Alicia Drey
Rule of Two
Apr 16, 2019 16:56:30 GMT -5
Posts: 77
Bio Link: Alicia Drey
Title: Darksider
Title: Sith
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Post by Alicia Drey on Apr 24, 2019 19:02:42 GMT -5
Percy JendriThe dunes of Korriban were as cold and as unforgiving as Alicia remembered them. As a child she had been taken here by her Sith Master, so that they could together explore the ancient ruins and tombs of the Sith. In this way she would grasp a greater understanding of who the Sith were, and the role that she would assume- a mantle as it were- from her predecessors. At the time she had felt an instinctive connection to the dark side. It had been as powerful and as alluring as it had been the first time she had felt it. But now, all these years later- after experiencing the full power of the dark side- did Alicia realize that this world was as empty and as desolate as the modern day incarnation of the Sith Order. The only thing that kept the Sith tied to this husk of a world was symbolism, ideology and sentimentality. In the form of the latter Alicia had none for anyone or anything. She was a lone, mysterious wanderer of the Galaxy in search of plight, murder and ambition. It just so happened she had found someone brimming with all three.
In private communiques with Percy Jendri she had learned that beneath the exterior of a yellow, new officer to the Sith Empire laid a beast that held all the malice and malcontent that she had been looking for. The beast that rested beneath the surface had only just awoken in the officer, she felt. Alicia knew what it was having recognized it in herself. It was the dark side of the Force raising it's snout to the smell of blood, ready to bear it's teeth and rend flesh so as to get a taste of what it was like to murder. There were, of course, other sides to following the dark side. Imperials were often full of ambition, cunning and intelligence- key ingredients for anyone who could become a Sith Lord. Intertwined and melded together into the convoluted, murky logic of the dark side. Only through a Master could they come to understand themselves and their latent abilities better.
Dreshdae revealed itself in the horizon, as the plumes of dust were washed away in the cold winds which assaulted Alicia's core. This is was where she was supposed to meet Jendri. In the first five minutes Alicia would know if he had potential to become her Sith Apprentice... if not then there were other uses that he could fulfill. Regardless, this was most advantageous to her goals. A new officer- with latent Force-sensitive abilities- had somehow joined the Empire's Imperial war machine under the noses of the Sith. She snorted in derision at the thought of Jendri being unnoticed by the supposed Masters of the Dark Side. "How our Order has fallen..."
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Percy Jendri
The Sith Empire
Apr 13, 2019 2:39:54 GMT -5
Posts: 63
Title: Soldier
Title: Force Rookie
Title: Imperial
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Post by Percy Jendri on Apr 24, 2019 23:27:05 GMT -5
Percy after his Spar with the 8ft tall Impeiral trooper in which he broke his opponents arm and with Moff Lorna herself a death Corps trooper percy had been let off of the Dissolution to grab a bag from his dwelling of the essential she needed before leaving his belongings in the past for scavengers. So with a packed bag of clothes, important documentation,Exar Kun's lightsaber he had acquired and the Dark Holocron he made his way to the meeting point with an associate from the contacts of the military surplus store. Percy had been 15 minutes early so at a small cafe endorsed on wheels he ordered two coffees, one for himself and his contact. Then he waited for his contact on a secluded bench with a view of the temple in the distance. Alicia Drey
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Alicia Drey
Rule of Two
Apr 16, 2019 16:56:30 GMT -5
Posts: 77
Bio Link: Alicia Drey
Title: Darksider
Title: Sith
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Post by Alicia Drey on Apr 26, 2019 12:14:43 GMT -5
Percy Jendri, As Alicia walked through the dunes of Korriban on approach to Dreshdae she saw a military patrol outside of the settlements gates. This had not been there the last time that she had been here. Still, she wasn't about to let this stop her and hinder the progress of her Grand Plan. As she approached the patrol, hood raised and facial features concealed beneath the cowl of her robe, Alicia was met by two guards. Their plats, uniform and general demeanor told her that they were grunts on a mere routine assignment, whose purpose was to act intimidating and deal with the local populace when called upon. These men weren't the elite soldiers that made up the Emperor's mighty military, she felt. Alicia wouldn't be surprised if she was discover that these men had barely passed their training in one of the Empire's several academies, if she dug a little deeper into their pasts. Alas, this wouldn't prove necessary. Unlike them she had the dark side on her side.
"Hold there," said one of the guards as they intercepted her approach. Behind them a group of other Imperial officers had turned to take note of the stranger who had just stopped outside of Dreshdae's gates. Judging by her apparel it was safe to assume that she was Sith, but it remained to be seen if this one was one of the Sith Lords or just some Acolyte making their way through. "We need some papers. Some form of documentation... my... ah... Lord?"
