Blood, Secrecy, and Fire

[Ongye-Ui Miutigheid]

Thisspias

Ramatesh Alcazar​

Thisspias, home of the hearty Thisspiasians, ruled by a single entity known as the Blood Monarch. The title originated from hereditary ascension and is only passed on once the old Monarch dies. Hatchell had recently taken the title from his mother Korkel through a ritual duel. Younger brother Koto, however, believed Hatchell had rigged the affair of honor. Slowly their relationship became strained. They quarreled over the simplest matters. Lately the two argued over joining sides with either republic or Sith. This confrontation came after an uprising of citizens occurred in protest to the new Monarch. Rebels preaching a more tolerant way of life. Their approach less than peaceful. Fires, riots, and espionage are only but a few lashes at civility. Minute incidents in a galaxy so unexplainably vast.

What avenues lay left were equally unappealing. Hatchell claimed the republic would be able to back their military power and quench the fires of revolution. Koto feared the republic would use their power to create a democratically elect system. Sith, in his mind, would simply stomp whatever forces arose and leave their planet to be guided how they see fit. Neither wished for their way of life to end. Nothing but a simple spark could set off another insurgence. Weakened by continued terrorist attacks, they finally called upon a council. Two Jedi would come and negotiate on behalf of the republic while the Sith only sent one. Having loose affiliations, a member of the cartel would join as an envoy of sorts. Both sides were given an honest chance though Hatchell had already made his and, as Blood Monarch, he was the law…

Lately Ongye’s hunger could not be slated with what meager morsels inhabited Korriban. Tasteless fools, emaciated by their feeble connection to the force. Baited by possibilities of what cattle could be corralled from the beleaguered city. Ongye opted to be ambassador. Normally the empire would send a master to strengthen diplomatic relations. Their capabilities far exceeding that of a humble knight. With the council being stretched far, their was nobody else to call upon. Which is partially why they hired an outside associate, on Ongye’s recommendation. The discrete Devaronian freelancer seemed a most adequate choice. Her expertise wouldn’t cost a fortune and her renown didn’t outshine Ongye’s. Despite these bonuses, the true value of her services would soon be recognized.

Simple transport ships rested outside of the Alcazar’s grand entrance. Their hard black exterior baring the empires insignia. Hatchell forbid both opposition from docking in his private space port. Making sure that uninvited characters wouldn’t infiltrate it’s magnificent halls.

Humongous doors, big enough to birth an adult rancor, opened to the invited guests. Intricately designed walls formed the pathways leading throughout Hatchell’s estate. White delicately sculpted columns decorated these walkways. Placed far at the end, leading to the Alcazar’s center, was an equally imposing door. Splendid images of royalty were etched into its stone. The first Blood Monarch’s face was plastered along its center. As though cleaved in two, his visage separated to reveal an elegant spherical chamber. At the heart, one single throne made of ivory and ruby stood. Unfurling from it’s feet came a long elegant carpet. Hatchell sat upon his gilded throne dressed as a king should. Tasteful clothing far to expensive for any commoner. Long white hair seemed to flow effortlessly into its alabaster cloth. Servants held silver platters baring an assortment of food. They allowed him to summon them as his appetite dictated. Standing only a few feet beside the lord was Koto. His grey brindle hair shook lightly in disgust of his elders decedent ways. He wore less regal attire, opting for a military mans civvies. Two stewards stood by the main door, awaiting to announce the guests as they entered.

Ongye’s pace slowed as a revolting scene of authority presented itself. Hutts were no different, save for the obvious appearance. These fools were experts masquerading mastery. Holding themselves in a higher esteem and forcing others to play along. “Name?” Came a soft voice.
”Ongye.” He replied.
The scholar shook his head no. “Your full name?”
It was an odd question to be asked for few ever cared enough. This uncertainty formed itself in a slight drawn out. ”Uhh… Ongye-Ui Miutigheid.”
With a pleased smile, the Stewart turned and announced. “Lord Uh-Ongye-Ui Miutigheid, of the Sith Empire.”
Unfortunately the mask which normally adorned his face had been put away. What spread across his stoic expression was one of regret. Had this man never heard someone sounding uncertain before? This thought didn’t last long as he was ushered forward to make room for his companion.

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[Surai Kyaata]

It wasn't every day you came across a job as a relatively... small player by someone of such aplomb as an entire Empire. If there was an opportunity to make a name for one's self as a very adept and mercantile woman it would be something like this. Of course, she could also be the disposable help. That would be okay too -- simple matter of being the one that shot them, before they shot her. And then blow something of theirs up. Maybe any close relatives. Make a spectacle of it.

But, if this were the real thing... The credits would be good, but there could be more opportunities opened up. One job paid the bar tab, but the jobs that followed after proving yourself could set you up for life.

And the man she'd been paired with for the affair? So far she rather like him. Long as he didn't start thinking she swooned every time he entered the room. Might have to punch him in the face then. Didn't matter if he had the whole 'Sith Lord' thing going appearance wise. Muscular. Direct. That air of danger, or barely restrained murderous intent. They were even about the same height, like they were made for one another. There was a thought that brought a smile to her dark lips. She wondered if Ongye was the type that'd take offense to that idea.

For the occasion Surai had made sure her outfit was clean and wrinkle-free. Not that leather wrinkled. As they strode into the lavish hall of a king, the Devaronian's eyes slid over the area without seeming to linger on anything in particular. The lidded gaze that might be mistaken for disinterest was just one way of hiding a working woman at play. Always be prepared. If you didn't know the layout of the place you'd run around in circles until you got shot -- not the lifestyle for Surai.

As for the king, well he sure thought a lot of himself. Cuter than a Hutt though. Surai could see why things were about to play out the way they would. The entire scene screamed disaster waiting to happen. Oh, yes, Jedi and Sith in a diplomatic dispute screamed that too. No, Surai was totally excited about the other impending disaster.

Ongye's introduction played between the men, Surai stepped forward to take the Sith delegate's place at the threshold. A smile spread broadly across her lips as her bright gaze fell to the scholar. The way the man's eyes bounced you'd think he'd never seen a horned Devaronian woman. Slip of a tongue and calling her a 'Lord' and this disaster would start prematurely, however. She kept her voice down so it didn't carry in order not to spoil the moment, "Mistress Surai Kyaata, Executrix, Harbinger, and Champion of Galactic Economic Interests." Go on little man, say it.

A quiet swallow, quick work of the tongue behind closed teeth, and in short order the proclamation, "The Lady Surai Kyaata, Attaché of the Sith Empire."

Tsk. That sounded so droll. Attaché? What was that, Bithese? Bithian? Whatever the slangal their language was.

