A Change of Pace [The Primeval]

[Blackthorne]

<< Kestal. >>

Silent up until this point, a voice spoke from the background where the High Priests and Guardians of the Host Lord Reborn maintained their vigil. Sha'Matri sat upon a seat of stone, quietly weaving a earthen-hued fabric within her lap. She did not look up from her work.

<< Eluith'orth. >>

The material was transluscent, iridescent, delicate in nature. It slipped through her fingers like water and pooled across her knees, faintly shimmering. A nearby Matri slowly unspooled the thread as she wove.

<< Zhadur. >>

<< Nindolen ph'l'klezn nindel knan l'chath dal l'chath. >>

"Hope. Faith. Belief," said the Matri holding the spool, the very same woman that had guided [member="The Slave"] through his induction on Dantooine, "These are the things that grow the fire from the flame."

<< L'chath shlubnaut yutsu ulu vel'bol ol uriu jal'yur flamgraus. Ol z'klaen lac natha sel mue'hal ulu doera l'chath. >>

"The flame cannot return to what it has already burned. It must seek a new hearth to become the fire."

 

[Boethiah]

"There is power in things beyond even here, and you will help me find them."

The voice continues to speak. Indeed to the outside the situation seemed far less... Magnificent. Of course, Boethiah wasn't doing this for the benefit of others. "In time you will discover a new means to achieve the impossible. The question I ask you is: How far are you willing to go?" The world inside their minds continues to expand, from the darkness comes light and the emptiness beneath their feet turns to sand.

Now they stand on a white beach, with rolling waves gently washing ashore.

"Think on this," she taps his forehead--breaking the spell and returning them both to the physical world.

Boethiah steps back, sheathing the imbued blade at her waist and walks to where she stood before. Now she addresses the rest yet again, "Statements will come in time. First we must stir the sand and see what worm wriggles out."

[member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Joon"] | [member="The Slave"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="AD-Iqatar.13"] | [member="Loxa Visl"]

 

[Darth Empyrean]

A groan formed in his throat, just subtle enough to show discontent before he let out a small outburst in their secluded world, masked in madness and secrecy;

“What do you mean? Why the riddles?”

His annoyance however, was washed away with the tide. As water rolled back into the sea, the sand faded to metal; paradise transformed into flies once more. They were surrounded by nothing more, no answers given, no solutions sought; but there was a thought she had at least implanted in him.

He made no sudden reactions as the spell was broken, only looked down on his asunder hand and walked from the forefront of the conversation. In his place the small pool of blood remained, with it the faint traces of a dark energy, a mixture of the force used against him and his own. The Slave however, ignored the metaphysical stench, finding a seat on the edge of the congregation and leaning back; legs crossed to watch once more.

There were no more points to make, no more grandstanding to be had. He had said his peace, and that was that. Besides, something else bothered him now.

Who was that?

[member="Boethiah"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Joon watched with firey intent at the situation going on, and the emergence of another, a face she remembered from the earlier gathering - [member="Loxa Visl"] – with her mystic ways.

As [member="Boethiah"] released her grip on [member="The Slave"] and emerged back to them all, stood around watching, Joon stepped forward.

”Teach me. Teach me this power.” Joon lowered her head, in awe at the power coming from the Force. ”We will stir all the sands and force all the worms out for our pickings.”

[member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="AD-Iqatar.13"]

 

[Boethiah]

Boethiah watched [member="The Slave"] withdraw to the outskirts of the gathering, but now her gaze turned to [member="Joon"].

"It is now one I can teach, but I can show you how to attain others like it." Now her gaze withdrew to the whole lot of them. "I can teach all of you many things. About the force, the galaxy... And beyond." The witch paces backwards, and circles around the empty spaces of the room. "Assessments are not always agreed upon. Each has their own desire, their own motives. Shaped by experiences I, perhaps, cannot understand."

Her steps take her back to the priests, they simply bow their heads and create space for the young woman to stand at their center. "But I have heard your claims and know the passion that drives them. We will strike, and we will strike soon. Yet first we must settle a conflict internal. There is one final step we must take in the Rift, and it will be a long one." Boethiah turns her head to a more militant figure, an armoured man marked by the symbol of the Bleeding Sun.

He steps forward, and tosses a small circular device into the middle of the room. When it lands a hologram of a starship appears in front of them. A large destroyer both desolate and terrifying.

"This is the Balagoth, the command ship of the Black Court," he begins. "It is the last vestige of their power and a symbol of rebellion. We must capture it to show the other sects that our vision is the truth. Whoever claims the bridge and slays the one commanding it will earn the vessel as their keep." A simple explanation, but a not so simple task.

[member="Aria Vale"] | [member="AD-Iqatar.13"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Loxa Visl"]

 

[Vaylin]

After she had spoken her piece, Vaylin remained silent to everything else. The Zabrak simply watched with mute interest, her attention shifting over to [member="Joon"] when the woman moved closer and whispered. Vaylin looked at her with curiosity, wondering why the human desired the pale one's head. Although, it seemed like the woman shared a similar.

Other than that, there was an eerie silence, just mumurs from everyone else as [member="The Slave"] and [member="Boethiah"] stood like statues.

Then a voice suddenly tore through the quiet, speaking in a language the Zabrak couldn't understand. Her eyes flew over to where the speaker was seated. Like most faces here, Vaylin was unfamiliar with [member="Loxa Visl"]. For a moment it seemed like the Zabrak was dazed, before she snapped out of it in the wake of someone muttering that Boethiah and The Slave had 'returned' from whatever mental trip they had been on.

Again her attention turned to Joon, giving the woman a raised eyebrow at the awe she could hear in the woman's voice. Vaylin was more indifferent, interested sure, but this was her first experience with the Primeval. So there was a certain disjointed feeling to her.

Eventually, Boethiah commanded the room again, pulling everyone's eyes and ears to her. Vaylin watched as the woman moved about. When the device had been thrown, the Zabrak immediately turned to wear it landed, eyes lighting up with interest at the sight of the hologram. She had no real desire to have a ship, but a chance to unleash death on people, that she was keen on.

"And what exactly should we expect to encounter on the Balagoth?"

[member="AD-Iqatar.13"] | [member="Aria Vale"]