The New Start - Primeval

[Tyro'din]

Tyro'din sat in the cockpit of an old Corvette he had stolen, staring out into the vast darkness of space, hunting for any sign of The Primeval, he did not know what he was looking for but he a feeling in the back of his mind, guiding him as he went. This had awoken recently and he did not know what it was, all he knew was to trust it and hope it guided him to something new and exciting, he hated boredom.

A voice suddenly coming through the Comm System woke Tyro'din a few hours later, "Approaching ship, this is the Order's End, state your intentions immediately." Startled out of his stupor, Tyro'din looked up to stare at the giant ship replacing the view of space that was slowly growing. He felt the feeling in him twist and turn and knew he was where he was aiming to be.

Slowly, anticipation building, Tyro'din leant forwards and activated the Comm System before speaking in a careful manner, double checking each word before it was said, "This is The Lightburst. I am Tyro'din, I'm searching for The Primeval. I wish to join." Sitting back, Tyro'din examined what he had said, twisting it in search for information he should not of given, nothing.


[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[Boethiah]

The response was startling. Few outside of their inner circle knew anything of them, even by name, to find someone who did was out of the ordinary. Were they Sith? No, not possibly. They knew the Sith and how they dealt with affairs. This was obviously someone else.

"Your worship!", the intercom officer rushed into her chambers -- forgetting the intercom because of the nature of this transmission. Anja noticed the expression in his eyes; it was beyond serious.

"Tell me.", she ordered. The officer nodded quickly, his breathing was heavy as if he sprinted from the command deck to her chambers. "We received a transmission -- nearby ship -- wanting to.. Join us, they knew who we were.", he said. Anja was less concerned but by no means did this mean she wasn't startled either. Her face said it all. She was curious.

"Bring them aboard.", she said before going to prepare her armour to meet whoever this was.

A transmission returned to the corvette. "You may dock with us.", they responded.

[member="Tyro'din"]

 

[Tyro'din]

When Tyro'din hears this he forced down the joy that fought to raise up in him, these people could teach him how to truly worship the Gods especially Halrormalenth. Docking in the Hanger Bay he was guided to, Tyro'din took deep breathes as he strode towards the hatch. Focusing his mind before he left the ship he recalled what he had learnt on Bothawui, to not show fear but confidence, to project and aura that you knew what you were doing. Taking one deep breathe he closed of his face from showing any emotion he might have felt.

Striding down the ramp Tyro'din was met with the sight of armed guards greeting him, he immediately started talking in a strong, gruff voice, "You can do what you want with the ship: burn it, tear it down into scrap, I don't care. Just don't come to me blabbering about what to do with it 'cause I won't give more than one kriffing thought towards butting a bolt through you head; and that one thought will be 'will I get blood on me?'" Pausing, he clapped his hands together, "Now. Take me to your leader!" He commanded, then leaned in as if to tell a secret and whispered loudly, "Between you and me, I've always wanted a reason to say that." He learnt back to take in the poorly hidden looks of confusion, "Well, chop, chop" He barked after a few seconds on inactivity. Good, he thought, keep them off guard and on the back foot. Gain any advantage you can, give non.

With a, hidden, smug smile, Tyro'din let himself be escorted out of the Hanger.


[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[Boethiah]

The crew hesitantly navigated him out of the hanger, but one thing he may not have counted on is that Umbarans had excellent sensory and could tell when someone was putting on a facade by reading their biological signs, even as a great actor, there were still some there. The Officers halted in an empty mess hall "Who are you?", one of them asked whilst drawing a gun.

The others sat by and watched, with little care.

Anja on the other hand had sensed the commotion and walked slowly down the corridor and on her way into the room.

[member="Tyro'din"]

 

[Tyro'din]

"Ah, I see," he drawled, looking around the now serious Officers, "Very good, I couldn't tell. Very good." Tyro'din started walking forwards until his chest was making contact with the drawn gun. "Now, I don't see how threatening me would get me to tell you." He spoke, his voice level, "If I was a man with something in his life, maybe I would be afraid of death but I have nothing but the Gods. Beliefs can transcend death." Reaching up he placed a large paw on the barrel of the gun and slowly presses it down. "Besides," he continued, "I'm pretty sure that your Host Lord, I believe that that is the tittle? Is most likely curious to know of how I know of The Primeval, when I wasn't approached by any members. Wouldn't you a agree, hmm?" The whole speech had been compiled of truths and half truths with no lies included.