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[Alek Varsan]

Alek had remembered somthing his master had said before he passed “To truly destroy an enemy is to make them and an ally even you don’t agree.” This stuck with him as he began to step out of the transport that had been sent to recive him. Alek wore his blank stare he had never been one for these diplomatic missions, but he knew they mattered, the Jedi could not count on their own strength alone times were hard. Alek hoped somthing good would come out of this though was put off to put it simply of the other company that was to be here, he could feel mixed signals within the force. Though he knew he must have the upmost respect for everyone as is expected until made otherwise. He wasn’t alone, his young apprentice basically a new Jedi knight to the order, and basically a brother to the older Jedi was Arador. The boy had been doing well in his training and Alek thought he was ready to tag along in the field with him on mission just of recent, the boy walked only a few paces behind him, so Alek talked as they walked the elegant and dimly lit hall leading to the main chamber “Now remember this isn’t the temple, while here we are on official Jedi business and we are expected to act as such, so we must be on our best behavior and try to not upset anyone. If anyone is hostile or seems like they don’t want us around let me do the talking and we will avoid all conflict.” Alek smiled lightly “it’s nice to have you here Arador, so let’s just do what we came to and then we can can go afterwards somewhere else, I always find these events dull unlike the fun we have at the temple.” Then he his expression goes neutral as the grand doors open to a huge chamber. They enter and await for them to be announced as was expected. Soon Alek and Arador appear at the front now to the one announcing “Names?” Alek then speaks “Jedi Knights Alek Versan, and Arador Drakar, as representing the republic and Jedi order” As he pointed to the younger Jedi. The announcer then made their presence known to the room as they other guests and the two procceded to the main floor, the chamber was quite impressive to say the least detailed engravings and paint is lined the walls, Alek took a deep breath then spoke “Alright Arador dont forget again, we are guests and this is important to the order so we can’t be fooling around this is serious.” His thoughts ran through his mind, he had a job to do but like said before these events never did sit well with him he was a fighter, not a politician or whatever they called it. It also didn’t help that he could tell people were taking notice of the scar under his right eye, it wasn’t small and Alek was noticing a person here and there looking or staring, as well as talk about it to another guest but he shrugged it off as this wasn’t important. As they started to move along within the room he relaxed a bit, soon his work would begin and the sooner that was done the sooner that he could feel better about the situation.

 

[Arador Drakar]

The teenager proceeded to follow Alek off the transport, his mentor and older brother. In his point of view anyways since he has come to not only respect but idolize the other Jedi. He was the only one who took him off Alderaan to give him a chance at becoming a Jedi Knight of the Jedi Order. Yes, he is technically not a part of the order yet due to these trying times. But he has recieved the training and guidance from Alek. The boy couldn't stop himself from looking around as he adjusted his robe all while following the older Jedi. Barely preventing himself from stepping on the back of Alek's robe or bumping into him all together.

After weeks of being stuck on that small jungled moon in some part of the galaxy he had no idea existed. Wondering when it will become time to attend one of the field missions Alek embarked on. And weeks of training to hone his skills... And calm his energetic behavior that often resulted in him getting in some sort of trouble. Now that he seemed to have gotten a foothold in both of those areas, Alek seemed to have reached the decision that Arador has calmed down enough to tag along. Of course he has, otherwise he will not be here.

He will do his best to watch his behavior to avoid causing trouble.. And getting a smack to the back of his head again. No wonder Alek didn't flip out as a result of the boy messing with him during the flight over. The poor boy would feel like he was being tortured with all that pent up energy. Arador turned his attention from the scenery to his mentor and brother, nodding, "I will do my best Alek... Though this place is making me feel a little odd.. Like we are being watched. Are the upper class always this paranoid?" He asked as he started picking up all the emotions, "I hope this doesn't take too long.." He said quietly feeling a bit uncomfortable. The boy has had experiences with rich beings aftef they figured out he is blind. Some of them not so pleasant. Looking at him though no one can really tell he is blind unless they get right in his face and look at his eyes. But it is something that Arador always felt uncomfortable about. And the fact that the rich can be a bit rude and in yoir face. Didn't help the teenager feel any better, "Hopefully this doesn't take too long. I don't like rich people. They always seem so stuck up and paranoid about everything. I wouldn't be surprised if they flipped out over the smallest speck of dust on the floor."

As the two approached the massive, grand doors. The teenager became silent as Alek introduced the two of them. All the emotions he was picking up on originating from the other side of the door was a bit overwhelming to the teenager. What had him more concerned though was one that he was not expecting to pick up on. He telepathically expressed his concern to his mentor, "Alek.. What is a Sith doing here?" He asked as the teenager felt fear well up inside him. Taking a deep breath he managed to get the feeling under control as the pair stepped through the door way once the doors were opened.

The boy couldn't tell what the colors are in the room. But by the decor, the teenager knew that no expense was spared. Arador looked to his brother, "Yes, Ori'vid. I will watch my behavior." He said quietly trying to avoid drawing attention to himself. Though the boy knew that it will be difficult not to cause at least a little bit of mischief while the two are stuck here. He ran his hand through his hair as the overwhelming feeling of different emotions flooded his senses again, trying to tune the more annoying ones out of his mind. Particularly the one that was makimg him feel concerned and scared.

Man this event is going to be absolute torture. Was there anything to drink that was not alcoholic? Sheesh is alcohol the only thing people drink as soon as they reach the legal drinking age?
Arador thought as he waved away a butler who offered him a wine glass filled with something that was some sort of alcoholic drink. The boy chose to stick close to Alek instead of wondering off.

 

[Ongye-Ui Miutigheid]

Ongye rolled his eyes at Surai’s statement. Unable to contain a smirk of enjoyment. The abstaining servant replaced her accomplishments with a simple monicker. Causing a sheepish shrug of displeasure. Surai had proved herself to be an intriguing addition to his eclectic assembly of companions. Though he gained a focus when performing missions that expressed itself in a standoffish manner.

Anguished wails of souls toiling in misery haunted the halls. Esoteric echos only deciphered by those attuned to its incorporeal nature. Such specific breeds were standing within its howling presence. Incapable of uncovering the origins. Ongye permitted these tormenting screams to emanate, though little choice presented itself. This hindered evidence Jedi used to substantiate force sensitives. Faults came, nevertheless. The other’s locations would also be masked in a static white noice. Feeling through intangible means was possible for Ongye but not without an adequate snack. These two fleshly Jedi attendees were introduced.The perspicuous connate livestock listlessly approached. Discomfort seized control. Intensifying his starvation. Tremors spastically manipulated muscles to shake uncontrollably. Ongye stilled himself from lashing out suddenly.

