Standing at the gated threshold of the quiet country lane, a blonde figure rested against a stone boarder wall, patiently waiting on the Arrival of a fellow cultist. One whom she had met following the Eternal's summons to the secret stronghold hidden deep within the unknown regions, after retreating back to the strongholds archives she had met the alien Doctor, and had got discussing about the use of the Force to manipulate the minds of sentient beings.
Whilst they had both talked for a good few hours on the subject, discussing the potential benefits and draw backs, they came to the eventual conclusion that neither of them were that especially practiced in the art. Which gave birth to an idea with the blondes mind, one that would allow for the pair to practice thier dark gifts, with the added benefit of contributing to the collected plans for sowing the seeds of change within the fabric of Bakura's society.
A change that would allow for the Sith Eternal to benefit from the clandestine machinations of the blonde guardian, her plan was of many facets. The larger of which was for the looming sword to drop over her father so that she could inherit his seat in governance, accompanied by the many events that were being planned to disrupt the status quo of the populace. One in particular had brought her to the edges of the capital city, out within the agricultural sector where one of the planets key exports was due to come into harvest season.
Leaning against the wall, Alyse found her gaze lingering over the vibrantly coloured foliage of the Mañana trees. Their fruit a pale green hue as they were just about to ripen, and with the ripening fruit came the flocks of birds, and with them their predators. Small long furry ferret like creatures that would lie in wait for the birds to fall from the branches in a stupor from the fruits nectar, it seemed to be the natural order of things. But soon that would change, the predators had grown lazy and almost domesticated from having their meal land infront of them. As long as that happened, those picking the fruit would be safe from harm.
But what if instead of waiting for thier meal to fall on thier laps, the Cratsch regained their feral state? They could potentially turn to attacking the workers, that could increase the costs of the harvest, something that would raise the prices of the addictive processed products derived from the fruit. And with higher prices would come more money into the economy, which could in turn be channeled into shell accounts to serve the Eternal's interests. That was proving they could manipulate the Cratsch so they became more than just a scavenging pest.
Whilst they had both talked for a good few hours on the subject, discussing the potential benefits and draw backs, they came to the eventual conclusion that neither of them were that especially practiced in the art. Which gave birth to an idea with the blondes mind, one that would allow for the pair to practice thier dark gifts, with the added benefit of contributing to the collected plans for sowing the seeds of change within the fabric of Bakura's society.
A change that would allow for the Sith Eternal to benefit from the clandestine machinations of the blonde guardian, her plan was of many facets. The larger of which was for the looming sword to drop over her father so that she could inherit his seat in governance, accompanied by the many events that were being planned to disrupt the status quo of the populace. One in particular had brought her to the edges of the capital city, out within the agricultural sector where one of the planets key exports was due to come into harvest season.
Leaning against the wall, Alyse found her gaze lingering over the vibrantly coloured foliage of the Mañana trees. Their fruit a pale green hue as they were just about to ripen, and with the ripening fruit came the flocks of birds, and with them their predators. Small long furry ferret like creatures that would lie in wait for the birds to fall from the branches in a stupor from the fruits nectar, it seemed to be the natural order of things. But soon that would change, the predators had grown lazy and almost domesticated from having their meal land infront of them. As long as that happened, those picking the fruit would be safe from harm.
But what if instead of waiting for thier meal to fall on thier laps, the Cratsch regained their feral state? They could potentially turn to attacking the workers, that could increase the costs of the harvest, something that would raise the prices of the addictive processed products derived from the fruit. And with higher prices would come more money into the economy, which could in turn be channeled into shell accounts to serve the Eternal's interests. That was proving they could manipulate the Cratsch so they became more than just a scavenging pest.
