Pride and Wrath, Together At Last

[Nyx]

She'd been stalking him for weeks.​

Nyx had searched the galaxy high and low for the infamous [member="Lord Mythos"], burning through most of her credits getting her contacts to cough up any info on the Sith Lord.​

She had been contacted by an anonymous party for a simple mission: Kill Mythos. The amount she was being paid was ludicrous, but it made sense given the target.
The Street Rat had fought Sith before, but this made her hesitate. Was she really going to her life for credits?​

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On Coruscant, Nyx stared at the warehouse entrance. Beside her, seven of her Street Rats aimed blaster rifles, while she had her hands on her revolvers. She'd managed to pay a spy to contact the Sith, and get him to the warehouse. She didn't know how, and she didn't really care. The only thing that mattered was that Mythos died by her hand.​

Her gang members knew what they were getting themselves into, but they trusted her, even if it meant taking on a Sith Lord.​

She didn't know how long she would wait, but one thing was clear: the instant that door opened, whomever opened it was going to get blasted.
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[Mythos]

Coruscant was not were Mythos envisioned himself this afternoon, or at all this week if he were to be particularly honest, yet something in the sith assassins needed looking in to, the underbelly of Coruscant had been too long without a proper scout and Mythos had been too long without donning his Sith Assassin armor. The force had been nagging at him for weeks, something in the back of his mind brewed slowly as an imminent danger and that only became more and more prevalent when during his scout he was approached by a beautiful Twi'Lek spy. He knew her occupation because she was on the payroll of the assassins and more than once had Mythos requested her... services. "Arathea... you are far from home"

Mythos leaned back on the chair as a flying bottle of correlian wine flew past his face narrowly missing his temple and crushing the eye of the patron next to him. "Never to far from you, My Lord" She said, curving her lips around the glass of frozen stardrop, she knew it was his favorite, she knew how to work him like a board game, she was good at it. The use of his title caused him to raise an eyebrow of worry, he did not want the underbelly of Coruscant to get too much wind of who he, here stealth and discretion was key. "Hey, down here i'm just Animus. Have a drink?" He said after taking a long draw on his wooden pipe and smacking it on the table clearing it's ash bin.

"Actually i am here because i have some good news for you" She said leaning in close to his ear and placing her drink in front of him."I know where those rebels you were hunting are right now"

His eyes popped open and his hand gently made it's way around her delicate neck. "Then you will tell me, and i'll make sure you find something quite nice in your holoaccount this life day, sound fair?"

His eyes met hers as she mulled it over, he resorted to bribery to fit his low key signature these days and attract much less attention than rampart force powers and mentalist manipulation. "Hangar eighteen, down by the Yodalleyway, don't be a stranger when you come around" She said while she turned and left, the roar o the bar fight made it hard to make her out yet Mythos was able to make out what she said without trouble and nodding in appreciation he sped off to the old warehouse that was once hangar in the republic days.

The night traveled behind him as dawn gave way to his destination, every single step he took he did so with n unpleasant warning in the force of an impending and coming danger. The Valthris crystal in his pocket desperately cried out in waves warning him of what was to come, Mythos steadied himself and ignited his lightsaber under his cloak...

He saw it all, every blaster shot, every movement and every angle of every rifle in that room, even before opening the door with a force push battle precognition amplified by the Valthris crystal gave him a sight into the future, milliseconds ahead to properly angle his lightsaber and send the blaster bolts back to their point of origination with Soresu.
"Good evening rebel scum!" His hand lifted to rip the steel behind the blast doors shutting out their escape, the loud crash of hundreds of pounds of durasteel echoed inside the hangar as the avalanche of steel came down upon the unsuspecting bounty hunters. "By the order of his imperial majesty the Emperor of the One Sith, you are here by under arrest" His second lightsaber ignited from his right hand, a white shoto diminutive in comparison to the black bade of his other saber. "Make it easy on yourselves and lay down your weapons.

