To Be Sith. (The Sith Empire Recruitment)

[Darth Ferus]

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Nar Shaddaa​

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Hutts were nasty slimy slugs with nothing more to their personality than a need for money and a want to control everyone around them. Most were notorious crime lords while some few chose to become something more. Some Sith, some Jedi. Regardless of what they became though, Krest hated them all. If they were all to be slaughtered he would smile, but for now he kept his lips in a thin line of annoyance. With him would be [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] and [member="Elensa Jari"] , one who was once an apprentice who reached the point all Sith should strive for, the other an acolyte wise beyond her years.

The aging lord only had one reason for being on this slimy planet, and that was to find [member="Antonino Tiberius"] , a recently freed criminal with an interesting rumor. Being able to do the impossible by mere mortal standards was enough to catch the attention of the Lord of Trials. Potential recruits, especially one that wasn't a sniveling child dragged into one of his temples, was a welcome addition to the Sith family.

Aboard the normal Sith luxury vessel Krest stood before a holoprojector with Tiberius's face being shown. "Voldaren, Jari, meet me in the main chamber. I'd like to go over a couple quick things before we land so we all know who we're looking for."

 

[Antonino Tiberius]

Anton walked along the streets of Nar Shaddaa with his hands in the pickets of his vest. For the time of day there wasn't allot of people out and about. In both ears he had some headphones and was playing some music to drown out the sound of speeders over head. It been a few days since he had been freed from prison and Anton was already enjoying his freedom. Having yet to pull his hair back it lay in his face and hung almost to his shoulders. But he did not seem concerned about them but the cold chill in his bones told him something was a miss ~ Today will not be a good day~ he told himself.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Nar Shaddaa wasn't a place Kaalia enjoyed visiting, but she had taken up a duty that had now brought her here. A duty to show those who were worthy the truth found in the Dark side found through her title of Valkyrie. She had created the foundations and was one of its Elders, despite her young age. Normally this manifested itself in bringing those blinded by the Light into the Darkness, but that was not the case today. An untrained Force sensitive, one not yet gripped by the binding tendrils of the Light side. Whether he had true potential had yet to be seen, but the only way to assess that was to pay him a visit.

The woman was not the one who had arranged for the trip, however. That was the doing of [member="Krest"], the one she once called her teacher. As much as she had distrusted him in the past, and in ways still did, they had a common cause here. She had not seen him since their duel on Bastion, a last test to prove she was worthy of her title of Sith Lady, and this would be the first time they would work together as equals. It still was a little odd to think about, but she had adjusted to her new position quite well. She had not seen the zabrak in person yet, but that would soon change.

In one of the private quarters Darth Avacyn sat in silence, her eyes closed, meditating. It was how she spent most bouts of hyperspace travels and this one was no exception. Power swirled around her like a storm, ready to be gripped by her in a moment's notice. It was hers to command, to mold it as she saw fit. Everything was carefully controlled like a puppetmaster pulling strings, with the slightest push or pull of her mind the storm reacted and obeyed.

The sound of a familiar voice sent through the ship's comms ended Kaalia's meditiation, causing her eyes to open. Blazing red and sulphur slowly subsided and brilliant emerald would take its place, removing any physical giveaways of her immersion with the Dark side. Within her being it was still very much present however, an unending tidal wave that would have drowned the person she was years ago. Calmly getting up the redhead walked over to the door while calling to her Lightsabers from the other side of the room through the Force. They shot towards her hands and she gripped them tightly before clipping them to her belt. Unlike most of her Sith outings where she wore her Valkyrie founders' armor she went with something that blended in better with the people of Nar Shaddaa, a jacket that doubled as protection against blasters would that become an issue. One was never too prepared on the Smuggler's Moon. The door opened before her and she stepped out, making her way to the main chamber.

"I hope you look back fondly on the thrashing I gave you last time we met, because I certainly do." Kaalia's words pierced the air as she stepped inside the chamber, greeting the man who had asked for her presence. She turned her head towards the hologram before continuing. "So this is Antonino Tiberius. I would assume you did your research and tracked him down in advance."

