Private One Mans' Garbage

[Darth Malevolum]

Location: Raxus Prime


She could see it in the distance, the temple in all it's disgusting glory. It was light a tumor on a dead world, a tower over this scrap metal graveyard. It was like poetry in a way. She couldn't have found a better resting place for her old master if she tried to think of one. Standing on the ramp of the ship, she looked down below, seeing the maze that seemed the be forged through the mountains of garbage, and would hopefully lead to the temple. "This is the drop, right?" She shouted over the wind to Void, her hand gripping the support of the lift so as to not risk falling. Once she heard the confirmation, she would leap, hurtling down to the world below, and throwing up a wave of force energy to absorb the shock of the fall. Landing on a pile of droid and ship parts, the ground crunched under her and gave way, as there was a two inch indenture into the ground from where she had landed. Her hand called forth her saber, as she rose and was ready to go into battle; only to find there was not one awaiting her here.

She would wait for Void to join her, before moving on through the maze, taking note of several small droids that seemed to hover about, shifting through the trash heaps that towered above them. She kept her focus on Ordin, and finding the wretch cowering in his temple. She couldn't feel his presence, but perhaps he had hidden it. She could however, sense that there were much weaker presences up ahead. "I believe his padawans are directly ahead, they are weak, but there are several of them that I feel." What the two Sith might have noticed, was that several of the droids halted their work and watched the pair as they would pass. "That's always a good sign." Mal muttered, gripping her saber a tad tighter, as she would leave the droids be. The force was at work, both of them would be able to sense it, yet it wasn't obvious as to what was being manipulated.



Darth Void

 

[Darth Void]

The temple was not what Void had imagined it to be. Then again, the last time she was here, she was trudging through the sewers mostly during her training. The memory of the stench stayed with her for years long after. As the lift lowered from beneath the Grey Ghost, Void equipped her mask with a audible click. The eyes flashed red for a moment before settling into darkness.

"This is the drop, right?" Mal confirmed over the sound of the wind howling all around them. Void gave a single nod as she took a step forward to stand at the edge of the platform, her right hand holding onto the siderail precariously behind her. This was it. Malevolum was the first to go, Void followed suit and leapt forward in a front flip and descended down towards the wreckage of Raxus Prime. Using a force push, Void landed on a heap of a former imperial fighter wing in a kneeling position. Rising she scanned the area quickly for any threats, her hand ready to reach for her lightsaber at a moments notice. "Clear." she confirmed the situation at hand thus far.

"Lord Void, Lord Malevolum." HV spoke to them through the intercoms in their ear. "I shall be awaiting at the extraction point. Stay safe." The Grey Ghost lift rose and closed beneath the hanger before the interceptor increased altitude and flew off North of the temple. Void walked alongside Malevolum, her lightsaber remained sheathed for the time being as they wandered through the maze side by side. "I believe his padawans are directly ahead, they are weak, but there are several of them that I feel." Void took the opportunity to reach out in the force as they made their way and felt exactly that. Multiple groups of padawans just ahead of them. The droids took interest of the presence of the two Sith and turned their heads as they walked by, Void would eye them as they passed. "So far..." responded Void curious as to why the droids hadn't tried to attack them. Were they scrapping something together for Master Ordin? The truth would uncover itself when they would reach their destination. Their path led to several gaping holes in the ground. There were available platforms for them to climb upward. Void paused and looked to Malevolum "Complete the mission, regardless of what happens." it was easy for her to interpret. If she should fall, Malevolum was to escape the planet safely. With that disclosure spoken, Void proceeded to lunge upward, using the force to boost herself. She landed deftly onto the platform and ran forward to leap onto the next few platforms climbing higher until she landed onto fresh grounding. Up ahead were 2 groups of 10 padawans seemingly unaware of their presence.

"By the Sith Empire... You are to be put to death." announced Void raising her left hand upward, the first group of 10 was brought up off their feet clutching their throats. Void made a fist and suddenly their life force began to drain visibly outward and towards the Darth. This was her nature, and it would instill fear into the other group that watched in horror as the life force of their fellow padawans was literally being sucked out. When she was finished, Void released her fist in an upward motion sending the now lifeless bodies to scatter and were flung into far distances with such a power that sent a shockwave through the ground. Very few witnessed such a force feed and lived. This was Void's M.O. and none of the followers of Master Ordin would survive her wrath. Knowing that Malevolum had endured torment from this Jedi, Void would utilize the rage she possessed to fuel her.

Darth Malevolum

 

[Darth Malevolum]

As the pair reached the first impasse, Mal looked to Void as her fellow Darth issued her decree. Kill Ordin at all costs? That was something she could work with. She only nodded, though she couldn't fathom a situation where she and Void would be neutralized, but then again, Ordin had gotten worse in his depravity. She agreed to accomplish the mission, but...the idea of leaving Void to die made her feel uncomfortable. If given the choice between killing her master and letting the woman die, the choice seemed obvious, but just thinking about it, she found, made her very uneasy. That thought would have to be put aside however, as Void threw herself into the fray. Mal followed behind the woman, leaping up to the level level in sync with Void, as she went after the second group of padawans. She caught a glimpse of Void's power, as she drained the life from those that attempted to challenge her, which left Mal to deal with the last group of ten. Her violet blade came to life, only to see that most of these idiots were using training sabers. Pathetic. She took up the Djem So stance, holding a hand out to pause Void from eliminating her targets; she wanted to enjoy herself as well. The rage she had stored up was tapped into, though unlike her counter part, Mal kept it within her, fueling her combat posture.

