The New Order Of Ryloth.

[sophiam]

/me Anoon'Tualin and the other four members of the Head Clan of Ryloth sit in the council chambers discussing current affairs when the door bursts open and the two guards are fling inside and land in the centre of the chamber dead. Light floods into the room as a forcepike is thrown from the outer chambers. It lands in one of the dead bodies and wavers for a moment.
What is this outrage!
/me Anoon stands, he is over six feet tal and is well build. His teal skin is drapedin cerimonial robes and his lekku are tattooed and wrapped. The other members of the Head Clan, one stone, one fire, one music and one spirit, stand also. They are shouting for more guards but none come. Zovia steps out of the light and into the main chamber.
Hopeless, absolutely hopeless.
/me She stands next to her forcepike and looks down at the body it is stuck in. She shakes her head and eyes the members of the Head Clan menacingly.

[sophiam]

This one must be Brightsick. Have her removed at once!
/me Zovia looks at the head of the music clans and he is forced to his feet choaking to death. She lets go her grip and pulls her forcepike out of the dead body, the dark blood dripping on the floor as she approaches Anoon.
The clans are weak.
/me Anoon stands firm but he is nervous.
Who are you? What is the meaning of all this?

[sophiam]

/me Zovia plants one of the points of her forcepike on the ground as she stands in front of Anoon. She meets his gaze, her dark eyes sending fear into his mind.
I am the Crimson Lady, and I mean you harm.
/me The leader of the spirit clans whispers under her voice,
I though the basic phrase was 'mean you no harm'...
/me Zovia spins the pike in her hands and lunges at her, the pike slides out in her hand and puctures the female Twi'lekk's chest. Zovia quickly pulls the pike back and flurries it, the blood spats on the robe of the stone leader who tries to wipe it off.

[sophiam]

/me A look of utter shock comes over the faces of the remaining four leaders.
Chir'daki! Do have any idea of what you have done?
/me Zovia smiles and looks at him.
Why no... please explain to me what the death of a member of the Head Clan means...
/me She says with a hint of sarcasm. The leader of the fire clans steps forward.
With the death of the spirit leader the Head Clan must be dizolved and exhiled to the Bright Lands.
The planet will decend into chaos until a new Head Clan is appointed!
/me Zovia absentmindedly lights a deathstick and laughs softly.
That's the whole idea.

[sophiam]

Why do this? What is the reason?
/me Zovia exhales and a dark look comes over her alluring face.
I do this for all those who live on the streets, all those who are forced into slavery by their fathers simply to ensure their financial security, for all those cast out because they are unwanted! I do this because it should have been done a long time ago.
/me She stabs the forcepike into the solid ground and unclips her lightsabre. Holding it in her left hand she uses the force to make the remaining members of the Head Clan to kneel before her. In a cracked voice, the music leader tries to speak,
Revenge.... you will find no peace in..... in your actions......
/me She ignites her lightsabre and it's crimson blade bursts forth, the heart of the blade appears to be black.
Words I would expect from a Jedi.
/me Her voice is filled with hatred as she elegantly swings her lightsabre and the music leader's head falls to the ground with a thump.

[Master Bondora]

your so evil!

[sophiam]

/me With the stone clan leader to her left and the fire clan leader to her right Zovia drops into a very low stance with her left leg spread out in front of her and her right leg directly under her supporting her weight, her body is paralel to the ground with her lekku trailing down her back. She spreads her arms out and upwards and with a flick of her wrist her lighsabre leaves her hand and circles her body. In moments the bodies of the stone and fire leaders collapse to the floor, their heads no longer attatched to their necks. Zovia's lightsabre returns to her left hand and she stands up looking at the fear in Anoon's eyes.

[sophiam]

Darth said:

your so evil!

no duh!

[sophiam]

Please.... I beg of you.... let me walk into the Bright Lands......
/me Anoon's face is wet with tears as Zovia stands over him, a smile on her face.
A long and painfull death it would be. You surely deserve it after what you did to my family.
/me Anoon looks at her with confusion and suddenly it all clicks into place,
No.... it can't be you... but, it is you...
/me Zovia clasps her right hand to her chest and says in a childish voice,
Please sir, my father wants to sell us to a slaver, please help us....
/me Anoon gasps, shocked.
Sinya'Ani! By the Mother I thought you dead!
/me An expression of pure hatred comes over Zovia's face.
You thought wrong.
/me With these final words she swings her lightsabre and Anoon falls to the ground, dead. Using the force Zovia calls five of the forcepike's mounted on the walls over to her and she plants each one in the ground directly behind each of the Head Clan chairs. She then picks up each head and places it on the end of one of the forcepikes, each behind their respective seats.

[sophiam]

/me Zovia stands in the centre of the room and looks at the five heads mounted on the forcepikes. She waves a hand over them and put the heads into perminant stasis. She then takes a seat in the head chair, Anoon'Tualin's head behind her his face frozen in an expression of absolute fear and pleading.
And so it begins...

[Tiera-Qel]

Tiera Qel sits quietly in Deep meditation, focusing her thoughts and emotions into a single silerlined thought, laying the strands of another web as another presance catches her attention, a thought that leads to the image of the hostile world of Ryloth, deep inside the temerate zones " So, another one of great potential has emurged from the rambels of thier species into greatness, and so well bred, Mother will be most pleased to learn of this"