will begin in the next 30 minutes.
She glanced up at the speaker then towards the door where her escort would soon arrive. Thirty minutes didn’t give her much time but she would manage; after all, it never hurt to be fashionably late. She dried off quickly and dropped the towel into the basket for disposal, then walked naked back to her room.
She stood in front of the open closet and eyed the different outfits up and down. None of them were really her, but she had seen much, much worse in her time. She cautiously ran her hands over the different fabrics and pushed the outfits she didn’t think suitable to one side. She must have gone over each outfit at least five times before the chime on her door sounded. The escort. He was early. Groaning at the lack of time, she headed to the door opened it and addressed the droid – completely ignoring the cold rush of corridor air against her bare skin.
I’m not ready. Go to my ship, its open, and under the front console there’s a small wooden box. Do not open it. Scan it if you want but do not, under any circumstances, open it. Bring it back to me. I’ll be done by the time you come back.
The droid nodded and headed back down the corridor as the door to Aysá’s room slid closed. She exhaled deeply and sat at the dresser. She dried her hair quickly and braided it in one of the many intricate designs her mother had taught her as a girl. She sighed sadly at the fond memories as she twisted her head from side to side checking that the weaved hair was symmetrical. A selection of makeup was laid out on the glass table top before her, the simplest of which she applied lightly. She gave a slight bronze shimmer to her cheeks, a rich smokiness to her dark eyes and a thin layer of mascara to her thick eyelashes. Finally she darkened her lips and sat back to admire her handiwork. It would do.
She looked over her shoulder towards the open closet and sighed. She really needed to dress. Turning up naked was not an option. She pushed the clothes back and forth before settling on a long black fitted dress with a plunging neck line that framed her figure and assets nicely. It lacked any pattern or embellishment, not that it needed it; it was beautiful in its own simplistic right. She slipped it over her head, careful not to smudge or smear her makeup and pulled the zipper closed.
The door chimed again. She lifted the hem of her dress and hurried to the door. As it opened she reached out, snatched the box from the droid’s hand and darted back into her room. She stopped suddenly back in front of the mirror and stared at the box. She took a deep breath and opened it. Laying perfectly undisturbed on a cushion of black velvet was a long platinum chain and a trident shaped pendant, perfectly polished. She took it out and held it in her hands. She hadn’t worn it since the trial. The sigil of her house on Ahaskita was as disgraced as she was. Aysá smiled and fastened it around her neck, the pendant hanging neatly between her breasts.
The door chimed again. That bloody droid. She shook her head and grabbed her shoes; black strapped stilettos, her black handbag that contained an assortment of weapons, important datapads and some makeup and headed for the door one last time. The automatic door slid open and once again the droid stood waiting. She smiled as she linked her arm through his and made her way, barefooted down the corridor towards the lift that would take them to the conference room.
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Post by Ver'metus on May 22, 2015 19:29:26 GMT -8
*Ver'metus perks up when informed of the meeting. HE sighs as his aura again recedes into himself, almost disappearing again. He was always amused how easily strangers misjudged him this way. He gets up straightened his robes and takes a moment to make sure he didn't forget anything. The sith walks for the exit, steps through and proceeds to follow the messages instructions to see what was going on.*
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Stevan Stormro
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Post by Stevan Stormro on May 23, 2015 13:09:47 GMT -8
Stormro rose from his seat on the bed, one hand coming to rest upon Nel's shoulder as he stood beside her. Her clumsy attempts at burying her grief were obvious to him, and it would not do to have her in such a withdrawn state for this meeting. "There is nothing wrong with grieving for your friend Apprentice; the Sith do not forbid any one emotion explicitly as the Jedi do. For us any emotion is a wellspring of power, if only we have the will to tap into it. Grieve for what you have lost, but do not let it master you any more than you would allow your rage to rule you. Instead, take strength from your grief and use that strength to ensure that your friend is not truly forgotten. You are the bearer of more than merely his weapon; in you lies the chance for Joruun to live on as a part of your legacy. My master once told me that every Sith has a reason for why they sought the darkness; one defining moment in time which drove them from the blinding light of the galaxy and into the comforting embrace of the shadows. For you Joruun's death and the realization that the Order had failed you both was that moment; a defining shatterpoint which opened your eyes to the truth and eventually brought you to me..." He made his way over to the door, calling for the escort droids as he reached it, before turning back to Nel as he waited for them to arrive. "Had Joruun not fallen you would still be on Ossus, wasting your potential in an environment which would only have held you back from becoming what you were meant to be. That is his gift to you, and it is his sacrifice which you should remember every time you hold his lightsabre for it was through his death that you finally found life."
