One to Embody (Silas Tyree)

[Ashin Varanin]

THE SPIRES OF HELL
PRESENT DAY

Ashin gazed out over nothingness, twenty thousand kilometres above the moon where stood this spire. Her feet, wide-spread, held her to the edge of an infinite drop. She stood on a semicircular balcony without railing, somehow kept warm and aerated despite the lack of visible field. For all intents and purposes, she was standing in space, and one bit of errata could throw off the ancient Celestial architecture, the harmonies that kept gravity and air intact throughout the spear as long as a world.

Ahead of her, the immense spires of the main Strigari nomad glowed blue, giving a subtle radiance to the setting. Here on the largest spire of the moon, the spires didn't glow; here, people lived in the ancient artifacts, and here she trained generations of Force-users.

Some meant more to her than others.

Boots scuffed the ancient stone behind her, and she turned-

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RATTATAK
SOME TIME AGO

The Ebruchi pirate ship had come down in the middle of a gladiatorial arena, a bit of detritus from the immense fleet battle that had unfolded overhead. Grand Admiral Shira Karrde, as she was known, removed her gloves and slapped them in her hand as she stalked up to the arena gates.

"No idea what's going on in there, ma'am. Debris jammed the gate-"

"Leave that to me."

The gates groaned and tore. She walked through to see what the gladiators and the pirates had done to each other in the half hour since landing.

 

[Silas Tyree]

THE SPIRES OF HELL
PRESENT DAY

The buzz of his lightsaber rang in his ears as he battled the invisible opponent in front of him. His tattooed body was covered in sweat as he furiously fought the man who was not there, but that was not the point, he was working on his technique. Practice made perfect, that much he knew, and one could never underestimate the skills that came with getting the technique down. Too many people focused on sparring without knowing exactly what to do, and sure it helped, but one would tired themselves out sparring all day. His technique was perfect and he did not feel hot headed saying that. Days, months, years he had spent doing this for hours a day and he knew that even the strongest defensive Jedi could not withstand the amount of punishment he could dish out without growing winded.

A man entered the room and Silas slightly glanced in his direction over his shoulder as he entered the room. Standing up straight, he deactivated his lightsaber, the only time the man entered the room was when SHE summoned him. Clipping it onto his belt, he quickly brushed past the man and grabbed his robe, tossing it over his shoulders and pulled the hood up. Stopping, he turned his head slightly so that the man could hear him, "This is the last time you will summon me." With the vague message out, he left the room, hopefully for the last time.

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RATTATAK
SOME TIME AGO

"You would give up so easily?!"

Silas shouted at the top of his lungs at the men who were running for their life as the gates blew open. His face was covered in blood, he blade stained from the constant killing, it was not even his sword he just realized. Just some poor souls he had picked up along the way, no matter, he would not be needing it anymore. Puffing out his chest, he turned to face the woman who was coming through the gate.

"Who dares enter the arena that belongs to the Prince of Sith?"

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THE SPIRES OF HELL
PRESENT DAY

"You requested my presence, master?"

Silas bowed to one knee and pulled his hood back revealing that he was looking at the ground instead of at his master.

@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

RATTATAK
SOME TIME AGO

A startled laugh puffed out. "The Prince of Sith, is it? Let me look at that sword."

A gesture, and the weapon tore itself from his hand with unrelenting force. It settled into her grip. "Nothing special. Durasteel with a few nicks. Not a weapon for a Prince of the Sith...but then again, I killed more than a few Force-wielders with just a knife, in my day. A true master could take this simple sword and do grand things."

She examined the pirate ship, probed it with her mind, and found nothing alive. "Like killing a whole...well feth, kid. Feth."

They were alone now, and she threw down the sword. "If you can do that much with this, I wonder what you can learn to do with the genuine article. Here. I took this off a Blazing Chain pirate up there." She tossed him a basic lightsabre, its blade a watery green. "Oh, and Prince of the Sith?"

Her eyes blazed blue, then faded to pale.

"I am the Dark Lord of the Sith. Call yourself what you want, but remember that."

