Thread: Infinite Anarchy MAIN THREAD ((Dominion Wanted!))

Name Nickname Sidra Hesperus. Race Human. Faction Solarian. Attire Long dark brown skirt, dark brown corset top with pink satin off-the-shoulder sleeves, brown boots, gold headpiece resembling the rays of the sun. Weapon None. Location The Embassy, Planet Helion. Tagging Anyone. Time TBD Sidra's heart skipped a beat as her breath hitched causing an audible gasp to pass over her lips. To hide the tiny sound, she shifted in her seat next to the Solarian emissary and raised a hand to her cover her mouth. Her pale eyes had gone wide and she could feel her blood boiling as a seething hatred washed over her making her entire body run warm. Hot. She looked over at the Dominion emissary as he threw more insults toward her faction. War mongers indeed! Just what did he expect? They'd been taking and killing for so long, it was high time someone stood up to them! Perhaps the sting of more than one faction was too much for even them... The heat crept up to Sidra's cheeks as she flashed a glare of hatred toward the Dominions who sat so smugly across the way. As terrifying as they were, they didn't seem to have the upper hand now. Now that they'd been called out not just by her own faction's emissary, but by all! It made things all the more interesting when their barbaric brute of emissary had to resort to the only tactic left--including name-calling the Solarians, of course--which was playing the victim. But Sidra knew the truth. The only victims were her people and if the Dominions weren't stopped, they'd continue to be in that role and it would mean Samson would remain in imminent danger. Frowning, she began to tug on a lock of auburn that fell over her shoulders. There would be no reasoning with the bullying Dominion, not ever. But then, when did bullies ever see reason? They didn't. They couldn't. Could they? Sidra wasn't sure they could. She'd never seen any Dominion ever show any glimmer of compassion. They were self serving, greedy conquerors. They'd stop at nothing until nothing was left. But, what then... what then...? Shivering, Sidra glanced over at Calista, her eyes shining as she saw the older woman sigh with frustration. No need for weapons, she said softly, smiling at the Terran man who stood by the Admiral. No more blood needs to be spilled. The woman closed her eyes for a moment longer than she needed to. Sidra looked over at the Novus, then the Terran with the gun and back at the woman beside her. Calista's blue eyes fluttered open and she took a deep breath. The problem, Admiral, and I will speak plainly, is that so much of the Solarians has been taken and brutalized by the Dominions that we would be hard pressed to trust them. She paused a moment. We want to find a common ground. But at this time, we cannot trust them to be in our space. The woman licked her lips and swallowed hard, her eyes glancing over at Ayana as a glint of fear shone in her eyes as she spoke. Perhaps over time, this can change, she added, her voice wavering for the first time. I'd like to see that change. Sidra looked over at the Dominion emissary knowing full well that Calista's words wouldn't set well. But, what could anyone expect? They were human, they were being attacked. As far as the Dominions are concerned, Calista continued. The Solarians want to be left alone. We will not interfere with them and we demand the same in return. If an alliance is the only way to ensure that we'll be left alone... so be it. Fingers tracing her tattoo with one hand and the other hand playing with the ends of her reddish hair, Sidra's eyes clamped shut for a moment and then opened. The air had suddenly gotten so heavy, the chair so very uncomfortable. Her steely eyes suddenly found themselves searching for the nearest exit as fear and worry prickled all over her skin causing her to feel on edge, her body shifting as she glanced over the faces of everyone about the room. No. This wasn't going to end well.