Four attendees conjugated before the magnificent magistrate and his entourage of elegant stewards. Koto approached the group whilst his lavishly lounging brother remained silent. “On behalf of Hatchell and Thisspias, I welcome you to the Alcazar.” Koto bowed politely. Respectfully leaving an intermission for others. Sprawled across his face was one of true graciousness. Shining honorably upon them as he lifted up. While maintaining an air of sophistication, Hatchell left their audience. “The king will be retiring to his chambers while our chefs prepare an exquisite feast.” Doors in the distance closed. Koto gave Surai a look. One indiscernible from curiosity or excitement. Attempting to distract from this, he spent equal time to looked upon each individually. Even so, the precocious youth before him earned something more. Pity or remorse intended only for those marked by death. Whimsical regrets pushed aside. Koto removed any notion of sympathy from himself. Ongye took note of how the man glanced over his disfiguring burns. Also making a snide grin in conjunction with Koto’s inner thoughts. He found Hatchell’s lack of engagement not surprising. From what he’d been told, these habits were to be expected. Just like Koto’s next words. “If you would please accompany me on a brief tour, I’ll show you to your rooms afterwards. There you can relax before tonight’s dinner.” Koto beckoned for the delegates to follow.

He had no real influence over anyone’s actions. If either side wanted to leave an impression, they would need to attend. Ongye wasn’t worried about his reputation. Only playing along to keep an eye on the Jedi. Should everyone follow, or at least Alek and Arador, then he to would proceed. Exiting a sided door which opened up to an elongated hallway. Then Koto continued right at a three way intersection. On their left was the Alcazar shipyard. Visible through large glass plated windows. These featured expensive imported cruisers and large military vessels capable of holding a platoons worth of soldiers. “As you can see, Hatchell likes collecting off-worlder ships. We also maintain our own personal stock of combat ready vehicles. This area is off limits so please refrain from going near it.” Their walk continued for some time. Eventually they entered a practice yard where the guards honed their martial skills. “Our knights train here. They’re encouraged to practice hand to hand combat as well as fire arms.” Here were stands of dulled swords. Blades purposely made plane to prevent serious injuries.

Ongye wasn’t particularly enjoying the tour. It reeked of mundanity. Should Alek be present in their group. He’d approach one of the various wooden arrangements to grab an unimpressive backsword. It’s length no longer than three feet. The sword cut through air at his command. Unleashing a flurry of movement only a trained warrior could articulate. ”Duel me.” He would say as the tip rested blandly, tip pointed at Alek. ”Let show them who’s side is stronger.” Though it was an understandably egotistical sithly thing to say. It was not for simple personal gain or renown but something else yet to be announced.

 

[Surai Kyaata]

Unlike her Force sensitive partner, Surai found the halls quaint. Tad silent, really. Everyone was behaving themselves in front of a King; all concerned the slightest displeasure might keep them from riches or glory. You could hear the pin of a grenade drop in the immaculately cleaned chamber. Well, you could if the Jedi hadn't drifted through the doors.

Yeah, yeah, Master Jedi of the who cares here for the whatever because piece of ass. Or was that peace? More importantly, did anyone really care? Everyone knew if a Jedi entered the room it meant the fun was about to die.

"My Lord, if you could restrain yourself enough to spare one for me, I would be in your debt," Surai said under her breath as she stood beside him. Just because the Devaronian wasn't a Force sensitive type didn't mean the man's body language had gone unnoticed. Woman like her noticed these things. Made her feel insecure, like Ongye might slaughter everyone without allowing her any fun.

Guess she wasn't the only one that could prematurely get the party started.

When Koto approached Surai only affirmed the read she'd already made on the pair. Silent, watchful, uninterested... yes, the King already made up his mind and all of this was a formality. Meanwhile, Koto was the politician. A man that tried to give away as little of his true opinion and demeanor as possible. Not that it helped when his eyes fell upon the red countenance of the Devaronian woman. Was it her amber eyes, or the horns that captured his attention? Or perhaps the smile that spread over her lips under Koto's gaze. Nothing wrong with stoking the man's interest. The bow of her head, but not her eyes to the man's earlier introduction had hopefully displayed the Sith delegation was not uncouth -- Surai learned that Rodian word on the way to the planet.

Seemed Koto had a bit more to learn about the art of not wearing his emotions on his sleeve. Surai forced the smile to stay on her lips as she watched the surveying of the young Jedi. It took considerable will power not to roll her eyes. Long as they didn't have a court bard saunter out to write a ballad or something for the Jedi.

"We look forward to that," she said in acceptance of the tour. Not that it was a choice, or that she actually cared about seeing some tapestries.

As the group strode out into the hallway, their first sight was that of the shipyard. Surai hummed as her gaze lingered on the ships. "Impressive." Spectacle like this these people were begging for compliments. Wasn't hard to part with one either; they had a nice collection for the role in galactic affairs this ball of dirt played anyway.

The training yard was more Surai's thing, however. Not that it held the sparkle of polished metal or fine cloth. Damn shame there weren't any knights there at that moment. Might be nice to test their physical prowess. Get a feel for their capabilities. You know, in case something were to happen. Never hurt to be prepared, especially with her 'Lord' getting twitchy already.

 

[Alek Varsan]

