Death is only a Gateway.... (PM to Join)

[Saran Drast]

It had been weeks sense Saran had truly slept. Not that she hadn't gone to bed in weeks. She had, every night. But every night, without fail, she had the same nightmare. And she couldn't ignore it any longer. It wouldn't let her go.



The black figure stood tall, laughing. His hood seemed impenetrable, a wall of darkness. A silver saber burned in one hand. A red blade in the other. She saw the world behind him flash, from Coruscant to Hapes to Bothuwai to Tatooine, and finally to what seemed like a mining facility. He swung at her. The blade cut through her body without touching her, but struck her heart. She fell, clutching her bleeding chest. His voice echoed in her head.

They will all fall, and you will be first.



Every night, every time she tried to sleep, she heard those words. No matter what happened. No matter how much she tried to keep it out. No matter where she went. She couldn't sleep. When she had told Jacobs, he had said one thing in reply. "Just tell me where to go."

"What about you?"

"Whatever it takes to help you, I'll do. Tell me where to go."

And she had. They had gone to Korriban. Dromund Kaas. Ossus. Tython. Anywhere she thought would help. Even Alpheridies. But nothing helped. The nightmare never stopped. And through it all, Jacobs never questioned her. Never left her side. He was always there, always ready to do what he could to help the knight. No matter what happened.

And then, one night, something changed. The dream had something new. A pair of symbols echoed through the dream. When she told Jacobs them, he seemed overjoyed. According to him, they were hyperspace coordinates. And now, they had a heading. A location to get to.

But Saran wouldn't go. Not yet. She needed someone to help. She couldn't face him alone. And the only place she thought to go was the place she had never gone. She didn't know why. She just felt like it was the only place she could go right now.

Zeltros.

[member="Enigma"]

Spoiler

Ok, so here it is. Anyone who wants to join and isn't tagged above, there are two basic rules that I will require anyone to follow.

1. No party infighting. I know everybody and their brother on here will want to attack/try and capture Circe/Enigma. But if that's why you want to show up, then please don't waste time by asking.
2. Please don't ask to join if Saran won't trust you. Basically, she can't pay for a mercenary to come, and anyone she doesn't know or has had a bad experience with won't be invited. And the villain will be an NPC, so that role is taken, and no one else knows about him before this.

 

[Onrai]

Zeltros.

The planet itself was most familiar to the Sith Lady - at one point, she had interrupted the Moross Crusade member known as Soliael(though she of course never met him during the course of that misadventure, and had no idea who he was) during his attempt to start a Technobeast outbreak - but the best part was that she had saved the planet. And she definitely enjoyed them being in her debt. Maybe she would set a factory up there.

Regardless, the presence of the nearby woman seemed very familiar, and as such, Circe went to greet her. "Well... look who it is..."

[member="Saran Drast"]

 

[Saran Drast]

Saran had been sitting in a corner, as Jacobs tried to get her to buy them drinks. He tried so hard to convince her to do it, finally deciding to buy them himself. As they came, Saran's head snapped to the approaching [member="Enigma"]. "I thought you'd show up here." Her face lit up for the first time sense the nightmares started. Circe was a sight for sore Force Sight. "I need some help with something. I'm going to something that's on the edge of the Galaxy, something that's been haunting me. And I need your help." Her face seemed hopeful, almost pleading to the woman.
[member="Harrip"] [member="Regor Laxvan"]

 

[Harrip]

Harrip walked in his master's shadow. Or at least he tried as best he could, though being taller than his master made it difficult to stay in her shadow. But even so, he would follow, it was his destiny to obey this woman. Wherever she would go, whatever she would do he was bound to follow. It was not an ideal existence, but then his life had not been one full of joy and fortune anyways. Misadventure appeared to be his closest associate and he hated it.... the fact that it had never claimed him. The one time he had died, he had tasted the paradise of death only to have it taken away from him. Why was this life so determined to make him miserable? But no matter, there was another woman. A stranger to him.

He sniffed quietly, not wanting to disturb his master and this friend by the sound of it. He didn't know this person. Harrip wondered where she came from, what her plans were, and the relationship between this being and his master, whether it be friend or foe. He stayed quiet and tried to avoid attracting attention to himself, that was not his role. He was a servant to his master's whim, even though she had said that he was to be treated as a sentient. He had never tested it, having assumed that this master was like his first master. Manipulative. Willing to use him for anything that she wanted. Sith were Sith, he had not seen any change in the Sith he had met all those years ago and the Sith he met today.

