A Dive into the Past

[Evaelyn Zambrano]

Evaelyn Zambrano's ship touched down on Obredaan. Technically, it wasn't really her ship. It had been someone else's, but no longer. They were gone and so was she, only with slight different meanings of the word. Despite her last name, she didn't have any resources. Anything and everything she did was a product of her own actions. She didn't want to cling to some decadent lineage, bow her head in reverence to have everything handed to her on a silver platter. They didn't need her, she didn't need them. She would make a name for herself. She played with the highest possible stakes. As a wise yet cruel woman had told her; success or death.

What drew Elyn to this planet was one man. The man himself was unimportant, in fact, he was presumably dead. What she cared about was the things he had left behind. She had heard of him, a name mentioned in passing, a whisper of former apprentices who never made it. Upon further inspections, it would appear this one had made it, but then he fell. Once that happened everything was undone. She had asked questions, but only got cold and dismissive answers. The Pale One didn't share her secrets. But Evaelyn was resourceful. She had learned of his temple, she had heard of the knowledge stored there. The juiciest news of all, however, was one Axe of Adas. She wanted it. Maybe it was there, maybe it was not. It was worth a look. Worst case, she'd just snatch all the tomes and books or whatever else had been stored there. The temple ought to be abandoned by now, which came with a benefit Glee Anselm didn't have: she didn't have to share.

Obredaan was full of swamps. Her only point of interest on this floating rock of stink was the temple, but to get there she needed to get past some acidic lake. Knowing this in advance, she had made sure another owner got deprived of his vehicle. Hoping the shields and hull would hold, she set off in the small vessel, sinking deep into the lake and moving it towards the coordinates she had scribbled down. It was time for a treasure hunt

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[Mythos]

Nostalgia... it was treasonous thing, it made a man yearn for the past that held nothing but memories... yet nostalgia was not why Mythos was here in his temple, now abandoned yet always self sustaining due to it's life support systems. He was here alone, the Jar'Kai had training to do, and he had something to grab here, a special tome and a cache of weapons hidden in compartments as well as one peculiar stone slab now broken down into seven pieces... he remembered it.... he thought such information would never concern him but now it did. An ancient stone tablet that depicted those who without the power of the force, without the darkside came into contact with it once more or for the first time... ancient magic... dark and sinister yet at this moment necessary for his plan... He needed to return to power and although it was not a priority it was a necessity.

He passed his palm over the slab beneath the acidic lake, memories of glory as his statue stood immobile in all his glory above as a mockery of what he had become and what he once was. "Old friend... i shall return..." He whispered, his hand grasping his Rudis upon his belt. The axe was not here, it was safe with his wife and son, wherever they may have been at the moment. One thing Mythos had now that he did not have when he mastered the force was a body of stone and rock, muscle tensed in his shoulders and a chest and neck that could lift and open the door before him... he was strong now... strong enough to fight a Valkyr and he had.... and won.

Had he owned his power now, he would have noticed the force signature approaching, but only instinct kept hi in the shadows, the lack of power in the force obligated him to use every single trick Ophidia taught him, move with the shadows, slither and crawl with the wind... be nothing. He was here for weapons, and the tome... he did not expect company, after all... none knew of the people save a select few.

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[Evaelyn Zambrano]

[member="Mythos"]

Evaelyn's vessel finally found the entrance. She had already passed it once. She hadn't noticed then, despite having the coordinates and vague descriptions. It was secluded and well hidden. So when she finally entered breathable air, away from anything acidic, she felt pretty proud of herself. Another challenge passed. Getting here was, after all, the hard part. Right?

The blue-haired Epicanthix-Vahla halfbreed stepped out and moved into the temple. Impressive statues guarding the entrances was the first thing that met her. She wondered who they were of? Probably some ancient Sith Lords of great respect and power, in an effort to borrow their respect and authority in the hopes that some of it would rub off on the temple. Evaelyn knew none of them, and had about as much respect for them as she had for the socks she wore. Nice to have around, but ultimately replaceable.

She wore high black boots that reached to about knee height. Her pants were of a light burgundy colour and hugged her legs tightly. On her torso she wore a grey top, underneath a black jacket. Even though she was actually getting trained, on some level, by a Sith, she had not yet adopted their black robes. She was associated with them, but she was far from being a part of their fanatic religious order. From her belt on either side of her hips hung a weapon; the hilt of a lightsaber and the handle of an axe.