Through the Force Alicia felt that this man had judged that she was some type of Sith. It mean sense given the clothes that she wore. Lifting her palm into the air, flowing the Force into her words, Alicia replied: "But you have already seen my documents, officer."
He blinked for a moment. Alicia could see the Force worming it's way through his brain, tricking and deceiving it as she had intended. When he spoke up, he said: "I have already seen your documents."
"I will pass through now."
"You will pass through now." He turned to his accomplice, nodding as he explained: "She's clean. Let her through."
As the wind swept through the back of Alicia Drey she turned and moved pass the patrol. She felt their eyes lingering her as she walked past them. By all accounts the gambit should have worked, and they would be none the wiser as to who she was, or her lack of affiliation to the Empire and their Sith Order. But now that she was in Dreshdae, in a settlement patrolled by Imperials and the prospect of coming into contact with other Sith (who may also be in Dreshdae at the same time as her) suggested to Alicia that she should take every precaution possible. Wrapping herself in the ethereal powers of Force Concealment she continued on her way to the meeting point with Jendri.
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Alicia saw him sat there on the bench. Two steaming cups of coffee, with one situated beside him and the other in his hand. In the horizon was a Sith Temple, which rested on the backdrop of a neon orange sky and a distant star. Clearing the distance between them in a few strides of her powerful legs, Alicia sat on the bench with her back turned to Jendri. In the communiques that they had had together over the past few weeks she had never once revealed her face. Only her voice, which had been warped and transformed by the dark side. It would only take a few minutes to learn whether or not Jendri was a candidate for apprenticeship, or if he could be used in some other capacity. There was also the likeliness that this was some type of trap. She couldn't underestimate the Sith. They were cunning and tricky.
"Jendri," Alicia said, her voice warped by the dark side. "Do not turn around. Pretend you are looking up at the temple."
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Percy Jendri
The Sith Empire
Apr 13, 2019 2:39:54 GMT -5
Posts: 63
Title: Soldier
Title: Force Rookie
Title: Imperial
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Post by Percy Jendri on Apr 26, 2019 12:56:33 GMT -5
Percy had felt a cold icy sensation trickle through his body. As a cloaked person sat down on the bench. But that cold icy sensation seemed to turn into icicles as the figure spoke. Immiedatly he knew it was his former buisness associate. He respected her, in fact grateful of their buisness history so he cunningly listened to her but spoke to keep the guise up that she often maintained during their buisness discussions. " Sorry this seat is taken, Ms Teriaky will be here." soon."
He continued to look at the horizon and the path leading to the Temple as if he was still waiting for someone. He drank his coffee slowly as he felt the a connection with the dark Holocron make itself apparent to him. Exar Kun's lightsaber that seemed to boost his senses seemed to pick up on somebody that seemed to be following him. Was it the girl he pussed off in the bar? Had she come to get her revenge? He chuckled at the thought. Alicia Drey Funami Teriyaki
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 26, 2019 18:38:54 GMT -5
Most would see a carefree ramble, accompanied by an infantile tune. The simple melody raced on the whipping winds that rolled over the inhospitable desert world until it succumbed to the howls of hungry beasts that stalked the place. Seemingly innocent, the tune obtained a sinister edge if one realized it originated from the infamous little terror who had survived this long despite the overwhelming odds. Nobody had expected her to live this long, especially since her first act as Sith was to march directly to the emperor’s private quarters and complain about the lack of dark side cookies. Truly, small in stature and spoiled to the core, wearing bright clothes and appearing nothing like Sith, the child should have perished. Many had tried challenging the little brat and that many had died, adding their bones to the greatest graveyard in the galaxy. Their deaths were followed by Darth Malice picking her - of all acolytes on Korriban - as her apprentice. Jealousy and envy had spawned more unwilling corpses in the Sith brat’s path and now everyone knew not to anger Miss Teriyaki. There were even acolytes who adored her, followed her, imitated her in their attempts to curry favor with the young Sithling and secure themselves a way up the Sith ladder. Unfortunately for them, Funami cared nothing about the band of failed acolytes who saw her as their ticket to greatness. Using their all too eager services to get rid of rival acolytes wasn’t all that bad though and left not a single fingerprint of hers.
