Private A White Moon And A Red Sun

[Drane T'keen]

Spoiler: Music OOC

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Coronet City, the Jewel of Corellia, certainly had its characteristics to pin it as unique with its architecture; round towers, skyscrapers as curved as blades. In a way, one may mistake a few for being gargantuan starships from a distance, which did fit the planet's reputation for its shipyards and its pilots born for the stars.

A beautiful city, at its heart, but not all of it was so pretty. The Blue Sector had its own reputation, dangerous with criminal elements, a section with cantinas, casinos, fences, brothels and other shady business. High on a pedestrian walkway tethered between buildings like a city street, Drane gazed beyond flesh and steel and upon the horizon.

The ocean glinting in his vision felt more real to him than a trillion jewels or coronets. He sighed into the wind, forearms propped over a railing. It was a deep drop beneath, but if he fell then the Force would be his wings. The denizens of this town, however, could only dream of an escape. Slaves...

"Yo!" A voice at his back. Drane didn't turn away. "What ya doin' in my town, slim!?"

Finally, he turned. Rigid lips, no grin, black gold eyes just as cold. Some punks had come to say hello. "No." He answered.

They looked at each other. "Whatchu mean 'No'!?"

He stepped forward. "I mean…no."

After a pause, they walked away like he wasn't worth it. Unfazed, Drane T'keen returned his gaze to that sunlit sea, its waves as free as the wind. Ships flew to or from space, but they were slaves in their own way. Chasing dreams. Clinging to falsities. Not him. He was here for answers. It was truth that Drane chased.

In that moment with that ocean, all he knew was that he was free to wonder, not as a warrior, neither a Sith, but as a man. However, the next voice he heard had better be hers, that woman's, or the next time he turned someone would burn, they would die, like day and night on this planet. Pale as moonlight…but bright as sunlight!

Adeline Noctua

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Drane would hear the sounds of choking, soon followed by sickening crunching sounds. A wet plap onto the ground solidified that whatever group was just harassing the man had just been reduced to piles of broken bones and meat. The aura of a powerful Sith could be felt, an up and coming general that had been helping the armies of the Order crush resistance and conquer new land.

This Sith was none other than the one Drane had contacted for help, Darth Keres. Ambitious and manipulative, her help could very well be a wild card... Yet she was his best bet at knowing the underground, the best bet for answers.

"I have always had such slim patience for gangsters.. Mm, Drane I presume? I recall that you reached out to me not too long ago, what is it you require assistance for young man?"

Her soft voice echoed out from behind the red visage she wore, a helm made of bewitched metal much like the rest of her plate armor.


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Drane T'keen

 

[Drane T'keen]

Spoiler: Music OOC

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He didn’t look away. He gazed at that sea, even as he heard the sounds that went beyond the bounds of ears. Choking. Broken bones. Those noises were audible. Yet, in the distance, from the darkness, he heard the voice that it manifested, the cry of the dark side, and the woman who walked its carpet was not shy and did not hide it, despite her armor.

Those gangbangers’ lives were hardly worth attention being taken from Drane T’keen with that Corellian ocean in the distance, but Darth Keres had maybe needed a drink in the alley, even if not literally. He could appreciate the taste of blood, but in his own way.

“Drane T’keen,” he confirmed. ‘Young man’, she called him, and she wasn’t wrong, particularly in comparison. Yet, as her helmet reflected in his black gold eyes, he felt old, like time was eating him. Maybe it’s simply this city…

“Stand beside me?" He requested. “I don’t bite.” Even if she might. Whatever the Darth’s answer to the Knight’s offer, Drane turned away, hands on the railing, gazing toward the ocean, as if its water was now somehow darker, not blue but black, like space, only without the stars. Maybe because of her? Power was in her presence, not just darkness.

“When worlds were younger, the seas were the epitome of conquest. Cross them and stake claim to other land. Well, thanks to the Corellians, and others like them, that passion for power has not changed, only we have brought our wars to the stars…”

If that spiel had belonged to a Jedi then it might have been dripping with sympathy. But it didn’t, and it wasn’t. “I admit, streets rife with crime may not lead you to world conquest but a stepping stone at best. I am not interested in the world, though, only its inhabitants.”