@Nyx

 

[Nyx]

When she sensed the Sith approaching, it was all Nyx could do to throw herself to the ground.
As he charged in and her boys opened fire, Nyx cursed to herself.
That Twi'lek schutta! She should've known not to trust anyone on this dump. If she made it out of this, a certain Twi'lek was going to find an angry Street Rat on her hands.​

Nyx was brought out of her anger by the karking blast doors hurling themselves at her boys. Without looking to see if any survived, she leapt to her feet, her hands withdrawing her two revolvers.​

As he made some dramatic proclamation (this guy really liked the sound of his own voice), Nyx held up her revolvers, thumbs pulling back the hammers with an audible click as she held her fingers over the triggers.​

Her blue eyes stared directly at [member="Lord Mythos"] as she smirked.​

"How about you shut up and we fight?"​

With that, she pulled the triggers of both revolvers, filling the air with twelve energy coated projectiles, emptying her weapons.
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[Mythos]

They never take the easy way, it was something Mythos was slowly becoming accustomed to, yet his guard was not prepared for what came crashing into his blades, he expected blaster bolts the size of E-11's yet what came out of the revolvers was more akin to slugs, each one with enough kinetic impact to rip his shoulder off it's socket. Deflecting was not an option here, instead, after a failed attempt at deflection sent his shoto flying from his hand he used that same hand to rip the durasteel from under his feet and use it as a shield against the barrage of fire. The thick durasteel did it's job, but after the sixth round or so it gave way and the slugs went through the durasteel, the only reason they missed Mythos was because he could see where they would pop up and was able to angle his body correctly before they did.

After the last of the rhythmic assault was unleashed Mythos let no seconds pass by unused and sent the broken jagged piece of metal he had been using as a shield blasting out of his hands with the force directly to the bounty hunters' face. While his hand was extended and he focused on the piece of metal hitting his enemy his left hand reached for the Axe upon his back as he marched forward to her, his expression of pure focused and refined skill only hid the storm of fury and power within his veins. The soldiers behind the lady scrambled to their feet, those crushed beneath the durasteel avalanche were not so lucky.

[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

Nyx was rather satisfied with the damage her revolvers did to her quarry. The beauties had cost several years pay, and it was good to know they were a good investment.​

She managed to eliminate his shorter saber, but the Forcie sent part of the karking wall at her. Huh. That was new.​

With practiced athletic ability, Nyx utilized the Force to enhance her backflip, the jagged chunk of durasteel shaving a few of her strands of hair as she hurtled through the air. One advantage to her torture at Darth Mordred's hands was her now competent Force abilities.​

As she landed, her empty revolvers abandoned, Nyx reached inside her coat, withdrawing a silvery cylinder.​

She thumbed the switch on the side, and her lightsaber's violet blade came to life with a snap hiss.​

She twirled it in her hands, glaring at [member="Lord Mythos"].​

"You know, it's been awhile since I've pulled this out."​

She settled into a Juyo stance, her signature smirk on her face.​

"It'll feel good to cleave ya in two with it."​

 

[Mythos]

Mythos paced... every step he took further analyzed his enemy, her stance, the way the force moved around her, the way she held her newly drawn out lightsaber, it's purple edge a jewel to see in the dimly lit Coruscant buildings. He recognized that stance anywhere in the galaxy, if he was blind he could have still recognized it, it was Juyo, the way of the Vornskr, the style Mythos knew best.

He tilted his head as a smirk crawled into his lips. "Form Seven? interesting" He held the axe of Adas far to the right over his shoulder and winded his stance as his breathing normalized. The rudis of the dark lord gently left it's hilt and made it's way to his left hand with the use of telekinesis. "You stand no chance... in order to use that form correctly one must first learn all previous techniques that came before it..." He said, his tone of voice deep and commanding yet firm and calm. "Even after years of training i am still beginning to grasp it's true nature.... but i could tech you..."

His smile let her know he did not think she would accept that willingly and the axe over his head was a statement of brutality itself. He let the force ripple through him, waves of dark side energy blasting out of his body like solar flares of dark matter while he held his stance firm, intimidation was a great tool, yet he was seeking to showcase his power to her in bid to make her surrender willingly.

