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Syn watched as for the first time he saw the gleaming spectacle that was; Space. "The Sun". thought Syn with awe. Something he hadn't seen in a long time. His mind flashed to the cold, dark tunnels of Mimban and he involuntarily shuddered. He looked out the window of the ship enjoying the prosperous view.

 

Nervousness cramped Syn's stomach. He anxiously tapped his foot against the durasteel floor. Syn was worried about this. He knew he was being devoured by the darkness surrounding him, but stability was necessary. Yet the thought of this group intrigued him, it held together some sanity in a sense of bonding together as powerful friends.

 

"Understood, Master."

 

As their Master finished speaking, Syn would take seat once more, holding his head down, avoiding any means of conversation. He enjoyed the groups company but wasnt one to actively participate in any given conversation. Rather, he'd sit and take in whatever was said..

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The images unfolding in front of Syn could have been something out of a dream. The poor lighting, the dank, musty smell; even the way a solitary fly slowly buzzed about had a languid, dreamlike quality to it. But the young Sith never dreamt, so the effect was largely lost on him. As such, he was forced to make do with a simple feeling of unease. Animated by the low fire in the corner of his own eyes, long shadows danced across the walls of the ship, bathing the room in alternating light and darkness. His black cloak with its towering hood and voluminous folds helped lend his diminutive figure a presence he was sure he wouldn't have had were it not for the menacing aura that seemed to emanate from his silence.

 

Syn was nothing if not a disciplined and calculating tactician; it was something he prided himself on. His superb analytical mind and flawless reasoning had proven his worth many times over in the life of the streets. It had never been particularly difficult for him to solve his problems, all he had to do was take the time to think matters through.

 

"Prepare yourself -- Master!"

 

A blackened saber was ignited from the depths of glittering silver lightsaber, although he was inexperienced, he would use this weapon of destruction to forumlate his defense while he struck with his newly created blade. Feet met wall as Syn flung himself from the bare floor and sprung against the wall -- directing his attack towards Renin.

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Amazed at the sheer calibur of his own master, Syn would praise him in deep silence as sabers locked, glistening with energy that sparked with ambition to kill. Renin's word sunk in as his master flung himself in the opposite direction -- avoiding confrontation. Regardless, Syn would take a moment to recollect himself and take a soothing breath before engaging his master once more.

 

"Hm, he doesnt seem to have any opening in his stances.. -- Yet"

 

Syn would sidestep, allowing himself to better percieve his masters movements -- in essence, Syn slithered like a snake, coursing from side to side with his weapons dancing about amidst the air. He'd then drive his own saber into the platform, igniting an explosion of sparks to cloud the area and then he'd drive towards his master with a well placed dagger strike.

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  • 1 month later...

Mallichae Syn took a deep breath, feeling better that the Sith Master was on board this craft. Maybe, just maybe they would have a chance now. The ship groaned and began shaking violently, an intense ripping sound echoing through the confined space. Yet, he remained calmed and reassured with the dark prescences.

 

"Syn. My name is Syn."

 

He'd say in a darkened tone, while moving the locks of hair from his beautifully structured facial features. Syn would then shift his body to face the women in a more directed fashion..

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The question that arose, quickly and efficiently sent a string of hatred through his body. He'd sit and ponder what exactly did occur during their time on that decimated planet. Then to the best of his memories he would explain the situation to the Sith Master..

 

"Abandoned. Abandoned in the heat of battle, our confined division split apart and took on an assortment of different foes. I, ofcourse was left in the dark once the battle between my opponent and I had come to a reassuring stop. Regardless, my master and team had dispersed into secrecy leaving me behind without warning and without care.."

 

The saddened words were spoken in a whispered manner, showing the disgust and grudge that was held deep down within himself. Although, the team didnt get to acquaint themselves with one another too well, he still missed the comforting words that were constantly spouted between them. Maybe this one could ofcourse provide a sense of security herself..

