Public Sith Are Banned From Korriban, Right? (Korriban)

[Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra]

Crud. They were quite close to being rumbled. He knew that his and Issan's Force presences were likely shrouded by the strange interplay of this Light church on Korriban soil, else this Miralukan would have immediately begun swinging. Best to stay cool. At the least, draw off enough heat that they could split up.

"Pleased to meet ya, sir. I have something of an interest in sightseeing, and I'd heard from an old friend of this magnificent piece of work the Crusade has built. I simply had to see it for myself!" 'Griff' chuckled.

"Sanctified ground on a world like this... There was no way we could leave this out from our itinerary," Issan was turning her charm up, beaming a carefree and easy smile.

Alina Tremiru Mithara Cohen Darth Razarač Jeren Kestros

 

[Darth Razarač]

Tallania tried to be as nonchalant as she could as she walked through the room, but still looked around every once in a while. She couldn't help it. It felt like someone was watching her, though she was unable to see anyone specifically eyeing her. Deciding it was best to ignore the feeling for now, she slipped into the bathroom. Inside she found an empty stall and quickly stripped out of the janitor's jumpsuit. Thankfully she'd had the foresight to wear normal clothes underneath otherwise she'd be running around in her undies. The look she might have gotten from the zealots would have been entertaining, but would have made her stand out quiet a bit.

Now in some jeans and a black tank top, Tallania looked around to make sure no one was around before opening a vent and pulling out a small backpack she had hidden there earlier and slipped it on. The idea was to look like a college student who was here for an assignment. She even had a book on ancient cultures in the bag to sell the act. She was pretty sure she had everything planned out.

Stepping out of the bathroom Tallania paused and looked around the main room. Something felt... off. It was hard to tell why though. It was like something was clashing in the air. And the guards, they were on edge, eyeing everyone. That was not good. She hadn't been found out had she? And then there was the blind man. How had he gotten here so quick? And he seemed to be talking to the tourists that she needed to blend in with, which meant that she was going to have to join them. Luckily he'd never heard her speak so he shouldn't be able to identify her. So, taking another deep breath she walked over to join the group.

"Um, excuse me!" She called out as she got closer. "Excuse me, sir? When is the tour supposed to start?"

Alina Tremiru Mithara Cohen Jeren Kestros Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Alina's lips thinned to a frown. Before she even had a chance to answer this Griff's question one of the more obvious crusaders approached them. Her eyes narrowed behind her sunglasses. Holy place? More like desecrated, though she wasn't so childish as to ignore the fact that this was just what it meant to be on opposite sides. Desecration was just consecration for the faith that believed in it.

She was thankful for her gaze being hidden behind her sunglasses. Though, wasn't this one of those Miraluka people? Without her amulet, well. She could already tell he knew something was up. But if he wasn't going to go full murder crusader, she'd bite back her tongue. Let Griff handle it.

Until the kid from before came over. She stared in disbelief as the red head, admittedly in new clothing, just approached them like they were some college troupe seeing old ruins. Why didn't she just run? Unless-

Her gaze shifted, and she saw it. The mobilization of guard. Her frown worsened.

"Is there anything you need, or can we continue our tour?"

Darth Razarač | Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra | Jeren Kestros | Mithara Cohen

 

[Mithara Cohen]

This was not going so well, each step made eyes look towards him as he merely gave a nod with the hat he had taken. The noise in his ear, the constant whispers over what should be done, almost instantly halted when a hand grasped onto the shoulder. The instinct of fighting seemed to take over but then, a swift hatred overwhelmed his body, an attempt to steel the Humans mind. Mithara turned as he noticed the other guard and gave a small smile, forced but having confidence in the ability to speak. The figure on him twisted his words, as if giving the silver tongue itself.

"Guardsman, you are not at your post."
"My apologies for Ashla and You, I thought I noticed something unusual near one of the doorways, the Anx having that particular looking book."
"You mean our holy text? I see nothing wrong with it!"
"Ah but you are mistaken, notice how much thinner it is versus the other books here. I believe it may be a spy."
"I don't believe a single word, wha-"

Before another word can be spoken, another guard approached the two and tapped the shoulders of them. Leaning down in a hushed whisper towards the pair as his humanoid head leaned down.

"Bogan has infiltrated the building, we are getting ready to lock it down. Get to your posts, have you seen anything unusual?"
"Wel-"
"The Anx over there, I think the book is not what it seems. I think it is a recording device or worse, notice the book is not the right thickness?"
"It could just be in his native language!"
"That is what they would want us to think, Anx is mainly Basic is it not? It been that way for several millennia, why use a text in their own language when the entire species adapted to Basic almost in totality? Do you even know the language of theirs written?"
"Well n-"
"Exactly! You don't! And yet you think that is their native language when most other languages are twice as long and in different formats, why in the galaxy would it look like that unless it was a fake?!"
"Know, he has a point, it won't hurt to check."
"You can't honestly believe him! He is lying! I know it!"
"Yes but he seems proactive to tell his findings versus you stuttering away at excuses. Let us have a chat with this Anx, if our findings are not conclusive, we will return for your newly found rival at your job posting."
"Bu-"
"No more! Wait right here guard, we will return shortly. Meantime, keep your eyes peeled for enemies of Bogan."
"Yes Sir, may Ashla guide you."

