Dancing in Moonlight between the Headstones (complete)

[Arabella Darkhold]

The moon was full Bella looked up it was so bright she could see clearly everything around her. Her inner sight moved along the edges of where she sat slowly she weaved over paths, and streets.

It was eerily silent nothing was moving, but them again she tended to like when it wasn't so crowded it gave them time to think plan and walk about.

She had sent the message clearly and waited for him to come. Did they have something to discuss.

There were words yes, but they had already been through a lot with each other. It had been an experience that had brought them close to death only to invigorate them once more. It seemed to bind them together tighter in a bond that not even death would break.

But would he accept her for what she had become, and would he listen to what she had to say.

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[Muad Dib]

Time changes everything. And yet changes nothing. He sat in the hold of the ship, a transport freighter, with miscellanous cargo being transported to Alderaan. Sitting there in the darkness he breathed slowly. Eyes were closed. If one was to come upon him they would perhaps think he was in slumber. But nothing was farther then the truth. Yes, his body rested. But the mind of the man sitting in the dark was aflame with activity.

He had gone by many titles in his time. Madman. Sith. Mando'ad. Monster. Villain. Evil. Killer. Warmonger. Even Friend. Brother. Lover. Savior. A sigh escaped pursed lips. Yes, he was all of these titles. And none of them. Three hundred and forty seven years, nine months, and eleven days. That was how long he was in hell. But he had been returned. Eyes opened and the darkness of the cargo hold was illuminated by the irridescient blue glow from his luminous eyes like a raging fire barely restrained. Much like the man who the eyes belonged to.

The ship shook lightly as it enetered the planet's gravity well and descended to the spaceport. Rising the man straightened the pack that hung from his shoulders. He was dressed in his normal attire. Trousers, boots, long sleeve tan tunic with his mangy leather jacket over top. A curved knife made of mythosaur bone rested snuggly in its sheath on his belt. Shrugging slightly he reset the sword strapped to his back. A low whistle from him called to his companion.

Two more glowing blue orbs blinked into existence. As the ship settled the running lights came on and the animal walked over and rubbed its massive head against his side. The tuk'ata was a sight to behold. The horns adorning its head like a mane and the thick sharp spines running down the ridge of its back to the muscled tail weaving side to side. It was a fearsome sith to behold. But the intelligence burning in the blue orbs with a predatory cunning was perhaps the most frightful thing about the sith hound. Chuckling lightly the man patted the beast on the side with an open palm and murmered, "Tracyn, ner burc'ya. Udesii."

The ramp lowered and the man walked off with the great hound following at his side. Across the port they walked toward the outer customs desk. A young woman sat their staring in fright as they approached. Stopping before her the man couldn't decide who she was more fearful of. The beast or the man who walked alongside such an animal. "P-p-papers", she stammered. With a quiet chuckle he handed her his identification. Her eyes widened as she ran his name and saw warrants, crimes comitted, affiliations, and other such information cross her screen. It was a definite answer now. It was he she was most afraid of now. With a wave of his hand he erased her short term memory. She sat with a glazed look in her eyes as they walked around the desk.

Pausing he looked at the screen and nodded with a frown. Muad Dib was plastered on the screen with several warnings flashing on the screen. Placing his hand on the electronics he let a surge of electricity flow from his left hand frying the terminal. The tuk'ata growled. "K'uur." The great sith hound quieted. The pair slipped from the landing pads and disappeared into the city. As they moved he pulled the hood from his jacket up, concealing his face in the shadows. All except the glowing blue eyes.

As they walked along the nearly empty streets They drew looks of fear and curiosity. And fear. Much fear. He could taste it on the wind. It brought a small grin to his face. Pausing on a corner he raised his head and breathed in catching a scent he well knew and recognized. The clean purity of a sandstorm. The sweet fragrance of a desert blossom. The wildness and inherent danger of the wasteland cacti. He grinned and patted the beast murmering, "Oya". Tracyn looked at the man and opened its jaws wide, teeth glistening. Then it leapt high against a wall and, with its talons, climbed to the rooftops to disappear.