[member="Elensa Jari"] | [member="Antonino Tiberius"]

 

[Elensa Jari]

Landing Pad, Nar Shaddaa Spaceport

Though she had walked on many worlds that others would have found distasteful, something about Nar Shaddaa simply rubbed Elensa the wrong way. The presence of decay on a world that seems so alive on the surface, a shining jewel with a cancer consuming it from within. She could sense it: an undercurrent of suffering, seething resentment, fear and anger, simmering beneath the surface. On the face of it, Nar Shaddaa was a civilised world that offered pleasures, diversions and vices of all forms: exotic drugs, flesh dens, gambling casinos, fighting pits...whatever you might desire, it was here. And all of it built by the blood of those squashed underfoot.

In truth, she had never felt anything quite like it. It felt delicious.

Lord Krest had brought her here, and had she been able to verbalise her gratitude, she might well have thanked him for doing so. There was something exquisitely alive here, the feeling of life clustered together in deprivation, beings struggling to keep their heads above water but a matter of a few dozen meters away from where the wealthy elite feasted and whored. And all of them blissfully unaware that death might stalk them in the streets, all equally food for the Darkness. The Sith had come to Nar Shaddaa, and they would not discriminate.

Her commlink beeped with a soft sense of urgency, a reminder to pay it some attention, drawing her away from her reverie. Removing it from her belt, the young woman rested it upon her palm so that a small holographic projection might appear, showing her Lord Krest, his physical form muted somewhat by the veil that Elensa wore to cover her hair and face. His command was simple: return to the ship they had travelled upon to reach this noxious world, that they might speak. So be it. We'll see each other oh-so soon, she thought, turning her footsteps to walk back up to the boarding ramp and into the belly of the vessel resting upon the landing pad she had been standing upon.

Krest waited within, along with the other Sith brought along on the mission: a sultry woman with red hair that had surely been dyed to conceal its natural colouration, a long scar marring her appearance - something which Elensa surprisingly pitied her for. Among my kind, that alone would mark her as one to be cast out. Nothing less than perfection is acceptable. Though such was true for her, too: the injury which had robbed her of her voice being more than sufficient to qualify her as persona non grata in the noble circles of the Hapan Royal Court. But even the ugliest surface can hide immense strength, she reminded herself. This one cannot be underestimated.

Nor could the Sith Lord be considered as anything less than a threat: there was something truly disquieting about the Zabrak. His scarred skin spoke of a lifetime of strife and conflict, but he carried himself with the bearing of a warrior, and the dangerous grace of a person not used to being slighted. As this one has now done. The red-haired woman offered words that might have been taken as a challenge by many a Sith: how Krest would respond to them would prove interesting. And as for me, I shall enjoy watching them snipe at each other. It would prove interesting to see them at work.

And as for the one that had brought them here? He had best know what is good for him. One does not say 'no' to the Sith when offered a chance to join them. She'd rather enjoy the suffering she might inflict upon him if he refused the three of them. Something to look forward to...

| [member="Krest"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Antonino Tiberius"] |​

 

[Darth Ferus]

The flashing grin Krest gave [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] mentioned their last bout was all he'd do on the matter. Perhaps in his youth he would have made it into a contest, measuring his ego against the other in worthless words, but now in his age it was easier for him to keep himself in line. "Aye, that would be the man we're going after. Recently released from jail, or escaped; not sure which. His skill is unrefined however, and he probably doesn't even realize he can use the Force. He won't be hard to find, my spies have already located him wandering the streets. We'll drop close by and move in to find him."

He cast a glance over to [member="Elensa Jari"] , slowly raising a brow. While he wasn't the best at matters of the mind, he still reached out. You feel capable enough to force him to bend the knee should you find him by yourself? The question was a guise as with the whisper came the sensation of being drained. The elder Zabrak was trying to consume part of her energy for himself, and wasn't hiding it.

[member="Antonino Tiberius"]

 

[Ria Misrani]

N A R S H A D D A A

Somewhere in the vertical city, Atmeiktes lurked with her back against a high top sofa. Her hand rested on the small of a dancer's back while she enjoyed the pleasantries of getting to know the mortal. Today she was Amira Ghul, a high-end client looking to satisfy herself and paid no mind to the haze of the spice filled smoke around her. She herself was putting her mind at ease, all just to forget the life she had before. Before Kaeshana, before her attempt to enter the Chiloon Rift but it seemed to be near impossible. Amira had all but given up on the ideals of the Sith, the so-called Order of Fire. She had just been a flicker, an ember left to burn out against the void.

