@[member="Lee Radimus"] @[member="Kalia Walsh"] @[member="Josiah Denko"] @[member="Feena Mason"] @[member="Dharma Vessia"] @[member="Darren Shaw"] @Helios Meldonus Kingpriest @[member="Ember Rekali"]
It had been months since he'd uttered a syllable to another soul. The silence filled Helios with a deep reverence. He'd come to respect that he didn't need to explain anything, or dissuade anyone. Nothing has had to hinge on his word, and for that simplicity, the Eldorai found himself to be undeniably thankful.
His solitary traveling has left him with the accompaniment of his own thoughts, which have never ceased to continue turning about in his mind since he was a child, first gripping a rusty blade to kill a so called "bad guy," when in fact that bad guy was a Jedi.
Even at such a young age, darkness had always been a part of him. Innocence lost, or perhaps never attained. Helios would always live in darkness. He believes it to be of his nature. Apos' blanket shall be shadows, and his bed a never-ending night.
To an extent the loneliness in combination with the fear of insanity drove him to reveal himself to civilization once more. Helios took a deep breath of consideration before he flashed his golden eyes across a message on his Holopad from Feena Mason. He appreciated the silent message, it was a change of pace from listening to the drunkard's conversations at Cantinas and the rumors of loud, pompous women within the same vicinity to gather news. He sought to join the Confederacy's ranks. He'd be loyal of course, but as a figure he'd of course seek something greater and on a wider scale. War, perhaps? Helios himself didn't quite know what motivates him to think of what he does, or to act certain ways at certain times. In any case however, he always seeks to leave an impression...to say that he was once here, though there are those whom his touch shall affect for generations to come.
Thinking to the upcoming event, he'd noticed that he'd failed to meet Feena prior to this day, or anyone for that matter. By simple deduction he figured this would be more of a meeting for introductions than anything else. There were times in his past where he would ignore such an event, no matter how small it's significance. But these days he moved about his business a lot more competently then he had in the past and from time to time has even had conversations with Jedi. "Oh, Helios..." The Sith humorously thought to himself. His Masters of old must be turning over in their tombs as they watched over him. Helios gave his past life little thought, however. He'd made the decision to leave the Sith Order, though much couldn't be done to change his own logic and code, which both still heavily revolved around their teachings. Those traits in combination with a mind much less bloodthirsty than his former comrades, formed an individual whom had no problem even fighting alongside a Jedi Grandmaster, save he didn't say anything to the Sith. Helios's chest quickly rose and fell, followed by a sound similar to a chuckle before he lifted himself from his small bed.
His room was dimly lit, just how he liked it. His damaged eyes took much longer than others to adjust to bright light, which is why he's masked such dark markings around his eyes to help mitigate it when out of his quarters. A lone sconce, seemingly glued to the wall, was to Helios' backside. The shadow it cast past the Sith Lord almost prompted Helios to talk to it, but he'd left such madness behind with the Sith Order. Helios stood from his bed, pursing his gear to his body as he checked the time on his holopad. Punctuality was usually a virtue with Helios, but he's been more than distracted lately with...other demanding tasks. His garments, which consisted of a black tunic, boots, pants, wrist-braces, and gloves found themselves to their rightful places as he swooped his lightsaber-staff from a nearby hook next to his bed and placed it on another small, similar hook on his belt.
Back straight, posture perfect, he walked out of his room, the breeze of the hallway slightly blowing his long white-blonde hair momentarily before allowing it to rest once more upon his shoulders. He turned left, raising his right hand to move a stray hair from his forehead. If he were alone, he'd playfully blow air from his mouth upwards to move it but he actually felt it ridiculously unnecessary to do so in public. Approaching the elevator that would take him up to the meeting quarters, he bowed his head slowly at the patrons that exited in a manner that disallowed them to see his eyes and afterwards stepped in. He happened to be the only occupant, a thought which earned a sigh of satisfaction. Stepping out he made his way across the establishment and rounded the open door to Feena's meeting. The power contained within almost earned an eye-widening response from Helios. There was a powerful aura of Neutrality emanating from Darren while something much more different and contained masked Lee. A Darker presence of the Force came from Daxton and the Archon herself seemed a lot more positive of the two, even without hearing her speak first. He felt at place, in a room full of masters yet for lack of words, he simply bowed to the four of them and resided to a spot in the open floor opposite of where the four had already gathered.
