Saragnayan's dislike for the other woman who thought herself on the very seat of power increased the longer the Marauder subtly lingered in the latter's mind through the Force. Antonia Marshall deluded herself into thinking that she would benefit more for having agents of the Eternal approach her in her own turf when in fact she would just be another puppet strung up by the machinations of the Sith. The woman clearly thought that she was at an advantage here, and the female Marauder was content to let the former assume that she would not be swiftly dealt with should the cards she was dealt with turn ugly.
The smile on Saragnayan's face was that of approval as Artotigas had forgone even more pleasantries and went direct to the point of the three Sith's visit. An offer of aid to the planet from the Eternal themselves. Marshall would be a fool to deny the offer or even insult any of the Sith who were gracious enough to even set foot in her abode–
A bout among her visitors themselves? And Artorigas was even considering accepting this... this lowlife's hunger for violence?
Saragnayan– no. Hrist Aufreisser didn't just feel insulted at having been asked – demanded – to show what she was capable of for the entertainment of a person beneath her calibre. Nay, Antonia Marshall and the words she used reminded Hrist of the days she wanted to forget, days she kept locked in the farthest reaches of her own mind.
How about a show of strength?
Six well-trained security guards, each armed with stun batons lined up against a red-haired waif of a child.
Hrist lashed out through the Force, the metal beneath her gloved hands creaking ominously while the very air around her became too heavy and choking. The guests standing beside her started showing varying degrees of difficulty in breathing, some coughing to clear their airways while the others began clutching their neck. The air turned cold as her fury rippled through the Force. Ruby eyes behind the transparisteel of her visor locked on the Quarren who was still fighting the Zabrak on the pit and without warning the former's neck let out a sickening crunch, the Quarren's head now facing backwards as they fell flat on their stomach – dead.
Hrist might have been secretly a coward but she was good, too damn good, in transforming her fear into calculated, glacial fury.
Xeno's explanation and offer did nothing to quell the female Marauder's wrath. Her helmeted gaze slowly shifted from the dead Quarren then to Antonia Marshall herself. Tone icy and voice made ominously deeper by her anger and her helmet's modulator, Hrist spoke one word through gritted teeth,
"No."
Turning where she stood so she was now fully facing this idiot of a woman who fancied herself a powerful figure, Hrist took a step forward until she was towering over Marshall, the latter's face reflected in the transparisteel of her T-visor. "We did not come here to whet your appetite, nor for ourselves and our strength to be insulted by that absurd request."
The Force wrapped around Antonia Marshall and the guards posted beside her, locking their bodies in a cold and powerful stasis. The Dark Side whispered malevolently in approval of the Marauder's actions, further feeding her concealed fear and outright fury. Anyone who attempted to approach Hrist to make space between her and Marshall would be repelled by a vicious Force Push as the Marauder's ire flared violently through the Force.
It was a wonder that only the Quarren was dead so far.
"We came here to discuss how best the Sith Eternal can help you and the planet of Edussa," she reiterated using Artorigas's own words. Leaning down so the tip of Marhall's nose was almost touching the surface of the Marauder's T-visor, Saragnayan added so this pathetic excuse of a human could understand and while at the same time forcefully imposing her own will in Marshall's diminutive mind, "A discussion, and nothing more."
It was so easy to kill this woman and everyone present in her estate. But as Hrist's father taught her, she was not an animal – not anymore. If Antonia Marshall valued her life she would not dare rise to incite Hrist's fury even more.
If Antonia Marshall valued her life – which Hrist was quite sure the woman did, above anyone else present in her estate – then she would do as she was told.
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The smile on Saragnayan's face was that of approval as Artotigas had forgone even more pleasantries and went direct to the point of the three Sith's visit. An offer of aid to the planet from the Eternal themselves. Marshall would be a fool to deny the offer or even insult any of the Sith who were gracious enough to even set foot in her abode–
A bout among her visitors themselves? And Artorigas was even considering accepting this... this lowlife's hunger for violence?
Saragnayan– no. Hrist Aufreisser didn't just feel insulted at having been asked – demanded – to show what she was capable of for the entertainment of a person beneath her calibre. Nay, Antonia Marshall and the words she used reminded Hrist of the days she wanted to forget, days she kept locked in the farthest reaches of her own mind.
How about a show of strength?
Six well-trained security guards, each armed with stun batons lined up against a red-haired waif of a child.
Hrist lashed out through the Force, the metal beneath her gloved hands creaking ominously while the very air around her became too heavy and choking. The guests standing beside her started showing varying degrees of difficulty in breathing, some coughing to clear their airways while the others began clutching their neck. The air turned cold as her fury rippled through the Force. Ruby eyes behind the transparisteel of her visor locked on the Quarren who was still fighting the Zabrak on the pit and without warning the former's neck let out a sickening crunch, the Quarren's head now facing backwards as they fell flat on their stomach – dead.
Hrist might have been secretly a coward but she was good, too damn good, in transforming her fear into calculated, glacial fury.
Xeno's explanation and offer did nothing to quell the female Marauder's wrath. Her helmeted gaze slowly shifted from the dead Quarren then to Antonia Marshall herself. Tone icy and voice made ominously deeper by her anger and her helmet's modulator, Hrist spoke one word through gritted teeth,
"No."
Turning where she stood so she was now fully facing this idiot of a woman who fancied herself a powerful figure, Hrist took a step forward until she was towering over Marshall, the latter's face reflected in the transparisteel of her T-visor. "We did not come here to whet your appetite, nor for ourselves and our strength to be insulted by that absurd request."
The Force wrapped around Antonia Marshall and the guards posted beside her, locking their bodies in a cold and powerful stasis. The Dark Side whispered malevolently in approval of the Marauder's actions, further feeding her concealed fear and outright fury. Anyone who attempted to approach Hrist to make space between her and Marshall would be repelled by a vicious Force Push as the Marauder's ire flared violently through the Force.
It was a wonder that only the Quarren was dead so far.
"We came here to discuss how best the Sith Eternal can help you and the planet of Edussa," she reiterated using Artorigas's own words. Leaning down so the tip of Marhall's nose was almost touching the surface of the Marauder's T-visor, Saragnayan added so this pathetic excuse of a human could understand and while at the same time forcefully imposing her own will in Marshall's diminutive mind, "A discussion, and nothing more."
It was so easy to kill this woman and everyone present in her estate. But as Hrist's father taught her, she was not an animal – not anymore. If Antonia Marshall valued her life she would not dare rise to incite Hrist's fury even more.
If Antonia Marshall valued her life – which Hrist was quite sure the woman did, above anyone else present in her estate – then she would do as she was told.
@Braden Drake @Scoobert
