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Akheron listened carefully as the Shard, Solus his apprentice explained as best he could, just exactly what happened from his perspective. It interested the With Warrior greatly as each detail was explained, each sensation and what his apprentice saw as well as himself briefly. It appeared that the rumours about the Dark Mother, said to exist alongside the Fanged God in symbiosis was perhaps very real. And if that was the case it eluded to the fact that the Temple Of The Spider also existed. A assassin guild of sorts that served the Sith. He noted how he was drawing, erratic almost for a moment, something he would need to keep a eye on.

 

A smile crept across his face and in the force he somehow knew it was all true. Solus was the key to finding it, he knew that much and so decided to speak.

 

"Very interesting my apprentice, you need not worry, your apprenticeship is not in jeapardy. In fact you are close to it's completion... just a few more steps remain.  As for what you have told me, it appears perhaps the rumours are indeed true. And I agree, this is no coincidence...where the Darkness of the force and the Fanged God are involved, it never is. Your description matches similar accounts through the years of instances with this Dark Mother or so they say. 

 

They say that if one follows the visions, to the source...and find something called the Temple Of The Spider, great power can be unlocked. Abilities others could only Envy, skills of the Sith Assassin, that are highly specialised. In light of this you have leave to explore it further in your spare time. Inform me of any developments made, we shall explore this mystery together you and I. Perhaps then we might found the truth to what has transpired. Until then, you may meditate until our arrival at Falleen.

 

I wish to show you something once there. Until then, I wish you good luck my apprentice and remember approach your new task with caution, lest we uncover the wrong stone."

 

He soon departed, he would process what he had heard later, for now Falleen awaited.

 

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Soon enough and they arrived. Exiting hyperspace, Akheron was now sat in his command chair, looking at the world he had once helped to conquer. A world that became his. A world that had become one part of his kingdom, his base of power. Since he had left months ago Falleen had become a hive of activity. Below many Ziggurats designed after those on Korriban bore a mix of both cultures, Falleen and Sith had sprung up. Temples that served as places of worship to the Fanged God and Darkness of the force.

 

Sacrifices were abundant within.

 

In the streets Linnorms, Elite Falleen troops trained by Sith officers and experts from across the galaxy, honed into machines of war patrolled the streets. Indoctrinated into Clan Brasganu as children, these loyal, pheromone possessing and mind trick resistant people were the future Akheron thought. Or one part of it. A way to counter the Jedi. The normal people went about uninterrupted, so long as they behaved, those that didn't were soon brought before what was a court of sorts. One that was weighed in favour of the prosecution.

 

One where the common person rarely won and often resulted in a death sentence for anyone sentenced within. They had no choice but to obey, for the children were at stake.Yet they had a chance at redemption. Inside a grand combat arena, built to test the skills of the Linnorms and weed out the weak. Factories dotted the landscape, production lines of war where everyone was involved in some manner building, modifying etc of guns and ships of various kinds. Building the tools needed for the Linnorms and the Sith in the wars throughout the galaxy. Around the cities, trenches lay and bunkers. Heavy fortified positions built to repel invaders with the deadliest of force. 

 

Above various ships dotted the sky, shuttles and starfighters flowed from the surface to above with impunity. Mines and space based defensive installations lined the atmosphere. Only allowed traffic got through. Akheron was hailed instantly and after verification was given access, below a welcome party was prepared. Their commander was home.

 

A escort was sent above to bring the three Sith to the surface.

 

Akheron commed his apprentice.

 

"Come to the command deck, I have something to show you my apprentice, before our descent to the surface. We have arrived."

 

 

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The Eternus was quickly flanked by a Falleen fighter escort as it broke hyperspace trailing after the Linworm-laden craft of the other Sith. There was little to fear, as a bastion of Lord Akheron, some level of display was expected and on my civilized worlds port authority escorts of some manner were standard procedure. 
 

The spirit of Inmortos was tied to the body contained in the stone sarcophagus. Even so, it inhabited the undead pilot who silently followed the directions relayed over the radio as the yacht began it’s gentle descent to the planet. Coming to a landing, the craft sat, sealed and devoid of movement and motion. The only detectable lifeform aboard wad that of the terrified lizardling.

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Eventually, Solus emerged from his room, chassis moving much more smoothly and swiftly then before. A decent charge, a time of meditation, and Solus seemed to be better. A glance back into the room would have revealed that his picture on the wall still existed, but such matters could be dealt with later. With a few sighs, Solus set off to find his Master, Tear at the Shard’s side. 

 

Solus took a look out of one of the windows at the planet below. Even from this high up, Solus could tell a lot of work was being done to the planet since he had last been here. The shard couldn’t help but muse at how much time had passed since he came to Falleen for the first time. 

 

“Think  about it Tear…” Solus commented, patting the hound once, who growled in return. “Last time we were here, I had pledged myself to the teachings of my master. I had no idea what was in store, of what powers I was going to unlock, nor where I was going to go. And now, here I am again, with the same mindset.” 

 

Solus gave a chuckle. “And that is perfectly fine by me. After all, without some confusion of what the future holds, what excitement would there be? When I was just a crystal in that cave, every moment was the same. Nothing changed. Just eternity bleeding from one moment to the next. Yes Tear, I much prefer this chaos then the peace of that cave.”

 

Eventually, Solus found his way to Akheron on the command deck. With a slight bow, lightsaber in hand, Solus greeted his teacher and mentor and instructor. 

 

“Faleen looks better than I remember it master. To think I how envious i was of the Kingdom Innmortos had when you still had this jewel ” 

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Akheron laughed a little as Solus entered and spoke. Speaking of his Envy for this world being in Akheron's hands, something he had no intention of changing. He replied, motioning with a arm to come forwards, and stand next to him as they bore witness to a rare sight...a gathering of the full nomad fleet of Clan Brasganu. They would all refuel here before they all went together to Naboo and battle beyond that.

 

"Yes my apprentice...Falleen is a rare jewel indeed, one I intend to keep in our hands. It has still much untapped potential, I have only scratched the surface. Regardless the new Falleen Linnorms raised here shall pose a more significant challenge to all our enemies. Their pheromones, and resistance to techniques of the force upon the mind will make them a force not to be underestimated. 

 

Behold Solus, we witness before us a rare treat indeed. It is a gathering. One of all of Clan Brasganu, the nomad fleet is to join together for the Nar Shadda offensive, it is not often the House Of Dragons meets like this, maybe once every few years at most, they cannot recall the last. This is what I wished to show you, to witness this event for yourself, the full might of what you are part of. To share in our unity. We shall go below shortly, you may help me inspect the improvements and troops before we depart for the meeting to begin en-route back to Naboo. Where all the Sith forces are gathering to rally for the fight ahead. It shall be a glorious moment for the Clan. To show our worthiness before the Fanged God and to the Dark Lady. We cannot afford to fail.

 

Come, a ship awaits. We shall join Krath Inmortos below."

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Solus listened with interest all of the benefits his master listed about using Faleen troops. While he had studied a little of how organics functioned, some of the more specific things like pheromones eluded him  a bit. And the idea of this gathering being a rare event, was exciting to say the least. In his Shard, Solus could hear some of the chants the Linnorms would be sounding. The sweet, barbaric music that they would sing into battle. It was enough to make his own wires sing with life. 
On the ride down to the planet, Solus couldn’t help but comment. 


