The Left Hand of God

[Adron Malvern]

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Location: In space, over Borosk | Objective: Briefing | Tags: [member="Xobos Yakieer"] [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]​

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There were times when the Dark Lord, Darth Malphas completely devoted himself to the ideas and doctrine of The Confederacy. He did such a thing so he could better ensure the safety and security of his future. The Confederacy was a worthy investment, and if his plans came to fruition then one day it would become the seat of his greatest power and the spear he could unleash upon a divided galaxy. Plans decades yet in the making. For now, power was what drove him to his ends, an he would need much more of it before the time would come where he could replace the current regime with his own.

The Silencer drifted silently in the space above the planet Borosk. It was shrouded from the rest of the galaxy, it may as well not have been there at all. Aboard the ship, were two lifeforms. [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] and [member="Xobos Yakieer"]. They were sister apprentices. However, they had never met until today. Each of them had been selected for this task because of their individual talents. Dianah was capable of disguising herself as any being in the galaxy that she chose, meaning her ability to craft a flawless disguise was unmatched. Xobos was far more noticeable, however she had her own talents as well. Her command of the Force and ability to see and track using the Force was something that would be well used here.

Both of the apprentices were given uniforms. These black and crimson robes were eerily similar to many of the ones that could be found among the current Sith Empire. They even held the Sith emblem on their waist band, to sweeten the icing on this cake. Both of the apprentices were given new lightsabers in place of their old ones. With the cliche of the crimson Sith blade, it would be very difficult for any person to believe these two were not servants of the Sith Emperor. They were in perfect disguise. Both of them were tasked to report to the ship's cockpit.

There stood their master.

The hologram was a bloody shade of red, causing the cockpit to become covered with a crimson glow. Their master stood, draped in a shadowy black cloak with the hood pulled over his face. The freighter could not be tied to him, his apprentices could not be identified, and still he took measures to protect his identity. His voice was distorted, even as he spoke he called the two by names that were not their own.

"Baroness." He said, pointing his gloved finger at [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]

"And Huntress." Now his finger was aimed at [member="Xobos Yakieer"].

"You both have a great deal to go before you have truly proven yourselves to me. Among all of my apprentices, the two of you rank in the lowest." A truth or a falsehood? One could never know. Yet, his voice did show the faint signs of anger. "Today you will reverse this or at the very least rid me of your weakness."

"I have given you the weapons and wardrobe of Sith from the Sith Empire. Under no circumstances are you to break this facade. Whoever sees you, whoever glimpses at you, must believe your loyalties lie with the Empire. Am I understood?" His tone had grown even now, yet the hologram left many questions in the realm of his thoughts.

"Now. With your true identities hidden I may tell you your mission." He began, waving his hand towards something off-screen.

In the next moment a picture of a young, vibrant haired woman appeared before the two. She was a well known Jedi Knight of the Silver Jedi Order, whether the two of them knew her or not would be irrelevant. "This woman is a member of the Silver Jedi Order. She is a capable Jedi Knight from my reports on her, and she should be arriving on Borosk shortly if she has not already."

"She has been sent by the Jedi Order to retrieve a special holocron from that planet. She is being led to believe that the Holocron belonged to the Sith Lord Darth Bane. This is not true, and if the Jedi were to find out the true nature of that device, then they would gain a substantial amount of power. Power better used by my hands." In reality the Holocron the woman had found was a powerful Jedi artifact, one that could hold more knowledge on the Light Side of the Force than many Jedi Masters were able to fathom.

"Bring me the Holocron and kill the Jedi. Fail me and you will find I have been kind up until now." With that, the holocron disappeared, leaving only the ominous threat lingering in the apprentice's minds.

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Objective: Skin the jedi Retrieve the holocron
Wearing: Sith Empire Uniform
Mental State: Bloodthirsty
Post: #1

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These robes were the worst. They felt heavy, cumbersome, and almost restrictive to her movements. She honestly wasn’t sure how some people were expected to fight with this ridiculous garb. Yet this was seemingly the uniform of an entire empire, and it worked for them. She would make it work for her, even if moving with it would take some getting used to. Xobos also didn’t like not being allowed to have her helmet, the one that covered her face. It gave her power, enjoyment, to know that her identity was under her own control. When her face was out there, that power lessened greatly.

