Big and Bad

[Tathra Khaeus]

Astrian Callus, the Confederacy Master Templar and Councilor had turned a new leaf and had now become a member of the One Sith. Branded Darth Nexus and given the Mark of the Order upon his chest, marking one of the largest scars he received in his past as an experiment. Now, he stood before [member="Darth Praelior"] who had offered to craft his new armour into something else entirely. He had brought along a selection of datacrons for her to choose from. He remembered her face, he had met her before. But now he realized she was Sith. Like he was now, a Sith Lord. Tall and strong like her, however she stood a few inches taller than he did. However, soon he would discover the strength of the Czar and would become bigger than she was as he was confident he already dwarfed her strength. He stood in silence at her side as they both had just entered the room. He stood there, in the skin tight terentatek body glove that he would wear beneath the alchemised armour that he would soon dawn once there business was finished. However, he awaited his companion to begin the procedure, as he merely had a basic understanding of alchemy.

The room the stood in was dark, and the walls were stacked with shelves that were stacked with strange artifacts and potions. It was dimly lit in a green aura and the armour was laid out on a metal table. He had had it forged not long ago before he returned to known space and reappeared in the real world. His spirit tainted by the Darkside and forever held in its grip. His eyes had grown red and brighter yellow with hate. A fury to be saw in his eyes was a fury to behold, his face was clean. Recently shaved and his body was in top condition, he had no plans of letting himself go. Or dying without a weapon in his hands, his eyes lingered over the armour and then wondered to Darth Praelior. He remained silent, his thoughts were his own and he rarely spoke without any purpose. He clenched his fists impatiently as he awaited to begin the process of alchemising his equipment. His plans were to retrieve the armour in exchange for copies of the Datacrons and then construct a new lightsaber. After that, he had no plans but was certain the One Sith would point him in the right direction.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

Balaya stood there while she looked upon the armor and the datacrons. the man who had been with her searching for a dragon was here now coming home as it were to the sith. Somewhere he belonged while she looked down at the eight year old on her heels. "Elara pick one of them for yourself." She looked at the small apprentice and then turned to the armor and spoke. "You do realize enhancing and strengthening armor that is already formed is harder but not impossible. Just means we're going to need a great deal more blood to use in the ritual."

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

"I am aware of this, yes." He spoke. His eyes unmoving from the armour, a moment of silence passed before he brought his wrist up to [member="Darth Praelior"]'s line of sight. "How much do you need?" He offered his own, those who do not bleed for what they take do not own it at all. He would endure whatever pain he had to today to pass that on to others in the future. The present was nothing more than a choice, the future was the truth. The past, the knowledge and knowledge is power. This was the only present truth, the only one he would ever need. The one truth he would live by for all of his life.

His eyes lingered on Balaya for little more than a moment. He studied her, the way she moved and spoke. She lived a lie, like most Sith. Like all, Jedi. They believed in chaos or peace, death or life. He believed in truth, and there was little truth to either of their ideologies. However, most Sith were blind fools. He admitted he was judgemental at times, perhaps he was too hard on Balaya, it was possible she was one of few whom looked past words. He had yet to discover this, but he may soon.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

[member="Darth Nexus"]

Balaya was moving and looking upon the armor as she backed and Elara moved away. "Strip it off and we shall begin going to work." Her energies were in her body, slowly and focused while she let the energy in her armor hum with her own powers. She might not be to the levels of Valik and Rave but she was one who made weapons for the Blackblades using her masters teachings since she was an apprentice forging an emperors blade when she was still a knight along with sithspawn. Now she was standing here in her prime as a magician and alchemist, she had the knowledge and the power to aid the one sith.

"Come on." Standing with a small look on her face while she took her gloves off and started working on a fire, something she could keep going with the help of Elara. Something hot and ready to work on the armor and construct it, heat it up until it was white hot and ready to be molded just like Krag's armor had been setup. She woul use the blood and rituals to strengthen it, to make everything about the armor stronger and further tie it towards the darkside of the force. "Elara keep the fires going as hot as possible. We will make this armor."

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

It was a good thing that Nexus had brought the armour designs with him. Now, more skilled craftsmen could construct it exactly as he wished. However, first he had to dismantle ever piece down. The armour could be taken apart very slowly, it was a delicate procedure, however sure enough Nexus was able to deconstruct it without flaw. Which, led to him presenting the armour in its simplest form. It came in several different pieces, this would make the process of smelting and recreating the armour imbued with the darkside a much simpler task. However, Nexus knew very little about it. He watched [member="Darth Praelior"] carefully, hopping to glean new knowledge from it.