Private Jungle Boogie

[Soldane Talon]

Jutrand...​

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The academy was often patrolled at night by a variety of specters, the most notable being the Prefects. Students and facilty working alongside the Sepulchral to protect the students as much as keep them penned in. There was, of course, an unspoken rule that they could steal, sneak, or do whatever they wanted so long as they weren't caught - but that didn't mean it had to be easy.​

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Soldane was under the cover of one such escapade, searching for a path unmarred by guards until he could get to the Bibliotheca, the home of the more restricted Sith datacrons at the academy. He'd only just made it past Rank 12, before he stepped past the threshold of the Bibliotheca's entrance hall. It smelled musty, even here, but it was a welcome sensation when the thought of ritualized Sepulchral knowledge lay just beyond. His next step was met blindness as a bag was ripped over his head and he was restrained, faster than he could react, tighter than he could resist.​

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It had to be Praetorians then. With hands bound and head covered, he was wisked away into the bowels of the Academy...​

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Rhelion Prime​

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The cave was cold on the skin, made Soldane shiver with a desperate hope to warm himself. He groaned as he came awake, mindlessly rubbing at the bruise a needle had left in his neck. With his other hand, he pulled the bag away from his head and tried to get his bearings - but it was never easy to come back from being kidnapped. Your life is so full of continuity that when you're faced with being in a place you don't remember ever coming to, it desperately seeks some rationalization to the madness.​

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Like it was somehow his intent to arrive here.​

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Soldane groaned as he brought himself slowly to a standing position. There was two crates near the mouth of the cave, and harsh, humid, suffocating wind blew in, forcing Soldane to squint, cover his face from the dust, and look away. That's when he noticed Matteo Guo-Yian - only just awakening himself from their mutual problem. Of course it wasn't enough to kidnap one student, they had to do two...​

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"You up?", Soldane asked rather callously.​

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He rubbed at his shoulder, desperate to get the strain out of his muscles. The least they could have done was give him a pillow.​

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"Looks like we're stuck together. You're Matteo, right?", he said, kneeling near a pile of rocks across from him. He scrounged through them until one was suitably sharp enough to serve as a weapon. He studied it for a few moments, a little dissapointed at its prospective edge. Might as well just use it as a cudgel, he thought.​

 

[Matteo Guo-Yian]

Soldane Talon

Matteo had been caught in his sleep, but he hadn't been in his bunk, which meant that his Master was behind it.

The last thought on his mind was to remind himself to thank her for the attention.

He woke up in discomfort. The rocky ground prickling into his back, his mouth tasting of cotton balls from the drug they had administered. Matteo groaned and rubbed his brow before his eyes snapped open. He wasn't alone. Whoever it was, was powerful indeed. He couldn't stop himself from licking his lips.

It had been a while since he-

Eyes got familiar with the low light and he came to realize he recognized the other figure.

"I am now." Matteo said curiously. "And you are Artemis' brother." By this point he knew Artemis' real name, that she was Luna and that Luna was his own Master's mother. But he barely had any interactions with Luna's brother, he didn't know if Luna had shared that Matteo figured things out. He didn't want to get her into trouble.

"Funny how the first time we exchange more than two words its when we get kidnapped together." Bemused as he finally got off of his ass and slowly stretched.

"I don't feel any life around the cave. You?" That could be problematic. Matteo wondered if Srina had known how far his mingling with Force Drain had become.

Would she have allowed this mission if she did?

 

[Soldane Talon]

Soldane's aura did seem powerful, at first, but under scrutiny it was far more wrong than right. Where Artemis still held the natural affinity offered to them by their genetics, their tutelage, their journey - Soldane's was clearly altered. Synthetic impressions of sigils were rife in his vicinity, the sensation of a whisper across the threshold that seperated them, not in Soldane's tone but anothers. It hurt to look at him through the Force, hurt to have to witness whatever had been done to him.​

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"Artemis's Brother.", Soldane repeated quietly as he finally settled on the semi-sharp rock now held tight in his grip.​

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"Riven.", he corrected.​

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"No, I don't feel any life.", he said before motioning to the cave entrance, to the two boxes waiting for them.​

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"I imagine any supplies we might be offered, and the way out of this, are likely in those."​

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'Riven' moved towards the entrance of the cave with a relatively relaxed gate, but there was a tension in his steps. Either as a result of Matteo Guo-Yian behind him, or a distrust in their collective senses as to if they were truly alone. When nothing jumped out to greet him, he loosened the grip on his rock and took a glance outside.​

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They were high on a cliff face, overlooking miles of jungle. High enough to look down on the canopy, it explained why they hadn't sensed any life near them. The damned 'life' was dozens of meters beneath them, through a harsh climb on a vertical wall. The tri-suns of the system above them rotated wildly around one another, raining their heat down upon them both.​

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For a moment, Soldane remembered his physics class - one of those suns was going to get jettisoned out of the system in time. It explained why they were moving so quickly, and likely meant the day night cycle of this world was altogethered messed up. It was surprising life could sustain itself at all, usually it took only a few thousands years for the 'Three Body' problem to even resolve itself...​

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Odd.​

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Without another moment of consideration, he used the force to lift both of the crates and bring them back. One was clearly marked with Matteo's name, the other with Riven. Passing off the one that wasn't his, Soldane sat it down and opened it. Within was a canteen, a days worth of hard tack, and a knife. At least he could ditch the rock, which he did so with concern.​

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Beneath them was a set of orders.​

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Your target is Lord Cinaris. Turned rogue after Darth Empyrean became Emperor, Lord Cinaris has ordained himself a Sith Warlord on the edge of the Blackwall. He holds a reasonably well armed fortress at the attached coordinates. Kill him, then steal his ship, and return to Jutrand.​

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The least they could have done was give him a GPS, he thought. How many times were they going to school him on trivial things? Guess he'd have to make an impromptu Sextant... How annoying.​

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"You don't happen to be skilled in Prophetic Foresight or Geospacial techniques are you? Maybe projecting your senses into orbit so you might figure out where 'Lord Cinaris' sleeps?", he asked with a dry intonation, but there was a quiet desperation in it. Matteo could save them hours if they were lucky.​

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Matteo Guo-Yian​

 

[Matteo Guo-Yian]

Riven and not Soldane.

So either Luna hadn't told him that Matteo figured it out or he was continuing the charade for alternative purposes. Either way, it was not up to Matteo to question this and he would not get Luna into trouble by springing a potential bait.

"Riven." He simply said and then accepted the crate. His contents were remarkably the same. He pulled the knife out, testing the edge and found it to be sharp enough to cut through flesh without even having to try very much. "No, I am not skilled in either." Which, right about now, he was starting to regret.

Matteo had been focused on the martial skills. When he hadn't been focused on those, he was studying esoteric force techniques that... also gave him an edge in a fight.

Then a light head tilt.

"I am quite skilled in life-detection though." That was a bit of a misdirect. What Matteo was really specialized in was Force Drain. But while others simply sapped some strength from their opponents, Matteo had already left dry husks behind. Accidentally, but that didn't matter. "If this Lord has a sizeable army and a fortress to call his own..."

His brows furrowed there.

"If you lend me some of your strength, I believe I could pin-point it. It would have the highest concentration of strength and life after all."

Soldane Talon