“Might I suggest, master, some kind of ceremony for the necromancer? I think something violent and bloody would not only be a good way for the men to be introduced to his power, but also a way to get their own blood singing with power. Plus, with the recent event on his planet, he might enjoy being featured in some ritual dedicated to the Fanged God. Perhaps you and a Master of Hides could indoctrinate him fully into the faith, with him slaughtering a Sithspawn like some kind of cow on an altar?”


Even as they approached the planet below, drums could be heard banging. The mem in charge of the instruments were putting their souls into the music. Even without words, the sound spoke volumes. A storm was brewing. 
 

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Akheron turned to face Solus as he spoke, holding himself steady as the ship that took them down below to the surface rocked backwards and forwards. As the turbulence of entry impacted the ship and the escorts guarded the descent.

 

"I already have something in mind, my apprentice. For as with everyone who is inducted, they must be inducted the proper way...one the Fanged God would approve of and favour. We must convince Krath Inmortos to be branded, a sign of devotion and commitment, for the branding of flesh even upon a necromancer is a true test of loyalty, one that involves both fire, violence and the trance of drums. Especially if they are adverse to such actions under usual circumstances. You have yet to receive such a mark, such a ceremony, something we will likewise remedy while we have such a chance. A true induction to the Clan, one which the Linnorms will truly respect."

 

With that he fell silent for the remainder of the journey until the shuttle landed and the hatch opened. When they landed, they were met by a row of troops each neatly lined up and in formation, ready to greet their commander. As Akheron exited and walked each held their rifles criss-crossed in a arch over the two Sith. Saluting each, Akheron moved between motioning Solus to follow before they met the officer in charge as behind them the troops lowered the rifles and departed back into the formations and usual patrols.

 

Akheron followed the officer, as he explained what has been happening since his departure. Brought up to date, Akheron was pleased with the progress. Turning to Solus he spoke as the officer was sent to retrieve Inmortos, in his true body for the ritual in the temple.

 

"Things seem to be proceeding as I planned here, some day you will command such a place and people. As with all Sith. But for now, see what can be accomplished. Come the temple awaits and the ritual of joining, let us make your position official along with Krath Inmortos."

 

Walking to the temple, once inside the atmosphere from outside changed. Inside it was a serious matter, the Linnorms banged drums in rythm as sacrifices were made in honour to the Fanged God. But these were small compared to what was to come. They sat chanting around a circle where Solus and Inmortos would kneel before the representation of the Fanged God and the Darkness. One entwined with the other. Each Sith was encouraged to sit. It would be where they would be covered in the runes of old by the Master Of Hides, tattoos that would connect each deeper with the Darkness and the Fanged God they now would serve. Even if part droid, the Shard would feel the change upon his very soul as the runes etched into the metal. All would bare witness and invoke the Fanged God's power. Through flame, drums and violence they would join.

 

It would be the Master Of Hides who officiated but Akheron as a Lord-Captain would oversee it. Joining in the chants of the Linnorms and bowing, kneeling in reverence to what was occurring. For this was a sacred and deep held rite of passage for any wishing to join Clan Brasganu. The House Of Dragons held the ritual of joining as important. It was to be respected. Akheron waited until Inmortos would appear before they begun proper.

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Upon being summoned, the singular mobile corpse, possessed by the spirit of Inmortos himself, rose to greet the emissary. His empty soulless eyes stared blanky as he nodded to the summons to the great temple. From within the ship the great stone sarcophagus rose carried by repulsors. It lumbered down the ramp where it was met by the singular possessed undead. Placing his hand atop the sealed funerary box they followed the emissary towards and into the temple, a trail of frozen ground and frigid air in it’s wake.

 

Inside the towered temple the drums resounded off everything.  At the steps before the altar, the undead servant and  mineral crate came to a halt. Raising his hunched head, the undead vessel brought his cold empty gaze unto the Master of Hides. “The unholy Father’s will be done upon us all.” he hissed through broken teeth.

 

The beastly being’s eyes rolled back in his head as a look of pain and anguish came over his face. Slumping onto the stairs, the lifeless body gave way to the spirit of the necromancer. It burst from the undead’s mouth into the air, only a quasi-visible wraith that shrieked as it swirled about the temple sapping energy in it’s wake before it dove into the massive stone cover and into the dead body of the Lich-King. Exploding upwards, the lid scraped against the crate and slammed into the floor with a sickening crack. In an icy plume of fog, the skeletal master of Aaris III rose, his boney hands grasping the edges of his coffin. Pulling himself upwards, Inmortos’ booted feet touched the smooth floor of the temple, splays of ice  arcing across the floor where they contacted.

 

Raising himself up from his hunched swarthed form, Inmortos stood straight as darkness and the force-torn veil of Aaris III’s desolation rolled from his form in icy plumes of fog, connected by the icy diadem that glistened from beneath the inky black mawed hood of Inmortos’ cowl.  “The Father of Dust awaits each of us. Even the great dragon will be consumed in the end.” Calling his heavy cane to himself, Inmortos leaned upon it, a heavy weight that seemed to contrast the man’s slim robed form. The weight of what they had done on Aaris III connected to where they stood now across the cosmos. Inmortos stood as the font of the devastation, cold and lifeless.

 

Slowly, the necromancer moved up the stairs, one step at a time. Each tap of his cane resounded with ripples in the force, the touch of doom. At the top of the dias, with creaking bones and popping joints, the god-king knelt before the different visages of The Fanged God. He was not a dragon. No, he was in kinship with a different aspect of the darkness, an eternal aspect, the inevitable entropy and decay of the entire cosmos.

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Solus’ spirit rose with the ceremony that had begun. The gathering of people simply made his soul want to jump and move. The rhythm of the drums had almost an intoxicating effect on the Shard. This was a family that he had not known before, and this was a tradition this family performed. 


As the runes were drawn on his metal chassis, Solus’ mind flashed to the eternity before ascension. The emptiness that he had experienced. How far away that seemed to be. True it may have been only two years ago, but for a being who was still getting used to the passage of time, it felt like a lifetime ago. And all that emptiness had been brought on by those who couldn’t tolerate him. Who couldn’t integrate him. His, for lack of a better term, biological family that had cast him out. Now he was with a much better family. One that saw his abilities and usefulness. 


Even the necromancer, Solus mentally noted as Innmortos rose out of his coffin like the undead thing he was. True, the humanoid thing still unnerved the Shard, and Solus still envied that Innmortos was able to massacre his own planet. But Innmortos was also joining this family. Personal beliefs about how undeath was cheating the Fanged God’s meal set aside the fact that Akheron respected him as an equal and not a lesser or superior spoke levels. 


Still, the aura the from you is unnerving… Solus thought to himself, still kneeling a step now behind Innmortos before the Fanged God. There was no question who was superior for now. Still, one was named the Dragon, and the other was an aspect of the Father of Dust. In time, Solus felt like the two timeless beings would see who was truly the superior one and who was the one that would be buried permanently first. 


Solus didn’t say anything.  He simply allowed the music to take over and continue to let his spirit rise. The voices were not here at the moment. There were no distractions. It was just him, his master the Lord of Rage, and the necromancer. And the Fanged God. 
 

