Syss Rembala
Devout Dog
Syss watched as the Twi'lek lost her composure, her eyes going wide and her mind seemingly clouded with an evil Darkness. Rather than intervene, nor to help nor to make it worse, the Umbaran stood by, observing the whole process for she now knew who had provoked this and if there was thing she was yet to do was defy the actions of one of her superiors. Her white eyes were lightly placed on [member="Venthis Zambrano"] for a second, as Pythia's body coped, twisting, with the vision that was now infiltrating her conscience. The acolyte raised an arm out to her, and curiously enough, Syss first instinct was to accept it and help the twi'lek remain on her feet. She didn't even had time to reconsider before her hand grasped her shoulders, and her own dead eyes went wide as the vision now filtered through her conscience.
Panic seeped through her veins at first as her sight was deluded, but she soon got a grip of herself despite the panic. Syss main ability, the one she cherished the most was infiltrating others' heads, and with this had come the knowledge of protecting her own. Of course, there was not much she could do against the powers of a Knight. But the Umbaran had never gone down without a fight and her body reacted immediately. Her joints locked together, she would not allow herself to flail under the siege on her mind. And then she forcefully pulled on the Force within her, letting the fear provoked by the vision to feed it and she managed to cut it out of her head, before her knees went weak under her weight. All the while her face had remained blank except for the dangerous concentration that had adjusted her features.
Now her intense gaze was placed on the twi'lek, who was kneeling on the floor. A sinister smile crept onto the dark lips of the Umbaran despite the pain that was still abandoning her nerves, as the fellow acolyte finally seemed to have reached the end of the Force vision. Curious indeed. The twi'lek seemed to have been blessed with an innate ability much like she had been. Syss had the talent of infiltration and influence, powered not only because she was gifted with it but because the inherent abilities of her species had propitiated them. And this girl, younger than herself by a couple of years, sported a similar skill, but for empathic abilities. Intriguing indeed. The Umbaran had done extensive studies regarding the Force, its powers and ways. She had been an Acolyte from even a younger age than the twi'lek, having come onto the hands of the One Sith at the sweet age of fourteen. Nearing her twenties, Syss was still under the tutelage of the Sith, and all those years she had employed to better herself not only through combat skills...but intellectually. And this power that the twi'lek sported was one that interested her in particular, for it was the other face of the same coin to her own primordial skill.
After addressing the Knight, the twi'lek turned to her again and apologized for having dragged her onto her suffering with her. Normally Syss would have already schemed her sly revenge, but today she greeted the apology with an 'honest' heart, at least to the extent she was able, for honesty was sometimes a tool she used, but always for the purpose of furthering deceit. "There is no need to apologize, Sister. It was not an attack and I did not interpret it as one." Her sharp tongue now spoke with a neutral, albeit sinister tone that displayed well the honesty behind her words. The Umbaran would not hold any grudges against the twi'lek. With that, she remained silent. Syss wished to further speak to and learn about this newly arrived acolyte, but apparently she was here today on more pressing matters under the orders of her Master, the Dark Lord. Seeing as how she did not wish to interfere any longer, Syss decided to prod herself into the mind of the twi'lek, a friendly invasion of her conscience and speak within the depths of her thoughts. "My name is Syss Rembala, my friend. Ask for me should you ever need my help." Her voice, not the one from her throat but from her conscience let that cunning and slithering nature of the Umbaran on full display, and yet there was also something about it that would indicate the twi'lek that she meant what she said.
With that, Syss walked away from the acolyte and the Knight, not before bowing her head to the latter in order to pay the due respects to her superior. Today was an active day on the Temple at Bastion, she thought, for she was now starting to perceive even more new presences. She saw how a Lord, one she had never had the pleasure of meeting before but whom she knew very well who she was, calling for one of the individuals she had previously identified as new to her. Syss connected her eyes to that of the Sith Lord and bowed her head again, in respectful acknowledgement, before continuing her pace. What an interesting day it was, full of surprises. She knew a spar was about to take place. However, this one did not displease her like the brutish bickering between the female knight and the young acolyte that had ensued moments before. Syss let her back rest against one of the pillars again, as her eyes took in everything around her.
A fight over a Master, this should prove entertaining. She said to herself, her inner voice rejoicing at the idea of what was to come after hearing what each of the three parties had to say. Her ever watching eyes analyzed both competitors. An Echani, though she did not believe her to be a pureblood, and the newly arrived acolyte that had slightly caught her attention before. The white eyes of the Umbaran lingered longer on this girl, and in this manner she silently placed her bets on the stranger, offering her a small smirk, encouraging in some unnerving manner. She knew very well why she had chosen to trust her before the Echani. Syss disapproved of the way in which the latter had approached the Lord, wiggling her potentially unjustified ego in front of one of the Lords of the Sith. She had never asked to be taken under a Master. She believed she would be taken for an apprentice when she was ready, and when it suited her Master's will. In the meantime, she had worked to get the attention of her superiors and to be worthy of being instructed directly under one of the Lords. Her efforts had been rewarded, for she had been chosen fully out of her own Master's accord and she was now diligently learning under the teachings of [member="Darth Ananta"] , something that she wouldn't deny, filled her with pride.
