Private In The Depths

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They were all dead. The final saber swing was the turn of the page that ended the chapter. As Persenus' blade retracted into the hilt, the battle's adrenaline started to seep away from him. He let out a breath that he didn't know he had been holding. He was getting better at this, he would've died to ten of these Bounty Hunters back a few days ago when he could only handle three. But he was still bleeding. Badly. It didn't matter how smart or skilled he was, he had realized long ago in those fight pits. Fights always kept him on edge, no matter who he was against. It was chaos and luck out here, and anyone who thought otherwise was going to end up dead.

He didn't know where he was. He had been smuggling himself on ships if wasn't going to overtake them. At first, innocent standing ships were fine, bounty hunters would often try negotiations to get to him as killing bystanders were a tad too much even for the morals of the scum of the lot. However, as his Bounty went up, the longer he stayed at large, and the more bodies he piled, negotiations became more aggressive. Now, they just shoot them down. He'd be hiding away in the cargo hold until a sudden impact would set the ship twirling down into the atmosphere of the planet. If he had a peggat for each time he had to find a way to survive a ship crash, he wouldn't be scraping away to find work each time he has to leave the planet. Kark. Now, Persenus was dragging himself out of the burning forest that the battle took place in. The fires of the ship he had been hiding upon were still burning long and persistently, casting shadows upon his weary body as he fled into the night, leaving the corpses of his adversaries to be consumed by the flames.

He wasn't sure if there civilization on this planet. He didn't even know where he was going. He at least needed to find a safe place to perform healing upon himself with the Bacta Stims he had grabbed off of the cadavers he had left behind. At least, he needed to find some place that looked secure, like a cave, or somewhere without any burning trees, or a dilapidated temple. A dilapidated temple? It had taken his eyes a moment to adjust, blurry from the rush of battle and the stream of blood coming from his forehead, but he managed to make out the entrance of a temple carved into the mountain side. It looked to be worn and old, the structure failing at the seams. Yet it was better shelter than any.

He approached it with an great annoyance, seeing that it was more than a short walk away, his wounds and aching legs not exactly happy to feel more stress. He tried his best to use Control Pain to muffle the stinging feeling of vital fluid escaping his body. As he approached, the two large stone doors stood in his way. Upon them were etchings of things that his old master would've find interest in and try to lecture Persenus about but to him, they were just decorated obstacles. He attempted to push them open with his one good hand and would see that his strength, often superhuman even without the Force, was failing him. He grumbled beneath his breath as he stood back, attempting to use a powerful Force Push to throw them open. All he had was a shake and sound of scraping stone. He gritted his teeth as irritation and exhaustion melded together into his primal anger as the darkside channeled through him and his tattoos glowed a deep dark red,. He took off in a running start before raising his barefoot to the door.

Even with all that strength behind it, the doors only budged barely enough for him to slip through the opening, though he did leave quite lasting mark on the etchings. It was a monastery-like place with the main room as an Ampitheater. He would immediately find himself in descent as he went forward, stepping down the staircase with toiling breaths, using the stone-carved seats as a support. He was thinking of going further inside to secure himself in a room, but his injuries were finally catching up. He groaned as he would place himself on a seat, now attending to his wounds.

He took off his lower garments, the scarf around his waist that held his saber now hung on the back rest beside him. He found his femoral artery and took the bacta stim, readying himself for the entrance of the syringe. The bacta would circulate through him faster then and after three of them were used, he was sure that his wounds would heal. He just wasn't sure if they would heal fast enough. Just for the final nail in the coffin, though the hammering might be unsteady, he mustered up the use of the force once more that night and while he was no Lightsiding Jedi, he found himself attempting to use Force Healing upon his wounds.

He wouldn't have the time or consciousness to gauge his efforts as the weariness found him. His eyes finally shut, and he went into slumber in that ampitheater.

Ora Haskarr
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[Ora Haskarr]

For weeks she had traveled with a hired hand. She knew he didn't have much to say about her, she knew he thought she was just a strange little rich girl with a desire for the old and ancient. She knew he was wrong in every aspect of his voice and thought on the matter. The voice in her head said as much, yet he was her guide to this place and there was no point in eating him. Not yet anyway. He had a habit of oversharing his knowledge of the world, which at its very core was wrong, yet Ora was far too polite to correct him.

Finally, when they arrived on this planet she felt a wash of relief to be able to put some distance between herself and this man. Exploration was her savior. Yet the man warned her of the dangers that came with where they were going and urged her to heed his words. He would lead her safely around, he would ensure there were no dangers.

