To The Women That Lead Us, Cheers!

[Darth Valravus]

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Sith Empire Social to celebrate Aadya Drast as the new Empress and the promotion of Zandrali Tuistco to Sith Lord, Darth Valravus. Sith Empire and Deucalians welcome.​

The ceremony had come and gone down in the capital city of Serenno. It was not too extravegant, something ostentavious would have probably been in poor taste so soon after the fall of Korriban. The new Empress, Aadya Drast, was one of two people that had a spotlight on them this evening. She was the first Drast to lead the Sith Empire in generations. At the same time, the other person who held a portion of the attention was the woman once known as Zandrali Tuistco. From this day forward she would be known by the title of Darth like the rest of the Sith Lords. Darth Valravus was her new name and she was proud of it though she thought of how much further she had to go. Titles were great, showing accomplishment and respect but she was more concerned with the actual complications. The Deucalian sith was not someone who tended to sit idly by.

Yet that was what she was doing. Hard work paid off and if the Sith Lord was given the option she would have probably continued her campaigns. But having some fun from time to time did not hurt. Usually it when she partied there was nothing but aching muscles, questions and some stranger in her bed. It had not been since Cato Nemoidia and the double feature gladiator battles Aadya and her had participated in that the Sith Lord had actually partied on her own terms.

Getting up from the balcony, overlooking the setting sun, Darth Valravus grabbed her shoes from where she had placed them as she sat. Her bare feet padded a few steps before she put them back on. Being one of the main guests at Vesna's parent's estate meant she had arrived early and also that meant the booze were not being served until just now. Making sure her appearance was suitable in one of the reflective vases the woman smiled at herself. In a heart beat of vanity she checked herself out. If looks could kill...who am I kidding. I can kill anything just fine without my looks. With that thought lingering in her mind she headed towards the landing pad to make sure the guest list was properly filled out.

The post-ceremony party was beginning. The Deucalian Sith Lord had invited several Deucalians as her own personal guests. She had met with the Jarl of Clan Stark and let her know her intentions. She wanted to show her dopplganger she was true to her word and able to actually accomplish her ambitions. Plus it would help to have them maybe become friendly once again with more traditional Imperial personnel.

G U E S T - L I S T

• Skuld Stark (@Killa Ree )
• Tagal Saxon (@Nefieslab )
• Aeron Mathis (@Zay )
• Morgan Arcas (@Pontus )
• Eithni Vala (@Raven_41 )
• Uhtred Wardruna (@Korvo ) * he has to arrive sober or else he will be kark-faced in two minutes after entering the door

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B L A C K - L I S T

• Any Hutts, Chevin, or Gungans
• Anybody with a bounty on their head
• if someone with a bounty comes have them meet Darth Valravus on the balcony

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N O T E S

• Stock lots of mead
• Keep an eye out for suspicious house plants
• Hutts, Chevin or Gungans can enter for a price

• Darth Valravus commlink #: 184-0455
• Only call in the event of an emergency (unless you don't want to have kids)

After double checking that she nodded at the straight faced reception droids that manned the landing pad. Everyone else that was Sith personnel could just show some identification and invite to come in though several of them would not have to worry about that since they were well known enough. But those were the exception rather than the rule. This was private property after all.

There was a pool, a bar, a dining hall, Vesna's parents seemed to have it made. Must be nice to be royalty and have luxurious place to call her own. Darth Valravus wanted that same comfort for herself, someday. But tonight was about hopefully getting drunk, celebrating her current accomplishments and spending time with her peers in what would ideally be a booze fill, drug buzzing, gambling and maybe even violent night of fun.

Spoiler: dress

Spoiler: face & hair

 

[Mid Samekh]

The Logos entered the atmosphere of Serenno and flew over the beautiful planet. It was pretty funny being here again. Last time Mid was here he and a Tiss'shar blew up a bunker and rescued some politicians. To think that was almost a decade ago. He felt older than he already is.

He finally reached the landing pad and the ship touched down. Mid stood by the ramp and waited for it to lower. This was probably one of the very, very few times he was outside of armour outside of his personal quarters. Instead he was dressed in a black suit with a red bowtie, feeling and most likely looking like a total cake. He wasn't used to these suits. He was used to armour or robes...at least the fitter told him that he looked nice so that was a confidence boost.

That didn't mean he was entirely out of his element. His lightsabers were hidden on his person along with his knife. He couldn't find a place to hide his pistols otherwise those would be on his as well. Same with his Lanvarok. With a deep breath he walked down the ramp towards the entrance. Some other guests with very exquisite outfits were ahead of him, some being stopped by the protocol droid by the door. He kept his pace, towering over just about everyone around him...then he was stopped by the droid.

"Identification, sir." it said in its monotone voice. Mid's face curled into a frown and his golden eyes stared right through the droid. "Come again?" he asked coldly. "Only Sith Empire members and authorized VIP's allowed. Identification, sir." the droid explained and repeated. Mid was floored. "I'm most likely the only Sith Pureblood at this party..." he said with an odd calmness in his voice. But the irritation was clear as day. "Identification, sir." the droid said again.

