You Forgot One Thing...

[The End Narrator]

The signal would traverse across the known Galaxy, searching for the one known as [member="Darth Vornskr"] – or atleast where he was located. She was given his codes by a reliable source, well she hoped it was reliable. She stood somewhere within the enclosure of her vessel – The Ardent – a holotable before her shimmered soft blue as she waited for a response from the vile individual she attempted to contact. To the left of her, she had a dossier on Kaine Zambrano. All the information that was available to the higher authorities within the Jedi Order and Galactic Republic Intelligence.

He was a man of some significance one could say – and a man that wasn’t to be trifled with. Perhaps, she was the one who would meddle in his business, perhaps she would be the one to ruffle his feathers and rock the preverbal boat to which he stood in. Why? He took her closest friend and the one thing she had left as family. Maybe something would come from it, maybe not – but she would ensure she planted the seed within his mind that she was coming for him, one way or another.

Maybe she was being frivolous about something she had no control over – a loss suffered at Manaan to which she couldn’t stop. Again, it didn’t matter. For those who knew Aaralyn, they would know she was stubborn to the very core, dedicated to the cause without question and for damned sure wouldn’t stop until she achieved the goals she placed before her. If anything, Manaan was a testament to her sheer willpower, half-dead in the middle of the ocean – she called upon the Force to bring a leviathan to her aide and attempted to bring down the very dropship that carried [member="Kiskla Grayson"] from the skies.

Of course, it resulted in failure and nothing more than a taunt from that man who had an obsession with the Grandmaster.

Her right hand would rise to her chin and rub gently in thought – Then there was the issue of the man who attacked Jedi Knight [member="Kana Truden"]. According to the reports, his name was [member="Reverance"] – what an interesting name. No doubt, he would be a pain in the backside to the Jedi Order like Vornskr had become. Her hand suddenly dropped behind her and a sigh escaped her lips, both hands would clasp together as she turned her attention back to the holocam lens.

Now, she waited.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Half-way across the galaxy, deep within the heart of Fringe territory, on the savage jungle world of Panatha, the God-King of the Epicanthix stirred from his lair. His explorations into the realm of life and death had grown increasingly in size and scope, yet he was still not as close as he would like to fulfilling his ultimate goal of absolute immortality. Death was always a constant thought lingering in his mind, whether it manifested itself as the strange sensation of satisfaction as he wrenched life from the bodies of those he slew, or the deep dark fear of the end of his own existence that frequently loomed in the ever-so ominous future. It was this fear that drove him forward to experiment with the most obscure aspects of Sith Magic and Alchemy, to try and forge a new path and discover a way to keep his existence constant, and unending. He was forearm deep into the open cadaver of his latest experiment when a tingling sensation in the back of his mind alerted him to the presence of one of his hooded servants.

"What is the meaning of this intrusion, wretch? I should have your neck wrung for interrupting me."

"A thousand, thousand pardons milord. But I thought it prudent that I inform you at once."

"Get on with it then." The Lord said as he pulled his gore-stained hands out from the chest cavity of a Man twisted and warped beyond recognition, but still twitching with some sense of awareness of his current surroundings.

"A transmission was received from deep space, addressed to yourself, my liege. It appears to have come from a Jedi."

Now that was interesting, and immediately Kaine went to wash his hands and arms clean of his deep crimson that stained them. "Very well, I will answer them in the throne room." The servant bowed deeply, and disappeared into the corridor from which he had come. There would be another time for him to continue his experiments, for now he was in a mood of amusement, and he wanted to hear what this "Jedi" had to say to him, if it was anything meaningful at all. Perhaps this was the prelude to a ill-attempted rescue attempt on his prize, as he had foretold to her before? Who knows, but Kaine was prepared for anything. So, he re-dressed himself and made his way to his throne room, sitting himself upon the black iron metal monolith before activating his own holo-feed, and responding to the Jedi's. For this occasion he wore a set of fine silken garments, and his black crown fitted with square-cut rubies sat perched atop his head.

"Greetings, to whom do I owe the honor of this call?"

[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

 

[The End Narrator]

“My name is Aaralyn Rekali.” Simple enough, even if he didn't know who she was, no doubt he had people who did his work for him who would let him know within a few moments. She wasn’t apparently dressed for such an occasion to address a man of his stature, he had a fancy crown and well...she appeared as if she was going to break in somewhere. A skin tight synthetic shirt, long-sleeve in nature with a greyish vest that had various pouches and markings of different types in ghost-like letters. A pair of googles were strapped to the top of her head, holding away strands of hazel hair from falling before her amethyst colored eyes. And of course, from the waist below, from what he could see – was a unique looking utility belt with one saber attached high and the pommel of another apparently attached low. Interesting attire for someone who wasn’t close, perhaps she wasn’t as far as he thought?

