Realms of Darkness, Visions of Light - Chapter 1

[Mythos]

"Twilight! Everyone come close!" Animus was now taking advantage of the last lights of the day to make sure nothing could go wrong this night that the last night did not. "Groom is in charge of security" He said with a laugh and it was a fact that most of them already had acquainted themselves with as with the Tuk'ata fiercely defending the territory of the Female which just so happened to be our humble digsite. "I still want rifles in every hand and tent and everyone armed and aware, scouts take watch and make little sounds as possible." He smiled feeling the tension rise clamoring for some release. "Tomorrow's' an Interesting day " Whistles and cheers from everyone followed shushes and laughter ensued and Animus just took it all in.

Comradery. Rare thing to have these days. Then deserved to have some fun tonight but Animus was not going to let him as much as he would love to have this place alight with campfire and music and celebrations for what they had found but that.... Was a death sentence smack dab middle of the Valley of the Dark Lords. Everything would be on the site within minutes or worse yet... a Tribe of Primeval...

He headed for a quick dip in the Cortan Blade's shower without anyone noticing and he was not about to let Anyone see his Ship. Cloaking device was on but it always had running water. He was careful not to be in too long or out of sight for long before coming to his Tent where again he platted down upon his bed, realized his lightsabers where upon a shelf and put them under his bed quickly then sat calmly in the wake of his tent, terentatek hide that protected them from using Force Essence to attract predators was just a convenience Mythos did not know about. After using his Force abilities so close to her and letting go of his Force Stealth for many times, he thought Serena was just not sensitive to the force, although he could have sworn he felt her sensing him and the force emanating from her at times last night yet... it could just as easily been his mind, the Dark Lord comment did stir up his suspicion for a second,however him being the "Terminal Adas expert here", he shurgged it off as a Nickname.One He really liked. However... He expected her to come to his Tent again, this night, without him calling but by her own will so he sat on his tent, awaiting that curtain to open for someone who wasn't groom wanting a treat.
[member="Serena Bouie"]

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[Darth Ren Malgus]

[SIZE=12pt]It was growing darker by the moment she stayed long enough at the meeting to know what to expect tonight. The slow walk back to her tent gave her time to look back, to reflect on what had happened in less than two days. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She did not see Animus slip off she was focused on the problem she knew she had to face. What would she have said to him if she had seen him? Was she already too enamored to question his actions? Nerdy little blonde haired blue eyed Jedi Scientist meets long haired yellow eyed Sith. And she could not forget he was a Sith.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]What to do?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She stood in her tent repeating the process of earlier washing up, each time she looked up she looked into the mirror into her own eyes. She way her own iris reacted to the low light she wanted to see into the future Master Ru had taught her to look forward.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Serena reached over and turned the mirror she couldn’t do it right now, look at herself. She felt like a liar. She needed to be honest about what was happening.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]She finished washing up, and put on a simple shift that she kept for just wearing in tents for working, it was comfort light, and of the lightest blue. It gave her comfort.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She had to go see him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She put her head out the door of her tent looking around darkness had claimed the night again she could use shadow vision if she could not see but the stars provided enough light. The stars even tonight the sky above still laid out the carpet of diamonds that sparkled endlessly. Serena loved worlds like this where technology did not block away the beauty that had been created.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She had at one time tried to explain beauty to [member="Connor Harrison"] funny how she remembered that. She remembered standing in ruins somewhere, she was always in some ruin somewhere. Anyhow she explained to him how so much of whom and what they were was connected, and that there was a design to it, a plan. That seemed so long ago now was it nine years.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Serena looked toward [member="Darth Mythos"] tent a moth drawn to flame knowing that she could be burned Serena walked along in her bare feet. The sand a soft walkway of warmth felt relaxing on her tired feet.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]She was oblivious to glancing looks. She could feel her heart at first slow and steady, thump...............thump.....but each step closer to the tent her heart pumped harder thump ....thump....thump...thumo.... not from fear but from anticipation of what was to come.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She stood near the door, “Animus, up for some company?” Yes she came willingly this night. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]While she waited for an answer she turned and looked towards where all of their efforts were now concentrated. She expected by mid-day tomorrow they would be at the base of the obelisk, would it be an obelisk for Adas?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Had the group she arrived with noticed that she was not with them? If they had not it would start to confirm her suspicions.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She looked again at the tent, “I have something I must tell you” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Yes. It was time to tell him.[/SIZE]