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Nel Bukk
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Post by Nel Bukk on May 23, 2015 14:22:27 GMT -8
Nel's head snapped up at his touch to her shoulder, and as she met his gaze, he could see the tears she had rimming her eyes. She quickly blinked and looked away to hide them, shame filling her again. It would take time for her to get over the hurdles put in her way by the Jedi Order, and she was coming to see that. Her master's words wrapped around her, encouraging her, and once more, setting a part of her at ease. She tried to open her mouth to speak, but nothing came out immediately. She closed her mouth and swallowed, taking a moment for the physical signs of her wanting to cry to ease before she tried again. "I know it will take time for me to... overcome all the Jedi Order instilled in me... Joruun's sacrifice will not be in vain."
It was more her trying to reassure herself in the venture more then anything. Again, she took a deep breath and let it out, one of her hands running through her damp black hair. How to draw strength from something that threatened to swallow her whole? She had no idea. She would rather embrace her anger, fiery and bright, then this dark emptiness that filled her core and threatened to topple what little control she had. "It will be a gift I will treasure."
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Post by Stevan Stormro on May 23, 2015 16:23:56 GMT -8
Stormro merely smiled at her determination. "Excellent; I would expect nothing less..." Suddenly there was a knock on the door, signifying the arrival of their escort. "And that would be our escort. Come Apprentice; I do believe that we shall be getting the chance to meet Lord Phantom shortly and I should prefer that we not keep him waiting." With that he opened the door to their chambers and stepped out into the corridor, Belbe lingering inside long enough to hold the door open for Nel to pass before exiting herself and taking up her position at Stormro's left side opposite of Nel's position. Once she took her place Stormro signified to the droids that they were ready and the trio began making their way towards the conference room, his aura shrinking down to the point of being almost imperceptible as they walked.
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on May 26, 2015 4:47:29 GMT -8
**Ferinus' wrist comm pinged. He held it up to see the message from Phantom. So, they were all meeting in the same place on their own time. The Sith Lord would have preferred a unified entrance as a symbol of strength, but this was not his ship.
The Sith turned on his heel before stopping dead in his tracks. His mind pulsated with two new presences. He could sense them nearby. One of them felt.....unique. And not. A long forgotten memory suddenly sparking to life again.**
"That's a presence I've not felt since...."
**Ferinus opened the door to his room again and struck out a hand. His twin sabers flew into them from within the chamber. The Sith Lord hastily snapped them to the back of his belt with Invictus strapped to his side. He didn't know if this presence was truly who he believed it to be or not. Either way, this meeting was about to become bigger....and the number of rogue variables just tripled.**
"The drinks had better be good. This day is getting stranger."
**Ferinus made his way to the conference room. He thrust open the door to find only his old apprentice standing in the room. His onyx eyes darted from left to right before resting on the station laden with drinks. The Sith immediately made a beeline for it and concocted a Sarlacc Kicker for himself. He took a sip, nodded and looked to Ver'metus.**
"You sense it too, I trust. I don't need to tell you to be on your guard. I'm not certain what to expect."
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on May 26, 2015 5:48:04 GMT -8
Smoothing out the creases in his formal robes he linked his arm into Ty's and headed along a separate lift which soundlessly opened. Ushering her inside he followed and they were quickly whisked to the conference room. Opening a pad he saw most of the escort droids were en route and soon everything would be underway, guests and all.
As they were moved by lift he looked down at his little sister, his face missing the notable wraparound shades that usually covered his mismatched eyes and yet both eyes were dead serious. The massive Nagian gave her arm a squeeze and it seemed the scar that almost bisected his face glowed with the energy he had been amassing
"Keep your wits about you and behave until the meeting concludes, understand?"
The lift stopped and brought them to the front of the conference room, behind the long arched door that headed up the front. The door lowered with a hiss and taking Ty's arm he walked in, black robes accented with blue lightly dusting the floor, his hood up for now, shoulder length white hair peeking out. The back wall that was the door closed again, the white palm emblazoned on the back wall.
