Perfectly sane. Perfectly normal.

[Xobos Yakieer]

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Planet: Roon
Side of the planet: Perpetually light
Mental state: Normal…for Xobos.
Xobos Yakieer

[SIZE=14pt]Early Morning[/SIZE]
Desperation was the father of all mistakes, and it didn’t help when one had two voices conflicting constantly in her head about the actions to take. And when their anger or stress had the ability to affect the one’s mind that was currently being afflicted by them, that just made the day even worse. Or stressful. Or dangerous.

These weren’t normal problems to have. Xobos’s mind was far, far from normal anyway. Though the voices in her head arguing had become a commonplace in her life. It wasn’t like she could get them to be quiet anyway.

The Miraluka was quietly and quickly making her way through the heavily forested area near one of the spread out and multiple smugglers areas hidden all over the area. They all seemed to be run by the same Trandoshan smuggling group. The same one the Miraluka had been terrorizing for weeks now. Or at least, she thought it had been weeks. It was hard to tell on a planet with no night cycle. Or on a planet she didn’t even know the name of. Not like the people who had dumped her on this rock had bothered to tell her where she was.

“Probably because they never wanted you to leave. Though I know you’ve already thought of that.” Ambrus’s hard, dark voice seeped into the forefront of her mind, causing her momentarily to pause and lean against a tree, kneeling against it to steady herself. “Thank you Ambrus. And you’re right, I have. Though this isn’t the time to be conversing about it, while we’re hunting for food, right?” She tried to keep her voice calm and low, as to not come off as aggressive, or to alert any nearby smugglers to her presence.

“She’s right, you know. This is a conversation for later. We must focus on the kill for now.” It was Ona. The softer, womanly voice coming to the front now, speaking in a defusing tone. Xobos could swear she heard Ambrus sigh in her mind, before he responded in a quick, “fine. We hunt now.” At the same time, the Miraluka could feel both the presences leave her mind, leaving her with a quiet mind for the first time that morning. There wasn’t time to relish in this, however. She needed to hunt. She needed to kill. She needed to survive.

Trandoshan smugglers, bounty hunters, and trophy hunters wouldn’t be missed by anyone. Trandoshan meat also tasted well enough once it was cooked and the scaly outside was scraped off, as well as providing a large amount of nutrients. At least that was Ambrus continually tried to convince her. She wondered at times if he was only doing this to get her sick or to keep her from eating something better, but she didn’t have any better ideas for food. The Miraluka wasn’t smart enough to set traps for smaller animals, and it seemed as though the only times she could make weapons was when she followed Ambrus’s suggestions, so she played along.

Today’s hunt had lead her a small encampment near the side of a tall cliff with what looked like caves poking around the side of it. The smugglers must use some of them to hide their spice and illegal contraband in them. However, the encampment was at the bottom of the cliff in a clearing large enough to land a small shuttle. From her position near the edge of the tree line, however, Xobos could sense that there was no shuttle landed today. Her senses were also attuned to the fact that there was only one Trandoshan, probably just to sure the camp stayed clear of any animal predators.

A dark, cold presence came over Xobos once again as Ambrus returned, speaking once again. “Only one today, hm? Should make him an easy kill, even for someone of your…complete and total lack of skill and killing sense.” The Miraluka couldn’t help but let out a small sigh, earning her a mindful of dark laughter before he continued to speak. “What weapon today, master?”

Her eyes lifted toward the camp once again, ‘seeing’ with the force to try and figure out exactly where the Trandoshan was located. It didn’t take long to find him, milling about aimlessly around the small metal structure in the clearing. He eventually leaned up against the side of the building, back to where the Miraluka was located, oblivious to her.

“Spear. Its going to be quick and quiet. And I don’t want it up close.” There was no answer from Ambrus, but she could still feel him still in her mind. This gave her the strength to slow her breathing, take a step back into the forest, close her mind, and begin to envision the weapon she wanted in her mind. It was going to appear in her hands. With Ambrus in her mind and his power coursing through her, the weapon would materialize.

The feeling something materializing out of thin air and your body being drained to create the thing would never cease to take the breath away from the Miraluka. It felt like being kicked in the chest, but as she opened her eyes, the spear sat in her outstretched hands. Pure black colored, whispy, yet it was still solid. And the point at the end was sharp enough to pierce durosteel. Not that she would have to test that. Hopefully.

The perfectly balanced spear resting in her back hand as she approached the edge of the forest, Xobos leaned on the back of her foot, taking aim at the lone Trandoshan, taking a moment to softly speak, even though she already knew the answer. “Ora. Ambrus. You two are with me, aren’t you?” It took only a moment for them to answer, speaking in one unified voice. The voice of Lagos.

“As we always are, master.”

And from the moment, she let the spear fly, silently and deadly piercing the air, before nailing it’s target in the back of it’s scaly head, driving into the ground as the body twitched twice before finally laying motionless.

It didn’t take long after that for Xobos to clean everything up. She found a duffle bag with a large, serrated knife, a blanket, and a canteen of water inside. Taking the knife, she took the better part of the morning and afternoon to dismember the arms off the dead Trandoshan. Those were quickly stuffed back into the duffle bag, as well as the knife. It could be useful to the Miralukan later.

For now, though, she needed to find a place to sleep and rest for a while. She had no idea when the next shuttle would arrive in this location, and they wouldn’t be happy to find a Trandoshan dead, face down in the dirt and missing his arms. The spear would not be found, as it had dissipated long ago, but they certainly wouldn’t be happy with what had occurred otherwise.

The caves systems seemed like a logical choice for this, and against what Ambrus was telling her to do, she began to climb the rock face, determined to find an empty cave to sleep in for a while. He had helped her make the spear and hunt. She didn’t need his anger anymore. Though it probably wasn’t the smartest idea to anger him, as she would soon come to remember.

[SIZE=14pt]Late Afternoon[/SIZE]
There was no time on this planet that held any sort of night cycle, due to the fact the planet only rotated once on it’s axis per orbit around the system’s sun. At no time during the day did it even get remotely darker, with the yellowish rays of the sun penetrating through the cloud cover at all times. It didn’t get any colder either, not that it was
scorching hot. The clouds made sure that the surface of the planet was quite livable, even with the constant sunlight.

This meant that finding places to sleep where it would be dark enough was tougher than it would be on a planet with a normal light cycle. Ambrus didn’t help anything either with his constant negativity, mindlessly droning on inside her head as the Miraluka continued her climb up the steep cliff face in search of a unoccupied cave to sleep in for the night. “Why even bother to go to this much trouble, master? It’s not like a cave will let you sleep any better than laying on the cold ground will. More chances to be eaten by a predator as well. Just climb back down the cliff. I don’t want us to fall to death either.”

