The Rescue, The Discovery

[K'sara]

[member="Krest"]

Yavin IV, 845 ABY.

Jedi Temple, Jedi Academy.

The forested ruins of Yavin hadn't changed much in the 845 years after the decisive battle between the Disciples and the Republic. The Disciples and the Remnants became nothing more than fleeing rabble that split and decided to amass their own factions to bring against the New Galactic Republic. Upon that desolate arboreal planet, there was a female clad in black and red robing, and a fiery glare. She was encased in CryoBan, and enough that she should be dead. Of course a damned Mandalorian spawn and a Sith Lord spawn would be able to preserve themselves, and survive this long in a block of ice.

It's a miracle that she lived however, and she awaited freedom, freedom that would exact her wrath and allow her to get revenge on the Jedi. She would use her knowledge of the Sith that she secretly studied behind he Council's back, and she would use it to begin her path as the leader of a new order when she was powerful enough. The cult would follow the ideals of the original Dark Lord of the Sith, Naga Sadow. She was unarmed, having lost her weapons to Luke Skywalker's students in the battle.

Would she ever get freed?

 

[Darth Ferus]

It was interesting for the Zabrak, walking around Yavin again. Last he knew it was under Mando control, and one in particular that had threatened to drop space debris onto him and his old order. But this was a new day, one he wanted to explore. Finding himself within the old temple, he couldn't help but feel something off. Something.. Dark. And that is what brought him to a frozen girl.

Finding himself staring at a figure encased within some sort of cryosleep, he couldn't help but be amazed that there was any kind of signature. Quickly he would go about to defrosting the thing, unaware that this female would actually be a threat. In thruth, it was simply his good nature taking over once again. Quickly @K'sara would find herself thawed, and Krest would be standing there, watching and waiting for her to wake.

 

[K'sara]

K'sara dropped to her knees and stayed there for a good five minutes before waking, her vision was really blurry, but having trained under a Miraluka in the past, she could tell she wasn't alone, in fact she could sense the Zabrak's presence... She could sense a strong handle of darkness within the male. She closed her eyes and read his signatures, she was barely alive and he was fully healthy. She knew she would have to spend some time in a kolto tank to recover completely. Suddenly, fear hit her soul and her hand struck out with force pull, and disarmed the male of a vibroknife from his boot and rose it to his throat, ready to kill him. "Who are you?! Have you come to kill me?! Why have you come here?! Answer or die!"

Her legs gave out again, and she rested on her knees with her face upward toward the male. She was weak, and she knew that if she were wanted dead it would be a simple cast of his hand and drawing of a lightsaber to end it. She bowed her head in shame. "Do as you will to me... I am in no condition to fend off anyone. I am but a mere wight in my current state." She kept her head low and awaited his judgement, and her body was shaking from the release of the cryoprison.

 

[Darth Ferus]

There wasn't even so much as a flinch as @K'sara rose with the dagger to his throat. Infact, the man grinned. This was the kind of attitude he would expect if someone with as dark a signature as her. He was quiet to her questions, never once answering, and after she fell, he would crouch down, gazing her over with his deep blue eyes. She was incredibly weak, that much was for certain, and most would of collapsed without getting up if they had been in her situation. His voice would call out, almost soothing like as he stared.

"Once, I had an apprentice with that kind of honor. He would rather die then be humiliated. I tore out his hearts while he was still awake and replaced it with a disgusting machine. So tell me, child, what is your name? And then, will you pledge yourself to me? Or shall I make an abomination out of you as well."

 

[K'sara]

She realized she was in no condition to struggle. Her hands shook as her fingers around the vibroknife loosened. She seemed to submit. The man had power, and that's all she wanted, his power..."K'sara Korr... Grant me your power... Master..." She said as she grasped at his robing with the unarmed hand(left). Her body kept its pale look from the cryofreezing, and may as well have been undead with as long as she lived. A few seconds later, she fell over and passed out from expending what little stamina she had left.

Her hands loosened completely, revealing small scars that resembled Darth Sadow's crest. If Krest remembered the Sith history, he would remember the marks that were placed upon the doors of Naga's tomb on Korriban. Her face looked peaceful and her attire was loosened a bit, but intact enough to hide her fairly voluptuous form that made her a target for harassment on many occasions with missions. It was up to him what to do with her now.