 

[Mythos]

As expected, in she waltzed with her blonde hair and blue eyes once again into his Tent. This time she would see something different in ANimus as when she entered he quickly noticed something was wrong... She was not the same as she had come to him in the previous nights. As she spoke he could only answer with. "Of course, yes, what is wrong?" Had she seen something? did something happen?" Groom sensed the Tension and was beside the tent so fast Animus could hear the moment he dropped from the peach. When his face popped in the tent Animus did what he does best and put a good humor inside his soul to appease the Hound that everything was allright. "It's ok Groom, go back to your Lady friend ya big Lug" He barked loudly inside the tent twice and scurried back off shoving some dirt in when he left. Animus laughed at Groom's antics, he was like Mythos is many ways, he was sure that was both blessing and curse.

Turning his attention to the woman who had caught his eyes and heart this day as well as his imagination and had not let go for a second since the moment their eyes met his voice was of concern and compassion when he spoke. "Tell me... Anything" He blinked with curiosity.

[member="Serena Bouie"]​

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

[member="Darth Mythos"]

[SIZE=12pt]The invite that she knew he would give, she pushed passed the opening and stood before him. Was something wrong?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Yes. No.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt] “I saw something today” She wished she had pockets she would have her hands buried deep into them instead she folded her hands in a very Jedi like stance pulled upon the calm that she had trained herself a hundred times to do, and then let go of her presence. "And I must tell you about it or I will not find peace with myself"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]A chill raced over her skin it took the last of her peace with it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Serena knew she had to make her mind quickly about what to say, or do before Animus reacted. But how would he react. "You left something on the table that I saw"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She turned her left hand over palm up and called the glass on the table to her hand, and then offered it to him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“You carry a black light saber.” She held her breath, “mine is silver” All that she had done in the course of the last few moments, revealed herself as a Jedi.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Does this mean we have to fight?” She was serious she knew that Jedi and Sith were sworn enemies, she knew all that she had been taught said stay away from the Sith. But all she wanted was for him to hold her, and whisper in her ear.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She still couldn’t get over that this man sitting in front of her with all the caring in his heart and eyes, telling her to tell him anything, was a sith. How was that possible? Why would the force think that this was destiny, fate…or whatever it was to be called.[/SIZE]

 

[Mythos]

Animus looked at her, as she spoke her words not giving her a single reaction until he was absolutely sure she was finished and had spoken her heart out. He closed his eyes and sighed, it was true, he forgot to hide the sabers and well... No jedi carries a black saber. "I am Animus Malgus." He said with his eyes searching hers apologetically, he should have told her but the knowledge would endanger her but... she was a Jedi? Mythos had never ever met a jedi before this moment, well, not this close. "But in the One Sith i am Known as Darth Mythos.... I am a Sith Knight" His voice did not carry pride but instead a dreaded feeling that his head would be removed and the tent would soon alight in a hellblaze of lightsaber fury... yet it did not happen.

"I should have told you the moment we met but if i had i am sure we would not have gotten this close" He used the force for the first time in front of her deliberately just to close the Tent. "Right now i am Not a Sith i am a Man..." His voice speaking truth as he closed into her grabbing the glass and taking a small sip before taking one last step closer to her. "And i see no Jedi before me just the Jewel of all the excavations, the beauty that holds my eyes and stops my heart in this last day and i hope the rest of my Days... i have many secrets... but to you" He placed her hand on his chest so she could feel the pounding of his heart that wanted to burst out of it's chest. "I am on open book... " He traced her from her face bringing his finger under her chin and pulling her in close for a Kiss. "You have no need to fear me, i am falling in love with you" With that he held her in his arms and embraced her again for another night, this time letting emotion rather than passion guide his fingers and his kisses. Suddenly he laughed and looked at her with a quizzical expression. "So am i still your... Dark Lord?" His smile genuine and warm as he tried to lay with her yet again in the comfort of his tent... however... there was a small thought in his mind. "Before we continue... Can i show you something?"
His eyes glimmered in excitement, as no one, not even his Masters had seen what he wanted to show her... His Ship. The Cortan Blade, Unique in all the Galaxy.