The clothing and the subsequent thoughts Xobos had was enough to distract her momentarily from her meditations. She was having a pleasant conversation, at least, what could be descried as a pleasant, as it wasn’t filled with horrifying visions of death, conversation with the voices when the annoyance at the clothes cropped up. She let out a slightly annoyed sigh, opening her eyes at realizing that her meditation was probably over for now. Finding herself back it the cockpit of the ship, sitting cross legged in one of the few chairs, her eyes observed the other apprentice that had been included on this mission.

She was an interesting one. Possibly a few years older than herself, though there was never really an easy way to tell. It was obvious, however, that she knew what she was doing. That this wasn’t her first time being used on a mission. And if she had survived long enough to understand what was going on, that spoke to the power the woman held. It wasn’t someone to take for granted, though none of her sister apprentices were. Even if she had formed closer relationships with some of them, such as the mute, she knew to always be on her toes.

The hologram popping up in the middle of the cockpit was enough to quickly bring Xobos to her feet, boots hitting the ground and body standing at attention. As the briefing progessed, she could feel the voices in her mind beginning to stir, especially as the apprentices’ master named their target. “Jedi…” Ambrus’s voice rumbled through her mind like a tidal wave, the angry and hatred from the voice reaching every point. Even Ora, the more tempered of the pair, couldn’t help but let lose her own, “Hm. A servant of the light. A dog…”

Xobos grumbled a response, almost sounding like she was talking to herself. But as the hologram ended, she gave a silent, head bow in the direction of her master not wanting him to believe she wasn’t listening. He knew of the voices, but the woman to her left didn’t. It’d be interesting to work with her, and see how she’d react to Xobos and how she fought. Perhaps the pair could become a good team. If not, then there would be no reservations on the Miraluka’s mind to leave her behind on this planet.

Turning to her, she gave the same, small head bow, before proceeding over to one of the pilots chairs. “Come on now. There’s no reason to keep out little jedi friend on the surface waiting, is there?”

 

[Darth Miseria]

For a while now, the cockpit had been silent. Her travelling companion didn’t seem to be one for conversation, much to the chagrin of the bubbly sable skinned woman.

Silence gave her plenty of time to think, and all she could think about was the get up she had been forced to wear. The uniform didn’t exactly fit. It was loose in some parts and much to tight in others. Dianah wedged a finger into the neck and made an attempt to pull the material away from her skin. Each time she moved in the chair the thick cloak would get stuck under her thighs, tugging uncomfortably at the clasp that encircled her throat. The weight, she was more than used too. Beskar was much heavier than this, and the light fabric actually made a rather nice change to her usual choice of armour.

Suddenly the room filled with fluorescent light, shading the cockpit in a brilliant scarlet hue and brought the pair of them spinning in their chairs. The sight of Adron was a welcome distraction, as would be the mission that he had come to deliver. Dianah couldn't help but smirk to herself at her sister apprentice’s gumption, it certainly was admirable. Where she stood to attention, Dianah simply stood. Ceremony at this point was a waste of time, Dianah just wanted to get on with it.

Adrons voice echoed through her mind, soft static tainting every word.

A covert mission. She had been here once before. Granted, Adron had been with her at the time, and a room full of quivering board members were certainly of no threat to the two sith. The reward then was the opportunity to oversee Adron’s business, a most profitable venture so far. If they were instead to face a highly trained Jedi Dianah could only dream of what the reward might be for success on this occasion. Even if they couldn’t manage to slaughter this woman, Dianah had a feeling that the holocron was worth enough to Adron that leaving her blood and bruised would suffice.

At least Dianah knew what he was expecting her to do, perhaps the very reason why the uniform didn’t fit quite right. If not he had provided her the perfect opportunity to make it.

