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[Jacob2130]

Tye nodded @[member="Xavier Vi'dreya"] and thought to himself "that dragon thing can be useful and he's probably right about the masters. I need to stay on my guard. Even though I shouldn't because even all of us combined, we still wouldn't be a match for all of them let alone one of them." Tye finished lifting the last box and realized he was done. "Wow that was quick." Tye mumbled under his breath. Tye sat down and started meditating waiting for his next order.

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

Thyrian said nothing, and only replied through the inclination of his head towards his master before turning on his heel and returning to the now scattered acolytes busy building the campsite. He was not in a good mood; he felt wasted coming out here - there were no threats in sight, and yet here he was playing kindergarten teacher for all of Kära's apprentices. It was then that the Ashborn came to the conclusion which had him stunned for a moment: he was getting old. While his body still remained strong and vigorous as someone in his primes, he'd been at his master's side for so long that things started to feel... mundane, for lack of a better word. No longer were they fighting wars for the Sith Empire or capturing slaves and converting them into @[member="Lady Kyros"]' service. Now they were going on what appeared to be fieldtrips and sightseeing strange worlds. To put it bluntly, he was feeling bored.

In an attempt at keeping his composure in front of the many young men on the scene, and above all his master, Thyrian knelt down by the campfire that little lizard of Xavier's just set aflame. Sitting way closer to it than what would be considered safe, he did nothing but stare into the dancing flames with his hands resting on his thighs. After what seemed like an eternity without blinking he finally shut his eyes, and in his mind he could hear alluring faint echoes of his former self calling out to him, begging him to rekindle himself and become one with the flame. He wished to pay the voices no heed, and yet upon opening his eyes he found the campfire before him seemingly bend to his will. Hesitant at first, the Ashborn raised his hand from his lap and let it slowly sink into the fire. Maintaining control over his senses, the flames wrapped themselves around his hand with a caressing touch.

There was no pain or discomfort shown on the man's face, despite the fact that the skin of his hand was now set ablaze. Eyes of literal fiery determination stared calmly into the licking flames as he then slowly pulled out his hand, and was devastated by the fact that instead of the fires joining with him, they had merely managed to cause severe burns to his skin. The only sound coming from the Ashborn was a deep sigh of disappointment. Thyrian, remaining calm and collected, proceeded to tear off a bit of his robes and casually turned it into a bandage which he wrapped around his hand in a sloppy manner. At this point, he couldn't care less about his own safety or well-being. Eventually he broke eye-contact with the campfire and looked up at @[member="Xavier Vi'dreya"], who no doubt had witnessed it all.

@[member="Asterion"] @[member="Daegan Xoruan"] @[member="Darth Ayra"] @[member="Hakan Venttuss"] @[member="Tye Kelly"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Asterion was taken aback by the telepathic message from @[member="Xavier Vi'dreya"], as if he was standing next to him; another example of his connection to the Dark Side and those around him opening up. But at least it wasn't a form of Force persuasion - that wouldn't work on his race. He looked to the boy and simply nodded once. He wasn't going to be taking orders from another Vi'dreya, to hell with that, but he'd listen to him if he knew what was going on.

Standing beside the others and simply waiting, holding his arms across his chest, he couldn't help watch the brute @[member="Thyrian Ashborn"] mope around by the fire. He couldn't help wince as he experimented with trying to cook his own hand, the flesh burnt and he could see the flame spitting out.

Turning his face at the sight and stupidity of what this man was doing, Asterion shook his head as he watched him. He looked tired...worn out...disbanded. There could be an opening yet to show his Master how much of a relic Thyrian was becoming and the potential she had around her to replace him...


@[member="Daegan Xoruan"] @[member="Hakan Venttuss"] @[member="Tye Kelly"] @[member="Lady Kyros"] @[member="Darth Ayra"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| @[member="Daegan Xoruan"] | @[member="Hakan Venttuss"] | @[member="Tye Kelly"] | @[member="Lady Kyros"] | @[member="Asterion"] | @[member="Thyrian Ashborn"] |

Ayra observed Ashborn and the fire with a somber, cold expression. She betrayed no hint of emotion, but if one was attuned to the force, then they would sense her curiosity. "Why did he do that?" she thought to herself. After a minute of staring, she turned her gaze to Kyros. "So, what is the plan, Lady Kyros?"