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Carving into the face of Syn, barely apparent, but there nontheless - A smile. He'd keep direct eye contact with the Master, and nod in acceptance to what was said. He'd rim the outline of his warming robe and then pull the thick, overshadowing hood over his head, veiling his face once more.

 

"No objections here.."

 

- Following Alora into the cockpit section of the well structured ship, Syn would quickly conjure up the knowledge of what he was taught from his previous master.

 

"Weapon construction, Team tactics, Basic Espionage. That should sum it up well enough?"

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Coming from the cargo hold, Syn would nod respectfully in his masters direction and allow himself to take seat near the window of the Astra Mist. While seated, the silence took over and he would simply begin feasting on the prepared meals as well.

 

Finally, his emptied belly began to fill and delight was brought to the mouth of Syn. Still, questions filled his confused mind, questions of the force and questions of what was actually going on within this corrupted universe, but more importantly; where they were headed.

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A malicious smile peeled its way onto the face of Syn, he'd eye his entire palm as if looking right through its entirety. Previous memories of his acts on Cardia, ignited. He remembered the cause and effect of the violence portrayed against the ravaged creature and how it felt to release such an energy, sending its to its gruesome stature. Subconciously, his cleared plate would float amongst the two and a shocked expression lay bare - As if answering his master's question without the use of words.

 

Then easing it back down too its previous state, he'd simply sling an arm behind himself and look to the distance planets through the window. Wondering how to best such acquired abilities.

 

"Thank you.. Master."

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Rubbing his arms from forearm to shoulder, he'd bask in the thought of how utilizing the force felt, exposing all the deep energy that dwelled within his body and finally releasing the hurt and pain that kept him, eternally tortured. It was a type of ecstasy that he couldnt resist and wanted to grasp forever.

 

"Master, It was most definately; One of the greatest feelings of my life."

 

His thoughts still conjured ways and ideas of how to mend the force to his own discretion, utilizing the force whenever he felt necessary, and without prematurely exposing it on mere emotion. Still, the feeling was tremendous and it was as if the feeling awaited at the tip of his fingers for him to propel anytime he pleased.

 

"I know I have a great deal to learn from this, but I feel as if the knowledge is indeed seeking me in the same manner that I seek it.."

 

Lifting and placing the small objects around him, almost in a playful manner - allowing several to crash at certain points. The dark side swelled within him and he was enjoying every moment of it..

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It was painfully obvious that his master continued to suffer and for what reason? It was unknown to him. Such happenings was not of his concern but her well being meant more then a greater deal of things set within this universe. He wanted to provide warmth or some form of comfort, but truth was that she was a complete wreck, he would have no clue where do start. His objective remained clear though; "Vernza-Torrah". Shifting in the distinguished seating, he would flip through a numerous range of controls and set course for that very planet..

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The dark sleek craft cut silently through the dark voids of space. Within the cockpit of the sinister ship, Darth Exodus studied the vessel's radar monitor intently. He knew that he was close to his destination, he could feel it. That instinctive premonition that, through disciplined training, he had learned to identify and heed confirmed his target was near by. The Sith Lord allowed a brief grin to cross his dark features. His former master would be pleased that he had been able to locate the target so quickly.

 

Despite the fact that the radar was still showing no other ships in the region, Darth Exodus activated the simplistic obscuring device and allowed the ship to fade from view, partially. Exodus' pale emerald eyes continued to carefully scan the screen in from on him, constantly keeping his senses alert for any change in the display. His face, obscured by a grim hood that shadowed his face, revealed but a fraction of the violent emotions the roiled within him. Only those sickly-colored eyes occasionally betrayed the full malevolence that lurked beneath the surface. His black robes stirred softly as he moved a glove-clad hand to adjust the pitch of the engines, diving into his destination with utter swiftness.