'I can't think of anything.' Dianah flashed her companion a brief smile in response and followed her over to other pilot's chair. When sat her voice was replaced by a barely audible cracking, and as the ship swooped down toward their destination it grew. Her bones might have been entirely remodeling themselves, but the shift wasn’t as painful as it sounded. Even if it was the anonymity it provided was worth it. By the time they touched down on Borosk, Dianah Vi’dreya would resemble someone entirely different.

[member=Xobos Yakieer] | [member=Adron Malvern] | [member=Asaraa Vaashe]​

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: Borosk
Mission: Retrieve Artifact
Gear: Fate's Dance | Nephil and Seraph | Keravanos | Svalinn

Missions from the assembly were never boring, Asaraa had to give them that much. When you weren't running off to deal with a humanitarian crisis on one world, there was an attack to defend against or pirates to hunt down, no-one could say the life of a Jedi was a boring one. At least normally. After Azure, well she knew for a fact that the assembly was babying her a little, quieter assignments, a chance for her to catch her breath and recover. No Jedi could just be ignored as a tool, but she'd almost died on the planet, stretching herself more than she ever had before and it had taken some time for her to recover, both physically and with her connection to the force. The Jedi glanced down at a gloved hand, clenching it slowly into a fist before she gestured, a nearby rock floating up off the path to rest infront of her eyes before dropping to the floor again. She felt better, but then these things, you were never truly sure until you testedd yourself in the crucible, she'd tried that once when recovering and nearly collapsed, but she'd learned her lesson then...kinda. Hopefully next time she wouldn't have the same issue.

Taking a deep breath the Jedi exhaled slowly, crystal blue eyes the abandoned military base, with it's hidden treasure nestled somewhere in it's secure storage. A simple find and extract, this shouldn't be too hard but, it did feel good to be off on her own, if only for a little while. While it was nice to know others cared, she wasn't a china doll and could handle a mission like this herself. Closing her eyes the young pink-haired young woman took another deep breath, the scents of the planet filling her lungs. She wasn't the tracked she had once had been, couldn't tell each scent and what it belonged to, couldn't track everything around her just by sounds and smells but she could still smell the nature around herself, the comforting sensation of being alone on the planet.

The sound of her footsteps were soft, lost in the sounds of animals around her as she let her mind drift back, the last time she'd come on a mission like this it had involved running into a collection of Sith Acolytes. That had been back during her training with Josh, and the two of them had had to cut their way through the group, there'd been no other choice. She'd seen a lot since then and for a moment she wondered if she'd run into another cult, a mirroring of that mission. It was probably not for the best to look to fight but, well you couldn't complain about a nice simple mission could you? Reaching for the bottle of water at her side the girl took a sip, letting the water roll around her mouth before securing the bottle again. She could have landed in the base itself, but why risk being attacked by any defenses that were still active? This way, she got to stretch her legs too, and that wasn't too bad. With a bounce in her step Asaraa continued on her path, mind not really focused on what was ahead, drifting along the currents of hte force as she day dreamed under the morning sun.

[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Xobos Yakieer"] | [member="Adron Malvern"]​

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Objective: Skin the jedi Retrieve the holocron
Wearing: Sith Empire Uniform
Mental State: Bloodthirsty
Post: #2
Tags: [member="Adron Malvern"], @Dianah Vi'Dreya, [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]

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Borosk used to be a military planet, used by many a different faction as a stronghold due to its forested areas and relatively small distance to the significan Yaga minor. So as the shuttle began to descend into the lower atmosphere, and the planet map hologram popped up in the middle of the console, Xobos wasn’t surprised to see their current pathway heading toward one of the major military bases on the surface. She spoke up, eyes flickering from the hologram to the viewport, musing over the possibilities of how to attack this. “We’re headed toward one of the bigger bases on the surface…more than likely it’s been abandoned for some time.”