 

[Daegan Xoruan]

Having finished with the task at hand and after assigning his droids to their allotted places within the camp proper, he simply seemed to fade into the background. The proverbial gray man in both the figurative and literal sense, a murmured "Thank you" towards Asterion was his only words as he surveyed the horizon. Silent for a long moment while the others seemed to either size up their fellows or make an attempt at total unity, it would seem to those less gifted in the mind arts, that he had simply fell off their radar; no showing of Force Ability, no inclination towards the Light or the Dark, not even an acknowledgement of his existence despite him being there in the flesh. Even for the most adept, it would be hard to pin point him, but it was certainly not impossible.

As Xavier's message was broadcast to the masses, it almost seemed as if Daegan's mind was essentially locked out; there were other races naturally gifted with the art of telepathy and the Anzati peoples had been practising it for a long time indeed. Slowly making his way towards the fire, his words, while not mocking, were slightly chiding "If you wish to be accounted as a man here..." Looking towards Xavier, a wry grin began to form "Use your words instead of relying on old techniques... Especially considering that there are some that could view it as a personal attack or infringement hmm?" Patting Xavier on the shoulder for the briefest of moments, he was about to comment further when the smell of burnt flesh filled his nostrils. Glancing towards Thyrian, a hiss escaped his lips, just prior to his words "What are you doing?" Motioning towards his droid, the tone of command was unmistakable "C7 bring my kit." Not waiting for permission and not intending on asking forgiveness, the sloppy bandage was stripped away in a casual manner with no regard for a patient's discomfort; it seemed his bedside manner had been weighed, measured, and found lacking "The next time you wish to engage in acts of self-mutilation, try to do it in a sterile environment... If it turns septic, which could happen despite anyone's skill in the Force, you would lose that hand out here in the wylds."

Not bothering to warn his patient about the sting that was surely to follow, he simply retrieved his kit from the 'medical' droid and began to pour a topical agent upon the flesh, a chemical which would make the strongest of wookies to wince, let alone a man "If it's pain your after, I can accommodate you in a more controlled manner, otherwise I would refrain from cooking your hand; we aren't that low on rations just yet." Administering a series of injections into Thyrian's now weeping hand, he simply packed the bandage tighter "Be more mindful of the here and now, this isn't time to begin wandering the corridors of the past and present." The last was said for Thyrian's benefit and his benefit alone in a hushed whisper; Daegan well knew the signs of meditation, but also knew there was a time and a place. Satisfied with his efforts, he simply walked off towards one of the crates that he had brought and replenished the kit's supplies; if Thyrian was to take offence, then it would be dealt with sooner rather than later.

@Xavier Vi'dreya @Asterion @Hakan Venttuss @Lady Kyros @Thyrian Ashborn @Darth Ayrahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/3042-darth-ayra/ @Tye Kelly

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

Stunned for a moment at the audacity of having someone else tend to his self-inflicted wounds, the Ashborn lit up like wildfire at Daegan's touch. A deeply sinister stare along with a menacing growl was sent his way, followed by a loud scolding as Thyrian swiftly arose from the ground. "DO NOT TOUCH ME, MAGGOT! I have no need for such prissy treatments! Know your place, acolyte - I'd be more than willing to remind you of it should you not." They were words that came from within his own mind, sparked by the entity he once was; the being bent on rage and hatred - most of all for himself: the monster.

Ignoring @[member="Daegan Xoruan"] before he could say anything else for the time being, the Ashborn left him by the campfire and walked off the scene. He had to calm himself - he knew so - and wandered some distance away from the crashsite, leaving the others behind him. His back turned towards the camp, Thyrian assumed a meditative stance by kneeling down in the untouched snow. His heavy breathing caused by the frustration he felt began to settle down. Looking down at his injured hand, he quietly removed the black makeshift bandage and gazed upon the singed flesh his hand was made of. This wasn't right; he was the Ashborn - an infernal beast forged from fire and brimstone. Once, perhaps...

