In Search of a Master

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

Allya needed power. She had training, she had genetics, she had a lot of knowledge and access to a large amount of resources. But all of that came from her father and mother, every last bit of it. No, she wanted to stop being Allya, to make the name for herself, to forge her own legacy, or die trying. She loved her parents, truly, but they infuriated her all the more because of it. She needed a master, and not one that was close to father. That ruled out a large number of candidates. For a moment she considered heading to the Sith Empire space and seeking a master there. However, another option presented itself.

She heard of a powerful Sith Lord, one who was not close to her father, but still a member of the CIS. He wasn't one of those Knights Obsidian people either. No, she didn't want that again, it never suited her in the past. She wanted to become a Sith. To become her father's equal, not under him. It would take work, planning, it would be hard. He had so much experience on her, and by the force he was so strong. But she would figure it out, using every ability she could to close the gap between them.

No, Allya couldn't do this. Moving down the hallway into her room, opening the door, and moving to the closet, she opened it up, and began to change. She pulled on her battle armor. Once the helmet clicked on, she felt more confident, more sure of herself. Hands pulled on the weapon belt, making sure her weapons were where they needed to be, checking the charge on the vambraces, and everything else. Starting up the targeting systems, and other systems for her armor, she runs diagnostic checks on each piece of it. Once more, she stopped being Allya, and became Vexia. It wasn't some game, or play, she knew they were the same person. But she wanted to become so much more, to earn what she had on her own.

Finding her cloak, she pulls it off, and wraps it around her, pulling the hood up, and walks out to the private hanger at the far end of the residence. Pushing a button, the durasteel doors open and she walks through. Inside was one of the ugliest ships she had ever seen. And yet in that ugliness was beauty. It along with her armor, was one of the few things she could claim to have gotten without true influence from her parents. It was a horrible monstrocity, a ship known as an Ugly, a Z'ceptor, known as the Iera. It was created taking the parts from two ancient, but salvagable ships, one a tie-interceptor, the other a Z-wing. It had shields, a hyperdrive, life support, ejection seat, a secondary seat behind the first for two people, a small cargo bay, a good amount of consumables, as well as four laser cannons. It wouldn't win any prizes for speed or agility, but it was a decent ship.

Climbing into the cockpit, flipping the switches, the cockpit then closed down and the ship whined to life. Launching up, she pilots her ship up into the atmosphere, relishing the feel of freedom this always gave her. Soon, she was in hyperspace, and traveling to the planet the man she wanted to become her master was on. She would do whatever it took, this would be based on her own merit, live or die, she had to try. If she was to weak to survive, she was clearly never going to be able to look on her father as an equal. Better to die trying than to keep living like this.

Eyes close, and she went into a meditative trance, as she went to the planet....soon, soon she would have her answer. “Rylan Kordel, I will find you.”

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[Rylan Kordel]

Nar Shaddaa​

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Deucalon Spaceport​

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Patting the side of his beat up YT-2000, "The Dragon's Fang" was a ship that had served it's purpose over and over for the Sith Lord who simply smiled at the machine, it was the only true constant in his life till recent months. Scanning over it's durasteel hull, Rylan's smile remained for a few more moments before he finally started to walk away, using the force to pull a duffel bag from near the docking ramp to his side, and with a fluid motion slinging it's strap over his head and shoulder to carry it upon his back.

Moving through the busy streets, it was clear there was something on his mind, a purpose and reason to be back on the streets of the smuggler's moon, but no one would know why, he hadn't been here in nearly fifteen years, and it was on purpose. Those closest to him knew the secrets of his past, and they knew he'd only return to this place if he was in search of something in particular, an old relic from a past life, or rather the past life of a different version of the man he was, or perhaps descended from would be the better phrase? He shook his head a bit, trying to clear his mind, the circumstances of his existence and life now barely mattered, he wasn't haunted by the past anymore, he refused to be.

Eventually he came upon the area he had wanted, it was surprising how well it had been fixed up, after what had happened here all those years earlier, he would have thought anyone left would have fled, but instead, the old structures of the facilities and apartments his predecessor had once called his fortress had been repaired, the only difference now, was that the guards had been replaced with droids. Weighing his options, Rylan had decided to wait for his moment, choosing to head into the apartments on the other side of the street from the place he had wanted, and would watch, biding his time to show himself to whoever it was still in his property, because by all rights he did still hold the contract and paper work for the grounds.