The first padawan stepped up towards her, rushing her like a fool with no training. Mal brought her saber down, knocking the blade aside, before driving it into his chest; one down. Pushing to body off to the side, three of the padawans combined their power, as they lifted a large metal sheet from the junk pile and attempted it to crush the Darth with it. Reaching out with one hand, she held the sheet back, only to find two of the padawan were seeking to attack her now. She let her saber go, using the force to throw it like a spear into one of the padawans, before pulling it back towards her and bisecting the second attacker in the process. With those attackers dead, she turned her attention to the three that attempted to crush her, and redirected the attack back towards them; slamming the metal sheet down on top of them, crushing them to death. Six down, four to go. The last four seemed to take note that they were out of class, but two still looked to have the will to fight, though their fellows attempted to leave; they would never have the chance. Reaching out with her hand Mal took hold of all four, crushing their necks, before pulling them back towards her. She brought her saber up, held it out, and as the padawans were pulled past her blade, they were cut to pieces. It wasn't as flashy as Void, but her foes had been dispatched. She looked back to Void, nodding in respect to the woman's display. "I'm disappointed. His Tusken apprentice preformed much better." Mal remarked, turning her attention towards the temple as she could feel her master near by. Mal went stiff, her eyes looking upwards as she felt the presence, trying to see if she could spot him. "He's there." She could almost see him in her minds eye, looking down at her from on high, grinning like a maniac. "I knew you'd come back Alana. You want me to save you, don't you?" His words dripped in her mind like a poison, and caused a new spark of rage to burn within her. He was farther up in the temple, and he would have plenty of time to gloat to himself before the pair could kill him. Turning her attention to the route to the man, Mal took note of the temple entrance. Two large jedi like statues stood guard over the entrance of the temple, and from the outside it looked about as good as one to expect; it was filled with garbage, and looked almost entirely inhabitable. Mal looked to Void before continuing onward, rage burning in her cybernetic eyes as she spoke. "Don't kill him too quickly, I want to make him suffer." Hopefully the pair would be able to agree on that much, though Mal didn't think it would be much of an issue; Void seemed to understand the situation.


Darth Void

 

[Darth Void]

It was easy to see how well the two worked together even in the way they moved through the maze that was the wreckage of the planet, their movement from platform to platform was effortless. Void couldn't help but smirk as Malevolum held up her hand to her. Why of course she wouldn't take away all the fun in this. Void watched on as the Sith demolished each of the padawans without hesitation. Like a beautiful dance of death. Within seconds they were cut down. Her form was flawless, Void couldn't help but be impressed. She was a Darth after all. Malevolum's abilities were controlled and precise, whereas Void's tended to be destructive and unpredictable. This would make a deadly combination for Master Ordin to try and hold off against. Perhaps they would survive this. Maybe after, Void and Malevolum could address what was in the air between them. That is, if Mal didn't decide to cut her ties.

"I'm disappointed. His Tusken apprentice performed much better." Void followed her gaze to the temple ahead. "Let's go." she encouraged the other Sith as she began moving forward only to stop when she witnessed Malevolum stiffen. "He's there." she heard her say as she scoured the area above the temple. "Don't let him get to you. " Void began and took a step to her "I'm here." it was an assurance that she wasn't alone in this. She would see to it that Mal got her vengeance that she sought. Their eyes met "Don't kill him too quickly, I want to make him suffer." she said, Void nodded in agreement. This was her kill for certain. The two Jedi guardians towered by the entrance, one had a cracked elbow and the other was missing a piece of its cowl. There was the skeleton of a former destroyer jutting out from the side of the temple, "Nice parking job." muttered the Darth. They entered the temple which led to just more.. garbage. There were two sets of stairs with the front end of the destroyer blocking one set. The wind continued to howl outside causing the destroyer skeleton to creak dangerously, their footsteps echoed as they advanced. This temple was going to crumble at any moments notice. Void could feel a foreign presence in the force a level above just as Mal had indicated.

Darth Malevolum

 

[Darth Malevolum]

Void's words served as a tempering for her anger, as she tucked her newly kindled rage down deeper, letting out a small sigh as she remained in control. Void drew closer to her, taking a step towards and voicing her support. It was appreciated, and despite everything, Mal found herself wanting to end this conflict as soon as possible. "I know." She muttered, trying to keep her mind from straying down roads that might hinder her in the fight to come. She moved on ahead, past the ruined statues and into the hall. She raised an eyebrow at Void's comment, before realizing what the woman was pointing out. A small chuckle escaped her lips, at the realization. The pair would find a scavenged turbo-lift at the end of the hall, and to the surprise of all it actually worked. The lift would start moving upwards, as the tower was in a great deal of disrepair. Large holes were evident in the structure, and at several points the lift stuttered and seemed to be at risk of stopping, before continuing upwards. Finally, they would reach the floor which Ordin stood upon; his presense was almost maddening to Mal now. She stepped off the lift, saber ignited, as the rage within her began to be let out. She needed to keep her head on straight this time, else she would be laid low like the last time.

"Alana, I knew you would show." Ordin's voice echoed from the hall, though Mal didn't try to hone in on her master like she had before. Last time she had rushed in, lost her head, and got captured as a result; she wouldn't make such a mistake this time. Entering the hall that he had made into his domain, Ordin stood over them, standing on a pile of rubble that opened up to the sky. His lightsaber was in hand, with his left hand open to counter whatever the pair might attempt. "And is this your replacement for Ines? It only took seven years, but you finally moved on." His blade ignited, the stance of Soresu evident, as Mal neared him, her rage palpable as he knew just what to say to set her off. She took up her stance, burying her heels into the rusted metal deck, as the power that gathered her was immense. "No more words Ordin. You won't haunt me any longer." Mal muttered, her free hand twitching in fury, as her past scars were being torn open. She could feel that Ordin was trying something, clearly he had a plan in mind, but what? "Actually my dear, I plan to stay around much, much longer." His left hand fired off a blast of lighting into the sky, and Mal leapt towards him as it seemed he had opened himself up. She came down hard, trying to slash him overhead, only for Ordin to side step and slam the pommel right into her face. As Void would attempt to interfere, she would realize what Ordin had done with the first blast. An large star fighter engine had been held up in the rafters of the room, and was now coming barreling down towards the Sith. The threat wasn't the engine itself, but what it did as it plummeted to the floor. The device slammed into the floor, exploding up a wave scrap metal and debris, causing the walls of the room to buckle and fall inward towards the newly made sink hole. Mal stumbled back from the blow, and caught her masters following strike, as he attempted to shove her into the pit below. If Void had managed to reach the platform of the two lightsaber duelists going at it, Ordin would withdraw, leaping into the hole and pulling the remaining strut of support for the platform out from under the two Sith; pulling them to the trap below. If Void had fallen, however, she would find herself surrounded by dozens of poorly made battle droids several dozen feet below where she had been previously.

Darth Void

 

[Darth Void]

Once inside the turbolift, Void could feel the tension in the air so heavy it made her heart race with anticipation of the hunt. When the lift would occasionally stutter, stop and then resume, Void couldn't help but wonder if this would even hold out at the very end. Always the strategist, she had to plan any form of escape route necessary. Even if it meant blasting a hole in the wall. If there is no escape route, make one. That's what she always went by, with assistance of HV of course.