The event was as dull, as Alek expected of it, and as they two jedi wondered through the chamber it seemed nothing was of interest. Moments later Arador asked him what the sith were doing here, Alek looked at the young knight saying “The same reason we are, to play nice with the people here and try to make a alliance.” He pats Arador on the back “Don’t be so worried.” He says as he takes a drink from a nearby servant and drinks it now an empty glass in hand “look if it makes you feel better just remember, your with me and I’ve always made sure I’ve looked out for you, plus your young but your growing, I’ve seen you can handle yourself well that’s why I had you come along, so relax it’s all going to be ok ” Alek then turned to his own thoughts, Sith were interesting to him for a number of reasons, he could tell this one was strong, but Alek didn’t scare easy. Alek had been put through sith training for a time when captured, so he knew what they go through so Alek never saw them as anymore than what he saw now. A man that could use the force, as well as one who used to for the wrong reasons. The other with the sith Alek knew even if she looked nice, she was dangerous even without using the force, Alek never underestimated people like this, he had seen his fare share of hired help so Alek respected people like that. The two groups didn’t interact with each other until asked if they would like a tour for a short time this evening. Alek followed with Arador close behind and the sith as well being ahead of them, the four of them examined a shipyard. It held quite the collection, this wasn’t too intresting to Alek but he knew Arador enjoyed it more than him. But Alek did find interest in somthing, and that was their training grounds, taking it all in Alek remembers his time learning to fight, if there was one thing Alek loved it was combat having devoted years of his life to it. After hearing on how the soldiers were trained Alek was hoping to see them in action but then Alek spoke up “People can appreciate a good blaster, but when it’s time to It’s good to know how to get up close and personal to put someone in the dirt, it takes a bit more effort and thinking, every lesson needs to be beat into you before you can be effective in a hand to hand situation.” Alek knew this from experience, as they looked at the training grounds further, the sith finally spoke up after showing off a little, then pointing a dull bladed sword at him. Alek could tell he knew a thing or two with a blade, and Alek never shied away from a challenge, he simply uses a finger to move the point of the blade away from himself then he took off the outer layer of his robe to have more movement handing it to Arador then saying “Not bad for a sith, but the form was a little off if I’m honest, if you’d like for me to show the proper way of doing it I’d be happy to.” He could tell the sith didn’t like that but Alek couldn’t help it, he always needed to say somthing that would tick someone off, as well as the sith was a little eager to duel him, and as much as he tried to hide it Alek was eager as well, this was all good fun to him. After taking a moment to pick up another backsword similar to his opponents he smiled and started to slash a few times back and forth to get used to the weapon. He then looked to Arador and began to speak “Looks like this got just a little intresting, so pay attention you can learn somthing here.” Then looking to the rest of the group then walking to the closest dueling ring,now standing on one side he smiled having tried to restrain from any smart comments, but failing to do so as the sith made his way to the other still holding the expression all sith had when wanting to show off their skill. Alek the procceded to talk “ Jedi fight a little too forgiving, so one has to go find others to really train the body to fight but the Jedi are becoming more open to the idea of a more aggressive style like I prefer, so I’ll respect your fighting style for that, but fancy displays can only go so far, so I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt, do I need to just let you take some time and warm up? I’m sure the sith can put on a good show, I should know, I’ve seen sith with quite the combat skill, I do hope you can entertain our small audience in helping show that I’m better and you can be a close second.” Alek smiled, he loved to push peoples buttons in fights it’s just who he was, Jedi or not. Alek held his weapon in his right hand, keeping to down as his side as he paced back and forth now just sizing up his challanger “But I’m tired of talking let’s just get down to it, so please by all means I’ll give you the first stike since you asked for this duel.” Alek said as he waited for the sith to make a move.

 

[Arador Drakar]

Arador looked to his mentor as the older Knight explained why the Sith are here as well. So the Sith are not all about invading and can be civilized from time to time. Now that was something new. Leaving the teenager to wonder when the Sith figured out that bloodshed does not answer everything. But still the boy was a bit nervous about being so close to such a person. Well besides the lightsaber, the sith looked like he can pass off as a normal person much like himself. But the boy still wondered how his big brother was able to act so bloody calm when the enemy is so close by.

"I am worried and a bit overwhelmed, Alek. Hearing about the Sith is one thing. But being in the same room as one is a whole different thing. I know I can stand on my own two feet and you will be next to me. But feeling all his emotions and passions as though he wears them on his sleeve. It is.. Concerning and strange." The boy said as he followed the older jedi around through the crowd, biting back an annoyed groan as an old lady walked over and pinched his cheeks as she exclaimed about how adorable he is. There is no need to announce it for everyone to hear. Sheesh.
The boy thought as her little announcement brought more women over. The boy groaned with annoyance and despiration as he looked for a way to get away from these insanely crazy women. His chance came though when the six women looked to each other instead of paying attention to him. Talking something about putting him in some sort of uniform. Ah hell no! The teenager thought as he made his escape back to Alek's side. Just in time for when some guy came saying he was going to take the four of them on some sort of tour. Arador will do anything if it will get him away from those crazy rich women!

But the boy found that for a moment that the tour was quite boring. He was not interested in the paintings, the tapistry or the other stuff the bloke pointed out to the four of then. Except for the weaponry and the armor. Now those naturally caught the boy's interest. The blind teenager had to keep his arms deep in the sleeves of his cloak to prevent him from touching the stuff. But when they got to where the king lept his collections of ships? Well let's say Arador was wishing he could get back there for a closer look. Arador could tell that Alek was not as interested as the teenager who has never seen such a variety of ships before. Now when they reached where the soldiers are trained, not only was his brother's interest sparked. But the Sith's as well. The teenager was concerned about such a challenge. But then again it will blow off some steam. So why not let the two have a duel. What is the worse thing that can happen?

"Yeah.. I will be watching Alek." He mentioned as the older Knight handed the teenager his cloak. Of course Arador is going to watch so he can learn something. The teenager took a few steps back as the two knights headed over to what appeared to be a ring of sorts. Must be where the soldiers did their training duels and wrestling matches by the look of it. He looked to the Sith with a bit of concern as Alek taunted him, trying to draw him into making the first move. There is no telling how the Sith Knight will react or if he will simply throw taunts right back at the teenager's mentor to lure Alek into making the first move.

The boy was drawn away from watching the match that was starting to their guide as he handed the teenager a glass filled with a clear liquid that Arador guessed was just water. Thanking the man as he took the small glass, the blind teenager took a small sip of the fluid. It tastes like water.. So it must be water. So the boy did not notice that it is Thisspiasian Vodka he is drinking. Eager to quench his thirst the boy drank until the glass was half full as he watched his mentor face the Sith.

 

[Ongye-Ui Miutigheid]

The fowl bile Alek spat was akin to an elderly man heaving slime from his throat. Entertaining none the less. Claiming before actions like a child exclaiming their wisdom before attaining years of disappointment to back it up. Ongye knew Alek, the Sith possessed a codex assessing the young mans true value. ”Your reputation proceeded you I’m afraid.” The blade in hand rested at Ongye’s side. Returning to an imaginary scabbard. Open palm held absent of any physical manifestation to grab upon. ”May you play master but I have studied your past. Who you were before today. So please, don’t be offended when I jest for I only speak truth.” Foot after foot, his position moved to place Alek’s back towards the crowed. ”Your weakness is plain…” Ongye stopped moving and pushed his knee out. Resting, while the other bent to prepare for an effortless assault. ”Unable to be a Sith. Hiding from what makes you strong. Content on placating yourself amongst dreads. It’s truly where you belong.” With a willful push forward. He charged, unleashing the sword high into the air. ”Soon to be alongside your dead parents!” Ongye measured the distance carefully. Making sure to allow enough space predicting an unforeseen attack to occur.

