Familiar Faces

[Khantor Ruu]

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Yavin Four
Ancient Massassi Temple​

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How long had it been since the Togruta had set foot on the jungle moon, Ultionis could not recall. However it felt good to be back, a sense of nostalgia hung over the planet, this world now held a special significance for the young Sith. For one, this had been where he had awakened his powers, where his training had commenced and where he had joined that ancient Order of Sith, giving him purpose to carry on with his life. There were risks of course for journeying here, for one if anyone had followed him they might have wondered why a Republic Senator would travel to such a dangerous, uninhabitable world, however the Sith had made sure that no one had followed him, his true identity was safe and secure.

With his craft well hidden, the Togruta could walk at his leisure, a dark hooded robe hid his elegant Sneatorial garment underneath, keeping his identity hidden. He continued wandering among the abandoned Temple ruins, basking in the seductive presence of the dark side. The Sith knew that the famed Rebel Alliance had once held a base at this very temple, but now hardly any trace of them remained. Time had worn away every piece of history from this world, the ancient Massassi people were extinct, just like the Sith culture would soon become a memory to the galaxy or so they will think. Much like the Temples that still stand thousands of years after it's creators extermination, the Sith will endure. The galaxy may think that the culture will slowly starve, but as there is light, there will always be darkness, and so the Sith can never truly be erased.

So had said the Togruta's master, where in this very temple he had trained the Senator. Ultionis had eaten, slept and bled in these crumbling ruins for the past two years, building his hate and fury at the Republic scum who had left him to die. The Togruta almost chuckled as he though about his life before the kidnapping, how naive he had been, so innocent and so bright-eyed. He had been weak and deluded. Galactic peace would not be achievable the way that the Republic wanted to run the galaxy. The Sith Empire had it wrong also, Ultionis now knew the true path for galactic peace and he would soon enact it upon the galaxy.

Lost in his thoughts, the Togruta continued on his dream-like walk, journeying further into the abandoned ruins, oblivious to his surroundings and the beings that were also present on the fourth moon of Yavin.


@[member="Akodya Mune"], @[member="Grimm"], @Sören Ré Átras

 

[Grimm]

Grimm the man with the plan, hiding behind his mask as he did his dealings. He had never removed his mask for nobody, it was his trade mark in his life. Not many at all new him, but he was simply searching the ruins for old relics. It wasn't much to do with them, but they always went for a high price with certain merchants. That was when one of his motion sensors went off and he was alerted to the presence of another coming into the ruins. He only jumped up towards another level of the ruins, hiding from view while he prepared his rifle.

He wondered if there were more people around, so he would wait to fire his weapon at the target. It would only be a matter of time before he would even give away his position to the intruder. He spotted the person, @[member="Khantor Ruu"] as he walked into the ruins. His scope aligned with his head as the first shot, clean shot dead was his motto but he waited until he would pull the trigger.

 

[Akodya Mune]

Akodya stormed about of her smoking ship with a scowl on her face that could kill a man. With her back slightly hunched she let out a low, seething sigh. Her control panel was fried. Her shield generator was down. She had no idea what planet she had just landed on. Now surrounded by jungle the young woman had no idea what to do from here. Pulling her jacket closer around her body she began to noisy around the ship, inspecting any other signs of damage she will need to find a way to fix. As she neared the back of her ship, a haunting feeling pulsed down her body. A cold feeling brushed against her form as she snapped her head around to peer through the trees. A dark presence was on this planet. Stang.

After just narrowly escaping death at the hands of a few pirates lingering the space above she now felt she was closer to it then before. The darkness that was here was different than anything she had felt before. Usually, she could pick up on the regular emotions that Sith carried with them. Rage, Passion, blind determination...this darkness however was one entirely new to her. A deathly combination of grief and sorrow and hopelessness and created a white hot anger and a lust for blood. What kind of creature possessed that kind of baggage?

Suddenly feeling exposed, Akodya's hand inched toward her saber. Holding it tightly, Akodya hesitantly activated the emerald blade and wondered into the thin bush. As she walked she began to see the faint outline of a old, crumbling structure that was clothed in vines and moss. The disturbance grew stronger with every step she took, her knees growing weak under the pressure of it. Soon enough she emerged out of the greenery near the edge of the building, her hazel eyes laying on a tall figure walking in a dreamlike state. Draped in midnight Akodya felt a sharp pain strike her head. Quickly grasping her forehead she let out a small groan as the pain began to cloud her vision.