A sudden gust blew in, tugging at his hair. He spread his fingers, not resisting the wind, letting it slip between digits like fabric. “I have ventured further than I expected for someone unversed in a life of crime.” Drane was no gambling man, rarely playing pazaak or sabaac, didn’t drink to get drunk, and brothels insulted him. Yet, if for the Sith he was a swordsman, for certain criminals whose heads he had taken, well, he was a ronin.

“From Nar Shaddaa to Corellia, I’ve been chasing one name, but it is lost in a sea of uncertainty, here in this city…” He breathed, steadying his senses, his emotions, lest they get the best of him. Drane gazed Keres’ way, wondering if in the darkness of the Darth’s slits in her helmet, would she be the key to his gate? “In your experience, what is the best way to find someone in the underground who doesn’t want to be found? To infiltrate an organized crime ring, and potentially exterminate it from within?"

Adeline Noctua

 

[Adeline Noctua]

“I don’t bite.”

The introduction made the Darth laugh a good bit, never once had someone said something like that to her of all people... Oh the irony.

"I didn't think you the type to bite anyway dear."

She does as requested, standing next to him as the man looked out at the sea ahead, the ocean breeze making the woman's dark cloak swish about.

"The best way to find a name within the underworld is to become part of it, earn respect and show your strength. The masses... While rather uneducated... Will serve you and aid you in whatever it is you desire. Plenty of Sith lords have used their power to dominate and control the poor to form cults, all it takes is a fraction of a Sith's power to achieve this. Another way is one of my creation, from years ago when I was more invested in the underworld. It is an AI of my own make, Howl runner. All it needs is a picture, or a name.. Even fingerprints will do. Howl runner will then search through every more habited planet that has security cameras for example, it has easy access to almost anything you need."

Keres offers him a data pad, on the screen was the AI, waiting for any information to be given to it so that it could sniff out the target.

"If you seek to eliminate crime, be ready to give those people something new to do. Loyalty is the most important currency in the galaxy next to obedience, they go hand in hand. So by all means dear, show your strength by crushing a powerful gang leader into the dirt. And if their masses still refuse you, beat them into submission."


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Drane T'keen

 

[Drane T'keen]

Spoiler: Music OOC (Recurring)

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There beneath graying skies, sunlight found purchase through a crevice in the clouds, shining down on the ocean in the distance. It was naked, empty, with no ships on the horizon or seagulls in that moment, no gold beneath its lips or underneath these iron cliffs. Silent, if not still, its waves gliding as if in ballet, eerie and resonating, like the liquid strings of a Sith’s violin.

Watching the ocean were two Sith, standing beside one another, though their power was of less comparison. Knight T’keen had bled and burned, had taken more than the heads of a minor crime ring, while Darth Keres had crushed and conquered. The man did not deny the presence of the Sith he was in, but he did not shy from her one inch.

Earn respect and show your strength. The words reflected in his head. He had killed criminals, but this undertaking was different. It required infiltration. Who better to aid him than her, a woman with slim patience for gangsters? Check and balance, eyes and ears, he could already smell their fear…

Keres spoke of other Sith, of power, but that was something the warrior had little interest in. She was a Darth, and maybe one day she’d be a general and even an empress for all he knew, but Drane was a Knight—a blood knight. He lived to fight, to bleed and burn, to see the terror in his enemy's eyes, hear their cries, and he would make Corellia his arena if needed.

At that, his companion extended the datapad in her hand. Destruction. Creation. To a Sith, they were much and more the same thing. Howl runner was something this Sith could appreciate to sniff out his target with a given name.

“I seek only to eliminate my enemy…” Drane offered vaguely, his gaze to the screen. There weren’t many sophisticated security cameras in this worse section of Blue Sector, but it did have data from Coronet to all of Corellia. There you are…

“Strength, I sense, is what you will show me, my lady.” Maybe ‘Darth’ would have sufficed, or ‘lord’, and if she corrected Drane T’keen’s words, he would let her. “I’ll need your expertise for my endeavor more than howl runner.”

Whatever his mission, the currency of loyalty could be given to Keres when all was done for all he cared. Drane just needed to slay. He lived for the sword, would die by the sword, and could bite in his own way.

“I have the location.” He suspected as much given his arena. “I don’t want my enemy to know I am coming, though. There is a nearby building we will infiltrate. Your assistance is appreciated.” Even a Sith could be polite. “I have one other question first, however…” Drane sighed, gazing from sea to sky, back to the ocean. “I contacted you for a reason, of course...but what is your story in the underworld?”

