Open Social Sullust A Good Day's Aftermath

[Darth Tiamat]

He spoke her name and she suddenly did not feel so small in his presence. There was something alluring about someone of his prestige knowing her name and the acolyte stood a little bit taller. She watched him drain the last of the champagne from his glass as she waited for his decision on the dance. She was already working on one that would please the Darth, however, he would make up his mind.

It was neither a yes nor no, which gave the acolyte a spark of fire knowing she had gotten his attention. He handed her his empty glass and Lyra took it without question, curious to what he would do or say next. However, it seemed as though he were done with their conversation, informing he would at some point like her to tell him more about Azazil. He turned away, walking toward the balcony and Lyra worked her best to hold back a grin; she was uncertain if she were excited for his interest or relieved that he did not find her annoying enough to stab her. Either way, it was both good.

The acolyte watched as he approached Emryc and she turned away, setting the glasses down on a tray of a passing server droid and returned her attention to the dance floor.

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan smiled at Renfry's reply. This game hadn't yet come to an end, it seemed. Even better.

"Promises, promises," he purred, a hand settling against her waist and the other against her hip. His eyes looked into hers and he thought for a moment they looked so much prettier when they were filled with that power of hers. But in this place, just as she was would do just fine.

Morgan turned and began a step to the music, a more classic dance than what he'd done with Emryc. Slowly turning, one foot after the other, their two forms would make their way across the floor. Not nearly as energetic, but better for conversation- both to speak, and to listen.

"You look well, sòsyè. Learned any new tricks lately?" The strange sorceries of Dathomir certainly interested him, if only from an academic standpoint for the time being. Without a doubt they were useful and unique amongst the many ways to harness and wield Dark powers. It was a genuine question with no ulterior motives beyond have a pleasant conversation. And a distraction.

@Phoenix

 

[Renfry]

She gave him a coy smile as he repeated her words back to her. She felt his hands fall to her hips, their pace slowing as they fell into step with one another.

Why, thank you, she said. You always are the charmer, she said. He had been the same way when they first met. She wondered how much of it might have been an act and how much of it was genuine. Everyone had an angle.

New tricks? she asked with a devious smile. She had many tricks and they weren't known to most people. It kept an aura of mystery around her that she enjoyed, but it was far more than that. There were practical reasons for it as well.

You haven't even discovered all my old tricks yet, she said, looking up at him with a hint of challenge in her eyes. They moved across the dance floor and she pressed up close to him for a moment, letting their bodies come in full contact before taking a step back again, arms still around his neck.

Or has your mind been lingering on my old tricks? she asked. @Mr. Teatime

 

[Nobody]

You shrug as the Eternal acknowledges you but moves on; it’s good to know that it didn’t regard you as a complete and total failure. With that in mind, you’re satisfied with the work you’ve done. It was lovely to know that the Jedi you had fought on Ryloth was now disabled, a sort of redemption. The victory as a whole was a bonus...but it was no victory for you.

You’ve twice shown your incapability in battle, losing a limb to gain nothing directly. You look around at those who are truly continuing to contribute to the Eternal and its cause, and find very little in common with yourself. With that in mind, you ignore the festivities and pull out your blaster, staring at its shiny black handle, twirling it around in your hands.

They wouldn’t miss you, wouldn’t care. There were hundreds who could carry the mantle, who would continue to fight for the Sith Order and actually make a difference. Your time, however, is up. You’ve defeated a number of Jedi, turned a strange being to the Dark Side, defended all that is holy to you with words and with actions. You’ve done all you can, and now it’s time to make some space for those who truly still had futures to look forward to.

Simply put, you’ve done your part, but in this instance, you’ve failed. You’ve run out of your usefulness; what was there to admire, perseverance? It’s not enough and never will be. The gun stops twirling within your hands at the perfect moment, its tip pointing up at your chin. You raise your hand, until its metal point touches the bottom of your mask.

You haven’t had the easiest life, but you’ve done everything you could. It was time to stop trying, knowing the end result would undoubtedly be failure. Your hand is shaking now as your finger tightens. Your eyes close and you listen to the arguing, the celebrating, the satisfaction, the anger, the joy, the rage…

It’s all so horrifically balanced, so mockingly at peace. But you can’t say the same about yourself.

Your hand falls to the ground and you drop the blaster, leg stumps going limp, head falling backwards against the wall. Maybe they’d notice the shot, maybe they’d see the smoking hole in your mask, maybe they’d take the time to remove the body...but it mattered no more to you. Your face contorts in a sickly grin and your heart stops.

An individual may die, but the Sith are Eternal.

@Nobody ​

 

[Darth Stolas]

He inclined his head at Renfry's comment, flashing a fang-toothed grin. The woman from Dathomir was a mystery to him, a puzzle to solve, he decided. Her people were secretive and their techniques to wield the Force were elaborate and strange. He might have more immediate success in searching out the knowledge himself or even just asking but, well. Where was the fun in?

"So?" He replied and met her eyes with his own, a duo of gilded coals staring her down. She pressed in and pulled back and he moved to follow, changing the step. But to steal the lead this time, to enforce it. Close now he turned and stepped left and brought Renfry with him, beginninga quick rotating step that still matched the music.

"I didn't ask about your old tricks, sòsyè," he countered with a smile right before stepping back and out and pulling Renfry with him. His hips and waist twisted and sent them both into a spin, his grip around her waist and hips intensifying without warning. Midway through the spin he lifted her, leaning back and leveraging the strength in those deceptively lithe arms of his to bring her fully up and into the air above him. His smile brightened, never looking away from her, and then she was back down a moment later and placed properly on her feet to slip back into the new step.