[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

Figures he would be a Juyo expert.​

She only knew the rudimentary basics, and he would figure that out pretty soon. She had to admit, he was certainly impressive.​

But if she let a display of power deter her, then she would never get anything done.​

Nyx closed her eyes, allowing the Darkness inside of her to flow through her body, turning her eyes a sickly yellow.​

Mordred's words floated through her mind.​

"You have more hate within you than anyone I've ever met, girl. If you use it, you may be able to beat even me."​

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The memory of her Master ignited something within her, something that brought out a side of her she hadn't experienced in a long time. She felt the rage inside of her explode outwards, enhancing her body.​

With a scream of utter hatred, she sprang forward, aiming to bring her violet lightsaber down on his head, all strategy leaving her as the rage took her.​

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[member="Lord Mythos"]​

 

[Mythos]

He let her come, her pure rage and power was unstoppable even for a sith lord yet it was predictable, he needed to use her momentum to offset her offense so he did, he switched stances on the spot to Jar'Kai, the dual wielding stance of his planet. The over hand chop of her lightsaber came in with all the fury and wrath expected from a force enraged warrior and was met with the unyielding alchemized metal of the Axe of Adas. He pivoted on his heel and twisted the axe to the side while moving in with a thrust on his left hand aimed for her neck yet he would halt the blade inches before it touched her flesh.

Not missing a beat he crossed the two weapons within each other in an "X" to execute faint guillotine followed by a hard roundhouse kick aimed at her chest. She was fast and strong while under the force rage, so much so that she could keep up with Mythos' movements even at his mi burst power, Mythos was impressed by the skill of a low eve street rat... yet something about her seemed very familiar for some reason to him, a reason he could not pinpoint due to the focus of the fight. "You fight well!" He said between strikes. "But you are unbalanced, raw and unrefined, if you fought as fierce as you looked i would be dead already!"

He goaded her using a technique called Dun moch, using words to distract or prod the enemy into not fighting at their best.

[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

His weapons crossed her lightsaber in a shower of sparks, and his kick forced the breath out of her, sending her back. She landed on her back, only to leap to her feet a moment longer.​

In her rage addled state, his flirtation didn't register, or she would have a witty flirtatious response as well. As it was, she was only capable of screaming her hatred of the man in front of her as she charged once more.​

This time, she used the Force to build up the power of her charge, throwing herself at [member="Lord Mythos"] with everything she had.​

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Inside, a battle waged. The chaste, moral side of Nyx engaged the darker, more primal side. The darker Nyx may have control of her body at the moment, but Nyx's mind yearned for control, and it showed. Her actions slower, flashes of blue in her eyes, random jerky motions.​

Her current strength would not last much longer.​

 

[Mythos]

The girl came back after the kick landed yet Mythos noticed the lack of movements and slower less powerful surges in the force. He however was much more relaxed and calm thanks to the Valthris crystal and when she came charging again she would find herself enmeshed by the telekinetic net of the force that he wove her in, then he focused it on her limbs and her arms. His palm extended to her as the force strengthened and crushed the very air around her and squeezing her body from the neck down. "Rage, if not controlled, is blindness...we sith know this more than anyone in the galaxy"

He spoke calmly, not letting her go from the vicegrip of the force. The axe of Adas heightened his power to new levels, his strength and command over the force was overwhelmingly strong. Now Mythos was going to place her in front of the gates of death then give her a choice; die or submit. When his open palm clamped down into a fist the pain would be indescribable, the force would crush muscle and tissue from the inside without harming any vital organ but instead ripped through her body smashing it down in the durasteel floor with the weight of ten boulders, a human body could only take so much punishment without breaking. "You have a choice now, submit to me, my mercy and the will of his majesty... or die"

[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

What. . .was happening to her?​

She felt something close in around her, restrict her movement, take away her breath.​

