First Reply Seeking a Silent Paradise.

[Serixibis]

\\. Korriban, the Hall of Darth Nyriss

The air was still, the silence of the lower levels of the Academy broken only occasionally by the scamper of clawed feet, the distant shuffle of Acolytes going about their business and from lively time to time, the screams of a failed Apprentice.

Descending further still, the gloom sets in. The rough stone halls grow darker, more maze like and almost suffocating in their foreboding silence. It's on this level that Serixibis sits, cross legged in a near empty room dedicated to the Sith Lord Darth Nyriss. The small Acolyte seated in the center of the room keeps her eyes shut, hands pressed against either knee as she sits in silent meditation. Those sensitive would feel the power surrounding her, the Pureblood acting as a conduit for the millennia of malevolence, hatred and agony baked into the dirt Korriban. Submerged in the Dark Side of the Force anyone could use her as a beacon to find this place, the long abandoned chamber seemingly built for reflection and contemplation some time in the far distant past.

Spoiler: OOC!

Feel free to dive in if you can contrive some reason to be on Korriban, Bully an Acolyte, teach her, talk about the Force. Whatever you like!

 

[Darth Zveris]

Location - Korriban, Hall of Darth Nyriss
Tag - Serixibis

They never learned.

It was a statement of fact, with thousands of years of history to back it. From the very first reign of Vitiate to the current rule of Carnifex, there were always those who rejected the ideology. Always those who yearned for power themselves.

Darth Xer had learned of this, studying for eons in his secluded fortress as he choose vassal after vassal to represent him in galactic affairs. His weak and frail body dictating his will from a metallic Omini Harness, with dozens of vials pumping medicine into his immortal veins.

Who knew that immortality came at such a high price?

He pondeded the question as his modified mechno-chair carried him deeper into the Hall of Darth Nyriss, his deformed head faced downward. He allowed himself to embrace fhe dark energies generating within the hall, sensing the presence of...an acolyte?

Without looking he identified the location of the energy and with deep raspy, breaths he said

<"Who are you?">

 

[Serixibis]

. ​

\\. Korriban, the Hall of Darth Nyriss
\\. Darth Zveris

The chair hovers into the chamber proper, and the Acolyte stirs.

Her dark robed form, woefully thin beneath the folds of sable cloth twists in place. Eyes, puss yellow and leering narrow toward the new arrival as she dips her head low, in submission, or is it respect? Whatever her intent the darkling aura does not fade from her, on the contrary the approaching Lord would realize that the Acolyte herself is not making any overt attempt to channel the force, it just...existed, about her. The Dark Side poured through her like water to a drain, ebbing, flowing, but ever present.

"Serixibis Abilk-Kesk, Honored One. Why have you come to this place?"
​

She speaks clearly, with little inflection to speak of. The Pureblooded Sith still seated in the center of the dark chamber seemed to have been meditating, if one could call it that. Seeking a moment of respite away from the background noise of the other sparring and scheming Acolytes.

 

[Darth Zveris]

Location - Korriban, The Hall of Darth Nyriss
Tags - Serixibis

<"I seek the answer to the unanswerable. A truth that is wrapped in a lie. Buried on this world, with our ancestors "> He made a reference to the hundreds of Sith Lords and Ladies, Knights and Acolytes hurried beneath the surface of the once tomb world.

The Mechno-Chair moved foward bringing the immobile Sith Lord towards the young apprentice.

<"Tell me. Who trained you or rather who is training you">

 

[Serixibis]

\\. Korriban, the Hall of Darth Nyriss
\\. Darth Zveris

The Elder Lord spoke in riddles and for a fleeting moment, the Acolyte bristled. The ever present anger of her kind bubbling upward in the briefest spark before it is snuffed out again by the suffocating darkness around her. Her head tilts, the thin bone spikes along her jaw bristling and flaring from beneath red flesh before crawling back inward.

"I seek no Mentor, and have found none that demand it. I train myself."
​

Her arms part, then. Palms turned upward in a grand gesture as she lifts them slowly. In time with the motion the air around her stirs, the roiling chaos of the Force focused into a wave of pressure that carries the dust of the Hall up and smoothly into the air. The spiraling particles flaring as arcs of electricity race between them as they form, briefly, into the shape of a near perfect circle, the bands of purpleish-blue power highlighting the shape in the air between them.

