Growth

[Sifa Tirel]

Dagobah; Southern Hemisphere

She walked among the swamp and the for the first time in a long time she felt like she was home.

Her feet were bare, her hair was wet with mist, and her clothes were sticky with mud. Yet she had never felt better. Sifa moved through the jungles of Dagobah with an almost practiced smoothness, stepping from root to root and flouncing through the forest as though it had been her home for years and years.

The AgriCorps had never let her travel, not to anywhere she had wanted to go anyway.

The Sith were different interestingly enough, changed. The training she had endured during her time within the Jedi had been restrictive, regimented, closely guarded, yet the Sith hardly seemed to care. Perhaps it was that which made people think they were stronger, the odd freedom that they enjoyed. She frowned slightly, shaking her head ans she slowly crouched down.

At the base of the tree before her bloomed a small orchid.

It was a flower, its bud not fully opened, its petals only barely reaching out towards the meager light. She smiled slightly as she watched it, dipping a hand around it hide it from the light.

Slowly the botanist began her work, smiling as she considered her new found freedom.

 

[Revy Khai]

[member="Sifa Tirel"]

Set upon the canopy of the enormous Mangroves, nearly invisible by the use of spirit ichor, Revy Khai perched in a low crouch among the weeping leaves that framed her. Thick dark black, grey, and white paint would cover her ashin skin, and a lightweight Taozin leather armor set clung to her damp form. It would take more than keen sight with the eyes and the Force to spot her, but that is what the Dathomiri did well. Blending into her surroundings, she and her Gaping Spider, Meda would watch with curious attention at the movement below.

Tapping a silent beat, a fuzzy leg from Meda would register the tiny vibrations that surrounded her. Eight pairs of eyes would reflect the distant image of Sifa’s form bending over a flower.

A slow grin drew across Revy’s mouth. A faint cluck and click of her tongue would direct Meda, instructing her to move to flank the woman.

Ever so deftly, the Dathomiri assassin would start to slowly, and carefully move across the branches closer to the brunette.

 

[Sifa Tirel]

[member="Revy Khai"]

Sifa was entirely focused upon the flower.

She noticed no sounds, no movement, nothing, she was almost entirely oblivious to everything around her. Perhaps that was unsafe, even stupid, but she didn't know, or rather she didn't care. Sifa had been trained for a specific purpose, but through that training there had always been distractions, always been something else to focus on, Botany.

Sifa was consumed by it, engrossed by it.

She loved plants and foliage, found them fascinating and interesting beyond measure. That was why she had come to Dagobah. Aside from perhaps Felucia this world was one of the most diverse in the galaxy, its swamps were home to millions upon millions of different plant species, and this flower, the thing that sat so still before her, was one of the rarest.

So as Revy approached, Sifa noticed nothing.

 

[Revy Khai]

Closer still, Meda would lightly pad down and over the bark of the mangrove, slowly moving with the deadly grace of a silent predator. It would take a few minutes to reach the Botanist; this wasn't a game of speed, but of precision. She would have to lay her web carefully.

Revy would inch closer, each leg carefully setting upon the branch before rolling her weight to take another. What was this woman here? And why the interest with that flower? From under the cowl, her painted visage would peer in an attempt of a closer observation. There was a distinct thrum of the Force... a presence. Revy couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it was strange as it was familiar.

It came from the woman.

A soft whispered chant would float in a soft murmur from the Dathomiri, and just like that the Touch of the Kiin'Dray would flow over her hands and feet. Much like the ability of the Gaping Spider, it would allow the Nightsister to scramble up and down the mangroves with a binding force.

Ever closer, bright crimson eyes would bear down upon [member="Sifa Tirel"].

 

[Sifa Tirel]

[member="Revy Khai"]

The flower was a deadly one, or at least to one particular species in the galaxy, the Hutts.

The Hutts had an incredible resistance to most poison. Their thick skins, gaping maws, and powerful stomachs made poisoning them rather difficult, this flower however was different. In ninety percent of all Hutts it caused a deathly reactions, generally making their throats swell up, their organs burst, and their eyes burn. The way Sifa understood it, the death was not pleasant in the least.

Of course the plant had an entirely different effect on most humanoid species, one that was far more useful.

