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Sirena simply watched, her blue eyes gazing with slight disappointment as each struggled with their own grasp for power. They were true fledglings in every sense of the word, individual, and selfish. They held no part in the Spider's Empire, at least, yet. The Cathar was agile and nimble, but so was most of his species. The mech was powerful, but raw and untapped. And the female was useless and seemed more bark than bite. Perhaps Master Helios was wrong in their potential and they weren't worth teaching. But who was she to judge?

 

As the machine down his first and stood to engage the second, as the Cathar cleaved his own into pieces, and as the girl sat entranced in the center, Sirena stepped from the shadows, a mixture hue of white mist with blackened plume filling the room with her entrance, Sirena's voice boomed with enchantment.

 

"Stil mijn Lammeren en luister naar mijn woorden, want de Sirene begint te zingen." Sirena's voice echoed as her form disappeared into the thickened mist and plume. "Laat mijn kusten uw ondergang spellen." And when she emerged, she stood behind the great beast, her blade buried in it's back and protruding it's chest, its crimson hue enlightening the befallen beast as it crumpled back into the plume from which it had came. Four had came, and three had fallen. Now only the beast that Solus faced remained.

 

Sirena's face crinkled in her displeasure, bringing her prosthetic arm up to her face as she placed its metallic thumb and forefinger across the arch of her nose as she deactivated her blade. With her remaining arm, she snapped her fingers with a hiss and twirled her arm through the air, gathering up the kinetic energy around them, and slamming her dominant foot forward, released its energy toward the disconnected beast as the sound of thunder pierced the room's walls with blinding sonic speeds. As she turned toward the exit, she gleefully listened to the beasts agony just as Solus would surely end it for her.


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The metal door decompressed with a short hiss, and retreated within the wall to reveal Hyperion quietly rasping his knuckles against the inlet. He stood magnificently poised, as if to say that his alluring Arkanian stature was less peasantry, and more of a distinct nobility. The cardinal-red wash of color in the clothes he wore was made rich, while his carnal pearlescent features exuded indisputable rarity. There were no two creatures like him in these parts, and so he harbored pride in how he manifested. A leather-skinned belt wrapped his waist twice, fastened with a polished house emblem buckle. Such a thing looked as if it were a coiling Najarkan Wilderbeast. The carving was so elaborate, that it was hard to discern the nature of it on first-glance. Amadeus au Raa shimmered with refinement, staring into the accommodation with a peculiar look of satisfaction on his face. Whether she knew it or not, her words did not fail to reach him.  

 

"I hope you are prepared to empty the cup, Princess Aziza." Hyperion smiled devilishly, ceding into an honest bow. Jeeves chimed a few acute beeps before welcoming his Master, gathering the dishware, then strolling dutifully out the door. "My honored guest. When you are ready, meet me in the conference room. We make for the Red Sands." Amadeus turned on a heel and left Aziza to prepare herself for the descent, and more importantly, for her new life. Perhaps the individuals that passed by her quarters, understood what this meant. And perhaps, each of them were wholly unprepared for what came next. Officers of familiar uniform were lost in idle chatter, while creatures of varying race rambled to one another about the passings of the mundane. And then all at once, the vessel burst alive as the engines roared and all operational systems flared, warning of immediate departure.

 

  


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As the two squared off with each other, Solus raised his arms in a defensive pose, ready to strike at the monster. The Monster, with one eye bleeding a dark hue of blood from the injury Solus had given it, dragged its hands across the floor as it tried to circle the shard. It growled and feinted, then smacked the ground once with a hand. 

 

Solus didn’t flinch. 

 

But what happened next made him flinch. 

 

The sound of crackling thunder boomed in the room. Solus brought his hands up to cover his own sensor from the sudden light but stopped as he saw what was happening. Another being had entered the room. A short feminine figure, with a blade in one of her hands similar to the ones Roshan and Aliss carried.

