So, it's about time the team actually met, aye? (NO members PM for invite)

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Graxin's little adventures had drawn quite the group together, and it was about time they all met. He pulled nervously at the twin hilts that hung from his belt and observed the new transport that would be their home. The ship was absolutely gorgeous, and he couldn't for the life of him remember its title. Then again, he didn't care. He'd chosen to christen the new vessel Mephirium. One, because it was the name of his favorite fictitious hero, and two, because it sounded damn intimidating. The ship was, of course, about the opposite of that. It was large however, and that was all Graxin really cared about.

He took a look back over his shoulder at the beat up Gulley Jumper he had been using before and grimaced. No more using that junk heap. Graxin had gathered everyone on Mytus, the capital of the New Order. Lin should have already been on the ship, though he often lost track of her. Kelios had been brought to private quarters right outside the hanger before, and he had just managed to drag Corvetta out here.

He honestly had no idea were the Nightsister had gone off too.

Building up his courage, he began to walk up to the transport which was now being loaded with standard speeder bikes. Yes, it would certainly do.

[member="Linori Pryde"] [member="Corvetta Salvo"] [member="Kelios Shara-da"]

 

[Corvetta Salvo]

Corvetta had, of course, seen the MC-type vessels before, from both the outside and interior. While inexperienced with the controls of the starship, she should have no trouble familiarizing herself. She had a sort of instinct about cockpits--no control layout was too daunting for her to approach.

A bigger question right now was why she was still with Graxin. They had been on odd terms ever since he had picked her up at Mustafar, where he had made some unsettling revelations to the young woman. While she felt some obscure attachment to him, things had taken a turn for the bizarre recently and she was not quite the same person around him. He had rather clearly made himself emotionally and physically open to her. Provided the circumstances, that was not something she could accommodate.

She needed time to think; to be alone and to consult others if the situation permitted. Her mind would run in circles during her off time, wondering if she was not indeed an unwitting criminal accessory, despite what Graxin had told her. She had abandoned her drinking for the trip--mostly because of the massive volume she had consumed a few days back, but also because she was afraid to sleep anymore, lest she wake up from a self-imposed stupor to find she had been married to a Sith Lord... or worse.

Standing inside the hangar and gazing in the direction of their new ride, Corvetta placed her hands to her hips and waited for the rest of Graxin's 'team' to appear.

 

[Kelios Shara-da]

Kelios finally entered the hanger... He literally had to duck to make it under the bulkhead that lead from the crew quarters. The hallways and rooms had 15 foot or higher ceilings, yet, the doors that were seemingly 10 foot everywhere made little accommodation for the Rogue Jedi that was now housed upon the ship.

Just a few days prior he had Graxin had met on the scarred world of Togoria. Just two days prior the conservative lightsider had made an impulse choice to follow the supposed 'Hand of the Emperor' across the reaches of cold space. Yet, Kelios had no regret of his rather sudden choice. He had sensed something about Graxin though the Force. He sensed the man had a destiny in front of him, a destiny which would need guidance from a being like Kelios to come to full fruition and everyday since he was more and more sure of the illusive facts that came to him when he was around Graxin.

Anyone would had never seen Kelios or his species in the past would likely note his sheer size in the first place. Kelios stood at nearly 13 feet in height with broad shoulders that made biological sense for a bipedal being of his size. His feline eyes were a deep gold and the mane adorning his head, neck, and upper chest was raven black in coloration, nearly clashing with his dark tan fur. He was clad in a grey robe that was commonly seen being worn by Jedi and some Sith. The oddities of his dress being the fact he wore no shoes and had two scrap metal bracers which at closer examination would have names upon them.

"You called Graxin?" His voice rumbled throughout the hanger in its deep baritone. His gaze slowly falling on Corvetta. "Who is this?"

[member="Corvetta Salvo"] [member="Graxin Rade"]

 

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It was true; he and Corvetta were on odd terms right now. In truth, he had no idea why the woman had actually stuck around. Perhaps she was just getting used to the misadventures. If she was, well, she would be rather entertained in the next few months. The newly named Sith Knight --not a title he would be boasting about-- slipped his arms over his chest and glanced up at Kelios. The massive Jedi was another odd little addition. Graxin found him to be entertaining in that sagely sort of way.

"Corvetta Salvo." Graxin said simply. He tilted his head toward the pilot, and cracked a small slip of a smile. "A...good friend." He hesitated for a moment and shifted his amber gaze over toward Corvetta. He really didn't know where they stood right now. He held out a gloved hand toward Kelios. "Corvetta, this is Kelios. A Jedi Padawan who left the Order. We met on Togoria."

Where the hell are the others?