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SPIRES OF HELL
PRESENT DAY

"Rise, my friend," she said, and turned away from the endless fall. "You know I have no need for you to bow. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the gesture..."

She shrugged fluidly, and shifted out of formality. "You're on, what, your third sabre now? Show me the new blade."

She extended a hand, palm up -- a request, not a demand. Per se.

 

[Silas Tyree]

RATTATAK
SOME TIME AGO

Without a warning, the blade was taken from his hand, and despite his attempt to hold it she still wrestled it free from his hands. An angry grimace crossed his face as he realized that she also wielded the force and at a much better skill level than him. Standing his ground, he stood tall as she examined the blade, and he tried to find any attempt at getting the upper hand on her. The non-chalant attitude at which she conducted herself made him even angrier and he could feel the heat raising to his face.

Reacting quickly, he caught the weapon she tossed to him, and his eyes lit up as he realized what it was. He had never seen, yet alone held, a lightsaber and he rolled it back and forth in his hands as he examined it. Then his head jerked up when she laid claim to her title, his eyes bright and full of passion, she called herself the Dark Lord of the Sith. Her eyes faded from blue to pale and he realized who he was standing in front of. "The Dark Lord of the Sith..." He mumbled to himself as he ignited the lightsaber. It was light, much lighter than he ever expected, and he held it out in front of himself as he tried to get a feel for it.

"I wonder what they will call me once I have slain you." With the grace of an experienced warrior, but nowhere near the level of the woman who stood before him, he charged her with murderous intent.

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SPIRES OF HELL
PRESENT DAY

Rising to his feet, he nearly flinched at being called her friend, he had no friends and she was no different. She was nothing more than a vessel who provided him with the training and the power he needed to one day bring the Sith back to their former glory. Not the outlandish and weak excuses that the Sith Empire made themselves out to be. Nothing more than an evil Galactic Republic with no goals or desires. They were weak and did not even have the sense to attack the Jedi when they were at their weakest.

"This is my fifth, actually," He quickly pulled the lightsaber from off of his belt and he gently handed it over to her as she took it and examined it. "I believe I have found a way of building them that can withstand the punishment I put them through." The handle was curved, modeled in a similar fashion to that of Darth Bane himself, the one and only man that Silas had ever respected.

"Do you have another assignment for me? I hear the Jedi are rebuilding a temple on Ossus, maybe we could make a move on them now, they would not expect such a bold attack." Of course he did not agree with the strategy. Her affiliation with the Fringe meant that she had resources, more resources than himself, and if they could weaken the Jedi enough for him to break free then he would be able to set his plans into motion with minimal difficulty. Their aggressive approach at taking down the Empire was growing in the favor of the Jedi, and he hated the idea of it, just a flesh wound in their plans would be all he needed.

@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

RATTATAK
SOME TIME AGO

His lightsabre speared out for her with impressive accuracy and deftness for a neophyte. Her right hand snapped up, palm out, and the blade met her skin.

And froze. The air around her hand rippled with heat as she shunted the lightsabre's energy away. Her jaw was tight, her stance firm. "You're going to have to try harder than that," she gritted out. "And you'll never learn how on your own, kid."

SPIRES OF HELL
PRESENT DAY

The curved hilt snapped to life in her hand, revealing a well-focused blade. She sighted down it, examined the point.

"Ossus is the front line. They'll expect a Sith counterattack, from people who...well, remember what we discussed about situational or projected power. Who wins, the commander with the largest army, or the commander who can deploy more to a given, distant engagement? You and I could overpower nearly anything the Empire can boast, but Ossus is all the way on the other side of Atrisia, Fondor, the Core, and especially the Republic. The Empire can deploy much more power there than we could -- which means the Republic will be ready for anything from invasion to infiltration. No, Silas, strike where the enemy is weak. Dantooine. Do you know how many times Sith knights have raided their own planet of Dantooine, looking for a fictitious Jedi enclave? But there is an enclave, better hidden than they could detect, and now it's sandwiched between Mandalorian space and the Fel Empire. A quiet raid there, with the right intelligence, would set you apart in any number of eyes, without revealing who and what you are."

She deactivated the lightsabre and handed it back.

