Arrival of Two

[Karenth Marr]

Karenth sat silently in the custom built room that sealed off him from everyone on the ship, or rather what used to be everyone, now only two remained, himself and a Sith Pureblood that had survived the slaver raid that was repelled by him and the Pureblood. It was simple really, the slavers seemed to think that both of them were Sith, which considering how he had treated the one that he captured who now sat in the corner of the ship still tied up with two broken arms and his right femur broken it was certainly a treat.

Causing pain wasnt exactly something he liked but he had done it accidentally so many times he had developed a knowledge of how best to cause damage without killing the victim. He hated the fact that he knew this but such knowledge had warded off the rest of the Slavers from coming after him and coincidentally they Pureblood must have done something similar to have also been left alone. Though now he sat in his room, the door locked and sealed waiting for the life support to fail and for the Sith and himself to die.

Perhaps though, someone would arrive first.

 

[Miarta]

Miarta walked up to the locked door and slammed her fist against it several times. "Let me in! We're safer together!" She yelled as she pounded at the door. She didn't mind this particular stranger, in fact he interested her. He avoided large groups much like herself, though she didn't know why. She avoided crowds for obvious reasons, being a pure blooded sith tended not to win her very many friends, even if she tried to explain that her ideals were different. She usually didn't go out of her way to meet new people for this reason, but this man seemed different. She wanted to know if he was an outcast like herself, after all it'd be nice to have a friend, being lonely all the time tended to be rather dull and boring.
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[Karenth Marr]

Karenth looked at the far door and sighedm shifting his eyes and pulling a comlink to his hand with the force that would transmit his voice to the speaker on the outside of the room by the door. "Just leave Pureblood and we will not need to have a less hospitable conversation than the one i had with this slaver, and trust me, hes not handling things too well." Karenth glanced at the man and thought for a moment before speaking again to her again, his voice flat and calm, absolutely devoid of any form of joy or cheer. "I would suggest you leave and wait out the end for when the life support fails." @[member="Miarta"]

 

[Miarta]

"I'm not what you think I am trust me! Please, I don't want to be alone anymore!" Miarta practically begged. The statement was true, she was tired of being alone, maybe even a little scared. She leaned her head against the door. "I'm so tired of being alone... Please... I'm not scared of what ever it is you could do to me.... And I don't want to simply wait here, helpless, to die. I'd rather you kill me if you must." She said softly, wondering if her could even here her anymore.

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[Karenth Marr]

The door opened without Karenth moving a single muscle, his eyes staring at Miarta as he sat there in the center of the circular room. For all intents and purposes it would sever to most force users the same purpose as a meditation room, but for him it actually helped him stay calm and keep his force powers in check. "Come in and close the door behind you, if we are both in the same area i can reroute the power to here as well as the air supply to this one room allowing use to last long, and dont worry about the garbage sitting on the side of the room in pain, that is merely his retribution for attempting to take me like the rest of the ships crew and passengers." @[member="Miarta"]

 

[Miarta]

Miarta nodded, she had left a few of the slavers in a similar state. "I made sure one of my attackers lost there legs, last i saw of him he was attempting to crawl away using just his arms to drag him." She was carrying a vibrosword and her hood was thrown back, though the mask over the lower half of her face was still in place. Her dress was torn in several places and she had a cut on her cheek and the back of her hand was burned. "Thank you for letting me in..."She told him as she sat down in the corner, facing him and leaning back against the wall.

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"You look like absolute hell right now, you know that right miss?" Her grabbed a small orb and rolled it in his hands while he was thinking about something, they had one maybe two days left before the air ran out, though Life support would probably fail long before then if he kept the homing beacon up, he had to face the fact that it was just going to happen that they would likely die. "Any last wishes?"

 

[Miarta]

Miarta laughed softly and glanced up at him. "A place to finally call home.... Though I'll never be receiving that now... Should have joined the Jedi when I had the chance." She said the last part softly. She never really had a chance,but she liked to think she could have gone with the man she had seen on Naboo. She leaned her head back against the wall, pulling her mask off. No use in hiding what she was when the man already knew. Besides, they were going to die anyway. "I suppose you're going to kill me now? Get rid of one of the many dangerous, evil Sith that plague the galaxy... You won't be the first to try... You'll certainly be the last though. I might just let you... Better than suffocating." She mused as she closed her eyes.

