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Current Taking off early thanks to crazy personal stuff. Posts on Tuesday!
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Life can be...just wow. Lessons learned from my hiatus: it's ok to be vulnerable with those you care about, the people who love you will always remain in your life and be true to what you want.
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Aaaaand work got busy again. Breaking my rule of posting on Friday, but that'll be when I have time again.
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Tied up at work! Be back tomorrow.
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In the words of a famous Scottish king; "T'was a rough night". Taking off early for the weekend. Posts back on Monday!
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"She'll make soap out of you. That's what she does. Makes soap out of people."
-Little kid, Big Fish

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Ok good. Feel free to just tell me "Hey, that's not him". I'm probably just going to have him do stuff action-wise rather than have him speak. You know our menacing Sith Lord best, after all xD

Hey, so is it ok to fast forward to where they land on some kind of temporary base where they can transfer to another ship? I figure that would be a good excuse for the two of them to have time together to sort things through. So, for instance, we could have Aria's Dad(whose name is...I forget now xD) abandon the ship on a forgotten Sith outpost and have them wait for him to sort things out for their more permanent departure. Then the duo could have more of a private heated argument xD

That sound ok?
Gargh, sorry for taking so much of Aria's father, but I felt like it would be necessary to keep moving. I stopped at Yerbol's question so you could play him out and correct any mistakes I made xD
Bracknell's jaw clenched, muscles visibly tensing.
"Who's gone, Lord Bracknell?" One of the Imperial delegates asked, her eyes narrowing at the obviously agitated Sith. Mansfield looked to Bracknell, their eyes meeting for a few moments in silence before Bracknell turned to the delegate and answered her question:
"We had captured a young Jedi and aspiring Sith acolyte who had apparently put their differences aside to try and disrupt the summit. They were quickly apprehended at the Republic embassy, but apparently their resourcefulness was sorely underestimated. I will send a squadron of our best special forces to apprehend them."
"We'll second that motion...with the Chancellor's permission, of course." Mansfield turned to face Saresh, whose lekku was twitching in desperation. Her alliance with the Jedi, her vision of crushing the Empire, everything she thought she knew was crumbling in front of her...she wasn't fit to make decisions now.
"Yes...yes, scramble whatever troopers you can find. I'll defer to your judgment for the time being." Mansfield graciously nodded.
"Of course, Chancellor."
"Before we leave..." Bracknell motioned towards the assembly as he continued:
"Let us all agree that we must make our move swiftly. Both Jedi and Sith will naturally be hostile towards our goals, so we mus act decisively. If they agree to limitations on their jurisdiction, so be it, but be prepared for conflict. We do not want to start a war, but if that is what must come, then let it be so for the good of the galaxy." Mansfield nodded vehemently.
"Let's take control of our galaxy. Finally."

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Father.

Ok, now it makes sense.

As they boarded the small starship, Aria's father swept forward to the cockpit, commanding Aria:
"Get to the co-pilot's chair. I need you to input coordinates." The ship's engines roared to life, nearly knocking Yerbol to the ground. To think that such a small ship could produce such power...then again, Aria's father was a Sith Lord from the looks of it. They probably didn't want to travel around in a hunk of space debris. Not a good look for pulling up to a meeting with the Dark Council. A slight chuckle escaped his lips as the young Knight sat down on one of the four seats in the cabin, the ship launching into Manaan's azure sky. It wasn't long before they were in hyperspace, Yerbol internally sighing heavily in relief. Their escape attempt was far too easy in effort, but he could assume that a Sith Lord was crafty enough to slip past the notice of his fellow compatriots. A few minutes of silence passed before Aria's father sat in a seat across from him. Words weren't exchanged for the first couple of seconds, the Sith's callow eyes boring into Yerbol's skull before a few words were spoken quietly:
"I'm forced to acknowledge that you had some hand in keeping my daughter alive. Although she should have killed you in that tomb, your allegiance has allowed her to stay alive." A pause, which Yerbol filled by adding:
"She kept me alive as well. Without her, I wouldn't have survived."
"Of course you wouldn't. You're a Jedi." He turned his head, calling for Aria:
"This concerns both of you." Once Aria joined the conversation, he continued:
"You both know of the power these Sith wield. I can sense their mark on you even now."
"Mark?"
"Their power is a rotting stench that one can't wash off. You've both been in contact with them extensively, going so far as to complete their initiation trials, which bodes well. They know of your strength, they know of your potential and you are threats that need to be eliminated. Even now, Bracknell is mustering a force to come after you." Yerbol had a feeling he knew where this was going, but allowed the Sith to speak. No need in irritating their rescuer.
"We need to get you both into hiding and let the chaos these True Sith want enacted to pass by."
"So we do nothing to stop them? To allow them to commit genocide against any who have the Force?" He couldn't help himself.
"You two haven't developed your powers. You're raw, inexperienced. You need training, guidance. You won't get that fighting a war you'll lose."
"And how would you kn-"
"Enough of your idealism, boy. Your masters are ripping themselves apart on Tython and Korriban is no better."
"Wait...what happened on Korriban?"