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Akheron closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the atmosphere of the temple. It was a sight rarely seen. A crescendo of arcane and ancient chants spoken by the priests as the Linnorms likewise chanted, banging what looked like battle drums in rythm to the beat and their feet as they pounded the floor to the beat of the room. He noted how even the necromancer seemed to pay some kind of reverence to the situation and likewise the same for his apprentice.

 

The Master Of Hides began, speaking out.

 

"We here today bare witness to the joining of two others. Two who have accepted the truth of the Darkness and the Fanged God. Two who have chosen to accept the Fanged God as truth. The truth that is the Fanged God is that which gifted us the knowledge of the Dark Side of the Force....the Darkness while simultaneously being a sentient entity that has always been in existence, in the shadows of the galaxy, manipulating events within the universe. The truth that such a power cannot be comprehended as a single creature by our limited minds, so must be viewed as a series of aspects that together make up the whole of the Fanged God as we know him.

 

Take from the chalice before you, filled with the blood of a thousand victims sacrificed to the Fanged God's honour and saturated with his power. Drink and enter the trance of Joining. Pass through the trance of Joining and accept The Dragon, The Robed Master, The Maimed Beast, The Father Of Dust and finally the Golden Slave as part of you. It shall strengthen your connection to the Darkness and the Fanged God, and earn his favour through the runes applied. By drinking you show your devotion and loyalty to both the House Of Dragons and the Fanged God that you now accept as part of you. 

 

Drink and be welcomed as a equal among the Clan. And always remember, Death Remembers All."

 

All in the room shouted "Death Remembers All!" the Clan motto, including Akheron. He knew they had nothing to fear from it, for he had gone through a similar experience when he first was initiated into the Clan.

 

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Incling his head to the offered chalice, Inmortos lifless eyes gazed up at the master-of-hides. It was a cold gaze that seemed to sap the strength from the officiant of the ceremony. Reqching up, Inmortos’ skeletal hands grasped the silvered ornate goblet.
 

Drinking deeply, the sorcerer could taste the lost lives within the liquid, their accursed deaths as sacrifices to the Fanged God. They were now sacrifices to him.  The vileness of the act, the dark side of the force, touched the nevromancer deeply, pricking his connection to his ziggarauted throne swirled in desolation on Aaris III.  The depravity of the Fanged God mixed abd mingled with the hideousness of the God-King as the blood ran down his chin and leaked from a variety of holes in his body until it soaked his black robes and dripped unto the icy floor beneath Inmortos’ feet.

 

The darkside swirled through the room, slowing only as it pssed the frozen aura of the cryomancer. Voices of the dead, voices of the Fanged God’s aspects, whispered in cursed tongues to any ear that was attuned to the force. Inmortos knew the power of the blood, the power of blood spilled during profane force-imbdued ritual, the power of life forces freed from their mortal bounds, the power of desth itself.  “Death. Remembers all.” the Lich hissed on a cloud of frozen breath into the cold air as he turned to regard Solus. His eyes bulged from his head where white patches of skull and peeling bits of flesh mingled with the blood about his mouth. “And Death,” his vlice lowered to barely a whisper, “is my friend.”

 

As the ritual came to an end, Inmortos slowly rose to his feet, his joints cracking and popping as he leaned on his cane. The sacrifices one endured for ultimate power.

 

Descending the stairs, Inmortos tegained his sarcophagus. A great wind rattled the temple hall lifting the heavy lid and set it back atop the coffin, sealing the necromancer inside. The crumpled body of Inmortos’ servant rose from where it had collapsed on the floor, it’s body and bones twisted in painful and unnatural angles. Flopping his head forward, the servant’s eyes rolled forward again, possessed by the spirit of the necromancer. “To my ship.”

 

The body lumbered along guiding the repulsor-carried coffin back to the luxury craft of the god-king. A small troop of linnorms from the EMBRACE OF DARKNESS following along. As the stone coffin slowly ascended the ramp of the ETERNUS. “Tell the crew to prepare for the arrival of their new commander, the god-king Inmortos.” The dead servant garggled before he too turned and lumbered up the ascending ramp of the ETERNUS, disappearing into the cold black maw within.

 

The linnorms returned to their own transport and escorted the ETERNUS towards the looming Sion Heavy Escort Carrier EMBRACE OF DARKNESS. The shadowy ship blackened out the stars behind it, her red lights blinking a constellation all their own, a constellation that signaled certain doom. Into the shadows of the cruiser, the linnorm escort and the Eternus moved; docking within the main hangar, surrounded by aggressive Acklay Interceptors.

 

An icy presence filled the hangar causing the soldiers and engineers within to recoil. It seemed to draw the energy from the room as if the vacuum of the cosmos beyond the barrier was hungering. The hiss of the boarding ramp lowering let loose plumes of icy fog, respunding with a loud gong as it touched the deck. Out of thenrolling clouds of icy air, a dark apparation materialized, the visage of death itself. Inmortos, lord-captain, god-king, lich, necromancer, cryomancer, Sith now laid claim to this vessel as his own. His robes rippled on an unseen icy wind as he glode through the halls of the ship. Frost climbed the walls and coated the floors in his passing, sealing doors and dimming lights. Entering the bridge, all eyes turned to the dark being. He was not like those who had come before him. These were a band of pirates, had been for generations, dedicated to a dark and violent religion. It was a religion that this black-robes thing now embodied, a vision of it that they rarely spoke of. No longer were they led by a warrior. No, now they were born upon the tide of mystic energies and invisible prophecies.

 

Work ground to a halt ad the warriors and crewmen of the EMBRACE cast judgement upon their new leader. Inmortos felt it too. He might have undergone the ritual and been inducted into their ranks; but he was not a warrior with holos of his triumphs to glory over, nor did his body exude power and fear beneath bristling arms, armor, and muscle. To gaze on Inmortos was uninpressive save for the aura of cold death that spawned from beneath his robes. Word of Aaris III had made it’s way amongst the ranks, but to the pirating linnorms, even those who had walked the surface and engaged in the slaughter, the power of Inmortos seemed unbelievable. Without proof, confirmation of what they had heard in whispers, they would never respect Inmortos. These were men of action and action was what they required.  A sorcerer might be useful in a quandary; but in battle these crewmen desired a warrior.  
 

The Master of Iron, he who had overseen the ship up until this point approached the doorway where Inmortos stood. It was tradition amongst the Clan that anyone could make a challenge for leadership. He would not stnad to take orders from such a weak-looking bag of bones, no matter his unsettling aura.

 

Letting a spiked chain fall from his armored arm, it drug along the deck of the bridge sending up a shower of sparks in the dimly lit room. “A challenge,” he growled, raising his arm, confident that this would be an easy kill and he would retain his position of leadership. The massive chain erupted into the air as the Master of Iron began to spin it about over his head. With each pass it seemed to vibrate the air with a dull low ‘whum. whum. whum.’

 

Inmortos eyes surveyed the crew. It was clear they had no doubt that their newly appointed lord-captain would be short-lived and quickly forgotten. Raising a single twisted skeletal hand, Inmortos pointed a single bony finger at the approachibg muscle-bound armored linnorm. The diadem within the inky shadows of his cowl sparked blue for an instant as a great wind came up within the bridge. It tossed datapads and toppled chairs. Anything that was not secured or belted down was at risk of beibg ripped from it’s place. Consoles sparked at the changes in pressure. Pointing his finger to the approaching warrior, the winds grasped the massive chain and brought it down. In an instant, the momentum of the weapon was turned against it’s owner. Hurled at superhuman speeds the chain wrapped itself about the man, it’s spiked tendrils embedding in his flesh as it choked the life outnof him, his blood spilling to the deck plating. Grasping at the chain, the Master of Iron stumbled backwards trying to free himself from his own tool as he fell back with a clang against the floor.