 

Questions for later. The beast had been pushed forward it seemed and was being shocked with deadly energy. It was off kilter and in pain, screaming for relief. Solus could not waste the moment. He charged forward, and grabbed it by the tusks. The energy was still coursing through it. Energy that Solus could sense. For a split second, his natural electromagnetic sense felt all the parts the energy touched. He could see its weakness.

 

"Hahahaha!" Solus laughed as his grip tightened.  The beast roared and tried to fight in its pain, but Solus acted first.  Holding on to both tusks, Solus pulled in opposite directions. 

 

The right side bent back slightly, splitting some of its skin open, revealing the muscle underneath. The left tusk snapped off in Solus’ hands. Armed with this new weapon, Solus spun the tusk in his hand and then, like he did with his metal attachment earlier, plunged it into the monster’s good eye. 

 

Blood squirted everywhere as the tusk sunk into the screaming monster. But to Solus it wasn’t enough. With both hands, he grabbed the monster by the face and placed his thumbs where both eyes should have been. 

 

Solus roared as did so, once again imitating the sound of that one alpha hound back in the cave on Ishvara.

 

With delight, he pushed as hard as he could, causing both the tusk and the broken robotic part to penetrate the monster’s skull into its brain tissue. The mixture of grey brain matter and crimson blood squirted out violently over Solus’ sensor, forcing him to literally see red. He still pushed. He still roared. He would not stop until this thing that had harmed his pet was dead. 

 

The thing collapsed backwards, lifeless. Now momentarily silent, Solus reached up and wiped his sensor gently, restoring his vision. 

 

“Who was that? Being, who are you?" Solus called out, not sure where the mysterious figure had gone. It seemed all the monsters were destroyed. And this being had helped. 

 

“Being, wait!”  Solus called out, but stopped short of rushing after her. His attention had been drawn to his unconscious hound. He rushed to its side and gently nudged it. Tear was breathing steadily. He was only sleeping now. 

 

“Lord Roshan…” Solus started. He looked to his own master in curiosity, then at Aliss. His sensor changed its hue slightly to a darker yellow in anger. Her actions had inadvertently injured Tear. 

 

“Lord Roshan, was that a test? A test of combat? If so, then I believe we passed. But who was that? Who was that being that helped us?”

 

As he spoke, he turned away from Aliss. Instead he looked at his master, and moved towards the area where the lady had vanished. 

 

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As Amadeus rapped on the door and entered, Aziza raised a single eyebrow at the mental image of him lurking outside the door eavesdropping. Nonplussed, she stored the glimpse into his behavior away and inclined her head graciously in response to his instructions. 

 

When she was alone, she took a deep breath. Well, this certainly shan't be dull. Rising, she crossed over to one of her carry bags and opened it. The little she knew about Korriban nevertheless informed her of the climate, and she pulled out an outfit that would be more suited to hot dust-laden air: high quality outdoor trousers in a sand color paired with no-nonsense hiking boots, a hunter green tank top with delicate hand-beading along the neckline, a brown duster trimmed in gold to keep out sand, and a multicolored exquisitely woven Chandrilan-cotton scarf which she wrapped around her hair. 

 

Once she had replaced her belt and the other items she thought she might need on her person, she headed to the conference room as instructed. 


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Hyperion sat securely for atmospheric re-entry, analyzing three-dimensional spreads of information that sprouted from a rather extensive holo-table. The disclosure was Korriban itself, relaying important satellite transmissions and sub-structures prioritized for the Sith Legions. There was a swathe of moving intelligence, and coded dispatches that were steadily being deciphered by the others in the room. The personnel here wore pure white masks, concealing the dogged expressions of tireless concentration that was expected of them. They were eerily quiet, only whispering into their comm-units to trade guidance. Amadeus reached out to the holographic construction of the red planet, and twisted his fingers as if untwisting a bottle-cap. Korriban spun on an axis, turning from a range of infrastructures and edifices commonly traveled, to the bare blanket of desolate sand-seas.