The moment they stepped off the lift, Malevolum's rage was coming off of her in waves so consuming, it nearly triggered Void into unleashing her own fury that was until they caught sight of their target. The man certainly seemed confident in his pose up on top of the pile. The garbage king himself. "Alana, I knew you would show." he said. So Alana was the Darth's true name. He clearly used it to try to reopen old wounds. "And is this your replacement for Ines? It only took seven years, but you finally moved on." Void reached across with her right hand for her lightsaber igniting it in a reverse grip as she immediately adapted into an Ataru stance to counter the Soresu. Since the Jedi Master went for a more classic form, she would aim for aggression as always. Ines? Void briefly glanced at Mal, clearly he meant the name to place salt in her wounds, a name from her past. This was not good.

Following Malevolum's lead, Void also moved forward cautiously as they traded words. But when he blasted his lightening into the sky clearly showing an opening, Void felt it somewhere that this was all a trap, "Mal wait!" she called out to try and stop her. But it was too late. The Sith had already begun her assault. The room shook as debris began to fall from above. Looking up, Void barely had time to throw both hands up to try and slow the incoming engine about to crash right on her. He planned use this temple to bury them alive. She grunted as the engine didn't slow its speed, clearly Ordin was using the force to accelerate it. With no other choice, Void moved as fast as she could to avoid getting crushed just barely. A long beam coming from the side had made its mark on her mask tearing half of it off as it crashed through the ground below her. The floors began to crumble and Void jumped to the side grabbing onto a nearby ledge just barely holding on as she caught her breath. Blood trickled down her half exposed face from a fresh gash on her hairline as she looked down into the pit that would have swallowed her up as she hanged there. The heat of the debris flying everywhere made it hard to see anything. Pulling herself up, the Sith was determined to reach the two as fast as she could. Climbing up the wreckage, Void lunged at Ordin after he countered another strike from Malevolum. Their lightsabers crashed in a flurry as Void let off a barrage of quick attacks from multiple directions true to Artaru nature. Void quickly back flipped from a counter-attack landing beside Malevolum. As the Jedi Master withdrew, she could feel the platform beneath them tremble and begin to tilt on an angle causing them both to begin to slide downward. "MAL!" Void reached down and grabbed Malevolum's forearm to slow her progression into the pit first, their eyes met as she grit her teeth "Got you!" Using her lightsaber she stabbed it into the platform as they descended downward in an attempt to slow down their fall. The walls began to crumble around them and they fell into the pit below, tumbling into the wreckage, Void found herself separated from Mal again as she landed heavily on her side. Coughing, she slowly rose back to her feet finding her lightsaber within reach when the heat of a blaster whizzed by her face just a few centimeters away. Rolling to the side, she dodged a barrage of blaster fire as she grabbed her lightsaber again taking shelter behind a large stone.

If the droids weren't taken out, they would all be surely be taken down by the temple itself. Void leaned her head back on the stone as she caught her breath. There were at least a dozen of the droids firing off their blasters pinning her down. Void lunged from behind the cover and deflected several of the blasts right back at the droids causing them to explode on impact. She spotted Ordin and Malevolum several feet away, she had to get to her as soon as she could without letting the droids attack Mal too. With renewed ferocity, Void tore through the droids one by one. The walls shook once more, this must have been his plan. Trap them, and bury them. Void used her force push to send one of the droids at Ordin in an attempt to distract him as she came closer. Only it had made things worse, the droid was launched up and back causing a large cluster of rubble to landslide towards them. There was no time, Void locked eyes with Malevolum and just for a moment everything slowed down as she gazed at her with just half her mask still intact. She reached forward with her free hand and force pushed her back and out of the way. The landslide swallowed Void entirely where she stood nowhere to be seen once the dust settled. "Lord Void? Lord Void!!" HV could be heard on the intercom.

Darth Malevolum

 

[Darth Malevolum]

Blood was drawn from her nose by the pommel strike, but Mal went back onto the offensive, only to feel everything behind her explode. Her thoughts jumped to Void, and she nearly looked behind her to see where the Darth might have been. She was distracted for just a hair of a moment, and was newly caught off guard by Ordin's strike. She stepped out of the way, her blade slid in down and across, only for Ordin to parry it and fire a short burst of lightning into her face. She stumbled back, the burst not enough to hurt her, but it played hell with her implants. She fell into using the force now, prepared to go back into the fight, only to find Void had joined the fray as well, though she seemed to be hurt. The two flanked the jedi, and laid into him with everything they had. Ordin was good, a master even, at sword play, but he knew well enough he was outmatched here; though Void would manage a glancing blow on the man's left arm from her assault. Ordin made a hasty retreat, and it was rather obvious why. The ground under the pair gave, as the sound of snapping metal was followed by a sudden plunge, as Ordin had quite literally dragged them down with him. She heard her name be cried out for, as the Darth merely sought to try and find a hold to stop her fall, but failed. Mal was prepared to brace for a fall, only to find that Void had taken hold of her, seizing her arm and slowing their momentum down with her lightsaber. They shared a glance, and Mal felt the shifts of rage she had been channeling into herself waver ever so slightly. Once again, Void had saved her, and Mal wasn't entirely sure why. The moment was short lived, as the wall that Void had been trying to slow their wall with gave way, and the Darths were soon separated by the ensuing fall. She struck something metal, feeling it ping against her armor, before she ended up on ground, with a pile of debris separating her and Void. She winced, tasting the blood from her nose had found it's way into her mouth, and her face mildly singed by the lightning burst from her master. To her surprise, however, she found that she was not alone. She could sense Void near by, and took comfort in that, sadly there was a more concerning matter at hand. Several scrap droids attempted to halt her, firing randomly towards her, but she paid them little mind, as she could see a wounded Ordin just past them. She lashed out with her left hand, pure rage powering her push as she sent her opponents, and using her speed she dashed towards him. Her blade flared to life, as she began to lay into him. Her rage was consuming her, as she pulled upon everything she could muster to match her old mentor. Sadly, Ordin knew her well, and she found that no matter how fast or hard she struck at him, he knew how to stop her strikes. "Why can't you see it Alana? You don't belong with them, you were always my pupil, and you always will be." He taunted her, his posture melting into a total defense, as she was starting to wear him down, his old age getting the best of him. "Perhaps a second tragedy will reforge you, and I'll be there this time to fix what's left." He continued, sliding past a strike aimed at his side, only to gasp in pain as Mal readjusted her blade and nicked him in the side.