[member="Serena Bouie"]​

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

It was true.

Feth.

She waited just as he waited, she could feel his hesitation, feel his concern just as she had been concerned just as she had dreaded walking into this very tent and saying the words.

He was right if he had told her she would have run and not have looked back. Realizing that by admitting these truths to one another they immediately put each other’s lives in danger. Anything they shared would be used as a means to cast them out, kill them, or kill the other in order to keep the balance.

His words rang with truth there he did not lie, she would know if he had. “I am Serena Bouie, I am a member of the Silver Sanctum Coalition.” She smiled, “but I threw her out of the tent a few minutes ago I’m just Serena now, or if you like you may call me Wren. Only those of any importance in my life call me this” She stepped closer without hesitation, calm wrapped around them, soothing the ragged edges of their nerves and bringing them to balance. To a peace where in this tent there existed only two people falling in love.

“There is no Sith before me” the words they spoke a vow between them, “there is only the man who holds my heart in his hands, and shares my soul. I am his with every breath I take, and I will hide nothing from him. For as much as he has admitted to me of his feelings, I am falling in love with him. He makes me feel special, complete, strong, and loved”

His finger traced along her jaw, she felt a shiver at the touch, that single touch that ignited so much within her and then she laughed when he asked, “Yes you are MY dark lord, till the force takes me Animus Malgus. Goddess help you for having to put up with me” She kissed him, they were once again upon the bed. They held no secrets now they could be themselves.

This time was different she did not feel out of control she felt alive, and craved the touch of the man who wrapped his arms around her so tightly. Then as if something of great importance had stepped in he wanted to show her something “Can you show me something” She tried to tease him, “haven’t you already showed me something?” She smiled, “Show me, whatever it is” Had he found something earlier?

She was not expecting a ship, she was not sure what to expect.

[member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

"No Wren" He realized he liked that name a lot. He took her by the hand as she lead her out of the tent and into a field a few yard away from the dig site. "There is still one part of me you must see.. my pride and Joy.. The Cortan Blade" There appeared to be nothing there but sand until Animus Clapped his hands the Stygium cloaking device deactivated and the Ramp of the Cortan Blade was lowered. Quickly he rushed her in and as the Ramp closed and they were inside. Mythos had no idea that the Blade was a Nexus, sure he felt the heavy presence of the Dark Side Nexus but he dismissed it as nothing, mere jest and tricks of his mind during the nights alone in the Cortan. However there were times he could have sworn the Blade called out to him in the middle of the night as he sleepwalked to the cockpit and made his way around but again, he dismissed it as his lack of sleep and the Force working within him as he slept. Partially True.