"Black Bird," was the name of the club. Or at least that's what the locals were calling it. Amira needed to stay high and forget that she was missing her pretty little Mirialan lover. She had to forget the pleasures of her love, and so she put into her body and into her mind anything to knock it out of her. Learn to forget the Force, the Darkside, the Lightside - it was all karked now. The beat of music pulsated through her veins drowning out her own thoughts as the bass crept through her skin. The dancer's body moved and she let go just enough to watch the woman twirl around. Eyes drenched in lust, a bittersweet seduction - telling herself this is what she needed. A hand rested on the wound that should have killed her - a wound gained from the man in the mask, the mask. She would not forget him, nor would she forgive him for what he had cost her on that fateful day.

For now, she motioned to the dancer to come closer so that they might become acquainted, again.

[member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Krest"] | [member="Elensa Jari"]

 

[Antonino Tiberius]

The quietness didn't last long as soon people were filing out of clubs and Casinos, crowding the streets. Anton noted the type of people from each location. From the Clubs came mostly drunks and people high on spice. From the Casinos people angry with the loss of their credits, and people who were ecstatic about winning a single jackpot. None of this mattered to the man who pushed through the crowd of people. Reaching up he changed the song playing on his ear piece to something more upbeat and loud to drown out the sounds around him.

Anton paused outside of a clothing store and admired a black jacket in the window, Reaching into his pocket he checked the credit amount he had before walking into the store. He found the jacket in his size and after seeing he had enough for it he walked to the checkout and paid for the jacket. Waving off the offer for a bag and decided to wear it out of the store. Pulling it on, he zipped it up before pulling the hood over his head. The shadow that fell over his eyes from the hood reminded him of the day he murdered his family.

~~~Flashback~~~

Anton gripped the hilt of his father's blaster in his hands, he had stolen it months before and had learned to use it and today was the day he would. pulling the hood of the leather jacket he owned over his head he stepped out of his room. His parents were away at the moment, the only person home other than him was his younger brother. James was the bane of Anton's existence constantly pestering him and belittling him. Tonight he would pay for that.

Slipped quietly through the halls of the house he pushed open his brothers' bedroom door. James was sound asleep which made this easier. Putting the silencer on the blaster he walked up to the side of his brothers' bed. Glaring down at him Anton leveled the blaster to James' head and with out hesitation pulled the trigger. He left the room and walked down stairs, waiting in the shadows for his parents.

~~~~~~ Present ~~~~

A sadistic smile crept over Anton's face as he remembered the look of horror on his mothers face after he shot his father, that look was frozen on her face as he shot her as well. after that, it hadn't been long till the police had caught him and he was jailed for 3 counts of murder. That had been ten years ago, he had been 17 now 27 he had spent the past 10 years in prison, he had been let out on good behavior.

[member="Krest"]
[member="Elensa Jari"]
[member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

 

[Elensa Jari]

A dismissive response sprang immediately to mind, the natural assumption that subduing their target would be a simple matter. He might have talent for the Force, but no discipline nor the skill that comes with it, she thought reflectively. Elensa was well aware that latent Force Sensitives were powerful in their own way: more than one had been known to unleash their power with devastating consequences, released by a sudden burst of emotive energy, uncontrolled, tempestuous, destructive. But if I could not handle such a being, what right would I have to call myself a Sith?

Truth be told, she looked forward to such a contest: if this was the type to simply roll over in meek surrender, the blonde knew she might be half-tempted to slay him then and there, seeing little potential worth developing. It is not the Sith way to simply bend the knee to another, no matter their strength. There was a certain truth to be found in submission, but such had to be earned, a token of esteem offered in the face of indomitable force. If he should test my patience, I shall enjoy breaking him.

The fact that their target was male made it all the more enjoyable for Elensa: her Hapan upbringing had not raised her to respect men, seeing them as the weaker sex, one that served best when directed by stronger women, guided to productivity by better minds. The Sith did not see it that way - the presence of Lord Krest was sufficient to demonstrate that - but Elensa did not imagine that this target would be worthy of the same esteem in which the Sith Lord might be held among others of his kind. No, this one must simply be taught a lesson in submission, taught to understand that one had to learn to kneel before they might be permitted to stand.