She spoke of being haunted. Dreams? She needed help. Well Harrip would help where he could. That was one thing he always knew, Sith or no Sith, he was a helpful person. The young lady said the edge of the galaxy. Where exactly? His master had not told him exactly where they were headed and Harrip had not asked. It was not his right to know everything and everywhere they would go. He was only to obey and follow. He wondered what she needed. Harrip pulled his cloak hood slightly farther over his head. As his hand returned to his side, the hand unconsciously gripped his small necklace in an infinitely careful hold. He felt soothed by the smooth surface of the crystal in the necklace. There was nothing special about it, but it was calming to Harrip, to hold something that he had attached emotional value to. It helped clear his head of thoughts and he found that it allowed him to make better judgements for the future. He held the crystal for a moment longer before letting it fall back against the tainted flesh of his being.

[member="Saran Drast"]
[member="Enigma"]

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regore approached the group, he had heard [member="Saran Drast"] had some kind of troubel and wanted to help his comrade "hello there, i heard you might be in need of some assistance."
He looked at the women and the rakgoull standing behind her wondering why shuce a powefull creature would hide behind the women, he wonderdet if this rakgoul was sentiend like the one he met before.
[member="Enigma"]
[member="Harrip"]

 

[Saran Drast]

Saran noticed [member="Harrip"], but as he seemed to be unwilling to speak, she let the figure be. She didn't recognize it, but she knew that it was with [member="Enigma"], and that was enough for her. However, it would seem the Sith Lady was not the only person approaching her.
[member="Regor Laxvan"]. The man was, in a sense, her commanding officer. The girl had joined an orginazion dedicated to freeing slaves. And this man had founded it. As such, he was her general. "Yes. Are you offering your help?"

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regore smiled under his helmet. "ofchours i am, im always there fore my comrades, if they need it thad is, so wat do you need?"
[member="Saran Drast"]

 

[Saran Drast]

Saran smiled at that. The tired girl turned her head from the group that had gathered around to look at Jacob. "Do you still have it?" She asked. He nodded. Turning back to both [member="Regor Laxvan"] and [member="Enigma"], the Miraluka sighed. "I gave him the hyperspace coordinates. He'll give them to you. Meet me there if you plan to help." With that, the girl slipped out of the booth, and headed for the restrooms.

Jacobs looked from the Sith to the Mercenary. "I don't know how you know Saran, but before I give you these, I need you to promise me something." The man's face was unyielding as he spoke. "Promice to do whatever it takes to make sure she gets out safely."
[member="Harrip"]

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regore lookd a the the man handing him the coordinates "dont worry about thad, i take care of my comrades" he looked at the sith and the rakgoul "i geas i will see you there, or do you need transport?"
[member="Saran Drast"]
[member="Harrip"]
[member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

"We have our own vessel, but thank you, Regor." She smiled. "Come along, Harrip. Let's meet up with Saran and that other at the rendezvous point. I'm curious as to what she'll need protection from..." Circe was curious indeed... She had after all enraptured Saran in the White Current before - she knew what too much energy would do to a Miraluka.

[member="Regor Laxvan"] [member="Saran Drast"] [member="Harrip"]

 

[Harrip]

"Of course, sir." He had recently learned that that was an old term used in respect to leadership, male or female, his mind remembered that often being used back when he had been human and it was a small comfort to use it now. He was wondering himself what this woman would need protection for. He hoped that he could assist in whatever he could, for that was his nature. He wondered at the same time where they would be going, that galaxy was such a large place that he always enjoyed seeing more of it.

[member="Enigma"] [member="Regor Laxvan"] [member="Saran Drast"]

 

[Saran Drast]

Jacobs sighed, sinking down into the booth and downing his recently-arrived drink. Watching the three head of to their ships, he managed a smile. With people this powerful, he wasn't worried about Saran's safety. That was enough for him. Looking up as Saran returned, he rose. "Wanna see if we can beat them there?"
"We won't. They have faster ships than the Zealot."
"You're no fun."
"Sorry..."
He spent the time to program a planet into the Navicomputer to Auto-jump to if need be. "The trip takes up a lot of fuel." He explained to the questioning Saran. "I'm setting it up so that you can press this button to jump. Only, it goes directly to the space of a government we've never seen."
Saran sighed. "Ok. So do we not have more fuel to get back to Republic space?"
He shook his head, and her own lowered into her hands. Jacobs moved beside her. "I'm going to go to bed. See if I can't get some rest. Not that it'll do much." Wrapping an arm around her before she got up, he looked at her.
"There are always other things we could do..." She sighed, and sank back into his arms.
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The location that it lead to was an abandoned mining facility, derelict for millennia. The old hanger bay doors remained open wide, as if inviting the incoming ships to enter into its gaping maw. The dark hanger bay would shut behind the three craft, and slowly pressurized. Once it did, the pair exited the ship and waited as the rest of things hanger came online.

