Kashiir reported they had arrived at Vjun, looking at his lord and not seeing him react in any way, he had no idea what was going on but it was obvious something had his master disturbed greatly, finally Gra'tua stirred and stood up walking down the length of the bridge to the viewport and nodded. "Wait in high orbit of the planet. Azazel should arrive shortly." He said, making his Chiss captain frown, so it was about her? He asked if it was required to launch fighters and power weapons and shields. At that Gra'tua turned around and Kashiir just felt the wave of anger radiating from his master before it vanished and he turned his back to Kashiir once more. "No, keep them powered down, we wait." He said, looking out to space, hands tightened into fists behind his back.

The trip had been long, albeit the relative closeness of Vjun. Tannus fidgets in his pilot seat as another howl of pain echoes down the corridors. It was a lesson, certainly... A very harsh one... About those who crossed the Lady these days. He sighs and looks at the screen. They were closing in on Vjun, his hand hovers over the communications keys, uncertain of whether to call Azazel or not. In his hesitation, he fails to hear the silence fall. Others look around restlessly, wary of if their leader would be arriving. No one wanted to be caught in her way or catch her attention. After a moment, he begins to key in a connection with the torture chambers, only for the near silent voice of Azazel to call out from the balcony, "No need... I am here." 

Tannus eases and looks back, "We're arriving at Vjun... What do you want to do?"

Azazel hesitates, "To turn and leave right now, but that will do nothing but enrage him further... Officer Radley, establish a line with Gra'tua... We'll see what he has in mind. Ah, and patch that into the conference room." With that, Azazel silently slinks off to the designated room and takes a seat, waiting patiently for the display of Gra'tua to appear before her.

He waved Kashiir to silence before the Chiss had opened his mouth. "I see it." Was all he said as he saw the distant shape of something moving among the black of space, indicating a ship had arrived. "I will be in the throne room, make sure it is empty upon my arrival and we wait to see if she hails us first, patch it through at once if she is." The Chiss bowed and acknowledged the order, frowning as he looked at the figure of his master leaving.

He had just arrived when the holographic emitters on the table lit up and he looked upon the visage of Azazel, noting she was wearing armour he crossed his arms, looking at her in silence, waiting for it just to become a rather uncomfortable silence before he spoke. "I get a feeling that if I invite you over here to talk about this you suspect you would never leave, so I am going to offer to come over to your ship, alone, to talk. Is that acceptable?" He said calmly, waiting for a response.

Azazel lightly runs her hand over the table before her, watching the image of Gra'tua silently. "Do you think that poorly of me, to assume I would suspect you of such?" The metal blades on her fingers lightly digs into the woodwork as she watches him. "But very well, come. It gives me a chance to clean up."

He nodded, "I will be there momentarily." With that he cut off the link and went to the hangar, ordering a shuttle to be prepared for him, a moment later Kashiir's voice came in, no doubt having been informed he wanted a shuttle to be ready, asking what was going on. Upon informing him, he naturally started stating his objections but he silenced the Chiss. "I am doing this, keeps systems powered down and wait for my return and I will return." He could tell Kashiir did not like it but he would follow orders.

The shuttle journey did not take long and moments later the craft settled down in one of the hangars belonging to the Dagda. He walked off the ramp and looked around, seeing one of her people, Tannus, waiting. Walking towards him with purpose he levelled the younger male with a gaze, his face hidden behind his mask. "Take me to Azazel."

"Right then," Tannus mutters, abruptly turning on the ball of his feet and going back out the door. As instructed by the mistress, he takes the swiftest path, though doubting her judgement on not stalling this at least a little longer. They could have set something, anything up, in order to contain Gra'tua's inevitable wrath. Yet, she awaits him, isolated in the conference room. Coming up, Tannus casts Gra'tua a wary expression before tapping the door switch.