Xobos scoffed lightly as she hoisted herself onto a small cliff shelf, breathing heavily as she rested. “Well, Ambrus, if I get eaten I won’t have to hear you drown on anymore. So that would be a relief, wouldn’t it?” It was in moments like these that Ambrus wasn’t really anything more than a hinderance. At least the Miraluka could focus on other tasks at hand and not only on him talking in her head. And in the rare times when she had a quip that, he might actually shut up for a few moments, leaving Xobos with nothing but silence.

Silence could be scarier than his constant talking at times. Most of the time it meant he was going to torture her thoughts later that night, but it wasn’t like that was any sort outlier for how her nights usually ended. Little sleep and horrifying thoughts.

She could feel his anger, though. He didn’t like when she talked back. The word master meant nothing to Ambrus. It was equivalent to a parasite calling the organism it was sucking dry master.

“You know better than to talk back, master. It never ends well for you.” A softer, calmer voice overtook her mind as Ona began to speak again for the first time since killing the Trandoshan. Xobos clinched her fists tightly as she bit her lip, nodding as she spoke. “I know, Ona…it’s been a stressful day.” She retorted, trying her best not to snap at the voice in her head. Ona didn’t deserve that, and thankfully her tone sounded like the woman’s voice hadn’t taken any offence. “Then keep your emotions in check. You only feed his anger when you speak in such a way.” Ona responded, before the Miraluka could feel her leaving her mind as well, leaving the teen along with her own thoughts again. It took her a moment to realize her hand was still clinched tightly into a ball, forcing herself to take a deep breath and slowly uncurl it, blood dripping onto the rock where her nails had bitten into the skin.

These moments truly scared her. She couldn’t tell if it was her own fear and stress that had caused her to clinch her fist so tightly, or the anger of Ambrus coursing through her body and taking control of her mind momentarily. Had she made herself bleed? Or was she going so insane that the voices had finally started to take control of more of her mind?

“Better keep moving, good master. We must find a cold, dark, wet cave to sleep in tonight.” His gruf, grave voice snapped her out of her own dark thoughts, though she was sure by now he could hear her thoughts. Breathing slightly to try and calm herself, Xobos slowly stood, hoisting the canvas bag back onto her back, and began her assent once again.


[SIZE=14pt]Terrors of the daytime[/SIZE]
It took a while for Xobos to clean the meat, start the fire, cook the meat to a eatable state, and consume her meal, though she couldn’t tell you how long had passed with the sun staying in the exact same place in the sky. It felt like a few hours, however, before she was laying against the smooth rock of the side of the cave. After the incident on the rocks earlier in the day, it had taken a while before finding an unoccupied cave to have her rest time in.

With the blanket wrapped around her shoulders and the fire crackling in the corner of the cave, Xobos finally settled down against the floor of the cave, canvas bag acting as a pillow as she attempted to turn her body away from the opening of the cave, which was still letting light in. Thankfully, though, the cavern she had been able to find extended far enough into the cliff to actually get dark, allowing the exhausted Miraluka to finally get some much needed rest.

And she almost got it. It was a while before she could feel his presence begin to settle in her mind. She knew it was him, as well. It was hard not to know when Ambrus was settling in her mind, but especially not when he was angry. And his anger was seething tonight. That was evident enough by his first comment, washing her mind in a wave of darkness. “Was it as easy to kill that lizard man as was to kill your village, master?”

Xobos could feel her fists clinching up again, causing fresh pain to slip it’s way up her arms. This only seemed to spur him on, as did her silence and attempts at blocking the voice out. “No answer from the esteemed master? I’ll take that as a yes…a yes that it was so incredibly easy to slaughter those that you called family.”

She didn’t care about the pain anymore, as her fists clinched tighter, squeezing her jaw and eyes shut tightly as she felt her eyes begin to well up. “I didn’t..I couldn’t control it..”
“Couldn’t control it, you say?” He responded, poising dripping from his voice and infecting her mind. Xobos couldn’t fight the urge to open her eyes, and watched as the cave’s darkness began to twist and turn as a vision overcame her mind, enveloping it with screams and cries of pain. Ambrus was forcing her to relieve the moment she lost control over everything, slaughtering the entirety of her village.

Fires burned everywhere around her, and the smoke choked her lungs as it’s black ash rained down around the ground around her. Following a flake with her eyes lead her to be staring directly into the face of her dead father, mother, and brothers. Their bodies were burned beyond recognizability, but she knew who they were, she knew what she had done. Hands shaking, the Miraluka slowly raised them to eyelevel, to see them painted in the blood of her family, permanently staining them with her mistake.

Shouts of anger and authority quickly snapped her out of looking at her hands, looking up to ‘see’ the rest of the village charging her with spears and swords, screaming out to kill her, contain her, and to lock the murder up. Spears punctured her sides, swords sliced at her arms, shooting fresh pain up and all around her body. It felt so real, like she was really back in the moments. The pain, the sounds, the smell of death, all were so real. And the mob continued to attack her, screaming out how it was all her fault. All Xobos’s fault.

“No…no….NO!!” All of it, the pain, anger, frustration, all released itself in one, primal scream that sent the mob flying backwards into the fires. The scream shattered the vision, causing the entire cave to shake and rumble as loose pieces fell from the ceiling and hitting the floor with unnaturally loud bangs. The villages screams still lingered in Xobos’s mind, continuing to torture her as she curled up in a ball on the cold, damp floor of the cave, sobbing lightly to herself. The dark presence in her mind returned once more, his words shooting fresh pain through her mental state. “Maybe next time we will work better together..master, and this won’t be necessary. Get some good sleep now, we have hunting to do tomorrow..”

With that, the voice left her mind. Leaving her alone in the darkness of the cave as the screams slowly subsided. Nobody in her mind. No Ambrus, no Ora, no visions. Just herself, left sobbing on the floor at her past mistakes. Completely, and totally, alone. With nobody ever coming for her.

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[Adron Malvern]

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Location: Roon | Objective: Follow The Force | Tags: [member="Xobos Yakieer"]​

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The Dark Lord brought himself down to a knee, allowing his hand to briefly kiss the surface that stood beneath him. He could feel it. Traces of something more that had once been here. Something....lost.....perhaps even disturbed. It spoke to him with silent whispers that could only be heard through the Force. Still he could not decipher them into anything of worth, mere white noise in the back of his senses. He pulled the cowl back from his raven hair, revealing amethyst eyes that scanned the barren lands before him. They pierced the darkness like a dagger would exposed flesh. It would appear as if his gaze spanned miles in the dead of this darkness.

He stood back to his full height, gazing up at a cloudy sky that held the promise of storms and rain. Maybe a few more hours at best. Hopefully he would be off of this barren rock by the time the heavens wept for this cursed world. He continued his march. His destination was nowhere and his goals did not exist. In this moment the Sith Lord followed the whims of the Dark Side. It alone had summoned him here and it alone would answer the question of why. The terrain began to rise around him as he led himself down a narrow fissure, thick with large boulders and jagged stones. He maneuvered around these obstructions silently, almost as if he was moving through a crowded hall on Ryloth. Even now as he traversed the world each step was a testament to the superiority he held to all things surrounding him.