 

[Silas Tyree]

RATTATAK
SOME TIME AGO

His eyes widened and a dumbfounded look crossed his face as she stopped the lightsaber blade with her hand. "But.... how?" He murmured to himself as he looked at her with awe. Whipping the blade back with force, he almost fell backwards, stumbling he caught himself but not before almost slicing himself in half with the lightsaber. He was not used to the feel of how light it was, he was used to the weight of a sword, and this was new to him.

Pressing the button that would activate it, he glared at her, jealous of her skills and angry that he could be beaten so easily after believing for so long that he could not be bested. "And who will teach me? You, the Dark Lord of the Sith, would you teach me? Because I have spent my entire life, every waking moment, training by myself and I never needed anyone. I have never had anyone." He realized he sounded whiny, but his anger and confusion was flowing, and he almost could not control the words coming from his mouth.

"Teach me, and one day, I will show you a true Dark Lord of the Sith."

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SPIRES OF HELL
PRESENT DAY

She preached at him, as usual, but she had no idea that he knew all of this already. Her first mistake was trusting him, believing him to be her "friend", that he believed in the same things she did. None of it was true, she grew weak with age, and her softness towards certain people made her weak. She was once stronger than him but truly, now, the student had surpassed the Master. He thought back to that day, the promise he had made her, and he almost smirked at how after all these years that moment he promised her would soon come true.

"So I am to go to Dantooine then?" He had to admit, he did not know there was a Jedi Enclave there, all the raids and signs pointed to there not being one there. He had studied the planet, even visited it a few times, and he had always come up with nothing. Despite what he thought about her, she was wise, and when she put forth the notion that there was a Jedi Enclave there, he believed it. "Tell me then... what is it you want from the enclave?" She had to have wanted something from there or else she would not be sending him. She was not a woman who wasted anyone's time, yet alone her own time.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Silas Tyree"]

SPIRES OF HELL
PRESENT DAY
She stared at her First Apprentice for a long moment.

"Sometimes I think I make too many plans for my own good, Silas. Most of them make sense, can be explained. Others are more a matter of instinct. Do you know why I win so often at dejarik, against all but the best? It's not because I've studied winning strategies or because I plan five moves ahead towards a specific endgame. It's because I'm simultaneously pursuing every angle, by instinct, guided only by the threats I see in the short or long term. And when endgame comes, it comes because when my enemy escapes my first trap, all the pieces are already in place for my second and third. Admittedly, it's a lazy way to play dejarik, but I find it has relevance to the real world as well."

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RATTATAK
SOME TIME AGO

A tiny puff of smoke rose from her hand, skin oils burning away. The lightsabre withdrew, and the woman in ragged spacer's clothes examined her undamaged palm. "What can you do, kid? Or, more to the point, what can you dream of doing? A brute with a sword is nothing to me except for a tool against the Ssi-Ruuvi, the Ebruchi, and those who oppose me for reasons of their own. No, a Sith Marauder is nothing. I need something more real.

"You had my interest. Now you have my attention."

 

[Silas Tyree]

SPIRES OF HELL
PRESENT DAY

He listened to her without interruption as she spoke and his mind began to churn. That was why he considered her to be weak, too many plans, too much room for error. She was smart, strong, and many men feared her but he felt she was slipping. She was a coward and relied on too many other people, a weakness, one could only rely on themselves.

"You still lose to the best players," He said sharply, still gazing upon his master after she finished speaking. "Why are you telling me these things that I already know?" He hoped she was not onto him, she was acting strangely.

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RATTATAK
SOME TIME AGO

Still in awe of what she had shown him, the power of a Sith, the true power of a Sith.... he stood at his full height when she asked him what he could dream of doing. "I dream of bringing the Sith back to their true glory. Not a military power that is thwarted by the Republic at every turn, but something more, something greater. The Sith should rule this Galaxy and I plan to be the man who does the ruling."

