Listening to the Stars

[Boethiah]

Everything found its way somewhere and from Belkadan a starship found its way towards a particularly unlikely place. Following coordinates acquired from the listening post, Khaleel and Anja both seek that is beyond Wild Space; a space station that is supposedly full of wealth and high technology. Whatever truly lies out there is ripe for the taking, and the two are keen on discovering what was left behind long ago.

"How do you know it's real?" Anja's pale eyes found themselves drifting through the viewport and across the stars. She felt humbled just by the vast darkness, the lights of space she ruled was far behind them and only the pitch black remained. So even she, a believer in something she could not see, had a hard time believing that there was a station out here.

Of course she knew very well that there were places that shouldn't be here. Including the very world she was born on; a world hidden away from the rest of the galaxy much like their destination. And if it was anything like her homeworld it probably wasn't left undefended, or at least not without its challenges to get to the jackpot that they both sought after. The question then wasn't how they got to where they were going; it's what they would find when they got there.

What will we find?

[member="Khaleel Malvern"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It was a good question.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Not the right question, not the [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]correct[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] question, but it was a good question nonetheless. Because Khaleel couldn’t know for certain that the station was out there - that there were [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]hundreds[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px], if not [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]thousands[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] of stations out there; just orbiting their axis and waiting for people like them to find and crack them open like the treasury places they were.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“I don’t.” the Underlord would reply with a frown, he had been sitting on the couch of the observatory room that was installed in this particular [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Pathfinder[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]. It had been specifically designed and constructed with this journey in mind, a travel that could take days, weeks, months or even years; depending on what stellar drift would mean for the coordinates of the station itself. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“But I didn’t get where I am today by avoiding risks when opportunity is afoot.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Which was true. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Any reasonable human being wouldn’t have returned to Nar Shaddaa all those years ago, they wouldn’t have executed Jimmy and usurped his turf with the sheer audacity that he had displayed. They wouldn’t have stayed when the Ravens had arrived, hell they wouldn’t have waited for the President to arrive in their little establishment and then… proceed to strong-arm them into giving up that same planet they had just conquered. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]No, Khal had always been an enterprising individual.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“The records are pretty clear.” Khal would add for good measure, there was no need to make her more concerned than she might already be, he wasn’t that cruel. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“There [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]was[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] a station like this, and as long as it hasn’t strayed too far away from its spacial position or… as long as it wasn’t destroyed? It should be still there.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Somehow a certain Muun had caught wind of his search, he still wasn’t sure where the leak had originated from, but in the end it had been a far more pleasant conversation that he had expected - with the Muun not particularly caring about the contents of the station… as long as a few conditions were met.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Easy conditions that included valuable information that made this entire trip possible in the first place.[/SIZE]

 

[Boethiah]

Anja nodded silently at his answer. Regardless of whether or not they found what they were looking for she was clearly fascinated nonetheless, few things ever roused the Host Lord's curiosity as much as wondering what could be out there. Now; if they actually managed to find what was out there? That was a different story all together. She wasn't here for herself but a little bit of the person locked away inside of her had crept through the door and took a step out in the vast and unpredictable depths of life.

Some thoughts on the matter still lingered, though. "How does this starship work?" She wasn't an engineer but she was far from unintelligent, Anja was a quick learner and an admirer of pioneering technology. Despite The Primeval's reputation for being backwards she had always been more of a forward thinker in regards to that.

Her eyes did not leave the space ahead of them, hundreds if not thousands of distant galaxies flickered gently like tiny fireflies.

How many people are out there? How many worlds? How many Empires?

[member="Khaleel Malvern"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“What do you mean?” Khal would ask, that frown only deepening itself. He put down the datapad, letting it rest on the counter next to the couch, before shifting a little bit and laying down; eyes closed and an arm resting on top of them for extra protection from the soft, dim light of the halo lamp that was giving the room its source of light. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]There were many a things that she could be asking really, and all of it tied back to just how backwards the Primeval was in terms of technology - Khal wouldn’t know how bad or good it was to be in their shoes, simply because he hadn’t really been busy with analyzing the tech that they had brought with them from beyond the disk.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Part of him wondered if he couldn’t take one of these beauty’s apart, dismantle ‘em to their basic components and truly find out what made them tick. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]In a different life he had been quite the tinkerer, an engineer to some degree… but there wasn’t any [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]time[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] these days, he had so many things to do that simple tinkering wasn’t an option.[/SIZE]

 

[Boethiah]

"How are they able to run so long?" She elaborated, turning her head back slightly to glance at him and whatever it was he was doing before once again staring out into the black. The curiosity towards her question was already starting to fade but she wouldn't mind if he answered; she didn't mind if he didn't know the answer either. She just asked for the sake of asking. When Anja grew up her own father had always nurtured her curiosity, never that she question their ways of life but to ask how things work? He always had an answer for his daughter, for his legacy.

