Open Social Jewel Of The Desert

[Kyssiara Serket]

Kyssiara hadn't come to the party for life advice, but she found herself appreciating Caerllion's (@LouJoVi) telepathic message all the same. It wasn't anything particularly philosophical or deep, but this was still a master-level sorcerer taking the time to at least try and keep the girl alive. Not to mention it seemed the warning would be imminently practical with at least two Sith already down for the count. "If your success is anything to go by, I'll aim to follow your example." she silently replied as the Annfyn walked away.

The Pureblood worried that number might go up to three as she returned just in time to see Darth Arcanos himself forcing another Sith into submission; a raw, awesome display of power, but also a frightening one Kyssiara was hoping to avoid completely. Keeping a wide berth from the situation, the girl walked around the fringes of the party scanning the gathered Sith for anyone she knew. It became quickly apparent that after all the time she'd spent with her master lately, she really didn't know anyone here save for the sign-casting professor, Iymril.

Kyssiara sighed; this seemed like the perfect opportunity to make new connections, but everyone she could see appeared to be occupied with the same. In lieu of that, the acolyte made her way over to the open bar and grabbed a glass of wine from a passing tray, leaning against the wall as she took a long sip. It seemed unlikely that anyone would be approaching an acolyte of no note, especially when her master had apparently just been made to look a fool. Kyssiara was intent to wait quietly, watching for an opening to approach anyone.

 

[Serene]

Maybe it was the pain or her own imagination conjuring hallucinations but as Serene felt the pressure ease, she thought she saw something on Darth Arcanos's face. She had been expecting yellow eyes, customary of a corrupted Sith or maybe to get an idea of his change in mood. But instead there were faint black veins Serene thought she saw.

Serene's gaze met his and remained silent. When he finished she bowed her head once more. "Understood." Hearing his dismissal of her she would finally be allowed to rise. "Yes, your majesty." Once it was appropriate she left to find that drink she had been trying to get before she had been violently forced to kneel and reveal so many secrets.

As she waited for her drink to be made she easily found Caerllion among the crowd especially with the King's earlier direction. Instead of a look of disdain he would be surprised to see her smiling at him. Though her normally white teeth were shades of pink and red from her own blood. (@LouJoVi )

At the bar she turned her attention to stare at her hand with the bite mark. Healing was not the type of ability Sith possessed. However blood sorcery on the other hand was something the sorceress had dabbled in. Using her uninjured palm, she willed the blood to cease its flow, coaguilate and clot the injury to halt any further unnecessary blood loss. It would be just as big a pain if she heard "you bled all over my floor Serene." Or something like that. non stop for the next few gatherings. The wound remained and would take bacta and time like anything else but at least she could still mildly pass the time for the rest of the party and not worry about passing out.

Once she took care of her own hand the Champion picked up her refilled glass and headed towards her new supervisor. Her lipstick remain smeared from before which the lady did not try to fix. "I look forward to working with you, again." This would be different since last time. Serene had not had a master in years and she doubted this would be the same as her former mentor.

@Sreeya

 

[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

Caerllion was calmly drinking his wine, while Azar questioned Serene for her vulturine habits of collecting pieces and blood of others. The Annfyn had the faint idea that the woman used this stuff for experiments. However, he had yet to know what these experiments entailed.

He also collected samples for experiments, but he had good sense. Caerllion didn’t walk around with a vial in his pocket, prepared to snatch any drop of blood that he saw in the corner of the street. Even less collecting samples in the middle of a party hosted by a Darth. Really, that woman must really be a vulture. She already had the bird brain to match the habits.

She only lacked the feathers to do it.

Another difference between them was the fact that Caerllion had informed the results of his experiments to high ranking members of the Order. If Tempest decided to open her mailbox one day, she would find a ton of emails where Annfyn reported his most recent results. It wasn’t his problem if she was too busy to answer them. Now with Azar being a Darth, the dark-haired man was also sending reports to him.