"ENOUGH!" That was all she could muster out, the rage was palpable as she couldn't keep it in check. He had to die, he needed to die. He was going to die. Her blows began harder, each strike coming harder and faster than the last, as she was working through his defense, slamming through the practiced stance of her mentor that so many years ago she had sought to best. "You're going to get her killed Alana, just like Ines, just like everyone you've ever cared for. You're a monster. My monster." He words drilled into her soul, prodding at the vulnerability that was still there, it had always been there and he knew how to strike at it every. single time. "SHUT UP!" She bellowed, her voice a shattering roar, as the effects of a force scream sent the man stumbling back, his ears bleeding from the attack. She had her chance, an opening to end it all. A grin formed behind the face plate, as Mal lined up for a killing blow, knowing her masters days were numbered; then it happened. A droid was sent flying towards the man, who almost instinctively threw it upwards, causing it's faulty power core to overload. The place was starting to come down, and Mal soon realized what the jedi had done. He grinned at her with that sadistic little expression, his eyes filled with madness, as if he had won be getting them all killed. She felt the temple collapsing, it's top half starting to cave in from the damage, and it would crush any one left inside. Ordin stumbled back against the wall, sliding down as if he had admitted defeat, but that wasn't who Mal was concerned about. The two Sith shared a glance, and Mal's eyes widened in shock. "VOID N-" She was thrown back and out of the way of the collapse, as the falling wave of dirt and debris blew over the Darth. Mal struck the ground hard, and drug her armored claws into the ground to keep herself from sliding. She looked to the rubble pile where Void had been standing, her struggled back to her feet. Why had she done that? "Void?" Mal called out, but it was all in vain, the Sith was gone. She didn't need to do that. Ordin was gone, but had she lost Void as a consequence? A newly born rage seeped into her being, as she wasn't willing to accept this. No. She couldn't accept this. Her eye implants switched to pick up heat signatures, her ear implants honing in on the sounds of breathing, as the Darth limped back towards the rubble pile. Mal sunk to her knees, as she pressed her hands onto the ground, and dug in deep for what she was about to do. Despite the pain, Mal would attempt to find Void within the wreckage, and with a great deal of strain, attempt to lift to debris off her. It was the heaviest thing she had ever lifted, and indeed she felt as if her shoulders were about to pop out of their sockets as she took on the weight, but this had to be done; she couldn't let it end like this.

Darth Void

 

[Darth Void]

Malevolum's widened eyes and her voice calling out "VOID N-" was the last thing the Sith remembered before the darkness consumed her. Every inch of her was pinned down. Short, haggard breaths escaped her chest as she tried to blink but couldn't see from beneath her newly made tomb. Was this how she was going to die? Void tasted the copper metal of blood as it trickled out of her mouth. She moved every digit to make sure she was still intact. Good, everything seemed functioning so far. But the weight was unbearable. Somehow the comlink in her ear wasn't entirely damaged as she heard HV try to assess the situation from the other side. Void tried to respond but she only was able to let out a guttural groan.

The other side, at least Malevolum would live to see that Master Ordin was dead now. And she was safe. Void tried to move her left arm but it was pinned, her fingertips just barely seen on the other side. Maybe.. just maybe. She couldn't muster the strength to bend the force to move anything. A pool of blood was beginning to form under her and she glanced down to see jagged metal had impaled her stomach. Internal organ damage was inevitable. Pain ripped through her body making it impossible for her to call out for help. She had been in some dicey situations but this one definitely took the cake.

Her body was becoming numb as the coldness swept over her. Was this how Sera felt? Alone and cold? Her chest ached, she deserved this fate then as well. Her eyes growing heavy, Void's breathing slowed and now shallow. A sad smile formed on her lips where the mask was destroyed. Her presence in the force was becoming snuffed out entirely. The temple shook, it was about to come crashing down entirely at any moment.

The opening in the now caved in ceiling of the temple became obscured as the shadow of the Grey Ghost came into view. "Lord Malevolum!" called out HV, two cables dropped down and HV landed amid the wreckage seconds later. "Lord Malevolum, so glad to see you are alive." communicated the droid before running a scan of the rubble "Lord Void's body signature is here. We must get to her quickly." the droid began moving some of the wreckage to help her. It paused for a moment "My sensors indicate that she is no longer breathing. We must get her into her bacta tank." implored the droid and it began to dig faster, a large piece was lifted effortlessly by the machine.

Darth Malevolum

 

[Darth Malevolum]

She tried her best, attempting to toss the wreckage out of the way, but her success was limited. HV arrived, and told her what she had already suspected; Void was still alive, but she was in bad shape. They wouldn't move it fast enough, they needed to clear it quicker. Mal took the closest cord and wrapped it tightly around her waist, before going back at it. "HV, get back." Mal commanded, as she tried once again, digging in deep to find the strength to unearth the Sith. The reached out, feeling the crushing weight slam into her again, the pressure mounting upon her as she fixated on the signature of Void, and focused on getting her out. "Don't die on me damn it..." She muttered, gritting her teeth as the weight was starting to shift. They needed to hurry, the whole structure was about to come tumbling down. "HV...get ready to grab her.." Mal struggled, as she was on all fours, trying to keep the weight up, as she began to lift the mountain of rubble surrounding Void. Tons of metal, plastic, and garbage was shifted upwards, being removed from the Sith.

Mal could see her, the battered and damaged body of the woman. She had been punctuated by something in her gut, and one of her limbs had clearly been broken from the weight put upon her. It was pure agony keeping the structure up, as Mal herself felt as if she was being crushed by the same weight that threatened to kill Void. She tapped into the remnants of her rage, letting it pour out as she rolled her shoulders back, a pained scream emanating from her throat as she felt it under control. "HV, NOW!" She grunted feeling the rest of the structure was starting to give, as more weight piled onto the mass of garbage Mal was keeping up. Her body trembled, as she could hardly keep it up. "JUST GET HER ON THE SHIP!" Mal shouted, the pain was almost unbearable, almost. The ship was near by, and hopefully HV could at least get Void out of there; Mal would just be dragged along once the speed off.

Darth Void

 

[Darth Void]

Upon Malevolum's command, HV reached forward and grabbed hold from beneath the shoulders of the bloodied Sith and pulled her limp body out. Within seconds, HV was pulled up by the first cable with Void in its arms. Mal was next, the cable pulled her upward to the ramp of the Grey Ghost as it ascended in time. With the ramp shut, HV quickly proceeded to take Void into the medical wing and laid her onto the table. The droid moved quickly as it removed her armor exposing pale skin covered in old scars from previous battles now marred in soot and blood. Reaching up, the droid removed what was left of the Darth's mask and placed it on the table behind it before attaching an artificial breathing device to her face that began to fill the Sith's lungs with air for her as well as electrodes to monitor her. "She sustained crushing trauma to her ribs and extremities." stated the droid as he proceeded to remove the rest of her armor and robes leaving her in just her black shorts and a wrap around her chest. Blood was dripping from her fingertips to the floor as HV surgically removed the metal scrap from her abdomen, the piece dropped with an echoing heavy clang on the ground. The beeping grew increasingly fast as Void's heart rate continued to jump erratically from the shock.

