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[Aris Noble]

Well this escalated quickly. Aris raised a brow as he watched and said nothing.

The Librarian, similarly, said nothing. If this was the level of trouble over two kids who may or may not be pretending to be Sith, and one of them even claiming to be of Carnifex's brood, then, she had nothing more to do with it. She hummed as she turned, once more bumping into something in the process though thankfully nothing fell over, and walked to leave.

"Very well. Good bye, Little Warrior and Aris Zambrano. If you make it to the Malsheem I'll gladly answer your questions there."

Braze | Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax | Kyraj | Madrona A’Mia

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax Kyraj Aris Noble Madrona A’Mia

"If you truly held the 'great stature' you claim, I'd expect you could afford some manners," Braze countered, his eyes flicking to the Sith's hand as it released the librarian. He seemed to relax, sensing that Kyraj had already yielded to his warning. With a swift, fluid motion, Braze deactivated his blade, flourishing the hilt before securing it at his hip. A small, confident smirk played on his lips as he glanced up. Despite his youth, the scars peeking out from his gloves and the marks etched into his pale skin spoke of experience beyond his years.

"Your insecurity in facing someone of smaller stature is duly noted," he continued, his tone laced with mockery. "I suppose a life cushioned by privilege leaves one lacking the... testicular fortitude to draw a blade and mean it. Calling for backup—how typical." Braze's smirk deepened. "But if you want to taste defeat along with the floor, feel free to strike first."

Before Kyraj could respond, Braze's com-link chimed. Glancing at Aris, who was beside him, Braze quickly tapped the communicator. His tone shifted immediately, becoming apologetic and respectful. He held it in a way that Ari's figure would be seen by the com-link.

"Lady Pallex... I apologize for disturbing you."

Braze winced but couldn't help the grin tugging at the corner of his lips, and moved to purse his lips to try and school his features to stop that little grin from staying there. "In my defense, I didn't expect things to get this complicated. We're just a little... lost on Korriban. No big deal, right?"

He could almost feel her eyes narrowing through the holocall.

Taking a breath, he continued. "We've gotten ourselves in a bit of trouble. My companion and I... well, it looks like we're about to be detained or maybe even arrested."

His tone grew more serious, despite the earlier smile. "I didn't want to trouble you, but... I need your orders. What should I do?"

Braze's voice carried the weight of his respect and understanding of the gravity of the situation. "I'm sorry for causing this inconvenience and such trouble."

 

[Madrona A’Mia]

She wasn't so sure as Kyraj about all that, but she was never the kind to put stock in family ties nor one to boast of her own social ties. It was perhaps an endearing quality of her companion, that he'd never let himself be mistaken for anyone lesser than he was. Pride was not her particular sin, nor wrath. A'Mia however was voracious, even now her gaze gleamed with a hungry curiosity while the scene played out before her, the librarian departed, and tension seemed to shift to something less immediately physical.

Ever a glutton for information and presented with such a clear target, the Neti turned to loom a bit nearer the smaller boy as his com-link took his attention for a moment. She kept the taller boy in her periphery, less interested in his calm stoicism, while leaving room for Kyraj to act if things still came to blows.

"Oh-" her tone took on an almost earnest concern, "You're lost are you?"

As she loomed the boy's energetic weave came into clearer focus, though she couldn't quite put her finger on something about him which didn't quite seem right. Unbeknownst to her, the Iroai amulet deceived at least a portion of her senses. However, shatterpoints were not alterable in the same way physical or even certain energetic forces were. They were more like lines of fate, threads of the greater Weave which entangled them all, and A'Mia honed in on that. She watched intently and recognized the boy was likely not only overconfident of his capabilities as many youth were, but she guessed that he was perhaps also a prideful and braggadocios creature. His call to a trusted adult though, made her wonder if his caution might outweigh that. One way to find out.

"Surely we don't pose that much trouble to one such as you. I'm sure we could work this all out ourselves couldn't we?"

A'Mia gave no outward sign of menace, but the looping coils of her many limbs readied for violence beneath the loose robes draping her body, in case Kyraj intended to make good on his threats to detain the pair.

Tags: Braze Aris Noble

 

[Braze]

"Surely we don't pose that much trouble to one such as you. I'm sure we could work this all out ourselves couldn't we?"

Prideful and boastful—these traits defined Braze. The selfish little brat thrived on attention, praise, and recognition, often to his own detriment. Yet, he understood this wasn't his playground, and these weren't the peers he was used to. The rules were different on the other side of the looking glass, and he knew well the atrocities committed by those who claimed the moniker of Sith.

