Private Shola's Ark

[Adron Malvern]

S H O L A​

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In the ancient times the Sith often magnetized to worlds such as Shola.

Under any other circumstance Darth Malphas would claim that was the very same reason he had arrived on the planet of black smoke and raging fire. However it was not the mysterious hand of the Force or the omniscient whispers of the Dark Side that led him to this world. Instead it was something far more mundane. There were a number of rare artifact hunters in the depths of Wild Space. Grave robbers, thieves, and tomb crawlers who ventured from one part of the galaxy to another in search of riches. It was a lackluster occupation to devote yourself to however even Malphas had to admit these professionals had their uses. One such professional had been the one to direct the Sith Lord to this world. A tomb crawler by the name of Merrid with a certain notoriety, especially in the Outer Rim.

Merrid had been the reason Darth Malphas ventured to Shola.

The Sith Lord descended from his shuttle, his hand rising in response to the flowing winds of pure heat that overtook the planet. The Sith Lord's shuttle had come down a few meters from a healthily flowing bank of lava. His amethyst eyes immediately fastened on the river, watching the course it took through the hard, rocky valley.

Another hot wind blew, causing the Sith to turn his eyes and guard them from the heat. He cursed softly before taking another step into the burnt terrain. The valley he stood in was narrow, with several rivers of lava flowing to a single point, where they all fell off a cliff and into a lake below. Merrid's directions had been correct thus far, yet the Sith Lord was unconvinced. He said nothing as he followed the rivers that led down to the fall, his mind recalling the words that the Tomb Crawler had echoed out to him.

A planet of rock and fire, that one. They say it ain't been used for nought but smuggler havens and pirate dens for the last few hundred years...but I know it was used for somethin' more than that, way before the Hutt's started usin' it and even before the Zann's. That rock has one of your Sith Shrines there. An inscription on the main entrance that spoke of some kind of tool, somethin' called the Ark of the Sith'ari. I could translate the inscriptions but I couldn't get the bloody door open. If i could have, i'd have gotten the artifact for myself. Instead I'm tellin' you...now let's discuss my fee.

Of course that had not been all Merrid said. No, after receiving his pay in spice the man revealed that he may have revealed the location of the shrine to another who coveted the Dark Arts of the Sith. This had been a bittersweet moment, yet rather than kill the man Darth Malphas had set out into the galaxy to find this Ark of the Sith'ari.

He had read a number of tomes speaking of a tool known as the Ark of the Sith'ari, yet none of these books dared to mention where it may be held.

Perhaps it was on Shola, perhaps not. The Sith Lord had already committed himself to discovering the truth.

As the rivers of lava grew more narrow, his advance stopped. The lake of lava was several hundred meters below him, surrounded by miles of molten rock. In the center of this lake was a single, perfect slab of stone. The lava did not dare breach it's shape, instead flowing around it in an unnatural motion. His eyes narrowed. Time had obviously done it's damage, yet on the surface of the stone slab was a glyph. A glyph only used by the Sith of generations long since past.

"Interesting." The man said, sweeping a lock of his raven hair from his eyes as he gazed down at the emblem. ​

 

[Amali Mustra]

Adron Malvern


Without any attempt at stealth, a ship flew over head of Adron. Not any kind of stealth ship, either. Not even really any kind of personalization to it.... A small vessel, more than a shuttle but less that a YT-1300, it seemed as though it was a ship just purchased from a lot.... or a black market. Amali never had a need for a personal ship, until now, which seemed to be the case when she became an agent of Lord Vinaze. She usually stuck to her business trying to figure out just how to manage an entire clan, and at the same time, separately manage a fleet. Thankfully, the Warlords had been kind to her, and had been slowly replacing the aging vessels of Clan Mustra, however, a personal ship to call her own was something she would had to pay out of pocket for. Which, this mission would probably go towards just such a thing. Since she was no expert in piloting, she took along a trusted pilot from her Clan, one her second in command admiral had taken a liking to.

As Amali peered out the viewport of the small ship, she looked down at the ground, seeing the landscape was like any hospitable world, exceptt the oceans were lava and the land was all volcanic rock. Noticing the ash falling, she made sure to grab one of the rebreathers before packing her bit of gear. "This place really isn't suited adventures, is it?" Amali asked. Rhetorically and generally, not really expecting a response. "Hah, I feel like I should have been the one saying that to you, my Queen," the pilot said abruptly. Amali rolled her eyes and gently punched the pilots seat before heading to the back to get her gear on, "you know how uncomfortable it makes me feel for you to call me that. I don't feel like royalty at all." "Tariam tu unibas nu visitija tu tsis'ari?" the pilot said in both a serious, yet smart ass way. Amali looked up, considerably upset, "stop. Admiral Lâdâs spoke highly of you, you would know better than to speak to me like that and potentially expose our secret!" "Listen, I'm just playing along as you'd play along with me, besides.... we're alone out here, no one would be dumb enough to come... out... well I mean, not without good reason," the pilot tried to shift the subject and not be charged for treason. Amali didn't know if they would be alone. All she knew was Lord Vinaze wanted a Sith Artifact, and if she knew where it was, anyone could.

