Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

[folclor]

Mandalorian Ship





Illya groaned at Jace's demands. Well, she wasn't in control of the ship so she wouldn't bother replying. As always, the bandaging process hurt, just not nearly as much as the injuries themselves. "No, aliit sol'yc, aka t'adyc. (Family first, mission second.)" It was unusual, but her voice was soft, a bit higher-pitched than usual. As he began helping her undress, she couldn't help but blush more. It wasn't as if he, and the others for that matter, hadn't seen her out of armor before, so why was she having this reaction now? She looked away as he inspected her. There were a few bruises, especially on either side of her neck, where the Sith warrior had hit her. That was blackening quickly. She had a few minor nicks and scrapes, possibly a burn, but nothing terrible.


"Well, gar ganar ner norac, bid Ni ganar gar. Gar cuyir aliit... Maybe or'atu shi a vod... (You have my back, I have yours. You are family. Maybe more than just a brother.)" At this last sentence, she looked up to meet his gaze.


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna

 

[KalenNighteyes]

Felucia





Connor sprinted as fast as he could using the Force to get back to the surface. As he arrived there, he saw the Mandalorian ship leaving the atmosphere. It took him a moment, but he finally processed what that meant. Why'nn was gone. That meant several things: She was in danger, Manara would likely torture him, and he wouldn't have Why'nn anymore until he got her back. His breathing turned rapid and he dropped to his knees, promptly puking. The whole trip to Felucia was the farthest thing in his mind, but he needed to finish it. Clipping his sabers on his belt, he instructed several troops not to leave the planet without him and to not follow him into the caves. He also demanded they make contact with Darth Manara instructing them to convey he would turn himself over for punishment upon arrival to Korriban. Feeling grief, he moved back down into the cavern and to the ship he'd encountered. Perhaps the item that was in the ship...


Korriban





All Forge could do for the moment was to watch the situation between the two droids unfold. When it seemed that HK-50-09 was leaving, Forge turned to HK-50-01 and hesitantly placed a hand on the droids back. He'd seen Why'nn do something along the lines of stroking the droid's back, so Forge moved his hand up and down across it. "Are you going to be okay, my friend? I'm glad to know you still wish to come with me to Dathomir. Perhaps you can take out your anger and frustration on Nah-Iblen." Forge just wasn't sure what else to say so he stopped there and continued rubbing his hand on the droid's back.

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Mandalorian Ship


Chuka smiled at her and chuckled a little. "Aliit sol'yc. . ." (Family first...) agreeing with her sentiment, matching her soft voice though his seemed a little deeper and rougher. As he looked her over he saw the blush spreading from her cheek to her neck that wasn't being covered with the dark bruise. 'She's not embarrassed is she? It's just armour, she's still got coverings on...' He thought as he applied a few more kolto strips to a few of the larger burns. He gently placed his hands on either side of her neck on the pretense of checking for cuts or Sith tricks, but his fingers worked gently up to her chin feeling the curve of her neck.


He met her gaze as she spoke. "Ibic cuyir haat. Or'atu than a vod." (This is truth. More than just sister.) Chuka looked into her eyes, watching to see what she would do or say.


@folclor

 

[folclor]

Mandalorian Ship





Illya closed her eyes and took a deep breath as his hands began working up her neck. When she felt his fingers moving up past her injuries she gazed upon him. "Cuyir vi ibic?" (Are we doing this?) She began to move closer. "Gar rucuyir perfect dayn ogir. Ni ru'kel oya'karir ti nayc ashi." (You were perfect out there. I would hunt with no other.) This was likely the closest to a confession of attraction he would get out of her at the moment, though she slowly continued closer, her arms winding up around him. Now, her forehead was resting against his and she wasn't quite in his lap, but that wouldn't take much to accomplish.


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna

 

[Field Marshall]

Now leaving Felucia





Jace fled Felucia in an abandoned freighter and from the looks of it, the ship had been used for slaving as there were cages in the cargo bay. But also a lot of bloodstains which makes him think the native felucian species must have got to the ship when they set down here. He even had to move the dead body of a trandoshan out of the pilot's seat. But nonetheless the ship worked. He radioed the team as he left the atmosphere "I found a ship, I am sending you my coordinates." The coordinates he sent was for a nearby moon.