Then the pain began.​

It was unlike any torture she had ever experienced, even at Mordred's hands. Every cell of her body was being utterly crushed, and all she could do was scream. Unlike her earlier screams of rage, these were filled with naught but utter agony, and her sickly eyes snapped back to their familiar cool blue. She felt the rage leave her, opening her to even more agony.​

She writhed in Mythos's grip as he spoke, demanding her surrender, or her death.​

To her, the choice was obvious. Hopefully, she could forgive herself for this.​

"I. . .submit. . ."​

It was barely a whisper, hissed through her gritted teeth before her vocal cords once again devoted themselves to sounding her pain.​

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[member="Lord Mythos"]​

 

[Mythos]

Mythos let out a sigh of relief and let go of his grip upon the young lady, he hoped he had executed the ability correctly and did not hurt her permanently, she was strong in the force... it would have been a great shame to have to kill her in any case. "Smart girl" He stated, a smirk on his face as he activated his wrist com. "This is Mythos, i am sending you my coordinates, i need immediate medical squads down here stat."

His amber eyes turned back to the figure of his defeated foe and the sudden realization hit him like a speeding podracer: He had no idea what to do with her. Pursing his lips and pulling his hand to hold his chin he pondered on it for a long time while he waited on the medical team to arrive. apprenticeship? He could't, such a compromise had to be made by the student as much as the master, just a few seconds ago this woman has tried to set a trap or him, apprenticeship was impossible at the moment yet it was the ideal scenario.

Imprisonment? Mythos scoffed at the thought, such a waste of a force user and a fighter to have her tossed in a dungeon of the sith to suffer tortures unimaginable until her body or her mind gave out.

Which left only one option on the table if he was to preserve her life yet still keep her under his manipulation and control, for her to serve his purpose whenever he called. Slavery. He sighed at the fact and nodded, it was the best course of action that did not end in her death and compared to other people around the galaxy he knew enslavement to him was heaven compared to being enslaved to a hutt.

The med team arrived presently and the lights of Coruscntii ambulances covered the ground. Mythos uncovered his cloak to reveal his identity and was met with the bowed heads of the troopers and Sith officers in the scene. "Take her to the medical station in my ship, bind her with a force collar and keep this chit away from the holonet and media" he said to the trooper who held the commanding officer position. "Yes My Lord"

Within seconds she would be bound, strapped to medical stretcher to be examined then lead to her quarters to spend the night.... Atrisia was not too far away.

[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

When she awoke, she was in an unfamiliar place; which wasn't too unusual. What was unusual, however, was the clunky collar around her neck.​

She recognized it instantly: a Force collar. Chit.​

Guess she must have failed at killing [member="Lord Mythos"]. That didn't explain the hospital gown or the restraints, though. She could only assume the Sith had some sort of nefarious purpose to keeping her alive, and she didn't plan on sticking around to find out.​

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When she was fourteen, she'd met a traveling magician. He had taught her a trick that helped keep her alive in many rather dangerous situations.​

Focusing, Nyx tried to force herself to vomit. She carefully moved her tongue to the back of her mouth, reaching her uvula. Poking it with her tongue, Nyx forced herself to regurgitate.​

As the object traveled up her throat and out her mouth, she caught it with her teeth: a lockpick.​

Spitting it out, Nyx managed to catch it with her restrained fingers, using her carefully built up flexibility to maneuver the lockpick into position.​

But this was going to take time, so she just had to hope that someone didn't come in.​

 

[Mythos]

"pot course and Engage hyperspace jump to Atrisia"
"Engaging sir"

On board the Millennial, Mythos' personal star destroyer was the crew of the Atrisian king headed back to their designated sector, the Atrisian system and in the command center Mythos casually checked by the camera feed of the medical station of his "Guest". After some time scheduling the next meeting of the Atrisian noble elders he caught the eye of life support showing movement in the medical station. What he saw impressed him and shocked him at the same time. The young lady was tenacious to say the very least, resourceful no doubt but Mythos had to wonder if she even knew she was in ship.