Alek may not of understood the rules behind dueling. Such was a fine art. Unable to be classified as brutish like many others would. Anything beyond simple martial combatant behavior would result in a loss. Force taken aside, sparing like this was truly a great creative form. One must always be present. Capable of reading the air just as the leaf does when falling to earth. ”Show me what makes you worthy!” Ongye slashed down. Praying to be blocked. Should Alek deflect, the handle would twist and bring itself up. Connecting once more with Alek’s weapon then slashing down respectfully to exploit whatever opening was present. Skillfully he remembered the stances required to dodge. With any movement backwards, another strike would follow. Aimed specifically at Alek’s handle. Following the blades underside length, he would step forward. Locking their weapons. Heaving his dominate hand up. Presenting the true motion. An attack meant to slam it’s hilt into the man’s head.

Had anything gone wrong, Ongye would change defensively. Would ground be given, he’d step back and sheath the blade. Would Alek gain an upper hand, each attack followed a similar pattern of back-stepping.

Koto was excited to see what prowess these individuals exhibited. Standing in as commissioner should either desecrate this place. Careful to announce any wrongdoing. However he still had a job to do. Arador had mistakenly taken half a glass of alcohol. ‘Perfect’ he thought, motioning for a servant to refill the goblet. His eyes only left for a moment to spy upon Surai. Winking nonchalantly before returning to the duel.

Ongye didn’t feel confidence. He was a man of focus. Unable to manifest any other feeling besides what pulled from his wound. Promising the incorporeal beast ‘Now or later you shall feed’. Could he hold himself from committing sins of gluten, perhaps. The matter at attention was one of honor. Though it made little impact. Simply thinking about such things exhausted him. Why should he be giving when all others do is take? Because something human still lingered behind those eyes. The same connate morals that drove truly good beings. Friends, love, and more. Why else would he bring the stranger Surai? She presented herself differently then others. Contemporary none the less. He thrived upon unions such as these for they were temporary. Still always lusting for more. Connections binding souls to one another.

His mind returned to the duel. Focusing his efforts on manipulating their engagement. Should any leeway be given, merciless counters trailed.

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[Surai Kyaata]

Surai's eyes drifted closed as the Jedi and Sith exchanged verbal barbs. Her left hand lifted to cover her mouth as she silently yawned. The bright eyes of the Devaronian woman revealed themselves once more as the two boys got around to squaring off. Yeah, she knew all about the psycho-babble bit of fighting. Make your opponent uncomfortable or distracted so they didn't see what you intended. Effective, but boring. Well, unless Surai was the one goading someone of course. Right now, however, she was just a bystander and really what chance was there either man was dying here and now?

The littler Jedi mistaking alcohol for water was more interesting, but even that was only a matter of degrees. Unless the kid got drunk within seconds and started stripping. Now there'd be something a girl could appreciate.

Koto seemed to enjoy both performances, though he'd taken a more active role with the young Jedi. Servants seemed awfully attentive in keeping the glass more than half full. Whatever got the man off. Surai spared him a warm and broad smile when he winked in her direction, however. Koto had given it a shot and taken advantage of the meager opportunity; he deserved a little recognition for it.

"My Lord seems to have things in hand here," she announced at Koto's side. "Would it be too much trouble for one your men to show me to our rooms? Formalities to prepare for this evening," Surai said by way of excuse. After all, the red woman was just an Atte-- Attack-- that Bith thing. Paperwork to do, someone to phone, whatever diplomatic support personnel did. Kark her, no one tried to turn her into a proper Lady; wouldn't have stuck even if they'd tried.

Whether Koto himself offered, or another, Surai had genuine things to do. And those matters required a stop by the guest area to get things in order. The boys were capable of taking care of themselves -- one way or another.

 

[Alek Varsan]

For a moment Alek was shocked, the sith clearly had done research on him knowing of his time as a dark agent of the force, as well as his parents murder all those years ago. This stuck a nerve with the jedi, some things were better left in the past, so why was this? What reason did this sith have to look into his past? These thoughts passed as Aleks opponent made his move, he moved back not to hasty to engage, a follow up strike this time Alek crosses blades, but wanting to create distance for now so narrowly escaping a blow to his face by applying a matching force which he then pushed to not only back himself but the opponent. Once this happened Alek tried to focus, never being one to let words cut through him, to him he was more than some tool the Jedi and the sith had tried to make him during multiple occasions. His parents came back into him mind, a moment of flashbacks of how they were shown no mercy right before his eyes as a child, such brutal torment to them, and him. This led him to become a Jedi from the start, years of following their teachings, he helped them at lessons, fought battles for them. Then no one came for him while he was taken by the sith, he was alone being used once again as a tool until Jedi who knew him but could no longer understand him, brought him back to the order even now he felt it hard to fit within the Jedi ranks now from his experience. Everyone he was ever close to had died at some point. All except Arador, to Alek he was his only family but even then it was not through blood. Alek once again pushed back any feelings he had, now again focused on the task at hand, the Jedi had been through a lot in his 22 years of life and wasn’t about to be embarrassed by this sith before him. “I see you’ve looked into me, I’m flattered.” He paused then spoke again “As well of my intresting past, I hope I haven’t disappointed, but for such a strong person as yourself I’m surprised you haven’t won already by what your saying seeing I’m not worthy. You can say what you like but until I join my parents I can say I’ve done more than enough to prove worth on both ends, if I have to prove it to you then I’ll just have to do what I do best, prove that you can’t beat me.” He taunted now ready he comes forward slashing from right to left, if dodged then he will be ready to defend if making contact with the sith, than he try to swip his weapon enough to swipe again from his low left side, diagonal up to his right to try to catch him off guard.

 

[Arador Drakar]

Arador was in all honesty shocked when the Sith Knight mentioned that he had done research into Alek's past. Even Arador knew very little. But to.. Do such a thing and rudely bring it up. Well the teenager couldn't see himself doing that to anyone. The young Knight could see that it was all just to get under his brother's skin, but wondered if Alek can see it as well. Glancing to the other spectators as he accepted the glass Arador frowned as he felt all the emotions welling up inside his mento. Alek. He is just trying to get under your skin. He doesn't know everything. Don't let him get to you. He telepathically told the other Knight. Hoping that his little message will help Alek at least a little bit. Of course he has no idea if his mentor will hear his message because it had only beer roughly two weeks ago that Arador discovered his ability to use the force to telepathically communicate with his older brother.

The boy watched the duel begin, having full confidence that it will be Alek who will be the winner. Not the Sith. The teenager had just gulped down half the contents in his glass when the servant filled it back up. What the hell. Yeah he is thirsty but sheesh slow down on the refills. He found it strange that no matter how much of the water he drank his thirst didn't seem to become satisfied. The boy wondered why as he took another sip of the fluid, still oblivious to what the contents really is. Though it was the young Knight's first experience with alcohol. So he had no idea that the burning feeling coursing through his veins was all due to the vodka he is consuming.