@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Killorkiller

 

[shadowstrikr25]

KORRIBAN





Zerek rubbed his head in irritation. 'God DAMNit 09. Shove your ego down and be honest.' Still, Zerek had never seen 09 like this before. He did still consider the droid a friend. Once 09 was out of earshot, Zerek sighed and looked at 01. "All I know is that he didn't mean some of that. I've never seen him like this before, so I'll tread lightly, although, if I were a gambling man, I'd bet that he does still care for you and harbors some regrets. I'll catch up to him and make sure he doesn't blow the place up." Zerek was about to walk out, when he turned around again. "By the way, bomb his home from orbit then check the wreckage. Works wonders, let me tell you." Zerek then left and caught up to 09.


Zerek quickly caught up to 09, noting that he wasn't trying to blow everything to bits. 'Progress.' Zerek drew his carbine again as he fell into step behind 09. "You could have been a little more cooperative, but whatever. Are you sure you want to ask a Sith Lord to pay us to hunt this guy? Seems like they've got a handle on it. Although... I always did want to see how a Sith looks buried in wreckage. If the pay is good enough, I won't question anything." Zerek felt a weird tingle through the Force. 'Huh... weird. I swear if this is the droid's idea of an ego boost, I'll throw him into the blast radius.'


@HK 50 09 @KalenNighteyes

 

[hudhouse]

Tatooine/Hyperspace/Korriban


The ritual hit it's conclusion when all of the hundreds of souls flew together into the belly of the Beast towards a massive pearl that was as pure as snow. It was perfected over hundreds of years. Tyran plucked up all the regular pearls, A dark navy blue with emerald energy flowing through it. No, the detail was incorrect. It simply looked like it, but it remained still unless it was moved. It was fascinating, just like a marble! There were plenty of pearls within this mighty beasts gizzard, and the simple fact that a regular one could have up to about three made him happy with glee.


Tyran was able to pull out four Kyrat Dragon Pearls, and he was lucky enough to find one in almost every color! He pulled out one that was as crimson as dried blood, another that was as blue as light water, another that was white as snow, and another as black as pitch. The one he desired the most was the largest pearl, the white one. He lifted the human head sized orb and yanked it towards the sky. The beast was ripped open from the final blast of the force that Tyran could muster, opening it's innards to the sky for vaulters or whatever space equivalent to prey on. Tyran simply smiled as the pearl became corrupted, ripping apart the very force and imprinting that on Tyran as well. It was a rather pleasant experience since he used up most of his force supplies. He would be weakened for the next few days, maybe even week until he gets used to this new experience, but it was definitely worth it! His skin just seemed to darken a bit, his facial features tighten and harden. He looked much more intimidating and horrifying.


Tyran boarded his Fury-Class interceptor which was late to the force damned game. Tyran collapsed into the pilot's chair and went to sleep. his spaceship did all the calculations for him, zooming forth to Korriban...

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Mandalorian Ship


His hands gently cupped the back of her neck and base of her head as she brought her forehead to rest against his. "Vaabir meg?" (Doing what?) As she moved closer and wrapped her arms about him, he starred into her blue eyes, his hands slowly dropped to her sides and hips. "Gar cuyir ner adla o'r te oya'karir. Nayc solus liser cuyir guuror gar." (You are my equal in the hunt. No one can be like you.) He had thought that for long time, since after their second job together, but had never voiced it aloud, even to himself. He could tell all he had to do was pull her to him and their embrace would be much more complete. Without thinking about it his arms seemed to pull her closer.


With his helmet off he did not hear Jace's radio call about finding a way off planet or see the coordinates. His attention fully elsewhere.


@folclor

 

[HK Fifty]

@HK 50 09[/URL] @KalenNighteyes

Korriban





HK-50-01 stood there , motionless , soundless , feeling Oh-Nine's - the Oh-Nine he thought was dead up until the past fifteen minutes ago - words cut through him like a vibro-blade through flesh. What if Forge doesn't believe me? What if he does think I'm weak , or.. No.. NO! I can't be manipulated by someone again.. I can't.. I'd rather.. Rather... His thoughts froze with his body , almost. He knew Why'nn wouldn't want to lose him , but Oh-One couldn't take being used by another male again. The last time it had happened he had nearly destroyed himself , only stopped by the idea that Malak was the liar , not.. I refuse to even think his name anymore. I'll never dignify that traitor with a name. He didn't deserve one in the first place.