 

The winds died in an instant. The stillness in the room was filled with sparking showers of energy thst poured from damaged lines and consoles and the anguished growls of the Master of Iron as he struggled in front of everyone. Inmortos stood still, his eyes hidden in shadow watching the former leader. “I am Krath Inmortos.” he spoke, his cold voice resounding with power about the bridge. “Scourge of Aaris III. God-king. Immortal. Master of death.  Sith Lord. And now, Lord-Captain of this ship. Serve me and know that unlimited power is at your fingertips.” The glare of his eyes sapped the power from the linnorm on the ground until he lay there, gasping for air. 
 

Icy frost encrusted the downed linnorm until he was encased within a cocoon of life-ending ice, smothering the man to death. Stepping forward, Inmortos sat in the now vacated command chair. “Prepare for out jump to hyperspace. He who proves himself in battle against our enemies by bringing me the most souls shall be made my new Master of Iron.”

 

In an instant, the bridge burst back to life. Crewmen, sailors, soldiers, and linnorms aline leapt into action. Soon the bridge was returned to 100% efficiency and the dead warrior removed, his soul drawn from his body by Inmortos in front of all; a testament to his power over life and death.

 

And with that, Inmortos ruled the ship.

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“Death Remembers All” Solus repeated as he focused on the liquid. Calling through the Force, Solus reached forward and pulled several droplets from the chalice and pulled it towards himself. With a quick opening of his face plates, the droplets went into the chassis and fell onto the crystalline Shard to be absorbed. It wasn’t as supernaturally charged as the liquid that Solus had bathed in on Aaris thankfully. Solus wasn’t sure he could deal with another experience so soon, still recovering mentally and spiritually. 


Still, it was charged. Solus could feel that in the Impossible Geometries. The darker shapes that swirled amongst the lively ones, the life essences of multiple beings mixed together like some primordial soup, all of it Solus could see and feel. 


Solus focused on the necromancer as the being spoke. The subtle flex of the decaying corpse did not go unnoticed. Solus was very tempted at that moment to say something back. To comment on how the necromancer looked closer to death then anyone, or that death had just cconsumed his own world like it was nothing, but the memories of Akheron torturing the shard in front of the other Sith made Solus think twice on that.  He dare not insult the Lord of Rage by messing with either ritual or ceremony


Even as the coffin of the necromancer was taken away, Solus kept his focus on the images of the Fanged God and the Darkness. The Fanged God was imposing as usual, but the darkness was especially more visually deadly. Something about it's unknowable nature. Its power beyond comprehension. The Fanged God was a little easier to understand. It was defined. It’s powers, as great and vast as it was, were known. True, in the end all would die, but what awaited in the darkness with the Fanged God…its servants, its minions, or even its leftovers… these things were unknown. 


And that in of itself, made Solus nervous. He was used to the void. And yet, something there awaited him. He had heard it on Aaris. And he had heard it in his meditations. The Dark Mother perhaps. The Temple of the Spider…


Solus’s entire chassis shook at the thought of that spider-like thing he had encountered when making his blade. That Font he had witnessed. That was an unknown that was terrifying his spirit even now. 


“My Master”  Solus bowed his head as he approached Akheron, descending the stairs. “I believe that went rather well” 

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Akheron nodded, pleased with the result and with the fact that he had been personally responsible for convincing the necromancer to join the ranks of Clan Brasganu. He had no doubt the new Father Of Dust would be a valuable asset in the future, his web of alliances and influence was growing. Turning to Solus he spoke.

 

"Indeed it did go well, I am glad the necromancer saw reason and joined the Clan. He shall be a most valuable asset in the future, I am certain of it. You did well yourself my apprentice as well, the Linnorms shall now truly respect you as one of their own, as a equal. At least for now. I think it is time you likewise moved up in the Clan, at least in regards to your service to myself. My Master Of Iron has been in need of replacement, since they perished upon Naboo but I had yet to find one worthy. You see during your journey with me it was not just to train you but to test you. To see if you truly serve the Fanged God. Now I know this is true,and as my apprentice...heir to my power, I would name you my Master Of Iron if you would want it.

 

In this position your authority would be considerable, however it comes with much more responsibility than a Linnorm or other positions. You shall be my lieutenant, responsible for the ship's armory. This new position of authority shall entail the issue of weapons, overseeing the ship's battle-readiness, and managing the drills and training of the Linnorms aboard. Use what I have taught you and indoctrinate and train them in the Sith ways and the ways of the Fanged God accordingly. Always ensure that the ship and its crew are ready to fight at a moment's notice. In the event of my dying outside of a proper challenge, you shall assume my role as Lord-Captain by default, though be aware and cautious. For even should this happen you may still be challenged for the position if none agree to you leading. It shall be up to you to prove you are worthy if that is the case through combat. Given this do you accept this prestigious offer? I shall allow you the journey to Naboo to consider it. For now, as practice...assist with the inspection of the new Linnorms. See that they are battle worthy, after that we shall depart with the rest of the fleet."

 

With that he vacated the temple, motioning the Shard to follow. Soon enough and Akheron stood before a large group of battle lines, all ready for inspection with the officers at the front and their infantry troops behind them. Going along, uniforms, weapons and military discipline were scrutinized. He hoped Solus was likewise doing the same the other way, until all were inspected. He had leave to treat any lack of decorum, discipline and misstep with extreme prejudice.

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Solus was at first speechless. He had not been expecting such a promotion nor a show of confidence in his own skill. Not that it wasn’t overdue, but surprising all the same. 

 

I..I…” Solus began to stammer a bit, pieces of static interrupted his speech as his shard brain comprehended this new positon. It was not just a position of honor after all. It had responsibilities. The other Linnorms would depend on him. He would be official and in charge. He would be more then just a warrior or dragon. He would be a leader. 

 

He would have respect and power.

 

“Yes my master!” Solus replied, a bit over enthusiastically. 

 

The inspection started off uneventfully. Most of the Linnorms had been trained well after all. But one caught the Shard’s eye. 

 

One of the lower ranks carried a different weapon compared to everyone else. A small sidearm, almost unnoticeable to a careless eye. Solus didn’t stop at the soldier right away but continued to pretend to analyze the others with his master. The soldier was a younger, but tall green-skinned Falleen. A fresh indoctrinated soul. He was perfectly still. Rigid even. Like he had been prepared for this his entire life. 

 

Solus debated internally. Was this a test? Was he overthinking this? Was Akheron seeing if the Shard was too strict? Or was this a legit concern? That weapon did not belong there…

 

Solus stopped and turned from Akheron abruptly and made his way back to the Falleen. His path was direct and with visible purpose. Something was off. Why was a lowly Linnorm carrying a weapon like a disruptor pistol? 

 

The answer became clear when the soldier broke rank. He shoved another soldier aside and pulled the pistol out and aimed it at the approaching Shard. He had been found out. He needed to carry out his mission, suicidal as it was. The invaders would pay. They would die for the burning of their leader. 