As the doors fly open, Azazel looks up over the bes'bev at Gra'tua, lowering it mid note. "Leave, Tannus..." she instructs. The disciple begins to protest before shaking his head as he departs. She traces her fingers over the flute as she gestures Gra'tua to come in. "I'm sure you have much to say."
2:14 AM - Sarzum: He watched Azazel's disciple go, standing still untill the door had closed again and he walked forwards, removing the seals of his helmet and pulling it off, placing it on the conference table before making his way around, looking at Azazel, still not saying a word. When he stood in front of her, he studied her for a moment, just looking before he suddenly lunged forward, grabbing her and pulling her in to lock lips, kissing her hard and deep, letting it linger before he pulled back. Taking a deep breath and narrowing his eyes. "I suppose there is a lot to say...." He said finally and then frowned, "Like, why betraying me like that." His tone wasn't judgmental or accusing, more curious and surprised, though a certain look of hurt flashed over his face before he managed to control his facial features.

She looks at him, cheeks flushed and utterly taken aback by his touch. Trembling, Azazel softly touches a hand to his cheek. "I uhm... I," she turns her gaze away and allows her hand to drop. "I don't have any good explanation, Gra'tua..."

He frowns, cupping her hand and bringing it to his lips. "You can understand I feel betrayed? Apparently this been going on for who knows how long... if it hadn't been for that... Zygerrian..." He said with a glare, recalling that conversation before he shook his head, right now he was doing his best to suppress his anger. "Were you and.... that woman... together before or after we started?"

She tenses at the mention of Hakkri, trying to avoid Gra'tua's gaze, "I understand..." She quivers, fighting the urge to pull away and leave. The words were beginning to catch in her throat. "Before," she finally manages to get out.

He rose a eyebrow in surprise, he had expected after. "I see." He said, thinking and mulling it over. "Why, did you simply not tell me about this, why keep it a secret?"

"I know there is bad blood between the two of you... I was not sure how you would react, or what it might mean," she sighs and draws back and gazes upon his face, "Am I to assume you will push me to choose between the two of you now as well?" She attempts to create a larger space between the two of them. He had to be able to tell what else she had not spoken of... Surely...

He frowned and snorts, "We've been together for a year, I know very well that you cannot be pushed into anything." He smirked at that before he became serious once more, he blinked, there was something about Azazel lately, a flicker at the edge of his mind but he could not pinpoint it, his eyes darting over her body, centering on the stomach before he shook his head with a frown. He was getting distracted, "Hell, I do not mind if you have others, I would have liked to talked about this instead of finding out this way... as for my... dislike... of Andrea, has she told you why, hmm?"

Azazel looks at Gra'tua in disbelief... To hear all this, well, to say the least, it was making her slightly more irked at Andrea's insistances before... "All she's said is you took something she loved from her..."

He raised his eyebrows, "Is that what she said?" He let otu a wry chuckle, "Shall we sit? It will make telling this all easier." He sat down himself, leaning back. "Know I don't ask you to believe me, this is my version of what happened, feel free to have doubts but I will tell you of what I have witnessed from my point of view. We were both apprentices when we first met, our masters had a alliance of sorts, attacking a target and splitting the spoils afterwards. And Andrea.... well clearly you have experienced her 'charms of seduction' we forged our own secret alliance, killed our masters, declared ourselves Darths and were together for a number of years, together." He smiled, those were fond memories before his face soured at what came next. "Before I continue... you know Kyr'am is my daughter... yet the subject of her mother never came up... with this revelation, do you now get the resemblance?"

She had just taken a seat when Gra'tua dropped this information upon her. She nearly lurches from her seat, but somehow feels as if she is stuck fast to the spot. "She... Andrea..." She closes her eyes, leaning back. "So much for trust..." she finally utters bitterly. After a moment, she leans forward and stares Gra'tua dead-on. "So, all this time... And neither one of you felt the need to explain this affair of yours to me... Or that you had a child together," Azazel bites her tongue for a moment. "So, Kyr'am is what she loved, I am to assume... Why did it happen?"

He fixes Azazel a look, "It never came up and you never asked, neither did I decided to ask further about things concerning you." He shrugged and continued. "Well we got a baby, Kyr'am... I was happy... I was loyal to Andrea and our new daughter... and then I was informed she planned to kill me and take the child to raise her as her heir alone with no influence of mine. I did not believe it but when my own agents on her ship informed me and gave proof of her plans to launch boarding actions to kidnap the child and blow my ship to pieces with me still on it? I acted, ordering to cripple her vessel and escape with our, my daughter." He looked a mixture of angry and sadness recalling this. "She wanted to kill me and kidnap our child... all I did was defend myself and my child, if she claims I am the culprit for stealing Kyr'am away from her? Then perhaps she is right from her point of view."

