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[Tenith Vilde]

Location: The Beaches of Roon
Attire: [This]
Equipment: Two of [these]
Tags: Open

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Well, she had done it. Tenith had managed to go to some sort of important, Viceroy related meeting by herself - as in without her Master present - and she survived. By no means had she enjoyed a single moment of it of course, but she did survive it. Unfortunately, it had been very, thoroughly stressful for her. While it was hard enough getting used to having such a title and responsibilities, there was then getting used to being around non-native people, and the droids. The last bit was the worst of it all, and yet Teni had endured and made it through without snapping or blowing the heads off of any droids that came into the room. It had been tense, uncomfortable, and when she was free to go? She had bolted like her rear end had been lit on fire and retreated back to the lands rightfully marked by her clan.

She had nearly torn the more publicly presentable attire from her frame and had immediately replaced it with something much more comfortable and fitting to her nature and person. Then she had left her abode, grabbed a pair of weapons on her way out, and put distance between herself and the tribe without so much as a backwards glance. She needed fresh air, and to clear her head of all the negativity she had built from her discomfort in that room just an hour ago, so she traversed to the very tip edge of the Vilde territory, let the waters of the ocean brush against her feet, and then began an admittedly intense workout with the crude weapons she had brought with her.

While yes, Tenith had her own lightsaber, it was not very often that she used it. She knew how - and when training with her Master it was all she used - but it was another piece of technology that she was still attempting to get used to. So for now, while she had the opportunity, she stuck with what was familiar and comfortable to her. The movements with these blades were intricate, and with her footwork in place and on par it was more like watching a dance, a dangerous and deadly dance at that. It certainly took an admirable amount of trust in one's self to not only wield such weapons, but move with them the way Teni was. Twists and turns of her body that brought the blades mere hairs' breaths away from her body at times, yet she did not hesitate. There was never a hitch in her movement, nor an uncertainty in the way she moved either.

It was merely a means for the young woman to let off some steam, but to any who might look on? Well, who was she to say what it might look like to others?

 

[Darth Vinaze]

When Derleth was told of the Cloak of the Sith, the region where Roon resided, he expected it to be much like every other Sith world. Instead the world was very mundane. Nice, but mundane. His quest to find one of the legendary 'Roonstones' had been for nothing, it seemed. He left the forest with chagrin and began to walk the beach. He made sure to stay near the treeline and the shade. Sun wasn't good for Umbarans. No more than a hundred yards he could see a figure... dancing? He wasn't sure from the distance, but the native Roonians had seemed weird enough that dancing on a beach alone didn't strike Derleth as being any different.

As he approached, the figure became recognizably female. It appeared she wasn't dancing, but practicing some form of martial art. Or maybe it was dancing? Derleth had little skill in dancing and little skill in martial arts beyond Shii-Cho. He watched curiously from the tress. He supposed his thick, dark attire wasn't the friendliest to see staring at you from the forest, but there was little he could do about that. He hoped this girl had never seen a Sith. Knowing the isolation of the Roonians there was a good chance she hadn't even met a Jedi... he hoped.

Tenith Vilde

 

[Sabine Delacroix]

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Location: Roon
Attire: This (but with a cloak and mask)
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tag: Tenith Vilde | Darth Vinaze​

Reyida walked through the ‘streets’ of Roon, why she was drawn to this place was irrelevant she was here and after so much time lost to her she needed to see the galaxy as it was now, in her time there were tales of this planet but none had found it. The looks she got from the locals were interesting, perhaps they had never seen a Sith or perhaps they found it odd when one wore such heavy clothing in a temperate climate or perhaps it was just that she had wandered into the village like it was hers. ​

It was a much wider galaxy than in her time, Empires had risen and fallen, great Sith and Jedi alike rose and fell just like their empires. All was vanity, she smirked a bit behind the mask she wore, her black robes enveloped her, and the hood was drawn over her head only a few rogue strands of blonde hair fell from below the hood and hung oddly around the mask. She was not looking for a fashion statement however, she was looking for what drew her here an artifact perhaps, maybe a holocron she followed the draw of the force until she looked upon a girl on the beach from a distance, she looked to be training a martial art, saber forms? Interesting indeed, the force did sometimes surprise her when she deigned to listen to it instead of trying to manipulate it.​

As soon as she saw the man walking toward the girl she ducked into the shadow of a large rock formation on the beach and hid her presence, watching from the darkness what would transpire. Did the force bring her here for the man or the girl, she wondered to herself as her hand went to her lightsaber and she watched waiting for opportunity to intervene, maybe even play hero if the girl proved to need rescuing.​

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[Tenith Vilde]

Location: The beaches of Roon
Attire: [this]
Equipment: Two of [these]
Tags: Darth Vinaze | Sabine Delacroix

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It was amazing how much such physical activity really did put her at ease. The ease of movement, the weight of the crude looking blades pulling her as well as balancing her out, it helped Tenith much more than she had expected it to. In all honesty, she had expected to need to return to the clan and do some yelling - not because anyone had done anything wrong, but because she had figured she would need to vent and get the day out of her system. Luckily for her people, and herself, that didn't seem as if it was going to be the case.