The turned to a large tank to the left and pressed a button, its glass cylindrical doors opened as though welcoming its next specimen. HV gingerly lifted Void's battered body and placed it on the ground of the tank, her form slumped over. The glass closed around her. "Initiating scan." prompted a female voice "Subject DuCray Vars identified. Commencing treatment protocol 641." Bacta, a waterlike substance began to fill the tank from below submerging the Sith entirely until she was floating. With her eyes shut, it appeared as though she was sleeping, the wounds on her body slowly began to close on their own but it would take time. The soft blue glow of the bacta from the tank giving her an ethereal appearance. HV watched until the erratic beeping ceased entirely and then became stable. "Patient DuCray Vars stabilized." stated the female voice of the bacta tank. The droid dropped its shoulders as though in relief and turned to Malevolum "My lord.. Let me see to your wounds please..."

Darth Malevolum

 

[Darth Malevolum]

She could feel her body starting to give, the limits of her endurance was reaching it's end, but Mal held on. Pain coursed through her body, her insides feeling like they were about to rupture, her bones feeling like they were on the verge of shattering, and yet she held on; she had to hold on. As HV recovered Void, the Darth nearly let her strength fail, but held on so the droid could get the woman out of there safely. Mal felt something hard tug against her waist, and was lifted upwards, as she finally relented, letting the structure tumble down as she was hoisted into the ship. She followed behind HV ignoring the complications she ran into as she attempted to move her right shoulder; it had probably been dislocated when she fell. She focused solely on Void, seeing how bad her condition was. As HV began to undress his master, Mal realized she was holding her breath, her hands tensing up as she watched the droid go to work. "HV, is there anything I can do?" She asked, not wanting to step in in case she interfered with the droid's operation. The Darth was a bloody mess under her suit of armor, and despite the impressive physique of her body, she wasn't the embodiment of health at the moment. She took a step back now, watching as HV lifted the Darth up and inserted her into the tank, and let the device go to work. It was then that Mal would learn another detail about her new partner, her name; DuCray Vars. DuCray... The name lingered in Mal's mind, as she waved off HV's requests to help her.

"No, I'm fine." She countered, though in reality that was far from the truth. Her armor had been punctured by metal fragments, a three inch piece of pipe had lounged itself in the back of right shoulder, her left side had several blaster shots that had burned through to the under suit within, and her nose was bleeding profusely from where her master had broken it; not to mention several dozen cuts that decorated her face. Her remained attentive on Void, the pain almost nonexistent in her mind, as the suit kept her from feeling it. "Will she be okay?" Mal asked, snapping off her jaw plate and tossing it onto one of the nearby tables, as her armor was literally leaking blood. She wiped away the blood still streaming from her nose with her left hand, unable to move the right at current. She attempted to move it herself, and felt a stabbing pain come from the shoulder blade, causing her to hiss at the discomfort. It seemed she was in need of help after all. "HV, I need assistance." She muttered with a deal of reluctance, as she began to detach the left armored section of her suit, before doing the same for her right. The metal segments hit the floor with a loud 'thud', as Mal sat herself on the medical table, letting the droid remove her armor, revealing the damaged bodysuit underneath. Mal's attention was still fixated on DuCray, however, her mind full of questions. Her victory over her master had been spoiled, instead of a slow death, the bastard had taken his own life in a way; still, she was free of his torment, though Void seemed to have paid the price. There was a sense of concern, a feeling Mal hadn't had in a very long time. She fought it down, keeping her eyes on Void, only moving away to see the woman's vitals, or to address HV if he needed to be spoken with.

Darth Void

 

[Darth Void]

HV acquiesced to Malevolum's initial decline for medical care and responded "As you wish my Lord." with a bow before he proceeded to clean up the bloody mess left by Void. The continuous steady beeping of the monitors signaling that the subject is still stable for the time being. "Will she be okay?" the droid halted in his cleaning and stood upright. Observing how Malevolum was looking at Void the droid responded "Physically Void is a strong organic." there was a pause as the droid witnessed the plate removed from her face. Coming to the Sith's side immediately as she requested for his help"HV, I need assistance." he assisted her onto the medical table. Retrieving Kolto gel he began to apply it as soon as the armor was removed from Mal's body. The droid was precise and gentle in his movements, clearly he had been doing this for some time now. The droid then began cleaning the blood from her face allowing his scanners to check for any damage to her implants, finding none at the moment the droid observed how her attention was fully on Void's submerged form. "You care for this organic." he stated simply as he continued his work extracting the metal from her shoulder. "None do." aside from his own programming was the only thing he left out. After all, he was merely her droid.


"DuCray.."

"DuCray... wake up."

"Wake up.."

She opened her eyes and found herself standing in the wildnerness of Dromund Kaas jungle, the woods blanketed in a sheet of white fog. Dressed in her old black tunic Void looked around confused. "Hey." she whipped around to see Sera standing there smiling. Void sucked in a slow breath to steady herself. "Sera.." she managed to rasp out as the woman approached her. This wasn't real. "You need to wake up DuCray.." she whispered to her as she raised her hand, Void mirrored the action and their palms connected "I'm so tired Sera." she shook her head, her former stoic expression changed to a pained one. "I know sweetheart but.." Sera began as she removed her hand and placed it on Void's chest where her heart is. "She needs you now." she inhaled softly "I don't.. For I am with the force now." leaning forward their foreheads met for a moment as Void shut her eyes. Sera vanished, leaving Void still standing there with her hand still held up. "Mal." she whispered as she opened her eyes, the tears left unshed. She fell backwards, the wilderness faded into darkness as her body plunged into deep waters behind her.

Several hours later, the submerged form of Void convulsed in the tank, bubbles rose from the respirator mask attached to her face and the once steady beeping increased. A pained expression formed on her face as her right palm reached and pressed against the glass of the tank in front of her. The wounds continued to close, leaving only blossoming bruises thus far. But it remained clear that Void's mind struggled to wake as she was becoming consumed by devastating painful emotions that could be felt heavily by those outside the tank.

