Excuse Me? Yes i used to be an Emperor.

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Moridin was quite finished actually, he felt he had sufficiently informed Silencia of everything going on. Now came the hard part, he would have to recover and head back to Byss. Unluckily for him he did not have all eternity to spend here on Onderon. He needed to get the ball rolling, and more importantly he needed to secure his holdings. Now that he was no longer Emperor several people would be coming after him, chief among them would probably be the Jedi. Several weeks back Moridin had murdered their Grandmaster, something they would probably frown upon.

“I have told all I have to tell Silencia.” Moridin said with a smirk as he watched the woman. He assumed that she would be returning to Kuat. He wondered how she managed to remain undetected all this time. Kuat was no in the center of Republic space, a dangerous place for a Sith Lord.

Silently Moridin looked over at Quietus and smirked slightly. The next few days would be interesting to say the least, he had not seen Quietus in some time and he was sure the two of them would be spending some hours together. “I'm sure ill find some way to entertain myself here.”

 

[Quietus]

Indeed, Silencia eyed him as she rose from her seat. A very diplomatic sort of smile founds its way into her expression, and there in it perhaps he found an answer to his internal curiosity. She gave the man a knowing look as she strode around the back of his chair, stopping at his right side to lean down. The Sith Mistress' hand snaked its way to his shoulder and there it settled to give him a strong squeeze. The Master of Mind's will was quite strong, he knew, so it wasn't overly difficult to wonder just how she had remained undetected amidst the growing presence of Jedi around her stronghold and home.

Hovering at his shoulder, Silencia's gaze lingered on him before glancing to Quietus. She smirked, amused, and bent down to plant a tender kiss on his cheek, squeezing his shoulder as she did so, I'm sure you will. The sensation left behind by her lips was warm and electric and lingered even as she straightened and stepped away.

Mind your temper, child.

Quietus, who had until then been sitting with her forehead cradled in her left hand, suddenly blinked away the haze that had formed over her eyes. A glimpse of anger flared across them as she shook her head and watched after her grandmother. Silent words playing privately in her thoughts. Kuat wasn't the only planet to now be under the domain of someone other than the Sith. Her days as Beastia had ended eons ago with the Gulag Virus, though she couldn't help but return to the place she called home even if it would never be the same. The flame-haired Elder spared her a final momentary look before taking her leave, red and gold robes sweeping along at her feet.

Qui's gaze wavered slightly as she gave her head another shake, looking rather more pale than she ever had, and slightly sick too.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Moridin waited for Silencia to leave, feeling slightly childish as she did. The Dreadlord stared straight ahead for a few seconds as if a deer caught in head lights. He couldn't help but feel he had just been the butt of a joke between Silencia and Quietus...though the former looked as though she was about to throw up. The Dreadlord peered at her for a few seconds, and then down at his plate which now stood empty.

Surprisingly the Dreadlord felt quite a bit better already, though he was no where near even half his strength. He smirked slightly, and then stood up from the table. He made his way over to Quietus quite slowly. He had not been to Halcyon citadel in nearly two centuries. The place was quite beautiful, the architecture was similar to that of his palace on Byss, though far more ornate. As he made his way over to Quietus his boots clicked against the stone floor. Once he was besides her he squatted at her side placing himself at eye level with the woman.

“So Des, how have the centuries treated you?” Moridin said the words with a warm smile, as though he was genuinely curious...an odd thing coming from a Sith lord.

 

[Quietus]

Quietus

Eyes livened by a mixture of emotions followed the movements of the Dreadlord as he stalked his way around the room. Fear absent as ever, it was with curiosity along with anger, frustration and even a bit of sadness there, evident right on the surface. Quietus was not her grandmother, nor even her mother at that. She was more often than not an open book, easily legible for all the world to see. She didn't mind others knowing her feelings, as honesty had always been the best policy with her, but generally she kept herself in check much better than this.

She watched him kneel beside her and felt a frown pull at her lips. How had the last several centuries treated her? Well that was one hell of a question. The Gulag Virus had wiped out damn near everyone she'd ever known. Volden had fallen, her mother and brothers lost, every single person she had ever known on Onderon - gone. Even the beasts ... her precious pets had suffered greatly. They were still around, of course, and their populations had grown again once the Gulag Virus had cleared, but things simply weren't the same. She'd lost her home, her family, her people. Silencia was really all she had left of her past. That and this old citadel.

The silent woman suddenly smiled, shrugged, and shook with an unsounded bout of laughter, I am still alive... That was all that really mattered, right? Humor was much easier than sadness and covered it up well enough. She reached over with her right hand to touch at the man's face and play at his hair, though it was all rather half-hearted for her.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Moridin watched her, and even though he wasn't the greatest at communicating he could clearly see that Quietus was troubled. Although he hadn't seen her in literal centuries The Dreadlord remembered her well enough to see that she was troubled, at least for a few moments. He watched her, and then she broke out in silent laughter after her voice ran through his head. He smiled slightly, though it seemed to be a more sympathetic smile than anything else.

He reached out and grabbed Quietus, sliding one hand behind her back and another beneath her legs. She would likely object to this, perhaps hit him or thrash him with the force thought at this moment he didn't particularly care. Moridin grabbed her, and lifted her from her seat using the force to guide and balance him. With Quietus in arms the Dreadlord made his way towards the balcony of the dining hall, taking himself and the slender woman out into the open air.

