I'de Like to Say Something

[Cedric Dorn]

Soliael walked through a crowd of people on Zeltron, they parted before him like waves before a ship. He gave off a sense of order, of calm, of control. He was a man on a mission, a rather difficult mission in fact. He was here on this disgusting filth ball of an STD infected world for one simple reason, to find one of his fathers former apprentices.

Moridin during his time in the galaxy had been prolific in training people. He had had at least 5 apprentices who lived through their training. Two of them were now dead, one of them was in a stasis pod, and the other Soliael had already spoke to. Turns out she had been rather useless for his purposes since she had only trained under Moridin for a short time. This one however was different. This one had spent time with Moridin, learned his craft and his ways.

Her name was Anaya Fen, and she was apparently here on this world.

Soliael had come to learn this through a simple method. Soliael had been on Byss meeting his younger sister when he had found something rather interesting. Moridin had been known for his dabbling in the creation of Sith Artifacts, and unlike many Sith Masters Moridin had written down the process of creation of every single artifact he had ever created. Soliael had found these writings and had explored them quite a bit.

Within the writings he had found the details of a certain locket, a locket that Moridin had used for communication and location. Interestingly enough Anaya Fen had been given one of these lockets, and it was through that artifact that Soliael had found her. A smirk crossed over his face as he turned a corner and entered a very loud club.

Hundreds of people were dancing within and a frown immediately creased Soliaels face. A wave of the darkside swept across the room, a stink that was very familiar to Moridins own. Almost immediately the residents of the club began to run. All of them ran past Soliael and out the door, though none of them really knew why.

If this didn't get Anaya's attention...well then he had nothing.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Business was important to Anaya. It had become a vital part of her life, so when people waltzed into her club and evicted her customers with a show of darkness, inflicting fear upon them, it made her somewhat upset. While the people fled, her staff remained. They had been exposed to enough fear by their boss to know that running was not an option that gave them good results. Anaya watched the scene from a balcony over looking the now empty dance floor, hands idly fingering the locket about her neck as she looked down at a younger Moridin. The bouncers converged on him, weapons raised, not firing unless given the command to.

Anaya raised a finger to the DJ and the music stopped. Vaulting the railings, Anaya dropped to the dancefloor landing like a cat and rising just as gracefully she moved towards this...sith... one that looked so much like her master. Moridin was dead and gone from this world, so who was this man that looked so like him. She circled him once, eyes drinking every inch of him in as she poked at his aura and mind with the force. He even felt similar to Moridin.

She came to a halt before him, red eyes boring into him. "Leave us. See we are not disturbed."

"You know him?" asked one of the bouncers.

Her lips curled into a smirk "I will do. Now go." They left them and for a moment Anaya let the silence descend on the pair of sith, her smirk unwavering.

"Its like looking at a ghost...your likeness to him is uncanny. As is your attitude. Always one for dramatic entrances," she turned away from him then, moving behind the bar and pouring herself a drink "Couldn't possibly be civilised and send a message...or knock politely. Still, the apple never falls far from the tree, does it?" She looked up at him again.

"Sith like you are bad for business, if you didn't look like your father you would have difficulty breathing right about now, so I suggest you think carefully about what you say next to ensure it remains this way. What do you want?"

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Soliael raised an eyebrow at the young Sith Girl as she presented him with an attitude. It was true that usually Soliael was much more subtle than this, but he no longer had the patience for such things when it came to his father, plus those people would remember nothing of this incident and would likely be back within the hour. Still she had a point in his lack of subtlety and was sadly correct about Soliaels actions being relatively like his fathers.

He sighed slightly and then met eyes with Anaya, he wanted her to understand that this was a level playing field. She might have been the more powerful of the two in the force, but Soliael had been alive for nearly two hundred years. He was no push over and if she tried to kill him...well it would be an interesting afternoon.

The truth was of course that Soliael had no interest in fighting however and he was simply here to talk.

“I apologize for my rude entrance. But as you may have noticed I cannot exactly walk around on Republic worlds for long.” Soliael was incapable of hiding his force signature, and thus being on Zeltron was dangerous, less the Jedi find him. “What I want is very simple.”

He paused for a few seconds, thinking about how to word his request. “I may look similar to my father, But I have never met him. All I want, is to know about him.”

Soliael made the request sound grand instead of pathetic like it actually was.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya shook her head at his comment about being on a republic world. "I wouldn't worry too much about the Republic paying any attention to you here. Zeltros is visited by hundreds of sith each year, some even have their own estates. Its a party planet and there is nothing they can do about controlling who comes and goes." She slid him a drink across the bar top before climbing onto it herself, sitting down with her legs swinging like a child's as she gave him a thoughtful look.