Now that she was in it was time to explore. She was perfectly oblivious to the fact that she was not alone. Evaelyn dove deeper into the temple in search of its secrets. She tried to trace powerful ripples of the Force, imagining the Axe would have left an impression

 

[Mythos]

Mythos knew this place better than even the architects that designed it, he himself oversaw its creation like everything he had built up this moment in his life. The Cortan blade, his lightsabers, the Temple, his frigates... his men. Getting to the hidden armory did not take long at all, a few prototype rifles, blasters and a composite energy bow that never got into production and he was off leaving the more mundane weapons behind. Next stop was the arboreum where the slab he remembered was hidden behind the big exotic trees he had installed... it should all still be untouched and the irrigation system still in place. Stale air puffed as he opened the door through the gladiatorial arena but not before the echo of the entrance door caught his sensitive ear. After all these year next to cannons, blaster rifles, slug throwers and explosions he was blessed to have his hearing and eyesight in tact... not many soldiers did.

Instinctive he slammed his back to the wall, covered himself in shadow and pulled two blasters to his hands and held his breath. Attuning his hearing to the metal floors to test if he truly was alone. It was not a big temple by any means, vibrations and sliding doors could be heard from one side to the other when there were no people or droids in sight and only the humming some systems still activated. He could not be certain, he thought perhaps it was a malfunction or just his mind playing tricks on him but Animus Malgus did not get to still be alive to this day by playing it safe, it was either guns blazing or absolute darkness and nothing in between. Now... he was forced to be the opposite of what he was used to.

He placed one handgun back in the holster and his sack in the floor while reaching in his belt for the monocular that would read thermal, heat and long range readings. A peice of high tech hardware he had since he was an acolyte Mythos peeked around the bend with it at knee level with the cowl of his hood covering the tip of the scope as to not give away his position through the reflection of the mirror at the end. Controlled breaths, temperature adjustments, switch to heat signatures and signal out engines and small organics such as wamp rats and he had it... a heat signature at the entrance of the temple. He still had to focus to confirm it was an organic, but he had a reading now.

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[Evaelyn Zambrano]

[member="Mythos"]

Still she was unaware that she was not alone. Worse than that, now she was being observed. The other had an advantage over her. Would it be enough? Conveniently enough she was headed in his direction. Unaware of armoury, unaware of most rooms, her subconscious did get drawn in the direction of the arboreum. Something in the Force drew her in that direction and she did not resist. Perhaps subtle hints and traces of power resided still, watching over tomes and other artefacts. Evaelyn didn't speculate, she merely moved to find out and see for herself.

She passed dark walls, statues, various rooms. She opened the door to a few, peeking in, but so far she had not found anything near what she was looking for. Evaelyn still drew closer to Mythos, hoping she would reach some sort of library or other room dedicate to the storage of ancient artefacts of power. The Dark Side resonated with this place, but it was a faint whisper, the leftover of what must once have been a strong and defining presence. Decay came to all places, in time.

Finally she would come near the kind of place she was looking for, a grand library. Her head lifted high, scanning the room from top to bottom. She imagined she'd spend most time here, trying to figure out what was worth grabbing and what could be left behind in the dust. Maybe she had to stay for a few days to sort through it all. The thought seemed dreadfully boring, she as an impatient sort. But she didn't imagine she'd come back frequently... Unless she made it into a kind of private hideout, since no one else was using it, or probably even knew about it. Decisions decisions.

 

[Mythos]

Stay in the shadows, move with the breeze of the wind. It was a simple principle, yet right now Mythos moved milliliters of inches in a dark corner while he focused the high tech sensory systems in the thermal option of his monocular scope. After a flew clicks and about a minute he could clearly see the heat signature outline of a rather curvy body heading in his direction. He exploded in movement, yet every step and brash movement was done so silent as the grave. One boot after the other, three leaps, each using the opposite wall as impulse and he reached a durasteel beam abut twenty five feet above his previous position. He decided to observe, any agent of the One Sith that knew of his existance had to be terminated but, if he wasted a Sith operator it would draw even more attention to him unnecessarily.. there was no need to waste an Agent if he or she did not realize he was here... but this indeed made retrieving the slab all the more complicated.