His steps slowed into a halt as shadows moved over the edge of the fissure. Those deep amethyst eyes gazed up at the passing forms. They utilized speed and darkness to attempt to mask their movements. It was cunning but they moved without practice or skill. They were not assassins, no they were far too conspicuous.

While the Sith would have liked to continue to watch this display, he had more pressing concerns. Of course, when his eyes turned to the path before him, he could see a number of beings forming from the shadows that had kept them hidden as he approached.

So they are not without some skill. He regarded, eyeing the men closely.

Men, a poor description of these beings. Their skin was formed like a reptiles with hues of green that bled dangerously close to yellow. Their predatory eyes and elongated claws gave them away far before the soft hiss that came from one of the men. Trandoshans. Three of these things appeared before the Sith Lord, Darth Malphas. Eyes locked on him as if he was a snack they'd been saving for a special occasion.

"Good evening friend. You look like you could be losssssssst." The largest of these beasts spoke, his serpent-like tongue flicking out as he did.

"You're in my way." Malphas said simply, closing his eyes for the briefest of moments. He reached out with the Force, calling on it to gift him eyes in the surrounding area. He could feel them now....the three before him, two behind him, and two on either side of the fissure. A simple ambush, but not an ineffective one.

"Not ssssssssure I like your tone. Tell you what, give ussssssss all your valuablesssssss and we may let you live." Even now as the reptilian alien spoke to the Sith Lord he did not comprehend what he was doing. Bored, uninterested eyes gazed at the Trandoshan, still holding a near violet hue to them.

They closed in on him. Those who were at the top of the fissure slid down the decline, carrying vibroblades in their hands as they hoped to corner their prey. Malphas glanced from one to another, counting them and matching his findings with what he had expected earlier. They seemed to be some manner of warriors, by the number of battle scars each of them wore. Did that mean it would change anything? No.

"I'm only warning you once." Malphas said simply, his eyes never leaving the leader of this pathetic little band.

"That'ssssss it. We tried to play niccccccce. Boysssssss, kill hi-" For the Sith Lord time would have appeared stasis. Paused by the rapid movements that closed the distance between the Trandoshan and himself. As his hand wrapped around the being's throat, lifting it from it's feet, Malphas gazed at him with an agitated expression. The warrior was strong, yet he could do nothing against the power of the Force that flowed through the Sith Lord's arm. Malphas hated distractions and these things had proven to be just that. Of course his comrades tried to help him, each of them. In unison their weapons were bared and headed for the Sith. However just as the Trandoshan in his hands began to gasp and claw for air, the others found their bodies unable to move.

As if this same hand had extended itself out ten times over, each of the aliens wrapped a hand around their throat in a desperate search for air. Their chokes and cries filled the air, finally drowned out by a loud clap of thunder. Once the thunderous boom had passed, each of the warriors laid on the ground, dead. With a disinterested sigh, Malphas released the alien in his own hands, letting it's body follow it's comrades to the ground. "Idiots." Was all Malphas said as his boots stepped over the bodies that littered the fissure's floor. With that minor exertion passed, Malphas would continue on his path, following the source that had led him to this damned world. He prayed he found it soon, his patience was beginning to bleed away.

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Planet: Roon
Time of day: Morning after visions
Mental state: Fractured, but functional.
Tag: [member="Adron Malvern"]

With a start, Xobos awoke on the cold, dark floor of the cave, the smell of smoke hanging low in the air. Her whole body ached inside and out from the ordeal that she had gone through the night before. Even though the visions were long gone, and the only sounds that lingered in the cave were the soft whistles of the wind moving in and out of the structure, the Miraluka’s mind was still plagued by the images she had been forced to relive. Again.

That had been Ambrus’s torture of choice for her since she been left on this planet. Before, when Xobos had still been living in her village, they were visions of her loved ones dying or horrible things befalling her people. With nobody left close to her, the best way to torture her mind when she stepped out of place, or made him mad it seemed, was to make her see the vision of her village burning to the ground once again.

It felt like every joint that could crack, creak, or pop did so when she rolled onto her back, taking a moment to try and get some air into her lungs, clear her mind of the past night’s events. It finally felt like she was calming down after a few moments, only for a familiar presence to begin to worm his way into her mind, his gravely voice causing her to sigh momentarily. “Well, good morning master. Hope you slept well..”

Today was a new day, and one that Xobos really didn’t want to start off with a ticked off spirit in her mind. Even if her first reaction was to respond with some sort of snark or rude comment about the night before, her voice was calm as she responded. “It was an eventful night, but I believe I got some good sleep after a..rough start.”

She knew that type of reaction and response would make ora happy, which was only confirmed when the woman’s spirit’s voice broke through to give a confirming, “I’m glad you feel alright this morning, master,” before receding to allow Ambrus to take the front of her mind, like usual.

Xobos would venture to say that most mornings started out like this one. More often than not, she was tortured by those hyper realistic visions, would wake up on some cold cave floor, and spend part of the morning conversing with the only two people on this planet that didn’t want to kill her. Though she had reservations about Ambrus, he always seemed to be able to help her unlock the power she needed to get through rough situation. Maybe it was nothing more than protecting his vessel, but at least he wasn’t trying to kill her or actively hold her back. At least, not to her knowledge.

This morning would be different, however. Not like those other mornings. Xobos knew that the moment she felt..something. Something dark, foreboding, and it seemed to be moving towards her. Like it was tracking her presence somehow.

The spirits seemed to feel it as well, as they stopped their bickering momentarily as the Miraluka slowly stood and proceeded toward the edge of the cave, looking out over the forested landscape. Whatever the presence was, it was getting closer. Closer to the clearing way below her, closer to the steep rockface, and closer to her. It certainly wasn’t a trandoshan of any sort, since they didn’t typically feel this way.

No, whatever this thing really was, it wasn’t trying to hide it’s power, nor was it slowing down at all. It was a determined hunter.

And Xobos, it seemed, was the prey. “Whatever is out there, I don’t like it. I don’t like the fact that it can feel where I am.” She spoke allowed, a slight tremor in her voice. It wasn’t as though she was scared, but to feel something like that hunting you would make anyone feel uneasy.

“We should fight it. With us by your side, you can kill whatever is coming for you.” Ambrus’s rough voice graveled, spitting out a sentiment that wasn’t uncommon for him. If something presented a danger, you killed it. What she didn’t expect, however, was for Ora to agree with him. “I don’t typically enjoy killing, you know that master. But this thing is a danger. If we do not snuff it out quickly, then it might call for more of it’s kind.”

While Xobos was often hesitant to agree with Ambrus on these types of issues, when Ora agreed, that was pretty much always enough to convince her that this was the action to take. Whatever it was that was coming for her, it was powerful. And cocky. If it didn’t feel the need to hide it’s power, then it obviously underestimated the Miraluka’s power. At least that’s what she thought.

