Exodus

Respecting the fact that she was merely of greater power, he'd refrain from pursuing any such arguments as to why she remained so secrete and he was asked to spill his life. Nonetheless, he assumed the obedient side for once and took a second to contemplate his life before all this. "Im nothing special, Mallichae Syn. Weighed in determination, anticipation and knowledge. My life before this is of no concern, nor was it something to remember anyhow. Ive learned to leave it all in the past and let it rot there while I look towards my future and appreciate that I can do so. --" Pausing for a moment, Syn would take a moment to inhale and reach into the depths of his pockets to remove a simple piece of chew in order to calm his nerves while revoking past memories. Now with a innocent expression, he'd look directly into the eyes of his master and almost plead without words. "I have never been good with associates, or rather - Friends. They've always managed to place anything above me and turn on me the second their needs were fulfilled. My hatred, buried within me, is what I believe to keep me breathing 'till this day. If I was too expose such a nature, Im afriad it would harm my well being. So as you remain secrete, I shall as well." Placing his arms upon the table, he'd await the staff's delivery and put his head to rest until such a time came..

Syn followed, still smoothing out his hair- smothered locks, trying to make himself seem more wake. His eyes barely were adjusted to the oncoming light, and they narrowed in a glare as he tried his best to sift through the rays of the kitchen. He folded his arms over his chest, pacing into the room and taking note of the his master's question, and briefly glanced in her direction. He'd ignore the question for but a mere moment and shift himself past her as to make comfort on a nearby chair. Syn's body had tensed, and he almost flinched at the woman's touch. Her hand brought him back to reality, and his hollow gaze was set in her direction a moment. He offered her a slightly softer look as he peered into her mysterious eyes in a bit of an awe. "Uh, questions? Can I know a bit about the woman who nearly took my head off back there?" Ending with a friendly wink, Syn awaited what trivial answers were spouted his way..

The taunting visions were only admired and then passed on, seeing as how they had no real affect to his well being. Yet watching from the dark corner of his eye, he followed the pushing movement of her blade. Listened to her breathing through the force. So she wanted the offensive? Typical. And yet, there was something more. Something that lingered deeper within her, that Syn couldnt quite place his finger upon.. "..Alright, Time to get serious." This started out with Syn playing his own game; teasing the prey before the fight was always his favorite part. He would attempt to trick her senses, ensnare her mind with false abilities, and then deliver to the best of his knowledge. There! He inhaled sharply and pivoted on his heels to face what he had perceived as a sudden movement. But it had vanished. She was slippery; he knew this going in. Still spinning, allowing his robes to circulate the vacinity, he'd pounce oddly from the very wall, almost as if he utilized a bit of the force. Her initial attack had been quick, yet measured. He allowed a swift smile to brush his lips as the amusement of her premeditated offensive sunk in. It had been somewhat predictable - like the others that he had gone against. But there was more beneath her surface that he burned to force out of her. He countered her attack and then pushed his own. Their blades were seemingly untraceable, clashing and swirling, enveloping the two foes in an intricate, flawless dance - both desperate to achieve a greater goal.

A chuckle escaped the sly configures of Syn. Yet the expression would never change, no matter what sort of situation he was thrown into. Sliding to a stop, Syn would draw a simple Katana from the pillar positioned next to him, he'd then lean his head to the side, allowing his hair to dangle in all of its grace.. "Oh? Whatever do you mean, Master? I just couldnt resist." A smile followed and then he was off again, dodging and sprinting between combinations of footings organized to keep the opponent guessing. As a result, Syn would attempt to dig into his master, while for the moment she remained without a weapon in her palms.

Syn was one for causing torture, even when placed in torture himself. As the punches connected and his entire momentum was cut short by the grasp of his master, Syn took advantage of this predicament in order to further the anger of her, or possibly even calm it? Regardless, he'd push his body closer and place a quick and gentle kiss upon her unguarded cheek. As brave as he remained, he still wondered if the extent of this strategy proved futile, or did it actually compensate for something. Syn's left foot would erupt in a liquified manner, swinging in a rapid motion towards the legs of his master, hoping to catch her off guard..

