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The vacation villa perched high on the mountain slope; here, Siri could get away from the palace while still being in a short distance. It was sort of her version of Camp David.

It was in the dead of night. There was no moon tonight. Sirithil sat in a recliner in the living room of the house, a fire going in the fireplace and a big window providing her with a view of the city lights and the peaks of the Pelóri. The Elentári was hunched somewhat in her chair, looking grim and deep in thought.

A younger elf-woman stepped forth. "Milady... your guests are here..." Her voice seemed... just a tad frightened.

Sirithil nodded. "Very well, Gilraneth," she said. "Is everything prepared as I requested?"

"Exactly so, milady."

"Good," said Sirithil. "Send them in, then take the rest of the staff, and get as far away from this villa as you can. Out the back door. Go down into the city. Make sure the defenses are on medium alert until such time as I return." As she spoke, Siri never moved a muscle from where she sat in the chair, never faced Gilraneth even once.

"Yes, milady," said Gilraneth, bowing a little, and withdrawing.

Siri nodded silently. What path do I walk? We will see if I have made the right choices, she thought, rising from her chair to go to the gate.

http://www.weirdozone.0catch.com/projects/nationstates/sirithil/sirithilnosfeanor.gifLady Sirithil nos Fëanor
Elentári of the Eternal Noldorin Empire of Menelmacar
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OOC: When are you gonna get on IRC!!?!?!

~Siri

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((OOC: In a humiliating mistake, I've lost the password to/allowed to be deleted the Raem stand in nation. Sorry Folks. As such, I'll use this one.))

Mieka passed the jacket to an attendant and watched the other woman's eyes, she quickly snapped them back in Mieka's direction from the slaves, something inside hardening again after a second. "I thank you for these, gifts," Sirithil said, "A ship should be arriving to collect them shortly." she said, indicating in the direction of the slaves and the haemonculi herding them. "In the mean time, we have much to discuss," she said, sweeping her hand in the vacation villa.

They walked slowly up the path, the Archon's spiked armour and the Elentári's smooth robes making a marked contrast in form, colour, and meaning. Siri closed the door behind them.

The Dread Archon heard a slight scrape of metal in the distance and saw a muted glint of light from the sight of a rifle, then she felt a slight prick on her exposed skin. Turning for a moment she looked at Siri, who gazed back with an impassive interest. Time seemed to slow down as Mieka reached for the sharply bladed splinter pistol holstered at her hip.

With a jarring impact she fell to her knees, her sight was becoming distorted. She tried to aim the pistol, but her arms failed to move as commanded. Some distant part of her mind registered that this was a normal effect of sedation. Siri leaned forward slightly and grasped the drugged archon's arm with an easy almost languid motion, jerking back her hand and sending the pistol skittering across the floor. "Goodnight," she said, and Mieka fell into blackness.
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The gravitic cruiser Dînsûl swept soundlessly over the crest of the hill, battle ready, and prepared to land on the wide area that had been designated. From the windows the crew could see numerous dark and angular grav-vehicles hovering about. Dark Eldar warriors surrounded them, overseeing a crowd of huddled humans who were effectively corraled in the centre.

The gravship swept down, landing. Hatches in the side opened, and with a liquid grace two platoons of MIDF soldiers swept out, their guns down in non threatening poses, but fully armed and active. The kabal's warriors watched them and herded the slaves, into the emptied ordnance bay.

When it was completed the cruiser lifted off slowly and turned in the air, bringing its weapons to bear on the Dark Eldar troops. The plasma cannons opening up around them, raising thick palls of smoke and flame where they hit the ground.

In the villa, Sirithil watched as the ship unleashed carefully orchestrated destruction, waves of overpressure crippling the vehicles and smashing the warriors into the ground. Occasionally one of the Eldar weapons would shoot a bolt of darkness at the mithril-armoured form of the gravship.

She walked over to the table in this room and tapped a button. "Captain?" she said.

"Yes Milady?" asked the calm voice, against a surprisingly quiet background.

"You may offer them an opportunity to surrender now," she said.

"Very Well Milady," the Captain replied.

(OOC Ouch nice.. Hmm do people know Siri has Mieka, because if they do the Council would be very interested in paying her a little visit, they have a few issues to take up with them.))

((OOC: Not yet, she's got to be pumped for information first ("Tell us or we won't hurt you! :wink: "). Don't worry though, our twisted minds have arranged a punishment broardly similar to the one you intend.))