She sighed, "just land the ship near the coordinates, I hope you can at least manage that." And so the pilot did, keeping quiet until Amali was ready to exit. Which Amali only took her first steps onto the exit ramp after getting the small backpack of gear and ensuring she had the rebreather with her. "Hey, you don't think, maybe, you should have had an army with you for this?" The pilot asked, as he was turned around in his seat. Amali shook her head as she turned around, now walking backwards off the ramp, "now see, that's why you take orders and don't give them. Having an army is exactly what would get me caught and probably gunned down by another army," she tapped her skull with her finger, "if there is someone out there, you want to go alone, to lure them out." "So what you're.... you're the bait??" The pilot asked in hesitation. Amali just smiled and turned, hopping off the ramp as she went to find this special item her Lord Vinaze so desperately needed.

 

[Adron Malvern]

F O R W A R D​

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A single hand pressed against the smooth stone of the platform that Malphas stood upon. The circular stone pad did indeed have an inscription upon it and this inscription spoke of the Ark of the Sith'ari once again. As the Sith Lord ran his hand over the glyph he could feel the Dark Side of the Force emerging from the glyph that had been embedded into the stone. It had not been something as simple as a picture, instead the glyph was carved into the stone pad with deep, narrow trenches. The Sith Lord was amazed that the lava did not flow into these trenches. That was when his mind clicked.

"It'a a key." He remarked. Glancing around the glyph for a moment before taking a step back. The Sith Lord brought his hands up, calling on the Force. The bubbling lake of lava around him began to stir and shift unnaturally. Massive waves rising up and slamming back into the waters before finally a thin stream of lava flew high into the sky. It arched down onto the stone slab, slamming into the concrete trenches and flowing into them, filling in the design of the Glyph with the burning rock.

Once the glyph was filled with the lava, Darth Malphas' lips curled into a rather amused smile. In one mass exertion, he released the Dark Side of the Force into the flowing trenches of the Glyph. The lava began to go still, no longer moving or bubbling, instead the entire stone slab began to quake underneath the man's feet. The edge of the slab opened, creating a drain that caused all of the lava within the glyph to steadily flow into an unseen host. As the center of the platform began to break away into little more than a pile of dust it revealed a stairwell, leading down into the planet's depths.

While the path before him showed itself the Sith could sense a presence. His eyes rose to the skies to see the shuttle that was flying overhead. "Damn you Merrid." He spoke, before descending down into the depths below.​

 

[Amali Mustra]

Adron Malvern


After Amali exited the little ship, her pilot closed up the ramp, which she surmised was due to the heat. Checking a small datapad she held up to her eyesight while breathing through the rebreather, she double checked the coordinates as she headed towards them. The sound of the lava being thrust around near the coordinates didn't get her attention, as the sound of lava flowing or cliffs crashing was common all around her. Unfortunately, she just missed the physical sight of the lava crashing down and filling out the trenches. However, looking down where she guessed the coordinates laid, it seemed rather different than described. The.... stone slab seemed to be there, but it was now seemingly obviously on some sort of material other than the volcanic rocks around the place. And.... it was open! While Amali was idly walking, trying to scope out the place, she suddenly went into a mad dash. Because her body was lighter and her cybernetic limbs did all the work, she didn't stomp into the ground as she ran. This gave her an edge in stealth, but she just couldn't hide her force sensitivity. If it was a force user, she may already be caught. If not, she may have the opportunity of surprise.

As she made her way to the center of the lake and next to the opened passageway that now more resembled a staircase, she peered inside as she made her best effort to be silent. It was natural to her, really, her ability to sneak and be silent was uncanny, however, these bionic limbs were still entirely new to her, and she could slip up at any moment. Still, she moved swiftly down the staircase, trying to make sure there were no other passageways where her rival couldn't escape. She drew her Obsidian Sword, but she didn't empower it, as it would glow. Even if she crept up on what she thought was a figure, she would wait in the darkness and silence, staying a significant distance, hoping they would reveal the item for her, as she had no real clue what she was looking for.

 

[Adron Malvern]

S H A D O W​

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Descending into darkness the Sith Lord could feel the Force echoing off in steady, vibrant waves. Whatever the Glyph had been it must have worked to conceal the true nature of what lied below. Darth Malphas was eager to bring that which sat in the darkness to the light. As he descended down the staircase he could sense the tail following behind him. He did not hesitate in continuing down the path. Who or whatever was following him had no power to speak of, no true power.