The sounds emanating from the woman’s seat caused her to look over curiously, and as she realized what was going on, the Miraluka decided to pull her eyes away and focus back on the hologram. Words began to flow across her mind, spoken by the voices as they offered their own input. “If the jedi dog is already on the planet…then there is no time to waste. We must land and find them. Immediately.” Ambrus’s anger was quite evident, yet it was Ora who spoke the words that Xobos found the most insightful. “Or…we land outside the base, find the jedi’s ship..and disable it. Let them find the holocron, then take it once it’s found.”

Letting the jedi do the work while also disabling their only way off planet seemed like a much better idea. With a small smirk peaking at the edge of her lips, Xobos began to pilot the shuttle toward the outskirts of the base, hopefully far enough that they would not be seen or felt through the force. As the ship touched down on the ground, the blind woman reached up to her neck, pulling the cloth hood over her face. Turning to her fellow sister apprentice, the Miraluka began to lay out her plan. “Alright, so..here’s the idea. One of us finds the jedi’s ship, disables it to the point where it can’t take off. That doesn’t mean blowing it up…”

Xobos made sure this point stuck, making sure her fellow apprentice understood what she meant before continuing. “While the other tracks that jedi, lets her find the holocron. Once that is done, then that apprentice will communicate to the other and key them in on their location. We should take advantage of the numbers advantage that we have, and not try to take on this jedi one on one.” Her hands extended outward in a finished motion, looking the other apprentice up and down. “Well, thoughts? And which do you know that you can complete, if we chose to go with this plan.”

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[Darth Miseria]

‘You’re a spoil-sport.’ A grin spread over her face as she remarked on the point her sister apprentice stressed, but to the rest, Dianah nodded her head in agreement. Xobos had, mostly, stolen the words right out of her mouth. 'Well…’ She began. ‘Seeing as I can change my appearance, I think it might be best for you to tail her from a distance. It’ll be easier for me to slip in and out unnoticed, especially if she’s left someone behind on the ship.’ By the time they were gliding over the planet surface, Dianah had begun to change. Everything that resembled the sable skinned daughter of Darth Metus melted away piece by piece. The pigment in her skin had started to fade into a pale, paperwhite. Her bones snapped and cracked into place, molding her form to fit the armour. Her eyes went from a dark chocolate brown to the hue of violent orange flame. Anyone who knew Dianah (save for Jaron and Madalena) wouldn’t have recognized her if they were standing an inch from her face.

It felt good to be in this form again. Freeing. This particular face hadn’t been used since her days in the Jen’ari Empire, and there were very few alive or around today to recognize it. The days blurred into one back then. Mission after endless mission, always on the move, always filled with adrenaline. Dianah missed it.

The lithe young woman stood from her seat, sweeping the ebony material over the snow-white hair that tumbled down her shoulders. With a gentle jolt, the ship pressed up against the earth and Dianah made straight for the door. ‘I can find you once I’ve had a little fun with her ship. It shouldn’t take me too long.’ For a moment Dianah almost wanted to warn her fellow apprentice that it might have been best to wait for her before engaging the Jedi, but she knew it wasn’t needed. Adron was no fool. He picked his apprentices wisely. Whatever Dianah felt was important, she was sure Xobos felt the same. ‘Just be careful.’ The last part wasn’t a warning or a piece of advice, it was merely a small kindness.

The shi’ido rolled her shoulders and stepped off the ship’s ramp and into the daylight. The brief flash of the map she’d seen on the ship was imprinted in her mind. The Jedi ship wasn’t too far from their current location, but they’d done well to land a little away from it just in case this didn’t exactly go to plan. Dianah swung on her heel, giving her sister apprentice a hearty wave. ‘I’ll catch up with you soon.’ She spoke as she took ginger steps back on the thick forest undergrowth. ‘No explosions… I promise.’ One of her sulphuric irises disappeared behind a milk-white lid and came coupled with a mischievous grin. She meant it, of course. A big boom wouldn’t exactly help them with stealth, but Dianah couldn’t help trying to entice the flicker of concern on Xobos’ face.