Cratering into the wall, Syn collapsed from which he impacted and arose with the an eerie grin placed upon his face. Trickles of blood lined from his mouth's exterior - showing the power of such a force. Yet even through that, Syn found the means to smile and almost break out into a devilish laughter. His smile remained charming, still teasing the somewhat enraged master. "Hm, Ill be sure to be more careful.. Master!" With that said, Syn kicked up the debris from the impact into the air, hoping to cloud his master's vision while he coursed two hardened punches for her own exterior..

A confused manner of expression was placed upon Syn's features, wondering why his Master looked upon him so. Regardless he tensified and thought of how he was to approach such an advanced fighter, because after all - being titled Sith Lord, meant something. Even so, Syn refused to back down or surrender at such a state and progressed with caution. Looking at his options, he found that he could choose to engage in weapon to weapon combat, or the simplistic hand to hand combat. Hopefully, his master was lacking in atleast one of the two. "Heh, Master -- Keep your eyes on my movements, and not elsewhere" Allowing those words to slither from his lips, he nearly laughed, noticing the odd tension within the room. Regardless, Syn fluung himself towards his master with a suprising agile, placing a well placed kick towards her, while allowing himself to prepare for a counterattack.

The Sith apprentice walked into his designated chambers and with a weary sigh, slowly shed his clothes and headed right for the showers. It was late in the evening, and he had been through a travesty of events. As he entered the searing steamed showers, he could feel the tension slowly melt from his well defined muscles as the water cascaded down his body. Not to mention the comfort of isolation and privacy afforded to him at this late hour. "Wonder what master is up too?", he thought as the last of the lather rinsed off. He turned off the shower and began to cleanse away the excess water still drippin off his body. Minutes later, Syn found himself placing a traditional hakama upon himself, leaving his bare, hardened chest unveiled. Departing from his room, Syn recalled the direction in which his master had taken and simply retraced such a path. Sliding his hand across his face, allowing the silky, soaked strands of midnight black hair to dangle amongst the cool breeze, he'd await further instructions..

The shrilling sound of compiled metal ripping through Cardia's atmosphere was music to his ears, Syn observed the world around him while space itself was left behind. For a moment, he ignored the questions placed upon him by the Sith master and listened carefully to the serenity that was this. In another moment, his posture was regained and the look of evil unblemished upon his face. "The Dark side, teach me about the the dark side." As though a mere whisper, yet still ensuring that his newfound master could grasp what words were slithered from his mouth. The sun set through a haze of brown, green orange and gold streaks with a beauty that belied the noxious pollution that hung in the air this legend bound place. He leaned against the side of the empty chair behind the pilot. His eyes now had a distant, dreamy look. He'd tug his long, lucious hair out off his darkened Sith robe, allowing it to dangle in all its graciousness. His smooth skin seemed to have a silver glow. The only reminder of his other nature was the unique glistening blade strapped to his side.. [i apologize, posted this in the incorrect portion of Cardia. Alora, just play off of this at the proper location.]

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?"

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..

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..

Without a nod of reassurance or an exchange of words, Syn flung himself in the opposite direction, efficiently trailing the apparent Jedi Master. No hesistation was necessary, this very planet sickened him and it rotted with unfathomable fumes of death, deaths that were wished to be caused by he himself. "Hm.." --- Silence. Absolute silence. In every direction existed only darkness. Yet, in the emptiness, Syn sat amongst the Astra Mist. An intangible, sourceless emotion that seemed, somehow, familiar. It was a malicious desire - violent, deadly - the intensity of which he could not begin to control. With each of his unstable breaths it stalked him, advancing on him until it was almost a concrete presence. But, when he turned, there was nothing. "..Maybe this one can teach me to control, these feelings?"

The deep, rich obsidian spread across his vision, a black horizon whose purity was ruined by the clusters of tiny white pinpricks. As he narrowed his gaze, sharp and keen, the blue-tinted haze swarming the distant echoes of light was clear, so that each glowing ethereal thread could be traced. Mallichae Syn remembered climbing up to the highest creche window, blunt, refined fingers pressed against the glass, reverent breaths appearing as warm clouds on the transparent surface, and mind filled with night's glittering blanket. Staring out from the confines of the massive Temple, he would smile softly, and wonder why the stars swirled as if in the midst of a secret, tender rhythm. Voices floated from the distance. The quiet murmurs of remaining battles and depatures of fleeing ships interrupted the serenity of their victory. For a moment, he lingered there, echoes of his early days rippling in his mind. His body was completely drenched with sweat and the little protection he did have on, a pair of old black pants, had been stretched and ripped until they literally hung, dripping with moisture, from his slender hips. That is if he was standing up, as it was they pooled around his built legs sharpening the contrast between its color and the slightly tanned skin of its owner. The pelvic region of his body was slightly raised in the air making his well-built stomach shine against the beautiful moon. "I wonder what will happen next.."