His steps slowed as light began to shine from the bottom of the stairwell. He had traveled much deeper into the planet than he expected when the path began. Approaching the light his expression did not change as he stepped into the next room. Perfectly formed pools of lace were dotted around the chamber, most only a few feet in diameter. At the end of the chamber laid a large coffin-like structure, carved from an odd type of obsidian.

Malphas took a few more steps forward before speaking over his shoulder. "Until you can learn to hide your presence in the Force, the shadows will never truly be your ally." He called out to the stranger who seemed content to tail him into the shrine.

His hand came from under his cloak, producing the Kingsaber, the lightsaber he so treasured. With a snap-hiss it came to life with an amethyst blade. He half turned towards the shadows where the stranger hid before pulling the cowl of his cloak back down from over his head. "Reveal yourself and your intentions." He demanded.​

 

[Amali Mustra]

Adron Malvern

Amali stayed away from the light at the bottom, choosing to remain in the shadows. When the other decided to speak, the first thing they revealed was how they could sense her. Amali was surprised, but only slightly, that she was only partly caught. Engaging force wielders wasn't entirely anything new, though she most commonly only had engaged the lesser variants; padawans and acolytes. She had no clue how powerful this one may be, but it seemed they had the power to sense the force. Amali almost forgot she was 'gifted' the power of the force, as she reached down to silently activate a device hanging from her belt. Suddenly, Adron could not sense the force at all. He did sense a life, only slightly, one small and not expressive, but the force sensitivity had vanished. When Adron activated his lightsaber, she knew this was a force wielder, guaranteed. Pulling out her book which was attached to a tether, her whispered an incantation, which only lasted a moment longer after Adrons last statement. This time, her life force dissipated, and Adron wasn't able to sense anything, unless he could sense the electricity in her eyes or all four of her cybernetic limbs.

"I am Queen Amali, of Clan Mustra. I've no desire to harm you, I am merely tasked with a mission. I regret to inform you that failure is not an available option," she silently flipped through the pages to another one of the very few spells she had learned to cast, prepared to activate it should they stepped forward. But also, she activated her obsidian sword, channeling her force powers into the blade. Adron could now sense the force, but only from the blade. It might have made him think it was a forcesaber, but it didn't have a sound, nor any activation. Towards the end of the blade, it began to glow a fiery red.

Her voice didn't have any filters or distorts, her meaning was true, and she wasn't hiding anything or lying. Or at least, she didn't seem to. Sensing her motives would prove not much other than the fact of what was stated, but her voice could have been projected, or falsified, or her facial expression which could not be seen could have given away any potential lies said before. She was still in the shadows, the only thing revealing her presence and distance from Adron was her glowing sword and the force imbued within said blade. While she was not a master force user, she was a master assassin, who only knew how to fight and survive. Her father procured all of the necessary items for her to combat force wielders.

 

[Adron Malvern]

F I R E​

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Slowly the being who shared the space with him faded from his senses. His eyes narrowed as he kept his eyes on the shadows that loomed at the edge of the room. So she was able to conceal her presence? Concealing one from sight was one thing, however it was another entirely to remove yourself from the sense of a man such as Darth Malphas. Still, he applauded the tact.

She is careful. He mused. His finger slowly ran over the activation pad of his lightsaber, deactivating the weapon before clipping it back to his belt. Slowly he brought himself down onto his knees, his amethyst eyes gazing into the darkness but his lips never forming words in reply to the woman's statement about her mission.

A Queen? He doubted this, but said nothing in response to it. There would be plenty of time later to ascertain the truths and lies from her words. For now the Sith Lord shut his eyes to the world around him. He needed only his senses, he needed only the Force, he needed only the Dark Side. Emotion washed over him, as if pouring fuel into a tank he allowed it to fill his very being. Fear. Anger. Sadness. Joy. Love. Hatred. Disgust. In one moment every emotion fused together and was grasped by the unseen hand of the Dark Side to create...

Power.

His hands resting upon his lap the small pools of lava began to bubble and quake as if disturbed. Slowly the lava began to flow out of the pools, covering the ground in the burning rock. The floor of the room was now covered with lava, all except the simple circle of stone that the Sith Lord knelt within. His eyes came open and the amethyst orbs found the exact location of the woman. She may have cut herself off from the Force but the weapon in her hand?