 

"Aziza," He spoke as if untangling the unfamiliarity of the name. "Did you know that the origins of the Sith derives from a substantial discrepancy in belief, over how the Force should be used? Those that march under the branch of the light, use their power in an attempt to nurture a peaceful end. They tie their hands when it comes to rule, and offer passive guidance and protection, or so they say. Creatures of the dark however, believe that their power is to be employed more directly. Those with power should rule, and instead enforce peace on their terms." Lord Hyperion paused, completely aware of how common this knowledge was for many abroad. "..I wonder. How did you stumble across your natural gift, Princess. Did your Father rule with the creatures of the dark, or with the olive branch of the meek?"

 

 

Preparing the Beaumaris for atmospheric entry, standby-- 


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She listened as he confirmed the general understanding of the dichotomy of Force philosophy. His soliloquy confirmed her decision, as loathing at the word 'passivity' coiled in her gut. He then posed two queries to her. "Certainly my family's rule is of the former variety," she said with a hollow chuckle. "Those who rose up against us claimed to want democracy and peace and justice...what they really wanted was chaos, though they couldn't see it." Her tone was dismissive. "In my experience, it is the natural order for the weak to submit to the strong. The Kalahari dynasty has brought prosperity and security to our world. The people are fools to want to trade that for ephemeral ideals."

 

She hesitated and glanced away briefly before bringing her gaze back to Amadeus' face. "As for how I discovered my sensitivity to the currents of the Force, I'd prefer not to say. Suffice it to say that the discovery was not unwelcome, though the situation in which the knowledge was revealed was...decidedly less so." 


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The moment seized. The way the last of her words commanded the imagination to work, to assume what it was that could have drawn her powers to the fore. The possibilities were endless, unkind, and surreal. Hyperion chose the silence, allowing her sentiments to breathe through the conference room uninterrupted. Reflection was a powerful tool, one that could uproot and summon the very raw emotions that had erupted once before. There were those that could temper such emotion, invoking the pain of the past, to empower themselves in the heat of any moment. Such crudeness was fuel for the embattled warriors of the Sith, but even the assassins understood the measure that these passions could inflict. Hyperion considered the strange metal alloy that covered the lengths of his arms, piercing the metal compound with his wintry eyes, knowing the deep scars that marked his struggles. 

 

"Aziza," Hyperion called to her lightly.

 

The fury-class drilled into the atmosphere hard, trembling under the mounting weight of thermal fever and gravity. Unease heaved through the belly of the interceptor, some creatures inside more accustomed to the transformation than others. Something was different though. Hyperion whispered several words, all of which went unseen unless one paid careful attention to how his mouth moved, and even then his words remained unclear. Emergency foghorns clamored nearly loud enough to harm the soft tissue of the eardrums, red lights searched and searched in warning, both washing the conference room in a panic. Several of the crew-members looked impossibly confused, looking back and forth to one another in their strange masks, then looking to the calmness of Hyperion as if there lie the answers they sought. "Sir, the—"

 

 

"I will show you the ways of the Sith."

 

 

AN EXPLOSION JARRED THE VESSEL, AND THEN ANOTHER, LURCHING ALL PASSENGERS DANGEROUSLY IN THEIR SEATS. SENSE OF DIRECTION BECAME UNTHINKABLE, AND THE SOUND OF SHOCK AND DISTRESS CONSUMED THE INTERCEPTOR. 

 

Anxiety conquered the moment, while crew-members jerked so violently that their bones began to displace inside their limbs. Vomit covered the man closest to the entryway as a maintenance droid launched across the room and mushroomed into the holo-table, distorting the imagery. Hyperion just watched, somehow less movable than the others, while a hand out-stretched towards Aziza, seemingly keeping her in place. The craft was descending at a rapid pace, and the whining of the wind against the infrastructure grew nosier by the breath. They were falling from the skies, and would no doubt find themselves as a stain against the desert wasteland. Hyperion smiled.

