Opening of a Shell. (Spencer Jacobs)

[Lord Depravious]

Lord Depravious walked the corridors of the Sith, his fingers ran along the walls like spiders feeling every single inch that there was to feel upon the wall. As he walked it was as if the walls felt his presence as well and the Darkness of the Order began to loom over all that resided within it. Today he was to meet the first Apprentice of the Empress. A girl whom called herself Sanctuary, or at least that is what they all called her through-out the order. The walls groaned as Depravious' fingers slid along the runic stone. The force of bogan around him darkened the walls step by step. Each step that he took was very calculated and precise, there was not a step to him that did not hold a form of eloquence to it. And there never would be a step out of place; however, to those that watched him his face wasn't calculative at all, it was simply how he walked. The sadness that resonated within the mans aura was almost devouring as you approached him, it in and of itself could turn a mood sour should the force user not resist it in some way.

Plans festered in the mans mind, ideas, and outcomes all began to grow within his mind of what would be taking place. He had analyzed the Sith Empire for long enough now, it was time for him to act. However, that was not what this meeting was about, for now he must get people to know him but forget him. The time would come where heads would roll within the Empire and his status would be restored; however, for now he simply wanted to meet the Apprentice of the Empress. The only better judge of who the Empress was was the Empress herself. Through her apprentice so much could be learned about what type of a Sith she was and what type of a person she was.

Usurpation lay heavy on the mind of the Lord of the Sith. But not the usurpation of the Empress, no.. Of someone else that he ha been watching for some time now. Someone who did not exemplify what a true warrior was, or a true Sith. Someone who indulged themselves far too much in the spoils of the Sith Empire, and not enough in the fighting itself that was so desperately needed through out the dominions and the soon to be invasions.

Finally, Lord Depravious walked up to two monstrously large pillars, and stood there awaiting the girl who called herself sanctuary. His hands lay at his sides casually whilst he looked around with a disgusted frown upon his face. The frown was not out of disdain for one certain thing though, it was out of disdain for the state of things.. How he had to leave his last universe, how every single one of his brothers and sisters lay dead partly because of him and partly because of the betrayer of his people and of his ideologies.. How the love of his life was dead, and there had been no one that brought that hope back into his life, or that faith back into his life.

 

[Allyson Locke]

It was interesting that she was being summoned like this; it wasn’t every day that you were summoned by a Sith Master. Frowning, she didn’t enjoy being tossed around like this but it was her duty as Ashin’s First Apprentice. Pressing the mask onto her face, she secured it onto her. It was protection from everyone in the Empire, her signature was scrambled and the Mask helped along with it. Spencer was nervous about this entire meeting. She wasn’t with Ashin and she was going to be alone. Pressing her lips together she followed along the hallways.

Looking over towards the woman that was leading her, she felt a bit of coldness in the area. The empath picked up on the emotions of the building and she felt a chill spiral down her back. The woman brought her to the room and opened the doors revealing the Sith waiting for her. Rolling her shoulder’s back, Sanctuary took her first steps in. As the First Apprentice she had a bit of pull in the Empire, she was to some the flavor of the week despite the fact that she had proved herself in several take overs with the Sith Empire, even when she was a Jedi Padawan.

Stopping, she stood in the middle of the room and felt the man’s aura surrounding her. Everything about him attacked her senses at once and she took a step back. He was something beyond she had ever experienced. The sensitive Empath closed her eyes for a moment trying to understand and find her control over her emotions. A hand rose and covered her face for a minute, her mind closed in on its self-holding and guarding herself from the aura. Finally taking another few steps she bowed slightly giving the man some respect for his rank and the power she sensed off of him.

“You’ve summoned me?”

Rising from her bow she looked at him and kept her body relaxed. A part of her wanted to stay ready in case the man had lead her into a trap. The Sith had a way of turning on their own especially since she wasn’t a true Sith, it made her a prime target to some of the older Sith.

 

[Lord Depravious]

He sensed her discomfort for the moments that she walked in and even the discomfort that she had about the meeting out in the hallway. Lord Depravious had expected a reaction similar, even in normal terms and Sith Masters may have been taken back by the power and the feeling of his aura. As she walked in he turned around to watch her cover her face in an attempt to resist the power of his aura. He realized that she was not apart of the Sith itself; however, she was a Dark Jedi Knight, something that could be worked with. Also something that had to be respected.

Lord Depravious sat there staring at her for a moment, his long cape on the floor and his chin slightly raised whilst he watched her and examined every single movement that she made. He simply gave her a smile before speaking. Out of everything going on around the room, his force aura attacking literally every sense that she had. The weight of the air weighing down upon them both, and the force swirling around the room with the temple itself feeling it; Depravious spoke, "Greetings." Is all that he said to the girl baring the mask. How interesting that she had to wear the mask around him. Depravious was at one time one of the darkest beings to walk the galaxy; however, he knew exactly how to play all of the political games of the order, along with how to speak to people of his own kind. He did not see Sanctuary as someone that was not of his kind.

"There is no need to wear a mask around me, 'sanctuary' I do not see you as a meal, or as a rise to power." Depravious, even though his voice seemed soothing, actually had a lethargic tone of voice as he spoke to her as if he had done this millions of times before with the same person. "Also I thank you for the formalities, but as of right now I did not call you here for that." His voice remained soothing, and out of the malevolent chaos in the room, that remained. Over the years Lord Depravious had become accustomed to adjusting to certain situations.