"He will serve us one way or another," she responded, extending her thoughts outward in telepathic contact towards the Sith Lord, as her former Master had once taught her to do. Her mind brushed against the Zabrak, but she sensed a tugging against her own as she did so - an urgent pull that demanded something more of her than just her words. She scowled at that, wondering what the elder Sith was up to. "If he chooses not to surrender to us, he will serve as a lesson to those who would oppose us."

Either way, the Sith would benefit.

A sudden feeling of weariness assailed her then, a weakness that felt as though it ran through her very marrow, surging through her bloodstream and drawing energy from her very cells, as if she had used a quantity of her own powers for some grand purpose. Her eyes narrowed beneath the dark veil she wore to conceal her face, brows contracting in an expression of both anger and frustration. What is this?

The butt of her lightsaber pike slammed down against the metal deckplate, the sturdy shaft of the weapon being used to prop her up, so that she might not collapse to the deck. Pale blue eyes stared out towards the other two, narrowing as she suspected one of them was responsible for this indignity. The irises seemed to fluctuate for a moment, the blue giving way to a darker colour, first deepening, then becoming fiery, tinged with reds and yellows, her inner cold giving way to a more dangerous anger.

Her free hand started to draw symbols in the air, invisible to the view, but tracing ancient Sith runes in a pattern that matched the incantation that she was forced to speak only within her thoughts. She knew not which of the two Sith was affecting her so, but she was certain that one of them was the source, and the spell she weaved now was designed to cloak her mind within darkness, that their influence might not touch her, at least until they pressed the issue, and broke through that simple barrier.

"If you're quite finished playing games, we have work to do," she projected to the both of them, her spell complete and the feeling of fatigue fading as it wove its way around her mind. Their need to find their target was more urgent than the one she felt to discover which of them dared to assault her energies in such an invasive way, but once they had the latent in custody, she would rectify that, and mete out appropriate retribution. "This one won't simply walk up to our ship and board of their own free will."

| [member="Krest"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Antonino Tiberius"] | [member="Atmeiktes"] |​

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Kaalia and [member="Krest"] were not the only two on the ship. Another woman had joined in and watched while the redhead commented on her last meeting with the zabrak. She truly hoped the situation provided some entertainment to her, as it was meant as nothing more than that. Even though she didn't trust the man any further than she could throw him she held near-bedruging respect for him. After all, it was because of him she now carried the title of Sith lady.

A quick glance towards the other woman would cause Kaalia's eye to be caught by the veil she wore, a point of interest. The only part of her face that was visible were her bright, deep-blue eyes. She quickly nodded towards her to acknowledge the fact she had noticed her enter and cast a sly grin in amusement, without doubt related to her own words spoken to Krest.

The answer that was given by Krest was a simple one, but it was more than enough. There was no need to turn it into a contest and it was meant as no more than a playful jab. It made it much easier to see he reacted to it as such. "Sounds like a plan, then. We will make him see." Antonino had the potential, but his eyes had yet to open. Whether it was going to be willingly or by force did not matter to Kaalia, he would come with them. He had no choice.

The other woman then seemed to weaken, but the way she reacted was all too familiar to the redhead. Krest had seen to draining her in the past as well, although he was not the first to have done that to her. Perhaps he had been surprised by it, perhaps he had not been. Kaalia did not react to the situation, instead she simply watched it play out. Seeing the veiled woman's eyes turn a fiery combination of red and yellow was something empowering, and perhaps even beautiful to her.

Eventually her mind would become clouded, no doubt a protective measure against Krest's draining. Her projected words concerning what had transpired solicited no reaction from Kaalia, it was for Krest to answer. "That should make no difference. If he wants to live he will come with us, and most people here are very stubborn when it comes to survival."

Then, the Force called out to her. It guided her towards something, someone. Yet, it was not the one they had come to Nar Shaddaa for. This was somebody else but Kaalia knew this was something not to be ignored, and so she wouldn't. "I am afraid I will have to leave the recruitment of Antonino to you two. I have someone else to find." A nod was sent Krest's way and with that she started approaching the boarding ramp, letting the Force guide her steps to her destination. "I will return here when my business is finished. This is a call I simply cannot ignore."