With a growl Mid fished for his datapad and flashed his ID. The droid moved aside and let him pass. Mid marched past the droid with burning golden eyes. "Identification..." he grumbled under his breath. Inside he took a second to look around and admire the architecture. "Oh..." he said softly as he took the beauty of the building in. "And I thought the outside was nice." he muttered, taking a few steps into the building.

His eyes quickly found the bar and after straightening his suit out it was decided. He needed a drink...

 

[Tagal Saxon]

Tagal felt naked without his armour and not in the fun way.

While not as attached to his armour as some Mandalorians he knew, Tagal would be the first to admit that it had been quite some time since he had been out and about without his helmet on. He had gotten his beard trimmed for the occasion because, apparently, he and his wife were on the guest list.

Apparently his wife knew this weird half-and-half Sith Lord woman who was also an Ice Brain.

He held out the invitation to the guard and they were waved through. None of them seemed to give him a second glance and he supposed it was nice to be able to take off his armour and be recognized as a successful businessman and inventor of weapons rather than just another Mandalorian.

"Remind me how we know this woman again?" He asked Skuld, "Or is this one of those people that you know that I've never met before?"

He hoped it was that second one because if it was someone he had met...? Well what an impression that had made, right?

@Darasuum @Killa Ree

 

[Eva 'Skuld' Stark]

Once again, Skuld, renamed Eva Stark, had been invited to something that she was not typically prepared for. Something that had been the promise of an alliance before... and now, promised so even more if she dared to think so. But nothing was set in stone, not even for Deucalians. And though Eva smiled at the invitation, there was little else to her expression. The woman was moving up in her witch society; there was some speculation that perhaps the former Crusader turned Darth had had her eye on the Empress, but Eva knew that to impress the right members of a party, she had to dress in a certain way.

And in order to do that, she had to be perfect.

The dress was a simple black silk number, draped lightly over shoulders and hinting at curves that were usually well-hidden by armor. In lieu of war paint or dark makeup the Jarl so typically seemed to layer on, the look seemed almost... normal. If she were in any other party, with any other crowd, she would have seemed a typical elitist member of Imperial society. Long dark hair was now kept unbraided, and heels tapped lightly on the floor as she kept pace with her husband. Her husband. Still a strange notion... but not unpleasantly so. Icy blue eyes shifted towards him, and for a moment the smile warmed... then remained as a slight curve to her lips.

She had to hide a smirk at his shock at her appearance earlier; she had seen him in a suit earlier, but she wouldn't be shy to admit she was almost tempted to skip this invitation and drag him back to the galleon to make up for some lost time... or some other excuse to be close.

"Darth Valravus vas the one that wanted an alliance on Ando Prime," she leaned in to murmur into his ear, mindful of her balance. No matter how long she had worn heels, she loathed the things... though she had to admit, there was some merit to how much better her legs looked. Besides, the long hair also covered her shoulders and middle back; it was a pleasant feeling to be unbound for once.

Her stride was tall, matching his, but she also knew several had raised brows at her appearance. For it wasn't the height, though she stood taller than most, almost on par with their host. Nor was it the armband which glinted in the ambient light on her bicep, a gift of Tagal's. Nor was it her poise.

No.

Rather, it was the distinct curve to her belly, of which she did not bother hiding. These days, it wasn't worth the fuss to cover or hide; she was definitely pregnant. She was in public. And they were in the estate of someone that did not disguise their initial attraction... what would this Darth think now, she wondered in amusement, the smile flaring to a smirk on her lips. For most, perhaps, it was a scandal to dress as such, but Saxon knew how she was. The temperature here was too warm for her to wear what most dubbed decent, and she was past the point of caring.

"And she is... quite the woman," she rumbled in amused tones, eyes settling on the Sith Lord ahead of them with a chuckle. Tonight promised fun... and though there were some things she couldn't partake in as indulgently as she had before, she had ways and means still of having fun.

@Nefieslab @Darasuum

Spoiler: dress

Spoiler: face and hair

 

[Amur]

Amur stared pondering on the possibilities of using the force to channel the energy of the sun and direct it at the sodding protocol droid's head.

"Identification, Madam" The droid said in it's traditional tone of artificial cordiality and pleasantry. Amur just wanted to get along, she wasn't much in the mood for waiting or lines, or well anything. The Empress was going to be at this party, a new Sith Lord was going to be here along with potential a slew of high ranking members of the Empire, to go along with it. Still it would just be a waste of both time and energy to fight this programmed piece of needless bureaucracy. She showed her ID. The droid allowed her to pass and Amur left one last nugget for the droid to think about.

"I do hope one day you achieve enough self awareness to realize how useless you are." Moving on in a brisk walk up to the manor. It was quaint and lovely in a old world type fashion. It looked like at one point it was owned by the type of people who wrote exhaustively long essays detailing why they and their pureblood was superior to the common peasant, and perhaps it was still was. Atleast they had good taste in architectural design.

Amur wasn't like most guests here mainly due to the fact that while most people wore nice elegant dress and evening wear, she still wore her Sith robes and helmet. In other events she tried to hold the appearance of elegance but facades are tiring to hold, and given that the last few parties she had been to involved some degree of bloodshed or murder, she figured it would be pragmatic for at least one person to be ready for a fight. Granted if someone was actually dumb enough to attack a place that was this saturated with Sith, they would perhaps win the award for stupidest git in the galaxy. In some ways Amur hoped someone was indeed that stupid, imagine all these Sith directing their combined power to one person now that would be a show.