"You are seeking duality, then? A truth wrapped in a lie. Such is the nature of the Force as we know it. Light and Dark. To comprehend the nature of the Force is to grasp such a thing, but it can never be held."
​

The statement is followed with a quick flip of her wrists, the sand and dust between them falling to the floor as the unseen force suspending it wicks away.

 

[Serixibis]

\\. Korriban, the Hall of Darth Nyriss

The Acolyte settles, shoulders slumping down as she leans forward and takes in a slow, steady breath. Around her the darkness persists, clawing and invasive. Oppressive in its totality. The dim braziers on either side of the cold room gutter, and then extinguish with a hiss as the peculiar floating chair departs.

Again, she was alone. The force churning in circles around the slumped figure as she bathes in the raw power of Korriban. To all those who were sensitive, she was a beacon, a calling to the darker levels of the Temple...if only to satisfy their curiosity.

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[The Amalgam]

Wearing: Resistance Epidermis

Armed with: Skin Shears (Purple Split-Saber)

Korriban's power washed over The vile beast wearing a shell of immaculate beauty. It helped her think past the ritual slaughters of whole villages and settlements she had been insigating to magnify the power of The Bogan.

It also helped her think past how her daughters had rejected her, even after knowing the truth.

The hopelessly irredeemable abomination that had once been a simple street thief walked the hall of Darth Neyriss, flesh pulsing and wriggling everywhere occasionally under a skintight flesh colored catsuit with white gloves and boots. The corruption seethed within her body, a living nexus of the Dark Side reacting to the power of the ancient structure. But she felt a younger shadow still within.

Curious, The Amalgam headed towards the Source. She had not had much chance to explore the Bogan's favored land, and her activities in the Saaraishash did not leave much free time lately. One must build connections after all.

Dead purple eyes settled and the Dark Side abomination forced her flesh to be still as she stepped into the light of the torch, spotting a pure blood Sith.

"Enjoying your pilgrimage?" The Amalgam asked, her immaculate beauty too out of place in such an evil environment, which in of itself was a dead giveaway something was very, very wrong with her.

"These walls hum with ancient wisdom. But only through sheer will and faith in The Bogan will you be led to enlightenment and strength enough to discern the value of that wisdom ..." the beast said in a feminine rasp to Serixibis

Edit: Did not spot that i in your name before

 

[Serixibis]

\\. Korriban, the Hall of Darth Nyriss
\\. The Amalgam

The beast's arrival is noted with muted interest on the part of the hooded Acolyte, her slender hands resting atop either knee as sulfuric eyes narrow in practiced suspicion. She does not rise to meet her, nor does she hold her attention on the exotic beauty for long. After several long moments of study her gaze drops once more to the aged stonework of the floor.

"A pilgrim? My people are the guardians of these walls, and their secrets. We have been stewards and keepers of this world for ages unto ages, and so it is you who are the Pilgrim."
​

There is no hint of confrontation in her voice, or inflection at all for that matter. Her words come as simply stated matters of fact as a gloved hand lofts, indicating the floor across from her.

"Sit, speak with me. Tell me what you know of the wisdom of this place and we will perhaps come to an understanding. Let us begin with simple questions. Emotion is tied very closely with The Dark Side, The Bogan. Why do you think this is?" ​

 

[The Amalgam]

"Ahhh, but there is your first error, young one..." The Amalgam noted. "Your people are indeed the guardians and stewards of this world. But make no mistake...your people are no more exempt from pilgrimage, even on your own planet, than anyone else who visits. If anything, a constant spiritual pilgrimage through the Bogan and what it favors is essential...why else would your civilization be powering and empowered by The Bogan? Thus, when you visit the Hall of Nyriss, one of the few capable of going toe to toe with Meetra Surik herself, you are looking for the strength, deep down to surpass her accomplishments...to be mightier than she was and to learn from your errors so you will not die at the hands of your own Revan as she did, that you will not suffer the last minute errors she had. When one like you comes here, even though the soil is your birthright, you are 'still' on a pilgrimage for wisdom, however short a one it is. But proper pilgrimages are never short..." the vile abomination answered behind the cover of near perfection as she sat. The girl's next question was a deep one, which delighted the monstrosity.