The Falleen looked completely surprised when the pistol flew out from his hands into Solus’ outstretched hand. 

 

The next few moments passed slowly. The Falleen, not willing to give up, reached into his armor to pull out a grenade. The others around him were shocked and still reaching for their own weapons. They weren’t expecting a fight here. 

 

Instinct took over. His master’s training showed through as the Dragon surged forward in Force-fueled speed. Practically a blur, Solus had dropped the gun and reached forward with his skeletal-shaped hand. 

 

The Falleen dropped the grenade harmlessly as he screamed in pain and then went limp. Blood splattered around the two as the Shard’s comp link drove itself into brown brain matter. Like pulling data from a computer, Solus pulled the Falleen’s memories before dropping the body to the floor. 

 

"Whoah...i...death...burning..." 

 

Solus raised a blood covered hand to his head where his Shard self was hidden and stumbled back.  To any human, it appeared that he had a sudden migrane.  A moment later he regained his composure. 

 

“Master, it seems he was alone. At least, I think. One of the royal’s great nephews I think? Yes, i see that man, yes yes yes, they were related…” 

 

Solus shook his entire body, then focused on the Linnorms. They had started to break rank a bit, curious at what had just happened. 

 

“At Attention!” Solus screeched, his speaker almost blaring, followed by a high pitched scream, loud enough to make a Tukata flinch. The Linnorms instantly obeyed. 

 

“I believe they are ready, Master” Solus said, pulling his scomp link back into his arm and facing Akheron. True, he wasn’t a professional soldier, but Solus had picked up enough from his Master as well as Innmortos to know how to instill a sense of fear to those below him.  
 

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Akheron observed, moving along his own row of troops, inspecting. Yet even then, just like his apprentice, he could feel in the Darkness of the Force that something just wasn't quite right. A twinge alerted him to the fact he was about to be attacked, as such his hand went reflexively towards his lightsaber, however he found he had no further need to act. The Shard had dealt with the matter swiftly and lethally, using all his training so far. It brought a smile, appearing to affirm his choice.

 

Turning to Solus he spoke

 

"So it appears... good work my apprentice, you are becoming a great Sith. Soon all will tremble before your blade. It seems not all were willing to forgive or forget and reject the gifts the Fanged God offers, we shall send a message to those who would dare defy us. Inform Commander Torah Valkor over there to remove this scum, have the body delivered to Krath Inmortos ship, have him tell the necromancer we send a special gift. A body and soul of royal blood to use as he wishes. He wished death upon us but now he shall neither die nor be truly alive...a fitting punishment would you not agree. Also inform him to investigate this matter further, we need no interruptions to our plans and we can't afford to take any chances. Any resistance must be dealt with accordingly.

 

After this meet me aboard the flagship and we shall then proceed to the rally point above Naboo with the rest of the Sith fleet."

 

With that he gave a respectful bow before departing for a shuttle, satisfied with the inspection. Soon aboard he waited for his apprentice, as he did he had the crew put in the co-ordinates, ready for when they departed along with the necromancer alongside them.

 

 

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Solus bowed at his master’s command and set out to do the task. Pulling a few Linnorms aside, he got the body hoisted onto a hovercart and moved, its bleeding head finally stopping its flow of brain matter, and sought out Commander Torah Valkor.

 

However, Solus did add something to what Akheron ordered. In addition to using the body as Innmortos saw fit, as well as investigating the matter further, Solus had to add his own touch. 

 

“Commander, remember these words exactly. I am especially eager for his investigation and what the necromancer turns up specifically with the body. I, Solus, am interested, not just the Lord of Rage. After all, I want to see what a true master of Darkness can discover beyond what I, a mere apprentice, found out”

 

If he could, Solus would have smiled. A taunt was a taunt though. If the necromancer couldn’t find anything new, then Solus would be considered superior. 

 

“And tell him to investigate the name… Bel Xatuun” Solus conjured the name up from the absorbed memories. There was a lot there to siphon through, but this name seemed to hold importance. “Yes Bel Xatuun. Remember to tell him that exactly. Now get going!”

 

With that done, Solus returned to his master. He was eager to get a move on. Naboo no doubt had changed a great deal since he was last there. And there was a battle was in the near future, which meant death. And death meant feeding the Fanged God. 

 

Plus, Tear would be getting ravenous for some fresh meat from a battlefield. 

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Soon enough and Solus had returned, signalling all was ready. Looking to the ship crew Akheron ordered all into a state of readiness as the engines powered up, with the supplies restocked and the weaponry rearmed the fleet was ready for its next challenge. Only this time the fleet was far larger than before as a result of the other Lord-Captain's ships joining with Akheron and Inmortos. 

 

Giving the signal to depart, the fleet finally entered hyperspace and to Naboo to whatever fate awaited there. They would discuss the strategy en-route.

 

((Next stop Naboo.))

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Even as the ship docked with a mooring tower, Kirlocca leaned into a viewport to really observe the city. Tarvo himself seemed half focused on observing the surrounding area as he piloted the ship into the secure tower. As the ship slowly powered down, the Jedi Master took in a deep breath and allowed for his eyes to close as he reached out into the Force to see what sort of reasoning brought him here. The entire planet felt warm with spikes of coldness all over. The spikes seemed more concentrated as opposed to being spread out. Tarvo's voice seemed to echo within his own ears as he spoke. "Have you ever been to this planet before?" The question struck him as odd. Not because it was odd to ask, but more because of the fact that he had in fact in his long Jedi life, never been to the planet before. 

 

<< I can honestly say no. Although I have heard plenty about the Yellow District and the horrible conditions workers had to endure. >> 

 

He had kept his eyes closed as he spoke, but slowly opened them as he finished. The engines had fully powered down by this point, but the inside of the ship was greeted by the constant sound of rain. He slowly reached down and placed his hand upon where his lightsaber hilt hung. Granted, it wasn't his as he never build one upon his return to life that fateful day. The overwhelming feeling of wanting to tear up due to the memories of Raven overtook him suddenly. As he closed his own eyes again and fought back tears, he became aware of the fact that Tarvo had placed his hand upon his back, as the Imperial Officer was slowly picking up the cues of grief with the Wookiee. Choosing to sit with him in the moment, he let a minute pass before speaking rather softly. 

 

"We pay the docking fees below. I'll head down and let you gather yourself. I'll wait down for you." All Kirlocca could do was nod his head in response. He suddenly allowed for tears to fall from his eyes, as he just couldn't hold them in any longer. Images of her flooded his mind and took over beyond any logical point of reason. Even though he knew she was apart of the Force, his training and everything he knew told him she was not fully gone from him, they failed him in this instance. He wondered why her of all people he knew that died was the one who broke him. He also wondered why no one else he knew trained in the Jedi ways was ever affected as much as he was. 

 

He didn't know how long he was up there processing emotions, or how long Tarvo was waiting for him, as the Imperial officer never truly complained when he finally did walk out of the turbolift of the mooring tower. As he approached him, the rain was still coming down over the city, which offered up Kirlocca to pull the hood of his robe over his head and gave a slight nod to Tarvo and only a single sentence uttered. 

