All About That Base

[Hira Mitsae]

[SIZE=10.6667px][member="C'sami Ssozi"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]It had been a [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]long[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] day. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Apatros was scorching during the day, and they had spent the entirety of it rushing through the sand and mud to put down the rebellion. Back in the day Apatros had been governed by the ORO - supported by some kind of trade commerce guild whatchamacallit. Anyway. The Techno Union had put them down hard, but that doesn't stop some grumpy people from trying to rise up again every once in awhile. Which is where mercenary outfits like the Helldivers came in… easier to pay a few big bucks to make the problem go away than to keep fielding their expensive droids.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]His feet were resting lazily on one of the tables in the Nocturno’s lounge. A few glasses were already empty, one of ‘em still in his hand and Sardun was leaning heavily into the back of his seat. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]The dirt and grime of Apatros was still cooked beneath his nails. He could almost taste the blood still, even the alcohol couldn’t make that taste disappear entirely. Metallic copper in taste and texture.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Feth.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]But at least the pay had been good. Though Michael couldn’t help but wonder if the Caucus hadn’t been in the right to rebel against the Union. Those slick corporate types waltzing onto your planet, making it their own and kicking you out.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Can’t be a good feeling.[/SIZE]

 

[Spirit of Patience]

C’sami was bewildered every day.

She had been disoriented the moment Panatha collapsed, and Sardun lay his grubby hands on her. She had been confused - conceived for a single purpose. To execute the will of [member="Darth Vornskr"]. There was that, him, and that’s it.

She hadn’t even been allowed to see her biological pillar. All she knew was Vornskr and the pits of Panatha where he raised the stakes against her, testing his creation out in fights that were scaled as 1:1. Do or die. C’sami was equipped with an incredible amount of skill, however, that she had innately known and developed to be malicious through Vornskr’s training. She had been sharpened to be an assassin to penetrate the Jedi lines as a doppleganger of their beloved Grandmaster. That was his plan. Her purpose. Her lifeforce.

Then the Dark Lord died. She’d felt it — it had rippled through her being as if he had been her Master. She knew there were bonds like that, that strong between two individuals, and she chalked theirs up to that level. Though her comprehension on the matter was scarce at best.

She’d been covered in dirt and rubble then, and she was covered in dirt now.

Trained to be a killer, C’sami was very efficient in the employ of [member="Michael Sardun"]. Quick, nigh invisible, and extraordinarily fierce. She was everything Kiskla’s bad side had the potential to be. Without knowing it.

“Why do you drink afterwords?” C’sami asked. Among other qualities, the clone reflected the curiosity of her biological mirror. Another trait would be her disdain of alcohol — much like the parallel of herself. C’sami didn’t really know too too much about her partner. His Jedi past. Though, she understood he was not the same category of dark as she was.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

@C'sami Sszosi

For a blessed moment Sardun had the lounge for himself and the very next it was already occupied by another soul. One blackened and twisted by the powerful magicks of the Vornskr Lord. It was beyond doubt that she was skilled in what their merc outfit busied themselves with - killing, destruction and... security, but she could do a little of easing up.

Even after all this time she was still coiled up like a tight spool.

"Battles like these... they get your senses on edge. Adrenaline and endorphins flooding your systems. Heart rate bouncing all over the place."

He scratched his beard, leaned into his seat more and then interrupted his story for her benefit. Instead Sardun looked behind him, his eyebrow raising.

"If you don't drink, can you at least sit down?"

Instead of just creepily standing and observing him from a corner of the room.

 

[Spirit of Patience]

Arms folded, C’sami lingered a little longer. She’d been trained to be over calculative, coy and when the time was right - flirtatious to use her visual assets accordingly. Pouted lips drew into a thin line when Sardun answered her question and she slowly sidled over, the leather of her outfit causing only the slightest friction with the fabric of the booth which almost made her slide less smooth.

“And why do you want to dull that? Doesn’t it make you feel more superhuman?”

She shuffled, moving her arms to uncross and fold her hands on the table, peering with blood-hued eyes at her travelling companion. Travel and battle companion. Blade brother by this point.