"There, I've shown you a trick. Your turn."

@Phoenix

 

[Renfry]

Renfry let him take the lead as they moved, following in step with him, knowing what he sought in his questions. Dathomir was a world shrouded in mystery, and she was the only gateway most would ever have to truly understand it. She savored it.

He took a quick rotating step and rather than staying up against him, took his hand and swung out wide, using the momentum to start them both into a rotation before he pulled her back in again. She followed into a spin and could feel herself lifted up off the ground as he picked her up.

Her feet touched the ground again lightly, not missing a beat as she took a quick step to her right, spinning back into him so her back was against his chest and she looked over her shoulder to look at him.

You haven't even bought me dinner yet, she said, coyly, a fire in her eyes as she looked at him. He was wild in his own way, a hint of animalistic savagery that was lingering just below the surface. She'd seen it from him before, and she was drawn to it.

That was when the moment was interrupted by the sound of a gunshot across the room and she froze. Her mind raced through the possibilities, but who would be foolish enough to attack a room full of Sith?

There seemed to be a small gathering to look at the body but there was no further sign of a struggle or combat.

What's that all about? she asked with a frown. @Mr. Teatime

 

[Alyse Ti'Varnus]

A light smile had started to curl on the edge of her lips as she continued to watch the dancing taking place in the grand hall, for all the claims of savagery that would be levied at the Sith's Doors, given the option of a life and body corrupted by the dark side in the pursuit of life pleasures and indulgences, or one of rigid compliance to the ideals of the Light. The blonde haired Sith would take the prior, even though in this instance she had elected to take a step back and observe the interactions of her kin as they celebrated their well earned victory, using it as an exercise to commit faces to memory - after all it was not a regular occurrence that she had the opportunity to mix with the wider ranks of the Sith in her line of work.

Her eyes had for the most part remained fixed on the armoured form of Emryc Thorne, the Eternal's earlier singling out of the Maraudrer living up to the legacy of the armour he wore - piquing the interest of the Blonde, the academic side of her showing great curiosity towards to the origins of the armour. That was until another had entered the hall, deliberately keeping himself to the outer fringes for now, dark hair and crimson eyes eliciting a subtle grin to curl on the edge of her lips, recognising that this Acolyte was the one who would be assigned to her.

A perfect opportunity to quietly observe her latest student, before making herself known to Davin - seemed to be on the mind of the Sith Lord, that was until a sudden singular blaster shot resonated throughout the hall. Whilst perhaps her initial reaction would be to motion for her lightsaber, Alyse instead opened her mind into the Force as she discarded her drained glass, and moved towards the source of the gun shot - deeply doubting that security would be so lax and negligent, to allow for a remnant of the Jedi lead attack to remain undetected.

Approaching the Origin of the singular shot, Alyse's brow furrowed in bemusement for the moment. As she eyed the limp body of a masked Sith laying on the floor, a smoking hole where the plasma of the blaster burst had burnt through the mask - beside all that was the blaster in question. With a sigh, and a shake of her head, Alyse removed the hooded cloak from around her neck, before kneeling down beside the corpse. Figuring that regardless of this late Sith's intentions, it wouldn't be fitting to just leave his body for all to see.

Draping the cloak over the body, before rising to her feet and manipulating the Force to first lift the corpse from the ground, before tightly wrapping the black fabric around the Sith. Pursing her lips and sighing in resignation for a moment, contemplating for a brief moment as to the how or why this Sith had elected to kill himself, was it an attempt to make a statement, was it simply the case that he just could not weather the strain of welding the dark side? Dismissing the indulgence of her curiosity, before proceeding to use the Force to levitate the body ahead of her as she paced towards one of the side rooms, just to afford this Sith some dignity in death.

 

[Darth Stolas]

Renfry spun in close, back to chest, and looked over her shoulder to speak about dinner. This close she could tell, though he was lithe like most of his kind, the muscle beneath his clothing was wound tight like durasteel cable. It rippled and coiled as he stepped back again, about to begin another step, when a shot rang across the dance floor.

His head turned toward it, eyes narrowed at the sound. He watched the pretty blonde Sith he had yet to meet walk over to a masked corpse on the ground. Smoke born of burnt flesh and metal coiled lazily up from what was left of his head, like the soul of the dead. Morgan turned back to look at Renfry, smiling just like had been a few moments before.

"Some dead man," he answered, "Perhaps they pitied the poor, unfortunate souls who broke themselves against this fortress?"

Morgan looked into the woman's eyes, head tilted slightly. "Though dinner isn't a bad idea, I think." His hands lifted slowly and deliberately from her waist, spared a sideways glance toward where Emryc had gone off to. He wasn't back yet. Morgan turned away again and stepped off, heading back toward a side door in the opposite direction.

"You're welcome to join me, sòsyè."

@Phoenix

 

[Renfry]

Renfry didn't let her mind linger on it long, instead letting her mind think about the man she was dancing with. People lived and people died, such was the way of the galaxy. That belief was why she had come to the Sith in the first place.

Dinner it is, then, she said with a smile. His hands lifted from her hips and she took a step away from him, quirking an eyebrow as he headed toward one of the doors. She wasn't sure where he was going, but she could think of far worse things than going somewhere with him.

Very well, she agreed, following him toward the door that he headed toward.

And where are we heading? she asked, curiously.