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Stars shot past in a noiseless dance of dazzling lights, the fiery pinpoints wheeling and whirling as the vessel shot through the field of lights. One might notice an odd flare to this particular craft immediately, it being that the glaring engines failed to glow their normal red but instead gave off a deep blue radiance. On a second glance, an onlooker would note the intricate pattern of black serpents weaving its way across the entire craft, each one devouring the tail of the one before it. The endless cycle of life.

 

And thus the vessel streaked towards the sphere of Vjun, the pilot responding to that flashing indication of an urgent message. The only thing out of place was that, well, he responded to it before it started flashing. The holotranciever buzzed to life, the visage of his supportive droid brought into being by the wonder of technology, words flowing forth.

 

"Darth Exodus, Sir. Your required destination has been implemented, Further assistance will be noticed when alarmed, Good day."

 

Exodus smiled to himself as the message played itself out and faded from view, his eyes glancing up at the fast approaching world ahead and reassuring himself that soon he would be flying over it's lush canopies again, a thoroughly relaxing occasion that the Sith Lord looked forward too.

 

Exodus eased his intricately decorated craft closer to the atmoshperic proportions, performing a few rolls and darting around the larger mass for a short time, before pressing a very unique button. He had modified his beloved vessel to his tastes not long ago, and this was one of the features added. Outside, in the cold of space the radiant blue of those engines pulsed with a new light, the sudden burst of propulsion turning the craft into a far off dot.

 

The vessel plunged through the atmosphere, cutting it like a knife and soaring over a blurred field of jungle trees. The effects of its boost wore off and the vast green carpet below began to show its more detailed features. If only the Sith could hear more of the undergrowth's sounds from here. The temple reared up and the craft slowed further, it's pilot manoeuvring it to land within the main hanger. The cockpit hissed open and the form of Mallichae Syn emerged, lowering himself from the vessel and removing his helmet to reveal a head of black hair, his legs beginning to carry him on a leisurely walk towards the unknown..

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It's amazing how much beauty is contained in a single glimmering star. His earliest memory, staring up into the darkness, awestruck by the never-ending canopy of twinkling diamonds that stretched farther than his eyes could perceive. How could the universe hold so many examples of perfection? A star has no defaults, no flaws to mar its silvery radiance. Its only thought, only goal, is to send its sparkling rays out into the great void, until time or man extinguishes its precious beams. Stars have a passionate, uncontrollable beginning and a frosty, silent end, but no one remembers those events. It's those middle years, when they shine in the twilight through the dusky skies of distant worlds, which truly matter.

 

Exodus often thought the same way about love. At first it burns wildly, fiercely, without any regard for those around it. Infantile love, in its early stages of existence, is selfish; your feelings, and the object of your affection, are dwelt upon more than anything else. Flames, leaping higher and higher, consuming thoughts, emotions, ties, and flesh itself. First love rages and roars, absorbed in its own powerful vigor.

 

This is how he felt, but he hid it well.

 

Eventually though, that ardor must fade. Passion grows weak on lust and physical attraction, and desires stronger food: constancy, fidelity, and devotion. The heat and uncontrollable excitement of immature love subsides, yet something still remains: sincere affection. A small fire, not a conflagration, it burns slowly but faithfully, and neither depression, nor fear, nor loneliness can snuff out its light. Only death.

 

Still, she was different. It was odd how one could go from straying emotionless to suffering from the same thing he feared. Maybe the only thing he feared. Spider, he could be sure to smack it out of him, he idolized his friend for how he carried himself with such prowess and determination, but was he too suffering?

 

He had to clear his mind, keep focus and allow the darkness to guide him. This was the only answer, the only option. And then it happened. Silence was broken and her serene voice filled the air again, but he would keep his composure and show no sign of weakness.