@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Silas Tyree"]
SPIRES OF HELL
PRESENT DAY

"I do still lose to the best players," she said. "...in dejarik. And I don't care enough to up my game at holochess. Victory is not all there is, Silas -- you know this. Victory means more in some arenas than in others. When the Dark Council moved against me at Roche, do you know how easily I could have turned around and annihilated them? I had already fought and defeated Voracitos, and Sirella Valkner couldn't have withstood me -- I surpassed her long ago. Neither would Tirdarius have been a barrier. And the vessel, the means of their betrayal? Charon-class, obsolete. I could have hopped into the Chimaera, returned to Dromund Kaas, and sat back down in the Obsidian Throne.

"Instead, I let five separate regimes distract the Republic and draw out its fanatics while I consolidated power, wealth, and Master-level followers at the other end of the galaxy. My enemies thought they beat me, but everyone who's ever believe that about me has been confronted with a far different outcome than they anticipated. They achieved their victory conditions...but their victory conditions were the wrong ones. Their success, as the Empire's regimes have proved, was a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

"They, like you at this particular moment, look at the universe and see only what you already know, what you expect to see. I tell you all this because Dantooine's enclave contains a puzzle piece which fits in any number of places, which can be used in any number of ways. This isn't about securing some critical component of a doomsday plan, or any other product of a one-track mind. This is about opening up options.

"A long, long time ago, eight hundred years or so, there was a cloning facility on Dantooine, deep under the Jedi enclave. For unknown reasons, it produced clones of those it encountered...including Darth Vader. I want the genetic material of Anakin Skywalker, Silas. Not for some twisted and pointless experiment, but as currency. Do you know how many fools would give anything for it? The Contruum auction should tell you the answer."

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RATTATAK
SOME TIME AGO

"Why? What do you know of the Sith? How do you understand the Sith Code?"

 

[Silas Tyree]

SPIRES OF HELL
PRESENT DAY


Despite his firm belief that she was no longer what she used to be her wisdom still impressed him. He could not help but smirk at the idea that she was better than those that she had fought even though they, to this day, believed they had won the battle. It was impressive and the things she had accomplished over his years of training had inspired him to be less of a hot head and focus more on his goals. Any man could walk in and win a battle, it was the long cons that did the job, revealing a victory that was years in the making was much more satisfying.

"Vader..." He whispered to himself when she finally revealed what she was after. His thoughts began to wander, only more when she brought up how much they would pay for it, he could sell it for an absurd price on the black market if he so desired. "How sure are you that it is even there? I have been on more than one fools errand and, no offense to you master, this sound just like that: a fools errand." He paused for a moment before he realized his error and corrected himself. "Not that I do not trust you, I do, but it just seems like something that would have been found."

RATTATAK
SOME TIME AGO

"I know they are weak, power hungry monsters devoid of any real goals. They would rather stab each other in the back for a minimal chance at glory than to fully build an Empire like the Sith of old. What do I know of the code? I know only one thing: there is only power."

@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

SPIRES OF HELL
PRESENT DAY

"Who remembers the grave of a footnote, flesh crumbled to dust before a half millennium long Dark Age? It cost me a good deal to uncover that secret. If that is what the Dantooine enclave guards, if that's what's kept the Empire combing that world over and over again, it could change everything. Some women would pay billions to be impregnated with that genetic structure. Men would -- well, who knows what men would do, or why. Is there risk? Yes. Is there certainty? Not really. But close enough.

"But if you were to go and do what you would, without any assignment from me, what would it be? Where would you go?"

RATTATAK
SOME TIME AGO

"Wrong," she said with finality. "Power is a means, not an end -- the Sith code teaches us this. It is a means to whatever you desire to accomplish. Here is the code, the qotsisajak: Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me. Power is an intermediate step, no more. Victory results -- victory over your enemies, but most importantly over yourself, over every obstacle within you that stands between you and what you wish to accomplish. Some have gone so far as to kill what they loved most in order to break those final barriers; others use atrocity to achieve similar effects. But most Sith do not understand. They just kill for the sake of killing. They hate Jedi because they are taught to hate Jedi.

"That is no true Sith. If you understand, tell me why, in your own words. Why does that path fall short?"

 

[Silas Tyree]

SPIRES OF HELL
PRESENT DAY

"What would I do without your guidance?"