Death needed to be dealt in an instant if necessary, Mythos realized this simple fact as he pulled his bow from his back and switched off it's saftey while slinging an arrow from his pouch, extending the compact arrow, attaching a neuro-toxin dart to the head of the arrow and preparing for the... guest... to pass below him. If she noticed him, if she realized his presence, he would set loose the arrow that would neutralize her, but if he did not apply the necessary anti toxin she would indeed die a very painful death . The Naurotoxin on the arrow was in the form of a needle, upon entering the blood stream the toxin would act a swamp viper sting, the very swamp vipers that crawled in the swamps above them right now. It would give Mythos the time to either kill, or subdue his guest.

His breath was rhythmic, his stance balanced yet strong, still getting accustomed to the style of assassin work that Ophidia had a lifetime to perfect... It was something you needed to hone every day or so Mythos thought.

[member="Evaelyn Zambrano"]​

 

[Evaelyn Zambrano]

[member="Mythos"]

The shadows were moving around her, yet it was invisible to her eyes, inaudible to her ears. All she had was the soft whispers of the Force, warning her of the dangers of this place. Too bad Evaelyn was bad at heeding warnings. Destroy or get destroyed, retreat wasn't really an option. She was a warrior. Something she was starting to learn was the benefit finesse and stealth could be, even to a warrior like her. She had thought herself bruteish, straight-forward and to the point. Yet she was being showed an alternative. It didn't take away from the skill, honour or prestige. It was but another strategy. In the end all that counted was to succeed in one's goals. Leave the obstacles, whoever they may be, rotting in a grave. How they got there is unimportant. All that matters is that they get there and you don't.

Evaelyn was but a learner, however. Acolyte, padawan, apprentice, neophyte. There were those more skilled, better trained. Some had already completed the training she had just begun, from the very same source. The odds were perhaps not in her favour, yet here she was, carrying onwards. She was about to walk through the door, getting into the same room Mythos was in. She stopped, right in the doorway. Something didn't feel right. She couldn't explain it, but something was giving her a sense of unease in her stomach. Evaelyn dismissed it for now and walked in. Her eyes slid slowly from side to side in case some beast still rested here. She saw nothing. Too bad for her she didn't look up.

Evaelyn walked towards the shelves contained all sorts of information. Her hand sliding across its surface, observing it with fascination. She saw something on one of the lower shelves that caught her interest. Elyn leaned forwards and reached down to pick it up, examine it. A datapad. She wasn't sure what it contained, if it was coincidence or the Force that had made her pick up specifically that one... It didn't look like it could be read on its own, but more like a chip inserted into some other device. Now all she needed was a terminal to examine it.

 

[Mythos]

Mythos' primordial assumption was proved true when a blue haired girl walked to him right under the cross-hairs of his bow. His eyes narrowed, tell trained fingers slowly let off tension in the high powered tesla coil with every step the young lady made under him. He got a look at her equipment, her confident walk, nothing detailing her as a sith agent, as an acolyte or knight or the One Sith. The axe in her belt was not... usual... Then she stopped, right under him as Mythos trained the arrow head directly above her and let even more stress off the coil and now it hung on the very tip of his well trained fingers. His entire body tensed... "Don't look up" He thought to himself, biting his lower lip as the tension grew. She did not move, she was right under him... a thousand thought whirled through his mind in the few seconds that seemed like an eternity. "Don't look up"

Excruciating seconds... but then she stepped forward, blue hair bouncing from side to side. The cross-hairs following her into the other room aimed directly to the back of her neck. Mythos exhaled shortly and sharply once she was fully inside the room then wrapped his legs around the durasteel beam and let his body drop head first took look, upside down, into the other room just in time to catch her bending over to pick up a datapad left in the floor. His eyes, not on the datapad, but he noticed the piece of hard ware.

He extended the bow to the floor quietly to balance himself then unhooked his legs and dropped to the floor with alight shuffle and bolted to the shadows arrow and bow still in hand and crosshairs now pointing slightly downwards as he shuffled over to the edge of the walls. Now he began to ask himself, who was she? why was she here? who sent her? did someone send her at all? how did she find this place? who else knew of this place? was she alone? Now that last question unnerved him, was there a squad of troopers behind entering as they spoke, hunting him down because they had caught him in Coruscant or was there perhaps a family member or loved one accompanying her treasure search... a master perhaps? Most importantly... did he need to know? Could he just let her leave, take what she wished and be done with it? He nodded, that seemed like the safest course of action and only if she took the slab would that course of action be out the proverbial window... For now he was a shadow on the wall.... a black breeze of death that only meant doom if one beheld it...

