One Sith, and One Other Sith (Darth Ferus)

[Niaana Ren]

Near One Sith Space
Venjagga system
Jagga II
Location: Ruined Abandoned Vong Bunker.
Nighttime

Force wails, feint but unspoken language, sonic potential like delicate but jagged waves. Niaana had an interesting force signature, sound over barren fields, dead ground, echoes rebounding with nothing to soak up the noise. She didn’t move with the force, lacking much general training, she moved like a force shadow might, someone trained extensively to be at home within them. No idea anyone might be following or waiting for her, the area was deserted, she seemed to know exactly where she was headed, and having memorized her Master's commands, she was murmuring them out loud.

Study
Collect
Activate
Destroy

Remnants of missile silos, this bunker she was nearing was leftover from the vong conflict, utterly in ruins, it standing at all was impressive, maybe someone had been fixing this little gem of history up, but why and who. Her Master had sent her to recover what she could, key pieces to his work to recover history and begin his plans. He had let her out to play, all alone. Nothing was here, that nothing was comforting to her, silence, a welcome companion, even if she didn’t get to cut, cutting was more enjoyable! Her Master had no care how close this was to One Sith space, Republic Space, or anyone’s space, he wanted something so he took it, and she was his tool to do so, such a delicious definition.

Slipping down below ground, the 5ft 11 thin Echani dropped softly from the bunkers entrance to the broken floor below, shadows surrounding her, she was in her element, and at her most dangerous. Winding and curling her way along the ruin. Chittering teeth, running her hands along the sides of the bunkers wall, it was a mess obviously, ruined, nothing really usable and mostly decayed, but here it was.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

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The Vong were a complete mystery to the one known as Ferus. Why he was even here was beyond him. In all honesty, he hated this bunker he happened to be deep within. Dirty, empty, and practically useless he was here for one reason. Find something useful for the Assassins. Artifacts, information, weapons. And so far he found absolutely nothing. He was furious at this point. Anger flowed through him like a plague, his skin a black red.

Such was the nature of his own dark mark. The tattoo was invisible to all, until he was angry. Once angry, his skin would slowly take on the dark pigment that was so sensitive to the dark emotion. The angrier he got, the darker his skin became. The Dark Mark would only give him away to those who knew what it was, so in this way he could hide without fear of being caught because of a dark spot on his person.

Within this anger however, he began to destroy the control room he was in. The Force fueled his body and his anger, his limbs smashing against the computers within the room. He would tear through the machines, a growl escaping his lips as he did. It had been almost a day since he had come to this place, and even he would loose his patience after this long.

His anger controlled him for the moment as [member="Niaana Ren"] would come in. And he himself would not sense the girl, not with her actually trying to hide. Unfocused on the area around him, and not even bothering to hide his own signature, he was a beacon deep within the building itself. She would find him easily, if she were looking. And he wouldn't know.

 

[Niaana Ren]

Niaana had the simplest training to sense force signatures, just so she could hunt targets more effectively for Master. She didn’t need that here at first with all the noise. Without knowing it, she was reaching into those shadows she stayed within, they covered her, wrapping her in her blanket of silence, absence. Her force signature turned inward to mask it’s approach, the results of years of torture till she understood how to be absent. She was a novice but a natural at this.

Anger, she could taste it. So barren of emotion that when another had one, she lavished that sensation, a shiver went down her spine, curling her fingers against her nearest blade, one found its way into her palm, cold assuring metal, and soon a second followed. She let out a soft exhale, she would get to play, but where was the cause of this, she sensed him easily but couldn't see him.

Almost slithering, creeping steps stopped her alongside the edge of her wall, her playground, biting metal. She hissed satisfied and softly to herself, Viborknife cut through the air whizzing, hissing, cutting carrying her voice. Venomous tongue waving, bathing in this anger, like she was washed clean. Faint steps, oh so soft, you would need an assassin's ear to hear them, like the knife that was cutting inward toward her prey’s neck.

Hide and seek, stab and seek! A second knife spinning from her grasp was not far behind, aiming lower, going for the legs. She couldn’t see him, he couldn’t see her, she could only sense him. He could probably hear her, and sense her now. How she loved this game!