"Because Emotion is the real building block of the universe. Nothing would have depth or definition without it. Do you think any society would have come about at all if people were not disgusted by chaos and disorder on some level, that fear and hatred's absence makes an army better? Do greed and Pride not occasionally combine to produce great works. Drive is primal. Will is primal. Emotion is the true underpinning to Will, for without passion or pride or rage or fear as motivators, Will is meaningless. The Dark Side's true fuel is The Motivation to Succeed. To triumph."

The Amalgam smiled at her.

"Look deep within yourself, and see what the Dark really digs into when you call upon its all encompassing might and wonder. What it can give you in exchange for absolute, unwavering faith. Faith is also an excellent fuel to the Dark. That is why Sidious was the greatest Sith who ever lived and still is to this very day. As great as my own darkness is, it is but a morsel compared to the great Cleric of The Bogan Sidious was. But even he had his faults. The drive to surpass him is a spiritual undertaking that has no true end, but we must strive for it none the less, even if we don't succeed, for that is what the Bogan demands, and its beauty is absolute and its Dominion must never be questioned. It provides for us, provided we have the strength to command. Provided we are worthy. I see it is slowly making your soul more beautiful as we speak. I wish you could see what I see, how it slowly is blending itself into your spirit, aided by these walls. You must keep at it. Must not fight it. You must accept it, without hesitation or reserve. Only then will these walls truly open their secrets to you as they do to me. But where are my manners? I am The Amalgam. An Evangelist of The Bogan. I stress and demonstrate its glories to any Force Adept willing to hear me. What is your name?" she asked of Serixibis .

 

[Serixibis]

\\. Korriban, the Hall of Darth Nyriss
\\. The Amalgam

"Ahhh, but there is your first error, young one..."
​

She bristled at that, thin tendrils of flesh along her jaw curling in visible agitation as she was corrected but the mood does not hold for long. The woman...The Creature, was correct, in a manner of speaking. The Bogan had always been with the Pureblooded, a constant force at their backs propelling them to further heights of cruelty and glory.

Her hands rise as the stunning creature settles down across from her, tugging down the heavy cloth of her hood as a waterfall of crimson hair spills across slender shoulders. The creature was attractive, in a way. Flawless skin, subtle curves and that bodysuit to complete the image. The tight garment earned The Amalgam another few moments of deeper inspection as the gears in Serixibis's head ticked over.

"You speak well for an outlander, and know your history better than most. That appeals." ​

Her right hand lofts as she wiggles in place, drawing closer to the creature as an arm is extended. Reaching forward she moves to take hold of the Amalgam's hand, slowly. It is clearly not a threatening gesture but is also a peculiar one...

"Drive. Will. Motivation. All creatures experience these things, and so the Bogan is the device of our proverbial desires. The engine and tools of self-actualization. Why then will we define it as a Darkness? If it is the means by which our futures will be crafted, in accordance with our will then it is no shadow, but a shining path to be walked by those who believe."
​

She speaks clearly, but at the same time, a different conversation is taking place. The Acolyte moves within the Force as well, reaching out to the figure across from her as she attempts to lock hands physically. If successful she would probe the new arrival. Feeling at her through the immaterial in an attempt to understand what she was dealing with.

"I accept it, as do all of my people. I am Serixibis Abil-Kesk, of the Tulak Sith. Pure of blood. And you. You are....a prophet? A cleric, as the great Sidious was? This is good. Very good. So many hear the call of the Bogan but do not seek understanding. They grasp it's offers of greatness but do not also understand that the will to power is the only thing that can measure their worth, that they must always test the will and potential of those around them. To ensure all who share in this great faith are worthy."​

 

[The Amalgam]

The Amalgam grew intrigued as Serixibis took her by the hand. The Monstrosity allowed it, as the young woman was reaching out instinctively for guidance and understanding, and the specifics of her faith and zeal compelled her to aid the Pureblood in her questions, letting her hands lock with hers, holding back nothing in the mental probe. She would soon no doubt see the seething darkness in her soul, roiling and terrible to behold. Normal people would be horrified to see the patchwork beneath, for this Witch truly lived up to her title...her mind was a union of hundreds of Dark Side Witches controlled through sheer will by her alone. Her very flesh was steeped in power. And all the minds within were as devoted to the Bogan as she was. All equally vile and bereft of redeeming qualities to normal people.

To a devotee of the Dark, she spiritually resembled an eclipse so profound, not even the edges of the sun it drowned and murdered in its vastness could be perceived.

