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Maena. Perth knew little of the planet. Foremost was the fact that it was volcanic. And the small amount that wasn’t a wasteland of magma was a range of inactive volcano.
She knew it was populated, but the total sum of citizens was the size of a small city on most planets — not that she was here to meet people. Rather she was here to meet one person in particular.
Onley Xiangu had encouraged her to come here. For a while she wondered if he would become her Master — or rather her latest Master, for she’d had a few. Sith were the most common in her development and many had disappointed her. Not that she’d fared much better in the First Order, where only one Knight of Ren had shown any interest in developing her. Talon Ren had shown her how to wield a saber and she was thankful for that — but she’d learned nothing about dark-sided magic and that was what she yearned.
Most of what she understood was self-taught, either from the library she’d found from the notes in the old book she’d found in Darth Bane’s old mansion. There were no special secrets in the book, just lists of places or people or organisations. Some were straightforward and others were encoded.
And one such puzzle had led her to a planet — for that was all she was able to decipher from the clue, and there she had met Onley. Was that foretold by whoever made the notes? She doubted it and planned to return to the planet one day to continue her exploration. But for now, she’d taken the advice of the tattoo’ed man and sought an audience with his mother. For she was apparently well versed in dark-sided magic.
So she landed her ship at the designated coordinates and quickly disembarked. She was greeted with the view of offices — not the usual meeting place for Force users, who seemed to prefer temples or historic venues. But it was irrelevant to her where they met, it was knowledge she sought and she would give whatever was required to achieve it. And she had questions too — like how to use tattoos imbued with the Force.
She glanced down at the prosthetic arm that was in place of her own flesh and blood — the price she paid for acquiring her sabers and passing what she felt was a rite of passage. In her opinion it was not an expensive trade — she’d gladly do whatever it took to develop her understanding and power. For she had knowledge greater than her ability to wield it and needed guidance not from an enthusiastic amateur, but an expert.
And she now presented herself to someone the galaxy considered as such, following a droid escortto what appeared to be a suite of offices, where she presumed she would meet Matsu Xiangu.
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Posted 03 August 2017 - 08:36 AM
To the untrained eye, there was little to set Perth from the average galactic citizen. Her eyes were different — the lack of pigment in her irises a little disconcerting if you sought direct eye contact, but this feature spoke nothing of the person she was.
Her clothes were dark and nondescript, her overall appearance clean and tidy without being in any way seeking attention. Nor did her looks suggest she shunned the limelight — she was simply another humanoid in a galaxy full of them.
But if you knew what to look for, there were signs that she was not typical, and certainly not average. Her gait and carriage spoke of a military upbringing and her casual glances suggested she sized up the room on a regular basis, checking out exits, potential threats as well as opportunities.
Her lost limb was not precisely typical — but the replacement was functional, as opposed to ornate. One day she might get around to replacing it with a synthetic prosthetic, but for now, the functional but ugly robotic version served her well.
Never judge a book by its cover. Which could no doubt be said of the woman Perth was introduced to. And the young dark-sider never considered making snap judgements about trappings of success (or otherwise). The building was more than functional, it had a style — modern, crisp, clean. Maybe that was an indication of her host’s personality. Only time would tell.
Her host remained seated when Perth entered the room — although she appeared to give young woman her attention. Although with powerful dark-siders, you never knew how much of that attention you really wanted.
Perth approached the desk and remained composed and quiet. They both knew who each other was, and up to a point why Perth was here. All that remained was for the Atrisian to begin the conversation and — like a true warrior — Perth would identify where the path was leading…who promised what and most importantly, what the price of success and failure might be.
Perth sat as requested, a small smile playing across her lips as she nodded her acquiescence. It was a friendly gesture, no malice or playfulness intended. It seemed the polite thing to do. Perth was rarely subservient, but she knew what manners were appropriate for the situation.
And then the woman spoke and Perth allowed words and potential meanings to sink in before she responded.
“Thank you for seeing me.” There were those manners again. “I am a warrior and was part of the army back on my home world. But I found the Force. Or perhaps it found me? Regardless, I seek to learn.”
“I have knowledge. Not great by your standards I suspect.” This was no flattery but a simple expression of what Perth perceived to be a fact. “And it outweighs my control and by some way my power. I have learned things that are wonderful, but strip me of my energy in a matter of seconds.”
“You see my development is based upon self-teaching, but that only takes you so far. I seek the secrets of dark-sided magic. I believe I have a natural affinity. And I am prepared to pay the price of exercising the powerful rituals of the dark side.”