A shame he didn't know what danger was sitting in the jump seat next to him rolling her eyes.

Hours were spent wandering with this man, Ora herself wearing a suit to protect her from the harsh rays of the day. As night fell however she made her first discovery in the form of a temple. Nevermind the wreckage her guide warned her as they approached, never mind the smell of death that filtered through the suit she wore. No. This was what she wanted.

Her keen eye noted the entrance had been disturbed, just barely but something got through and that meant she could get in there too. She pushed through the doors, the bulk of her armor scraping against the stone, scuff the paint in the process. Yet it hardly mattered to her. She took the time to remove the suit. Tossing each piece into a heap on the ground at the entrance. She'd come back for it, at the moment she simply wanted her freedom of movement and the connection with whatever might be here.

She stared at the etchings and glyphs on her walk, mindful to keep her hands to herself as she walked down further into the temple. Each step upon the stairs measured. She was alert, but her mind raced with thoughts of what could be and what might be. Then it came on the stale air and hit her nose. Ora's head snapped in the direction of it. Blood. Far from old. Far from ancient and turned. A soft sound began to grow in her throat, akin to a growl as the predator inside her fought to take control and come to the surface. It was there the creature inside her tried to take control, at least she told herself that.

She followed the smell further into the Amphitheater until she found the cause. Lips parting ever so softly, she debated the options before her. Was he breathing? Did he smell alive? Slowly she crouched down, her head canting to the side, white hair shifting and falling from the messy bun she had put it in. Her nearly white eyes peered at him. Then she reached out and simply... pushed him.

- Eat him.
- No. No. Don't eat him.
- Take his things.. he doesn't need his things...

"Shut up." Her voice spoke with a commanding authority, to nothing but the dust and memories in this place.

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[PERSENUS]

The night he arrived turned to day, his bleeding body finally setting anew, but the scent of his blood still braved the air around him like an ominous aura wafting around his visage to those of keener scent, though many of lesser senses may still perceive such stimuli. He did not only smell of his own ichor - the aroma of the blood of others circulated around him as well, along with a charred and crisp flavor to it all. The fires of his ship had long stopped, leaving a part of the large forest outside in ashes and infertile. Still, it did little to disturb the rest of Persenus, though he was still accompanied by the unfavorable machinations of his dreams as he slumbered in the amphitheater. He was in a trance, kept still in time for much of the night, yet his senses on the physical world would not be muffled.

The sound of scrapping stone awoken him from a slumber he had been very much needing after having gone two days on two hours of sleep. He was still very much annoyed and, dare I say, cranky at the cause of his awakening, but he opted to keep his anger in check. What was it this time? Sith Assassin? Bounty Hunter? He would not know. He would not care. He'll kill them like the ones just last night, though preferably without the life-threatening injuries. He awaited on his bed of stone, hugging his lightsaber to his chest for the newcomer to not see that he was armed, though he would've liked to hide the fact that he was naked as he had to fix his injuries through the artery in his inner thigh.

He would await for her to get close, using his physical senses along with the senses gifted to him by the Force, granting him awareness beyond his perception. Each footstep she took resounded to him, giving him an idea of where she was, what she was doing. She seemed to inspect him, and he could feel the thoughts that betrayed her roll around in his mind. She was debating over something, what exactly he didn't know. He wasn't a very notable telepath, really, and her shields would likely be too strong for a master to pry in with any ease. All that he knew was that she was conflicted with his presence; all but confirming that she was not a Sith, as he knew that a true Sith would not show such hesitation and internal conflict.

"Shut up." He heard her speak aloud. Was she crazy? 'Chaos take me,' Persenus thought to himself as he tried to keep still. The push rocked him a bit but at least it was better than a knife to his back or a blaster to his head. Anyways, he sprung forth with blinding speed from his resting position, pushing forth the animalistic ferocity that he had always fought with once more as he attempted to pin her against another amphitheater chair with his inhuman strength.

"Why are you here!" He asked in a rather impolite manner. If she was really taken by surprise and could not respond to his sudden advance, she would come to see what he is - a bald Echani Male covered head to toe with tattoos, naked atop her. Yellow eyes gleamed through the shadows of the amphitheater, signifying where his allegiance with the Force was, yet no signs of any visible Dark Side corruptions yet, he was still rather handsome with a perfectly symmetrical face if not for the rather beaten up nose from what was likely several hundred fights before.