It might've been hard to grasp for some people that even she, a monster to many, had parents and a childhood. Albeit she grew up in a very unique environment that didn't cater your typical childhood; she still had toys, friends, and relationships. It wasn't until she became older--entering her teens--that things became a trial and challenges to see if she was worthy of being someone important within The Primeval.

[member="Khaleel Malvern"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Heh, the day I find out… I will be building ‘em myself.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Khal wasn’t really concerned about her status as a [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]monster[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] within the galactic perception, purely because he knew that perception didn’t mean jackshet most of the time. People would always think what they wanted to think, regardless of the truth, the intent or any other combination of words that came together towards the sole representation of: “a muddied perspective”. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Hell, people still considered him a Jedi Master, even though with the stuff that he had pulled over the years… well, let’s say that if Khal was a Jedi? [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Then everyone could be a Jedi.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And perhaps that was the whole point of the exercise, no?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“So, tell me.” the Underlord finally said, filling in the emptiness of the room with his own questioning words. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Why are you always so… [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]quiet?[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]”[/SIZE]

 

[Boethiah]

Quiet?

How would one consider themselves quiet... Anja was just the way she is and it's the way she's always been so it's all she's ever known how to act. To be called quiet was not shocking, it didn't bother her one bit, but she had never thought of herself as quiet. Perhaps that's because she was outspoken as a leader but on a personal level? She could be considered 'quiet' or at least a-social, if not a sociopath entirely.

"Your question is puzzling, but allow me to ask you this," she wasn't going to give him a straight answer, "why would I be anything else in front of you? You're here for your gains not for my cause." The Host Lord's eyes did not leave the distant lights.

She trusted him enough that they could work together but beyond that? He was a stranger, a heathen, and a criminal.

[member="Khaleel Malvern"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“A cause… such an interesting little word.“ Khal murmured to himself, not especially puzzled by the sentence, but more wondering if she was truly naief or if she simply wished to project such an image of herself to him. Everyone in the Galaxy strove for their own gains, there were no men or women out there that were out there solely for a ‘cause’, such things did not exist and it was troubling if Anja hadn’t realized this yet.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Even those that followed her word and whim… the only reason they did, was because they believed it would help them further their own position - if not on the physical plane, then on the spiritual one that would perhaps come next.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“And yet a heathen, criminal and stranger I might be… I still kept my end of the bargain.” the Underlord would finally reply with a shrug. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“I have followed causes in the past.” [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]it came almost as an afterthought, a flutter from the depths of his mind, the sleeping parts that only awoke when they were needed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“They tend to get[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] bloody[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] after a while, these days… I haven’t found a worthy one yet.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Show me yours is worthy.[/SIZE]

 

[Boethiah]

"You don't believe me?" She turned around to face him. "There are things I want, surely, but I live for nothing but my sole mission." Anja was being entirely serious on that matter, even if he didn't believe that was true she did; entirely vested in the concept that there was nothing more important than her religion.

"Let people have their power, their wealth, their desires. That is why I exist. I sin so that my people don't have to. If we kill a trillion souls that blood is on me, if a world burns it was my command, and if our enemies are executed or destroyed... Those are my crimes to bear." Her voice was filled with conviction.

The woman paced eagerly, "I will baptize my enemies in blood if it will beat them back for good and I will not hesitate to sacrifice myself for my cause if it ensures its survival."