C’sami was fierce, that was true — but many traits she shared with a child. Such as her discomfort with social cues and curiosity. She’d not been in a realm where she was not in complete control; she had been like Vornskr’s hand and now she was free to her own prerogative and she still didn’t know what to do with it. But she did feel slightly held back by [member="Michael Sardun"]’s methods. He was regulated by something. A conditioning she was not privy to.

“Imagine if you felt that high all the time.

Would you accomplish much or little?”

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[SIZE=10.6667px]"Little, very little, young one." Sardun replied after a moment of pondering.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“What it does is make you overconfident, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]sure[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] of your own immortality and stupid in the heat of battle, makes you do things you wouldn’t consider doing otherwise. Having that crippling sense the entire time?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]A snort came after that, before he dropped down another glass and settled it on the table. No, the heated blood needed to be drenched in cold liquid. The last thing Michael needed was to forget himself and the people around him - and then start a killing frenzy. Happened once. This was one of the bad days, the early days before he got incarcerated with Ordavo and eventually ended up with the Lords of the Fringe, and their Helldivers.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]These were the first weeks of his escape from the Sith. He had taken a little job on the side, protecting a little village from some raider schutta-scum that kept harassing ‘em. After the blood rage settled down he came by with the whole village burning around him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]No. The alcohol helped him settle down.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“I can rip durasteel with my hands, catch a turbolaser to the face, maybe even punch through beskar on a very good day. I don’t need no heat in the blood to know what I can and cannot do, C'sami.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]And neither do you.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]But he left that last thing unmentioned. Sardun wasn’t here as her Master, he had better things to do than try to tutor a Sith into rejoining the Light - woulda been hypocritical anyway.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px][member="C'sami Ssozi"][/SIZE]

 

[Spirit of Patience]

C’sami’s expression was listless. There was no reaction of intrigue, disgust, marvel or anything worth reading into as [member="Michael Sardun"] spoke.

He was a curious fellow, that one. So full of raw energy and power and yet he was wholly satisfied working alongside others doing trivial things. None of the actions he took advanced his credibility to taking over the galaxy, establishing an iron fist, etcetera etcetera. Very different from the Vornskr she knew and had been created to serve. In this instance, there were two — as there had been with Kaine and herself, but the dynamic was entirely different. Michael worked with her instead of her working for him. Or visa versa. It was a concept she worked within but it still eluded her from time to time.

“Stupid actions make history.” C’sami stated idly — as if there was a deep thirst within her to be known, to be a starlet in the galaxy. Recognized for something beyond her physical ideation and resemblance of a galactic entity who’s name was known. C’sami’s was not.

“What can’t you do?

All you speak of is physical. Have you failed yourself in the past?”

 

[Spirit of Patience]

Following the Sith Triumvirate's attack on Ruusan...​

Overzealous was an excellent word for what had just happened. In true fashion to the original Jedi Master her DNA was purged from, C’sami had thought the impossible merely a hurdle. And [member="Michael Sardun"] hadn’t said no either..so..

They’d ended their adventures on Ruusan with a mutual claim of “We have to get out of here.” With the underlying suggestion of perhaps we should warn someone. A duty that her companion still seemed to bear. C’sami was used to reporting to, typically directly to [member="Darth Vornskr"] for a successful mission of sorts. So it was in mutual interest for them to tell someone about the cultist, flesh eaters mind-controlled on Ruusan.

As she clambered up the ramp, their ship began to buzz to life. She turned quickly, giving a final fronting to the slew of bodies that stalked toward herself and Sardun. From her palms, a powerful telekinetic blast rolled forth - knocking several from their feet and extending the wave like a domino of bodies. The action would buy herself and the former battle master enough time to lift off and attempt to break Ruusan’s atmosphere unencumbered. They were none to happy about it, though, and the strongest quickly scrambled to their feet - hollering in anger.

With that done, she was already navigating to the pilot’s chair and skittering over the controls to engage the necessary thrusters.

“Once more, into the void.” C’sami announced absently as the belly of their ship freed from Ruusan’s soil and hovered meters above, constantly ascending toward the atmosphere.

“Where should we go next? Who do we tell about this?”