What hurt the worst - and almost caused him to collapse then and there - was that Oh-Nine was right. HK-50-01 had been the one to suggest Oh-Seven go. In fact , the original idea had been for Oh-One himself to go - he had always been the one most proficient in diplomacy and guile of his Nine Brothers. But he had refused , saying that he was needed to administrate the Factory.. When in reality , he was frightened that he could be killed.. Losing both his power , and more importantly his life life , like four - five , he thought at the time - of his brothers already had. So he suggested Oh-Seven , citing that Oh-Seven was the best at assassination among them. And he died , because I was too frightened of dying to go and do it myself... At least then he could be more help to Forge.. And Why'nn.. And Oh-Nine too.


For quite a moment he lost contact with reality , not registering the cracks that were appearing in Oh-Nine's statements , or that he planned to go to Dathomir. HK-50-01 was only brought back into the present by the touch of a hand belonging to his - Friend? Manipulator? He wasn't sure which was true at the moment - hand , firmly and hesitantly running along his armored shell. Is he just saying and doing this to make sure I'm at full capability? Does he actually consider me his friend , or am I just a pawn to gain more power? At least with Why'nn he knew that she genuinely loved him - Forge could well be using him , as most of the males in his life had done.


Zerek's words might well have been left unstated , because Oh-One wasn't listening to them. It didn't matter if his Brother did or didn't 'mean' what he had said , or if he really cared or not. All that mattered was that it had been said , and had truth in it. As Zerek left , HK-50-01 walked away from the Chiss' position and quickly found a seat - barely before he just collapsed to the ground. Not turning to face the being he was adressing , he spoke in a mournful tone. "Self-Denouncement/Query : I..I.. Do I even deserve to be alright? Oh-Nine is right. I did send Seven to his death... We were originally going to send me , but I suggested Oh-Seven instead. I figured then that he's 'better at assassination' and that I'm better suited to run the facility.. The truth is , I was too frightened of dying at the Exile and Traya's hands to go myself. But I should have.. I would've died , yes. But then Seven could be here instead.. He's stronger , he always has been. Raxus , maybe he could've stopped HK-47.. He always was better at combat. And even if not... He'd be better for everyone. Mistress.. Connor.. Why'nn.. Death's Blade , Oh-Nine even... You- you too. Tell me.. You aren't.. Just using me , are you? Not just pretending to love me so I can advance your position , or to do your will? Tha-That's what just about every male in my life has done to me. Why couldn't you be different? I guess I deserve it , anyway. I failed all eight of my brothers , failed the Sith , failed Del- no , I can't speak of him.. But I failed him too , and thereby failed Why'nn. All that matters is that death is too good for me. I deserve to be betrayed , left in misery , beaten continually. I.. I HOPE you're using me , because I'm not WORTH loving.. And I never have or will be , even if the Gods of the sky and earth switch places."

 

[Grammatic]

Fueling Station


Standing with his hands behind his back, an Imperial officer waited quietly, watching as the ship slowly descended to the assigned landing point. On either side of him, Imperial soldiers made final checks on their weapons, while a figure remaining in the shadows of the building watched quietly. Turning his head to look at the hidden figure, the officer nods his head when the figure flicks his wrist, and he marches forward, a small escort of soldiers moving with him. Seeing the contact coming out of the ship, the officer opened a data pad in his hand, quickly bringing it online, as he moved forward.


Extending the pad, the officer gave a grunt. "Full payment, as discussed. As well, as contact information for further assignments." Turning to look at the ship, he inspects if for a few moments, before looking back at the contact. "Is she inside?"


@Killorkiller

 

[Killorkiller]

Fueling Staion


Rylos walked up to the officer and accepted the data pad. It was not like he was really hurting the others, after all they where going to be compensated very heavily, and it would provide him with resources he had never had. Looking up as the Officer asked if the sith girl was inside, "Yea, she's in there. Bunk 3, the others are in bunk 1, doing something. They should not be armed." Rylos finished looking at the data pad and made sure everything was in its right place. Tucking it pad into a pocket he looked at the officer and smiled, "ori'vor'e" (thanks a lot) Ready when you are"


@ArisenMoon

 

[Grammatic]

Fueling Station


Nodding, the officer turned to the soldiers next to him, and waved towards the ship. Nodding, the soldiers quickly moved in, forming up on either side of the door. Turning to the mando, the officer gestured to the ship, smiling. "After you, sir." Drawing his own sidearm, the officer quickly moved to the ship as well, while the soldiers prepared to enter.


