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A Feast of Souls

It was nearly impossible to recollect within the hundreds of years of his existence when he had begun his search. Yet, in spite of it all, not a day went by that he did not consider the possibilities behind his drive; behind the very nature of the force that drove him.

What he sought, beyond the comprehension of simpler men, lay at the end of a journey that had brought him first to the planet of Malachor V. Decades, centuries, millennia had passed since it had become a shattered husk of it's former self. A planet once lush with life and the pride of the Mandalorian Empire, now left as nothing more than a floating pile of rocks with the remains of an ancient temple within.

Unfortunate as it was that what he sought was not within the bowels of such a wretched tomb. However he was unswayed by such a shortcoming, resolute to continue his search across the stretches of the galaxy should that be necessary. And to the likes of the planet Telos IV; the known resting place of the being whose power he sought.

Pitiful was the thought that such an essence, a gargantuan presence, could be defeated as it was over a planet that once could not hold a torch to the forces that oppressed it.

It was there that he found the information he had searched for for so long. A time so extended he had lost tune with it's true length. Within the remnants of the planet's surface structures, far from the eyes of the unknowing public, he found the archives that held the answers to his questions. Star maps to guide him, records to teach him and enough knowledge to whet his appetite for the power that lay in wait for him on the planet Volik.

With this information in hand, he almost felt as if that same hunger began to take hold of him, drawn ever more in his insatiable desire for power to seek out the source. Had he not gone mad long ago, more could be said for the wild thoughts that consumed the mind of the aged Sith. He was not yet raving, but there were those whom he passed who strayed but a few feet further away as he passed.

He made swiftly for the hangar of the station, but was not without the awareness that one dared not heed the caution his presence warranted. Something even he dared not deny of it's warranted admiration.

His search would continue, distractions or no.

[member="Ignis Imura"]
 
Kinta was surely going to be pissed with me. Leaving her like that at the space port? She was not the kind of person who would allow me to just run off. She would look around for me physically for a bit, but eventually, she would find my mind. Having the rings allowed us to speak to one another despite the distances that we were at. Hence why I was taking it off after I was tailing this Sith Lord.

Stupid idea? Yes. The idea that this being, who I could feel was well beyond the years of any other being I had felt before, was just here for whatever reason. Sure, I could likely be killed for following the man, or the fact that I could be thought of as a threat in taking whatever he was looking for. Yet, even if he did feel me, which I suspected, why was he not doing anything about it? Instead of asking that question over and over, I just prepared myself for the worst.

Tightening the straps on my bracers, I flexed my gloved hands a bit as we were getting once more closer to the hangars of the station. I followed behind with some haste. This man seemed all to pressed to get where he was going in a hurry. While the man walked into the hangar, the doors were closing behind him. Not sure if he was trying to lose me, just they did on their own, but I ran at him. Using a little bit of the force to speed me on my way to slide at the last second into the doorway, and past it.

Bringing myself to a stop by moving to my knees, I tried to prepare for anything, just in case I was caught.

At that moment, I could feel a voice trying to reach me through the force. Blocking it out, I moved on with following the Sith Lord. Awaiting what was for me.

[member="Darth Aion"],
 
Little thought crossed the Sith's mind in consideration of interests outside his own regarding his search. Whether or not it was the power which he sought or the very madness that ruled his mind, the only clear reality was that little could deter him from his now careening course down a path into a swirling darkness few could possibly understand. Though most were welcome to try.

Unceremoniously he pressed on in his effort to rid himself of the pitiful station that the inhabitants of Telos IV once called home. Each step took him closer to the destination, each step drawing him further away from the insufferably demoralizing reality that he was slowly losing himself to The Fade. Fractured memories of a time long past threatened to surface, his mind writhing in vain for a sanity it had long forgotten. Yet, as his ship came into view inside the hangar, he could not feel any of it as a hindrance from the purpose at hand.

Until something outside the machinations of his mind caught his attention. A motion, a presence barely significant to his ailed cognition, grasped his senses for the briefest of moments; his very being contorting to the direction it had come from. He did not turn to face what had arrived, however, instead choosing to, step at a time, approach the hulking mass and goad it to follow him. Were it a guard he would have known, were it a Jedi he would have slain them upon their arrival but this was different. There was no tension, no bloodlust, no rage; naught but the most meager of curiosity as he left the docking ramp down long enough to invite whatever followed.

Even still he pressed swiftly to ready the ship and engage the engines. His destination lay across the galaxy, far beyond the regions in which he now called home. Volkin, an inherently peaceful but uncharted world plagued by death, awaited him in the deepest reaches of the Unknown Regions. The report, though heavily degraded, carried an ominousness to it only the depraved would ignore.

It called to him. And he would answer the call of death's envoy.

[member="Ignis Imura"]
 
After sliding in, I could see the person stop for just a moment, hesitate, then move on. Why was this happening? And why was he not going for me? Did he know I was here? Surely he did. I assume it was a he. I mean, as large and as masculine he was, it must have been a big guy, or a really butch woman. The person continued on. Slowly walking behind him. The hangar was fairly open to the service members who were fueling up his ship and what not, so I walked onto the ramp like I owned the ship. However, carefully taking steps to not be loud at all. Hardly hearing anything myself in fact.

The ship was impressive though. Good on him for having one like this. Either way, I followed into the ship. Making my way after him, and slowly slinked into the engine room. The loud revolutions of the generators and whining of the engines themselves could cover any smaller sounds I would make. So I put myself into the corner and side of the room. I took a moment to move behind a container and stayed there. Trying to tell for various moments in movement of the ship.

Were we moving? It didn't feel like it. Taking this moment, I put on my ring. And made communication through telepathy with Kinta.

"On a Sith's ship. He looked in a hurry to do something, so I joined him."
"What the hell are you doing!? You joined him?"
"Kind of."
"Answer me."
"I'm a stowaway on his ship and trying to figure out what he is doing."
"If he is about to kill you, tell him to put on the ring and contact me so I can get your body you asshat."
"Will do."
"NO! you need to keep that ri-"

I cut off communication from her by taking off the ring, and then placed it in my pocket once more. Ready for what was next.

[member="Darth Aion"],
 
It hardly irritated his mind to consider the other who was following him. His hands flew over the consoles, the lights flashing here and there indicating systems of the craft that were not operating at one hundred percent capacity, and in a matter of minutes the ship was off the metal platforms of the hangar bay and in the air. While he was certain that the individual who had boarded the craft after him had made themselves comfortable in one of the less explored compartments of the ship. Let them remain as they were, now was not the time to concern himself with such things.

Once the ship was carrying itself out of the facility and up into the orbit of the planet he began to input the coordinates for the Volik system. Once the computer had processed the request and the hyperdrive began to warm up, the Sith leaned back into his chair and allowed the Force to permeate him as he stretched out to feel the ship and space around him. Whoever was aboard his ship was there by their own accord. Whoever they were they would be dealt with upon their timely unveiling of their presence. He wasn't concerned with them outside of the object of his current labors.

The ship entered hyperspace as per a timer and for a time everything was silent. The sith rose from his chair and took a brief trek through the ship to inspect what little he kept there and, for a few moments amidst the duration of his journey, he paused to consider the potential reprisals for his current endeavor. After a few moments, and a good portion of pointless introspection later, he retreated once more into the cockpit and retired to the chair to observe the bright tunnel of space that was the brilliance of hyperspace travel. In time he would arrive at his destination, he would find his prize.

The interloper, should they choose to be such, would be answered in time.
 

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