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Post by Atia on Nov 24, 2014 6:50:23 GMT -8
The Last Vargaarian exited hyperspace.
It wasnt a big ship, just a small freighter with not much of living space to speak about. It did not have to neither. Its cargo was mostly used to spartan conditions.
Its sensors, and the warships sensors in orbit met, pinged eachother, hailed, and accepted eachother as friendlies. A docking position was designated.
The feeling of Atias presence was strong as they got close to the ship. Hers, and many more presences. The Tusken girl Atia and Wiko had captured together for one, and some of the Crucible trainers... and an unknown strong (very strong) presence.
The ship got beside the Fast Frigate, and docked with an airlock.
-Theia-
"Its time. Lets see if the Mistress is home."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2014 19:29:30 GMT -8
In character, I look over at Theia with an eyebrow arched inquisitively, my tone infinitely calm and patient as I ask, "Mistress, Miss Dada? Unless I am missing something, we are here to meet with a Miss Atia, an old and dearly missed friend of somewhat questionable repute that, nonetheless, has often proven valuable in the past where keeping tabs on certain elements of the underbelly of the universe is concerned." Concluding that wondrous bit of flowingly delivered yet utterly untrue dialogue, I clasp my hands behind my back in the fashion I have seen Jedi Masters such as the one I will be playing the role of until we are alone with Atia, and then unclasp them since hitting the button to open the doors that separate our ship from Atia's requires that I do so.
I do, naturally, of course clasp my hands once the doors have opened and, walking at a stately, serene pace that makes the hooded brown robe I wear flutter and flow ever so nicely behind me, make my way towards where I can feel the unmistakable presence of my Sister, who is indeed an old and dearly missed friend; mixing the truth within a lie always a way to help making the lie more believable.
My Sister appears to be in the middle of a discussion of some kind when Theia and I arrive, and so I motion for Theia to wait with near away from the gathering, using the moments before our arrival is noted and Atia is free to speak with us to visually scan those she speaks with and those also present but not a part of the ongoing discussion while also listening to see if I can ascertain anything of what their discussion is about.
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Post by Atia on Nov 26, 2014 14:41:34 GMT -8
Theia half bowed in appoligy, but stopped, and drew a shoulder instead.
-Theia "Dada"-
"Sure, whatever bossLady."
This was a warship. There were protocolls, even for Nightsisters. Alas, not very strict. They were met with a short man wearing officers uniform, admirals medals, and a large moustage. He claimed to be Admiral Edmund Blackadder. He seemed like a sour and ... wreched little man. Seemed weak, but he owned the medals to be an admiral on a warship, so that meant there were at least 3000 people on this vessel that did not resist the notion. He guided them through the corridors and turbolifts, and finally got them to a hangar.
Atia was in a hangar (the largest on the ship, but was not much to go "AAAAHHH! OOOOH!" over) with an ugly and old ship in it (again, nothing to go "AAAAHHHH! OOOOOH!" over). In front of it, Atia sat on a comically red and white striped picknick blanked, with tea service out between herself and the tuskens. The Tuskens.
Didnt they just attack the tuskens a year ago, together? And Atia was now having a picknick with them? Six tuskens, four with weapons, one sitting across from Ati, and one serving tea........ One serving tea that was VERY fammiliar to Wiko.
Ati wrapped up, and all the tuskens went off to.... wherever they now would walk off too. Atia finnished up too, asked one of her Banshees (there were a couple by the door) to pick up the picknick and walked over to her sister.
She was wearing a simple dress, as usual, the slaves collar, wich was also usual, and walked with a stick that was composed of three different branches twisting around eachother that radiated force energies from three different powefull Nightsis.... Wait.... Isnt that WIKOS staff? The Staff of Trinity?
"Sister darling, you came in the knick of time, and dressed for the occation."
Dressed as a Jedi. Perfect. Atia was happy the tusken could see she is about to meet a jedi. Good.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2014 21:07:28 GMT -8
As we are alone there is no reason to continue playacting, and so I walk towards my Sister as she approaches, opening my arms and clasping her shoulders warmly as she greets me. Smiling as I reply, "You have given me a penchant for cosplay my dear Sister, and I am glad to learn that my surprise visit is both timely and one that I've chosen an appropriately useful costume for," before leaning forward to lightly kiss her right cheek and then her left.
Reaching out and clasping the Staff of Trinity, I smile as I ask, "I trust you've been finding my staff useful? Stepping back and looking in the direction the Tuskens had gone off in, I tilt my head to the side and, curious as to what my Sister has been up to while away from our home, ask, Did you have a pleasant picnic with the Tuskens my dearest of Sisters? Such . . . interesting company you're keeping these days."
