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An Important Meeting

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Bendali- a world that was at the edge of the galaxy. It was an unlikely place for a company to set up HQ here, but Drakos Systems had done that, it's primary reason being seclusion, and a place to be able to manufacture products. Drakos Systems had was owned by Krayzen Dratos, a secret that the man liked to keep. After his promotion to General, Krayzen had also began to dedicate himself to the company's growth, and the company had signed contracts with the One Sith, something that the Anzati Powerhouse liked.

The company now planned to set up a contract with the Sith Assassins a group that had rebelled against the Republic. Krayzen had been adamant about the One Sith Military going to support the group, but such a thing was something that was not approved. What a stupid decision Krayzen thought, the Anzat waiting for [member="Xavka Duquo"] to arrive.

"Darth Ferus, welcome to Bendali. " Krayzen stated, his voice modulator activated, and the dark side nexus he had from his amror masking his force signature.

" I am on my way to that location." Krayzen replied, via his comms, as he waited for his response.
 
Xavka Duquo, a name that, to the larger galaxy, no longer existed. It was a name that belong to a successful, if distant, assassin for hire who managed to achieve many of his kills without the aid of the Force, as many assassins that flooded the market did so. Now, to those that lived within the dark underbelly that festered within the galaxy, that assassin had died, had taken a contract that proved to be too much for the cold Zabrak to survive. Indeed, upon being welcomed into the fold as a Sith Assassin, Xavka had cast of his name, tying a fake persona that he had worked tirelessly to uphold to it, so that he would become one with the shadows that he had sank into, unknown as a true Assassin should be. But now, that deception and ignoring of name, of identification, had grown a new layer when an unforeseen incident had occurred between he and the previous Darth Ferus. Now, Xavka held the title of Ferus the Lykos, Third of the Name. No longer was he Xavka Duquo, even within the Sith Assassins.

Even with the transformation of name and identity, Xavka had remained stagnant in all other forms. His steadily freezing hearts, becoming more and more apathetic as the weight of the atrocities that Xavka was pulled further into began to press against them, continued to influence his bored, stoic personality where the only time he displayed emotion was within rage or when presented with a hunt. Xavka's choice in attire had also remained the same, he made no move to disguise the fact that he wasn't the previous Darth Ferus. That fact was made clearly evident as Xavka approached the armoured, and Dark dripping, form that was Krayzen Dratos, a General within the One Sith military.

The sound of bare feet impacting metal was the only sound that Xavka made as he strode slowly towards the fellow Sith. His naked feet would momentarily be visible beneath his heavy robes as he stepped forwards, long enough that the curved and sharpened claws that tipped each of his toes was made clearly visible. Beyond his feet, no other feature of Xavka's form could be seen, the folds of his robes obscuring even the online of his figure, as well as the shape of the weapons hidden beneath the fabric, making it harder for any opponent that Xavka would face to ascertain his movements nor fighting style. Not even Xavka's face could be seen, hidden behind a veil of Dark crafted shadows that enhanced the natural shadow cast by the hood that Xavka wore.

Xavka came to a silent stop five meters away from Krayzen, an oppressive aura of Darkness seeming to seep from his form and corrupt the surrounding Force as an unseen amber eye glared at the General. Even when he was greeted, no sound was uttered from within the confines of the shadowed hood, a twisting of sand and wind chapped lips into the form of a smirk being his only reply. It as only when Krayzen spoke again, breaking the silence that was beginning to form between the pair that Xavka spoke. His voice was rough, sounding as if it had been grated over rocks, as one of the scars that crossed over Xavka's throat had once threatened to claim his life and send his soul to Nath before his time and while Xavka continued to live, his voice had forever been corrupted.

"General Dratos." The two words were accompanied by a slight, barely there, bow of the shoulder was all of the greeting that Xavka gave. In the next moment, a shiny black left hand, cybernetic, emerged from the folds of the dark coloured robes, gesturing towards Krayzen. "Please, General. Lead the way. Shall we speak while we walk?"


