I Lost It All on Iridonia

[Darth Parox]

Aboard Darth Victress' yacht, 1626 local time​

Continued from Spark of Iridonia

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His feet were carrying him to his chambers, though he didn't realize it. Milo was walking somewhat aimlessly, not particularly caring where he ended up. It was his subconscious sense of self-preservation that kicked in and forced him toward the only place on the ship where he was relatively safe—or as safe as he could get on the ship of a Dark Councilor he had just showed blatant disrespect. Was he worried about the consequences? Not in the slightest. Victress knew where to find him. If she had a problem, he was willing to help her resolve it. The traditional way.

Milo didn't know if Eriana had followed him—or if she was actively following him—but he doubted it. She would likely be accompanying Victress wherever she was going to go now. Maybe they were both on the way now to punish him for his "insolence." Truth be told, he was hoping that was the case.

It was true that he was being dramatic, but even that small gesture had meant a lot to him, and he felt his trust violated. Milo did not place his trust in anyone else, and the only time he did, it was thrown back at him. He had forgotten about what Eriana had to tell him earlier but it hardly mattered at this point. He only remembered it as the door in front of him hissed open and he stepped inside. He was curious, but his "upsetness" far outweighed the curiosity.

It was then that he realized he had taken a wrong turn and was sitting in a bare chamber with a floor-to-ceiling window that looked over the hangar. Oh well. He walked up to it and simply stood there, watching the activity of the small hangar to keep himself busy. He would likely be here for a few hours.

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[The Confessor]

Iridonia had been a success. The trio of Sith by show of force had convinced the rebellious Zabraks to bow down to them. But their folly in choosing battle against the Empire left them with half their men. A choice made by Eriana who took things a little too far. She'd let the Dark side consume her for a moment and in that weakness she killed more than she should have. It was pointless for they'd already agreed to surrender, but she had to be on top. She had to be the one who made the rules.

But it wasn't her fault for being in that position. Darth Victress had been the leading member of the party and she was the one who ordered Eriana to decide the fate of the men. To make an example she insited half of the men were to be slaughtered and the rest left as witness. After it was all done the blind Sith would return to the side of Lady Victress as it only felt natural. She was in charge. But apparently this upset the third member of their team.

Milo Drast. Eriana's lover. He took this as a sign of betrayal and his reasoning was lost to the blind Sith. He stormed off while Eriana and the Dark lord remained by to oversee the troops apprehend the cultists. By the time Eriana even noticed Milo was not with her he was already back at the ship. In confusion, she'd head back ahead of Arianna and try and find him. Her mind was racing with worry. Why had he left her? Had she done something to offend him?

As she walked back onto the ship she followed the familiar aura of her lover back to some viewing room above the hangar. Why had he come here? She'd enter and take off her covered Imperial helmet before setting it to the side. Her long black hair fell onto the shoulders of her long white Imperial coat over a Sith maurder set of armor. It was her usual outfit and she rarely ever changed out of it. She liked the way the metal plates were formed into a corset and gave her mobility while protecting the most vital organs. She'd also made the armor with special clips to hold her two curved lightsaber hilts at her hips. Behind her back, she had another weapon though it was mostly for show: a Zygerrian electro whip coiled through the back of her belt. Eriana liked to inspire fear with it, and it helped her keep up the powerful warden type vibe she had going on.

Her blank eyes stared straight ahead but her senses and curiosity would search his mind to figure out why he was being moody. "Did I do something wrong?" she would ask him. "I was only doing the job Arianna set on me. Why are you in here sulking? Are you...upset that she didn't pick you?" Her mind desperately tried to piece together why he would be upset. For as far as she knew...he didn't know about her dirty little secret with Victress in the caves of Ilum.

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[Darth Victress]

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Victress was busy making sure their mission was completed properly, after all, she couldn't just leave a wake of dead Zabraks in the street and simply waltz back into her ship. And so, the dark lord didn't give much notice to the fact that both Eriana and Milo had disappeared. As the soldiers and those underneath her command were distributed their orders, she returned back to the Nightsweeper. The drast's foul change in mood was easily identifiable, deciphered through means of the force as intense emotions seemingly stood out amongst everything else.

The dark councilor didn't really care much about the bond between Eriana and Milo; and she was most certainly not interested in participating in whichever drama filled journey the return to Korriban would entail. Navigating through the hull of her ship, she finally came upon the scene in front of her. It appeared that Milo had sought refuge in a bare chamber, sulking as he overlooked the window while Eriana was standing near him in attempts at reconciling. The words were rather humorous, and it further reiterated her own beliefs on keeping things simple and for pleasure only. Such thoughts and emotional strains pulled away from her primary goal in life: To further her connection with the Dark Side.

And thus, as the Confessor spoke to Milo, Victress' hooded figure soon became visible in the chamber as well, standing approximately 5 meters behind Eriana.

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[Darth Parox]

The door—unsurprisingly—hissed open and then shut behind him, but Milo didn't turn to see who had entered. He already knew. His eyes still on the ships, he listened to her without making any movement to welcome her, then replied, not turning. His voice was loud in the silence of the small chamber.

"You acted like we are strangers. From the moment she entered you treated me like we had never met." His tone was accusing and his anger was obvious. "And you're hiding something from me." She was the one who had told him that there was something she needed to tell him. At last, Milo spun around on his heel to face her, his hands behind his back. "What is i—"

He was interrupted by the door opening again, this time to a hooded figure that he recognized the presence of. Milo looked up from Eriana to Victress, hate in his eyes. "Can we help you?" he asked.

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[The Confessor]

Milo would accuse her of treating him like a stranger. That wasn't true. Not at all. How could he think that? "Milo...I..." she tried explaining but he kept going and accused her of hiding something from him. She wanted to clear everything up and she knew she could if he'd only listen. But the anger in his voice, directed at her, it was scary to listen to. It unnerved her and she couldn't hold her ground. And to make things worse, Eriana could feel the presence of the red headed Darth coming down the hall.

With her time running out she tried to blurt out, "Milo, what I was trying to tell you was that-" and the door behind her opened.

Her courage was sucked out of her like an airlock had been opened. The very aura of Darth Victress sent a spill down Eriana's spine. She instinctively lowered her head and bit her lip. She'd run out of time. Seeing the woman behind Eriana, Milo would ask if she needed something from them. We. That's what he said. He was including her. That one word gave Eriana enough strength to keep going.

Stepping a few more steps into the room, trying to connect more with Milo than Victress, she would slowly start explaining herself, "Milo. Something happened. I promise it was...just a one time thing. Darth....Victress- it was weird saying her name for some reason - approached me on Ilum. There was a saber she believed was under the temple. We fought this Sith ghost, or I don't know. Some tainted Force sensitive. Anyways..."

Eriana took a quick breath to steady herself, "After the battle we were so caught up in our emotions that...we let ourselves get lost in it. Milo, I'm really sorry. I promise I didn't mean to. But it was just so exhilarating at the time and I couldn't stop myself." The blind Sith sounded like she'd taken some recreational drug or something. But it was far worse than that. And she knew she needed to say it aloud and not just play some game with him.

"Milo, sweetie, my love. I'm sorry. But Arianna and I...we slept together. I was trying to tell you. I wanted to tell you. I just didn't know how. Or have a chance to before this. I'm so...so sorry."

Despite actually being mortified with her words, she only looked sad because of the expression on her face. She wasn't crying, her eyes weren't even red. But inside the Force was swelling with guilt and regret.