[member="Kelios Shara-da"] [member="Corvetta Salvo"]

 

[Linori Pryde]

Linori peered at the small gathering of folk from the ship. The sneaky miraluka she was, she simply hung by a corner, peering at them from afar. Not that the woman would ever admit such, but she felt intimidated by the presence of these new strangers. After being stuck on the Gulley Jumper for so long, part of her ached for contact, and the other feared it. The computers and information banks comforted her far more than most folk did, and now she'd be with an entire crew for Ashla knows how long. She gets a good look at the pair near Graxin, sights straining a bit from the distance. The female seemed slightly dirtied from head to toe, and there appeared to be no odd fluctuations in color about her. An engineer, possibly? Linori couldn’t quite tell.

The leviathan of a man that stood beside her, however, was a different story completely. Linori quickly clambers back to the ship and presses her side to a wall, as though the arrival of the thing had more than surprised her. She taps at her reader, pulling up bits of different information and articles. The feline was as tall as two of her stacked on top of one another, and she felt as if he sneezed she would go flying off into the next sector. The miraluka bites her thumb and sloooowly peers back around the corner as the three conversed. It wasn’t just his size that was intimidating, but the aura that radiated from the feline. It rippled the space about his form, similar to the way it did off Graxin, though the color was far more clear.

As though memorized by the colors, Linori seemed to not notice how far she was teetering forward to get a good look at the three, and in a few moments time, she tripped over her own feet and landed chin first on the ramp. A giant clang echoed throughout the hanger as she fell, as did the musical note that resonated from her lips.

“OH, KRIF—“.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ferus had a habit of watching his students. But ye did so for a reason no one would suspect. Ye wanted to protect his students, and despite the fact he was a Sith Lord he had never truly fallen. He hid aboard the ship with [member="Linori Pryde"] , even watching the group similar to her, though obviously in another compartment.

It was through Art of the Small that he would remain hidden from the girl. His presense was so shrunk it could pass off as nothing but what was natural on a Sith planet. With the hard eyes he often carried he watched the girl fall. Then did something odd.

His presence unlocked as he burst to the girls side, catching her rather gently in his hands. He'd hold her up, his hard eyes oddly soft. Course, he wouldn't speak. That might he too much.

 

[Linori Pryde]

Her rather unflattering shout was cut short as the Sith Lord caught her. She stumbles to get a good hold on the ramp as he hefted her upwards like though she weighed nothing, scholarly ropes draped over her legs. Linori opens her mouth to thank the man, but finds the words caught in her throat. Her eyeless stare seemed frozen on Ferus’ form, the wave of sudden Force catching her by surprise. One minute there’d been nothing, and the next it felt as though she were drowning in this unexplainable presence.

Linori tenses, completely unsure of what to say. As usual, there was that large urge to turn heel and run away, though it wasn’t very likely to happen with her firmly in the Sith Lord’s hold. The shifting about his aura reminded her of the feline companion just outside the ship, but the color was quite different. Force sight seemed rather unhelpful when she had no idea what any of it meant. Say something, she thought quickly, head turning from one side, to the other. The miraluka takes a deep breath and returns her gaze to Ferus, as though ready to make a speech.

“Uh.”
[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Slowly the lord would release [member="Linori Pryde"], blinking. He held up his hands like he was surrendering, a light smile on his lips. He would speak then, not in the raspy tone [member="Graxin Rade"] would know, but his real voice. Krest. It was soft spoken, light on the ears. It was very apparent he was trying not to scare the girl, though his aura might as well cancel out anything he said.

Yet deep down there was a flicker of light. Tucked away forcibly so none could see, but a Miraluka would certainly be able to see it with their Force Sight. Regardless, he spoke, his gaze adverting to Graxin himself.

"You a friend of his? He certainly seems to keep interesting company. I remember the lion man. Good fellow, spoke up for me when the Jedi wanted to hold me prisoner." Truthfully, he was happy. This was the only time he didn't have to hide as some Darth. Where his actions were watched by others and he needed to be Sith. Here he was out of sight, hidden from the rest of the New Order. Graxin and his rather odd group of people made it clear the boy could be trusted. Well, [member="Kelios Shara-da"]'s presence at least did.

 

[Linori Pryde]

Linori holds her handheld to her chest and leans back on her heels, the voice of this rather intimidating looking fellow throwing her off. She glances over towards Graxin and the others, fingertips thrumming against her small tablet. “Friend is a uhhh,”she murmurs, trying to find the words, “term I wouldn’t quite use, kindly sir.” The miraluka clears her throat and takes a small step back, as though trying to lessen the pressure she felt radiating from the Sith Lord. It didn’t do much, but being so perplexed by the unusual lights and fractals surrounding him, she returned her gaze abruptly.