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[Evaelyn Zambrano]

[member="Mythos"]

Fortunately for her, Mythos was not the trigger happy sort. Unfortunately for her, she did not know how close she was to a possible death and had no means of preventing it. As such, she merely continued on as she would have, unaware of the long glances on her. In a moment she thought she heard the rustle of robes, or something similar. But when she turned to look there was nothing there. How strange. Had she been faster, perhaps she would have spotted his acrobatics, but there had been no urgency in her movements. She had felt tense as she entered into the room, but when nothing had happened she had allowed herself to relax. Although it had been nothing, or so she thought, her guard was up again as she was reminded of that sense of unease, a feeling that now lingered.

After turning the corner, she found some kind of terminal. Placing the datapad in it activated. The room bathed in a dim blue light, banishing the nearest shadows and reducing those further away. It was a star map, and Evaelyn found herself standing at the center. It was fascinating, to be able to walk amongst the planets, or at least the holographic representations of them. Most systems and planets were in that same shade of light blue, although there were those in different colours. There were red, signifying fleet positions and fortified walls within what she recognized as the One Sith's sphere of influence. Then there were green worlds, further away. Unrelated to the military intel on the Sith, these contained locations of interest. Planets that had once been considered likely locations for some sources of power, be that artefacts or other.

Evaelyn was turning, walking, looking around, deeply fascinated by the beauty of the galaxy. Her hand touched through a few of the planets. They flickered for a moment, but then they were back to the way they were. In the next moment she would have turned in the direction of Mythos, and given the new lighting in the room she would have spotted him, or he would have believed her to have spotted him. Before she could turn, however, she froze up. In a flash lasting but a moment she saw herself falling to the floor, puncture wound in her neck with the arrow still sticking out. Evaelyn herself lay twitching on the ground, a hand grabbing for her wounded neck. There was nothing she could do. She was dying.

It was not the first vision Evaelyn had ever experienced, but it was by far the most intense and the strongest. When it was over she had goosebumps all over. She had witnessed what she believed to be her own death, right here, in this room. The star map had been on above her. All signs pointed to this moment. To Mythos it might have seemed like she had stopped to ponder something in one moment. Now in the next she quickly spun around, her lightsaber flying into her palm and igniting in the same moment. She held it in a basic guard, allowing its purple light to blend in with the light blue of the hologram. She was not alone.

 

[Mythos]

Mythos watched from the shadows, she appeared to look at him in one point and Mythos was inches from sending the arrow flying but held his calm, focus, a happy trigger finger in covert operations meant death, instant too. When she turned around he bit his lower lip to narrow the discomfort of his tensed arms holding the arrow back. The girl apparently had stumbled into the archives of military logistics of the One Sith, back when he was the emperor of Atrisia, most of those locations were now obsolete and filled with erroneous information yet a lot of the other,more permanent information such as military bases and hardware factories were still currently being used... and highly classified. Out of the blue the girl looked to be frozen, Mythos raised an eyebrow, perhaps she had noticed something she was looking for, had a moment of eureka. Mythos stepped from the edge of where he was so that the needle of his arrow slightly touched the blue light of the stars,only a very trained eye would notice such a microscopic thing...

Suddenly, she ignited her blade and Mythos used ever single drill and training in his entire life to keep composure and not move an inch. Had she noticed him? Did she spot him in the shadows? He noticed the lightsaber just now, cursed himself for not noticing the weapon of a force user sooner. Quickly he deduced that her force senses would have warned her of imminent danger so he did the strategic thing and took the steps back into the darkness, slowly and silently and set his bow back into his back. He needed a distraction, he needed to get her mind off a possible intruder... but how? He set his back to the wall and pulled the two prototype blaster pistols, bulky and rather heavy for pistols and started to scan around for the control panel... it was right across, but the dash to it and the fumbling in it would give him away... he needed to wait for the proper opportunity.