Lava exploded out, flowing from two of the pools and flowing through the room, as a viper would slither to it's prey in a murderous strike. The lava aimed for the woman, hoping to bath her in it's molten embrace. ​

 

[Amali Mustra]

Adron Malvern

"Damned Force Wielders," she muttered under her breath as she realized they were calling forth the power of the Force. At first she was confused by him sheathing his lightsaber, but then it hit her - he can't touch her, but he can touch the ground. Quickly she spoke the incantation out loud, she would have whispered it but that would require longer concentration. Time, which she did not have. If Adron understood or knew the language of the High Sith, he would recognize it. He would also understand one particular word; Dwomutsiqsa. Her final incantation that she knew, as she dropped her book and forced her cybernetic legs to spring her forward. What may come as a surprise to Adron, is that she would be forcing herself at incredible speed towards him, acting almost like a bullet at half the speed. She didn't need emotions for her power, she didn't need to lay into any cradle, or be handed anything, her power was her wits and skills. She created her own power.

"If you intended to kill me, you'll go down along with me!" As she thrusted forward, unknowing how Adron would react - since if he didn't, he would be pummeled, probably thrown backward as Amali was thrown into him - A great Sith Demon appeared, targeting Adron. His greatest fear shown to him, and only communicating with him, through telepathic means, drawing on his emotions. The greater his fear, the greater the demons power.

 

[Adron Malvern]

F E A R​

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Dwomutsiqsa.

A smoke demon. How long had it been since Adron had battled a Smoke Demon last? Years. They were creatures of monstrous strength and power. Surely something to be feared for those unknowing of their power. They draw on fear and craft it to their own power. They become the very harbingers of negative emotion that the Sith are so notoriously known for.

However his mind was less on the spell used to summon the Smoke Demon and more on the woman who revealed herself to the light of the lava. She moved fast, impossibly so, yet her movements were of the mortal realm and to track them was no difficult task.

The blade flew forward as the King pushed himself to his feet. He moved unnaturally. His legs held a mass of strength that was inhuman, allowing him to rise from his kneeling position in a fraction of a second. The Force bled from him in thick, even waves as it wrapped around every muscle, hugged every vessel of blood. His body was one with the Force. His own movements were blindingly fast. Where the young woman had aimed to strike at him with a piercing blow? She found only air.

His hand wrapped around her wrist as he side stepped the attack, his heels kissing the lava that flowed around his island of marble.

"Impressive." He regarded, before his grip tightened. That was when it occurred. The Sith Lord's gaze turned from the assassin, though she would feel an unmissable wave of weakness flow over her body. The Force washed over with her, brining with it iron chains to weigh down her movements.

That was when he felt it in the back of his mind.

Death.

A death that touched his core. A shock to his mind and emotion, where he saw his most beloved lover, Saraya Arenais ripped from his arms and taken to a fate of blood and horror. It was horrendous. It was staggering.

Yet, above all it was weak.

"I tire of these old tricks." The man's eyes turned to the smoke demon, the amethyst pearls shining vibrantly as the lightsaber on his waist flew, the amethyst blade coming to life and aiming itself for the creature's chest. "This is far from my first time dealing with your kind." He remarked as the blade planted into the creature's chest, causing it's disruption in this realm.​

 

[Amali Mustra]

Adron Malvern

Had not actually aimed her weapon at Adron, but she was grabbed all the same. Even with her immense speed, it seemed he was capable of stopping her. Now, she felt weighted down as if she couldn't move. But her limbs and eyes were cybernetic, technically dead to the force. As she saw no chains, she looked up at Adron. Just as she did so, she saw he was distracted by the Dwomutsiqsa. This was her chance. Her cybernetic arms twisted around and grabbed his arm, as her hands swapped her blade. She did a twirl, twisting his arm as her blade glowed once more, the force filling the blade like it was a flowing waterfall, glowing as it swung aroundat his neck.

She was uncertain how well her tactics would last, as this opponent was quite different from any other she had come across. Not only that, it seemed he was a master, having fought a smoke demon before apparently, and causing a draining affect on her strength. Unfortunately her mind was affected far too much, and she couldn't maintain her grip on the sword. She felt so weak, the sword fell from her hand and drived itself into the nearby cave wall, while her hand still aimed for his face. Her cybernetic limbs were now obviously apparent to him, but her grip on his arm never faltered, if anything, she focused more on it than her other arm. The cybernetic arm squeezed like it was going to crush his arm and veins. "I will not die down here ALONE!" perhaps the vision wasn't weak after all? But the death would be his, never to touch his beloved any longer?

 

[Adron Malvern]

CURIOSITY​

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This place was strong with the Dark Side.

The Sith Lord's eyes glowed vibrantly as the woman took hold of him. He felt her squeeze his arm with her cybernetic appendage, yet the damage was edged away by the Force. It flowed through his body, amplifying his muscles to withstand the crushing strength. That was when he released the Dark Side in one even wave.