Darth Malevolum

 

[Darth Malevolum]

With much of the blood and dirt washed away, Mal was better able to view the state of the Darth, and she was rather impressed with Void's physical statue; at least one curiosity had been sated. "I would agree." Mal would remark after HV's comment about his master's endurance, because the droid was certainly right. She let the droid tend to her, wincing as she felt the pipe being ripped from her shoulder, and the stinging sensation that followed as it was patched up with Kolto. Her wounds weren't so bad, not compared to that of her comrade. "I...find value in her. Yes." Mal was forced to admit it, though she closed up the best that she could. She knew what it was like to be in Void's position, and perhaps Void felt the same way.

Her armor had been picked apart, set off to the side for future repair, as she was clad in the thermal of her armor. She felt naked without her second skin, as even now she could feel the cold of the ship threatening to chill her to her bones. Her hands and feet were bare to the world around her, so as such she kept her feet as far away from the metal surface of the ship as possible. The pain was subsiding, however given the loss of most of her suit faculties, the numbness agent she was so familiar with was starting to wear off. The pain she had been oblivious to was starting to take hold, though given HV's treatment, she wasn't at risk of getting herself killed from an untreated injury. "I'll stay with her HV, could you plot us a course so somewhere remote? Perhaps Florn. If that's within your programing." She wanted to give Void time to recover away from prying eyes, not to mention being allowed to air things out between one another...a remote world like Florn would be preferred. Having had her wounds mended, Mal relaxed onto the table, the pain slowly subsiding as she remained motionless on the table, her eyes lingering on the woman floating in the tank before her. She felt content for the first time in a long time. Perhaps it was the death of her master, the successful mission that had just been undertaken, or maybe the fact she might have found someone she could be vulnerable with. Fatigue soon overtook her, as before Mal knew, she was slipping in and out of sleep.

She felt something pull her out of her sleep, a familiar sensation that she had come to associate with her nightmares. Mal jolted up, her injured shoulder flared up in pain not long after. Her attention immediately set upon the tank, and the maelstrom of emotions that resided within it. 'Void'. She pushed herself off the table, and almost yelped as her bare feet stuck solid ice cold metal. Void's vitals had spiked, and the movement within the tank was sporadic; something was wrong. Mal halted the healing process, letting the Bacta clear out, as it would retreat into the bottom of the tank, putting an end to the Darth's treatment. As the glass tube opened up, Mal would be there to catch Void, and quickly move to secure the Darth on the medical table. "Relax. I have you." She confided, her bare hands would feel the marred surface of Void's skin, feeling the warmth of the body, the firmness of the muscle; it was such an alien yet familiar feeling for the Darth. She immediately stepped back, her bare feet freezing as she was not accustomed to these sensations. Mal could only stand in place for so long, before having to sit at the very edge of the examination table, with Void's head dangerously close to being placed in her lap. Mal looked down to her companion, her face bare to the Sith, as they would see each other at their most vulnerable state yet. Mal wasn't sure what to say, only looking to the other woman with a sense of confusion and concern, though Void seemed to be well off at current.


Darth Void

 

[Darth Void]

Once the droid completed all medical treatment to the best of its capability, HV nodded once to Malevolum's command "I'll stay with her HV, could you plot us a course so somewhere remote? Perhaps Florn. If that's within your programing." the droid paused a moment dropping it's head to search navigational coordinates before raising it's head. "At once Lord Malevolum." it responded before exiting the room to the navicomputer leaving the Lords to rest in privacy. With new coordinates set in place for Florn in the Outer Rim territory.


Wake up.

She needs you.

WAKE UP!

Void's breathing became deeper signifying she was using her own lungs and not the artificial tube. Her forehead touched the glass as Malevolum neared it. Half lidded, she looked at Malevolum. She was alive. The bacta began to drain from the tank below pulling her down until her bare feet planted on the cold metal. The respirator released with a hiss as the cylindrical glass opened. Void was breathing heavy as the pearls of the bacta still clung to her skin. Gravity took hold of her weakened state and her knees buckled when she attempted to take a step forward. But her body didn't hit the ground, instead she was caught in Malevolum's arms. "Relax. I have you." her soft voice calmed her erratic heartbeat as she was laid on the table. Void could feel her strong but gentle hands on her skin still even after placing her. Dark storms opened to meet Mal's concerned pale ones, her lips parted just after she swallowed hard once "You're okay..." she echoed the statement from their first personal interaction on the ship her voice a low whisper. Her body visibly relaxed in relief seeing that the other Sith was intact and not too damaged from their battle. Void wanted to sooth the worry from the other womans brow. And by the gods was she lovely even though she was without the jaw plate and bruised from the fight, reaching up weakly with her hand only to pause inches from her face. Her own breath hitched remembering that she would pull away. "I was... I am DuCray.." Void confessed. It was the first time she had said her own name in years. It was only fair, since the Jedi Master they had just annihilated before spoke Mal's real name. All at once, Void's emotions were calmed from being tumultuous tides of waves crashing when she was near Mal. A sensation she hadn't felt in years. And if Malevolum choose to pull away, Void would drop her hand to her side instead.

Darth Malevolum

 

[Darth Malevolum]

"Only thanks to you." Mal countered, the pair's eyes gazing in a way that may as well have been intimacy via eye contact. There was something stirring within Mal's chest, a sensation she hadn't wrestled with in many years. Seeing the just how vulnerable Void was in this moment fractured the last bastion of resistance that the Darth had tried to muster. She found Void appealing, attractive in an unusual sense. It was perhaps the androgynous features that gave her such a unique appearance, a degree of steely resolve; whatever it was, Mal found herself wanting to take DuCray's face in her hands. It didn't help matters that her physical features were no longer hidden by the suit she wore, as even now Mal was split between making eye contact, and admiring the Darth's form. To Mal's surprise, Void announced her name, though the Sith had already known it, hearing it directly from the woman was...nice. "And I was Alana." She responded, the name long sense having lost meaning to her. "DeCray? I like it. It's a strong name, just like you." She teased, hoping to draw a smile from the Darth. Mal felt a bit of conflict as she saw Void's hand lingering so close to her face, and decided to give the woman her wish.

With the wave of her hand, Mal locked the door to the medical bay before they could be interrupted. Taking hold of Void's wrist, Mal would bring the hand close to her face, letting the Darth touch her. She closed her eyes, feeling the sensation of touch against her her skin, and her own hand against Void's wrist, It did feel nice. Her free hand traced along Void's face, feeling the details of her strong jawline, and the scars from battles long ago. A small smile stretched across Mal's face, as she kept Void's hand in contact with her. "I'm...at a loss. I don't know what to do about you." Mal muttered, her tone softer, more relaxed, as the Dantooine accent threatened to shine through now. "I feel...these sensations, things that I have spent years avoiding, and now around you...I can't ignore them like I usually do. It's maddening." Mal continued, though she hadn't pulled away. The hand she had placed over Void's face was currently stroking the cheek of the woman, as the white haired Sith seemed to await what her companion had to say.