I recriprocate the feelings! I haven't been this jazzed about a thread in a while. I'm especially looking forward to writing the debate between Yerbol and Aria. I really feel like that moment is going to be a turning point in their relationship. Sort of a "time to confront our demons" bit.

Spoiler: Lysa is going to get brought up xD
No, it's awesome! I assumed Aria's dad would be someone who could control others. He just seems the type xD

Ah crap, I didn't put Bracknell's awareness of their escape. Mind if I do that next post?

Also, speaking of daddy dearest, I took control of him for just a bit. Let me know if you want me to revise. I'd like for you to control him, but I felt like I needed to apprehend him to get the plot moving xD

Yerbol could assume that the beasts responsible for he and Aria's newfound freedom were being controlled by someone, although Aria's swift kick to one of the hounds was a surprise to him. Not to her, it seemed. Maybe she was familiar with how to deal with them due to her time on Korriban, but still, there was a missing piece to the equation...which then appeared, cat-like eyes examining the duo for a brief moment before barking a command. He thought that it could be a rebellious Sith Lord who decided to buck against the True Sith after having dealings with them, but a strong surge of emotion suddenly emanated off of Aria upon seeing their savior. Could it have been a relative? A loved one? What Sith would be willing to risk their neck for another? other than someone very close to them? Questions abounded as the trio forged their way out of the holding cells into a much wider hallway, albeit possessing the same drab decor of their holding cells. Without a word, the Sith stormed to the left, leaving the duo to follow along at a brisk pace.
"So...we going to get an explanation of who you are?" Cold silence followed as an answer, the Sith rounding a corner at the end of the hall.
"No? Ok, fine, but-" The Sith held up a hand, hissing:
"Guards made their way into the hangar. Ubese." He looked at the steel doors a few feet away.
"Destroy them, then get inside the craft."
"What about the summit?" The Sith's eyes narrowed.
"A lost cause."
"That's all we get? A lost cause? The True Sith are about to dismantle the galaxy and all you want to do is run?" Their rescuer turned around and thrust a hand forward.
"Stay or leave. Your choice, boy. But Aria will come with me." The doors slid open, four Ubese troopers patrolling the vast hangar that only had one submersible situated inside. Upon seeing the escapees, they sprinted forward, rifles spurting bolts of concentrated, crimson colored energy barraging their location. The Sith charged forward, throwing up a barrier of energy that deflected the bolts and gave the younger Force wielders a chance to decide on their course of action.
"I assume you trust him, right?" Yerbol's shoulders tensed, hands curling into fists. Once the Sith passed by the Ubese, they would be easy targets unless they moved. But he had to ask, he HAD to make sure that at least one of them had confidence in the person that broke them out.
"Because if you don't, we're going back to that summit." Just a couple of seconds now...

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"And that is exactly why we must do something about Tython." Chancellor Saresh nodded at the end of the assertion of one Lord Kynsgrove, Saresh adding:
"I completely agree. The Jedi have been trusted allies for centuries, but the devolution of their moral character is troubling. Our troopers are on the ground now trying to contain the situation and will attempt to figure out what's caused this uproar."
"And we too will put the flames on Korriban caused by the horrific divisions within the Dark Council." A much softer looking Bracknell chimed in, a smile creeping onto his lips before continuing:
"It appears that this summit has not been the waste of time that-" The doors flung off their hinges, the guard who once occupied the space replaced by a group of armored saber-wielders, their faces masked. One of them hurtled towards a Republic senator, saber extended. Just before the blade connected, a flock of Imperial and Republic forces plunged into the chaos, swiftly eliminating the threat in a matter of moments. As dead saber hilts clattered to the floor, Bracknell spoke over the chaos:
"This was a calculated attack, it must've been!" The Senator that had almost gotten an energy beam to the chest nodded vigorously.
"Someone must've tracked us here using the Force!" Another Senator piped up, shooting up from his chair.
"Something must be done!" A Sith chancellor added. Saresh held up both hands, quieting the raucous room.
"We can't react in haste. This might have been an independent force, one that-"
"Saresh, can't you see what's going on here?!" Deputy chancellor Kyle Mansfield cast a look worthy of murder in her direction as he followed up:
"Those who use the Force cannot be trusted! You've seen the reports! We SHARED most of them here at this summit! We NEED to reign these Force users in before they overthrow both our governments!"
"I concur." Bracknell nodded in Mansfield's direction, pointing at the bodies now being dragged out of the room.
"We have come to use the Force as a crutch for true diplomacy. The Force has divided us, made us weaker. With our combined efforts, we can ensure that future generations will see the labels 'Republic' and 'Empire' as relics of history. They will know one government dedicated to the preservation of peace for all of mankind."