"This is my Treasure of Treasures, in there is the Korriban Quarter he just passed the Cargo bay and Ammo and Soldier Racks." She would also notice the One Sith Imagery everywhere not hiding his Pride and Loyalty to the One Sith in anyway, but he did not want to talk about factions... he wanted her to tell her which was her favorite room... The Korriban Quarter was a lit with fires as always, "This is the Chiss room, Designed by the Chiss Aristocra Fantana herself" Her name was spoken with sorrow, he had feelings for Fantana, but he did not feel as if they were returned so he had given up his court of her. Shaking it off quickly he sped off to the Musfatarian Room. "This by Lord Ultimatum from Mustafar and the rest all by myself, the One Sith room" He said it with a cringe and smile with a wink as he showed her it "My Personal room, Coruscant, Naboo, and that is KIda's room, the Organic Quarter only specialized workers and Kida are allowed to keep the Rooms ecosystem stable" Once he had finished the tour of the rooms he made spun her and took her into his arms again, this time with power and strength oozing from him as he was not afraid to let loose of the Force, he was not holding back anything anymore she would feel the darkside like a Seducing fire around her and careful not to overwhelm her with it he mingled with the Light inside her... but he noticed that her light was dwindling, was it him? Or the Ship?
The Ship? Impossible. He thought brushing aside the thought as he kissed her and made her feel sure that in his arms she was safe before asking "So... which one is your favorite?" His eyes mischievous and Knowing, he wanted her to pick the room they would spend the night together in, he had a guess it would be Naboo, since it was the most delicately decorated and Korriban Quarters was still largely unfilled, -- reason why he came here in the first place-- except by a few rare stones he gathered and slabs from his first visits to make the rom itself. Still... he just wanted her to be happy and comfortable, and if she said the Tent, then off to the tent we shall go, however... the Cortan does have a shower room and that alone was a great leap in comfort for both of them covered in dirt so Animus just gestured. "It also has a shower" making no hesitations of relieving his garments and stepping into the shower room gesturing her to follow with his eyes. The shower where it was always at perfect warm temperatures was glorious to Mythos, he wanted to smell like a God so when she came to him it was pleasant also... he really liked that shower room. Like A lot. Transparisteel and a Crystal floor. It was Awesome for him to have the Luxury of a Shower in his ship.

[member="Serena Bouie"]​

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

[SIZE=12pt]She followed him through the darkness unafraid that there was something out there waiting to take hold of them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]In the darkness she could not make out the shape but once the door opened to let them in the interior took her breath away. From the moment she walked inside she could feel the darkness all around her she blinked several times as she tried to use the resistance she had been taught to keep the presence from intruding into her mind, her thoughts.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]For the moment she felt she had it in control. His affiliation with the Sith was represented everywhere he took great pride in showing that he was part of them, and they were a part of him. They passed rooms that she took glimpses of each one unique of itself.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]He spoke names she wasn’t familiar with and yet she could hear the pride in his voice as he uttered each one. A room which room would she like, she smiled, “For reasons which you would know I like the Korriban room, but the Naboo room too. The Lake country there, swimming so much room” Her words slowed again as she pushed the darkness back once again.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]‘A shower, you have a shower” oh…what she would do for a hot shower. She watched him with such nonchalance to take off his clothes and disappear. She stood alone for moments she reached back rubbing her neck. She was beginning to get a headache, maybe a shower.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She relieved herself of her own clothing and joined him in the shower. ‘It’s a beautiful ship Animus I can feel your presence through the ship” She tried to smile. The water flowed like a hard rain, washing away the sand and sun of the last few days. The smell of soap permeated the air.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Serena reached for the soap, “want some help?” she half smiled, “I think we should sleep in the tent still, something in here is….pressing down on me..it’s dampening my empathy, my resistance feels…pressured” She did not know what other words to use.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]But she wasn’t going to let a shower go to waste…was the darkness of the ship working on corrupting her, when the darkness had been removed on Mustafar she had felt such relieve, but once more now. She felt that crawling feeling inside that made her do and say things that were not normal for her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]It was slowly seeping in, how long would it take, could she fight just long enough?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She rubbed her nose along his jaw, “come to me Animus” she purred with all the sweetness within her.[/SIZE]

