In their House at Exocron Living Gods Lie Dreaming(Moross)

[Nyarl]

Nyarl was a Sithspawn made by one of the Galaxy's best alchemists in Warren Valik, and in the process of his creation his mind was destroyed, memories erased in order to cope with the psychological shock of the procedure. This left Nyarl a blank slate, with no purpose other than to seek power and serve his master. Until he could kill the demented scientist, but he suspected that wouldn't be for quite a while.

The first mission Warren Valik assigned him to was one of reconnaissance. The Fringe, the government which in which Valik hid from the rest of the galaxy, had recently made a treaty with the Moross Crusade, a government Valik knew little of other than their theocratic origin. Thus Nyarl was sent to gather information, and learn of the Moross Crusade, the structure of their government and religion, find possible weaknesses to exploit. With the intention of becoming a new 'convert' he headed to Exocron, capital of Moross, and after disembarking from the docks he headed to the largest temple he could find. If anyplace was filled with the devout, and thus most knowledgeable, it would be here.

Arriving in simple shorts and letting his wings effectively function as a robe he headed into the temple, and questioned the first 'holy' looking person he could find, not wasting time with pleasantries.

"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh." He uttered, and the man looked confused. Damn alchemist had given him the ability to change skin colors, but couldn't give the ability to speak proper Galactic Basic. Taking a datapad he ran through the keyboard with his tentacled fingers before commanding the device to speak in a voice that, in a place far far away in a time long, long in the future would be referred to as Microsoft Sam.

"I have come to seek understanding. I had heard Gods walked on the planet Exocron, and wished to learn more."

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Cameron had seen the Sithspawn approach from one of the upper levels of the Temple foyer's helical construction. More specifically, he had sensed the creatures presence long before his silver-green gaze ever laid eyes on it. From beneath the hood of his dark blue and gray cloak, the Priest of Aatrox maintained a largely impassive expression. It certainly was not unusual for pilgrims to travel to Exocron seeking enlightenment. That, in fact, happened on a relatively routine basis.

The young pilgrim that had been on Exocron no more than a couple weeks had done a sufficient job delaying the new arrivals progress any further through the Temple. However, that usefulness would dissipate in a moment when the a Sithspawn was ushered to the Grand Hall as all new pilgrims generally were. For the moment, the Sith Lord allowed the interaction to continue.

Elian smiled warmly at the new arrival, passing no judgment on appearance or demeanor. All were welcome in the Temple of Moross so long as their heart was true. "Yes certainly! I'm kind of new her myself, but I can surely take you to the Grand Hall where one of the Priests or Priestesses will receive you. Follow me." As Elian began walking, he questioned the new arrival. "Where did you happen to hear about the Moross Crusade?"

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[Nyarl]

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Nyarl started with some typing, then stopped for a moment contemplating before getting back to furiously typing on his datapad. The static filled electronic voice then uttered his words in explanation "My father worked for the Fringe, and upon the Fringe and Moross aligning I began to explore the surface, then came here for more." It was an odd place, this temple. He suspected their were many secrets here hidden from view, to him and perhaps the congregation as well. Which in honesty, mattered little to him. Governments hid their secrets well, and with a Theocracy Religion and Government were two sides of the same coin.

Still, he doubted this place hid military secrets or any such bothers were here, so he was probably in relatively little danger. Still, he couldn't help shaking the feeling he was being watched.

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[Cameron Centurion]

As the pair moved from their position near the Temple's entrance, Cameron departed his vantage point and swiftly made his way towards the stairs. There was something about this...pilgrim. While the Sith Lord had come to trust his emotions long ago, he also knew that certain subtleties could be misinterpreted by even the most experienced mind.

Elian nodded slowly to the man's...datapad response. Clearly this pilgrim did not speak basic...which was a touch odd in his mind. However, it was not hard for the devout pilgrim to believe that word of Moross and it's capabilities had spread across the entire galaxy in many languages. A proud smile touched his features just as they arched the Grand Hall. "I see...well you're in luck." Grasping the handles to the heavy oak doors, Elian heaved them open without even noticing who was towering over him. "Welcome to the G--". The man's progress was halted the moment he came into contact with the much larger Cameron Centurion.

Cameron merely gazed down at both individuals. Silence was all that greeted them for several moments.

Elian broke the silence hesitantly, offering Cameron a polite half-bow. "Lord Centurion, my apologies. This is..." Elian attempted to recall a name when he remembered that he hadn't asked the newcomer their name.