"Enough." The Force washed over her, filling her body until it was wholly unable to move. The Force created a place of stasis around the woman, freezing her where she stood. When she was finally frozen where she stood the man rolled his fingers in a slow, deliberate motion. One by one the woman's mechanical fingers would rise from his arms and they would be free of her grip. He placed a hand upon his wrist. She had likely fractured his arm with her pressure, yet it remained functional for the time being.

He exhaled, stepping away from the woman as the lava surrounding them began to recede into the swirling pools that filled the room. "You have considerable talent in the Dark ways, however your power is incomplete and in need of refinement. It is one hundred years too early for you to match your power to mine." He explained to her, stepping away from the woman and making his way to the treasure that had caused this duel. He approached the coffin at the end of the room, waving his hand absently as the metallic lid slowly slid off the container.

"Your ability to kill is not in question." He muttered before glancing inside of the coffin and exhaling a breath in relief. He turned back to the woman, looking to her with a curious expression. "Who are you?" He demanded. ​

 

[Amali Mustra]

Amali Mustra

Yelled in anguish as she felt the Dark Side consume her body until she was more or less paralyzed and unable to move. She had to watch her mechanical appendages, weak in the face of great Dark Side power, be pried away and grip released. She was unable to fight back, and she was angry. A hundred years? By that time this person would either be a hermit or buried! She could outlive him countless times! She could even wait a lifetime if she felt the need to, wait out his untimely demise. Weak humans! No... the Dark Side was overwhelming her. She stopped, closing her eyes to breathe. It seemed she had failed, but there was still time for her to escape and live. Death was not an option today.

She ignored the force users comments about her power, it seemed the only amount of power that could be measured in his eyes was her ability to control the force. While she was more than obviously force sensitive, she actively restricted her use of the force as she saw it weak unless used as a simple tool, than a cradle. "I told you," she struggled to speak with the stun, having frustration in her voice, "I am Amali Mustra, family head of Clan Mustra..." she continued after a moment of hesitation, unsure if revealing this would get her killed. But it could be prudent to distracting, giving her time to escape, "agent of the Dark Lord Vinaze." She was curious how he would react, if he would even know Vinaze.

At that moment, a lifeforce was sensed, though pathetic and small by any standards, which was why it was able to get so close, approached from the tunnels entrance after the lava had receded. It was her pilot, the fool. He was not wearing a disguise, showing his Sith Pureblood face. As loyal as he was, it was somewhat blind loyalty, and the mix with his over confidence may have lead to his death. "Sith'ari! Tuti j'us utja? J'us, diri ji karw!" he spoke in High Sith out of gut reflex and anxiety, raising his weapon to fire a shot off at Adron. If Adron deflected the shot, it wouldn't matter, the pilot missed. Someone powerful enough to defeat Amali was someone more than capable enough to kill him, and it was not a properly aimed shot. "Yaik unsin j'us dzi tsiu? Tnoi!" she yelled at him. She was less concerned about his idiocy and revealing themselves, but more about the pilots foolish potential death. She looked at Adron with fear and sadness, but she wasn't in shock. If he was to kill the pilot, she would be powerless, and she accepted that.

 

[Adron Malvern]

D A R K​

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Amali Mustra.

This woman had readily revealed herself as an agent to a man known as Lord Vinaze. The Sith Lord stood in silent contemplation for a moment before casting the thought from his mind for a moment. There were literally several who had claimed the title of Dark Lord in the galaxy, Adron secretly being numbered among them, but this name was not one he was familiar with. He did not agonize over the decision and instead parted his lips to speak.

The Force silenced him. His eyes turned to the stairwell and his hand came down to run against the warm metallic surface of his lightsaber. A Sith Pureblood revealed himself and the Sith Lord's expression turned notably sour. He was having a great many run ins with purebloods these days and he was not partial to the reunion with their kind. The man raised a blaster rifle and clumsily fire a round off. It went stray, very stray from its target and slammed into the rocky wall to the side of the man.

Malphas said nothing and instead extended his free hand out to the pureblood. The Force exploded out, wrapping it's iron hand around the pureblood just as it had done to Amali. The two had exchanged words in the ancient tongue, one that Malphas was only semi-fluent in, which caused his eyes to turn to the girl curiously. He allowed the other man to live for now and instead stalked towards the young woman with a wondering expression.

"Have you given up?" The Sith Lord asked her, his hand rising to grip her chin in a harsh grip. He slowly turned her head to look towards her friend who had been trapped in stasis. "Do you wish to free him? Save his pathetic life? Then do it." He said before turning from her. She had intrigued him, showing off a power that was beyond her comprehension, for the moment. "Your power would allow you to do such but I sense...hesitation." He stood before the coffin once again, running a hand over it's cool surface.