"How about we start with your name. I'm assuming that you already know mine, though I would appreciate you not calling me it here. I am known as Apoleia. What exactly do you expect to learn about him from little me hmmm?" she asked bringing her drink to her lips and taking a small sip.

 

[Cedric Dorn]

“Soliael.” He decided not to give more than that. He had already told several people his real name and his familial origins, it was time for that to stop. Anaya knew who his father was, and that was more than what she needed. His Mother and Oma could remain secreted away...not that Anaya could really do anything with the information even if he were to give it. He shrugged mentally and decided it was the right decision anyway.

Now of course he actually had to think of what to ask. Moridin was a complex being, he was powerful, cunning, and above all rather mysterious. His own records had maintained little to no information on the Dreadlord and truthfully Soliael was just eager to learn about who his father actually was.

“You were his apprentice. The one he held closest in this age.” Soliael didn't mention Sable, the apprentice that his brother had placed in a stasis pod, Moridins other great apprentice. “I would simply like to know what he was like. Who he was. How he thought. I want to know his legacy.”

Soliaels last words implied that he wanted to know Anaya, that he wanted to see what Moridins teaching had wrought.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya chuckled softly, eyes dropping for a moment to the floor hand reaching once more to fiddle idly with the locket about her neck. If truth be told she missed her old Master, his uncaring nature amused her. Of the man himself, Anaya could tell Soliael little, except that he didn't care for anyone else towards the end, save ensuring his mark was left. He had once loved a Jedi and he was always smirking like he knew something that everyone else did not.

But Anaya got the unspoken message. Moridin's legacy was in those he taught. She looked up again, her smile gone. "No one can tell you how he thought, save the man himself..." she tilted her head frowning for a moment "If you could call him that. I can tell you he liked showy entrances and wasted energy to make an attack look good, but then when you have four billion souls attached to you, you can afford to waste some. I can also tell you that he didn't care, unless it benefitted him to, but as you've gone through life not meeting him I imagine that's a fact you already know."

She rose, becoming restless, standing upon the bar top she picked her way across the top, kicking the occasional glass to the floor to simply watch it shatter. "As for his legacy..." she turned finishing the drink in her hand she tilted her head "it likes to remain unknown, unless you can give it a good reason to become known."

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Soliael smirked, it was a very familiar smirk that would remind Anaya of Moridin. It was an expression that Soliael did not often wear, but it was one that fit his face very well. His father had not made it easy to find out more about him, in fact he had made it next to impossible. Soliael of course knew all about Anara, in fact he had talked to her, but she had been even less helpful. The stories she had told of Moridin before the plague had been filled with nostalgia and indulgent, and quite truthfully the more he learned about Moridin, the angrier he became.

Moridin like so many before him had apparently been a fantastic Sith. Powerful, uncaring, destructive, and utterly ruthless, but he had been a lousy everything else. Selfish and uncaring beyond all belief, Quietus had been right, and that irked Soliael.

“He never knew about me.” Soliael said offhandedly, as if the thoughts in his mind needed to be expelled. “My mother knew what he was from the very first moment they met. I suppose she kept him from me for the same reasons you stated. He was selfish, he would have used me for his own gain like he tried to use Anwen and Sven."

He assumed that Anaya knew about Moridins other two children, if not he doubted she would harm them so there was no issue in telling her. “I suppose in this age he simply tried to leave his mark.”

Soliael pondered this for a moment more and then finally turned Anaya. She was part of that mark, and thats what interested Soliael. He wanted to know what direct contact to Moridin could do, what his manipulation and machinations would achieve. He had seen what had happened to Sable, but Anaya was a different creature.

“Isn't a good enough reason standing before it?” Soliael said the words quite flatly. Unlike Moridin he didn't think himself the greatest thing to walk the galaxy, his Mother had humbled him of that long ago. But he had to think that Anaya was at least slightly curious about it.
@[member="Anaya Fen"]

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

"Your mother was smart." Anaya replied, lips curling into a smirk that mirrored his own, her lekku quivered slightly. Oh yes, Anaya was curious, that was certain but you didn't give something for nothing. That was one of the first lessons she learnt from Moridin, everything was done for personal gain. She had started out believing her purpose was to serve the Empire. Time had changed that.