In the hours, maybe even couple of days he watched his old home, the Sith had started to feel an odd tingle, something or someone was seeking him out, the force was acting as an early warning system for him in this respect, but he could tell it was far off and distant, which caused him to pause and his eyes to move to the skies about the Smuggler's Moon "And just what now comes to knock upon insanity's door..." he whispered to himself.

@Allya Vi'Dreya

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

As much as she hated it, her name opened doors, made things hard to find out known. For now, she would keep using it. Her fighter exited hyperspace above Nar Shadda. Her mind reached out, trying to sense the one she was looking for. He would easily be able to feel her as she does, someone power in the force, but her approach was crude. Someone in need of a master to teach them the finer details. Flipping a switch, she makes a call. Voice comes out though the filter in her armor, slightly dampened, helping to further disguise her. “This is the Iera, looking for a hanger in A-S-17-B. Credits already deposited.” A voice comes back, and gives her the coordinates and code.

Expertly, she pilots her ugly ship down to the planets surface. As she skims through the atmosphere, she keeps searching, and nods when she finds what she was looking for, or at least though she had. It was honestly hard to tell. But, it was in the area she had been told to go towards by the reports. Approaching the hanger space, she inputed the code, and watched the heavy metal doors swing open. Ship lands in the middle, and a lever was pulled. The cockpit opened, and out stepped the armored girl. Planting her feet on the ground, and locking up the ship, she moved out onto the streets, renting a speeder from one of the many ready to fulfill such a need on this planet./

Piloting the dinged up thing through the busy zones, she dove deep, heading down to a lightly lived in area of the planet. It was full of machinery, factories, a few residences, and a lot of the homeless. Finding an area close by, she hopped out of the speeder. It had served it's purpose, but she still initiated the lock. She wasn't sure it would survive intact or not, but it mattered little. She pulled her cloak around her tighter. The baffleweave was simple looking, it didn't look flattering the least. But it covered her head to toe. And it stopped any people in the distance watching her from scanning her and figuring out what type of items or weapons she had on her.

Taking a deep breath, she moved into the darkened streets towards where she felt what she was searching for, where she had been told he may have gone. Her first test, was to find him, and survive long enough to explain what she wanted. It would be a hard task in and of itself, she was sure. Maybe not the finding, but the surviving definitely. Eyes were on her, and she had never been the best at stealth. Grim, dirt, smog filled air, it was an experience to be sure. But, she felt confident as she approached him. Not long after, she stood in an area away from the gates of the building with a bunch of droids. Eyes scanned the area and she activated her various tactical displays, using the force and technology to search. However, not for a moment did her guard go down, she was also searching for anyone trying to sneak up on her, or who may wish her harm here.

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[Rylan Kordel]

Whatever it was hunting him, it was here now. Rylan moved to the roof tops, and watched the streets quietly for what was coming, whoever it was, they had some power in the force, raw, untapped, but had potential. So why was this person searching for him? He pondered this quietly as he watched the one he felt was tracking him. From this vantage point far above the street, he scanned this person over and over, nothing was giving away anything of this person, where they an assassin? A hapless prey? No that one didn't seem right...

He let out a soft grunt, pushing the thoughts away as he kept waiting, whoever they where, they'd have to prove themselves before he'd commit much more time to who they where, though somehow he felt that wasn't going to take long, if they where here for him, they'd be trying to get his attention soon. And so he watched silently, with an anticipation not seen much by any who had known the Sith. Tilting his head, he chuckled slightly, his mind entertaining thoughts on what to do with this person depending on their intentions.

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

The technology she used to scan the area was having trouble pinpointing anything. Sighing, the girl looks around. Of course it wouldn't be this easy. What should she do? Mind raced, back through her lifetime of advice from her parents, teachers and what she herself experienced. When scanners were having trouble, get up higher, it increased the scanning range, by pinging from above, rather than getting scattered by scanning against the sides of buildings.

Eyes scan the area carefully, and she finds a good route up. Walking to the side of a building, she force jumps up, onto a fire escape and carefully walks up it. It wouldn't go all the way up, but it got her to a good place. From here, she force jumps again, carefully, and lands against the building next to the original one, where she force jumps again and again, wall jumping up the building. Finally, at the top, where this wouldn't work as well, the girl sets off her jetpack. The roar of the jets fills the area, as she then lands ontop of the building. Setting off the scan once more, she immediately notices the blip of the man watching. Hmm, fascinating.

She keeps her hands away from her sides, and outside of her cloak as she walks over towards him. Before he can say anything, she investigates his face. Very similar to the holorecords. “My name is Vexia, are you Rylan Kordel?” Her voice comes out of the filter in the helmet, a little muffled, but her youth would clearly be noticed, if he was good with voices.