Letting Ty's arm loose so she could do as she wanted, he moved and sat down at one end of a massive table. Circular as it was, each seat had a datapad and width for planning but as the table moved inwards, it dipped low and many holopeaks were there to project images should the need arise. The walls were all holoscreens. The high backed chairs were intended for comfort for long meetings which this could very well turn into
Leaning his elbows on the table he intertwined his fingers, resting his chin on it as he waited for everyone else to arrive, guests and all. This would either go over very well or very poorly but now it was in the hands of fate
Quick ooc guys, we will get back to the posting order only to avoid any confusion and get back into the cycle of things. Next will be Ty, Aysa, Stormro, Nel, Ver'metus, Ferinus, and Myself. Thanks everyone
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Tyrana Letta-Horica
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Post by Tyrana Letta-Horica on May 26, 2015 13:57:57 GMT -8
Ty let her Big Brother guide her to the conference room, although she hardly needed the escort, but she enjoyed his silent company to most others. As they entered the lift, Ty smiled to herself as she thought about the evening at hand and the fact that she would soon be mopping the floor with her three comrades in drink. That's when she felt Phantom's serious gaze. She had been victim to it plenty of times, but never in so tight a space as the lift, she tried to ignore it. But then his voice accompanied it and she cringed slightly, expecting to be reprimanded for some action or another that had occurred under the ocean. She looked up at him as he told her to keep her wits and a pout played at her lips.
Her? Behave? That wasn't any fun
Fine
It should be said that Phantom had always been the only one to reign Ty in when she was out of control on any occasion, and his short warning now was no different. She would represent her Big Brother to the best of her ability. Besides, she was supposed to be at war with Ferinus any way. In the remaining time that they were in the lift, Ty's entire demeanor changed from the happy, aloof girl that Phantom had all but raised, to the sexy "black widow" that he had trained. Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at her Brother with a dark grin
But I can't promise to continue for very long, I was promised drinks, and a boring meeting keeping me from them will not end well for anyone here
She could sense an unease that had settled over the conference room as they came to the door and guessed it had to do with the newest visitors. But she couldn't think of that now that they were entering the room, as Phantom had let her arm go, Ty saw Ferinus and Ver'metus and smiled as she walked over to them to make her own drink. Her dress, if it could be called that, was the darkest shade of black that the Lady Chel could dye, but it was covered in black diamonds, shimmering every time Ty moved. This particular "gown" had been created by the seamstress as a special outfit for the assassin missions that Phantom had sent Ty on, and really it could only be called half a dress. Since it only covered half her body on the right side. Starting at the right side just behind her arm, it wrapped around the front to cover her chest, and scooped down under it, swirling back to the right to expose her stomach, and wrapping curving again to cover her waist and her backside. There it seemed to stick just at the inner corner of her left hip before free falling into a skirt that exposed the full left leg and barely concealed the right. The whole of the dress except the skirt was tight on her frame, as if she had just slathered herself in glue and thrown glitter on the sticky parts. Ty stood next to Ferinus and gave him her most seductive smile
Care to make a girl a drink? If I remember correctly you make a pretty mean one
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Aysá
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Post by Aysá on May 26, 2015 20:07:29 GMT -8
As the lift slowed, Aysá handed her bag to the droid, slipped on her shoes and adjusted her dress. It had been a while since she’d worn anything like this; perhaps her last meeting with the Sith Lord but as it was so long ago that her memory wasn’t exact. She pulled at the fine black bodice, straightening the fabric a little then adjusted the pendant at her neck. The metal was cold between her fingers, smooth and perfect. She didn’t dwell on the sadness attached to it nor the happy memories.
Before she knew it, the lift had stopped and the doors had opened with a hiss. She took her bag back from her escort, took a deep breath in then stepped out into the corridor. Although droids lined the walls, they didn’t react to her but she knew that if they detected any sort of threat that all guns would be aimed at her. She smiled and straightened her back as she neared the door. She leaned to the side a little, pressed the small green panel and waited for the doors to the conference room to open. They did with a loud hiss.
Directly in front of her sat the Sith Lord she’d been waiting to see. A smile lit up her face as she stepped inside, her heals clicking along the metal floor. She ignored the others; two tall men that towered above her regardless of how high her heels were and a young woman that she’d only ever glimpsed in the past. The power emanating from them would be enough to stop anyone else in their tracks but not Aysá, she made a beeline straight for the seated Sith.
“Ah my Lord Phantom! It’s been far too long! I’ve missed you.