Closing his eyes he shared his scent with the beast and the tuk'ata tore across rooftops tracking it. Walking along the man felt the bond, the connection, vibrating and knew he was close. A growl in the night signaled to the man from two blocks over. Sliding through the darkness and illuminated by only moonlight he paused leaning against a building. His eyes took in her form, the form of Arabella. He stood and watched her move with lithe grace. She was as beautiful as ever. The tuk'ata watched from above with cocked head looking at the creature that had enraptured his master so.

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[Arabella Darkhold]

The breezes has shifted as they came across the mountains into the valley where lights of Aldera City glowed like a beacon in the night. Ships coming and going out of the spaceport gong to who knows where and maybe never coming back.

She smiled never coming back. She had sworn that and yet here she stood standing where she had sworn not to.

Cobalt blue eyes swiftly looked around she felt that familiar tingle but where was he hiding. It would be easy to following that familiar strand of familiarity to him but that was too easy.

She smiled as she remembered their first meeting taking place among the devastation of Dromund Kass. She held up her arm looking at the runes still there a reminder of where they had been and what they had been through.

She felt his presence growing stronger with each step she felt her own need and cravings for the sound of his voice and to feel his presence wash over her begin to claw at her insides.

Across the distance she reached out to ask him a question using telepathy "Do you like what you see Muadie, or are you just lost?"

Perhaps a game of hide and seek was needed. Where was Muadie now...closer than before..a street a way...or two...Bella began to walk slowly there was a place to meet not far.

Would he follow?

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[Muad Dib]

He watched her move gracefully down the street. A small grin broke across his features as several memories played through his mind. Arabella dancing carefree in the rain. Arabella spinning through a temple, her lightsaber twirling around her. A dance in a long forgotten bar as flames writhed alone the walls.

Shaking his head side to side lightly he came back to the moment as he felt her call out through the force. A small chuckle rumbled from his chest as he watched her flit away in a game of cat and mouse. His blue eyes glowed. He loved games of chase.

Running forward he jumped up onto a table and then another leap up he caught the edge of the roof to pull himself up into a crouch. The sith hound looked at it's master who was behaving oddly. A grin at the beast and off Muad ran after Arabella. He slowed after leaping to the next building. The connection was thrumming between the two and their proximity to one another. Through the force Muad answered, "I see without seeing, and yet a blind man would find you're grace, a deaf man hear the music in your voice, a free man become enslaved in your eyes. Nothing is ever lost my dear Belly, however some things are never found."

He dropped from the roof to the street below, some distance behind Arabella, and followed at the leisurely pace she had set.

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[Arabella Darkhold]

Bella smiled as her cheeks turned pink her cobalt blue eyes looked in the direction the pull of their bond was strongest.

Always such a charmer she purred to him. She stood before the wrought iron gate the shadows of stones behind her, monuments to a time past, and to those who had passed from this plain into the next.

I feel like dancing, she curtsied knowing he watched. She laughed and skipped inside on the path she turned and began a spin, her arms moving to only the music in her head.

The dead are calling Muadie do you remember the first time...you sitting on a pile of rubble pulling out a skeleton's hand ...I miss those days of such carefree joy....

Bella spun again closing her eyes as she began to sway , I miss the fire....and the mad man shall we start another....

She knew her mother and father would not be happy with her if she burned down something...but she'd...try...really try to contain it to one building...as she tip toed and spun again.

Muadie......

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[Muad Dib]

He grinned as he watched her curtsey a d dance through the gate. His blue eyes burned even brighter as he recalled, at her prompting, a time of revelry and freedom. A time of simple, carefree choices. A time when they had first met and felt the connection. It was the first time he felt a kindred spirit. And she had enthralled and captured him at that very moment.

Following he used the force to strengthen his body and leaped up and over the wrought iron fence to land softly on the other side. Slowly he let the satchel he carried on his back slide quietly to the ground. Watching g her flit through the ancient structures he too moved within. From shadow to shadow he slid, the only sign of his passage was the glowing eyes revealing his presence.

"The dead are always calling. They wait for us on the other side. I have seen their faces. And they are angry."