Unlike say Zeltros though the atmosphere was much nicer quiet enough to allow you to think and converse, but still enjoy oneself. As Amur walked into the interior of the estate which was just as lovely as the outside. It remind her a bit of the winter estate her family had back when she was still Skyler Targrin, which in a way made Amur want to see this place burn but she could hold that in. She approached the bar walking inside glad to find it wasn't too populated when a familiar sight graced the eye slits of her helmet. Mid Samekh (@KinkyPrawn) was here in an a suit that just looked absolutely adorable on the pureblood, like a lion wearing one of those embarrassing costumes that some cat owners insist their pets wear.

"Much nicer than the Coruscant underground, huh?" She said in what almost sounded like a playful pur, now putting one hand on her hip as she eyed Mid. A part of her could just eat him up like a lovely steak cooked bloody as hell. In a past life she would be just falling for him, but someone had already made sure to crush any love that was in her heart, this was now just an avenue to potentially get a leg up.

@Darasuum @KinkyPrawn

 

[Eithni Vala Stark]

Of all the people in the galaxy, did Eithni not expect her to be actually invited to a fancy social celebration, and then from the Sith. If it hadn't been Zandrali and anyone else from the Sith that had invited her to a gathering, would she never have shown herself to the place. Actually, if it hadn't been for Skuld telling her that Darth Valravus was Zandrali, had Eithni never accepted the invitation as the Nightsister still didn't truth the Sith as a whole. At least her mother would be there as well, so she wouldn't be completely alone.

Eithni entered the atmosphere of Serenno as she headed for the ginormous estate's landing path in her small fighter she borrowed from the Stark hanger. She has to admit, it was still weird to fly a ship, all the buttons she has to remember, not to mention landing. The small ship came rather wobbling towards to landing path with a bit of a panicking young witch inside the cockpit "no no no, you stupid ship, land there! No, not over there! There!" Yelled Eithni annoyed as she tried to control the ship to the place she wanted to land, instead of near the edge of the whole landing pad.

At last, in the end, she managed to land the ship the correct spot, though with a bit of a difficulty and a pretty rough landing. "Yes! Didn't crash my first landing!" Cheered Eithni happily shooting her hands up in the air. Actually, getting out of the ship was simple enough and with graceful landing on her feet, she closed and locked the little ship. Turning her head at the estate, a long "waauw" came from Eithni, now really realizing how big the place was. A couple of other ships had already arrived... uh, maybe mom was there already!

Skipping across the landing pad with her hands behind her back, she headed for the entrance, only to walk directly into something hard, making her trip and land on her bum due to looking everywhere else than where she actually was going. "Ouch" exclaimed the witch surprised, rubbing her sore spot on the head and looked up at a droid who looked back down at Eithni. "Identification madam," asked the monotone voice, waiting for Eithni to reply.

"Madam? My name isn't madam," said Eithni very perplexed and got up on her feet. "Identification madam," asked the monotone voice again. "My name isn't madam, it's Eithni!" Replied the witch stumping her foot hard down in the ground, both very confused and annoyed by the stupid droid, who kept on calling her madam. "Please confirm Identification madam," asked the droid again, not effected at Eithni's annoyance. "I'm not called madam you stupid thing! see!" Huffed Eithni now really irritated and pulled her invite out and shoved it into the droid's face.

"identification confirmed. Welcome Eithni Vala Stark, you may enter" said the droid suddenly. "See! Told you, stupid droid!" Said Eithni and just matched passed the droid very irritated and confused. Whoever made that droid call her madam would be in serious trouble!

When the witch entered the estate, got the girl blown away by how much room there was, who would need such a big place?! Too open for her liking. Unlike everybody else who had really fancy formal attire, didn't Eithni understand why everyone dressed fancy as she arrived in her normal Nightsister clothing. Though, without any warpaint on her face.

Quite a few people seemed to already have arrived at the place, but the first people Eithni noticed was her mom (@Killa Ree) and ran excited over to greet her by levitate from the floor and fly over to her. Eithni swung her arms around Skuld's shoulders and throat, hugging her tightly from behind, still making sure she isn't pushing her mom to the ground. "Hi mom, missed you!" Greeted Eithni, Skuld gleefully.

@Darasuum @KinkyPrawn @Killa Ree @Nefieslab @Caught in Strangereal

 

[Tagal Saxon]

Yeah the Sith Lord (or was it Lady) looked like a character alright but it was good to know that he hadn't actually met her yet so it wasn't weird for him to not actually know who the hell she was. Sure, he knew about her in the vaguest of terms but knowing she was an "up and comer" in the Sith Empire was hardly the same as even vaguely knowing her from a single conversation after all. Good to know he hadn't forgotten her.

He doubted she was the type that got forgotten after all.

"Well glad I haven't forgotten a previous meeting with her - that would have been embarrassing."

Tagal spotted the movement out of the corner of his eye. With reflexes born of training, combat and many cases of almost hammering his own digits at the forge, Tagal grabbed Eithni by the back of the collar of her outfit. Pulling back hard, he pulled her back and away from Skuld before she could lock in the hug. His other hand reached out and grabbed a flute of alcohol from a nearby server.

