Rule of Three.

[Darth Ferus]

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In his long life Darth Ferus had trained many acolytes, some to knights, and only two to the rank of Lord. The way of the Sith was never an easy path, and so many fell short of the goal. In all his time however his favorite style of teaching was to take three acolytes and force them to work together. But at the moment he only had two.

[member="Vahliath Imperious "]and [member="Serixibis"] . He had seen the pair fight among one another, but now the two were summoned to his personal ship. They were to bring what ever weapons they had and clothing that wouldn't give away their position as Sith. He himself was dressed in a black cloak and stood on the ramp leading up into the silver vessel. They should be there soon.

 

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And to be there soon they were, for punctuation spoke much about man, even if he were yet to breath a single word. For a while, Vahliath was in search of a master. One who could train him - expand his knowledge in the Force beyond what he was currently capable of. Since the pillar that once held up the Rule of Two had collapsed under the progression of the Sith Empire, an apprentice was just as entitled to choose their master, just as a master was entitled to choose their apprentice. Vahliath only knew so much about Darth Ferus, a Dark Lord of the Sith; however, he saw potential in him. Perhaps it was strength, or even wisdom, but something was there. Something that could help Vahliath grow - mature in the Force. For it would come to set him free.

Vahliath took the word of Darth Ferus and came with only essentials, lest he be depicted as someone who wasn't organised. On his side, his Lightsaber lingered upon a belt. To his right, a Sith Sword, one passed down from his forefathers, and their forefathers before them. Over his shoulders, he donned a grey, bagged cloak which hung heavy over his slender physique. The hood was adjusted over his head, leaving only few silver strands to dangle beyond the fabric. Grey was better; it didn't signify he were a Sith, and neither did it depict him as a follower of the Jedi. Hopefully the Darth Vahliath came to approach would accept his preference in attire. He gazed up to the Dark Lord with hazel hues, and for a moment, he lingered in prolonged silence. Should he bow?

"I don't believe we were followed, My Lord." Vahliath commented, and he was certain no one had followed them. While he couldn't speak for Serixibis, he was certain she'd follow the same manners of caution. She was a Sith, after all.

[member="Darth Ferus"]
@Serixibis

 

[Serixibis]

"They were to bring what ever weapons they had and clothing that wouldn't give away their position as Sith."

Punctuality, while a virtue for those who valued it was apparently not high on Serixibis's list of meritorious attributes. The Acolyte arriving several minutes after Vahliath, delaying on some obscure errand just long enough to perhaps invoke the ire of Darth Ferus.

Despite being marginally late, the rest of Darth Ferus's commands seem to have been obeyed to the letter. Her black tunic and desert wear is nowhere to be seen, replaced with a chocolate brown body glove of soft leather decorated with silver scales around the shoulders and hips. A matching cloak of rough cloth is tossed across her form, only partially concealing the Vibro-lance slung across her back. Alongside her weapon is a backpack of simple sort packed with a weeks worth of rations and several other bits and pieces for an Acolyte on the go.

"Lord Ferus, I am here to serve as requested."

Serixibis inclines her head briefly to Darth Ferus, her amber eyes lingering on Vahliath.

[member="Vahliath Imperious "]| [member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Good, you've come as asked. Come aboard." He would turn without speaking another word, entering the ship. Should [member="Serixibis"] and [member="Vahliath Imperious "]follow the entry ramp would close as soon as they were both on board. The Darth would be deeper within, lounging in what could only be the main room. It looked almost like a private barroom, fully stocked with Ferus lounging on a rich leather couch.

"Feel free to get comfortable. What will happen on the next day will be stressful enough without the usual Sith intimidation and training. You'll be capturing me a Jedi by the name of [member="Sairyse Castor"]. Part of being a Sith is helping those deemed worthy and helping them break their chains. Often through torture and the like. You'll be assisting me with the torture, should you survive the capture, and we'll see how worthy he will actually be. But! Like I said, we have a day to waste here in the ship. Drink, be merry. Be social. It's not all doom and gloom."

To emphasize his point the Darth waved a hand, calling over a bottle of whiskey and a glass from the nearby counter and poured it mid-flight. He caught the filled glass and let the bottle rest on the table before him and took a long drink of the rich amber liquid.

 

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Vahliath boarded the ship without delay once Serixibis arrived. When he glanced at her, he noticed how she had packed slightly (slightly was an understatement) more than him, but he was yet to feel doubt on what he brought along himself. He was light on his feet, and it meant less would be lost in the midst of battle, which was dawning upon them, as Darth Ferus himself confirmed when they finally entered the ship and sat down. Vahliath pulled back his hood, momentarily glancing at the interior of the ship before settling down on a chair opposite the Dark Lord. It was there he listened to their objective. Strange it was, to go after a single Jedi, but even capturing one was considered to be gold found amongst silver. Priceless to any who knew the true oppression behind the Jedi ways, and what it meant if they were to return to their false sense of glory. Vahliath took it upon himself to pour out a drink - physically. His abilities in the Force would come to be witnessed in time. For now, let him be seen as an Acolyte of the Sith who wanted not to show off, but express his interest in the mission ahead.

"Thank you for your hospitality, My Lord." Vahliath honourably bowed his head before subtly raising the glass. He was yet to take a sip, however. "What is it that you could tell us about this. . . Jedi. I'm sure that we could be capable in seeing this through, but it's always better to know what you're eating before you eat it. Serixibis is a talented warrior herself. A Pureblood, and one in a million-- perhaps less, given the lack of her species. I believe we could both benefit from knowing a bit more about the target. Jedi may be limited in their potential and power, but they didn't rule for thousands of years by being cautious. I sense this target is different."

