Back from the Dead

[TI-34]

The first photons of daylight were barely gleaming over the distant horizon as Jack crept slowly from the shadowy monolith, carrying upon his shoulder the preserved corpse of Eric the traitor. He struggled to carry the limp body out of the door before silently moving out of the graveyard and to a speeder. As he approached, he plopped what was left of his old leader onto the speeder and took off towards the meeting point.

As the sunlight finally let out its fierce fluorescent glow over the grassy landscape, touching everything save for the entrance of a single building upon the open prairie, Jack stepped off the speeder and grunted as he lifted the body. Meeting with a cloaked individual at the door and handing off his preserve friend before turning to the speeder and returning with a briefcase of 10,000 credits.

Jack watched as an individual grabbed [member="Deadeye"] and carried him into the darkness before hearing the miserable thud of the body hitting whatever vessel he was to be ressurected on. With a bad but desperate feeling of grief, Jack climbed aboard his speeder, leaving the Occult to handle what was left of his long dead friend.

 

[Salis]

There were only so many truly interesting jobs that Salis had been on, from the sound of it, this would be one of them. She had spent a fair amount of time as a Sith, learning, growing, fighting. And today was one of the days where the more unusual of those skills might actually come of use. There was something she was going to have to do, to help with, that went much deeper then merely fighting with a lightsaber or striking something with force lightning. A ritual she was going to take part in, and in return, would be paid.

It would be an interesting experience no doubt, but she was still wary as she closed in on where she was required to go. She wore her usual armor, but with most of the helmet off. Just the rebreather covering her mouth, and a hood over her white hair, she was armed of course, and since it was already going to be known she was a former sith, she wore the whole robe over her armor, and had her saber hooked to her belt much more visibly then it normally would be.

Time for things to get interesting.

[member="Mad Jack"]

 

[Rowin Taff]

Location: Unknown​

Reasoning: Bring someone back to being havoc again.​

Tags: [member="Mad Jack"] l [member="Salis"]​

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Some would call this a job or a service. Soloman reasoning was not this. He was going to bring someone back to life simply because it would create more chaos and to him that sounded so much better than any amount of credits these people could or most likely would offer him. Cloaked as always in his hood his face would be hidden deep within. No one would be able to see it beyond yellow piercing eyes. As usual when he was within the galaxy he wished to not be seen in full.

Soloman hadn't had to bring someone back in some time however his time with the anubians had giving him more insight on how such a ritual could be performed better than his own savage old ways from what he had originally been able to recover from various sources. Looking over the body he could see it's soul had left at least some time ago. Still he stood waiting to be told what they had in preparation for bringing the man's spirit close enough to move it to his body.

 

[Mauda]

Rain fell from the sky and blanketed the peaceful flora. A vast portion of the surface under the cloud allowed the rain a free passage to the ground where it could deliver its life-seeding moisture. But a very small piece of this surface was covered, trampled upon. Under the boots of a dark figure, no moisture could preserve the surrounding life. The being to whom the boots belong pulled the colour from the life around him.

And now he was here to do the opposite.

Orex stood outside the small hole of a building. His Mask dripped with water, so too the other half of his exposed face. He rarely saw tranquility, and every time he did, it pulled on him. Pulled his mind to that state of blissful peace. But he rejected it. Frowned upon it. It was not a good thing nor was it useful. He was here to complete a task. And he would do so. A vocoded inhale passed through his Mask as he reached his hand to the door and pushed it open.

Orex's boots traversed from the doorway, deep into the hidden cove with resounding thuds. The Dark Side resonated with tangible thickness, and Orex fed on it, savoured it. Finally, he emerged from the darkness into the dim light of the meeting room. A corpse lay upon a table, surrounded by a cloaked figure and..

Her.

Orex's wrist flexed, but he remained relatively motionless. He gazed directly at [member="Salis"], his exposed eye exuding solemn rage. He pulled his stare from the Sith and brought it to the corpse upon the table. He was here for a resurrection. Evidently, this cadaver was the subject. Orex was learned enough on Sith Alchemy to have a rudimentary understanding of Dark Side Necromancy. Such feats were rarely achieved and he knew that could hardly do it himself. That explained the presence of the others. Before he spoke, he quickly formed an idea of what he could do. When it came to Life, Orex held the reigns.

"I am drawn here out of curiosity. Nothing else. Once this is done, I will leave"

He returned his gaze to Salis,

"Without conflict."

[member="Soloman"]
[member="Salis"]
[member="Mad Jack"]
[member="Deadeye"]

 

[Salis]

Salis glanced at [member="Soloman"], a strange individual, but not one she bothered to make any comments towards. However, there was a presence soon that was all to familiar. One she'd run into before on far less amicable situations, [member="Orex Mauda"]. She saw him enter, and caressed the blade at her side, as a smile formed underneath the rebreather, the desire for things to get heated was tangible. She'd fought with him twice before, but neither time had either truly succeed in full. Well arguably. But she had greatly enjoyed it either way, not so much his attacks on her friend Mike V'Trechen, but the fight itself. That was splendid.

She could see and feel his hate as he saw her, but he did not engage. Her smile slowly vanished. Oh well. Here for the same reason I am I suppose. Guess he isn't to interested in finishing our squabble. she thought. He did however speak, curiosity he claimed. Last time they'd interacted he was on a search as well, for a holocron. This man sure seemed to have a constant surge for knowledge, that part she could respect, and his power, actually. There was no ill will on her side except his attacks on her friend. She enjoyed fighting and he gave her that.

His next comment was though aimed at her, and dashed her hopes of a fight, at least for the most part, "Now why'd you have to go and break my heart like that?" she asked in the most playful tone possible with a rebreather covering her mouth, she let out an exaggerated sigh, "Oh well, if that's how you want it to be."

[member="Orex Mauda"]
[member="Soloman"]
[member="Mad Jack"]