Lost & Found

[Darth Vazela]

Lost & Found​

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| [member="Keira Ticon"] |

Outer Rim Territories, Braxant sector;
Sartinaynian system, Bastion.

Time had passed since Akala's attack on the galaxy. It had paved the way for the Primeval to reveal itself to the galaxy and in one swoop, it took the Sartinaynian system. With the fall of Bastion in the hands of these ghosts, Vilox Pazela found himself in the center of the Primeval's hub of power to meet with a new comer. Talent was something that the Dark Master had no trouble spotting- it was he who had first discovered Kara Vi'dreya- and so he had invited Keira to come and meet with him to assist him on a recovery mission back on Gulamendis, where the Libertas was left abandoned as the Host Lord herself came to the Dark Jedi's rescue during the first stages of the attack.

Folding his arms into his sleeves, Pazela watched the city of Ravelin with his yellow, predatory eyes. Beneath the cowl of his robe, he envisoned a time in which he would found the conclave of Dark Jedi he had sought to gather, a journey that he had begun ten years ago when he had left the Sith Empire to join the Lords of the Fringe. He had not forgotten the betrayal of Ashin Varanin and her wife Spencer Jacobs- two he believed would join him in his plans before the revelation that they had not given up on their Jedi training- and his recent encounter with Kezeroth the Beholder- a beast that he had known of for sometime, meaning that their encounter was inevitable- meant that the Dark Master had eyes on the people that he wished to eventually recruit or destroy.

Whether it was good or bad fortune for Keira Ticon that the Dark Master would endeavour to get her to join him in the building of his cult remained to be seen. But the first steps for Pazela learning the fate of Keira and the relationship that would build had only just begun. Robes flapping in the breeze made from atop the balcony, he waited for his ally to arrive.

 

[Keira Priest]

Generally Keira didn't consider herself much of an important person, in the grand scheme of things. Sure, she could now claim the title of Master as her own, with the training of two others a task she had undertaken some few weeks ago. To some that meant she held some amount of power as her own, and in certain instances they wouldn't be entirely wrong. But none of that really made her more prominent then another. Not for any good reason she could think up, at least. So when she had been called upon by another that shared the same moniker as she, it had served to pique her curiosity. As was typical with many things the specifics hadn't been revealed to her, giving her ample reason to suspect something more was at play. But she had always been like that.

Besides, being cautious didn't say much when she'd deigned to show herself regardless. Danger to her well-being wasn't a concern of hers, and hadn't been for years. If he was going to try something, she would do nothing more than welcome the challenge. The building itself didn't appear too out of the ordinary, for Bastion, and nothing immediately out of the ordinary drew her attention in one direction or another. When she reached out with her senses, nothing more confronted her than the same darkness that seemed to envelope the planet near-constantly. But there was someone else in attendance, their presence resembling hers but intrinsically different in ways that weren't exceedingly easy to explain. That must have been the one that instigated this in the first place.

Without hesitation she entered the building, allowing the Force to guide her where it would, all the while keeping her senses about her. Habitually her left hand strayed to the saber always at her waist regardless of the circumstances. There was nothing to say use of the weapon would be warranted, but nothing to suggest the opposite either. And so he would be treated as an ambiguous entity, neither friend nor foe, but hovering somewhere on that muddled line that separated the two. Not an altogether unusual circumstance, given that most of her relationships with any individual tended to begin and remain in that grey area for the remainder of their duration. The chances of his position tipping either one way or another at the end of things was slim to none.

Nothing but the quiet sound of booted feet against the ground announced her presence as she stepped out onto the balcony. From the minute she entered the building he'd likely been aware of her presence, and she his. With their meeting face-to-face a sort of stalemate had been reached, both of them aware of their own standing in regards to the other but neither quite speaking to things or otherwise hinting at just what their purpose was here. Amber eyes studied him carefully, her hand still not quite shifting completely away from the hilt of her lightsaber. That she would ever grow to trust him was a laughable notion by itself, but perhaps some sort of mutual understanding could be formed. Only time would tell. "If you're going to try and kill me, I'd much rather get it over with."

[member="Vilox Pazela"]

 

[Darth Vazela]

| [member="Keira Ticon"] |

Laughter escaped the Dark Jedi. Back turned to Keira, the hooded man's laugh was hearty. Seconds later, he found himself stiffling his chuckle, lifting a hand to his lips to wipe his lips. It had been a long time since someone had made Vilox Pazela laugh. Turning away from Ravelin, he turned to face her. "Amusing. I do not want to kill you Keira Ticon. I need your help."

Lifting both of his hands to the cowl of his robe, he lowered it to reveal himself to her. Dropping them back to his side, he leaned his head on his shoulder, almost as if to consider her. "There is a ship that is important to the Primeval. It was left abandoned by Gulamendis, when we were forced to move and takeover this world instead." He locked his yellow, predatory eyes onto hers. "Should you choose to help me, I believe I can make the trip worthwhile."

He began to walk towards her. "Should you decide to not come, then this was a waste of time. I hate efforts in futility, so to convince a woman who thinks I brought her here to kill her that I am, in fact not here to kill her, would be pointless. I'd bid you farewell and await our next encounter at the next battlefield, when the Host Lord decides when the next world falls."

Vilox left the balcony and back out into the hallway Keira had just walked along moments ago. Would she follow him?

 

[Keira Priest]

As he spoke she merely listened quietly, meeting his gaze without hesitation, that eye color so closely resembling her own. The corners of her mouth tightened, that minute expression barely perceptible. It was unusual for her to not speak up right away, especially given all that he had to say, but she was interested enough to allow him to finish without interruption. It wasn't often she was entirely respectful of another, even if it was just for a moment. This was something new, but not entirely unwarranted. He held a certain amount of power as his own, and that was deserving of some sort of consideration. "I wouldn't say I necessarily expected you to try and kill me. But it's been a typical enough occurrence in my life lately. I can assure you that it wouldn't come easily."

A beat passed in which the both of them were at a stalemate, she remaining on the balcony and he continuing to walk. Finally Keira turned to follow him, acutely aware of his patronizing tone. It wasn't something that would go without comment, but there were more important things to focus on. Namely just what made this ship so important when it had never been mentioned before, to her knowledge. That it had been abandoned didn't speak much to its value, but the fact that a salvage mission had been arranged told a different story. "What makes this ship so important, then? If I know the Host Lord at all, she wouldn't waste resources on something ordinary." Not if what was sought out could be easily replicated through other means. That meant this was something a bit different.

Stepping up to walk beside him, she remained silent for a moment, considering her options. "Why my help, out of all the others in The Primeval? You'll have to forgive my questions. I've learned to be cautious of others, unless given reason otherwise." It was a viable question, given just who she was. Her membership of the organization wasn't an entirely willing thing, but in the end she had relented, at least for the moment. That he had chosen to approach her out of everyone raised a few inquiries. "And that trust doesn't come any easier just because you're someone like me." Or as close as one could get, given what she'd been through. Regardless of what came of it, keeping his company was certainly going to be an interesting thing.

There was one final aspect of all that had been said that caught her attention, though for reasons of curiosity more than anything. But she wouldn't ask after it, simply because it wasn't of enough importance in her mind. It was interesting enough that he would offer something in return, but it wasn't something that would either make or break her decision to accompany him. Her mind in that regard had already been made up.

[member="Vilox Pazela"]