[member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

She confirmed his suspicions, he was a fool to even think for a second that the moment he began building this ship it had not begun to take a life of it's own. The Ship was Alive... he knew it, and she just confirmed it, however for this moment he would let that thought slip by as she.. gave herself to him, she felt strange and he knew it was the Ship, some workers became aggressive, others became insane, this Ship made them that way.
"You are going to chose her over me now Animus?"
He heard the voice clearly but he shrugged it off as just his imagination. He was sad she did not want to stay and sleep in the ship with him, why with all the comfortable beds and luxurious wear would she really prefer the Terentatek Hide and Bantha Floor? Sure it was cosy but it was nowhere near the Bed of wookie Hair Stuffed inside Bantha fur, that bed would Miracles for one's mornings Animus had tested this himself. Mythos however, would take her now, in this hot shower he would take her into his arms and he would make her his and he would make her remember this moment for the rest of her life because it was the first time Mythos would make love to her using all of his Force Powers to increase his Physical Attributes. Animus was a Master Illusionist, he made the Water seem to drop slower and with more deliberance, the Drops of Water would seem like small Crystals, of ever changing bright colors. Animus loved to use the Force, to Dominate it, to bend it to his will and to sake what was his by force but with Serena he was Delicate, Subtle, he made sure she was satisfied, to entice her into staying... The Blade wanted him to sleep here not in the tent, and if that meant keeping the lady here too the blade would entice them both so they would not leave until the morning and would yearn to return. Both their dreams this night would revolve around the Ship, around it's majestic beauty. Each unique. Mythos' dream would be to have it Fly away with Serena and the Holocron of Adas of some great Treasure in the Cargo bay so big it almost slowed the Blade down.
"I'm yours Serena" his eyes gleamed with yellow fire that was unnatural and brought forth by his Illusions. In His Illusions he made his Physique a tad more impressive to look at as well as dimly lighted to accentuate his attributes, his hair would glow like fire and his teeth would shine like pearls as he gave into her. His Temptation, he wanted to make her stay.... here... in the Blade with him... or was that the ship talking?


[member="Serena Bouie"]​

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

Stay. Whispers softly luring her to weakness as the man she loved held her tightly. But was this the man or images of the one she wanted. The voice sounded like him groaning fearful of all that was happening Serena closed her eyes.

A voice whispered. Stay. Do you not want love? Stay.

Her resistance training has prepared her for those that would forcefully reach in, but this was subtle wrapped in warmth and promises. She felt heat rising up at first the gentle tantalizing desires that swept over her when he took her into his arms. Then the clawing that seem to ask permission to invade her mind.

The lava hot sensation that burned racing through her veins as she was claimed again to experience the unbridled desires of the man she called Animus but the order of Sith referred to as Mythos.

Serena did everything she could to keep the light of the jedi within her burning. The more the shipwhispered stay, the more the driving need of the man pierced through her, her resistance was cracking.

Stay and be loved the ship whispered. Its one night. Only one night.

She clung and finally whispered, "I'm yours Animus, let's stay here"

Soft laughter.

[member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Effectively, mythos awoke with Serena in the Korriban Quarter with very shady memory of what exactly happened the night before but with very vivid memories of what his dream had been. The Room was alight in the golden sun that creeped in through the window. The Bed of this room was his Favorite, the Cold air blowing from inside the Blade made it all the more comfortable to be swept inside the sheets of the bed and be kept warm and nuzzled. Beside him was of course, Serena. He distinctly remembered her wanting to sleep in the tent but he was too groggy from sleep to pinpoint it.
He had dreamed of a massive Cargo Bay filled with Golden treasures and a Massive Red Colored Holocron that spoke to him about Myths and Legends of the Past with a booming powerful voice and Serena stood beside him studying the very secrets it had while the Cortan Blade Sped through HyperSpace at the Speed of Light. His smile was enduring as he decided to wake Serena up the same way he had woken her up the night before. With enduring kisses and subtle whispers to her ear. His hands dancing through the delicate sensitive spots of her body because he indeed somewhat did have a drawn out map in his mind to what made the Woman his bed mad with pleasure. He knew where to kiss and where to touch for her to melt into his arms and he loved doing it, he loved to see her pleased.

Now he was in the Blade, a place much more comfortable to wake up in than a Tent where a Pelko bug could easily sneak up and with a single Sting End their lives. The Room glowed with the Artificial FIres illuminating the Tablets around them giving an eerie Temple Like feeling to the room as well as a Historical and romantic feeling. When he realized that the dig site was soon to be excavated once again he was more than ecstatic to hurry down but... Then again... He did not want to leave this bed and stop kissing and embracing the figure in his bed... Like a Drug she was addicting to him but every problem and sense inside him that told him it was a bad idea were silenced by Both her presence and the Blade. The Blade would have them come back this night... and every night if the Blade could, the Cortan Loved Force Sensitive Company... right now as they lay in bed the Cortan was enticing them to come back after the Sundown had come.

