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Post by Darth Paymon on May 22, 2012 23:30:33 GMT -5
People begin to feel the powerful presence coming from the stranger,few of his men started to recognize her and the fear showed on their face. Siren heard Morrigna address him as 'Pathetic Child' and he lifts his head up and begins to say "Who dare speak to me that way?"but he catches himself halfway as he immediately recognizes her. "Lady Morrigna...I wasn't expecting you."he said.
As she stepped up to the throne people fell back from the force wave and the room silenced as people went to work instead of fooling around. It was almost like Paymon were back.
Siren looked up at her,she was pretty to him but he knew better. "Please forgive me. Its been troublesome since my father was captured."he said then heard her speak in ancient Sith,he only recognized it because of his father.
"He is on Yavin IV he was captured and is being held captive by the Jedi Order."He spoke he kept short with her because he didn't want to let her see how much he feared her.
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Post by Lady Morrigna on May 22, 2012 23:48:49 GMT -5
*As the crowd quieted, Morri’s glare softened only slightly. The lack of discipline amongst these sentients disgusted her. Turning her attention back to Siren, she tilted her head to the side.*
Kam tave sudas?!
*She exclaims angrily.*
You left your father in the hands of those skystas jidai? How dare you!
*She made no qualms about it… she was pissed. Flecks of lightening licked the tips of her fingers, threatening to fry the fool before her… somehow though, she managed to maintain what shreds of composure she still had.*
Why in the 40 hells was I not contacted?
*She didn’t really plan on waiting for an answer… she didn’t give a damn what excuses he had to offer, so instead, she continued to speak.*
Never trust a weakling to do anything…
*She says with an ice cold stare… then begins to walk away.*
I will be leaving for Yavin IV momentarily…
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Post by Darth Paymon on May 22, 2012 23:57:39 GMT -5
He noticed how angry she was getting and sighed."What was I supposed to do? I was told to stay here and await orders."he said. Siren watched her with intent then sighed. As she walked away from him he jumped from his seat on his father's throne. "Do you want to take the Spider Fleet?"he asked her.
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Post by Lady Morrigna on May 23, 2012 0:06:06 GMT -5
*Morri stopped raising an eyebrow. Was this kid serious? Why in the hell would she want to take a fleet with her? He obviously had no idea how to be stealthy… besides she hated fleet battle… it bored her… she much preferred death by hand…*
The Spider Fleet? Seriously?
*She couldn’t help but chuckle.*
No… let’s not draw any more attention to ourselves than necessary. However… I will expect you to keep the fleet and armies on standby… I want them armed and ready at a moment’s notice…
*She tucked a loose wisp of hair from her face, obviously in a very determined mindset at the moment.*
If I decide to blow their temple from here to eternity I want it done quickly and effectively…
*She then glanced around the room. She was still annoyed at the tom foolery she had seen here earlier.*
If I return to find the Temple in the shambles it was in when I arrived, you will pay dearly…
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Post by Darth Paymon on May 23, 2012 0:09:59 GMT -5
He stood there as she denied him his only way of helping and then he simply nodded and turned around then looked back at her."As you wish,m'lady and May the force serve you well."he sighed and then went to take care of the task at hand.
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Post by Lady Morrigna on May 23, 2012 0:27:08 GMT -5
*Morri watched as Siren slumped away like a scolded puppy. She could have felt bad for the guy for a split second, but her frustration with the situation denied him such a luxury. Besides… he might have even considered sabotaging the mission, simply out of fear of his Father’s wrath. Shrugging it off, Morri makes her way out through the Temple, stopping periodically to let the necessary parties know that she wanted fleet and army ready at her call…. Just in case… She never knew for sure how many she wanted dead that day… but… for Paymon? She’d likely kill the entire temple of Jedi if she had to… he was the only one she could deem worthy of her time and efforts. She then headed out of the Temple and made her way back towards the Valley of the Dark Lords.*
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Post by Lady Morrigna on Aug 25, 2012 22:27:40 GMT -5
*As the ship carrying Paymon and Morri settles into the hangar, she quickly gathers her belongings and heads towards the lowering ramp of her ship. She was annoyed... to say the least... she could feel the chaotic environment being created by the wannabe sith kid playing in his daddy's shoes... a low growl formed in her throat. *
If I don't murder your son on sight you will be lucky... I won't stand for the mockery he has made of the Sith...
