Post: 1.
Location: Bastion.
Objective: Communication.
Relevant Persons: [member="Jairdain"]
The Dark, both darkness itself and the metaphysical concept of the Force, was often fear for what feelings it stirred within the hearts of even the strongest men and women. It brought fears from the depths of their subconsciousness, prevented them from finding distractions to focus upon so as to ignore the whispers of doubt and primal emotion that writhed for their attention. It conjured images of what may be surrounding them, hidden from their perspective. But, the one thing it did that everyone feared the most, was make you think and make you confront who you were. That was why the Dark Side of the Force thrived on emotion; it truly thrived on the person fully accepting themselves. However, when they chose to try and conquer the Dark Side, that was when they lost themselves.
But then, when one walked in the Dark, not tried to control it but lived within its grasps, that did not mean that they were truly as isolated as they may, at first, see themselves as being and that was true for Jairdain also. For even though no physical body stood within the same room as her, she would be able to feel the sensation of sight baring down upon her and the ghost of a breath running along the back of her neck, a breath that did not exist and stirred no hairs upon her skin. As, even though she had lost her link to the Force the same could not be said for the Force Bond between Lykos and Jairdain and, as such, he stood behind her in spirit, a mind projected across space and a weight upon her mind as he twisted his way through the blockage created by the Force Inhibitors through a previously created path into her soul itself.
"How are you today Zireal?" Zireal, the name that Lykos had given Jairdain on Iridonia, the Ul'Zabrak word for Sparrow. "Has sight returned to you yet? Are you ready to see?" The hissing words would fall from none-existent lips as the invisible to all but the mind of Jairdain and spectral form of Lykos would kneel down in front of her. The pressure of a hand resting against her cheek that was not there would register to her senses as he leant in slightly. "The Dark only asks that you feel, that you see the galaxy for what it truly is. I only wish to open your understanding and help you see again." A heavy sigh would rumble within Jairdain's mind before his voice returned. "I must go know, business calls after all. Think on my questions, Zireal."
The weight upon Jairdain's mind would fade as Lykos retreated from the Force Bond.
Location: Orbit above Ord Cestus.
Objective: Neutralise the Force Hunters.
Allies: Ascendancy.
Enemies: Whoever gets in the way.
A single, slightly glowing amber eye would snap open as Lykos' consciousness returned to its physical shell, bones creaking slightly from the time he had been kneeling in one place as he pushed his body up into a standing position. Groaning beneath his breath slightly as sore muscles stretched uncomfortably, taking the luxury to do so knowing that only his Hand could possible see or hear him do so, Lykos turned and pulled on his standard, black robe over the leather plate armour he wore and the weapons that adorned his form. Pulling the cowl of the robe up as he did so, casting his face into shadows so that only his chin could be seen, Lykos span and exited the small chambers that served as sleeping quarters for himself upon the small, Stygium-Cloaked Interceptor.
Stepping into the cockpit, Lykos settled into the unoccupied seat before turning to stare at the woman that was currently piloting the Interceptor down through the atmosphere of Ord Cestus. Tiae'kheta Bhenjwa, also known as Darth Gvibir, was a human woman that he had taken into his service on Queyta, stealing her away from the Jedi and assisting her in realising her full potential; potential that the Jedi would have seen destroyed as they would have sought to extinguish the flames of passion that burnt just as hot at the very flames that had scarred her and taught her true pain. Since that day, she had served as his loyal Hand, his agent to use as he saw fit, his Loyal Shadow.And, during that time, she had picked up some of his habits, particularly the habit of using false personalities nearly all of the time.
The pair of them were currently descending towards the surface of Ord Cestus with the purpose of preventing the Force Hunters from re-activating the Jedi Killer droids that could be found on the planets surface and turning them against the Sith. However, just because that was his official goal, that did not mean that his intentions were solely that. He was going to be attempting to, rather simply, obtain the Blood of these Force Hunters through whatever means necessary while Gvibir had been tasked with obtaining the archaic schematics and information of the Jedi Killer droids.
"ETA?" Lykos's gruff voice would suddenly break the silence between Master and Hand, emotionless and stoic as he focused on the here and now of what they were going to be doing, serious and prepared. "10 minuets." Gvibri's soft, almost doll-like voice would respond almost immediately.
Silence would once more fall within the cockpit as neither party saw it fit to speak.
