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Post by Sidro Haanc on Jun 24, 2007 0:06:27 GMT -5
Sidro did not know if this was the best idea, but he sent a group of 5 messengers on this mission, saying a Jedi would look to threatening and would die before they left. This was one of his first official acts as Grandmaster and he didnt want it to be a blunder.
They walked into the sith grandhalls, just the opening of them mind you, but enough for a few sith trainiess could see them. When they were looked at threateningly they held out the message and said they were paid to deliver this message to the Dark Lord of the Sith, it was important and She would want to see it the person said. It comes from an "Old Friend"
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Post by Kayura on Jun 24, 2007 0:56:23 GMT -5
Drifting in, was a figure in a black cloak. It was almost the expected image: it was as if one in many was wearing the standard black cloak. However, the behavior of the others set this one body in a cloak apart. As soon as that figure with a dog and an apprentice entered the room, the others bowed. Aside from this, the only real difference was the fact this one was shorter than most.
Silently, the figure took a seat on what looked to be a throne. Only then did the rest of the Sith in the room rise from thier kneeling bows. One called out, "My Lord, these messengers have arrived."
She didn't say a word, she only nodded. The hood masking her face and her features, they were not to see more than perhaps the bottom of her white-painted chin. She wrestled with wheter to speak with the lilt or not, and then recalled it was her plain velvet whipser Sidro would have expected to hear. So much of her time and thought was spent in the archaic language that graced the walls in runes. "Alright, you have arrived where only fools and the dead dare tread. Deliver your message." her voice lilted in a soft whisper that echoed with seemingly unnatural ease.
Her senses told her that Nas'ra, her massive bodyguard was growling low and crouched next to her seat. A brief glance revealed that the beast had quills raised in a mix of anger and threat. Without a second's hesitation, she ordered sternly, "Nas'ra, la. Kahdim-sheh!" Though it was not a yell, her voice boomed in the massive chamber with the power of thunder, giving the already frightened messengers cause to flinch as the dog seemed to settle down.
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Post by Sidro Haanc on Jun 24, 2007 1:05:57 GMT -5
The messengers all quivered, and the leader of them, a former bounty hunter, gulped and then took one step forward. He was handsom by most standards, but a scar that ran down the right side of his face made it less than that. He stood as tall as he could and then bowed deeply, and formally to the woman speaking.
"Hello I was sent here by a one Sidro Haanc the newly instated Grandmaster of the Jedi, I dont know why he thinks you will even look at this message but he is paying us a lot to do this and said you would even let us leave...." He paused. "Well he said you might let us leave."
Then he steped forward and nelt at her feet, remaining as relaxed as possible not making any sudden movements, the dog was eyes him but he was doing a fair show of ignoring it. He then opened the message and a hologram of Sidro appeared.
Kayura, I am, as you know the grandmaster of the jedi, and am now requesting a meeting with you, the dark lord of the sith. The meeting is on tatooine, send a message back with one of the messengers I sent, they all know how to find me. I pray that you will accept my invitation, and then we can catch up on good times. Goodbye. The figure bowed his head twice, once at the begining of his speach and once at then end, then he made no other movements, the figure vanished, and the messenger stood back, awaiting the answer of Kayura. Realizing she would have to let one live, he wondered what one it would be. Sometimes waiting is the worst form of torture.
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Post by Kayura on Jun 24, 2007 1:47:51 GMT -5
She knew they were nervous, even frightened. Something deep within her was as keenly predatorial as the beast at her side. Even the Council members along the walls could sense it in her as she watched seemingly through her hood. For the moment she was otherwise blind, but blind like a Miraluka in her ability to see nonetheless through the Force. That sense of thier fear was enough to make the air around her take on a supernatural chill. That was sure to make them even more frightened where they stood.
A hologram of Sidro appeared.
"Kayura, I am, as you know the grandmaster of the jedi, and am now requesting a meeting with you, the dark lord of the sith. The meeting is on tatooine, send a message back with one of the messengers I sent, they all know how to find me. I pray that you will accept my invitation, and then we can catch up on old times. Goodbye." The figure bowed his head twice, once at the begining of his speach and once at then end, then he made no other movements, the figure vanished, and the messenger stood back.
She knew from his thoughts that the messenger was all too aware that they would die, or at least four of the five would die. She was outwardly silent, but telepathically, that was another matter entirely. Right away she was engaged in a debate with the members of the Council where they stood. None of them betrayed anything as it all seemed to be merely waiting on her word. I know full well it's a trap. I'm young, not stupid. He was keen to pick Tatooine, and for so many reasons. It will come as no surprise that I had expected to meet with him eventually, but not this soon. It makes little difference.
My Lady, he's your opposite number, surely he's going to want to retaliate for the assasination.
