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[Valik]

Warren Valik not so long ago had the pleasure of raiding the Jedi Temple on Tython and taking all of their holocrons. After that, he had spent no small time activating holocrons and copying data to new blank ones. It was a tedious exercise, but one that had granted him quite a bit of practice in creating cheap ones, and quite a bit of time to explore the holocrons themselves and how they were created through the amazing magic of psychometry. The knowledge, while fascinating compared to most technology, went mostly unused by Valik until he had an epiphany, an idea of what to do with that knowledge.

It would require time and effort to carry out his plan, but Valik was a patient man. He'd see it all done. Firstly however, he needed to make a holocron or two himself. Not that he'd do it personally, he needed something to play with that wasn't made by his hands. Thus he called a couple of old . . . friends? In @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] and @[member="Anaya Fen"]. Together, with the two of them he'd make what he needed, a holocron not of teaching, but of corruption. It would be glorious. Impatiently he looked at his chrono. It'd be glorious in about five minutes when they got here. He should have scheduled the meeting sooner, there was work to be done.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Shorn stomped into @[member="Valik"]'s bachelor pad, somehow combining a look of wry amusement and irritation into a trademark Mikhail blend. His disregard for norms were evident in his apparel: a black leather jacket with a grey shirt and black pants that plainly said, "Feth you Sith stereotypes."

Piercingly pale eyes found Valik. Shorn was immensely glad that the man hadn't sent this as a "summons" rather than a simple meeting. He hopped onto the nearest bit of furniture and lounged ridiculously.

"Alright, gadget man, what's this about?"

 

[Valik]

Gadget man was he? Well, it wasn't exactly the most flattering thing he'd been called, but it wasn't inaccurate. He'd been called worse and if memory served correctly Mikhail had worse to throw at him. In his younger days Valik would have made some snarky retort, but he realized that such a thing only wasted time, and he wasn't going to outsnark the throne breaker anyways. Best stick to his guns. Which were apparently 'gadgets'.

"A short while ago the Lords of the Fringe held an election for positions of their High Council. One of them had something I wanted to I created a virus and infected 90% of the fringes data-terminals, denying them information of other candidates and putting up propaganda. Needless to say my candidate won in a landslide because of it, and a kaggath, but it gave me an idea. I'd like to do something similar, except to Jedi Holocrons. For a brief time I had access to a Jedi Holocron that had been given zettabytes after zettabytes of data from one Jedi Master implanting his 'gatekeeper' after another. I'd like to forcibly put in another gatekeeper, to try and corrupt them, put them away from their teaching. I'd like to put an image of the two of you, and your dazzling personalities into the Jedi Order forever."

@[member="Mikhail Shorn"] @[member="Anaya Fen"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Shorn tapped his finger idly, mulling @[member="Valik"]'s proposition over. He had been at the Fringe elections, but he didn't remember seeing Valik. Then again, the Force techno-voodoo wizard didn't need to be there in person to work his cyber sorcery. His tapping stopped suddenly.

"Two of you?" Mikhail's blue eyes narrowed sharply. "Who else did you send out this e-vite to?"

 

[Valik]

"A certain lethan of mutual acquaintance." He said he eyed the throne breaker @[member="Mikhail Shorn"]. "The idea was to try and get multiple gatekeepers active at one time. A Jedi Master on one hand, the original, an agitator on the other to incite contempt, rage, play with their heads." He continued, obviously referring to the more subtle talents of the man before him. "And if I could manage, a third to appeal to their more . . . primal desires. Play with their hearts, emotions." He continued, alluding to @[member="Anaya Fen"], though he'd likely already made the connection. Valik had the impression that the throne breaker was more intelligent than he let on, or at least more intelligent than he'd thought the man when they first met.

"It seems she hasn't been able to join us yet however. We can begin without her, if you are ready and willing."

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Pale eyes flashed and he scowled darkly. Lethan? Toying with the heart? She? Ohohoho. Oh no. Uh uh.

"This better not be who I think it is," he grumbled, eyeing the door as if expecting @[member="Anaya Fen"] to come barging through at any moment. Which, if @[member="Valik"] had invited her here, was liable to happen at any moment. He looked back at the facetiously-calm, crazy scientist. "So now what?"

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya stepped into the room, a smile appearing on her face as she saw Valik, "Vee," she purred "What did-" she stopped eyes falling on Mikhail. Her smile vanished, her eyes flashing dangerously, her fingers twitched as she resisted the urge to reach for her lightsaber. Mikahil and Anaya in a room together was never a good thing, granted they were not alone, but Valik would be able to do very little if this went wry.

"Mikhail." she said coldly, before looking back at the man who had brought them here. "Valik," all warmth had left her voice "I do hope you're not expecting us to work together."

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

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[Valik]

Valik wrinkled a brow as Mikhail expressed distaste to his idea, curious as too the source of his spite. They were soon joined by the woman in question, who expressed similar animosity. He didn't know the history but there was definite friction between the two.

"No, in fact it is essential the two of you work seperately." He said, truthfully before tossing Mikhail a blank holocron. "Use the Force to imprint yourself unto the holocron, with whatever words and personality you desire." He said, before taking Anaya by the arm and directing her to another room. Best not leave them so close to each other for long.

"I apologize, had I known the two of you had . . . history, I'd have arranged seperate meetings."

@[member="Anaya Fen"] @[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

@Valik

Mischievous blue eyes suddenly became flat and devoid of emotion. A familiar deadness suddenly flooded Mikhail. It wasn't a numbness... it was an emptiness. A sort of cold, apathy that made way for vindictiveness. The sudden swirl of the Dark Side about his aura made the air grow cold. Face featureless, he caught the holocron. Fingers absently ran over its hard edges as he continued to watch @[member="Anaya Fen"] with a frostbite stare.

"Good," he rasped, then smiled alarmingly. "That way she won't be all over me. Twi'leks these days." He shook his head mockingly. "Just can't handle those baser instincts"

Turning his eyes and attention onto the holcron, Shorn used the Force to put an imprint of his Force essence on the holocron. He gathered up all his wit, dripping with snide and sardonic venom, and paired it with his distinct lack of concern for any and all beings - a cold apathy he felt right now - and shoved it into the holocron.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

She opened her mouth to reassure Valik that the fault was not his when that dry voice spoke up with his normal snarky attitude. She offered him a cold smile.

"Don't flatter yourself Mikhail, I never make the same mistake twice."

She let Valik lead her away into another room, but she was far from done. She owed Mikhail a world of pain. "Do you need him after this?" she asked Valik.

 

[Valik]

Valik looked at Anaya, then thought for a minute, turning to the direction of the other room. "I'd prefer my lab remain undisturbed, but what you do outside of it is your business." He said, not answering the twi'lek's question directly, but leaving quite a bit of room for interpretation. As long as the mess was his to clean up, he supposed he didn't care. Then again, with few else near his lab he'd likely end up stitching at least one of them up afterwards. Although a chance to examine Anaya afterwards wasn't necessarily a chore.

"But for now, I'd like to help me with my business." He said, and pulled out a blank holocron. "I'm going to make a virus and put new gatekeepers on Jedi Holocrons. I want to corrupt their teachings by appealing to their desires." He said, referring to Anaya. "And enraging their thoughts." He said, nodding to the direction of Mikhail Shorn. "If you could imprint yourself onto this holocron with all of your charms, then I'd be very grateful."

@[member="Anaya Fen"] @[member="Mikhail Shorn"]