He had followed Aris Noble here, wanting to help his friend find something that felt like a missing piece. But Braze also had his own motives—he sought knowledge of that blade of power: how it worked, how it was made, and most importantly, how it could be undone. He pursued this with a clear goal—to ensure Lord Kalrath 's downfall. That required knowledge, for knowledge was power.

Ideally, he wanted to keep his master, Jasper Kai'el , in the dark about this little excursion. It wasn't sanctioned, and for good reason, as Braze was starting to realize. He knew it would be forbidden, but part of him wondered if Jasper might have understood—if only Braze had asked. Communication and social finesse were not his strongest suits. He preferred asking for forgiveness over permission, something he was starting to realize wasn't the best strategy here.

Unbeknownst to him, his ever-watchful guardian, Aether of the Iron Order , had been trailing him and his companion. Braze hadn't thought to call him, wanting to avoid arousing suspicion on a Sith world and the inevitable fallout that would follow. It seemed that playing with fire did indeed have its consequences.

Instead, Braze sought help from someone else— Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax . He hoped she might assist him in navigating this precarious situation with a touch of subtlety. He wanted to believe he could trust her, and that she could trust him. This was about to be the ultimate trial by fire to see if that was truly the case.

The little spitfire's mind swirled with possibilities, thoughts spiraling into countless tangents in mere moments. Overthinking was another one of his flaws. His somber jade-green eyes flicked toward the woman, seeing her for what she truly was—for what all Sith were. A conniving, manipulative individual seeking only enlightened self-interest.

No matter how sweet her words, nothing she would advise would be for his benefit. That said, she earned herself a less hostile response than Kyraj 's poor display of deportment had in his eyes.

Braze turned his comlink, ensuring that @Madrona A'Mia was visible to Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax .

"I am not permitted to act without consulting my master," Braze began, his tone carrying an odd sense of self-discipline. "You and your companion have decided to intervene in my tasks, and my performance is suffering thanks to your perceived need to display dominance and power. My master may as well understand from the source why I am being delayed and waylaid over trivial matters when I have a mission to complete."

He let the weight of his words settle before turning his full attention to A'Mia. Braze regarded Madrona A’Mia with an unblinking stare, his jade-green eyes narrowing slightly as he picked up on her tone. He was not ignorant of the currents running through this moment—the quiet threat beneath her words, the watchful readiness in her posture. He could feel her curiosity trying to unravel him, to pick him apart. But Braze was no stranger to such games.

His grip on the comlink tightened for just a moment before he let out a controlled breath.

"Lost?" he repeated, his tone even but carrying an edge. "No. You misunderstand me. I know exactly where I am, and more importantly, I know why I'm here." He lifted his chin, meeting her gaze without flinching, the subtle undercurrent of defiance clear in his posture.

"As for trouble..." He tilted his head slightly, the hint of a wry smile pulling at his lips. "I've never been one to back down from a challenge. But understand this—I'm not here to play your games. My time and focus are valuable, and my task is more important than petty posturing." His voice remained calm, but his words carried the weight of his convictions.

Braze took a step forward, holding the gaze of both A'Mia and Kyraj . "You're right, though. We could work this out ourselves. But if my performance is to suffer because of unnecessary delays or your need to prove something, then my master will hear of it. And I assure you," he added, his voice dropping slightly, "that's a conversation none of us will enjoy."

His eyes flicked between them, reading their reactions. "So, what will it be? Cooperation—or more complications?"

With a slight tilt of his head, Braze allowed a brief, almost mischievous smirk to cross his lips. The plucky Padawan wasn't only responding to the tension—he was making a bid at controlling it. His words were precise, deliberate, and meant to unravel their confidence as they had tried to unravel his. In a his best efforts at putting on a masterful display of Dun Möch, he had flipped the script, trying to force his opponents into the uncomfortable position of deciding how far they were willing to push.

For a moment, there was something unsettling about him. If he were truly the Sith apprentice he was pretending to be, Braze would have been a dangerously effective one—his talent for manipulation and psychological warfare already showing an unnerving promise. It was a game few Padawans could play, but Braze never shied away from danger.

He thrived on it.

 

[Aris Noble]

"Are you trying to arrest us or are you trying to talk to us?" Aris tilted his head, very visibly confused now.

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

Current Location: The Drepane | Malsheem > Korriban

Spoiler

"Lady Pallex... I apologize for disturbing you."

