Necessary Preparations

[Dalethria Mal Pannis]

There was so much to do in order to get Ch'hodos running the way it should be. What little technology it had, was centuries old. It meant that alot of replacing and rehauling needed to be done, and since the Keep was abandoned when Sorsha found it, that meant there were no supplies to start doing that.

Milivikal and Dalethria had gone over the place with a fine tooth comb and compiled a lengthy list of to do's. It was ridiculously long and Dalethria wondered how the heck her Sister had planned to get things fixed around here. Well, she sorta knew the answer. It was one of the reasons Sorsha had wanted her back with the group. Dalethria had a lot of resources and money to make this operation work.

And the first of those resources had arrived from Meras ...

A YT light freighter and medium class one had docked an hour ago. They contained the equipment needed to start the first of the major repairs, food stuff and some of her best people from Meras to oversee the operation.

Dalethria was in front of the YT freighter going over the manifest with Darxon. He became head of the household staff for the more shadier tasks the Mistress needed for the last two years. Darxon was an old contact, a burly human in his 50's that always had stubble to shave. They were friends back in the day when Smuggling was her primary profession. They had always gotten along and he jumped at the opportunity to work for her. Who wouldn't want a stable paycheck and live in a mansion?

"Sorry, Dale. Was all I could fit on this run." He lit a cigarette, "The YT helped a little, but you want everything under the radar."

"Yeah, I know." She absently tapped at the datapad while looking it over, "It has to be done. Luckily there's a hyperlane near Meras that can get you into this system undetected." Which was not a coincidence. There were none when Vicet was involved. "We just have to do small trips to keep it that way. What are we looking at?" She furrowed her brow, doing a quick calculation in her head, "A week turnaround?"

Darxon blew out a thin layer of smoke through his lips. "Yep."

She sighed, "Lovely," and shoved the datapad at him. "It won't take forever but close to it."

[Tirsa Krylana]

:: peers out at Dalethria and Darxon from a darkened corner ::



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[Dalethria Mal Pannis]

Darxon almost choked on his cigaratte, "Nah. It'll happen faster then ya think, Dale."

"Yeah, I know. It's better this way." She took one last look at her people, reinforcing the dangers of the gravity here. "You're in charge till I get back. Nothing better be damaged or lost because some idiot fell off a ledge. I'm going to check on what's keeping Arriana."

"You got it boss." He headed off towards the ships, barking orders.

Dalethria walked off the landing pad just to stop again. She spotted Tirsa trying to duck away. She crossed her arms and shook her head, "What do you want? Or ... were you just curious Tirsa?"

[Tirsa Krylana]

:: Tirsa's eyes glow catlike as she peers out of her hiding place to speak ::

<center>"Curioussssss ... yesss. Many quesstionsss I have for you, Dalethria."

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[Dalethria Mal Pannis]

"Ah," she said out loud in understanding. The centipede inside Tirsa decided to take control for whatever reason. Sometimes they liked to alert Dalethria of their presence and wished to talk to her.

She walked closer to Tirsa, "And so what does the chitter in Tirsa's head like to know?" Chitter was how Milivikal described the one in her head. Dalethria had adopted that term when speaking to them directly.

[Tirsa Krylana]

:: Tirsa begins to speak, then cants her head to one side. She pounces on one of the workers milling back and forth, and begins crushing his larynx in a choke. She chatters as his neck snaps in her grip ::

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[Dalethria Mal Pannis]

This would not do.

Dalethria took the sabre off her belt and ignited it. She thrusted the violet blade into Tirsa's face, "You know I don't care if she lives or dies. You like living chitter ... " There was no chance to react. Dalethria cracked the hilt against the Nebari's forehead. "Don't do that again."

The rest of the workers had stopped what they were doing, freaked at what just happened. Dalethria merely glared at them. It was enough for them to continue working again, knowing that the same fate would happen to them by their Mistress' hand if they didn't get a move on ...

[Tirsa Krylana]

:: There was a yelp, and a sniff, and as Tirsa's head whipped back around to look at Dale, the temperarture in the hangar became deathly cold. A howling wind kicked up, and Dale was sent smashing against a stack of crates with the back of a gloved hand ::

<center>"Daaaaaaaalethriiiiiaaaaaaa!!!"