"Give in to your emotions. They run so powerfully through you. Accept them, use them and you may be able to free your friend. You might even leave here alive." He told her, his eyes examining a number of runes embedded on the face of the coffin. "You have your mechanical arms and your blade, but you have yet to truly unleash your true weapon." ​

 

[Amali Mustra]

Adron Malvern

She detested the thought of Adron touching her, wishing to jerk away, but her only strength was to motion her eyes. It seemed like Adron wasn't going to kill her pilot, but he was only tempting the inevitable. "I swore never to use the corrupted forms," she struggled to speak as she watched her pilot struggle in stasis. The thing is They both knew something Adron didn't. All members of Clan Mustra had taken a vow that if they revealed themselves to an enemy, who did not die, were to kill themselves as soon as they could, to prevent capture. To prevent revealing the existence of the many families of purebloods within Clan Mustra. This vow was created by her fathers, father, for numerous reasons. Amali stared at the pilot, knowing what he was thinking as she teared up. She was angry with the man who seemed to torment her. "I am sorry, my Queen," the pilot whispered. And just before it seemed like she would snap, the pilots body strained as his mouth filled with froth. The pilot had poisoned himself, probably with a fake tooth.

Amali screamed, "nooo!" in a shriek. "Noo...!" she shouted, turning to Adron as her emotions flared. It was true, a seemingly short burst of strength was thrusted into her as she witnessed one of her own die. She would be so worked up since so recently she saw so many more die. "You know nothing of our culture! You either kill me now or release me! I yield, you have won!" she made another scream, the kind Adron would feel you only make when mourning a loved one. The Dark Side aura within her grew from her overflowing emotions, which allowed her to move at all, giving her enough strength to even have her thoughts reach her arms. She flailed wildly, "I refuse to be tormented! You have won the relic but your torture will not prevail!" Her last ounce of strength came from one final shriek, before she had weakened herself. Again, she was affected by the stasis as normal, and her aura dissipated to normal. She was in tears, "true Sith would never defile themselves with the corrupted form of sorcery..." she muttered under her breath.

 

[Adron Malvern]

D E A T H​

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Cowards die briefly and without incident.

The thought crossed the Sith Lord's mind as he saw the foam leaking from the Sith Pureblood's lips. He regarded the death with little interest, only letting a soft sigh of disappointment escape his lips as he waved a free hand, allowing the body to fall limp against the floor. He turned his eyes back to Amali who let out a viscous scream. Turning her rage and anguish into power the woman as she yelled out at the Sith Lord.

She spoke of culture. Calling for death in place of the lesson he saw fit to imprint upon her. "Yield?" He repeated the word before turning to her with a darkened expression. "There is no yield. Not in this world."

His words were halted as she flailed out, her emotions becoming the catalyst of true power which, for a moment, allowed her to breach the restraints of the stasis field around her. His lips curled into a small smile but as soon as she had drawn on the power, it was gone. The Sith Lord's hand absently waved as Amali fell to the ground, her body her own once more. "Vision." He said silently as he turned from her.

"You must create your vision, for without it you will always be lost, weak." His hand pulled a small golden device from the coffin, eyeing the pyramid-shaped piece of stone and gold with a notable interest. He set the pyramid down on the edge of the coffin before letting his eyes fall to Amali once again. "The Dark Side of the Force is a path to power. You call it the corrupted arts, then make it pure." He told her, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You speak with such superiority yet the man who called you Queen lays dead on the floor, had you tapped into your true strengths and utilized them properly perhaps he would be alive." He suggested. "Had your senses been properly attuned you would have sensed him coming and warned him off."

"Regardless of your beliefs. You had a true weapon to wield against me and your half-assed application of it is what led you to defeat. Defeat and death. Remember this the next time you try to match your powers against a Sith Lord."​

 

[Amali Mustra]

Adron Malvern

Amali fell to the floor just as her outbursts ended, it seemed he set her free, but she was unprepared for it as she hit pretty hard. Her cybernetic limbs took most of the fall, but it caused the anchor points of the limbs to push inward, hitting her bones and joints as she hit down. Aching and a bit sore, and still breathing hard from her stress and outburst, she slowly looked up. She looked at him with anger, thinking his words were nothing but arrogance. He knew nothing of her and chose to judge her like a stray life that had no path nor purpose. She took it, she couldn't care less really what he spoke of her about, but when she spoke about the dead pureblood near them it infuriated her. It seemed bad mouthing her family was her weakness. It made sense, especially when there were less than half now that had survived recently. They couldn't continue to keep losing them. But it was his fault he died. He knew the consequences of his actions.

