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Daughter Of Slaughter (Onderon)

Janna kept on her civilian clothing, walking through the city Iziz - a city to have remained for thousands of years. "All the power I seek comes from where the Exile stood, thousands of years ago. Janna continued walking in the lanes of other people walking, looking at the ruins of a castle the Exile once defended in her search of the Jedi.

Janna climbed into the ruins, digging out a Yellow-bladed Lightsaber. She smirked. As she touched the tool, she focused on the pain and suffering it cost, whether the Exile was responsible or not. She then absorbed the negative energy for an hour before being caught by hourly patrols. All she did was cross her arms and stare evilly, and the three men fell dead. She took the Lightsaber and rushed to the Iziz spaceport. But was this woman even good enough to be entitled to the Jedi Order's savior?

"Scan this ID Card." She demanded the droid concierge. She got a pass to where Darth [member="Daichi"] could meet her after getting verified, and maybe, just on a slim chance, would be able to get instated as a Lord of The Sith, a title she held in another part of the Sith Empire. On her way to the transport, she tripped over a dropped holocom. She hid her own Lightsaber and the Exile's inside her Sith Lightsaber pockets on her gear, but hit her head hard. She needed help and medical attention.
 
[member="Janna Pax"]

Daichi stepped through the halls, calmly humming as he went about. He did not hide behind dark clothing as many would expect. Rather, he wore the clothing of any commoner. Jeans of some kind and a basic white shirt.

It was interesting. All of this. One sought to meet him, something you could say he did not expect. So of course he went to meet the girl. There was no checkpoint for him to have to worry about. A light shock to the Droid and he was able to slip by under the guise of a glitch. But what he did not expect was to see his contact on the ground.

He moved close beside her, frowning deep. It was apparent she had tripped, but what use is a Sith so clumsy? Well. At least it was something that could be fixed. He set a hand atop her head, and dark energy rushed through his hands to her head, as if to cleanse the wound itself. Dark healing. After a moment he spoke up, his voice clear.

"Wake up now."
 
Harrip walked into the city of Iziz. Such a planet as Onderon, so full of history, was a true treat to be upon. Yet he could not stay and explore, for he had to meet a Sith. As always, the Sith required him for something or other. It was his life to serve, but he wished it were not the Sith that he served. He wished beyond all but death that he would be free of this bond. He did not know why he had been called, but the fact that he had been was important. But it was always the same, he had been called for one reason or another, for he was a beast and an attack animal for the Sith. A to be used and then thrown away when finished with.

[member="Daichi"]
[member="Janna Pax"]
 
[member="Janna Pax"]
[member="Harrip"]

Daichi's form was currently knelt over Janna. He was waiting patiently for the girl to wake, but it was very likely she may not for a while. But, this did not mean he would leave her. No, he had uses for those around him. Uses that would possibly lead to their deaths, but they would go willingly to the dark abyss.

He could feel Harrip as he came over. The abomination stood out like a sore thumb, but he wasn't hateful of the beast. No, he could say he loved it, if only because of how successful the mans experiment was. He loved the inhuman bond between man and Sith Spawn, something he himself was working on.

"Come over here and pick this child up. She's fallen and hit her head rather hard."
 
Harrip grudgingly stepped over to the form. He thought to himself, "Bloody Sith. They fall and expect others to help them up." He carefully grasped one arm and slung it over his shoulder. Then he slowly and with infinite care, picked up the swooned Sith. "Where to Sith Master?" He asked, practically spitting the words out, but with his speech it would be difficult to tell.

[member="Daichi"]
[member="Janna Pax"]
 

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