She continued her prowl across the bar, the end of which was a few feet from a small stage that had inhabited her dancers. She leapt lightly to it, pondering her answer, eyes not leaving Soliael's face. "I was very fond of Moridin. He taught me a great deal, even after I betrayed him. The Master apprentice link was never truly severed. So when he called, I came. But you are not him, Soliael, you do not have such control. Still...." she trailed off jumping down from the stage and moving towards him until she was invading his personal space, smirk reappearing. "I can't deny that I am...intrigued. But exploring curiosity is not always a good reason." She moved so her lips were almost touching his. "It tends to get you killed."

 

[Cedric Dorn]

For once, Soliael's urges to be with a beautiful women did not get the best of him. There was far too much to learn still to give in right now, perhaps later. For now however he maintained a steely resolve, his eyes unblinking. As he face came within inches of his Soliael looked into her eyes, his own pale orange iris' a great imitations of her former Master's. As he spoke in reply to her mysterious black specs poured across his iris' in almost a hypnotic fashion.

“Take it from a man who has lived for over two centuries.” His words were subtle now, careful. Whether she knew it or not Anaya was dealing with someone far greater than Moridin could ever hope t be. Whereas his father could only see beyond the next world or mind to conquer, Soliael could look much further. “More often than not. The end of the tunnel is far more interesting than the beginning.”

Metaphors always came easily for him, and when it came to curiosity and the beginnings things it was easy to form. Perhaps that was why half a galaxy away he was being hailed as a god, or perhaps it was because most people were stupid, but it was easy to say Soliael had a way with words.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Her lekku quivered again, giving her game away. Now she was more than interested, he had resisted her and the harder a man was to get, the more fun she could have. Now he had her attention, the hardest bit of the game was maintaining it. A tongue ran across her lips "You older men always seem to think you know best." she purred holding his gaze and keeping herself firmly in his personal space.

"What do you want from me Sol? To know what he taught me? Or to see what he made me? We could make a game out of this you know...you ask me a question I answer and then I get to ask one. Tit for tat. That's one way we can get to know each other, but then we might lie and we'll go nowhere. I believe, that there are only two ways you can really learn about someone and it not be a lie..." she left it to his imagination to work out where those two places were. Hands moved to his hips and she pressed herself against him.

"Tit for tat? I'll let you go first."

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Soliael looked her in the eyes, it was not a threatening look, but rather one of amusement. The Smirk returned to his face and he looked at her with a certain air of confidence around him. What she didn't know of course was that the air of confidence around him was rather...enhanced by something else. The playful smirk on his face was not there for show, but because he knew something she didn't. The more she...aroused him, the more his own bodies natural defense mechanisms kicked in, if they could be called that.

The older of the two Sith was part Zeltron. It was a small part but it was significant enough that Soliael had the advantage that many Zeltron had, pheromones. Soliael gave them off naturally during certain stages of emotion, arousal was one of those stages.

The pheromones he gave off now were supposedly enticing to females. They wormed their way into the minds of others and made him more appealing, more charismatic, and all around more attractive. It was not a conscious effort, but Soliael knew that it would be happening. His smirked widened a bit, and he spoke “Ladies First.”

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Eyes fluttered closed for a moment as the pheromones hit her a soft sigh escaping her as she dug her fingers into his hips, realisation dawning on her what was happening. She already desired him, the pheromones empowered those feelings and she had employ a lot of willpower not to act upon them just yet. A throaty chuckle escaped her "Oh, Soliael, that...is cheating." She opened here eyes to find him smirking at her.

She gave him a mock pout in a half hearted protest in him making her go first. "Alright," she agreed, brushing her lips across his jaw. "Why now? Why did you wait to find out about his legacy?"

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Soliael didn't say anything, simply smirked. It took him quite a bit of willpower of course not to kiss her then throw her on the bar and ravage her, in fact he had no idea how he was managing it. Yet somehow Soliael managed to keep his calm, the smirk and confidence in his eyes never disappearing. The black specs flowed across his eyes every once in a while, though what they were was still rather mysterious. “I didn't know his name until just a few months ago.”

That was the truth. His mother had kept Moridins name a secret for nearly two centuries. It had been a defense mechanism against exactly what Soliael was doing now, a way to keep him contained. For his own good of course.

“Was Moridin Emperor when he became your master?” Soliael asked quietly, his lips only centimeters from her own. Pheromones were thick in the air, and it seemed to be difficult to breath.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya was hypnotised by the combination of pheramones and Soliael's eyes. She could feel his warm breath against her lips as he spoke, biting her lower lip to stop herself from kissing him she shook her head slightly i respo se to his question. Hands slid up from his hips to slide about his neck. "No," she breathed "I helped him rise, killed those who were likely to oppose him."

She ran light kisses along his jaw and down his neck, nipping and teasing him. "Who trained you?" She purred between kisses.