Perhaps it was due to this reason that Azar put him to oversee Serene. “Yes, my lord.” he said to the Pureblood, before turning to look at Serene. The woman approached him, a smile on her lips. He raised an eyebrow, wondering if she didn’t understand her situation. Perhaps her bird brain was showing off again.

“It seems that there is a misunderstanding, Champion.” Caerllion said, leaning against the bar. A new glass of wine in his hands. “We aren’t going to work together. I’ll oversee your work. I’ll be your boss. I’ll judge if what you do is worth of the Sith, and by consequence I’ll judge if you deserve to live. Do you understand it?” he sipped some of his drink. “I’ll tell you when we are going to work together, but most of the time I’ll only judge your efforts. You’ll tell me everything that you have done so far, then I’ll inform Lord Arcanos.” he approached his head to Serene, eyes shining red. “If you are subpar to what I expect, or you are doing a mess, well, my experiments will love to have human meat for supper. I believe that they are tired of their ration.”

“Now that we left everything clear, tell me what have you done with your experiments?”

@Sreeya @Darasuum

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar watched as Serene rose and walked off towards Caerllion. He graciously accepted the drink when Trael offered it, taking a sip.

“Of course, love, you deserve it,” Azar smiled fondly up at his partner, “You’ve arrived here entirely by your own merit and I want everyone to recognize that,” He said, getting up on his tip toes to steal a kiss. He could faintly hear the exchange between Serene and Caerllion, curious on how the Annfyn would respond. To his pleasant surprise, the man put her right back in her place. Azar could already tell the Sith Order was changing bit by bit with Arcanos slowly influencing things at the top. He could have faith in these Sith Masters and he could trust them to be methodical and efficient. Caerllion was proving himself several times over already.

“Who do you think would put up a fight if I were to storm Tempest’s little fortress tomorrow?” Azar asked quietly only so his partner could hear as he gazed over the rim of his glass towards Caerllion and Serene, “Who do you think would try to stop me while I remove her head from her shoulders and finish what Raze’s followers started?”

Trael would see unmistakable bloodlust in his eyes, the look of a conqueror where the gears began to turn. A faint grin touched at his lips as he took another sip of the wine before he invited Trael to join him to go find Vossari. Azar found Iymril (@Apollyon) and the Wrean (@Fine Dining Set ) conversing and he gave them a polite nod to finish up their topic before speaking.

“Champion Auvrit’tar,” Azar greeted, “I have been most impressed with your teaching methods. I have been following them rather closely,” He explained, “You will be henceforth be teaching at the newly reopened Korriban academy as a tenured professor.”

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Iymril]

​

Iymril had been in the middle of discussing Sith history and philosophy with Champion Khaldun when Darth Arcanos approached them. Iym would sense the Darth before turning to invite him to join their discussion. As they opened up their private discussion, they would give their superior a bow of their head in respect to his rank.

“Darth Arcanos, your partners are both deligh-”

Iymril’s words were cut off when Arcanos began to address them directly. The Sephi knew better than to speak over a Sith Lord, even if they were complimenting his taste in men. Instead, they fell silent and listened to their superior.

At first, Iymril wasn’t sure they’d heard Arcanos @Sreeya correctly. Their initial reaction was a blank one thousand yard stare as what they’d just been given sank in. Then it really hit.

Iymril’s felt their legs give out at the knees, the room spun around them. Instinctually they grasped onto the nearest thing to prevent collapsing. Unfortunately for Vossari, @Fine Dining Set this was him. The Sephi’s eyes were wide with shock as they tried to rapidly re-orient themself.

“M-my Lord!” They managed to stammer out, clearly overwhelmed. “This is the greatest of honors.” Iymril continued, a deep smile carved itself on their stoney features. Their eyes were alight with pure joy. “I will ensure the next generation are prepared and our understandings of the Dark Side only deepen.” They continued as they released Vossari and regained their footing.

Then Iymril did something they hadn’t done their entire life.

“Thank you, my Lord.” They stated with a deep curtsy.

And it was genuine.

 

[Vander]

Vander continued to mill around the room. Part of him still wanted to talk to Zira about how things had unfolded on the Wheel, but it was clear that wasn't going to be an option here, so instead he finally started heading back over to the congregation of people that had gathered around the woman who had ghosted him and, of course, Darth Arcanos.