"Did the Sith send you!?" He uttered out with even more poison. Darksider, but he seemed to have ill-repute with the Sith.

Ora Haskarr
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[Ora Haskarr]

She wondered for only the briefest moments what all this could mean. What and why fate had led her down a path to a derelict temple with a person cloaked in blood and death laying before her. She wondered what threads she had pulled to invoke such an encounter. Her mind was a flurry, shielded from his intrusions naturally but it was written all over her face. Such as she was, emotion was key to her and she wore it proudly.

She reeled backwards as the man moved, unprepared for the movement. When her back found the solid chair she gave but a brief hint of a wince. The pain wasn't all that bad, but her wounded pride was another matter. Instinctively she bore her teeth at the man, sharp canines only growing longer in defence of herself. Those nearly white eyes locked on to his face and she brought up a hand, reaching his throat in an attempt at pushing him off of her.

Should have eaten him.

It didn't dawn on her at this moment that the man had no clothing, she was simply prepared to rip him apart, to go for the weak spots that were soft and accessible. Her other hand quickly dove to her side, reaching for a blade at her hip, yet despite the movement she spoke, her voice low, hoarse. "Exploring." She spits back right at him. There was... something off about her, one that could have matched the very air he bore. An unsettling aura that radiated off her in waves. Something not right. Strange in a way and it simply wasn't from her appearance.

"I could smell your blood the moment I walked in here." She growls at him while shoving him once more. "I'm no Sith either." Her voice carried its own disdain with that word, she seemed to not enjoy the accusation that she was sent by them or that she might be one of them.

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[PERSENUS]

He could tell what she was the moment he laid his eyes on her. Sangine Vampirika - or so he remembered. Sanguinia Vampire? Or was it backwards? His master had taught him of their race to rather overly extensive measures, though much of what he said went through the other ear like most of everything else his master had taught him. He knew of their enhanced physical abilities, their diet of blood, and their advanced connection to the Force, though nothing more. Perhaps that was the strange ambience that circled around her, or perhaps it was something else.

Upon the movement of her hand to his throat, Persenus reacted appropriately, pinning that hand with the free hand he had. His tattoos shimmered, signifying light use of the Force to enhance his strength to ensure he was keeping her there as he bared down on her. The hilt end of her saber moved to her throat as she went for her own blade, threatening to activate his weapon if she went on. "Don't try me, Schutta..." He said with a stern voice and an even more stern grip upon her wrist.

"So you take me for prey then?" The audible lividity thundered off his mouth as it came into his own snarl. He should kill her now. She'd be more trouble than anything, and leaving people alive has always come to bite him in the down the line. Yet there was hesitation overtook him. He wanted to excuse it by her appearance - she was a Noblewoman and killing her would bring more trouble to him with an even larger bounty on his head, but ultimately it boiled down to one thing. He was tired of killing. Killing everything just to survive - he would've been better off if he was just left in the pits where his master had found him. He was tired of his paranoia gnawing at his sense of self, the version of himself that fought for a reason; glory and advancement.

He denied the rabid animal inside him, pulling back, and letting go of her. He walked backwards, keeping an eye on her as he put his clothes back on. The fact that he had none made the shame even more apparent. He was turning more and more into a beast that would maul even a passing bystander just to find solace in their death. He hated it. He hated himself for what he was becoming - a Sith completely consumed by the Dark Side, taken over by the tool they were supposed to master. There is no greater shame than that.

"I... apologize for my rashness." He would mumble out. When was the last time he said sorry for something? He wouldn't deny himself weakness - No matter how strong he was becoming in a physical sense, he was losing himself in the chaos. Weakness has been his life for years, an apology was the start of that recognition.

Ora Haskarr

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[Ora Haskarr]

Her teeth clenched as her wrist was forced back away from his throat. Her dead like eyes were locked on him, yet beyond the coldness and oddness, there was a fire there. Raging deep inside her. She wasn't going to die here today, and with that thought, the voices ceased, and there came a moment of clarity she hadn't known in some time. Ora was still as the man's lightsaber came to rest across her throat, her hand going slack and limp, not even attempting to draw her blade. "Says the man who has me pinned." She growls at him. There was a part of her that wondered how far this could go. What dangers that could be experienced, what twisted powers this tattooed man had. They were all just thoughts after all. One that scared her deep down and made her wonder about herself.

