Let's begin then, shall we? (N.O Dominion of Ventooine)

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The crew of the Mephirium had arrived in the orbit of Ventooine an hour or so before. They were met with no response. No ground control from the planet below, nor was there any space defense. The ship continued on its course, and had stopped to hang over the atmosphere of the planet before committing. Something was very off.


Graxin stood in the primary living quarters of the ship. A hand cupped his chin, and his brow was knit. His twin lightsabers hung visibly from his belt, and his hair had been brushed far back. The Knight idly toyed with an old wooden cube. It was a relic from the Wookie homeworld, a child's toy that he had picked up as a souvenir. The little object had served to be something of a comfort for the son of Krag in stressful situations.


[member="Linori Pryde"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Corvetta Salvo"] [member="Kelios Shara-da"] [member="Lord Eclipsion"]


He paced idly around the various pieces of furniture as he awaited for the others to arrive. They all needed to be ready before they began.

 

[Linori Pryde]

Linori slowly walks into the living quarters, holding a small data pad to her chest. It was all she really had in terms of belongings, so she guarded it well. Aswell as a defenseless miraluka could, anyways. She lifts her brow curiously as Graxin paced the room. Surely it wasn’t a good sign. Linori clears her throat rather obnoxiously and takes a seat on the far side of the room, awaiting instructions that she may or may not follow.
[member="Graxin Rade"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ferus moved into the room shortly after [member="Linori Pryde"] . He was quiet, and had Deus strapped to his waist. Surprisingly that was the only thing he brought with him on this big old trip they were having. Quickly he plopped down on one of the nearby couches, both hands settled nicely behind his head. It seems around these folk he's less.. Sith. More Krest. There we go. He's Krest around these lot. He watched [member="Graxin Rade"] pace back and forth for a moment before speaking up, his tone slightly annoyed.

"Kid, if you keep pacing like that you'll burn a hole through the ground. Relax already."

 

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Graxin paused midstep as the duo walked in. He gave Lin a small nod and a slip of a smile. She seemed displeased--then again, she always seemed that way. He hoped she would warm up to him eventually. His amber gaze drifted over to glance at Ferus, though the smile remained. "Good. We could build a ladder from here to the lower level then. It's called interior design Ferus." His arms fell down to his sides, and the smile faltered for a moment. He didn't know Krest, but he certainly knew Ferus. Easygoing as he could be, Graxin was still cautious.


[member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Linori Pryde"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ferus frowned for a moment before waving [member="Graxin Rade"] off. So the boy was going to be cautious. While good, it showed the effect Ferus had on people. A nessecary one for his ultimate goal, but truly, what were the costs?

At least he wasn't like [member="Linori Pryde"] and more or less shying away from the Zabrak. Well, maybe that's how she was to everyone. Ferus couldn't tell. Regardless, he spoke up, his easygoing voice turned serious.

"You are going to have to trust me at some point. I know, hard to do with a Sith. But not everyone is what you think they are kid."

 

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Gracin reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose and let a sigh escape him. He lowered his hands, and looked down at the Zabrak. "It's not that I don't trust you Ferus, I just know what you've done in the past. Back when you joined Krag." Krag. He hadn't said Father. That was rather new.



"We've trained and fought together, I appreciate that. It just take some adjusting, and I'm not exactly sure why you came with us."

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ferus peered at [member="Graxin Rade"] for a moment before leaning back in his seat, draping the red skinned arms over the back.

"Cause otherwise I'd of killed you. It's my job as your fathers enforcer. But, since I want Krag dead, I took the chance to see where you and your buddies stood. Who knows, you might even be able to help me out one day."

Course, he only speaks so comfortably because there's no one around that can overhear his words.

At least not on this ship. Not yet.

 

[Linori Pryde]

Linori kept quiet during their little conversation, mind reeling. Her gaze jumps from Ferus to Graxin, then Graxin to Ferus. It probably wouldn’t take long for them to realize she was staring. But how could she not? She quickly turns on her data pad and starts tapping at the screen to make it look like she was working. The miraluka didn’t want to overstep, but her curiosity was practically screaming inside her, a list of questions banging at the doors of her mouth.