Darth Void

 

[Darth Void]

"I'm glad..." she murmured in response as they gazed at one another. It felt as if the entire world fell away and it was just the two of them. Void really looked at her now, the curve of her nose, her brows, how that silk white hair framed her face, the way she looked at her. As though etching it to memory in case everything came crashing down like it did before. Before she could address what she felt in her chest right this very moment, it was as though something inside was ignited within the heart she walled off. And those walls were slowly breaking down. With each moment they shared likened to the one when she sought for her arm and slowed their fall. She didn't even hesitate to reach to her to make sure she would stay safe. There was a wave of calm and peace that was now felt within her.

"And I was Alana." the other Sith had spoken her own name. And how well it suited her. "DuCray? I like it. It's a strong name, just like you." Void liked the way her name was spoken on those lips. A rare smile formed on her face as she responded "Alana... I.." but she was cut off by pure shock when Mal had locked the door with a swift motion and took her wrist bringing her hand to her face. How soft her skin felt under her hand. Her breath hitched when she felt Mal's hand on her own face, closing her eyes she savored the moment. Almost fearful that she would find the scars on her own face to be too much. It was the first time in years had she felt the hand of another touch her face without intent to harm her. Fresh bruises blossomed on the side of her face from the fight. Void opened her eyes letting her own hand trace the scars on the other womans face that revealed her own wars, her eyes sharing a look of understanding that they were one and the same. How they both have suffered so much.

Void remained quiet as she soaked in her words "I'm...at a loss. I don't know what to do about you." her pulse quickened at the softness in her voice. What was she doing to her? "I feel...these sensations, things that I have spent years avoiding, and now around you...I can't ignore them like I usually do. It's maddening." she couldn't tear her eyes away from the other Sith, her own thumb traced her bottom lip as she said with her brows coming up "You.. are maddening" before she took her own free hand covering the other womans for a moment, she grasped it gently turned her head and laid a soft kiss to the palm whispering "Then keep me, Alana." a daring solution to Malevolum's question on what to do with her. The Grey Ghost gently rumbled as they went into hyperspace leading them to Florn. With what time they had, they would find that their armor had been taken by the droid for repair just before it had exited the med bay while they mended their wounds. And on the side table there was spare robes to change into whenever the two felt inclined to feel less exposed physically.

Darth Malevolum

 

[Darth Malevolum]

This familiar sensation was almost too much for Mal. She could feel her walls tumbling down, warm feelings that she had long sense kept buried crawled to the surface, as the two Darths seemed to be entranced with one another. A part of Alana wanted to discard the last layer of her armor, to feel the human touch on her body once again, but she was rather concerned about moving too fast. These feelings were addictive, and as much as she craved more, she knew it was better to slowly step into it, rather than leaping in head first.

Her name still sounded alien, and part of her wanted to ask DuCray to not mutter it, but she liked hearing Void say her name, for all the sense that made. Still, feeling the touch of another was...very nice. Void's reaction prompted a soft laugh from her throat, as she could understand the woman's surprise. As Void ran her hand over her face, she was waiting for the woman to withdraw her hand at finding something amiss, but that didn't happen. They were so much alike, it was almost hard to believe. The scars, the tragedy, and the masks they wore to protect themselves, they very well could have been mirrors of the same person.

Void caressed her bottom lip, as she gave out a retort to Mal's previous statement. "I'm maddening? I'm not the one who nearly got themselves killed just now." The snow haired woman remarked, her tone soft and teasing, as another side to Mal was being revealed. A chuckle escaped Mal's lips at the request, her cheeks took on a small bit of pink from the sensation she felt on her palm. "You aren't my pet, DuCray. Shall I buy a slave collar and give you a pet name?" She snickered, just thinking about the situation was rather amusing to her. A wicked idea came to her mind, as she repeated the motion to Void, pressing her lips against the woman's palm, and felt yet another alien sensation. Mal's smile faltered, as she knew they were both going into dangerous territory. She took a shaky breath, before setting Void's head on her lap. "I asked HV to take us to Florn. It's a mostly primitive world, very sparsely populated." She spoke, looking to the woman below her now. She wanted to wipe those bruises away, but time was the only thing that could do that. "We can have time for each other there, give you time to heal, and we can figure out what....this is." She continued, knowing full well what they had going on, but didn't want to directly state it. "Have we gone insane?" Mal asked, her hands now stroking Void's cheek once more, the hand that held Void's wrist now moved to feel the built abdomen of the Sith, as Mal felt the growing desire to discard her armor, to embrace someone fully for the first time in seven years, but she just wasn't ready for it. No, it was too early for that. She had missed this though, the infatuation, the warm feelings, everything was just...nice to have back, though a voice at the back of her head was not happy in the least about these developments. The faint echos of Ordin screamed out from the depths, the lasting legacy of her old master still attempted to torment her even in death: 'You are a monster Alana. My Monster.'

Darth Void

 

[Darth Void]

She felt like a drug, and Void couldn't help herself but become nearly addicted to her touch. "Worth it." she responded, Alana was worth the risk for her. Void had this fierce need to want to protect her, the memory of her reaction to when she force pushed her out of the way still lingered in her mind. She was so close to nearly getting caught in the crush of the temple. A second later and they all would have been entombed in that wreckage of a planet. Void smiled in response as the other woman smiled and laughed, and when the blush crept up, Void knew in that instant she could get used to that sweet sound. And how her own name sounded from her just felt right. "Careful I might enjoy it." Void remarked with a small laugh which she regretted instantly as pain bit her ribs, she sucked in a quick breath. But as the pain came it immediately was dissolved by the feeling of the other womans lips to her palm mirroring her action. There was a tenderness the Sith hasn't felt in years, and it touched her soul.