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Post by Atia on Nov 28, 2014 5:44:09 GMT -8
She embraced her sister back with warmth. She had missed The Coven.
"The staff? It threws people out of balance. Usefull for Diplomacy. Not to mention beautifull."
She gave it, allthough with slight hesitation.
"Not as pleasant as I would have hoped. Six... the Tusken we took, her name is Six now. Six have made great progress for us. The tuskens can turn into a great ally with..."
She glanced at the door where the Tusken delegation left the hangar and smirked, then looked back at Wiko.
"... With a little push. The Tusken are a trump card in this Galaxy that few know, and many underestimate. I intend to add that card in the Nightsisters Deck."
For a second, just a second, atia seemed... cold. Not the kind of cold she usually showed outsiders to throw them off or hold a distance, but the kind that sat a couple stepps above.
Above all.
And then it was gone. She was Ati again, with a warm smile to those wery few she held close.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2014 14:18:27 GMT -8
I smile when Atia hands me my staff, agreeing, "It is beautiful yes, and then hand it back to her, saying, and it is yours for now my Sister. Keep it until your business with the people of the sands has been concluded. They will expect you to have it, I explain, and it would look strange for a Jedi to be carrying such a weapon." Listening to my Sister speak of Six and the people of sands, I am unsurprised that the woman we took from the sea of sand to re-make her into something more than she could ever have been has made steps towards her journey towards that something more - I had sensed the greatness in her, as Atia had, when we took her from the desert world. I frown in thought, considering Atia's statement about the people of the sands possessing the ability to become a part of the Nightsister's arsenal, an arrow in our quiver so to speak; they are numerous, more numerous than most believe, and possess a fierce spirit that could indeed serve us well should be be able to gain their loyalty. I notice, too, the odd tone in Atia's voice as she speaks of that possibility, hear a remote, cold aloofness in her voice I have not heard before, and I remember Hera's words as she tasked me with finding my Sister. The moment passes, and Atia is my Sister once more, and I let it, having no wish to mar our reunion with thoughts of how she may have been changed in the time she has been away since it seems to me that her thoughts are of the Nightsisters just as all she does is and has always been for them, and having other matters I wish to speak to her of that seem to me more pressing I set the observation aside.
"You have been missed, my Sister, I begin, smiling warmly in simple happiness to be with her again, By me and many others. My smile fades, the time having come to speak of things more dire, as I tell her, Our Matriarch and her protege have not yet returned, and many have come to believe they will not. Your Council of Queens fulfills its function still, but you should know that whisperings of discontent have begun to be heard. Some of our Sisters may not feel waiting for a return that may never come is wise, and some, as I, believe their . . . impatience or lack of faith may eventually drive them to act, not considering or caring that their actions would not strengthen the Nightsisters. I pause, considering whether to speak all that I have thought since hearing Hera's words, and then, deciding to save some of my thoughts for another time more appropriate than this, reach out to take Atia's hand in mine as I tell her, You should come home, my Sister, when your business here with the people of the sands has been concluded. I know I ask for myself, having sorely missed the companionship of my Sister, she who took me in and made me more than the broken thing that had come to the Stronghold, as much as I ask for the Nightsisters, having seen my Sister's loyalty and not doubting that all she does is to strengthen the Nightsisters, and yet still I ask Atia again, Come back to us, my Sister. You have been too long away."
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Post by Hezziah Erenos on Dec 6, 2014 22:20:16 GMT -8
From the void of space, a Defender-class corvette soars towards the dusty atmosphere of Tattooine. Inside, Hezziah looks at his information on the target. He was a former bodyguard for some high officials back on Rhommamool. A noble of Redhaven to be exact. Apparently, the fugitive had been embezzeling money from the old fool for years and then vanished out into the Outer Rim. Most people would just kiss the credits goodbye and hope that somewhere down the line karma would get the turncoat back for this theft. Fortunately for Hezziah and unfortunately for the criminal, this noble seemed very determined to see where his credits had gone off to and try and get whatever was left of them.
So, here Hezziah was. After tracking down several leads from salacious clubs and grimy drinking holes, he was ultimately lead to Tatooine. It honestly didn't surprise him much...He often found himself coming out to these Outer Rim trading posts to find renegades with wanderlusting hearts and stolen creds burning a hole in their bank accounts. After confirming with his sources about his most likely hang out spot, Hezziah got permission from Tatooine authorities to land and shot down towards the planet; burning through the desiccated sky of one of the most notorious outlaw hubs in the 'verse.
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Post by Atia on Dec 10, 2014 11:20:42 GMT -8
Home.
Home is where the head lies to sleep.
Home.
Home is where you feel safe.
Home.
Home is where your sisters are.
Home.
Home is where you need to be.