Slowly he let the palm of his hand sink into the bed of snow surrounding him, feeling the frozen water melt away at his touch, and for some reason he found the sensation calming and soothing against his skin as well as his spirit. How was it that one such as he could have such affinity for snow, something he'd rarely come in contact with? As his hand emerged from the ground, it had left a clearly visible handprint where it had touched the snow. Wrapping the piece of cloth back around his hand, Thyrian felt in control once again and wandered back to the campsite with his look of authority and calm demeanor once again present.

@[member="Lady Kyros"] @[member="Asterion"] @[member="Tye Kelly"] @[member="Hakan Venttuss"] @[member="Darth Ayra"] @[member="Xavier Vi'dreya"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Watching the incident unfurl, Asterion couldn't help pity @[member="Daegan Xoruan"] - sure enough, he was only trying to help. He himself would probably shun aid, but then again not if his hand had just been burnt as badly as @[member="Thyrian Ashborn"].

He stood and watched, walking forward slowly with his irritation only fuelled by the old brute's reaction to someone at least trying to preserve a hand that he may actually need to be of use to them.

Watching Daegan stunned by the reaction given, Thryian carried out his own little self-pity away form them after his explosive outburst and returned, where Asterion stood and watched.

He didn't like his reaction.

But this relic was just a dangerous force they didn't need bawling at them after simple aid was offered.

"You got a real Ronto stuck up your backside haven't you Thyrian."

He knew he was going to regret it. But maybe he would push a button others would see just how unstable he was.



@[member="Xavier Vi'dreya"] @[member="Hakan Venttuss"] @[member="Lady Kyros"] @[member="Darth Ayra"] @[member="Tye Kelly"]

 

[Xavier Vi'dreya]

"And you must have a bantha up yours." Xavier snapped at @[member="Asterion"]. The hostility in his tone was far more than anyone had ever heard, he was angry. Thyrian wasn't the man of fire that he once was, now he was human, truly alive. But he could see why his sister's guardian was experimenting, Ashborn once upon a time had truly been ash. Fire was literally what he was made of. None of them knew that though. @[member="Thyrian Ashborn"] would receive a nod of respect before the masked adolescent turned his view to @[member="Daegan Xoruan"]. I'll communicate as I damn please. He retorted telepathically, his eyes narrowing even further as he suddenly felt closed in. Strix let out a confused squawk, unsure of how to react.

@Hakan Venttuss @Lady Kyros @Darth Ayra @Tye Kelly

 

[Stephanie Swail]

There he went again, @[member="Xavier Vi'dreya"]. Little Vi'dreya. Asterion snapped. He turned and looked at the masked Acolyte.

"Who the hell was talking to you Sleemo?"

He walked a few paces towards him, reading only the faceless mask looking at him.

"Let us see what you're hiding behind that mask. Stop hiding behind it."

Asterion pointed a finger at him.

"I don't like you. You're only here because you're my Master's brother and the only reason I don't give you a going over with my bare hands."

He stared at him, and looked over at @[member="Thyrian Ashborn"] for a second.

"Stay out of my way, and don't think you're any better than any of us either. Boy."



@[member="Lady Kyros"] @[member="Tye Kelly"] @[member="Hakan Venttuss"] @[member="Darth Ayra"] @[member="Daegan Xoruan"]

 

[Jacob2130]

Tye noticed the bickering between @[member="Asterion"] and @[member="Xavier Vi'dreya"] and stood up and looked at both of them. "You are both children both of you need to learn your place, learn that your not some high and mighty Sith. I promise you your not. I've seen smugglers that are stronger than you to and all they know how to do is steal." Tye snapped at both of them. "I'm not saying this because I think I'm any better than you two, I'm saying this because we are here for a reason. Let's not get distracted and remember that we are here for @[member="Lady Kyros"]." Tye looked at both of them with a cold dead stare waiting for them to say something and hoping he doesn't black out and do what he did to his father because if he does will surely lead to his demise.

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

Observing the exchange of hateful words between @[member="Xavier Vi'dreya"] and @[member="Asterion"], Thyrian decided to forego any further pleasantries. The snarky remark about him he paid no attention to, but nobody threatened his apprentice unpunished. Before the Minotaur could leave their presence, the Ashborn threw a punch using the back of his hand, which connected with Asterion's cheek with a loud *thump*. Fortunately for him, the strike was not enhanced by the Force; he wasn't about to kill off one of Kära's apprentices, after all - only leave a lasting impression. Thyrian's eyes literally lit up like fire as he stared down the insolent man.