 

[Cedric Dorn]

“As you can imagine, the force came rather naturally to me.” Soliael said the words with a weight of effort behind him. The game was getting difficult now, Soliael wanted nothing more than to give in and ravage her. He felt the same feeling come from her, but there was no guarantee that their game would continue after they had finished so the Sith had to trudge on. “But I learned a few more advanced techniques from a man you may know as Dissero.”

By now Dissero was somewhat of a household name. He had stolen the entire contents of the Sith Archive along with a Sith named Velok. Soliael had heard that Velok had been killed by some Jedi, but he knew that Dissero was alive and well. Anaya would recognize the name , it would be impossible for her not to.

Slowly before asking his question Soliael moved his hands forward. He grabbed her hips quite roughly and pulled her against him, then in an almost seductive tone he asked “Where you there on Concord Dawn? When my Father killed Teferi Efreet?”

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Who didn't know Dissero? Anyone who put a thorn in the Empires side the way he and Velok did was worth knowing about. Of course, Anaya hadn't met him, but then she rarely met anyone new these days. She was absorbed by her own plans of inflicting Chaos upon the great governments of the galaxy. She made a mental note to cross paths with him, even just to shake his hand and thank him for the inconvenience he caused the Empire.

She was impressed at how well Soliael was restraining himself, even as he pulled her roughly towards him he still contained himself. Most would have caved by now, but then it was no fun after that. One hand moved to the band of his pants, fingers slipping beneath it a few centimetres teasing him before withdrawing. "Yes." she replied, her lips brushing his with each word "Never have I seen the Jedi flee so fast. It was a glorious day...one of the very few glorious days the Empire has actually had."

She kissed him then, fierce and demanding and mentally kicking herself for breaking first as her teeth found his lower lip and she drew back. Another question popping into her mind. "Do you want to rule the galaxy, or just frak with it?"

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Soliael he felt he had won a very small part of the war here, she had broken first and that gave him the confidence to continue. The son of Moridin tensed every single muscle in his body, his arms, his legs, everything knotted into a dense mass of constricted Muscle. He clung to her hips, not moving from his position. This was dangerous for him, in many more ways than one. If he gave in to Anaya it was very likely that she would black widow him, especially if she no longer found him interesting.

He had to continue this game.

“Neither.” Soliael said still answering truthfully. His smirk widened slightly as he thought of his own future, what he would bring to this galaxy. He chose not to further expand on his answer, letting her curiosity grow.

His next question for her was something far more close to his heart, something he had sought after for a long time. “Did he teach you to walk through Chaos?”

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

His answer annoyed her somewhat. She drew back slightly to scowl at him for such a closed response, wondering how she could get more information out of him. His smirk made her want to know, not because she wanted to help or hinder him, but because she was nosy and it was her business to be nosy and know things that others did not.

"No." she replied a touch of cold seeping into her voice. Being cheated out of a good answer had not settled on her well. "I don't believe he taught anyone that skill, but then I didn't stick around for long enough to persuade him to teach me."

She clicked her tongue "Is that why your here?"

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Disappointment was evident on his face for just a few seconds. He had hoped that Anaya would know how Moridin had crossed over into Chaos. His mother had not known and neither had Anara, it seemed that that was one skill that was truly lost now that his Father was gone. Soliael had not been keen to learn the skill, but he had wanted to know HOW it was done. He was ever questing after knowledge, and the ability to walk through Chaos...that was a great trick.

“Partly, but as I said before I am here mostly to learn about my father as a whole. I despise it when knowledge is lost.” Again he told the truth, in fact he had not told a single lie, something that surprised even him. His smirk was quickly replaced on his face, and then he pulled her close to him planting a solid Kiss on her lips.

It was a way to placate her, and hopefully get her back in the mood to play the game. “Were you fond of him?”

It was a personal question, but one that he had asked everyone he had questioned Moridin about.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya was an easy creature to please in reality, if you gave her enough attention, played by her rules and kept her interested then she was likely to remain happy. The moment you stopped paying attention, you became dull or you broke the rules she became an enemy no one really wanted to have. While she liked to fight you face to face, she much preferred to sneak up from the shadows and stab you in the back just to be safe. Soliael made the right move pulling her back for a kiss, drawing her mind back to the game, rather than how disappointed she had been with the answer he had given her.

"Yes," she replied softly, an emotion crossing her face that was rarely seen by anyone, something akin to sadness, perhaps even regret. As fast as it had come it was gone. "Very much so. He taught me a great deal, set me on the path to power. I think, perhaps the feeling was mutual..."

She tilted her head her smirk returning "What is your end goal, if not domination nor messing with the order of things?"