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Post by Stevan Stormro on May 27, 2015 14:08:17 GMT -8
As Stormro and his entourage reached the conference room he subtly expanded his sphere of influence, keeping his presence in the Force minimized as he sought to see if he could sense Phantom in the room. To his great surprise he picked up on two more presences which he recognized from long ago, one of which felt as dimmed as his own; assuming that he was not mistaken Ferinus and Ver'metus were in the conference room as well. Smiling, he chuckled as he paused just outside the door for a moment to speak to his apprentice through the Force. "If I am not mistaken it would seem as if you will be enjoying the privilege of meeting two more of my esteemed former-colleagues today. Allow me to reiterate that I expect you to be on your best behavior Apprentice; these men may seek to test your patience and I will not forgive your transgressions no matter how much they may nettle you." Not to mention that even he did not know what their intentions were. While Phantom, Ferinus, and Ver'metus had been colleagues and good friends many years ago the galaxy was a vastly different place now and he wasn't so foolish as to just assume that nothing might have changed. With his warning said he opened the door and stepped into the conference room, the same familiar grin which he so often wore years ago emblazoned across his visage as he rose from the slight half-bow which he gave to his three former colleagues as a sign of respect before moving further into the room. As he did, Belbe entered at his left side, her eyes quickly darting about the room as subtly as she could to analyze the other people who were present and to try to build a threat assessment of them which she then provided to Stormro via his neural network link. As she scanned over each person she blinked several times, cycling through her various forms of vision before moving onto the next person.
"I must admit to being pleasantly surprised; when I received reports of a Sabaoth Destroyer bearing the mark of Lord Phantom Armageddon in orbit over Kamino I was...hesitant to believe that one of my old colleagues from the Kashyyyk Academy had just suddenly appeared where my network could find them. But to find not only Lord Phantom aboard, but Lord Ferinus and Lord Ver'metus as well? I had never even considered such a possibility..." To the three Sith Lords who had known him long ago on Kashyyyk Stormro was likely familiar and yet at the same time eerily different; gone were the extensive prosthetics which had once dominated his appearance, his eyes shown with proper color instead of the gray cataracts which had formed after he had been blinded, and he looked to be in his mid thirties despite the fact that he had been in his late twenties when he had first met them many years ago. In spite of the drastic changes, however, his facial structure, lithe build, clothing, and mannerisms were spot on, and his signature quartet of lightsabres hung with pride on his hips with the official rank lightsabre of a Kashyyyk Academy Massassi hanging just behind one pair on his right hip. "It has been far too long my friends, and I must confess that the knowledge that there are other remnants of Kashyyyk's glory left in the galaxy fills me with joy. If nothing else, it provides a fine example for my apprentice as to what awaits her down the path which she has wisely chosen..." As he spoke of he Stormro glanced in Nel's direction with an amused smile, a part of him enjoying the fact that he had just put her on the spot somewhat by making specific mention of her. He was not lying when he spoke of their potential as examples, however; in each of the three Sith Lords was an example of the myriad of paths which were open for those who dedicated themselves to the darker aspect of the Force and he was truly glad that she would be able to cut her teeth, per say, on Sith which he knew and almost trusted as opposed to Sith whom were complete wild cards. While he did not know who the others in the room were, he held off on addressing them until the meeting officially began, presuming that formal introductions would be dealt with then.
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Nel Bukk
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Post by Nel Bukk on May 27, 2015 14:40:15 GMT -8
Nel glanced to her Master with the quirk of an eyebrow at the reminder and warning. She liked to believe she was better then he was implying, but at the same time, her lack of control over her tongue (and her back meeting a tree not too long ago) reminded her otherwise. Emotions churned in her: nervousness, sorrow, irritation, shame. They churned, but it was nothing more then a basic blip. She wasn't calm, but there were no emotions overtaking her at the moment. She was analyzing them, wondering how to deal with them. Her training as a Jedi had trained her unhealthy means of dealing with them, making her more volatile because of it. "I do not make promises, but I will certainly try to keep my calm, Master."
As the door opened, the young woman's eyes flitted from one person to the next, studying them. Each was intriguing in their own way, that was a certainty. Her eyes landed on one of the other women in the room: Tyrana. A sense of inadequacy filled her at seeing how beautiful she was. She looked well taken care of and her clothes were amazing, although too revealing for Nel's own tastes. All she herself wore was the body suit her master had given her underneath her brown, slightly ragged halter top and short brown war skirt. Her analysis was cut short, however, at the mention of her being there. She swallowed and forced a smile, bowing some to those in the room. "It is nice to meet all of you. If Master holds you in such high regard, then there will be plenty for me to learn from all of you."
She hoped she hadn't overstepped her bounds with her words. It hadn't felt right to just bow and say it was nice to meet them. At the same time, she worried that her tongue had moved faster then her mind had been able to process.