He sighed into the night as he closed in on Arabella. He felt in his soul what she spoke of. A time of freedom. Of simply living in the moment completely devoid of consequence and morality. He had embraced his demons, his madness then. He had lived without regret, without restraint. He had found family there, in the Sith .... The Sith pack. But slowly he had lost each and every one of them. Except for Arabella.

"How do you recapture a moment? Once the flame is extinguished and the moment is gone, can you ever truly return? That time is but a memory now, like a vapor in the wind."

He passed a few buildings as he neared her. His glowing blue eyes finally finding and feeding from her Cobalt blue ones. He hopped over a tombstone and landed crouched on a crypt watching the young woman who was connected to him through more then history, blood and tears, but through a complete baring of his soul. She knew him as intimately as he knew himself. But so much had changed since last they had seen one another.

"I've killed and slaughtered, both Jedi and Sith, both friend and foe, both for pleasure and for a cause not my own. I have watched worlds burn and empires crumble. I have seen atrocities and the sanctity of selflessness. Good and Evil. All I know from everything I have seen is two things Belly. There is Chaos. And there is you. And both are all encompassing."

He watched her as he squatted on the crypt like a mythic bird of prey. This was a game, as it always was. This time however the stakes were not clear. But as always, the Mad Knight was all in, no matter the cost.

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[Arabella Darkhold]

"They are angry, well they are dead it seems to be something to be angry about" She twirled for a moment and then stopped staring up towards where Muad was perched.

She smiled a welcoming smile winking at him motioning with a single digit for him to come down, "We make new memories, we find new playmates among the stars, perhaps teach them all how to build a little fire."

She leaned on the nearest headstone, simple words...

Here Lies​

Andross Kath - beloved father and brave soldier.​

She saluted the soldier as she laid her head on the top of the stone looking up.

"Encompassing am I, I would like to be consuming my blue eyed mad man." She made like she was tiring as she yawned, "Something is calling from the outer rim Maudie there are places there to discover....visions told, dreams that long to be real. Come down and let's play like we use to."

She smiled again, "Alderaan is too peaceful it doesn't sing to the heart like the darkness, too much light here...will you go with me."

She slid her hands along the stone as she slowly stood up, "Or has it been so long that you wish to stay far away.. hmm Muadie, let's....burn something down.."


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[Muad Dib]

He growled as he listened to her speak, she taunted and teased with the same breath. Standing on the roof of the crypt he looked down upon her with a small smile and raised his hands out to either side. They began smoking for a moment before bursting into flame.

"A little fire then perhaps. Just a spark to let you know it's still there..."

He brought both hands down and flames shot out enveloping the crypt in two walls of blue flame. Clenching his hands he leapt to the ground on the other side of the headstone and leaned over while bracing himself on his folded arms. Behind the crypt went up in marvelous flames that reached high into the sky casting all into sharp light from the shooting flames. He brought his face close to her and watched the reflection of fire in her blue eyes.

"You know me better then anyone could ever hope to. You see the fire in my eyes and know you will not be burned. I will always come for you my little carefree sith Sprite. And j remember everything ..."

He raised his left hand and lightly brushed a wisp of dark hair that framed her face back behind her ear before lightly caressing her cheek with a hand that was covered in blue runes. His fingers paused at her cheek and he lightly rubbed a callused thumb across her soft lips.

"I remember the fire you can ignite with a single kiss. And it warms me to this day."

He leaned in, glowing blue eyes meeting cobalt ones as his lips neared hers. Just as his lips were about to press against her own he turned and leaned in to whisper into her ear.

"You didn't think it would be that easy did you Belly?"

With a grin he leaped back and clapped his hands together before spinning and through the force spread the fire to either tree on each side of the crypt. As the flames wreathed throughout the far reaching limbs Muad grinned at the woman with a wink.

"So the Outer Rim calls and m'lady wishes to answer. Who am I to deny her?"

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[Arabella Darkhold]

What was he doing? She couldn't help but wonder as she watched, he had always been a bit odd and that was what she loved about him. His ability to be different from the rest of the galaxy.