 

"To Königreich des Teufels. You must learn from this place, understand it if you will"

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Mallichae Syn had been born in a hole. Born to a lifetime of slavery without even knowing it, and it had gone downhill from there. As he grew up, it grew worse, and he grew number to the pain and death he brought about out of mere servitude. At times he had even started to take pleasure in his gruesome tasks. And then, slowly; it had happened right under his nose, but simply did not exist in his memory: he had begun to live for it. He had become a hideous beast devoid of all sentiment save for bloodlust. Although, his composure and sanity kept intact, this was his clouded past. Always too painful to even remember, and so he left those memories buried within the depths of space itself.

 

Navigations were setlling just fine, and the thought of introducing Dominique to his former Master was a brilliant plan, if she still remained within the academy.

 

"Damn, what does she want now?"

 

Lifting himself from his seated position, and wondering to the corridor in which Dominique cleansed herself from the mysteries that Exodus still mumbled over - He would slip his own robe off of his shoulders and allow it to slide over his forearm.

 

"Here, use this."

 

Letting the extravagant attire fall into the grasp of the naked Dominique, Exodus would simply inhale deeply and wonder back to his quarters, accepting the cold temperatures of space.

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Exodus was inscrutable under the hood of his cloaks, his mood indecipherable from his expression. Cross-legged, arms intertwined and head bowing in thought it was evident that he was in deep meditation before now. Abruptly as it had started the violent flow of obsidian-grey energy stopped. Normally, such disruption would send him into a fierce demeanor. Fortunately for her, he wanted to teach her more and sought this as an opportunity to do so. Exodus would pat the section of ground, signaling her to take seat next to him.

 

”œMeditation; It's the only substitution I have for sleep now at this point. There are many differences between this new method of rest and your old one, the measure of sound certainly not being the least; it's never silent when you meditate, as it should be. The force echoes on and on, never once missing a beat, and sometimes in my most irrational moments I swear I can hear the underlying sounds of choked-off sobs and shrilling screams intermingling with my breaths; I'd like to say those moments are few and far in between, but lying can only go so far.”

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This was expected, none would grasp hold of such so easily. She had great potential, she was willing to learn and take hold of whatever knowledge he had to expend towards her. At this point, it seemed more then a thirst to show her the dark, he was sure of it. He respected and honored most if not all of his brethren, but examining further - They were all blinding themselves with unending amount of rage and emotions that they fooled themselves into believing to have conquered. If she could learn to 'use' her emotions without turning into a mindless bloodthristy animal, Exodus would prove to be more than proud.

 

Watching her through the force, clawing at it's essence, attemping to selfishly contain it all within the very moment would get her nowhere fast. It took time, patience, and allowing the force to feed of her emotions would definately quicken the pace.

 

"Here, hold my hand"

 

The very texture of their oxygen began to turn. Thickening and becoming intoxicated with a blend of obsidian hues. The durasteel floors chilled with an unbearable temperate. Regardless, once contact was made, he would fill her with an ecstacy never experienced before.

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Still settling with the experiences that were now shared with another, even if they were exceedingly brief, it touched him that he could finally allocate such. The constant vibrations and alterations throughout the ship had come to a complete stop and Exodus would rise from his seated position once more. No emotion marked upon his face, simply content with his current success and progression in life.

 

”œExhilarating isn't it? It can show you much more.”

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He sat up straight in the luxurious cockpit of the Ebon Serpent. Cool emerald eyes surveying all before him. Staring into the repressive blackness undone by bright gems of far away stars. His lips pursed quietly, reverence of the lonely solitude weighing heavily upon his young mind. Space was an amazing thing; it's pitch-black exterior hoarding thousands of glowing baubles within its belly. Space was a dark and lonely place. Filled with drifting stars and tattered planets. A place of sanctuary. A place of death. Finding little meaning in time. Space was apart from it. Beyond birth and beyond death, belonging not even to life, but to a place between. Belonging to a flow, a pattern, connecting the living, and connecting the dead. Connecting them together and binding them, the dark and the light, so that neither was far from the other, and melding them together, just as it had been in the dawn of time. Indifferent to life as it was indifferent to death, for both were an everyday occurrence. As quick to change as the snap-hiss of his magnificent saber. Dangerous as a double-edged blade. A milky silence demanding reverence and fear. Cold, cold as his calculating shimmering eyes.