"Why do we qualify it as Darkness. Look within, and you shall see. Because it is Darkness. Darkness incarnate. All important things occur in darkness. Murders, business deals, the trading of true power and true secrets. To refer to it as the true and bright path, while intended as complimentary and well meaning, is not fully accurate. The scheming, the 'Best' scheming your civilization does is in the dark. Light exposes too much that best remains hidden. Think: If the Sith Empire was to suddenly start revealing troubling statistics such as troop losses, territory losses in their 'full' detail? How long do you think it would be before the position of this great empire were threatened by such details coming to light. Besides, to navigate in the Dark requires more skill, more cleverness, for the shadows you rely on can be turned against you easily should you prove weak. Anyone can walk a well lit path, and pat themselves on their backs for their 'enlightenment' (A word which exited out of The Witch's lips with a snort and a roll of the eyes.) but true wisdom is found learning to navigate the sharp corners and edges hiding in the Dark. That is why the path we take is a Glorious Darkness, rather than an easy and weak Light."

The Pureblood told her name, and the Witch smiled.

"A lovely name for a soul being beautified in The Bogan's embrace..." The Amalgam said, not taking her hands away. She wanted Serixibis to take in her nature. To be drawn to it, to seek what it possessed. She wanted the young woman to be inspired.

"You too, can become as one with the Dark as I am. You need only the courage and will to pursue it as I have, tirelessly, for decades. I would be happy to demonstrate something of what you can achieve. You need only ask."

 

[Serixibis]

\\. Korriban, the Hall of Darth Nyriss
\\. The Amalgam

Squirming, contorting and ever-expanding. Madness made material, a seething mountain of vile power.

To the Acolyte it was...intoxicating, enthralling. The second their hands clasp and Serixibis sinks into the mire of The Amalgam's shared consciousness she was consumed by it. Her breath halts for a moment, air hitching in her throat as the slender Acolyte shudders in the Witch's grasp. It was like dipping herself into a pool of oil, the slick feeling crawling across her flesh as she tastes just a hint of what was sure to be a fountain of knowledge. Of power.

But that taste, fateful as it was....was more than enough to leave her wanting for more...

And more...​

...And more.​

In an instant her grip tightens, the Pureblooded warrior leaning forward as she claws at The Amalgam with her opposite hand and drags her closer. The distance between the two now grappling Sith humming with power as the air itself protests against their union.

...And what a union it was. Serixibis throws her will against the Amalgam. This was not a probe, not a light touch, not the idle curiosity of a wandering soul. Though untrained in any sort of mental intrusion the Acolyte opens herself fully to the Witch, all but throwing herself into the assorted memories in a mad attempt to rip out their secrets...and it could quite possibly work.

Though undirected the Pureblood's power was considerable, the mental assault coming as an undisciplined wave of desire that could potentially snap the Amalgam's control and lay whatever secrets she possessed bare. This was not a desire to understand, nor was it an attempt at clarification.

It was an attack.

"Show me this power! Show me everything! Make us as one!"
​

She was more than inspired, she was ravid. A slavering dog chomping at the offered bone of The Amalgam's mind in an attempt to consume it.

 

[The Amalgam]

The Amalgam would have been disappointed if Serixibis had not tried something. As she was an absolute expert in Tear Knowledge, she was more than capable of defending against the attempt.

She shuddered in delight as the grasp grew tighter, the bold warrior pulling her in trying to dig into her skull. The Amalgam shivered, openly enjoying the attempt to be mentally devoured by the Pureblood and not even bothering to hide it. Serixibis, even though she was trying to destroy her, felt wonderful to behold in her wrath and hunger. The Amalgam yearned to feed that hunger. To sate it. To make it want more even though it could destroy her.

"That's the spirit..." The Amalgam hissed in clear delight, easily in control of the situation but letting her emotion driven attempt (which was admittedly incredibly powerful, and might have actually overcome her in the old days) seep into her. She devoured and savored the raw will the Pureblood possesed, let it into her being. The Witches inside of her delighted in the attempt also, and yearned to draw her in closer as she demanded to be made one.

"Oh, such a request! Make us one! Oh yes, we shall..."