[member="Khaleel Malvern"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Khal’s arm shifted slightly, allowing one eye to open itself and study the Host Lord. He did not seem awfully impressed or awed by her speech of righteous zeal, it was a matter of fact that a dozens like her had preceded her, hundreds, maybe even thousands - all people with sheer convictions and beliefs that [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]they[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] knew what was right.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]In the end… only dust remained.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]"I believe that [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]you[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] believe in your own words." the Underlord would finally say, as the cloud of silence became almost impossible to ignore. [/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Finally he shifted, going from laying on the couch to sitting on it, arms leaning against the knees and looking at her - the gaze was older than he was, eyes that had seen so much more than his common age would imply.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]He wasn’t what he looked like.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]"[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]What makes you different?[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]"[/SIZE]

 

[Boethiah]

"Dozens?" It wasn't something she disregarded, "I may not be the first to believe in something bigger than myself... But even after people like my die, those beliefs still live on. Nations rise and fall from sticks and stones to hyperspace and cybernetics and the one thing that remains the same is that people believe in something greater." That was what it was, that was it. Anja didn't believe because she wanted to survive for all eternity or because she feared the wrath of her Gods. She believed because belief was the only thing above the pain and the corruption.

Some people abused belief and used it as a tool for power; that wasn't her. She was the one who'd strip those people of their pride, break their spines, and show them how powerless they truly are. To her that was The Primeval, not just a religion, not just a cult, but a measure to rid the galaxy of prideful nations and people. She didn't think of the corruption and the suffering that ran rampant, she knew that was impossible to control, but that if the people at the top were kept in check then at least things could get better.

[member="Khaleel Malvern"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]His head slightly tilted, cold blue staring and pondering, before closing his eyes and almost reciting something from… beyond a memory. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It was something deeper than that, a fundamental drawing from [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]somewhere[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] else.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“27,384 years ago the Kwartikian Warlord received a vision from the Heavens Above, this vision prompted a culling of his Kingdom before he declared a war that spanned star systems. 19,349 years ago the High Priest of Twi’do’Zha usurped the power of his Monarch and followed it by the extermination of his entire species - blood sacrifices to fuel a ritual of some sort.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Eyes opened again.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“12,349 years ago the Archon of Milizia-” Khal interrupted himself with a chuckle, realizing that at this point? His [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]point[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] was perhaps the same point she was making, but the other side of it - the side that most zealots forgot during their zeal.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Have you ever heard of the Kwartikians? the Milizian Archonate? Twi’do’Zha’s Folly? Neither has the rest of this Galaxy. Each of them was a civilization that spanned entire sectors, and now you cannot even find a single stone left of their temples.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A shrug.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Crime Lord wouldn’t know any of this though.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Your cause has been supported throughout the ages, each and every time it collapses in itself… with the Galaxy returning to primordial chaos.”[/SIZE]

 

[Boethiah]

And how would a criminal know so much about such ancient histories? Let alone forgotten ones. The Umbaran did not sense any deception from Khaleel, either he was clever enough to control perception around him or he fully believed in what he was spewing... Which would mean this isn't something he just made up on the spot.

"And if it does then it does," Anja walked towards the man, "this is why change does not occur, because people tell themselves of the inevitable. They look at what is, what has been, and think that means they can know what comes next." She stopped half a meter from where he stood.

The witch did not seem bothered by his questions but she'd retort nonetheless. "It is arrogance, that morose cynicism in which men like you would rather believe there is nothing else because uncertainty is a risk to our consciousness." She stated that much.

[member="Khaleel Malvern"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Show me you can do better than the ancients, and I might be inclined to shift from belligerent cynicism to a more [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]helpful[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] attitude. Because as it stands now, your entire argument stands upon a foundation of seven years of lucking out.” the Underlord replied frankly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Then Khal snorted, she didn’t know the things he had done on sheer gut, when uncertainty had run rampant and him… standing to lose everything just by making one little misstep. No, uncertainty had never been a reason for him to back down from any challenge whatsoever - it was something different that drove him currently.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It was the belief that her zeal was clouding her judgement.[/SIZE]

 

[Boethiah]

"Your attitude is of no issue to me," she claimed.

Anja walked back up towards the viewport, returning to the point where she was staring out into space without anything much to look at. She remained silent during all of this, quietly searching the distant lights for something even if it meant she would not understand what she saw. To her there was something out there; something bigger than all of them, something that eclipsed any empire and every feat. So much focus went into this very galaxy alone that she couldn't help but wonder where such vanity has lead.

Surely there was a place out there that was as much fantasy to them as their galaxy would be to those who inhabited that said place. She only wished that she could reach out with her mind and touch the foundation of that new reality.