“Illusions interest me and I was inspired by your son to begin to investigate the potential of using tattoos to facilitate this aspect of sorcery. Practical markings that come to life in the mind of those I wish to influence. But more than that.” Her eyes flashed a sulphuric yellow as she spoke, the excitement in her voice subconsciously calling on the dark side. “I wish them to inflict real pain on others, to have a physical as well as mental manifestation.”
“Of course, this is just a wish. If it is to become a reality or remain a whim I believe will be down to you. If you are prepared to accept me as an apprentice.”
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Perth knew her place. The power that her host was exuding was palpable to the young dark-sider but by the same token, she knew she was not invited here just to be toyed with. If Matsu wanted her dead…well, she’d have expired already. Perhaps the training might kill her, but that would not be the intention but merely an unfortunate side-effect. And for Perth a fatal one.
So she treated her host not as an equal, but as someone who she should respect, be wary of — but not be outright frightened of. That would be counter-productive and would hinder her development. So she paid full attention and minded her manners — as a soldier would to a superior officer, and in particular one that had earned their rank.
And she listened now, her head cocked slightly to one side as she took in both the words and the meaning. The conversation went in a direction she had not expected — Matsu’s son had said little of his mother, or her methods. But given the young Force-user had sacrificed a limb just because it seemed the right thing to do at the time, she was no stranger to the concept of making a sacrifice. Because the offer was unexpected, Perth gave it a thorough consideration before responding.
“Loyalty I grant unequivocally. Respect for your instructions is similarly given freely. I shall act in your interests for as long as I am your apprentice. I anticipate gaining from this situation and understand it is only right for you to do so too. So I accept these terms.”
Matsu then moved and Perth followed her with her eyes. And once she had heard her task — perhaps a test or initiation event — she closed her eyes momentarily and spoke carefully.
“My knowledge is based on various teachings I have come across as I have travelled the galaxy. But in terms of illusions I have sought out the work of Naga Sadow. I know he used technology and talismans but I have neither and rely on Sith magic.”
“I usually project the illusion into the mind of the victim but I suspect that would not work with someone such as you. So I will need to generate a visible, lifelike astral projection. Although my reading on the subject suggests that if you call on the Force, the image will dissipate from your perspective.”
Perth remained seated and ran her eyes up and down Matsu’s form. Replicating from memory relied on an accurate recall, but if she could see the intended object — in this case a person — then she was confident the image would be faultless.
Perth closed her eyes and when they opened, her iris were a deep shade of yellow. She wanted to apply the tip Matsu had offered but her focus was on the illusion and she did not want too many variables to deal with, given the size of the task.
Standing, Perth gestured with her hands. She weaved her ringers in a complex pattern in the air, reaching deeper to connect with the Force. Typically she would enter her victim’s mind at this point — often tapping into subconscious thoughts or memories.
But instead, Perth drew on the power of dark-sided sorcery, and projected an image from her own mind into the space between the two women. The entire process took less than a second.
Initially it was a ghost of an image but within a few moments it became more realistic. It was essentially a mirror image of Matsu — Perth hadn’t looked to make any obvious changes to her look.
"Can you see it?” Perth asked, hoping her trepidation hadn’t transferred into her voice. Perth could view the apparition, but it didn’t mean Matsu would.
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Perth was comforted that her illusion was visible to the Sith Master — at least for a while. It was a difficult thing to work with, especially as she had no formal teacher.
But from what she had read, she believed she had a natural affinity for the dark side — which was not common. She was learning to summon arcane energies and to conjure power. She believed she was destined to become a sorcerer. And she saw it as a future, not as a present. She had some knowledge but appreciated she needed guidance to turn her potential for invoking the spells she had learned into a genuine focus and channel of her power for maximum effect. For she sought to achieve a power beyond the abilities of most dark siders.
And it was not as if she was a complete novice. From ancient texts she had learned to twist and torment the thoughts of weak mortals. She could make them see nightmares as reality and rip their minds apart with little more than a simple thought and a gesture. But her warrior training taught her that honour came from overcoming the strong and not the weak. And for that to happen she needed Matsu and accepted she would have to give something in return.
So she was open to any proposition and knew the woman she now hoped she could call her Master would have a plan. And Perth wanted to be a cog in the machination — however small. “I have nothing pressing in my diary,” she responded, “So I’m ready to roll.”
She was intrigued at what lay ahead. She presumed the Sith Master had pre-planned the journey and suspected it might form part of her ‘audition’ for the role of Apprentice. The young dark sider was willing to jump through as many hoops as possible to gain tutelage from the Altrisian and figured the quicker she was accepted, the faster any training would begin.
“Oh, and will this be a practical trip?” she asked — the curiosity in her voice evident.
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