[SIZE=12pt]“The lion fellow I know not of, nor the woman.” Linori stands straight and offers a small, awkward smile. She was really trying hard not to seem intimidated. Ignoring that urge in the back of her head was becoming quite difficult as well. “I assume you are a friend?” [/SIZE]

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Graxin snapped at the scream. He had awaited to let Corvetta speak up, but emergencies took precedence over social graces. The orange glow of his leatherbound lightsaber filled the room as he turned sharp on his heel. A familiar presence had entered the hanger; the dark, twisted mind of Darth Ferus. The former Apprentice had come to respect the Sith to a point, but he remembered the needless murder Ferus had carried out on previous military campaigns.

"Lin?!" He called out as she was lifted up. That certainly didn't look good from where Graxin was. He had broken into a dead sprint halfway across the hanger when the Miraluka was set down; his second weapon ready to ignite in his right hand. What in Corellia's Nine Hells was Ferus doing?

"You okay?" He asked, concern evident in his tone. He fixated his amber gaze on Ferus, the hum of his blade filling the hanger. He didn't know what had happened, and he wouldn't sheathe the weapon until he was sure Ferus wasn't being antagonistic.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Kelios Shara-da]

The first thing Kelios heard was Ferus' voice... The next brazen sound that reverberated in his head was the snap-hiss of lightsaber ignition. His massive body canted with surprising speed as he followed after Graxin to stand behind the human male and too the left. Then he saw the source of all the commotion... Next to a miraluka stood a humanoid being which Kelios could most certainly feel the Dark Side from. His muzzle twitched, visibly, before he spoke.

"It has been awhile... I figured you had vanished into obscurity after that stunt pulled by Master DragonsFlame." His voice held no malcontempt, not hate, just caution. A good deal of caution, yet, no hostility towards the Zabrak as Graxin may have recently shown. "Relax Graxin, I doubt he is here to do any harm." The Horansi's massive paw actually moved to rest on the human's shoulder as he gazed towards Ferus once more, his golden eyes clear in the light of the hanger.

"I am Kelios Shara-da," he introduced himself despite the rational of the situation, more as an attempt to diffuse it than anything, "and I think all of our weapons, Graxin, should be sheathed."

[member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Linori Pryde"] [member="Corvetta Salvo"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

The gaze of the Zabrak would first move to [member="Graxin Rade"] . So quick to pull a sword, though Ferus did have a reputation that would make it rather.. Warranted. But it would be [member="Kelios Shara-da"] that would once again catch his eye. The pale blue gaze that was once so vibrant watched the lion man, a faint smile forming on his own lips.

"No, I have become a true Sith after that. Though, not without a good reason. Graxin can keep his weapon out regardless, I haven't exactly given him a reason not to in the time he's known me." Blue eyes would shift, once more focused on the male.

"Do you care for Vulcanus?"

 

[Corvetta Salvo]

Corvetta nodded a greeting at the towering catlike creature, taking note of his massive dimensions. It would probably be a bad idea to joke about this guy's mother. As if she did that sort of thing, anyway...

She startled upon hearing the scream and seeing the blindfolded girl fall into a Zabrak's arms. But all was well--if not outright weird--and the whole thing was starting to seem rather comical to her. Was Graxin serious? This seemingly ragtag team hardly had 'Sith' vibes, especially with a Jedi Padawan among the ranks. She found the entire situation so amusing, she could not help but burst out laughing. Punching Graxin's shoulder as hard as she could while her diaphragm spasmed, Corvetta inquired into the meaning of all this. "You mean, all this time, you were joking? You're not a frakkin' Sith?"

A knowing grin crossed her face. "You were just try'na impress me, huh, Grax? Jerk."

[member="Graxin Rade"] [member="Kelios Shara-da"] [member="Linori Pryde"] [member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Kelios Shara-da]

"I have no attachment to Vulcanus for better or worse. I have not hate and no love for the... being." Kelios spoke to Ferus, his voice was deep with heavy baritone shifts now and then that added to the levity of his being. "Vulcanus is my foe, he is a Dark Lord of the Sith and seeks to destroy me and what I hold dear, yet, as my foe I hold none of the regard in the same. Vulcanus, like all beings, must have good within him somwhere and for that he is worthy of respect and he is worthy to be saved if at all possible."

Kelios had virtually just admitted that he had no desire to kill Vulcanus nor harm him in bodily way if at all possible. That he would rather try and save the being from the Dark Side of the Force if the opportunity ever came to him.