[member="Krayzen Dratos"]
 
"Yes we certainly shall." Krayzen quickly replied. The man certainly was powerful, at least from what Krayzen could sense via his force signature. Krayzen then noticed that the man was a Zabrak; the Anzat hadn't met a lot of Zabraks in his life, but he was always interested in them, and had always thought of getting one as part of his own personal guard.

"As you know, [member="Darth Ophidia"] recently attempted to rebellion in the Republic across multiple worlds, and unfortunately, she lost. Firstly speaking, I would like to apologize for what has happened. The One Sith should have supported the Sith Assassins, but some higher ups are incompetent, and should not be there." Krayzen stated.

"May I ask a question?" Krayzen asked, waiting for a response.

[member="Xavka Duquo"]
 
Xavka walked silently alongside the heavily armoured form of Krayzen, his feet stepping in time with Krayzen's own, the pair being a study in opposites. Whereas Krayzen wore armour that was solid and metal, rigid and unyielding, Xavka was clad in simply robes - a contrast to the metal behemoth beside him. Even then, as the pair strode past workers, soldiers and guards, all of whom scurried out of the way of the two Sith, the scene did not appear as if Xavka held some great disadvantage to his armoured counterpart, indeed, the steadily flowing and pulsing Darkness that hung around Xavka as a silent miasma portrayed a scene of, at the very least, equality of power between the pair. Xavka, acknowledging this fact, had crafted the scene, allowing himself to walk directly alongside Krayzen in equality, not ahead where he would appear to be the superior, nor behind where he would appear to be an inferior.

Breaking himself out of his thoughts as the synthetic, and modulated, voice of Krayzen came across the audio systems of the suit of armour he wore, Xavka titled his head towards the General slightly, the only sign of recognition that Xavka showed. Beyond that, Xavka continued to stoically walk forwards, showing no other signs of recognition that Krayzen had spoken, remaining stoic. However, he did react at the General's question asking for permission to ask a question in the first place.

Behind the shadows of the hood, Xavka's lips twisted into a sardonic smirk, a faint glimpse of humour recognisable within the depths of his eye. The amusement he felt stemmed from the fact that Krayzen was asking a question to ask a question, as childish and immature as it was, Xavka found that sought of irony humourous. He was also amused at how well the ruse that he was indeed Ferus was succeeding. He had no doubt that he wasn't recognised as the Ferus that people had interacted with in the past, but none so far had refuted his claim to the name.

Realising that he had fallen silent for a good minuet now, leaving Krayzen's question hanging in the air between them, Xavka hastened to quickly reply while showing no hint that he was rushing to do so. "Ah, my apologies. I found myself lost in thought." Once more Xavka's cybernetic hand emerged from the folds of his robes to wave through the air, as if he was able to physically dismiss the length of time that he had let run between the two Sith.

"Do go ahead, General. Ask away." As pleasant as the words had been spoken, Xavka released a slither more of his suppressed Presence within the Force, the Darkness that seeped from him becoming heavier and more oppressive. His purpose in doing so was two fold, to give across the impression that he would not suffer a meaningless question and to test Krayzen; to see how he responded to such an act.


[member="Krayzen Dratos"]
 
"Thank you Darth Ferus. " Krayzen stated.

"I will be short and quick, so let me go right into the question. When you lost the Rebellion, how much military equipment did you lose? How was the Sith Assassins' arms, and resources affected. I apologize if I ask for too much in this question, but I believe it is an important one for what I am about to offer to you."

Krayzen wanted to see if the Sith Assassins had been affected in a massive manner. From his guess, they would have as they had conducted a massive rebellion against the Republic. The Sith Knight then remembered him arguing for the One Sith Army to go to help the Sith Assassins, but his request was constantly declined.

How unfortunate he thought, the Anzat regretting the decision the upper echelon had made.

[member="Xavka Duquo"]
 

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