Curiosity couldn't help but get the best of even Vander as he watched from a safe distnace, noting another Pureblood nearby who seemed to be doing the same. He didn't recognize her which meant she was likely either a Champion or Acolyte.

Keeping your head down, too? he asked her (@René). Probably smart, he said, extending a hand a moment later to her.

Corax, he introduced himself.

 

[Serene]

Scorned would be a fair word to describe how Serene felt. Not just by King Arcanos or Caerllion for his words though they stoked the embers of her disciplined hatred. The smile changed to a severe mask of cold. "Yes." She answered clearly and without emotion. It was too hard to pretend to be happy with what was going on.

Her eyes stared at her new boss's unflinchingly. She was confident in her ability to rise to the occasion and then some. That helped make her brush off the threats though they would not be forgotten. If she were in his position Serene would have probably done the same. One of the difficult things about this whole situation was she respected and even perhaps envied her so-called betters and still did.

"My experiments have revealed the nature of Darth Raze's "gift" which seems to be a dark enchantment upon the bearer. Willing or otherwise, Jedi or Sith, does not seem to matter. The samples have reacted consistently regardless of circumstance once a month. I'm pursuing knowledge I currently lack so as to begin practical trials on living organisms as soon as possible, Sith alchemy specifically. It will fill in the gaps that I have with my shadow magick. With trial and error I can make exponentially faster progress." While she had kept her own information horded away so too had everyone else which was why she wondered how much of a struggle it would be to get this done.

Her eyes found their way to glancing at the King once again as her thoughts returned to her experiments. Darth Arcanos's black veins may have been a hallucination and if they were not she doubted Caerllion would reveal anything about it, let alone to her. Serene returned her attention quickly to the Annfyn before it became a stare. The woman had enough on her plate.

"I have also been practicing necromancy as well with some success." This was as good a time as any to bring it up to the man. On Utapau she had nearly unleashed a summoned entity though the sorceress had been interrupted. "I have pulled souls into bodies as well as given them quasi-tangible form to interact with the corporeal." She doubted there were many outside of Dathomir that had successfully managed something of that ilk.

@LouJoVi

 

[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

Caerllion listened carefully to what Serene was saying. She seemed to be delving in the more mystical aspect of the exalted, while his experiments dealt with the biological ones. Interesting. The woman seemed to be more clever than he expected, but even a bird brain could muster some cleverness occasionally.

After all, don’t birds avoid predators? They would never be able to do it if they were completely dumb.

“All that is good. You seem to be very advanced in your search.” Caerllion said, before drinking some of his wine. “But I have the feeling that you aren’t telling me everything. I want all the details, every single one of them. How much success are you having? When do you plan to achieve the goals? Are they even possible to be achieved? For what end are you doing all this? How do you think that it’ll help the Sith besides being our pet project? Stuff like that.”

He leaned against the table. “I’ll give you homework. You’ll make your first report and send it to me…” he paused, thinking deeply on a date. “in three weeks. On it I want all the details that you wanted to omit, including the rituals and the answer to these questions that I made to you. Put graphics and images if necessary.”

“If in three weeks I open my mailbox and the report isn’t here, well, my creatures will love the special diner that day.” Caerllion smiled diabolically at the woman. “If I dislike what is written on it, you are going to be punished. This is something that I want to leave clear too. Fail with me two times, and there’ll be no third. If I like what is in the text, I’ll visit your laboratory to evaluate if what you have written matches reality. If not, you’ll regret having lied to me.” the Annfyn hated being deceived. If Serene tried to pull that one on him, she would end in a tube together with Omar. Waiting to become his first sentient Sith spawn.

“Did you understand?”

@Darasuum

 

[Zira Suvan]

Zira had to fight back the urge to vomit as she saw the sickening display from the Sith Lord as he crunched the bones of the tiefling. Watching the tail get ripped out caused Zira to instinctively curl her tail around herself. A shudder ran through her as she tried to keep from trembling where she stood.