A moment later she was cross legged on the edge of the cliff, darkshear spear in her lap as she awaited whoever decided that she was a big enough threat to snuff out. She certainly wouldn’t be going down without a fight. Whatever was coming probably knew that.

Xobos was either about to be rid of a threat to her safety, or she would die. Neither option seemed all that bad in her mind. At least Ambrus would hush for a little while.

 

[Adron Malvern]

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Malphas could feel the ebb and flow of the Dark Side of the Force. It brought his approach to a slow stop as he gazed up at the path before him. Those amethyst eyes gazed out at the cliff that loomed over him. As he grew closer his eyes were able to make out the form that sat above him. He could see this child of the Force for what she was, an anomaly. The Dark Side screamed out from her in violent waves that would cause many men to shudder if they were unprepared.

Those eyes gazed up at the woman, staring into the pits of her being with an almost lifeless gaze. He had a monstrous presence about him, one that would have better matched a beast of carnage and death, not a mere human with a lithe build. He could sense the Dark Side of the Force gathering around the woman, bending to her command as if a child rushing to it's mothers side.

For the longest time he would only stare up at her silently. Watching as she gathered her focus or perhaps awaited him to grow closer to her. He could not see the spear of midnight black that she had formed, however the woman was off-balanced, still raw in the Force. She had not yet been crafted into an extension of the Dark Side like Malphas had been. He raised a single hand to the woman, those amethyst eyes shining brighter as the Dark Side of the Force released itself in a single hellish wave. A single, almighty pull.

The rock and gravel underneath Xobos would shake and shimmer for the briefest of moments. The Force wrapped itself around the young woman with a hateful wrath. Everything around her would shift, compromise, and inevitably....collapse.

The hand of Darth Malphas closed into a tight fist as he jerked it back to his side. The cliff where Xobos had once sat? Now it crumbled underneath a mass wave of the Force. The rocks were slammed into by this invisible hand, crushing them and turning them to dirt as the cliff disintegrated into a massive rock slide. Malphas smirked as the rocks flew down from the cliff, rumbling and falling into a large landslide. The shield that Malphas erected around himself would keep him safe, protected, as he watched just what the fate of this woman would be.

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Planet: Roon
Time of day: Morning after visions
Mental state: Fractured, but functional.
Tag: [member="Adron Malvern"]

From Xobos’s perspective, the man that emerged from the trees seemed to be nothing more than a simple man with a large, dark presence about him. He obviously wasn’t hiding it, nor was he hiding himself from the Miraluka’s view. There was no fear in his movements or his mannerisms. Just a very unnerving calm. The spirits seemed to agree with this sentiment, even going as far as to speak in Lagos’s voice, signifying they were of one mind on this man. “We don’t like him. He seems unnatural. He is here to hurt us. We must remove him from this world.”

The woman couldn’t help but agree at the voices words, but before she got the chance to stand and make her way down to confront the dark presence, the ground beneath her crossed legs began to shake. Her eyes quickly darted down to see large cracks beginning to appear beneath her feet, before snapping her look quickly in the man’s direction to see his arm slowly lowering his arm. Ambrus’s voice roared into the front of her mind, practically yelling, “He caused this! Move, quickly!”

His warning came moments too late though, even as Xobos was hopping to her feet with the spear in her hands, the ground finally broke away from underneath her feet, plunging her down the cliff-face as gravity took a hold of her once again. And for a moment, the situation completely overtook her mind with fear as she fell. Her breathing was shallow and time seemed to slow down for a few moments.

But then, her body took over. She wasn’t going to die here. She refused to die in such a way. But the Miraluka only had a few moments to act. With a twist of her core, Xobos was now falling with her back to the ground. Gripping her spear of darkness tightly in her bruise covered, blister ridden hands, she slammed it into the rocks, sending a sudden jolt through her body as her velocity was slowed significantly in a second.

The rocks and gravel split from the cliff-face the head of the spear plunged into it, spraying Xobos’s face with sharp and annoying pieces of tiny rock. The spear was getting harder and harder to keep buried into the rock, as the force of gravity was quickly working to shake the spear from her hands. With this, and the added annoyance of the tiny rocks spraying into her face, and once she was close enough to the ground, Xobos swiftly pulled the spear from the rocks, hit the ground with a roll, and popped up into a stance ten feet from the man, no matter how much her body screamed in pain at her.

Lagos’s voice, unexpectedly, came through again. “Wonderfully done, master.” The Miraluka couldn’t help but smile lightly, muttering a quick, “Thank you, Lagos, I couldn’t have done it without your strength aiding me.” The voice began to fade back into her mind, but not without leaving her with one last word. “No, you couldn’t have.”

The Miraluka shook her head, trying to clear her mind as her eyes began to look up at the man, continuing to stand there menacingly, calmly. With a soft growl, and a twirl of her spear behind her back, Xobos called out to him in as intimidating as voice as she could muster. “Why are you here to find me?”

 

[Adron Malvern]

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The Sith Lord watched with some interest as the woman reacted to his assault. She would not be lifelessly swept away into a pile of rocks, instead she would persist for as long as she could and when the crash finally brought her down, it would be done with grace...to an extent. Malphas tilted his head to the side ever so slightly before she finally returned to a solid stance. His attack had brought her down from the, now nonexistent cliff. His lips were pulled into the smallest of smiles for a moment before the woman started to speak out against him. Narrowing his eyes he called out, his voice the thundering wail of a beast who had long-since been released from it's cage.

"Watch your tongue!" Truly her words were not what upset him, but the manner in which they were delivered. The man looked up to the cloudy skies once again, time was rushing against him to bring about a hellish rain. Leveling his eyes with the woman he would speak once again, this time it would be as if silk met silver, the true tone of a Highborn lord.

"The Dark Side of the Force brought me here, to you." He explained to her, taking a few steps forward before his eyes closed in on the spear of midnight black within her hands. A powerful Sith weapon, conjured from the very deepest clutches of the Dark Side. Before he would go any further he would see that spear gone. "Unless you want to use that weapon against me, get rid of it."

His hand would rise, albeit slowly, with his palm held out towards the woman. Those amethyst eyes glimmered softly before he spoke cooly. "With a single thought I can make every bone in your body explode into dust. Care to test me?" He asked, arching a brow as he gazed at the woman.

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Planet: Roon
Time of day: Morning after visions
Mental state: Fractured, but functional.
Tag: [member="Adron Malvern"]

The Miraluka was taken aback slightly by the man’s sharp and quick retort to her question, as if she had hit some sort of nerve or annoyed him in some way. His words lashed out at her like a tiger at his prey. This came more as a surprise due to the fact that Xobos could’ve swore she saw him smiling a bit at her before snapping.

