Private From Temple to Palace to Temple Again

[Mercy]

THE SITH TEMPLE, FORMALLY KNOWN AS THE IMPERIAL PALACE, FORMALLY KNOWN AS THE JEDI TEMPLE
CORUSCANT

Nyara Dakhan
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The one good thing about lacking bureaucracy was that you could get things done fast. Rapidly. The Imperial Palace was still in a state of flux, being repaired slowly, but most of the holes that Mercy had blown into it with the power borrowed from Srina were all practically patched up. The Destroyer had been dismantled and removed in the first weeks, which made sense, because if that anti-matter reactor had blown... they would have had to rebuild the whole damned thing.

Mercy didn't bother with the Academy too much.

It wasn't hers to worry about. That responsibility went to Vestra Tane as the third Triumvir, who seemed to take to it with pure unadulterated joy. But since Mercy had decided to move the Emperor's Skyhook over the former Palace and put Throneworld above that? The presence of the walking mountain could be felt much more often than it ever had on Desevro. She hadn't cared about Desevro.

Its close cultural and historic proximity to Tion had always left a bad taste in her mouth.

But there was no such issue with Coruscant.

She was about to go back towards the atrium, a specially constructed place that had access to the elevator that would run up to the Skyhook, when she noticed something odd. No, not something, someone.

"Darling, are you looking for something?" Mercy asked lightly as those amber eyes noticed the Pureblood Sith wandering about. As if she didn't quite know where to go or who to talk to. "This is not the place to be dallying about, you know... dangerous people are afoot..." Her voice going to a hush, as if she was telling a secret, while smirking her smirk.

 

[Nyara Dakhan]

Location: Feth If I Know
Tag: Mercy
Wearing Something Akin To This ​

Nyara was still trying to figure out how in the hells she had found herself here. She wouldn’t admit that she was lost - oh no, that would admit to weakness - but in her growing agitation, she was beginning to curse herself for following that foolish man’s directions. Varin Mortifier, if I ever see you again, I am going to take your spine and wear the bones as a damn crown. You couldn’t have come with me, or met me here, and introduced me to people here or at least made sure I went the right fething direction?!

She had gone to the Academy on Desevro that belonged to some new arising Sith group who called themselves ‘The Sith Covenant’ - in hopes of perhaps finding herself a Master, or a new direction. Korriban and Kor’ethyr Academy, and her family Clan, could only offer so much to her - but now she needed to prove herself worthy of standing on her own and making her own decisions, instead of waiting for something to just happen.

Perhaps new opportunities would arise with this…group, faction, Order…whatever it was. New faces to see, new names to take note of, a fresh start.

So far, her ‘fresh start’ was turning into a pile of tuk’ata crap. She didn’t know anyone, didn’t know where she was supposed to go, who she was supposed to talk to. She ambled on through various halls of the so called Academy, waiting to see if someone made an appearance long enough for her to interrogate them and show her where she needed to go.

"Darling, are you looking for something?"

Nyara turned around rather sharply, her crimson eyes landing upon someone, finally. She gave this individual a glance over, in the way one might give a weapon, before Nyara’s eyes settled upon the other’s face.

"This is not the place to be dallying about, you know... dangerous people are afoot..." the other said, ending her statement with almost a whisper, and smirk to play upon her lips.

“None more dangerous than an irritated Sith.” Nyara quipped back, her voice surprisingly rich and deep for her feminine form. “And I am rather aggravated. I was directed here and told to find someone to speak to about this damn place to see if it is something worth my while. You are the first person I’ve seen since arriving. So you will tell me where to go and who I need to speak to. This is the Sith Covenant's Academy, yes?” The statement was delivered as finality, as if her word was spoken and this poor soul was to cater to her demand without blinking. Perhaps, if Nyara hadn't been so needled by the shameful idea that she was lost, perhaps she would have considered the delivery of her words better.

Too late to take them back, not that Nyara would anyway.

 

[Mercy]

Nyara Dakhan

Nyara turned around rather sharply, her crimson eyes landing upon someone, finally. She gave this individual a glance over, in the way one might give a weapon, before Nyara’s eyes settled upon the other’s face.

And for Nyara it would seem that this individual just kept going and going.

A mountain alive, with eyes currently amused and lips curled into mirth, but the way her hands resembled shovels and her arms were likened to tree branches one might guess what violence she was capable of.

"Oh?" Innocently, taking a step towards her, and did the floor not rumble just a touch at the shift in pressure and weight? "And pray tell, what would a girl such as yourself be looking for here exactly?" Oh, Mercy noticed the lines of muscle adorning Nyara, the battle stance and way her hips shifted to account for any immediate engagement if needed.

"Soft, pretty, but with a loose tongue." Head tilted there. "The fact you do not see any monsters, does not mean there aren't there, darling."

And now Mercy stood over her, looming, part of the environment and yet so present in the moment she seemed carved into reality with violence.

"I do believe you are lost." The smirk losing its warmth quality, now the hunger coming out with sharp teeth.

"Do you know what we do with lost rude things in the Sith Temple?"