With her trademark umbrella in hands, Funami skipped through the deadly plains of Korriban without a worry in her pink-haired head. For most, the ancestral world of Sith was a battle for survival. For many, the final resting place. For her, an adventure. Dozens of whitened bones wordlessly accused her of murder as she continued humming innocently, playfully kicking up the sand as she went. The path treaded by her black shoes was one well-travelled. Not just by her socked legs, but many others – the settlement provided many opportunities to drown one’s worries in alcohol or unwind through carnal pleasures. Or to visit Funami’s bakery, Sweet Lil’ Fang. Just like its owner, it had zero right to exist and prosper on Korriban, yet it did. Her feet did not carry her there though. She had other business to attend to.
Graced once more by her presence, Dreshdae welcomed the girl in its own way. Never suffering from activity and life, the place appeared forsaken at a glance, yet the occasional footprint in the sand and the hushed whisper here and there betrayed the deceptive mask of desertion. Shadowy figures moved about, their appearance and expression alike spelling out the lack of interest in social contact. Neither Funami nor them spared each other a glance. Her violet eyes searched for a specific individual, one she had encountered before. Hopefully his plan was more than starting a fight this time around. Casting a long shadow over the ground, the little Sithling strolled through the place until she finally reached the man she had been looking for. Her steps edged closer.
Without a hint of hesitation, she summoned the seemingly free cup of coffee toward herself. Rather than grasping it within her petite hands, the girl whipped the enslaved power of the Force to deliver the cup right to her lips and tilt ever so slightly. Ever the obedient slave, the telekinetic tendril obediently seized her prize and brought it to the girl. The warmth following the sip was more refreshing than anything after a day of training and study, with just a little bit of video games in her own free time. Funami needed her fun, she was no robot!
“You have my thanks. Now, what is the reason behind your invitation? Is this supposed to be a date?” She asked with feigned innocence in her voice and felt the corners of her mouth tug upwards.
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Alicia Drey
Rule of Two
Apr 16, 2019 16:56:30 GMT -5
Posts: 77
Bio Link: Alicia Drey
Title: Darksider
Title: Sith
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Post by Alicia Drey on Apr 26, 2019 21:12:39 GMT -5
Percy Jendri, Funami Teriyaki, Alicia pouted her lips at Jendri's response. This seat was reserve for someone else, was it? Instantly the thought came to the fore: that this was some type of trap. Possessed by a cunning mind herself Alicia imagined the motives behind Percy Jendri luring her here at the prospect of joining her organization, only to turn her into the people that they were supposed to be usurping together. She imagined that now he knew he was Force-sensitive and had a right to join the Sith Order consequentially this was a perfect way to prove himself as a fledgling Acolyte. Alicia had heard that the low lives who sought who lived as Acolyte were weak, and infantile minded, who only sought to gain diluted power at any cost. What better way for Jendri to seize some prestige, some recognition from his new Masters, by handing over a Sith Lord that they had no idea existed, whose very goal was to murder them all?
But this didn't feel like a betrayal. Though her concentration was hiding her abilities and shielding her presence from being felt Alicia could still feel the emotions and feelings that flowed through Jendri. In this close proximity it was almost like a second nature. She sensed not the idea of betrayal, or a cunning mind whose design was to gain status in the nearby Sith Temple, but rather a curious sensation that Alicia hadn't anticipated. She sensed that he was feeling hope, and a level of apprehension at the prospect of whoever it was that was supposed to be coming here. She could not feel fear, or anger, yet Jendri was on guard. Some of it was for her, but the rest of was focused on the arrival of their mysterious guest.
A weaker person would have walked away in these circumstances. She hadn't anticipated that a third person would be attending this contact, and the permutations which came with contacting others were too many to think of. What if this person- whoever Ms Teriaky was- decided that it was in her best interests to reveal her existence to the Sith? What if this person was cunning and intelligent enough to use this to further their own goals at the expense of her own? What if this was a trap- one that Jendri did not know about- and that the ambitious Imperial officer was merely being used as a puppet by someone cleverer than him? But Alicia did not get up. She did not leave. Being clever- being cunning- could only get you so far. She knew that as a follower of the dark side there were often risks that had to be taken. In a lineage of Sith Lords, who had traversed the Galaxy for over 900 years, spending them to prepare, build and learn about the secrets of the dark side, had all culminated in her, and unlike her predecessors, Alicia was not content to merely be the next stepping stone on the path to absolute power. No, it was her time as the Sith Master, and by the end of her lifetime, she wanted the Sith Order to be reformed, and the Jedi to be destroyed.
