Madalena Antares
The Dark Paladin of Chaos
Time always shifted different when handling matters with creatures that weren't tied down by their foundations to this dimension. Madalena knew this, and had expected the wait for the Sith to be a while. She had entertained herself in the meantime sitting at the main controls of the old station, finding out what still operated after all these years, and ensuring it stopped doing so. The old Wild Hunt station had to officially move to the past. The future lay elsewhere.
When the Sith returned, Madalena almost missed it. Her focus had been so deep that her other senses hadn't even realized he had left Braxis and was approaching her. She turned around, the glow of her gaze resting against him as she made her judgement.
And then she rolled her eyes.
"I told Braxis eons ago that I would never pass there," she said matter of fact. Should she take his insistence after all this time that he would keep her from it as a warning? Most likely. But it was not a warning for now. What was more important though, was that
Darth Apophion
had returned the message.
Whether it was out of fear, respect, or reverence, she had still to decide.
As for the interesting bit, all she could give the other Sith was an innocent smile. Madalena's entire existence in this dimension was full of secrets. But unlike Braxis, her foundations had grown as roots into this one, and for all intents and purposes, she was part of it.
"I'm older than I look," she explained, not actually explaining anything.
But still, the quest had been fulfilled, and it would not do to deflect from completing her end of the bargain. Words carried meaning. Part of her wanted to play a little game of but which specific artifact have you come for?, but it would be moot. The Sith had already said it was a book, and there was only one of those here.
Madalena rose from her chair and walked as though this was just a normal office day. The big book had lain in a nearby top drawer, among various knickknacks. She held it in her hands, letting the weight give her some comfort, the smell of tome reminding her of leather but not quite.
Knowledge was power.
That was why she had memorized every page so long ago. And why now, she opened the book without ceremony, flicking to the precise part that she wanted, and ripped five pages out. The Sith would have the book and all it contained, except for one single chapter that would not affect any of his plans for the future. Probably.
"Here you go," she said with a smile as she handed the book over, her other hand crumpling the pages and stuffing them into one of her pockets.
When the Sith returned, Madalena almost missed it. Her focus had been so deep that her other senses hadn't even realized he had left Braxis and was approaching her. She turned around, the glow of her gaze resting against him as she made her judgement.
And then she rolled her eyes.
"I told Braxis eons ago that I would never pass there," she said matter of fact. Should she take his insistence after all this time that he would keep her from it as a warning? Most likely. But it was not a warning for now. What was more important though, was that
Darth Apophion
had returned the message. Whether it was out of fear, respect, or reverence, she had still to decide.
As for the interesting bit, all she could give the other Sith was an innocent smile. Madalena's entire existence in this dimension was full of secrets. But unlike Braxis, her foundations had grown as roots into this one, and for all intents and purposes, she was part of it.
"I'm older than I look," she explained, not actually explaining anything.
But still, the quest had been fulfilled, and it would not do to deflect from completing her end of the bargain. Words carried meaning. Part of her wanted to play a little game of but which specific artifact have you come for?, but it would be moot. The Sith had already said it was a book, and there was only one of those here.
Madalena rose from her chair and walked as though this was just a normal office day. The big book had lain in a nearby top drawer, among various knickknacks. She held it in her hands, letting the weight give her some comfort, the smell of tome reminding her of leather but not quite.
Knowledge was power.
That was why she had memorized every page so long ago. And why now, she opened the book without ceremony, flicking to the precise part that she wanted, and ripped five pages out. The Sith would have the book and all it contained, except for one single chapter that would not affect any of his plans for the future. Probably.
"Here you go," she said with a smile as she handed the book over, her other hand crumpling the pages and stuffing them into one of her pockets.