Dim and Indestinctive

[Helios]

The Eldorai shivered under the cool caress of the night wind as it invaded the compass of his wardrobe which consisted of his usual dark leather garbs albeit under a black hooded cloak. Unable to keep from the spectral embrace of the chill brought about by the dismissal of the planet's singular sun, Helios marched under the scrutiny of a quadruple set of moons overseeing his every move. The brushing of long fingers against pallor skin cleared the Sith Lord's vision of stray hair, drawing an unguarded noise past his lips as his ochre eyes landed on [member="Jacen Cavill"] ahead. The rumble of distant thunder rolled even through Rhuza as the war cry of a storm gathered within his very chest as each step flexed muscles in his body, as if impassioned by only the vibrations dispelled from the sounds.

Slowing his pace, Rhuza contemplated on the purpose of he and his comrade's journey to this planet. The information needed for this day was bountiful, but a closer inspection would soon need execution and the efficacy of the mind could only grant so much, even with the Force. Raising a wary eyebrow, Rhuza eyed Jacen. His presence was as shrunken as his own, although possibly moreso. As he came within close proximity of him Rhuza could feel the rip and pull of nail and joint- swollen and bruised lips grappling for dominance, one against the other, as the oddly dual presence of the two temporarily rippled in the Force. The Darkside seemed most ungracious under current circumstances. Rhuza lifted his right arm to grab a hold of Jacen's own.

"Greetings, Darth Kyrptus." Rhuza started. "Shall we begin?"

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

She was far smaller than either of her companions, a petite little thing that had always counted on her appearance for the element of surprise. Most found it unlikely something so unassuming was capable of so much sin. Dressed in a dark bodysuit, black hair framing a delicate face, she stopped next to the men.

Their intentions had come on whispers, the grapevine of the One Sith unable to resist word of conquest. Matsu was capable of a very particular brand of destruction, a ranged fighter that could protect her own and destroy her opponents at once. Though over the years she’d become ice rather than fire, she relished the chance to cut a path of destruction, to leave a world a smoking wreck behind her.

Their signatures were muted as her own, though the strange temperance of the darkside made her interjection tempestuous, a kaleidoscopic tripping that took a moment to blend with theirs, a riot of color before dissolution. Had she time, she would have stopped to contemplate something so elegant. “Hope you don’t mind if I tag along,” she said quietly, tipping her face to look up at Kingpriest.

[member="Rhuza Kingpriest"] | [member="Jacen Cavill"]​

 

[Jacen Cavill]

[member="Rhuza Kingpriest"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"]

Hours earlier...

Onderon orbit, in the Scion training room.

"Gravity to twice that of Serenno." Chalk fell from his hands, hanging in the ait. It danced and bounced against the light in the dimly lit room. Rough hands met cool steel, and he quickly slid under the bar. Adjusting his shoulders under the bar, his core and spinus erectus muscles tightened as he adjusted his feet. Jacen exhaled quickly, then stood up. Taught muscle glistened with sweat his reflection a testament to his training. Vanity wasn't one of his sins, this was his meditation.

Cavill used perfect form as he squatted to the bottom, his glutes nearly touching his Achilles tendons. This motion repeated itself five more times, strain evident on his face. Temptation was ever present to use the force, but he refused to augment his abilities. No, here in the training room he was stripped down to just himself. Racking bar again, he walked away for a moment to wipe his face off. In here he was just a man, but a man honing the monster within.

"Only two more hours...Yay." Walking back to the bar, his voice echoed off the walls again. "Three times normal gravity."

Present time

Onderon

Clad head to toe in his signature armor, he adjusted the pair of gauntlets he wore with it. Moridin's kinetic gauntlet, and the gauntlet of Kreshh the younger hummed with dark energy. His crimson cape blew in the wind, along with his onyx hair. Daesumnor hung off his belt along with a pair of lightsabers. "Glad to see you both. Kill everyone. Our escape plan has already been formed."

Nihlus mask was place against his face, and power flowed into him

There was much to be done this day.

 

[Helios]

Alert threatened to swarm Rhuza's senses as he heard the footsteps of a newcomer, but his energy soon subsided as he recognized the figure to be [member="Matsu Xiangu"]. He couldn't quite place his finger on it but his spirits seemed to lift when she was around- a complete contrast for her enemies, Rhuza presumed. How she got here and how she knew, were two questions the Eldorai failed to challenge. There were few secrets within the One Sith with intentions such as these that remained classified. A mental shrug rolled the insignificant thought over as his pitch lips parted, revealing ivory teeth under a Cheshire smile.

"Of course not Darth Yaomo." Rhuza said smoothly. "The strength of a duo is now folded into a calamitous trio."

Rhuza found little guilt in the impending actions of the three present. Actually, none at all- for he could never deny the immoral pleasure he found in death and chaos. His thoughts were a tainted fantasy, utterly euphoric, raising the speed of his breath as he looked to [member="Jacen Cavill"] as he spoke- spilling sandy blond hair over his chest during the motion.

"Likewise." The Sith Lord returned. "Well then. Without further adieu, let us relocate."

Rhuza's emotions, unlike most of his mortal spirit were still strong and tangible. Like a swoop racer preparing for a championship race, racked by frenzied nervousness and pressure, Rhuza found himself in a similar pre-game mindset albeit fewer butterflies. By now it was routine, but not yet boring. Impossibly he could already feel the empowerment of the trio's imminent work, life held in the grasp of beings whom would close their hands into fists, coldly extinguishing the light of those whom would seek to stall their course. Were they mad for their plans? Creatures unaccustomed to the ways of the Darkside did not have the right to question them. Here, at this moment, would be the only calm the trio would share for perhaps hours. Here as they shared gazes with eyes as deep, as dark as the pitiless recesses of the other's lost soul. Was that what drove them into such delirium at the thought of carnage? The shared anguish of equal powers? Knowing those whom were untutored would never understand? He supposed that was it. His pondering would have to resume at a later time.

Their location finally showed it's relevance when a trap door suddenly burst open with a heavy bang as the metallic door struck the concrete. The man under it seemed oblivious of the noise, though it bothered Rhuza deeply.

"Oy. Who's the girlie?" The man was dirty and at the sight of Matsu his eyes seemed to bulge before he pulled his clawed hand back and made his posture powerless- realizing the danger he was in. He was covered in rags that looked as if he were attempting to hide his weight or lack thereof. Dirt covered his face and his smiled revealed rotten teeth tucked into black gums. "Ah, never mind. This ways safe, real safe! For real!" The man pulled himself out of the hole with his forearms and knees, unashamed of his evident struggle. Rhuza reached into his cloak and withdrew a handful of credits before tossing them to him. Spice addicts were untrustworthy and in the case of earning enough cash to score multiple hits, even deceitful- but Rhuza had no other choice for entrances besides storming the gates and it's turrets. Scavengers of this variety were few and far between but even Onderon housed them. They'd wondered the streets all their life and had seen nearly everything the cities had to offer. If Rhuza were capable of pity he would show it.

"Thank you Mr. Bond, thank you! I did real good, I swear!"

And with his parting statement executed he hobbled into the distance and left the three to their business. Casting a final cursory glance around the area Rhuza looked at Matsu and held out a gentleman's hand.

"After you, m'lady."