Private From Whence We Came

[Mishel Kryze]

Mustafar.​

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Mežsrožu's ship punched through Mustafar's atmosphere it created a clear path toward the landing pad as it did so. Mežsrožu had long awaited a meeting such as this though she suspected there would be more fighting than talking. It was the way of Ren and it had been years since she last visited the planet. By now Kyrel the Master of the Ren would have known of her approach. What he did not know was her intent, but he would be able to sense that the light side of the Force no longer held a place within her. No, it had been snuffed out, smothered by Darth Carnifex himself. Mežsrožu's vessel touched down on the landing pad quietly and in moments the loading ramp unfolded, hydraulics hissed just as a set of boots could be heard.​

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'Lava'-troopers, a squad of Stormtroopers dressed in gear appropriate for the volcanic planet appeared first and then Mežsrožu descended the ramp. Black robes covered her and on first look, it would have been easy to spot her disfigured eye. The eye that Carnifex ripped from its sockets, the eye that now was completely black but not empty and yet the socket itself still sagged, ever so slightly. It reminded Mežsrožu of who she truly was, a monster, a monster created by the First Order and raised by Sieger to carry out his will. ​

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Her crossguard saber hung off the left side of her belt. Hair pulled back and out of her face as she approached the Fortress. ​

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Kyrel Ren ​

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel had opened his eyes from his daily meditation as the center of the dark side nexus in Fortress Vader. His eyes snapping colored in black, as he sensed someone, someone with whom he thought as a traitor. Someone that had earned both his ire and hatred for many years. Not simply because of the blood in her veins but from when she had betrayed the Knights of Ren. The punishment for abandoning the Ren is the same for all who would earn their wrath. Death. His hands felt Vader's Bane in his fingers, caressing the metallic hilt as if something that calms him, a blade made by the traitor herself from the very grounds of Fortress Vader, near the spot where it was told in legend of where Vader was born. This blade would perhaps meet her once more.

Approaching from the underground depths of the catacombs and the source of the Nexus, the Sith Cave. Kyrel reached out feeling her presence in the Force. It was much different than the last time he had felt it before. Not full of the burning light, but the likes of a dark abyss that mirrored the depths of his burning rage. Did the Sith turn her perhaps, or would she join with him as the last of Sieger's Knights of Ren. Even if he entertained the thought at least for the moment, thoughts flooded his mind. Those that stirred his rage as all he thought of was how she was an enemy. Someone that he sought the death of many times, as a traitor Ren and a Jedi afterwards.

The crimson-clad lava troopers had their weapons steady for Mishel's unexpected arrival. They did not even attempt to shoot her, knowing that their leader would want to deal with any Force User that dare comes to his dark citadel. A door opened, steam hissing from the lava river below, a black armor and robed clad figure emerged. A lightsaber clutched to his hand. Moving slowly with an air of caution, as red eyes of a mask gazed upon the deformed face of the woman he despised. "I did not expect to find you here.... Have you come to your death abomination."

Mishel Kryze

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Mežsrožu let out deep laughter but it was short, curt and filled with malice. "Death." She scoffed, "as if that holds any meaning in this Galaxy." She was right on that front her own troopers leveled their blasters. Her hand raised and Mežsrožu cast a glance over her shoulder. "At ease." She ordered and slowly the blasters were lowered. Her attention returned to Kyrel, Kyrel the Lost as it were but that knowledge was yet to be revealed as it would be easy to feel lost after the collapse of the First Order. ​

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"There are many things one does not expect, brother." She emphasized the word, "such as the whispers of return, returns of the Father, return of the Empire he founded." She noticed his hand upon the lightsaber, the one she crafted just for him. It was the hallmark of her roots as both a Force User and an Artificer. "I trust your blade still works."​

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Mežsrožu removed her cloak, a Stormtrooper stepped out to grab it from the ground. "Come." She took a step forward and gestured toward the lava that flowed around them. "Let us talk, for there is much to discuss." About the Order of Ren, about Sieger - their Father, and the past that now led to this very moment. Her movements were deliberate and with purpose, her deformed eye shifted and glowed with an emerald hue this was her eternal connection to Darth Carnifex himself. ​

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Kyrel Ren ​