Adeline Noctua

 

[Adeline Noctua]

His question about her past would cause a small strain of irritation in her mind, it was not something she wanted to talk about anymore. She was a new and powerful woman, a devourer, a conqueror.

"You will find that even the highest of lords know their way around the underground, knowledge is power after all."

A simple and straightforward answer that avoided her past fully.

"You need not answer why you want to kill this man, I do not care. But if you wish to learn from me..."

She taps a metal claw against the chin of her helm, she hadn't had an apprentice yet.

"Truly learning from me will be a beyond what an apprentice normally goes through, I will enjoy pulling you limb from limb until you break or refine. I will beat you, yet also teach you. Your hate for me will inspire you to do better, fail to improve and I will devour you both body and soul."

Keres had her doubts, but perhaps she could twist her own teachings into this man.

"I will aid you in this killing, but you will owe a debt to me."

She has an impish smile behind her helm, this here was a first lesson to the underworld... Debts.
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Drane T'keen

 

[Drane T'keen]

Spoiler: Music OOC (Recurring)

The man had asked the woman about her past. It seemed appropriate given he wanted just a bit of a reading on her experience; an inkling of what she was bringing. Yet, her response to his question was one met with absence, shifting the topic, but that itself was of merit.

A touchy subject. Drane recognized. He did not reply with a sly smile, no spread lips, no testing. If he did, it just might be the end of him. Yet he didn’t consider entertaining that reaction. He had his own past, a story he wasn’t ready to fully engage in, even if his superior were to ask it of him.

The lady spoke of apprenticeship, and for a moment Drane didn’t know what to make of it. Ah, yes. He should have expected no less, in retrospect. One did not simply bring a Sith like this in for assistance without expecting to give them something in return. Particularly her.

Keres mentioned pulling him limb from limb, beating, teaching, hate. Drane couldn’t wait. For now, he settled his gaze back on the ocean. “Very well. Lend me your sword and my sword is yours.”

A red warrior’s expression, perhaps, but she could make of it what she would. Devoured. Body and soul. Would Drane T’keen at least find new life in the cold? In the light of the dying sun… He sighed, pushing his thoughts aside, his dreams, to focus on one thing.

“There is a warehouse where one name will serve as a lead that leads me to my quarry.” He held up a finger, pointing skyward. “Infiltration is the ticket, Darth Keres, as mentioned. Best we don’t let my target know we are onto them. So that negates the front entrance.”

Fingertip to the clouds, and Drane smiled instead of frowned. “We’ll refrain from walking the streets. We’ll take the roof. The top floor is where he’ll be. Open sesame, break his brain, make him bleed, take what I need.”

Drane’s finger reversed, lowered, pointed downward. The dirtier streets of Blue Sector were further beneath this railing. The building’s roof would keep anyone from noticing the Sith who would not be resisted. Reaching it was a bit of a jump, but Sith could glide. Bright as sunlight...

Adeline Noctua

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Tag: Drane T'keen

She would scoff in a playful manner, the echoing sarcasm reaching out in abundance.

"Eager are we? Then we shall start your first lesson... Your plan, think more on it dear. If surprise and haste are the goal, then your idea would fail. Think of security, no.. Not any guards that get in our way. I mean cameras, take a better look at the tool you used to find information on your target. You shall use it to hack into the building's systems and disable the security feed, as for whoever or whatever has the additional information you require... I have no qualms with torture to gain this, but the way you speak suggests leaving them alive after you get what you want... My dear, when a tool is used up we throw it away."

Keres glances down at the building, crossing her arms.

"You have a way of getting down there? Good, then I will meet you there. My advice is merely that, advice. I will follow and take note of your actions and way you handle things, do not try to be anything but your true self... That is a quick route to death."

And with that the woman would poof into a black smog, several small sith spawn in the shape of bats flew around in a panic before the whole swarm all started to converge upon the rooftop where Darth Keres waited, this being another test to see how well he got over to her. It should be expected that he would get no aid from Keres if he were to fall, failure was not an option or luxury one could have when under the sharp and commanding gaze of his potential new master.





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[Drane T'keen]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Eager… Drane bit his lip. Determined. Destined. ‘Eager’ was an understatement. Perhaps in his excitement, his confidence, the Sith’s emotions had indeed gotten the better of him in some moments. Yet, Drane T’keen was no idiot. He was already one step ahead of his contemporary who had proven to be no less in this instance.