Keep it together. Keep it together.

She barely heard the other tiefling talking to her. Zira looked over to study him. Their tone at watching a fellow tiefling get brutalized caused disgust at the pit of her stomach. What kind of savage monsters were these people? Zira looked at the male, briefly imagining slicing him up with a blade to see if that stupid smile would remain. Where had those thoughts come from?!

“Zira,” She said simply with a nod, “They are stitched by my master Iymril,” She said, pointing to the Sephi, “My… owner. I am not a Sith,” Zira clarified to ward off any questions about being an acolyte.

“Are all gatherings like this?” She asked, fighting to keep the fear from her tone. All of it was vulgar. But she especially noticed the acid that spread through the skin of the Pureblood that left the scene. She saw the impacts of lightning. She saw the way the acid melted away the skin. She could practically smell it without being close, and it all made her sick.

Her palms were sweaty and her tail twitched erratically, but she kept it together otherwise despite being deeply uncomfortable. Having an acolyte standing next to her with a cheshire grin through the carnage was certainly no comfort.


@Mr. Teatime

 

[Vossari Khaldun]

Voss was excited about the prospect of dissecting alchemical beasts. Throughout his time in the Sith, he had collected little souvenirs, trinkets, and trophies from different creatures across the galaxy, but he never done anything with his research. Perhaps with a coworker, someone to really shake up some ideas with, inspiration would strike him.

Azar's approach brought new information. As Vossari went to compliment Iymril on their new position, the Sephi edged closer and closer to them, as they...collapsed? Collapsed. Like a dead fish. Into his arms. Vossari had never had his personal space so interrupted by a random embrace. Is that how Karys and Trael felt those times he hugged them? It was almost revolting.

Vossari would survive this harrowing act of indecency, but not with one of those smooth, romantic dips that Trael was wont to do. Voss instead plucked their hand off of his hand, with a burning glare. "No touching." He said, voice lowered. "But CONGRATS WOW!" This Sorcerer was one to watch. A meteoric rise and the blessing of Arcanos himself. As the room broke out into cheer at Iymril's promotion, Vossari clapped along politely. Yet, he felt something different. A feeling he had missed since Karys's passing. A longing. A creeping feeling of pins and needles crept up his chest, as the weight of shame fell on his shoulders. He was envious of the rapidly developed Iymril. A smile grew to his face, as he recalled the strange tension of respect and hatred that he learned to develop for Karys.

They would be perfect.

@Apollyon

 

[Kyssiara Serket]

Kyssiara took a long sip of her wine as she noticed a younger human man approach her (@Phoenix), one of the many people she didn't recognize at the party; though, perhaps that meant he wasn't a Master who'd be itching to crush someone for looking at him wrong. There seemed to be a lot of that going around so far. His easygoing comment about laying low, followed by introducing himself as Corax, seemed to confirm he wasn't immediately out for blood.

"Kyssiara." the acolyte replied, accepting Corax's hand with their own unique four-digit one. "My master apparently got cooked alive before I even got here, so stayin' out of the way seemed the best option." she explained. "What's your excuse?" she asked in a joking tone.

 

[Trael Osso]

Trael smiled as Azar mentioned him deserving it. Hearing praise from Azar was a great feeling. It wasn’t like when everyone else congratulated him, it wasn’t out of necessity or desire to have the connection. It was genuine, and that meant everything to Trael. He tilted himself down a bit so it wasn’t as hard for Azar to steal a kiss. He took in Azar’s @Sreeya question, his own gears turning as he thought of the numerous Sith and their potential allegiances. “If we can safely count your lovers as allies, Ayomi is assured to be against us. Serene is a wildcard as I’m unsure how her mind works. Most of the newer generation of Sith view you already as the acting Dark Lord. So any enemies would be from the older generation, which besides me, you and Caer, there’s few of that haven’t disappeared.” Trael explained quietly, the only Sith he could see openly acting against Azar would be those that were shaped by or helped shape Tempests order.