 

[Darth Ferus]

A slight brow would raise as he watched the girl fall, but he would not let her touch the ground. Rather, he would reach out to catch her form. Lifting her up in his arms, he was quick to notice the mark. Naga Shadow? His mind would churn through any ideas as to why she would have the mark, but nothing came to mind.

Rather than trying to figure it out, he would bring her to his ship. Resting her in the med kab he would use the one medacine stronger than bacta that he had. His tears, after he had modified the tear ducts themselves, produced a rabid healing solvent. But he didn't cry on her. He had some of the solvent stored in the med bay. It wasn't enough to get her completely healed, but enough to wake her. Sitting by the doorway, the red man would wait.

 

[K'sara]

She would stir hours later in the ship's medical bay, and she remembered the scent of the room. It smelled like her ship back in the day, the Saleth. It was her pride and joy and personal vessel, and if this was her ship, she would feel comfortable. It was highly unlikely that she would be aboard the ship again. It's been 855 years since she bought it. "Why do I smell the Saleth again?" She asked, curiousity'm rolling over her tongue even through her soft words. Her stomach growled, and she curled in excruciating pain. Whoever the man was, saved her life. She owed him.

"What... is your.. name...?" She asked, trying to keep herself from crying out. She didn't want to seem weak in front of her new master, because to her, weakness was a fatality. She could feel his presence "I wish to know my new mentor's name." She continued as her stomach relaxed. "May I acquire sustinence? I haven't eaten in ages..."

 

[Darth Ferus]

Her weakness and pain wouldn't be all to well hidden. But the man didn't seem concerned or angry. With a slight nod however he would answer her questions, one at a time.

"Krest is the name. And of course, being frozen for that long would make anyone hungry." Despite his initial threats, he was a kind hearted man, more than willing to feed her. Stepping from the room he would gather a couple meal bars, small, lightweight, and instantly filling. "Eat em slow, they'll fill you quicker then you would imagine." After handing her the food, he would return to his seat, just to watch her for the moment. After she got better,there would be more talk.

 

[K'sara]

She had always heard Sith were ruthless.. She was surprised to find such candor coming from a Sith, especially an Iridonian. She heard Iridonian's were aggressive, one example she remembered was of Darth Maul. An Iridonian with a nasty attitude and a fiery prowess that nearly put the great Obi-wan Kenobi to shame. She was starting to regain her vision as she opened the bars and helped herself... She coughed at the taste, they tasted horrid, but was all she had at current. She ate slow as she was instructed, trying to endure the torture. "How can you eat these wretched things?"

She covered her mouth at her comment, still getting used to the fact she was no longer a jedi, that mannerisms weren't as necessary as they used to be. "Why would an Iridonian take interest in something the Plasteels (her nickname for Mandalorians) shunned as their own kind?"

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Iridonian?" He blinked slowly. There were two kinds of them, one a specific group of Zabrak's located on their homeworld, and the other a ruthless warrior cast that once rivaled the Mandalorians and the Echani. He was not the first, but he wondered how she would even know the second. A frown would begin to settle on his lips as he wasn't sure what she meant.

"Plasteels and their own kind? I care little for any of that. I found a person frozen, and figured I'd help out." His tone was slightly annoyed at this point. She was assuming much, and it was a quick way to get on the mans bad side. Not that he was going to hurt her of course.

 

[K'sara]

She sighed and looked up at the ceiling. She apologized. "I apologize... I'm not used to such candor. Even among the Jedi I was treated as an outcast because I'm the daughter of a Mandalorian male and the Sith Lord Dreixa Viridian. The only ones who had ever treated me with true respect was a Miraluka who trained me... And Luke..." She said and glanced to the Zabrak. "So I guessed right. You're a true Iridonian." She dropped back her hood as she sat up, showing her what everyone considered to be a freak.

"I was looked at by other padawans and even told that they would rather have a child with a Terentatek, than be forced to consider me. I'm half Twi'lek, dominant human but you can see my tendrils still. The soft indigo that slightly offsets my red." She kept her glaze on the male, of course respecting him after obviously upsetting him. She saw herself as a freak, and that's how she would always see herself.

 

[Darth Ferus]

There was the faintest of shrugs coming from Krest before he would reach out one of his hands. The open palm would slowly go right for her forehead, and once close, it would be closed into a fist. Until he got close enough to flick her forehead that was. There was a rather bored look on his face as she had spoke.