[member="Elensa Jari"] | [member="Antonino Tiberius"] | [member="Atmeiktes"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest only chuckled as [member="Elensa Jari"] doubled over. Too trusting, too unprepared. These were as much lessons as they were a means to the Lord's own strength and goals. He would not hide the fact it was him, in fact he would bow his head to the woman as her eyes flashed red, a not so subtle gesture to take the blame. "Always be on guard young one. Enemies can be anywhere." He cast a glance over to [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] as she spoke next and he nodded. "Take the time you need. I'll be using this as a.. Training exercise for our mute friend here."

It was taunting, but [member="Antonino Tiberius"] was the target. What ever anger Elensa may harbor now should be directed towards their common goal. That's what it was to be Sith after all.

 

[Antonino Tiberius]

[member="Krest"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] [member="Elensa Jari"]


After a while Anton slipped into a Restaurant for some food, he ordered his food and waited for it to come, as he waited he took note of his surroundings. A family of 4 sat at the far left corner of the room the two kids a boy about 14 and a younger sister who looked to be about 5, the youngest was running around the table despite her parents protests. Anton took note of the man in the table two tables away from them who eyed the family with a little to much interest.

Anton looked to the other side of the room were an elderly man sat covered in battle scars, his muscles and tattoos marked him as a veteran, catching the mans eye Anton gave a slight nod and continued to observe the room Though there wasn't anyone else in the building except the workers.

 

[Wolvren Malefactor]

Location: Waiting at the bottom of the boarding ramp
Objective: Make [member="Antonino Tiberius"] Join the Sith
Wolvren Malafactor: {-Gear,Desc,Stats-}

Wolv had been listening to a transmission of the meeting seeing as he was a bit late to the party his mission was simple,have a street cretin join with the Sith Empire easy enough right?

He was still sitting at the bottom of the boarding ramp looking up and watching [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] walk off in her own direction.

He would still be silent looking up at the other two in the ship sensing the dark lords drain which he wouldn't let effect his own mind closing it off.

He stood up straight and turned his force presence strongly being shown as his fiery red and gold eyes under his helmet opens and he felt the force guide him quickly locking onto Anton's life essence and he shot off in a dash moving damn near as fast as lightning using the force to semi propel himself to make him go faster blasting through alleyways moving like a rocket to try and finish this mission quickly and successfully.

'No use in trying to talk,you earn your place and show your worth by the actions you take.'He thought to himself

He continued stopping ounce he caught sight of the blue jacket his eye's narrowing on the inside of his helmet like a snakes as he slowly hid his presence.He would begin to stalk after his prey,using the shadows and alleyways to stalk Anton like the prey was.He kept himself hidden continuing to track him.

He would quietly follow waiting for Anton to wander into a enclosed space possibly a bar or a hotel room of sorts hell even an ally would do he wanted to make this go as easily as he possibly could for his own successes in this mission he wanted nothing to get in his way of bringing in Anton and if he refused bringing his head back to Dark Lord [member="Krest"] .

 

[Elensa Jari]

Location | Aboard Krest's Ship

Krest. I might have known he was responsible for this. Taking the notion of service and obedience a little more literally than most Sith did, it would seem: while it was true that students owed those higher up in the ranks their service in return for training and power, there was a limit to which most would allow themselves to be pushed. And this one is rather pushing it, Elensa thought, though glad that her spell had broken the Sith Lord's hold upon her energies - for now. And for a male to treat me in such a fashion...as you say, enemies can be everywhere. She might make him choke on that lesson later, if the opportunity arose.

It had been hard to deal with, learning the way that men were treated among the Sith. Not simply tolerated, but lauded and advanced into positions of responsibility. Few good things came of having men in charge: the women of the Consortium had learned this long ago, and the Sith had a tendency of proving the point for them. How many times have the Sith been led by a man, and how often has such led to their end? Even the current Dark Lord suffered from this weakness and, eventually, the Sith would suffer from it also. Unless someone stops him before that. Perhaps Kaalia would be the one to save the Sith from such absurdity. Or rid me of this audacious male.