The Amalgam drew her into her mind, the sheer raw power in the dark she possessed keeping Serixibis from success. But it said a lot about just how delighted the Amalgam was that, where anyone else who tried this normally would have become mental chum for the sharks swimming under her flesh, the evil minds drew Serixibis into the "hive", keeping her from stealing, but whispering certain secrets to her willingly that would not register until down the road, blessing her in those same whispers that she would one day overcome all obstacles. Some whispered the secret of Deadly Sight. Others whispered of deadly magics but only gave her fragments of spells in whispers to tantalize her.

But eventually with as much ease as she allowed Serixibis in, she eventually resolved to push her out of her mind with that same ease. Which she did so, though she almost left a little crack in the mental wall because part of her wanted Serixibis to try again.

The Amalgam did not let go of her grasp.

"To truly make us one, that is a gift of The Darkness. You are...talanted at the attempt. But you could be more. You may have my secrets...but only on the day you truly have the strength to take them. That day is not today, but I bless you in the name of The Bogan in your uninhibited attempt to steal from me and assert your dominance. It was an inspired attempt. Truly, it would have beaten me in the old days."

The Amalgam had not let go of Serixibis.

"Want to try again?" the Witch joked.

 

[Serixibis]

\\. Korriban, the Hall of Darth Nyriss
\\. The Amalgam

"Want to try again?"
​

The mockery was infuriating, the headstrong Acolyte's pride refusing to be degraded in such a way. To be denied. How could this witch stand against her? How could she dare deny her the knowledge gained over so many lifetimes? So many experiences.

It. Must. Be. Taken.
​

This was more than simple hunger, more than a single desire. Upon being given a single scrap from the hoard The Amalgam possessed the Acolyte decided she must have more. The techniques, the powers, the secrets that were buried in this flesh must be pulled free and surrendered unto her. There could be no other outcome.

"You bless me? You praise me? No, I will have none of your backhand praise. Witch. You are going to educate me. We are going to be one. What is yours will be mine."
​

With a strangled snarl that spoke of equal parts desperation and manic determination the Acolyte tightened her grip on the Amalgam's hands. Long fingers now curling around either wrist in a locking grasp as she leapt forward from her seated position and landed ontop of the creature. The force likely bowling the witch over as Serixibis's powerful thighs lock against her unwilling Mentor's hips. There she sits, straddleing the mass of flesh as she leans in and hisses down at the walking avatar of corruption.

"Give it all to me. I care not the cost, nor the sacrifices you wish. Your power must be mine!"
​

She shouts in the Amalgam's face, hurling her rage against her as she moves closer...and closer...A...And then, their lips meet. Serixibis planting a frantic kiss against the near perfect image of her desire as she attempts to distract the creature from her mental defences with something...physical.

 

[The Amalgam]

"Ooooo, you wanna play!" the Amalgam half sneered, the delight still not leaving her face as Serixibis tackled her, proclaiming fiercely that she would steal her knowledge, than trying again, this time attempting a distraction by kissing her. The Amalgam had known the Pureblood would do that before the Pureblood had known...she had not missed how her impromptu apprentice's eye had trailed over her near immaculate figure. The Witch had spotted the split second of confusion before their lips met, that sudden inability to decide whether it was an attempted murder or attempted seduction.

The Amalgam, being homicidally insane, and, well, The Amalgam, decided to let it be both.

The instant their lips met, the Amalgam was already returning the kiss, even as she mentally snarled in a fierce ecstacy as she felt Serixibis try and painfully burrow into her skull. She wanted to be one...in more ways than one.

The dark chains of The Amalgam's spirit slid around the soul of the Pureblood, enjoying the impromptu Dark Side make-out. She felt the Pureblood's mind inside hers, all the Witches hiding inside of it embracing her more fully, eagerly, each mind inside tasting the feel of the Pureblood's.

It was still a weak attempt, and Serixibis would eventually be pushed out, but in the process of that The Amalgam had rolled them so their positions were reversed.

The snarl that escaped the Abomination's throat was pure, primal, uncritical lust as she kissed The Pureblood again, now openly attempting to seduce her, even as their spirits melded slightly. She could feel her rage and pride. She savored it, digging into Serixibis's mind a little, letting more scraps escape.

The Secret of Deadly Sight and Force Poison were almost certainly Serixibis's by the time the Amalgam, still in full control due to her mastery of the Dark, finally pushed her out, though the Amalgam's kiss lingered a few seconds more before she pulled back...then decided 'To hell with it'...and kissed Serixibis again, this time transmitting the secret of Force Storm, letting the kiss linger even longer before finally pulling back, still clutching her hands.

