Private Building Friendships

[Darth Wallgof]

Location: Jutrand
Outfit: Robes
Equipment: Single Lightsaber
Tags: Srina Talon

Wallgof had been spending his time researching, building his power and developing his skills since the freedom from Naga Sadow that Srina had provided him. It was necessary for him to demonstrate that he had the desires to stand alone from the ghost that possessed him if he was going to be of value to the other Sith Lord in organising the Sith against the Jedi. Wallgof was determined to create a fist made of Sith that would smash through this supposedly "golden" era of Jedi.

They had to demonstrate the falsehood of the Jedi way. Reveal the Sith were biding time, a brumation, where they not jumping wildly to tear down the corrupt Jedi Order. However, to do this, Wallgof needed to be sane. At least as sane as the Sith Lord could be. Therefore, he spent his time developing his skills in Sith Magic, growing his powers away from the chains of Naga Sadow and strengthened his mental fortitude now that his mind was clearer. That his mental demeaner was collected enough to flip between himself and Naga. He was becoming deadlier as Wallgof, a threat that would be the ruin of the Jedi. They were never going to underestimate his skills again, never attempt to question his sanity. He would make them suffer darkness and insanity, laughing in their ear as they killed one another.

Having spent the time to build his strength, he decided it was a good time to visit Srina once again. He did not have friends, but she was an ally, someone who wished to achieve the same goals as him and therefore worthy of his time and attention. Getting to know her more, work with her on missions and develop their bond so that they could demonstrate how powerful the Sith were as a united front. That was what Wallgof aimed to achieve. If they could become powerful allies, with a strong bond, that could expand to more Sith and with more Sith willing to fight and protect one another, the Jedi would fall.

It had been too long with the Jedi allowed to expand freely. Their corrupt notions of peace, freedom and justice, their ideals were toxic and devastating. It was time for the Sith, a new Sith era.

He would be a harbinger of change for the galaxy. No longer would the Jedi be seen as heroes, they were never that and their lies could not become truths.

Standing at the entrance, Wallgof made a statement of respect, not wearing the beskar armour he had reforged into his Sith armour. Instead he was simply in tattered robes that wrapped around him and leather gauntlets. His dark aura was stronger, a deeper connection to the Force, however as he grew stronger in the Force something else was appearing. A growing signature of Naga's presence, though it was different, it wasn't a possessive control like before nor did the voice speak. It was more that his connection in the Force was developing harmony and combining Wallgof and Naga as one. Something that would not happen if he was truly possessed.

"Inform Lady Talon that Lord Wallgof is hoping to see her once again," Wallgof instructed one of the guards in his deep voice, he did not dare walk around her home as if he was a welcomed guest, not yet. But he did seek to demonstrate his commitment to helping Srina and his respect for her.

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[Srina Talon]

Tag: Darth Wallgof
Wearing: Black
Location: Jutrand [Queen's Gardens]
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"Bring Darth Wallgof to me."

The location of this meeting was far from the library that she frequented and was instead a quiet garden cultivated in her spare time. It seemed to be filled with beautiful, living things, but closer inspection might reveal other secrets to an educated mind. More than half of the plant life was genetically modified and pervasive, intended, to destroy everything else in the ecosystem. There were herbs utilized for ancient alchemy and flora with petals that were so poisonous that most lifeforms would collapse and foam at the mouth not long after prolonged contact.

Srina exposed herself. Slowly, deliberately.

It was the only way she knew of to build tolerance and thwart future assassination attempts. The less-than-subtle luminesce from the sun burning high overhead caused the white of her hair to glow with its own energy. Showing a healthy, resourceful, and conscientious creature. She regarded the arrival of her newfound ally with a certain level of calculation, but her eyes betrayed no emotion when his presence was brought forth. She had known he was on Jutrand the moment his ship landed.

Whispers spread in the synth-capital faster than the speed of light, especially, when her guards had a habit of being overzealous. Discrete, but very dedicated to their duties. A faint smirk played upon primrose lips while she clipped several bright blue roses from their moorings. The long stems almost seemed to have a glint of steel and the shears she used seemed to be reinforced. Industrial, for lack of a better term. She was aware of Wallgof's endeavors.

His journey to self-improvement had begun with his detachment from the shackles of his passenger. Srina respected strength and determination, qualities, that Wallgof seemed to be cultivating with fervor. He was utilizing his relative freedoms to transform himself into a Sith warrior that the Order required to see them into the new millennium. They need not obsess with protecting and defending one another, but moreso, understanding that unity was the key to protecting themselves.

The key to survival in a Jedi-dominated galaxy.

