|
Post by Takeda on Jul 17, 2011 23:56:15 GMT -5
Takeda finishes off the items on his plate listening to her.
"Unless I am very wrong in my intuition, I doubt additional troops will be needed. Though an actual civilization would do these people a world of good as well, I mean what is the chief exports besides slaves, rancor hides? It is quite shameful. I will be putting some effort into developing this place into something more sustainable. As far as the Nightsisters, they are for the most part expendable, they are a shameful bunch, if they cannot be put on a more suitable track, then... I will not miss there presence in the galaxy."
|
|
|
Post by Emperor Ire on Jul 18, 2011 0:27:09 GMT -5
"I'm sure the Emperor has the proper things in mind for this world, and the Nightsisters, as it seems you do." Cilla says as an observation, something tells her this won't be the last time the subject of Dathomir's future comes up between her master and Takeda. She finishes her plate of food and wipes her mouth with a cloth napkin and smiles as she lays the napkin down. "That was good, it leaves me to hope the beds here a just as delightful. You mentioned the accommodations here earlier, I do hope they are better than that hole they call a 'hotel'."
|
|
|
Post by Takeda on Jul 18, 2011 0:33:25 GMT -5
Takeda nods and puts the plate down retrieving his mask and gloves and donning them.
"Yes, upstairs, they had a quite decent area set aside with limited access they used as storerooms at one time for items of the guild. I have had them made up into apartments as best as possible. As I mentioned earlier, other furnishings are enroute, but there were some nice items no doubt looted from past governors that have made their way here.
Shall we?"
He offers her an armored hand.
|
|
|
Post by Emperor Ire on Jul 18, 2011 0:43:22 GMT -5
Cilla coyly smile as she takes the Kwa's hand, he has thought of everything it seems, she can see why the Emperor likes this being. She remembers that she needs to send a report to the Emperor about the talks, she wonders if her insights into the Nightsisters will even matter but protocol she send the message anyway, she will contact him later when she is alone. Cilla walks and looks at hall around them as they exit the room into the grander scale of the main hall and course way. "This place is truly magnificent, I believe I wont be disappointed."
-Fade out-
|
|
|
Post by Arya Vexa on Jul 23, 2011 12:21:41 GMT -5
*Varr arrives via her transport to the Guild Hall. She was sure this was going to be a LOVELY experience, but what could she do? The safety of her Sisters was of the utmost importance to her. She descends from her "chariot", and takes her bag, climbing the stairs into the hall.
As she walks, she can feel the eyes of the bystanders upon her... the pale color of her skin, and bruises beneath her eyes from her meditation making her stand out more than she appreciated. She didn't really care however, she was here for a much more important reason... she cast a few of the starers a spiteful glance, but finally makes it to the room where she had been asked to return to, taking a seat, and staring aimlessly at the door, just waiting for her "date" with the lizard king... forcing herself to fight the urge to climb him like a tree and peel his skin from his body for the leather of her new boots. An imperial mindless minion... that's what he was... *
|
|
|
Post by Takeda on Jul 31, 2011 8:03:30 GMT -5
After a time, a human man walks into the meeting hall as he goes about his duties and noticed Varr. He gestures to her, to follow him and goes down a short hallway to a set of stairs that leads up to the second floor.
|
|
|
Post by Arya Vexa on Jul 31, 2011 19:22:41 GMT -5
*Wordlessly, Varr follows the human male up the stairwell, part of her wanted to shred him from stem to stern... but she knew she needed to be behaved for the sake of her Sisters... for the moment at least.*
|
|
|
Post by Takeda on Aug 4, 2011 12:35:01 GMT -5
She is lead into a room where Takeda is sitting in a chair at a table going over a collection of datapads and taking notes, he looks up as she enters and sets the one in his gloved hand down and off to the side.
"Please, have a seat; we have much to discuss about your future."
|
|
|
Post by Arya Vexa on Aug 4, 2011 17:06:51 GMT -5
*Varr raises an eyebrow hearing Takeda.*
Do we?
*She asks quietly, slipping into a seat.*
It seems I've been given little choice or room for discussion with anything since your arrival...
*She says complacently, laying her hands on the table, one atop the other.*
|
|
|
Post by Takeda on Aug 5, 2011 14:24:36 GMT -5
He leans back in his chair, looking at her from behind the mask.
"You are quite correct, you and the Nightsisters have been given very few choices since we arrived. The sad state of affairs is that there is very few beings on this planet who do. Morathi, your predecessor was hopefully the last in a line of misfits who could not even manage to get along with their fellow castaways on this rock. The Nightsisters and the time of their story here on Dathomir is at an end. What falls on you is what becomes of them, do they become a foot-note in some databank of galactic history, or do they evolve into something else?
