OOC: Open to the Sith & To finally put an end to a plot that has been on and off since the start of the Timeline
The Previous Night: Bakura Senatorial Chambers
A chill had washed over the capital city, accompanied with what felt like the swirling winds of winter rolling in on the northern most continent. It seemed quite poignant in a poetical sort of way, the changing of the seasons away from the months of bountiful harvest of the crops in the Namana plantations, and the spent blossoms withering and dying. Much as it was the fate of the cultists that had resided and worked in the shadows of the planet's governance, they had grown fat and suckled from their position of grandeur and false power, and like a fatted heard it was time for the culling.
The former Cult of Locura, now the Cult of Khar was left in tatters. Many of the dwindling followers had been felled under the wrath of the Sith. The act of house keeping within the dark forests on the city outskirts had seen the Cult leader's followers slain in the space of an evening. And, like any Cult leader, he had fled the scene leaving his followers to their demise. But the guilt if there was any that resided within the patriarch of the Ti'Varnus house hold would be short lived, as his retreat had not gone unnoticed.
Stepping into the personal senate chambers, the aging Governor in a clearly agitated and flustered state hurriedly dismissed the attempted cautions of his secretary, as she attempted to warn the man that a visitor had been waiting in his office. Closing the door as he dismissed the secretary, the man turned round and froze where he stood, his grey eyes falling upon the sight of a young blonde woman sitting in a chair beside his desk, her hand clasping at the stem of a glass filled with a crimson liquid, sipping at it momentarily before looking up from the wine and a faint sliver of a smile curling at her lips.
"Good Evening Father" Alyse spoke out as she gestured towards an empty glass sitting beside the opened bottle, a light chortle escaping her lips as she regarded the look of dread and shock that was plastered over the aged man's features. "Oh come now, don't be surprised. Its not as if I didn't know where you have spent every waking hour behind your desk. Figured it was due time I came to see how you are keeping, since you no longer seem to come home these days" The blonde Sith spoke as she poured out a glass for her father, before topping up her own glass and proceeding to drink from it, before handing the wine to Khar, who seemed both irritated and bemused by his daughter's Gaul to of all places show up at his offices, as if the events of the evening had not played out.
"I think you know all to well the reasons why I seldom leave this place, Alyse" Khar spoke out, as he tentatively handled the glass of wine, watching both the liquid and his daughter like a hawk. His words pointed and carried with a dry tone. Internally seething at the fact that this little stunt being played by the Sith Guardian, made it difficult if nigh impossible for him to lash out. Not with the security precautions and measures that were in place throughout the senatorial building. Any violent actions would be picked up by the cameras, as would any raised voices or sounds of a struggle be heard by the Secretary in the neighbouring room, who would in turn alert the security forces.
A slight smile curled on her lips as she simply nodded in response to the veiled meaning behind his words. "Such is the pity" Alyse spoke out before sitting back down on the chair, her chestnut hued gaze fixing with the cold icy glare of her father's "You're clearly dedicated to your position, though some times I fear it will be the death of you" she added as she raised a leg and crossed it over her knee, before brining the glass up to her lips and taking another sip from the wine - her gaze unmoving from that of Khar's, as subtle tendrils of the dark side emanated out from the blonde Sith towards the man.
"Listen, I will not abandon my life's work for some sentimental...." Khar spoke out, his words carrying and air of raised frustration, before suddenly falling short with a gasp as his hand reached for and clutched his chest, followed by the sound of glass shattering as the abandoned beverage plummeted to the marble floor. Spilling its contents across the floor as the Governor slumped down onto the ground, panting and gasping heavily as the constricting binds of the Force wrapped around his heart and continued to wrest the life out of man.
"Someone help" Alyse shouted out as she hurriedly set her glass of wine down onto the desk and rushed over to her father's side. "I think my father is having an heart attack!!" she added aloud in a raised stake of panic, seeking to get the attention of the secretary in the adjacent room. Even though knowing all to well her feigned attempts to get help would be in vein. The Senatorial building would be running with a skeleton crew at this time of night, and the nearest hospital would still be several miles out - it certainly was an unfortunate timing for the soon to be Late Governor.