The fire enticing and consuming burning brightly whispered it's need to encompass everything around it. Oh...she watched it as it slowly spread across the frail arid boards of the shed. The smell of smoke filled the air she smiled as she watched.

"I know you better than anyone" she whispered mesmerized by the spectacle before her. Slowly she walked towards it the heat she could already feel it on her face and arms. It was breathtaking.

"Everything Muadie..." she laughed as she turned to look at him his eyes gleaming in the darkness. There were some things she would like to forget, his near dying, the thought of spending a lifetime without him in it, her dying and thinking it was for the best...so many memories.

She blushed her cheeks turning bright read as he charmed her with his recall, she could feel the heat of his words on her cheek, her jaw and ear. She leaned slightly and then the devil that he was he pulled away.

She took a breath and laughed. The runes on her arm burned, just as the bond between them vibrated with a life of its own. Once more they would know where each other were when they allowed it.

"You are the madman, and yes it whispers that there are secrets yet to find if one is willing to risk a little blood....what's a little blood right Maudie? I have my infiltrator in a berth at the spaceport near the Apalis Coast. I will fly us there....meet me there in say...an hour."

Just then there was a popping noise behind her the shed the fire was burning through the knots of the wood sparking a shower of fire droplets into the air. It seemed very fitting.

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[Muad Dib]

Watching her basking in the madness they seemed to ignite whenever together he gave a genuine smile. The smile was one that was completely foreign on the Mad Knight's face. Just being himself with no walls erected and the facade of madness gone. Oh he was still a bit off his rocker, but he didn't have to pretend with Arabella. He could just be Muad compared to the Mad Knight Muad, BattleLord and Alor. She seemed to be able to strip away the titles and definitions they both wore until they were just a man and a woman.

Tossing her a wink he eased back into the shadows. The flames from the fire had begun to spread throughout the cemetery rising high into the sky as if it were a beacon of their reuniting.

"Blood? I faint at the sight. I'm much to peaceful for all this inflammatory behavior ....."

He slipped away, his figure disappearing into the darkness, only his glowing blue eyes visible. But a few moments later even they vanished. Chuckling he collected his satchel and tossed it over his shoulder and crouched momentarily to leap up and over the fence. Straightening his jacket he lightly touched the bond that hummed between the two of them.

"I'll see you there soon."

Making his way through the city he raised his hood cloaking his features once more as emergency speeders and first responders raced by heading to the inferno that was the cemetery. A dry chuckle rolled from his chest as he wandered through the streets taking in a few sights while heading towards the spaceport.

Pausing to look into an ally he saw a swoop bike sitting where it's owner had parked it. With a mischievous glint in his glowing eyes he threw a leg over the bike straddling it and placed his left hand on the machine. Drawing the force into himself he felt the electricity spark from his hand starting the ignition to the bike. Opening up the throttle he sped from the alley and in the direction of his destination.

As he sped through the streets Muad glanced down at his left hand seeing the blue runes faintly glistening in the moonlight. Memories of a distant day came back to him as he weaved around the early hour traffic. Three Sith had joined together that day. Dresdin, Arabella, and himself. There were still strangers but even then their fates seemed to be intertwined. Curiosity and boredom lead them through an ancient temple that left memories that still brought a smile to Muad's face after all this time. And the runes etched from his elbow to his knuckles and wrapped all the way around his forearm was a souvenir of that day with his beloved and his blood brother.

Sighing as dark thoughts of Dresdin filtered through his mind he wanted to reach out in the force to see if he could get any sense of the assassin. But he didn't, for he had tried many many times in the past. Another sigh as one of the statements made that distant day came back to him. "Past, present, future. And Dresdin was a part of his past.

Easing into the spaceport he wiped the memory of the guards and slid into the shadow of a freighter to wait for Arabella. Plucking a deathstick from his breast pocket he lit and inhaled in a single draw of breath. Exhaling he watched the smoke drift in the light breeze and looked at the runes once more. They were mostly only cosmetic. But every now and then they burned. Shaking his hand at the errant memory of the phantom pain he remembered the only time it had done anything. When he summoned a wave of force destruction through his hand. The runes and his eyes flashed red then turned to black.