"You are not fodder." She retorted quickly at his accusation. "You smelled hurt, possibly wounded. I am not some beast that flies into a blood lust the moment I see or smell blood. If my curiosity about your condition has put you on edge then I have to wonder exactly what you are hiding from in here." Ora hissed at him, her upper lip quivering in some offended anger.

There was a wash of relief when he finally let her go. Ora stayed seated, however, eyes focused on him. She needed to be careful with this one. Despite the interest, she might have in just what was going on with him, he was in every shape and form as dangerous if not more than the people she hired. She would idly rub her wrist as he spoke to her in a more civilized and calm manner, her lips pressing into a thin line. She also stared at him as he got dressed, making no effort to avert her eyes.

"And now you apologize." She says, gently leaning forward in her seat. "I will be honest with you. I had no idea anyone was in this temple, and while it might seem a great opportunity to drain you of your blood while you slept, my full intention was to see if you were actually alright." Slowly she would stand, eyes still on him. Still cautious.

"With your apology, you owe me your name." She was far from diplomatic, and that demand made it obvious the type of woman she was.

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[PERSENUS]

"Vinas." It was a name he hasn't been called by in a long time until after his desertion. Vinas had been his birthname - his real name, some would say. It wasn't a designation the Sith would associate him with, only knowing him by two names. By record, there is very little information of him being linked back to this old identity, only knowledge that this child once worked under a Noble House of Eshan. If they were to search him by name, it is possible that they'd find this Vinas character to only be a mistake. At least for the gullible ones.

He had finished putting on his clothes, as minimal as they were. Long, armorweave trousers that ended just above the ankle, thought the ends were obstructed by wound red pieces of leather that held it above his barefeet. His accented waistline would be wrapped by a red coarse weave cloth, leaving his upper body bare save for what seemed to be a brown Jedi cloak. It is easy to assume where he had gotten that. His saber hung upon his scarf belt, rather precariously but it wasn't under threat of constantly falling. Now, he was fully-clothed, or at least fully clothed with what he had.

"I thank you for your consideration but it is best you keep your questions about me to yourself for now on." He said as he turned his back, looking towards the amphitheater center. "I've come here only last night to rest and recuperate. I did not take the time to see the ruins for themselves. He walked down the remaining steps, his fingers tracing upon the rests of the stone-carved seats on his way down. "I've grown accustomed to visiting locations like this when I was younger. I have developed enough familiarity to know that this place is of Sith Architecture."

He found it ironic that at some point in time, the Jedi were more likely to use Brutalist Architecture in their buildings similarly to the more Paladian and Gothic works of the Sith in that same era. He could smell the alchemic traces in the air, though one not acquainted with the arts, no matter how advanced their senses in both the Force or in actual sensory abilities, would detect the presence of darkside alterations to the materials of the building. It was subtle, though he had a feeling that deeper within the walls, there was something that told of greater secrets.

"You mentioned you were here exploring?" He looked back to her. Was she like his master? He hoped not. He could not take anymore of the blathering monologues upon even more blathering monologues about how the advantageous the machicolations of Sith Temples were vital in the fights against the Jedi. There was a reason why he tried to kill him besides knowing it would advance him in rank.

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[Ora Haskarr]

She'd remember that name. It wasn't often she forgot them, save for days when the world was gray and dim when the voices screamed and drowned out the world. Thinking then was hard. Remembering anything was hard. "My name is Ora." She says, take and give was a lesson she was taught as a child. Politeness a gift in nobility. She wasn't all so demanding when the other party gave her what she asked for. She was even so polite as to spare the titles. This one didn't seem like he'd care much for flouncy things. "And it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance despite the circumstances that led us to this exchange."

She found his attire to be interesting. Then again a woman such as her was used to finer things, though that hardly said much given the armor she had stripped herself of the moment she got in here. Now just in the form-fitting black, light weave undersuit. It contrasted well in the dark against her bone-white skin at least. She followed him, matching a measured step behind him, not invading his space and keeping some distance.

"I had some sense to assume it was belonging to them, but, I wanted to know for myself." She says as she takes a moment to really look around, staring into the darkness for a moment before bringing her attention back to him. "I was exploring. But I found no relics as of yet unless you consider yourself one." Was that a grin creeping across her lips? It sure was. She looked to the side, her fingers finding purchase on some stone, spider walking her sharp nails across it. "To elaborate. I find places like this and look for knowledge, relics even, and sometimes a bit of history." She knew better than to give too much information.