“And how long has it been since you've truly lived?” Moridin said as he walked to the edge of the balcony and gently placed her on the railing in front of him(She would be facing him with her back to the city...or whatever you can see from the balcony). The Dreadlord stared at her, a smirk on his face.

 

[Quietus]

Quietus

Perhaps a long time ago she might've lashed out. Force knew how many noses she'd broken in her youth. But hundreds of years tended to make one accepting of things or perhaps more willing to go with them. Aside from a look of surprise as she was so easily hoisted from her seat, the Beastia casually went along for the ride, content to see where it might take her. The veranda of course was a good choice. Beyond the balcony the jungles were teeming with the nightlife of beasts. The songs of the creatures carried easily on the warm evening breeze and lingered in the untamable black locks surrounding her face. Quietus grasped the carved stone railing beneath her with her hands and sat perched where he placed her, leaning on her left arm. Her smile was still there, but it was so obviously sad she might as not even wear it at all.

A long time, her telepathic answer came after a few moments of thought. She canted her head to one side as she looked at him, wondering if he might seem different from another angle. He didn't. So long I'd almost forgotten my name like all the rest of the galaxy. But then here you are. She narrowed her eyes at him, how long for you?

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

“Weeks ago.” The Dreadlord said recalling his battle with the Grandmaster. That was how Moridin truly lived, through battle he gained strength and life. His battle with the Grandmaster of the Jedi had truly been something to remember. “Though I suspect my idea of living is far removed from yours”

Moridin peered at her with genuine sympathy on his face, he cared for her a great deal surprisingly. Among the Sith it was uncommon to care for anything, much less one another. The Dreadlord placed a hand on Quietus' chin, tilting her head up so that her eyes met his own. He looked at her, trying to understand some of her sadness. The Dreadlord had never been one to be sad about anything, even when he had been stuck in chaos he had been filled with rage and indignation not depressed. He simply could not understand, though he cared enough for Quietus to try.

“Yours is a name I could never forget.” Moridin said stating the simple truth. There were only a few people that had passed through Moridins life to merit him remembering them, Quietus was very high up on that list and their time together even more so.

He tried to think of a way to cheer her up, he tried to call back to their time together. Although it had been short, he remembered it well. It had been spent traveling across the galaxy with her and her grandmother, seeking out different peoples and different worlds. An idea came to his mind, and once again he smiled slightly. “Come back with me to Byss.”

Just as he made the offer he kissed her lips, not letting her give him an answer just yet.

 

[Quietus]

Quietus

The woman's reaction was somewhat delayed by the boldness of the move, and she lingered in the kiss, allowing Moridin to cozy up to her before turning her face away from it. She did not outwardly push the man away or give him any indication she didn't want him near, but seemed to need a second to reflect on things. Even though it had been literal centuries since she'd been in his company the man's presence was oddly familiar, which in turn made it also oddly comforting. Even though their few short months traveling the galaxy together had been during a time of great flux and unrest it was still history, and pleasant history at that. She'd engaged in one of her favorite pastimes with him: exploration and travel, so aside from the disturbing and dangerous environment they'd forged through it had been a good time. A good experience.

Quietus breathed easily, turning her face back towards his own to nuzzle against it and swim in his scent. She hadn't been to Byss since returning him there that long time ago. It had been a wasteland then, though she couldn't speak for the planet now. Much had changed everywhere. And what would I do on Byss? She looked at him, thoughts lingering back to nights spent alone with the man. She wouldn't mind a replay of whatever it was they shared then, but such things wouldn't keep her there for long.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

“Anything you wanted.” Moridin said quietly with a smile on his face. He was a confident man, and he could feel that Quietus would be leaving with him by the end of his recovery. Byss was currently in a state of turmoil, the planet was not under any authority and Moridin had not been present to reign on the world for almost a year now. The paradise world was just beginning to rebuild, with a fraction of the population that it once held. Moridin knew this, and in order to re-forge his throne world he would need to be on Byss...or at the very least near it.

Moridin had plans obviously, He had not mentioned half of them to Silencia for a reason. The Path ahead of him would be difficult, filled with blood and danger. Having Quietus with him, if only for a time would keep him stable, grounded in reality. “I don't expect you to stay forever, but at least for a time we could enjoy each others company....”

He paused for a few seconds, and began to softly stroke her hair holding her close to him. As the next few seconds passed Moridin looked out into the jungle and then spoke again.

“...Just as we did so long ago.” There was a pleasant soothing tone to Moridin's voice, as if he genuinely wanted this to happen.

 

[Quietus]

Simple. Had her life really become so simple? Abandon everything for an adventure. She supposed perhaps it had been that way for a while. She'd spent the entirety of the Gulag Virus' reign pining for what had once been so long ago. Her home, her people, her namesake. She couldn't have it back, no matter how badly she wanted it. At least not now.

She'd been clinging to an empty hope, but what she would find on Byss was certainly questionable. It wouldn't be so bad, she supposed. Helping Moridin achieve his own goals would keep her busy for a time, and maybe by the end of it she would have found some rekindled purpose of her own.

The Beastia sighed deeply and slowly lowered her head to rest on his shoulder, a silent form of affirmation. Her predatory gaze sedate for the time being while under the influence of Moridin's presence and the weight of her own internal depression, for now the Dread Lord would have her company and support.