Heart of Darkness

[Vulpesen]

A small laugh and the saber went back to his hip. "You know I won't tell them my true name and I believe such may very well be better than my title and at least I didn't go with my second choice and call myself Rurrri. In any case, that's quite enough for me. Besides, if I intended to instill fear, my entrance would have been far more dramatic." He rose his hands into a more neutral position before walking over to [member="Alexandra Cinthra"].
[member="Jorus Merrill"]
[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

 

[The End Narrator]

Aaralyn pursed her lips and blinked a few times, looking to [member="Jorus Merrill"] and then to [member="Darth Tsolan"]. She merely stepped back further and allowed both [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] and Jorus room to maneuver. She wasn't sure who was coming and who was staying at this point. She was just here to help, and help she would, when she was told to. Things were a bit different now, well, alot different.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] [member="Darth Tsolan"] [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

To get to Cinthra inside the tomb, Tsolan had to walk between Aaralyn and Jorus, but Jorus made no move to stop him. This was, as Cinthra had established, the only exit.

"Alright, Master Cinthra, let's get moving. Time's a-wasting. Mister Blood Wolf, as I said, you've got your chance to leave free and clear."

He gestured briefly at the door with the shotgun's muzzle, indicating that Cinthra should lead the way.

 

[Vulpesen]

He shook his head and continued to follow her. "Forgive me for my earlier brashness. Surely you understand the tenseness given the times. However, I'm afraid that I am quite adamant in that where miss Cinthra goes, I will follow." Leaving free and clear? Sure he could, but such wasn't his style. He he left before he was ready it would be with fire and explosions chasing close at his heels.

[member="Jorus Merrill"]
[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]
[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

"Stop pointing the shotgun at me, if i wanted to attack you it would have been while your back was turned... are ally you jedi this jumpy now or only after i stopped working for the Republic?" She didn't bother to let his answer come over and soon had her arm around her friend as she spoke, leading the way as the man had motioned. "You know, you should probably take that deal he just offered..." She let the rest of the sentence be translated directly to Vulpesen. '... I dont think he is going to let you go there moron, if im getting taken in for being a hire on, as i assume i am. Then you are without going to be taken in as well for being atleast a Rogue, if not worse...'

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] [member="Darth Tsolan"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] [member="Darth Tsolan"] [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

"Fair enough." He held the shotgun across his body, muzzle down and to the left, and followed them out of the tomb. It was evening on Korriban. "Now if you'll be so kind as to head north, there's a shuttle parked near the temple; we'll be takin' it to one of the orbital overwatch stations."

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

"Noted... uh which way is north, Eve normally does my navigating..." She rubbed her neck and looked over her shoulder at the Jedi Master with a raised brow, it would be almost perfectly clear this had only been Alexandra's first or second time on the planet, and that she had likely never gone to an actual spaceport during her visits to the planet, meaning she had no idea where the spaceport even was.

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

"Hang a right, straight up the valley to the temple. Can't miss it."

 

[Vulpesen]

He gave a nod to [member="Jorus Merrill"] and listened to Alexandra's words through the force. Of course, surrounded by jedi, he didn't exactly trust such means of communication and thus he moved to something a bit more exclusive and spoke to Ace. Through Ace, his words would travel to Daeda who had a ninety percent chance of being with Alexandra and would then speak to her directly. "Perhaps you're right, but I'll cross that road when we get to it. As I said, I'm relying on you for my future plans. I'll be expecting to share a drink with you on Myrkrr after this is over."

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Darth Tsolan"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]

'Relying on me is going to get you killed one of these days...' The Words would be sent in the same way he had sent his message to her before she turned right and started towards the spaceport with her hands crossed within her robes and out of sight behind her, the cloak's hood now pulled up and its front tied tight and enclosing any view of her body and actions within it. Soon though she spoke as she looked at Merrill again. "Whos on the council these days, last time i spoke with a former member whom i am sure you have heard of he was not able to tell me."

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] [member="Darth Tsolan"] [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

"Grandmaster Kiskla Grayson's in charge. I'm on it, and Talon Vosra, Erinyes Draclau. Good crew, sensible types, good sense of proportion."

The shuttle loomed out of the dark as they drew near the abandoned temple's landing pad. Jorus clicked his comm, and the ramp descended. Inside they would find no ambush, no soldiers, no traps, nothing out of the ordinary, just a shuttle.

"Shall we?"

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

"We Shall." She moved with a bit of grace and held absolutely no hint of worry if there had been any at all. Jedi were honorable and thats what she liked about them and how even though they follow their creed they had never even hurt her own Order on Alderaan, hopefully it would stay that way, even if she fought for the sith for payment. She did worry on one thing though, still worried they might sever her from the force... it had been done for less and it was either that, a memory wipe, or a carbonite bath... all of which she would not like happen.

 

[The End Narrator]

Would follow [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] and [member="Jorus Merrill"].


OOC - Sorry! Didn't wanna hold it up :|

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen followed as well, trailing jut behind Alexandra but listening intently as Jorus spoke. A spot I was destined fr yet never even looked on. Talon, I hope you are well. As for the other council members, Vulpesen had never met or known any of them, he'd only heard of Kiskla and that was it. Everyone else... well, for him such unknown names were a bad sign for the jedi no matter what [member="Jorus Merrill"] said. Then again, its not like he had much faith in them in the first place. Thus why he was in this position. "While I'm certainly not leaving, might I be able to learn our destination?"