Harsh, pitched fever dreams ... unbidden shapes that boiled out of the darkness with irresistible aggression, howling a thirst that would drink down the universe and remain unquenched, unslaked. There was no refuge from these terror-visions ... only desperate, bodiless flight in the hope of regaining consciousness; the primal drive to evade death. It was from such an ordeal that Mallichae Syn woke. As with each time emerging from the tremulous experience, his first action was to take immediate stock of his surroundings and enforce control over mental and bodily functions. This strict routine had been emblazoned in his synapses to the point of reflex over the course of recent similar exercises back on the ship, all designed for crises of mental control. Vigilance ensured survival. The Sith were vigilant to the extreme. His knotted brow furrowed. Beneath his midnight robes, his flesh seemed to singe with a thirst for blood. Dread and a brief panic seized him as he looked upon the raging battles before him -- noticing tactics and movements unrecognizable to his own knowledge. Even through watching such performances, Syn controlled his eager to learn such things and awaited a hopefuly victory..

Something was wrong. Mallichae Syn slowed, one hand going surreptitiously to the lightsaber at his belt while his mind reached outward. Tremors in the Force crawled across his skin like dry leaves and a nagging sense of urgency clawed at him. Even though it was a faint, breif feeling -- It still existed. Syn would launch himself in the opposite direction, sensing the presence of his team, hoping that they hadnt chosen to abandon him as well. Syn's guard was still kept, remaining calm and prepared for whatever was to happen. His feet pounding on the pavement matching the pounding of his own heart, the black robes of the Sith swirling around his thin form. The silver of the lightsaber, held in his tightening hands, glinted with the same perverse, twisted light that glinted in his own eyes, the only light in his shadowed face. "Spider, Falcon. Glad to see you two are still alive.." -- His voice expressed in a low and deadly demeanor, even his glance towards them seemed to be filled with hatred and everthing about him altered into another state. Yet another stood with them, one of great caliber.. "What exactly is going on?"

The battle moved moved into high speed from the get go. Syn knew from their constant encounter that Jarlaxle was a very capable opponent all the while thinking he was still young enough to score a quick and efficient kill and impress his master. For his part Syn was supremely confident in himself and his abilities went for the early kill in an effort to prove the Sith were superior to the Jedi. Despite dealing a couple of blows early that knocked down the Jedi, Syn was unable to do any serious damage to his opponent as it stood. His fury at the Jedi rising to new heights Syn was slowly pushed away, bu tonly fought back landing a revengeful kick to Jarlaxle knocking him back -- Syn executed a twisting jump that gave him some breathing room from the Jedi. Regardless, without allowing Jarlaxle anytime to get up from the hardened and highly accurate attack, Syn used the force to throw a piece of one of the many smashed boulders littering the vicinity into his body pinning him to the tree in an wakward position. Syn cleaved downwards quickly trying to take advantage of the situation but he was met by a boot from his opponent that staggered for only a moment. Yet, Syn's precognitive trap had been sprung. No longer did he back away. No longer did he give ground. Hopefully, Jarlaxle realized just how much trouble he was in as time and again he just barely kept the double bladed lightsaber from completing a lethal stroke. Syn's spirits started to climb when he assumed that Jarlaxle's sudden burst of energy seemed to fade. Syn gathered his own failing reserves of energy and moved forward with an overhead attack that would have split his foe in two. Instead he feinted perfectly, allowing an opening for Syn to spin around and with a reverse thrust impaling the young Jedi on his crimson saber. Blood spewed in a reckless manner as a deep and lethal gap filled the Jedi's chest. There was no getting up from such an attack therefore, Syn propelled himself into the trees -- allowing a safe enough distance to prey on what would happen next.

[Fine, Delete this post. And Jarlaxle. You heard Tarrian -- The rules dont only apply to me. You have to fix your post too then. Which means I wasnt even touched yet.]