She was probing him and trying to see where he stood. So many years ago she had taken him as an apprentice and she had always known his goals and what he wanted to do. That was no secret, she knew what he craved, and he expected that she was aware of his imminent betrayal. Or maybe she did not believe him strong enough yet, either way, she was expecting it.

"What I have always planned to do," He said bluntly as he gazed upon his master. "I will show the Galaxy what a true Sith is. I will gain victory and break free of the chains that have shackled me for all of these years. But that is of no worry now, I am not ready, not yet." He still had one more thing to accomplish.

RATTATAK
SOME TIME AGO

He listened to her words carefully and he thought them through. The only knowledge he had ever received on the Sith was through his own study and the writings he read. He had never heard the Sith Code spoken by a true Sith before and hearing her speak made a lot of the text make sense. He had never really understood what breaking the chains meant, but maybe he could now finally see it for what it really was.

"Sure..." He started, choosing his words carefully, all of the sudden wishing to impress the woman who stood before him. "Power is an important aspect, but with the combination of all of those things, a person can achieve true freedom. A life without restriction, a true life, a life broken from the chains put in place by the Galaxy. Through passion one gains strength, through strength he gains power, by power victory, and by victory he may free himself of the limitations set forth and achieve a higher state of being. Through victory, my chains will be broken, and my true potential will reveal itself."

@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

SPIRES OF HELL
PRESENT DAY

"You misunderstand. I am not speaking of end goals. I mean intermediateobjectives. For all that you've been an excellent instrument and a precocious pupil, I still don't knowhow ezactly you mean to accomplish this. What political, social, conomic, texhnological, paranormal, or ideological instruments and assets do you mean to acquire?"
RATTATAK

SOME TIME AGO

"Good. You can underdtand and regurgitate. You will acquire the foundatins, and then i will give you the tools to think for yourself n effective directions. This battle is won. Come with me to the Chimaera. Its ttime fpr ypu to meet your new best friends."

@[member="Silas Tyree"]

 

[Silas Tyree]

SPIRES OF HELL
PRESENT DAY

"I still have much work to do. I need credits, people, and a planet to call my own... much like what you have here. A steady income, workers who can do things while I am gone, I need to create an entire new alias before I can even begin to enact my plans. Luckily we have kept my training under you a secret, I am unknown, a ghost who can start anew should the time come soon." He was being vague, like he had not put forth any of his plans yet, but what she did not know was that the beginning stages were already in process. She needed to think he was still relying solely on her.

RATTATAK
SOME TIME AGO

"I have no friends." Was all he said before he followed her and began his new life.

@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Silas Tyree"]
SPIRES OF HELL
PRESENT DAY

"If you want to rule the galaxy, one planet won't cut it. It would take you a hundred lifetimes to snowball up from one. No, what you need to do is suborn something that already exists, something with a powerful identity. Thrones have their appeal and their uses, but true power doesn't require a formal position. In fact, a formal position is often an inhibitor to power.

"Besides. What you propose is already being enacted by any number of lesser Sith Lords. You need to dream more deeply, Silas."

ZAADJA ORBIT
SOME TIME AGO

The prison frigate held, at this point, exactly one prisoner, taken captive by Shinju, Darth Menace, and Lucien Cordel. Menace had already tortured him; Shinju, astoundingly, had showed restraint. Now Jorus Q. Merrill of the Rebel Alliance hung from stun cuffs inside a Universal Energy Cage.

Ashin stayed out of sight.

"I'll be releasing him," she said. "He won't take the risk of open war, not with his friends so entrenched on Verkuyl -- but if he dies, the Omega Protectorate will storm us overnight. But he has a secret, a power that not even I have experienced. Get it from him by whatever means necessary."

 

[Silas Tyree]

SPIRES OF HELL
PRESENT DAY

"Something like the Fringe?" He mused at her, always thinking the Fringe to be vastly weaker than they appeared, if something fell apart without its leader than how strong was it really? "Ruling the Galaxy is not my top ambition, no, one man cannot rule an entire Galaxy. A true Sith rules from afar, convincing others they are in charge, a puppeteer if you will. I don't plan on sitting atop a throne, adorning a crown, and commanding my peasants to do my bidding. For many I will be only a shadow, a myth, a man who only exists as a rumor in the ears of the weak. My name need not be known by everyone, only the things I accomplish, and my legacy will carry on until the end of days."

