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[INITIALIZATION AND ARCHIVE RETRIEVAL COMPLETE.]
"A DARK PILGRIMAGE" RECORD 05: DIVISION IN DARKNESS
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Tingel Arm Space
23:00 (Shipboard Time)
[ERROR] / [ERROR] / 870 ABY
"Three years. Three fething years he's kept us on this ship." The relative silence of the three's late walk was broken by their youngest, and and most petulant, member. "We know Dorian, we all lived through them." Horior rolled his eyes as he responded, idly checking to ensure that his blaster rifle was loaded again. It was old, but a bit of care and repair had seen it back to working order. He hoped it would work enough for their mission. "Just saying, three years and no sign of a new home for us! There are still other Sith out there, why does he keep us locked up in here away from it all? He's hiding something." Dorian muttered under his breath, flicking the safety of his blaster pistol on and off. "He's a Sith. They're all hiding something." The leader of the three finally spoke, the older Zygerrian shooting a glare back at his two companions to keep them quiet. His gaze then turned forward, his hand gripping the hilt of his vibroblade, as they carefully made their way down the hall towards their destination.
All three of them had to keep up some degree of stealth, given their goal. Not only was their target adept at combat and restless on his own, patrols of his precious Blooded were still out and about. If they were caught this close to their High Priest's chamber as armed as they would, it wouldn't be hard to guess their intent. Finally they arrived at the door, Horior stepping forward to begin slicing into the door controls. Dorian clicked the safety off his weapon and kept it off, his finger hovering just off the trigger as his eyes met the Zygerrian's. Kackavar had been the mastermind of this whole plan, it only made sense that he lead the way inside once the door was open. Soon enough Horior gave the two a nod and stepped back to allow Kackavar to approach the door and open it.
The door silently opened, the Zygerrian leading the way inside with his vibroblade at the ready. The dark room greeted them and gave them all a small shiver from the cold, the only light still on being a red glass pyramid on a desk that emitted a gentle yet persistent glow. The eyes of the three landed on the bed at the back of the room, and they all felt the same dread as it lay empty and open. "What? But I saw him come back here after the party!" Dorian trudged forward before any of his companions could react, barely reaching halfway towards the bed before a panel in the ceiling fell down and the young man was subsequently pulled up into the ceiling. "Dorian!" Horior raised his blaster rifle and aimed into the hole, but his attempt to move forward was blocked by Kackavar. "Let go of m-AGHH-" The quick silence followed by a dropped blaster pistol brought fear to both the remaining men. Horior shared a glance with Kackavar as he took a step back. "Don't."
"We never should have come here, we should've just left when we had the chance. This was foolish...I'm sorry." The Zygerrian's eyes widened as his ally backed out of the room, turning and sprinting back down the hall. "Horior!" By the time he made it to the door after him he heard the rifle shoot followed by a bloodcurdling scream from his friend. Kackavar stood in the doorway, looking down at his own hands in shame and fear before a noise behind him got his attention.
He turned to see Alisteri drop from the ceiling, unmasked and seemingly wiping something from his mouth as if he had just had a meal. The Zygerrian let out an angered growl and brought up his weapon, glaring into the yellow gaze of the High Priest. "So, you decided to try and sneak into my room and kill me in my sleep? How...quant." The calm tone of the Sith radiated dread with every word, an evident anger laced into it. "Drop the fething act. You just murdered one of your own, and another was caught by your little monsters." A small bit of satisfaction rose as he saw anger flash across the Sith's gaze.
"They decided to go against me and my family, my cult. They were no longer anything to me but threats, just like you." His breathing grew haggard as the Sith began to slowly approach him, like a predator towards prey. "I see now...I should've left you to die at the hands of Vulcanus back on Zygerria..." With a roar he charged forward and took a swing at the Sith, intent on severing his head from his torso with one swing.
His eyes widened, but that was all that he had the time to react to, as he heard the sound of a lightsaber activating and felt something burn and pierce through his chest.
Tingel Arm Space
12:00 (Shipboard Time)
[ERROR] / [ERROR] / 870 ABY
Captain Skep Klar looked out into the depths of space from his spot on the bridge, his gaze flickering to the morning crew as they worked on their tasks diligently. Some were nursing a hangover, others were still waking up from a long night, and even more were operating as usual. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment, but his moment of rest was broken as the door to the bridge slid open.
"You sent for me Captain?" The masked Sith strode onto the bridge, returning a couple of the bows that the more devout bridge crew gave him as he made his way towards the Zygerrian captain. The captain sighed and turned to face Alisteri, opening his eyes to stare into the emotionless mask. "Yes. I wanted to ask about an opening of the port side airlock in the middle of the night, using your access code." His trained eye noticed how the man stiffened slightly, like a child getting caught in an act, before the relaxed stance returned to him as he shrugged. "Had to get rid of some...unwanted and undesirable waste after the party last night. My Blooded needed access to properly dispose of it all." Alisteri's tone was nonchalant and cordial, causing the steady gaze of the Zygerrian to narrow into a slight glare.
"Is that so? I thought you had assigned Krios and his brothers to that task, given that they had consumed a third of the alcohol before the celebrations had even begun." Now that caught the Sith off guard, a noticable tension returning to Alisteri as he thought up an excuse for a moment. "Well they passed out halfway through the cleanup." He spoke with a wave of his hand as if to brush off the concern of the captain. His attempt didn't work as Captain Skep stepped closer to the High Priest and leaned forward slightly to whisper in his ear. "I do not appreciate being lied to Mr. Haxim. The next time you wish to dispose of dissidents in a quiet manner, delete the camera feed footage." He could tell that the Sith pondered his words for a moment before nodding.
With his point made clear, the Zygerrian stepped back and looked back into the space before them. "My apologies for the confusion then, please return to your normal activities." Alisteri nodded and gave the captain a slight bow. "Not a problem at all captain, I do so enjoy our chats." The Sith didn't overstay his welcome, quickly making his way off of the bridge after waving to the rest of the crew. He sighed in relief as the door to the bridge slid closed behind him. "I'm getting sloppy, evidently..."
Tingel Arm Space
12:20 (Shipboard Time)
[ERROR] / [ERROR] / 870 ABY
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