*She hisses over her shoulder to Paymon, before working to clear the distance between herself and the main hall... the place she knew she would find not only those to give Paymon what he needed but also some useless blood to spill... she had gone far too long without savoring the sweet sticky liquid... and it was pissing her off.*
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Post by Darth Paymon on Aug 28, 2012 22:02:48 GMT -5
Paymon gave a slight chuckle and simply followed her with his hood raised. As they entered the main hall they were greeted with complete and utter chaos. The people there didn't even notice that Paymon, the grandmaster of the Sith, had even been there yet.
Siren sat with a bored and impatient look on his face he was basically laying across Paymon's throne wearing his father's robes his dark brown eyes looked tired.
Paymon couldn't take seeing the utter trash around him any longer and let down his wall and released his force presence his powerful and dark force energy created a cold rush of air in the main hall. Causing his hood to fall back his eyes returning to that familiar red glow that instilled fear in the soft hearted.
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Post by Lady Morrigna on Aug 28, 2012 22:36:12 GMT -5
*Morri smirked as Paymon's presence was revealed, along with her own. She could have felt the shock in the room... but she didn't need to... it was written all over their pathetic faces. There was no denying that they were a force to be reckoned with apart... but together... the duo was damn near unstoppable. Smiling with feigned sweetness, Morri addresses Siren.*
Aren't you going to say hello to Daddy?
*She asked with a quizzical tilt of her head. The chocolate hued locks falling gently to one side, danger firing through her eyes. She knew Siren as well as those around the area knew that neither of the Sith would take lightly to the way things had been handled there... it was in a word a debacle... One that she would see ended soon...*
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Post by Darth Paymon on Oct 8, 2012 12:17:39 GMT -5
Paymon glared with distaste toward his son.
Siren stood,"Fa-.."His words were cut off as Paymon lifted his hand in a quick motion and a powerful force lightning left his fingertips, connecting with his son's chest the force of the energy suddenly flowing through his body sent Siren flying back across the room.
Paymon looked at Morri, "I don't want to hear his pathetic voice or see his pathetic face anymore, Lady Morrigna, will you please dispose of this trash?" he didn't really ask it was more of an order but he knew just as well as everyone else who had seen Morri in action that she would gladly kill this pathetic 'sith'.
Paymon walked over and sat in his throne and let his eyes follow Morri's actions.
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Post by Lady Morrigna on Oct 29, 2012 17:16:44 GMT -5
*Morri’s eyes were filled with an intense blend of hatred, disgust, and blood lust… she couldn’t stand the sight of this so called “sith”. She watches as Siren makes his exchange with his father, overtly rolling her eyes. This fool had no idea who he was dealing with did he? It was in a word… Pathetic. As Paymon looked in her direction, Morri didn’t bother to peel her gaze from the foolish Siren, nor did she bother answering Paymon… she would never consider anything he said an order, but she had so much hatred bottled within that her blood boiled.
Without making a single step, Morri simply focuses on the throat of the young wannabe sith, and clenches her fist. Siren began gasping for air, pleading for his life in a struggled and raspy voice. The dark lady chuckled coldly and spoke in an intoxicatingly seductive tone.*
“Skystas j'us lyteti vi nors j'us setup zinot natura j'us kvailas sunus tikazi j'us setup buti uzpramas nuo nien mirtis…”
*She says, pulling him closer to her through the force, nearly brushing her lips against his. She would never even consider letting him touch her however… but she wasn’t above playing head games with the fool. Turning away from him, he releases her force grip against his throat and lets him drop to the floor. Siren moves to speak again… aiming to catch his breath between his words.*
“La…Lady Mo—“
*Morri’s head snaps around, her hand reaching out like a claw and ripping his throat open, taking his vocal chords with her.*
“I never gave you permission to speak…”
*She hissed, her eyes glowing a fiery amber hue, the glow enhancing further as she watches the blood spout from his neck. Letting the chunk of throat fall to the ground at Siren’s feet, she licks a sample of his blood from her finger tips.*
“Your blood even tastes weak… you were destined for nothing but failure… you’re a disgrace to the name of your Father…”
*Shaking her head, she grabs her poison tipped dagger from her thigh, tapping it against the weakling’s chest. Siren wanted to run more than anything…. But the lack of oxygen and the loss of blood was preventing him from doing so… smirking, Morri lets the toxic tip pierce the skin of Siren’s chest, slicing her signature into his chest. She knew the blood loss and poison would both kill him soon… but she was having too much fun to stop now…*
