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Derelict World

Vereshin

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N A T H E M A

A bell tolled loose beneath a layer of windless air. Energy gathered thick above ashen soil, pushed softly by the toes of the sorcerer's feet as he purveyed the dead landscape. The remnants of a terrible ritual from eons ago remained unmoved by his cautious stride. Empty houses passed by his intending gaze, reaped of those who once called them home and Vereshin gathered the rising feeling of a second presence on the world. Donning civilian attire, the young sorcerer traveled to Nathema for the sole purpose of testing his wits and developing power against the unforgiving atmosphere of the derelict world.

Coat billowing with his stride, he raised a hand before his eyes to look for a suitable place to find shelter. He needed to rely solely on what he brought for sustenance and his bare wits. Thin air pulled at his lungs and a foul smell lingered on the motionless wind. The arcane energy on Nathema played tricks on any ambitious visitor and Vereshin made his pilgrimage with his arcane senses heightened. Brushing a hand through his inky hair, his eyes fell upon what used to be a townhouse. Once elegant, now left to ruin and stripped of life.

The sight of a black robe caught the corner of his eye more than once. He failed to decide whether the foul energy on the world conjured an illusion, or if a Sith in the flesh joined him to challenge the wasted environment, or to claim his life for prestige. In any case, Vereshin was left to his wits and his newly tested power. Striding up the stairs to the door of the townhouse, he wrenched the handle and the large door did not move. He took a step backwards and breathed deeply, extending a hand and concentrating his focus.

The door blew away from it's hinges beneath the force of his push and he entered the greet the sight of peeling wallpaper. Scraps of clothing, gathered in corners, remained of beings before their life energy was sucked from them. Wandering up the stairs, Vereshin found a bedrooms and a living room with a fireplace. He settled on the living room and gathered up some of the pieces of clothing in a bundle which he set down in the fireplace. Snapping his fingers, violet sparks danced off and set the clothes alight. A small fire soon burned and kept him warm.

Setting his suitcase down on the lounge, he opened it to find a small selection of food, clothing and a communication device to call for a shuttle home. He lay down his coat and threw on a loose robe over his shirt, before changing his shoes for boots with laces up the front. Wearing loose pants tucked into the boots, a scarf wrapped around his neck and over the flimsy robe which fell to his hips. Finding his cigarettes, he sat on the window sill and held one in his mouth, lighting the end with a snap of his fingers. While he inhaled on the white cylinder, Vereshin glanced over the street to the house on the opposite side. A pair of fiery yellow eyes stared him down from the window on the top floor.

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NATHEMA


The planet of Nathema was not a place one would find themselves in if they didn’t have any purpose in it. The one lush planet was once used by the Sith Lord Vitiate for his quest for power in what the universe would come to know as the Ritual of Nathema. The Ritual had robbed the planet of its life in its entirety, as every man, beasts, insects and plants died that day, it’s life force sucked entirely dry, turning the entire world into a husk of its former self. Vitiate had made himself immortal as a result, but the cost? The entire living soul of Nathema. Sinya had found herself on the desolate planet in an effort to further her training and her capability on surviving in such an unforgiving place.

There were only two outcomes to this training. She would either emerge out of it victorious or perish in the dead planet, never to be heard of ever again. The Zabrak was not about to let the latter happen, she still very much cherished her life and had plenty to accomplish in her life yet. This was merely the beginning for her, not the end. She was clad as usual in a black form-fitting robe, its hood raised, along with the iconic red and white mask she was usually seen with. Sinya saw the newcomer arrive and he had piqued her interest enough that she began to shadow him with keen interest. She did her best to remain unseen, but her skills of remaining undetected still required quite a bit of work.

Sinya occupied an abandoned house opposite the one the stranger had entered and began to watch his progress earnestly. Finally, the man approached the window, and the two made eye contact for the first time since he arrived. He would find a pair of amber orbs staring at him with an intensity that wasn’t one of hostility, but one of curiosity. Had he come for training as well, or did he have a different purpose? He didn’t look hostile, but she’d learnt that appearances can be deceiving. Now that she had been spotted, Sinya wanted to see what the man would do before she made her next move.


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Vereshin

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Vereshin bit down on his cigarette and back away from the window with caution. Turning around abruptly, he grabbed the withered curtains and planted his back against the wall. Another Sith knew of his presence. He raised a hand to his mouth and inhaled deeply on the cigarette one last time, before discarding it beneath his foot. His back slid down against the wall and he sat on the floor while the rising panic built within his chest. He held his breath for as long as he could before slowly releasing. Placing his hands on his knees, he sat in a meditative position and attempted to channel the dark energy surrounding him. He gathered his focus and spoke through the Force to the second presence.

"What is your purpose here, Sith?" Vereshin arched his backwards and called through the figure with his mind. He felt his fingers gnaw at each other while he repressed the gathering fear. "I mean you no ill-will." He spoke again and slowed his breathing. Opening his eyes, he rose to his feet and brushed down his front. The air around him grew cold and he swapped his light tunic for his thick coat once more. Looking through the suitcase he brought, he wondered if the other Sith had supplies and sustenance. The heat of the fire began to die and he decided to stray from his temporary abode. Scaling the stairs, he walked towards the blown away door and movement in the street caught his eye.

There was a little girl. Filthy and shifting her feet heavily through the ash, she walked forward down the center of the road. Her head hung low beneath her greasy and limp hair. Not a person easily disturbed, the sight sent a brief chill through Vereshin's back. Inexplicable and unnerving, the child shifted her feet in her incoherent shuffle as though all life had left her completely. Curiosity however, won over the mind of the sorcerer once again. Vereshin left the stairs of the townhouse and steadily moved towards the street. The child barely made any distance before he reached her. Extending a hand, he brushed his fingers over the top of her head.