[member=Xobos Yakir] | [member=Asaraa Vaashe]​

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: Borosk
Mission: Retrieve Artifact
Gear: Fate's Dance | Nephil and Seraph | Keravanos | Svalinn

There was something, something off about the situation on the planet, some vague sense of danger drifting through the force. It wasn't anything specific, it wasn't anything Asaraa could put a finger on. The feeling was more akin to an icecube trailing down her back, someone blwoing on her neck, it was ripples in the surface of the force that stretched out around her. She didn't know who or what was causing it, but hte portent of danger was unmistakable, and she wasn't feeling like ignoring it. Asaraa knew that there were Jedi so intune with the force that they could use it to sense the goings on on a planet, in the galaxy, those who could reach out to locate the one event, the one person causing hte ripples in the pond long before they were ready to show themselves. The pink-haired one wasn't one of those. Her talents had always been more towards the immediate, the physical. She might wish she had those kind of powers but that wasn't her lot in this world.

Footsteps slowed for a moment as the Jedi considered her options, she could turn back, call off the mission and come back another day with some back-up...only that would be playing right into those stories, those perceptions that had been hounding her since Azure. The claims that she'd lost her nerve, that she no-longer had the mettle to take on the missions that a Jedi would have to. Oh, no-one would say it to her face, but it would be there in the pitying looks, the quiet whipspers that would haunt her. That wasn't an outcome that she was willing to accept. Forewarned was forearmed right? It didn't feel like she was in immediate danger, that the oncoming danger would be more than she could handle...but it didn't hurt to make sure.

Any thoughts of enjoying a trip in the sun were thrown to the wayside now, Asaraa's mind was firmly rooted in the present. Even as she started back down the path, towards the ruins she was lost in her head, lost in the force casting her senses out over as wide an area as she could manage. There was a trust every forceuser achieved with that energy that surrounded them, Asaraa might have railed against hte idea of pre-determination but when it came ot letting the fforce guide her it had never let her down. Sure steps guided her around potholes nad puddles, past obstacles as her might drifted elsewhere, seeking out any danger, and risk that might be coming for her, that would find her ready as she drew closer an closer to teh holocron and the vault it was hidden in.

[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Xobos Yakieer"]

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

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Objective: Retrieve the holocron
Wearing: Sith Empire Uniform
Mental State: Bloodthirsty
Tags: [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]
Post: #2

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Hearing the sounds of cracking bones and stretching skin made her skin crawl all over. And at no point during the changing of her partner did she want to turn around and see the transformation for herself, as the sounds that were emanating from the back of the shuttle were plenty enough for her. When they finally subsided, she turned to see the woman looking much different than before, quite interestingly enough. “Well..now that is certainly a useful power. Some species are just extraordinary,” Ora remarked as the pair of apprentices headed back to the launching ramp of the shuttle.

Xobos certainly wasn’t used to someone telling her to be careful at this point in her training, and that coupled with the wave from the other apprentice shocked her in silence enough to only nod her head before watching the woman take off into the forest. “Shes..an odd one for sure. Not that we’re exactly normal.” She gave a little shrug, flipped her hood over her head, then sprinted for the temple. She was intent on catching up to the jedi before she had gotten to the holocrone, as prying it from her hands would be much harder than just taking it herself.

From where they landed, it didn’t take long to make it to the ruins. Certainly a place that had seen better days. Navigating this place would take plenty of concentration, though following a certain presence in the force would hopefully make things quite easier. Saying this was much harder than actually attempting to follow a lightsider, especially while also trying to hide her own presence. Though she did have an idea on how to accomplish that second bit.

With a deep, long exhale, Xobos could feel herself gathering the dark energies around her like a shadow, slowing coating and covering her essence in the force. Before long, it felt as though her entire presence was one with the force, and ebb and flow that was simultaneous. To an outside glance, one might catch the shadowy presence out of the corner of the eye, yet would not be able to distinguish it from the shadows that choked the light of the ruins. Satisfied with her shadowy cover, Xobos pushed into the ruins, ready to meet whatever fate the force dictated.

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