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[Karenth Marr]

"Sorry to disappoint, but no i wont be killing you, but it wont be long until the life support cuts out, at that point we are condemned and our deaths will be quick ones, do not worry about a slow death." He sad this with a calm voice that would make it sound almost utterly miserable and saddened by the situation even if in truth it was obvious he felt no sadness for his fate. it would be a proper end to his life for what he had done to those in his life, even to the slaver to his right against the wall in pain. "Do you regret anything other than your choice to not go with the Jedi you mentioned?" @[member="Miarta"]

 

[Miarta]

"I regret that I could not change the views anyone has of my race. I suppose I feel obligated to make up for their own ignorance... I know what the Sith are like, I grew up a street rat... I was treated rather harshly," She told him, pulling up the sleeve over her dress, revealing large scars and burns from various attacks she suffered at the hand of those who believed they were above her. "Everywhere I go... It seems no one wants me. I've been shunned by my own people for not believing in their ways after the harsh treatments I suffered. The rest of the galaxy despises me because of actions and feelings I've never commit nor felt," She looked directly at him and smiled slightly. "I suppose this is a fitting end to my story. The girl with no proper place in the galaxy dies, completely unknown, and missed by no one." She was not afraid to die, she simply didn't want to be alone. She welcomed the idea. Her life had been nothing but suffering, so why stay and suffer more?

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[Thurion Heavenshield]

Thurion had been travelling the stars for years now, and he'd met people lost without a purpose in life; he liked to think he's helped them by taking them on as his apprentices and granted them the choice of a new path - a different path. He wondered sometimes what his own goal was, but every time he had any doubts, he just thought of Kida. His Kida. The prospect of finally returning to her was what kept him going, and meeting these unfortunate souls across the galaxy gave him no small amount of hope and gratification. He'd be lying if he said he didn't get any joy out of what he was doing; it helped heal his all-too-many-times broken heart, little by little, by restoring faith in his fellow men and women he encountered. It was his way of coping, in a way.

During his travels across the galaxy, this was the first time he'd encountered a lone ship, just sitting in the dark space, without any lifesigns aboard. It intrigued and terrified him at the same time, as it made him question what really happened to its crew. It also sparked his childlike imagination, and curiosity demanded that he at least take a look for himself. There were no other ships indicated in the vicinity, nor did the ship show any signs of hostility; it still retained air supply, although slowly decreasing, and there were no hull breaches from what he could tell. And so, he boarded the ship by docking his smaller vessel to the larger one. He decided to bring along several oxygen masks, putting one on himself upon entering the desolate ship. It covered his mouth and nose only, so it wasn't obstructing in any way, and should life support begin to fail, he would at least not asphyxiate.

No sound was heard as he walked through the empty halls, save for his own footsteps echoing through the corridors along with his breathing through the oxygen mask as he wandered the abandoned vessel, looking for lifesigns. Worst case scenario, this ship truly was abandoned - best case, he'd stumble upon survivors he could lend aid to. No harm in making sure.

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[Karenth Marr]

Karenth looked down at his datapad as the device sounded and he raised a brow, he had kept the key sensors on so that he knew if anything went wrong with the life support and then he saw something he never expected. Someone was on the ship and it was interesting to see such. "Well, i do believe that you no longer need to worry about dying, someone is here to rescue you from the looks of it, that or mop up the mess left by our last visitors. Ill restore power to those areas and life support, so get on out of here please." His fingers went to work and after a few minutes @[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] would be treated to full power and life support in the route from where he was to Karenth's room. He looked up and spoke one more time before letting his eyes shut. "Now leave." @[member="Miarta"]

 

[Miarta]

"I don't want too. There's no one coming to rescue me. No one cares about me. Probably just another person looking to loot the ship." She told him. There was no room for argument in her tone. She would stay. "Why are you so against letting people near you? I've known you were on board this ship, but you've had no interaction with anyone. You seem normal enough, so what exactly makes you feel the need to seclude yourself like this. Surely you can't be that dangerous?" She was curious about this man. He seemed normal, so why was he alone all the time like her? Surely there must be a reason.