[member="Khaleel Malvern"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Such a bold claim.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Khal would leave her to her staring, but a soft smile was playing on those lips. A part of the seed had been planted, it mattered not if she acknowledged the existence of it or not - he had received a small measure of the woman before him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Complicated, but not impossible to disconcern.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]His own thoughts returned to the datapad that had been waiting on him, picking it up he went over the data they had received from the listening post - and the data that had been snatched during the assault on the ExGal HQ on Coruscant.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Fascinating reads, really. It suggested a lot of things, some of which didn’t have anything to do with the treasury station itself.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“If our readings are correct we should be arriving at the original spot in under an hour.” the Underlord would supply her with that update, before returning to shifting through the information again. [/SIZE]

 

[Boethiah]

By now there was no longer any point in continuing their conversation. Although an hour seemed like plenty of time, they didn't know what they'd find aboard that station--if it exists.

Anja lowered herself into a meditative position, one that was familiar virtually across every force sect; an almost universal posture. She wasn't a brash fighter and preferred to act with patience and thought, almost contrary to the perceived attitude of the Primeval's military efforts. It also helped balance her thoughts and tap into her magicks which were wild and untamed. Without it she'd probably have destroyed herself long ago, or gone mad...

It's actually a marvel that she hasn't gone mad. Magicks were very damaging to the mind and body both.

[member="Khaleel Malvern"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Or maybe she was mad… and simply wasn’t aware of it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]A frightening thought?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Khal himself kept on his relaxed sprawl across the seat of the sofa. His leg hooked around the back of the comfy seat, a burning cigarette hanging lazily from his lips, eyes silently studying the roofing of the room - going over the texture over and over and over again: part of him wanted to just fall asleep for the next hour.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]But his paranoid nature wouldn’t allow such while being next to a zealot he knew next to nothing about.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“What do you hope to find there?” [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]there, out in the dark void outside of the common galactic disk.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]He knew she was trying to meditate. There was this soft hum vibrating from her, resonating with the previous silence of room, but he wasn’t ever the one to accommodate people, at least not when it did not serve him in some manner.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]What do I hope to find there? [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]It seemed a fool errand, when there was so much to do inside the Galaxy to travel outside of it in search of something that might not even exist.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px][member="Anja Aj'Rou"][/SIZE]

 

[Boethiah]

Truth be told, in this state she had almost forgotten he even existed. It was a funny thought, really, to be surrounded by nothingness in a meditative state. There were few times Anja ever left herself truly vulnerable, and this was one of them. If he hadn't asked a question, she'd have fallen further into a state of rest; being uninterrupted by the world around her if she had chosen so.

"Answers," she offered him a very simple response with little initial meaning to it. Of course everything the Host Lord said had more meaning than she ever let on.

It wasn't that she had a nature of being poetic or vague, just that she often found herself in the position where she needn't give straight answers. Besides, giving a straight answer was somewhat of a foolish thing really. The future could not be predicted, and even the most masterful plans could go wrong. So her answer was one out of wisdom and necessity, not laziness or lack of interest.

Although she wouldn't care for what he thought either way. It was up to him to decipher the meaning behind her words.

[member="Khaleel Malvern"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6667px]His eyes rolled, but a smirk started playing around the cigarette.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Khal had played words games with demons, solved riddles posed by haughty sphinxes and even once bargained his essence with a devil - [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]a [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]devil, there were a multitude of them… sometimes: it was really complicated and barely worth getting into. Suffice it to say that for the purpose of this recount, the deal hadn’t gone as well for the burning split-tongue as it had for Malvern himself.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]The point was… his patience was near infinite, even if he pretended otherwise sometimes.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“To which questions?” the Underlord posed himself. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]There was always a plan with him. Always an idea, a scheme… something beneficial that aided him in one position or another - this was one was just an inclining of a remnant, an idea that wasn’t even fully formed within himself.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]But it had [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]merit.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]There were Shadowports all across the Galaxy and [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]across[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] the years he himself had acquired a fair amount of them, but so much more could be done. In his mind Khal pictured a huge, sprawling network of shadowports all across the galaxy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]A hidden network that could speed up the process of import and export.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]A place where people could disappear from authorities, other criminals or even life itself… for a price. A neutral location where they could stash their ill-begotten goods and where they could conduct clandestine meetings without fear of being double-crossed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Pulsing nodes on the galactic… and outside the galactic map that represented havens.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px][member="Anja Aj'Rou"][/SIZE]