Private In the Den of Knowledge

[Amur]

Ubiqtorate Station above Yaga Minor​

There was always a hum to this place despite the silence that it tried to enforce over everyone presiding over it. The workings of air filtration systems, electrical noise of some form radiating it's dull drone as old electronics intermingle with the new. Aging pipes singing their maladies and the sight of bored idle soldiers trying to make their long shifts pass that little bit faster. Ubiqtorate station was possibly one of the more boring places to be posted for the common rank and file or the normal adventure seeker. yet for many this place was a refuge as the quiet space born tomb carried and held onto it's contents in relative peace. A station here was a reprieve from chaos and a sanction of order in an age when anyone that was more resilient to the imperial brain washing would start to realize that the Empire was starting to wade through murky water, water that had it's share of predators.

Amur was was patiently reading and scanning through a data tape in the main processing room of the archives as her mind was trying to read through some contents relating to Dathomir. A few trips on the deadly red planet having sparked a curiosity and this place's old and heavily quantified knowledge, which was bound to have at least some answers. She had been given a simple assignment patrol and make sure the operational security of the Archives. It wasn't the most flattering or glamorous of work but that didn't bother the Sith, mainly because of the wealth of knowledge at her fingertips and the reasoning behind it. Yaga Minor: The planet that this station orbited around was now put into a precarious position, a hostile power having emerged and now within a few sectors of it. The New Imperial Order: what a curious outgrowth from the tumors of sedition. Hell bent on destroying it's ideological parent convinced that it knew better, all of it seemed quaint. Amur released the tape out of the computer she was using and with a bit of care knowing that this device could likely be a few life times older then her had it reprocessed and put back into the archival machinery. The mechanical arms whirling using their hard coded loyalty and adherence to commands guaranteeing that the tape was put back into it's designated exact position where it belonged, all in order as it should.

Amur quickly arched her back and pulled her shoulders back as a few cracking noises brought a bit of relief to her back as it grew agitated from the long period of sitting. The pain was tolerable for today, a good three out of ten. It could fade into the back ground much in the same way that one could let tinnitus become just another noise in the silence. The sith marched out of the room and began her normal patrol inspecting any guards, personnel and other such workers to see if they were staying in mind. Amur was glad that they weren't on the front lines. They would have died way too quickly and have been of no use in a straight up battle, but they were adequate for guard duty. A lot of them were young too, many not even in their twenties. A highlight of The Sith Empire's aggressive conscription policies, Several of these boys and girls didn't know how to fight like men and women but the empire would likely see that they would learn how to die like them. Still despite their naivete and youth one thing didn't change and that was the fact that the sight of a marching Sith would cause their backs to stiffen their arms at the ready to salute and their voices to transition from casual to professional. At least they could respect and recognize power.

Amur went back to the main security office at the stationed checking in, with crew that monitored the station's security feeds, and then quietly made her way to the meditation room onboard the station. Instructing them to alert her if they saw anything objectionable. Though now sealed away in the chamber the Sith kneeled to the ground and took a meditative stance. A few scant breathes and her mind began to wander to and fro the passages in her brain as a wealth of topics could hover. This time her mind was mulling over the Confederacy First Mandate of the CIS that went into effect, entertaining and trying to read into all the implications that this new isolationist attitude could possibly mean and the chances that it could translate into war of any kind. Quickly though while it was fixated upon that began to fade as a more selfish desire within the Sith was merging into the forefront. How would this affect her ability to contact Kalanda? Her mind now began to divulge in a battle of rational and sensual now as the whirlwind in her mind hastened in pace, unable to come to any conclusion. A wave of frustration began to overtake her as she now desired something that she could distract herself with.

Tarrik Kestis

 

[Tarrik Kestis]

Ubiqtorate station had been of some unique interest for the First Brother, it had been a wealth of knowledge. For the Inquisitor, he was here to acquire knowledge of the old empire. Entering inside he killed the guards with relative ease. Whether someone was here or not he did not know. He had come to acquire more knowledge to aid in the growing rebellion against the Sith Empire. The Imperial kind of course. The First Brother already knew of the horrors of the Sith, and had come to the revelation that the people will not suffer the brutalities of the Sith. Even if he as a servant of the dark side.

Wandering undetected, he had found someone within the pile of records. Moving within the shadows, looking at the being. It looked as if it was a woman. Sensing her within the dark side. He wondered with his new gear and lightsaber. Taking her in a duel would be interesting. As a hunter of both Jedi and Sith. Being groomed in such a role. He was prepared to take on any foe, and a lone Sith within what he was looking for. Then an idea had come to his mind, perhaps he would speak to the Sith, convince her of the cause of the New Order. Not all need not die with Carnifex and his Ilk.

Wandering inside the room, looking at her his lightsaber still activated in a single blade. The crescent form formed a snug hold and guard around his fingers. Looking at her, as he stepped forth. He was curious of her, questions had come to his mind, whether or not she would listen to him. If she would attack him or not. He would assume she would go on the offensive, hence why his blade hadn't shut off. Keeping it down. All he did was stare at her with curiosity.

"It seems I am not the only one seeking knowledge. Greetings Sith, if you are wondering about the security, they will not be coming to join us."