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Post by Ver'metus on May 27, 2015 20:00:34 GMT -8
Ver'metus fell into step with Ferinus when they met up, He eyes his old master, this was not attire he had come to know him for.
I did, and I would not have survived this long if not always on my guard, My Old Master. One does not reach 180 easily in this line of work.
He finds a seat near Ty and his old Master, his eyes going once over the woman, before scanning again. He frowns as Stormro approached, he had not know the man was still alive no less training anyone. Though, he figured when you become a recluse you lose touch with the goings on of the galaxy.*
Stormro. Your looking much more alive then I expected you to be.
The old anzat gives a sly smile to the man, being how emotionless his voice was, it would be hard to cypher if he was making a joke on a friends behave or being honest.*
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on May 29, 2015 4:40:40 GMT -8
**Ferinus chuckled as he took another drag from his favored drink.**
"No, I suppose not, my brother. You simply must teach me your secrets.....as I believe I've already taught you some of mine."
**When the door hissed open, Ferinus looked over to nod to Phantom. He looked down at his drink.
Then did a double take. He blinked.
The dress Tyrana had on showed she meant business, that much was for certain. She possessed a weapon and she was using it to its full advantage. Her looks and her body were weapons that he assumed many men had fallen prey to in the past....and she meant to include him among that number.
Ferinus smiled. He respected the play of power. There was a time in his foolish youth that he would have fallen over his head over it. This time, he saw it for what it was....and came to admire her for her secondary purposes as well.
Stil, he could not stop his onyx eyes from trailing down the shimmering fabric. Could this even be called a dress? It seemed more of her body was on display rather than....**
"Ph..Ph-Ph...Phantom. Good to see you."
**Ferinus shook his head, clearing his throat. Stuttering. That was beneath him. He couldn't tell if it was because he was tired from the mission or....other reasons. As Tyrana approached him, Ferinus' mask of coolness was back on and firmly in place. When she asked for a drink, he merely cocked a crooked grin at her and ceaselessly drew another glass, already putting the drink together.**
"I seem to recall you enjoying it this particular way, Tyrana."
**Ferinus handed her the glass, his eyes glinting with challenge.**
"You are only laying the bedrock for your own demise later, I hope you realize."
**The Sith Lord looked toward his compatriots.**
"Ver'metus? Phantom? What would you like in your-"
**Then the door hissed open again and in walked a tall, dark-haired woman. Ferinus took another drink, eyeing her as she approached. This must be Phantom's....visitor. The room now featured a rogue variable. The Sith Lord would not have her approaching Phantom in such a way without a....screening.
So Ferinus' mind churned, pushing its way into hers. His Dark Side energies, like thin tendrils of shadow, stretched out to her thoughts in an attempt to learn her identity.
But it lasted only a moment. As Ferinus pried, he blinked, shocked. What he saw in her mind was....a wall of flames. Towering, blistering flames. They were all-consuming....and also blocking his view.
Though Ferinus still managed to pry a few details out, whoever this woman was, he was certain she was even more of a loose end than when she walked in.**
"And, of course, it is a pleasure meeting you for the first time....Lady Aysa."
**Ferinus' neck snapped again as the door hissed open again. He nearly dropped his glass.
There stood a very old friend....or a ghost. Only time would tell which he was.
Stevan Stormro.
Ferinus had thought he was dead. Then again, he thought everyone from the old KA days was dead. Only until he re-discovered Phantom and Ver'metus did he know otherwise. Ferinus and Stormro shared an intricate past. They had fought and shed blood together, just like the others. Stormro, in his several different variations, had shared Ferinus' affinity for the sciences and how they could be used to torture the mind and perverse the body until the aims of the Sith were achieved.
Ferinus had even crafted a new arm for the Sith at one point, though he did not see that old arm on Stormro now.
The Sith Lord turned to Phantom.**
"You did not inform me this meeting would become a reunion."
**He turned to Stormro.**
"Or that I would lay eyes once again upon one of the darkest shrouds this galaxy has ever seen....or more accurately...not seen."
**Ferinus chuckled.**
"You old, demented bastard! Tell me. What hole did you crawl out of this time??"
**The Sith Lord then turned his gaze upon the younger woman standing beside Stormro. An apprentice?
Ferinus mind reached out to ensnare hers as well. He only let it last for a moment, only so he could ascertain what he wanted to know.**
"Welcome to you as well, Nel Bukk. It's good to know Stormro hasn't given up his....unconventional....tastes."