Braze winced but couldn't help the grin tugging at the corner of his lips, and moved to purse his lips to try and school his features to stop that little grin from staying there. "In my defense, I didn't expect things to get this complicated. We're just a little... lost on Korriban. No big deal, right?"

He could almost feel her eyes narrowing through the holocall.

Taking a breath, he continued. "We've gotten ourselves in a bit of trouble. My companion and I... well, it looks like we're about to be detained or maybe even arrested."

His tone grew more serious, despite the earlier smile. "I didn't want to trouble you, but... I need your orders. What should I do?"

Braze's voice carried the weight of his respect and understanding of the gravity of the situation. "I'm sorry for causing this inconvenience and such trouble."

The Epicanthix Valkyrie listened closely to the explanation given by Braze. The moment he said sorry she rolled her eyes towards the boy clearly unimpressed hearing those words. "Do not apologize." She snapped in a calm dementor. "You know instead of calling, you could have just cut them down in the name of my darling. You are my apprentice are you not?" After she had asked that question, the Amazonian began to smirk.

Her eyes took notice of the stunning resemblance to Kaine. She could only think of a few possibilities as to why braze would call one a friend. Perhaps it was one of those nobles, though He was also Korriban so it could be one of the other lines or a concubines spawn. She'd find out soon regardless. "Your orders are to wait there. I am on my way."

Spoiler

Braze turned his comlink, ensuring that Madrona A'Mia was visible to Teresa Zambrano .

"I am not permitted to act without consulting my master," Braze began, his tone carrying an odd sense of self-discipline. "You and your companion have decided to intervene in my tasks, and my performance is suffering thanks to your perceived need to display dominance and power. My master may as well understand from the source why I am being delayed and waylaid over trivial matters when I have a mission to complete."

He let the weight of his words settle before turning his full attention to A'Mia. Braze regarded Madrona A’Mia with an unblinking stare, his jade-green eyes narrowing slightly as he picked up on her tone. He was not ignorant of the currents running through this moment—the quiet threat beneath her words, the watchful readiness in her posture. He could feel her curiosity trying to unravel him, to pick him apart. But Braze was no stranger to such games.

His grip on the comlink tightened for just a moment before he let out a controlled breath.

As Braze began to turn the comlink around she had stood and changed to where the holo was projecting from in her room. Her hand raised up affecting braze's device to change the projection. "That's better now I can see everyone." Everyone present in the library would see a 7ft 4" tall hologram of the Blackened Valkyrie projected. Big heavy feathered wings hung from the woman's back. She stared down at the hologram of Madrona A’Mia with her golden-orange eyes wrapped in black voids. One thing A'mia might notice was the similar looking amulet that the boy had too.

Spoiler: some kinda order

"Oh-" her tone took on an almost earnest concern, "You're lost are you?"

As she loomed the boy's energetic weave came into clearer focus, though she couldn't quite put her finger on something about him which didn't quite seem right. Unbeknownst to her, the Iroai amulet deceived at least a portion of her senses. However, shatterpoints were not alterable in the same way physical or even certain energetic forces were. They were more like lines of fate, threads of the greater Weave which entangled them all, and A'Mia honed in on that. She watched intently and recognized the boy was likely not only overconfident of his capabilities as many youth were, but she guessed that he was perhaps also a prideful and braggadocios creature. His call to a trusted adult though, made her wonder if his caution might outweigh that. One way to find out.

He let the weight of his words settle before turning his full attention to A'Mia. Braze regarded Madrona A’Mia with an unblinking stare, his jade-green eyes narrowing slightly as he picked up on her tone. He was not ignorant of the currents running through this moment—the quiet threat beneath her words, the watchful readiness in her posture. He could feel her curiosity trying to unravel him, to pick him apart. But Braze was no stranger to such games.

His grip on the comlink tightened for just a moment before he let out a controlled breath.

"Lost?" he repeated, his tone even but carrying an edge. "No. You misunderstand me. I know exactly where I am, and more importantly, I know why I'm here." He lifted his chin, meeting her gaze without flinching, the subtle undercurrent of defiance clear in his posture.

"Surely we don't pose that much trouble to one such as you. I'm sure we could work this all out ourselves couldn't we?"

"Are you trying to arrest us or are you trying to talk to us?" Aris tilted his head, very visibly confused now.

"As for trouble..." He tilted his head slightly, the hint of a wry smile pulling at his lips. "I've never been one to back down from a challenge. But understand this—I'm not here to play your games. My time and focus are valuable, and my task is more important than petty posturing." His voice remained calm, but his words carried the weight of his convictions.