 

Yes, space was something else. It whispered promises of solitary death, the same promises existing in the swish of Lord Exodus' cloak, or the clacking of his boots across the steely floor. Space is a place of past, and lost to the present. The man wiped the black hilt thudding against his thigh, gazing into the mystifying expanse, Exodus drifted into his thoughts and back into his memories..

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Exodus awoke abruptly, eyes snapping open only to be blinded by a bright overhead light. He squinted, throwing an arm over his face, and groaned as a dull throbbing in his head finally penetrated his new awareness. He shifted experimentally, immediately recognizing the familiar feel of a ship's med-bay mattress. But his limbs also felt stiff, and he stretched carefully as he covered his hindered eyes with his blackened hood.

 

It was then that he remembered what had happened. He sat bolt upright in the bed, his hand unconsciously reaching for his lightsaber, but it wasn't there. He looked down to his waist, realizing with dismay that all his weapons were missing. His clothes were gone too. He wore nothing but the form-fitting robe meant to be used as the underlayer of the more respectable armored suits.

 

”œBe steady, Sir. Your inner mutation has taken a definite toll on your conciousness. Pain may not be a factor, but the mind still functions all the same.”

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Exodus reered his flight stick hard, sending his custom model into a tight turn, Spinning almost uncontrollably into the hangar bay off the known Moaning Hapen. As the magnificent ship touched down in the hanger, technicians scrambled to repair the subtle damage. Exodus left his engines running while the technicians connected fuel pumps to his possession and refueled.

 

Exodus felt the familiar anticipation of violence building within him. The power of the dark side of the force coursed though his veins like an unquenchable fire. He allowed his mind to become completely focused on the moment, attaining a level of concentration and awareness impossible to any but the Jedi trained. He felt the slow melding as his senses became one with the massive spacecraft; The Moaning Hapen, and the void of space around them.

 

After the door had slid open with a slight hiss, he strode unhurriedly along the tight and constricted passageway until he reached the armored bulkhead of the Imperial Troop-drop ship. The dark warrior examined the metal surface closely for a moment, before drawing out the smooth handle of his Lightsaber from where it hung beneath his dark robes.

 

The blades ignited with a distinct scorching hiss and extended to a little more than half a meter in length. Exodus studied the surface for another moment before adjusting the syringe of the emitter until the blade extended to roughly a full meter each. Satisfied, he took a brief moment to focus his anger and rage and ride the rush of power that they produced, before deactivating the wicked blades and replacing them safely unto his belt. His iris's now glazed over with a subsequent malevolence, impatient to draw for blood.

 

His presence was definately felt throughout the entirety of these soldiers, even his known brethren John, whether or not they met each other once upon a time. He respected him above many, his direct and impulsive nature was definately a feat of power that allowed his personality to rise above others. He was honored to head into battle alongside such. For now though, he would remain hushed, analyzing the battle to come..

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Relief. If that's what it would be called for observing another well respected comrade, one he knew, approach with the same defiance that he last held, but with an even greater gush of force intensity. A simple nod and a returned handshake were delivered to both, and then too Tethyn. It was unbelievable, consuming the vast reserves of darkness that swelled off of his companions, only to further fuel his own vicious ambitions. Apprentices, Lords, Masters, gathered on the edge of battle, ready to engage at will.

 

Exodus would be sure to promote the fastening of his customary protective covering, strapping the shell of armor onto his hardened chest. Almost, if but for a moment, ignoring the words spoken from the gracious man. Then, as if staring straight into the eyes of a mastermind and witnessing the future to come, he cracked a slight smile. This ”˜Tethyn' had an aura about him; he could become a definitive Sith given the time, especially under the training of one such as John.

 

”œIt's a pleasure, Tethyn.”