Smashing the glass against the tray, he held it like a knife.

"The kark are you trying to do, witch?" he seethed as he glared at Eithni before what she said clicked and he let go of her and looked between her and Skuld, "... the shite do you mean MOM?! Skuld - the feck have I married into that you have a flying Goth child?!"

You think you know a person.

@Darasuum @Killa Ree @Raven_41

 

[Mid Samekh]

Mid perked up and a small smile formed on his lips. He turned his head to look Amur over. Now he felt like an idiot for not coming in armour or robes. "Same people different outfits." he said with a shrug. He threw a shot of whiskey down his throat then leaned against the counter to face her with folded arms. "You know you could have dressed up, gotten a nice dress, all that nonsense. It would have made me feel better because now I'm feeling like an idiot for coming in a suit." he said casually, making some small talk with the young Sith. It would be a much better way to pass the time than drinking it away...though it might be a little bit of both before the night is over.

You want something to drink? Their selection here is quite impressive. I didn't think they had the stuff I like here but surprisingly they do." he commented, turning to face the bar again and ordering another round.

A commotion behind him caught his attention. A man was holding a girl in the air by the collar of her very out-of-place dress right in front of the new Sith Lord. His outburst didn't go unnoticed as well. "Can't say I've ever seen a Nightsister in the flesh before. Quite fascinating, I must say." he commented casually as he looked at the commotion. The man, on the other hand, also proved quite curious as well. He looked as uncomfortable in that suit as Mid if not more. But there was something else...this man wasn't even remotely Imperial. He was different. Same with what Mid assumed was his wife beside him.

If that little commotion escalated at all then things would be getting a lot more interesting tonight. He might just join in if it proved worth it. But for now he was happy with Amur's company.

@Caught in Strangereal

 

[Eva 'Skuld' Stark]

One thing was for sure; the man she married was clearly a winner. She chuckled at his comment, arching a brow. She was about to comment when something seemed to attack out of nowhere; she had reacted just as Tagal had, freezing with arm mid-strike when she realized Eithni had been caught when she had been her usual mischievous self, and had apparently attempted to flying tackle-hug the woman in her usual aggressively sweet manner.

She tsked at the girl, lowering from her stance to cross her arms. She was caught between letting loose a laugh--hardly appropriate-- or scolding. Also not really the best option. But Tagal's response merely made her arch her brows, one hand settling over her stomach and the other to her hip.

"You know vhat you married, Tagal Saxon," she replied, but amusement seemed to glint in icy eyes at the comment of a flying Goth child. "And I mentioned a ward; this is she. An addition to Clan Stark, Eithni." Her eyes met the witch's, and parental disappointment glinted in them. "And you, young lady, vere meant to tell me where you were. You didn't."

She then regarded the Sith slowly, with a head-to-toe expression inscrutable and distant. "Fascinating is one way to put it," she quipped, then gave a nod to Amur. The last she met the woman, she was intent to lose a hand.

Seemed she kept it.

Her lips twitched at the thought that the mead hadn't even begun to pour, and already the sharp things were being pulled out. "Now then. Drinks, anyone? It is the one thing I cannot take, anyhow." Her expression seemed wistful, and a soft sigh slipped from her lips.

@Nefieslab @KinkyPrawn @Raven_41 @Darasuum @Caught in Strangereal

 

[Eithni Vala Stark]

Feeling the sudden hard pull at the back of her collar of her hooded cloak, made her release a sharp "yelp" sound and looked surprised at Tagal. "Ouch~ what did you do that for?! Let me go!" complained Eithni as she stared at Tagal for stopping her in hugging her mother. She continued to stare at Tagal defiantly not being the least scared of the man.

Then the name hit Eithni, Tagal. That was the name Skuld said she was having the baby with. Wait~ that's Tagal?! But he's so mean! When he released his hold on her, she poked her tongue out at him, acting very much like a defiant child to a parent. However, she quickly stopped and did a small twitch when Skuld spoke in her now a bit too familiar disappointed motherly tone making Eithni suddenly look very guilty. She gave Skuld a sheepish smile, in hoping that would get her out of trouble with her mother, unlikely though. "I wanted to! But, I~ kinda broke my holoprojector... but it wasn't my fault! My Rancor played a bit too rough and shook me off and I, sortakindalandedonmyholoprojector" mumbled Eithni, hoping Skuld wouldn't hear the last part.

Eithni even pulled her hood over her head to hide her face, and then finally, "I'm sorry mom... please don't be mad at me!" begged the young witch, really wanted a hug from her mom as she looked up at Skuld with her piercing red ruby eyes.

As wild and mischievous the witch was, even murderous, had Skuld always been able to control the girl the most. Even the matriarch of her Nightsister clan, who raised Eithni didn't have that much power over the child. Then again, it might be because of how much Eithni adored and looked up to her mom as this being who could never be defeated.

@Darasuum @KinkyPrawn @Killa Ree @Nefieslab @Caught in Strangereal

 

[Darth Valravus]

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Arriving at the bar she raised an open hand and her palm was met with a prepped cool crystal glass. Inside was an old deucalian beverage made with juniper and was meant as an aperitif. Since nobody had arrived for awhile she felt it was appropriate to consume something slow and steady. Ale always made her want to gulp back continuously and other spirits she just shot. But this drink she had made sure was available was the one beverage she would sip slowly and enjoy. It reminded her of her father and the times they had when she still had a family, a clan.