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Within his anger mixed with the fact he had never once tried to detect those hidden, he may of never noticed her. But asides from his thrashing, the place should of been silent. A so very faint shuffling noise alerted the red man to something. Without warning the Zabrak would turn on a heel, and fire would erupt all around him. The purple flame would come to life in a split second, fueled by his rage. With a roar he would call out to [member="Niaana Ren"] , unsure on who she was. With the glow from the flame and how close she was he could see her.
And he wasn't happy about it. A blast of the force in the form of a push burst outwards from his form, aiming to slam against the female and throw her back. Yet this wasn't all he was doing. The flame around him would burst out with the force, aiming to not only slam her back but singe her form.

"And who are you!"

 

[Niaana Ren]

Fire incinerated her thrown knives, and two more were drawn, but too late, she felt herself propelled backward, scrapping along the rubble filled floor as she came to a stop. Such power, it was exquisite to the Echani. Burning clothing, Huauauah, she squealed with delight, rolling around through dust and rubble to put herself out. Leaping up, fading further toward nothing. Not enough to hide her from a Sith Lord, but still impressive for someone so young to the force.

“Me?” She palmed another vibroknife, the weapons many cutting teeth soon to spring to life. Letting it rest in her teeth while she waited, sssssss a faint snake-like hiss from above Darth Ferus, clambering, creeping cross the upper ruined floor, she would dart or dive from one railing to another, swinging her weight softly till she rested somewhere in the shadows above.

The heat from his fire blazed around where he stood, that force energy was intoxicating, she was almost drunk from his raw emotion. “Nobody, no, not meeee,” she laughed wildly, drunk from his raw anger, she was nobody, trained to be nobody. Cackling she dropped from where she was, knife in her teeth and another two held, wrists bent backwards, ready to be thrown.

He was “strong”, she paced around his side just out of his fire, creeping, slithering steps and motion, hoping he’d play with her a little while. Stab, stab, cut cut, or was it stab, cut stab? She couldn’t remember. "Who are you....? Master never said i'd have playmates."

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

A light growl would escape the already pissed off Sith Lords lips. Without warning, a hand would raise up to grip [member="Niaana Ren"] around the throat, a not so loving grip to form around it. the red man didn't want to play games, especially with a stranger he couldn't sense. A faint blink would form over his face as he thought about that last part. Tilting his head if he had gotten her in a choke hold, he would begin to speak in a much more level tone, the black taint on his skin slowly fading back to the bright red it was.

"Nobody who could sneak up on me. I want your real name, or I will kill you now and find out later." A not so hollow threat. He wasn't in for games now.

 

[Niaana Ren]

Unable to summon emotion herself, growling anger ahead transfixed her, she exhaled feeling a rush, rise and fall of her chest following, only to be gripped and pulled upwards. Not so loving for another, for her tasting that anger and impatience was fine wine, senses overwhelmed, if emotion hadn’t being choking her she would have been in bliss!

Her name as much as she knew was “M….Misss…Miss’sssion”, Mission, was all she knew herself as. Her real identity taken as a child before she even knew herself. While her tongue hissed, her feet swayed in the air, “soooo strong,” she laughed wildly, her vision going giddy. Niaana was completely addicted to his emotion, not the pain, the anger. Addiction was what had made her who she was, she’d spent long years in psychological torture chambers depriving her of emotion, until she relished the time she felt even one wisp of anger, or hatred, and here was a Sith Lord gripping her like a rag doll, pouring that emotion into her.

She was almost in heaven, utterly drunk. “Truth….” 'fully, she tried to say, seeing Ferus’s red form as she set eyes on who had her. Was that fear lining her voice? Possibly fear, more likely survival instinct kicking around her head, and finding way to her lips.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"You talk oddly." It took a moment for him to think that it was because of the choke hold he had around [member="Niaana Ren"] 's throat. Finally letting that sink in, he would drop her. But a saber was now in his hand, and the curious golden flat saber would spring to life, he pointing it at her form. "Now, what the kark are you doing here, and you need to give me a pretty good reason as to why I shouldn't split you in half." Calming himself more, his skin would once more be pure red. Fire still flickered around his form though, the purple flames licking at the air.

