Dragons!

[Darth Ferus]

"Nope, I had a friend alchemize it for me. Course I forged the weapon myself. Blood Magic isn't something I can do anymore." After his mind was robbed by a former apprentice at least. Slowly he was piecing the bits of knowledge he had left back, but Alchemy was a lost cause for him. "If you'd like, I can introduce the two of you. He'll probably ask for a favor, but I got a feeling he plans to collect on mine soon, so it might be a chance to pay ahead of time." @Antherion was a master of Alchemy in the making from what Krest had seen of his skills, but his body had always limited him. Not that he was going to tell [member="Darth Exode"] such a thing.

"As for attacking you, I can't just attack a pretty face such as yours when you're winded. Hate to be a guy to scare it." There was a wink as the Dark began to flow out of his body. The red eyes turned back to their native blue as he reattached the sheath to his waste.

 

[Darth Exode]

She idly scratched the Scar over her right eye. "Only one to ever scar me was my Master. She was a queen. Know what she was doing, but still a queen. I know the Rudimentary basics of Sith Magic, and Sith Alchemy, but I think I need someone to teach me more."

Ravana looked at the sword, admiring it slightly. "It looks... and it feels like a work of art. I hope to make my own art soon."

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Yeah, he knew what he was doing when he made it." Once more the Sith plopped on the ground to sit, casting a glance to the damage of [member="Darth Exode"] 's scream. His ears were still ringing from it. Making an orb out of sound? He inwardly shivered. Not something he'd like to go up against. "I'll let ya know when he contacts me, if you're interested. He should be able to show you a thing or two."

 

[Darth Exode]

"I will later, but first, I have business to attend to in Mos Eisley, and then a few other planets than this Sith'ari forsaken Sand Rock." She said, standing up, and dusting herself off. "You may accompany me if you wish to, Krest, for the moment, anyway. For after this, I am leaving the Planet, and it is off to... Dathomir, I should think, for me." Her usual Smirk lit up her face as she awaited Krest's answer to her questions.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"I'm down. The Force wanted me here, presumably to meet you, so lead on. I'm curious to see where this will lead." He stood up to follow [member="Darth Exode"] , rolling his shoulders as he did. The home of the witches was a place he had yet to go to after he found his daughter there, and had to end her life. A frown settled on his lips as he let the memory fill his mind, and a ripple of anger passed through him as it did.

But it was controlled, shoved back into the recesses of his mind. There was no reason to dwell on a past event that happened decades ago. He let out a sigh as he turned his gaze to the twin suns above. This would be quite the day.

 

[Darth Exode]

"If you wish to accompany me off planet, feel free. I am going to Mos Eisley, to talk to the Hutt's Black Market Dealers. They would pay a pretty penny for these Krayt Pearls I have, and I think I may be able to barter them for Rare Metals. Even Saber Crystals, or Saber Pieces, so I have something beyond a Saber I was gifted, by a former lover of mine. I have no wish to be indebted to that pig any more than I am... who knows what he will ask as a favour back?" Ravana said with a shiver, as she headed in the direction of Mos Eisley, intent on reaching it by the morrow.

She strutted as she walked, her hips swaying from side to side, tantalisingly, something that looked her out of place on a Girl, no older than perhaps 16. She was obviously not a woman yet, and by what she had said, she was merely an acolyte, not even a Knight yet. She seemed powerful, but their had to be some down side to said power, there was no way she didn't have weaknesses.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"You do realize you can make those pearls into lightsaber crystals, right? Not even just to tune them, but as the core. I've had several Krayt sabers in my youth, and they work extraordinarily well." He mused as they walked. Krest kept his eyes up, glancing around the sky as if looking for something, but he was simply avoiding [member="Darth Exode"] from his gaze. Eyes were deceiving, and while she looked young the Force was singing a different song.

A song of power.

The elder slipped his hands behind his head as he stepped along. To most, he looked lazy, uninterested. All part of the facade. He showed false weakness and remained ever vigilant of the danger hiding within the sands. Krayt Dragons and the Sand People weren't the only threat here on Tatooine. Gangsters and other unsavory types had come to call this place home, and just on the distance he could hear the tell tale sound of a speeder coming their way.

Soon enough the simple red speeder came into view, on it a pair of Gamorrean Thugs sitting in the middle. They slowed to a stop before the pair of Sith, squeaking and snorting as they did. They got out of the speeder, but not without help. Krest, who had his hands still behind his head, reached out with the Force to close around their throats. Their first words were something about a toll, and the Sith didn't feel like talking his way out of it.

The air rumbled as they were dragged from their seats, helplessly clawing at their throats to fill their lungs with the fresh air they so desperately needed. With a frown Krest nodded his head and two sickening cracks filled the air as their heads forcibly turned around and they were thrown to the side. "Got us a ride. Would be faster."