Taking a few sips she saw one, two, three, and more people begin to trickle into the party. If various arrivals did not have co-pilots or needed their ship parked there were droid pilot valets capable of moving their vessel to a temporary location. The one person that first drew her eye was her look alike. Though these days they continued to look more and more different. Darth Valravus's height and muscular definition was greater than Skuld's but the Jarl of clan Stark also was showing a bit. (@Killa Ree )

The Sith Lord was then looking between the fact that Skuld was pregnant and also the man she was with. (@Nefieslab ) So THAT must be Tagal. Mmm, like to chisel me a piece of that of that rock- But her thought was interrupted by a young dathomirian woman shouting a greeting at her doppelganger. (@Raven_41 ) She seemed familiar but the Deucalian could not place her. Then of course there was the fact that the man, she believed was Skuld's Mandalorian's spouse, grabbed the young nightsister and held broken glass practically against her throat. Oh float me this is already going to be a great friggin party! A smile crept on her mouth at the prospect of bloodshed. Her Deucalian nature meant she could not help but expect violence when drinking heavily. Though most of her people did not take that to go so far as to using weapons. Normally it was just a slug fest.

As things seemed to calm down between the trio in front of her Valravus's differently colored eyes locked with Skuld's. An open hand raised to make a small and playful finger wave letting Skuld know she noticed the scrutinizing gaze she had was receiving. The act was also supposed to be a subtle open invite to the clearly open bar.

 

[Tagal Saxon]

Tagal stared at the witch.

Then he turned to stare at his wife.

"Did you decide to adopt the poster child for angst-ridden-daddy-issues-Goth Girl on purpose or was that just a happy accident?" he joked with a sigh as he dropped the broken glass and released the kid, "Please, by the grace of every God ever made up, let this be the only one of your 'children' who turns into such a cliche at least."

He snatched another glass but this one to drink from rather than shatter and attempt stabbings with. Tagal hummed once at his wife as he took a drink.

"Yeah I married into this weirdness - I still get to be surprised by it at times, alright?" he teased her before glancing to where she was looking, catching sight of a large woman waving back at her.

He paused.

"Is this the part where you reveal that the Sith Lord we're here to visit is your ex-girlfriend whom you know as your favorite old Sub?"

Would he be surprised?

Only a little bit at this point.

@Darasuum @Killa Ree @Raven_41

 

[Amur]

"I usually do, I even have this utterly ridiculous mask to go along with it, but lately all the parties I've been to tend to end in bloodshed." Amur replied to Mid looking at him and having a hidden smirk over how he felt like a Idiot. "If it makes you feel any better you look like a cute idiot. No one would be able to tell that you could level an entire city block." She couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Mid in a suit engaging in a firefight like the one in they fought in Coruscant. A part of her wished that Mid could see the shrewd shit-eating grin she had, but she kept her face hidden for a reason. Amur hated the stares she often got, the questions the conversations everyone treating her like a freak. She rarely showed often only when she felt like she could use it to her advantage. There was only one person who seemed to have an understanding and acceptance for her face.

Amur took Mid's suggestion and started to rack her mind on what to drink but after only 3 seconds her train of thought was interrupted by the most amusing commotion. A man was holding a Dathomirian nightsister,with a shank to her throat, it seemed like the witch was trying to hug her mom which was... was that Eva? Last time she saw her was on Zeltros right before Amur started a ruckus at a bladeweaving table and got blackout drunk. Nice to know the Deucalian was still around, wait. Was that pot belly always there? Watching the exchange unfold between the three it started to click in her brain making all of this even more fun, seemed like the Deucalian had a thing for the quirky and odd. Mid was just as interested and had commented on it, a little too loudly though. Still Amur was glad she always had a respect for anyone that could put people in their place, have that kind power to throw around. Especially in that wonderful thick accent Eva had.

When Eva recognized her and nodded, Amur waved with her left hand, the same one she drove a knife into that crazy wild night she had met her. "Mischievous, troublesome and fun is the way I would put it." Amur said adding her two credits to the exchange before turning back to the bar pondering over what to drink, and partly wishing that Eva could also see the sideways smirk she shot as she said her last line. It was one of the things that she had envy for from her past life as Skyler Targrin. Facial expressions often being some of the most entertaining ways that people could hint at what was on their mind, she even remembered getting complimented on it...

"You know what the most beautiful thing about you is Skyler? It's not those vibrant blue eyes that are like staring into the sky, it's not that soft blond hair, or even your smile: it's the fact that I can look at your face and see those eyes, and your smile and know what your thinking. You wear your heart on your sleeve and right now as you bite your lip and stare I can tell what it's saying. I love you." Dexter softly spoke at almost a whisper to Skyler. Skyler's heart was pounding feeling like it was about to rip it's way out of her chest and she didn't dare blink. Dexter started to lean and Skyler practically lunged at his face to take a long impassioned kiss that seemed to make all time stop around them.

The memory was one of the sweetest Amur ever had as she relived the almost electric feeling of it but remembering that caused her mind to travel down a path she tried so hard to bury and never revisit again, yet subtly without realizing it, the images where coming back to her mind and it seemed like there was nothing Amur could do to stop it.