A looming shadow spread over the pair as they waited quietly on the bench. Behind her Alicia felt the invisible hand of the dark side snatch the cup of coffee up into the air. She followed it's course until it stopped above a child. Alicia judged that she was young, not much older than she had been when she had begun learning the ways of the dark side on Chandrila. Yet, the child had clearly been instructed and trained in some capacity to have such control over her abilities. In that moment Alicia felt that she had been correct to stay. "Through strength I gain power," she reminded herself as she stood up.
"You must be Teriaky. Jendri told me you were coming. But why are you here?"
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Percy Jendri
The Sith Empire
Apr 13, 2019 2:39:54 GMT -5
Posts: 63
Title: Soldier
Title: Force Rookie
Title: Imperial
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Post by Percy Jendri on Apr 27, 2019 2:20:39 GMT -5
Percy as he waited for the girl from the bar did not want to make assumptions about Ms Teriyaki, there was plenty of adventure for someone else bound to Korriban longer than he would. Alicia, percy's former buisness associate would most likely need someone to step in Percy's place in the hunt of rare or lost artifacts even to sell fakes that are designed to deceive even the minds of Force users. Then she arrived. The coffee on the bench of foated to the air to Funami. "Hello, Ms. Teriaki, may I call you by another name?"
"Now that we are here, is an opportunity to inform the both of you that I will be leaving soon for training at one of the Imperial Academies. And that will leave open a position of opportunity here on Korriban. Funami, I believe out of all the folks I have met you are perfect for this position. In a lot of my time I have been hunting relics and artifacts with the help of my buisness associate over here. However this isn't in the ruins. More like from people looking for a quick sale... smugglers and pirates that needed to learn their place in death. I feel there is a system of buisness between myself and buisness associate that needs to be maintained. Only the strong should be preserved. Weaker fools with such rare artifacts to be gained die abs the artifacts would be lost again. Two of which I have brought today as proof of our buisness and the rewards that are to be reaped. "
Inside his bag Percy brought out the Dark Holocron and Exar Kun's lightsaber. The lightsaber sat in a clear sealed box that the Jedi at somepoint made to protect people from the power within the lightsaber. However the seals on the lightsaber had been broken by someone else. The reason why you could feel the power coming from the blade. The dark Holocron was a recent addition to Percy's collection seemed to respond to Percy's touch but it had yet to be opened. "This is Exar Kun's lightsaber and the Dark Holocron. Both items that had been taken away from various individuals for mishandling to needed to be spaced for the convenience of say sith justice. Sith Justice is why your followers at the Cantina moped the floor with their faces not so long ago." He indicated to Funami. "There is a third treasure to be found that dates back to nearly 800 900 years ago. The Tantive ships from the destroyed planet Alderaan. There are 4 of them that have been sighted and maintained and tech updated by droids. There are no owners to these ship to lay claim to them. The only problem is that they have to be found again. So Ms Teriyaki I offer you the chance that no other would receive, but there is one condition. A condition that I too face, making a life long pact to my buiness associate. A pact that in exchange for information instead of currency that you owe, you owe her favors in the value of this information. The pact is bound to the individual not the company you work for. My pact requires me to come to my associates call when demanded and within reasonable time. Until my debt is paid off. Ms Teriyaki, I believe you can handle this. Last night I dreamed that this would bring you several steps to your goals in the future. With these types of dreams, the almost always come true." Still obeying Alicia's orders he indicates to the Holocron for Alica knowing he is speaking to her now. " To view the contents of this Holocron, I feel I would need someone trusting to help me handle this artifact without damaging it or blabbing their mouth of it's secrets to others. And finally a safe and secure place to do so you are the only one I know that can help me with this in sort of fashion. Though I do not know your price in the matter. I am hoping to demonstrate how our pact works to Ms Teriyaki."
Alicia Drey
Funami Teriyaki
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 27, 2019 12:00:43 GMT -5
First to speak, the stranger Funami had completely ignored up until now rose up and addressed the Sithling directly. Nothing about the mysterious woman struck Funami as odd – just an ordinary Sith clad in traditional Sith apparel, one of many hundreds that struggled against Korriban’s inhospitable nature. If anything, Funami was the odd one by everyone’s standards. The only black on her person was the fashionable shirt, though even that remained mostly veiled by the red silk cape hanging around her shoulders. Experienced eyes would definitely recognize shell spider silk, known for its ability to deflect blaster bolts and vibro weapons. Only those well versed in Sith culture would fully comprehend the inconspicuous cape’s true nature though; adorned with golden trimming and Sith runes, the piece of clothing was one imbued with the dark side of the Force. The crimson hue went hand in hand with the scarlet miniskirt rustling against her thigh high socks that were white in color and surprisingly pristine given the world’s copious amounts of red dust.