@Grimm @Khantor Ruu

 

[Khantor Ruu]

Ultionis tensed as the sound of a firing blaster bolt echoed through the temple and the jungle outside. Turning around, he unclipped his gnarled lightsaber hilt from under his cloak but left it inactivated at his side. Expanding his Force awareness, he encompassed the entire ruins, identifying the presence of the two beings who had only just arrived also. A snarl curled over his lips, they were sneaky alright, to have come here without the Togruta noticing. As a precaution, the Sith brought in his Force presence, compressing it so that it was hardly readable. Any Force-user would find it hard to track such a signature, narrowing the chances that they would identify him as a Sith. Making sure his footsteps were light, he quickly pressed his back up against a crumbling wall, making sure that he had cover from whoever had fired that shot. He had to know who was here, if they had discovered the identity of the Senator then they would have to die. No one was to know his secret. Tilting his head slightly around the wall, Ultionis caught sight of the culprit and the victim.

A humanoid figure was crouching on one of the higher ledges, a blaster rifle in hand. How long has he been there? the Sith thought to himself. In utter irritation, Ultionis stretched out in the Force, gripping the small figure and sending him tumbling off the ledge and crashing down on the cold floor. Moving on to the next being, he turned to look at the crumpled weak figure of a young woman. Her jacket was covered in leaves and her dark hair set warning lights off in the Togruta's mind. Looking down his body tensed as he caught sight of the lightsaber sitting not that far from the woman's hand. A Jedi! A small grin appeared over his lips, he had been dying to end one of their lives ever since his return to Coruscant, however to keep up appearances he had been forced to control his blood lust. Walking around the human, he tried to catch a better look at her face, however his heart almost froze when he realised who the woman lying in front of him was. Pure hatred swelled up inside him, melting away the ice and replacing it with a raging inferno.

Akodya?!?!

@[member="Akodya Mune"], @[member="Grimm"]

 

[Akodya Mune]

Within a few seconds, Akodya was on the ground. Her face was pressed to the cold, harsh earth she once stood on. The suffocating feeling of the darkside had dulled for a moment, although her head was still spinning. What had happened to her? had she touched something with poison? or was it just the effect of the dense feeling of death and betrayal that had been swarming in this area. It was a dream. She was dreaming. It had to be. Her body felt heavily as she struggled to lift herself up. Managing to turn her head a little she forced her eyes open to find the figure from before lingering over her. The light had blurred her vision, a yellow hue surrounding the dark being. As her gaze shifted back into wobbly focus features became slightly clearer. Red and white skin. Sculpted face.

"K-hhhaaa...nnnn?" She managed with a shocked cough. Okay. This wasn't real. Khantor Ruu was dead. He had been dead for a long time. They told her he was dead. Her friend was dead. This was NOT REAL. Suddenly gaining a burst of energy she bounced up and grabbed her blade, staggering back a little with her hair tousled wildly around the place. Holding her head she looked at the man again. Hidden away under a hood, the face of her supposedly deceased friend stared at her. It wasn't the Khan she remembered and mourned for, however. He had changed. No boyish grin could be seen nor the friendly twinkle in his eyes. Her heart began to race as confusion and guilt boiled up within her. How long had been here? why hadn't anyone found him? This was definitely a dream.

"Khan? y-you're alive?! They told me you...y-you...how...a-are you okay?" She blurted out in her confusion.

@[member="Khantor Ruu"]

 

[Khantor Ruu]

Akodya leaped up, utter confusion plastered all over her face. It gave Ultionis a sense of grim satisfaction to see his old friend so shocked at the Togruta's presence. She had left him to die in the clutches of those gangsters, she and her pathetic Republic. No one had come for him, he had been left to die. She looked exactly the same, her eyes still held that cold determination, that had once irked the Togruta. If anything, she hadn't changed at all, it was Khantor Ruu who had changed, and it was all because of the Jedi now standing in front of him.

"Hello Akodya." he said, his voice leaking cold fury as it trembled, restraining the urge to lash out at the person he now hated with a passion. He lowered the hood of his cloak, allowing the woman to look upon his face and know the truth. He was well and truly still alive. "Oh don't worry Miss Mune, I am perfectly alright, no thanks to you." he raised his voice slightly now, letting his rage trickle out bit by bit. Turning to look at the other man, he found him still on the ground where he had fallen, either unconscious or struggling to stand up, he was not a threat yet. "I'm glad to see you still remember me after the two long years that we've been separated... in a cell! Glad to see it only took you a few years to finally find me!" his hands were trembling now, fighting his desire to strike at this woman. She had caused him so much pain, he had lost his sanity because of this Jedi and now it was time for some revenge. "Well I don't know if it has become apparent now, but I escaped on my own thanks to my Force sensitivity..." he said, bringing his hand up to point at the woman. Violet tendrils began to dance along his finger tips as he released his built up rage in the form of lightning, sending it flying towards the woman. "...No thanks to you of course!"

@[member="Akodya Mune"] @[member="Grimm"]