Skyler could feel the cloth gag around mouth bound so tightly that she felt like she could puke at any time. Her arms and legs tied down with barely any slack causing her limbs to start going numb. She was in a place where she always felt safe, a winter escape from all the frustrations and defeat that seemed to litter her time in the Coruscantian government. She was staring at the same man who told her "I love you", the same man whom she felt like she could share anything with. A person who seemed to know her more than herself, and after years of going nowhere and making enemies he had felt like her only ally. Now his sweet smile felt like a river rapid of malice.

"There it is Skyler! My favorite part about you. I can tell exactly what your thinking. The pathetic quivering of your entire body and that delightful look in your eyes I know what your saying 'why? why?'. It was what was on Skyler's mind and the fact he was right and was even mocking her with that impersonation just made her feel powerless. Tears where starting to form and ferment out of her eyes as Dexter continued on. "You want to know what I really think of you? Your a slut. Not the typical one though you're damaged goods. You were kicked around and moved from one place you didn't belong to another. Those sluts are so easy to get. All it takes is for someone to come along and act like they care, to laugh at your awful jokes and listen to your insignificant problems that you think are the world over. To say "I love you the way you are" and "I understand". You were so deprived of that, that meant that was all it took for you to spread your legs."

The words slashed Skyler's heart as she started to uncontrollably wept. She wished that this was just a dream, something that she could wake up from and forget about, but it wasn't. It kept going each second feeling like agonizing torture that got longer and longer. Her head growing incredibly heavy staring vacantly into the ground. Skyler's mind was now a mess of introspection and abusive thoughts. She wanted this to end she wanted to disappear, to fade into nothing.

"It was fun while it lasted, but you just are more trouble then your worth."

Reality snapped back into place again as Amur found her self staring off into nothing. She could feel the shiver of the dark side, it didn't feel like power though, or passion. It felt like embarassment and shame. Realizing she may have just caused an unexpected surge or something. Did anyone notice? Or did Everyone notice. It felt like a million eyes were on her whether or not that was actually true. Why did this have to happen now? In front of all of these people? She was a Sith! Or atleast pretending to be one. Weakness was not tolerated and her she let her her stupid feelings, the feelings of that idiot. Get ahold of her and control her. You're not a Sith. You're just lying to yourself. A dark set of intrusive thoughts clouding her mind. She wanted to leave but just felt so tired. All the energy seemingly drained out of her rendering her trapped at her seat. Desperate to leave yet unable. The world felt hollow, there was no feeling other than that pain in her chest and tight death grip around her throat.

For any onlookers Amur was staring off towards nothing in particular. To Amur she was staring off to the abyss, desperately wishing she could vanish.

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[Mid Samekh]

Mid sat beside Amur at the bar enjoying his drink. Usually the silence would bother him to hell and back but in this case it wasn't so bad. He cast a glance over to Amur who seemed to be in her own world right now. His attention was drawn away when the newly appointed Sith Lord sat down a seat or two down ordering some odd looking drink. It actually looked rather tasty. "I think congratulations are in order, Lade Valravus." he said with a smirk. The title of "lady" really didn't suit the Deucalian Sith. If anything she was a "lord" though that also didn't seem to fit her so well. He would just stick with his usual professional titles and see where that goes.

Their attention shifted to the trio starting things already. Thankfully it started to settle down and instead gave way to some back-and-forth banter between the two women and man. He opened his mouth to say something when he felt the rippling through the force. It only grew stronger and he finally figured out it was Amur. He turned to look at her with a small frown. He could feel the anger, pain, heartache and a whirlwind of other emotions flowing through the girl. Usually it would be fine, but in this case it was not only spontaneous but out of place as well.

"Amur!" he said sternly, which seemed to snap her out of her thoughts. He stared at her for a second or two, waiting for a reaction. But it never came. She just sat frozen in place. He placed a hand on her shoulder, still looking at her. "Hey, you alright?" he asked softly, not wanting to draw any more attention to them.

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[Eva 'Skuld' Stark]

The look the Deucalian Jarl had given Eithni had made guards flinch and Warlords bend a knee. Arms crossed, icy disappointment seemed to roll off her in waves. The mood was broken, however, when Tagal mentioned something of stereotypical trouble children... and just like that, the icy mask broke, and a reluctant chuckle parted from her lips. "Nei, she is the only adopted one..." she muttered quickly, but another movement caught her eye. The waving of Darth Valravus, or rather, as she still thought of her. Zandrali.

She smirked, and offered the woman an affirmative wink in return. Though she couldn't indulge, surely her husband and companions would, and be wild about it too. There was nothing quite like a Deucalian mead anyways...

She smirked at Tagal, lips turned up at the corners as they continued on, slating Eithni one warning glance that they would talk later as they continued on.

But...

Call it a sense. An intuition. When Amur suddenly turned away, it was the posture, the expression perhaps, even through a mask. Even though the Pureblood seemed to know the woman, Skuld knew the look. She did not need coddling, or a gentle voice. Sitting around touching shoulders was all well and good, but the woman needed to break back into reality. Whatever it was, it was the past holding her, not anything easy to snap out of. Sometimes, even she had difficulty getting past the more difficult aspects of... whatever it was.