"You could join me...In exploring this place." Those words came out of her mouth far quicker than she could really think about them, and she was far too stubborn to really correct her course. He would either agree or tell her no. Either or, she'd deal with it.

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[PERSENUS]

"Pleasure is all mine." He said, looking over his shoulder as he continued to look about. The engravings upon the walls suggested that this was a place of competitive congregation, though that could be said of most remnants the Sith had built. No, this place was specifically an area to unveil something. With the amphitheater as the main room, he knew that this was a place where socialization was mostly towards audience. Education and preach-work would be crossed off the list - there was nothing upon the stage to suggest that. He figured something unique would be taken upon the stage, likely something for each new topic.

He had a feeling that the topics were around Sith Alchemy. The stench of it wafted in the air. Persenus, or Vinas, could guess that this was their display. This room is where they would show off their creations. No windows for natural light were present, only long dead artificial ones. The large heavy doors combined with that he guessed would be to prevent something from getting lose, or something from coming in. He hasn't encountered any strange beings on this planet just yet, so he'd say it was more for keeping something in. This could be a genetic mutant made from Sith Alchemy, supporting his idea. As pale as the Sith became, a little sunlight wouldn't exactly hurt them.

He climbed up onto the stage, examining the large mural that acted as the main centerpiece. If it wasn't obvious then, it was clear to him now that this was a place of science as it had no symbology of actual Sith ideals in spite of the surroundings. It was a mesh of a creation - some sort of Human-Like Mythosaur. That, itself, would be a frightening thing to deal with. He could assume that this temple was from before or during the era of Mandalorian Taung, or at least around that time. From there, he could confirm that this place, indeed, was old as chit.

He began his inspection of the mural wall in a more thorough manner, his hands scanning about it, using not only his sense of touch but his senses with the Force to search for any anomalies within the structure. With the Sith, even till today, there usually were. He listened to Ora as he rifled through the surface area with knocks and slides of his hand, only stopping to give her a look of sarcastic amusement at her remark of him being a relic. He might be bald but he wasn't old. Was he? "My master took the same interests as you, though by now he would've taken the time to lecture me on how the alignment of the chairs combined with the absence of natural meant kark-all if I know. Some useless chit that would've passed through anyone listening, no matter how attentively."

And then, he found it. Just as she asked him if he would accompany her, he took a step back from the wall. His tattoos started to shimmer a dark red aura once more as he bounded forward with extreme inhuman speed, merely a blur even to those attuned with the Force. His foot landed solidly on the face of the wall, a sudden rectangular division happening as he kicked down the thick, hidden entrance to a narrow corridor that lead to somewhere likely important and interesting. His response to her question would be a gesture to her, beckoning her to come delve deeper with him.

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[Ora Haskarr]

While Vinas took the time to look around, Ora has begun to do the same. She wasn't really looking for anything in particular. More so just trying to get an understanding of the layout. "I'm sure." She said to him when he said it was his pleasure. She had a doubt considering their interaction, but she also wouldn't hold it against him. With a glance towards where he stood on the stage, staring at the mural she would finally approach.

Ora climbed the stage gracefully, looking it over before it was inevitably broken by this strange tattooed man. She had no desire to tell him how she might have needed that imagery, or how it might be important. The only thing that went through her mind was a soft voice that often made no attempt at speaking. Like some beast, it spoke in a hushed growl in her ear.

Let it happen.

And so she did. "I'm not the type to lecture." She says while peering at the passage he had found. "I wouldn't care to lecture you." She stares. "If you do not care, then why even put forth the effort." She shrugs her shoulders. She paused a moment when he gestured to enter she would look to him a moment. She lingered briefly before stepping through the passage, looking over her shoulder to ensure he was coming. "Is that all your master did? Lecture you on things you could care less about?"

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[PERSENUS]

Persenus followed promptly, bending down slightly to accommodate for the smaller space they were delving into. His hands scoured the walls as they ventured further, feeling the intricate engravings left behind by those that built this temple. Some parts of the walls were rough and raw, the pieces of it that held the finely crafted mural having fallen on off what he assumed to be millennia ago. The smell of alchemic and dark arts were spiraling out from deeper into the darkness. Eventually, the darkness overcame any sight save for the long dim opening they had entered through. Travelling a Sith Temple in the dark was a death sentence no matter the skill of the adventurer. His hands came to his hip, finding purchase upon his saber. "I will give us some light."