For a moment, fire dances up along her arm as she hears this. "Why would she not wish your influence on the child?" she whispers. Her mind was flitting between doubts back and forth. Was she to trust Andrea or Gra'tua... Could she even trust either of them.

He blinked, startled as he rose up from his chair looking at the flames and then at Azazel;s face. "What..." He gestured to the flames, "New ability?" He shook his head, "I, I don't know, all I knew of her that day changed when I gathered she wanted to kill me, since then I have learned her to be a... manipulative being who seems to enjoy making people do what she wants. I have not lied to you, nor have I had any reason to do so and look at Kyr'am, was my influence on her bad? She is a independant woman, a warrior and a leader in time." He snorted but in a amused way, "She even starts arguments with me, if my vision or plans do not suit her. If she was just a mindless drone I would have placed my saber at my throat and ignited the blade."

She bats the fire off her arm, flustered, and mutters irritatedly in response to the initial inquiry, "Yes, it only cost one of my inner circle, Cabur, the loyalty of my apprentice, and my dignity to acquire." She sighs and stands, moving across the room and acquiring pouring a mug of hot chocolate. Leaning against the wall, she sips from the beverage as she considers her next words, "Could it perhaps be she did not wish her child to be raised as a Mando? She holds dear that she is Sith, through and through, after all..."

"Kyr'am is raised with Mandalorian values and as a sith, does she seem hell-bend on personal glory and the life of a warrior to you?" He shakes his head, "To this day I still have no idea why she wanted me dead, only guesses." He shrugged and sighed. "But yes that is my backstory with Andrea... hence my reaction at the time when certain things were revealed... and no, I am still not going to ask to make a choice, who you share your bed is your choice." He looks at Azazel earnestly. "But I am loyal to you." He smiled wryly once more, "Untill you tire of me." He leaned back, placing his hands together, "I have been talking a lot now, what are your thoughts on this, for lack of a better word, mess?"

"That there is much I do not know," she murmurs over her mug, "And much to consider. While, I am content to, continue as is, there are things that could pose a problem... Andrea's own, ah, fears and grudges, for example." Azazel blows lightly over the surface of the creamy brown liquid, watching the ripples. "Largely, I have no things to discuss with Andrea... And she will answer me." She focuses her gaze at Gra'tua, anger barely contained behind a near blank expression, "It is nice to know you do not think less of me, and in fact that it has not brought any tension between us... "

He let his look darken, "I will not deny I am... a little jealous.... though you said before... it was just her... there had been no others." He said looking away for a moment.

Azazel tenses for a moment before smiling slightly, "Jealousy?" She sets the mug aside, "I am torn. It would seem both of my lovers are jealous of the other..." She moves closer, cupping his cheeks and pressing her lips softly to his brow. "The only two... Ever... And that will not change, Gra'tua... If I am to have my way, I would not lose either of you... So is there truly reason to be jealous?" her tone denotes a genuine question, as if it was uncertain and confusing to her.

"I suppose there isn't..." He said trailing off, looking up at her. "Andrea was jealous too?" He couldn't help but find that amusing, chuckling before he quieted down and frowned looking at Azazel with a curious expression. "Something is different about you... it's nagging at me." He blinked and shook his head.

She fights the urge to conceal her midsection, looking away, "Gra'tua, I do have a question regarding our future... And perhaps, I worry, what your goal to be Mand'alor might mean in the scheme of it all."

He blinked, surprised and looked up at her face again, "Ask away, consider me intrigued."

"Being Mand'alor, your people would have to be certain in you, that you are through and through Mando and adhere to the tenets of their culture... And surely, one of those is that your children are reared adhering to mando'ade tradition." She rests back, "I myself am certain of myself, to become Sith'ari... Perhaps that may conflict... Even while I've respect of many cultures and deeply admire tradition... But..." she hesitates, "Any children we might have, I am not certain I could stand-by accepting them to be raised mando... Surely to know of their customs, and even adhere to some, the tenets are, mostly sound... But others I myself find trouble accepting... Yet, to not raise them certainly as mando... it would raise challenge in your rule, would it not?"