Braze took a step forward, holding the gaze of both A'Mia and Kyraj . "You're right, though. We could work this out ourselves. But if my performance is to suffer because of unnecessary delays or your need to prove something, then my master will hear of it. And I assure you," he added, his voice dropping slightly, "that's a conversation none of us will enjoy."

His eyes flicked between them, reading their reactions. "So, what will it be? Cooperation—or more complications?"

"Ahem," her eyes snapped towards braze a furrow on her brow as his mouth was beginning to run a little much. "Who says I wont enjoy the... Conversation. Besides your performance has already suffered little warrior, I mean you did embarrass yourself not that long ago training with my husband, you just can't stop getting into trouble. Suppose it does come with being a warrior." The Valkyrie could not resist the chuckle that escaped teasing the small one.

Once again Teresa's eyes fell back onto the holograms of A'mia and Kyraj. "As my apprentice said Cooperation, or tools for my amusement? I am quite interested to see what this one looks on the inside," Her attention focused on the more unique one of the two. There was a hope they'd be around by the time she arrived and that perhaps they'd give her reason to have a new subject to torture.

The door to her room hissed open as Darth Pellax's head retainer walked into the room. "My Lady, I have done as instructed. We will be arriving above Korriban shortly. It is just needing your input." Komi's eyes diverted away from Teresa for a second straight at Braze. She noticed her Mistresses gesture to approach and then a finger over her lips as to be hushed.

Komi walked over and stood besides the Valkyrie who towered her. Though once the projector picked her up, the red head subtly waved towards the boy with a big smile on her face.

Teresa closed her eyes focusing the the Key instructing it with an image from her own mind. She'd seen Korriban plenty, she had seen the library. That picture was clear in the womans head and that influence transmitted across the ship and to the Valkyrie Key. A rift soon opened connecting two points like a tear in space. The Vacuum between the two was stable. Everyone near a viewport in the vicinity of Malsheem would see the sight of Korriban while it was the reverse on the other side.

The thrusters on the Drapane began to fire slowly nudging the ship forwards bringing it right above the library.

Braze Aris Noble Kyraj Madrona A’Mia​

Spoiler: Lightsabers and equipment

Teresa's Sith Outfit
Iroai Amulet

Old Owners Lightsaber

Ancient Lightsaber

Trandoshan Jedi's Lightsaber

Fathers Lightsaber

Svikin hjörtu

Sekitangara

 

[Darth Metus]

LIBRARY

"Y'all do know this is a library, right?"

The sable-skinned man poked his head out from behind one of the stacks. His brow was ever so slightly furrowed. Kids these days clearly had no respect for the most basic of institutions. Libraries were not the place for posturing or flopping one's saber on the table. They were a place of diligent study. Quietly for that matter.

"Mind running along? Some of us have work to do. I swear."​

Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax , Aris Noble , Braze , Madrona A’Mia , Kyraj​

 

[Madrona A’Mia]

A'Mia blinked for the first time their encounter, suddenly on the spot when Braze turned his com-link on her. She paused only a beat before bowing to the visage of Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax , her large eyes remaining up so as to keep everyone in her view. When she straightened up, she blinked again somewhat bemused by the rate at which the boy's mouth ran. It seemed that her and Kyraj had indeed turned over a charr ant nest. She supposed the time was nigh to choose between honey or a magnifying glass.

Her attention flicked to Aris Noble briefly, then to an annoyed bystander, and finally back to the boisterous little warrior.

"You will forgive us, I hope, if we are in fact interceding where we do not belong. However you must surely appreciate that the denizens of this great and Holy World of Sith do so value the sanctity of security, as well as the careful maintenance of hard earned knowledge."

Her hands swept out to either side, indicating the amassed treasure the library and its information surrounding them.

"And furthermore," she went on, her tone becoming yet friendlier - more deferential even, "I hope that you will forgive me for not knowing Darth Pellax has an apprentice."

With honeyed tone and a glitter in those wide, strange eyes, she finished with a question in the Old Tongue - the ancient Sith language which was first carved into the very bedrock of Korriban itself, preserved there in temples and tombs and now so rarely spoken outside of truly dark circles.

"¿Ir isar tu xauti ji kia buti zo feyd Meistras?"

"Do you find her to be a fair Master?"

Braze likely had some kind of universal translator, and it was not an airtight test by any means, but a question spoken in the Old Tongue would beget the polite response of an answer in the same language. A’Mia watched carefully, awaiting more data with which to calculate her next move.