[member="Evaelyn Zambrano"]​

 

[Evaelyn Zambrano]

[member="Mythos"]

Alarm bells were ringing inside of her mind. The purple lightsaber waved slowly from side to side, as if not entirely sure where an attack might come from. It was clear, she hadn't seen him, nor did she know his location. Was this all in her head? Could it be that there wasn't anyone there to begin with? Perhaps. Or perhaps someone was watching, waiting. Someone with ice in their blood. "Come out. I know you're there" she bluffed, hoping to perhaps antagonize whoever was watching her. "I can kill you or just beat you up, your choice. I don't get nicer over time" she was trying to put forward the idea that the sooner he revealed himself the easier she'd go on him. Also a bluff.

Perhaps the being wasn't even sentient. But she had seen an arrow... Primitive? "Do you live here? I'm not here to destroy the place" she tried another approach, thinking it might be some kind of native guardian, left to live in the temple by their master. Though the more she thought about it, the stranger that seemed. Evaelyn hadn't moved from her spot, still trying to figure out where this possible attack was. She still wasn't entirely convinced he even existed. Could the vision have been wrong? Perhaps it wasn't from today, but tomorrow... Or next week. These things were hard to decipher.

Evaelyn had one last plan before she'd drop it, one last experiment. The Force gathered to her, focusing around her open palm. In a sudden move she extended it to send a wide wave forwards. She wasn't sure if anyone would be there. The Force Push was unrefined and kind of wild, in that it contained power but little finesse or containment. Hopefully the outburst would give her a better read of the situation. If not? Well, perhaps she was truly alone. Perhaps the other person wouldn't arrive for another day. Maybe she should plan a trap. Maybe she should get the feth out of there.

 

[Mythos]

Each of them trying to outplay the other. Mythos fought hard to chuckle outloud. He knew for a fact she did not know his position but with her words he knew she realized someone was here. He cursed himself in his mind, a slip up that Ophidia would have scolded with such a cold stare his son would inherit the shivers, yet he did not move. He inched himself back, so that his back was firmly against the wall, the hum of the lightsaber and the purple glow indicated to him that she had not moved a single inch from where she was, meaning if he made the dash to the control panel she would catch him in the act quicker than a pod-racer on dantooine in the last lap. No, he needed to play this right, but now he made the decision that he needed to know who sent her here.. he needed to know if the sith were hunting him, why were they in his temple, why did they send someone here, what were they looking for.... He switched the dart on the arrow from a neurotoxin to a tranquilizer dart. He needed her alive for questioning...

As he did so he could feel the durasteel rumbling under his feet, his eyebrow raised at the pressure of the air compressing behind him and then metal and part were sent flying his way, one of them almost bashing his head in as it hit the edge of the metal all behind him.

He nodded, 'So that's how your are going to play girl?, alright let's play'

in firefights a distraction was the key to victory and he was taught that if his opponent could turn his attention to another secondary threat that is when he would have the opportunity to engage and eliminate. Some of the metalic objects she force pushed his way landed close to him, he took one under his boot and chucked it to his hand while he held the bow pulled with his teeth. It would have to be absolutely perfect...

With his right hand he flicked the metal to his right down the corridor, if she turned to engage or was distracted by the metallic clang he would pop out and stick the tranq right above her knee then another one under the shoulder.

[member="Evaelyn Zambrano"]​

 

[Evaelyn Zambrano]

[member="Mythos"]

The Force sent ripples forwards. Things were ripped out of place, knocked up against the wall behind. So far nothing unexpected. No screams of either surprise or pain. Just metal and rock. A part of her felt disappointed. There must have been more to her vision. Perhaps she ought to meditate on it and figure out. Ugh. She hated meditation. It made her restless. Evaelyn had just about reached the conclusion that she was alone. Her sudden outburst of the Force had been a little reckless. If someone had been there but unaware of her presence, they surely would be aware now. Kark. Maybe that action had made her vision come true, and if she had continued on and minded her own business, she would have been fine? The future was a fickle thing.

Then a loud noise, suddenly and to the side. She had not made that, nor could it have come as a consequence of her Force Push. She had been right! She wasn't alone! Her lightsaber had been on its way down, she had even disignited it. Now it burst back into life. Her guard was back up and Evaelyn turned to face the threat, squaring herself off towards the source of the sound.