Trael recognized the look in Azar’s eyes. It was the same he’d seen in visions when he meditated on the knowledge that the holocron from Andraste’s tomb granted him. It was the look of a conqueror, visualizing their next conquest. It was curious though, this look also normally proceeded when Azar’s desire would grow. Trael couldn’t help but wonder a bit if he’d have a fun night, but that was for later. Trael agreed when Azar requested he join him in finding Voss. The Wrean was in a philosophical discussion with Iymril, he stood there listening as Azar began to speak.

Azar appointed the Sephi as a tenured professor at the new academy. Trael watched as they almost fell. Since he didn’t drop them this time he was content to let nature run its course, but they caught themselves on Voss. The Wrean removed Iymril’s @Apollyon hand from them, then loudly congratulated them. Trael’s eyes narrowed slightly at this display before he began to lightly clap as well, “Congratulations, Professor. I hope you live up to the title.” He said with a nod of approval. There were many newer faces at the party. Some more interesting and potentially useful than others, but only time would tell how each carved their own story in the galaxy. One day a rising Professor or champion, the next a named corpse, or legend depending on the actions they take. This Iymril was one such person and Trael intended to try and utilize them to aid in furthering his own ambitions.

 

[Serene]

Of course the woman was not telling her new Master everything. Her whole life was focused around remaining secret and operating covertly. Now he was ordering her to tear that away and offer up the coveted work she had swet and bled for. In time she would collect the information he request and report. But in the moment it was infuriating not to mention it struck a nerve with how similar it felt to back home. It was enough to enrage some people but true to her namesake, Serene remained placid. Hearing the same threat twice did not make it any more intimidating but she restrained her judgement in equal measure.

"Understood." She answered when he was done. Waiting only a moment to see if there was anything else she would no longer have the desire to remain at the party. Now that she was working on a clock she had no time to dawdle. "If you will excuse me, Master, I have work to do." With the Annfyn's permission the witch would depart and not waste any more time.

/Exit thread

@LouJoVi

 

[Vander]

Vander took the offered hand of Kyssiara, glancing down at the four fingers in his hand but not saying anything about it. He had no idea if that was an appropriate thing to comment on and when there was an unknown like that, he often found it was better to just keep your mouth shut.

The comment about her master was... interesting, and, of course, it raised the logical next question.

And who's your master? he asked. There had already been multiple casualties of the evening and those were only the ones that Vander had seen. He guessed it must have been the other Pureblood.

My excuse is that I'd prefer to end out this party in one piece, he said. And there's a whole lot to learn just by watching people, he thought to himself. The violence that had unfolded here was a telling thing across the board.

Even now, he heard as Limerick was given tenure at one of the academies. Something that might possibly complicate Vander's own plans at the auction. Things to learn. Things to watch.

I'm sure you're already familiar with how these kinds of events can go, he added.

@René

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar pondered Trael’s answer as he spoke about Ayomi (@René ) being an enemy, “I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” He mused aloud, “Sith are forged through fire. The Champion went through a transformation tonight whether they realize it or not,” His gaze flicked to his partner, “I don’t think they’ll actively choose to be on the losing side ever again,” Azar said with a smirk as he sipped from his wine.

He watched calmly as Iymril (@Apollyon ) had their rather dramatic reaction to the news of tenure. Azar watched them grasp onto his very prickly partner Vossari, half wondering if there was going to be another casualty for the evening. The Pureblood let it play out with his sentiments clear on his face.

Azar finished his drink, his gaze flicking to Vossari (@Fine Dining Set ), “Come, darling, I want to dance with you,” He said simply, extending a hand to grasp the Wrean and whisk him away. He gave a warm smile to Trael (@Javier esschoolbus ) as he excused himself for now, wanting to have a dance with both his partners this evening. Trael and Iymril would be left alone again.

The Pureblood took the lead in the dance with Vossari, his arm sliding down to snake around the lithe Wrean’s waist, “Did you have to involve yourself?” He asked calmly as he danced and spun with Vossari, his yellow gaze meeting his partner’s, “You know he is ultimately the regent of Ur,” Azar said as he expertly twirled Vossari under his arm before tugging the Wrean so his back was pressed against the Pureblood’s chest.