“I’m an opportunist.” Funami answered the woman’s question and twirled the parasol in her hands. While the same was true for any self-respecting Sith, many of their order had placed the so-called ‘good of the empire’ above their own. That was completely fine by her; every system needed its share of faithful dogs to prevent it from collapsing upon itself. Funami was a selfish, spoiled creature hidden under a thick layer of cuteness though, only caring about the concept of the greater good if doing so benefited her also. To her, the empire represented a tool through which the Sith ruled the galaxy and shaped it to their liking. Nothing more, nothing less.
Eyeing the unknown Sith woman for a few more seconds than appropriate, as if trying to mentally pry the hood down and witness who hid beneath, Funami took another sip of coffee and gulped it down. An eyebrow perked up when the man who had been nothing but a drunk during their last encounter spoke up. His words rang true and sparks of excitement and lust for power danced in her eyes upon witnessing the holocron. Ancient artifacts provided worthy dark side practitioners with strength and that strength had to be used. Sitting on some rich collector’s shelf and gathering dust was a colossal waste of opportunity. Unfortunately, the young apprentice’s knowledge only went so far – the lightsaber Percy had acquired was just that to her. A lightsaber. One she found completely ordinary and outright crude, especially when compared to the curved work of art hidden beneath her cape.
“The strong take from the weak. If they lack the power to keep the artifacts, they don’t deserve to have them.” The girl shrugged. That was the universal truth that applied to the entire galaxy and the Sith did not shy away from embracing it. This line of thinking also made the little pink-haired Sithling nod in agreement with Percy’s offer.
“I don’t see anything wrong with this arrangement.”
Words were cheaper than blood on Korriban. Only time had the power to tell if she’d actually own up and honor her promises or not.
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Alicia Drey
Rule of Two
Apr 16, 2019 16:56:30 GMT -5
Posts: 77
Bio Link: Alicia Drey
Title: Darksider
Title: Sith
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Post by Alicia Drey on Apr 27, 2019 13:22:54 GMT -5
Percy Jendri , Funami Teriyaki, Alicia looked between the pair whilst coming to her own decision. So Jendri found the artifacts that they had discussed over the previous weeks, and now on the advent of joining the Imperial Academy, he had come to make a new arrangement between himself, her and this... child. She was remarkably powerful in the Force for such a young age, Alicia acknowledged. Stronger than she had been. There was potential there, and she exhibited traits that Alicia desired in an apprentice. She was opportunistic, and obviously dishonest. There was an air of manipulation about her too, she felt. Beneath all the cunning and intelligence was also a raw strength. "Through strength I gain power," Alicia thought to herself.
Turning her gaze to Jendri, Alicia said: "I can keep both of these items safe until the time comes for you to collect them. Bringing them into the Imperial Academy would surely reveal yourself to the Sith." Turning her gaze from Jendri back to Funami, she then said: "I do not know you. You do not know me. For us to come to this arrangement there must be a way to prove that you can be trusted enough to not expose us to the Sith." Now was the part where Alicia had to be truly cunning. How could she convince this child to not expose both her and Jendri to the Sith, to guarantee that their arrangement would stay in place after the fact? First, she considered passing over one of the artifacts Jendri found to her, with instruction to keep them safe. In this way the girl would have a stake in the arrangement, so as to make it less likely that she would betray them. Alicia knew first hand that betrayal came so easily to those who followed the dark side. In many ways betrayal was the dark side.
But that idea was quickly dismissed. Alicia wanted the Holocron so that she could study it first hand. Perhaps this was the key to discovering how to construct her own Holocron, that she had been coveting for so long? There was a number of things that could be stored on the Dark Holocron that could forward her agenda. Knowledge that had been lost for the past 900 years could finally be reclaimed by her Order. Instead of the Dark Holocron, then, Alicia could propose that the girl safeguard the Lightsaber. Powerful was it was she sensed that the girl had no interest in the weapon. That would make it even more likely to betray both her and Jendri in the long run. With little to no stake in the arrangement, which would benefit the girl, would be a risk that was too much to take. No, there had to be another way.
Turning her gaze back to Jendri, Alicia wanted to confirm something before she constructed her proposal to Ms Teriyaki. "The people that you fought with, when the both of you first met. Do they know that you are Force-sensitive, Jendri?"