"Someone you clearly do not know...which is stellar as you were just about to grant him access to the Grand Hall. You are dismissed, pilgrim."

Elian half-bowed once more before departing the area.

Once Elian was out of earshot, Cameron addressed the newcomer. "So. Your name, Pilgrim?"

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[Nyarl]

Nyarl watched as their passage to the mysterious G-- was blocked by a larger bald man of darker complexion. He could taste the fear in Elian, though whether is was fear of pain or simply getting chewed out by his boss he wasn't certain. Not that it mattered, it was sweet power all the same.

The initial greeter stumbled and bumbled to explain himself, but the man, seemingly a priest or some other rank of importance was quick to dismiss his thoughts. His voice and demeanor were forceful, authoritative. Qualities he could respect as a Sith.

"Nyarl." A deep, throaty and distorted voice came through his tentacles. One of the few words he could utter without electronic assistance. He then motioned a finger and pointed to the man while tilting his head. A simple way to say 'And you?' without having to type up the datapad.

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[Cameron Centurion]

Cameron nodded to the newcomer. "Pleasure, Nyarl." Stepping away from the doors to the Grand Hall, the Sith Lord motioned them closed with his right hand. Once he'd heard the heavy doors seal behind him, Cameron inclined his head towards the main corridor, indicating Nyarl should follow.

As they entered the open-air main corridor, Cameron answered the newcomers question. "I am Lord Centurion, Priest of Aatrox. Ordinarily you would be escorted by a member of the processing and training staff. My function, however, is different." For now, Cameron did not bother to elaborate. "You stated earlier that your father worked for the Fringe. Three questions. Who is your father, when did he leave the Fringe, and what does he do now?" Nyarl's earlier conversation with Elian had not escaped the Sith Lord's ears even at distance.

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[Nyarl]

Nyarl followed the man as he closed the large doors of the Grand Hall conspicuously shut. Nyarl's first thought was that the man had something to hide, but that admittedly was due to his paranoia as a Sith, or perhaps as a Sithspawn. He supposed it could have merely been a place too holy for him to enter without first being 'cleansed' or some other such operation. The man he now knew as Lord Centurion, worshiper of Aatrox elaborated that he wasn't the normal Moross greeter, nor was this standard procedure. Something was wrong, he raised some sort of alarm. He'd need to be quick on his feet. Question after question was shot, and it appeared that Nyarl had been watched, or at least listened to by Aatroxian Priest. Nyarl paused for perhaps half a second before scurrying to type on his datapad.

"Father is a bit of a misnomer. I do not remember being born, only created by a Sith Alchemist who I knew only as 'Master'." The datapad spoke as he continued to type. "I do not know where he travels now, nor do I wish to. We did not leave on the best of terms."

@[member="Cameron Centurion"]

 

[Cameron Centurion]

When Nyarl had stated that he'd been created by an alchemist, The corners of Cameron's lips threatened to curl upwards in something of an amused expression. However, his impassive gaze remained as he absorbed the information Nyarl provided. The fact that the sithspawn had not departed from its creator on the best of terms was...curious to Cameron, mostly. He'd known a pletheroa of accomplished alchemists in his life time. He did not, however, know a great many that had a penchant for allowing their creations to merely...wander off.

As a result, a number of potential issues began playing themselves out in his mind. It was a reality he'd conspired of course. The more the Crusade did in the galaxy and the more allowed it acquired, the more vulnerable it became. He'd been in conference with The Lord Crusader as of late very often regarding this matter. Steps had been taken, but the project in its entirety was far from complete. "I see. When did your master terminate his participation with the Fringe?"

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[Nyarl]

The Priest of Aatrox's neutral expression was admittedly a bit concerning. It meant the Priest had experience with Sithspawn, or perhaps did not fin his story to be true, or perhaps even was told to expect a situation of this nature. He wasn't sure which scenario was the most harmful, or even if the Priest fit in his little triangle of options. There was little to do about it now he supposed, other than let his knowledge and intuition get him through it. Hopefully anyways.

Clicking and clacking was the immediate response of Nyarl to Centurion's question, before the datapad began to speak "My former master was a man of opportunity, going wherever he believed he'd be able to get the best resources. He was not in the Fringe three months ago, but I cannot speak of what he has done since then. He might be back at the Fringe for a sweeter deal, or he could be making weapons for the Fel Empire. I was more concerned with making sure he wasn't with me than tracking his location since we left."

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