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Mutual Feelings [Malice]

~Thule~

Mia was unsettled, she couldn't put her finger on why, sleep evaded her so she gave up and let her feet carry her where they may. She went nowhere without her beskad and had even managed to fix her blasters to her thighs. She never expected an attack, but she was always prepared for the unexpected. She was after all on a planet that used to belong to the sith.

Foot steps carried her across open plains away from civilisation, here rocky outcroppings protruded from the ground, their tips glowing with bio-luminescent moss. She stopped for a moment, eyes surveying the landscape. Perhaps her reason for being so unsettled was because this had been a sith world. Had been. Past Tense. No longer a sith world, so why wouldn't this feeling shift?

@[member="Malice Draclau"]
 
So much had changed in this galaxy since his return. Once a powerful Sith Empire was now reduced to scattered fragments across the galaxy, each one now trying to etch out a living. Malice learned several of the once Sith held worlds now belonged to the Mandalorians, a group Malice hadn't met directly, however over the course of his life he has had run ins with Mandalorians in general. None of them went well. Still the elder Sith couldn't deny the call of the Darkside, the power beckoning him.

So there he was traveling in his ship through Mandalorian space. His trip was silent and cautious, making sure not to get by the Mandos. As the force would have it Malice was able to make it to one of the Sith worlds, Thule looming before him. Choosing to avoid the major cities Malice opted to land in one of the more deserted savannahs, making sure no lightning storms were going on at the moment. Setting down the Sith exited his ship. Clad in a white tunic with matching loose fitted white pants and boots Malice looked around him. Nothing living could be seen, and through the force he could feel the Darkside all around him. Today Malice had taken the form of a Twi'lek. Black skinned with dark blue eyes, both lekkus rested against his back. Walking along the planet Malice paused briefly. Bending down he placed a hand upon the soil.

*yes......I can feel it. Such power, coursing through the very core of the planet*

Focusing on the Darkside Malice fed on it, drew on its power like an intoxicating drug. He stopped after a few seconds and stood. He wanted to venture to the old sith temple on this planet, however he wasn't sure if the mando's had decided to occupy it or destroy it. There was only one way to find out. Having everything he needed Malice now walked towards the city he saw on his scanners. It was a distance away and would make more sense to park in its hangers. Yet for safety purposes Malice chose this approach. It was longer, but he had a better chance at staying alive.
 
The temple stood in ruins before Mia, pulled down like all the others a further symbol to the destruction of the sith. She ascended the steps to look over the rubble, feeling the darkness course through the ruins beneath her feet. Anger rose like bile out of no where, memories that could only bring hate from her flickered through her mind. Of Moridin and his threat to her people, of Daxton and his silver tongue playing games with her mind. She had told Avicus Dusang and Voracitos alike that she would live to see the day the empire was brought to its knees. Oh she had wanted very much to have a front seat during the event, but Velok had seen to it that Mia was driven into hiding.

She lifted her dark eyes as she felt the presence of another, her lips curled into a cold smile "Dar'jetii." she hissed. She turned to look towards the plains silhouetted upon the steps she waited for him to come fingers itching for a fight.
 
His trek was a long one, yet thank the force for Malice it was uneventful. Thule had no native animals or predators. Eons ago it seemed when the Sith first colonized Thule they brought in other sentient races to be their slaves and workers. Their descendants now along with the Mandalorians inhabited this world, living in the two cities on the planet. Sometime now had passed yet the temples tip was barely starting to come into view. He kept his pace casual, no reason to rush things. Taking his time would help keep him from getting discovered.

Malice did not notice the presence of others, his mind saturated with the dark nexus of the planet. More and more the temple came into view, Its ruined visage clear to Malice even from this distance. Indeed the home of the Sith had been desecrated. Though he couldn't avenge his brothers and sisters now, eventually he would.

@[member="Mia Monroe"]
 
Mia watched him coming, each step passed like a millennia, to slow for her. She paced across the broken steps, making no move to go to him, nor alerting him of her presence any more than being in plain view. Even in the poor light that the bio luminescence offered she could make out silver hair and a fighters gait. Unable to bear the silence any longer Mia reached out mentally, driving her telepathic words forward like bullets.

You have no power here, Sith.

@[member="Malice Draclau"]
 
He felt the presence invade his mind forcefully, causing him to brace himself where he stood. Shaking his head Malice looked up ahead of him, there before the temple he could make out a figure. It must have come from them. Reaching out himself Malice spoke.
(You seem mistaken stranger. I sense the power of the Sith all around here, even to the planets core. You are the one who holds no power here)

Malice now quickened his pace towards the temple, closing the gap quickly. Whoever this person was she wasn't friendly to the Sith, which meant she must belong to the Empire that now controls this planet. If that was the case, then he would end her here and now removing her stain upon this sacred soil. He was closing in, as he did so Malice removed his tunic, showing his tanned chiseled chest and abdomen. He wore now only his pants and boots, no other armor or clothing. His sword was not with him and his saber hidden inside of his body. Malice needed his blade only as a last ditch defense, the force was his weapon and with it....he would crush all others.
(You made a grave mistake taking what belongs to the Sith....)
@[member="Mia Monroe"]
 
As he drew closer, Mia no longer needed the force to speak to him. "The sith made a grave mistake making an enemy of us. All must suffer the consequences of their actions." She stood firm, not drawing her beskad, for he had not drawn his own weapon. That meant only one thing, and that was that Mia was about to be truly tested in what she had learnt from the memories Velok had installed in her mind.

"You should leave, dar'jettii. Only ghosts remain here."

@[member="Malice Draclau"]
 

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