 

[Iymril]

​

As Vossari peeled their hand away, Iymril’s delicate ears picked up on the Wrean’s words. No touching. It was a sentiment they could understand. Many Sith were particular about their personal space, being stabbed by a rival was something that was all too real as well.

“Right.” They replied before giving Vossari a short nod of their head. It was as close as they’d get to an apology from Iymril.

As their colleagues and superiors congratulated them, Iymril felt the tips of their ears grow flush. This relished in the attention that was afforded to them but none of that reached their face. Now with that they had recomposed themself, Iymril was as stoic as they were mere moments before.

As Arcanos took his other partner by the hand and led them off, Iymril glanced in the Wrean’s direction. “We’ll finish the discussion another time.” They stated cooly with a short nod. “And thank you again Darth Arcanos.” Iymril stated to the Sith Lord. Then their attention would return to Trael.

“Master Osso, I watched your dance with Darth Arcanos. You seem to be a natural, where did you learn?” They asked.

@Fine Dining Set @Sreeya @Javier esschoolbus

 

[Vossari Khaldun]

Vossari giddily took Azar's hand and pranced towards the dance floor. Their leg traced along the outside of Azar's thigh, wrapping his hands around his short king's waist while they flitted across the dance floor. "Wow..." He batted his long eyelashes and his pretty, brown eyes at Azar. "Sometimes, I feel like the princess." He continued to move with Azar. They felt like one on the dance floor - always had. It was their shared love of dance that brought them together on Nar Shadda. It kept them together, too, in moments like this.

He bit his plump lower lip as he considered Azar's question. Did he have to involve himself? No, but he really didn't have to do anything. "Aww, my King. You saw what I did in Ayomi - that's why you spared them at all." The weakest Sith could become the strongest. Surely, he could see that - Azar had a knack for choosing...projects. Trael was once the laughingstock of some Sith because of his bizarre and boneheaded decision around women. Now, he was a master. Vossari, too, picked fights with everybody at every opportunity. Azar could see deeper than appearances - he could sense someone's potential, even if they couldn't themself.

But, obviously, Voss wasn't selflessly defending Ayomi. "He is the regent of Ur, isn't he..." A smirk crawled to his face. "Yet, it's me you asked to join you on the desert campaign." Of course, Voss's hydromancy and their desire to spend intimate time together factored into that. Now that the door was open on this conversation, though, might as well step through. "I don't mean to judge..."

He reconsidered that instantly. "Okay, I do mean to judge. The man is like a cockroach - and not the good kind. He rides on your laurels and antagonizes everyone the moment he sees them as beneath him." Sound like anyone you know, Voss? "Okay, okay, I do that toooooo, but I think you like it when I do." Voss hoped his wit and charm and just general prettiness won him some more leniency with Azar.

"I don't trust him at all. He plays this fake-nice-guy thing and worships the ground you walk on, but the moment he sees someone as inferior he turns on them. It backfires every single time, too." Voss exhaled, taking a moment to pause. He had some lingering bitterness about Murzana, where he had chosen himself and his own life over his dedication to Azar and his role as a battlefield commander. How could they ever trust someone willing to commit treason so blatantly?

"If you have some greater plan in that big brain of yours," Voss poked his King's temple. "I believe in it completely. Just say the word, and I'll back off." He petted Azar's cheek as he let his hand fall. "I think part of you agrees with me, though. Or, maybe you're wondering: 'Who is he really? Can I really trust Trodai with the sanctity of my realm?'" Voss and Trael shared a similar opinion of Trodai - complete distrust. There were few other things they could so easily come to agreement on.

@Sreeya

 

[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

”Good.” Caerllion said, drinking what had remained from his wine. “I hope to hear from you in three weeks.” someone could even think that the smile that was on his lips was friendly, but there was a hint of cruelty hidden here. He was really going to like that job. First because it matched his area of work and he was excited to see Serene’s experiments, and second because if she failed he could still use what remains of her to his own experiments.

It was amazing!

