A Small Favour (Darth Carach)

[Nyte Ignis]

Nyte Ignis watched as the space ship came out from hyperdrive, watching as the blurs of white light became planets that she recognised. It was good to be back in One Sith controlled territory again. She sighed deeply as she moved, "Set us down and take a break. I have a feeling that I will be here longer than expected. If Sloth calls, I am unavailable." The woman nodded her understanding, looking away.

Nyte looked back at the Nautolan, they had once been enemies, now they worked together, how interesting her life had taken a turn here. As she stepped off from the craft, her hand pressed to the hull, looking up at it. This was her second home, then she looked around, the planet seemed to reach inside of her, stir her blood and her need to settle here.

She could feel the Force swirling all around her, Tython was noted for that, it was a balancing act and the planet could reject someone on its own. She arranged the speeder, getting settled into it as she made her way across Talss to the Chasm. A sight of natural beauty and death to those that enter it. She felt the Force struggling against her as she came closer, this she expected, in some ways.

The Chasm was a site of distortion and here Nyte would have to be careful, especially coming to one that she had never faced before. She was blind here, groping in the dark to understand her place. Tython answered her, calling out to her as the place to settle, to build and to give others a chance to rebuild themselves, as she built herself into the Sith, in her own way.

She slowly made her way up, stopped by guards that searched her. Her copper hair reflected the sunlight as she stared at them with her solid black eyes, her tattoos glimmering slightly as the Force seemed to tug and ebb and weave around this place. "I am here to seek audience with [member="Darth Carach"] and beyond that you do not need to know anything else."

She moved her hand, reaching to protect her belt of weapons, Sith blade and dagger, vials of liquid (poison) and the beginnings of a curved hilt lightsabre. She glared, pulling her hips away from their hands, "I will only deal with him." She would not be unarmed so easily, but at his request she would. These guards however, would not get the opportunity to unequip her.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[SIZE=10.6667px]The Royal Guard studied [member="Nyte Ignis"] for a while. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]His visor made it impossible to disconcern his expression, but he did not seem to be entirely too amused by the display of insolence from a minor acolyte. A hand went to the side of his helmet to discuss the matter with his Lieutenant, which took a while, but eventually he simply nodded into the air - agreeing with the assessment provided by his superior.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“You may pass.” the soldier stepped to the side, no longer concerning himself with the Sith. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]His duty was done already. This was no longer his problem. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Ignis would be escorted by a different pair of Royal Guards once she entered the Fortress itself, long hallways would be passed with changing levels of activity. Until she finally entered the throne room of the Voice of the Dark Lord.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]It was here that he usually held court. Where he presided over matters of importance and laid judgement on those that were brought before him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]One leg was crossed over the other, a cane resting on his lap. Carach seemed to study her, but wasn’t addressing her yet.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]There was simple, content silence.[/SIZE]

 

[Nyte Ignis]

As he studied her, she in turned studied him. So this was [member="Darth Carach"], the man that governed over Tython. Her solid black eyes studied him carefully, taking in each piece of information, she could feel the swirling distortion of the Chasm under her feet, knew that she was in a precious predicament.

In the face of this, she stood defiant, a small bow of her head to recognise his title, his ranking so far above herself. The nod of her head was accompanied with a soft bow, her hands moving to her belt at her waist, unstrapping it and setting it before herself to show herself as unarmed, looking up to him.

She felt nothing but electric charge of the Force. She however, felt no fear. She, who pressed her neck into her Master's blade when he asked if she would be prepared to die. She who struck herself out against a Jedi Knight and Master in order to save Coruscant while the Sith Lords and Masters were away on Contruum.

Nyte Ignis allowed the silence to build, giving Darth Carach the time to study her, take in her appearance. She glanced up daringly, her solid jet black eyes catching his own as she looked at him, studying him in her own right.