That's why I agree with you when you suggested that there be several of us present... She smiled slyly behind the hood. ...We just won't tell him that in our reply. Of course, being a former member of our ranks, he'll likely expect it, but it's better than there being a trap.
She knew that her dog was growing impatient and nearly quivering where she stood crouching. Yes, she'd been largely sucessful with the one, but to begin the breed as she had originally hoped was starting to sound like a good idea. Now the messengers were quite afraid indeed and worried that she was already plotting thier demise. She was smiling, but the messengers still would not have been able to see it for the hood in the way. Now it was time to have a little amusement at thier expense.
"So, it was the five of you sent to deliver one message? Hmm..." she paused almost as if to seem coldly calculating thier demise. When she could sense the pause growing unbearable, she actually grinned and continued, "How strange that my opposite number would have such little faith. We are not the Tuscan raiders and we are certainly not Wampas. Perhaps I should be a little offended, but gvien the circumstances, I suppose I can let it go. It was originally the five of you sent here, and paid handsomely for it, and so it will be the five of you to return my reply...as a gesture of good faith, of course."
She could sense thier immediate relief. There was even one in the back swallowing a sigh. Though her tone was calm and a sirene echoing whisper that gracefully lilted, her control over her dog was more intense than ever before. Those large golden eyes stared with an unnatural intelligence and a piercing quality that spoke of an animal that nature never intended. One slip, one waver and that beast would leap after them. Claws were pressed firmly against the stone and a line of quills rose from the shoulders to the tail.
The debate among the Sith Council continued, even with her acting telepathically as Chairman. They know how to get here, the Stronghold must remain secure and secret. My lord, with all due respect, how can you let them live? They simply know too much.
Yes, yes, don't worry. I have no intentions of letting them go knowing fully where we live.
So what options do we have, my lord?
She glanced the messengers over. I have an idea: we let them live, we won't let them remember. Master Falcis, the navcomputer, reset it so that the memory is cleared. We will program the ship to fly on autopilot. Have some of the guards ready a larger ship to help launch the thing from a random vector...
She looked to her apprentice, it was time to get him more involved. Icethorne, see to it the ship is rigged with coma gas, that will wipe thier memories and leave them alive. Between the navcomputer and the coma gas, there will be no clues left as to where we are. I have a holographic message to record.
Several cloaked heads jerked back at once, tipping off the messengers that something was afoot. Members of the Sith Council were stunned that there was such an alternative. It seemed all the more real when Darth Falcis bowed low and excused himself before walking out. It was a few seconds more when a youth in black robes did the same. As they walked out, her attention turned to the man kneeling at her feet. At a soft whisper, she asked, "I'm assuming that you came with a holo-recorder to record a reply?"
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icethorne
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Post by icethorne on Jul 3, 2007 10:40:59 GMT -5
((am I suppose to reply to this?))
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Post by Kayura on Jul 7, 2007 20:31:16 GMT -5
She could sesne that her motives were being questioned. There were accusing glances peering from under the edges of several hoods at once. All of them were glaring daggers at her for the fact she wasn't about to kill anyone. Her voice was as smooth as silk as she whispered in her customary lilt.
"Greetings Grandmaster and congratulations on your recent success. If you have recieved this holographic message, it means that your messengers have arrived, all of them. They of course will not remember delivering it, nor will thier navcomputer. However, as a gesture of good faith, I am returning the messengers alive, all of them. I believe this should prove that there is room for negotiation, as we are not barbarians. We do find your choice of location suitable and will meet at the specified place and time."
Like that, the recording ended. She could still sense all of hem glaring daggers at her as she took her seat again. Many in the council were sure she wasn't truly fit to take the last Dark Lord's place, but they were stymied by the fact that she had killed him. All of them knew that was no easy feat. She didn't need to see thier faces to know what they were thinking. That was another matter for another time. For the moment, like the messengers, they were also afraid of her just as much as the messengers were afraid of Nas'ra.
Her face still cloaked in the sheer blackness of her hood, she could still see through the tides of the Force. The one messenger who had taken the recording backed away bowing, almost managing it in the way a first-year apprentice did. A half-smile hinted at playing on her face but was gone just as soon. Without even a blink, she reached through the Force and called for her apprentice.
Icethorne, how is the coma gas coming along?
As she waited, she came to a realization...as loyal as Nas'ra was, she alone might not have been enough. She was considering the very real possibility that she'd have to start cultivating that breed of dog sooner rather than later. She already knew the name of her next dog. Like the winds on the dunes outside, it echoed softly in her mind...Al-Hattal.
It begged a pit-stop on the way back from the meeting on Tatooine. Right away, she was getting visions of a creature larger, stronger, and with the same level of Force-sensitivity. Nas'ra broke her nearly unblinking stare and turned to face her. There was am inquisitive canine stare and a light swishing of the tail. She gave her dog a slight nod. Yes, she'd be making that pit stop on the way back.
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