It was interesting how calm and collected he seemed. Even his mannerisms seemed to mirror the one of a noble, or at least someone who was in complete control of the situation. And by the way he brought down the cliff-face that she was sitting on, and by the way his words seemed to hang in the air, Xobos felt as though he really was in control of what was going on.

That’s why she considered tossing the spear away as he lifted his hand toward her, threating to dissolve her bones if she didn’t comply with what he was saying. Not to her surprise, however, Ambrus decided to disagree. “Don’t! If we go along with this, you’ll be defenseless.” He certainly wasn’t wrong. If she gave in and complied with what the man was asking from her, then the Miraluka would be his whims. And if she survived, Ambrus certainly wouldn’t be pleased with her as well. That would lead to some sleepless nights.

But even as the man stood there, doing nothing but holding his hand out toward her, Xobos knew he was no one to be playing with. And she also surmised that any attacking move made toward him would lead to her face down in the dirt, dead. Disobeying Ambrus or going against the man presented few good options.

She decided on doing the one that would more than likely prolong her life, instead of the one that would lead to her immediately death. Frowning with a scowl at the taller man, she gave the spear a single twirl before tossing it to the side, out of arms reach. The weapon buried itself, halfway up the dark blade, into the dirty a few feet away from the pair. Xobos certainly couldn’t reach it, but it wouldn’t take her long to grab it if need be.

“I…we, can feel the power radiating off of you. As much as Ambrus wants me to fight you, I think we all know that such an act would leave me, at the very least, dismembered in some way.” The Miraluka’s arms slowly fell by her sides, but her entire body was on edge. If the man attacked her, it would just take a moment to get to the spear to try and defend herself. “I, at least Ora and I, don’t want to test you. What I do want to know is why this..dark side called you here.”

 

[Adron Malvern]

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Once the spear was cast from the womans hands, Malphas finally lowered his own hand. He continued to level his eyes against the woman but in time they would soften and his own features would follow. The Sith Lord eyed her for a moment before it seemed the faintest hint of a smile touched the corner of his lips. "You would die." He assured her, however he stated it in such a matter of fact way it would assure her of his resolve.

"You're not a Sith." He said plainly, breaking through her words with his own thought. Who was this woman? Why did The Force draw him to her in such a manner? Was she someone who the Dark Side was calling him to slaughter? It would be simple. With a flick of his finger he could gather the Force around the woman's throat and choke the life out of her until all that remained was a useless husk. His hand flinched ever so softly as he considered this avenue. No. He convinced himself her life and their meeting may have held some deeper meaning. A thunderous clap echoed out from the heavens, a flash of illumination falling over them as Malphas exhaled softly. "I am a Sith Lord. I'm not sure why the Dark Side decided to send me to this barren rock of a planet, but it did. I didn't expect to find an acolyte of The Force here."

Crossing his arms over his chest, he would place a single finger on his chin as he looked to the woman. He looked at her through the eyes of the Force. The turmoil within was hard for the man to miss. Her mind was so scattered and overall it was a hellish mess to keep track of. Why was her mind like a labyrinth? It was almost as if her mind belonged to more than one soul.

He narrowed his eyes at this before finally choosing his words. "The Force has touched you in a unique way. Your mind is not your own, is it? You said we, who else inhabits that head of yours? Tell me quickly before I cut it off so I may find out myself." His hand rested on the hilt of a sword which was draped down from his waist, those amethyst eyes as vibrant as ever.

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Planet: Roon
Time of day: Morning after visions
Mental state: Fractured, but functional.
Tag: [member="Adron Malvern"]

“I have no doubt that he is telling the truth. He would kill us.” Ora was the only one to speak in Xobos’s mind, yet the Miraluka was sure that everyone was in agreement. This man was not to be trifled with. He meant every word that was speaking, and Xobos had no doubt that he would squish her like a bug under his boot should she make him mad. Probably best to stay on his good side for now. But even as she thought this, she stayed ready, her body tense and strained to jump at the spear if she needed to.

These words that he was using..dark side, sith lord, all of these things, were foreign to her now. Though as they were said, Xobos could remember being told about these types of people when she was just a child in her village. They were dangerous, and the Miralukan’s were always told to stay away from these..sith. But the people who taught her lessons like this one were gone now. Dead at her hands.

Still, those lessons began to ring in her mind as the man spoke to her, his voice low and ominous. It didn’t seem possible, but his voice, his very presence seemed to be bringing the dark clouds across the sky. The thunder and lightning cracked with every single one of his movements, it seemed. Either his presence was actively changing the weather on this planet, or something very dark was coming. Xobos felt as though she would be much more safe in the cave..though she doubted that was an option anymore.

When he began to speak again, it sounded as though he was puzzled, almost thoughtful. His questions were still harshly given, however, as though he expected her to give the correct answer to something she didn’t even really know. Crossing her own arms, her useless, cloudy eyes stared daggers toward the man. “The force, or whatever you might like to call it, certainly hasn’t touched me in any special way. I’m not unique. I’m just crazy.” That’s what the village leaders had made her think, at least. It would be dishonoring to their memories to say that anything about herself was special.

Her eyes darted off to the side for a moment, looking at the spear before flickering back to the man, arms now slowly moving towards her sides. While things didn’t feel like they were getting any worse at the moment, his threat still made the situation feel like it could turn horrible in just an instant. “However…you are correct about one thing. My mind is not my own. I share it with two others, and a third when they are in agreement. Ambrus, who currently would probably want me to try to kill you, Ora, who would like me to continue to talk to you while staying wary, and Lagos, when they agree. Lagos…thinks you are a very dangerous man. And bad for my health.”

 

[Adron Malvern]

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[member="Xobos Yakieer"]​

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"I took you for someone with skill, not a fool." Malphas returned, his gaze moving away from the woman and turning back to the grey clouds above. They remided him a bit of the woman's own eyes, devoid of any true use. He listened to the woman and shook his head as she spoke. "Do you really think being sane is the mark of being unique?" The question was posed with some weight yet it held a rhetorical standpoint. When the womans eyes glanced to the side, Malphas quirked a brow at her. "Do it. If you think you can cut me down. Take the spear." He continued to gaze at her challengingly before finally his eyes softened. "Don't do it girl. If you take the weapon I'd have to kill you."

As his hand came away from his own weapon, Malphas allowed his cloak to fall back over him, his body disappearing within the shroud once more. "Ambrus...Ora...and Lagos." Malphas almost seemed to be considering these names for a moment before the briefest of smiles crested his lips. "And what is your name?"

She would answer or she would not, yet finally the Sith Lord could feel the Dark Side moving around her, dancing like water threatening to wash it all away. "The Force is the power you use. It binds you to an infinite nexus of power that you've barely scratched the surface on." He explained to the woman, his footsteps rising and falling as he moved around her. As if a predator, encircling it's prey, he would continue to move around her. "The Force allows you to...lift a stone." As he spoke, several boulders surrounding the two of them would slowly rise, floating in a rhythmic pattern. In one, unseen mental gesture the stones would fall back to the ground.