Gra'tua smiled, "I am... pleased that you even consider to perhaps have children with me one day... it would not raise a direct challenge to my rule, children learn more from their mothers in any case, now if they were to openly defy me, that might cause some trouble ,but nothing I can handle. In the end if I am Mand'alor then I must prove myself to be worthy o the position and status and handle it my way, if that means silencing some people who think I do not raise my hildren properly... then I will just ignore them or deal with them." He pondered, and then widened his eyes looking at her mid-section and then back at her face, trying to look for a answer to a unvoiced question.

She instinctively puts an arm over her abdomen defensively. After a moment, Azazel nods silently in affirmation.

He stood up from the chair, cupping her chin and turning her head. "A child..." He leaned in kissing her again, breaking the kiss and looking down, his hand hovering over her abdomen. "May I?" He asked, his anger, jealousy or any other negative strong emotions seemed completely gone for the moment.

The sith woman flushes before meekly saying, "Ah, yes... Of course..." She fidgets nervously, trying to regain her composure, but it just was not happening. With Andrea, it was just always anger, wanting and a never ending storm of feelings... Yet, with Gra'tua... A small smile spreads over her lips, as she realizes how easy things could be with him sometimes.

He smiled, placing his hand on her abdomen, there was armour in the way of course but he reached out with the force and could feel the flicker of another conscience in the making, chuckling. "We are going to have a child... this... this is wonderful news." He grinned and looked up at her. "How to raise our child... we can discuss at a later time... if it has soem Mando'ade background I will be content." He nods, not wanting to let go of Azazel.

She lets out a sigh, finally feeling even slightly relaxed as she leans against Gra'tua. "That sounds well..." She frowns and buries her face against his neck for a moment, "I do believe... that it will keep me from such daring-do's and misadventures as I am usually inclined towards, though..."

"Probably, though I suspect you will find a way around that in some fashion or another.* He smirks and then frowns. "Heh... the reason why I contacted you initially was to discuss a plan I had." He began, holding her close. "The Mandalorians are officially neutral, some clans working for one side in return for credits... I had a thought of perhaps... if you wanted to gain influence with one of the factions, I believe you were more with the CIS. To perhaps have you raise to influential positon, perhaps a senator at some point and have you 'convince' the Mand'alor... me... to side with the faction of your choosing. Personally I prefer the Republic... their clones are raised with Mandalorian warrior traditions in their training to become republic soldiers but in this case I would side with your decision."

She considers it for a moment, "I had the idea to perhaps get involved in politics. Fancy that... A sith sitting right under their noses..." She chuckles, "It matters not, I think, which side we involve ourselves with for now... I do believe Andrea and I had plans to see our influence on both factions." She stifles a laugh, "Mind you, I think that was before I set her chambers on fire. No telling if she is still wounded over that.... Or my swift departure..."

He blinked, set Andrea's chambers on fire? No doubt more of that interesting new ability... he nodded slowly. "I suppose so. Well... I think at least there is no rift or wound of any kind on either of this after all this?"

"I see no reason for there to be," she shrugs slightly. Azazel furrows her brow, "Ah, is there any reason why we met here in particular?"

"Two reasons, it was close, roughly in the middle of Korriban and Mandalorian space... and, since I knew you seem to have a great deal of interest in them. I had my own meager sources dig for information, I do not know much but down below the world we orbit, Vjun, is supposedly the craddle that spawned the Mecrossa Order." He said with a easy smirk. "That afraid is all I know, but in case you were not aware I figured you would find that information more than welcome."

 "That is interesting..." she rubs her eyes, "Oh, but of course, I am afraid there are... some matters with the Mecrossa Order that will need cleared up of late... I had recieved a message not long ago from Xen regarding them. It does not bode... well at all."

"I am afraid I cannot help with that, big, burly Mandalorian warlord and all. Now if you need me to eradicate them..." He trailed off, finishing with a chuckle. "Still... I think that has concluded our talk, don't you agree?"

She flushes for a moment, shifting in his arms, "I think it... certainly does wrap things up nicely... Ah, but since we are together... Perhaps our other business can wait and we take advantage of all this time?"

"Certainly... nothing would please me more..." He looked down at himself and then at Azazel, "Definitely need to get out of armour for that however... now then, I think I know the way still to your bedchamber, shall we?"

"Certainly..." She smiles, taking his hand and beginning to lead him out.