When the servant moved to refill his glass.. What was it? The second or third time? Or was it the fourth? The teenager didn't remember. But as the servant attempted to refill his glass, Arador put his hand over his glass. Wanting to finish this glass off first. Watching the servant step away, Arador looked back to the duel taking place. Another sip and the boy felt a bit more of an affect from his drink. With the burning sensation becoming a bit more intense along with his sense of force sight being affected a little.

 

[Ongye-Ui Miutigheid]

Demeaned youth, grasped in frigid hands. Just as the masonry tools chisel rock away. They, two, were pieces of a grander design. Chained by merciless fate. Bound to manifest themselves as meaningless ink disregarded by the painter. Destiny weaving carelessly: bringing fortune to greedy demons; making angels toil in misery. Unsympathetic and most egregious. Tallying falsities like a schizophrenic weighing incomprehensible measures. Perhaps inscrutable proof of a godless realm. Populated by pestilential sheep. Few among them promising grander futures. Jedi corralled these Demi-gods in wool. Falsifying ascension through burying emotion. Making burdened seditionists. Their assignation within the domain of unvarnished energy. Excommunicating, or euthanizing, perverse slaves. So long as Alek concealed all feelings, proudly displaying his association, incorporeal chain would suffocate him. The irrevocable consequence at heel. Sith validated such nihilism. Reveling in what veracity was left.

Chaos: consuming, impartial, and relentless. Should any entity embody such idiosyncrasies of mayhem, then truly they are its effigy. If Alek represented subjugating peace, Ongye personified entropy. Shifting whims frantically to appease emotions unbidden. Holding sway over them rather then becoming its puppet. The duelist before him would be made to navigate a maelstrom. Susceptible like all caught within.

Air vibrated intensely as worn steel clashed. Weight pushed with meager strength permits only a few feet. Alek taking measures to ascertain an advantage. Ongye forbid this fulcrum from making him sway. Assailing in an expedient manner. Draining time to think. Angling his backsword sixty degrees. Offhand shifting, placating the attack. Defensively allowing Alek’s shift from right to left. Carefully Ongye had minimized the distance between them. Shadowing each step his opponent took. Slightly adjusting by inches for this exact purpose. The blade clicked as its brother passed. Ongye stepped forward. Alek brought his sword down but, before being able to strike again, Ongye had already slashed. Aiming from Alek’s left shoulder down right. Anticipating failed or post reactions.

Koto nodded approvingly. Never one to deny a lady’s request. Surai would then be escorted by the servant holding Thisspian vodka, Koto took the pitcher from them. Cozying up to Arador as their party became more intimate. “I see you’re enjoying yourself.” Noting a flushed expression that painted itself on most alcoholics. “Not much of a drinker now but seeing you embrace our spirits makes this old soul grow fond of youth.” There situated a smile across his face. One which desperately longed for simpler times. Lost once again to harsh realities. Aged or not, time had been fiendish. Baffling Koto in a litany of ways.

Okiokj was the caretaker entrusted to Surai. Appearing plain and suspiciously quiet. Answering any questions presented with quick concise replies. Refusing as much as possible if asked about names. He’d happily accompany her though. The exotic beauty she displayed made angels abandon their halos. This meager representative would do anything as well. Except linger to long. Woman needed their space and time to prepare. Upon arriving, Surai would find a room to herself. Expertly ordained with accented walls and elaborately woven tapestries. The bed was massive, suitable for a giant three times her size. Across from it was a vanity mirror for preparation. There, across the room, was a door leading to a private bath.

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[Surai Kyaata]

Surai smiled as Koto agreed to her request. How thoughtful. She couldn't quite say the same thing about the man that took the responsibility for fulfilling the escort, however.

She peppered their time together with small talk. Questions about walking in the gardens after the evening meal, or whether the planet had festivities involving the ships in the shipyard. No matter what the message had said, there was no point risking everything from impatience; more pertinent questions would simply have to wait. The Devaronian would continue to play her part for the time being -- it's why they'd hired her. That and the promise she'd literally bite their head off if they refused.

The last bit might have been a fabrication. Or not. Never threaten and tell.

Once they'd arrived Surai only managed to roll her eyes. Tapestries. Well, it was a castle, wasn't it? "Thank you, sir," she cooed. A little emphasis on the title given the man was deathly allergic to names. With all the titles and honorifics abound this was the perfect place for someone with such allergies.

Alone, a low growl rumbled within the tall woman. Her eyes had fallen to the bed. "Someone around here knows how to throw a party." Shame it wasn't the King. Man had a stick up his lower cheeks the likes of which would make a rancor blush.

But to the matter at hand. Yes, business first, lewd thoughts later.

First, Surai needed to locate the stash. She set to work examining the room including the bath. If she had to skulk around out in the hallway to find the goods in some other guest room she'd do that too. Karking tards could stow them in the chamber they'd toss her in at least, she thought. More important things to do than play hide-and-seek.

It'd be good to get a look at the merchandise so she could plan carting it around, and formulate a few thoughts on where to place them. Size did matter. If they were the size of her head that'd make concealment just a bit more difficult than if they could fit in the palm of her hand. That storm of thought aside, everything was in hand far as Surai was concerned.

 

[Alek Varsan]