"No," she muttered, sitting up as she tried to stand. The mentalism that had infested her made her body feel weak as she slowly regained control, before standing up straight. "That," she pointed at the gold item the man seemingly pulled out of the coffin, probably her target, "is my mission. My vision is what I'm trying to create, but I have to complete my mission before I can create my vision. I owe a debt and I will repay it. After, I will regain my independence and do so with it as I please." She was still in a stand off-ish mood with the man, walking over to her sword in the wall to grab it and pull it out. "My pilot," she jerked the sword out, turning back to Adron, "was sworn to a vow which my grandfather made him swear to, among the others of my kind. If we were to be found out by the Jedi, we would be slaughtered." She looked at him with disdain, "if we were found by Dark Siders, they would subjugate us once more and lead us to another extinction. I care not if you were the Dark Lord of the Sith Empire," she pointed her weapon at him, "I will not underestimate you a second time. I have killed far too many Force Wielders in my time to let you best me."

She raised her spellbook, opening it with one hand as she continued to aim her weapon, "I admit, you have taken the shadows from me, which is my best weapon. But I have a mission to complete." Her fright was obvious, but there was more to this story than just a trinket, and Amali seemed keen on carrying it out, "My Lord Vinaze doesn't yet know what the relic is, but if I don't bring it back to him, I continue to have a debt that my people are forced to repay. You are a Sith Lord, you know what the punishments are to fail a mission." Making deals with Force Wielders was something Amali would never do, lest she betrayed her family. But she knew when she was in over her head, she only hoped Adron would realize what she was hinting at. Because the alternative was for Amali to continue fighting. And probably meet her fate. Her weapon glowed far greater than it did before, as Amali was full of emotions, fear and anger consumed her. Before, she was focused.

 

[Adron Malvern]

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As the woman began to collect her weapon once again the King wondered if she truly believed she would survive another fight. He turned his eyes to her expectantly, almost as if inviting the outcome of another challenge, however as Amali spoke the Sith Lord could not help but find himself intrigued. When she leveled her blade against him once more he spoke plainly. "You know as well as I do how this ends if you raise your sword against me once again. You will fight very valiantly and die very quickly."

He glanced away from the woman for a moment, almost in consideration before turning his eyes back to her. "It is the duty of the dark to snuff out the light, for that to come to fruition the dark must thrive." He spoke the words in a personal tone, as if taking a moment to contemplate the truth behind them. Finally as the woman spoke of Lord Vinaze once again Malphas spoke.

"I would not see your potential cut short. So I will offer you a third path, one with an actual future." His hand fell to his waist, pulling a small metallic container from a pouch on his belt. "I cannot allow this artifact to fall into the hands of another, however I can offer you a different prize to present your master, one with infinite potential, especially to one adept in the ancient ways of alchemy." He held his hand out towards the woman and slowly the container unlatched, a small clear crystal flowing from it's host.

"This crystal is known as the Crystal of Life. It is capable of draining energy from most common sources in the known galaxy." The crystal slowly floated over to the woman. "Take care not to let it touch your flesh. It can even drain your life force if allowed."

"However there is a price for my generosity." He said. The crystal remained suspended in the air before the girl as he spoke. "You will learn the old ways as my master, Kruel Zing showed them to me. Your power could be put towards the ends of creation...something more than mere errand running that you do now."

"I care little for who you claim to be or your creed. You are of the Dark Side of the Force and this power cannot be squandered." He said.​

 

[Amali Mustra]

Adron Malvern


Amali was getting quite tired of what seemed an over-exaggerated sense of importance from this Force User, but then again, it wasn't new. What the problem was becoming was their sense of power over Amali, which amounted to 'I know better than thou' propaganda. She bared her teeth at him as she felt compelled that they were, unfortunately, going to fight again. The emotions flowed over this man and it felt like they would consume him, encouraging him to show his power. However, something he said took her off guard, it was not something she expected. Dark to snuff out the Light, but she was not the light, so what was he getting at? She continued to listen as a proposition was offered, it seemed her hints had gotten through, but there was some sort of negotiation that would come with it. Conditions. Of course.

Amali looked at the crystal presented to her, it was strange to look at with her bionic eyes. 'The Crystal of Life', a trick, or a lie? It didn't matter. In this situation, the force user didn't need to lie, he could strike her down and sleep soundly tonight. The only thing that mattered was if it was real, would it satisfy Lord Vinaze? The condition that was given next, unfortunately, disgusted her. Her lips curled as if she was going to snarl, as her eyes became angry. She would learn of the ways of the Dark Side? "And from who, you?" She twisted her blade towards him, her anger igniting the blade, "you, who could put my flickering life out as if it were a mere flame upon a candle wick? Teach me? Because the one flaw with your condition is that you would have to know if I was to actually be learning this wretched wizardry that claims itself to be the innate power of my people!"

