Trodai had been doing alot of thinking since Nar Shaddaa. Since the party, where he had grown into his own. Accepted who and what he was openly. He had done some stupid things but at the same time done some incredible things, spent time with a spectacular man that night.The dance he could never forget. And those eyes of fire and passion. The Darkside incarnate, the Sith'ari treating him like royalty. And now he had him alone with him properly for the first time. Azar Kressh. A name he could not forget. He would never. He wondered if he still had his coat. Trodai had let him keep it, a momento. Of what he had done for him and to not forget him.
He had some things he wished to say, a apology among them. On clarity he now knew Karys was a King yes, fit to share his heart, wear a crown and share a kingdom with Azar but it was only Azar who was a true Sith'ari. And Trodai was proud to help him clear his name. Remove a shackle, a chain. Return the favour he had done. It was why he now waited at the star-port of Dreshdae, having managed to use his connections to smuggle him onto the planet under another alias and documentation. Toteuba Hekk iv-Sekat.
He wondered if Azar would find the name amusing and appreciated the irony of it. For Toteuba meant Fury in ur-kittat. To Trodai he was Fury and Passion so it made sense.
He was presented as a important political figure in a lesser vassal clan. A man who was known to fix unique problems with great results. It would allow Azar to escape notice for now.
He had asked Azar to come help fix a problem in particular, one he alone could not solve. For he was but a Acolyte. Azar knowledge and expertise on such matters and how to deal with them far exceeded his own. He needed his expert eyes and intuition. His knowledge. His power and awe. The fire. A newer House had sprung up and was quickly gaining traction. A outsider tribe. The Kraujas Graush iv-Saud he recalled was the name. Translated it read as the House of Blood and Fire. He just found them ridiculous upstarts. That shouldn't belong.
They had begun causing alot of issues for the other Houses. Taking land, people, resources that was not for them, stealing off the other Houses artefacts of importance. And more. Preaching heretical beliefs that contradicted the Code. The Sith. A unforgivable sin in Trodai eyes. Troublemakers, that had to be destroyed root and stem before they became too strong to stop. Any remnant of this 'cult' wiped out. Somehow they had managed to avoid drawing attention to themselves, Trodai hoped Azar could help find a way to expose them.
And make them pay in a fittingly Sith way with his help. In return he was certain it would help clear his name, or at very least no longer be a exile. To be allowed home officially.
But for now no-one needed to know just yet he was back. He knew Azar would likely prefer it that way as well. Timing was everything.
His heart beat faster in anticipation. He remembered what he told him. Home was where the heart is. He still believed that. And he desired to show him his home, his place of growth, his heritage, the springs where he found clarity and now he would perhaps explore other uses for it. Azar willing. He chuckled at the thought. He also hoped to learn a lesson or two. How to make a Sith Sword if time permitted it. It would surely be something to spend time together by a great furnace. The warmth of it and them alone for comfort. Trodai would treat him like the diety he was. Serve every desire and whim he asked. Be his.
And then he saw him. Walking like the god he was. Like Adas himself. The Darkside staring at him. Trodai eyes could not turn, they were fixated. And yet he held up the facade they were playing. Remaining calm, and as collected as he could. With Azar, was what seemed like a dozen different cases of luggage. He had already spent half the day there, but it was worth it. Just to see him, to see Azar again. And he chuckled inwardly at the absurdity of it all. He was very high maintenance. But he expected nothing less from a deity. From a Sith'ari. From Azar. The Grotthu didn't like it but they couldn't complain. Here they were nothing. Slaves to the whims of the Purebloods.
As he got closer, passing through the customs finally and walking up to meet him. Trodai spoke, flashing the biggest, cheesy smile. Bearing his teeth.
"Welcome home Toteuba. I hope your trip was pleasant, I have arranged transport to the Palace, and private lodgings. Please follow me, my mother has told the representatives of your arrival and is arranging to have them meet you tomorrow, and discuss the important matter of the Kraujas Graush iv-Saud. Please follow me. They believed a day of rest and to gather your thoughts would be your preference before starting."
He said although he knew exactly what private lodgings he would be using. His. Telepathically he spoke into Azar mind. Using what his Master, Caerllion had shown him, and show Azar what he had learnt a little in turn.
"Welcome home Azar. And to my home. I cannot wait to show you the Palace. The City of Ur. My place of birth or the springs. I am sorry for some of what I said on Nar Shadda, I was entranced within the moment. Within that dance, it was magical. Majestic."
He carried on as they walked to the landspeeder, a deluxe driven by chauffeur. Trodai keeping his promise to treat him like royalty. Still utilizing Telepathy he spoke.
"I know now in my clarity. Karys is a King yes, fit to share your heart, wear a crown and share a kingdom with you Azar. But it is only you Azar Kressh who is a true Sith'ari. Yet it's true what I said about my heart. You have it, now and always. Even if I cannot have yours. Can you forgive a mischievous fool? Perhaps we can find a suitable...punishment. For my inadequacy." He teased. He ached at the thought of it. His heart pumping. How he would love to be punished by Azar.