@Killorkiller

 

[folclor]

Mandalorian Ship





Illya let him draw her closer. Instinctively, she slid into his lap, her lips about to meet his, her eyes half-lidded. Suddenly, she stopped, and drew back a bit. "Chuka... we had more than enough fuel for this mission... and what happened to our pilot? Why was Rylos flying?" Perhaps she was ruining a tender moment, but something just clicked for her. Her eyes widened. "We gotta take off. Haar'chak!" She grabbed her helmet, jumping away (somewhat reluctantly) from Chuka, and activated her comms. "Jace, watch your back, there's trouble!"


She flew toward the cockpit. The door slid open and she saw the pilot and co-pilot slumped over. Out cold or dead, she didn't have time to check. She removed her helmet and activated the ships comms, preparing for take off.


Opening a link directly to Rylos, she let her vitriol pour out through her words. "Di'kut. Gar kyr'adyc at mhi." (Fool. You're dead to us.) "You're nothing but a damned merc. Fuck you."


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Killorkiller @ArisenMoon @Raikou Kaminari

 

[Field Marshall]

Moon near Felucia





Jace was at first confused by Illya's transmission and then honed in on her comm signal noticing the ship hadn't left the system. I told them to go on with the mission what went wrong? Jace quickly radioed Illya back "Pick me up at my coordinates or let me know if I should come to your aid if you fail to escape whatever predicament your in. I see no one around at present I hope it stays that way." He looked through the screen of the freighter. He activated the filtration and respiratory functions of his helmet before going outside the ship onto the surface of the moon and looking at the planet Felucia confused and concerned.


@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna

 

[Grammatic]

Fueling Station


As the Imperials prepared to breach the ship, they suddenly stumbled back, moving away as the ship began to power up. Raising their rifles, they began to open fire on the ship, while the officer turned to the mando next to him, the officer turned and ran back towards the station, quickly speaking with the hidden figure. After several moments of speaking, the officer turned and quickly stepped aside, as Darth Trakus walked into view. Heading towards the ship, he began to focus his mind to the coming task.


Extending his hand, Darth Trakus grabbed the ship using the force, pushing it down into the ground. The officer, running up behind him, quickly shouted orders to the soldiers, who ran forward. Getting back to the ship, they started planting a series of charges on the door, working as quickly as was safe.

 

[folclor]

Fueling Station





Illya growled, wincing as the ship was rocked by explosions, pushed down by the force. She switched her frequency to Jace. "Negative. We cannot converge on your coordinates. Currently being attacked by imperials and Sith. Haar'chak." (Damn it) "The pilot and co-pilot are out. I don't know if they're just knocked out or dead, but that means Rylos did this. He's the one who set us down here. Haar'chak, haar'chak, haar'chak!!" She put more power to the engines, still trying to take off. Are they after the girl, too? "The bastard sold us out..."


Chuka carried the mark into the cockpit and slid her down on the floor beside Illya. "I'll take care of this." He readied his weapons and went to face the the doors, grabbing his grenade launcher and more stun, concussion, and breaching grenades.


(Again, Grim had agreed to let me ghost Chuka.)


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @ArisenMoon @Raikou Kaminari

 

[HK Fifty]

KORRIBAN



Zerek rubbed his head in irritation. 'God DAMNit 09. Shove your ego down and be honest.' Still, Zerek had never seen 09 like this before. He did still consider the droid a friend. Once 09 was out of earshot, Zerek sighed and looked at 01. "All I know is that he didn't mean some of that. I've never seen him like this before, so I'll tread lightly, although, if I were a gambling man, I'd bet that he does still care for you and harbors some regrets. I'll catch up to him and make sure he doesn't blow the place up." Zerek was about to walk out, when he turned around again. "By the way, bomb his home from orbit then check the wreckage. Works wonders, let me tell you." Zerek then left and caught up to 09.