Across the hanger from the rest, an ancient, black ship, worn down by time, sat in the shadows. It seemed to leer out at them, almost taunting. And if Saran knew one thing, it was this:
Someone powerful was here.
[member="Regor Laxvan"] [member="Enigma"] [member="Harrip"]

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regore exited his ARC-130 and used the infrared vision of his helmet to find the others until the lichts came on, he looked at the haunting ship fore a wile before joining the group "so were here wat nowe"
[member="Saran Drast"]
[member="Harrip"]
[member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

"I would assume we get to work." Circe smiled, eager and curious as to what was going on with regards to [member="Saran Drast"] and her desire to come here. "I assume your sight's better than mine when it comes to the Force, Saran... What's so suspicious about that ship?" The Sith Lord herself chose to walk cautiously towards it, expecting something to pop out at her, [member="Harrip"], and [member="Regor Laxvan"] any moment. The most powerful of the quartet, she wanted to get up close and personal with whatever would attempt to assail them.

 

[Saran Drast]

Smiling slightly at [member="Enigma"]' s response, Saran took to explaining the ship from what she knew. "It's ancient, the model dating back about as far as the Zealot here. They were used by some of the most powerful Sith Lords of their time. And the worst part?" She stopped, reaching for the blade on her belt. "It's been here sense the time they were in use." The girl looked between those gathered there. "I don't know who or what awaits us beyond those doors. All I know that it will be dangerous. I won't blame you if you want to leave." She sighed, turned to the man at her elbow. "Jacobs, stay with the ship. I don't want you getting hurt."
"No. I'm not leaving you."
"Is there anything I can say to change your mind?"
"Nope."
Sighing again, she turned back to the others. "I don't know if I anyone's over there."
[member="Regor Laxvan"] [member="Harrip"]

 

[Regor Laxvan]

"a sith you say" regore walked back to his ship fore a few minutes to replaces his blaster whit a slugthrowe, before returning to the group "than i better use this" he shook is head "if i knewe we would have gone up agiens a powerfull sith i should have brougt a spartakles mg" mentening the slugthrower, he cheked his belt fore grenades, anof to some sereus dameges.
[member="Saran Drast"]
[member="Enigma"]
[member="Harrip"]

 

[Harrip]

Harrip listened intently, he knew not of what they could and probably would face, but he was prepared. His body was like a spring wound almost too tight, all his senses were searching around him to locate an enemy before an attack was attempted. His Rakghoul senses were nowhere near as precise or strong as a Force sensitive's but they worked well none the less. The smell was powerful, not of beings, but the Force. It was almost strong enough to choke Harrip, the potency of such Force, the concentration, it was almost too much for him.

"A Sith eh." He thought to himself. He did not fear Sith, or anybody truly. Death had freed him of fear, for the only thing to truly fear is fear itself. "Hmm, maybe I should keep that one. Sounds fairly motivational and could probably be said for many situations." When his mind refocused, he felt nothing but anger. Anger at himself, anger at the Galaxy, anger at the Force, anger.... It was the deepest emotion he had now, the one that was most deeply set. He wished it were not so, but what the Sith had done made sure that he was like that now. His body, an abomination of nature, was the curse of his existence, and after thousands of years all that was truly left was an anger that could obliterate stars, raze galaxies, extinguish universes. There was no end to it. He felt that if his anger were to be released, none would be safe. That was why it was locked up within the vaults of his mind. It was too late now to vent anger, maybe years before he could have, but now he was trapped with it, as he was trapped in the body of a monster. His mind was burned from the inside, for there was no joy that could counterbalance his anger. When he fought, then and only then, would his anger show properly.

[member="Regor Laxvan"]
[member="Saran Drast"]
[member="Enigma"]

 

[Saran Drast]

Something flashed into Saran's vision as she pulled the blade into her hand. "I'm not sure you could move with that." She said to [member="Regor Laxvan"], focusing on the area she had noticed something. "Cassandra, you might want to move back..." She told [member="Enigma"]. As she spoke, she got a moment's glimpse of the enemy. A humanoid that seemed to be swimming in the Dark side. Pulling a silver cylinder from her belt, and sending it darting over to the location with the Force, she activated the crimson blade. It illuminated a small area, but it was enough to show the other's the being. Saran couldn't see it well, the Force seemed to hide it, but the others would be able to spot it now.
[member="Harrip"]

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regore smiled "i could move it, just very slowly"he siad wel aiming his weapon at the nowe found enemy.
[member="Saran Drast"]
[member="Harrip"]
[member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

"What the hell is that..." Circe raised her hands, the arcing energy of Force Lightning passing between her palms as she prepared to electrocute the hell out of whatever the abominable Sith creature was. Whether it was a Sithspawn, a long-preserved Sith Lord, or something else entirely, she wasn't sure. She did know one thing, though: It wanted to harm her friends. And she didn't want that to happen.

Nobody karked with Circe's friends.

[member="Regor Laxvan"] [member="Saran Drast"] [member="Harrip"]