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Exodus would bow his head slightly in favor of the arrival of Darth Mortis Diabolus. Returning his attention to the words of both John and Tethyn, he beckoned to suppress his laughter. Leaning in on one foot and bringing his cynical glare towards Tethyn, his tone would alter into a vaporous whisper; ”œTethyn. The ”˜plague' I speak of, it is hidden to most if not all eyes. Do not question it, just be weary on the battlefield ”“ There are things that cannot be explained out there.”

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The water against his skin acted as a sharp beacon in a world of pastel colors. The symbol of his dream was sharp and contrasting in the waving, shimmering illusions around him, so dazzling a sight that one could never view it in full clarity. Over the waters he raced, free and yet caged, and sure stepped but uncertain-hearted. The procession of a ghostly figure danced on the shore's edge, and he went, pale white boats gliding in silent following. The bared bodied children laughed and waved at his approaching form, awed by his presence while unaware of his wicked malevolence, unashamed of who he was. They were all innocent and sure eyed, for they could not see far into the future, knowing only how to live in the now.

 

Feathers fell around them like snow, promising safety and wonderment. One pale-haired child waved at him in a crowd of out-stretched hands, waiting to be blessed. His glistening eyes could not help but rest on her excited form and linger at how she resembled someone unbeknownst to him. The child looked so similar in her pale, transparent body that he knew immediately of her relation to his own psyche. My daughter, he acknowledged, but it was not the only reason he stared as recognition flickered through his eyes.

 

They were hers.

 

The girl had his eyes; she reflected his spirit in them. Exodus paused, there was an ache in his chest, of all the might have beens, of all the could-haves and would-haves that really led no one anywhere. He had thought this to be real for but a moment, a chance for complete solace, until reality hit him; This was but a dream.

 

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His eyes awakened to comfort, an aura that he was reminiscent of. He inhaled willingly, taking in her scent. Exodus' distinctive physique stretched slightly, feeling her smooth, flawless body supporting him. He lay, ”˜cradled' and stretched out atop her body, tilting and leaning his head rearward, placing a passionate, tender kiss upon her own unsuspecting skin before returning his head to its original resting position upon her chest. He too, was unashamed ”“ and merely thought of this as considerate relief.

 

Still, the fact that she was one of the most beautiful women he had come to par with in the entire galaxy had an affect on him. He so desired her, but could never surpass his pride to admit to it, plus the fact that she had a distant someone to begin with didn't help the situation. She was tainted, and used by the Dark Lord anyhow and she would fulfill his needs whenever demanded ”“ such was not enviable.

 

Regardless, the silence continued; her cleansing his resilient body, and him running thoughts through his mind in perfect unison. Perhaps he could find himself forgiving Alora, perhaps such grudges were only for the weak and naïve, her presence was atonement enough”¦

 

”œAlora”¦”

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Exodus felt obligated to return the comfort. He slid his hands down her shoulders to her chest, cleansing her from the same filth that once covered him. He picked up the soap and a cloth. "Let me bathe you", he alluringly whispered into her own ear. He turned her back to him quickly, teasingly overpowering her as if it were a game; he began to wash her back, caressing her. He reached around her and slipped the cloth over her body once more, pressing himself against his back as he worked his way down.

 

There was no way the seductress could resist an opportunity like this, easily one of the most enthralling man in her ranks, but effortlessly one who could effectively pull from her astounding features. He loved to tease the renowned seductress, despite how he wanted her so ”“ this game served to be more amusing.

 

His movements were composed, firm and somewhat rough as he purified her from the filth with the delicate washcloth, but nonetheless ”˜provocative'. Her head was tilted back slightly and her eyes were closed. He leaned over and kissed her exposed throat, feeling the vibration as she sighed softly. Just as the pinnacle, the appropriate moment for them to break out and fully offer each other raw, untamed passion ”“ Exodus stepped out proudly, covering himself in an exquisite towel, before turning back and winking towards the excited seductress.