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Percy Jendri
The Sith Empire
Apr 13, 2019 2:39:54 GMT -5
Posts: 63
Title: Soldier
Title: Force Rookie
Title: Imperial
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Post by Percy Jendri on Apr 27, 2019 14:39:14 GMT -5
Percy was glad that Funami was seeing things as she should as a sith. When he first met her he know she was deadlier than she appeared and to have followers meant she was clever and deceiving. One could even call it cunning. She was perfect for the type of buisness he did with Alicia. "Ms. Teriyaki, do you have a ship of your own yet? Because Given your nature and style I could say you are a fan of Luxury. If we are able to find the four Tantive ships I don't see why we don't give you the one with the most luxury. Just think how the other Acolytes react when they see you with your own ship filled with luxury. Fit for a Princess, Queen, or Empress." He suggested. He gave both of the artifacts to Alicia willingly along with the incomplete lightsaber on his belt. "I was actually going to ask if you could hold on to these items. If you do view the Holocron I wouldn't be surprised if there were any traps to contend with." He then looked at the Funami to see if he could read her reaction when she heard his secret revealed about his Force Sensitivity. "These Acolytes, did not know. They were too busy defending Ms. Teriyaki's honor. They were to blind to notice. I should have killed them for how weak they were. Anyways the only person that might know is Moff Frye. I fought some 8 ft tall soldier in a sparing ring then the Moff herself after the bar fight. I wouldn't be surprised if you found a holo feed of it. Anyways She apparently is a Death Corps Trooper and responsible for my recruitment. "
Alicia Drey
Funami Teriyaki
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 27, 2019 16:42:32 GMT -5
The purple eyes of Funami blinked once when the fact of Percy’s sensitivity to the Force was finally spelled out before her. That was a completely new piece of information to the girl. Funami had opted to assume a relaxed expression and deny any display of surprise from creeping into her face by drowning it in more coffee. The two conspirators did not need to know her ability to sense through the Force was ridiculously underdeveloped despite slowly making progress at the academy. Such was the cost of being one of the most potent psychokinetics in the galaxy. Adept at telekinesis before she even turned four and outclassing some masters as an apprentice, Funami was known to display an alarming degree of skill with the power and its numerous applications. Squeezing, crushing, destroying with her invisible hands was easy, trivial even, but all promise of greatness came crashing down when she had to learn anything else, even basic techniques known to the lowliest of acolytes. Not like she needed any other skill – telekinesis alone had such a vast array of functions Funami believed all other powers a waste of time. So far she had yet to be proven wrong.
“Trust is an expensive commodity among Sith and its price tag isn’t in credits. The benefits of not exposing you must outweigh the gain of reporting you to master Malice.” She leaned forward and smiled slyly with a playful wink. Nothing more needed to be said, she had laid it all out and it was up to them to process the information.
It was simple math, really, yet Funami had no need to spend additional thought on the matter. Reporting the two promised one immediate reward and that was that. While tempting to those desperate or greedy enough, the pink-haired schemer played the long game. Unlike them, she had the option to expose the duo at any given time, preferably after seeing if the long-term benefits they offered were worth her silence. There was no trust between them. There would never truly be any, for trust was a concept lost to the order they represented. They all played the same game of dejarik and Funami had the feeling the stakes would grow to life-threatening proportions soon enough.
She had to admit, finally dealing with others unafraid of manipulation and cunning felt good, exciting, like actual Sith politics. One did not have to be a master of dejarik to outsmart the vast majority of rival acolytes at the academy. Barbaric brutes and faithful servants of the empire – there was no challenge in outwitting cannon fodder.
Percy’s offer, on the other hand, produced an adorable chortle and her smile grew into a grin. Cocking her eyebrows, Funami turned to face the man, tilting her head to the side ever so slightly. His proposal wasn’t entirely bad per se, but Funami’s rich papa could buy her any luxury craft she desired. Unfortunately, the little brat wanted a sixteen kilometer long dreadnaught with enough firepower to destroy planets, which was beyond papa’s financial possibilities and far beyond her rank. All in all, the prospect of obtaining a fancy ship did not interest her in the slightest.
“A ship? Ships can be bought with credits. And I have more credits than I need~“
Courtesy of papa dearest and his unending financial support of her growth and happiness.
