The Basic powers of the Force

[Yoru Shakou]

Quietly a breeze moved through the room, the curtains bellowing out for a moment as the woman sitting within seemed to appear motionless; nearly lifeless. Before her sat a simple table, a holocron cube resting on a pillow. She was focused upon it, having been given it from a recently named Baronetess whom had also aided in revealing the latent force sensitivity that was just resting below the surface. Quey'tek Meditation was what lay within the holocron cube, and with in these past few weeks she had been studying it with a religious zealousness that seemed to match many others whom called for war in their own faith's beliefs.

Her eyes opened to reveal the stunning shades of yellow that now scanned across the room. Taking a position as she slowly stood and reached to the holocron; a light press upon the side to close its secrets before the item itself was shut away in an ornate golden box. She needed to learn more; how to control her powers, and the room that was left in disarray during her meditation was a testament to that simple fact. Often after these lengthy meditation sessions where she carefully dissected the secrets of the holocron, the room around her was left strewn. Items were no longer in their proper places; though she always cleaned up after herself, not wanting the servants to know of what she was doing in her room.

The need for more training through was constant, and it was beginning to drive her desire for power. Drive her desire for a means to harness that which had been awoken within her. Quietly she turned from her table, beginning the process of cleaning up and once more placing everything in their proper position. For a moment she turned over a few thoughts in her mind, on how she could gain the proper training; though it was whispered in the Empire by her own agents that Avidon was a place for refuge for the Sith as the Empire was falling.

Quietly placing a lamp back upon its pedestal, she turned towards the balcony door. Stepping out into the sunlight and shielding her eyes for a moment until they became adjusted. It wasn't uncommon for shuttles to be arriving holding smaller units of Sith Troopers whom were left without commanders and no where else to go. Many whom were not on the front lines, or had been cut off had been making their way to her. It was the busiest she had seen the spaceport in years. Though it was good; along with these refugees from the Sith Empire, there might someone whom could further aid her training.

@[member="Darth Kyros"]

 

[Lief]

[Sorry this is late, love, I've been busy on TOR now my net's been working (A)]

Magrath..........

The voice lingered in the hearing of the woman when her attention was turned from meditation. Ghostly, intangible, indiscernible from whispers or thoughts, but it was there all the same. On the very edge of Sith Space she waited, calling upon the woman she had fixed her attentions upon, the Lady Kyros, the shaker of worlds, the Shadow Queen.

Magrath.........

It was insistent, craving her attention, calling upon her. Oh, and the person behind it was used to patience games, she could stick at this for an extremely lengthy amount of time if it suited her to do so. She knew that things which were rushed hardly lasted. Kyros had watched, she had waited, seen the vain attempts of an Apprentice to tutor herself. And it would not do, she would not permit it. So much unharnessed potential... She would have the woman, the Empire was a dying facade, she would know - she had been one of the Last Lords. It was so coincidental that her departure - that which had been planned for years - coincided with the collapse of the Empire.

MAGRATH.

The final push was something the woman would not have been able to ignore even if she had wanted to. Behind the words was a calling, however, a tugging at her chest, urging her to follow after it. Should the Baroness fail to cooperate then the voices would continue - when she was awake, sleeping, working, training, it mattered not. Kyros knew what she wanted...

@[member="Baroness Magrath"]

 

[Yoru Shakou]

[It's perfectly okay. I've had my own reasons to get to replies later than I should. No worries.]

With the voice growing slowly the Baroness shook her head for a moment. It was already far too cluttered and crowded in her own mind without having to worry about this new voice. A sigh passed her lips as she finally placed the last chair up right where it had once stood. Quietly closing her eyes for a moment and allowing the voices to grow; she looked out towards the balcony, stepping out upon it. Her eyes glancing towards the starport and sighing to herself once more. A slight nudge to her hand caused her fingers to begin slowly dancing across the head of the nexu that returned to her side.

"I know."

The words seeming to be directed to the Nexu before she turned. Taking a moment to place herself in the proper dress for her station. Her fingers dancing across the back of her gown to tie the final bow before the voice burst at its peak. She had not ignored them directly, though she had her own desires and needs at that moment that over took them. Closing her eyes and pushing her thoughts together and in order she nodded to herself. Her steps beginning to echo through her home as servants rushed to ready the home for other guests of high station.

"Follow me. We're going to the starport."

Without hesitation the droid had brought a speeder around to the front for the Baroness. Two guards resting within; waiting for her as a speeder pulled up behind. The small grouping of vehicles pulling from the drive and towards the starport. The Baroness quietly closed her eyes and thought to herself for a moment. After all, she couldn't abide an uninvited voice within her head. She didn't have all the room in the galaxy up there for every little voice that came along.

@[member="Darth Kyros"]

 

[Lief]

At the spaceport no one was waiting. There was, however, an unmarked vessel which oughtn't be there; how it had passed security protocols would be a mystery to any official on-site. The voice was no longer present, it had gained the woman's attention, however what did continue was the sharp tugging through the Force. It was guiding her not to her own ships but to the lone unmarked vessel.

MAGRATH....

It had started again, only this time with more intent behind the words.

ALONEEEEEE....

This time the word trailed far longer than it ought to. When they neared the vessel, if indeed they did, it would power up. There was no sign of life aboard, but looks and sensors could be deceiving. The voice continued in her mind, asserting her name and its will for her to come alone. The Nexu did not count, and that was an impression she ought to have gained. After all, in the mind a simple word could take on many other meanings.

@[member="Baroness Magrath"]