His long ears twitched suddenly as the feeling in him flared slightly, causing him to twist his head to the entrance to the room. He stood there, staring at the doorway. Ignoring the now threatening Officers around him as well as the gun poking into his chest, his full focus was consumed by the door... and the woman that had just entered the room.


[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[Boethiah]

Anja entered the scene, approaching from the main entrance. Her officer who was interested in pulling the trigger turned to the sound.

"Enough.", she said. Her words gauged to all of them. "Who are you, stranger?", she asked the Bothan whilst still walking towards him. Her feet clanked on the floor as she was wearing her armour, a vibroblade sheathed at her side. The officers stepped aside to give the two plenty of personal space in which to conduct their conversation. It was a bit odd, that, to have a conversation where the soldiers eat, not something Anja did often but she was eager to meet whoever had called for them despite seemingly never hearing of them. "Or more importantly. What do you want?", her voice had become a bit more demanding.

[member="Tyro'din"]

 

[Tyro'din]

Tyro'din smiled at the woman, she was rather intimidating, he would admit. A good thing for a leader to be. Nodding in respect, he had sworn years before to never truely bow to someone until he knew the true them and he respected them, he answered her questions, "My identity is a hard question to answer, my birth name has been shed before the great Halrormalenth, only my true name remains: Tyro'din. As for what I want, I would of though that obvious. I wish to join The Primeval of course." Nodding in respect once again, he waited for her response.


[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[Boethiah]

Anja's brow raised subtly at the response. "How did you find out about us in the first place?", she asked. Surely they didn't have a traitor amongst them.

She was indeed curious, but that's not why she was speaking with him so relaxed, she was because he could be useful.

[member="Tyro'din"]

 

[Tyro'din]

When she asked the question she did, Tyro'din let out a bark of laughter. "I've just won 200 credits from myself. You need not worry about a traitor, there is non, well non as far as I know. I found out about you from one of The Primeval's relics. I must say the encryptions and security on it were brilliant, it took me over two weeks to slice through." Pausing for a moment, Tyro'din tilted his head before continuing, now with a cheeky smirk, "Now I must comment on how bad a host you a being. First I'm threatened, then when I give you my name I get none in return - I don't care if it's not your true name, any name would do, now we are standing in a mess hall conversing. Surely there is somewhere else we can continue?"


[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[Boethiah]

Anja was in no mood for his rebellious attitude. "You seek us, The Primeval, so that you may face your Gods? I am the Harbinger of their will and a prophet to their name. Your arrogance is foolish. If you wish to know us, then I shall show you the truth.", she reached into the innermost sanctum of her power; calling upon the magics that she had begun to rely on as her source of power. The darkness that resided carried the weight and death of a whole world, and the pain of lives long since forgotten. Channeling the raw energy, Anja reached her hand out towards [member="Tyro'din"] swiftly in a more sinister fashion as if she was reaching straight into his mind. She was calling out with Sith Magic an illusion, but not a false one, visions of the plight and chaos caused on a world purged by The Primeval, assuming he would perceive this -- unable to defend against it, she attempted to reach out and grab hold , clenching both her hands to place pressure on his body and further disrupt his perception of reality. Its overall power depending on two things. How strong-willed the opponent was and how much stamina she had; assuming there were little distractions it could have near-deadly affects on a humanoid. Her physical endurance was already withering slowly as she did this, sweat protruding from her skin and her head going dizzy. It wasn't an ability she used often and did not apply well in combat due to how vulnerable it made her, requiring full attention and left her enslaved to the channeling of her own power.