​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Madrona A’Mia Aris Noble Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax

"Who says I wont enjoy the... Conversation. Besides your performance has already suffered little warrior, I mean you did embarrass yourself not that long ago training with my husband, you just can't stop getting into trouble. Suppose it does come with being a warrior.

Braze paused, her words hitting harder than expected. For a moment, the defiance in his jade-green eyes flickered, and he fell silent. He chose to hold his tongue, deciding it was best to stay quiet unless spoken to directly.

"¿Ir isar tu xauti ji kia buti zo feyd Meistras?"

"Do you find her to be a fair Master?"

Ever since Braze's first encounter with a Sith Tomb, where he had met Aliris Tremiru , who had stolen and bled the very crystal in his saber at the moment, he'd garnered a morbid fascination with the Sith. He had stood against the Ashlan Crusader who sought to do her harm and swore no harm would come to her.

He'd poured a good amount of his academic studies into learning what little he could about the language of the Sith. He knew Alina Tremiru was on his list of powerful Sith whom he vowed would face consequences for what they had done to Aliris Tremiru . But understanding such a complex issue was far beyond the normal confines of what knowledge the Jedi had to offer. He had not forgotten about his friend. Likely, much to Jasper Kai'el 's dismay, those events had only deepened Braze's interest in learning about the Sith to further his goals.

The Forgotten Jedi Master, Gabriel Pryce , had been a good historian and recognized the piece of temple wall the moment Braze had revealed having it. This led to the discovery of the existence of the

the Bogan collection

He'd even come to understand and recognize what a Sith wayfinder looked like, thanks to Maldor Mecetti 's presence on Aithusa, and the man's interest in uncovering more about the dark relics.

Even when Braze was tasked with detention by the honorable Master Oros , he had been made privy to where the restricted sections of the library were located.

Following his other stint in the library, where he'd spoken to a few passionate individuals about Sith ideology, both his initial meeting with Onrai and her fallacious academic presumptions had further fueled his interest. This was quickly followed by an assignment Gabriel Pryce had given him, leading to research essays on both Beneath the Mask: Exploring the Mythos of Darth Revan and Reevaluating Sith Orthodoxy: The Case of Darth Marr. Even his meeting with Akhema spurred his desire for education on the Sith to new heights. He was unusually well-studied for a Padawan in this regard and had been learning the Sith language from an academic perspective to support his understanding. After all, knowledge is indeed power, and Braze needed to understand the enemy to defeat his enemy.

His eyes turned to @Madrona A'Mia with a flicker of recognition—the language she spoke was unmistakable. He understood exactly what she said. Braze knew that to embark on any venture with Aris Noble to Sith territories, especially on Korriban of all places, he would need to have a fluent grasp of the ancient Sith language. Attempting such an escapade without that confident understanding would be reckless, even incredibly foolish. Yet, there remained a certain taboo surrounding the act of actually speaking the language aloud.

Braze's jade-green eyes flickered with recognition as A'Mia spoke the Old Tongue. For a brief moment, he paused, weighing his words carefully. Despite the unspoken taboo surrounding the ancient Sith language, he knew the challenge in her question was deliberate. His gaze briefly shifted to Aris Noble before locking back onto A'Mia, his expression steady.

In fluent Sith, Braze responded, his voice measured yet edged with subtle intensity:

"¿Ir Meistras? Nu zenoti tave jena'tis kia buti justicia, iv tave j'us darijona nuyak savas. Meistras anas tave ziur siautana j'us kash nuyak tave stieki nulis, ir anas gu'sidas, kash xiinta asaria. Nu iras dziav azin nuyak suutas."

("A fair Master? I believe it depends on the strength of one's devotion. My Master rewards those who are most loyal with the sweetest of gifts, but punishes those who defy her with great efficiency. I have no intention of earning the stick when the carrot is so sweet.")

His words hung in the air, precise and deliberate. There was no mistaking the seriousness behind his statement. Braze leaned in slightly, his tone growing just a shade more assertive:

"Knowledge is earned, not freely given. I intend to earn it."

His gaze remained locked with hers, making it abundantly clear that he was not one to take his mission lightly—He was fully playing the best hand he could with his role, acting the part of a sith apprentice.

 

[Aris Noble]

["Fair or not, isn't it poor taste to ask gossip of one's master right in front of them?"] Aris similarly responded, and in the Old Tongue no less. The bystander seemed to have flipped the script here, but the threat of being arrested was still very much on the agenda. He glanced briefly to Braze before focusing his gaze on the plantlike woman. She was the calmest.

That meant little, though, when it came to the Sith.

Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax | Madrona A’Mia | Braze | Kyraj

 

[Kyraj]

Korriban
Library
Madrona A’Mia Braze Aris Noble Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax
​

Kyraj scoffed at the small one's threats and boasts. "Infantile." Then he waited patiently as Madrona A’Mia took a turn with the two boys. She was... subtler than he. Suddenly the little one was on his comm device claiming to speak with Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax of all people. The Sith apprentice began to worry. These two were nothing to him. If push came to shove he'd have their heads in short order, but if they truly had the protection of the Valkyrie things had become complicated.

He watched in silence as the boy spun his story. Waiting and watching. Once he would have killed the two on a whim, but things had become so much more... political these days. The image of Pellax that projected from the comm was a convincing one. It might even be the woman herself. Her posturing was almost stereotypically Sith.

A'mia spoke again. More diplomatic than he had been. She finished with a question in the ancient Sith tongue. Both of the boys responded in kind. They were very educated spies if they were. Maybe his sense had misled him. Even now though he was sure this was wrong. These were enemies. That did not mean they were not Sith of course. The order was fractured and infighting was common. But they seemed to have the support of someone very close to Darth Carnifex himself. Perhaps it would be better to change course.

"Perhaps I was too... hasty in my judgment. Outsiders need not necessarily be enemies." His voice which had been harsh and urgent was now honeyed and smooth. "Perhaps A'mia and I could serve instead as escorts and guides for your stay here. Surely our knowledge of Korriban would be helpful to you." He looked sideways at the neti. He could follow her lead but still wanted one hand on the controls. This way they could perhaps keep an eye on them in a less hostile manner until their Darth Pellax arrived. If she was in fact on her way.

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Madrona A’Mia Kyraj Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax Aris Noble

"Perhaps I was too... hasty in my judgment. Outsiders need not necessarily be enemies." His voice which had been harsh and urgent was now honeyed and smooth. "Perhaps A'mia and I could serve instead as escorts and guides for your stay here. Surely our knowledge of Korriban would be helpful to you."

Braze shifted his gaze to Kyraj , a subtle smirk playing at the corners of his lips, eyes gleaming with a deliberate, smug glint. With a quiet but cutting tone, he delivered his observation.

"That wasn't an apology," he said simply, fully aware that the reinforcements he had called for remained conspicuously uncalled off. The impetuous little whelp seemed to crave more than just pretty words—he wanted to wound their pride.

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

Current Location: The Drepane | Korriban



The Drapane eventually pushed through the right obscuring that perfect Korriban sunlight breaching through the windows of the library. Teresa could feel Korriban even without seeing out a window. Red sands filled with eons of death beneath its sands, yet somehow the sith find space to add more no matter the era.

"And furthermore," she went on, her tone becoming yet friendlier - more deferential even, "I hope that you will forgive me for not knowing Darth Pellax has an apprentice."

​

Teresa's eyes focused on the woman noting her change in tone with a sly smile. "Hope, forgiveness? Tsk, you sound like a jedi with words like those. Tell me... thing, what do I get out of it, my mercy for what?" Teresa spoke with a condescending tone then her eyes fell onto the human besides her. "Don't tell me just yet, I will give you a few minuets to think about it." As the Valkyrie turned, she noticed they had began to speak in Ur-kittât just as she was about to leave. More notably it reeled her back drawing an intimidating gaze on the girl.

Spoiler: more order

With honeyed tone and a glitter in those wide, strange eyes, she finished with a question in the Old Tongue - the ancient Sith language which was first carved into the very bedrock of Korriban itself, preserved there in temples and tombs and now so rarely spoken outside of truly dark circles.

"¿Ir isar tu xauti ji kia buti zo feyd Meistras?"​

"¿Ir Meistras? Nu zenoti tave jena'tis kia buti justicia, iv tave j'us darijona nuyak savas. Meistras anas tave ziur siautana j'us kash nuyak tave stieki nulis, ir anas gu'sidas, kash xiinta asaria. Nu iras dziav azin nuyak suutas."

("A fair Master? I believe it depends on the strength of one's devotion. My Master rewards those who are most loyal with the sweetest of gifts, but punishes those who defy her with great efficiency. I have no intention of earning the stick when the carrot is so sweet.")

His words hung in the air, precise and deliberate. There was no mistaking the seriousness behind his statement. Braze leaned in slightly, his tone growing just a shade more assertive:

"Knowledge is earned, not freely given. I intend to earn it."​

["Fair or not, isn't it poor taste to ask gossip of one's master right in front of them?"] Aris similarly responded, and in the Old Tongue no less.