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[Dalethria Mal Pannis]

The cold didn't bother her. She was used to such conditions living on Meras.

Being smashed into the crate did. The impact caused it to crack and Dalethria slide down to the ground, eyeing Tirsa. Well, Tirsa's body. She wasn't in control.

"Vicet..." She managed to growl out while getting to her feet. Dalethria had mistaken Tirsa's change as the centipede but the Nebari held no such powers that were being displayed now. "I was wondering when you show yourself, though I expected a conversation through Milivikal." She extinguished her blade but did not put it away. "My ... mistake."

[Tirsa Krylana]

:: the wind dies down as Vicet revels in the sensations of the nebari girl's body, stretching and preening as Dale got back to her feet ::

[Dalethria Mal Pannis]

She closed her eyes and sighed, calming herself. Dalethria hated to wait but arguing with Vicet would get her no where. As powerful as she was, Vicet was still a god and would die instantly if Dalethria provoked her.

Slowly Dalethria opened her eyes and releaxed, leaning against the crate, watching Vicet enjoying herself. It must have been the first time the Dragon Goddess had used the Nebari as a conduit to speak through. "Well ... I guess I now know why you wanted to speak through Tirsa."

[Tirsa Krylana]

"Now that you've taken your rightful place, what do you intend to do with your Sssisster?"

[Dalethria Mal Pannis]

Dalethria feigned stupidity, "Which one. I got two. You're in one of them now."

[Tirsa Krylana]

:: A wild grin spreads across Tirsa's face as she moves closer ::

[Dalethria Mal Pannis]

She sighed deeply, not knowing what was to come next. Answering the question was advisable. "Sorsha will be sent to Meras, to continue her work on Dathomir. Tirsa will be her go between, acting as her eyes and ears, her voice. The Temple will be completed on schedule."

[Tirsa Krylana]

:: She was nose to nose with Dalethria now, tilting her head to one side as she purrs in her ear ::

"A temple for me? How sssweet of you."

[Dalethria Mal Pannis]

A shiver ran down her spine and Dalethria smiled, "Yeah, well ... I figured since was in the works, why stop a good thing. Glad it pleases you."

[Tirsa Krylana]

:: She sniffs the air a moment, seemingly distracted, then walks in a circle around Dalethria ::

[Dalethria Mal Pannis]

She looked over her shoulder, not trusting Vicet. The goddess was unpredictable. "Something the matter?"

[imported_Arriana Rezner]

Approaching, Arriana quirked a brow at the scene between Tirsa and Dalethria. The Sith Mistress had called her here to discuss transport and such like, but it appeared she was now occupied with other matters. Never the less, the Kalish advanced- then spotting the body of the worker lying in a heap on the floor. “… Are the preparations running smoothly, Mistress Mal Pannis?” she asked, still eyeing the carcass for a moment before drawing her gaze to the woman before her.

[Dalethria Mal Pannis]

Arriana was finally here. Bad timing on the Kalish's part. Dalethria still watched Vicet like a hawk. "Yes. Minor set back but everything is going ahead as scheduled."

When Tirsa finally made her way back around to Dalethria's front, she finally regarded the young Sith, "We have a visitor today. Pay your respects for Vicet has decided to grace us with her presence."

[Tirsa Krylana]

"Another time, Dalethria. I leave you ... to your work."

:: Tirsa convulses and screams orgasmically before falling unconcsious at Dale's feet ::

[imported_Arriana Rezner]

“Vicet?”

Arriana had met the Goddess once, but it seemed today would not be her second encounter. As quickly as Dalethria had spoken, Tirsa had interjected before crumpling to the floor in a lifeless heap. Her eyes grew wide.

“I take it my ship has- … is she alright?”

[Dalethria Mal Pannis]

Vicet wanted a personal meeting. That bothered her.

She looked down at Tirsa, "No worries, Arriana. She'll be fine." Dalethria knelt down and picked up the Nebari's head gently, "The symbiosis is still new to her. Having Vicet take control of her body was taxing. And yes, your ship has arrived."