 

<< I hate water. >> 

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The chanting had turned from the staccato shouting of joy and worship into rhythmic a deep and guttural thing. So deep the sound of the voices that their very meaning had been lost. How long had they been chanting there? A month? How long had it been since they had word of the mighty fleet? How long had it been since countless brothers, sisters, fathers, and mothers went to gruesome death? And still they chanted to their fanged god, calling him from the depths of utter darkness. Laying worship and veneration on him, even as the ashes of their families filled the orbital planes of Nar Shaddaa. 

 

The knife came down once, cutting through tender green skin, carving through bone and tissue as another sacrifice was offered before the alter. Another young life snuffed out in a cult to a being long dead. 

 

We call to thee master. We call to your mighty throne. We call to thee Dragon. Rise and consume us. 

 

The chanting took a hash tone as the sacrificial victim struggled against her bonds, as bone knife brought forth a storm of blood to course upon the already soaked alter. 

 

CONSUME US

 

And with a crack that shook the world, their god answered

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Kirlocca and Tarvo began to slowly venture into the city, the rain coming down made his cloak damp rather quickly despite the lack of a heavy downfall. They passed a few spots here and there that seemed rather busy, but decided to keep moving. Tarvo kept taking looks at the Jedi Master as if he was expecting for the group to slow down and enter one of the establishments they had passed. As the two passed by two more, Tarvo couldn't hold it in any longer. "We came here based upon a suspicion or gut feeling you had... But we seem to be walking aimlessly...?" Kirlocca slowed the two down before turning to face the officer. 

 

<< Never enter the more crowded and populated areas. You don't hear things as well, nor are people as talkative as the smaller shops. Those are where the alcohol flows more freely and lips become far more revealing. >> 

 

Tarvo let out a sigh, but one of understanding. He realized that the Wookiee was looking for information, and only such information would come from a cantina that couldn't afford bouncers, so patrons got drunk more quicker than those at more crowded areas. "So maybe that one over there?" The officer pointed to a very run down looking shop, where a local was passed out to the side of the door. Kirlocca gave a nod and lead the other towards the cantina. Upon entering, the aroma of heavy alcohol was almost enough to get the most basic person drunk. The Wookiee just stood in the door frame for a moment before fully walking in and finding a booth to sit at. When both sat down, the Jedi Master and Tarvo ordered drinks and looked around. Tarvo leaned in. "So what now?"

 

<< We wait and enjoy our drinks until we hear something. >>

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The nondescript shuttle shuddered slightly as it regained real space high above the planet Falleen. That was not what alerted Leena to their arrival though. No, the long ride here had been spent reading dossiers, meditating, and training with @Basi. When the ship regained real space, Leena felt it almost immediately, a crushing wave of darkness, of pain, sacrifice, fear, and anguish. They radiated from the entire world. It was almost suffocating.
 

Leena waived off the probe as she sunk into her seat grabbing her chest. The drill was over. Basi could take off the vision-obscuring helmet and stow the training saber. It would need hidden well before they landed. Leena exhaled deeply and waved her apprentice over. “Can you feel it Basi? The dark side is strong here.” Closing her eyes, Leena inhaled, allowing the goodness of her fellow travelers, the faint light of the world below that squeezed between the cracks, to flood her soul and in a moment banish the darkness away; driving it back. Extending her hand, Leena pushed it not just away from her, out of her soul, but shed light on all of them within the hold, @Sandy Sarna, @Keenava Dira, Basi, all of them.

 

Offering her characteristic smile to her apprentice she offered, “keep the light alive within. Before we land, take your crystal, let it draw full of the light. Even in the darkness, it will serve as a reminder, an anchor point of light in the shadow.” Leena looked at the others. Their pilot was beginning to follow procedure. Even now, the order that overshadowed the sins of the Sith remained strong here. It would take some time, probably an inspection depending on how destitute these holdouts were after the fall of their empire, their overlords, but they’d still land within the hour.

 

”Have you ever been here before?” Leena asked Keeneva as she looked the former Sith over, regaled in new gear. “Nice boots,” she mumbled with a wink and some recognition. “A friend of mine had a pair just like that.” Looking up at Sandy, she queried, “Sooooo the last dark side nest I visited we collapsed into the ground after the guardian trees tried to kill us. Definitely getting a sense of deja vu about that planet. Has anyone ever been to Byss?” She asked reminiscing about her most recent fiasco of adventure alongside @Zeris Mons and @Tilt07 . Bringing herself back to the moment she looked at Sandy, “You’re probably better at these sort of things than I am. What first?”

 

Outside, the landing gear of the ship creaked as they touched down in their assigned parking spot, Docking Bay 47A2.

 

Pulling her hood up, Leena smiled at the others. “Gotta look serious. People don’t smile in a place like this.”

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     A deep ocean of darkness lay beneath and around them. The warmth and convenience of slipping into something familiar were there. But she’d been away too long. The warmth threatened to burn, and the convenience was coated with piercing barbs.

 

     She was different now. It wasn’t a posture that she could just shift out of. Every step deeper into the darkness was nothing but surrender. It was releasing every choice she had and justifying weakness. But now, the darkness could only take her to the edge. It could only teeter her on the razor. She knew what lay on the other side. She knew the saccharine temptation. And she knew exactly what waited for her if she fell...

 

She knew the mantra well:

  Peace is a lie; there is only passionfalse

Denying peace in favor of passion blinds you to balance and serenity.

 

  Through passion, I gain strengtha lie

While passion can create strength in the short term, it is only through understanding compassion and controlling your chaos that you can achieve anything resembling true strength.

 

  Through strength, I gain powerthe biggest lie

Just because you have strength, it doesn’t mean you have power. And power is overrated. Power begets needless bloodshed and struggle. It is a temporary satiation for a glutinous soul.

 

  Through power, I gain victory - no

Victory over what? You’re a pawn for the dark side. You are a pebble in the river. You are constantly chasing the goal while life continues to move the goalpost. It’s never ending.

 

  Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall set me freeironic

Through altering the fabric of the force, you’ve tied a noose around your neck. Breaking from the peace to gain some scrap of passion and power will only have you chasing that high like a death stick addict.

 

     Keenava felt the comfortable cling of her new clothes and smiled a little to herself. She kept her saber and other goodies stowed away where she could get to them later. It would not behoove her to bring a lightsaber hilt—let alone two of them—to a planet of the Sith while they were trying to stay incognito.

 

     "Oh! That reminds me." Keenava shuffled through her pockets and pulled out a note. "It came with something else, but considering we’re trying to be inconspicuous, I figured it would be too loud to bring with us. I found these with the boots, and I think they were meant for you."

 

     Keenava chuckled a little at Leena’s response. “Don’t look too serious, or they’ll think you’re hiding something. In fact, the more inconspicuous you try to look, the more obvious you’ll be. Don't go judging people with your eyes. But, if you can, just act normal. The more you look like someone who belongs here, the less people will question it.” 

 

     Keenava adjusted her jumpsuit a little, saddled a newly acquired slugthrower into a hip holster, and followed behind Leena. “Just a tip from an old Assassin master of mine.” Keenava said, taking care to keep her voice at an inside volume without leaning or hiding her face.

