Private Taris Extravaganza

[Darth Acharon]

The Ruby Path had landed on Taris several hours ago, using some hastily made landing permits forged by Luzeri during their transit from Sith space to Silver space. Upon their arrival, only Cyrus and Wonderworker had departed from the vessel, making their way towards a rental speeder station near the starport. A few credits here and there, and the pair of them were on their way to the home of the Saresh family. They were not a particularly rich family, nor were they overly influential in terms of politics on Taris or the rest of the galaxy. What they were known for, however, was for producing a long line of force sensitives that almost inevitably joined the Jedi Orders of the galaxy. Cyrus was sure there was at least a few Saresh in the Silver Jedi Concord itself. Hopefully, they were not home today.

The other main reason the Saresh family was known was for their ability and talent in creating force imbued items. The Circlet of Saresh had been the prize possession of the family for generations in ancient times. Many Jedi had worn the item, increasing their power and enhancing their connection to the force. The Saresh were a proud lot, and they had boasted about that relic then before it was lost to time. Recently, Cyrus had heard rumors that the family had successfully produced another Circlet, and were preparing to send it off to the Silver Jedi Concord for their use.

Cyrus had brought his organization here today to stop that.

While the relic had been originally designed only to be useable by followers of the Light Side of the Force, Cyrus was certain through determination and work that he would be able to change that. First though, he had to secure the item. Turning to Wonderworker, Cyrus idly reached up to toy with the collar of his own suit jacket. He had spent the past few months wearing Sith combat clothing, and wearing a suit felt entirely too constraining. "Do you think the others are in position yet?"

The Amalgam

 

[Luzeri]

This was probably the easier job Alesha believed. It required some level of stealth, and gifts in the force had made such attempts far easier. She had put on a servants clothes regardless for now, but she wasn't planning to be seen. Her lance was in it's collapsed form, hidden up the sleeve underneath her arm so the sag of any clothing would help hide it, she only had to ensure her movement followed correctly.

Her job was to work with The Amalgam in order to locate the relic they were after. The girl cracked her neck, pulling back her hair into a ponytail, and took in a breath. Her presence in the force was silenced by instinct now, and within moments, she became practically invisible on top of that. Even any noise from her she did not intend seemed to become nearly non-existent.

She knew Darth Acharon and Wonderworker should be in their own positions by now. It was just up to her and this other woman. She spoke to The Amalgam , letting her voice escape the field of deception, "This shouldn't be too hard until we get to the circlet. I'm heading in, I can keep right behind the guards so there's no doors opening on their own. If you can hide yourself, that'll make things easier. If not, I'm headed to the security room, should be able to make you unseen to the cameras at least." she said.

 

[Wonderworker]

It was good to be around others again, considered the Wonderworker as he cast a glance back towards his associate. Whilst it was certainly a boon to be away from the loneliness with which he had begun to grow accustomed, he did recognize that he knew relatively little about the individuals with whom he had decided to work. Supposedly they were possessed of different skills and abilities which made them invaluable assets -- he had little doubt that he was just an asset as well, but that didn't bother him, but that didn't tell him much about what type of people they were. Perhaps he would get some semblance of their personality at the conclusion of their operation.

A gentle gust of wind from some far off storm brushed against his cheeks, reminding him of the absence of his mask. It felt a tad unusual to stow it away, but it would frankly draw far more attention than they needed. After all, they were meant to treat with the partygoers, and whilst a mask was a fascinating method of gaining anonymity, it did little to absolve attention. His face in contrast was unlikely to draw much attention whatsoever. He hadn't done anything to beautify any of his imperfections, perfectly satisfied with being utterly average, and easily forgettable in the process.

"I'm unfamiliar with their talents, but I should hope that they are satisfactorily prepared." He offered in answer to Cyrus' question, raising an eyebrow as he went through the process of playing with his collar. It seemed to be something of a nervous tic if he had to make a guess, but perhaps the tailoring of his garment was simply not up to snuff.

"I'll follow your lead - though if you did want to provide insight on your plan for us post-entrance, it would be appreciated." Any information that could be provided would make things run smoother, he considered. All the while, the question of whether or not the others had reached their positions flicked into the forefront of his mind... could they be trusted to fulfill their obligations? Would any of them be injured in the attempt? He certainly hoped that they maintained their safety.

Darth Acharon | Luzeri | The Amalgam

 

[The Amalgam]

Wearing: Resistance Epidermis

Armed with: First Degree Burn

Skin Shears (Purple, Double Bladed Lightsaber)


She had certainly ended up with interesting sorts.

Darth Acharon had ambition. Great ambition. The Amalgam had a mandate to drive such people further to the Dark Side. That was partly why she had at last agreed to help him in his quest.

The other reason was internally she was still smouldering over her daughters rejecting her utterly and wanted to distract herself.

She had been so certain their wills would break once they learned the truth. But they hadn't and she could not yet understand why....and it frustrated her like few other things. Going along with Cyrus was a way of distracting herself. She would have to be harsher now.

She was looking forward to it...

She knew nothing of the others, and they likewise.

She had to admit, Cyrus was certainly ambitious. Corrupting such a symbol was the way of doing damage to morale...it was a subtle method used by those who often end up making the best Sith Lords...

And they got to go to a party!

As soon as Cyrus and Wonderworker were off the ship and getting into position she was with Luzeri , who was quite skilled at hiding herself.

The Amalgam smiled her perfect smile, petite figure cloaking itself in the Force just as she could.

"Oh, I'll be quite alright. I used to break into places like this all the time...all those stuffy party goers just waiting to to get fleeced...too bad we're going for a stealth run..." she sighed wistfully, cloaking herself and following Luzeri. She could sneak into almost anywhere. Its how she had attacked tge planet Castagne with a Zombie Army after all...

OOC: I wasn't sure what position we are in currently since things kinda jumped right to the party so Im just following your lead, Luzeri, in position.