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she could not help herself from her frustration. Calming herself, she pulled the blade away and stuck it into the ground. Her eyes opened once more - much calmer, now - as her left hand balled into a fist as it planted itself on her hip, as her right hand reached out an open calm to accept the crystal, "I suppose my ingratitude would become my undoing should I reject, no matter your response," she shrugged, "I can't beat the price." Her cybernetic arm may be drained of its independent power before she returns to her ship, but it's simply rechargable, so it wasn't something she was concerned about. Her eyebrows curled once more, as her voice took a more serious tone, "but if I hear you one more time express your ego or your sense of pride, I'll slit my own throat. Deal?"

 

[Adron Malvern]

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Her reactions were not easy to anticipate. Although she looked a young woman there was certainly more behind her than he could hope to understand through a single meeting. He said nothing at her words and merely let his lips curl into that same self-satisfied smirk that stuck in the pits of so many of those around him. His arms were crossed over his chest as he nodded at her words. As she continued on speaking oh his wizardry he was beginning to wonder if this route was wise. ​

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She will not be easily controlled. He thought. That aspect alone made her a horrid candidate to learn under him. However it seemed there was pride within her, a pride that could potentially be molded into something of worth? He did not descend into the depths of his thoughts. Another time. A single hand came to his chin as he ran a finger along it thoughtfully. She took a moment to gather herself, something the Sith Lord actually appreciated. ​

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She is more in control of her emotions than she believes. With proper training she could be a powerful Dark Lady, perhaps as powerful as Xobos Yakieer . He wondered for a moment before uncrossing his arms. The crystal would slowly set into her mechanical hand and the Dark Lord gathered the artifact. As he approached Amali he spoke simply. "However, there is the matter of assurance. Having you take that crystal without my being sure of your power would be a waste. So I will give you your first lesson here and now. It is an ancient art that is invaluable." He explained.​

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The Sith Lord's hand fell to his waist. From under his cloak he produced a simple dagger formed from Songsteel. He glanced over the blade before holding his arm out. Pulling the fabric back from his skin he drew a long-thin line across his wrist. The blood slowly began to seep out, yet he merely approached a nearby wall. His hand slid over the wall, letting the crimson liquid flow out into a single red stain on the wall. ​

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"I will teach you the ancient marks. These marks are used to preserve the power of the Force in such a way that it can be harnessed at your will." He explained. He pulled his bloody hand from the wall, turning to Amali before gesturing to the blood. "Runes are sources of power from which you can create barriers to keep others from something you wish to hide. Tell me, have you ever had something you wished to hide or conceal? A rune can see the task done even in your absence."​

 

[Amali Mustra]

Adron Malvern

after she calmed down, she watched him, seemingly in thought. Once he made up his mind and handed over the crystal, she took it in her cybernetic hand and let the arm fall to her side. Already, the arm felt weak, as if it was low on energy. A familiar feeling, when she knew it was time to recharge the arm, however her thoughts merely surmised that the energy from the arms battery was just simply not reaching said arm, but instead feeding the crystal. She reached toward her pack with her other arm after planting the sword into the ground, opening the pack and having her weakened arm reach back slowly to drop the crystal into her pack. All the while she listened and watched Adron before grabbing her sword once more, however this time it seemed it was not being fed her force energy, leaving it dull.

Her first lesson? In this forsaken old save, no less. Because he was fearful that his little agreement wouldn't be followed. Amali gave no impression of actually lying, she wasn't one to shy away from a contract. Written or verbal. Her eyes created an inquisitive expression at the mention of ancient marks and their ability to conceal something. Amali had nothing to really hide from others, at least, nothing significant enough to use an 'ancient mark' other than, well, her face. But synthskin did the job well enough without any extra requirements. "I have never needed to hide anything more than my very presence, which I have become a master at. I failed this time because I had no idea I would be facing a force wielder. If I know what I'm up against, I usually prepare better or don't take a job; this was a gamble. A gamble I admit I lost. However, there is one more condition I must add to this agreement," she didn't care if he thought she would go through with it or not. She was determined to ensure that he went through with it. "Whether you believe who I am or not doesn't matter here. But who you are, mister Arsosûtoi, does. So as we make our pact, our agreement, our titirsiyia, by default you will agree never to speak of your encounter with Sith Purebloods. If we are found out, and we become hunted down, you will become the priority target of myself and Lord Vinaze. Even if you are able to fight, even if you are able to run, your home and everyone you love will turn to ash because of your arrogance and insolence. My secret stays a secret."

When she was finished, she stepped over to the wall, still very enthused by the runes. She wanted to reach out and touch it, by the behavior as her body attempting to, before pulling back. She concluded her bionic limbs wouldn't have any effect nor would she actually feel anything. At least, she seem3ed eager to learn, before turning her head to look at Adron with a determined face, awaiting his answer.