Zerek quickly caught up to 09, noting that he wasn't trying to blow everything to bits. 'Progress.' Zerek drew his carbine again as he fell into step behind 09. "You could have been a little more cooperative, but whatever. Are you sure you want to ask a Sith Lord to pay us to hunt this guy? Seems like they've got a handle on it. Although... I always did want to see how a Sith looks buried in wreckage. If the pay is good enough, I won't question anything." Zerek felt a weird tingle through the Force. 'Huh... weird. I swear if this is the droid's idea of an ego boost, I'll throw him into the blast radius.'


@HK 50 09 @KalenNighteyes

Korriban


HK-50-09 was already quite a good ways to where he assumed the Sith Lord-in-charge's Office was when Forge and Zerek were speaking to Oh-One. He wasn't listening , either. I'll.. I'll show him! He'll recognize that I'm the better one! I'm right , and then he'll come around to me! THEN I CAN SAVE HIM! He'll want me to when he sees what a free , independent Assassin Droid can do.. He couldn't admit that he should've backed down and accepted Oh-One's assertions - Oh-Nine couldn't let a weaker droid insult him , even if it was his own brother. And he CERTAINLY couldn't appear weak- that meant death , as it did for Lord Malak , the Jedi , his Brothers most of all. No.. If Oh-Nine became weak in any way , to anyONE , it meant death.


HK-50-09 listened to Zerek's words in scorn. I'M NOT DOING IT FOR THE MONEY , BLAST YOU! Can't you see that? I'm doing it so I can show my brother that he needs to free himself. Victory is normally the means to that , but.. I'll have to show him the way to Victory.. And we'll have to start with Passion , I suppose.. But it certainly isn't for the money. And it CERTAINLY isn't for the pleasure of it. It's all for Oh-One.. Oh-Nine looked over to Zerek with purple-rimmed red eyes , which generally meant sorrowful anger. HK-50-09's current intention was to confront his Brother's master or Mistress , and get their permission to accompany Oh-One to Dathomir.


So , Not bothering to dignify Zerek's idiocy with a response , HK-50-09 walked much faster and rapidly approached the - Throne Room , Probably door. This same door he almost broke down when he opened it , and began making his Demands - along with stating his feelings toward whomever it was. "Demand/Denouncement : SITH! PERSON WHO RUNS THIS PLACE! I demand to be allowed to accompany my Brother to Dathomir , to kill this Nah-Iblen. I also expect you to pay me for this , and my associate here. After I succeed , I want you to emancipate my brother. Or , at least , try to make him not be so WEAK. How dare you break my Brother like that , anyway! You reduced him to a crying , pleading MESS! And what has he done to you to deserve that? You damn Sith always hurt him! You're lucky he wasn't me - I would've killed you! Oh.. Right. You may want my name , though you're rather stupid if you don't already know. I'm HK-50-09."

 

[Field Marshall]

Moon/Fueling Station





Jace eyes widened and for once the darkside tempted Jace. He was beyond infuriated, he was seething. A brother had betrayed them, interfered their hunt, harmed their own, and has basically put them in a position to die at the hands of Sith and Imperials. Jace was back in the cockpit before he knew and the freighter was rocketing back towards Felucia and the fueling station. "Ni copad tal!" Jace mumbled.


@folclor

 

[TommyGun15]

Above the Refueling Station





Nah-Iblen sighed and shook his head. How had he known something would go wrong? It was a lucky thing he hadn't really trusted the Mandolorians in the first place, or he'd probably have completely lost his investment. As he descended towards the fueling station, he reached out with the Force, sensing the locations of his targets, and began to charge the forward plasma cannons.


A ship bearing no identifiable markings swept low towards the Sith trying to board the ship, firing plasma cannons among their ranks and sending men ducking for cover. A few remarkably well placed shots took out several of the men trying to place charges on the Mandolorian ship, sending the survivors scurrying away.


@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @ArisenMoon @Raikou Kaminari

 

[Grammatic]

Fueling Station


As the first explosions began hitting the ground, Darth Trakus was already moving. He had sensed the incoming threat, and, not wanting to risk a lucky shot striking him, quickly pulled back. As the remaining soldiers began firing at the new ship, Darth Trakus opened a comm to the waiting vessel in orbit.


"This is Trakus. Deploy fighter squadrons 1 and 2 to provide cover, and bring the ship in range to use the tractor beam incase the target gets away."