And they will all kneel
"And this will be the quarters for the incoming Princess, my liege. Is it satisfactory?" Polkos Manathias chuckled at Jervo's question, the former's broad shouldered frame crossing the thresh hold before letting out a slight whistle.
"I've never seen this guest room furnished so lavishly before. Lavender trimmed curtains, indigo bedding, the walls covered in all sorts of tapestries encouraging the person in here to almost worship our history..." He turned to face the head attendant of the Manathias clan with a smirk.
"I do believe you're trying to indoctrinate our Dasvrochian beauty into believing that her culture doesn't have the proud history ours does." Jervo took a sharp inhale, exhaling as his narrow lips pursed together before they opened with response:
"Prince Polkos, you know that I have decorated this area with the utmost care that both the King and Queen intended and-" Polkos waved his hand with a chuckle, strolling out of the room.
"Please, I know how much mother and father want their new future daughter-in-law to feel welcome, although I don't know how well she'll take to being in a guest quarter for a couple of weeks while the wedding preparations are being...prepared." The playful mirth that had usually bounced in his verdant irises disappeared, right hand rubbing the back of his neck, destroying whatever style the groomer had instilled to Polkos' ash brown hair.
"My liege, is anything the matter?" Hand returning to his side, Polkos turned his head, shoulders once more in their proud, erect position.
"Just realizing how...important this all is." Jervo walked to his side, placing a gentle hand on the Prince's arm.
"You will make a strong husband and an even more effective leader, my liege. Do not doubt yourself now."
"Always know what to say, don't you?" A slight smile.
"It IS my job to address the royal family's needs, is it not?" The duo proceeded from the end of the stone hallway(accentuated by a grand painting of the Rings of the Capital, of course) and marched down a spiral staircase, Jervo informing:
"You will need to put on your formal attire for the ceremony later tonight."
"I figured. Anything else my parents need to remind me of? To button my pants? To take the lady's hand and kiss it gently instead of slobbering over her upon first meeting?" Jervo clucked his tongue, shaking his head.
"The tribes have all sent their head leaders along with their Avatar. Please understand that your parents are fraught with ensuring every last detail goes well."
"Don't I know it." Entering a lower level hallway, they passed a bustling set of caters whizzing past them with trays stacked to the heavens with all kinds of foodstuffs that needed to be prepared.
"You do have some free time before the ceremony. I suggest you run through your speech one more time before presenting yourself."
"Don't worry, Jervo. I might have spent some time away, but I can still pull off the acceptance speech with a straight face." The main hall was where they found themselves, the cathedral high ceilings painted with an elaborate map of the Continent with various symbols representing historical events in the formation of Metaschi, the "Middle Kingdom", the "Rings of Peace", the "Unifying factor" for peace. Underneath the ostentatious display, banners were unfurling from the rafters, the main gate wide open for servants and other contributing members of the gala to make ready for one of the monumental events in history.
"Just be at your parent's side by seven o clock tonight."
"I'll be there."
"Please do."

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Garbed a dark purple tunic and black pants with gold trim, Polkos looked at himself in the full size mirror and snorted a laugh.
"To think this would be my fate." He muttered, adjusting the buttoned vest over the tunic, wincing at the slightly-too-tight fit that the tailor had made. He could only hope that his betrothed didn't see the discomfort in his face when they first met. Not that he was totally comfortable with the idea of being married to someone he had never seen. This idea was one he fought against upon being officially reinstated into the family, but he had signed up for this when he came back. He knew that.

Blowing out a sigh, he approached a nearby dresser, running his hand over the leather straps hanging pitifully off the hilt of a worn dagger. It hadn't been moved for ten months. He preferred it that way. To remind himself of the sweeping plains, the wind ruffling through his hair, the smell of copper and dirt and lilac and-

Something thumped against the door, a brow shooting upward as Polkos walked to the door, opening it to find the source of the disturbance.
@Lovelyleo

I'll try to get some details about Metaschi in the characters tab. PLEASE feel free to add to this world. It's OURS now, not just a loose idea in my head xD
Wphew, good. I wanted to go into more detail about the base, but I had just graded 40 papers in a row, so you know, I'll get to it in my next one xD

Aw, that sucks. Sorry to hear that! Hope you feel better now. My wife has the occasional migraine and they are NO fun.

Right! So, if I remember correctly, we talked about having a squadron of Bracknell's disciples sent under false guise to the meeting of politicians in order to be framed for attempted assassination. That would be the "last straw" for those politicians NOT involved with the True Sith. Bracknell would then step in and have them killed. In that chaos, I think it would be great to see Aria's father find our dynamic duo and take them to Korriban. I would assume that Ari's father would have been keeping tabs on her the entire time she was gone, right? He seems like that kind of guy xD

Anyway, he saves the duo and updates them on the situation within the Dark Council and then...well, then there has to be a choice. With impending Republic/Empire forces joining together to hunt down Force wielders and Tython in complete shambles, they would have to decide whether or not to go into hiding or try to rescue survivors.

Cue heated argument between our two xD

How's that sound? Additions, subtractions?
Well, it wasn't my best, but I got something up. I'm thinking once I get back into the groove of things, it'll come easier.

Happy to be back!
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