As much as the man wished not to admit it, Lord Depravious was struck by her resemblance to Cyraelia. The woman bore striking resemblances even with the mask on, it didn't stop Lord Depravious from piercing through the mask with his own vision. Though it's not as if his vision was something that would hurt, no instead it was also something that soothed should he so choose it to. This, however, was something that he would not even get on to. Cyraelia was long gone now, and this woman in no way could match up to her, even if her looks were striking and even if Depravious after years still mourned his beloveds death. Once again he narrowed his gaze down to her and spoke once again, "I brought you here to simply speak with you, not only to judge how you are trained and thus be able to see the character of your master, but also to be able to see this girl that everyone in the entire order seems to be indulged in."

The metal that rose up around his face coming over to his mouth caressed his skin with a cold smooth touch; that accentuated the attributes of his cold face. The expressions on his face showed his residual sadness, not only from the way he held himself but also the look in his eyes was no longer a look of pride and a look of pride. It was simply a look of utter and absolute sadness. It was his culture, it was his people, it was who he was. There was only one thing that could soothe that sadness, and he hadn't found it in thousands of years. However, instead of being the stereotypical Sith Lord Depravious bowed his head in respects to the woman as well. Lowering his head deep, in order to show his level of respect to the young Dark Jedi Knight.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Sanctuary watched the Sith as he measured her up, the way he looked at her was different she felt as if she was on display to him. It was an interesting way he looked at her; she didn’t understand fully the meaning of this meeting still. He was meant to question and size up her training and in the end Ashin herself. The mask was a point he made, so going against Ashin’s orders she removed it quietly from her face. The half faced mask hung in her hand as she looked at the Sith now with her hazel eyes watching him as he moved. He mentioned how everyone seemed to be indulged with her, Spencer hadn’t seen much of it besides the whispers as she heard when she walked by.

“Apologies Lord, I wear the mask for my protection with in the Empire. As you can tell I’m not fully Sith which makes me being named as the First Apprentice to the Sith Empress.”

She kept her words short until she knew his intentions. The man had sadness about him and she didn’t understand where it was coming from. Her eyes never left him as she brushed some of her blonde hair from her face. He made her a bit nervous as she tried to think of something to say. Spencer felt his eyes peering onto her, she could feel everything he was feeling and she held her breath before she spoke a second time.

“My name is Spencer Jacobs. My Master, gave me the name Sanctuary….I’m an empath and sir I feel such a sadness inside of you.”

There was something more lingering behind his face, she couldn’t put her finger on it. If she wanted to peer farther into his mind wondering what made him tick, though she was a guest in his presence. The man could snap her in half if she decided to dig too deep into his mind. Her eyes closed as she focused on his sadness. She wanted to know what made him tick the way he did. Running her index finger down the side of her face, she looked away from him. His gaze was forever locked onto her.

“What is it you that you want to know about me?”

 

[Lord Depravious]

Shaidin Kamari looked upon the girl after he raised up from his respectful bow. And then simply began to narrow his gaze upon her face, finally for the first time able to see the entirety of it. How interesting, she bore such a resemblance to which he simply smiled. "I noticed that you were able to feel all of the emotions that wheal up inside me every day upon opening my eyes. There's not a single day that goes by that I do not live in this pain and suffering, the sadness at times is overwhelming." Lord Depravious spoke and even his voice emanated of sorrow and pain. "The sorrow that you feel, and the pain that you feel within me Spencer Jacobs is the pain and sorrow of an entire race of people who have been oppressed and shackled to an unforeseen death." Shaidin's lips curled as he spoke the words, in an almost utter hatred for what had happened to his people.

It was obvious to Depravious that the girl wanted to see exactly what it was within his mind, she could feel the emotions but she could not know where they came from. The origins of the pain, the origins of the sorrow; which was something that Lord Depravious would not allow her to see or feel. Her desire to see in his mind was not unusual to Depravious however, many had wanted to see what was in his mind, the lore of his people.. The events that led up to tragedy in his life, and there where none still alive that knew of what that tragedy was and hopefully there never would be for quite some time.

As he spoke he spoke with an utmost soothing voice still, "I can understand that I make you uncomfortable Spencer Jacobs, it's natural I suppose especially since you've never been around me before you did not know what to expect from me. I am Lord Depravious, the reason I took this name was that not only was I deprived from what was rightfully mine, I deprived people of their greatest hopes. Thus the name was born." He looked at her for a moment, his black eyes widened for a moment as if he was looking into the depths of her soul through the force. He spoke once more, this time his tone was a bit raspy and much more stern with her, "I heard you to be a free spirit, you don't seem quite free as of the moment.."

Continuously looking at her simply reminded Depravious more and more of his long lost and forgotten love, something that he was trying so hard to resist not only the thought of but the striking resemblances. Even with her sternness and professionalism Depravious saw right through it all with his eyes of darkness. He reached out his hand and merely touched her face with his index finger, not only to see a bit more of whom she was but to take in her face for comparison to that of his love. How intriguing that she reminded him of her. Little had ever done that before, and he never wished to feel the pain of her face again, yet here someone stood inciting that pain upon him. In order to change the tone of the conversation he simple spoke once more, "Darth Voracitos, what is your idea of him? Do not patronize me or him either, I understand your Master is the Empress and you have a job to do.. I want the truth."