[member="Tyro'din"]

 

[Tyro'din]

When the woman reached out to grab him, Tyro'din was confused about what was happening. But then the visions started. BloodPainGloryChaosGods - emotions and views seemed to fly through his mind, tormenting him and speaking to him on a primal level. BloodPainGloryChaosGods. He could almost feel his sanity slipping away. BloodPainChaosBloodScreams. Blood was all he could see, but it wasn't the visions this time for one moment his mind was sent to all those years ago, to memories he had thought he had hidden. it was the slaughter of his family as many assassins attacked. NoMoreNoMore. His father dropping before him, blood on his lips. NoMoreNoMore. His mother being stabbed from behind. NoMoreNoMore. All because of extremists. NoMoreNoMore.

In that one moment, not even time for someone to blink, fury - pure, animistic, feral fury - welled up from inside of him. This woman was causing this. NoMoreNoMore the thought ran through his head. And, outside of the visions, a Bothan on board a ship, inside its Mess Hall, threw back his head and roared as the feeling he had been carrying flared. In that moment the Force within him, his feeling, burst out from him, just as his rage was shown.

He immediately drooped in exhaustion and having no idea what had happened. Looking up, Tyro'din fought to stay awake his pride not allowing him to drop and finding it easier the longer he was.



[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

(OOC: I will admit I am not sure about this post but I was stuck for ideas. I would like to hear your view on this post.)

 

[Boethiah]

Anja pulled away, almost stumbling from sheer exhaustion as adrenaline began to pump through her veins. It felt cold, that chill going down her spine as the intoxicating powers of Sith Magic took hold of her and were used against someone very much alive. She remembered being warned of its usage but nothing that she feared in particular; if these were powers gifted to her by the Gods themselves then what did she have to fear? Her salvation would be in due time and until then she would utilize all the gifts granted to her.

The Host Lord's eyes wickedly gazed upon the body, this was a common side effect when one used Summon Fear on their opponents. Would he awaken and remember all of it? None of it? Perhaps only bits and pieces. The officers approached the body, "Is he dead?", one of them asked. "No, he's very much alive.", Anja responded. She looked to the men and women around her, the ones in her service. "Put him in the cells!", she ordered quite fiercely. Without hesitation -- as if fulfilled -- she walked back to her chambers, to prepare for the indoctrination of the prisoner. Meanwhile the officers lifted up the Bothan, holding him by his arms to prevent a struggle as one of the men , masked by his armour, injected a sedative to relax him before dragging him down the halls.

[member="Tyro'din"]

 

[Tyro'din]

Tyro'din jolted awake, damn he thought what happened. Slowly, ever so slowly his memory started to return. There was a few gaps in what he had been forced to see, but he remembered most of it. Gently he forced himself to sit up and look around, "Great," he muttered in Bothese, "another cell, at least I've still got both eyes."

That feeling still there whispering that he was being watched but outside of the cell all he could see was darkness, "You will not break me," he shouted in Standard, "The great Halrormalenth has granted me my true name and removed all masks I wore. You cannot break a person's true self, only force them down under their masks and twist the masks. But I have non. Burn me, beat me, starve me. A being's true self cannot be twisted."

Settling back after his brief rant, Tyro'din allowed his father's teachings on meditation to return to him. Settling into a black nothingness he separated his mind from his body and waited.


[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[Boethiah]

Anja approached the cell, sitting just outside of it.

"You are nothing. Not yet. I do not seek to break you, that'd be pointless but I won't hesitate to end our life if you are proven unworthy.", she said to him as her eyes gazed inwards and looked upon the Bothan. He truly miscalculated -- believed himself greater than he actually was.

"You may become something, someone, worth mentioning but until then you have to prove yourself.", she twice stepped backwards and hid around the corner only the silhouette of half her face was visibly, her voice gleaning outward.

[member="Tyro'din"]

 

[Tyro'din]

"And how would I do that, my lady?" Although his tone was respectful, his manner was anything but. An unfortunate side effect from his time in the courts of Bothawui, where backhanded insults were common. "And you misunderstand me when I speak; but then, that is a goal I constantly strive for. I do not speak of myself as great, I speak of the Gods as great and me a humbled being. I speak of devotion, not pride. I am prideful but before the Gods I am nothing. This is a truth that I know."

Tyro'din stepped closer to the locked entrance to the cell. "So, tell me Host Lord, who's name I do not know, how would I prove my self?" A lazy smirk crossed his face as he spoke, while his one red eye remained on what he see of the woman that addressed.


[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]