Her hands came out from behind her back, arms folding across her chest as she stared at the holo of the man before her. He appeared intimidating in some mannerisms, yet he had a sense of righteousness about him – as if he felt not entitled but that level of nobility that was above others. “What would you prefer I call you? Darth? Emperor? God-King...” She trailed off for a moment while looking away before her gaze slowly turned back to the holocam. “Or perhaps we can just dump the pleasantries all together and go the classic route of Sith and Jedi.” She said in a dead pan manner, blinking slowly.

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"God-King will do, or you can just call me by my Sith name if God-King doesn't catch your fancy."

He chuckled darkly as he adjusted himself in his throne, throwing one leg over the knee of the other, and resting his cheek gently on his closed fist as he propped his elbow on his crossed leg. His smile, so vile and mocking, was only outdone by the twinkle of pure malice that danced in his hard, piercing eyes. "Now, tell me why you've bothered me at this ungodly hour. Was it to pester be amount my newest prize? Or did you want to see it for yourself?" He pressed a button on the arm of his throne, and a secondary holo-vid burst into life parallel to the one placed upon him, this one, however; showed a dark, dank cell splattered by dried blood with a single occupant chained to the far wall by thick iron chains. "Don't worry, Jedi, she's still alive... barely. She's a tough one, but she's only tasted a drop of what I have in store for her body, and her mind."

The picture disappeared, and full focus returned to Kaine. "I know the real reason, why you've called me, Aaralyn Rekali. You have nothing to fear, I've left the door unlocked for you. It is funny, though... She adamantly believed that no one would come after her. Said she knew that they would know better, and that they would take care of the Order... I do hope her faith was not misplaced? That just might break her poor, little, heart."

[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

 

[The End Narrator]

Aaralyn’s right eye would twitch slightly as the image of [member="Kiskla Grayson"] would pan into view and then disappear a few moments later. A surge of anger would rush through her like a bolt of lightning to the chest. Her muscles would tense and her mind would freeze up as she sought the words to speak, but they didn’t come. ‘Focus, don’t be distracted.’ This is what he wanted, she couldn’t be baited into a heated debate where she went in, guns blazing. No, she had to get him where she wanted him – not the other way around.

She brought both hands down to the holotable and gripped it tightly, the sound of metal groaning beneath her grasp was evident as she spoke, and trying to remain composed. She looked up at the holo with a sarcastic smile on her face, one that had some displeasure hidden beneath its underlining. She took a deep breath and brought her hands back up, brushing them together in a bit of satisfaction. She wouldn’t be baited, she couldn’t be baited in such a manner.

Oh he was good, her cheeks felt as if they were burned by the twin suns of Tatooine. She knew she was flushed, luckily – he might be able to catch a small glimpse of it before they turned their normal coloration. Her right hand would rise up to press a thumb against her chin and rub in thought. “Oh, this is outside the bounds of the Order.” She cusped her right elbow with her left hand and gestured with her index finger and thumb towards Vornskr. “This is personal Zambrano.” Yeah, no fancy titles for the God-King, although she had to admit – he was quite the achiever when it came to things.

“I somehow doubt that Kiskla believed no one would come for her and that she would be left to rot in a cell or until you broke her.” She brought her thumb back underneath her chin, her index finger gently tapping her lip. They would suddenly fall down to her side, her right gripping her hip while her left openly motioned to him. “What makes you believe I’m coming for you? Maybe I’m going for something more important – something you hold dearly…”

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"It would surprise me, Rekali, that you would find anything that I held dear that was not within my immediate grasp." His lips peeled back to reveal teeth as he smiled maliciously at the Jedi on the holo, his leg now falling back down to rest parallel against the other, his hands now slightly ringing themselves together as he chuckled at the Jedi's obviously displeasure at seeing her once former comrade being strung up like a piece of beef after the slaughter. "And personal, my dear Aaralyn? Why, I thought only Sith dealt in absolutes? It does not matter anyways, you can threw yourself upon my blade if you desire, I will not dissuade another Jedi from trying to break into my domain trying to rescue or avenge someone they once held dear. They all die the same anyways, wallowing in the death throes of their ignorance and weakness, smothered by my power."

Even though she said words to the contrary, Kaine still believed that she would come for her dear Grandmaster. There wasn't much to go after besides what Kaine held within his citadel, besides the rest of his family overpopulated by bastards and second-cousins, but Kaine didn't care much about those. His wife was dead, and his legitimate heir was locked away nice and tight.

Besides, he didn't think Rekali had it in her to kidnap or murder an infant.

[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

(So sorry for the super duper delay, I didn't see that you posted till just now. )