[member="Serena Bouie"]​

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

A cool breeze lingered and swirled. Her mind was occupied dreaming a long nights filled with rivers of kisses and endless passion.

This dream was harder to wake from clouds of opal shimmered bidding her to stay trying to pull her deeper into a realm of the unknown. Serena reached out towards the clouds suddenly tiny drops of rain fell on her bare skin. The sun above her split in two Serena blinked and shook the clouds from her mind when she opened them again the twin suns changed growing smaller till she looked into the eyes of Animus.

She swallowed hard disoriented, "where are we?" She had wanted to stay in the tent something about the ship kept tingling her danger sense and crushing her resistance.

Something soothing and cool eased her fear. Serena reached out to touch the hair that had breathed fire, her hand trembled unsure if it would ignite the flames. A sense of satisfaction pooled in her stomach. "I love you" She said.

Her fingertips light as the air around them traced each muscle, curve, and shadow on his skin. "I crave you to be here with me always" Serena voice. Serenas emotions. All blended as the ship used her weakness to gain what it wanted.

"Tonight, cannot come soon enough" ,

Serena smiled, the leaned up to kiss him, to possess him to bind him to her. Fingers drifted as the kiss broke, "let's go digging"

She slipped from the bed with an air of confidence, turning to show him again the promises of the night ahead. "Shower, then off" couldn't have the night lingering on her

[member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos was at first taken aback but something would not let him back down from the intensity of the moment with Serena. Strange at it was he understood things in this ship now where not as it seemed and he smiled and evil curve in his lips as he said without ailment. "I Love you Too" Biting his lip as she gave her back to him heading straight for the shower that Mythos had more than the usual amount of happiness joining, Mornings in the Cortan Blade had never been this good.

As early as they awoke and as soon as they got prepared the men and workers around the Dig were faster and already on the Dig than they could even imagine. Even now bit by bit the Obelisk was being uncovered and Mythos was not only excited but ready to deal with the massive task ahead. First thing he began to do is get various teams from some other dig sites and make a perimeter dir around it. Even Groom was extra anxious because he sensed the spike up in activity and excitement when suddenly this Day was filled with super motions and extra hussle. Mythos was in dug deep working in holes around the men and constantly kept the pressure of the digsite intensity at peak condition. Soon enough they would get another peek at what was beneath the Sands.

[member="Serena Bouie"]​

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

On her hands and knees blowing the last bit of sand from the mosaic path they had stayed working on this each day since it was discovered.

The excitement centered on the obelisk but there was still the path of floor Serena was,unsure of which it was. Her mind seemed to have cleared of the clouds the plagued her earlier. Hard work and sweat kept her moving now, this was Serena at her best.

She picked up a loose tile turning it over in her hand it wasn't a stone that she recognized, she wasn't sure it was native to Korriban. Looking over at the young man working beside her "what do you think. Was it brought in created or native?"

The dark eyes of the worker peered at the stone, "it's native Serena pulled from one of the layers beneath the red walls"

Native. Ok. She smiled, and kept working.

"You should go home before this place buries you Serena. This is dark place. " Serena looked at him again, "I should?"

Should she?

But. Animus was here.

The worker studied her reaction, "do,the right thing"

From across the sands trouble was approaching, news of the work traveled to the ears of anyone listening on the dark world. Serena danger sense again tingles with urgency.

Looking around she saw nothing. She looked at the team's nothing had collapsed. No on shouted for help. But to the right of the valley dust had already begun to swirl watching it carefully one could see it moved. Someone was headed toward the dig.

[member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Hard work piled up and the Excavation moved diligently forward. Deeper and deeper the sands went until the Obelisk apparently revealed a stairway and the outcroppings. Mythos let out a loud woot of excitement before getting back to work and the hard labor that awaited him this day. Groom was up with his new friend and he was close by to him working a dig, so much so that Groom came down a few times just to run through his master and try and get him to play fetch. "Not now Groom! i'm working ya Lug!" He smiled talking to Groom as if he was the Head of Security, which he was!
Suddenly Groom was acting strange which immediately Mythos frowned upon. "What's wrong buddy? What do you sense?" Mythos asked in a hushed tone and looked in the direction Grooms' eyes were looking. Speeders, about a small score of them, heading this way.... Groom was force sensitive and if he sensed this and it got him riled up it could only mean one thing.

