The Heart of the Sith and The Shadow in house Chaf

[Connor Harrison]

Rolling his tongue against the back of his teeth, not impressed with being mocked or goaded, Kyle looked to the Chiss and handed him his E11. He knew Sith, and knew how they operated. To hear and see one almost near-human as this with jokes was a surprise, but he wasn't the man to joke with either about his attire that didn't matter if the Aristocra was in danger, or his position alongside her. Kyle shifted forward to him.

"The best thing you did by coming here was to show the Aristocra never to trust a Sith."

A casting glance up and down said enough. Kyle thought for a second, looking away, before returning back once more to his gaze.

"This just means Fantana and I will spend more time together make sure she is safe, and protected more at all times at all vulnerable proximity."

He leaned in closer.

"Day AND night."

The trooper was embarrassed enough at failing to reach Fantana before the assassin, and didn't need this. Looking at the offer of a amicable handshake, Kyle backed up the Chiss guard and nodded with his head towards the long corridor down from the turbolift towards the looking exit and lobby. leading out into Sarvchi.

"Wherever she goes, I will be there. You will never get close to her again. I'll see to that, you pathetic excuse for a Sith."

He snatched the E11 and turned to walk back to the turbolift, knowing he had a worse fate than the Sith waiting for him up above.

[member="Animus Malgus"] | [member="Chaf’anta’natrano"]

 

[Mythos]

Animus could not help but to laugh, this man clearly wanted no part of him. He had heard the Sith had a sickly reputation but he did not expect that reputation to exceed the actions of One man who acted individually. He did not expect any less. From a Trooper.

"Yes indeed i am, a Pathetic excuse for a Sith... I take that as a compliment. " Animus laughed out loud while in the Turbo light. "Does holding a blaster to my head make you feel powerful?.... you do realize i don't need to force to kill you where you stand Loincloth warrior."

Animus was nearing the exit but before Kyle left he said to him one last thing that would etch in his mind (or so Mythos Hoped)
" We are not all like them...." his eyes looked imploringly "And you and i will be seeing each other quite a lot of each other if you still have your job at the end of the night...remember... " his eyes burned and narrowed threateningly in an Instant pushing the E-11 Blaster to his chest begging for him to pull the trigger.
"There is no where i can't get into.. no perch too high... no abyss too dark... no fortress too well guarded that i will not bypass to see Fantana...." With a wink he left arms to his sides and saying to the Chiss guard that he meant no offense. There was truth in his words, and emotion, and fury and wrath and everything that riled up inside him that made him a Sith warrior, a Sith Assassin.... a Knight... soon to be.



Suddenly as if on Cue His Gunship Hog was awaiting in the outskirts and it's pilot was handing out the Licenses for departure and arrival. He would leave now, but he hoped that he had at least maybe... perhaps... Cracked a single layer of the heart of that Bodyguard.

[member="Kyle Amedis"]

 

[Chaf’anta’natrano]

With one hand clutching her gifts in a death grip, Fantana watched as a lone gunship slowly arose and shot through the sky, cutting through the glare of the Sarvchi skyline. Once she was certain the ship was not returning, she entered her private quarters, closing the door with a hiss, and dropped both offerings on the low table in her sitting room. Even another glass of whiskey did nothing to slow her beating heart. Flicking on her commlink, her crisp voice could be heard as she summoned Kyle.

"I trust Lord Malgus is gone now. Meet me in my private quarters immediately so we can discuss how to ensure that this never happens again."

House Chaf had the best security that the Chiss people could offer, but of course it wasn't enough against the Sith. It never was. Perhaps she needed to consult with the Chiss sages, or better yet, have some of them at the palace. Their precognition would come in handy when dealing with darksiders.

She gazed at the Heart of the Sith where it lay on the table. It was such a fine piece of jewelry and such a lovely gesture, but it was undoubtedly soaked in the Dark Side of the Force, just like everything the Sith touched. She had heard that Sith jewelry was magically altered to make it impervious to wear and tear. Ultimately, it was a reminder of how just fragile she was. Unlike the pendant's chain, she was not unbreakable.

[member="Kyle Amedis"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Kyle stood beside the Chiss guard, watching the Sith leave and feeling his blood boil. He so wanted to send a blaster bolt to the base of his back to cripple him, or kill him, either would do. Make a statement and make a clear point; Sith or not, around the Aristocra his one goal would be to protect her from any threat.

This assassin was a threat, and should he rise again it would not be himself walking out of the building but a body bag carrying him.

Keeping his eyes on the intruder, the comlink fixed to his wrist sounded. It was Fantana, and she didn’t sound happy. He turned to the Chiss.

"You make sure he has left the system. Get back to the Aristocra and wait outside."

The Chiss nodded and Kyle began the walk and ride back up to the grand floor where he resided. Carrying his E11 by his side in one hand, the soldier knew he was going to get an ear bashing, but she herself was as much to blame if anyone was for this close call.

Slowing before her door, he didn’t bother knocking because it was still open – great security yourself, Fan. The light was cool from the dusk outside, and the breeze blew in from the balcony to match, the drapes caught up and fluttering slightly.

He walked inside, seeing her stood there looking at the trinket from the Sith. He would wait until spoken too. Kyle knew his place still, and the pecking order.

[member="Chaf’anta’natrano"]