Still, much though she owed the Zabrak for this latest indignity, the blonde knew that his powers were stronger than hers, conditioned through time and training, and she might well have things to learn from him, if he didn't push her too far beyond her inclination to tolerate his little taunts. And that is the Sith way, is it not? To learn from those we will eventually conquer, using their own teachings to render them obsolete and, finally, to offer them the sweet mercy of death, that they need not live with their humiliation. Krest would suffer the same fate, eventually. Perhaps she'd even see to it herself.

"You talk too much," she projected in scathing reply to the Sith Lord, noting the way he had directed his words to the other woman rather than to Elensa herself. That, too, was a slight that demanded reprisal, but she could be patient. And a biting word or two in the meantime will suffice. Not that she could voice them openly, but she made sure to include Kaalia in her projection, so the other woman would have heard the retort. "Talk less, move more," she concluded darkly.

Not waiting for his response, the young woman shouldered her lightsaber pike, pushing the black strap hooked to it so that it crossed from shoulder to hip, the pike resting firmly across her back, ready for it she should need it again. She strode away from the both of them, her heeled boots making a firm tapping against the deck plating of the ship with each step. If Krest wished to continue his games while they hunted for the latent they had come for, so be it, but they had a job to do, and standing around listening to the interplay between those two would not get it done any faster.

| [member="Krest"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Antonino Tiberius"] | [member="Wolvren Malafactor"] | [member="Atmeiktes"] | ​

 

[Ria Misrani]

When Charlyra was done with the dancer she left the room, grabbing her cloak and blades the dark one descended from the Cantina's private rooms and down to the bar floor. She pulled a hood over her head there was work to be done. Out onto the crowded streets of Nar Shaddaa she blended into the crowd with the only possible give away being her arms. As they whirred with urgency, as she pushed her way through her target wasn't far, and if selling out to capture a few bounties made her lower than low, then so be it.

It was what she had to do in order to survive.

But something told her whatever she was to do, she had better do it quickly. Charlyra cast an upward glance toward the higher levels and watched the speeders go by. Indeed, death would come to those who had earned the ire of a Hutta on this day. As for her own fate, she would wonder about that later. Her attention turned back to the streets ahead as she moved her way through the damp and dank must of the alley, boots splashed into the grimey puddles beneath their steps. The fallen Jedi's target laid not far ahead and as she looked around she noticed the lamps in the area. A five-foot step to the side and she placed her hand against the wall, and closed her eyes she shut out the world for a moment.

A concentrated effort was made to focus on the electromagnetic lines in the area.

At first lines of fuzz emerged much like a grainy holo film, and then it cleared up as she focused more on those lines. From memory, she knew the direction in which her target was moving and so when she opened her eyes she focused on the lines again this time having to manoeuvre through the people to get to who she wanted. Her use of the force within the next few moments would certainly alert anyone in the area, the lights and the neon signs would begin to waver and as they toppled forward from their buildings screams were heard.

Charlyra feeling depleted of her own energy rushed forward with the crowd. In a swift motion, she utilized force stun on her target and before the poor man could realize what had happened to him she used the last of her force abilities to twist his neck. Telekinesis, while not so great with the range of the ability worked better for her in close quarters.

[member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

What a depressing place, Nar Shaddaa was.

Kaalia had been at low points in her life, but as she took in the environment around while it was quickly concluded that this place was far worse than anything she had witnessed in her short time alone without a place to call home. Those three years had changed her, shaped her into the woman who would become Darth Avacyn. Her defiance was what had kept her going, knowing that there was a place somewhere in the galaxy that could be hers one day. Bounties were what she lived on, and looking back she finally understood the reactions she got initially as she collected them. A young girl, barely sixteen years old, bringing in live people instead of dead. The Smuggler's Moon however was a place her younger self probably wouldn't have survived. She was naive back then, the Light had shackled her down and kept her weak. Feeling the atmosphere that the Force exerted here made her count her blessings, for she did not have the misfortune of her past being shaped by the planet.