Casually he stood from the commanding center and made his way to the medical bay waving off the officers, allowing them to continue their duties. If her plan worked and she was able to free herself, where would she go? No weapons on stardestroyer with a legion of soldiers? He chuckled to himself as he paced calmly to her quarters stopping by the cafeteria to grab a cup of Caff for himself and second one for the lady.

On the way he was met by Martha... the Captain of the Jar'Kai who stood outside the young lady's chambers... she did not look happy. Martha respected him, admired him yet she was also not afraid to speak her mind and say what she felt without fear. Mythos cringed at the oncoming barrage.

"You go off world, down to the depths of Coruscant's scum infested underbelly and you don't tell your own personal guard absolutey anything about your whereabouts or your mission!"
"Bu-"
"Then the very fist thing you do to contact anyone is send out BP for a medical evac!"
"It wa-"
"Do you have any idea how worried we were!?"
"I'm-"
"You could have been killed or worse!"

His lips parted to speak yet he held his tongue,knowing it would only enrage her further, he accepted the monologue that was well earned and long overdue.
"You are my king, my emperor and my life, but when you do chit like this it threatens everything you have worked so hard to build, your people, your daughter and your men. For forces' sake Mythos you aren't a soldier anymore, you can't be doing field work. It's beneath your station and quite frankly you only do it to satisfy your own ego!."

The king could't find where to put his face... she was right, in every single point... but slowly he looked at his red haired captain and offered the caff cup.

"Caff?"

She threw her arms up defeated and sighed. "Your unbelievable!" And stormed off in the direction of the cafeteria. His eyes scanned about and locked upon two snickering troopers, his amber eyes once recognized threw them back into work quickly.

The automatic door opened and he set the caff cups next to him as he sat down, then his eyes met his guest. "Comfy? brought you caff"

[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

She could hear them talking.​

Chit! She didn't have much time before someone came in, and she wasn't quite ready to escape yet.​

Just a little more-​

"Comfy?"​

Kark.​

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He sat across from her in the room, staring at her. The Street Rat stared back, detesting the man in front of her. Sith bastard.​

She glanced at the caff he brought in, and when he offered, she spat at him. Probably poisoned or something, anyway. ​

"Comfy isn't quite the word I'd use. More like 'cramped', or 'chafed', or 'breezy'."​

She glared at [member="Lord Mythos"], trying to keep her moving fingers as subtle as possible.​

For whatever reason, he was keeping her alive; she had to count on that.​

"So, seeing as how I'm, you know, not dead, I can only assume you need me for something."​

Good, keep him distracted; if she knew his type, he'd go into some evil monologue, giving her more time.​

 

[Mythos]

He shook his head as the spit flew at him and landed on the cup of caff. Always the saliva... as if it would somehow blast him away and free them from their bonds. He looked at the caff with the small line of spit then he looked at her directly in the eyes while he took a large sip from the cup, spit and all while never parting his gaze from her. "It's good Caff, damn good, say even the Wrath drinks it" he shrugged and shot her a smirk as he sat back down next to her.

"That was an impressive trick." he said taking a large syringe from the cabinet and examining it for no other reason other than his curiosity and the fact that he always had to have something in his hands. "The lockpick inside your body i mean. In any other circumstance it might have actually done the trick, but here...." he gestured around placing the syringe next to her right foot and settling back. "In a stardestroyer at hyperspeed, where will you go?"

His tone was calm and casual, he sipped his caff calmly and scanned his guest curiously. "You could possibly enchant me and bat your eyelashes then stick a sharp metal object in my neck but then you have about " He took another sip of his caff casually while pondering the exact number of armed troops in the millennial not counting the medical teams. "Ten thousand troops between you and the hangar, three hundred of them force users trained by yours truly."

He smiled at her, again nudging at the caff he placed next to him. "To be perfectly honest the only reason you are alive is because i have hope you can be of some use, if you would rather change my mind then there is always an air duct i can shoot you out of" He said with a chuckle, he truly did not want to kill her, yet if she became too much of a hassle and he saw no choice she would force his hand, to both their dismay.