In the next moment she felt a small prick, followed shortly thereafter by another. Once in her knee, then another right under her shoulder. "What the.... kark" she said, turning. The angle of the darts had come from an entirely different direction. It dawned on her now how it must've been just a distraction. And what a simple one at that! How could she have been so foolish... Her eyelids were feeling heavy, her mind cloudy. Curses! Was this the moment when she died? She had told no one of this expedition, not even her sister. It wasn't that she had kept it from her, it had just never come up in conversation. And now she'd die, a corpse sealed in an abandoned temple under an acidic lake. No one would look or find her. Kark, kark, kark. Evaelyn waved her lightsaber in the direction from where the darts had been shot, but she knew she was fighting a losing battle now. How she hated those

 

[Mythos]

Mythos exhaled and nodded to himself, two shots and two hits, the tranquilizers were enough to take down a young adult Tuk'ata and would not take long at all to bring the young lady down. He had to be careful. Mythos knew better than most how a cornered and dying animal would fight out of desperation so each move from now to her disarmament and when she was subdued had to be perfect to avoid any permanent injury on either party.... If she was injured severally and managed to return no doubt questions would be asked , questions that would lead back here...

Mythos popped one cap off a gas grenade, a type of tear gas of blue color to land on her feet and two more smoke grenades that did nothing but blow out an exaggerated amount of white smoke to saturate the entire room. He awaited a couple of seconds before he stepped out of the shadows and in that time he covered his head with the black hood of the armor he wore and his mouth covered with a metallic guard to shield against stray blaster bolts or the like.

He strode outside the shadows slowly, one boot after the other like the shadow of doom, a reaper of death who saw one too many battles on his side of the world. As he stepped out he smashed the light switch and plunged the room into darkness only offstet by the hologram of the galaxy the young lady had activated.

His eyes did not scan now, but instead through the visual aid of goggles embedded into the cloak he focused on the blade and image of the intruder of his temple... rudis on his right hand almost unconsciously. Muscle tightened in his back on anticipation, his arms clenched down into fists with every step prepared to compensate for any brash actions yet fully expecting the victim to fall to the floor before he got there. In his back... about forty feet of metallic chord un-slinging slowly to the floor. The tear gas was irritating, but his extensive training with it allowed him to resist it's stinging smell and painful effect to the eyes... it reminded him of basic training in Naboo, the smell... No time for nostalgia now.. he had knots to tie.

[member="Evaelyn Zambrano"]​

 

[Evaelyn Zambrano]

[member="Mythos"]

Her vision was blurring, the room got darker, and she could feel her limbs refusing to behave as she desired. Had she been stronger and more trained in the Force she could perhaps have purged her system and counteracted the effect. But alas, she was not, and so she did not. After another couple of waves with her lightsaber, Evaelyn sunk to her knees. "Cow...ard" It took her a surprising amount of effort to even speak those words, and they were barely audible. The tear gas that followed annoyed her greatly, adding insult to injury. However, she found herself unable to fully experience its effects as the tranquillizers were overpowering everything within her. Within the next moment, Evaelyn slumped to the ground, lightsaber disigniting and clattering against temple floor. She passed out. She never even saw her assailant.

 

[Mythos]

So, the gas was overkill and so was the smoke. Mythos shrugged as he walked to her downed body and with swift movements picked up her lightsaber, searched her for any weapons, identifications and anything else that would be a clear indication of who she was, what she was doing here and who she worked for if anyone. No luck. Mythos sighed, he looked at the pretty axe and smiled inside his mask, it reminded him of his own, the legendary axe of Adas, a weapon second to none in the galaxy in power and destructive energy.. a weapon useless to him now. He did what he had to do right now, he needed to find out everything about this young lady to see if there was truly a hound on his trail.

Speaking of hounds.

Paws began patting behind him, Mythos smiled at his companion. Groom. The Tuk'ata he had raised as a pup since his acolyte hood now made his way to his side as Mythos began tying the girls feet together and slinging the chord through a knot in the ceiling. He made sure to remove her boots and socks, he knew the tricks of footware when it came to escaping, it was painful... but it ensured a hard escape.

"Shes not food.." Mythos said to the hound. In response Groom growled in disappointment. Intelligent creatures, attuned to the force Groom was now more attuned to it than Mythos. Ironic...