And so the Umbaran kept her intense gaze on this stranger, probably a few years older than herself, as if bidding her to prove herself in front of the eyes of the Lord of Defiance.
[member="Pythia"] [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] [member="Katarina Vox"] [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]
Panic seeped through her veins at first as her sight was deluded, but she soon got a grip of herself despite the panic. Syss main ability, the one she cherished the most was infiltrating others' heads, and with this had come the knowledge of protecting her own. Of course, there was not much she could do against the powers of a Knight. But the Umbaran had never gone down without a fight and her body reacted immediately. Her joints locked together, she would not allow herself to flail under the siege on her mind. And then she forcefully pulled on the Force within her, letting the fear provoked by the vision to feed it and she managed to cut it out of her head, before her knees went weak under her weight. All the while her face had remained blank except for the dangerous concentration that had adjusted her features.
Now her intense gaze was placed on the twi'lek, who was kneeling on the floor. A sinister smile crept onto the dark lips of the Umbaran despite the pain that was still abandoning her nerves, as the fellow acolyte finally seemed to have reached the end of the Force vision. Curious indeed. The twi'lek seemed to have been blessed with an innate ability much like she had been. Syss had the talent of infiltration and influence, powered not only because she was gifted with it but because the inherent abilities of her species had propitiated them. And this girl, younger than herself by a couple of years, sported a similar skill, but for empathic abilities. Intriguing indeed. The Umbaran had done extensive studies regarding the Force, its powers and ways. She had been an Acolyte from even a younger age than the twi'lek, having come onto the hands of the One Sith at the sweet age of fourteen. Nearing her twenties, Syss was still under the tutelage of the Sith, and all those years she had employed to better herself not only through combat skills...but intellectually. And this power that the twi'lek sported was one that interested her in particular, for it was the other face of the same coin to her own primordial skill.
After addressing the Knight, the twi'lek turned to her again and apologized for having dragged her onto her suffering with her. Normally Syss would have already schemed her sly revenge, but today she greeted the apology with an 'honest' heart, at least to the extent she was able, for honesty was sometimes a tool she used, but always for the purpose of furthering deceit. "There is no need to apologize, Sister. It was not an attack and I did not interpret it as one." Her sharp tongue now spoke with a neutral, albeit sinister tone that displayed well the honesty behind her words. The Umbaran would not hold any grudges against the twi'lek. With that, she remained silent. Syss wished to further speak to and learn about this newly arrived acolyte, but apparently she was here today on more pressing matters under the orders of her Master, the Dark Lord. Seeing as how she did not wish to interfere any longer, Syss decided to prod herself into the mind of the twi'lek, a friendly invasion of her conscience and speak within the depths of her thoughts. "My name is Syss Rembala, my friend. Ask for me should you ever need my help." Her voice, not the one from her throat but from her conscience let that cunning and slithering nature of the Umbaran on full display, and yet there was also something about it that would indicate the twi'lek that she meant what she said.
With that, Syss walked away from the acolyte and the Knight, not before bowing her head to the latter in order to pay the due respects to her superior. Today was an active day on the Temple at Bastion, she thought, for she was now starting to perceive even more new presences. She saw how a Lord, one she had never had the pleasure of meeting before but whom she knew very well who she was, calling for one of the individuals she had previously identified as new to her. Syss connected her eyes to that of the Sith Lord and bowed her head again, in respectful acknowledgement, before continuing her pace. What an interesting day it was, full of surprises. She knew a spar was about to take place. However, this one did not displease her like the brutish bickering between the female knight and the young acolyte that had ensued moments before. Syss let her back rest against one of the pillars again, as her eyes took in everything around her.
A fight over a Master, this should prove entertaining. She said to herself, her inner voice rejoicing at the idea of what was to come after hearing what each of the three parties had to say. Her ever watching eyes analyzed both competitors. An Echani, though she did not believe her to be a pureblood, and the newly arrived acolyte that had slightly caught her attention before. The white eyes of the Umbaran lingered longer on this girl, and in this manner she silently placed her bets on the stranger, offering her a small smirk, encouraging in some unnerving manner. She knew very well why she had chosen to trust her before the Echani. Syss disapproved of the way in which the latter had approached the Lord, wiggling her potentially unjustified ego in front of one of the Lords of the Sith. She had never asked to be taken under a Master. She believed she would be taken for an apprentice when she was ready, and when it suited her Master's will. In the meantime, she had worked to get the attention of her superiors and to be worthy of being instructed directly under one of the Lords. Her efforts had been rewarded, for she had been chosen fully out of her own Master's accord and she was now diligently learning under the teachings of [member="Darth Ananta"] , something that she wouldn't deny, filled her with pride.
And so the Umbaran kept her intense gaze on this stranger, probably a few years older than herself, as if bidding her to prove herself in front of the eyes of the Lord of Defiance.
[member="Pythia"] [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] [member="Katarina Vox"] [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]