“There… now it shall be forever etched who ended your reign of stupidity…”
*She says coyly, sheathing her dagger and pushing him onto the floor, watching what remained of his blood starting to pool at her feet... his breathing was growing more shallow by the second… and Morri was thriving on it… feeding on it in an almost vampiric way. Stepping over Siren’s body, one foot on each side of his stomach, she reaches at her side and pulls her light whip.*
“Bye bye…”
*She whispers with a sadistic smirk, as the whip springs to life, and within a moment is lassoed around Siren’s neck, one quick motion of her arm severing his head from his body. As the head falls to the side she disengages the whip and tucks it to her side, walking off to the side, leaving his corpse there to rot.*
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Post by Darth Paymon on Nov 15, 2012 8:52:02 GMT -5
Paymon gives a small smirk then stands."You have done well, Morrigna." he stepped down from his throne and continued to speak to her. "While I was in prison at the Jedi Temple I had a vision, and now I believe it to be true. It seems there is a young child born on Corusaunt who has great power, power I will make my own. We must hurry before the Jedi find out about this child." he said then turned and walked the opposite way, giving orders to prepare his fleet for a mission to Corusaunt, but for now he will rest, and prepare for whatever happens next.
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Post by Lady Morrigna on Nov 15, 2012 14:25:21 GMT -5
*Morri listens as Paymon fills her in on what his plans are next. She would never quite understand why he was of the sort to publically announce his next move… it certainly wasn’t her style…. You could never be sure when a spy or a nark was lurking. Giving him a subtle nod of approval, she walks away from the crowd, heading back towards the hangar. She left a trail of sticky bloody boot prints with each step. She knew she had made a mess, and quite frankly she was damned pleased with it. Siren had gotten the fate he deserved… total humiliation and death… the fact that it happened at her hand only pleased her that much further. Finally making it to the hangar bay, she makes a quick stop at the fresher… she had to get the blood of the deceased off of herself… she felt no remorse for his demise… no… rather she more felt his blood was unworthy of causing a stain on the floor of her ship.
Once her hands were clean and the blood cleared from her boots and jacket, she proceeded back to her ship. She finds herself warmly greeted by the protocol droid she had for so long had at her side. The metallic can was likely the best and most loyal friend she had ever had. Not saying anything verbally, she patted the top of the droids “head” and proceeded to the cockpit. She had been around people… too many people for her liking… she needed space… and to pack… if she was going on a trip, this time she’d be amply prepared.
Opening a channel to the hangar traffic controller, Morri gained her clearance and exited the bay. She however did not head for orbit… her destination was much closer… The Valley of the Dark Lords.*
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Post by Darth Paymon on Nov 20, 2012 10:36:15 GMT -5
Paymon stepped back out the next morning his skin had returned to its former color his eyes shined a blood red, Paymon walked towards his private landing strip. His Fleet Commander reported the status of the Spider Fleet and it seemed everything was ready to go,so Paymon sat on his throne in the cabin of the transport shuttle then awaited Morrigna whom he had contacted earlier with his comm link.
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Post by Lady Morrigna on Jan 25, 2013 17:00:06 GMT -5
*Morri finally made her way into the hangar bay of the Sith Temple. Her ship settled lightly, as always. She was a bit of a pilot... though she hoped no one actually realized it... dog fighting was so passe' for her. She had earlier received Paymon's message, and knew precisely where to locate him... force or no force.
Climbing from her infiltrator, she took her belongings and headed into the cabin of the transport, she couldn't help but notice the quiver of fear the mere site of her could illicit from those around her. It was in a word.... amusing.... Mentally shrugging, she finally approached the cabin, locked her belongings away, and settled into a seat across from Paymon. He didn't begin to intimidate her... in fact quite the opposite... she felt as though he may be the closest thing to an equal she had within the entirety of the Galaxy... both Masters of the light and of the dark... they were a force to be reckoned with on their own... but together..... together they were damned near unstoppable. Drawing a subtle sip from the glass of Corellia's finest that the service droid had just handed her, the dark lady gave Paymon a simple smile.*
Hello Paymon, you appear a bit more rested...
*She says simply, drinking another portion from her glass.*
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