"That's for being a bold, beautiful creature of The Dark Side. Just a suggestion though, if we're gonna try and kill each other this way, we should get a room. I highly doubt it would be respectful to the memory of Nyriss to continue in this act of shameless public indecency. I mean, its exhilarating, certainly but a Darth's halls are for reflection, not making out...or 'better'..." the beast whispered with a clear grin, challenging the Pureblood. She felt the light threads connecting them grow slightly stronger. Passion was a fuel of the Dark. Serixibis was getting the equivalent of a top-off at the gas station.

With premium, not diesel.

 

[Serixibis]

\\. Korriban, the Hall of Darth Nyriss
\\. The Amalgam

The greed of this Pureblood was...extraordinary. As the Amalgam opens herself mentally the Acolyte did her best to seek out things of worth, items of value. Her use of the force was untrained, undirected but there was a hunger there that guided her task. The will of the Dark Side wanted her to satisfy her urges on this creature, to take what she desired from the soul of this woman.

...And yet, when their lips locked a second time she faltered. The elation she had felt in pulling the secrets from the Amalgam quickly overridden by a more biological imperative...and when the Amalgam rolled her over and settled on top of her? Well...

"Well..Well. If you want to put it that way then I suppose we can wander elsewhere. I'm sure there's more you'd love to tell me."​

She felt a strange connection to this creature, more than the physical and not quite as raw as the mental invasion she had attempted. There was something else drawing her into this thing...

...Or maybe it was just the strand of saliva still hanging from her lips, or the way her legs lock against The Amalgam's hips as the creature settles atop her. Either way it was not a connection she was interested in severing, not when it had become so interesting.

"The Acolyte's quarters are above us ways. Follow me, and I can show you a quieter place where we can...talk."​

 

[The Amalgam]

The Witch smiled savagely as Serixibis agreed to the idea.

"Tell you? I'm going to show you, Warrior..." she whispered seductively into the Pureblood's ear. "I'm going to show you many things, not least among them how quickly a person can forget about uttering a word..."

This woman had been so bold and beautiful in her growing darkness that it up and went right past her more masculine preferences, and The Amalgam could think of nothing more impressive that she had witnessed recently than this pure blood warrior who had seduced her (and gotten seduced right back) in less than a minute.

Twelve minutes later...

The Amalgam had locked the door to Serixibis's private quarters. The darkness pulsed through the walls.

"Nyriss was a being of raw power and confidence. This was both innate..." she trailed, pouring a glass of ice water for both of them. A cold chil to help her better better know the heat of raw emotion, took a sip. But only a sip. A momentary reminder of the cold before the inferno. She set it aside.

"And trained..." she finished eyes raking the warrior over.

"Your will to dominate is strong. I can show you true might, so your dominance will be as a knife..."

Her lower lip trembled as she drew closer.

"It will also have the added fun of putting my life at intense risk..." she whispered. "But...oh hell, I'm a Dark Side Witch and I've run out of sophisticated things to say..."

 

[Serixibis]

\\. Korriban, the Hall of Darth Nyriss
\\. The Amalgam

The trip to her quarters felt like an eternity to the Acolyte, impatient as she was to return to her "conquest." And yet, the reprieve was also a welcome one. The secrets she had pulled from the Amalgam were categorized, inspected, and filed away in her mind for later practice. Such a wealth of knowledge to be gained for so little...she almost wondered if there was something more sinister about the Amalgam's gifts but...no. This creature was not so clever. She had not been able to resist her.

Her chambers were...spartan, in truth. The bare stone walls decorated on one end by a battered-looking Protosaber hanging from a steel peg, a Sith War-Spear covered in kill notches, and a simple steel cabinet that held most of her clothing. The opposite wall had a small bed and a low table that held some small incidental items. It was all so plain, so bland. And then she looked down.

Covering the floor of the room from end to end was a sprawling, detailed inscription in High Sith. The work was truly impressive, easily taking days upon days to complete the ritual circle alone, nevermind the additional incantations added to several subordinate circles that served as abjurative markings to ward off the dark spirits of Korriban...except they were all reversed. Inverted.

The result was then one of attraction, an open doorway from the material world to the world of the long dead, and judging by the worn spot on the rough floor the Acolyte had spent many sleepless nights there, cold but never alone.