Giving a salute, the others nodded before walking away as the other one, the shorter guard, seemed to be fuming. Mithara dodged a literal bullet and could not stand here for long. He lied out of that conversation, perhaps a bit of help with his...parasite as he wanted to call it. Looking side to side, Mithara stepped back into the crowd to blend in and proceeded to walk a bit forward. Making a brisk walk through the crowds, his body suddenly stopped as the voice in his mind told Mithara to wait.

Above him, the Force Spirit that inhabited Mithara would gently rise out to overlook the crowd. Most could not even see it, much less feel it in the state. Worst case would be people to feel cold, alone and in fear. The figure related to nothing more than a large set of tattered robes, outspread like a bedsheet with a collar holding the hood together. There seemed to be no body underneath this entity that one can see, the face shrouded in the darkness except for a hybrid pair of red and yellow eyes, staring out into the crowd below, peering around. The people nearby disgusted him, the hidden lips curled in distain over enlarged teeth.

Afar from them, it had noted a small pool of dark side energy, different from the crowd around them. Moving above the crowd carefully, hidden from those unless strongly sensitive or actively looking through the Force, the looming force figure overlooked the group. Many centuries have passed in knowledge and in growing hatred, it was hard to hide it completely but it knew where to look also. Glancing around the group, it noted the presence of the Miraluka, known as Jeren Kestros A unique problem it has not had to deal with in quite some time...best not let it see itself looking towards their general direction. What was he talking to? It wondered, staring at the three that seemed to converse with it together. The eyes noticed a girl among them, young....two other women, one seemingly annoyed and then one ma-.

The male in question, Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra , possibly just looked right in its general direction. Whether it saw the strange anomaly of a Force Spirit, was up to debate but its eyes locked into the males for a brief second and betrayed its location. A sudden chill could be felt by the human, as if the room dropped by several degrees. It would immediately warm back up but it was anomalous and highly unusual. The Miraluka would not notice anything except an odd breeze in the Force, as if Darkness was wind and flowed through the area, leading away towards the opposite end, through either the large church doors, the exit or a nearby doorway. Regardless, this was highly unusual and if the Force Spirit was looked at, it would quickly slink back down into Mithara and once again, coat him in darkness and suppress its presence in full. Walk it commanded, and so Mithara did towards one of the doorways to stand near, being whispered the commands to survive and be its full puppet.

Alina Tremiru Darth Razarač

 

[Jeren Kestros]

Location: Korriban
Tags: Alina Tremiru Mithara Cohen Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra Darth Razarač

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Jeren returned the woman's easy smile, nodding at what she and her companion said. He lifted his head slightly, as if looking above and around them with sightless eyes. "It is an awe-inspiring place, isn't it? Not just what was built, either, as magnificent as it is. No, this place is a triumph, a testament to the power and purifying ability of Ashla. Even in the darkest of places, no matter how far gone it seems, the Light can shine through and some measure of beauty and goodness can be restored." He lowered his head and faced the three again, still smiling. "All we have to do is make that choice."

A bit on the nose, but it served its purpose. Some part of him hoped that the group might actually listen to what he said, but Jeren did not hold out much hope in that regard. He'd come into conflict with many Sith and others like them, and it was rare for them to do any serious introspection or consider that what they were doing was wrong. They were usually more interested in accruing power for their own selfish gain, and frequently had been so twisted by the corrupting forces of the Bogan that they were beyond reasoning with. Perhaps, if they were indeed what he suspected them to be, they would listen. Perhaps not.

No, what he actually hoped to gain here was time.

His initial suspicions about the girl he had first encountered in the winding hallways of the church were confirmed when she suddenly reappeared nearby, asking about the next tour. She was dressed differently now, like a tourist rather than someone who worked there, but it was obvious to Jeren that this was the same person. Who exactly she really was, he did not know, but he would find out soon enough.

He inclined his head in her direction. "It starts soon. In fact I'd be happy to answer any questions you have, and even guide you all on your tour. I'm quite knowledgeable, I assure you."

Elsewhere the man who seemed to be the origin of some dark disturbance before remain near one of the doorways leading out of the chamber, acting as a guard on watch there. So be it; if he was simply a guard affected by this dark place, he could be helped. If he was an impostor, then he would be discovered and dealt with appropriately. Either way, he didn't appear to be trying to leave just yet.

 

[Darth Razarač]

"Really? That would be... awesome!" Tallania said, trying her best to sound thrilled about the idea of having a clergy member give them the tour. Really she was not thrilled at all. She was hoping he'd say there wasn't a tour and that they were mistaken so she could storm out in a huff. On top of that it was the blind guy offering. How could he possibly show them around? There was definitely something up.