"I don't believe i got your name though i do believe i have seen you before"
[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

Oh. They were on a Star Destroyer. ​

This just kept getting better by the minute. Think, think, Nyx!​

As [member="Lord Mythos"] prattled on about how awesome and mighty his security was, Nyx examined the room, looking for any kind of weapon.​

If it came down to it, her own fists were quite formidable.​

Then he asked her name, and said they'd met before.​

Uhm. . .no?​

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"The name's Nyx, and I don't think we've met, no. Pretty sure I'd remember a sexy Sith Lord like yourself."​

Was it her sister he was thinking of? Ever since they'd met on Sri'luur, Nyx had wondered what her Sith sister was doing; apparently, it involved this guy in some form or fashion. ​

But if it wasn't, she didn't want to make an unnecessary connection to her sister. For all she knew, he'd kill her for some reason or another.​

For now, she just had to play along.​

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[member="Lord Mythos"]​

 

[Mythos]

Mythos chuckled. "Why thank you" His finger traced through the edge of her bed as he examined her and let his mind take the route it desired to take. "I am Animus, known in the order as Mythos" He paced around her noticing the small lockpick but keeping the fact he saw it to himself. "I do have some questions, first i'd like to know who hired you and before you answer know that although i despise torture with the passion a thousand burning supernovas, i could just as easily pull the knowledge from your mind with the force" He was bluffing, he wasn't near that good of a mentalist and the only way he could execute something like that was with the help of various sith knights beside him.

His finger traced from the bottom of her heel to her big toe and his eyes examined her with curiosity, surprisingly as the test has said she had suffered no fatal injuries yet she did sport an assortment of bruises that my or may not have come from today's encounter. A shift in gravitational pull told Mythos that the Millennial had made it out of Hyperspace and was now heading to orbit Atrisia and be escorted by the planet's naval embarkations and freighters. "Question number two, have you ever been in a palace?"

[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

Nyx shuddered as he ran his finger down her side, trying to suppress her giggles. Most didn't get to find out she was somewhat ticklish, and she wasn't sure she liked this Sith finding out.​

"I was contacted by an anonymous party. In my business, one doesn't ask questions or ask names; identity is the amount of credits you got."​

He could try to ravage her mind, but he would find nothing pertinent to him.​

His second question surprised her. This guy was just full of surprises, wasn't he?​

"Yes, I have. I've been to the palace on Kesh."​

Solan had invited her for a training session, though they'd done more than that when they arrived. But he didn't need to know that.​

"Look, if you're trying to make me your queen or something, you should know that I don't do dresses or kids."​

A bit of her signature wit should throw him off a bit, and she delighted in sarcasm.​

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[member="Lord Mythos"]
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[Mythos]

"Why does everyone assume i need a queen? Do i look so immature? " he said, matching her sarcasm with his own and shaking his head.In truth he was immature, extremely immature for a Sith Lord. Yet he was twenty four years old, one could't expect much, he still chased around girls and had hormones throwing a fit everywhere he went yet usually he kept a calm head and thought things through. He noticed her first answer was given in an honest and serious tone, he did not doubt it or press the matter further. He did notice the tremble of her body under his fingers and smiled, nerves were responding, that was good, it meant there had been no damage to the nervous system, a commonplace danger in force crush victims.

"And you would look great in a dress, in fact, now that you mention it i will make it my immediate mission to make you presentable in the Atrisian court, the only thing distinguishing you from the nobles will be that force collar you wear and if you prove yourself to me i shall remove it"

With a snap of his fingers her bonds were released and Mythos crossed his arms across his chest. "Henceforth you belong to me, your life is forfeit to me as payment for your attempted assassination, you will dress like a lady of the palace, you will obey the commands of the nobles and you will speak when spoken to."

He snapped to her and grabbed her chin with his hand while he gazed into her blue eyes. "You are my slave, your freedom is gone until you prove yourself worthy of it in my eyes be it through time of service or through bodycount, fail me, disobey me and i will kill you personally"

His hands fell back to his sides as he gestured her to follow to the hangar docks and into the imperial transport. The ride to Atrisia was tedious.

[member="Nyx"]