"well she could be" Mythos quipped. Groom whipped his tail about happily at the prospect, the hound was always hungry even after eating a damn acklay. Mythos ignited bis blade and cut the chord, then used the rest of it to tie her wrists together masterfully behind her back. He ripped a piece of cloth from his cloak and blinded her eyes, then another cloth for mouth. As soon as everything was in place, he pulled hard on the chord, suspending the girl two feet from the durasteel floor and secured the chord to the railings of the platform. Then... he waited d...

To pass the time, he began searching for the slab he was looking for, it would not be long before he found it...

[member="Evaelyn Zambrano"]

 

[Evaelyn Zambrano]

[member="Mythos"]

All lights were out for the blue-haired beast. There was little she could do as he confiscated her two weapons and tied her up for interrogation, or execution. All the cards were pretty much in his hand. She was not a fan. Elyn was out for a while, what he had hit her with was powerful stuff. When she finally came to, she was met with dizziness and a great sense of discomfort. While disoriented, it didn't take her long to realize that she was all tied up and hanging upside down from the ceiling, head not far from the ground. Definitely not good.

"What the kark" she grunted in protest and enraged confusion, only to discover that her mind had been gagged. The sentence only came out in the shape of muffled noises. She couldn't see anything either. The karker had even blindfolded her. What was he worried about? That she'd see his face? She already knew where they were. Did this mean her attacker didn't plan on killing her? Either way, given how they were introduced she didn't imagine that her assailants intentions were pleasant.

Evaelyn shook, testing the limits of her binds. To her dismay, she discovered that they were all well-made and pretty tight. There were no inches of freedom to be gained for either feet or hands. Kark. Motherfething kath hound.

 

[Mythos]

All Mythos heard was muffle and a growl. The growl was from the Tuk'ata the muffle meant that his guest was finally awake, first thing he thought was the fact that it did not take long at all. He sighed, slamming the metallic drawer in frustration when he found nothing but dust and datapads that were useless to him. He knew the slab was somewhere around this mess but for the life of him he could not remember where... It would have to wait, he needed answers. Before he even spoke, he pulled a a small synthesized square device from his wrist and attached it to his neck, then with the device he began attuning it and making a croaking and hellish metallic and robotic sound with his voice as it changed to one of perhaps a Geonosian or a Nabooian. When it finally clicked and turned green, it was normal yet it sounded nothing like his voice... he could never get used to it.

"You're awake... good."

Mythos slammed one knee into the floor and wrapped his hand around her blue hair whirling it and pulled her face to him, yet did not remove any of her gag or blindfolds. Mythos... hated torture, it was the single most dis-likable thing in the galaxy to him even as a Sith Lord he did not enjoy it in fact he despised it. So... he had devised ways to get around it...

He ignited her lightsaber, the purple light would penetrate even her blindfold and the hum would be absolutely impossible to confuse. Mythos' face was covered, his cloak and mouth guard made him impossible to recognize as he took her blindfold off. "Do you know what it's like... to be impaled, slashed and cut.. with one of these?"

The lightsaber got closer to her face yet his dexterous hand only let the light reflect off her eyes. He brought the lightsaber back and to chest level and removed his cloak revealing a chest marred with scars of battle. "I do..." He stepped up, released his grip on her hair and began pacing around her, lightsaber parallel to her neck and shoulders but never touching her. "Science is an absolutely amazing thing... the surface plasma of a lightsaber blade is hotter that the surface temperature of the sun, when it enters your skin it cauterizes the nerve endings on your body and the receptors... responsible for pain... so all your feel is an almost impossible cold... only after a while..." He stopped pacing, letting the warm sensation of the lightsaber get closer to her skin. "Will you feel a pain unlike anything you have ever felt before..."

Now that was the bluff... A few feet from him was a Cryochamber, a refrigerator of sorts for food and nourishment for the men and women who worked here, Mythos had pulled an icicle to his belt just before coming forth to her. "I'm going to ask you once" With once blade he opened the shirt on her back, leaving it bare. "Why did you come here"

The tip of the lightsaber sliced her gag cloth... it would be interesting none the less.


[member="Evaelyn Zambrano"]

 

[Evaelyn Zambrano]

[member="Mythos"]

Evaelyn continued to twist and turn, as if she could wiggle free of her binds. The attempt was not successful. She stopped, hearing the croaking and metallic sounds that came from her captor's little speech device. Without her eyesight the sounds sounded near demonic. Was some kind of beast about to eat her? Finally there was a voice. Male. But she didn't recognize it. Curses. Even had she heard Mythos' voice, she would not have recognized it. Chances were she wouldn't even know who she was looking at if she saw his face either. To his little 'good morning', she only returned with spiteful grunts of kark off.