He would properly thank Azar later for it.

While Serene walked away, Caerllion pulled his EZPhone from his pocket and typed a message. There was a detail that he had omitted from the woman when telling her how he would do the evaluation. He would also watch her daily life, see if she was really faithful to the Sith. Apparently, she was part of a coven of witches and this type of thing can easily evolve into a parallel cult. Perhaps even a rival one to the Sith.

Besides the fact that she had been hiding her experiments and still did it when he asked, it only shows that Serene is as trustworthy as Trodai was capable of not making a fool of himself.

Due to that, he was dispatching spies to follow the woman, starting now. They would see if she could be a traitor and a threat to the Order. If it wasn’t the case, he would write about her faithfulness in his reports to Azar. If she tries to betray them, well, he already warned what was going to happen.

With that solved, Caerllion grabbed another drink. This time it was a non-alcoholic one, because he didn’t want to get drunk so soon. He would remain in the bar, looking at people dancing.

@Darasuum

 

[Trael Osso]

Trael listened as Azar explained his viewpoint on Ayomi and their potential allegiance or animosity. Azar’s comments were sound, the tiefling would be hard pressed to go against Azar again after such a display from him. He gave Azar @Sreeya a nod, “I will take your word for it.” He said.

Trael gave Voss and Azar a smile as they went to the dance floor. His gaze followed as they begun to dance, before it scanned the room. He noticed that both Caer and Kyssiara were back in attendance. Trael swore he saw them with Trodai when he was taken into the medical bay. A smile formed on the humans face as his gaze noticed the intimacy in Azar’s and Voss’s dance. A pang of jealousy went through him.

He turned to regard Iymril as they inquired about his dancing. A plan came to his mind as he did. He had told Voss earlier this evening that they should wait for the opportune moment before making a strike at Trodai, and such a moment had presented itself. “I had some teaching as a child, but recently picked up my practice of it a few years back.” He answered, “Would you care to follow me? I may have a task for you, but first I need assurance.” He said as he began to walk into the palace away from the party. If Iymril followed he would lead them to the medical bay a place where a certain individual was situated.

“In this room is a pest. One that has evaded their fate for too long. I wish for you to exterminate said pest.” He said to them in a whisper to where only they would hear. “I will be your lookout. None but Arcanos himself currently would question me after his declaration.” He said quietly, giving Iymril the rundown of the plot. True to his word Trael would remain outside, while Iymril went in and handled the task.

@Apollyon

 

[Iymril]

Iym knew about learning how to dance as a child first hand, it was something all members of nobility were taught to do, no matter the species. They slowly nodded at his explanation, it was understandable. However, when Master Osso asked for them to follow him and that he had a task for them, Iymril was momentarily taken aback. Despite this they acquiesced to the Sith Master's request.

They were led to the medical bay where Master Osso explained that a pest laid within. A pest that needed elimination. This was a risk but also an opportunity. There was a faint upturn of Iymril's lips as they listened to the overview of Master Osso's plan.

"I am honored to be of service, Master Osso." They replied smoothly.

Iymril reached into their purse and plucked a pair of lady's gloves from it. They slid them on and strode into the room. Iymril would glance at the exhausted Trodai, a man who had just been unconscious from his injuries earlier that evening. They knew he would be too weak to do anything. Iymril strode over to the medical counter and plucked a vial of insulin from the cabinet and a syringe, They would fill the syringe with insulin and then walk over to Trodai's bedside.

"Arcanos sent me to ensure your comfortability." Iymril whispered so very calmly. "I told him of how I worked alongside you on the Wildcard and eliminated that wretch who assaulted you." They continued.

Then Iymril would attempt to inject Trodai's IV near the insertion point with the insulin. They smiled kindly at the wounded Pureblood as they did so.

"That will help you relax and sleep, Regent." They assured him. "I will watch over you, don't worry."

With that, Iymril would take a step back and wait for the insulin to take hold. They would watch as the life inevitably faded from Trodai's eyes. The other man had no reason to suspect a thing, with Darth Arcanos' name invoked and their own history, the story was highly probable.

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