She misunderstood him, however. A broken brain was just so. There would be nothing left because Drane would take his information and leave no trace of his infiltration. “His brain will break. And surveillance is limited. These criminal elements don’t want Blue Sector’s roaming patrol authorities jamming their own system.”

Darth Keres had provided him with a handy device but it surely meant there were others like it, if not more sophisticated, within this city’s security at least. “I’m not much of a hacker but Howl Runner does just as you say, my lady.”

Her tool had its own brain to disable any cameras, at least temporarily, but doing so prematurely could lead to his enemy noticing. Best to wait until the last minute, he reckoned. “I will heed your advice,” T’keen promised, as honest as a man like him should be.

Be your true self. Those words made his heart skip a beat. The Sith Lady was no less honest with them. She spoke plainly, but her words were gems. “As you wish,” Drane stated. There was a quick route to death, no mistake. And this Sith shall lead his enemies to it.

Just then, Keres erupted into black smoke, shadows and slivers, as bats. Beautiful. He thought after his potential new master, but that was another matter. Sith were Sith. Their words ventured both ways as far as Drane was concerned, and his main concern was to take what was his.

“The kriff!?” A voice called from behind, some drunkard sitting against a wall, a bottle in hand, wide eyes.

“You see nothing,” Drane promised, planting his boots on the railing.

“I see nothing.”

Good boy. Then, as his own void, garbed in black leather from toe to shoulder, skin as charcoal as a cold night, he fell, like a bat out of hell, he glided, beneath the high rise streets and behind any traffic lights.

He was a pinprick of darkness, a shadow in the light, and no one would notice him. If they did, they would predict his demise as a suicide. Yet, he landed alive, boots thudding on the roof. There was no need to survey this area with a camera, as predicted, which was the moment for him to start tapping and hacking into the surveillance system for the interior that awaited him.

Upon the rooftop, another entity waited for him. Black hood, red visage, eyes as dark as the dark side, to be poetic. Darth Keres. The Red Warrior, the Black Swordsman, the Sith Knight, reflected. I have much to learn.

Adeline Noctua

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Tag: Drane T'keen

He could see as his potential new master gave him a simple nod, her way of showing she enjoyed that he was able to make his way over.

"Considering this seems to be... Rather personal for you, for this little adventure you will take the lead. I wish to see you in action, but this doesn't mean I won't do some of my own killing."

Her metal claw points to the rooftop door.

"There, enter and show them what real strength is. And remember, once you pull in the AI to their mainframe all you need to do is give basic commands.. There is a reason it sells so well in the underworld."

She lets out a playful chuckle, walking over to the door and unlocking it with her claw. After the way was open to him, Keres crosses her arms while waiting for Drane to go do his work.

"I will be with you in just a moment dear."

And so there it was, to anyone else in the galaxy this was just a plain open door that lead to some stairs. But to Drane? Right now, within this very moment, it was the gateway to a real test this time. With its gatekeeper watching him with inquisitive ruby red eyes, intent on study and unwavering in their chilling bite.



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[Drane T'keen]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Personal. It was that. From one world to the next, yes, he was here because it was personal.
It made sense that Darth Keres wanted to put her ‘apprentice’ to the test and prove his mettle.
So Drane followed the metal claw. He had disabled the internal security feed. Now we mosey.
Lightsaber on his person, Howl Runner stalking along with him, and it had lived up to its utility.

The Knight met the Darth’s eyes, his black gold peering into black holes. “See you soon, then.”
He smiled. “I’ll try to leave a few alive.” She would know it wasn’t out of mercy, simply courtesy.
She did mention she wanted to do some of her own killing. With that, the rooftop door gave way.
This Thyrsian had no metal claws or gauntlets for grips, but black gloves. He walked forth as Drane.

Yet he became something else beyond the doorway. He emerged as a shadow and as a ghost.
Drane T’keen, that is his name. A son of the red sun, a warrior in black, in a jacket, and a cloak.
The latter was more figurative, for he crossed the distance in silence, stepping down staircase.
He watched his walk, he listened, sensed, heard an echo further below and he smelled his prey.

A conversation between two men. Their presence was detected before he reached the bottom.
“See last night’s episode of Judgment? Layran Vigens is the shit. Villain ran. My man caught ‘im!”
“Dang I missed it. Busy choppin’ off a debtor’s digits.” Drane hugged a stairwell’s wall meanwhile.
“Ha. Idiot. Talran ain’t one to be messed with.” They stood still, like sentries, while the Sith whistled.