 

 

 


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Startled alarm coursed through her as the klaxons began to blare. The ship dissolved into a scene of panic, but for Aziza, it was like being in the eye of a hurricane. Amadeus' arm was outstretched, and she felt immovable despite the frantic pitching of the deckplates beneath them. His offer, spoken calmly and quietly yet nevertheless audibly, drew her gaze to his face, and the fear and surprise dimmed for a moment. There was no fear in his eyes, no surprise or shock or worry. Only calm, and simmering power, and a smile on his face. He was either insane or utterly in control of the situation.

 

It was as if the world slowed, the klaxons faded, and the panic couldn't breach the bubble of absolute certainty wherein the two of them stood. And in that instant, Aziza made her choice. Deliberately, she lowered herself to one knee, her eyes locked on his, striving to stay calm, choosing to trust him in the midst of the chaos. "I pledge myself to your teachings....Master."


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Just then, the ship upended. The vicious force of an untimely impact broke the powerful frame of the Beaumaris. Soft bones, and softer tissues split apart in a number of passengers, while the skeleton of their transport cracked open. The craft heaved with momentum over the rolling hills of sand, ricocheting harshly with terrifying speed. The heated metal of the vessel ruptured, windowpanes exploded, and any possible light source had become resoundingly black in an instant. There was a monstrous roaring of winds and storms as the interceptor skidded to a scratching halt, the savage sucking of turbulence and chaos tunneled through the broken ship, echoing loud enough to try to wake the unconscious. The concussive crash did more than a number on the passengers; outright killing many with a blunt enough impact that crippled men and women into a maimed death. Those that survived would wake soon to lick their wounds, and count their blessings.

 

Outside of the wreck the hour was on eventide, with the shine of the stars eclipsed by a thundering sandstorm. For all anyone knew, the dark expanse crawled on for miles and miles with nothing but the cool chill of deep sand beneath their feet, churning and spitting in typhoons without end. There was no peace. They had fell apart into the remoteness of an unforgiving Korriban, an enraged and resentful planet of red hate. Hyperion hung unresponsively from where he was strapped in, blood dripping thickly from his nostrils while his white hair sagged inches from his face. His heart beat strong, but could the same be said for the rest of those within the Beaumaris?

 

Which of them endured?

 

 


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Roshan:
No sooner had he killed the monster he was fighting, when the true threat revealed itself. He could hear a female voice as her enchantments echoed off the cavernous walls. It was not any dialect he was familiar with. But within the blink of an eye the woman managed to surprise and quickly down one of the grotesque creatures. 

"Aliss, zeuritou nouliqo xo xo!" Roshan bellowed in Echani.


Roshan's lightsaber remained drawn as he turned his focus to the new arrival. He stood at attention, ready to strike if necessary. Her arrival concerned him greatly as she seemed much more powerful than their group. If this was a test, it was not going to be an easy one. But if she was some sort of Force ghost, she definitely had quite the solid look to her.

 

“Lord Roshan…”

 

“Lord Roshan, was that a test? A test of combat? If so, then I believe we passed. But who was that? Who was that being that helped us?”

 

Roshan turned to Solus, the worry in his eyes reflected by the glow of his red lightsaber.

"I do not know. I have not quite ran into a holocron quite like this one before. But she may be part of the test. I'd suggest you fall back to me. It will be hard for her to manifest behind us if we are against a solid wall."

 

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Aliss:

It had taken Aliss a moment to gain her bearings. As it turned out, it was not the "holy crom" that had given her any special powers. Rather, a snarling, slobbery beast that had formed right above her and flung Solus off of her. Aliss froze for a moment as she first eyed the holocron beside her. Then the monster above her. It seemed to be watching its "brothers" engage the other two. But as her hands crept towards the device, the monster paused for a second before sniffing and dropping its eyes in Aliss' direction. Her own eyes grew wide as she swiped the holocron and rolled!