"Make no mistake, I do understand what you are saying, and I agree. With the Republic and Empire at war they would pay no attention to a no name like me slowly consolidating power. Establish home fronts on planets like Iridonia, Yutan, and Kessel and I am right within reach of anything I need. Spread out, sure, but when you rule from the shadows it is not about having everything condensed. It is much smarter to surround your enemy, confuse them, either they spread themselves out too thin trying to gather every planet, or they leave themselves weak at the rear by focusing everything on one. All of this happens as I watch from a safe planet like Makeb. When you are a King you send the pawns out to fight."

ZAADJA ORBIT
SOME TIME AGO

His nerves were at an all time high as he stared at the Rebel prisoner who was no mere foot soldier. He was notorious and not one to be trifled with easily, and he knew why she was asking him to do this, she wanted to test his mettle. To see if all of the training had been paying off or if everything had all been in vain. She was constantly testing him, trying to trip him up, and he barely made it out of some situations. Though he only grew stronger with each waking day and while he was not ready to be on his own he could still feel his power growing ever stronger.

"What do you know of the darkside of the force?" Silas slowly walked into the room, his large frame was smaller than normal from the arduous training and lack of nutrition in his diet, but he was still quite the imposing figure. "Some say it is like a drug, every time they use it, they feel the desire to use it more and more and their appetite is never satisfied. I disagree, though," He grabbed a chair and dragged it across the floor and sat it down in front of the man before he plopped down, pulling his hood back, and revealing his face for the first time. "It's a tool, a means to an end, it is meant to be controlled by the strong. Those who say it is a gift, a curse, or simply addicting are just fools who never deserved the ability to wield it in the first place."

Reaching out he touched the mind of Jorrus, his dark side energy and hate was strong, and he would feel it right away. Maybe it would surprise him, he was very gifted when it came to harnessing the dark side of the force, his anger and rage was constantly flowing. He hated everyone and everything, all of the time, and he never rested. He hated because it made him strong, he secluded himself from everyone because he needed no attachments, all he needed was a desire to grow stronger. "I know you feel it, I am sure it frightens you, but you are a big strong man who spits in the face of scum like me, no? Can you fight it in your current state? Maybe for a little while, who knows, maybe for days. The thing is, you aren't going anywhere soon, and I have nothing better to do than sit here and make you suffer."

Retracting the darkside energy, only enough that he would not be pestered by it anymore, he sat back in his chair and sat up straight. "So.... you have information I want, I hold your life in my hands, we can do this the easy way or the hard way." He smirked and he stared at Jorrus with cold hard eyes. "Don't worry though, I won't kill you, that would make you a martyr. They might even build a statue for all I know if you were to die here. My plans are much more sinister. If you refuse to cooperate I will drive you mad. You will no longer be you, I will warp you into something else completely, some might say you wouldn't even be you anymore. I will wipe the memory of your loved ones away and replace those memories with despair and dread. I will drive you mad, you will go back a madman, and before long my touch will drive you into a frenzy. You will either kill yourself or be killed by those who had once called you a friend.... a brother..... a lover."

"I have nothing but time, and neither do you."

@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

@[member="Silas Tyree"]

SPIRES OF HELL
PRESENT DAY
Ashin nodded. "That's where I had hoped you were getting, yes. Nothing else makes sense in the modern age.

"So. Dantooine. Take a small courier ship, Animus-class perhaps, and get to it. Find me the truth of the Dantooine enclave."


ZAADJA ORBIT

Isis had worked him over pretty good while he was in the Force-null cage. His tongue probes loosened teeth as the Sith ran his mouth. "Sure, the Force is a tool," he said slowly, with some pain. "That much we agree on. But I'm no Jedi, I ain't got much sanctimony. Dark Side don't worry me none, I set my own course, keep my keel level. Best things I ever did, I did with the Force while I was riled up

"But let's be real here." The battered spacer leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, staring down at his hands. "You mess me up that bad, th'Protectorate'll be all over ya inside seventy-two hours. Am I wild about the idea of ya rippin' stuff from my head? Not really. But I ain't too worried, either, because if you could do that you wouldn't be askin' me questions at all. But since you ask so nice an' all, son, I'll do you a solid an' give you exactly what you were sent here to get. What they want is a firsthand answer to th' most important question the Fringe can ask about me, an' the question you shoulda been askin yourself since you had me brought in here."

