Private Garden of Shadows

[Kyrinov]

Location: Mikdash ha’Sheketh, Chaplain’s Office
Gear: Exarch Ensemble | Twisted Fate | Amnesia

Come little children,​

In the days and weeks after the recruitment of their newest Silencer, Cade Orion, it seemed that the ball was still rolling. Even when the Sith thought he had the slightest moment of reprieve from his duties. But, that in itself was a lie. There was never a true moment of silence or peace, especially not after the destruction of H.O.P.E following the battles of weapons and minds alike on Ryloth and Siskeen. Still, they were working on recovery and potential reconstruction of the refugee sphere. His agents were still in the field, ensuring that civilians were safe and key areas were protected and constantly monitored.

Even from his desk, he could see it all through the camera’s in their eyes. After tossing up an embedded holo projector in his desk, he could see vital signs, civilians going about their everyday lives, Silencers entering the lower discs of H.O.P.E to triple check that everyone was recovered and given shelter somewhere on Eve. The broken hull of H.O.P.E still visible from the exterior. He sighed, looking over to the crystal formations that encompassed his office, glistening and white in color.

The time’s come to play,​

He took a moment to meditate, focus on a singular thing. A moment to ground himself back in this reality, even if he did not feel real. White. The glare of the sun when it's raw and too bright for the eyes. The act of feeling itself. Unseen but existent and bold when faced with darkness. The space between memories, a blank canvas. The color of innocent bliss and a carefree nature, ever unassuming. The inclusion of all rather than the exclusion of the dark. The color from which the universe came.

His eyes adjusted back to the blue projection of the screen in front of him, a hand swiping at the air to bring up the report about a biological weapon. Origins currently unknown and the weapon, it seemed, was a living being named Valkur. The Chaplain sent a transport and a squad of Shadows to retrieve the man at his last known location before he fell into the hands of others that would only use him instead of growing and forming some sort of relationship with the man beyond the skill and capabilities.

Nighthaunter, his own former mentor, volunteered to retrieve the man and get him through the checkpoints and security measures of the Temple. Down into some of the deepest depths beneath the main structure, and through the hall that led to his office, now lined with a few Silencers of all ranks, placed from front to rear by seniority should any attacks come from anyone. It was instituted when they returned from Ryloth to secure him and the files inside of his office. Kyrinov looked up as the door to the office slid open, dismissing the holoprojection with a downward motion of his hand, raising an eyebrow expectantly and stepping to stand in front of his desk to meet the new guests.

Here in my garden of shadows. ​

Nighthaunter | Valkur ​

 

[Valkur]

"Look at what you created"

Cautious.
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That was always the approach. Always the safest way to be. Always how Valkur kept himself. Cautious and prepared at all times. When he had been approached by the man who had initially found him he had been hesitant, perhaps even afraid. It was never about the person, they didn't intimidate him. But their intentions spoke volumes. Many people who tried to be your friend would be the ones to stab you in the back. But they had made their intentions clear now. They wanted him to join their group, whatever that would entail. All would be explained soon, he supposed. Right now he just had to wait.

As they made their approach to the temple, Valkur looked around at the caverns that seemed to twist and turn endlessly, occasionally passing guards and security measures. The Assassin leading him seemed confident enough in where they were going, and nobody asked questions when he approached. Valkur imagined if he had come here alone he would have been stopped, if not attacked. Nobody hid a location deep underground like this unless they planned on keeping it a secret.

After some time, with little conversation between himself and the man escorting him, he made his way to the Chaplain's Office. How did he address the man stood in front of him? He was imposing, to say the least. Then again, what about this experience wasn't? No matter how void Valkur could be at times, he recognized the intensity of situations. This was up there. Rather than show any fear, however, the experiment made eye contact with Kyrinov. If they knew anything about him they wouldn't expect much conversation. Perhaps they expected nothing and simply wanted to observe. It didn't matter what they expected, not to Valkur.

"Valkur" he said simply, his tone low and filled with grit. There was no ill intent to either Nighthaunter or Kyrinov, nor did any show. Just quiet, collected thoughts. Conversation hadn't been something he was experienced with before breaking free of his experiments, nor was it something that he thrived in afterwards. He said what he needed to get by. Nothing more, nothing less. Survival in it's purest form, doing what it took and not a single ounce more. It wasn't as if the experiment had anything to aim for, any goals he wished to achieve. He had his freedom - and he didn't know what to do with it. So he existed.

Instead, he waited for what they wanted to say.

 

[Nighthaunter]

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Location: Mikdash ha’Sheketh
Equipment: Silent Blades, MK I Nightsuit, Willbreaker.
Tags: Kyrinov Valkur

Nighthaunter had volunteered to bring in their new recruit. Where once upon at time he would have believed such a task to be below him, he now realized the importance of finding new members to join the ever strengthening cult of the Silencers. What Valkur also didn't realize is that his test had started as sonn as he had met the Nighthaunter. The Nighthaunter was something of a mystery to those that were new recruits. Many thought of him as just a senior member of the Silencers, who seemed to have the ear of the First Chaplain. However what the majority of the Silencers didn't realize is that he was the first of their kind. One of the only members outside of the First Chaplain to have spoken to the holy lady of Eve directly. He and Kyrinov were the two headed monster of the Silencers, however Kyrinov was the only one you could actually see. Nighthaunter enjoyed this anonymity, it allowed him to observe the workings of those beneath him and Kyrinov more easily as those he interacted with were more open to his questions than they would be around the first Chaplain. He observed the man to his right as he escorted him through the check points. He needed to see if this man had what it takes to be one of them.

The man was quiet, which was a good thing. He didn't want those that were chatty and annoying in the organization. Not only for his own sanity, but the silent types tended to be ones that made good field agents. As he strode through the many checkpoints with Valkur he couldn't help but notice the scars on the side of his face. It was obvious this man had been tortured, and or experimented on. Which did bring into doubt his mental restraint, and his mental capacity to with stand pain under extreme pressure. Many a recruit had failed to withstand the mental torture the trials put them through, let alone the physical torture. The Silencers had mastered the art of torture and pain. They had turned it into a form of worship and bringing extreme pain to those that opposed Discordia was as second nature to them as someone kneeling at an altar in prayer.

He noticed the various Silencers lining the hall as they came close to the entrance to the Chaplain's office. As he entered the office he saw Kyrinov waiting across from him. He gave the first Chaplain a brief nod, and walked over to behind his former apprentice, standing behind the desk and looking across at Valkur with those piercing green eyes.