“Ya hear that?”
“Maybe a cat?”
“What? Nah…”
“Might be Drak.”
“Swabbing shaft?”
“His favorite task.”
“Drak, ya shitsack!”
“Go look. I’ll hang.”
“Aight. I’ll be back.”

Moments later.
“Check this out!”
“Man. What now?”
Up comes the latter.

The second guard stepped around the corner to find his friend held by his neck.
Before he could raise his blaster, Drane snapped that man’s neck with free hand.
Flick of the wrist, curling fingers in, and across the distance the man dropped dead.
That left the first idiot. The Sith lifted him up, fingers digging into skin beneath chin.

“Talran. Tell me where he is and you might live.”
“F-Four c-corridors forward! T-That’s his office!”
Drane saw no lies in his eyes. “Security system?”
“More guards! C-Code for door! I don’t have it!”

“Got it. Thanks.”
The Sith twisted.
There goes the bone.
He let go of the man.

So much for ‘might’ but Drane didn’t lie, just decided otherwise.
Bodies hidden behind a stairway wall, the Sith advanced ahead.
A door at the bottom of these stairs which led to another corridor.
Drane opened it, spotted a man’s back to him, patrolling the floor.

He was heading toward a corner where the corridor junctioned.
Splitting off into different directions. Drane crept forward for him.
As quiet as a kitten, coming within inches. Fingers over the lips.
“This room empty?” Victim nodded. It’s where his body’s hidden.

Adeline Noctua

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Tag Drane T'keen

As he made his way through the building there was still no sign of the blade that was supposed to be helping him right now, no trace of Keres was even able to be picked up in the force... She had somehow just... Vanished?

Suddenly, somehow, someway. The alarms went off, with several boots now stomping to his direction to stop this invader. With lethal force authorized that packed some higher end blasters, the leader of this group rushing around the corner and spotting Drane.

"INTRUDER ON ME, I REPEAT THE INTRUDER IS ON ME!"

Sounds seemed to pincer all around the swordsman as the full security force was merging on his position, the leader and a few others near him opening fire at Drane with their blasters.

Another surprise was next, the lights suddenly went out. Leaving both Drane and the security force within a chaotic darkness that cradled them all, within that blackness it was impossible to see anything. With the only faint lights coming from what blaster shots he could see at the time... There was only one way to know if shots were coming from angles he could not see.

A clever test by Keres, she was indeed helping him in her own way. This being just the start of pushing him until he broke or grew stronger, failure of this test would obviously result in death. Yet it was one that the masked figure known as Darth Keres demanded of him, her force presence still gone yet he would feel like she somehow watching him.



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[Drane T'keen]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Silence was of the essence for the ronin’s mission. He didn’t want his targets to know he’s onto them.
That meant more than one. He had his first target, Talran, but that wasn’t the ultimate name on his list.
Where Drane T’keen was going, cloaked as shadow and ghost, he was after something deeper than him.
Talran would spill his secrets, and would meet his end, but he was a stepping stone at best amid his death.

So Drane moved, so true to stealth, and just as well, for beyond the stairwell were guards galore.
He hid his latest victim’s body in an empty room, moved onward, saber burn on another, no gore.
Then something hit him. It was not a fist. It was not the kiss of a blaster bolt. Rather, a presence.
The removal of one, for that matter. Her departure. Wherever she was, Darth Keres was absent.

The alarms went off, sirens blaring, an “ah-ooh-gah” otherwise reserved for klaxons of starships.
The building’s security systems are most impressive—except that Drane had shut off surveillance.
Had the cameras been corrected that very instant? Or had Howl Runner simply missed something?
Whatever the answer, the intruder is certain to wonder. Felt one moment, gone the next, Darth Keres.

The Sith Knight heard the thud of boots on metal. No Darth Vader, this invader, but still made of steel.
Dressed in no less black from pants to countenance, the Thyrsian listened into the wind in the distance.
There was no outside air, yet the Force offered its own ear amid its vision. The Sith’s eyes were peeled.
At the end of the corridor, a figure emerged, thundering across the floor, blaster aimed with precision.

He shouted out that the intruder's on him. He even repeated for his team and the building’s benefit.
Yet, in that very same instant, Drane reacted, quick as the wind. He intended for silence. He insisted.
He would have it. He shoved that wind forward toward the rat pack’s leader so that he fell backward.
Crashing sideways into his team within the hallway like a narrow alley. Cue misplaced bolts of blasters.

