First Reply Reaping the fruits of labour

[Syala]

Dantooine. It hadn't actually been that long since Syala had left the planet to find her "destiny" which had resulted in her joining the Brotherhood of the Sith. It also resulted in her finding out there had been a lot that her foolish and deceased master hadn't taught her. Now she was even happier that he was just a rotting corpse in his house on Dantooine, but she was starting to have doubts. Doubts that she had actually managed to kill him and that is why she had returned to the planet. There was a sense of beauty to the planet, with the simpleness of it, but Syala didn't care about something like that. Farmers were weak in her eyes. Why waste your time working on the land, when you could make someone else work on the land? When you can instead work on yourself and your technique. If she wanted food, she wouldn't grow it, she would just take it. By force or by persuasion. If they weren't able to keep their own hardwork, then it was their own fault. Such as if she lost a fight, she would blame herself for it, not someone else.

She brushed her "disguise" down, making sure it was presentable. The Sith wasn't too foolish, considering she had left the planet right after murdering her master, if someone had found his body, it would have been easy to assume it had been her...or maybe they'd assume it was someone else. There had been a few people her and her master had captured and kept in his manor. Perhaps the people living on the planet would think it was some manner of revenge. Either way, it wasn't important to her as she prepared to get off the shuttle and hop onto Dantooine's solid ground. There was a part of her that felt...strange, not having the lightsaber she had stolen from her master's corpse on her, but she felt like it would make it harder for her disguise. She was just meant to be your typical woman, not some kind of Jedi which is what some might think if she had a lightsaber on her hip.

The Sith just disregarded that thought as she hopped off the shuttle, keeping a bright smile on her face as she just tried to act like she was new to the planet, her red eyes taking in the sight, watching the buildings and the fields for a moment. "Wow! This place looks so cool!" Syala squealed to herself, going along with her little act as she clapped her hands together, trying to just seem quite excitable. It wouldn't make sense for her to make her way out towards her corpse of a master's manor straight away however, so she decided to just try and enjoy what she could for a short while here as she tapped her hands together with a smile. This was going to be perfect.

 

[Nyaeli]

Location: Dantooine
Attani Implant: Link!
Tag: Syala

Nyaeli stepped off the shuttle and looked around the Dantooine spaceport. She hadn't been here before, but after losing her lightsaber and crystal at the hands of a Jedi, she had to try and find a new one. She had heard that Dantooine had crystal caves, and without the Alliance being there just yet, it was her safest option to find one. Ilum was a risk, and any other planet had a far stronger Jedi presence as well.

Dantooine is where she'd make her move.

The people of Dantooine were often farmers, or at least non-threatening individuals she could easily manipulate. Perhaps they could show her the way to the caves, or a visit to the old Jedi Temple there were needed. She wasn't sure if any records had survived its destruction, but surely she'd be able to find answers there.

For now, she walked through the spaceport, a cloak covering most of her body and a hood drawn over her face. She didn't want to be seen, she didn't want people to interact with her.

All she wanted was to right her mistake.

 

[Syala]

Syala was getting ready to explore...before she felt what seemed to be a rather familiar dark presence. Not in the way that she knew who it came from, no. It just felt...dark. Which had caught her attention. Did that mean her master was still alive? Her eyes went wide for a moment, darting around before she spotted where she felt the presence coming from...and it clearly wasn't her master, but it was someone she hadn't seen before, so the Sith was even more curious now. A new sith? That meant potentially a new associate. She giggled to herself in her head, before focusing on the Force.

Twisting and turning individual pieces of it around her, manipulating the light and sound, ensuring that no-one was watching her before the Sith seemed to just vanish into thin air as she hid her presence with the Force. It was time to follow where this person was going to see what was going on with her. After all, it probably wouldn't be a good idea for her to just open up and be like "Hey! I'm a Sith!" to someone out of nowhere.

So she bided her time. Preparing to reveal herself when Nyaeli wasn't around any regular people. Whilst she didn't mind the idea of having to kill someone who saw her talking to Nyaeli, she'd have to use her bare hands and Syala just wasn't in the mood for that! It would be far too much work for what she wanted to do right now. Eventually however, she felt like she was able to catch the stranger, and so whilst keeping her Force Cloak up, Syala spoke out, letting her disguised voice drop into her regular one, as she didn't make any effort to hide the glee and excitement in her voice.

"Wowza! I didn't expect to find someone like me on this backwards planet. What'cha doin' here? Looking for things to burn? People to kill? Or do you just want a vacation?!"

Her voice just seemed to bounce around the area a little bit, from Syala just hopping from spot to spot whilst staying cloaked. She'd drop the Force Cloak eventually. She just wanted to see what Nyaeli was doing her before she did!

 

[Nyaeli]

Location: Dantooine
Attani Implant: Link!
Tag: Syala

While Nyaeli made no effort to hide her presence in the Force, she still slipped by the crowd unseen. People were often far too busy with their own lives to even notice another person, and Nyaeli had no trouble acting like she belonged here. Nobody knew her purpose, and she didn't care to share it with anybody. The battle on Elom had been humiliating enough — all she wanted was to find a new crystal, bleed it and build herself a new weapon.

That was the way of the Sith.

But despite all of her efforts, it seemed that her time on Dantooine was not going to be left undisturbed. A voice called out to her the moment she had left the spaceport and stood alone, and Nyaeli stopped.

"If you keep this up, my plans might turn into killing someone," she said harshly. "Show yourself."

 

[Syala]

"Wow. You're so serious. That can't be fun now, can it?"

Either way, Syala let her Force Cloak drop to reveal her grinning face right next to Nyaeli, letting out a small little giggle as the Half-Nagai started to look Nyaeli up and down, breaking out into a small exaggerated frown. As if she was trying to take in the Sith in front of her, giving a few hums and ahs before breaking out into a nod.

"Well then. If you aren't here to kill people, or burn things...and I definitely haven't seen you here before...you must want something that's easy to find on Dantooine!"

She clapped her hands together for a moment, her face breaking back out into its maniac grin. Though as much as Syala was seemingly all giddy and full of excitement, she noticeably did not come within lunging range of Nyaeli. The Sith wasn't sure what to feel of the woman in front of her so she wasn't going to make too many moves, especially considering she didn't have a weapon on her purpose.

"Could it be Jedi artifacts?...No. No. You don't seem like a Jedi...Perhaps the Kinrath caves? Well if that's the case, I can help ya out! For a price, of course. Don't expect any kindness from me."

Nyaeli