"Run out? That is unfortunate, I was hoping for another pearl of wisdom from ~one~ of you at least. No matter, I'm sure you'll have plenty to babble about after.."​

She trails off then, meeting the Amalgam's advance halfway across the room as both arms snake around her waist,a firm hand guiding her down to the simple bed nearby as the belt holding the creature's suit in place was tugged at.

"Show me how to take what I want then. First from you, and then from another."​

 

[The Amalgam]

"My pleasure...in the first instance...its all about confidence..." The Amalgam whispered in the ear of Serixibis as she was pulled close, the Pureblood warrior asking how to take.

"An answer innate to your people. You do and you take what you want because your are Sith. Your own people codify this. But the act of taking first requires the ability and will to reach out, and the strength to keep what you take. So much goes into the simplest act of taking..." The horrid beast said, kissing the warrior, surrendering to base urges.

"But those three factors in the act of taking are paramount...and what and who and how you take are the factors that are intertwined within. The danger of taking more than you can handle is always a risk. But we are Sith. Risk is our business. If you are only ever willing to take from the weak, you shall sustain yourself...but flounder elsewhere. Only by trying to take from those stronger than you, and continuously at that, will you know your limits. Only by knowing when and how to take from those stronger than you will you then display true wisdom. Your Society's philosophy is at its highest when the act of siezing from others is done while weaving all these considerations together...and all Sith practice the art of taking from their lessers and strongers in different ways. All things in life worth having are taken from others. But the strongest Sith know the arts of preventing what is theirs from being taken as well as taking from others. These are the most dangerous Sith. Darth Vader had only one thing worth taking: His life..." she hissed, kissing the Pureblood Warrior again. "So he grew adept at preventing what was left of his life from being stolen. Sidious had his life, the Galaxy, and his title, and he became a master at defending these possessions, to prevent what he had from being taken, even as he took everything himself. One must work in conjunction with the other...and that's about all the big brained stuff I can think up at the moment..." she trailed...


(Cutaway of Vault-Girl Icon from Fallout winking)

(Shadow Dancing by Andy Gibb plays)

(5000 XP gained!)

(You are now very well rested!)


Afterward...

The Amalgam lay exhausted on Serixibis's bed, covered but still savoring the carnal act like every other witch in her had.

"That's the real beauty of your society, I think. They understand what everyone else does not about a society...in the end, its all a matter of who gets what, who is clever enough to take and keep greatness, and who is to be crushed in the process or toppled. All they did was say it out loud...and that is why I am a proud member of this shadowy faith..."

 

[Serixibis]

\\. Korriban, the Hall of Darth Nyriss
\\. The Amalgam

It had been...interesting, to say the least. The Acolyte's brain was still a little bit scrambled as she tries to process what had just happened with the creature now covered in her bed. She had certainly enjoyed it but the horrid wrongness of...well, just about everything beneath that tight bodysuit the thing had been wearing was enough to unnerve her.

It was worth it though, oh so worth it. Serixibis confirms to herself as she sits up on the edge of her bead, sweat-slick hair matted to her exposed back, eyes wandering first around the barren room and then refocusing on The Amalgam.

"We call it the primacy of violence, you know. The act of taking. Most people, the little men and women of the Galaxy think that violence is something to be avoided, yes? Something to be shunned and contained but this thought is countered by a simple truth. That every society that has ever existed has done so on a foundation of being able to produce sufficient violence to secure resources and protect its populace."​

Her tunic is plucked from a sad heap on the floor where it had been discarded, the cloth used to scrub her face and the back of her neck. There is a moment of consideration where it looks like she might put it back on again, but that thought is quickly dissuaded in favour of leaning back into bed and curling up beside the creature that was both her Mentor and Concubine.

"All creatures are, I think, by nature fundamentally violent. But if a creature is sentient it is also a social animal and needs to practice its violence, and not kill or maim the valuable members of its own group. And so we concoct games of violence like the one we just enjoyed. Trials of mind and body to hone your skills until the next conflict."
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Serixibis mutters, wrapping herself around the horrible abomination wearing the flesh of a human. Her mind, and body exhausted by the recent "trials."

"You see that Protosaber on the wall? It belonged to a Jedi. Soon, I will use the crystal within to fashion my first weapon. You will, of course, assist me in that."

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