Shrugging lightly he sat and smoked while becoming lost in distant memory.

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[Arabella Darkhold]

Inflammatory behavior she giggled, right. She watched him disappear into the shadows where he thrived she turned and headed towards the space port.

She really didn't ever have to do too much except things like get the ship fueled, and checked before leaving. Leave messages for her mother and father, just in case either decided to look for her.

Her bed went empty many nights she couldn't sleep well while the nightmares brought about by HER had faded she knew she wasn't gone and would eventually resurface somewhere doing something that would draw her there.

Till then she took the medicine given to her by her Aunt Rianna it helped even with the odd after taste and she took it religiously. Without it she'd certainly die.

She held onto a hope that SHE was gone for good and had lost enough on her research that she wouldn't think to interfere in her life again. She tried not to dwell on these thoughts she couldn't help but look back and see the glow of the flames in the cemetery. It was perfect way to announce that the Sith Pack was on the move again, even if they were a member short.

She walked slowly as she sent the commands to the spaceport. She had to admit that the lush green valleys and cool mountains did offer something, a bit of hope that she was normal.

The runes on her arm turned red at different times, with different thoughts but why she had not figured out but something was pulling her towards the Outer Rim. All the tombs had long been turned over and under, but there were a few that remaine hidden. She knew it was there her intuition said go.

She took a bike from the nearby hotel yelling something about her bill as she sped off into the darkness to join Muadie, he was already on board. Good to know he was relaxing though she sensed regret, or longing perhaps.

Were they dwelling too much on the past?

She made it within the time she said the guards bewildered looked at her trying to explain. She smiled, "not to worry...it's just my guest. He's...shy of crowds" She laughed as she headed inside.

"Muadie, you scared the poor guards they think you're some kind of demon come to steal their souls." She headed forward to start flight prep she listened for him he didn't need to move not yet.

"Did you eat? There's food in the galley. Mad Men don't live on fire alone." She sat down and flipped a few switches.

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[Muad Dib]

"Ah but fire is oh so delicious."

He grinned as he followed behind her. Watching her go through the pre flight checklist he chuckled slightly. Each of them had many skills and talents and seeing how smoothly and confidently she handled the controls made him realize she knew exactly what she was doing from muscle memory. It wasn't something you had to think about, you instinctively knew.

"I'm not hungry. I'll let you know when I am hungry. And for what."

He gave her a wink as he chuckled lightly. They had established that they were still Muad and Bella. And going back to Korriban was another constant from their lives. But he was curious was changes time had affected on her as it had surely affected him.

"From what I've heard you haven't been playing with the sithies. Course neither have I of late. What exactly have you been doing lately Belly?"

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[Arabella Darkhold]

"It is, I've noticed how it dances across everything it touches consuming and leaving nothing but the ash behind." Bella had been touched by fire more than once and it had left her breathless, near dead, and yet she could not control the desire for more and went back as often as her need dictated.

"No I've not been playing well with them. too much bickering, not enough forward motion Muadie." She looked back towards him, "they have yet to define themselves as a group. I, prefer this, you and me. We know what we want, we go after it and deal with whatever comes after us."

She smiled. "What have I been doing, having nightmares, day mares, and the inevitable yearning dreams. When that's not consuming me I read about the runes, what they mean, what is it meant for us." She sighed heavily.

"All the tombs have runes, all of them protected under something alchemy or another, but there is one tomb that was discovered recently on Korriban The Tomb of Adas. So now I believe there are others yet to be found and that is why I feel this pull to go. My dear madma it is an adventure of our design."

She was ready for the next step in the discovery, "Ever hear of Adas?"

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[Muad Dib]

He grinned wide as he looked sideways at Arabella. Her words mirrored his own feelings. Glowing eyes narrowed while surveying his Bella. She hadn't changed much. Her hair was a little longer. More sadness within her eyes. But the lips that turned up in mischief were ones he knew oh so well. Chuckling he turned slightly for a better view.