His head rose. Cybernetic eyes locked onto Silas, and for what was presumably an unnerving moment, they danced with the blue light of hyperspace. "What your bosses wanna know is why it's a bad idea to let me outta that cage."

The room went dark, cold, and loud as the prison frigate ripped itself in half. The foresection, interrogation room and all, jumped to hyperspace without benefit of a navicomputer or, indeed, a hyperdrive. Emergency power shut decompression bulkheads and flickered the lights on-

To reveal a stuncuffed Jorus, still sitting there, staring at Silas.

Untargeted hyperjump. No destination, no duration, no way of reverting to realspace. They were all going to die.

 

[Silas Tyree]

SPIRES OF HELL
PRESENT DAY

"It will be done." He bowed his head, pulled up his hood, and he turned and left on his way to Dantooine.

ZAADJA ORBIT

He hated the way the man talked but he sat silently as he spoke. He smirked at him as he mentioned that the protectorate would be all over them within a few hours. If only he knew how little he cared, Silas was a ghost, and no one knew how or where to find him. He would make it seem like someone else did it if he had to. But, he was right, the only reason he hadn't already began what he came in here to do was because his master had asked him not to harm him. The smug look on his face made Silas want to rip out his teeth and mess up his annoying and toothy grin.

Suddenly the lights flickered and the ship made groaning noises letting Silas know something was not right. He looked around casually before the lights flickered back on and when they did he returned his attention back to Jorrus. "What can you do?" Silas said curiously with vested interest. He went from interrogator mode to curious mode as he peered upon the man. A new power he had not seen before? He was always interested in learning new things, but that was not why he was here.

"Tell me, then, why is it such a bad idea to let you out of the cage?" He assumed he would not answer easily. "And make no mistake, I could care less what the protectorate would do, this faction and theirs means nothing to me. They, like you, have never heard of me and they will not find me. Search the Galaxy all you like, I make no mark. I have no name, only one ambition, and nothing can stop me. So, if you want to walk out of here completely sane then just indulge me in what I want to know. I'll even go so far as to owe you one."

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

@[member="Silas Tyree"]

"You'll owe me one if you walk out of here at all," said Jorus flatly. "We're in hyperspace. We're on the front end of a Confederation prison frigate. There's no back end. Means no reactor, no engines, no life support system, no hyperdrive except my brain. I just killed about thirty people, at a guess. If you want to join them, by all means, run your mouth the the man who just got tortured.

"If you want to survive, take these cuffs off me. Now."

 

[Silas Tyree]

SPIRES OF HELL
PRESENT DAY

His ship touched down gently on Dantooine and he rose quickly to his feet. He had memorized the area, he knew where he was going, and it would not take him long to get there. He would go unnoticed, a simple trader who was landing on the planet to sell his goods and refill his tank, he was known around the Galaxy as a simple merchant. He liked it that way and he was starting to make a name for himself, which is exactly what he wanted, he wanted his name known but not in a negative light.

Slinging a bag over his shoulder that carried little odds and ends, he made his way onto the planet of Dantooine, stopping at a few local trader shops and making a few credits. When it was properly established that he was up to no good, he bought a room for the night, and he made himself comfortable. In the middle of the night he would make his move.

ZAADJA ORBIT

Silas smirked at the man before he stood up at full height. "Let's make a deal," He strolled over to the controls that would let the force shield down and allow Jorus to walk free. "I will let you free in exchange for the knowledge. Whether or not I die is of no consequence. If I go back without the information I was sent for then I will be killed anyways and why would I care what happens to you? You show me what this power is, you walk free and I get what I need, everyone is happy." He rested his hands on the switch and stared at him. "Unless you are content to die in the wave of your own destruction?"

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]