 

[Darth Exode]

"And an effective way to do it." Ravana said with a smirk, as she hopped on the back of the bike. "Am I right in assuming that you would like to drive, dear [member="Krest"]?" That cheeky little smirk of hers was back in full Force, as she chose to sit Side saddle, just because she could.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"You don't know how to drive one of these?" He cast a sidelong glance to [member="Darth Exode"] before he too got into the speeder. The question would sound mocking, but that was only because he hoped the girl would try to take over and fly the speeder for them. Krest had minimal experience with any sort of ship, and while he could fly a speeder, he didn't like it. But to save time he started it up and got it turned around. She wanted to get to Mos Isley, so he would take her there.

 

[Darth Exode]

"I have never needed to. Perhaps you can teach me on our way to Mos Eisley, yes? It would be a good thing to learn. And why do you expect a 15 year old to know how to ride a Speeder Bike, in the first place [member="Krest"]?" Ravana said with an arched Brow. She didn't even have her own Lightsaber for Sith'ari sake, it was a spate of her masters, she had taken, before she left on This self-Exile, because she felt it needed to be done.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"You're fifteen?" The Zabrak peered curiously at [member="Darth Exode"] , a frown clear on his face. "Too young to be out slaughtering folks needlessly." Not that it stopped Krest. When he was around her age he too was slaughtering and killing mindlessly. Though, the real issue now was the fact she didn't know how to pilot this, and he barely did. With a sigh he gripped the controls. At least it was still running.

After a moment of fumbling with the steering wheel and generally getting a feel of the machine he turned it around and they were soon enough on their way, soaring across the desert at high speeds. "So why are ya going to the Witches anyway?"

 

[Darth Exode]

"I'm going to get some bits and pieces from the planet, as well as some training, hopefully." Ravana said nonchalantly. "As as for slaughtering indiscriminately? My master, Darth Trahison has had me doing such a thing since I was 10."

 

[Darth Ferus]

"The young are always the easiest to turn to mindless monsters." He mused as he drove. A light frown had settled on his lips as he wondered how many others had shared their fate and were unable to return to the world of men. "But enough of that. Training? What sort of training are you looking for? I might just be able to help you with what ever it is you're searching for."

[member="Darth Exode"]

 

[Darth Exode]

"Just trying to improve my knowledge. I am an Acolyte, with a deep connection to the Dark Side, and very little in the Way of control. My Style of fighting is mostly Makashi, which I am at a Knight level with, with a little Dun Möch, a bit of Teräs Käsi, as well as a Bit of Juyo, to help with momentum building. I am trying to incorporate Niman into my style as well, perhaps a little Jar'Kai. So my Force Powers are over the top, and I have jack in defensive capabilities with my Lightsabers. I am also looking to expand my knowledge on Sith Alchemy, and Sith Magics, which I will do on Dathomir. I am going into the Black Markets and Hutt Markets in Mos Eisley, to try and sell two or three of these Krayt Dragon Pearls I secured. And I may buy a few things I need for my Sabers." Ravana finished the sentence with an airy wave of the Hand. "That is my current agenda. Not to bad for a 15 year old, hm?"

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Little excessive, but there's never anything wrong with ambition. Just don't bite off more than you can chew, eh?" Krest chuckled then as they neared the city. It was in sight now, which meant they'd be there in a matter of moments. "I'll help where I can, if ya want." And they'd arrive. The Zabrak would park the stolen speeder outside the spaceport and simply leave it there. "Lets go."

[member="Darth Exode"]

 

[Darth Exode]

"If you are to offer help, who am I to decline your generosity?" Ravana said as she watched on, seeing Mos Eisley approach over the Horizon. "I plan on trading the Pearls for Metals if I can find them, you know how the Hutts work with their markets. You can find anything there, including Lightsaber Pieces, Lightsaber Resistant metals, and an entire plethora of prohibited items. Hopefully our trip shall be useful."

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Provided the hutts don't turn on us, yes, it'll be quite profitable." Not that he expected the Hutts to, not in this day and age. Casually he put his hands in his pockets as he would follow along behind [member="Darth Exode"] , his blue eyes glancing around the area. Nothing of note. Always the same rabble in Mos Eisley; gunslingers, gangsters, scoundrels, smugglers. The scum of the galaxy in one single location.

 

[Darth Exode]

"I doubt they will turn on us," She said flippantly. "I've dealt with their kind on Nar Shaddaa and Nal Hutta, in the company of my Master, Darth Trahison. They make more of a profit in helping us, rather than sending their pawns to try and eliminate us. Especially with our weapons visible." Ravana just kept walking, dodging the occasional passerby that attempted to pickpocket her.

 

[Darth Ferus]

There were whispers in the back ground as the Zabrak stepped through the city. No one seemed to dare try and bump into him as he walked, and most simply avoided his gaze. Once upon a time Krest had ruled this world, though it seemed like a passing memory now. He was young then, almost as young as [member="Darth Exode"] was now, with great aspirations of power and the hope to find lasting peace.

He was such a fool then.

"I do hope you're right. It would be a shame to have to slaughter simple crime lords."

[member="Darth Exode"]