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Alicia Drey
Rule of Two
Apr 16, 2019 16:56:30 GMT -5
Posts: 77
Bio Link: Alicia Drey
Title: Darksider
Title: Sith
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Post by Alicia Drey on Apr 28, 2019 19:55:40 GMT -5
Percy Jendri , Funami Teriyaki , In the minute that elapsed Alicia learned what she needed to know in order to turn the situation to her advantage. The first was that this Ms Teriyaki hadn't known that Jendri was Force-sensitive. The second was that, other than Alicia and Teriyaki, a third party- Moff Frye- might know that he had the ability to control the Force. Third, and finally, that the child was the Sith Apprentice of Darth Malice, a Dark Councillor and a woman that she had previously met during a summit on Naboo. Not that Teriyaki had to know that Alicia had met her Master face to face. Nodding to herself Alicia lowered her hand down to the comlink that hung from her belt. It was a burner that she planned to depose of once she left the Horuset system.
Holding the device out to the girl, Alicia said: "You can use this to tell your Master about her whereabouts. That Jendri and I are associates. I have no doubt that Malice would be pleased with you for bringing this information to them. Yes, I can imagine that it would solidify your position as their Apprentice. As their right hand man, or girl in your case. You would be doing them and the Empire a great service by turning us over. I wonder what they would give you, other than their thanks, for turning us over to them?"
Alicia fell silent. Though she had become a Sith Lord, and had subsequently destroyed her old life in favour of a new path, there were still elements there that stayed with her. Useful parts, such as the Chandrilese know-how to debate and negotiate at an expert level. From a young age she had been taught how to do this, and the skill had only gotten better over the past twenty years. Keeping her gaze on Teriyaki, allowing the silence to meld with her and let her think about what she had just said, Alicia finally broke it to continue.
"But you did not come here to turn me and Jendri over to your Master. You came here because you are an opportunist, and you saw opportunity in this arrangement that I have with him. An arrangement that will now become yours when he joins the Imperial Academy. Imagine: an Imperial, that your Master or the other Sith have no idea of, who has the ability to use the Force. A Sith who hides in plain sight who can work in conjunction with us..." Using arm to throw the comlink towards Teriyaki to catch, Alicia lifted the Dark Holocron in one palm, and Exar Kun's Lightsaber in the other. Alicia presented them to Teriyaki as she continued to speak, using the dark side of the Force to flow through her words, and influence the adolescents mind. "...Through this arrangement we have already found two artifacts that are useful, and necessary for our work. It is a mutual benefit to keep what we know a secret. But if you disagree then call your Master, tell them about this moment. Do you think it would be more beneficial than what I offer?"
Clipping the Exar Kun Lightsaber onto her belt, and hiding the Dark Holocron into her Sith robes, Alicia held both arms out to the side in mock appraisal. "We have shown you how we can be a benefit, but what can you bring to the table? How far are you willing to go in pursuit of your own goals instead of what Malice, or the Emperor wants? Are you an individual, or are you like the rest of them?" Alicia pointed in the direction of the Sith Temple. It was full of Acolytes who were set to become slaves to the Dark Council, and their Emperor. People who did not fully embrace the individualistic tenants of the dark side because they hadn't been taught to do so. They were a twisted, mocking abomination of the Jedi Order in Alicia's opinion. But she wondered if these two people thought the same way?
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Percy Jendri
The Sith Empire
Apr 13, 2019 2:39:54 GMT -5
Posts: 63
Title: Soldier
Title: Force Rookie
Title: Imperial
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Post by Percy Jendri on Apr 28, 2019 20:43:21 GMT -5
Percy remained quiet as it was not his place to speak for the moment. Alicia has a strong argument countering Funami's own. The fact that Funami was rich meant that she had other connections somewhere somehow that could possibly be exploited in the future. But now was not the time for that. He looked over at the sith academy neutrally. It was a place of academic learning. And its students were slaves to its society. It was another reason Percy wanted off of the planet. He had his share of dealing with acolytes that thought the universe centered around them. Most of them he met were dead now. Good Riddance. The thought of the Jedi disgusted him mush so that he wore a sour expression at the thought of doing buisness with a Jedi. Alicia DreyFunami Teriyaki
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 29, 2019 6:43:59 GMT -5
Like a hungry predator, Funami eyed the presented comlink. Her ticket to earn the red-skinned Dark council member’s trust, prove her loyalty to the empire and get a piece of candy. It wasn’t enough to sway the little Sithling from playing the dangerous game of conspiracy. The mysterious Sith woman presented a strong argument herself; Funami knew it to be true, and even though already decided on the matter, gave a nod of approval. A simple pat on the head from lady Malice wouldn’t do it – Funami wanted to earn prestige, recognition. Prove herself worthy of the mantle of Sith, outfox other players in the deadly match of dejarik they played and emerge on top. Lesser acolytes like Mavi would have grabbed the comlink and rushed to report everything throughout the whole empire in the name of the greater good. Typical of brutes – they never saw the bigger picture, they never cared about politics or cunning, they relied on the system so much the very thought of going against it to rise above their position never even occurred to them.
