Ancient Secrets, New Masters (Quin)

[Tanith Alde]

[member="Quin"]

The Blade's Shadow paused. She hadn't meant to, it was unlike her. She was to travel past this system after some simple routine maintenance. One of the exterior plates had gotten a few bolts loose, which was never good, and Safiriel had to set her Nemesis down to fix it. When she put her foot in the rung though to clambor back into the Cockpit she felt something, at the edge of her conscinouness.

"There is a power here" She said out loud, her voice tinted somewhat electronically, not what it once was. Much of her body was altered after her recent failures, but they had improved her. Made her better than the pathetic being she had been previously. She was more now, Much more, She was sith.

She meant to climb back aboard her ship and continue along with her orders but, the Voice, it called to her. She set her feet down on the ground again and turned, the voices growing just a hint louder as she did. She knew what had to be done next.

She set out across the landscape, her booted feat leaving a soon to fade trail behind her as the sand was scattered into her footprints. It was an apt metaphor for her life she mused, To take a step, only to have it erased from existence. She found she liked this.

Eventually she came across a temple, it appeared to resonate somewhat with the dark side, the voices at least promised her this as she entered. Her armors and weaponry made much more noise once she was in the solemn silence of the temple. She ascended up it's steps, and came before an altar.

 

[Darth Carolus]

The Justicar would be seen kneeling before the altar, robes so dark it seems that light is adsorbed into it drape over his body. Throughout the temple the sounds of boots would echo but not surrounding the altar, even the dark unintelligible whispers that travel the temple's corridors would fall silent around the room. Quin would take a stand, using his right hand to lift himself with the help of the altar which stood in the center of the room and keeping a hand on his waist band with his left hand.

"A visitor." emits from the robed figure, the tone undetectable to the untrained ear but subtly that of interest.

Though not turning to face stranger, it was clear that he knew of her presence clearly. Though he would not resonate any noticeable power or connection.

If [member="Safiriel Bane"] took the moment to process the room, she would see Quin standing now infront of the chest level altar, which has two differently sized lightsaber hilts. With four concaving walls around them, with seating carved into them and dirt littering the area.

 

[Tanith Alde]

"What is this place?" Safiriel asked, her voice as tinted with electronics as ever, as she stood before the altar.

Her gaze did sweep across the room, catching every intricacy of it with her heightened senses, from the unique architecture down to the traces of dirty still littering the ground. She raised an eyebrow at the lightsaber-esque hilts on the altar, though the gesture was lost to the observers not capable of seeing through her helmet.

"And why am I in it?" She asked with a tone of suspicious, casually resting a hand on her waist and the myriad of ligthsabers collected there. A total of 9 sabers hung there, each designed differently, a collection of sorth

[member="Quin"]

 

[Darth Carolus]

"Why is anyone, anywhere pet." the tone would turn to that of somewhat undermining and a dominating sense.

The Justicar turns to face [member="Safiriel Bane"], showing a war-torn face. A nose busted many times over with a scar over an eyeless left socket and a right eye heavily infected with the colouring of yellow with darkened red veins. Though the sheer sight would make one clearly assume a deep seated connection with the dark side, he'd continue to not emit any sort of power or connection.

"Did the temple call to you, as it has done to those before you?" the tone continuing to resonate that of a domineering father figure.

 

[Tanith Alde]

(This is soo weird, Usually I call people Pet, Its tripping me up somewhat )

"Yes...I heard it's voice....But a temple of what?" She asked further, taking a step toward [member="Quin"] as if this would somehow answer her question

She could feel the dark side around her, but it was as if the man infront of her was a Null, a Blank within it. A shadow, someone more poetically minded might say, though Safiriel didn't exactly consider herself such

 

[Darth Carolus]

"Temple of Mar, which is simply the namesake one's have decided to place upon it." tone going somewhat neutral.

The Justicar's one eye looks over [member="Safiriel Bane"] with some curiousity, crossing his two arms and clearing his throat. Turning once more to face the altar, going to place a hand upon the altar and nodding simply.

"You heard it's call, that intrigues me." tone remaining neutral, though hinting with clear curiousity.

"What is it you seek, pet."

 

[Tanith Alde]

She paused. She did not mean to. She did not normally pause. She paused now though, she did not rightly know

"I....I do not know....I heard the call and I followed"

She heard the words and even to her they sounded weak, but it was how she felt, and Safiriel had never been the type to hide her emotions.

[member="Quin"]

 

[Darth Carolus]

The Justicar would take hold of both the hilts that rest upon the altar and attach them both to his belt. Cracking his neck a moment before turning and heading past [member="Safiriel Bane"] then down the stairs.

"Follow me." tone continuing to be neutral.

The sounds of the temple now echoing through the temple once more, his own boots echoing creating a duet with the far off sounds of dripping water ricocheting throughout. Eventually the pair would end up in a circular room, sand and crushed bones littering the ground of the room.

"Peaceful."

Quin walks into the center, taking a deep breath and looking around with care. The feeling of power long forgotten would emit from the center, though seemingly from the room itself rather than any third source.

 

[Tanith Alde]

And so Safiriel followed, having only the vaguest ideas what she was getting into, her mission was long forgotten

She looked around the room, and had to find herself agreeing. Had she the time, space or inclination to actually furnish her utilitarian living space she imagined this would certainly be one of her ideas. But as it was she had made no attention to her rather spartan quarters aboard her ship

She could feel the power more clearly now, eminating from all around and from the center of the room itself

[member="Quin"]

 

[Darth Carolus]

"Shall we find out what it is you are seeking?" tone becoming mischievous.