The plant, when properly processed stimulated the growth of muscular tissue. It wasn't like bacta, which could heal wounds faster, or the miraculous Aspha serum produced by ATC, instead it mimicked a steroid, albeit on a much greater scale. Sifa smiled slightly, pulling a small glass cylinder from her pouch and unscrewing its lid.

This subject would come in handy for her next project.

 

[Revy Khai]

[member="Sifa Tirel"]

The fuzzy pads of Meda's feet would start to weave and place strong silk among the mangrove's behind the botanist. It was a careful placement of what could very well be a trap. She would work quick, moving silently. Ever bit of that delicate thread an illusion to the actual strength it contained.

Meanwhile, a swing and then a toss of her body would bring Revi just on top of the woman. She hung crouched against a branch. Her eyes would narrow, watching her unscrew the lid of a glass cylinder. Crimson orbs then went panning to the dark black orchid that the woman had in her other hand.

It would be so easy...

A grin drew over her lips. The next instant, chanted words would weave a new spell. Power would thrum, echo around her as she felt the strength of primal magic imbue her with the speed of the Toocha. She would move with a short burst of blindingly fast speed, taking an energized leap to cover the distance between her and the Botanist.

It would feel as if an invisible wind came straight at Sifa, the Dathomiri using the burst of speed and her near invisibility to attempt to pluck the flower from the Botanist. hand.

 

[Sifa Tirel]

[member="Revy Khai"]

The Orchid flew from her palm before she could even close her hands around the glass cylinder in which it was contained.

Her eyes popped open and rage clouded her judgement. A curse passed her lips, and she stood, whirling around and drawing the lightsaber from her hip almost in a fluid solid moment. Interestingly she did not ignite the blade, nor did she even move her hand near the ignition switch, instead her hand swept back, sweeping the long hilt almost all the way out as her eyes followed the glass cylinder.

"Who the feth are you?" Sifa demanded loudly as she looked around for what had taken her orchid.

There was something here, something messing with her. She could sense it, feel it.

 

[Revy Khai]

[member="Sifa Tirel"]

The sound of splashing water came from Sifa's right, and a low chuckle echoed from her left. Tricks of the Force, a sway of a spell spoken as Revy lept up to the nearest tree branch. Her leather moccasins latched upon the wood, and the Dathomiri spun to face the brunette.

A rather wolfish grin drew over her lips, and she lightly spun the orchid in between her fingers. It would appear as if the flora was floating in the air, lightly spinning. But as always, there was more than it would seem.

"Such a pretty little thing..." her disembodied voice would float thickly over the swamp, heavily accented and thick of tongue.

"Pity it is out here alone..." her crimson eyes went snapping up towards Sifa. "Dangerous indeed."

 

[Sifa Tirel]

[member="Revy Khai"]​

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Sifa huffed in frustration. She didn't like invisible things. There had been a padawan at the Temple who had been capable of rendering himself invisible. He had once used the technique to spy on the womens shower room, something that had earned him a quick beating. Of course he had never revealed his secret, despite questioning by Sifa herself.

It was an unfortunate thing really, she would have loved to have known.

Her eyes snapped shut, red and yellow orbs slowly disappearing as she stretched out her senses in the force.

Sifa's thumb traced down the edge of her lightsaber, the pad of her finger moving over the activation switch. The voice seemed to roam out into her ears, pressing at her and building within her eardrums until it reverberated in a silent thrall. Her lips turned down into a frown, and her senses began to spike as the force flowed through her.

She would find who was responsible.

 

[Revy Khai]

[member="Sifa Tirel"]

"Ahh, so you can touch the spirits, little one?"

The voice would slightly mock, but held amusement. Perhaps even a bit of egging. Crimson eyes would narrow down upon the brunette, studying the the girl. The Force and that which fueled the power of the Nightsisters were arguably different. Even the most powerful Sith had not been able to fully comprehend the spells her kind weaved, the talismans the witches crafted, the primal, raw use of power that was as ancient as time.

No one could quiet comprehend or understand how Allyan magic worked, but it was certainly a base of power to be cautious about. The Nightsisters could be a force to be reckoned with, if they only had the desire to think beyond Dathomir.

Much like Revy.

A sneer would cure over her lip.

"Let's play a game, shall we?" The voice would resonate from Sifa's left. Then suddenly from the right. "Find me, and you can take your little flower back."