So many homes. Once, she lived in a cage. Not a methaphoric one, but a cage of metal. That was home. Was it safe? Did she have her sisters there? Did she need to be there?
Now, she was in a cage again. A methaphoric one. One built by design, and held together by curiosity, greed and the next step. The judney towards... she wasnt sure what, she just knew that she had to do the next step, becaus then the jurney was done for.
"I Want to sister, you know that, but... I still have things to do. Things I would show you if you wanted."
Yes, let her see, let her be in it. She will understand. She must. For Atia holds the net, pulls its strings. If she leaves now, the net will fall.
Someone will have to deal with the Queens. Yes. A sollution will be found.
Then it sunk in.
Matriarch gone?
Her eyes squinted in irritation and ... confution.
"The matriarch is gone? Since... Since when?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 20:16:01 GMT -8
I nod, a tiny frown on my face that expresses curiosity more than disappointment, when Atia says she wishes to go home but cannot due to things she must do. The smile becomes a frown when my Sister goes on to tell me that she would show me those things she must do if I wanted her to; for I would see them, yes, and help her do them too should she ask, for she is my Sister, and I trust that her ends are ends that serve the Nightsisters in the end, and so would help her see them through, no matter what end might wait in store for me. Before I can tell Atia this, however, she asks a question that reveals she had not known of our Matriarch's departure, and so I answer her spoken question before I answer the question she had asked without giving voice to it, telling her sadly, "Our Matriarch and her protege have been gone for many cycles of the four moons of our homeworld, Sister. They have sent no tidings, nor have any of us seen or felt them in the spirit realm. Many believe they will not return to us, and some seek secretly to raise themselves in the Matriarch's vacated place. There is some concern that the plottings and machinations of those some will sow disorder within the Sisterhood, or worse. I reach for my Sister's hands and taken them into mine as I lean close and tell her, I would see that which you would show me, my Sister. More, I would help you to do what you must do. You know this, I know you do. But first, my Sister, I think you should return to the Citadel. Our Sisters . . . we need your wisdom and strength and guidance. What you must do, can it not be done after, together, we find a way to keep our Sisters from . . . acting rashly?"
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Post by Atia on Dec 22, 2014 15:45:06 GMT -8
Home...
Home is where the Mistress is.
The Mistress is gone. It was sure, "Aineki" would never lie or misslead her about that. Ati got angry. Frustrated. She has lost an other mistress, and there was noone to rip into pieces for it. Not even, that, but she just got an other situation to sattle. From what she understood, a civil war was stirring on Dathomir. She guessed even plans were being made now. Her sisters were not the army kind of fighters. This would be the most silent civil war in the history of civil wars. Poisonings, daggers from shadows, dark rituals in even darker cellars. A freaking nightmare to deal with. If it is not stopped now, she will come home to a decimated and unfriendly Citadell.
Allthough every ounce of her body told her she needs to keep up with the plan, none of it would matter if the home she thrives to protect crumbles.
What good is a BloodHound if the house she is protecting is afire?
And then... a plan started to form.
"You are right. Whatever I have to do in the outside world, Dathomir always comes first. I will give the order to leave for home."
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Dec 27, 2014 16:58:09 GMT -8
Gavin's freighter exploded out of hyperspace and made its way towards the planet. Reaching just outside orbit, Gavin brought the ship to a stop, hovering in place. He sat back and looked at the sandy orb.* "Tatooine. It's been quite awhile."
*He looked over to Kaytra.* "So, where to?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2014 17:42:19 GMT -8
*Kaytra stared at the dust covered planet below. The last time she had been her was when she was with GALSAF. That seemed like ages ago. Shaking her head, she turned to Gavin.* "Mos Eisley. That's where I'll find some answers."
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Post by Ca'guuror DelaSangre on Dec 28, 2014 17:54:37 GMT -8
The ancient styled craft dropped out of hyperspace, flashing in to normal space as the rebuilt and upgraded Delaya class courier craft made it's WA towards the desert encased planet below. Behind the controls, Ca'guuror DelaSangre smiled. Tatooine, now here was a planet where one could hunt. Many different animals roamed the sandy dunes of Tatooine, from krayt dragons and Sarlaacs all the way to what he wanted...the infamous sand demons. He smiled as his hands guided the craft with skill and grace. He was obviously gifted at flying the vessel and it showed to anybody who viewed the elegant vehicle gliding towards the planet silently. He reached out and depressed a button to communicate to Mos Eisley to reserve a place for his ship.
"Mos Eisley, this is the Panthera seeking permission to land."
Once he received confirmation, he guided his ship down through the atmosphere to the planet below.
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Dec 28, 2014 22:34:10 GMT -8
"Mos Eisley it is." *Without another word, he took the ship in.*
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2015 22:25:09 GMT -8
I hold my breath as I wait for my Sister to answer, hearing Hera's voice echoing in my mind, speaking of pits, of hearts, and of reminders that must be made.