Amur

 

[Amur]

Her mind pondered and a slow heavy sigh was reverberated from her helmet. Her body was starting to feel heavy again and a haze briefly dominated her mind. A gloved hand began to reach up for her helmet a finger now clasping a button to unlock it, and taste the stale reprocessed air without it being filtered through her helmet. As she was beginning to lift the helmet up she felt a chill rise up her spine, and immediately resealed the armored headpiece back as she stood up. There she heard nothing of a Sith visiting today. Something was amiss, best it was a Lord making a random stop worst well, that's why her hand reached for her Saber.

By the time she sensed the presence it was already closing in on her, the lack of warnings from anyone already setting off alarm bells. She turned around, saber ready to ignite to defend herself. The door would come open in the simple open chamber as a flood of red light had caked the otherwise dark room. Amur would lock her gaze with someone she never saw in the flesh before. The dark side tainted him though. Her right hand gripping the lightsaber tightly as she waited in anticipation. Surely this was the prime opportunity to strike, caught off guard and cornered, with little knowledge. Yet he didn't do that. Instead he just stood there and watched before a voice came.

She understood immediately security and guards likely dispatched with and killed... shame. Still questions began to form, she didn't like the way he said Sith. There was a distant air the way it came from him. A shoulder pad betrayed an emblem of the New Imperial Order. A sworn enemy it seemed. A part of her wanting to see him bleed and suffer for catching her off guard, only to stop knowing that she was being handed a golden chance to recoup and seize a opportunity of her own. He'd seemed to want to talk and so they shall talk.

"I'm flattered you'd had the courtesy to make things private for us. The fact you haven't tried to kill me yet is also a nice touch." Amur spoke as she backed away a few pace eyes still on the intruder and his odd helmet. Still couldn't shake the fact that it felt like she was being observed like a lab rat. She was now watching in kind seeing the armor and odd saber hilt design trying to get as much information as she could. You could never let your guard down around Sith, there's always a chance that the momentary facade of peace would be broken.

"So to whom do I have the pleasure of conversing with?"

Tarrik Kestis

 

[Tarrik Kestis]

The First Brother looked at his quarry with curiosity. He was curious of the Sith before him, perhaps even an opportunity to study his opponent. There was a quiet tension in the air. Both of them would perhaps love nothing more than to start tearing each other's throats. Yet while as fun as that seemed. For the moment the Inquisitor was pleased with just learning his opponent. With the plans to invade the Sith Empire drawing near. He needed to see if there was anything of value that the Inquisitor would take whether it be battle plans, tactics, or perhaps of any enemies that he may find and destroy. It would be no use if he was too hasty in getting what he desired.

When she asked who he was, through the painful feeling of his mask. He gave her a smirk. "I am the Inquisitor, you may call me First Brother. I can ask who you are? You probably wonder why I am here. You must already know that my masters seek to destroy yours. Either way, I seek access to those Sith archives. You would be wise to let me through. We both know that you may not let me pass so easily. You may even try to kill me which I hope you try." He said with his smirk never faltering. Looking at her eyeing her with a mix of disdain, and some unique curiosity. He knew what the Sith were like, yet reaching out with the Force. Giving a vague look into her mind. He did know that she was not perhaps the usual Sith. She perhaps could be different. Yet, all the same, she would meet his blade if she posed a threat.

His blade was ignited, only as a precaution. The blade kept low not going on the offensive just yet. The tension was heavy and still wondered if he could accomplish his goal. He would like to avoid violence if possible, even if he enjoyed it. He was only there to get the records he needed and would not wish to waste any more time then he already he has sneaking in.

Amur

 

[Amur]

There was something about his smirk and the way his lips moved that bothered her deeply. The way it twitched and quivered with every word triggering something in her mind that said something was wrong, and worse it felt familiar. Was he forcing himself to talk? That mask now becoming an entrancing focal point for her as she studied him in return. For some a covering was a way to mask the corruption of the dark side, others a second face to present as their facade, or for her a way to hide her old failures. Looking upon this 'First Brother' though it just looked ungainly and painful to wear, was this willing or a punishment? Either way it was an oddly pitiful sight for her.

The words that came from that pained mouth seemed to spark a few thoughts as her mind absorbed each syllable. An image and impression forming of the inquisitor before her. Authority, pride, nostalgia but a hint at subservience. She always hated how some people used the word master. A hand that fed was also one that controlled. Still she found herself to intrigued that she herself found herself trying to also reach out in the force to see if there was a tell, an insecurity. She didn't want to dig deep just get a read for his emotions.

"You can call me Amur. Funny you speak of wisdom, as I can also say it'd be equally unwise to let you be. I guess in that way we're both pawns in the hands of our 'masters'. In that way your hopes may be fulfilled." As she spoke there was a tang of truth from the Sith, while she didn't have a single master the price of failure was high, she knew if she did nothing that there would be retribution, as the Sith lords would seek to cut out a potential tumor of sedition, and worse they would break it in the most painful way, and that meant that they could potentially find out about her secret little witch...

Snapping herself out of that painful thought loop she looked back upon the inquisitor, upon that mask. "Tell me pawn, the archives you seek mostly contain records of a failed empire. I know you imperials have this obsession with it. Why try to resurrect such a flawed idea?"

Tarrik Kestis