"Very good answer my apprentice. My you just know me so well and just for that answer I will give you a tiny reward," she said proudly and with a smile that lasted for just a moment. Also though everyone was blue she found it a little hard to work out which offspring the little Zambrano belonged to. Better yet Braze called them a friend. Teresa was not book smart but she at least had a few guesses. "᠎Sudz dritû ijuchi ikkichil ottoi ᠎tuti luksudz, uts ᠎tuti vtsiy kul zizitso. Ilasuwich lukch yu lichits ottoi utsowusudz ᠎a tsuy mul nun ottoi chijuy nasosûtirchinijati."

"Suks kchlasiki yu ichik utsoijuwich yul uli sizizodzow ijuchi ijuts luvûts uk ottoi iyil yu ichiju," The Blackened Valkyrie smirked as turned off the projector before waiting for a response, though she kept an ear listening in just muting her side. "Komi, have the chefs prepare snacks." The woman commanded while walking towards the stand that had her armor on. Just as she was about to leave, Teresa saw her retainer bow.

"It will be done Lady Teresa." She said happily now no longer holding her smile that wanted to reach ear to ear.

The woman used the force to slip the chest plate into her and close the back up around the wings. Like always it was a struggle doing up the straps but it was quickly secured. Walking towards the door each of her blades left the softness of a bed that she had planned spending the evening on it playing with her daughter and watching her nap when sleepy and yet.

It took several minuets to travers the long hallway to her personal hanger. She looked up as the large doors cracked open sending what looked like soft red beam of light that grow by the second. Once the gap was wide enough, her wings stuck close as she crouched a bit and jumped up high. Quickly both wings unfurled beating a few times against the air till holding out for a good speedy glide.

Braze Aris Noble Kyraj Madrona A’Mia​

 

[Madrona A’Mia]

A'Mia said nothing in return, in truth she hadn't thought the call was still connected when she turned her questions on the supposed sithling. No matter, since it was not in her nature to worry over much. Despite the implied threat or at the very least the approaching danger of one such as Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax , she had a sense of calm confidence that at the very least this encounter might soon become very interesting indeed.

"Nor will there be one forthcoming, I think." The tall woman replied mildly to Braze at the implication that Kyraj should apologize.

She glided back a step from her looming and straightened up to her current height of roughly 7 feet tall, gazing at both boys coolly before murmuring to Kyraj .

"We needn't waylay our day any further with this business either." And with one last opportunity at an out for them all, she looked sidelong to address the two, "Unless you'd truly like an escort? With your master involved now, I imagine she would be your preferred guide."

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[Braze]

TAGS: Madrona A’Mia Kyraj Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax Aris Noble

Braze had spotted Komi before catching a glimpse of Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax —making her exit. He flicked off the visuals on his device but left the audio on, slipping it into the inner pocket of his tunic.

"Nor will there be one forthcoming, I think."

"Noted," he replied, his tone simple, though the lack of apology would linger in his mind. Should their paths cross again, he would remember the absence of contrition, allowing it to weigh on future decisions and tilt his actions toward something far less favorable for them both. Teresa had already given him permission to cut them down, and perhaps, had he been an arrogant little Sithling with something to prove, he would have. But he had no interest in drawing more attention or escalating this beyond what it had already become.

"Unless you'd truly like an escort? With your master involved now, I imagine she would be your preferred guide."

His smile faded, voice dropping to a cold edge.
"How unfortunate that you're deaf as well as bereft of intellectual insight."

His smirk barely registered, a fleeting gesture of disdain.
"You best run along before my master arrives—though I suppose knowing what's good for you would require more intelligence than you possess."

He stated not laying up with his viscous use of Dun Möch.

 

[Aris Noble]

Aris let out a sigh as he closed his eyes. They were intending to leave, but Braze was adding more fuel to the dying flame of conflict. He said nothing, refused to make it worse. He just, stared off, his expression blank. No emotion would help either.

Braze | Madrona A’Mia | Kyraj | Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax

 

[Kyraj]

Kyraj laughed uproariously. It was all he could do the petulant child continued his yapping. What did he think he would accomplish? Petty insults under the protection of Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax . The boy did not know who he was dealing with. But... Master Elmindra Xitaar would be displeased if he caused an incident with Carnifex's retinue. So... while he was sure he could take the young outsider, he chose to wait. Someday the boy would find himself in a dark alley with nothing but Kyraj's orchid blades to illuminate his demise. And his guardian would be none the wiser.

