Wearing:
90 Suit
Armed with: Blade of Falsehood (Single Bladed Red Lightsaber)
DC-19 Stealth Blaster
Came to Cularin in : The Closed Casket (VT-49 Decimator)
Objective: BYOO. (Assassinate Maw Brotherhood Contacts)
Syd sighed as she sent the letter to Starlin through encrypted Holomail.
She was so confused, so deathly confused and uncertain of what she wanted.
She loved Laertia.
Loved her. Not being near was like a dagger in her heart.
For all her Strength, Laertia was a vulnerable creature Psychologically, who needed someone to love and be loved by, even as she did her bloody work. She had been around The Black Knight long enough to know Laertia craved Love more than anything, more than even the death of The Bryn'adul. Syd had wanted to be the one to give her the Love she craved.
And then, at Csilla, it had all peeled back for Syd, laying bear for the first time just how far off the deep end Laertia had gone, working with The Cult she founded.
She had wanted to be someone, ANYONE, but Syd Celsius right now.
The Force Spawn, desiring to submerge herself to buy time to think, began the ritual as usual.
The red headed Force Spawn's flesh warped and wriggled like rats were underneath her skin as she meditated in the Ritual circle, holding Lyli's Lightsaber, submerging herself in a selfish, but ultimately superficial persona.
Lyli Dragi, a creature that was secretly the Master of
Starlin Rand
, opened her eyes, a pale skinned, yet athletic creature with curly, Dark Red hair, wearing what she believed to be a trophy from a Jedi she believed she had slain, gold and navy blue with a metallic sheen, and rose to her feet.
Ever since the Destruction of Csilla, the Confederacy had been paranoid about Agents of the Maw setting up planets in their territory for a similar Tragedy, and had ordered a general sweep of worlds like this one, dispatching agents such as Lyli.
Not questioning why she had woken up in the ritual circle, Lyli instead went to the cockpit, half tempted to call up Laertia for a chat but thinking the better of it just as suddenly. She had Maw agents to hunt.
Lyli set the ship down deep in Cularin's jungle, far from where the Agents were conducting their operations, but not so far that she could not reach it.
Lyli scowled at the Jungle as she walked through it, her catsuit reflecting everything around her. Jungles were the worst. Ambushes from every possible angle. She would have to be mindful of disturbances in The Force.
There was no word on how many potential Maw Agents she was facing, but that was what scouting was for. The fun part--actually killing The Bastards--would come later.
Lyli felt strange. It wasn't the environment. It was from within.
It was like she was afraid, dreading what was on the horizon, but she couldn't name it. Her inner self could though. Even as Lyli, Syd couldn't find full relief from her mistakes and her guilt, and that guilt and fear and shame over those mistakes caused knots of discomfort in Lyli's stomach that she didn't understand.
Lyli came across tracks. She crouched down. Fresh tracks. Not CIS boots. Nobody should be in this part of the Jungle.
Lyli got out her rifle, feeling a strange tingle in the back of her skull. The Dark Side was near.
The False Dark Jedi proceeded through the brush cautiously, holding out her rifle as she came across a wounded Civilian.
"Hey!" The bleeding man said, holding a hand up as he rested against a log. "Don't shoot!"
"I'll think about it, depending on what you tell me." She replied with a malicious sneer, even though The Syd hiding in her would never have allowed Lyli to harm him.
"What happened?" She asked disinterestedly, sitting on a log.
"I was on a... extracurricular supply run when I suffered an engine failure. Tried looking for help. Ran into the Locals. They...they weren't friendly."
"Of course not." She mocked.
"I'm bleeding out here! I need meds! Bandages!"
"You'll get them if I like what else you have to tell me." Lyli replied, the Force Spawn hiding in her mind playing up the Dark Jedi Cosplay to a T.
"What else you wanna know?"
"You see any other non locals? Where's your ship?"
"Lady, I been running for my life. You think I had an opportunity to go sightseeing?!" He snapped angrily. "My ships about four or five kilometers behind me...I think. Think the shot that got me...it came from the east...opposite of wear I was chased. Might wanna look there."
Lyli sighed, pulled out a healing Stims, and injected him with it. The wound on his side immediately started sealing up.
"Thanks."
"Get out of my sight, weakling." Lyli snapped, in a bad mood as Syd's guilt and shame over Laertia built. She headed east.