The ground shook a little as the creature narrowly missed her and connected with the rock floor. Aliss hurried to her feet and pocketed the holocron just before she took a massive swipe across her body. Launched through the air, Aliss sailed several feet behind colliding with a stone wall and collapsing to the ground. She was a little dizzy and her body hurt all over. She tried to catch her breath. She could hear the roar and screams of the monsters in the distance.

Get up, Aliss. Get up! It's coming! Get up!

She struggled to move. The cool touch of the ground felt unusually comfortable in that moment.

Maybe I should lie here for just a few more...


"Aliss, zeuritou nouliqo xo xo!"

The irritated and forceful nature of Lord Roshan's command triggered a sense of fear and adrenaline that snapped her out of her delusion.  Looking up, she could see the glow of Roshan's lightsaber and almost instinctively scrambled towards it, ignoring the throbbing pain she felt along the backside of her body. Moving beside him, she reached for her lightsaber but Roshan's hand motioned for her to hold her position and wait for order. She knew the drill. She was ready to strike if called upon. But as he engaged with Solus, she was almost certain of it. Her lord was cautiously curious about whoever this "she" he spoke of was. Aliss looked around puzzled, trying to find the mystery female in amongst the shadowy and uneven mixture of glowing words and pockets of dense blackness.
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Just as quick as the mist had rolled in, did it roll out, its white haze separating from the blackened plume. And like the mist, the four bodies disappaited back into the plume from which they had came, the crimson letters disappearing and the blackened plume returning to its pyramidal prison within the girl's pocket, leaving the darkened chamber empty and silent. Slowly the shadows before them moved and parted, revealing the blue eyes of Lady Sirena as she stepped into view with a cackle and bravado applause for the trio.

 

"My, my, my....The Crystalline did as expected." She spoke with a coyful pride as she eyed Solus before turning to Roshan and Aliss. "Haven't you heard the saying about curiosity, my dear Kitten?"

 

Sirena was of short stature, but was seductively beautiful, even for those of the same sex. Her raven hair flowed in the breeze apart from the proportioned locks that sat tightly to the sides of her head and the makeup adorning her face fluttered in the light as she stepped forward clearly, her walk almost floating across the stoned floor. Her hand reached down and grabbed her laced gown as she dipped her head in an elegant bow before her gaze rose to face all three.

 

"Forgive my manners. I am Lady Sirena." She spoke adequately, her tone soft and playful. "As for as the Holocron, the test was to resist, not touch it. But Master Helios was never one for all the details and preferred his students to play with fire." 

 

Sirena briefly glanced down at her prosthetic arm before glancing back up to the trio. With a grin, she finished. "And don't worry. I'm not part of it, that is, unless you want to get burnt." Chuckling, she was curious to see how they would react.


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Solus nodded and obeyed Roshan’s order without question, coiling against the wall Roshan was near. 

 

"That is wise Lord. Very wise. I must admit, I am not as wise in combat as you are Lord. All I seem to be good at is pummeling. Perhaps my wisdom will eventually grow observing you." 

 

When the being showed herself again, mentioned how Solus had done as expected and eyed him, Solus couldn’t help but feel a smidge of pride form inside of him. This being, while new and strange to him, had in a way complimented him. And that felt good. 

 

Even as she turned and spoke to his master and introduced herself, Solus found himself studying her. She was much different from Sir Aliss, though being of the same gender. Her stature and form was entirely different. Where Aliss carried herself like a snake with a purpose, this being carried herself more delicately. Her skin appeared more smoother then Aliss, as well as a much different color. But the two were both fairly hairless on first glance, and had two arms and legs. Still, this being was a different species compared to the others in the room.

 

"Forgive my manners. I am Lady Sirena. As for the Holocron, the test was to resist, not touch it. But Master Helios was never one for all the details and preferred his students to play with fire." 

 

Solus nearly mentioned to Aliss about how she was wrong to touch the so-called ‘Holocron’, but he silenced himself before that. That would be a foolish move on his part, would it not? Aliss was a child of Roshan. It did no good to berate her. She was probably smart enough to realize her error. If not, then Roshan was in the clear position to point out her error, not Solus.  