Elyn gasped sharply and bit into the gag as he pulled on her hair. It was mostly out of surprise. She could endure te pain. Her shoulders twisted, but again the binds were too tough. Man, she couldn't wait for the day when her training was complete and she could walk around and just wreck shit. If he wasn't dead by then, she'd come for him too. Her defiant twisting and turning stopped as she recognized the familiar hum of a lightsaber igniting. The purple shine was unmistakable. They weren't the most common to go around. That one was hers.

She didn't reply to his question, she didn't give him the satisfaction of even a muffled grunt of protest. The words wouldn't come out regardless. The truth was that she had never experienced that. If that was something they had in common, she was more than happy to introduce him to the concept. Her blood was boiling. Again she froze up even more as the lightsaber got closer and closer to her face. He wouldn't burn off her face, right? He might. But probably not. If he wouldn't, she certainly wouldn't make the mistake of helping him by twitching and accidentally cutting off her own nose.

At least her blindfold was off. It didn't do her much good at all though, as all she saw was a masked man with a voice that was not his own and with her lightsaber in his hand. She couldn't speak to him, but she could use her eyes. They sent a glare that emanated the hate and burning fury of a thousand suns. Too bad looks could not impale, slash or cut. Seeing his torso, it was clear that he did have that experience. Kark. Was he going to impart that onto her now? He better not. Evaelyn had no problems carrying scars. She just had a problem with letting the people who made them walk.

Elyn gave another grunt as at least he was no longer pulling her hair. He started pacing, threatening talking. While he did that she was trying to look for ways to escape. Unfortunately for her she was coming up empty. And without the ability to speak there was little she could do to goad him in the right direction either. Who was he? Why was he here? Why was she hanging upside down from the roof? Was he some sort of temple guardian? Scavenger? Questions, only questions, no answers.

Again, she twisted, thinking he was about to burn and or stab her. No pain came, and she realized he was still toying with her. Was this the build-up to the torture? She wondered how she'd react. It was easy to say things like 'I'll never break' and all that, but torture was one of those things you didn't truly understand until you had experienced it. Was she about to find out? So far her skin remained untouched, but she could feel the cold air brushing against her as her top got cut open from behind. Slowly, the ripped piece of clothing slid off and dropped to the floor beneath her head.

When he moved the lightsaber to her face, to her mouth, she froze completely. Now that was scary. Wide eyes watched the blade as it sliced the gag cloth. Luckily for her, that was all it sliced. When it pulled back, she was quick to spit it out. At this point she was breathing heavy, though she tried to mask it. The look of fury she had given him before seemed even more intense now than it had been moments before. She wasn't really in the mood to talk or play nice.

"Kark off"

 

[Mythos]

Why couldn't it ever be easy? Why could't they ever just cooperate? He hated torture, probably more than any other organic he had ever met, even the most pure among those he met would resort to breaking a bone if it meant finding out what they needed to know in order to survive but Mythos, former Lord of the Sith would rather show that uncanny thing called... Honor. Honor and torture were opposites like black and white. Mythos sighed in a short breath, annoyed with the fact that it was exactly what expected to happen. He pulled the icicle from his belt, the steam from the freezing flavored stick blasting out on it, it was an almost solid looking thing. He widened his stance, placed one hand on her lower back bringing the lightsaber to his shoulder level and then jabbed the icicle gently into he exact center of her lower back.

"I got bacta for weeks... i can cure you then destroy you for an eternity but in the end the key to your freedom is in your hands"

Groom was in the room, his red eyes priced through the darkness when he growled directly at what he perceived to be his next meal. Mythos looked over to his beloved hound, The Tuk'ata of over thee hundred pounds now... he could not fit in a regular ship anymore. Mythos smiled at the fact that he needed now his own room and began having a bit of an attitude problem...

"That over there... is Groom, he is always hungry and right now i am the only one in the galaxy that is preventing you from becoming Tuk'ata chow... so let's be a bit more cooperate here... I will ask you one more time." Mythos let the pause extend for tension and approached his lightsaber closer to her back almost sizzling the skin. "Why are you here?"

[member="Evaelyn Zambrano"]​