Let me ask you a less rhetorical question, what will you make the Nightsisters into if you are given a free hand?"
|
|
|
Post by Arya Vexa on Aug 5, 2011 15:10:19 GMT -5
*Varr raises the eyebrow higher, tilting her head to one side.*
Are you asking me if I would be willing to force my Sisters into forsaking our beliefs and our heritage, and become some cookie cutter minions as most of the epoxy suited Imperials?
*She shakes her head.*
That would be a no... you can't change a culture overnight... it is all we know... who we are... an identity...
*Varr leans further into the table, crossing her ankles.*
If you've specific requests... compromises or agreements may be reached... but no.. I can't promise you my people would ever abandon who they are... even at my request...
|
|
|
Post by Takeda on Aug 5, 2011 16:56:11 GMT -5
"I see, and that is most unfortunate. The Nightsisters need to abandon who and what they are in order to change. Your ideology is fatally flawed, your kind seeks the freedom to exist and to "live as they choose", which is based upon a narrow system imposed by outside forces and on a world that you have never tamed or understood. You live to be different than the rest of the Witches, and even their myopic-selves have seen that they must change or cease to exist."
A certain sound invades upon the hearing, it is one of those noises that can have gone on for some time before it registers as even there as it slowly grows in intensity.
"I do not talk about enlisting into the Empire as plasteel clad faceless minions, nor being bound as slaves to go off to serve in some factory. But your days of raiding small camps and living as scavengers of the wilderness here is at an end. If your people blindly refuse to change, they will be relocated to another world they might have a chance to be useful upon... Korriban"
|
|
|
Post by Arya Vexa on Aug 21, 2011 21:49:22 GMT -5
*Varr shakes her head, tilting it quizzically at the lizard.*
Perhaps it is the rest of the Galaxy that is skewed Mister Takeda. We have managed to survive all on our own here for quite some time… and what is it your Imperial backbone has done? Nothing but bully people into doing their bidding….
*Varr shrugs, leaning back into her seat.*
Perhaps our methods are archaic in your minds… but they are not… they are a means of self preservation… We managed to keep the lines of our world safe all this time…
*She gives an incredibly cold, but sincere stare to the blue one.*
…You come here making demands and acting as buffoons… yet you expect us to take you at face value and trust your words? How can you do that?
|
|
|
Post by Takeda on Aug 21, 2011 22:23:32 GMT -5
Takeda stares out the window as she makes her speech. The noise had become very noticeable now, a machine like grinding and deep hammering sound, before long it can be felt through the floor itself.
He turns, and looks down on her as he pours two cups of water from the pitcher on the table, handing her one of them, the smaller and manageable of the two.
"Buffoons? Bullies? Think about your own words for a moment little one. What threat have you been under? You have seen the same pathetic forces of the Empire that your people have seen for nearly a decade? Two individuals show up, and with our very words your revered Night-Mother rolled over and played the pet. Your own sisterhood, you yourself knelt and swore fealty to me. All the witch clans surrendered earlier today... ask yourself why little one."
He pauses, long enough for her to finally put two and two together. No Imperial troops have landed, they are not even on patrol in the city this evening. The few here at the guild hall, are but a fraction of what normally are wandering around trying to maintain a semblance of order. But tonight, the city is quiet, other than the sounds emenanting from outside the city walls.
Before she can speak he holds up a hand to quiet her, "I did not expect you to believe my words, or the words of the Imperial woman. The Witches of Dathomir, and your little faction of them have done plenty of bullying on this planet all of their own. You seem to think your little quaint culture of misfit survivalists has claim to this ancient soil. Your kind is nothing but the last in a long line of parasites. It comes down to this, the planet itself is changing, you and your kind will either become a part of its future, or your graves will mark you becoming part of its past.
If you consider my words hollow little-one, look out the window."
|
|
|
Post by Arya Vexa on Sept 7, 2011 11:15:07 GMT -5
*Varr shakes her head, tilting her head to one side.*
You have so little for others than yourself, do you? My people keep to ourselves for the majority… yet we are being accused of being bullies? What sort of fair is that?
*She glances out a window, drawing a long slow breath to control her urge to flip her shit. She looks to Takeda, giving a nod.*
Fine… I swore my fealty to you and I am a woman of my word… I will keep to that and do your bidding…
*She gives him an intensely serious look.*
There will be those who fight against us… I am putting my own ass on the line… I’m the one who they Sisters will turn on if they don’t like it… you and your Empire have made me your spokesperson… so they will blame me… If I lose my life… then what? Then who will become the pa… err… champion for your cause?
|
|