Then the corridor was absorbed in darkness. Perfect... Drane grinned. That darkness was his ally.
He was not merely adopted in it. He was born in it. For it. As the bolts came, Drane dodged aside.
He flew into another room to his right. Doors lined either side. Maybe his enemies have flashlights.
Good for them. He had his mind. He had his jacket. And he was a force to be reckoned with. Idiots.

The Knight licked his lips at the room’s corner, peering around the corridor. Apprentice.
Keres had earlier mentioned of him. Whether or not she had something to do with this.
For him, this was a mission. For her it was just a test. He needs her. She didn’t need him.
Drane T’keen had a few neat tricks up his sleeve. No light in the night. He didn’t need it.

“Heyo, henchmen of Talran!” He called out.
The blasters stopped. “Arms up! Come out!”
“All right,” Drane replied. “I surrender.” He lied.
With flashlights or not, they will yet see no guy.

There was a cloak and there was also Force Cloak.
Drane capitalized on that power as he approached.
Silent, hidden, invisible, creeping, distant, no, close.
“Where is he?” “I don’t see him.” “Where did he go?”

Right here, amigo. A red light dips in amid the darkness.
Up close and personal, only a few feet away from them.
That lightsaber’s blade slashed and stabbed with death.
They forget that these violent delights have violent ends.

When Drane was finished, he'd sheathed his sword.
A pile of bodies were left within the lonely corridor.
He would not give his position away with his blade.
As he made his way for Talran. To silence his name.

Adeline Noctua

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Tag: Drane T'keen

It was a crude test, but one he passed. The light flicking back on as the newly reborn light illuminated the bodies all around, with Drane perhaps too busy to notice the blood slowly inching in a direction away from the room.

His target knew something was up, with the door to their office being locked off and armor plating making a shell over the door. While giving a small sense of comfort... Sadly for the target, it would not stop a lightsaber.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT YOU THUG?!"

A voice angrly called out from the intercom.. His target hiding within the room.

"Are you- Are you with that blasted devil? You look normal enough to me.. Unlike that thing I saw, that was no woman.. But a devil!"

Their voice seemed to calm down some, trying to reason with Drane.

"Listen- I have no idea what you are after.. Credits? No, you wouldn't go through all this for credits. Just tell me what you want so we can both leave before it finds us!"
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[Drane T'keen]

Spoiler: Music OOC

As he moved, suddenly, like that, the lights had come back on the corridor while he advanced.
If not for that, causing him to pause in his tracks in observation, Drane may not have noticed it.
He looked for the source, doubting the lighting was due to faulty equipment, bodies in his vision.
Glancing from ceiling to floor. Spotting the blood in the distance, not from him, but can’t go back.

So… Drane grinned as he approached a door. I’m not alone. Three parties did make quite a party.
There was Talran and his team. There was Drane T’keen. There was the Sith who wants to be queen.
Someday, maybe. For now Darth Keres was a shadow of the ronin, here to tease him and to test him.
And, judging by the blood, play another game. Indeed. Intercom just then. Something something thug.

“Oh, I want to have a word with your manager, please,” Drane answered. Did the intercom even go both ways?
Speaking toward the ceiling but facing a door of armored plating, he moved forward. “Cleanup in the hallway.”
Hmm. Steel as smooth as last night’s thighs. Despite the Knight’s gloved fingers. “Apparently your men...died.”
The voice on the other end asked him a question just then. Cameras were back on then. So much for night...

Howl Runner gave the Sith darkness and let him get this far at least. It had served its purpose.
“I look normal?” He drummed his fingers on the door. “You should see me when I’m angry.”
-VWMMMM!- A snap-hiss, some called the lightsaber’s ignition, as Drane shifted his wrist.
Term’s a bit too overused for him but nobody asked. “I want to...squeeze your memory.”
His blade would twist, circling. Cutting a door in the door. “Look sharp. I’m coming in.”

A sheet of metal flew forward to strike the other side of the office, slamming into the wall.
A tall man stood at the entrance. He saw no one in it. Telran was hiding. “I am your devil.”
Come out, come out, wherever you are... A desk rested adjacent. Statues in the corners.
Painted gold. Nope. Plated in gold. Just then activated. Clever trick, things considered.

