[New Order]

[Maleus]

More people had assembled in the group. The pale Zabrak wandered upon the scene, Maleus's gaze trailed the new-comer. "Who do you call master?" He looked to Silus with a smile plastered upon his face. "Aren't you aware of the rule of two?" Then walking over towards the enigma and pulling his hilt from his waist-band. He'd stop abruptly where he was inches away from the lad.

"It is of little consequence, we shall be doing this differently, I wished to see how you would react." Having sheathed his weapons he'd retract back to his dealings as he was sure more were to come.
[member="TheLastZabrak"]
[member="Silus The Psycho"]
[member="Dovian"]

 

[Larkoon Darkmat'r]

Man, that guy is terrifying with his purple armor. Where could Lars get one of those? The boy moves his gaze to the figure. His intimidating glare to the apparent older gentlemen. "My Name Is Larkoon..." The boy stands on his feet after nodding to Silus. "Larkoon Darkmat'r..." He places his thin index finger on the bottom of his chin, while examining the violet being. Being a child, he couldn't help but marvel at the big shiny suit before responding to the statement.

An soft chuckle excapes the young Zabrak's throat. "This "force" is why I have felt such strange powers.....I would love to learn how it works..."

 

[Larkoon Darkmat'r]

Looks to the elder Zabrak, examining the tattoo's across his body. He raises is bald brow in confusion. He didn't recognize the symbols etched into the sith elder's skin. Lars' gaze catches the man moving his weapon, through reflex is it that he moves to prepare to defend himself. His mother taught him that....

"Rule of two...?"

Great, there's rules. The boy sighs while scratching the side of his neck with his tathered gloved hand.


( Larkoon Darkmat'r. Im having technical difficulties with changing my name.)

 

[Maleus]

"One to have the power, the other to seek it...." He laughed. A broken concept lost in whatever place of time the ideal came from. "I don't care for who you call apprentice, or the one who you call master. All I want you to recognize who you're going to bend your knee for." A sigh escaped his lips, the others were told to come, yet they did not show.

They were not punctual, it is one of the things that proved to be truly distasteful in the young Zabraks mind. "We'll make due with what we have. Maleus turned in the opposite direction a series of vaulted corridors were traversed until he came across a room with a rounded table and a lightsaber frame protruding out of it's center.

He sat, ushering for the others to follow.
[member="TheLastZabrak"]
[member="Dovian"]
[member="Silus The Psycho"]

 

[Edward Vyperion]

Stefos simply walked to the room the young Zabrak was in and sat in one of the chairs of the table.

(Yeah... short but to the point.)

 

[Larkoon Darkmat'r]

Lars Looked to the man and then back to Silus with a cold, stoic glare. More riddles? How interesting. It eluded him as to what this little joke was about, but he remained interested. "You are the leader of these parts? He said while venturing to the destination. While on his way, he could not help but look up in in opened mouthed awe. The arch symbols, the large corridors. This space station had style, but there was a chilling and ominous feel to it, one that shook even this force sensitive boy to his very core. Quietly, he takes a seat in front of large, round table.

 

[Ardana 'nilim]

[OOC] correct me if I'm wrong, but I think [member="Alicia Drey"] is still planning to rebuild the New Order in a different sorta way with the order of sith lords involved and all....

 

[EvolutionMe]

Allows his dark, stoic eyes to rest upon the newly arrived zabrak. A cold stare rested within the dark barren reaches of his soul as a malicious smile slowly made its way onto the base of his lips, covering up his ill emotions. In all honesty, Dovian himself did not even know why he had bothered to turn up, he had no care of the New Order or its purpose. His brother was probably the main reason for his own presence, however, he preferred to deny that fact.

With that being said, the young male slowly closed his eyes, allowing a brief moment of concentration to wizz past his inner being before his dark, deranged voice pierced the still air, "I don't even know why Im here. I just am."

And with that, he slowly crossed his arms, allowing his head to slowly tilt down and face the metallic desk before himself. He now displayed little to no interest for the world around him.

[member="Maleus"]
[member="TheLastZabrak"]
[member="Stefos Griffindale"]
[member="Silus The Psycho"]

 

[Larkoon Darkmat'r]

Lar's white skin nearly glowed, in comparison to his dark maroon Dathimirian tattoos. The expression on his face was focused and piercing. He shuts his eyes and softly sighs. Yeah, this is his anticipation face. He leans back in the chair, letting it creak and folds his arms some more. He looks to Dovian, trying to read his tattoos. Where they Dathimirian? Or the same unknown as Maleus? The red irise'd and white pupils of the zabrak begin to glow once more in the shadow illuminated upon him by a long support beam.

"I'd assume we're here to learn about this..."Force".."

[member="Dovian"]

[member="Maleus"]

[member="Silus The Psycho"]

 

[EvolutionMe]

Dovian tilted his head gently as he heard Lar's voice ring through his head gently. His eyes shot open violently as he allowed their gaze to meet the opposing Zabrak.

"I already know of the force. I'm just waiting on Maleus to clear his 'busy' schedule and teach me more."

Upping speaking up, Dovian allowed his eyes to shut once more and for his concentration to drift away.

[member="Maleus"]
[member="TheLastZabrak"]
[member="Silus The Psycho"]
[member="Stefos Griffindale"]

 

[Larkoon Darkmat'r]

The boy only shrugs, removing his cloak, showing his young spacer's driving clothes on his body.--Wait a sec, I don't think he's old enough to drive! He rests the coat in his lap, while letting out a soft yawn. "Quite..." He'd say in his response to the older Zabrak. "Perhaps we are to learn something more unique...?" So soft spoken, especially for a young Zabrak.

[member="Dovian"]
[member="Silus The Psycho"]
[member="Stefos Griffindale"]
[member="Maleus"]

 

[EvolutionMe]

Dovian didn't answer. He simply ignored and continued to run through his various thought processes. He didnt have time to be talking to strangers, nor did he even care. He was simple in that way.

[member="TheLastZabrak"]

 

[Larkoon Darkmat'r]

The ominous teenager Sits up straight, clearing his throat and placing his hand over his mouth. Being able to sense others like him, it made the young Zabrak feel something Akin to happiness. But you could not see it in his evil expression. The boy opens his jacket, revealing a grey, spacer's outfit. One of the casual clothes that the young men of this era wear. It wore the symbol of Dathimir on the back of his vest. His shirt wore a high collar and his pants fashioned a small, white belt buckle holding the thin boy's pants up. He bites his upper lip with black teeth and relieves himself with a stretch of both arms over his head. That trip he took here was most...Dreadful.

[member="Maleus"]
[member="Silus The Psycho"]
[member="Dovian"]
[member="Stefos Griffindale"]