"The Force....is the ability to fly." As the Sith spoke his feet would rise from the ground, ever so softly before he would settle back to the rock and ground below.

"It is power at your fingertips." He explained to her. "You seem to be able to utilize it, impressively. However you have not mastered it. You use it but you have yet to subjugate it to your will. Only with the true power of the Dark Side can you command life and death in a true meaning." His words finally came to an end, yet his mind had brought forth a single question.

"How did you get here, girl?"

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[Xobos Yakieer]

Planet: Roon
Time of day: Morning after visions
Mental state: Calming down
Tag: [member="Adron Malvern"]

“Being sane might not be the mark of being unique, but being insane is not an automatic qualifier for being special.” Her eyes gazed uselessly at Adron as he slowly began to circle her. He had obviously noticed her still in a ready, alert stance, ready to dive for her spear, and his dare seemed to indicate that..though he actually pulled it back. It was almost if he didn’t want to have to hurt her. These thoughts slowly began to take over her mind, and for the first time in a while, Lagos spoke, as the spirits in her mind were in agreement. “Maybe..maybe we should hear this man out. He could have killed us, yet he hasn’t.”

Even as he continued to speak, rolling the names of the voices inhabiting her mind over his tongue like he was contemplating their existence, Xobos couldn’t help but slowly began to relax her body. When the man finally asked for her name, the tension in her arms slowly released fully. Why would someone ask for another’s name just to kill them without prejudges? Slowly crossing her arms across her chest, eyes following the man’s movements, the Miraluka began to speak in a tone that conveyed her slowly relaxing state. “My name is Xobos, formally of the Yakieer family.”

The elders of the village had spoken of the force before. But it was little more than a tool that allowed them to see normally even through their blind eyes from birth. There was no further use for this force, though as he began to circle her, showing off what this force could really do, Xobos couldn’t help but wonder if the village had known about things like this. Had the elders held them back on purpose? Or had they themselves not known about this power? Even as these questions were beginning to flood her mind, one very important one had stuck out above the rest.

Had Ambrus, Ora, and even Lagos known about this as well? She knew that they, the voices, could “hear” this thought, though it surprised her to find that Ambrus was the one to respond. “Even if you have this connection to this deeper force, it certainly isn’t anything special. This man is only here to trick you.” Most of the time, Ambrus was the one that Xobos was able to trust in these types of situations. Yet for now..something felt wrong about his words.

Even the words that the man spoke, how this power was at her fingertips, that while she didn’t have mastery over this dark side, she was already completing impressive feats with it. Her eyes looked over the spear for a moment, head tilting to the side in thought. How..how had she been able to forge all these weapons? Was this the connection to the force that the man was talking about? These thoughts caused Ora’s voice to roar to the front of her mind at this point now, speaking in a tone different that normal. “Ambrus..Ambrus must be right, master. I believe this man is here to do nothing but trick you..”

Both spirits at this point seemed to be trying to convince her that she shouldn’t be listening to the rugged man, even though before they were in agreement to hear him out. Was all this talk about the force and dark side worrying the voices? Making them change their minds? His question to her quickly snapped her back to reality, though she almost wished it hadn’t. It wasn’t a question she would enjoy answering.

“I’ve been banished here. I….I killed much of my village. It was an accident..I think. But I was told that was I was too insane. Too dangerous to be kept around the village anymore. I was sent and left here for their safety..and my own.” Her arms crossed tighter across her chest, showing her obvious discomfort for the situation that they were discussing. Too many nights of horrifying visions brought these words to life right before her eyes again, and again. Speaking of them was painful enough.

 

[Adron Malvern]

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"Xobos of the Yakieer family." The Sith repeated. It was a practice of his, to test the names he heard and see just which ones had a sour taste. So far none of the ones the young woman had spoken were familiar to him, which was a good thing. In time the man's circling would come to an end and he would stand silently. Her emotions flowed freely, yet so did those of the voices inside her head. Her mind was certainly not a place that the man ever hoped to frequent, yet there were the telltale signs of doubt sprinkled in her thoughts as she spoke. When she spoke of banishment, the man could not help but let otu a single dry chuckle. "Banished?" He questioned her before waving a hand at her. "So...When your village banished you to this hll...You decided to stay?"

"True not many people visit Roon, but there is some traffic on this world. If you were smart you'd find some of the smugglers and pirates who use this world, kill them, and take their ship. You see, that is how a Sith works. That is how the Dark Side works. The strong are the ones who make the decisions, not the weak. You are strong, or at least you could be if you cast away your chains." He explained, considering the woman carefully.

"In fact, with the proper training I think you'd make a frightful warrior." The Sith Lord pressed a hand to his chin in silent consideration before crossing his arms over his chest. "These voices...What do they say about me? This whole ordeal? Do they want you to stay or leave? Do they obey you?" He wondered. She could be just another schizophrenic woman, trapped in the bowels of Roon. However, with a connection to the Force like the one she has, it seemed unlikely for her to be so...standard.

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Planet: Roon
Time of day: Morning after visions
Mental state: Calming down
Tag: [member="Adron Malvern"]

Her eyes scanned over the man as he continued to speak in his low, monolithic tone at her. His little chuckle at her banishment couldn’t help but irk her lightly, her hands curling into fists as he asked his, in her opinion, sarcastic question with a nonchalant hand wave. Banishment wasn’t a sarcastic or laughing topic, yet he seemed to not take it too seriously. There was always the chance that the man didn’t come from a society or clan that banishment wasn’t a punishment they used, but the question still seemed to irk her a bit.

With a low tone of her own, hands still clinched into fists, Xobos slowly responded to the man’s question. “For your question on why I didn’t leave, that would just defeat the purpose of the punishment of banishment. It is true that I could leave at pretty much any time I wanted. The clearing we stand in now, in fact, has a ship that will land in it within a week. And I was taught basic flight in my village. All the children were.” After pause, as if she was trying to while away the doubt and guilt in her mind, before she continued in the same low tone. “But if I left, left this planet to go back home, or even to start a new life, any honor that I have left would be whipped away. The least I can do is take my punishment for what I did. That would be the best way to honor the memories of those that I…killed.”

Her eyes darted away for a moment, studying the spear, still buried into the ground, still dark and whispy. The ability to make those weapons always just happened when she needed it, and she never had to question why such a thing was happening. Yet with the words the man spoke, more and more she began to think he might be right. Could the force really be used to do more than see? Is that how he had been able to destroy the cliff face she had been standing on?

When he began to muse about Xobos, possibly becoming a frightful warrior, her eyes slowly moved back over to him, studying her. And why was he so interested about the voices? It wasn’t as though others before hadn’t been as interested as him. But most had just hand waved it away, calling her crazy or schizophrenic.