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on May 29, 2015 16:58:12 GMT -8
Seeing his brother already at the bar with Ver'metus he smiled and had seated himself. Keeping an eye on his little sister as she milled about he slowly looked over the room before his name was called and it snapped to Ferinus who stuttered...stuttered. Clearly the dress or in this case the lack thereof was having its intended purpose. It would seem even one such as Ferinus was capable of seduction by a well trained black widow
Staying seated he began to think about his graduated apprentice Zadea, of the black widow styles that had trained under him, she was the only female that had made it past his full training. Only the universe knew what had become of her though he imagined had she fallen, there would have been a pile of bodies before her.
His reminiscing was cut short as the doors slid open and Lady Aysa had entered, in her dress with a stunning jewel between her ample breasts it was a wonder that his eyes stayed locked onto her as she approached him though with one eye being mechanical it was literally able to be locked into place...not that he did not appreciate what he saw.
"It has been far too long indeed, Wrath has stowed away the slaves and the bidding is almost done on all of them. Lucky for them, Otherwise my droids would have live practice targets which does bode for entertainment when the blasters are set to just training levels and conduct an oh so palatable air of pain and suffering."
He gestured to the open chair on his side as she neared, he was not one for affection in the greeting sense, it lead to openings and he would rather take a precaution than a chance
"Have a seat, it seems everyone has set themselves to the drink though the service droids are here for that matter. Should you want anything all you have to do is call it up on the pad next to you and it will be brought."
His right eye spun in its socket and flicked through a great many filters, recording heights, visible weaponry, approximate weight, all the data it could on those present and began to store it. As it did so the main doors had opened and the face to match the voice earlier had made an appearance.
It had been a long time indeed, from the old academy days where dicipline and teachable moments came from being hurled into a wall to the battles that had forged all of their blood into a kinship that seemed to last longer than the force itself. Granted many of their numbers were missing but those still present were not to be trifled with, each of them in their own manner would not hesitate to have a head hewn from its body for even a glance and continue on as though nothing had happened.
Looking up he smiled wickedly, two rows of filed teeth glinted and the scar that bisected his marred face seemed only to shine brighter
"There are very few alive who know my mark these days so for those surviving that do, I am usually weary. We did make a number of enemies after all. It however is a very good thing that you are the one who showed up, and with company no less"
His natural eye stayed on Stormro as his mechanical one flicked over to what seemed to be an apprentice in the garb of one and...a pilot or something of that nature. All of their data was cataloged and stored before flicking back and looking over to the one that seemed uneasy, the apprentice and his smiled widened, the flesh rippers he called teeth pointed as he licked them, she was timid and her hesitations were palpable, it was clear she had been told something about the company here before she walked in with Stormro
"Welcome indeed, your master must think something special of you if he keeps you by his side in a meeting such as this. We shall see just what you are capable of in the arena of such things as planning and strategy. Any adept force user can flick about a saber but the ones that have survived this long such as your master, have done so because of their mental fortitude and abilities to think many steps ahead."
He stood, his massive frame casting a shadow onto the large table as he took the massive sabercane from the sheath on his back and he pounded the ground once with the heavy weighted end to get the attention of all present
"I do know many of you are looking forward to unwind, celebrate or drink and that is welcome. First we need to attend to this meeting and then you all can make fools of yourselves. Please take a seat, all of you. Also let me be very clear, there will be no aggression tolerated nor violence toward one another. We do not have the time for it and frankly it is bothersome."
Clearing his throat he took a glass from a service droid and downed the liquid within before looking again at the assembled few and sitting down, the sabercane stood upright next to him as if being held there by the force
"Now, brother Ferinus has salvaged a few things from his old now drowned academy. What we need to do is find out what resources we need, what we aim to do with ourselves and what it is we seek"
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Tyrana Letta-Horica
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Post by Tyrana Letta-Horica on May 30, 2015 17:33:01 GMT -8
Ty grinned as Ferinus stuttered to find his words, accepting the drink she sipped it once and then winked at its maker
Just as I remember it, hot stuff
Her eyes sparkled as she sipped it again, making her way to her seat. Watching as the doors slid open and the woman walked in. She was very pretty, in her own black gown, but Ty didn't much care at the moment since she was reveling in her own small victory at this point. But then she heard the woman speak so.... familiarly... with Phantom
Oh no, this would not do
She had been with Phantom for too long as his Little Sister to let a woman that she knew nothing about be so overly friendly with the one man she looked up to. Ty was about to open her mouth when Phantom's warning in the lift echoed in her memories to behave and she almost gagged on her words.