She had been at it for a while, emptying the thoughts and emotions of the day from her system, and then all at once she came to a stop. Her breaths were deep from the activity, but not heavily so. She had learned breath control early on in her training for a variety of reasons. For the time being she merely stood still, hands still gripping the pair of blades though they were hung at her sides now. She was no longer alone, and whomever had come down the beach this far to see what she was up to was not one of her own.

Tenith's frame half turned to face the treeline, and her expression was guarded to say the very least. Whoever was there watching her was in touch with the Force, and at a darker level than Teni herself had breached. For a time she merely stared into the space, not moving or doing much else than observing. And then her weight shifted, she loft a brow, and a frown pulled down the corners of her mouth. "You do not belong here." She seemed to be saying those words to new people quite a lot lately, it seemed. But this time, rather than a social blunder and language problem, the words were said exactly as she meant them. This was her sacred place, after all, and whomever was in the trees? Was most certainly intruding.

 

[Darth Vinaze]

"Where exactly is here? I'm not used to seeing many people doing martial arts in the middle of nowhere, and I'm turned around from the village. Could you help me out?" he slowly began to approach her, hoping not to spook the girl anymore than he had. He suspected she recognized his presence in the force as that of a Sith. With his Sword, Iod, sheathed on his back he was ever present in the force. The last thing he needed was to be outed as a Sith. First his mission on Roon had failed, and now his studies would be set back. Perhaps he'd try kybers next, if he managed to get back to the village without this girl biting his head off...

Tenith Vilde | Sabine Delacroix

 

[Sabine Delacroix]

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Location: Roon
Attire: This (but with a cloak and mask)
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tag: Tenith Vilde | Darth Vinaze

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Reyida decided to give up her position rather than squander an opportunity, she emerged from behind the rock, black cloaked, hooded and masked her attire did not match the climate at all but she did not care what was important was function not style. She was still masking her presence but from his vantage point it would be certain that Derleth would see her approaching them unless he was totally oblivious of course. She advanced on them quickly but not quickly enough to be perceived as a threat by Derleth or the girl, and so she spoke first.

“You are a long way from home young Sith. What is it you seek all the way out here?” her voice was smooth and calm, if not an air of arrogance around it, she abandoned pretense and let the Sith and by extension the girl feel her in the force, she was something old and powerful not be trifled with lightly her hands and arms tucked well inside her cloak, no threat was in her mind no plan to attack at least not yet she was for the moment content in discussion. Her eyes hidden behind the mask fell to the girl. Being this close she was now certain that it was her that the force had led her there to see, which meant the Sith before her was expendable if it came to it.

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[Thal Mantis]

From one end to the other, he'd arrived more or less in the same state that he began with.

Thal Mantis was a lot of things, and chief among them- was lost.

Lost and in search of purpose. Roon had been a pit stop on journey, more or less. A search to find the great, fabled 'Roonstones' had produced nothing more than empty promises, turned out pockets and a distinct feeling that he didn't belong.

A novel understatement of the century, Thal Mantis not belonging. Abandoned and left, by a father and absentee mother-

Now at the whims of the galaxy, unsure of what he was to do with the lightsaber on his hip, or the time spent with the Jedi. For now, he was a man, broken and lost.

The flash of light chased the hypnosis of the beach away from him. Lightsaber. Here. But not clashing, not fighting. Dancing, training, maybe. Unlike the others there, he was not masking his presence. The anger and hatred he carried with him were as heavy as chains, anchoring him in his sea of malice that he constantly was being pulled under by. The Jedi told him to let it all go- but in reality, that was easier said than do. His eyes, downcast initially, turned to face the group. He was a distance away, but they could see his silhouette.

And more importantly- they could sense him. A turmoil, a man trying to fight what he felt at any given point of the day gave a distinct, unpleasant sensation through the force, to say the least. But for now, he was content on keeping his distance.

 

[Darth Vinaze]

Feth. As if it could get worse. He could feel the presence in the force of the woman who just approached, and he knew she could feel his as well. She had correctly pinned him for a Sith, making Derleth wonder if she too was a Sith. He could see another man approaching from a distance as well.

“I'm lost. I suppose with the amount of people on this beach I should consider myself found. Who are you to care about my business anyway?"

He thought to move his hand to his sword, but quickly realized he was no match for these people. He would wait until theright time to leave this awful predicament.

Tenith Vilde Sabine Delacroix Thal Mantis

 

[Tenith Vilde]

Location: The beaches of Roon
Attire: [this]
Equipment: Two of [these]
Tags: Sabine Delacroix | Darth Vinaze | Thal Mantis

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Well this was becoming down right ridiculous. First the appearance of the first stranger, and then two more? Almost instantly Tenith's guard was up as she became out numbered, and her grip visibly flexed on the weapons in her hands. She did not bring them up to make herself appear hostile, but she was most certainly ready to draw them up and use them if the need suddenly arose. She may not be a Master of any given school in the Force, but she was uncomfortably aware of the vibes these three guests to her home put off.