"You're talking about people long dead who thought they were better than you. Nothing wrong with having Lekku. I think that's what those are called at least.." He'd trail off for a moment before quickly shaking his head. "Anyway, stop livin in the last, aye?"

 

[K'sara]

She looked at the male slightly shocked and held her forehead. "They all thought they were better than me until I killed their masters in the Battle of Yavin IV... then they just became terrified and called me a monster. If the battle, then you should know about me having a moment of pure rage... Remember the joke "Revan was a woman"? In a way it kinda is true. Look at all the vengeance and hell he caused. Kinda like vindictive women like I was."

"I want more power... I want to have the strength to cripple the Order again... the strength to shatter the Republic... and all who damned me to this life." She said with a darkened look in her eyes, a look that he would probably recognize as one he would have had earlier on in his life. She smiled and looked to him, then got to a kneeling position. "Will you aid me, Lord Krest?"


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3NGSKXs7kg

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest would nod along slowly, being sure to hear every word she would say. But at the end of it, once more he would flick her forehead, a frown on his face. "Two things. First, and probably the most important, don't let your emotions take you over as they are. You're rather dramatic, which can be used against you. Second, you have been gone for hundreds of years. I suggest you learn what's going on before you try to destroy. The Sith have already done a good job killing off the republic, hell. The Sith have coruscant."

 

[K'sara]

"If I've been asleep this long, would you blame me for freaking out a bit?" She shook her head and guided the conversation elsewhere. "You wouldn't happen to have a spare lightsaber, would you?" As a Sith Lord he probably had many lightsabers from jedi and acolytes who got in his way. It was a foolish question, but she needed to know for herself if he was a collector like General Grievous was.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"No, I don't blame you. But you do need to control it regardless." He would pause at her question before looking about. "A lightsaber? I think you should recenter yourself and get some rest before I give you one of those, alright?" Krest was actually a collected. of course, not all of his blades were weapons he had killed to take, but he certainly had a large amount. Turning his blue gaze back to her, he'd offer the slightest of nods. "Also, it's just Krest. Darth Ferus is my Sith name, but i don't feel like having everyone know this."

 

[K'sara]

"Do titles make your skin crawl too?" She chuckled and teased, remembering when she met Kyle Katarn as a mere Jedi prospect. She laid back and looked over to him. "Are you afraid I'm not able to hold the weapon I mastered?" She asked and closed her eyes, her lekku resting on her shoulders. For a Sith Lord... He seemed pretty cool, had the Jedi lied to her all this time? She shook her head and rested with her arms crossed behind her head, awaiting his response.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"No, I just don't feel like dealing with those who would attack me over the title. That's all." But, there was the lightsaber question. Letting out a deep sigh, he'd frown in her direction, shaking his head. "No lightsaber until you've rested up. Once you have, you'll have quite a bit to show me on your skills. Now sleep." The last part sounded more like a command than anything else. But he would remain in the room, his blue eyes ever watchful. There was no telling what side effects she could end up suffering, and he wanted to make sure she wouldn't just up and did if he stepped out for a moment.

 

[K'sara]

She fell asleep rather quickly, but would have an unsatisfying rest. She woke four hours later. "Geonosis...." Was all she said as she looked at the ceiling. When she sat up, she looked at him. "I need to see what kind of scrap metals and such you have extra of." She dropped to her feet and stretched her muscles. She was still a little weak, but not as badly as she was earlier. "I'll also need a plasma torch and an astromech droid if it's possible, if not I'll do it by hand alone."

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest himself had drifted off after the girl finally went to sleep. He was within his own dream, one filled with the most magnificent pastries the galaxy had ever seen. Her words woke him up, but not in the best of ways. Springing to his feet, one of his own flat bladed lightsabers would spring to his hand and burn a pale blue into the air around it. In it's shoto mode, the short saber would reside in the tight grip of the master who seemed ready to attack something.

Only to find K'sara asking for scrap metal. Shutting off his saber, the red man would begin to scratch the back of his head. "Uh.. Yeah, just a second.." It wasn't hard for the Zabrak to find the tools needed, and after leaving the room for a minute or so he would drop the requested items on the ground. "No astromech, sorry. But the rest is there. What did you need it for again..?" His voice trailed off I to a yawn, and he would stretch out. Why must they always be the active ones.