Fine!!!
Ty prepared a long slew of things for after the meeting was over, and sat on Phantom's other side next to Ferinus where she spun her glass slowly, stewing in her agitation. When the doors opened again, she looked up through her lashes at the two just entering the room and started as the three men greeted him. So this was the Stormro that Phantom had only mentioned once or twice to her in her time training with him. She didn't much feel like adding to their comments as she looked him over, sure a Sith from the "old days" as they said was a strong one. Her eyes gazed over to the small thing beside him, the apprentice. She seemed nervous, but held her own in greeting the room, Ty took in the girl's clothes and almost pitied her. Perhaps the next time she saw the Lady Chel she would see if she couldn't get something wearable for this young thing standing awkwardly next to her master. But then she heard Phantom talk to the girl as if challenging to test her later and smiled cruelly
Oh let me Big Brother, I would have so much fun...
Behave
Damn it! Ty hated behaving and growled, looking down at her glass and taking a long gulp. This meeting was going to be very difficult indeed. So instead she set the glass down on the table and twisted it back and forth on the surface between her hands glaring at the liquid inside and keeping her mouth shut.
For now....
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Aysá
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Post by Aysá on Jun 1, 2015 21:01:28 GMT -8
Aysa's enthusiasm for the meeting diminished a little the instant she felt the tendrils of Ferinus' dark energy creep up her spine before they pushed their way into her head. Instantly her subconscious did the only thing it could to protect itself and that was use the vividest aspect of memories as a shield - the Great Wall of fire that had once threatened to consumer her. She let him see it in all its destructive glory, she let him feel it's heat and intensity, yet she also let him see enough to satisfy at least some small part of his curiosity.
Although she had never met him before, she had heard plenty about the people that Lord Phantom had associated with in the past so She was not as clueless as some people would believe. Aysa felt Ferinus withdraw from her mind, she paused before looking over at him. As she did, he spoke. "and of course, it's a pleasure to meet you for the first time Lady Aysa"
She was about to respond with pleasantries of her own but his attention had been drawn away from her by the opening of the door and the trio that had stepped through. She shook her head lightly at the way he reacted and continued with a smile towards Lord Phantom. His usual gruff greeting was expected. He hardly ever reacted with anything warmer than that, especially if there were other people in the room. She bowed her head respectfully as he mentioned the slaves she had brought abroad. It was always nice when her hard work was appreciated.
"Wrath has told me they're fetching good prices. Not as much as I would have liked but it's a buyers market. Beautiful women are becoming more of a commodity than a rarity these days it seems."
She took a seat beside him, but not directly beside him. The young woman dripping in diamonds had already taken one seat and judging by the looks she was getting from her, being sat anywhere near the Dark Lord would have been a mistake. A big one. So instead, there was a gap of two seats between them, for no doubt one of Phantoms other guests would want to be seated closer to him.
The others, those already there and the three that had just arrived had all taken their seats around the table as Lord Phantom began his address to the group. She listened intently, glancing at Ferinus, the Sith Lord that has probed her mind, when Phantom had spoken of him. So that's why they were on Kamino, he was at least part of the reason. Interesting. She took a sip of water from a glass one of the droids had brought over then took out one of the small data pads from her purse, if she was going to be part of this then she'd need to take notes and take the time to work out the logistics.
As Phantom spoke of needs, she looked up, wanting to point out that they needed to work out what they have first, but she bit her tongue and let him continue.