 

”œYes, that is what I wish”¦ Oh and I must thank you, you've been most”¦ accommodating, dear.”

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The chains of detachment and the braces of endless imagination finally released its grip on the introspective warrior. A dying sigh escaped the mouth of Exodus as he rose from his ceaseless slumber. He was renewed and reborn on wings of obligation, knowing that what lay in the other room would introduce a whole new world to him. Truly, what was he to do? On the road of being one of those most venerated Sith in this time, all the while being burdened with a child of endowment. What possible options could he initiate? There were but a few.

 

As his mind ravaged countless notions, plans, and possible answers ”“ It all came to a complete halt. Not even looking in there general direction, Exodus' callous heart thumped at what entered his peripheral vision. A little girl, his little girl cuddled beside none other than Alora herself. His malicious demeanor stole the feeling from him immediately before he could comprehend ”˜affection' again.

 

He slowly strode into the bedroom, curious if they were both asleep or not, his robe slowly swirling about just as his mind was. He'd find himself positioned on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands questioning what he was to do.

 

”œAlora”¦ Where is her mother?”

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Exodus fixed a glimpse into the unrestricted mind of his former Master. The horrors that were ensnared within was quite terrifying for one to witness as a child, Exodus knew this quite distinctly but the extent of his past was well masked. Still, his expression showed no form of affection and he remained flawlessly numb. Leaning over, he placed a gentle kiss on his child's babysitter, whispering;

 

”œNo”¦ I feel for you. It must've been terrible.”

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No, the smile still remained. It was almost twisted but admirable at the same time. He would've never guessed so little could take Alora so far, but it was apparent that she was definitely offended. He took this moment alone with his child in complete tranquility as something to be cherished. His left hand emerged and poked the tiny bubble of a cheek on Janus' face; he almost laughed as she made a bubbling gurgle.

 

”œKids”¦”

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The silence between them crept up as both of them turned their backs on each other. One furious, one as calm as the prying space that surrounded them. How troublesome women were, it was clear she suffered on great lengths. Not that that was mentioned as a bad thing among Sith, it was actually regarded as a great strength. Nevertheless, she spoke as if Exodus had never been hurt or endured great trauma such like herself, No ”“ where was she then? Exodus made it his obligation to mend whatever it was Alora had quarreled with, he at least tried to be there for her, even when she had disappointed him or disregarded him in the presence of a man whom clearly treated him as nothing. No, she never noticed that, she didn't consider that even now, Exodus was here trying to fix what he started even if it wasn't the best method.

 

”œKilled? Hah ”“ I am death.”

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Death had changed her indeed, for Death manifested itself a most noteworthy vessel. The way he kept himself, the way he spoke with such confidence ”“ It represented a genuine leader. Regardless, Exodus actually took the time to mull over what Alora spoke of, and unfortunately, it made sense. This would mean sacrificing valuable time in his child's life, time that he knew he could never make up for. But of course there would be alternatives, he could still keep an eye out, and take care of her from afar, he knew exactly how.

 

”œYou're right, but if anything happens to her”¦”

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Luxury, material things”¦ Exodus never quite focused on such beforehand. As she spoke of it in a high-regarding manner, Exodus looked about, examining just what she spoke about. Truly, it wasn't his nature to care for how she attained such riches, nor respond to her questioning. The rhetorical question still sprung hints at what her point was; the capabilities to safeguard what needed to be hidden.

 

Then the thought hit him, wouldn't it be possible for Exodus to veil himself from common society and craft his own sanctuary. They all had one; each and every significant warrior had a place of safe haven, except of course, him. The possibilities of such excited him but his funds were never quite on such a scale, just what was necessary to get things done. Regardless, Exodus now became intrigued in how she came into possession of such masses of economy and furthermore, how he could do the same.

 

”œDon't speculate such, I have a feeling you've achieved this in a respectable manner. What intrigues me though is”¦ How?”

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