Private Unknown Occurrences-Warlords of the Sith

[Darth Acharon]

Acharon turned the corner on of the hallway aboard the Tuk'ata Class Battleship, grunting in annoyance as yet another long empty corridor was there to meet his gaze. He had come to the Warlords of the Sith nomad fleet for a meeting with one of the many Sith that made up the growing flock of dissidents. The Sith in question had supposedly been able to acquire some information on a private interest of Acharon. How the woman had come to learn of his interest, or where she had even been able to get the information she had, Acharon did not know. What he know, though, was that the information he now carried in a datapad tucked beneath the cloak of his armor would come in great use to him in the coming weeks and months.

That being said, the information would do Acharon little good if he could not find his way off this bloody vessel. A warship of great ability it truly was, dwarfing anything the Ailaran Navy had, but it was annoyingly complicated when it came to internal navigation. No doubt a tool to confuse potential boarding parties from enemy ships, but at the moment it was doing nothing but frustrating Acharon.

He paused mid stride as he heard footsteps approaching from the other direction. Looking up, Acharon caught sight of a figure coming around yet another hallway in the vessel. Sighing, Acharon resumed his path down the hallway, briefly inclining his helmeted head in greeting to the other Sith.

Darth Mutilice

 

[Darth Mutilice]

It seemed that his time of wandering was over. Finally, he had a new goal to work towards, and a promising one at that. The Warlords offered the power of the Sith without the crushing control of the empire, it was almost too good to be true. He was already dreaming up his own plan for how to rise through the ranks and achieve the power he wanted, the thought of having an entire fiefdom to rule was incredibly tantalizing. He imagined it would be like his time in the empire. When he had been a Sith lord with a sizable chunk of power, many had bowed to him. It wouldn’t be too long until it was like that again, but not yet. The Warlords were only beginning their crusade and so he would have to wait.

So wait he did. Since he didn’t have anywhere to stay after his exile, he had been offered to stay aboard their spectacular vessel, which he had happily accepted. Once he did, he was finally able to shrug off the pair of tattered, old robes he had been wearing for over a year. It had been empowering to take the appearance of a Sith Lord once again, but what he appreciated more than that, was the feeling of being clean. He had also forgone the long, dark robes he had used to wear and taken up a sleeker look in the spirit of new beginnings.

It had been roughly a year since he had a semi-permanent residence, and a ship filled with fellow Sith was an excellent start. However, a definite downside was that he currently didn’t have much to do. He mostly found himself wandering the massive battleship lost in thought, and today was no exception. Except as he rounded a corner, he briefly made contact with another Sith. When he only received a slight nod in apology, his eyes narrowed. How rude. He spun around intending to say something but immediately thought better of it. He kept forgetting that these Sith were his allies. There was no need to start fights with his allies ... at least, not yet. It would be a better idea to get to know the people he was working with, then he could determine what to do with them.

A rough but cultured voice spoke out to the stranger. “Pardon me, but you seem to be quite lost.” Yellow eyes inspected the other Sith the moment they turned towards him, picking apart every inch of the stranger’s armor, stance, and weapons. Despite the slight difference in height, he gave off the impression that he was looking down on the other. But whether he liked what he saw or not, it didn’t show on his tattooed face. His tone however, sounded slightly amused as he spoke. “Where are you headed?”

Darth Acharon

 

[Darth Acharon]

Acharon came to a full halt when he heard the other Sith he passed call out. He closed his eyes beneath his helmet, controlling the brief surge of annoyance he felt wash over his senses as he turned around. The black robes he wore over his light armor shifted slightly with the movement, and Acharon inclined his head a bit deeper to the Sith. He looked the other Sith up and down quickly, now that he had to do more than just pass him in a hall. Strong, confident, ready for violence. All these thoughts crossed his mind as Acharon took a step back towards the Sith Lord he had crossed.

"I am lost, yes. It is unfortunate, I am not used to navigating ships of this size as of yet. I was trying to find the hangar." Turning his head away slightly, Acharon looked down the hallway, where several crewman were quickly rushing to make themselves scarce. Grunting, Acharon turned back to face Darth Mutilice as he folded his hands behind his back, the limbs vanishing within the dark folds of his robes.

"I do not believe we are aquianted. I am Darth Acharon, Lord...?"

 

[Darth Mutilice]

He smiled, though it was more out of habit than an actual friendly gesture. “Mutilice.” He introduced himself. “A pleasure, Darth Acharon. If you’re heading towards the hangar, it’s that way.” He pointed in the opposite direction his fellow Sith had been heading. It was quite far, the other Sith had practically been booking it in the wrong direction it seemed. He seemed to ponder something for a moment before continuing. “It’s quite far...and I’m heading in the same direction, allow me to escort you.” He said, keeping his body language open and relaxed.

It wasn’t a lie per se. He had been heading in that direction so he probably would’ve come upon the hangar at some point. He might’ve just aimlessly wandered for a while before he got there. He took a step in the direction of the hangar, assuming that the other would follow him without waiting for a confirmation. As he did, he shot a glare towards the retreating crewman, making sure all of them actually scampered off. For some reason, everyone seemed to think that he would cause a scene every time he came upon another Sith. He wouldn’t. He had manners. He wouldn’t just break out into a fight in some hallway, he would at least find a training room or something first.

Though he was still undecided if this particular interaction would come to that.

As he continued down the hall he finally turned to see if the other was following before addressing him. “So, what brings you on board? I haven’t seen you around before.” He posed, seemingly at ease with the conversation and atmosphere.

Darth Acharon

 

[Darth Acharon]

Acharon inclined his head after Darth Mutilice introduced themselves. "A pleasure as well, Darth Mutilice." Acharon turned his head to look in the direction the other Sith indicated, and a small sigh escaped his lips. He had come to a junction several turns back that would have taken him in that direction, but it seemed one wrong decision had spiraled to leading him this far off course. He would need to pay more attention in the future. The offer of a guide to the hangar was welcome at this point.

"It would be appreciated, Lord." As the two of them began to walk towards the hangar, Acharon having to initially catch up with the other Sith, he began to answer the questions. "I am here to seek potential funding for an expedition I am planning. Out beyond the Tingle Arm and into the darkness of space at the very fringes of our galaxy. There is a lot of space out there, and what resources I do have are not enough to fully explore the entire region in a timely manner."