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Stevan Stormro
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Jun 2, 2015 12:56:29 GMT -8
Stormro chuckled softly at the Anzati's comment, his grin widening into a dark, sadistic smile. "An understandable misconception, and one which I have gone out of my way to cultivate; it has never ceased to amaze me how willing people are to delude themselves in order to preserve what they believe to be true. There are few things in this galaxy more delightfully delectable than that look of utter despondency on one's face when their world is collapsing around them and you shatter their desperate delusions into a million irreparable pieces... " Shifting his focus to Ferinus, Stormro made his way over to the table as the gathering seemed to shift in that direction. "We have actually spent the last several months training in the Shadowlands of Kashyyyk, not far from the ruins of the old academy. I felt it necessary to break her of the soft, easy lifestyle which the Jedi had made her accustomed to all of her life, and felt that such an environment would serve nicely for that purpose. I will say that the local fauna was not as...predatory as I might have liked, but I was able to supplement them..." He glanced at Nel with an amused smile before shifting his gaze back to Phantom. "When I received notice that this ship was in orbit over Kamino I decided that she had been sufficiently broken of her former softness for my purposes and decided to come and investigate. As you said, there are few of our number remaining in the galaxy and if there were any of you left to find I considered it an exceptional opportunity. It truly is a shame that there are no great academies left in this galaxy; my libraries are expansive and my abilities are refined, but there are still things which I do not know and I should prefer that she have access to whatever teachings she might desire. Furthermore, I feel that she would benefit from some sense of competition and at the moment I do not have any other prospective students in mind to provide such incentive." Pausing as he and his entourage reached the table he slid into one of the chairs, making sure that there were empty seats on either side of him for Belbe and Nel to take as well as that his back was not facing the door. Once he had taken his seat Belbe slid into the chair on his left, her eyes constantly moving subtly about the room. As Phantom stood again and brought the meeting to order with an authoritative thunk of his sabrecane Stormro sat back in his chair, one leg crossing over the other as he rested his elbows on the armrests of his chair and steepled his fingers. After a moment of listening to Phantom's words he spoke, his eyes flitting about subtly to gauge the reactions of those around him.
"As I have not seen most of you in some time, and the rest I have only just met, I must admit to being unaware of what your goals might be. I, however, am primarily concerned with training my apprentice, passing on what I know to those who are worthy of my teachings, and continuing my research. While I am in possession of secure laboratory facilities I suspect that they will be insufficient for my scientific and alchemical needs and thus would very much like to acquire more suitable resources in order to try and push past some of the difficulties which I have encountered..." He trailed off for a moment, his fingers beginning to drum together in sequence as he continued. "The problem is that my personal ship is too small to contain such a facility, and my old fleet ships are incapable of containing such a facility. Therefor, I should very much like to gain access to a secured facility, preferably one which is both mobile and cloakable so as to maintain a sufficient level of security. I have considered the possibility of using some sort of mobile space station, such as a Golan III space defense platform, with a hyperdrive installed but even with my vast fortunes I lack the resources to maintain and operate such a facility on my own." Although neither his aura nor his body language betrayed it, the impasse which he had hit in his research annoyed the Lord of Deception greatly. He was certain beyond any shadow of a doubt that the potential for it to bear fruit was present; he just needed better resources in order to achieve full success.
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Nel Bukk
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Post by Nel Bukk on Jun 2, 2015 13:59:42 GMT -8
By and far, Ferinus' greeting seemed the most amicable, and she smiled slightly before she mentally lifted an eyebrow. Unconventional tastes? What did he mean be that? Her eyes shifted about from him to the next who addressed her: Phantom. She smiled as sweetly as she could manage, a bit of teeth even poking through. "I will certainly do my best."
Relax. She needed to relax without being caught off guard. As for the challenge of mentality and wits hinted at by the man who was obviously in charge, her proverbial ears pricked up in excitement. She hadn't made it so long on Kashyyk by her talent with the Force alone, that was for certain. There had been some luck, yes, but quick wit had helped as well. And then she heard the voice of the woman in the not-quite-a-dress ensemble and she wasn't quite certain if she understood who was being spoken to or referred to.
Before she could really formulate anything proper to say, her Master spoke and she looked to him, listening, all while trying to keep in mind what was going on in the room around her. Despondency... She knew that. Knew of her world shattering into so many pieces that not many could be found again. Sorrow lingered in her mind, but she shoved it back some. Now wasn't the time to dwell on that. No. She wouldn't think of the fire and death... Granted, she couldn't hold her tongue as he mentioned the predators of Kashyyk. "And quite a lesson it was, Master."
As she sat at Stormro's right, she let her hand rest gently on the top of her saber. Well, not hers, specifically, but it was in her possession nonetheless. She glanced at him with the mention of competition, an eyebrow raising slightly. The idea of competition didn't appeal to her. The reason why eluded her, but she suspected it had something to do with the Jedi Order... how everyone outshone her no matter how hard she tried. Even if that wasn't the true reason for the subtle surge of an emotion she couldn't place. Again, she pushed her emotions back. Now was not time for practicing her control over them. She needed a clear head... or as clear of a mind as her Master would allow, given his comments.
Exhaustion dogged her, and sitting down seemed to bring it out all the more. The woman knew no one here but Belbe (if only marginally) and her Master. The young Zabrak had to keep that in mind. The pad of her thumb ran over the saber at her side again, and she felt herself soothed by the action. Her shoulders relaxed, releasing some of her tension as she tried to hide her emotions without burying them. Try being the key word, at least.
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