On the outside Trodai was the stoic warrior people on the planet knew him for. A grand masquerade. He couldn't wait until they were at the Palace. Luckily his mother and father were away for the evening. Trying to arrange for the other Houses to meet in the morning.
Trodai wasn't going to waste his time.
@Sreeya
He had some things he wished to say, a apology among them. On clarity he now knew Karys was a King yes, fit to share his heart, wear a crown and share a kingdom with Azar but it was only Azar who was a true Sith'ari. And Trodai was proud to help him clear his name. Remove a shackle, a chain. Return the favour he had done. It was why he now waited at the star-port of Dreshdae, having managed to use his connections to smuggle him onto the planet under another alias and documentation. Toteuba Hekk iv-Sekat.
He wondered if Azar would find the name amusing and appreciated the irony of it. For Toteuba meant Fury in ur-kittat. To Trodai he was Fury and Passion so it made sense.
He was presented as a important political figure in a lesser vassal clan. A man who was known to fix unique problems with great results. It would allow Azar to escape notice for now.
He had asked Azar to come help fix a problem in particular, one he alone could not solve. For he was but a Acolyte. Azar knowledge and expertise on such matters and how to deal with them far exceeded his own. He needed his expert eyes and intuition. His knowledge. His power and awe. The fire. A newer House had sprung up and was quickly gaining traction. A outsider tribe. The Kraujas Graush iv-Saud he recalled was the name. Translated it read as the House of Blood and Fire. He just found them ridiculous upstarts. That shouldn't belong.
They had begun causing alot of issues for the other Houses. Taking land, people, resources that was not for them, stealing off the other Houses artefacts of importance. And more. Preaching heretical beliefs that contradicted the Code. The Sith. A unforgivable sin in Trodai eyes. Troublemakers, that had to be destroyed root and stem before they became too strong to stop. Any remnant of this 'cult' wiped out. Somehow they had managed to avoid drawing attention to themselves, Trodai hoped Azar could help find a way to expose them.
And make them pay in a fittingly Sith way with his help. In return he was certain it would help clear his name, or at very least no longer be a exile. To be allowed home officially.
But for now no-one needed to know just yet he was back. He knew Azar would likely prefer it that way as well. Timing was everything.
His heart beat faster in anticipation. He remembered what he told him. Home was where the heart is. He still believed that. And he desired to show him his home, his place of growth, his heritage, the springs where he found clarity and now he would perhaps explore other uses for it. Azar willing. He chuckled at the thought. He also hoped to learn a lesson or two. How to make a Sith Sword if time permitted it. It would surely be something to spend time together by a great furnace. The warmth of it and them alone for comfort. Trodai would treat him like the diety he was. Serve every desire and whim he asked. Be his.
And then he saw him. Walking like the god he was. Like Adas himself. The Darkside staring at him. Trodai eyes could not turn, they were fixated. And yet he held up the facade they were playing. Remaining calm, and as collected as he could. With Azar, was what seemed like a dozen different cases of luggage. He had already spent half the day there, but it was worth it. Just to see him, to see Azar again. And he chuckled inwardly at the absurdity of it all. He was very high maintenance. But he expected nothing less from a deity. From a Sith'ari. From Azar. The Grotthu didn't like it but they couldn't complain. Here they were nothing. Slaves to the whims of the Purebloods.
As he got closer, passing through the customs finally and walking up to meet him. Trodai spoke, flashing the biggest, cheesy smile. Bearing his teeth.
"Welcome home Toteuba. I hope your trip was pleasant, I have arranged transport to the Palace, and private lodgings. Please follow me, my mother has told the representatives of your arrival and is arranging to have them meet you tomorrow, and discuss the important matter of the Kraujas Graush iv-Saud. Please follow me. They believed a day of rest and to gather your thoughts would be your preference before starting."
He said although he knew exactly what private lodgings he would be using. His. Telepathically he spoke into Azar mind. Using what his Master, Caerllion had shown him, and show Azar what he had learnt a little in turn.
"Welcome home Azar. And to my home. I cannot wait to show you the Palace. The City of Ur. My place of birth or the springs. I am sorry for some of what I said on Nar Shadda, I was entranced within the moment. Within that dance, it was magical. Majestic."
He carried on as they walked to the landspeeder, a deluxe driven by chauffeur. Trodai keeping his promise to treat him like royalty. Still utilizing Telepathy he spoke.
"I know now in my clarity. Karys is a King yes, fit to share your heart, wear a crown and share a kingdom with you Azar. But it is only you Azar Kressh who is a true Sith'ari. Yet it's true what I said about my heart. You have it, now and always. Even if I cannot have yours. Can you forgive a mischievous fool? Perhaps we can find a suitable...punishment. For my inadequacy." He teased. He ached at the thought of it. His heart pumping. How he would love to be punished by Azar.
On the outside Trodai was the stoic warrior people on the planet knew him for. A grand masquerade. He couldn't wait until they were at the Palace. Luckily his mother and father were away for the evening. Trying to arrange for the other Houses to meet in the morning.
Trodai wasn't going to waste his time.
@Sreeya
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