He drew his blade, the red glow illuminating the pathway down towards an endless abyssal blackness. It was then that Persenus noticed a pattern that could not have been naturally caused by age and erosion. Upon the walls were markings, deep and wide crumbled crevices tilting upwards as it went inward He slipped his hand into them, feeling at least twenty centimeters deep. He brought his saber closer to the openings, inspecting the cracks further. There were no distinct lines of or pathways downwards, nor did it have any wetness to it. Looking deeper, the openings didn't have any holes further in. The markings were always near three vertically, stroking the walls horizontally, and on the opposite wall was a mirror to them. These were not caused by erosion. Someone or something made them.

"My master did a lot of things. Things I didn't care about at the time." He said as he investigated the odd patterns. "I wasn't much of a scholar." He still wasn't, but this was a break away from his usual business of running from Bounty Hunters and the Sith. Of course, he figured whatever made these markings would likely be dangerous, but there was never a moment in Persenus' life that didn't have adversity looming over it, threading the next horrible circumstance. He was used to it, even in his down time and personal escapades as Sith Knight. "He taught me more than a hand in Sith Alchemy. Haven't found much use of the skill, not until now. The place reeks of it."

As they progressed forward, he saw something scarily out of place. The fact that it was out of place was already rather taboo for an Ancient Sith Temple - a dead body. A skeleton, specifically. The bones were fragile, yellowed with age. Much of it was already crumbling to dust with the only survivors being the spine, some of the ribs, and the skull. This was the first skeleton he has seen in the temple, and it made him wonder what path they were going down. First the markings, then a dead man. He figured that whatever came through here was what killed this man, and hopefully it wasn't moving through here yet again.

"I have reason to believe," He said with a grave tone shift in his voice. "That there is something big and filled with sharp edges in the temple."

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[Ora Haskarr]

Ora focused on other things. The darkness welcomed to her. While her companion felt the walls, she was looking at the floor. Here she felt calm, without the push of whispering voices that demanded and wanted things from her. Ora only turned her head after the man spoke. Her eyes narrowing just a little. The glow of his saber does make it easier to see, and she is thankful. For but a brief moment she stares at it before her eyes are back on the path they were walking.

"A deadly nightlight." She says with a bit of humor in her tone.

She let him take the lead in this, letting him look and inspect. She only took notes mentally about the structure and the things she saw. Slowly her brows arched as he spoke of his master. "A shame you had such a terrible time. Sith Alchemy huh?" She asks as she steps in to see what he was looking at, eyes not on the subject but on him. "Something I've wanted to learn but never found anyone to teach me." She wouldn't pry much into it, he didn't seem to want to discuss those things.

Her eyes fell upon the skeleton as they continued, pausing she felt the crawl of her skin, the prickling goosebumps of strange excitement. Death. Beautiful Death. "We shouldn't fear it." She says, her own tone shifting to something darker, something excited. "And if it tries to kill us. We kill it."

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Persenus would recede slightly when she came close. He wasn't exactly comfortable with people in close proximity of him outside of a fight, especially not after... that time in the Fight Pits. He would attempt to hide his discomfort, though such restraint did not come easily. "It wasn't all that bad. Temples like these were always an exciting adventure, and we went to them often." He liked them because there was usually something to kill, like those ancient droids in Korriban. The Sithspawn were a bit more troubling. "Sith Alchemy is boring and tedious, honestly. Its the next step after mastery of the Force to some but it's not something you can rely on consistently." Not when you're like Persenus, perpetually broke and needing of resources.

He could feel the slight expression of fear from Ora roll around in his mind. She should be rightfully so though her words betrayed such notion. "I don't believe you quite understand what this means." He stood up from his inspection, dusting off his cloak that had been touching the ground. "The creature is likely Sithspawn and creatures like these are often enhancements upon their original forms. Creatures like these were often used to hunt down other Force-Users, many displaying natural use of the Force, resistance to Lightsabers, and other such abilities."

"It's best that we try to avoid it. If its still alive after all these years, that is." He trudged onwards, the scent of Sith Alchemy growing stronger. Eventually, he found out why. The tunnel lead to the main holding room for a variety of creatures, dead creatures, that is. Most of whatever was left in the holding cells were dead, only skeletons left. These were Sithspawn, he guessed, and the tunnel was used to easily drag them out of this containment area to the ampitheater for display.

Their shields were down, meaning the creatures would have been free to go, but the fact that the skeletons were still in their cells meant that the shields didn't go down quickly. What Persenus was nervous about were the cells that didn't have any remnants in them.

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