The Jedi was strong, but so was the sith. In a way Alek felt a sense of himself within the enemy. Why was this, was it the way the man carried himself? Alek remembered his time as one of them, it was hard, isolated by everyone and thing. No one to trust but himself, no one to rely on. True he had power, but at what cost, Constant torture, pain, suffering, internal chaos, his inoccense he held dear ripped away. Alek may play on the outside, he may smile, laugh. But to no real extent, this was but a mask to hide what he wished to forget. A person who’s mind as been broken, rewired and picked apart over and over, until he forgot who he was, then becoming no better than the ones who took his parents in cold blood. Nights where sleepless messes, always kept awake of the thought of his inner power learned as a dark agent of the force as how it was used during that time. He was surprised as anyone he was alive either by someone’s hand or having off himself. Well he guessed that’s what life had handed him and that’s what he had to deal with. Then his thoughts come back to the duel as the sound of steel clashed apon one another. Alek slashes and misses his sword now pointed at his left bottom side, a start to bring it back up starts, but noticed the sith had been wanting to get closer. Now him thrusting for his left shoulder, He has now put up his sword side ways and up, now bending down in an attempt to block, cold metal meets and Alek tried to hold back the powerful strike. Now struggling as the now awkward position he is put in, they stay there locked in this struggle to over power the other, Alek then remembers again. He was alive, now being faced down by a sith that wanted to pick as his past to make him think like this to get inside his head. Alek knew this but still let it sink in, his parents torture being skinned alive before him. His own never being granted rest, shocked, beaten. His battles always held loss losing his mentor, family, the child he once was. All this combined to what he was now, he could feel everything in that room, he could feel his emotions run through him. He needed to get out, this wave, no this storm of emotion seemed to want to get out, to consume him. What was he, who was Alek? He didn’t know nor could he awnser the question, as they sat there locked still Alek needed to end this duel, not to win just end it, he was no longer in the mood for games. He felt his emotion overflow, tired of this, feeling his power grow for a final time in this fight. Starting to push more and more, his eyes slightly turn orange/red, as his anger swells, the sith noticed this as he pushed just the same, Alek now stands still locked the air around the two becomes fuzzy the force they gather fights one another just as the two force users do. Neither cared at this point both had enough of this banter. After moments they could hold this no longer each shoving physically and with the force being unleashed in a great furry, it could be called a forceful explosion of power. Both duelist being pushed back out of the ring, Alek as was thrown back catches himself on one knee after breathing to gain breath tired as of the power out put, that same most likely would be for the sith as well using the same amount. Aleks eyes return to their normal dark brown, now slow to stand sees the other slow to stand as well, still regaining breath he then looks at the sword in his hand and tosses it down. Knowing both were done, he then looks back to the sith, he then speaks “Jedi, or sith, it dosnt matter, I am who I am, I don’t need any label to tell me what I’ve done or gone through. The words you read were just that......words, you think you know me, but in truth, you just as blind as any other person.” He then turns to obtain his other gear from Arador, but although he finds it, it would seem Arador was no longer there. Either having run off or gone to a room to wait for the main event of the night, no matter........Alek just needed space to think apon some things. The sith could say what he wanted now, but would gain no reply from the knight. He was in a way hard of hearing to anymore banter and word play for now as he started off to find the boy, as to make sure he kept out of trouble then to regain his thoughts somewhere.

 

[Arador Drakar]

Arador had absolutely no idea what was going on. He felt so warm it felt great but at the same time it was annoying. What in the name of the Sith did they give him? The boy was now doubting that it was not water. If it was... It is a type he is not familiar with. The teenager finished what was left of his drink and placed the glass on the tray a butler was holding out, more so to offer more of what he was just drinking.

Looking to Koto as the older male cozied up to Arador, "No.. I uh.. That was the first time I've had alcohol sir." He said quietly as he placed Alek's belongings on a bench next to him, then loosened the bit of his tunic he can loosen up in an attempt to cool off. Seeing that his brother's battle was drawing to a close.. What were these emotions that he was sensing coming from Alek? What has the Sith done to him? The boy was not sure if Alek seeing the teenager drunk in his.. Angered state was such a good idea. There is no telling how the older knight will react.

Yes, Alek told him to watch so he can leaen a thing or two. But it seemed that the fight has escalated to something else. There is nothing that the boy will learn here, that is the conclusion he came up to. That and he will be in trouble if Alek found that he is drunk. Because technically, Arador is not allowed to drink due to one of Alek's rules. And he has unknowingly until now, broke that rule.

Besides, Arador is more of a hands on learner. Yes he can learn a thing or two from watching. But his preferred method is hands on. The boy looked to Koto, "Is there somewhere where I can get cleaned up before the main event?" It appeared that there was because Koto had gone and lead the teenager to a room, the boy had forgotten to bring Alek's belongings along. But thought as he placed his own robe on a hook that it may by him more time to rid himself of the smell and affects of the alcohol before his brother finds him. With their close bond, it will not be long before his brother finds him.

He watched Koto open a door to a bathroom, "Thank you, sir.. Please don''t do anything else. You have already done so much." He told the male as the teenager stepped into the bathroom. Walking over to the sink Arador turned the cold water facet on. Immediately he went about to cooling his face off. Stopping for a moment the teenager removed his top to prevent it from getting wet, then went back to cooling himself off. The water feeling oh so refreshing in the state he is in. When Arador felt a bit better, the teenager turned the water off. The affects of the alcohol was still there, but not as strongly as they were a moment ago. Putting his tunic back on, the boy walked over to the bed and sat down for a moment as he felt another unfamiliar affect of the alcohol, drowsiness.

 

[Ongye-Ui Miutigheid]

Ongye could feel the pull of air shifting between the two. Alek had broken the code. Understandably it was hard to restrain oneself. To prevent being flung, Ongye rivaled the power. Pushing back just the same. Suddenly, like two atmospheric clouds, they passed forcing each back. Alek was less graceful in taking its impact, flying backwards. Ongye shifted his weight to the tips of his toes. Kneeling slightly as he did. Sliding away some distance. It was clear that this had finally culminated in a draw. Koto shook his head disapprovingly. Alek stood to walk away but spat one last sentence at him. Ongye smirked and coughed, detesting the words. To think this man thought himself different was sinful. Neither combatants were easily summed up but their pasts make them who they are. Only the future could change them. Who was to say wether they’d both change.

There came a whisper, one of evil intent. Sending shivers down Ongye’s spine. Making his hand twitch uncontrollably. Urging the man to attack. The willpower it took to stop himself exuded an aura of darkness. Creeping behind Alek as he strolled away.

Recently returning from his little detour with Arador, Koto watched the finale. He sighed with discontent, promising himself that this was simply inevitable. When presented with power there’s few that would shun it. Kings flaunt their wealth and influence unknowingly, soldiers demonstrate strengths naturally, and all whom do bring folly in wake. Blame could not be solely on one. Both brandished force like a blacksmith proud of his creation. “We could finish the tour!” He announced as the two came closer. “There’s the gardens, the gallery of art, maybe we…” His intent being one of diplomatic discussion.

Should they both agree. He’d bring them to the gardens and explain the different plants. Asking each about their ideals on maintaining the planets ecology. Ongye welcomed the idea. Another chance to speak with Alek outside of rigid duels and ill willed insults.

Were the Jedi to deny its continuation he’d finish the thought with, “Could just go to our respected room and prepare for tonight’s engagement.” The man seemed defeated as he spoke. Taking personal care of the Jedi. Escorting them to their bedrooms. Ongye would be taken by a servant. It was planned to have these constituents boarded separately. Jedi in the east wing, Sith in the west.

 

[Surai Kyaata]

"The Sith don't want to burn your cities. That's Jedi propaganda," Surai declared with no effort to keep her voice down. "They believe if an opportunity presents itself, you take it. Where's the harm in that? Every merchant, solider, and politician does that. But the Jedi? They think you should sit quietly, meditate, and wait for the galaxy to manifest your destiny through sheer will. Now, you tell me how that kind of philosophy works outside of their lofty temples."