Sith Heretics.

"Lets' take care of them before they can interrupt the Dig, you in?" Mythos said with a smile of knowing, he was itching for a good fight and the rouges who wandered Korribans' surface were a tough lot who were more often than not deadly and force sensitive, the world making them tough and harsh bounty hunters or killers.

Dashing though the sand with force Augmentation on his legs Groom hot on his heels Mythos made his way to cut off the Band of Brigands that were headed straight for them.

When they got to a Mound of sand Mythos snapped his fingers to command Groom to take a hiding spot and stay out of sight until he could Ambush, it was a neat strategy they had worked out. "Serena" Mythos spoke into his Com. "We got company"

They came to a halt at the sight of Mythos, 9 speeders all packed with nasty looking characters with tattered black robes... Yep... Sith Heretics.

Mythos looked at them crossing his hands over his chest, not amused he pulled out pride and Myth and ignited them without hesitation from his sandy perch. "You are not welcome here..." He spoke in ancient Sith. "Leave or die, your choice..." His words grim and dripping violence... to his suprise, they made no sudden moves but instead calmly left their speeders and brandished many different weapons, rifles and red lightsabers along with other things he could not recognize. Oh, this would be fun.

[member="Serena Bouie"]
​

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

Word travelled quickly on the small dig stairs were found, Serena forgetting what had been exchanged ran to the other site, looking down her heart palpitated with excitement. Even as the sun beat down upon the ancient walkway she felt drawn to take a step.

When was the last time anyone had placed a foot upon any of these stairs or eyes gazed upon these markings. Before she could even check the recordings of the dig her comm went off.

The danger she had sensed had arrived, "pull a tarp over the stairs" Serena looked up to where Mythos stood. She walked up hearing him speak a language unknown to her but she could hear the threat in his voice. She reached back for her weapon ready at a blink to ignite.

She moved to the left coming into view of the 9 standing there determination radiated from them. Intent clearly written on each of their auras the gleaming reds of anger. They began the slow lope towards mythos the need desire to protect claimed within her.

She invited her weapon, "you should leave, while you can" the blonde had never uttered such words in her life but as each one left her lips it was clear what she intended for them.

The line between light and dark blurred. "Jedi you do not belong here, for your crimes you are sentenced by your masters"

The group divided foolishly thinking numbers would be the defining of the battle but little did they know what awaited them. Serena took a step, an moment of aggression her blood pounded, as darkness seeped in. Use your emotions.

"Bring it" she whispered.

[member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

"Groom! Now!!" On call Groom leapt from under the sands like he was dun beneath them for centuries and clamped on one of the Heretics' neck while Mythos with the Scream jumped up with Ataru and came up behind them engaging in a swift flurry of Juyo moves that were impossible to predict due to the speed of Myth and Pride. Uncontrollable movements, speed and precision over power and brute force as Mythos engaged Four of the Raiders who found themselves surprisingly on the defensive. One Heretic Pulled out a weapon Mythos had never seen but knew about, A Force Whip. When it slashed its flail wrapped around Pride and mythos... Let it go bending his knees to avoid a horizontal slash and parrying with Myth a vertical one.

Pulling both his arms out to the sides he sent a double force push to the Attackers and Threw Myth at the Raider with the Whip. The raider still rearing up for his next strike could not anticipate the Throw and caught myth directly in the chest dropping him on the sand. Not missing a beat Mythos back-flipped and kicked the Raider behind him calling Pride back to his hands before landing and executing a sarlacc strike that sliced off the Hands of one Raider and the sight of Mythos made the unhurt Two that still lived back off a bit.

The Screams of the Raider being killed by Groom and the Raider who by the looks of it was a Kaleesh who now had no Hands. "I warned you not to come and desecrate the halls of the Sith'ari" He said the words in Sith... Their eyes popping in fear as Mythos drew an Illusion of King Adas behind him with a Massive Axe. They backed off slightly, sure this was not the real Adas just the way Animus had always imagined him, Gigantic, Colossal and Intimidating.

