Private Journey of Discovery

[Kyrel Ren]

Despite much of his vision already being fulfilled. There were still things in his path that he didn't understand. Most importantly who was the man known as Solipsis. He knew that the man possessed great strength in the dark side. In a way next to the Heathen Priests he was leader of the Maw themselves. Yet if he was Sith, was something entirely he didn't know. His vision had come to pass, and yet he didn't achieve what he was seeking. On Thule he felt an urge to strike the man down, yet the voice that always taunted him. It told him that the time was not right, which only gritted his teeth in frustration.

There were answers he sought, questions that needed to be answered. But if he couldn't confront Solipsis just yet, then what was he supposed to do. He remained deep within the bowels of the holy city. Watching the endless lines of slaves taken from the raids, and even the destruction of Csilla. To be made into converts, those that would be shown the way of the Maw and join as one of the soldiers. At least for those that saw what they had all seen. Enlightenment in the way of the Maw, in what the Avatars and Heathen Priests had showed them all. Even if Kyrel himself wished to dispose of the priests, and the man known as Solipsis. He had bigger dreams, dreams he had enough for two lifetimes, but he couldn't accomplish it alone.

While he gained very few vague answers. The ones that he did gain, led to the Twi'lek that clung to the side of Solipsis. The apprentice of sorts. Something told him, that she knew more about him then the rest of them realized. Of course his suspicions was that she was Sith in nature. But if that was true he didn't know. All he did so far was stalk her within the holy city. in a dark and empty catwalk. A place alone where he could confront her. If need be he would kill her quietly if he could gain the advantage. Only after he sought the answers he was looking for, and to accelerate his plans. For now he didn't know what the confrontation would bring. Jumping down from the ledge into the barbaric, rustic, spiky looking catwalk. His crimson saber activated with a hiss. The crimson glow illuminating the dark space around him. As he spoke behind the red Twi'lek starting off the confrontation with a question. "Who is Solipsis?"

Maestus

 

[Maestus]

Maestus, too, was within the Holy City. Truth be told, she preferred her adopted homeworld of Crakull to Gehinnom. It was cold here, dark and oppressing. She did not mind the darkness and the feeling of a heavy weight bearing down on you. No, she welcomed those feelings. It was the cold she did not enjoy. It seemed the Brotherhood was making a habit of visiting cold worlds now. What was next...Hoth?

She was considering many things as she strode from the Forge. She was working on some new project. The details she revealed to no one. She wanted to be left alone as she toiled in the heat. It was also the only place in the HOoy City she felt truly at home, all due to the heat produced in that area. When the metal glowed red hot, it reminded her of Mustafar. How she longed to return to the place of her rebirth. Amidst the fire and lava that now ran within her veins. It was calling to her, and she could not ignore it for long.

She was deep in thought when she stepped onto the catwalk. Her mind mulling over the fine details that lay ahead for her project in the Forge. She was on her way to the laboratory when Kyrel Ren dropped down and lit his saber. She was startled out of her thoughts at first. Then when she saw who it was, she sighed.

Hello Kyrel. Typically, when one seeks answers, it doesn't happen with a weapon drawn. So tell me, what is this all about?

She waved a hand dismissively at his saber. For her part, she was clad in sleeveless, lightweight black robes with her signature red stitching. A simple belt held the handle for her latest creation, Maestus Fury. A custom built lightwhip that she created. She made no move towards it, yet.

She was honestly curious what Kyrel had to say. His ambition was obvious to anyone who shut their mouth and opened their eyes and ears. And Maestus was very good at watching people and reading their motives and intentions. Right now, she could see the aggression in Kyrel. But she also sensed something else. Confusion was the best descriptor that came to mind.

So for the moment, she was content to hear him out. As he thought as well, she would destroy him if need be. She considered the retribution that would come from the remaining Knights of Ren. It would be swift and ferocious, without any doubt. She pondered whether "self defense" would be a satisfactory answer to the Ren for killing their master.



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[Kyrel Ren]

He was lucky to catch the element of surprise. Within such a dark corridor. And while he had eyed her for quite sometime in a rather suspicious manner, he wondered if the two would cross blades. But he didn’t seek bloodshed, he only sought answers to the questions that he sought. Solipsis was strong in the dark side, but both him and the Twi’Lek that was with him, led him to think that the Sith were hidden within the Maw. All of them knew that such a secret would be a blight on the views of the Maw and the Avatars.


Hence why he was here, his eyes watched her grasp a hilt of what he thought was her weapon. Tensions were high yet even with a blade pointed towards her throat. She seemed to speak a calm and collect manner. Something of which Kyrel found to be expected, and yet wondered why she hadn’t taken her chance in killing him? Perhaps the exchange would yield interesting results.

Finally he began to speak. “Given the circumstances, I’m afraid this blade pointed at you is a rather necessary precaution. Now I’m going to ask this again schutta who is Solipsis?” He said his blade kept pointed. Casually pacing around the metallic surface. Implying the curse in a way to show that he meant a threat, and to show he didn’t actively wished to harm her, at least if he wasn’t attacked first.


One thing was rather certain, the silent animosity between the two was finally coming to a head. Now if Kyrel was lucky he might not have to resort to violence to get the answers he needed. Waiting patiently while the tension hung thick in the air.


Maestus

 

[Maestus]

Maestus sighed. She knew at some point, Kyrel Ren would come to her. She was the student of the Dark Voice himself, and visibly powerful in her own right. Though many had the mistaken idea that she knew the Dark Voice, Darth Solipsis . What mani failed to understand was that you never truly know another Sith. To know someones heart and soul was to hold power over them. And no Sith in their right mind would hand over anything that would put them in another's power.

She drew no weapon. Whether that was out of fear or respect for Kyrel was anyone's guess. Or perhaps she knew she would not need it. Truth be told, she had no desire to cut the Master of Ren down. He was a strong being, yet he could be of use. No sense sacrificing ana sset unless you had to.

Why do you come to me, asking these questions? Surely the Heathen Priests are more in tune with what Solipsis is and wants. I am but a mere Warlord who serves as his pleasure.