 

When Sirena mentioned how she wasn’t part of the test, Solus visibly became a bit more open. His body slouched slightly, his arms lowered out of a defensive pose. 

 

“That certainly makes me happy to hear...Lady Sirena.” Solus cherished the title Lady as his synthesised voice uttered it slowly. It sounded so much different from Sir and Lord and Darth. 

 

“This here is Lord Roshan. We are his children. Sir Aliss…” Solus realized how Aliss was still on the floor. He slithered over and bent down to offer her a now clean hand to rise. Solus was almost disappointed that he didn’t get a chance to study the blood and brain matter from the battle.

 

“So sorry about that Sir Aliss. Let me help you. And I am Solus, Lady Sirena. Solus the Ascended. And he is Tear..." Once done with Aliss, Solus pointed to his currently unconscious hound. 

 

"If you, Lady Sirena, are not part of the test, then why are you here? Are you a person who uses what Darth Helios calls ‘the wicked flame’? Surely you are some sort of deity, for that energy that crackled from your fingertips was godlike.”  

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The calm shattered as the eye of the hurricane passed and they were hit with the full brunt of the metaphorical winds. Chaos and pain and instinctual fear took over in a jumbled blur as the ship hit the ground of the red planet in a massive collision. She saw bodies flying, heard cries of anguish, and felt a sharp pain, and then the world went black. 

 

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Where am I?

 

Consciousness clawed through the darkness of her mind, fighting to win against the body's natural responses. Groggy, she tried to figure out the answer to that question. It was dark, and she couldn't see anything. The smell of iron and dust filled her nostrils. It was oddly hot, although she couldn't remember why that was odd. 

 

Suddenly she realized that it was dark because her eyes were closed. She promptly opened them, and then blinked furiously as ash and dust and sand blew in. Once her vision was clear, she stared at the post-apocalyptic scene around her. Blackened and scorched metal pieces lay everywhere. The sky was the color of rust, choked with haze through which pale sunlight filtered. The scene disturbed her, but she wasn't sure why. It was a strange place to wake up in, that was for sure. She blinked again, and decided to get up. 

 

The instant she moved, agony shot through her. It was as if the pain had only been waiting for her to acknowledge it, and it brought with it a sharper clarity. There had been a crash. She was on Korriban. And she was definitely injured. Her head was throbbing. Her right side was trapped under a large sheet of durasteel, probably from the ship's outer hull, though it was impossible to tell for sure. She still wasn't completely sure what had happened, but now that she was more alert, she knew she needed to focus on getting out of this alive. 

 

Summoning her strength, she tried to push against the metal holding her down and almost screamed with pain. Rather not try that again, she thought, panting heavily. Think. How are you going to get out of this? Nothing came to mind, and she cursed the lingering fogginess. There is always a solution. Think, Aziza, think.

 

But there was nothing. The longer she lay there, the more certain she was. The piece of metal holding her down was massive, more than she could lift or move. Her only hope was that someone else had survived the crash and would come looking for her before she died of exposure, starvation, blood loss, or wild animals. 

 

 

Ir vēl viens veids.

 

She almost jumped. There was a voice on the breeze. Or had she imagined it?

 

Jums nav jāmirst. Spēks tevi gaida. Vienkārši aizsniedzieties un izmantojiet to.

 

The language was foreign, but she almost understood the meaning somehow. Like the sound of a far-off symphony, she could catch a few notes here and there. And if the voice was right...

 

She let her head flop back and rest on the ground. Closing her eyes again, she gathered herself, placing her hand against the metal again. 

 

 

Lietojiet sāpes.

 

Not fully understanding what she was doing, she gritted her teeth and pushed. Metal creaked and pain exploded through her, but she refused to quit. She would get out of this. She wasn't going to die here; not now, not like this. She was going to live, kriff it, no matter what the cost. Her muscles trembled, and her vision flickered with dark spots...but suddenly, it was as if a floodgate had opened. Strength coursed through her as her eyes turned solid white. With a blast, the hull piece flew off her, landing in a cloud of dust. 