[member="Serena Bouie"]​

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

[member="Darth Mythos"]

[SIZE=12pt]Serena stood as firm as she could there in the sinking sands, the four men slowing advancing on her. She was not as adept at fighting as others of her order but she had been taught to dance and it served as a firm foundation for her fighting style.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Four advanced one with a vibro blade, another with a lightsaber its dull hue of red blazing even under the heat of the Korriban sun, another man appeared to have no weapon immediately she’d have to be careful of him, and then the fourth had two blasters.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She had to remember they were Heretics and they still had an alliance to the force no matter how little or forceful it was.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She took the initiative and advanced on them, raising her left hand while holding her saber in her right she pushed with the force the one with the vibro blade, just as the one to her right began shooting. A turn of her wrist blocked the blaster bolts directing them back towards him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The immediate sizzle of skin told her that one had hit the mark though he never screamed, but fell where he was holding his leg in agony.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The one with the blade rolled effortlessly backwards as if he had planned to move with the wind.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The two before her moved forward, the one with the blade confident that he could take her came at her slashing downwards at her as she blocked the crackle of blade against blade filled the air around them[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt].[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]She pushed off moving backwards, as she swung and swung again. Each time the blades met the sizzle seemed to electrify the air, the back swing off of the last came off and managed to hit flesh, his arm fell to the sand, only a few drops of blood covered the ground. The wound instantly cauterized.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Two down, two to go where were they. The unarmed man had stopped where he stood, the one with the blade was making his advance.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]“Just take what’s left of your friends and leave” Her blue eyes spoke of her own confidence of what she was able to accomplish. There was a reason these were heretics they used the force not for how it was [/SIZE]

 

[Mythos]

Sharp as a surgery Knife Mythos came at the Attackers but he noticed two were on the ground and one was missing an Arm. Stepping over the latter he finished him off decapitating him with a single swing of his sword. While Serena was surrounded with Two enemies one who reared for a force attack that Mythos could feel rising up from the balls of his feet. Mythos had to act fast so he simply used the thought of him attacking Serena to fuel his Rage and ignite the Electricity in his hand blasting the Unarmed man with a Force Lightning blast that send him reeling backwards as Mythos applied the Pressure.

Force Lighting coursed through his veins and body leaving and contacting the man as even a Heretic must scream in Pain when encountered with the torturous force of Sith lightning. After a few seconds the Heretic was dead, and Mythos walked to the Heretic that was holding his blasted leg and shot as Animus with two blasters various times. Mythos deflected his shots effortlessly and split hit head in two with Pride before calling Myth black to his hand. He looked back and noticed Serena was entangled with another Heretic, the last one, he ruched over there at max speed hoping to kill him before anything happened, Groom was on his heels quick.

[member="Serena Bouie"]
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[Darth Ren Malgus]

[SIZE=12pt]Serena struggled with her Jedi teachings, if she was being attacked then there was no reason to have concern over the destruction of life.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Never draw your blade unless you are prepared to use it or die. She had drawn it, in doing so she had become committed to using it, and that could mean death.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Her attacker was on her as she struck out at him. She had seen what [member="Darth Mythos"] had done to the others even the wounded who could do no more harm. What did she feel about that? Could she still feel the emotional ties of endearment and love.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Her mind immediately reasoned it all out the dark corruption seemed to be spreading, her mind reasoned that he did it to protect her. Even as she swung the blade at the man bearing down on her who seemed to have no weapon was using a mental attack.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]When she finally stopped moving she felt him trying to invade her mind, to influence her to do something that he wanted, her eyes narrowed down to slits as the pain within her rose up, she could feel the need to be sick, the desire to turn he was hurting her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Serena spun around extending her arms she felt the bit of hesitation as the saber sliced through the body it fell into two pieces before her. She gasped for air pushing the influence the thoughts away and then she took a breath.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She could see Animus and Groom headed towards her, she just kept nodding that she was alright, that it was alright. But was it?[/SIZE]