[member="Darth Ferus"]
[member="Serixibis"]

 

[Serixibis]

Serixibis trails after Vahliath as they board the ship, pausing briefly at the threshold to the vessel and inspecting the landing pad behind her. There is a fleeting sense of concern across her features that is paired with a noticeable tension in the Force around her. While not quite fear, there is an aspect of worry about her as she turns and slips into the main room of Darth Ferus's ship.

"Feel free to get comfortable. What will happen on the next day will be stressful enough without the usual Sith intimidation and training."

With another subtle dip of her head she discards her pack and excess gear, the traveling equipment stowed next to one of the cozy leather seats alongside her weapon. Vahliath is looked over a second time, his poison of choice noted with an arched eyebrow. The question he asked was a good one and he was not too far off the mark in his appraisal of her abilities. One in a million? High praise, though she managed to keep the smirk of validation hidden well enough as she turned and fixed herself a drink of...water. How dull.

"I echo what Vahliath has said. We appreciate the chance to be of use to you but would like to know more about this Jedi. How did they come to your attention, and who will try to stop us?"

The question is posed as Serixibis takes a seat beside Vahliath and opposite Darth Ferus, lissome legs folding beneath her as she sits Indian style on one of the large leather chairs.

[member="Vahliath Imperious "]| [member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"He is a young Anzat Jedi, not much when you first see him, but he has a dark hunger. Something he's been hiding from his brothers, and something you'll be exploiting." He trailed off, smirking as he glanced between the two. [member="Serixibis"] and [member="Vahliath Imperious "]at least had enough sense to ask who they were going after rather than be blindly loyal. With a simple nod he turned back to his glass, sipping another mouthful. They'd do well.

"The only ones you'll have to worry about will be the local police force. The Jedi doesn't want to be found. Look for the one eating the brains of those throughout Nar-Shadda. That is the task I leave to you." And that was all he would say on the matter. [member="Sairyse Castor"] will be a wonderful addition, should they succeed.

 

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A dark hunger in need of exploitation. That sounded like the perfect task for Vahliath to focus on. An area he intended on mastering - in time. Right now, he was ensuring that he wasn't biting off more than he could chew, starting with the drink in his hand. While it was sweet, it had a certain kick that would have gotten to his mind. The last thing Vahliath wanted was to be unfocused, and he felt if he saw the bottom of that glass he'd eventually feel that way. He put the glass down on the table and coughed, fingers lingering around the rim as he listened to what the Dark Lord had to say.

"I believe me and Serixibis can put our minds together to come up with some kind of strategy." Saying that, he turned his gaze her way to see if she shared the same opinion on the matter. After that, he was willing to get his head down until the time came for them to march on their target.

[member="Serixibis"]
[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Serixibis]

Serixibis was only vaguely familiar with the Anzat race as a whole, and knew next to nothing about their peculiar eating habits.

And so, when Darth Ferus casually mentioned that this individual was rolling around Nar-Shadda eating Brains she was not able to conceal her surprise. Her mouth hangs open for a moment as an eyebrow arches in mute inquiry, brow knitting in consideration. A sideways glance is cast toward Vahliath, perhaps to gauge his reaction to this revelation.

When none was forthcoming from her silver haired companion Serixibis turns back to Darth Ferus, still looking somewhat confused.

I...humnh. We should be able to come up with something, certainly. If this Anzat really is doing what you say then we just need to wait until it feeds again and pick up that trail."

Serixibis drains her water in one sustained gulp and sets the glass aside, swinging around in her seat and resting her legs across the armrest as she settles down. Presumably to get some rest before their arrival on Nar-Shadda.

[member="Vahliath Imperious "]| [member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"That's good. Also, your weapons you had earned or taken as a Sith. They remain here. Blasters, vibroblades, generic weapons you could buy as a bounty hunter. Your first lesson will be how to win without exposing yourself as one of us. Understand this well, we are not gods throughout the galaxy. There are many planets where brandishing a red lightsaber or firing off bolts of lightning will only end with you killed. This planet is one of those." He smiled wide as he spoke, sipping again at his glass as he glanced between [member="Serixibis"] and [member="Vahliath Imperious "]. With a wave of his hand one of the doors to a nearby room slid open, to which he motioned the pair to go into. "Shop to your hearts content, but know that using a blade might reveal your power in the force more than a blaster." Inside the room was the Sith Lords personal armory, and it was stocked. Various different kinds of weapons from simple blasters to extravagant lightsabers lined the silver walls. As an Assassin having different forms of weapons was as important as knowing how to use them.

"We'll be arriving shortly. I suggest you also begin to work out a plan."

 

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Vahliath turned his gaze to mechanisms humming to life as the door opened to a grand stock of armoury. A looter would drool at the very sight of such technological marvels all maintained in one area, possibly too much to even comprehend. Ferus was lucky to not have such greed-induced life on his ship. He was right about one thing: being discreet was necessary, and waving a Lightsaber- no matter the colour - associated someone. With the Jedi or Sith in one way or another. Even the Sith Sword Vahliath has brought with him possibly stood as a risk to exposing what he was. It was for that reason Vahliath stood up and walked over to the armoury and basked in its glory, wandering its shelves to find a weapon suitable to where they wer going. One caught his eye: a staff. Retractable - sharp. When Vahliath laid his hand upon it, it felt light. Very light. Easy to manoeuvre. It looked like he was quick to find his weapon. What about Serixibis?

[member="Serixibis"]
[member="Darth Ferus"]