"More," she spoke out, then made a noise when she seemed to realize that singular word made no sense. "More of you." there, that was better. Her accent was still thick, and she still had problems now and again with the common tongue, but at least she managed - even when she didn't have to. "You don't belong." she repeat the words yet again, though this time not just to a singular figure. Oh no, this time there were three people she could feel and see.

But, that of course wasn't getting her anywhere, just telling them what they probably already knew. So with a huff, she spoke again. "Why are you here?" and it wasn't just addressed to one person. She wanted answers from everyone as to why they were not only on her planet, but in her ruled territory as well.

 

[Sabine Delacroix]

Location: Roon
Attire: This (but with a cloak and mask)
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tag: Tenith Vilde | Darth Vinaze | Thal Mantis

Reyida felt another approaching from behind her, she didn’t need to turn to make sense of it a confused young man, even from far away she could feel the anger and pain that surrounded the young man, perhaps she could use him to rid herself of the younger Sith, she looked to the Umbaran this situation was becoming needlessly complicated and she needed a way to uncomplicate it and the fastest way to do that would be to seize the initiative, she turned her head to Tenith Vilde and nodded her head at her. “Apologies for trespassing on your world, I am a scholar and explorer I mean you nor your people any harm. Though you seem to have attracted much attention.” she bowed slightly, there was no lie in her words at all it was true she was both of those things, however in this case it was not either of those curiosities that drew her to Roon it was indeed the young woman before her that had captured her interest, perhaps even the young man approaching as well could be useful.​

Her gloved right hand was still shrouded under her cloak, concealed and dangerously close to her lightsaber should the need arise, she looked to the Umbaran her masked face turned toward him as if daring him to challenge her story in any way and she would undo him here and now, and it would not be pleasant for him. As for the new arrival Thal Mantis she was content to watch him from afar through the force, tempting as it might be to twist his mind, she would play her current game so long as the situation stayed in her favor.​

 

[Tenith Vilde]

Tags: Sabine Delacroix | Darth Vinaze | Thal Mantis

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Well, at least one of them spoke, though the information passed along caused Tenith's brow to crease. Her fingers flexed against the weapon she had in her right hand, but there was no threatening thought in her mind. No, right now she was set to the defensive, and for clearly good reason all things considered. Lately more and more people had been coming to her planet, and more often than not she found herself dealing with strangers. Granted, she knew this place was back on the galactic map so to speak, but that didn't make having people wander into her territory any easier to digest.

The subject of her attracting attention made her head turn to glance at the other's briefly, though Teni's gaze went right back to the woman. "Scholar," she repeat the word, "What is it that you are here to learn?" she made a noise in her throat and shifted her weight more to one leg than the other. "Or find, for that matter..." she was no stranger to scholars, or at least what they were.

It was a fair question, and since the men who had found her as well were not speaking up? Well, this scholarly woman currently had (most of) Tenith's attention. She was not foolish enough to let her guard down, after all.

 

[Sabine Delacroix]

Location: Roon
Attire: This (but with a cloak and mask)
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tag: Tenith Vilde

"No great mystery there" she smiled beneath the mask, shaking her head very slightly "Your world is virtually unknown to most others, I am just here to observe and to learn" of course there was more to what she was doing here but she did not want to bring the young womans guard up, killing her was not the intention rather her drawing her to her side she already had the anger, the resentment she just needed to focus it and she would be a wonderful student, it had been so very long since Sabine had found an apprentice, a few thousand years give or take if you wanted to be precise.​

She made no threatening moves at all, perhaps the force might warn the girl something was off it was always possible it was something one had to contend with at times as the force was often fickle try as it might to find its 'balance' something would always tip it one way or the other as she was wagering it would tip in her favor at this moment "I have come a very long way, I don't suppose you could indulge me for a little while? Then I will more than happy to leave you in peace." it almost sounded sweet and harmless as well as she could manage either of those anyways. For her part the tone kind of made her own skin crawl at how nice it sounded.

 

[Tenith Vilde]

Tags: Sabine Delacroix |

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That...was not exactly the answer Tenith had expected, nor had it really answered her question. Sure, there was the skirting of an answer there, but really it was as if the answer were being avoided entirely. So many new people continued to show up on Roon. People that Tenith was admittedly a little uncertain of, and on guard towards if only because of the technology that came with them. But whatever the case, this woman was up to something far more than a mere explorative campaign.

So when she was asked if she could give this stranger a bit of her time, Tenith was admittedly a little taken aback. Her gaze temporarily swept along the other bodies on the beach; bodies that had fallen silent and had not spoken up a word for whatever reason once this woman had decided to speak up. As such, Teni made a noise in her throat and her gaze went back to the masked woman stood across from her. She didn't much care for that sickeningly sweet tone, but it hadn't made her hair stand on end, so there was that.

"This way," she spoke up, and turned to head towards the village of her clan rather than remain by the choppy waters of the ocean that were starting to rise with the tide. "It will be dark soon." she point out to the other woman - and the others whether they listened or not. "Best to be home." she was still learning to speak this universal language well, but at least she hadn't mixed up any of her words this time.