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

RE Infinite Anarchy MAIN THREAD 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 The pull of the gravity felt strange as Sidra shifted her body back and forth from foot to foot. A few times, she felt a flutter deep in the pit of her tummy, a rush of nerves as the adrenaline coursed through her veins. Or was that just the anxiety over the meeting that was about to embark? She tugged on a lock of auburn as it cascaded over a bare shoulder, the color contrasting starkly against her porcelain-pale skin, as her steely eyes wandered and took in the sights of the grand room she and the Solarian emissary stood in. They definitely were no longer aboard 'The Apsis'. The definitely were no longer aboard any ship. They were on Helion... solid ground. Sidra swallowed, but tried to hold her head up--trying her best to resist the urge to avert her eyes--as everyone started to gather. They looked so fearsome, so angry. How were they to discuss anything if they all bore expressions of hatred? It was baffling! But then, she glanced over at the Dominion, that seething hatred of her own bubbling up. Her blood heated as she thought on her parents, her father. Both were gone forever. Her eyes prickled slightly, tears just beginning to well as the memory swirled in her mind. No. No, she wouldn't let these bastards or any of these so-called emissaries get the better of her. She would thrive, be proud of her family, her faction and all that they'd managed to accomplish and still would! Just then, Sidra felt a gentle hand upon her back--the Solarian emissary--and she smiled. Turning her head, her eyes glimpsed the older woman whose face looked worn, tired. No doubt she longed for peace, an end to the rising tension between them all. Th- Sidra began to mumble, but her words were cut off as a Dominion man, brutish and fierce stormed over and shouted his insults at her faction's emissary. Her own eyes went wide, but the Solarian emissary just sighed, her face complacent as she looked up at the large man whose words had dripped venom. Before anyone had a chance to say more, the silence was broken and a chill unlike anything Sidra had ever felt before ran down along her spine. It was like pins and needles pricking at her flesh--a warning--telling her to be mindful, watchful, on alert. She swallowed hard, her blue eyes locking onto the Novus who emerged from the shadows to speak, his words chilling with their cold and calculated precision of their conciseness. The Novus. She loathed them almost as much as the Dominion, but at least they hadn't taken her parents away... As the Novus stepped forward, she took a step back, the strange gravity--or was it fear?--caused her knees to wobble and she stumbled just slightly. The emissary reached for Sidra's arm, keeping her balanced and upright. Sidra's eyes fixed upon the Novus as he spoke, her teeth biting down upon her lower lip until she tasted the tang of blood upon her tongue. Trembling, her hand gripped her skirts, knuckles going white, but she refused to avert her gaze. No. They would not get the better of her. None of them would. The emissary just smiled, her head tilting slightly, Calista Eagan, she said nodding at the others who'd gathered. And this is Sidra Hesperus, she added gesturing at Sidra. The Solarian emissary didn't bother introducing her bodyguards. Now, with the pleasantries out of the way, perhaps we can get to the point of this meeting. The woman eyed the Dominion emissary who'd insulted her, her gaze swiftly shifting to the Novus who'd just spoken so plainly. Again, Sidra shivered, her hand moving from her skirt to the arm of her faction's hope for peace. The older woman noticed Sidra's fear, her hand reaching for hers and linking it with her arm. May we be escorted to the conference room and perhaps be shown to some seats? she asked. Sidra just stayed silent as the emissary tried to talk to these 'people', her eyes shifting between the Dominion and Novus emissaries. As much as she didn't want to admit it... they frightened her. And, as much as she didn't want to admit it, she feared that her skills would be put to use before the meeting's end.