The questions about the voices made her realize they had been silent for a few moments now. They were still there as she could feel their presence at the front of her mind, but they were silent on whatever the man was asking. “The voices..are silent for now. They are still here, but they do not speak. They wanted me to fight, then not listen, then they said you were trying to trick me. I cannot control when they speak, nor can I..”

Her words trailed off as she looked the spear. Slowly her arms uncrossed and she pointed to it, eyes still locked to the man. “I wasn’t able to create that without their help…but what is it? Is it connected to this..dark side you speak of? I’ve only known the force as a tool of sight, nothing more.”

 

[Adron Malvern]

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Malphas gave a brief clap of his hands as the woman spoke. "How honorable. To repay the lives you took by wasting yours here on this desolate rock. Take advice from a man who has been banished from his world as well, there is no honor in complacency, it's just what you tell yourself to sleep better at night." His tone was one that could come off as demeaning, however it was actually one born from wisdom. There was no reason this woman should waste away her life based on the opinions of some wayward flock.

When she said the voices were silent, he nodded softly. "Good, time for the grown ups to speak." He explained to the woman. As he followed her eyes to the spear, the Sith Lord chuckled softly at what he had seen. "Now I see..." These voices...somehow effect her hold on the Force. Do they improve it or restrict it? He mused.

"Your people use The Force for sight almost instinctually." He explained, recognizing the traits of a Mirilukan early on. "That is nothing. Not even a skill to be considered. No, the Dark Side has no limitations, only it's wielders. Even now you have so many limitations on your own abilities that you cannot see." He held his hands up, aiming his palm towards the spear that sat some ways away. It flew to the Sith Lord's hand on command, slapping into his palm with a soft impact. He examined the blade, smiling at what he saw. "Still...This is impressive. With proper training you could become a Master of the Dark Side. A Master of the true Force." He explained, before looking to the woman. He slammed the tip of the spear into the ground, eyeing the Miralukan closely. "But you'd rather stay in solitude."

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Planet: Roon
Time of day: Morning after visions
Mental state: No voices for now
Tag: [member="Adron Malvern"]

Xobos couldn’t help the growl that semi-rolled up her throat as the man spoke about her banishment, though by the end, even after his condescending tone, she could tell that deep down, this might be his way of trying to help her. Deciding to play along a bit, the Miraluka couldn’t help the slight smile that crossed her face as she responded to the man, in her own mocking tone that was obviously trying to poke fun at him a bit. “It’s not like I sleep well at night, most of the time anyway. The visions and reminders of what happened certainly make sure of that.” By the end, her tone was much more somber, even though she tried to keep the slight smile on her face.

Going back to crossing her arms, she watched as the man’s eyes roamed over her, as if he was thinking about something. Perhaps the voices being quiet had him thinking? It was certainly out of character for the pair to be silent, especially when she was talking to someone else. They almost seemed apprehensive..sacred of this man. Why was that?

Watching him bring the spear directly to his hands with such ease definitely had an effect and gave a hint why they may be sacred of him. How he described the dark side, being much more than a tool to see as the elders had told her, was certainly an intriguing thought. Even as he complimented the spear, saying that she could somehow master this force, she almost didn’t believe it.

For too long, all she had known this force was for was to see. That’s it. There was nothing special about it, and she was nothing more than a crazy girl who killed most of her village in an accident. The ability to make the weapons as special, but she was told to suppress it, not show it. It certainly wasn’t treated as special like the man in front of her was making it seem.

After a few moments of silence after he finished, Xobos began to walk forward towards the man, hands now at her sides. When they were only a few feet apart, she stopped, her eyes slowly looking up to meet his, while her mouth twisted into a small smile. “And what if I did want to learn…and wanted to honor those I’ve killed in a better way?”

 

[Adron Malvern]

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Seeds of thought, planted so delicately so they would flourish into their own growth. As the woman approached him, Malphas arched a brow at her question. Ah, so there was some desire within her? Which meant she could prove to be of use. "It's not easy. Many have tried to learn the ways of the Sith and become consumed by their quest, only to be left in dust."

The man considered her for a moment before chuckling softly to himself. With the Force he was able to reach out to her, plant and instill these seeds. He gave her desire, he gave her a want, and most importantly he gave her faint glimmers of unrivaled power that could be hers to take. "I never much cared for honor. Too complicated. However, all those with power have purpose. If you wanted, I could give you a purpose that I believe you will find honor in."

He wrapped his hand around the tip of the Mirilukan's spear, pulling it from the dirt. He eyed it again, before holding it out to the woman. "If you accept. I can put you on the path to power. Remember, the Dark Side is a powerful tool, but it must be respected. If you underestimate it, then you'll wish you had stayed on this rock."

"If you agree you will serve my cause. The Confederacy. A powerful nation that believes in power, freedom, and unity." His fingers unwrapped around the spear, presenting it to Xobos.

"So. Do you want my power? Or would you rather stay on this rock and waste away with nothing to remember you but the voices inside of your head?"

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Planet: Roon
Time of day: Morning after visions
Mental state: No voices for now
Tag: [member="Adron Malvern"]

Those useless eyes of hers watched as the spear was pulled from the ground, eyed by the man, as if he was regarding it as a thing of interest, then presented back to her. All the words that he spoke, about how the dark side was to be respected, that it could destroy her if she wasn’t careful, meant little to her in retrospect. Even his warnings were respected, but not necessarily important for the Miraluka.

In fact, the most important part of what the man spoke during that time was the honor that she could find through the dark side. How there was a way that she could control this raging storm within her and make it useful, honor her people by becoming this sith. If that’s what it took to bring peace to her mind, then there was no reason in her mind that she shouldn’t accept.

Well, no reason would be discounting the words that were spoken by both Ambrus and Ora. Such discouragements spoken such as, “Don’t go, you will dishonor your people by breaking your banishment little master..,” and “This isn’t worth the risk. You can create a better life here for yourself then trusting this man..”

It was as if they feared the man, feared the power that he could unlock within her. For a moment, her eyes shifted from the spear up to the man, before a dirtied hand reached out, grabbing the spear’s shaft at it’s midpoint. And for a moment, she remained silent, eyes now glued to the whispy spear in her hand.

Once that moment passed, however, those cloudy eyes looked up to the man, and her tone had the seriousness behind it that proved she meant the words that were spoken. “The voices in my head fear you. They fear what will happen if I go with you. And, frankly…I can’t think of a better reason to go with you than that.”

With that, her head bowed, eyes closing as she spoke again in the same deathly serious tone. “If you will teach me how to make those in my way tremble in fear at my name, then I pledge myself to give you my entire being, and allow the power within myself to be molded into a weapon of destruction.”

 

[Adron Malvern]

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The Dark Lord smiled at the woman's response. It was a far more genuine smile than what she had seen before. It did not mock her or tell the tale of some foolishness. If anything it was more akin to pride or respect, acceptance even.