"Adas ... I've heard the name. Yamato used to speak of him. All I remember was that he was a King and had a wicked battle ax."

Fingers lightly brushed his forearm as he traced the blue runes covering the skin there. It had been some years since they had received them. And still they remained an unanswered question from a simpler time. A time of absolutes. When the future was clear. Unlike how the present had played out. The Sith we're not what they were. The Jedi had morphed. The entire Galaxy had upended. But the one constant seemed to be the two of them.

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[Arabella Darkhold]

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"See you've heard of him I have been reading about him, and his axe. I understand and know that [member="Mythos"] had the axe of Adas and it was lost during the battle for Atrisia. Someone picked it up. But that's just history, I think there is something else drawing me, a dark nexus maybe, something that might have an answer or just be a wild goose chase Muadie. But it's in the outer rim, I know it."

Bella didn't say much after that she wanted to give him time to think on it, maybe focus his energies into what she said. So once the silence got the better of her she slipped the ship to stay on the auto until the first jump point.

"Muadie, so my madman, tell me what you've been doing. I've not heard of anything on Dathomir burning lately, or anything to do with blood curdling screams on peaceful shores. Where are you hanging your proverbial hat my love." She smiled.

 

[Muad Dib]

Sitting back in the seat he closed his eyes while listening too Bella's voice. Peace, often quoted as being a lie, was a real thing. Rarely did the mad man ever get to partake of it. But when he did it was usually only in the presence of his beloved. Cracking a glowing eye open he looked at Arabella and smiled, before closing the lid once more.

Adas ...
A summoning in the Force ...
Converging paths ...

As he immersed himself in the Force he allowed himself to drift. Fire and death echoed in the Galaxy, a wellspring of loss that reverberated within those who could feel the connection. But there was also life. New beings being born into existence. Love flared, offering it's unique flavor throughout the Force. But where there was love, so too was there hate.

Turning his head slightly he felt a draw of a specific hated, a specific fluxuation within the Force. Following the thread he saw hints of danger and promised death. But there were answers therein. And answers to questions that had not of yet been considered.

Opening his eyes he smiled at Arabella who had turned and was watching him. As she asked him what he had been up to lately he chuckled.

"Well my heart has always been with you. But my hat? Well that is a different story. My absence was .... Somewhat difficult. Time is a funny thing me lover."

Eyes turned to look out the viewport.

"You know I had joined the mando'ade, found a Clan ... an aliit. A Clan of force users. Eventually I proved myself to my vode and became Alor of Clan Farr. But the Force has a way of changing your plans. I was pulled into the manda, but not the realm of warriors. I was in a hell. Over three hundred years of torment. And then I was returned to Manda'yaim."

He sighed and shifted in his seat, still feeling a pull through the Force. But as he was now talking to Arabella he was no longer paying attention.

"The world I had been returned to was devastated. The mando'ade broken and scattered. So I did what I knew what to do. I returned to war. But as I did I found a new home. For myself and for my people. The Confederacy. Neither Jedi nor Sith. They are actually doing something to make a difference.

So now I fight for them, with them. I have found a home away from Manda'yaim for my Clan. A reason to fight, other then wanton chaos. A place to hang my hat. But it is nothing without you. I am the man before you because of you. There is a hunger within me that is never satisfied, a demon within that wants chaos, a drive that can't be controlled. But with you, I find a modicum of peace. I am just Muad. And not the titles that I have earned. You are my home."

He turned his face away. He was not a man of words, rather letting his actions speak for him. But his time on Adumar had given him the trappings of a civilized man. Even if it was just a facade. Even as he mused silently he received a flash.


Desert sands ... A wasteland ... Force users ... A Nexus of dark ... An ancient being in armor standing before a golden throne ... A shadow in the dark with glowing blue eyes ...

Blinking against the flash through the Force he turned to Arabella. At their proximity the bond between the two self exiled Sith was humming. He wonder if she had seen what he had. The images were confusing but the planet he knew well, as he had journeyed there once before when he was an apprentice. To learn from the sorcerers.

"Tund."