For now, he laughed. The boy was trying to pick a fight with Madrona A’Mia . The Neti was not quick to anger but was far better equipped than he to... subtly dispose of the insolent child. He looked to his fellow apprentice. "The infant certainly can bark. Such a shame we won't get to kill him... today." With that, he took one last appraising look at the other taller boy. He had been mostly silent. Letting his foolish companion do most of the talking. He was what had drawn Kyraj's attention to them, and the Sith was still suspicious. But the Valkyrie's protection was nothing to be ignored.

Madrona A’Mia Braze Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax Aris Noble ​

 

[Madrona A’Mia]

Her companion had grown a great deal since she'd first met him. An encounter like this would have already become bloody with the Kyraj of old. Now though? She wasn't sure that it was at all genuine, but he was able to laugh off whatever annoyance or anger caused by the supposed sithling and his tall, stoic companion. In truth, A'Mia's curiosity about the pair had only grown. It was clear that she wasn't seeing crucial pieces to their puzzle, clear that their place in the Weave was somehow obscured. Despite that nigh inexorable pull toward and hunger for knowledge, A'Mia had grown too and it was her turn to exhibit some mastery over baser impulses.

"Farewell then, and should our paths cross again perhaps we will all be in a more sociable mood."

As abruptly as they'd interceded the pair, A'Mia and Kyraj turned to leave with the neti's hand placed upon her companion's shoulder. He acted as her guide as she transformed eerily to grow long eye stalks which allowed her to keep her gaze upon the two accused miscreants while she walked away.

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[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

She glided across the top of the oddly shaped star destroyer, her slight decline allowing to gain speed without having to beat. Despite her size the wind made not a sound as it rushed over her feathers. Once clear of the edge the Blackened Valkyrie gazed down at the Library below. Both wings wrapped close to her sides as she began to dive. All Teresa could hear was the rushing winds. There was no kind of traffic below her to be cautious of and thus it would only take a few minuets.

As she neared a good hight both wings unfurled once more catching the air and slowing the massive amount of energy. It took a moment to pull up to go into circling around. Teresa had not been here personally but she had heard of it. A place amassed with books and other kinds of items containing information. Certainly her own personal library did not compare to the size of this place. Though she had not finished with those within hers. While circling Teresa finally spotted the entrance and once more declined in a more controlled manner.

The Valkyrie came in a little fast making her land with a little run before coming to a normal walking place. She felt the eyes on her from others and yet her attention did not deviate from the opened doors ahead. Each step came with a heavy thud one after another. To her surprise they had not actually made it that far inside. Her Gaze shifted away from the two smaller ones up to the woman, did she have eye stalks? Teresa thought and narrowed her gaze.

"We'll it did not take long for your to kark up again did it?" She asked with a growing smirk as her eyes came back down. "And you, I assume you trust him enough to come with me?" This time her question was directed at Aris Noble . Though his eyes were not green, she could see the faint resemblance of her husband in his features better now.

"I am also curious as to who's spawn you belong to, oh and how you know my apprentice," her hand gestured subtly pointing towards braze. "I do know his background, so it leads met to believe you belong to a very noble part of the Zambrano line." Her tone conveyed she did not know if her words were right or wrong. It was simply Teresa guessing and watching for a reaction in that moment. Many in this room should also be aware of the noble lines married into the Zambrano family so even that comment should be vague enough not raise suspicion, after all Naberrie was one such house.

"Regardless, I couldn't care and introductions will have to wait. Come with me," Teresa gestured then turned towards the door walking to exit. "Oh and when I asked if you trust my apprentice enough. Yeah, that's because I will be carrying you personally, but don't worry, I wont drop you, or anything." It was hard not to tease after her plans had been ruined. "Apprentice," Her wings spread apart a bit showing the backplate. There was spaces for both feet to securely place and hand holds too, even in the middle there was a small loop with a clip and strong cord. "You are smallest, you'll ride there, I think I left the latch on, otherwise hold tight I guess."

Once the Valkyrie got outside she knelt down and extended her wings out a little more the to make getting on and securing the other easier. "You stand in front, up to you which way you wanna face."

Braze Aris Noble​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Aris Noble Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax

"All things considered, it could have gone better... but it could have gone far worse," Braze chirped simply, seemingly answering her with familiarity.

He was quiet as he followed along, more than happy to leave this place. He'd committed both @Madrona A'Mia and Kyraj to memory for now, filing that information away for later. He eyed the strange contraption on her back plate and moved to latch on, curling up close, passing Aris a little glance, curious to see what he'd say or do.

Did Aris trust him?