"You may speak ill of me as you please - I could not care less - but you do not threaten my apprentice, 'Minotaur'! The only reason I'm not making an example out of you is because you are the property of @[member="Lady Kyros"]. Now, get out of my sight, scum!"

When all was said and done, he gained his composure as he turned to look at the young Xavier. Like so many times when looking upon his Queen, he would still see the little one he once met many years ago. Even while hiding behind his mask, Thyrian could see his face and the scar still adorning his cheek. Call it fatherly love - at this moment the Ashborn wished to embrace the boy, right there and then. But now was not the time for sentimentality, sadly. Thus he merely settled a hand upon Xavier's shoulder, like one man would another out of respect. While doing so, he couldn't help but manage a smile, if only for a brief moment when looking at him. With a much less hostile tone he addressed all of them.

"Now, everyone: there is still work to be done on this planet. For the sake of our master - do not strive to divide us so soon. We need to be able to trust eachother, not stab one another in the back. If you are done with what you were currently doing, then see to helping out those who aren't." Turning to @[member="Daegan Xoruan"], the Ashborn gestured him to come closer. "Forgive my outburst, acolyte. I'll let you finish your work on me", he said while sitting down over at a nearby crate, unwrapping the black piece of cloth around his burnt hand.

@[member="Darth Ayra"] @[member="Tye Kelly"] @[member="Hakan Venttuss"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

@[member="Thyrian Ashborn"]

Ayra spoke into Thyrian's ear as she walked by, her cold, somber gaze trailing him and then over Xavier before putting some space between them. "You should let him fight his own battles, Ashborn. Offering him protection only invites weakness and stagnation into his development." She leaned her head to the side slightly, gave the giant a small smile and then turned to watch the fire.

 

[Stephanie Swail]

@[member="Tye Kelly"] was only adding to Asterion's infuriation, but with the strike dealt to him suddenly by the brute @[member="Thyrian Ashborn"], he recoiled and stumbled back, taken by surprise and feeling the burning sensation slice across his face, much the same as it did when @[member="Lady Kyros"] had dealt to him the first time they had met all those months ago.

He growled in pain and anger; he felt the surge of darkness in him and he was so close to releasing as much power he had to lash out at this barbaric, dangerous man and his "little apprentice". The cold wind flakes of snow acted as a temporary coolant to the blow.

Asterion snapped his head to look at the man who stuck him; that would be something he would not forget in a hurry. As for little @[member="Xavier Vi'dreya"] - he was protected by his blood name and now his Master. He would remember that to.

Gently tapping his sore cheek, feeling the torn flesh under his gloved finger, he left them with simply a knowing gaze that spoke more than his words would. Stepping back, feeling slightly humiliated at the fact he had been struck, Asterion nodded to @[member="Daegan Xoruan"] in the fact that at least that brute had offered an apology. That was worth the hit.



@[member="Darth Ayra"] @[member="Hakan Venttuss"]

 

[Xavier Vi'dreya]

No, no he wouldn't get away with that. Stepping forward in front of Thyrian, Xavier's hands went up and pulled away the mask. They wanted his face? We'll they were going to get it. His face was largely okay until one looked on his right cheek, a vertical scar lined it. He'd bore that mark since three, abuse being the source, but the little boy who'd cowered as a drunken imbecile struck him with a bottle was gone. He'd take a stand now. "I don't need my fething name to be better than you." He snarled at @[member="Asterion"], bright blue eyes akin to those of his sister narrowed in anger. Strix, still not fully bonded to Xavier cocked his head curiously, unsure of what to do. "Silence yourself newcomer, you know not what you speak of." He snapped at Tye.

@[member="Darth Ayra"] @[member="Thyrian Ashborn"] @[member="Tye Kelly"]

 

[Jacob2130]

Tye opened his eyes and walked over to @[member="Xavier Vi'dreya"] and starred down at him, towering over him like a giant. "Watch your tounge boy. Unlike @[member="Asterion"] I don't care who your sister is. I'll put you in your place all the same." Tye glared at him through his mask while keeping his calm. Xavier didn't leave his sight he didn't look away for a second not even to blink. He didn't care what was going on around him he was only aware of one thing, making sure he got his point across that he wouldn't be pushed around by nobody. Only the masters can do so, but not some pip squeak who thinks he's better than everyone else because of his sister.