As she spoke, the man nodded solemnly. "Very well. Then I will pass my teachings on to you. Deliver you on the path to power." He explained to the woman. He held a hand out to her, his eyes focused on her intently. "Now, give me your arm Xobos." There was hesitation, there was uncertainty but in the end she would pass her arm to the man and he would take it into a firm grip. "Repeat these words. Peace is a Lie, there is only passion." He would wait for Xobos to repeat the phrase before he spoke softly. "My name is Adron Malvern, Exarch of the Confederacy, I am Darth Malphas." He explained to her.

As Malphas' hand wrapped around the woman's forearm he would focus on the Dark Side of the Force. The dark powers that flowed through Malphas spilled into the air surrounding them. His eyes, a vibrant shade of amethyst, fell on Xobos with a certain expression. "There will be pain. do not ignore it, embrace it, use it." He told her.

Adron's grip tightened and perhaps for the first time in Xobos' life she would feel the full weight of the Dark Side, It's presence was chilling, extending itself from Adron as if water running from his hand. Her arm would grow cold and then the rest of his body would slowly follow. As Adron's amethyst eyes bore into the woman he would speak, barely above a whisper his words were of a language that she would likely not understand. "Amir kur' tali una hejdi ma, kalis kruel merik anas toa." His words would practically echo as they were heard twice, once from Adron's lips and again, deep in the back of Xobos' mind.

The chilling frost that spread over her arm would quickly turn. Where Adron's hand clasped Xobos' arm a small light would flicker, like a spark in the night it would explode. From beneath Adron's hand an amethyst flame would burn into her arm. The woman may have attempted to pull from the Exarch but his grip was inescapable.

The flames would lash out and in the next moment, it would be as if they had never been there. Adron's hand would pull back from her arm. Xobos' arm held a brand, where her skin had swollen and raised red with a heat as if it had just been parted from molten rock. The symbol was a simple rune, that seemed almost harmless in it's appearance, however Xobos would be able to decipher it's true power. It radiated from her arm, like a warm light she would feel the Dark Side, the force in it's entirety.

In the next moment the brand would settle against her arm. Swollen skin would calm to it's normal state and where the skin had formed a rune, now it was pitch black. A tattoo like mark had replaced this brand, yet the power was still there for her to marvel at.

"It is done. You are now my apprentice." He told her, with an accepting tone. "Now. Let's begin your new life."

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Planet: Roon
Time of day: Morning after visions
Mental state: No voices for now
Tag: [member="Adron Malvern"]

It was interesting, that smile of his. It might have been the first time during this entire conversation that he actually smiled at her in an accepting and non-mocking way. It filled it her with a small light of hope in her chest that this was actually the right thing to be doing, that her path was right to go this way.

These thoughts were dashed away when the man asked for her arm, putting his hand out expectantly. Xobos couldn’t help but bite her lip lightly, hesitating for a moment, before slowly reaching out and allowing her arm to be gripped. When she heard the words that were meant to be repeated, the Miraluka furrowed her brow. It almost sounded like a creed or a poem of some kind. What was more interesting to her, however, was the voice of Lagos speaking up, in almost a questioning tone.

“Where….where have I heard that saying before…” This caused Xobos to pause momentarily, pondering over the statement that had been made in her head. The voices..recognized the phrase? How? She had never heard it before, how would they recognize something she had never heard?
Feeling Adron’s gaze settle on her, obviously waiting for her to continue, she quickly nodded, and spoke the phase back to him in a soft tone. “Peace is a lie. There is only passion.” When it was spoken, she felt her forearm gripped tighter, causing her to look up at the man with a nervous expression, only to be taken aback how his eyes had seemingly changed. The warning of pain didn’t help her nerves either.

Suddenly, there was a feeling of distinct, complete, cold washing over the entirety of her body. Her arm was the originating point of the freezing temperature, but the cold slowly began to snake it’s way through the rest of her body, like it was taking her bloodstream to spread out throughout the every limb, every crevasse of her being. As the cold spread, so did the pain, as if the freezing temperatures were literally freezing her from the inside out. It felt hard to breath, and for a moment, she felt like her entire body was beginning to shut down from the cold pressure.

Then, a heat began to radiate from her arm, which suddenly grew fiercer and fiercer, causing her to quickly look up at where Adron gripped her arm. Flames flickered out from the holes in his grip, blue, powerful flames licking out for a moment. She didn’t know how much longer she could stand the pressure, pain, and cold, collapsing to her knees as she felt her strength beginning to leave her.

Slowly, it all began to subside and stop. She could no longer feel Adron’s grip on her forearm, and, fearing that she had failed whatever this was supposed to be, hurriedly looked up at him. His eyes did not gaze at her, but her arm, where her eyes followed to see a black mark now engraved and tattooed deeply to her skin. A dull pain still resided from around the mark, as did the feeling of constant chill running through her body, but it certainly wasn’t anything she couldn’t stand.

Her hand reached down the dirt ground, steadying herself on it for a moment before using the non-marked arm to push herself to a standing position. Useless eyes glanced down at the mark once more, before regarding Adron after he gave his final statement. Both voices began to come to the forefront of her mind, clearly unhappy with what had occurred this day. “You will regret this, master. You will regret this,” Ambrus rumbled, “You should have never let him do that. It doesn’t feel right..” Ora whined as well.

It didn’t matter. Their voices and opinions, at least for today, didn’t matter. This was her decision, and her reason to take on this new adventure. She wanted to understand what the power was within her, how to control it, and to find something to fight for. This man offered that, and there was nothing that Ambrus could conjure in her dreams, nothing that Ora could say, that could convince her to not take on this challenge. With a smirking glare, she looked up to the man, speaking in a confident, if not a bit shaken, tone.

“So, time to start with a new journey, huh master?”

 

[Adron Malvern]

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When Xobos collapsed to the rocky surface beneath them Malphas said nothing. Instead the Sith merely produced a small datapad, tapping a command into it before tucking it back away under his cloak. He looked to the woman as she rose to her feet with a certain gaze. "That mark is earned, not given. You will earn it, do you understand. It will help you focus the Dark Side and bend it to your will." Still, the Sith Lord let out a brief exhale as she finally seemed to recover from the bit of exertion. "Meditate and you can cause the mark to disappear. It's effects will not leave but it can be hidden from the common eye." He told her, his gaze rising towards the skies.

When the woman said it was time to start a new journey, the man offered her another warming smile. "You don't know the half of it. You have many journeys ahead of you. First, we have a small stop to make and you have someone to meet." He said something following that, yet his words were drowned out as the clouds above gave our a number of loud booms. However, these were not like the thunderclaps that had come before, no these were something more. The clouds were parted by an invisible force, as if god himself had commanded them to open. In the next moment, as if forced into reality, a massive warship would reveal itself as it's cloaking field fell from around it. "Xobos." He said softly, before looking to the woman with an interested expression. "Welcome to The Confederacy."

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