The Justicar raises a hand towards where [member="Safiriel Bane"] and himself exited from and with a flick of his wrist a large metal door slammed downwards, creating a small quake in the earth from its sudden appearance. Taking a large breath, he lets his robes fall to the ground and so with allowing the air from leaving his lunges, so does he release his control of his connection's presence.

Suddenly the feeling of a large wave flowing from Quin would emit from his body, the strength of someone that has seen and been through quite a lot with trained and meditated power of someone years older than the one standing. His hand would unclip the shorter of the two hilts from his belt and with a flick of the wrist, a golden short blade would shoot from the hilt and nods.

"I wonder why I give you warning." tone of musing thought.

 

[Tanith Alde]

At the first set of words two lightsaber hilts would fly into Safiriel's hands and snap into life, both the patented crimson of a Sith's

She did not give [member="Quin"] The advantage of taking the initiative and opening on the attack, instead she darted forward and slashed Lazily at his legs, an easy to block or sidestep atack before she hopped backwards, but rather than giving him the chance to attack she lunged forward with one of her sabers, intent on Catching him off guard

She retained silence throughout her routine, not feeling the need to shout or scream, yell, abuse, threaten, taunt or banter, as most duelists seemed to. She was focused on her task, and not prone to such frivolties

 

[Darth Carolus]

The Justicar, instead of taking a chance, jumps backwards holding the golden shortsaber defensively as he brings up lets out a soft grunt and within a moment lunged himself back into the fray, augmenting his speed to attempt to catch up to [member="Safiriel Bane"] and send a slash towards the left forearm. Shortly after the slash, Quin would go to dash to the side for some distance and hold his spare hand towards his opponent and become quiet.

"Weak and stupid." a voice would echo through her head, the tone echoing Quin's.

 

[Tanith Alde]

Safiriel slid out of the way of the slash. She flourished her sabers in a circle, reversing her grip on them. She heard the voice, and promtly shut it out. That is to say, she ignored it, although it continued to drone on her mentally, taking at least some level of concentration to completely ignore. Sith Alchemy changed one, and after the things she had gone through there we're simply certain things that ceased to bother one, Insults being one of them

[member="Quin"]

 

[Darth Carolus]

The Justicar keeps his shortsaber held defensively, holding his other palm towards [member="Safiriel Bane"] and within a moment lightning arches from his finger tips, though frantically hitting around the room it would clearly be aimed towards the female. Though seemingly ready to parry any oncoming attack.

"Interesting." the word would echo, continuously with no tone accompanying it.

 

[Tanith Alde]

The female in question simply stood their, her arms spread as if welcoming the lightning, a wicked grin on her face under her helmet. There was other certain things one did not notice, sith lightning being one of them. Infact with the right augmentations, it could have the opposite effect. She welcome the pain, letting the lightning crawl along what little of her flesh remained. Sparks bounces along her frame even after [member="Quin"] Stopped casting his lightning.

"That...." She started advancing on him, an almost mad laughter rising from her , electronically tinted as every vocalisation of her's was "Was a big mistake"

 

[Darth Carolus]

"For who." the tone would cut off.

The Justicar would push his boots into the ground as he focused his entirety on augmenting his speed and strength, before leap forward towards [member="Safiriel Bane"], unlatching the second hilt mid leap and igniting a deep maroon saber. His golden shortsaber going to slash at the female's side and the maroon saber aiming to pierce forward at her chest. Quin's focus on his augmentation of the living force around him would make it quite difficult to deal with due to his experience and strength.

 

[Tanith Alde]

Safiriel stepped toward him, her blades swinging outward from her chest to deflect the two blows, though it was certainly a close call, had she acted a split second later she would likely have ended up another charred body on the sands of this room. Rather than disentangle her sabers from [member="Quin"] 's that held them she leaned her head back then cracked it forward against his nose. Dirty fighting? Who said the sith could not employ it as well

 

[Darth Carolus]

'Crack'.

A sickening sound coming from The Justicar's already messed up nose, clearly another breakage though his arms hold true and keep his sabers entangled with [member="Safiriel Bane"]'s. A wry smile would appear on his lips as blood trickled down to meet them, it was clear his mood has changed from neutral to partial enjoyment and within that moment a large gust of energy bursts downward from Quin's being and pushes the remnants of the room away from the center of the room, as this occurs his hands gripping onto his sabers begin to spark a moment before calming and within the moment, he brings a boot up and with the assistance of the living force around him would bring it's heel to the females lower abdomen with great force.

No clear voices would be heard, though heavy whispers would begin to emit back into her mind, unintelligible and mangled voices, multiple speaking all at once.

 

[Tanith Alde]

Safiriel was launched backwards, slammed roughly into the wall. She slid down it and was dropped to her knees, the ghost of a smile hidden under her helmet. This one could fight. She purred to herself as she stood again, cracking her neck to the side as she slowly approached again "And Here I thought today was going to be boring" She said, sometimes even a disciplined being had to indulge in some self indulgence. She pressed the ignitors on her Sabers again, and with a hiss they died down. She hung them on her belt as she withdrew a different saber, a Double Bladed one, Her first and favorite form of Saber. "The Games, May Begin"

[member="Quin"]

 

[Darth Carolus]

The Justicar rolls his arms and holds an offensive stance, maroon saber in his right hand and the golden shortstaber in his left, with his right leg forward and holding his feet steadily on the sand beneath his boots. Quin's breathing would deepen as his attitude changes to aggravation, clearly showing irritation upon his face as he stares through [member="Safiriel Bane"].

"This form." tone mirroring his irritated stance.

As he states this, his body begins to shimmer and give off an odd effect of somewhat transparent, though being able to slowly see through his body the light refracting upon him would give an easily noticeable shimmering.