Snow Crystals dancing through the Night

[Darth Abyss]

Ilum, Western Jedi Ruins

The sunlight had long passed, as the figure of Darth Abyss, Lord of the Sith commonly refereed to as either The Mindeater or Prophet, reached the snow covered stones of what had once been a temple of the jedi order, many centuries ago, even before the era of the empire. It was a strange thing to do for a sith, walking along the path of frost and snow only to search for a few pieces of ancient jedi rubble, but Abyss was far more than just another warrior in a black robe that only lived to plunge his sword into his enemies chests. He was a scholar, a historian that lived to learn, to explore and understand what the minds of the old ages had left for the new generation. To him it mattered little if the jedi, the sith or anyone else had created this place once, as even the greatest enemies of his order had wisdom that could be important.

Wearing nothing but his normal attire, consisting of his ragged, old black robe, a pair of equally black pants, and a boot on his left, non cybernetic leg, he had only the force to keep him warm in the frozen winds of Ilum. The face below his mask was as calm and stoic as always, unfazed by the cold, as he slowly descended his body on the ground, picking the part of the ruins with the least amount of snow on them. His legs crossed to mediate, he began to let his senses to wander, allowing the echoes of the force to whisper in his ear, slowly, gradually revealing the history of this ancient place.

There was little that could break his focus in moments like this, fully emerged in the flow of the force, not the dark side or the light, but simply the neutral power that existed everywhere in the galaxy. So much in this universe had been forgotten by so many, and it was his duty to preserve places like this for the future generations of sith and jedi alike, so they like him would be able to call upon the wisdom of the past.

[member="Braith Achlys"]

 

[Hailyn]

Missile

The night was the only time that she walked the earth, keeping herself to the cover of cloud and night with only the moonlight to light the way. She carried with her no presence of dark or light, unable to comprehend how such a complex force could be simplified into a mere dichotomy, but was clearly noticeable in the force by those who cared to look. Though she had told herself, and others, that she had moved on from her relationship with a Jedi that had been missing for some time now, Braith had not arrived on Ilum to gawk at ruins or search for crystals. For five years she had been trained by the Aing-Tii, and in those five years she had learned a great deal - such as the ability to wade through the many tides of the force and, in a way, travel back through the echoes of the past and observe what happened. Stalking through the ruins of the Jedi temple on the eastern ice shelf, Braith sought a place with a strong tie to the past - and a place which carried the same echo of her former lover's presence in the force.

Unlike many masters of the force, Braith was garbed in the tribal dress she would have worn ten thousand years in the past made of furs, leather, and fabric. Tattoos snaked up her right arm, the hand of which was clutching her spear and swung lazily by the saberstaff that hung from her hip, while her face was adorned with a stripe of red paint. That was when she stumbled upon the Sith, [member="Darth Abyss"], with distrust gleaming in her eyes. The man reeked of those that stayed close to Sith, and she only knew of one man that was also a Sith whom she could trust, and seemed intent on meditating exactly where she wanted to traverse the sea of the force's flow. Hanging in the air was an infinitesimally small remnant of the presence she searched for, but she would not investigate further with an unwanted interloper in the vicinity.

"Who are you?" The witch asked, the meaning behind the glare that accompanied her words very clear - she was not pleased with the man's presence - and her grip on the spear in her hand became slightly tighter.

 

[Darth Abyss]

As the words of the witch found his ears, Abyss awoke from the trance he had fallen into in his meditation, instinctively reaching towards the hilt of his saber on his belt. She was a figure he had never seen before, and her cloths and appearance didn't allowed much insight into who or what she was. There was a clear force aura surrounding her, but it was neither the light nor the dark he felt, more a muddy grey that traversed the boundary's of the two sides of the force. His answer formed in his head with caution, as he had no way of predicting her next move. They could end up crossing blades might as well as talking. His voice was calm and controlled, to an extend that made it sound almost as ghost like as his appearance.

"That depends on who is asking."

He wouldn't give away his name and identity, just because a stranger asked for it. Slowly he rose, doing his best to look the least threatening he could while doing so, but without taking his right of the hilt of his weapon. Standing at his full height, the figure of the sith lord was still masked by his robe, not revealing that he was far less muscular than most of his kind.

"So I assume you are another that followed the echoes here? Maybe it was fate that lead us both here today."

His yellow eyes rested on her, restless, without emotion, and absolutely devote of any humanity in them. He was ready should she make a move, but for now he would do what he could best, and spin a web of lies and deception around, while observing her as close as possible. Knowing your enemies was the first step of beating them.

[member="Braith Achlys"]

 

[Hailyn]

Caution - she could almost feel the air around the man heat up as he tensed and reached for his belt, likely for a saber or gun. She couldn't particularly blame him, she'd shown up unannounced, and she doubted he knew who she was - though she was certain he would have likely attempted to have gone on the offensive if he had. Indeed they both followed "echoes" of the force, remnants of the past that were waiting to be discovered, but her reasoning was singular and determined - she doubted he was trailing a singular person so much as attempting to exploit the ruins for all of their feeble worth. She might have given him the benefit of the doubt, perhaps even attempted to keep the tensions calm, had he not made a show of his distrust. It was a tell-tale sign of those who followed the dogmatic code of the Sith, their paranoia so heightened after many years of expecting another to step out from the shadows to slit their throats while they meditated on their "dark side" of the force.

She frowned at his impudence.

It was not enough that he aired his unwillingness to divulge something as simple as a name so easily, he rambled something about fate and them being there - as if this little cretin knew what fate ever could have had in store for the two of them. As he stood her eyes gave him a once-over, assessing the potential of the man as a physical threat - though his build showed that he was certainly not much of a concern regarding physical strength, though she doubted many humans could say otherwise about themselves. Regarding force ability, however, she wasn't quite able to discern much from words and demeanor alone, though she doubted she would have to wait long to see his abilities in combat.

"I am searching for someone - and you are in my way."

Her words were clear, they were blunt, and the slightly unfriendly tone accentuated her desire for him to vacate the ruins whilst she prepared to flow walk.

She wouldn't trust him around just as much as he wouldn't trust her to know his name.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

"If I recall right I was here first."

His right slowly rose from his belt, without the hilt of his weapon in it. She had already given him enough reason to start a fight with her hostile demeanor, but he avoided making the first move, out of tactic and not out of moral reasons. Rather he would prefer to use words to anger her, push her, confuse her to the point where he would have an edge over her. Countless times he had done it to others, so often he had lied and deceived to get what he wanted that it had become his modus operandi for situations like this.

"But this place belongs to nobody. So be my guest, I will wait my turn."

In a relaxed pace the sith moved to the right, making room for her to sit where he had been sitting only a minute ago. He had no doubt that she wouldn't take up on the offer, but maybe it would confuse her enough to make a mistake that would allow him to strike her down quickly. His words were as misleading as his empty hands. He might didn't had his saber, the only weapon he carried openly, in his hand but there were numerous weapons hidden everywhere on his body, ready to be pulled in the right moment.

"It was not conflict I sought when I came here, so there has to be none if you do not give me a reason stranger."

His voice changed, just the slightest bit. There was a hint of humanity, of warmth in it. It was as fake as his words, but was a surprisingly convincing actor, a trait he had to pick up in his constant struggle for survival against superior opponents.

[member="Braith Achlys"]

Spoiler

Leaving you a new tag as a reminder that this exists lol.