Her thoughts were interrupted, however. It started with one scream, but many more quickly followed as neon signs started toppling from the buildings they stood on, but that which was felt through the Force was what truly caught Avacyn's attention. The presence she had sensed when she arrived on the planet had left its mark here, and a trail followed it. The exclamation point was the rush of death that suddenly manifested itself and the redhead quickened her pace, tracking down the presence that the Force told her to find. Who were they, and why was she being led towards them?

The Sith Lady quickly got closer but was now trying to force her way through the crowd, slowing her down significantly. The beacon in the Force of the one she pursued was still very much there, but she was not looking to let them get away without a meeting. There was something about the presence that displayed untapped potential, a raw power that could be refined. Perhaps that was the reason the Force guided her to them.

[member="Atmeiktes"]

 

[Ria Misrani]

The deed was done.

Charlyra slipped into yet another must scented, rot-filled alley way. Her metallic hands grappled with the old pipe on the wall. One hand over the other, boot over boot as she climbed. No, not climbed, pushed the old durabrick into the wall and made her way up to the rooftop. Tattered cloak swept behind ber as she set her feet upon the duracrete slate. The sight of those below reminded her of infested hives with insects scrambling, and they were, insects. The people here at least, not that she was any better.

As she began to walk away she felt the presence of another, strong with the force. And once more it was tainted with the dark side. Once more there was not much she could say to that having embraced it two years ago. As she stood there, she felt the presence of one other, this one more familiar. And this one, she had been running from for quite sometime.

Darth Saprus.

The Chandrilian's eyes surveyed the roof tops and saw nothing of the red-skinned, black-marked Twi'lek. Saprus had found her it seemed, as she not felt this much of a pull since the day near Taris all those years ago. Time to move, she thought to herself and began her trek across the smuggler's moon wretched rooftops.

[member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Avacyn's eyes trailed upwards as something shifted in her vision, and what she saw from the distance she was still looking from not much more than a person climbing up towards a rooftop could be made out. That was all she needed to know however, and quickly she looked for a way up herself. Dipping into an alley the woman noticed a fire ladder, although it did not touch down to the ground to prevent people from climbing it. Using the Force to aid her jump would draw too much attention to herself, both through the Force and from the people passing by the alleyway, and so another solution had to be found. As luck would have it however, that very solution was right in front of her eyes. Pushing a garbage container right below the ladder and climbing onto it gave her enough reach to take hold of the first step, allowing her to pull herself up.

Looking down from the height the redhead was at, the planet seemed even worse. If at all possible she would never come back here, that much she was certain of. When her feet were finally planted onto the rooftop she looked out, trying to find the one who she watched climb up earlier. The presence was close, but it was no longer the only one she felt. Two people that weren't her or anyone she knew who were strong in the Force in the same place often meant trouble, and she had a hunch that this time was no exception.

With another quick sweep Avacyn finally found the one she had been tracking down. Without hesitation she went to move, keeping close tabs on the other presence that still remained unknown. Whatever the Force sent her after what she was able to discern to be a woman for would not be thwarted by anyone, not as long as she had anything to say about it.

[member="Atmeiktes"]​

 

[Ria Misrani]

Saprus could feel the younger woman's presence, it spoke through the force. The twi'lek lavished it she did not need to be on the rooftops, nor did she need to look up. Charlyra would give herself away just as she always had. Quietly, and carefully she strode through the parcade. Her hand admired the curves on the new speeders that rested, and waited for their owners. In time she knew that the former Jedi would arrive, and so she waited...

Charlyra felt the strange dark side presence draw closer while Saprus seemed to hold steady. She was waiting, and the brunette knew why. You could keep running, but she'd give chase. The time for the encounter would draw near but not before she found out what, no, who this other presence was. She drew near the border of the Corellian and Ramesh districts, the dank order that reeked through the air of rotten flesh and molded buildings that had long since conceded to their decay. Her eyes glowed with a magenta hue that prickled the espresso brown colour of her eyes as they surveyed the ever dim lights of the two districts.

Drugs of every sort seemed to flow between them and the sound of drug dealers, bounty hunters and the like roared over from the Corellian end, while the Ramesh district looked so poverty stricken that it made even the mose senile of Imperialist evacutate their insides onto the broken duracrete. Charlyra stood still in the moment, her cloak holding little sway through the artificial movement of air as it gripped onto every fiber that it could get into. She held still long enough to feel the stranger draw closer to her as her eyes began to center in on a speeder parcade that ran closer to the Ramesh district. "I know you're here, why have you followed, speak now or hold your tongue." She closed her eyes once more keeping in her mind a visual look of the area round her.