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The drinks both Kirlocca and Karvo got were complete opposites of the spectrum. The Wookiee got a favorite of his people, Garrmorl, while the imperial officer choose to instead go with the very common Jet Juice. In all honesty, the Jedi Master was surprised to even see the drink offered on the planet, as only more heavily frequented planets carried such a drink. Many of the patrons within the cantina were the local Falleen species, mixed a few assortment of others. There seemed to be more smugglers and spacers at this one, which told the Jedi Master that he picked the right location. He was more fascinated by the mix and atmosphere of the place that when Karvo put his bottle down in a weird fashion, it drew not only his eyes, but a few others. "So, how long do we wait. I've never truly done field work before..." The Wookiee eyed him for a moment and took in the fact that his common clothes were relatively clean, hinting that maybe he wasn't the typical pilot or traveler. It drew the eyes from a Falleen and Rodian in a booth not too far from them. 

 

<< Word of advice, never take the rookies in. >>

 

Kirlocca lifted his glass towards them and took a drink before leaning in to Karvo. He allowed for his voice to be a bit more stern. 

 

<< Relax and act natural. The more you stress or worry, the more likely to draw unwanted eyes. >>

 

He then leaned back in the booth and looked down at his drink. He knew the young man was worried, both because of the recent reputation of the planet and the recovering state the Jedi he traveled with was in. There was a small sense within Kirlocca that maybe he was endangering the man, but he felt like he had to trust his senses if he was to help himself in his journey of grief over Raven. Karvo seemed to accept the words and looked down at his own drink. "I'm just worried, that's all. You said two minutes ago that you didn't feel the tremor in the ground..." He then looked up, both the man and the Wookiee locked eyes. "... I would have assumed even in the Force you could have felt it..." He did have a point, one that Kirlocca wasn't too keen on flat out accepting just yet. 

 

<< Follow my advice for blending in, but keep a sharp eye... You may be right in having to be worried about me. But until we know for sure, let's rely upon my own experiences in this case. >>

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Tendrils of the dark side seemed to reach to nearly every falleen native, echoing strongly in those that carried amulets of white bone. The symbol of the serpent etched in crimson staring at any wandering eye. For the Sith may have gone out of the Galaxy, but their scions were very much in power on the serpent world. 

 

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“How exotic.” 

 

The Cantina’s waitress gave the bartender a bitter look, and he raised his eyebrow. 


“You know the process. See what he is up to, the bosses want to know of anything suspicious.” 

 

She glowered at him, took a gulp of water from the stand and with a thin green scaled hand, adjusted her white and very low cut outfit to show more of her body. Perhaps for more tips, and more open mouths the serpent would hear of, then walked the short and crowded space to where Kirlocca and his friend were sitting. She took a breath and let her natural Falleen pheromones dust the area around them as she sat the two ordered drinks beside Tarvo and the Wookiee.

 

“Gentlemen! Your drinks.” 

 

She gave them as genuine a smile a young woman could give. 

 

“What brings you to our humble bar?”  

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On 12/11/2022 at 10:16 PM, Leena Kil said:

Leena waived off the probe as she sunk into her seat grabbing her chest. The drill was over. Basi could take off the vision-obscuring helmet and stow the training saber. It would need hidden well before they landed. Leena exhaled deeply and waved her apprentice over. “Can you feel it Basi? The dark side is strong here.” Closing her eyes, Leena inhaled, allowing the goodness of her fellow travelers, the faint light of the world below that squeezed between the cracks, to flood her soul and in a moment banish the darkness away; driving it back.

Basi had spent the ride training, meditating, listening and learning. His mind reeling as it so often did however when training with the saber and developing his form and technique he was at peace, calm and tranquility even. Upon entering orbit he did remove the vision obscuring gear and turned off the training saber handing it back to be put away. Closing his eyes inhaling deeply and focusing, a few moments later his eyes snapped open and he shuddered as if struggling with something. "Yes Master I do feel it, the dark side...it's so thick I'm almost choking on it." 

 

Basi let that light wash over him feeling the warmth he sighed happily, smiling back at Leena he nodded to her. "Yes Master as you say." With that he focused letting the light fill the crystal and when it was glowing he gave a soft smile and stowed it away. Looking between the other three he waited a moment before responding. "Been to Byss no I can't say I have. As far as looking serious that's not a problem for me, I was a soldier after all, well a fighter pilot the demeanor is relatively the same." With his small piece spoken Basi shook his head trying to clear away the memories of his time in the cockpit, dog fights and the death and destruction he'd seen. This did however cause his facial features to grow serious as he looked to Sandy and awaited their instructions. He gave his gear one last once over making sure the broken lightsaber hilt was hidden under his leather jacket and his blaster was ready to go and holstered upon his hip.

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Kirlocca never looked up, he could smell something off of the Falleen who handed them their drinks. It wasn't a strong scent by any standards, but it reminded him of something that he couldn't put his finger on. Nor did he feel comforted by the smell either. He quickly pulled his drink in to inhale the alcohol a bit before responding. 

 

<< Job hunting. >> 

 

Karvo, who seemed to be more distracted by the Falleen and doing his best to act natural in the situation kept smiling at the girl, while fumbling around with his drink. He spoke up to add to the conversation. "So long as the pay is good."  The comment got the Jedi Master to lift his head. The man before him, all dressed in brown and black garments looked the roll far more than how he spoke. To help make sure that the roles they were in undercover were locked, he spoke as quickly as he could after Karvo. 

 

<< The pay is irrelevant. Pirating along Randon Run is no longer profitable. Having to abandon the crew was hard enough. >>

 

He now turned his heads towards the Falleen to look at her as he spoke. 

 

<< Muscle for hire at this point. >>

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The force was strong on this world, its dark hue battering against each of her senses as she strode down the boarding ramp onto the dark duracrete landing pad. Even the smell of the world was off, as if an evil was clinging to each molecule of oxygen. Clawing its way down her throat with every breath. Furtive gazes looked up from datapads as the pedestrians and techs did their utmost to not be seen. An oppression could be felt from their every action. Minds closed off from the outside worlds in fear and submission. 

 

She glanced back at the group behind her. Her whisper carrying only as far as their ears. 

 

“Remember, if we show ourselves as Jedi, and that includes calling each other ‘master’ we are likely already dead. Let us find a place to stay the night, and a place to base our operations out of.” 

 

She let her eyelids flutter closed as she tentatively reached out into the force, it was only for a moment, and she could feel a dim presence she had not felt in many years. A comforting presence, even if wracked by grief. She could not put her mind directly on the presence, and quickly withdrew behind her own silent mask. Blending into their surroundings as they walked towards the market square. There would be information to be found there. 

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Eying the folded note, Leena gave an appreciative nod to @Keenava Dira before tucking it away. If it was what she thought, this was not the time or place to read it and dwell on the past. Finding @Basi ready to go, she patted him on the shoulder, “Well, Dexter,” it was the first name she could think of, “time to head out. Remember my name is,” she paused for a second before spouting the first remotely Mon Cal name she could think of, “Jesmin.”

 

Stepping out into the misty rain, it immediately started to cling to her heavy robe. What a miserable place. The dark side seemed to permeate the very air. Without constant focus, Leena felt it lapping at the edges of her mind. She shot a sidelong glance at her apprentice. She’d need to keep an eye on him to be sure. This was not something she would normally want to send initiated apprentices into. Heck. She’d prefer not to be here either. Hopefully soon enough they could purge the world of this taint. 
 