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[Arabella Darkhold]

She relaxed there was a gentle flow of the force enveloping them as she watched Muadie she nodded at the things she knew and agreed with which normally was everything but he said 300 years.

She remembered what her father [member="Garith Darkhold"] had been through she couldn't help but feel helplessness to sooth his feelings. "We are ourselves with each other. We waited for as long as we could bear it if you remember" She smiled a hint of blush to her cheeks, Tattooine sands knew a new kind of fire that time.

She was only alive because of him, "you saved me Muadie the bond we have is more than connection, its all the emotions we've gone through, watching the other come close to death, reveling in the accomplishments of each other, and finally giving into something larger than ourselves." The consummation of their relationship had brought her to completion, and now it was about furthering knowledge, furthering what they could do. This trip would do that.

He said she was home this pushed her to lean over to him and kiss his cheek gently, "Umhmm love you too" She settled back and let the force flow she looked into it to see the past or the future, she saw in her minds eye the same images as Muadie. Proof that yes they were heading to the right place, "Tund" she repeated, "see darkness calls"

She kept her eyes closed relaxing waiting for the alarm to say they were at the first jump point she would reconfigure the flight plan and they would head to Tund.

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[Jia Darkhold]

She stood in the shadows. They were her birth, her weapon, her home. Always in the shadows. She had ventured forth a few times upon the commands of Master Quasi, but only to bring death from the shadows. It was her birthright and her lot, to be the blade that pierced the heart from the depths of darkness.

It was why she was born.

The stone columns in the throne room were cold to the touch. Everything within the fortress was cold. And dark. But she was never cold. Just had a fire in her soul that kept her warm. Eyes slowly glowed a bright blue as she warmed herself momentarily, before fading back to the dark cobalt blue.

The ancient Sith Lord stood before his throne, filmed eyes closed as he followed the Force. She watched the master carefully knowing that his temper would glare if he had seen the comfort she had just felt in the heat she had created. The scars upon her back slightly itched from memories of the taste of cruel whip unfurling across unmarred skin.

As she watched the ancient sorcerer sat and looked directly into the shadows where she stood. "Prepare yourself child. Your escalation comes." The ancient sorcerer turned to his goblet of wine resting nearby.

Quickly she disappeared to dress herself for combat.

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[Muad Dib]

"How could I ever forget Tatooine?"

He smirked as he turned to Arabella. With her confirmation of Tund he knew that she had seen what he had. A vision. But where the Force did indeed provide insight, it was also vague. Just enough light to know they were going the right way, and yet enough darkness to close the pitfalls that could come. Danger and promise usually came have in hand and the Force did not disappoint.

Chuckling lightly his fingertips lightly brushed his cheek where his lover had kissed him. It was odd, for both of them, to ever find this sort of peace. Both came from difficult origins and both were shaped by the Sith. The fact that not only had they found one another but also formed an unbreakable bound spoke of the sense of humor the Galaxy held. What they felt for one another was something from a fairytale. And yet who they were changed the fable to a horror story of sorts.

He chuckled as the alarm sounded telling they were nearing the end of the first leg of their journey. Glowing eyes curious to what she had mentioned earlier, he continued the line of thought as he raised his left hand showing the blue runes upon his skin.

"So you have been researching the runes. What have you been able to find out?"

[member="Arabella Darkhold"]

 

[Arabella Darkhold]

Arabella nodded his thoughts as clear to her as a cloudless night. "The runes represent a single word sometimes an emotion like this one" she held out her arm and pointed, "this means gift" She went to take control of the ship she kept the conversation going.

"If we look on you the first one means torch, imagine that" She laughed, "they must have seen that coming right"

She brought the ship to a standstill as she run through the checks making sure they weren't over heating, and that they were still on course. She had no concerns about this part of the journey, it was the next part, a bit longer and would put some stress on the engines. Within a half hour she had them moving again.

"I think they could be telling us our future, or perhaps our past, but I think that they are definitely leading to something else that will be revealed on Tund" She shrugged her shoulders, "It is just a guess though"

[member="Muad Dib"]