Greed gleamed in her eyes as the ancient holocron graced her field of vision once more. That presented the sort of reward she desired – getting her hands on this and more promised to give her a most welcome boost in power, one not even her own master would anticipate. Funami did not necessarily want to learn a plethora of powers; her wish was to learn more about them to know how to recognize and battle anything her potential foes has in their arsenal. If it came with learning dark secrets that dwarfed even the destructive might of telekinesis, even better.
“I am Darth Malice’s apprentice,” repeated the pink-haired Sithling and beamed an innocent smile, “Lady Malice is head of the academy, Korriban’s overseer, and sister in law to emperor Vyrassu. Being her student puts me in a very special position, as you undoubtedly realize.”
There, her trump card was laid out bare. Funami’s purple sight flicked between Percy and his associate. Leaving them waiting, she embarked on the task of gulping down the entire cup of coffee and took her sweet time doing so. A sigh of absolute satisfaction passed her lips once the dark liquid was no more and her telekinetic arm returned the now empty cup back on the bench. Fingers twirled and she adjusted her parasol’s shadow to continue shielding her from the sun.
“I don't strive for power for Darth Malice's sake or the emperor's - I do it for myself. They are a means to an end. I follow them not out of blind loyalty or misplaced devotion, but solely because it benefits me. They are assets, just like the empire is an asset to the Sith. Just like I could be an asset to you - and you an asset to me.”
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Alicia Drey
Rule of Two
Apr 16, 2019 16:56:30 GMT -5
Posts: 77
Bio Link: Alicia Drey
Title: Darksider
Title: Sith
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Post by Alicia Drey on Apr 29, 2019 13:26:32 GMT -5
Percy Jendri, Funami Teriyaki, A beaming smile escaped the Sith Lord. It was far more radiant than the deary surroundings that made up the ancient settlement of Dreshdae. Alicia couldn't help herself. As a follower and believer in the dark side of the Force it brought her utter joy to see such knowledge displayed in someone so young. But the smile disappeared as soon as it came. Joy was replaced by a focused, unrelenting cold rage that was always there with Alicia. She had done it. In one move she had brought both Jendri and Teriyaki into her employ. The seeds that were blossom into the rise of a dynasty- kept in seclusion and hidden in complete secrecy for almost a millennia- had been planted today. If Alicia was honest with herself she did not know if it would be her collecting the crop, or if it would be the apprenticeship that she was currently looking for. Death was an inevitable factor, particularly in this line of work. To think yourself as immortal was to invite self-made weakness. Alicia knew this, as had all her predecessors. But she quietly hoped that it would be her before the end of her lifetime.
Now that Malice's apprentice had agreed to work with her discreetly Alicia had one more gambit to solidify their arrangement. Yes, the two had agreed to work together in secret, and Teriyaki would keep Jendri a well kept secret. It made sense to do this. There was a certain logic that the girl had seen through the convoluted, murkiness of the dark side. Yet, should their arrangement ever become exposed then the girl could plead willful ignorance. She could easily deny ever knowing about Alicia, or that Jendri was working for her, and was being taught in the ways of the dark side in secret whilst posing as an Imperial officer. The girl was obviously cunning, smart and would only grow more powerful as time went on. Realizing also that Teriyaki would only become more powerful by the time their arrangement could be exposed was to acknowledge the fact that by then the girl would be well versed in her abilities, enough so to dissuade and hide her intents to the Dark Councillor or Sith Lords that she was set to serve or rule over in the Empire.
"Words are ultimately meaningless in this type of relationship," Alicia said softly, as she begun to tie the metaphorical rope would the girl's neck, ensnaring her to her schemes. "Actions speak louder than words. There can be no loose ends, no link that will lead to Jendri being discovered by the Sith. If you truly want to be apart of this arrangement- to gain access to Holocrons such as the one Jendri has given to me, and more- then you must prove yourself. Only then can we truly know that you are in this for the long term, and that you were not being completely dishonest with us." Gesturing a hand to the comlink that she had just given to Teriyaki, Alicia contorted her wrist, flexing her fingers in the same motion, snapping the comlink with the dark side. In the same motion Alicia gestured to Jendri as she spoke, whilst her mind inwardly returned to concentrating on keeping her powers concealed. "If it is true that this Moff Fyre might be aware that Jendri is Force-sensitive then she must be destroyed. Kill Fyre for us, and you will have more than proven your worth, beyond your position as Malice's apprentice."
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