She honestly couldn’t help herself. “So uh,” she speaks up, eyes not moving from her tablet. “Why would the Krag’s son and his right-hand-buddy want him dead? Youknowjustcuriousandall.” That couldn’t hurt, right?

[member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Graxin Rade"]

 

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Graxin certainly hadn't expected that. Ferus wanted Krag dead?! "But you're his lead enforcer." Graxin protested. His feelings on the Dark Lord were moot considering the situation. The Infiltrator had always considered Ferus to be quite loyal however. His gaze drifted back to the white haired Miraluka, his lips pursing as he tried to find his words.

"He's enslaved my siblings and executed my father but...I'm bound to him." He admitted sadly, and pushed his weight back against the caramel covered wall. "Why do you want him dead Ferus?....We should be touching down soon."


[member="Linori Pryde"] [member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"He made me."

It was a short and simple answer, but it was enough for Ferus. The subject on why he would want Vulcanus dead would have to be asked at a later time. For now he moved to stand, stretching out his arms above his head. Without so much as looking to either [member="Graxin Rade"] or [member="Linori Pryde"] he would move to the exit ramp, simply impatient to leave.

"What are we looking for again kid?"

 

[Linori Pryde]

Linori looks up from her tablet, watching the Sith Lord leave. Seems as though the Sith had their own internal struggles to worry about, though she couldn’t help but wonder where it all stemmed from. She takes a deep breath, then exhales, leaning back into her seat. There was a small moment of comfort when Darth Ferus left the room, though somewhere deep inside she could feel the very real presence of each force-affiliated person on the ship. She simply chose not to acknowledge it, or at least tried.

The miraluka glances towards Graxin, as though expecting him to have the answers. “You don’t seem too distressed over the aspect of someone offing your father, sir.”

[member="Graxin Rade"] [member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

( -_- My bad.)

 

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Graxin let a soft sigh escape him as Ferus strode off. Made him? What in Corellia's Nine Hells did the Sith Lord mean by that. Surely Krag hadn't been able to create life. Cloning, sure, but forming a sentient being with the force itself...the idea was disturbing. A shiver ran down Graxin's back, and Linori could certainly sense that from him. He was rather open with the woman; much as she disliked him. "He's not really my father, I just took to calling him that. He's the reason I had to kill your boss, and why I'm doing this right now."

Graxin settled on one of the sofas near Linori and continued. "He holds my brother and sister prisoner, and he'll kill them if I don't listen. My father is an evil creature...I don't particularly enjoy what I have to do." His tone was sincere, and for a moment, the Knight looked almost desperate.

That expression quickly melted away as he called out to Ferus. "When the news of the Architects arrived, the entire planet went dark. No space traffic, no communication, no lights on at night. Nothing. We're the vanguard for the fleet...we'll inspect what happened before anything major begins as soon as Corvetta gets us on the ground."


[member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Linori Pryde"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ferus would call back out. Yeah, he could feel the ease after he left. No, it didn't really make him feel good. But hey, this was the price to get what you wanted, right? It was, at least he hoped. Still looking away from [member="Graxin Rade"] and [member="Linori Pryde"] he'd call out again, his voice still soft.

"So the rest of the New Order will be joining us on the ground aye? Tell the girl she might not like what she's going to have to see. You know how the New Order is."

 

[Linori Pryde]

Linori tilts her head to the side, gaze resting on Graxin for a few moments before she returned to her tablet. “I figured you weren’t related by blood,” she comments dryly, “but that doesn’t make him not your father by any lesser means.” She seemed dubious of his words, a very distrusting tone coating her sentences. Weither the Emporer had a hold on this man or not, she didn’t seem to care.

His actions are his own.