 

[Rylan Kordel]

Watching, he scanned the figure over and over as it searched, until it finally came to him. After the roar of the jet boosters on the persons pack, he used a pinky to massage his ear blinking, he'd forgotten how much sound echoed in the streets of Nar Shaddaa. Scanning the figure again, it was clear they where a woman, then the voice rang out, she was young, and apparently hunting him, how interesting, and how dangerous a game...

"I am. And looking at you, I'd have guessed a bounty hunter, but your presence in the force screams Sith…" he replied, head cocked to the side as he studied the armored woman, "So that leads me to wonder, why are you here, and why are you looking for me." while it was a question, it came out more like a statement, dark eyes still scanning, the force washing around them, searching for her motive and to prepare him for whatever may come next.

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[Allya Vi'Dreya]

Taking a deep breath, the girl reaches up and pulls off her helmet, revealing her youthful dark, freckled faced, silken black hair, and large brown eyes. If Rylan had ever met Darth Metus without his masks, she would have a very uncanny similarity. Staring at the man, she searched him with the force, learning as much as she could in that moment. “My full name is Allya Vi'Dreya. I'm looking for a master, and I feel only you will do. Will you take that role?” Her tone was youthful, but confident.

The Mandalorian Sithling didn't look, act or any other way feel like she was joking. Her presence in the force said the same as her words. She wasn't looking to harm him, but instead to submit herself to his teaching. However, he would also feel an overwhelming confidence, and power. It would be similar to another being in the galaxy, unique but unmistakably she would be related to Metus and Cardinal, if the man had ever met them. Once she had introduced herself, she put back on her helmet, and latched it into place. “So, you seem quite interested in this place.” Voice was once again filtered through the mask, and she looked out at the view of the once fortress.

Scanning the area, she nods. “Thirty-seven droids guarding the outside, with regular rotations inside and out, meaning, probably closer to fifty total.” Her hand rests lazily on the large custom blaster at her hip, flipping one of the switches on it. “Need any help getting in there?” Her voice barely held any emotion, but through the force, he could tell she was just itching for a fight. A Mandalorian through and through, even if droids provided little to no honor.

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[Rylan Kordel]

"Ah, a Vi'dreya. Makes sense then." he shrugged a little, still feeling her out and seeing what it was she had wanted, and as she spoke, he nodded, registering what she had said "So you're kin to the Vicelord and the Dominous. Interesting... And you want me as a master? Curious..." he had begun rubbing his jaw in thought, then just shrugged his shoulders, clearly accepting this for what it was and nodding once again. Having a Mandalorian Sithling as an apprentice would prove to be interesting at least, since that was all his own back ground, though not one he openly admitted to anyone.

Looking back at the fortress, he chuckled slightly "I have a long history with this place, and honestly I'm a little surprised it looks as good as it does after what I had done to it years ago. Either someone else moved in, or one of my... "Fathers" or "Grandfathers" lackeys have taken the place over since the incident that lead to my... being." he kept scanning the place, then glanced at his new apprentice, amused at her reaction and itch. "The droids don't concern me, unless they've managed to get their hands on Commando or Assassin droids, but even they become dust against the force. The soldiers though, they could be force dead, or something else." he shrugged once more, before cracking a smirk before launching himself off of the roof.

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[Allya Vi'Dreya]

She didn't understand everything he was saying quite yet, but it mattered little. He was accepting her for the moment. If she could keep up, it was the Sith way. You used what you could, both would understand from the moment this was formed, that they would use one another, push one another, test each other for weaknesses. It was their way, the way of both Mandalorians, and the way of Sith.

Allya was a passion Sith, she used strong emotions as her fuel, rather than fear, pain, and suffering, but she was still Sith in every way. “My Father controls the CIS, my Uncle the Knights Obsidian, you alone show the ability to not lick their boots, and to show me how to actually expand my power.” Helmet goes back on her head, and she scans the building. “I care little if they are droid, zombies, force dead, or some form of monster. Lead, and I will follow. Point, and I will do.”

As her new master jumps off the tall building, her heart raced. Oh it looked fun. Without any hesitation, she jumped as well, trusting in her abilities and her technology. However, for that moment, of falling, she was in bliss, feeding heavily off the emotional thrill, and the adrenaline pumping through her body. She glowed in the force, taking it all in, and transferring raw emotion into power. This, was the ultimate high. Wherever he went, she followed.