The Previous Night: Bakura Senatorial Chambers
A chill had washed over the capital city, accompanied with what felt like the swirling winds of winter rolling in on the northern most continent. It seemed quite poignant in a poetical sort of way, the changing of the seasons away from the months of bountiful harvest of the crops in the Namana plantations, and the spent blossoms withering and dying. Much as it was the fate of the cultists that had resided and worked in the shadows of the planet's governance, they had grown fat and suckled from their position of grandeur and false power, and like a fatted heard it was time for the culling.
The former Cult of Locura, now the Cult of Khar was left in tatters. Many of the dwindling followers had been felled under the wrath of the Sith. The act of house keeping within the dark forests on the city outskirts had seen the Cult leader's followers slain in the space of an evening. And, like any Cult leader, he had fled the scene leaving his followers to their demise. But the guilt if there was any that resided within the patriarch of the Ti'Varnus house hold would be short lived, as his retreat had not gone unnoticed.
Stepping into the personal senate chambers, the aging Governor in a clearly agitated and flustered state hurriedly dismissed the attempted cautions of his secretary, as she attempted to warn the man that a visitor had been waiting in his office. Closing the door as he dismissed the secretary, the man turned round and froze where he stood, his grey eyes falling upon the sight of a young blonde woman sitting in a chair beside his desk, her hand clasping at the stem of a glass filled with a crimson liquid, sipping at it momentarily before looking up from the wine and a faint sliver of a smile curling at her lips.
"Good Evening Father" Alyse spoke out as she gestured towards an empty glass sitting beside the opened bottle, a light chortle escaping her lips as she regarded the look of dread and shock that was plastered over the aged man's features. "Oh come now, don't be surprised. Its not as if I didn't know where you have spent every waking hour behind your desk. Figured it was due time I came to see how you are keeping, since you no longer seem to come home these days" The blonde Sith spoke as she poured out a glass for her father, before topping up her own glass and proceeding to drink from it, before handing the wine to Khar, who seemed both irritated and bemused by his daughter's Gaul to of all places show up at his offices, as if the events of the evening had not played out.
"I think you know all to well the reasons why I seldom leave this place, Alyse" Khar spoke out, as he tentatively handled the glass of wine, watching both the liquid and his daughter like a hawk. His words pointed and carried with a dry tone. Internally seething at the fact that this little stunt being played by the Sith Guardian, made it difficult if nigh impossible for him to lash out. Not with the security precautions and measures that were in place throughout the senatorial building. Any violent actions would be picked up by the cameras, as would any raised voices or sounds of a struggle be heard by the Secretary in the neighbouring room, who would in turn alert the security forces.
A slight smile curled on her lips as she simply nodded in response to the veiled meaning behind his words. "Such is the pity" Alyse spoke out before sitting back down on the chair, her chestnut hued gaze fixing with the cold icy glare of her father's "You're clearly dedicated to your position, though some times I fear it will be the death of you" she added as she raised a leg and crossed it over her knee, before brining the glass up to her lips and taking another sip from the wine - her gaze unmoving from that of Khar's, as subtle tendrils of the dark side emanated out from the blonde Sith towards the man.
"Listen, I will not abandon my life's work for some sentimental...." Khar spoke out, his words carrying and air of raised frustration, before suddenly falling short with a gasp as his hand reached for and clutched his chest, followed by the sound of glass shattering as the abandoned beverage plummeted to the marble floor. Spilling its contents across the floor as the Governor slumped down onto the ground, panting and gasping heavily as the constricting binds of the Force wrapped around his heart and continued to wrest the life out of man.
"Someone help" Alyse shouted out as she hurriedly set her glass of wine down onto the desk and rushed over to her father's side. "I think my father is having an heart attack!!" she added aloud in a raised stake of panic, seeking to get the attention of the secretary in the adjacent room. Even though knowing all to well her feigned attempts to get help would be in vein. The Senatorial building would be running with a skeleton crew at this time of night, and the nearest hospital would still be several miles out - it certainly was an unfortunate timing for the soon to be Late Governor.
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