[ OOC: Jaxlexle, You gave no chance for me to defend myself. Posting twice in a row, and leaving me nowhere to respond? Im going to disregard that entire post and make sure you pay for such an act of cowardice. ]

Absorbing the surprising kick, Syn soared through the air in the opposite direction, allowing a nearby tree to dent the speed in which he was sent. Once he collided, he'd immediately rise up once more.. He sprung over, shadowing Jarlaxle's defensive positioned body, snatching up dirt with his cold and frigid fingers. The hands that swelled with the thirst for blood. He than stared into his eyes - those pale eyes, once so full of glint and softness, became clouded with the images that passed over him now. The ridges of Syn's mouth curved into a vicious smile, as he stared at the thin pathetic Jedi before him -- although somewhat skilled, starting at the orbital of each eye, ending down his jaw line. He rubbed his knuckles, almost chuckling at the numbers of Jedi within the vicinity. Slowly taking off his ebony colored robe, his freshly tanned skin over his muscles flexed. His demonic glazed eyes, with those small pupils chilling the bones throughout the Jedi's body. Without another moment to spare, Syn returned the attacks -- noticing that this Jedi was the first to attack and would be deemed foolish for that matter. Regardless, the continious hisses and battering of sabers filled the air, Jarlexle and Syn's constant and steady pace remained matched to the bone..

The smile retreated, and despondency crept back onto his handsome features. His left foot would sway infront of Aero and he'd lean in to whisper a motivating; "Paradise awaits us.. lets take it".In that moment, the breeze would carry his lengthy hair and matching robes with an aura of lust. He'd then return the wink towards the female Jedi -- "Then prepare to see something that no other Jawa can do.." Yet Syn wasnt one to make the first act, only provoke it since his cover and tactics were ruined by the speed the team advanced in. He'd instead keep note of where the entire team was placed; Two alongside him, and Spider defending the rear. What was the next plan of action..?

A brown haze settled over the Dojo, diving deep among the grey, dead trees of the thick forests. Nothing seemed to remain on this side of the planet after the wear and tear of the ongoing ship landings. His sith brethren drowned the planet in darkness, rendering the planet nothing more than a graveyard of what it once was. The sunshine that actually penetrated the thick clouds was so weakened by the smoke and fire that it provided only a minuscule amount of light, thus creating an ominous and indeed deadly look. Borleais was about to become a desolate cemetery, with thick, gnarled trees serving as tombstones of the once glooming society. --- His thoughts were calm, at peace. Even as the fires of lust raged behind him, a calm was filling inside Syn. He stared downward, looking directly at both lightsabers attached to his belt. He took them off, igniting them in a circling rotation of brilliant hisses -- hisses matching the malicious alias bestowed upon him "Cobra". The red blade shot up, glowing brightly. The red beam reflected off his face like fire, mirroring the rage within him. All the while, his blackened blade shot up, mirroring the shadows of pain hidden within him. Searching through his mind, and his soul, down to the very essence of his being the Shadow that felt for that point of light. Once found he turned his attention to that dark half of his core self and grasped both tightly. Images passed through his mind, focusing he let neither part gain complete control and forced them into harmony. Each would feed into each other, not bound by either but rather aided. -- A gust of unwavering energy flushed throughout the grouping in the forest, even though he was a mere Sith apprentice, that title could never match his actual strength and potential locked away within himself. A small smile tugged at Syn's lips, he could feel the strength and energy of every individual within the vicinity, he could sense the intent. This feeling urged his abilities to increase and fueled his own intent as it did with every other Sith.. ".. And your awareness seems to lack, Jedi scum." Syn would walk from the shadows casted in the forest, allowing his robes to flutter in the winds with excellency. Regardless, as he passed his brethren "Fox", he'd place his second lightsaber within his grasp. "Dont lose this..." Syn would then look towards the Jedi' that stood before him ((Shy-Ree)) - ((Darex's)) and glare with a pair of devilish eyes that would cause tremble to the weak-minded. He'd slice the ground before him, disrupting the dirt beneath him and allowing it to fling itself into the faces of the Jedi whom patiently stood there in disgrace. His smirk would widen as well as his stance, covering all bases and allowing his senses to catch onto any hidden surprises.. "Come.."

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.

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.

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..