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Graxin tensed at the massive Jedi's touch. he stared at Ferus accusingly for an uncomfortably long moment. Something was just...off about this. Regardlless, he deactivate the orange blade and clipped it to his belt. The spiked, inactive cyan blade twirled idly in his right hand as he listened to the Darth's words.

"Father?" He asked louder than intended. Why would Ferus ask him that? "He raised me. Trained me. I serve him because I have to, if that answers your question. It's what we're about to do now." The former Apprentice seemed rather uneasy about that question. Slowly, he let the cyan blade drift back to his waist. His amber gaze lifted up to Kelios, and his lips pursed at the Jedi's answer. the only word he could think to use was odd.

He opened his mouth to speak, when Corvetta's laughter flooded his ears. "Officially, I suppose I am. Not sure really." He admitted apologetically to the pilot. His shoulder lifted into a slight shrugged. "Did I succeed in the...impressing?"

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[Linori Pryde]

Oh, okay. No big deal or anything, just three saber-wielding gentleman having a bit of a staredown in front of her. Remaining calm was in the cards, but it was one of fifty-two. The Zabrak man was a Sith, the leviathan feline man was a jedi, and Graxin was the son of the Emporer. Certainly the only promising and semi-safe person here was Corvetta. But she was on the other side of the three who looked about ready to do…something. Linori rests a hand to her head and sloooowly backs away a few paces, a bit too worried that any sudden movements would welcome one of them to cleave her in two.

“Linori Pryde,” she gestures with her free hand before resting it back to her tablet, as though it would save her from a swing of the sword. Ah, there it goes. Words failed her again, and the collection of rather powerful folk pushed her away. Linori quickly spins on her heel, and heads to the cockpit to take a comfortable seat until they decided to take off.

The entire ship was full of NOPE.

 

[Darth Ferus]

A single red hand would reach up, lifting slowly through the air. Ferus would continue to watch [member="Graxin Rade"] , his gaze never wavering. Slowly his hand wuld lift higher and higher, then the Zabrak would simply scratch is own chin, pondering.

"Hmm.. So. What exactly are you planning, son of Krag?"

At this point he was ignoring the others. Really, it's just what he did when talking.

 

[Corvetta Salvo]

The pilot watched as the Miraluka scrambled away and into the ship. Skitterish one, she was. Either that, or Corvetta had been around too many barroom brawls. The latter was more likely.

Raising her hands in protest, the navigator sidled up to the boys and playfully glanced at each one through comically narrowed eyes. "I've got money on the big guy with all the hair," she joked brazenly. She had never been the most delicate about things. "But I think it's best we bump this until you guys are properly drunk."

 

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Graxin visibly winced as Linori made off for the cockpit. Try as he might, she just wouldn't get used to the state of things. Perhaps it would just take time. At least the Miraluka would speak to him now. "My plans?" Graxin mused. He glanced around, and it was only then he noticed the little group that he had unintentionally pulled together. They had all been drawn together for....well, after speaking wit Vulcanus, it aall made sense.

"I have a certain...assignment." Graxin rested his arms behind his back, and glanced between each person, amber eyes flashing in the hanger light. "Given to me by my father. Two years ago, Republic Commandos from the Clone Wars appeared over Coruscant. This was an oddity, and was looked into. An interview with one of these clones, along with evidence gained from the Confederacy and incidents in the far rim have confirmed reports."

The former Apprentice brought a fist up to his lips and cleared his throat. "A group of semi-organic droids known as the Architects have been hiding in plain sight throughout millenia. They record history, and observe sentient life as far as we know. Recently, their agents have started border wars in Confederate systems, and influenced governments to do their bidding. Their technology is leagues beyond ours...we believe their presence is centralized near our space."

He paused to take a deep breath. "I've been assigned to find these Architects, remove them from power, and gain control of the planets they have taken...the ultimate goal is to find their fleet commandeer it. Estimations of their capability top at the possibility harvesting suns." His briefing given rather unceremoniously, he cracked a small grin at Corvetta. She could be fun.

"Kelios volunteered to follow me, and I'm dragging Corvetta along. Poor Linori lives with me so...this is my team, I suppose."

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[Darth Ferus]

There was more chin scratching. Intent, focused, chin scratching. What ever Ferus was thinking, it would be impossible to tell at this point. Instead, he simply moved up the ramp of the ship, moving both of his hands behind his head. With a rather lazy outlook he would speak up, almost like he was yawning.

"Well, I better supervise. I'm sure Vulcanus will be thrilled to find out you're working with Jedi. Gotta make sure you're not planning to kill him or what not yet."

Yeah, Ferus was rather chill. Which would put really anyone off save for those who knew him from before. Really, [member="Graxin Rade"] has given Ferus a reason to be more.. Krest.