[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]
[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] [member="Darth Tsolan"] [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

"Well, like I said, we're headed up to one of the Shokita-class stations in orbit, the ones we use to watch comings and goings from this planet." As they entered the shuttle, Jorus closed the ramp and moved to the cockpit. He began running through preflight.

"The station's mostly set up for monitoring. Highly modular. It's got some Jedi presence, but not a ton, about as many as are in the system defense fleet you saw on your way in. Got an interview room with your name on it, and that's not a euphemism -- it's not a Force-null cell or nothing like that. Like I said, we just want to get your side of the story." The shuttle's repulsorlifts hummed to life, and the little ship rose from the temple landing pad.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Darth Tsolan"]

"Lets get to it then, i got to finish archiving my research, i found an interesting connection between some of the writings i saw... i know its been studied thousands of times, but there is always chances for a mistake, and maybe i will find such a mistake if i study hard enough." Her hands started tapping at a rhythm and soon a very familiar sound would come from her, the soft, quiet whistle she did whenever she made her entrance into a place... technically a ship counted.

 

[Reine Bisset]

Slowly but surely, she found more images. The thing was, where there were glyphs, the things didn't describe the power or they writing had faded or crumbled away. It was highly frustrating and began to aggravate the Miralukan severely.

She had to admit, though, that the more she looked and the closer she got to the tomb, the more frequent the images and glyphs became. She continued on and found more and more images depicting the monster she found before and the spears the dead Sith had used. She kept looking and kept transcribing as the workers she brought with her kept filming their documentary.

It was all fake, of course. Well, mostly. The documentary would be published, the work made public, but for all intents and purposes, it was just a show. A show that may not even make it past the editing stages. And if it did? She'd worry about it then. She didn't want her face plastered across the holonet, but at least she was getting the foundations of her self-education situated.

As she mused to herself, she realized that she had found a glyph beneath another spear-hurling image. This one was different from the rest for some odd reason. It looked more... intensely etched. Perhaps brighter or more vivid than the rest. As if time itself had not touched the writing since the moment it was first placed on the wall. She looked at the translation that she had transcribed into her book and immediately started rifling through a satchel, trying to find the other book she'd bought to translate the Sith language into Basic.

The glyph read: Sutta Chwituskak

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] [member="Darth Tsolan"] [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

The shuttle ride was basic, as was the station, a seven-hundred-meter modular Shokita-class outfitted for orbital control, one of several around the world. The system defense fleet floated nearby -- Korriban had always been a target. And word that Jorus was bringing in two Masters of the One Sith had led to increased security throughout the system, and in nearby Republic systems.

The shuttle docked, and a Jedi Knight would lead Jorus, Aaralyn, and the two Sith Lords towards a plain, secure meeting room. Barring interruptions, Jorus would rest the shotgun in his lap as he took a seat, and gesture to the available chairs.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra slid down into the chair and rested her head in her hands as she leaned on the table, no hint of any manners in that moment as she was more worried about being comfortable than sitting up straight. In addition to this Daeda would come from her robes and go to sit half on her head and half on her shoulders, both her and his eyes focusing on Jorus, Emerald and Silver unmoving from where he sat.

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[The End Narrator]

Aaralyn would follow the trio and the Jedi Knight, she remained calm and poised as she looked about the spacestation with curiosity. As they entered the secure room, the door behind them would close and lock. For a moment Aaralyn turned back to glance at it and then back to [member="Jorus Merrill"] as he made a motion to the available chairs around the table. Aaralyn crossed her arms over her chest and gently waved her hand, declining to take a seat for the simple fact it didn't make her feel comfortable at the moment.

She wasn't here as a hired hand or muscle, she was here to explore the enigma that was Master Merrill. He was an interesting man, he was kind but very stern when it came to certain things. It was also rumored he had come into contact with certain items that belonged to her at some point or another in her life. Another curiosity that peaked her interest. Her memory had been spotty at best of how things were, beyond what Master Murr had recovered. Maybe it was for the best, but there was a mention of items that were childhood relics and things her father gave her. Now those were something worth discussing when the time was right.

Right now, wasn't that time. There were these Sith Lords, although to her, they didn't appear to dangerous or even -Sithy-. Looks could be deceiving but they appeared calm and collective about the situation. What was the conclave that they claimed alleigence to?

Ah, The One Sith.

Yes, she remembered them well.

Isolda, [member="Darth Isolda"].

That terrible woman who showed her what she believed to be love and passion through darkness. A scar left on her heart that she prayed one day would be healed. She created a sense of fear when it came to attachment to others. Not friends or family, but if a relationship were to come into question, she might shun it. The Goddess had managed to burn her in a way she never thought possible. The first love she felt was that of the embrace of the Goddess, and now she was scarred by the fact it was all a lie. Did that mean love didn't exist and was a lie?

Aaralyn shook her head softly, attempting to get the thoughts from her head and remain focused on the task at hand. She needed to be clear minded for Jorus to be able to get his own job done.