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					[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdBoDCOLurc&list=PLqnnuEVGcRQzibfGQmeOvJXgej6xe8PEX&index=8][u][i][b]Tarisian Blood Baths: Conclusion[/b][/i][/u][/url]


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Rheanessya Aladar remained calm, her tall figure a mask of stoicism as she watched The droid who might have been the progenitor of the whole High-Singer line, massacre its way through the assorted thugs. Rivers of blood began to mesh with the Tarisian streets and her eyes remained gemstones without emotion. Internally it was another matter, she disliked how much joy the High Singer droid seemed to get out of butchering Felinoids. Oh, it was enjoying itself in general, the droid was created by to be an artifice of war for a master of the force from an era of ceaseless war and the millennia hadn't soften either it's master nor the droid itself. But there was something oddly, mirthful about the contempt it seemed to feel towards the Felinoids it was butchering and the joy it seemed to gain from it was akin to a release. As though it long it had been since he'd slaughtered them. "I'll never understand the hatred some sentients have for anthroid species" Granted they could be really smug sometimes and cavaliere about their nature, or play up to certain stereotypes but she'd seen far worse both as a Padawan and later as a sex slave and far worse still as an Inquisitor. Once High-Singer was done Aladar leaped from the building, allowing for a controlled descent by gently slowing her "fall" using the force, gliding gracefully down until she landed on the balls of her feet.

The world was still in the death throes of a riot that was finally in its terminus, buildings burned around them but she heard none of it. She merely allowed herself a nostalgic smile. It had been, almost twenty years since her connection to the force was strong enough to do that and it felt [i]good[/i] to allow the power to flow through her again. The light warmed her flesh as it passed through her being into her inner forge. As Highsinger finished his massacre she reached out with a hand and pulled the Comm device from its corpse. A police officer finally managed to fight through the rioting and began to command her to deactivate her droid. Aladar turned, she was not graceful like her master, but she was tall, beautiful and wild enough in her motions it caught most people off guard. "Knight business officer, we'll take it from here"

"oh, you're one of the New Jedi?" The officer who asked was a Zabrak who was immense enough in height that he was almost a head taller than her (which meant he was just slightly taller than Phasma.), idly Aladar waved her hand towards Phasma as if to say don't shoot him I've got this. Though she wanted to make the gesture as mundane as possible to keep the officer from growing too suspicious. She inclined her head, technically The Imperial Knights were "the New Jedi" from a certain point of view. -Master would be offended- she thought, but she also knew Invictus Janus trusted her enough to make such calumnies in the service of a great cause without punishing her. Then again, her master never really punished her. physically, she would be pushed to the breaking point, beyond it and require her master's sorcery to heal from but it was always during a lesson. "Dense not dumb" she repeated to herself, those had been honestly some of the kindest words she'd ever heard.


As the officer turned to leave the woman Held the comm aloft, her features grew stoic once again, her eyes narrowed. "This was an invitation, one I suggest you honor, or the next time the four of us meet will be the end of you" Aladar made a point of discounting all the men they killed, recognizing that the Chiss likely same them as resources denied and not as brothers in arms killed. "buried within the entrails of your Rodian is the location of an old Imperial storehouse, in an asteroid field. There you'll fine a thousand tons of spice and enough Aurodium to devalue Tyber Zaan's money laundering operations. I speak on behalf of Head of State Bertoff Hissa and Invictus Janus, grand master of the order of Imperial Knights...The Empire, my supreme pontiff has need of your skills, consider the storehouse compensation for your lost men. Understand this, we give that to you freely, we do not expect anything from that. Your attendance however, is not voluntary"

With that she tossed the comm aside and let out a breath "Well, I remember reading about the Rhakguls that used to plague Taris and how their dens, which were always flooded with a layer of drying blood were called "Tarisian Bathhouses" At their feet, a thick black liquid, sweet and rancid in its stench began to run towards the storm drains, the combined blood from everyone they killed here today.

"We should probably leave this planet before they realize we revived the tradition"

Beyond that...They had a war to start.