Has my Sister stumbled, as she traveled the sea of stars in her metal box, into a pit? If so, will I be able to help her from it?
Is Dathomir, and the Nightsisters, still foremost in her heart? Or have her machinations supplanted her home and her Sisters?
Has my reminder of home come in time to divert my Sister temporarily from whatever course she has set for herself? "You are right. Whatever I have to do in the outside world, Dathomir always comes first. I will give the order to leave for home."
Squeezing Atia's hands in mine, I promise her, "When we have stilled the discontent that has risen in the Citadel, I will come with you to do what you must do out here on the sea of stars. I smile, adding, We will add many a card to the deck held by the Nightsisters, you and I."
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Post by Atia on Jan 12, 2015 12:05:08 GMT -8
Ati squeesed back, leaned in, and... whispered into Wikos ear.
"I have become the eyes and ears of the empire."
She leaned back and it was clearly written on her face she was fishing for reaction. This was the reason she had worked so hard. She was a slave, it was written into her behavior. Serve, and be rewarded. She was biting her lip in nervoisness. She knew this news may be delightfull, also... dangerous. The risks and rewards of an endevor like this could weree sky high. Without outside leadership, Ati had gone after her own wims, and now, her judgement was at hand.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2015 20:55:05 GMT -8
As my Sister leans back, her eyes searching mine for how I will receive the news she has whispered to me, I smile back at her, sure now that what I had sensed in her was the desire to share this news with me; news that I believe is to be celebrated, for my Sister has clearly found a way to enter the confidence of the Empire so that she can use what she sees and hears as their eyes and ears serves the Nightsisters. For, what other reason could there be for my Sister to have sought such a position than to use it to benefit the Nightsisters? None that I can see, even though I hear my long dead twin laughing behind me, telling me that there are other explanations I only wish not to see.
Ignoring the whispered laughter that rings only in my mind, I laugh and tell Atia, "This is wonderful news indeed, my Sister! Imagine all that the Nightsisters can achieve through you now that you can choose what the Empire sees and hears through you. The possibilities are endless, are they not? You must tell me how you have done what you have done as we journey home to share this marvelous news with our Sisters."
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Post by Atia on Jan 25, 2015 13:05:52 GMT -8
Four days. It took four days.
Atias focus was switching between her sister and the Tuskens. Her dealings here could not just be ended at once. The deal had to be made, 42 and the other strike teams needed time to do what needed to be done.
However it went, the fourht night (Galactic Standard) the ship left.
Under these days, when Ati and Wiko were together, atie showed the operation, at least as much as she could. She showed the special room, right under the comms array. The one with the screens and the Banshees working. So many screens, and one main. The galaxy, with planets overwatched by the Banshees in nice Yellow, the Imperial sistems in red, Republic in blue, and some others in different ones. It was clear, the galaxy was god damned huge.
And it was filled with the eyes, ears, hands and skills of the Nightsisters.
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 23, 2015 13:40:32 GMT -8
"Because you have ships now. With ships you can get outside. Where you meet.... outsiders." She put it simply and with a smile, as if she had joked. Not fully, but she gave it a joyus undertone.
"A child with a match will make fires. That is how it will be, and nor you, nor anyone else will stop it. Tools need to be used, that is why they exist. You will travel, and you will meet outsiders. It is inevitable. They are allready on your planet... I will let you think on it, sleep on it. We can regain this conversation later. A new start to an old argument many times bring sollutions. Plus... I know someone who have been dieing for a bath." Atia looked at her slave, whom again tried to practice the art of invisibility. |
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Post by Atia on Apr 4, 2015 4:38:46 GMT -8
Atia didnt sneer, but she was very close to. This was a small success in itself, talking terms in stead of argumentation... but she felt the negativity in Nartagas words.
"Yes, I planned the worst possible scenario for my new allies, so I can wipe out over a years hard work in just a week. No. I have merceneries paid well to cause chaos to distract, and an entire ex imperial flotilla to back up our strike. Your warriors will only be a flanking force, with one very important task in mind. Causing panic.
Imagine the fear brought in the hearts of fat, 'Civilised' hutts hearing that a savage legend from the outer rims are attacking. They will believe its a joke. You will be halfway filling their palaces before they realise that it is not an other hutt trying to trick them. By then, the flotilla and merceneries will be all over them. We all take out their main forces, then leave. Do you know what will happen then?
Nar Shadaa.
All the underworld of Nar Shadaa that was controlled by the power of the hutts will descend upon them. with the bosses weakened, the cockroaches will own the world.
We wont even have to finnish them off, they will do it themselves."
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