 

As soon as it had come, the strength vanished, leaving her feeling drained and empty and cold--and with the sudden inescapable knowledge that now, everything had changed. 

 

Caur aizraušanos jūs iegūstat spēku, the voice whispered, and then dissipated completely. 


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With his lightsaber still on and the room dimming as the excitement waned, the woman came more into view. She was pretty for a human. The type of beauty that was more worthy of a prized mistress of a harem than a Mandalorian Princess. But he had known enough Sith females in the past to know better than to underestimate them based on their looks. That was especially true of this one. The way she moved reeked of danger in the way that a sweet smelling poison might be passed off as a perfume until your body lie twitching on the floor.

"...Haven't you heard the saying about curiosity, my dear Kitten?"

Roshan gave her a hard roll of his eyes from underneath his mask. Humans always thought they were so clever, as if they were the first one to come up with such a silly expression or as if he hadn't heard it from literally hundreds of humans. Cathar weren't even cats. It was like telling a monkey joke to a human and snickering. Roshan smiled back at her from underneath his mask.

"Well aren't you a cheeky monkey."

 

"Forgive my manners. I am Lady Sirena. As far as the Holocron, the test was to resist, not touch it. But Master Helios was never one for all the details and preferred his students to play with fire. And don't worry. I'm not part of it, that is, unless you want to get burnt." 

 

Roshan looked knowingly down towards Aliss. She was still beside him but had slumped to one knee and was using her free arm to hold herself up as she leaned forward to catch her breath. That blow from the beast had clearly hurt her fragile humanoid body.

 

"I figured as much. But you'll have to forgive the girl's opprobrium. You know humans. Always monkeying around. She couldn't help herself," he shrugged, speaking in a tone that danced the line between playful and mocking.

 

“That certainly makes me happy to hear...Lady Sirena. This here is Lord Roshan..."

 

Roshan waved casually at the mention.

"We are his children. Sir Aliss… So sorry about that Sir Aliss. Let me help you..."

Aliss pulled away from the shardbot, keeping her head down half out of the embarrassment of being chided and mocked by everyone present and half because she was still angry at the abomination for violently subduing her only moments earlier.

"Leave me alone," she replied sharply. "I'm fine, Soulless."

"And I am Solus, Lady Sirena. Solus the Ascended. And he is Tear..."

 

"If you, Lady Sirena, are not part of the test, then why are you here? Are you a person who uses what Darth Helios calls ‘the wicked flame’? Surely you are some sort of deity, for that energy that crackled from your fingertips was godlike.”  

Roshan sighed. He had taught Solus a bad habit. It was endearing to have Solus think of Lord Roshan as a deity. Perhaps even an appropriate assessment under the circumstances of its ascension. What's more, the evident deity of Lord Roshan had been the basis of his Knights and his Ishvaran cult. But that cult had been made up of ordinary humans and aliens that rarely ran into other Force Users or had people around to teach them how to use the Force. They were primitives easily impressed and easily subdued. Comparing himself to a god or demi-god was simply a force of habit. But now that they were in the midst of a camp of Force sensitive beings, it was like bringing a cave dwelling humanoid to visit some sort of heavenly pantheon.  They were now inevitably bound to stop every two minutes for him to fawn over this deity and that deity and gush over this power and that power and this parlor trick and that parlor trick. She had done nothing to warrant such attention. She can mist around. So fancy. Such a great ability if no one graps a hand-held fan and blows her away. Roshan rolled his eyes.

"Yes. Excuse its ramblings. But Soulless does bring up a very good point. If you are what and who you say you are, why are you here? I have my doubts that Darth Helios simply asked you to stop on by out of the kindness of your heart to drop us by some blue milk and cookies."
 

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Edited by Durose Roshan
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