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[Karenth Marr]

"Leave now, if he is here to help survivors than you need to leave else you will die. Now get out of here." He closed his eyes and waited for her to leave, he was done talking and he would remain here as he had no reason to leave. Her pestering was only annoying him anyways, and he would be annoyed if she persisted. @[member="Miarta"]

 

[Miarta]

Miarta growled and stalked to the door. "If they're looking for survivors... I won't leave you here." She said simply before exitting the room. Once in the hallway she looked around, searching for whoever was on board the ship. She kept her vibrosword in her hand as she searched, wouldn't do to be unarmed if the intruder was really an enemy. @[member="Karenth Marr"]
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[Karenth Marr]

Karenth sealed the door and looked at the moaning man before grabbing the saber he owned, the only weapon he ever carried and ignited it, the glow black from a blackened crystal he had found long ago, it was something that he thought fit his past and future. Walking with slow and short strides he stabbed the blade through the man's heart and just watched as the life in him drained from his eyes until the man was dead before going back to the center of the room and sitting with the saber off again. @[member="Miarta"]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

As he walked further into the bowels of the seemingly empty vessel, suddenly lights were turned on around him, down along the corridor. It was as if he was lead towards a specific destination. Perhaps there were people still aboard this ship? He stopped and focused for a moment, allowing the Force to seek out any nearby presences - any Force signatures. In his mind he saw it - two of them, not far from his location. Opening his eyes, he set off in their direction, letting the Force guide the way through the now lit hallways of the derelict vessel. As he neared their position, he readied himself for the worst; these may be Sith, or belong to any other dark order out there. On the flipside, they may very well be Jedi. He would soon find out.

He kept a steady pace, and as he turned the last corner he was greeted by the sight of a woman clad in dark robes and wielding what looked like a vibrosword. He could tell it wasn't a lightsaber, at the very least. She had her back turned to him, and at first he hesitated calling out to her. His fears soon settled once he found that she was not a follower of Bogan, but of Ashlan. She was of the Light Side. Reassured by her intentions, Thurion casually walked towards her while gently inquiring: "Hello, Miss? Are you hurt, do you need help?"

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[Miarta]

"No I'm fine, both of us are. Though you may have some trouble convincing the other guy to come out." She replied, turning to face Thurion. Her hood was down but her black mask was still in place. Though her red skin and glowing yellow eyes clearly marked her as a Sith pureblood. She tilted her head for minute before looking to the Jedi again. "If you have a bandage I'd appreciate it, but that's all I need." @[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] @[member="Karenth Marr"]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

As the masked woman mentioned the other person on the other side of the door, he glanced towards it for a moment before returning his gaze to meet hers. He'd never seen such eyes before, and coupled with her crimson skin he had few ideas as to how to discern her species. From what he could see she lacked the appropriate tattoos to be considered a Zabrak, and there were no protrusions from her scalp. It puzzled him for a moment, but soon he dismissed his thoughts as it really didn't matter what her origins were or who she was; she was in need of help, and he was there to help. Simple as that. Reaching behind his back he pulled out a pack of bandages from one of the pouches of his utility belt. "Here, take this. I have a few more should you need them", he said as he tossed it her way. His attention was then turned to the closed door, or rather the person on the other side of it. He knocked on it a few times so that the person would be aware of him being there.

"Excuse me, can you hear me? Are you hurt, do you need help?" There was no answer. He leaned in and put his ear against the smooth surface, trying to hear any sounds from within. Perhaps the person was too scared to respond? Thurion turned to the woman patching herself up. "Have you spoken to him? Do you know him?"

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[Miarta]

"He shoved me out the door when he found out you were here. He doesn't seem to trust himself around other people." She replied as she quickly wrapped the bandage around her burnt hand. She didn't even flinched at the fabric was pulled tight over her wound. She was no stranger to pain, minor things like this didn't even bother her anymore. "If you're confuse about my race, which I'm guessing you are by the puzzled look you had for a few moments upon seeing me, perhaps I'll tell you later, provided we're all still alive."

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