Private Picking the bones of Korriban

[The Amalgam]

Wearing: Naath Cowling (Custom, White Colored)

Armed with: Dragon's Breath (Purple Split-Saber, Barab Ingot)

Objective: Recover Cult Treasures

They had finally left.

The Ashlan Crusade had finally packed their bags, unable to sustain their presence on the dead, deserted world.

It never ceased to amuse Darth Phyre since finally emerging from the depths of what everyone thought had been The Amalgam. How her beautiful Julia had screamed so loudly at the revelation. Uri didn't know yet. The Brain Demon had plans for her. So did Phyre. The Amalgam didn't know how right she had been about Uri's importance.

Phyre had waited until the last Ashlan had packed their bags. The Unholy Spirit herself had commanded Phyre to go here.

Even now, even after all the terrible devastation, the planet still had treasures.

The Amalgam's vessel, an X-70B Phantom Class Yacht had set down in one of the least devastated areas. A place full of old enchantments the original Darth Phyre had laid down centuries prior. It's stealth drive was as effective as ever.

Julia still refused to speak to her, even as Phyre offered her aid. Phyre in the old days would have been indignant. But interacting with Julia taught her patience.

Someday, she really would go too far, and all that would be left was Phyre and the Dark.

Phyre strode out of the ship, dressed in a white, gown like Naath Cowling. She scowled.

She sensed someone. Someone who shouldn't be here. No one should be here. These were the entrances to the tombs Darth Phyre had built long ago. She sensed life...

She would investigate this umbrage. For who besides a Sith would be foolish enough to be here?

The creature in The Amalgam's body, bearing the Atrisian features and flame hair of Syd Celsius, began the long trek to the offending life source, her terrible, rotting aura escaping her...


Firrerreo

 

[Firrerreo]

"Yes yes, I know. The new body isn't the same. It's not my fault you got cut up by that Twi'lek. You should pay attention mo- Don't you scratch me!" Firrerreo huffed in annoyance as he glared at the cat on his shoulder. He slowly rubbed at the new scratch on his cheek, though that was already starting to mend itself. The crusaders took their time leaving, but they did sure enough. Was anything left? Anything of use? Likely. The Sith were always good at hiding away their precious.

No, wait.

The young Knight paused where he was walking, lifting his gaze to scan around the area. Where was.. Ah. Another had come? No, another had made themselves known. One powerful, at that. He took a breath as he turned to face this rotting aura, hands clasped behind his back. Whomever it was, there was no use hiding now. He'd been found.

"I do hope you're not here to kill me! I very much like being alive."

The Amalgam

 

[The Amalgam]

Darth Phyre walked the lands made sacred by her cult. She sensed the offending presence, her flesh shuddering as her body metabolized The Dark Side.

She sensed him and one other life form that felt strange. He was walking like this wasn't the most dangerous place to be right now.

Oh yes...total rookie... she thought. The Amalgam would have made some sort of joke by this point. Phyre wasn't that sort.

The thirst to devour a soul was great in Phyre, but something about him made her hesitate...he had The Force.

Curious, Phyre ceased hiding her presence as he addressed her at the edge of a canyon entrance.

"Hmmm..." Phyre remarked, moldy yellow eyes looking him and his cat over.

"If I wanted to kill you..." she said, smiling a cruelty filled smile. "I wouldn't have even let you finish your sentence."

"I'll give you points for audacity..." she remarked, hooded white gown that partly exposed her legs rustled by the wind slightly. "A Sith Master such as myself knows to expect danger here. But you...what makes you believe you are worthy to even set foot on these sacred sands? Why have you come to Sacred Korriban? It's call is strong, even now...but it is the call of the dead..." she said to Firrerreo .

 

[Firrerreo]

Ah, a Sith Lord. The power made sense as he watched The Amalgam close in on him. He kept an oddly friendly smile as he watched her. She very well could of killed him. Still could. He had no traps. No tricks prepared. After the assault of the Crusaders, he assumed the world would be empty enough for him to get by unimpeded by beings this powerful.

Such a foolish thought.

"The dead hold many secrets. So many have already been scoured and claimed, but even now there are still secrets to be had. What kind of Sith would I be if I didn't take such knowledge for myself?" He kept his answer to the point as he looked over his shoulder towards the various, excavated tombs. "Power belongs to those willing and capable to seize it."

 

[The Amalgam]

"Excellent point..." Darth Phyre replied, slinking over to him, flesh shuddering all over her body as she metabolized more of the Dark Side.

"Squeaky wheel gets the oil in the end. Only the bold may walk Korriban after it so freshly rendered judgement upon the unbelievers..."

Phyre began to examine Firrerreo more closely.

"It is indeed a Sithly thing to do, risking death for power. And so honest at that...perhaps some wisdom can yet be imparted..."

Darth Phyre smiled again, fixing moldy yellow eyes on him.

"I am Darth Phyre. Matriarch of the Cult of The Brain Demon. These tombs belong to my order. If you would seek secrets to become powerful here, then you shall do it with me present. Otherwise...there is simply no way I could possibly overlook your trespassing..." Phyre trailed with a sadistic smirk, making very clear just in that instant what the price of his refusal would be.

"I shall test you...prove worthy, and perhaps I shall impart a secret. What say you?"

 

[Firrerreo]

A test? There was certainly no way around that. A heavy sigh escaped the Knight as he looked to The Amalgam with a faint smile. There was no room for refusal. He took a deep bow at the waist, purposefully lowering his head. She was stronger, and he had no death wish. "You may call me Firrerreo." And yet, even with the show of respect he would never give her his name. Or any other, for that matter. She who freely gave out her name didn't seem to realize just how much power was put in his hands.

Not that he'd even think of trying to flaunt it.

"When I pass your test, which tomb do you think has the most valuable secrets? I'd prefer to start there." He lifted his gaze, still holding the faint, kind smile. His whole posture straightened out as the cat on his shoulders took a step off. Into the air to float just beside him. He was ready.

 

[The Amalgam]

Darth Phyre smiled again. It was not a pleasant smile.

She pointed to a small cave entrance set into a rock face.

"Within that cave lays an ancient shrine to the Darkness. Ritual sacrifice was carried out of the innocent there over hundreds of years. It's not enough to claim to be able to inflict maximum suffering. One must enjoy the very Presence of suffering in the air. You wish to prove to me why I should not eat your soul? Go in there. Take all the intense residue of suffering into yourself. Feast on it. Grow stronger in it, and The Bogan will open itself to you more when you demonstrate how far you are willing to go. Follow me..."

Darth Phyre led Firrerreo into the cave and it's oppressive atmosphere in the Force became immediately apparent, her flesh shuddering everywhere hidiously as she metabolized the intense presence of The Dark Side. The cave floors was stained with ancient blood, and the walls in runes of more of the same. The bones of adults and children were arranged in architectural patterns, splitting into several tunnels in which they lined.

Phyre waved her hand.

"Follow the route to the shrine by focusing on which contains the strongest level of hate and Malice. I will be watching. Any weakness you show here will result in death, either at the shrine's hand, or mine." she warned, using the Force to vanish from visible sight...


OOC: Sorry the reply took so long. It was my schedule...