"Actually I do have a question." Tallania decided to say, pulling out her data pad and opening a file where she had copied a bunch of research notes. "What is your stance on the moral questionability of the Church of Ashla's decision to build a place of worship on top of a cultural heritage site, effectively cutting off the planet's access to their ancient history?" Maybe she could annoy him enough to kick her out.

 

[Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra]

Quietly, as subtly as possible, Anthysius waited for Ali to look back at him as the Jedi spoke to Razarac. He looked at Ali, then at himself and Issan, then flicked his eyes in one direction. Time to move away in that direction.

The trio began to walk, calmly, away.

"Split up. I know the Jedi can't sense you, especially in here," he whispered.

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[Alina Tremiru]

"They're not Jedi."

Alina didn't bother to whisper. She could feel it all around them. The nervous heartbeats. The shift in the people here. The delicious scent of blood more attuned to the Force. They'd been made as Sith, or at least Dark Siders of some kind. She reached up, taking off the needless sunglasses so her ever glowing golden eyes could fall upon the one who'd set out to expose them.

"They're extremists that purge without reservation or care. Once marked, there is no slipping away. That's why the guard is in such an uproar, isn't it Crusader?" Uproar was a very, very large exaggeration. But the point remained. Every day people continued to hustle and bustle around them, going about their daily life. Unaware, for the moment, of how close death was.

"We will leave, without causing a fuss. Or many people are going to die. It's your choice." She kept her gaze on Jeren, a soft smile on her lips. A dangerous smile on her lips.

"So choose."

Mithara Cohen | Darth Razarač | Jeren Kestros | Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra

 

[Mithara Cohen]

The archway was a good cover for him to be placed at, there was no one actively looking in his direction or so he thought. The two guards that questioned him were now far gone, far away from whatever troubles they could have had with Mithara. The best thing he could do, was make it look like he was guarding this doorway at all times, far away from any possible action. From the side, he glanced at a set of rather ornately robed individuals starting to enter from the archway he stood at. Five in total, all wearing regal outfits with the one up being in charge of the whole group as they all proceeded to walk past Mithara, whom he hoped was unaware of what was going on.

As the five seem to converse, they started to split up in multiple directions towards the various groups that now exist in the halls. People start to mutter as one in particular started to go towards Mithara, whom merely stared with intent. Blinking a few times, there was no thought process of what to do, he had no weapon still, the Force was all he had to use in this instance. Anything done, will instantly trigger the room and get the entire hall placed on top of him. The spirit inside him, merely was awaiting for the regal robed one to pull to the side, revealing a cylinder like object, a lightsaber.

What will happen? How much time does he truly have left? Is there any form of intervention that can be done, or will more blood be spilt?

Alina Tremiru Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra Jeren Kestros Darth Razarač

 

[Jeren Kestros]

Location: Korriban
Tags: Alina Tremiru Mithara Cohen Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra Darth Razarač

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"Cultural heritage site, is it?" Jeren chuckled lightly. "I wouldn't say—"

The Juror did not have the chance to finish. The taller woman spoke, outing herself and the others with her. It was just as Jeren had suspected; followers of the Bogan had made another attempt to infiltrate this cursed place.

"I suppose we can be open about things now. I am Jeren Kestros, Holy Juror of Ashla, and you are servants of the Bogan." He fixed his sightless gaze upon her, the easy smile on his face faltering only slightly as he addressed her.

"Extremists who purge without reservation or care?" He echoed her words back to her incredulously. "Projection, perhaps. For one who has given themselves over to the service of the Bogan to accuse others of purging and destroying without reservation is rather ironic."

Jeren paused, considering the options before him. He did not know who these people were or what they had done, but they weren't big-time Sith lords. Were they even Sith, or just darksiders who were looking for a leg up on those they hated? He did not doubt the Crusade's ability to contain and eliminate their threat here and now, but would the collateral damage required to do such a thing be justified?

"I am glad to see that the Light has not so thoroughly deserted you that you've wholly given yourself over to your basest, most violent impulses. You recognize the situation you're in, and you wish to negotiate a quiet retreat rather than lashing out like a rabid animal. You are not beyond hope." Jeren nodded. "You would die here if we fought, but so would many other people. Good, faithful people."

The Miraluka tilted his head upward, reaching out again with his senses, taking stock of all that filled the room.

Another pause. He lowered his head to the others again before he spoke. "Very well. You understand, of course, that we cannot just trust you to leave on your own. I will escort you with a few others to a ship, whatever ship you came here in, and you will leave this place. Then you can return to whatever dark corner you've chosen to hide in, waiting for the purifying light of Ashla to find you as it has always found your kind."

 

[Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra]

Anthysius bit his lip. Denied again! The outrage of it...

Issan cleared her throat.

"Well that would be mighty generous of you, were what you said true..." she trailed off, glancing at her lord.

Anthysius exhaled.

"I am eager to see the purifying light of Ashla someday, but I wouldn't hold my breath."

Anthysius kept his body relaxed, but he waited for Alina's response. If she wished, he was more than happy to kill every last one of these, as the juror put it, debased grovelers.

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