Did Surai believe the Sith were right? The Devaronian didn't actually care. Hell, what she was saying right now could be completely wrong. There was no script they'd handed the hired merc here to do a job. But her people were quite good in tight spots, and even if the Sith didn't believe what Surai had said, she did. There was an opportunity, and she was taking it.

The court guide at her side stopped with her several feet from the vacated throne. He mentioned how they couldn't go any closer even with the King absent. It went unsaid, but it wasn't difficult to figure out why -- it was to prevent the very thing she'd hoped to do given the chance.

"Wouldn't want some stuck up Hutt-licker sitting in it when you weren't looking, right? I get it." That hadn't been on her mind. Well, not professionally. Personally hell yes she'd like to sit her red ass in the chair; she'd look damn fine with a leg draped over one arm. An army under her command. Perhaps a few grapes to hold her over until dinner.

As the man patiently agreed to the sentiment, but tactfully avoided endorsing the tone of what Surai had said, her bright gaze shifted behind them. Any time now. "Why don't you show me--" With the right amount of pressure in the right spot the heel to one of her shoes snapped. The Human was gracious enough to try and catch her. "I can't believe..." A heavy huff followed as the Devaronian bent over to undo the straps to both shoes. "I hope I brought another pair."

Assurances arrangements could be made if she had not, Surai's ball and chain soon found something more important to draw his eye. A cacophony of sound rang throughout the throne room as a cart of various pots, pans, and utensils spilled everywhere. The unlucky girl pushing it stumbled and collapsed over the ruins making even more noise. Every eye of still on guard or attending the vacated seat of power had turned toward the source. Some even naturally drifted toward the commotion near the entryway to see what was happening. Shouts for help soon followed as the poor dear had collapsed and seemed to be throwing a fit of some kind. A seizure, perhaps? Death throes? There was so many poisons and toxins in the galaxy you never knew what you might get.

Maybe the Force was real. Surai was almost thankful the need to occupy the Human's time had come to its end.

In the few seconds left open to her, Surai darted across the dais barefoot to plant a package several feet behind the throne. She'd thought to put it under the King's vacant ass, but circumstances... well, someone might want that seat when everything was said and done. Blowing it to pieces might upset people. Where it was now they could show the King's life would still have been in danger, but the throne would survive. Might need a polish or some buffing.

Second it was done, Surai hurried back and started toward the entryway to feign she'd been a step behind her attendant the whole time. For his part, the man did look behind her as the shock of the moment wore off, and he became mindful of his charge. Surai met the look with a fiery smile, which while reassuring of her presence might still unnerve those that thought of her people as demons.

 

[Alek Varsan]

Alek adjusted his robes since gathering all his gear finally, now hearing that they could continue the tour from their guide. Alek recomposed himself and rejoined the small group, he then gives a small smile “Why not, Waiting in a room would be to dull anyway, and I suspect the others that left will be just fine until the event, lead on.” Alek wasn’t one to be upset very long, he was better than that. But he still wondered where the young Arador had run off to, but he wasn’t to worried about it at the moment, his main focus was just to keep himself busy for the time being. So as they started off again Alek tried to relaxe once again just to make things easier. As they where led through the halls once again he took in all that he saw as well wondered what the gardens looked like on this world as his mind began to wonder as the group continued on.

 

[Arador Drakar]

Arador jolted out of his sleep, sitting up the teenager wondered when he fell asleep. Not that his memory is b,ad. He was just wondering when he passed out. The teenager got off the bed and slipped on his robe thinking that he better go back to Alek knowing his big brother will be wondering where he ran off to.

The teenager followed the lavish hallways back to where the training arena was to find no one was there. But the teenager had one trick up his sleeve to find where his mentor had gone. The boy's plan was simple really. Just find where their host would have taken Alek to next on the tour. Where would his brother be taken to next? The blind teenager wondered as he stood there pondering when his eyes settled on the shipyard. Walking over to the window he peered out at the endless row of ships. That was when he noticed something. If the King was so keen to keep people away from his collection... Where are all the guards protecting the ships? Where is the security system. Curiosity got the better of the boy, wanting to find out the lack of security and getting a closer look at the ships.

Cautiously wondering over to the door, he pressed a button and the doors silently opened. Looking up and down the corridor to make sure no one was coming or watching. It is all clear so the boy walked out onto the massive landing pad. No security or security systems. Now this is odd. The boy's eyes fixed a Nubian Starship, Arador wondered closer and closer until his hands were resting on the.. Outer frame? This isn't metal. The young jedi looked confused as he felt the material wondering if the impressive ships are simply massive models of some kind. His time with the models were cut short though when the one he was touching fell over onto another ship. The entire thing causing a domino affect of ships falling over, the boy failed to realize that it was a strong breeze that caused the models to fall over.

Yikes, I am so grounded for life! The teenager told himself as he fled the scene. Deciding that he'd better just find Alek to keep himself from getting into anymore trouble than what he probably is already in. The boy ran down all the halls to find out a window that Alek is being given a tour of the garden. Finding an open doorway he ran over to Alek, Sorry Ori'vod I went to get cleaned up and fell asleep, He telepathically told his brother as he came to a stop at his side leaving out the fact he has accidentally consumed alcohol way below the age line that his brother had set weeks ago when the teenager asked him about the subject. As well as leaving out his little adventure with the king's collection of ships.

He looked at the variety of plants in the garden, fixing a bit of his hair that was out of place from his nap. The boy hoped that his brother will not inquire about what he has been up to besides taking a nap and getting cleaned up. As well as that the palace staff have fixed up those ship models; blaming them falling over due to the strong breeze coming through.

When a servant offered the teenager a clear fluid drink, Arador purposely walked around his brother. Using the older knight as a barrier. After realizing what he drank was alcohol, Arador is feeling a little bit cautious of being offered drinks, "No thank you. I uh.. Had enough." He told the servant quietly. He then distracted himself from the servant as a butterfly landed on his nose, it was massive so the butterfly blocked his line of sight. It was a far more pleasant distraction from his little adventure he had and the excitement from the alcohol he had consumed and the strange affects it had on him. Tilting his head the boy set up a mind meld with the insect, asking it to move so he can see where he is going. Giggling as the insect simply walked up to his forehead then to the top of his head. Breaking the mind meld with the butterfly the teenager turned to find his brother just to bump right into him, "Sorry Ori'vod!" He exclaimed, looking up at his mentor with a silly, sheepish grin.