Her gaze became that one of concern as she took notice of the scratches on Alana's face, turning her chin she tucked her soft white hair behind her ear to inspect any further damage as she listened to her speak "I asked HV to take us to Florn. It's a mostly primitive world, very sparsely populated." her attention came to the other womans shoulder running her fingertips along the bandage "Mmhmm.." brows knitted in worry as she took note of HV's handiwork. Void found comfort in resting her head on the other womans lap. She imagined in another world they would be doing this under a large willow tree by a lake, unburdened by the Sith Empire, their work, and all their enemies in between. The universe was quite unfair. "Florn huh? Never been." she said looking up at her when she finished looking the other woman over. Yes, it was a good idea for them to go someplace for a while to heal until called upon again by the Empire. It was inevitable, of course that they would be pulled back to their own respective duties. It was true, they were entering an incredibly dangerous territory. If anyone were to discover their possible liaison, it would be used against them to target the other. "Have we gone insane?" feeling her hand on her abdomen, Void covered it with her own gently as she smirked "Perhaps.." it was then that she realized the quite bare state she was in. With a groan she sat up slowly as she braced her ribs with her other arm. Void was well aware that this was still quite a lot for the other Sith to take in all at once and didn't want to overwhelm her. Standing slowly she walked over to the table that held a spare set of robes, she slipped her arms into the sleeves gingerly avoiding any movement that would induce more pain as the hood settled behind her, biting her lip as she did so with her back to Mal.

Turning around now that she looked more appropriate, Void made her way back to the other woman stopping just inches from her with a spare set, she wordlessly offered it to her. Again she didn't want to overstep, but Void certainly didn't want the other woman to get cold. "He won't be coming back to hurt you again." she stated knowing full well that Mal was probably still haunted by his words. Void knew all too well that feeling. "It'll take time."

"Lord Malevolum." HV's voice came on the intercom "We will be at our destination in approximately an hour." he announced. This drew out a small smile from Void. The droid didn't interrupt their moment at least.

Darth Malevolum

 

[Darth Malevolum]

"If you're going to make a habit out of being reckless I'll have to find a way to break you of that behavior." Mal cautioned, realizing her tone wasn't as firm as she probably she have held it. Several amusing ideas popped into her head, but she shook it off, no, she was getting ahead of herself, so very ahead of herself. Void had saved both their lives in the process. Her blush only reddened at the comment from the woman, though Mal attempted to hold her ground. "I feel like that's a challenge." She muttered, seeing that the Darth was still rather injured as her sweet laughter was punctured by a gasp of pain. For such an intimidating woman, she had a rather cute laugh; though she wondered how many people had heard it, probably not many. It was a sad thought, but then again, the same was true of Mal. "Nor have I. I just know the chance of us running into colleagues is at an all time low." She was only slightly concerned about running into fellow Sith, though she was most concerned about the knight under her command. She wasn't sure what to make of Amur, but the woman just felt shifty, learning about something like this would have garnered her quite the leverage over Mal.

Void pushed a lock of hair behind the Darth's ear, and the hand grazed over the patch on her shoulder. Mal handled the numb pain that followed, but feeling the faint touch upon her shoulder caused her heart beat to quicken. The skin underneath had grown overly sensitive to any sort of feed back, so even the smallest touch was enough to draw her attention. She craved more, but knew it better to halt herself. She was like a man dying of thirst in the desert it seemed, wanting to drink so much water until it killed her, unable to tolerate the small trickles she was forcing herself too. No, she would be the master of her passions, not let her passions control her, no matter how tempting they might have seemed.

This was all going rather fast for Mal, something she was rather relieved to see Void pick up on. She had started pushing herself beyond her normal limits with this sort of thing, and truth be told she was terrified of going much further. The truth was, is that she was relishing the proximity, the closeness, and the ability to reach out to someone without fear that they might turn away. Though she was rather enjoying feeling She let the woman go, watching as she dressed, only for Void to turn back to Mal and offering her clothing in exchange. The words of comfort she offered brought a smile back to the Darth's face, as she took the offered robes, and began to don them. "I used to believe that." Mal stated, her gaze dropping to the floor, as she slide her arms into the sleeves, before rising off the table and sliding the rest of the fabric on. "I...hope that you're right." Her feet were freezing from the floor, but she steeled herself against it. If this went the way she was expecting it to go, they'd have to change their lives rather drastically. She looked back to Void, hearing that her droid had perhaps waited until they had a proper pause. "I don't know where to go from here. I find myself unable to trust my own instincts now." She admitted, knowing they were on the edge of reaching a threshold that would put both of them at risk. The last seven years of isolating herself was taking it's toll, clearly. "I...just want to know I'm not the only one that's lost here." She spoke once more, her hand slowly reaching for Void's, hoping that maybe their time on this planet would clear her head.

Darth Void

 

[Darth Void]

The mention of breaking her bad behavior assuaged Void's quiet hope that they would cross paths again in the near future. But for the time being, she would take in whatever time she had with Mal. As a Jedi Hunter, Darth Void worked independently from other Sith. Most of her time was spent tracking down contacts, hours spent zeroing in on targets and how to best dissolve parts of the Jedi Order by taking down their main influences. It gave her the focus to dislocate herself from her personal feelings. But this was the first hunt that led Void to such a place. Especially that with another Sith. She felt a blazing in her chest at the nearness of Mal. Things she had buried within herself.

She knew that the other Sith perhaps had an apprentice working for her. Most would try to ascend ranks quickly by dissent within. Void wouldn't want what they had to compromise the Darth's position, or have it used against her. Looking away, her gaze landed on what remained of her mask on the table nearby. A reminder of her dedication to the Sith. "I don't know where to go from here. I find myself unable to trust my own instincts now." Void stood silent, she too, unable to trust her own instincts. Every reaction and decision she had made in the previous mission was for the safety of the other woman. And she didn't regret it. It was inevitable that Void would continue to hunt Jedi for the time being. She didn't however want Mal to get caught in the fray or worse become a casualty. Her jaw clenched at the thought, it was her only tell that the Darth had something worrisome on her mind.

"I...just want to know I'm not the only one that's lost here." her soft voice brought her to the present as the feel of Mal's hand grazed hers. Void resisted pulling the other woman into her arms right then and there. She would let her take the lead instead when she was ready. "Truthfully? I don't know what I'm doing." she confessed, finally looking at her companion as she took the hand in hers gently. "But Florn is a start.. And I.. I'm with you." they would mend their physical and perhaps mental wounds.

The sterile cold environment of the med bay sent a chill up Void's spine. It was time for a change of scenery for them both. Luckily HV was always a step ahead by organizing any communications for her more priority targets and placing anything needed on hold until she was ready to go for the next Jedi. Which meant, she had downtime. "Come.. show me Florn." smiled Void as she led the other Sith by her hand towards the door. They still needed to change into more suitable attire anyway for their visit.

Darth Malevolum