So as they passed, she slightly nudged the woman, her voice low in her ear. "I cannot drink now.. but drink in my stead, ja?" before giving a brief nod to the Sith to carry on, eyes settled purely on one person only. Their host... Darth Valravus. She skated Tagal an amused smirk once more, and another chuckle slipped past her lips, icy eyes glinting with amusement... and something else.

"Nei, an ally. But glad to know you're finally learning I am better at being top," she replied, before they approached, and she let loose another sigh. "At the gate of the Gods but denied entry," she joked, waving a hand to all the bottles lavishly displayed. Just whose manse was this, anyways? She never pegged Zandrali to be one for such... elegant excess. She glanced at the woman, then tilted her head slightly.

"I'm impressed."

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[Eithni Vala Stark]

Poster child for angst-ridden-daddy-issues-Goth Girl? What? That was a very weird thing to call her... cliche?! The word made her scoffed at him, and she didn't even get to hug her mom or at least a hello from her. She even got in trouble and blamed Tagal for getting into trouble. "At least I'm not an old grumpy man" grumbled Eithni with a venomous and icy glare at Tagal much like one Skuld could give. Hey, kids took after their parents in many aspects.

She decided she didn't really like Tagal at all, he was rude, mean and grumpy, just like an old man and she blamed him for getting into trouble. She followed her mom for now, as she didn't really know what to do. She had arrived and was here now, so what now? Were they gonna just going to talk boring grown-up stuff? That would be extremely boring, uh Drali was the one who invited her, maybe they would release a great beast they would all have to fight! Drali was so fun hunting and fighting the great Rancor beasts with, which brought her mind to the enormous fire breathing beast of death and that just made her smile even more. She just got to ask Drali about it later.

Standing beside Skuld, she looked at the other guests, a very big red-skinned man, uh he looked just like Hask! *I wonder if they're family* thought the witch as she looked at Mid, "you look just like Hask! Are you his brother?" Asked Eithni innocently with a sweet smile, having no filters as she just said what was on her mind most of the times. Then there was a completely covered woman, or at least she thinks it's a woman, not sure how she felt about her.

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[Uhtred Wardruna]

This... was just not his scene. Uhtred had been to places that were considered 'classy' before. That was usually just coreworlder jargon to mean 'boring'. Several outings had brought the young Battle-Master to worlds like Coruscant's towering cityscape before, and Uhtred not only felt out of place, but he just didn't find them appealing... at least when not a target for some pillaging, at least. Perspectives.

But this day was a special occasion, few as they were. And if nothing else, then Uhtred was at least prepared to look the part as a participant in the impending celebrations. The hair along the sides of his head had been shaven, albeit not entirely. The hair that remained long was combed back and tied into a ponytail down his back. His beard was still there, there was no way he'd have parted with it, but he wore a tieless vested suit without the jacket. It was simple attire, and about as comfortable as he could get, given the circumstances.

Uhtred had been seated near the bar, but slumped in his seat. He didn't know if it was a concentrated effort or just happenstance, but he'd been warned repeatedly from drinking. To make it worse, that was the one thing Uhtred was actually looking forward to. Fancy worlds might be stuffy and rigid, but they imported just about any kind of ale, mead or spirits one could imagine... and now it had gotten pulled from him due to something that had apparently happened a while back that he couldn't even remember. But, this night wasn't about him, it was about one of his own who had achieved greatness among the Sith.

A server was walking past the bar, and at about that time, a crash resounded from behind Uhtred. He didn't bother to look, he could guess what it was all on his own. Somebody tripped. Or bumped into someone else and fell. Or just up and dropped dead - he really didn't care enough to confirm, and it could have been either of those things for all he knew. But what was decidedly more important to him was that the server placed his tray down onto the bar, nearby Uhtred.

Uhtred's eyes beamed in cautious interest; at this point, everyone was involved in their own affairs. He could scarcely get a whiff of the aroma, but he could tell what it was. Whiskey... no, not whiskey... Bourbon? No...

Brandy...

Alderaanian? No... no the color was wrong. It needed to be amber, like a sunset hue. This brandy was crimson. Vasarian brandy, perhaps? No, not that either. The shade was too deep and clear. Vasarian brandy was browner, more opaque. But the more Uhtred wondered, the more his eyes shifted about, all until a grin worked its way onto the corner of his mouth. It would be just one sip, and besides, this was a scholarly pursuit of curiosity and enlightenment. It would have been intellectually irresponsible of him not to at least take a sip...

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[Amur]

Deep in her thoughts as it seemed like an unending wave crashing into her head receding and then crashing back with just a bit more force each time. The same points repeated and repeated going from suggestion to new reality. The Sith wasn't in a good place yet felt powerless to do anything about it. Then she felt someone touch her shoulder. It caused her to jump a little bit as it felt like her fight or flight mechanism was now engaging. She felt violated by the simple touch like a barrier had been crossed and was now invading her very being. What could be processed for the sith's mind was an overwhelming desire to be alone, to be in the darkness and just disappear from it. Yet at the same time their was a vice tightly gripping her throat and a heavy weight that had been tied to Amur's chest that dragged her down and immobilized her.