She turned her head to face him and a gaping black hole where her jaw should have been greeted his widening gaze. A blood-freezing screech sounded throughout the street and the shape of her dispersed into an opaque smoke. The illusion withered away and accompanied a drastic shift in the earth. A tremor coursed through the ash beneath the feet of the two Sith, their clothing gently hovering above the rising energy. Incoherent static invaded their minds and Vereshin lunged back his head when the horrendous sound reached his ears. Grasping each side of his face, he stumbled over to the other side of the street where the Sith girl had been and felt his back fall against a wall. He gathered his energy and applied all of his focus into shielding his mind from the invading presence.

The time to gather his wits was now. Dissipating the light matter surrounding his body, he concealed his form from view and slid into the house. The intentions of the other Sith intrigued him and he decided to pay a visit and decide whether or not he wished to use her. He heard movement throughout the building and he stalked the walls beneath his cloak of energy. The girl would have to rely on her senses to know he was there. He moved around each room and did not note any luggage or devices. The girl would starve or die of dehydration if she found no way off Nathema. He came prepared, but she clearly could fight when he could not.

"You have no supplies, if you don't get out of here soon you will starve." The sight of her mask slipped by a doorway and Vereshin maintained his illusion. He spoke to her audibly and wondered too, if she was an illusion created by the unstable energy field on the world. The illusions on Nathema were certainly something he wished to gather into his own skills.

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This planet was really something else. She’d been expecting a tough time here, but nothing quite like this. Once the stranger had spotted her, he’d backed away from the window and out of sight. It was only shortly that Sinya would feel a nagging feeling as a voice made itself known from the force. It was highly likely the guy she’d been observing was trying to communicate with her now that she had been spotted. Reaching into the force, she threw him back a reply. “You are Sith too, are you not? I reckon you might just be here for the same purpose as I.” He definitely looked like no Jedi of any sort, so she was highly certain of her assumption. “I know.”

Was all she gave him, to his declaration that he meant her no ill-will. The next time Sinya took another glance out of the window, The boy was no longer in the building. He began walking out into the street, and she kept her eyes on him to see what the kark he was trying to do.

It was then that she saw the apparition, the ghostly image of a young girl likely ravaged by the horrors of war. She saw him trying to touch the spectre and that was when the bloodcurdling scream rang out through the air as the ghostly girl dissipated into the air. The shriek was horrifyingly loud enough from here, she didn’t want to imagine how much louder it was there. Bad mistake, trying to touch these ghostly creatures. Noted. A tremor then shook the building, the structure vibrating loudly for several moments before everything became still again. Some strange poodoo was definitely going on here. A last glance saw the boy running towards the building she was in. He was most likely inside now. She felt his presence in the force soon enough. As he spoke about her having no supplies here, Sinya replied.

“I have no supplies in this building, as I don’t intend on staying here forever.” What the boy didn’t know was the chest of essential supplies she had buried in the ground in her first trip here a week ago. It held safely a bunch of various necessities, including a set of thick dark robes, food and water, and a holocommunicator to a friend who she’d made an arrangement with to ferry her off the world when she was done.

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Vereshin

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The illusion held in Vereshin's arcane grasp and he planted his back firmly against a wall. A door way cut off by his side, allowing the other Sith to peek her masked face around the corner where he hid. Shifting his feet, he backed away slowly to the end of the corridor and released the spell, revealing his true self to the light. Lime green eyes wide, he splayed his palms against the wall as he stood defensively in the wake of the warrior. His breathing slowed while he decided whether or not to trust her.

"Yes I am Sith." Vereshin uttered, his chest noticeably moving up and down. "I am here seeking pilgrimage on the nexus of the former Emperor, before I attain the title of true Sith." He answered the question she gave him before he fled into the street. Standing down from the wall, he relaxed his arms and brushed down his front before moving forward to stride past her. The warrior maintained her guard and glances exchanged between the strange mask before Vereshin slunk by like a cat squeezing into a crevice. He did not mention the secrets hidden on the world surrounding the technique of draining which he sought on his journey.

"There is an amulet hidden here in the palace ruins, that is where I am going." In his studies of Nathema, Vereshin came across the source of an amulet called the Void Orb created in the days of the old republic. The Sith Lords created it to stabilize the crumbling world and encased it in the ruins of the former regent's palace. As he motioned to walk away, a second tremor pulsated through the house, accompanied by blood freezing shrieks echoing around the perimeter. Grabbing the walls, Vereshin stumbled before gazing across to the other Sith with a disconcerting expression. The malignant source of power grew stronger and seeped into the house.

As Vereshin cautiously retained his balance, another quake should the house and threw him off his feet. Balancing again, he moved slowly towards the window and peered outside. Disfigured husks, molded from the dark side trudged forward and shrieked through the thin air. Debris and stone corroded beneath their touch and they closed in on the scent of living beings. Heads split down the center, rib cages exposed through charred and translucent skin beneath heads void of eyes, their jaws torn away to leave gaping holes. A large gulp jumped into Vereshin's throat as he fumbled at the collar of his coat.

"I do hope you're handy with that saber..." He walked away from the window and turned into the entrance hall while speaking to the Sith girl. Taking a breath, he held his fingers firmly over the door handle and prepared to open, almost waiting for some form of instruction. His master had taught him well to defend himself, now was the time to put his newly found skills to use.

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