 

[folclor]

Fueling Station





As soon as she was able, Illya gunned it, flying up and away from the Sith ship. "Jace, headed your way. Return to initial coordinates. Repeat: Return to your original coordinates!" She sent a rain of missiles down upon the Imperial soldiers and rocketing toward the Sith ship. "Chuka, secure yourself! We're leaving the atmosphere!"


Chuka set aside his grenade launcher, secured the target to a bunk, and secured himself in a seat.


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @TommyGun15 @Raikou Kaminari @ArisenMoon

 

[TommyGun15]

Above the Refueling Station/Tatooine


As soon as the Mandolorian ship began to take off, Nah-Iblen fired a few ion torpedoes at the Sith ship, then activated his cloaking device. Once his ship was invisible, he went into hyperspeed and took off, heading for Tatooine. Fortunately, he still arrived ahead of the Bounty Hunters. He brought his ship closer to his usual station, docked it, and then walked off his ship, heading for a nice spot along the path between the slave market, and the docking station. There he bought himself a drink, and waited.

 

[Field Marshall]

Fueling Station



As soon as she was able, Illya gunned it, flying up and away from the Sith ship. "Jace, headed your way. Return to initial coordinates. Repeat: Return to your original coordinates!" She sent a rain of missiles down upon the Imperial soldiers and rocketing toward the Sith ship. "Chuka, secure yourself! We're leaving the atmosphere!"


Chuka set aside his grenade launcher, secured the target to a bunk, and secured himself in a seat.


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @TommyGun15 @Raikou Kaminari @ArisenMoon

Near Felucia





Jace was puzzled by the sudden change in situation but nonetheless turned his ship around. He slowed down figured he would just meet them halfway and set this ship on a suicide course to the fueling station. He had the navicomputer calculate the path and he set the ship on the proper trajectory and waited. Jace replied "Actually I have a little present for our friends on Felucia need you to pick me up when you exit atmosphere which is where I am waiting."

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Mandalorian ship


Chuka had just barely got strapped into the seat when Illya had pushed the ship to escape velocity. Letting out a breath he tried to piece together what just happened. 'How did the Imps know where we were?' The Sith he'd almost expect to know what was happening to the daughter of the council, but they would've just sent a few senior Sith to retrieve her, or so he thought. Something else was going on. He heard what Illya yelling about imperials and Sith. And that chakaar dar'vod Rylos (Scumbag not my brother) had betrayed them. He'd turned on his family!


Once they were clear of the atmosphere he moved to the cockpit to join Illya, checking on the mark to make sure she was secure and still asleep along the way. Though he moved the co-pilot to the one of the other two seats in the cockpit designed for a crew of four and secured him there, unable to tell if he were alive. Once he'd settled in he looked to his adla o'r te oya'karir (equal in the hunt). Taking off his helmet, she would see the cold burning rage on his eyes. "Pehea Ru'lis kaysh vaabir ibic? Kaysh cuyir aliit!" (How could he do this? He was family!) His voice rough like gravel as he set his helmet on the consol and leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes while they went to pick up Jace.


@folclor @Raikou Kaminari

 

[folclor]

Above Felucia





Illya rolled, activated cloaking, and left the atmosphere. "Jace, meet us at these coordinates. When you get on board we're gunning it to Tatooine. Cargo's too hot to wait."


She switched off comms and sighed, idling at the meet up point. In the heat of the moment, the adrenaline let her forget her pain. Now, as it wore off, she slumped back into the chair, grimacing. The bandages were stained with blood and she squeezed her eyes shut, working through the pain before she spoke. "Liser't pretend at kar'taylir meg kaysh's doing. Kaysh's naas a a damned merc." (Can't pretend to know what he's doing. He's nothing but a damned merc.) It hurt like a vibroblade to the chest that he'd do such a thing. "Pehea Ru'lis kaysh? Di'kut! Vi trusted gar!" (How could he? Idiot! We trusted you!) she screamed.


Illya looked to Chuka. He was honorable. He would not do something like this. "If we don't keep this secret he'll be brought to a Lodge... if we do he gets beheaded for his treachery. Chuka... You'd never do this, right? You'd never betray family." They had a moment, so she unstrapped herself and moved into his lap, hugging him tightly. Her wounds screamed at her to stop, but she needed this right now.


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Raikou Kaminari