A nudge then almost caused Amur's head to crank over to the side. A low thick deucalian accent now flooding into her ear. Eva had now spoken to her. It jarred her from her current stream of thoughts as the Sith then remembered. Social party, Serenno, Valravus, Deucalians. Starting to regain her bearings still shaken, she nodded back to Eva. A drink sounded nice, maybe a mead or two would be nice. Amur made note to actually get a means for contact for Eva, there was a lot with that woman than what was at face value.

Amur looked to bar."Mead... please" The words were faint, as it was a struggle just to say those two simple words. This was going to be a long night. Though she now had a glass of mead staring at her as she tried to work up the appetite to drink. Contemplating if she wanted to reveal her face. Luckily life had provided a kick in the form of the witch loudly and so intrusively inquiring about Mid. It caused mid to finally release his grasp on her shoulder. The excited energetic nature of the Witch's delivery like sandpaper against Amur's brain causing a brief flicker of rage inside her. Kark it she needed that kriffing drink now.

Spoiler: Amur's face

The sith took off her helmet setting it aside taking a quick swig just to have something. Nearly choking but once that elixir had dived down her throat she could feel a small portion of it's warming effect take hold. Her eyes slowly moving to meet with Eithni as she stared the Dathomirian down (@Raven_41). The witch could then note that Amur's eyes were two vastly different colors. On the untouched half was a normal blue eye, on the scorched part of her face her whites and iris were now a sickly yellow traditional with darkside corruption and a pupil that seemed to dance between total black and a hinting of dark red.

"If it weren't for the fact that I like your mother I'd be punishing you for your loudness alone. Don't make me ask your mother for permission." In that moment Amur's face was dark and low like sand paper finally returning to a less distressed tone. In that moment it felt so much easier to move on and have her mind focus on other things like drinking mead or wondering if Eva fancied a bit of ax throwing and all the other ways she could forget the past. Realizing that Mid had ask her if she was fine she decided to finally answer the concerned Sith.

"Not now, talk about it later." The scorched acolyte now drinking from her glass of mead able to take note and enjoy it's taste.

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[Eithni Vala Stark]

Eithni turned her gaze from the very tall pureblooded Sith known as Mid when Amur started to remove her mask and locked eyes with an unmasked Amur. Eithni's ruby coloured eyes studied the face of Amur but mostly the scorched side of the Sith's face. The witch had never seen such scars before and found the woman very interesting and show no fear towards the woman. Eithni even wanted to ask Amur about her scars but the rude comment just changed the witch's mood towards Amur. The very innocently and full of wonder look Eithni often had, changed into a cold icy stare.

Funnily enough, the icy part is something she learned from watching her mother (@Killa Ree) from certain situations when the Jarl was getting serious. Not only that but Eithni stood her ground, but staring directly back at the Sith. "I like to see you try. You don't even look that strong" replied Eithni venomously, simultaneously challenging the Sith (@Caught in Strangereal) to back up her words with action as she wasn't backing down in any way shape or form.

Who did the woman think she was? As if Eithni were scared of her, even if Amur got that scorched side of her face. No, facing fully adult rancors on Dathomir, that was scary, but also exciting, though. "thought so" commented the witch coldly when Amur didn't do anything to back up her words with action and just turned her attention to the pureblooded Sith beside her. And just like that, the young witch switched from being cold, venomous and deadly serious, to bubbly, innocent and sweet within seconds as if nothing had happened.

The sweet smell of mead caught Eithni's nose the moment Amur received her drink and got the Dathomirian witch very curiously. The smell was sweet and Eithni like sweet things, yes she did. Walking to the other side of Mid, placed Eithni both her hands on the counter and looked over all the fancy coloured bottles with wide eyes like a child in a candy shop. "Can I get what that one got?" Asked Eithni the bartender, alluding to what Amur got. Within a few seconds, a glass filled with mead was placed in front of the witch. Being the curious creature she was, she started to examine and sniff to the liquid of the drink with a giddy expression. Eithni had never been drunk before, much less even tasted alcohol before of any kind. In other words, this was the very first time she ever tried alcohol before.

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[Mid Samekh]

Amur looked like she saw a ghost, jumping at his touch as if getting ready to attack. He released her shoulder to give her her space. She ordered mead and to his surprise she removed her helmet. He studied her features, barely noticing the Nightsistar that had found her way next to him. He shifted his gaze down to the little girl. Her question made him blink. "Hask?" he asked her, finally putting a face to the name. He knew of him. On Korriban the name got around of the runt that left the order like a coward. But judging by her chipper tone he didn't want to say his thoughts aloud. "...No we're not related. But I do know of him." he said politely with a small smile, looking down at her.

Amur was next to speak up, scolding the Nightsister before telling him that they could talk later. The seriousness of her comment was shattered when the Nightsister laid into her. He gave a hearty laugh as the girl threatened Amur. "You definitely have a spark to you, child. What's your name?" he asked her with a smile. An eyebrow raised as she scooted in and ordered the same as Amur. She didn't even look old enough to be here, now she was ordering alcohol. One side told him to stop her and tell her to get something different. The other side told him to leave her. She wasn't his child, why should he care?

Regardless, he kept an eye on her as he downed a shot and ordered another. Hopefully what he assumed to be her guardian wasn't too far away in case things got carried away. "You're a Nightsister, correct?" he asked the girl.

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