Nodding silently at @Sandy Sarna’s comment they trudged onward. Leena was careful to not make eye contact. She felt like a foreigner here. Probably looked it too; not many fish-folk made it to this part of the galaxy, especially not under Sith rule. She could feel the pain, the oppression. It radiated from everywhere. 
 

As they moved, the rainfall seemed to only steadily increase, driving all but those with no place to go or absolute need from the street. It would probably do them well to not stick out any further than their eclectic group already may. Pointing at the dingiest cantina in sight a few blocks down, Leena picked up the pace until they pushed pst the worn door. Inside was only slightly better than out by the lack of liquid falling from the sky. It was replaced by the near-insta-intoxicating auras of alcohol that seemed to have seeped into the very structure alongside the darkness. It was rundown and the weather outside seemed to have driven more than a few folks indoors. Staff would be busy enough tending to the sudden onslaught. “See if they have some rooms we can rent for a few days Dex,” she jerked a thumb towards the bar, “I’m going to wander a bit.”
 

Sliding between several wet patrons, Leena squeezed deeper into the rundown den of iniquity. A pair of none-too-thrilled scantily clad dancers did their best to plaster smiles on their pained faces as they gyrated to some unfamiliar techno-tune at one end of the hall. Leena shook her head sadly, turning away from the sight. Rectifying such a situation now might compromise the entire thing. As she turned, Leena caught the tail end of a voice that sounded rather familiar. A conversation on piracy and looking for work. Glancing up, a gleam of recognition flickered in Leena’s eye as she did her best to suppress a smile. Shuffling over, the Mon Cal interrupted, her voice slower than usual, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible.

 

“Then it might be time for something more . . . rewarding,” Leena interjected herself between the barmaid, @Wookiee Jedi, and his companion. From within her robes, Leena produced a single small glimmering stone, an unidentified but expertly hewn gem to the uninformed, a Jedi healing crystal to those in the know. Even here in the darkness of a dingy cantina on Falleen it almost seemed to sparkle with an unnatural aura. “We’re looking for some muscle. Wookiees’d do well. Plenty more of that, if you live through it.” Leena raised a discerning eyebrow playfully at Kirlocca. She knew the former Jedi Master. Hopefully he would recognize the healer too. She’d seen enough battlefield post ops in the galaxy.

 

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She reached a hand out to touch the cloaked stranger’s arm, as if to feel the taught muscles that might be hidden there. The Masters were always looking for the willing, the strong, and the confident. She flashed her pretty smile. 

 

“Muscle is alw-” 

 

But a fish faced Mon Calamari stepped rudely between them. Carrying a brilliant gem, and one that was very obviously imported and very obviously expensive. Both were rarities on this world, and alongside the Mon Calamari she also saw three others, equally as cloaked, foreign and obviously right from the star port. She raised a well painted eyebrow and breathed again. Letting off a bit more pheromone than she was used to dusting. Maybe it was nervousness, or maybe it was the odd feeling that was creeping up the back of her neck. She flashed a smile to cover it.

 

“Oh more friends? We do have a larger booth available in the private back quarters if you would wish it. Though any transactions and contracts signed will have to pay the master’s toll.” 

 

She referred to the heavy tax thrown upon non sanctioned contracts which had at one point helped pay for the grand armada before its destruction. And pointed a thumb behind her to the ugly looking man who tended the bar, and the equally ugly poster of the red eyed serpant that perched over the taps. She eyed the new comers.

 

“What will you be having to drink?”

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Keenava looked curiously at the group as they all put on serious faces, but surrendered the concern as they pushed on. It wasn’t her mission. It wasn’t her call.

 

They stuck out, though, as she knew they would.

 

This world was a den of hedonism, with or without intention. Pleasure was the language, pleasure was the currency, and pheromones were almost more common than air. Look too serious, and people will think you’re up to something. Look too innocent, and people will see you as an easy mark; she had an uncomfortable amount of experience in that arena. So Keenava adopted an aloof expression, carefully scanning their surroundings with her eyes, taking note of easy access points, escape routes, and choke points all without moving her head. She was reluctant to use the Force to do so and instead leaned on her mundane senses. The dark whispers were thick. And even if she could resist, it was unwise to probe where unwanted ears could be listening.

 

When they reached the main thoroughfare, Keenava was struck with a sensory explosion. It was thick here. The smell of sin was languid and ever-present. Every moment they pushed further was a moment of time threatening to consume them. The rain didn’t help. The smell of sweat and pheromones wasn’t easily washed from the masses as they continued onward. But to them, it was normal. Keenava felt a mild physical reaction as heat rushed to her cheeks, but muffled the bulk of her reaction with a small cough.

 

And, if that wasn’t enough, it was heavier in the cantina. The bar was an isolated space, so the pheromones had nowhere to go. They were swept into the ventilation system and recycled, creating a continuous air of want and need. Keenava did everything she could to isolatebut she’s right thereh-her feelings and stop them fromyou and her shared a moment. I wonder how far you could gooverwhelming her other senses.

 

Keenava’s gaze hovered over Sandy briefly after she took a deep, sobering breath. She bit the inside of her mouth and let the pain distract her. It was important not to let yourbut you two are very similar. You’re very close. Imagine her scarred handsbaser desires control you. The phantom sensation of calluses skimming the top of her skin gave her gooseflesh and sent chutes of electricity from the base of her lekku down to the tips.

 

Keenava reached up and pinched her right brain tail slightly. The pain was severe, but it was enough to reboot her senses. She shook her head, let the others get a small lead, paused briefly by the dancers, one of which was a beautiful blue Twi’lek, and made some motion with her lekku before falling in-step behind the others. The dancer’s eyes glinted in the dim light of the building, but she continued dancing with her fake smile plastered across her face.

 

The atmosphere was suffocating and familiar. The unwashed faces, the dancers with their illusory masks, and the patrons doing their best to wash away fading contention, placating what little hope they had with promises of quick relief and amber denial.

 

Darkness preyed on desperation and these people were very desperate...

 

Keenava stuck to the back of the group, successfully steeling her thoughts and maintaining her mildly aloof body language despite the murky environment threatening to consume them.

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Kirlocca let his head slowly turn into a grin as the familiar face of Leena Kil, the Mon Calamari healer who worked closely with him on Chandrilia a while back during the Order's efforts to restore the planet after the Crusaders ran through it. They in fact had a small skirmish with some Mandalorians while there. It was only then that something not of the Force alerted him to something. His nose picked up on a stronger scent suddenly, to which reminded him that the Falleen did produce pheromones which made all sexes attract to them. He suddenly became more aware of the dangerous situation they were in. Deciding to continue using the over he had already established for himself, he reached out his hand towards Leena, but addressed the Falleen. 

 

<< Not a friend yet, but anyone who is willing to pay me for my muscle might as well be a friend. Xuurlor is my name. >>

 

He opted to use his father's name, as he was a pirate that operated in the Outer Rim some 6 years ago. While Kirlocca killed him on Nar Shaddaa six years ago, many didn't know of that adventure. They just knew the mad pirate hasn't been seen since then, nor has his ship, Bloody Dragon. It would be his cover for the moment. And until he could get a private moment to talk to Leena, he would not break his character, even for her. As his hand withdrew from shaking Leena's hand, he turned to fully face the Falleen. 

 

<< Please forgive my arrogance, but what is the 'master's toll? >>

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