Her gaze lingers back towards the exit where Darth Ferus stood and the others were sure to appear. She leans back in her seat and crosses her legs, listening to Graxin’s reports on the planet. No space traffic? No communications? Her mission was obvious, and she knew exactly what she had to do in order to help out her team. “Good luck,” she states firmly, patting the seat beside her. Linori looks up and raises a hand. “I’ll keep good watch over the ship while you check it out, I assure you.”

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[Corvetta Salvo]

Corvetta had never been a bad eavesdropper. Busying herself with hibernating systems and listening in to comm traffic, she had kept one ear on the conversation in the other section of the ship. Making her grand entrance, the pilot clapped her hands and smirked. "Revelations! We should keep Stripes around more often." She shot Graxin an odd look, as if to say, That whole fake father thing is frakkin' weird.

Leaning casually inside the doorway, the spacer chick glanced at the Miralukan. "You and me gonna get some girl talk in, Blinders?" Sometimes, she just said things. "Haven't had any with Grax-man around, lately. You know how he is."

[member="Linori Pryde"] [member="Graxin Rade"]

 

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Graxin folded his arms over his chest and matched Corvetta's look with a teasing grin of his own. "Oh, you want me gone then?" He let his arms drop, and pushed off the wall. His hands fell into his pockets, and he made his way past the two ladies grinning at the both of them. "And here I thought we were getting closer Miss Salvo."

It was subtle, but it was certainly there. He made his way up the stairs toward the cockpit, and settled in to the pilot's chair. With a sigh, and a moment of self-confidence gathering, he began to bring the ship in toward the planet.

[member="Corvetta Salvo"] [member="Linori Pryde"] [member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Linori Pryde]

“Uh,” Linori responds intelligibly, deadpanning towards the ship’s pilot. It was true, the pair hadn’t really talked since they’d left for this husk of a planet. Let alone, she didn’t even know her name. The miraluka adjusts the wraps situated about her face and sits up in her seat. “Its Linori, and I can assure you I see just fine without ocular assistance.”

She quickly holds her tongue. That probably wasn’t the best way to make a new friend. Or acquaintance. Either one would be good, considering they seemed to be aboard a ship with nothing but Sith with daddy issues. Linori gestures towards the cockpit where Graxin had left with her tablet and smiles. “Afraid I don’t know how Graxin is, kindly miss. I’m only here because he mercilessly slaughtered my boss and it would probably get pinned on me.”

If Linori had eyelashes, she’d be batting the kark out of them innocently. The sass was strong with this one. “But he was just following orders, obviously. It honestly was no big deal, truly. Now I have access to a new database of information, at least that was what he promised me.”

[member="Graxin Rade"] [member="Corvetta Salvo"]

 

[Lord Eclipsion]

Lord Eclipsion rubbed her eyes, as she looked around the ship. The Dark Lord frowned at both [member=Darth Ferus] and [member=Kelios Shara-da], but didn't have any qualms with the other members of the group. She moved around for a second, until she became comfortable in the rather rough chair. The Knight glanced out the window, and saw the moving blurs that came along with flying to space. She said nothing, as she closed her eyes once more.

 

[Kelios Shara-da]

Kelios remained entirely silent in the crew room as he awaited the call for landing. His eyes were closed as he drifted within a meditative stance, calming his mind for what was inevitably to come. He realized that his goal had lead him straight into the hornet's nest. A hornet's nest comprised of Sith and Commandos that could easily become a threat to his life at any moment. He had walked willing into what could be his death? Why though? What was it about Graxin that drew so many to his banner even when they stood on near opposite sides of the Force spectrum than him. It was to this answer that Kelios was meditating more and more often for. He was combing the force, searching for clues, yet, he found none. He found none but an eery aura around Graxin that promised some great destiny within the Force.

With a curl of his muzzle in agitation at thee Force's complete and utter silence. (A sign that even he still had his own rage and temper tampering with his path.) His large, golden, slitted eyes opened to the ship. He noted each individual that had gathered in the room. Some more warily than others as he finally spoke.

"Have we arrived at our destination?"

Linori Pryde Darth Ferus Corvetta Salvo Lord Eclipsion [member="Graxin Rade"]