Assassin droids of some kind. They didn’t last long. Lightsaber ignited, Drane threw it.
Like a boomerang. Cut through one neck like butter before either droid raised blaster.
Then the other. So fell their heads. They had clearly been custom-made. “Impressive.”
“WAIT” A figure emerged from under the desk. Detonator in hand. “Most impressive.”

“Try to kill me and I will press this button and take you with me I swear it on my fuc— “
-YOINK!- That detonator shifted positions in an instant from his hand and to the Sith’s.
“Brave,” Drane complimented. "Don't raise the blaster." He stepped forward toward him.
“If an idiot. Telran?” The man nodded. At least he’s honest. “As you can see, I am no thug.”

“You’re a Sith.” He licked his lips. Nervous.
“Did the blade give it away? The crimson?”
“You’re also not the first I’ve business with.”
“Oh?” “Nope. There’s another in this sector.”
A third, Talran meant? Or did he mean…her?

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[Adeline Noctua]

Tag: Drane T'keen

The lights within the room and outside hall flicker, a disturbance could be felt. It was indeed lady Keres, but this feeling wouldn't just be from her twisted force. This was a feeling that anyone no matter their attunement to the force could feel, an unease filled the air as the primal emotion of fear seeped into the room. Causing a distinct numbness to be felt on the brain as black tendrils slithered around the opening in the door, a light click breaking the silence as the broken door crept open.

Amused and satisfied by his actions thus far, the woman would walk into the room. The tendrils slinking back into her body as she- laughed? Within the moment, Keres broke down into a fit of laughter while clapping her metal clad hands together. Her scarred crimson helm made this laughter have a slight echo to it as it escaped the strange woman.

"Yes! Yes indeed! You will do nicely!"

After calming down a bit she lets out a happy sigh, gesturing to his captive using a metal claw.

"Extract the information you need, I will remain here and watch."

Another test, perhaps one of the most important so far.


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[Drane T'keen]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Fear filled Talran’s face that very moment. He could not help but show it as his heart quaked.
It was the same emotion that Drane felt, as if he was slowly being submerged into some well.
Shadows wrapped around him, hugging, creeping along his brain, like insects. No. The nexus.
It was a darkness he welcomed. Just as he did Darth Keres. For him, fear was his very essence.

Amid tendrils that fill the doorway, the other Sith Knight finds her way in, walking into the room.
Greeting its occupants with that laugh of hers. “M-Monster!” Talran said and began to step back.
Only his back was up against the wall. Literally. He had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, this man.
“D-Don’t let her take me!” He pleads. “Look at me.” Drane said, forgetting Keres, focused on truth.

Aware of her presence, of the fear in his prey’s visage, it was Drane who was his predator.
With that, he lifts his hand, curling fingers in, lifting Talran in the air. “I am your monster.”
Talran began to choke. “She is just an observer. Nod if you understand.” He did just that.
“Good.” Drane lowered his prey into the chair at his desk and kept him there with a hand.

“Stay.” He stepped forward, pinning Talran’s forehead back into his seat, using the Force.
“I need a name.” Drane stated simply. “You will first tell me of this other Sith you mention.”
Talran winced. “I don’t even know if it’s…really a Sith!” Yet he had already opened the door.
“A Force-sensitive?” Drane beckoned. “Y-Yes!” He is ever honest. “You will tell me who it is.”

“Th-They’ll k-kill me if I s-say anything!” Most amusing. Drane grinned. “Guess what I will do...”
He delayed no further as he began to sift through mind, heart, thoughts, emotions, memories.
Talran’s face scrunched up into pain reminiscent of crumpled cake. “Tell me. Or die in agony...”
Interesting… Talran was afraid of more than two Sith. Drane saw it in his mind. In his heart too.

“Hm, you look frightfully scared. Pun intended.”
Talran gasped at this rather painful experience.
“I know it’s in there. And now you’ll give it to me.”
“I’m not giving you anything!” Indeed. “We’ll see.”

Drane’s fingers spread, curled, relaxed and stiffened.
Pinned Talran’s head back. He shrieked that instant.
Next moment, the Sith’s hand relaxed. “Question…”
His attention on Keres. “You ever hunted other Sith?”

Talran’s permitted to catch his breath for a bit.
Yet there was much more to this interrogation.
Drane's not done with him. “I may need to...in this city.”
Gave a cheesy name. “Darksider, at least. Deathmoon.”

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