 

[Lief]

Kyros did nothing to the conflict which was rising. It was not her place to step in for her brother, he was a Sith just as she was - this was a decision he had made over the years, he had been offered a way out. He could live with the consequences. Nor did she react to Thyrian's odd behaviour. Instead she simply gazed upon [member="Darth Ayra"] and said;

"Make this a difficult venture for them, potentially deadly... Although I'd rather they didn't actually die." This would not only test her students but also her potential new ally in Ayra. "Use the environment against them, the wildlife. Let them realise that there are potential threats even where there seems to be none. I have business to tend to." None of this could be heard by the others, however.

She began to leave, before turning around. "@[member='Asterion']. With me. Now." She figured she could take one nuisance with her, perhaps he would learn some discipline with what she had planned for the journey.

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

Waiting for [member="Daegan Xoruan"] to finish his treatment of his hand, Thyrian's healthy one reached out to grab hold of Xavier's. His words were tranquil and void of any anger he'd displayed only moments ago. "Enough, Xavier. Calm yourself. Sit." Three simple commands were issued to his apprentice, all easy to understand. Having spoken, his hand gave a few subtle pulls towards where he was seated, marking a spot by his side for the teenager to sit at. Doing so was not to brand him his lapdog, but rather to keep him away from unnecessary squabbles. Like his own master had imprinted on him so long ago when still but a little girl; an apprentice reflects upon his or her master. When giving the matter more thought, his eyes dropped to look down at the ground slightly ahead of him as he sighed while shaking his head. It was his way of understanding how he'd just acted in the eyes of his Queen, and how it would reflect upon her, and he was not happy with the result. His master, however, didn't seem to react to his outburst and treatment of her apprentices.

[member="Lady Kyros"] [member="Xavier Vi'dreya"] [member="Darth Ayra"] [member="Asterion"] [member="Tye Kelly"] [member="Hakan Venttuss"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

So the little boy had a face after all, and did he really find the scar something he had to hide? A pity. A scar was just another notch in what made you who you were, and he just looked at [member="Xavier Vi'dreya"], with some pity that he somehow barked worse than his bite. As for [member="Tye Kelly"], it seemed if anyone would put the boy in his place, it would be him.

Leaving it at that, Asterion simply turned away to return to the others, the fire crackling between them all and the darkness creeping in around them every so slightly. Inhaling a large amount of the fresh air around him, he craned his neck up, closing his eyes and letting the cold air blast his face, cooling the burning sting on his cheek.

And then his Master spoke. Coldly.

Brilliant.

Letting out a large sigh facing the snow above, Asterion brought his head down to see [member="Lady Kyros"] leaving the group. While he was satisfied to be leaving the testing company of the others to spend time with her and hopefully focus his mind as her loyal Acolyte, he knew from her tone this was not going to be pleasant.


[member="Hakan Venttuss"] [member="Darth Ayra"] [member="Daegan Xoruan"]

 

[Xavier Vi'dreya]

Now his blood ran hot, piping. As Thyrian pulled him, back, Xavier resisted, but his glare wasn't just meant for Tye. Strix, taking a que, belched a small flame at the feet of the newcomer apprentice. A smile twisted along Xavier's face as he sat, Strix landing idly on his shoulder, a bit of a grin on his face as well. Without a word he donned the mask. It wasn't to hide the scar, i helped hide the internal ones, the ones that took a sweet child and made him...this. That and a lot of stolen ale, a lot of it.

[member="Asterion"] [member="Thyrian Ashborn"] [member="Lady Kyros"] [member="Tye Kelly"]

 

[Jacob2130]

"Keep that dragon in check to.. Before it becomes my next meal." Tye grinned. If the dragon would have hit his feet he would have actually done something, but luckily it didn't so he wouldn't have to get his hands dirty. Tye walked over to where he was meditating at and sat down on the ground as the snow had reformed where he was last sitting. Tye then closed his eyes and started to meditate again.

@Xavier Vi'dreya [member="Asterion"] [member="Thyrian Ashborn"]