Rising from her crouched position the black fabric of her skirts tumbled unthinkingly to the grass in a dark cloud. Even with her hands covered in a dusky layer of dirt and a streak of it across her flawless cheek she exuded an air of authority and power. She had long awaited the moment when Wallgof might return, stronger, and more resolute in shared ideals. His dedication to the cause and his desire to forge a united front against the Jedi aligned perfectly with her own ambitions.

They were a scourge.

Her interaction with the leader of them most recently had proven it beyond a shadow of doubt. They toyed with abilities and gifts that they scarcely understood while leaving disorder in their wake. At the same time, ever so quixotically, calling it justice. As the Sith Lord was ushered into the sunlit area he would find her making an arrangement of the blue flowers. Though—It would have been something he had never seen. An effigy, a curse, prepared to have at the ready. "Welcome to my garden Lord Wallgof…", she murmured, lifting wicked golden eyes, so that she might visually make an assessment. The young woman looked through him, though, not without finding his core.

Readiness. Confidence. His mind was…Settled.

"Beware what you touch with a bare hand. Do not do as I do…Or you may become fertilizer for my craft."

It was not a threat. Not at all. It was a gentle warning to preserve his life in a place where everything beautiful, desirable, and perfect was also deadlier than any lightsaber. He could survive a cauterized limb. It was a little more difficult to purify the blood. Especially, when her creations had been alchemized against using the Force to cure it. If anything…The varying poisons fed on it.

"What news do you bring? Has your passenger remained dormant?"

 

[Darth Wallgof]

Location: Jutrand, Queen's Gardens
Outfit: Robes
Equipment: Single Lightsaber
Tags: Srina Talon

The guards moved Darth Wallgof past the library of the previous meeting point that he had with Lady Talon, he was not surprised that she was elsewhere in her castle. It would have been more strange that he found her exactly in the same spot that she had been before, hence his request to the guards to lead him to where she was. The place was huge and he doubted that Srina would be able to locate him in the Imperial Tower on Zygerria without guard escort leading the way for her. She was busy, but there was hope in Wallgof that he could show the building blocks of his minor Imperial Order that was on Zygerria. While they were a faction that portrayed themselves as anti-Sith, as well as anti-Jedi, Wallgof used their hatred of Force Users to blind the every day citizen from the Sith guiding them.

Working in the shadows had led the Sith from near death to the first Galactic Empire, centuries ago, it was a method that could be important to learn from and utilise now.

Entering the gardens, there were many flowers that were decorated and they were quite beautiful, though he had no green thumb, Wallgof could tell there was a beauty. It was something he prided himself, while he knew what was generally seen as attractive or beautiful, Wallgof never saw the desires in him that many others held. There were other goals, other tasks that demanded his attention. However, that had been due to a lot of influence from Naga Sadow, it was quite possible things would be different with the voice silenced more now.

"Lady Talon, this is a pleasant different side of you." Wallgof confessed, he was curious to know more about Srina, not due to his wishes to manipulate but she had helped him with a curse, he wished to know more so he knew what he could do to repay such a favour. While they currently held the same goal, working together didn't seem like a repayment. He wanted to be able to do something else, something more. "Sith Magic or alchemy or simply just genetic breeding?" Wallgof asked, there were a number of Sith that loved to create Sithspawn and abominations when given the chance, he was curious if Srina was using her powers to create these unique plants or simply using her vast knowledge for selective breeding.

One was a quick, efficient method. The other was much longer, a demonstration of patience and biding time till the time to strike was perfect. He feared the latter far, far more than the former.

Admiring the plants, "they remind me a lot of yourself, if you don't mind me saying, Lady Talon." Wallgof stated in a smooth, calm tone, "beautiful to the eye, but deathly to the touch." Recklessly touching the flowers and recklessly touching Srina would put a person in the same position. A painful, long death at the hands of the object they touched.

"I have been attempting to practice my skills in Sith Magic. I was always fascinated with what we could do with the Force through that. Skills akin to the Witches, and far exceeding the capabilities of a mere Jedi. Unfortunately, my library on Sith Magic is currently quite limited, so I have been using my skills from before crossing paths with Naga Sadow. Hunting old Sith relics, temples and tombs." Wallgof informed, "the ghost of Naga. It has been dormant. A new sensation to deal with, rarely have I been able to simply think and reflect quietly." He answered honestly.

His fingers in the thick leather gauntlets caressed a flower. "I was hoping for your help on something. I located a relic, on some isolated world. I believe it could help me with learning more about the ancient Sith arts, long forgotten Dark Side arts. There might be nothing there, but there could also be plenty of dangers posed for a single Sith to approach. I was wondering if you would join me on the mission, I can share more details if you would like." His gaze moved from the delicate petals of the deadly flower to the curator of the deadliest garden in the galaxy. A smile on his lips.

"Interested, Lady Talon?"

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