As she channeled the electromagnetic lines, feeling them move around her just as the force pushed and pulled on all living things. So too could she push and pull on the natural and man made electromagnetic pulses of the two districts. Charlyra did not need to look behind her, for as she opened her eyes she knew the stranger was there.

[member="Kaalia Voldaren"]​

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

If one were to look down from the place the two were, disgust would be the first thing most would feel. It was where the people who hit the lowest of lows ended up and in a way Avacyn pitied them, but in the end it was not her responsibility to take care of them. The galaxy was a karked place and she knew it, a realization she had made quickly after leaving behind the Jedi ways and being on her own for a number of years. She would sacrifice anything for those close to her, but to try to help everyone who needed it was a foolish notion. No one being on their own could turn Nar Shaddaa around for the better, and even when people would band together for it they would meet heavy resistance from those who profited from the malady of another. If it wasn't to her own detriment the woman would lend a helping hand to another, she was not that heartless, but anything more than that was simply out of the question.

As Avacyn approached the person that had intrigued her ever since she landed onto the planet it was made clear she knew the redhead was there. She stood with her back towards her as she spoke, but it was hardly a reason for the Sith Lady to let her guard down. Still, she was not here for conflict. "There is something about you that intrigues me to no end. Something that separates you from everyone else I have met before." The other presence was unmoving, but she continued to keep track of them. When she honed in on the woman in front of her however, she was finally able to discern what made her want to seek her out. "There is so much untapped potential I sense within you. Room to grow and become more powerful." It was fascinating to her and all she wanted to see was that power being unlocked, to see the vessel of strength within the raven-haired woman being filled to the brim. Perhaps that was what had driven [member='Krest'] to become the Lord of Trials. He was known for having many apprentices, and Avacyn had been taught by him as well, but now that she had equaled him, perhaps even surpassed him, maybe it was now on her to teach.

"That is the reason I sought you out. And in light of it, I have a proposition." The redhead took a single step forward before coming back to a standstill. "I can teach you in the ways of the Dark side and the Sith. Follow me, and if you want you will never see the depressing life of Nar Shaddaa again." It was not Avacyn's choice to make and she respected that, but she hoped that the woman would trust her words. They spoke the truth with nothing hidden- it was nothing but a reached out hand for her to take.

[member="Atmeiktes"]

 

[Ras'kala'han]

| [member="Krest"] |​

"I can sense you."

No one heard Sintel but himself as he muttered, his cybernetic claws hooked into the wall of a building, letting the leather-clad assassin hang upside-down from the wall of an indifferent, relatively abandoned skyscraped - some picked-clean commercial product now used as a sort of shelter for

To think that all this started here when he wanted to make a name for himself. The "Death's Head" killer. The man who scrawled Sith iconography in blood over his crime scenes, the man who was indiscriminate in type or victim, gathering only further and further volume, striking with greater and greater audacity. To think that it only took one man, one wretched Sith Lord with a broken philosophy of Force and pettiness to ruin this, to lop off his arms, to leave him indisposed and stranded and as good as dead for what were years, what felt like decades or millennia.

Where was this man? The 'Krest,' fellow, that name, he remembered the name of that frustrating, simpering Zabrak at least, the name of the person who he respected and thanked for the pain and hardship and hated and feared for all the pain and hardship, his passions were boiling. He reached out in each direction, probing with his senses, hoping to touch on the one-sided bond of resentment, looking for the scantest thread of presence. Yes, faint familiarity.

"Can you sense me? Do you remember me?" He began to crawl sideways along the building, releasing and catching, leaping and striding, letting his metal limbs do the work of propelling him from flat surface to flat surface through the air, tasting the wind muted through his fully covered skin. "I'll make sure you remember me."

"Come find me. Explain yourself. Answer me!" The broadcast through the Force shuddered, he let it ride the endless anxious rippling of Nar Shadda, he let it travel like electricity through nerves as chills in spines, as shudders and nightmares. "Krest! Show me where you are! Show me!"