 

[Niaana Ren]

Dropped to the floor she crunched down, air rushing in, her survival instinct was there, he wasn’t playing, soooo strong. Gasping for breath, Sssss’hmm, “Master wants contol’sss,” her voice had a light natural hiss, barely there but something born by her weak connection to the force, untrained. “Wants me to collect pieces.” She offered through her rushed breathing, silver eyes glistening.

Chittering teeth, she crept and wound her way to face his flames, staring into their burning rage, fascinated by how they made her feel, she shivered. He’d let her go so she had control over herself again, force energy in the air was still palpable, and so she fed, lapping up that emotion in her every breath.

In an old vong bunker this was, “part of his'ss plan for remote weapon,” poking those flames and having her finger burned delightfully. She knew she was trapped, “don’t kill me, I can help show you and,” she felt so much emotion from Ferus as compared to Raien Keth, if she was to “serve” him, she’d be a better Sister to Raien Keth, she knew she would. Raien would be pleased with her, at least her warped mind thought so.


[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Who is this person making a weapon?" Throughout most of her speaking she had mentioned a master. A master he did not seem to know yet. Was another Sith sent to explore the ruins just like he? No, he was suppose to be alone. Another ping of anger shot through the Sith Lord as he once more reached up a hand. Rather than choke the female from a far though, he went to drag her over with the force and choke her with his own hand.

"Who sent you!" Now golden eyes would rest on her form, fueled by the anger within him. He was getting rather tired of these surprises. And [member="Niaana Ren"] was simply one too many.

 

[Niaana Ren]

Turning and winding as he moved toward her, her body moved in rotation of her hips, she almost slide free of his grip but then he had her! Only an acolyte, Niaana was unable to get herself out of this one, even slippery as she was, potential was there however to make her a very hard to pin down force user, given how she moved.

Faced with a dilemma, all her training removed her own will to make choice, she only had her mission and how to achieve it. Dead she couldn’t carry out her mission, such was her utter unshakable devotion to her Master, but how to serve?

Her Master had no care about his name being known, so she gave it, small hisses in between the crushing grip around her throat. “Raien Keth.” Her voice almost reverent, like his name had been burned into her every waking thought, till those words were something that you could knock her over with, or pierce her mind with their weight. Not by choice, by conditioning.

Niaana's body was contorting in unusual ways, practiced at escape, trained to escape cages, locks, restraints, and perhaps the Sith Lord would have trouble holding on to her... with training in certain force energies she might have even broken his wrist. Potential was there for much more than what he saw.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

A bemused smile would actually form on the red mans face as [member="Niaana Ren"] squirmed. Releasing the girl, he would offer one single nod. "This Raien Keth is no longer your master. I am. I let you live this day to serve me, young assassin. You have proven yourself very capable of hiding, and you have enough potential." True to his random self, Ferus would once more go to shock another person with his sudden change of heart. All of his words were true, and simply put he wanted to make this seemingly useless trip useful. And for now, the Echani would be a good start. Letting his hand fall back down to his side, he would look her over.

"Unless you would rather die, Mission. I would suggest you pick quickly."

 

[Niaana Ren]

Landing to the floor, dipping her legs and balance to catch herself, his change of heart threw her. She was expecting more punishment, expecting to be tortured further, somewhere inside she craved that internal torture, needing her own psychological and physical pains. Part of Niaana seemed vexed that it had ended, as she always when her play time finished.

She considered her options, especially now at the moment of greeting absence fully, death. Betray her Master, or die. If she betrayed him, she might still gain his favour as a better sister than that old rotten hag he kept alive. She could still complete his mission, even serving another, if she died she would have failed. Mission couldn't fail.

“Master, I sss’serve you.” Her snake-like voice hissed, and she wound her way around to his side, cloaked in her own shadows once more, unseen to the world, only to him who knew she was close. From his side she could sense that she meant what she said. She had never served [member="Raien Keth"] as an apprentice, she had been given a mission to hunt four crystals, and with Sith this powerful, she felt she would never be short of practice.

Fin

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